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KEEP IT A SECRET
Pairing: stepbrothers! Jeno and Jaemin x f!reader
W.C: 13k (I want them please)
Genre: SMUT, YANDERE, STEP-CEST
Warnings: possessive behavior, restraining hint, manhandling(?), pervert!nomin, dom!nomin, biting, tiny bit of blood, sucking, crying, a bit of pain during it, nipple play, clit and tit stimulation, oral( f. Rec), lot of lot of overstimulation( 😉), double penetration, praising and name calling, raw penetration( don’t do irl guyz💀)
Network: @k-vanity @cultofdionysusnet
Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated 😭. Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!
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Stepbrothers are same as brothers, Right? Just you need to maintain a step away from them from being too close to them if you somehow feel uncomfortable or unwanted, afterall they are not related to you by blood. Yes, that’s what you have lectured yourself before coming to this grand house where you are sitting with bored eyes staring at the screen. You don’t even remember why you have come to the living room and sat there in first place but now regretting as to why you remained in that place instead of going to your room to find something more useful than facing the idiots who just entered through the big wooden door.
Your step-brothers. Maintain that step.
Since the first day, you came here after your beloved mother married her childhood best friend, your life is literally pathetic. Your parents never had that lovely little family couple relation in between them and you somehow hoped them to get separate and when you were in highschool, they finally parted their ways much to your liking. Somewhere, in the corner of your mind, you still missed that fatherly love and your mother did notice it as she also felt alone when seeing others being happy with their partners. After two months, her best-friend started coming to your house more often to check on both of you and your mother gladly welcomed him each and every time. Once, you eavesdropped on their conversation when coming back from school and then realized their life story.
Basically, they are those childhood sweethearts and had so many dreams to spend their life together. Unfortunate events led them to move apart and during those times, you mother was being married to your father and her lover went overseas for future plannings and under family's peer pressure, he also got married there. They didn’t have contact with each other until they again met at a fancy restaurant with their own little families. Somehow, they talked about their situation and accepted their fate. They again back to being friends. He somehow noticed that your mother was not happy in her life but what could he do when he was the one who left her to her miseries. When you were in primary school, her friend left for the states with his wife again and then again, she was never able to meet him. You don’t remember much about them from your childhood memories but when you met with your mother’s friend after your father left you, the memories flashes across your mind.
Never in your high school life, you ever thought of them getting married. You could see how she used to share every detail of her life with her friend and you were glad that she could talk about her problems to someone with whom she feels safe and most comfortable. That time, you also noticed that how her friend was meeting all alone with your mother instead of bringing his wife along, you didn’t think about it much but gradually you came to know that his wife was no more due to mishap. That was the main reason for them to reunite again and could find comfort within each other’s warmth. You were literally so happy for them, if they were more verbal to their family about their relationship then they could have lived a more blessed life since long ago but its okay, everything happens for a reason and maybe this reason could lead them to a better life. Eventually, after your completion of school, they brought up the topic about their marriage and surprisingly, you agreed with it instantly. You were happy to get a father who actually showed the fatherly love towards you and also you were thankful to him to love your mother so much.
But maybe for you, two devils escaped from the hell that day. Girl, you didn’t know that the man who was building a paradise for you and your mother can also bring two devils of hell into that paradise. After marriage, when you three shifted to a different country, you came to know that your two lovely step-brothers are also shifting there to settle down with your family. First, you thought about getting two little brothers because you didn’t know in the first hand that he had child rather two sons and you hoped to see them but the next when you came to know about their age and they are handling all the business schedules and meetings of their father’s company, your head hit hard. Well they are the heirs of all your step-father’s company but now you are also part of it and you didn’t know it yet but the first introduction with your step-brothers and getting to know about the inheritance was not like how you expected.
“So, you are the pretty heir and the third inheritor of this huge property?”
“I am?....I don’t know about this.”
“Really? But dad has prepared every document for you and you are unaware of it? This is strange. If you are not here for the property then what the hell are you doing in my house?”
“Excuse me but this is my house as well. I am your sister so I should be here.”
Don’t forget you are just a step-sister.
“Interesting.”
A great physique wearing a white t-shirt complimenting each bump of the muscles and an eyebrow slit making his dark look more intimidating. His gaze was burning on your exposed skin and the aura radiating from him was so daring as well. That day, you knew that it was best to ignore the older one in that household because you feel so weak in front of that powerful presence around you. Somehow, you hoped for the other one to be a bit handful and friendly but unfortunately, it didn’t go like that. One day when your parents were out and only Jeno was there, chilling in the wide living area, you noticed it and made your way back to the garden family zone which is your favorite spot but not likely today. You just wanted to relax yourself in your room after having long classes in the university but you didn’t want to face your so called brother all alone in that mansion so until your parents were coming back, you opted to kill time in the garden. It was pretty much okay unless the other devil appeared in front of you disturbing your peaceful time.
“What’s a pretty baby doing here?”
This boy and his name calling.
“That’s none of your concern.”
“It is my concern when you are doing every possible stuff to ignore my brother. It hurts my feelings when you are avoiding that handsome brother of mine who can get every girl around here or anywhere even you…”
“What the hell? Just go away and let me relax.”
“Uh ah…NO. I cant let my one and only dear sister to be here outside in the late evening. Its getting dark and anything can happen when the surrounding falls black and its only you and me making the white spot.”
You could feel him leaning towards you slowly with each word falling from his mouth while kneeling in front of you to match your level sitting on a low rock seat. You pushed him when he fell back and balanced himself on his two hands, laughing at your flustered face which you were trying your best to hide from him.
“What type of bullshit you are saying? Get the fuck away Jaemin.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I will shout and tell that….that you are…you….I..I was..”
“Is my dear sister lost? Are you lost babygirl?”
His smirk is wide enough to fuel your anger more and your fist tight on your lap, nails digging in your palm, making the skin reddish all around. He stared at you for a while and stood up, dusting his pants while he could still feel the glares from you to which he had no effect rather he chuckled on the fact.
“What are you upto?”
“Nothing. Just go inside and don’t stay out. Jeno is just a human like you and me so he wont be feeding on you in the dinner.”
You frowned on his words and he smiled to your confused face and walked away. Did he just call himself and me at a same level? No way. I mean we are human but we both can't be same. He is that shitty human like his brother and the way Jeno always have a dark expression, you doubt that he might feed on you. Does your mother trust your new brothers so much that she left you alone with them? Stomping your feet, you walked into the house to find both of your brothers sitting on the sofa and laughing at their phone screen, maybe again watching some weird stuffs. You glanced towards the stairs and ran towards it when the not so lovely of your brother spoke up.
“What were you doing outside?”
“Didn’t Jaemin tell you that I don’t want to face you? Yes. I was avoiding you.”
You didn’t dare to look back to them, you were just hoping to escape the place that moment and lock yourself inside the room until your parents come back.
“And why?”
You didn’t speak anything but could feel both of their stares boring onto your back so you took some slow steps.
“I asked you something. Without entertaining my questions, you are again going away. Does our baby need some punishments to behave well?”
Hearing the last sentence, you ran to your room without caring what would happen next but you just made your strong opinion on not unlocking the door unless one of your parents come upstairs.
You are always been called out with endearments by Jaemin. He is the biggest flirt in the household. He might be the one with soft, playful and flirty nature but his intentions are always transparent and your parents appreciate his clinginess towards you. ‘Jaemin loves his sister so much. I am so glad they are getting along so well with each other.’
Well, only you know how that tease actually shows his brotherly love to you. He always has that intimidating lustful eyes following your every movement around the house and whenever you catch him for it, he would just simply give you his teasing smile and winks at you before walking away with smug look.
Whereas his brother Jeno, well you just know about him that however possible you need to avoid that individual because you cant read him like Jaemin. He always has that dark expression with clenched jaws and piercing eyes. When Jaemin’s stare feels like tickles on your skin like a winter warmth, Jeno’s eyes burn on your skin like a blazing sun in summer. The cold replies to your every question and whenever your parents are in front, he would watch you as if every mishap in the world is caused by you. Every reason is you for his life problems. You still don’t know whether he is happy with your presence or not and moreover it is okay for him to introduce you as his sister to everyone. Jaemin happily shows everyone that you belong to his family and Jeno just agree with him by nodding his head slightly but they never mentioned the actual relationship that you are their ‘stepsister’.
It's always ‘she is one of us’ or ‘she is our family’ for them.
“How was your Gym workouts my sons?”
“it was good mom.” Jaemin brightly smiled to his step-mom.
“Yeah it was.”
“Why are you so down Jeno? Are you tired?”
“He is just sulky mom. He is mad because he is not getting the appreciation he needs from his favorite person, you know.”
“Gym crush?”
“No… it’s-“
“Jaemin. You are going to shut up right now.”
If Jeno’s glare could burn Jaemin then he would have turned into ashes that instant but maybe his sweats saved him and his laugh echoed throughout the dinning room. Your attention got averted towards the noise coming from the presence of three lovely beings conversing among themselves.
“Y/n. come and eat with us, you will be late for the outing.”
Your mother has called you many times to have the lunch because later this evening, you will be going out with your friends but before that you need to complete some assignments and your mother wont let you do so without you having the lunch on time.
“mom, told you that I’m not hungry. I will be in my room and if you need me just call me downstairs.”
Standing on your feet, you collected your ipad and phone from the sofa and made your way towards the stairs. The brothers shared a knowing look before speaking up and halting your steps.
“You are not leaving now.”
“Why is it your concern jeno?”
“This is our concern Y/n. You are our sister and skipping meals is not good for your health. Eat now. I will help with your assignments later so come here.”
“Jaemin you don’t have to.”
“Look. Your brothers are always taking care of you and this is so nice that he will also be helping you with your works.”
“But mom-“
“Y/n, don’t be stubborn.”
“Fine.”
As it had to be. You had your lunch with them, having some conversations from here and there. Your mother happily listened to your every word like usual but surprisingly your brothers were also interested in the topics. Even, Jeno stated some opinions regarding some issues and this is the first time, you felt grateful about his presence. He is not the type to have family time and moreover having conversations with any one of you other than his brother, Jaemin. Well, this other one is always a nosy one in everyone’s business so it’s natural to have him in the dining family times. During the whole lunch, you could feel two burning stares on your skin, your brothers stealing glances of you and your mother is always unaware of all these.
When going back to your room, you could feel someone is following you upstairs and you are well aware of the person, who it might be. Well, as he has promised earlier, he would definitely help you in your assignments. You didn’t mind him following but something about his stares, making you uncomfortable in your place.
Entering your room, you quickly head towards the table to gather all your required stuffs for the work while he made himself comfortable on the edge of your bed. His hands caressing the bedsheet and humming to himself with closed eyes.
“Where are you going anyways?”
You didn’t pick up his question as you are busy typing some texts in your group chat when you feel someone snatches your phone away from your grip and held it higher.
“What the hell? Give it back to me Jaemin. You are here to help me not to irritate me.”
“I was asking you a question but you just ignored me and was busy on this useless thing.”
“I was texting someone and I’m sorry that I didn’t hear you.”
He glanced to the phone in his hand, which was still raised above and squinting his eyes, he is trying to read the messages. You could see his raised eyebrows and tongue poking his cheeks.
“You are going out with all boys?”
“That’s not your issue.”
“Did mom allow you?”
“Oh gosh. Why are you asking so many questions? Are you going to help me now or not? If not then get the fuck out of my room.”
“What help do you need exactly?”
“huh?”
You are standing on your toes to match his level to get back your phone but your feet touched the floor on hearing his words. You should not feel like this but his tone is different than before and it’s a bit more seductive and you could feel him closing the distance between you both. You step back with every proceeding of his step towards you. You bumped on the chair in front of the desk and your hands grabbed the top of it tightly in the back, you are totally trapped. He leans forward and caged you, hands gripping the desk behind.
“Wha…what..do you need?”
He leans to your ears and his hot breath fanning over it when he whispered.
“That’s really up to you. How do you need me?”
“I need…help…in my assignment.”
“yeah and?”
He stares at your eyes in a way as if he is trying to hipnotize you.
“and?”
“Answer the rest of the questions I have asked you. Be a good girl. Will you?”
He repeated his questions while caressing your cheeks and somehow you were leaning to his touch even when you know whatever you both are doing is wrong. This is not how a brother and sister treat each other.
“I am going out with my old friends who are in this town and they want to meet with me so I will be back late at night.”
He stares at you for a few moments as if he is processing your words. Suddenly, he comes near to your face to match your eye level, staring so deeply as if he could read your past life and can possess your soul anytime. You can feel his lips just a breath away from yours and this is the first time, you are so much close to your brother, well just a reminder step-brother. Tugging your hairs slowly behind your ears, his fingers sliding over your cheeks to feel every little detail of the texture, you closed your eyes on the impact. Your heart beat increasing with every passing second and you can feel him smiling at your current state. You are hoping to end this situation quickly like you can push him or just like any other time, you can just reply him back savagely but somehow your body not reacting to do any of this rather accepting him and letting him to have his ways with you. Your thoughts got interrupted when you could feel something warm on your lips. His lips. He kissed you. It was a quick kiss as if a dream which flickered in the daylight. He steps back and brushes his hair with a smug look as if he has achieved his thing which he desired for so long.
The room is quiet. Really quiet or maybe you are suddenly deaf to your surroundings. Your bedroom is quite big but still its suffocating you at the moment as if the walls are closing in and the daylight fading out, making you a completely abandoned soul in this lively household.
But your mind is screaming that YOUR STEPBROTHER HAS JUST KISSED YOU.
“Earth to Y/N.”
You were so distracted that you didn’t notice how your fingers are touching your lips as if you are judging whether those are real or fake or if it yours in the first place. Looking over to the person, you can see him already has arranged everything for your work and smirking at you, sitting on the bed. As if nothing happened just few seconds back.
“….Jaemin…why….”
“Don’t you need my help anymore? You know I can help you in every possible way but till then lets focus on this. Come here.”
How can you just go near him again after what happened earlier? But him pretending like this as if he didn’t kiss his sister few minutes earlier and now like a big brother offering his help for homework for his little sister. With slow steps, you went near the side of the bed to which he pats the space beside him and hesitantly, you sit there.
One and a half hour has passed with you being stuck with him in your room doing your assignment. Every moment was torturing you as if every minute was passing like an hour with him. His every lingering touch was igniting a spike inside you like while him showing you how to solve a math problem and while peeking into the laptop, his palm resting over your exposed leg, your mind was focusing on everything except your work. You were trying your best to divert your mind from all the unholy thoughts that were going across your mind every second, but nothing was helping when his presence was so close to you.
“I know what you are thinking right now but only if you didn’t have to go out with your friends then we could have done something you know.”
“What?”
“You know what I meant?”
You just want to punch off that smirk from his face but you don’t want to create more memories of spending time with him for so long for the first time in your room so you just have to patiently handle the situation right now.
“Jaemin, the thing for which you were here is done so now you can go out because I have to get ready. Its not like you can help me in that.”
“I can.”
“Very funny.”
His smug look changes into a dark expression and you swear, him in this contrast look is something which scares you off the most even scarier than Jeno. That one has always that grumpy and intense look so you are used to it but when this flirt becomes like him, a shiver runs down your spine. His soft expressions always hide those bulky muscled body with veins on display on hands and necks. You never had a proper look of their abs but you hope to see the effects of the gym though. Like whenever, they swipe their hairs after having fun in the swimming pool, you would always stare at their muscles and face but you just divert your eyes whenever the abs come in display to you. Your fault to miss the free shows.
“Nothing is funny here baby. As I said I would help you means I will definitely. Now show me what you got baby.”
“Jaemin-“
He walks over to your closet and before you could protest, he slides open the door standing there with raised eyebrows and smiling face.
“You have quite a good collection of……everything.”
You hurriedly go in front of him and shut it close on his smirking face, eyes scanning your body to which you just glared him back. But well Jaemin didn’t budge to it, he goes to the next door and now it revealed the actual dress section not your lingerie and undies.
You observed his actions keenly to understand his motives. You can see him having his whole focus into your closet and you walk over to the bed to sit on it and watch him. Is it because of the kiss or for spending so much time with him that suddenly you are finding his whole existence as a blessing in your life?
His pretty eyelash making his eyes more attractive when they are focused on anything. His smooth skin with attractive nose and lips with that pretty smile. Did I just mention his smile pretty? Well not gonna lie however that smile irritates you but you find it really cute, a healing one. Your university friends have mentioned about your stepbrothers being so hot and handsome and they even pointed out that if they were in your place, they might have ended up dating them instead of maintaining the brother and sister image. But you are sure that those things are never going to happen between you and your stepbrothers maybe because you might find them attractive but its not like that’s the same from their end. Right?
“Take this. Give me a show and let me see in which one you will look the prettiest.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“100 percent.”
He is standing in front of you with few clothes in his hands and as far as you can see those are some skirt, shirt, tees, one denim jeans and two dresses. The way he is grinning at you as if he is an elementary school boy who got his long-awaited present. Wait. He got his present. What the hell I am thinking?
“There is no need of this. I can choose myself.”
Putting the clothes beside you, he holds your hand to pull you up on your feet and pats your cheek with both the hands, still having that smile on his face.
“Be a good girl or you wont be going out today. Alright?”
“You cant be serious.”
“Till the time I’m being nice to you just go with it or you have to regret it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well I will not look while you are changing so after you have dressed yourself in one, ask me to turn around.”
“But-“
“What did I just say?”
“…okay…”
He went over to your desk and sat on the chair with one hand leaning over the desk and other hand handling the phone, keeping himself busy. You kept standing near the other side of the bed still staring at the clothes lying over your bed. Am I really going to do this? What did he mean by being nice and you have to regret? Shaking off your thoughts, you cautiously dressed yourself in the skirt and a matching shirt he has selected with it. His every little movement was making you freeze in your spot. Changing your dress in presence of your step-brother in closed room is really challenging even more when he kissed you earlier. You look over to the mirror and damn, he has a good sense in fashion. You smiled to your outfit and then remember that you have to ask him to turn around.
Gulping, you call out his name, “jae-Jaemin…I’m ready.”
He quickly swivels on the chair to face you and eyes directly made a strong contact with yours before scanning your outfit. His furrowed eyebrows and thoughtful expression making you to adjust your dress properly.
“No. Change it. Keep the shirt on but wear the jeans.”
Before turning around, he winks at you. Your glare was digging hole in the back of his head but it was useless as he would not budge with that little thing.
“Stop glaring at me and change. Do it fast. I’m sure, you don’t want to be late or like miss out today’s outing.”
He is still turning his back to you but you could feel his smug look mocking at you. Kicking your feet, you quickly changed your skirt with the pant. The previous look was giving off a sexy and cute look altogether but this one is suggesting tumblr fashion. Calling out his name again, he stands up and comes near to you. Your heart starts racing with the thought what happened when last time he came to you like this.
“stop there.”
But he didn’t.
“I said stop. Don’t come near to me.”
He again ignored and when he is just a feet away. His hand goes to the button of your pant. Your eyes go wide and hands reacting fast enough to hold his but he was faster than you. Swatting your hands away, he pulls the zipper up.
“What? Did you think I am going to do something to you? Aha not like this. Or maybe you thought…..” He leans to your ears, “ I will kiss you again.”
He steps back and precisely takes a look of your form. Nodding to himself, he pats your head and your confused expression made a chuckle out of him.
“That’s looking good on you. You are going out with all boys and I cant trust them. Maybe they can be your old friends but without having contacts with them for so long and you don’t know how would they behave later so better be like this.”
“It’s not like for them I need to dress up accordingly.”
“of course not. You can wear anything when either me and Jeno is there with you but not when you will be all alone.”
“Why is it okay with both of you?”
“I can fight with others for you. Jeno will do the same.”
Going over to the dressing table, you pulled out all the make up kit while talking with him and him admiring your every features as if you are his treasured person. Maybe you are.
“Jeno would rather sell me to them rather than fighting for me.’
“You are wrong there baby. Absolutely wrong. He would burn the world for you but never let any harm on you.”
“Anyways I will leave you here. Do your makeup and have fun tonight but not too much. Remember about what I have told you.”
You keep on staring at your reflection on the mirror with shiny edges after he shuts the door behind, leaving your room. His words clouding all over your mind and his actions playing repeatedly making you groan in frustration. All these types of situations are not usual between the relationship between a brother and a sister and whatever is going to happen later, you must face it with your confidence and true feelings. Patting your cheeks to get yourself off these overthinking and resume your makeup. It took almost one hour when you finished your makeup, its not like you were doing any heavy look but the problem was you were continuously getting distracted when the thought of Jaemin playing across your mind. Glancing at the clock, its almost six in the evening and you should probably leave right now to be there on time. Collecting all the necessary stuffs, you made your way downstairs. Adjusting your smart watch, a message popped up that few have arrived on the location and you need to be there soon.
“Are you ready? Let’s go.”
“Hm….wait!...you? Where are you going?”
“To the place you are going.”
“Why?”
Rolling his eyes, he slides his jacket and fishes his phone inside the pocket of his jeans. Frowning you, still staring at him as if why he is tagging along with you to the place. Before exiting the house, he finds you still standing at the same spot and staring back at him, he rolls his eyes before stepping towards you. Your panic arises watching him coming towards you, you tried to think some possible attempts to escape it but before you could do anything, he catches your wrist and drags you towards the door.
“Jeno…What are you doing?”
“Stop being dramatic. I’m just taking you to your friends.”
“I can go on my own. You… you don’t have to…take me there.”
Reaching near the garage, he takes you to his car. The person whose presence, you try to avoid with every possibility and now you will be riding a car with him. Jaemin has given you ride to and from college a lot of times and that’s how some thought that he was your boyfriend and even Jaemin always has that smug expression on hearing those comments. But you never went anywhere alone with Jeno and if your heart could burst today, it should by now because of the events unfolding after the lunch. Jeno is texting on his phone and your eyes following how his clenched jaws moving with veins popping at the side profile, on his neck disappearing behind the collar of the jackets. He caught you staring at him and that smirk made an appearance on his attractive and sharp face. But. Wait, he is really attractive, a lot more handsome than you have thought of him before. Any girl should drool over this man if he ever proposes them. Maybe you too if he was not your brother, well step-brother.
With slow steps as if he is the predator cornering his prey. Why suddenly they are like this today? I should probably stay at my friend’s house tonight. You try to open the door of the car but to your dismay, it got stuck, you shake it aggressively but it didn’t budge.
“It will break like this. It’s locked sweetheart.”
“Oh…”
You have not turned around but could feel his presence just behind you. Your back flushed against his front. His hands resting against the car, caging you in between, lips near your ears, hot breath tickling your lobe, goosebumps spreading all over your skin.
“Why you always ignoring me?”
You remained quiet. Fingers tangling with the strap of the sling bag in nervousness and his strong smell of cologne hitting your nose clouding your every attempt to push him and run away as you are going to be late.
His one hand grabs your jaw to turn your face to meet your eyes. His eyes blinks to your lips before raising up to meet yours which is covered with glittery makeup.
“I asked you something. You should answer it right?”
You nod to his raised eyebrows.
“Words sweetheart.”
His husky voice and him so close to your body is enough to make you weak in your knees.
“I am not ignoring you.”
“Don’t lie. I don’t like when you lie. Its very obvious how you always leave the scene whenever I come near you but still you are okay with Jaemin.”
“Jeno…I…I’m late…I need to go.”
“Dammit. Look, you are trying to avoid me again. You always have these excuses to avoid me. Why? Am I worse than jaemin?”
He turns you around, pushing you against the car, still caging you between his arms. Eyes daringly staring at you, veins more visible on his forehead and around his throat and neck. You got the chance to have a look of this handsome face so closely for the first time and you are already getting attracted to it even when your consciousness is screaming ‘he is your stepbrother.’
“He might be always sweet to you and shows his flirty side to you but mark my words, he is worse than me. You don’t know what he can do if he ever gets a chance to get you alone and fuck you. His mischievous innocent smile hides all his nasty thoughts and his devil side from you.”
“What are you saying jeno?”
“Don’t pretend that you don’t know how you always tease us when roaming around the house like a little slut you are. It’s good that Jaemin has decided your outfit otherwise who knows what you have worn to meet all those shitheads.”
“Excuse me, they are my friends.”
He steps back and pulls you towards him making you bump into his front. The sound from the car, indicating the unlock of your ride made a surprised squeal from you. Pulling the door open, he offers you to enter his car.
“Have a seat princess. We have a little way to go.”
Without wasting any time, you hurriedly go inside it and shut the door to which he chuckles on your little attempt. He strikingly walks towards the other side to enter the driver seat and as soon as he enters, he brushes his hair, looking in the rear mirror. Gulping, you cast a glance to him and well you find it really attractive whenever one of your brothers do this. Afterall both of them are just walking models.
As soon as you both make an eye contact in the mirror, he smirks and you look out of the window to avoid his gaze.
“How much you try, You are stuck with me inside this little space.”
Leaning towards you, supporting his hand on your seat and the other on the steering wheel.
“You have nowhere to go except appreciating my presence.”
“Jeno…what are you doing?”
He pulls the seat belt before you protest to his further attempts to do anything, fixing it properly, he sighs and smirks at you. As he goes back to do the same for him, you release a heavy breath to the thought that nothing happened like Jaemin.
You remained quiet the whole ride and did your best to keep yourself busy on the phone to avoid any conversation with him. But Jeno is not the one to keep it this way as finally he got the chance with you and that’s also all alone in his car. He kept you asking few questions and when you denied to reply him back, everytime he slides his hands up and down your thighs.
“Don’t be a bad girl, princess.”
The ride to your destination was quick as you all were going to meet in the nearest mall to hangout and have fun with catching up all the gossips you are missing out. He didn’t park the car because he has to go to the office to meet his dad after dropping you off at your place.
“Thanks…thanks for the ride…Jeno.”
Your hands reach over to the handle to push the door open but before the impact, he grips your wrist and pinned you down to your seat. Your eyes go wide when he is almost hovering on top of you, his eyes reading all your little changes in the expression.
“I can’t lose to Jaemin here.”
And with that, he crashes his lips onto yours. The afternoon kiss with the other one was a quick and soft but this one is rough but like he has the whole time of the universe for himself and slowly he is sucking your whole soul. You didn’t kiss back but you push him. Taking heavy breathes, you take a look yourself in the mirror but he grips your jaw and turns to face him. His other hand placing your hairs properly and then wipes the smudged lipstick stain from your face and rubbing it on his lips
“Now it’s perfect.”
He gives you his eye smile. Cute.
As soon as he turns around to open his door, you quickly got out of the car before he could speak up anything more.
The whole evening went with having a lot of delicious foods and having fun at karaoke and arcades. Well, you caught up on lots of funny rumors of your old classmates, many dating scandals and other spicy gossips. It was really great to catch up with your old friends. You were distracted from the thought of your brothers most of the time but everytime a scene comes across your mind, suddenly you would become quiet.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
“Of course.”
You all cant understand because it’s not like you are getting kissed by your brothers everyday. Also, by both of them on the same day.
And you just know, you have to keep all these as secrets from the parents because if they find out about it, you don’t know what would happen after and again you don’t want to ruin your mother’s happy life.
When it was already late at night, you texted your mother that you would be home soon and one of your friends might drop you off to your house and she agreed with it. Your father also texted you to be safe on your way. But two people were not happy with you being out for so long. You had numerous calls from your brothers but you just kept it in silent. It’s not like you haven’t received once. You had answered few of their calls and explained about your ride back home but they were stuck with one sentence.
“We will pick you up. Just tell us when we need to pick you up.”
But you dared to ignore their protest and still asked one of friends to drop you off at home.
Everyone waved off their goodbyes and it’s you and Jongho while going towards the parking area.
“it was really nice to see you after so many months.”
“Same here. I didn’t know that nerdy gummy bear is now a great man.”
“Well I am now and I can protect you as well.”
“Thank you.” You both giggled on his words.
“There wont be a need for you to protect her.”
Why? Cant atleast the night end peacefully? You both turned around to the voice and Jongho frown to see two unfamiliar faces glaring back at him.
“Who are you? Y/N, do you know them?”
“She is not likely to be answerable to your every question when we are here you know.”
And that sassy voice made his appearance out from the dark space of the parking lot. Hands folded in front and eyes sending daggers to your friend.
“Hello there mister. Myself Jaemin. A lot more handsome and sexy person than you.”
Before Jongho could protest anything, Jaemin grip your wrist and start dragging you towards the car where you could already see someone sitting in the driver’s space. He has not come alone. That means Jeno is also there. Turning your face, you send a reassuring smile that you are fine and you waved him goodbye and told him to have a safe ride back home. Unlike you.
“Jaemin, leave my hand. I can walk.”
He ignores your every word and proceeds to walk towards the car. He harshly opens the passenger seat door and pushes you inside. Without any complaint, you swiftly go inside and he shuts the door. He goes in the backseat when your focus falls on Jeno’s hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white and veins popping attractively on his arms, he is not wearing the jacket from previously and shirt sleeves are folded.
“Why didn’t you pick up the calls?”
“I told you before that I could have gone back with Jongho.”
Jaemin interjects.
“so? Haven’t I told you before that I don’t trust your friends?”
“That’s your problem. I trust my friends.”
“You-“
Jeno darkly chuckles. “Jaemin, let it go. She doesn’t know that we know how to tame brats like her.”
“What?”
“Ah sure Jeno.”
That’s how you were bombarded with lot of questions during the ride back home about your whole day.
The following next week, you were doing your best to avoid being near to them. But they have the total opposite thing on their mind. Their motive was to follow you like the lost puppy the whole day. The worst thing was that they would make some worst excuses sometimes and not let you to leave for any kind of parties and meet ups. It was okay to go out for any day-out fun but not night. Surprisingly, your parents were also agreeing with them and appreciating the fact that how they were showing their concern for their only sister.
If only they knew, how they actually treat you.
With the passing of days, you can feel their eyes are more lingering on your body. Their intense pervert gaze to which you glare them back but one either blinks at you or the other smirks at you confidently. You were nothing less as you would also check them out whenever they are unaware of your presence and not to lie, you are getting attracted to them more with every passing time, you are getting more proper close up look of their bare face with raw and groggy voice each morning and sometimes when you come across with each other during midnight.
And then this day when suddenly, your parents have to leave for a vacation business trip for a couple of months and that means. THAT MEANS YOU WILL BE ALONE WITH YOUR BROTHERS THE WHOLE DAY. EVERY DAY. You begged your mother to take you with her but she waved you off telling how childish and stupid you sound like. You almost spilled out the actual reason but regained your composure to keep the secret.
So you made a plan to spend few days at your friends house and maybe you should plan out some more hangouts so you don’t have to face your brothers. And that’s how, you are making your way out of the house to meet your dearest friend but maybe that’s not how smooth your life is meant to be.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Only one more step and you would have been out of the house but not today. Gulping, you clutched the door handle tightly in your fist and turned around to face the owner of the voice. It’s not like the person is anyhow unfamiliar to you or someone you are scared of. Well, yeah the person who you want to avoid rather you should unless you want to be in a big trouble. Turning around on your heel, you kept your gaze on the floor, suddenly finding it the most beautiful and appreciable thing in your life. You could feel the approaching footsteps but not daring to look up because why will you when you are damn aware of the person before you. Your panic state didn’t go unnoticed by the approaching person. Now, you could smell the cologne of the man and the close proximity between you two was making your mind scream loudly inside. Two fingers brushing your cheeks sliding down to your chin and grabbed it, forcing you to look up. Due to the sudden impact, you closed your eyes, still could hear the chuckle left from his lips. Even when your eyes are closed, you could still feel the well built muscular body towering over you. Another hand brushed your hairs and tugged them behind your eyes. Your heart racing and mind screaming but you just wanted to run away from the current situation.
“Open your eyes baby.”
No. Please let me go out. You were mentally begging him to let you go but nothing was coming out of your throat and so you just gulped the lump. Not reacting to his words, he gripped your jaw tightly and you could feel his breath fanning over your lips. You tried to bend backwards but his other hand placed on your lower back pulled you closer towards him.
“Didn’t you hear what I said? Open your eyes. Let me see the pretty eyes of my baby.”
His voice was a lot more dominative than before and you didn’t want to make him mad so you slowly parted your eyelids. Eyes couldn’t focus on his face due to the fact that you were closing them so tightly previously and also this man being so close to you that lights couldn’t make up the image properly for your eyes. Flattering your eyelashes, you were then staring to those attractively seductive eyes as it could hipnotiza you. Anyone could have felt weak for these eyes and him in such situation including you but not when he being your brother. Well, correctly stepbrother. You were damn aware of the treatment that a step brother should have for his little sister but in your case, nothing was near to that fact check. You were literally living with two damn tease who constantly stir up every situation to flirting and teasing.
“Did you ask us before leaving?”
“I- I was just going to tell you.”
“Really? It doesn’t look like that. It was as if you were going somewhere else to avoid us tonight. Is there any reason?”
You were trying to voice out some words but the way his fingers were brushing over your lower lips. Oh gosh! It’s not helping your condition.
“Answer him.”
Okay! Time to leave now. The only thing I have to do is to push the man in front of me and quickly run out of the door before the other one can descend the stairs. Eyes dancing on their forms, mentally you counted to three and you pushed him. He got startled due to your sudden action but was quick to catch your hands.
“Step one more. You will regret it later so much.”
“Someone is being a stubborn today, you know.”
“Where was she going Jaemin?”
You could see him smirking on his brother’s question before replying to him, he winked at you with lips sending a flying kiss to you. The biggest tease in the household. You glared at him and when you looked at the other one, he was already glaring at you darkly with clenched jaw. But you were getting distracted how his biceps were well reflected under the bright lights because of his black sleeveless tee.
“I was asking her that before you made your entry on our private time. Jeno got no jam.”
“Shut up Jaemin. You are literally standing at the entrance in a massive hall and saying private time.”
“But there is no one around.”
“I am here. Well, getting back to her. It’s past curfew time and where is she going even all dolled up.”
Both of them expecting an answer from you, waiting for your reply but you chose to remain quiet. You tried to wiggle your hand out of his grip but he held it tighter and Jeno was satisfied with his brother’s act. You stared at the older one who had already seated himself comfortably on the sofa and staring back at you both, gesturing his brother to pull you towards him.
“I was just going somewhere.”
“Where?” Jeno asked with a lot more husky voice.
“T-to to meet someone.”
“Now?” Jaemin with a frown on his face turned towards you.
“Yeah….”
“Who?”
You looked towards Jeno before thinking twice as it would be safe to tell them or not but you chose death.
“My boyfriend.”
“Since when do you have one?”
“We are just going to meet today to get along with each other so he invited me to his house for a sleepover. He is my old friend.”
“And you thought without telling us, it would be fine for you to just sneak out of the house and have fun.”
“No Jeno look I-“
You didn’t notice when Jaemin went behind and wrapped his arms around you to hold you flushed to him. His nose snuggling into your wavy locks on your shoulder and neck.
Whispering ‘baby’ ‘pretty’ ‘princess’ in your ears, breathe tingling over. But the next thing he whispered made your eyes went wide.
“Tell him you can’t make it today.”
Jeno read your actions precisely and noticing how you pressed your legs together, his brother’s every little action was getting a reaction out from you. Honestly, he was enjoying the view more than he could describe but the moment your eyes went wide, the corner of his lips rose on knowing what was the possible reason behind that. Moreover, he found everything cute.
“Do it. Whatever he is telling you, work it.”
“No no I can’t.” Jaemin’s grip was strong and the way both of them hit the Gym, you were well aware that you couldn’t stand any chance in front of them.
“You can do this but you can’t go out.”
“Please.”
“Call him yourself or I’m going to do it. What do you want?”
Snatching your purse from the hand, he hurriedly rummages into it to find your phone. Found it, unlocking the phone, he went through all your contacts and text messages until he found out your precious friend. How come he knows my password?
Dialing the number, he kept the phone in front of you with speaker on. You could see your reflection with your stepbrother on that tiny screen. Suddenly the screen turned on, and someone spoke from the other side.
“Hello?”
“Hey! Jongho….”
Even when you were talking with your friend, you made a straight eye contact with those daring eyes of jeno in front of you holding your phone. Jaemin was still in his world, inhaling your body scent as if you were a drug that he was missing out all these days. Your voice cracked when you felt him leaving kisses over your exposed shoulder.
“When are you coming Y/N?”
Before you could reply, jeno mouthed you to say what they wanted to hear from you. He raised his eyebrows when you remained quiet.
“Sorry but I don’t think ......I can go today.”
“What happened? Is everything alright? Do I need to come over for help?”
“No no it’s just mild headache. You don’t have to worry much.”
Jeno came closer to you and tracing his fingers through your face before pressing them on your lips. You averted your eyes away.
Jaemin whispered in between biting your earlobe, “eyes on him baby.”
You somehow managed to do so until the third voice interrupted.
“Please take care and let me know if you need something.”
You replied with a low ‘hmm’ before he cut the line and tossing the phone on the sofa.
“Now leave me. Let me go.”
“Now where are you planning to go? Didn’t Jeno said earlier it’s already past curfew time?”
“Both of you have already ruined my night. Now Atleast let me go to my room. So, move!”
Both of them chuckled on your reply and you creased your eyebrows in confusion, wiggling under their hold and gaze. Finding your actions cute, they started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?”
“You said you can’t make it tonight so let us make that excuse valid. Right Jaemin?”
“Of course, Jeno.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can do this all night baby, Make a wish.” Jaemin licked and whispered in your ears, biting the earlobe before retreating his mouth.
Jeno leaned down to match your eye level.
“Let’s keep it a secret before you can unfold what’s coming in your way.”
“no. look. Jeno…Jaemin…I- I…”
“What?”
“baby…just follow us and you will love it for sure.”
You know whatever is going to happen is something that should not been like this but the way your body is already turned on is basically denying your thoughts to stop everything right on the spot. You followed them to their game room, that’s the only common room they share whenever they have game nights with their friends. You haven’t entered this room anytime before and exploring everything new today is really exciting you. Exploring their new self will be lot more exciting to you.
As soon as you and Jaemin entered the room, Jeno shut the door behind and that’s how you know, you have to block every other thoughts which screaming to you to back off but yet here you are challenging their offer. Well not offer but you want to see how far they can go. Are you so irresistible to them?
Jaemin took you to the middle of the room, throwing your purse away and cupping your face and neck with both of his hands and pulls you closer. Eyes scanning every detail of your face, admiring your beauty even when he sees you everyday but not like this when turned on and your body radiating heat on his bare palm. With few blinks of his eyes, he closes the distance between your lips. Well, that soft human is nowhere to be found but a hungry demon feasting on his last meal as the way his teeth sucking your lips. Teeth clashing with each other, hands gripping tightly on your neck leaving marks but you are not protesting against rather you accept the doing and kissing him back. You can feel a different set of handles fondling with your dress back zipper and within few seconds, the zip goes down, the dress still hanging on your body but hands snaking from behind around your waist.
You part your lips from Jaemin to take breath when jeno speak from behind you, face snuggling into your shoulders and collar bone, inhaling your scent.
“Can I?”
You don’t even know what he’s asking with the groan lacing with the question, yet you nod in compliance. Jaemin averts your attention towards him by turning your face in his hands, nose nudging against yours before he kisses you. His lips are soft and warm, and you’re genuinely enjoying how excellent he is at kissing. You again got lost in him devouring you, hands around his neck as to bring him closer.
You’re not sure how long you’ve been kissing for, only until Jeno tugs on your hair and pulls you out of your trance. You whimper when you’re parted from Jaemin, who smirks at the noise, hands entangled with yours.
“Don’t be a jerk right now, Jaemin” Jeno growls, pulling your back to his front as he moves to your neck. You moan when his tongue licks a juicy stripe up your neck, hands roaming around your body, the heated body coming in contact with the cold air of the room making your whole body shiver under their warm touch. Jeno tugging your dress upwards, leaving your thighs bare and exposed to Jaemin whose eyes following every movement the dress is revealing more inch of your skin from underneath.
Jeno kisses you hungrily like a beast. Jaemin’s kiss was intense but this kiss is everything but soft. His grip on you and kiss, both are rough. He is holding you as if a slight loose in the grip will make you fade away and the same goes for the kiss. He doesn’t bite you rough but little gently, yet making you bleed slightly. Your whine and moans to his actions are like musics to his ears.
“Ah, you’re so fucking perfect,” Jeno hisses, fingers inching closer to your core. “Make you whimper under me all night and can listen to your moans all night.”
“I know we have all night and I can see her like this for the rest,” you hear Jaemin with his sassy voice. “But I want to have my donut with the jam in the middle.”
You were so distracted with Jeno attached to your neck and one hand playing with your clothed breasts that you didn’t notice his other hand slides your panty enough to get a proper access to your core and dips a finger inside which let out a loud moan from inside your throat. Both of them smirk in satisfaction.
Before he can slides a second finger in, Jaemin bent down to lace his mouth with your other left out breast. He pulls the dress down to free it from the cover and quickly takes the nipple between his teeth, sucking and pulling it softly but enough to make you whimper to the effect. You know you should not enjoy this whole thing but yet here you are feeling yourself floating in cloud 9.
“She feels good, her soft skin, her seductive scent is driving me crazy” Jeno speak in a low tone still audible to the whole room, lips trailing kisses all over your neck, shoulders and collarbone, biting in between, ripping soft screams and sobs out of you. “What do you think we should do, Jaemin ?”
“Everything,” he chuckles, tongue flicking over your nipple and other nipple being rolled around between the fingers of Jeno, tugging it slightly. “I want to have her in every way I have dreamed and thought every second whenever she walks around the house in tees without any bra.”
You fail to register his words as Jeno increase his pace inside you, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy along with the tortures going on to your nipples.
“Get her on the bed,” Jeno says. “I want her to see breaking down under me and let’s see how she will escape me like other days.”
Jaemin pulls you away from Jeno just to push you against the bed. You whine on losing contact in your heated mound. Your messed up body hits the well knitted soft bedsheet, surrounded by all the neon lights to create a gaming environment but today’s game is whole lot different from other days. It’s the game you have wanted to play with them. Always.
You feel a tap on your cheek and you glance up to see Jaemin sitting beside you, smiling with eyes filled with lust. His fingers brush your lips, “no matter how long I kiss you, I won’t get enough of you.”
You are distracted with the angel sitting beside you whose deeds are totally of a devil, your eyes following how he pecks your nose before attaching his mouth to your nipples and to the effect, you close your eyes tightly, feeling the moment intently.
You feel someone slide your panty down your legs but still keeping your heels on and dress fondled over your stomach. You feel harsh slap against your pussy and then when you look down to see Jeno eyeing your core hungrily and his look is enough to make you wet more, he eyes your arousal leaking out of you, groaning with the scene. Your attempt to close your legs got stuck when he holds tightly the thighs apart and darkly looks at you.
“Be a good girl for me, princess.”
You nod and grips the bedsheet and other hand in Jaemin’s hair , tugging them extracting groans of pain but him not stopping you from doing it.
“Shit!” Jeno curses when he licks a long stripe of your arousal and your back arches, pushing the chest to Jaemin’s mouth. He has that smug look on his face to have you like this and knows well how his brother is making you feel good. “you taste so heavenly, baby.”
Before you can register the words, Jeno again attaches his mouth to your heat and sucks it harshly, fingers digging into your skin leaving marks making it too obvious for others to know how you got those bruises. The abuse on your tits and mound is taking to your climax slowly. You can feel the coil tightening inside your stomach and Jaemin could feel it with your body movements
“My baby, you are mine,” Jaemin praising you continuously but the way he is constantly biting uour nipples and leaving marks all over the chest and throat is really contrasting his sweet voice. “Doing so good for us.”
‘How can that mouth do two opposite things together.”
You see white when Jeno wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking harshly at the nub. You hit the climax immediately as soon as he presses his palm above the stomach and Jaemin pulls your both the nipples. Jeno licks every last drop of your cum but didn’t intend to end the abuse.
“Stop it…jeno…”
Even when you cum, he didn’t stop but keep on licking the clit, overstimulating you and to which your back arches and the view is heavenly for Jaemin.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”Jaemin hisses, admiring your chest going up and down with heavy breathings and pained expression due to overstimulation. While keeping his eyes on you, he slowly unbuckles his belt, pushing the pants and boxers down to expose his hard and thick cock. He smiles at your glazed eyes, pumping himself a few times and you know that this smile is hiding all the possible monstrous activities.
Jeno pushes two of his fingers and you nearly scream out his name with the feeling of his tongue still fucking you and in addition of his two fingers scissoring inside you.
Jaemin moves down his hand to your clit and starts to rub the bud. This is too much for you. His actions are going parallel with one hand rubbing the clit and other one rubbing the nipple in the same pace. The second orgasm with two of them abusing you came too fast and your whole body is covered with sweats and exhaustion but this is the only beginning.
Jaemin pushes Jeno aside while the latter laughed to see his brother’s impatience and well he would have been the same if it was otherwise.
“I want to taste you too but let me first fuck you and feel this tiny hole around my cock.”
“Are you going to wear a condom?” You ask in a weak tone.
Jaemin laughs. “We don’t need one, baby.”
“What?”
You both moan together when he pushes himself inside, stretching your cunt with his cock. You cry out at the brief feeling of pain before you feel Jeno placing his lips over yours. Jaemin’s deep voice is making you clench around his cock. Feeling it, he grabs your ass tightly, leaving red fingerprints.
“Doing so well for us, princess,” he murmurs against your mouth. “Such a pretty angel for me.”
“Not only yours but….but mine too.”
“Did I complain when you called her your baby so just shut up and fuck her.”
Pain shifts into pleasure as Jaemin presses his palm above your clit, fingers circling around the nub. You can feel his cock is driving up into your stomach and hitting it with the force of his thrusts. He continues to maintain his pace till he hits the desired spot to make you scream out his name.
“JAEMIN!”
“That’s it,” he chuckles, slapping your pussy and cock hitting into that spot over and over.
You feel Jeno’s breath ghosting over your ear. Jeno licking your ears and groaning while playing with your nipples letting the familiar neediness building inside you all over again and the coil might explode before reaching the climax. The licking sound into your ears and the wet sounds coming from the down where Jaemin hitting your g-spot is enough to make you feel like the most special and enchanted person to them. Well it’s not only your thought but you are like a dreamy angel to them while all spread out like this on the bed, everything exposed and on display only for them to devour on it.
You approach your third orgasm of the day when Jaemin hits the spot with a deep thrust , your body is overwhelmed as both of them giving all of their attention to you as you are like a goddess spread in front of them to whom they got access after so many attempts.Jaemin groans loudly when you clench around him, he soon reached his high and bends down to peck your lips still buried inside you. You nearly got pass out by the intensity of your orgasm and the feeling of him emptying his seeds inside of you. You’ve never had sex before with someone and your stepbrothers being your first is something so different to imagine. Jaemin feeling you up and without any protection is clouding your mind with different feelings but got interrupted by him.
“Shit,” Jaemin curses before smiling up at you and looking towards his brother . “Her pussy is so fucking good. I want to have her again.”
Your blissed out expression while whimpering his name and shaking uncontrollably under him when he was fucking you is still replaying in his mind. Your bouncing tits when he was pushing inside you with his faster pace and the pleasure filled face when you approached your high when he hit your sweet spot was enough for him.It is driving him crazy and not letting you go away from him and wanting to fuck you to the brim until you pass out like this.
“Let me have my turn now, Jaemin,” Jeno with annoyance in his voice reminds his brother, but he’s immediately shoved away by Jaemin.
“No please let me have one more round.”
“You had your fun. It’s my turn now. Move before I just lock you out of the room.”
“Fine,” Jaemin rolls his eyes before pulling himself out and getting off the bed to change the position with Jeno and you find Jeno again between your legs.
“I’ll take her ass later and you can’t deny it then.”
“Fine.”
“W-What?” You stammer. Later? What do they mean?
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jeno assures you. “It’ll feel good, you just have to trust us. You can be a good girl for us tonight right?”
“How can I trust?”
“Why?”
“I don’t know but my brothers fucking me already breaking the trust of us being siblings-“
“Shut up. We are not siblings. Only me and Jaemin are legal brothers and you are our step sister not our own blood. But ours. You are ours.”
“Yes Jeno is right. No one can take you away from us. Even if people point out us being step siblings, I will fucking cut their hands down.”
Jeno smirks, “maybe burn them alive.”
They leave you no room to protest as Jeno turns you around, face hitting the pillow and his strong grip pulling your ass up, aligning with the tip of his cock. When he freed himself from the boxers, you could feel the pain spread all over your body as you have never seen such big cock, it’s thicker than Jaemin’s and you don’t think it can fit inside you, letting aside in your ass where you never had slid a single finger and rest alone this cock.
“I-I don’t think I’m r-ready for this-“
“You are,” Jeno soothes. “Don’t worry.”
“No no please. I’m already tired and this is…I don’t think I can…stop it Jeno.”
You barely get a chance to stop him as Jaemin pinned your hand to your back which were trying to reach jeno to make him stop. Jaemin kisses your head to soothe you and ease the tensed body.
“Relax. Relax your muscles. You are perfectly made for us and by now we know what your body can take and upto how much.”
“Jaemin, first make her feel at ease or it will hurt her in a worst way.”
Jaemin hums softly in your ear. “You’re going to feel so good, my baby.”
You nod with eyes tight closed and Jaemin smiles while parting your head. Jeno spread and covered the hole with lube before sliding himself into you. As soon as Jeno entered to your back, you could feel a tear slide down your face when Jaemin wipes it off with a finger.
“You’re so fucking tight,”Jeno groans and his groggy voice letting out a moan from you. “Her ass is clenching around me and also sucking me in slowly..”
Your moans getting lost into the pillow and muffled noises could be heard when he is pounding inside you. Jaemin let go off tour hands when he feels you would no longer protest and the hands fell on both of your sides weakly. Jeno noticed it and a proud smile with a self satisfaction blooms inside him. They have totally wreck you under them inside their closed room. Your exhaustion visible on your face and seeing that Jeno increase his pace,
“Hang on for a little more, baby. I promise it’ll feel good.”
You gasp when Jeno’s cock hitting every inch of the hole and making your body squirm under him boosting his self esteem at your reactions. He gathers some of Jaemin’s cum leaking out of your entrance and rubs your clit.
“Such a pretty princess. You’re gonna feel good, baby, the way am loving to see tears straining and messing up with your make up ” he soothes you again and the way his pace is uneven you know he is near to his climax.
The stretch is so painful and tears continuously falling down your face at the feeling.
“So good, you’re doing so good.” Jeno praises.
Jaemin who’s presence was absent for a while spoke up.
“If I was not there to catch you while sneaking out of the house then you would have miss all these fun.”
Jeno’s hand sliding up and down your bare back to soothe your tensed muscles and also messaging the ass. With few thrusts, you both come undone.
Still buried deep inside, he leans down to leave feathery kisses on all over your back and praising in between. You feel someone removing your hairs from the face while patting your cheeks gently. You hum in response.
“Are you with us Y/N?”
“No more…please…I can’t.”
Jeno pulls himself out and Jaemin make you sit up and quickly changing your place from the bed on his lap. They rip away all the loosely hanging clothing from your body along with your heels.
“This one is last baby.”
“N-No,” you protest, body feeling completely exhausted. “I can’t. Please, I can’t.”
Jeno sits in front of you, cupping your face and pecking your forehead, nose and lips, “I told you to trust us. You will feel good and you are still being a good girl for us. It’ll be quick.”
While Jeno was distracting you, Jaemin’s lubed finger enters your hole to prepare and it’s still tight after being stretched out from Jeno. With a satisfied stretch, he signals Jeno to hold you down while he enters you and as soon as he slides himself inside, you scream out but Jeno shushes you with the kiss. This kiss is a gentle kiss unlike before and it is really distracting you from the pain which is slowly shifting into pleasure. Jaemin’s hand finds your pussy and dips a finger inside to collect your leaking cum. With few thrust when he has milked his fingers enough, he brings them to his lips to taste them and groans in pleasure.
“You were right Jeno. She is delicious.”
Not letting you to keep up with their conversation when Jeno slides himself to your entrance and you nearly sob due to them both filling you up at the same time. You have felt so full even when you have eaten food more than you can digest. This foreign feeling is not much painful but rather exciting you to know how does it feel when they start moving.
Them nodding to each other, starts moving. A burning sensation spread all over your body and slowly slowly shifting to tingling pleasures. Toes curling, fingers digging into the skin. Jaemin biting down your shoulders and Jeno nearly choking you with hands around your throat gently but not to make you uncomfortable.
They increase their pace with praises flowing like a waterfall from their lips to make you float at the top of this world. Your mouth hangs open and Jeno takes this chance to slide his thumb inside and press on your tongue. You invitingly suck his digit.
“Shit I can feel you, jeno.”
“Me too.” He reads your body and facial expressions before calling out to Jaemin, “I don’t think she will last enough. Do it fast.”
With some few more thrust, you come undone and rest yourself against the front of Jeno and Jaemin sliding his hands against your back. You whine due to overstimulation but soon they come and ride out their high.
Pulling out from you, you are totally exhausted and anytime, you would pass out. But still trying your best not to fall in slumber. Jaemin makes some space to lay you down properly in the middle of the bed and you hug his torso before he covers both of you with the blanket Jeno brings over to him.
Jaemin brushes away the hair from your face, gently turning your body so that all your tensed and constricted muscles feel at ease.
“My pretty baby,” he whispers and you smile in response. “Get some sleep. We will clean you and take care of everything.”
“What are we now?” You ask with hooded eyes and murmuring sound.
Jeno chuckles at you, finding your every action cute when you are sleepy. “Isn’t it obvious. You are ours now. You belong to us. only us. You can’t ignore us now.” He slides himself inside the blanket to your other side mimicking his brother’s pose. Both of their attention on the sleepy figure between them, admiring how you still manage to look the prettiest even in such a state of exhaustion.
“Keep it a secret from our parents.”
“We will see about that.”
“No but-“
“Shh,” Jaemin coos. “Get some rest.”
Will it be a secret forever? Can they really keep it a secret? What if everyone comes to know about you?
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With You part 5
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Summary: Jake tries to fall asleep beside you, Steven is there to adore you in the morning and Marc is still struggling. What happens when Jake breaks his lifelong silence?
Pairings: Jake Lockley x reader, Steven Grant x reader, Marc Spector x reader. Gender neutral reader. No use of Y/N. Reader is engaged to Marc and Steven.
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings/notables: Fluff, longing, complicated relationship stuff. Angst. References to past abuse. Struggles with addiction/alcoholism and its effects. Probably inaccurate description of addiction. self-worth probs. Violence is mentioned. kissing and touching, implied sex but no smut, nothing explicit or gender-specific. Let me know if I missed a warning. inaccurate DID, based on the show. Not beta'd we die like arthur harrow in the back of jake's car
Dividers by saradika
PREVIOUSLY, on “With You”...
Oh, he liked the idea of getting under your skin. He liked it a lot.
“Really?” He teased. “You mean you don’t scare the shit out them in the middle of the night? Follow them around? Drive them crazy...wearing that?” He threw your words back at you.
What a little shit.
“No,” you steadily answered him, your gaze open and honest. “I guess I’m just here to drive you crazy.”
With little convincing, Jake got ready for bed, so he could join you in finally getting some rest. Your 3am alarm went off as he was washing up, so you silenced the one for 4:00.
Conveniently it was your day off, so no other alarm was set. Steven did have one class mid-day, but otherwise, also had the day off.
As Jake slid under the covers, you reached to turn off the bedside lamp. Then you were left in the same position you found yourself in that first night.
The night he held your hand.
Remembering what you'd whispered to him in the dark that night, you softly uttered, "I'm glad you came back to me, Jake."
"I'll always come back to you," he swiftly replied, his voice the softest you'd ever heard it.
Slowly, you reached for him, resting your hand over his. He immediately slid his fingers through yours, just like the first night, and whispered goodnight.
Jake always came home while you were asleep, and he didn't even front every day. Usually he was only there when Khonshu bid him take to the nighttime alleyways and rooftops, or when Marc and Steven were in an exorbitant amount of danger...
...which was unfortunately more often than either of them (or you) were aware. Marc had a long and colorful past, in which he'd made many enemies - some of them, through no fault of his.
Abused, with an undiagnosed disorder, there were sections of his life missing, and problems he just couldn't control. That, combined with blackouts from drinking and a mighty temper, when provoked, had left a trail of...unfortunate mishaps. And pissed off former associates and enemies.
Time eased many grievances, and Marc had handled several problems on his own, years ago. But even after Jake himself had dispensed with Arthur Harrow, there still lingered fingers of his network. And those weren't the only problems.
Just last week, Jake had disposed of a man who had followed you home from work two nights in a row. He simply watched the first night, choosing restraint, but after he saw the mysterious man following you a little too closely the second night, well - that man did not live to see a third.
At first, Jake wondered how Marc could be so naive. He expected that more from Steven. Well, not naivety, exactly, but a general "chin up" outlook on life that the he radiated.
Steven, although far more direct, outspoken and cautious than most people gave him credit for, was an overall ray of sunshine. In protecting the system, Jake wasn't just protecting his own body, or Marc, who he had known since his youth, he was protecting Steven - the one Marc simply could not do without.
And Jake supposed that's what it all came down to. Marc had settled into a beautiful domesticity with both you and Steven. And maybe that was why Marc couldn't perceive the danger you were all in.
Jake was happy to keep it that way. If Marc was not only safe, but thriving, if Steven was growing and learning, putting his beautiful mind to work, and the two of them had someone they loved? Then Jake had done his job. As long he stayed on top of things, it could all work out.
But the drinking relapse was a problem. And he hadn't counted on you meeting him.
Jake had often wondered how Marc and Steven - for lack of a better word - shared you. He wondered if they ever got jealous. Or if you ever showed any preference for one over the other. That's why he thought it best to stay out of it. Not only did he hope to keep his head down and do his job, he was concerned that getting mixed up with you would only confuse him.
That all went right to hell when he carelessly barreled into your bedroom the other night, having forgotten to have Marc or Steven check in with you earlier, or go to bed beside you. He was equally panicked and wonderfully elated for this mishap.
And now, as your soft breathing slowed, he tried to pretend this night was like every other time he'd slipped through the window to find you asleep.
But it wasn't and he couldn't.
He wished you were still awake. He wished he had more time to hear your voice, to watch the flurry of you around the room, picking up his things, worrying after him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he remembered the press of your body against his - the soft satin hugging your shape.
Shit. He could use a cigarette. Or maybe he could beat the hell out of someone.
It was difficult to blow off steam when Marc - a.k.a. their body - couldn't drink and with Marc and Steven engaged to you. Jake tried to respect that. He had the right to his own life, sure, but he just couldn't bring himself to "blow off steam" in that way since you got engaged. You weren't his, but he was faithful to you anyway.
As if sensing his irritation in your sleep, you rolled over, burying your face into his shoulder, snuggling up to him comfortably.
Jake was walking a very fine line between soothed and riled up. If your leg made its way across his thigh, he was going to lose his shit.
Only a few hours later, as the sun struggled to climb into a gray sky, you woke up, tangled in someone. Wondering who might greet you each morning always brought the tiniest smile to your face, but on this morning, just for a moment, you wondered if it was Jake.
Your body stiffened. Did you sleep like this for the past few hours? Did it bother him? You hadn't ever thought of what you might do in the night when Jake got home from his escapades.
As the man beside you continued to breathe evenly, in and out, you decided that three hours of sleep was definitely not enough.
Hours later, you awoke to the domestic sounds of the kitchen. You smelled cooked food and heard the sink's water running, along with the clang of a pot or saucepan.
The sun had made its way through the morning fog, and a sliver of it poured through the crack between the drawn drapes and the window.
After stretching like a very satisfied cat, you freshened up in the bathroom and headed back to your closet to decide what to wear for your day off.
Steven was waiting for you on your bed, perched on the edge.
"Morning, my love," he hummed cheerily, his eyes raking down your body appreciatively. "See you've got on those nice satin pajamas I gave you."
Glancing down at yourself, you softly smiled. "Indeed."
"You're so bloody lovely," he breathed, eyes darkening as he reached out his hand to beckon you back to bed.
Feeling absolutely adored and a little frisky, you skittered over, ready to pounce, when he held up two hands to stop you.
"Careful, darling, I've made you breakfast. Or brunch, rather. It's eleven o'clock," he laughed, nodding toward the tray sitting in the middle of the bed.
Eyes wide, you beamed - but it didn't stop you from climbing onto his lap, just...carefully.
"You are an angel." Locking your arms behind his neck, you dragged your hips forward until you were flush against his body. Rubbing your nose against his, you giggled as he chased after your lips.
"Feeling cheeky this morning, are we?" he tutted after trying and failing to kiss you a few times. "Come here, you." Gently gripping your face in one hand, he opened his mouth hotly over yours. Sucking your lips one at a time, he teased you right back, easing one strong arm around your back. His forearm flexed, holding you firmly as he thrust up against you.
"Steven," you gasped, shifting in his lap to feel him just where you wanted him. Licking into his mouth, you pushed your fingers into his curls, tugging just hard enough for him to jerk deliciously against you again.
The two of you went on that way until he laid back on the bed, pulling you on top of him.
"Steven, Steven, wait--"
Too late. The tray carrying your breakfast spilled all over the bed, some of the jam-covered toast landing on Steven's adorably oversized sleeve.
"Shit, I'm so sorry." Scurrying off the bed, you rapidly gathered up the mess, hands bumping into Steven's as he struggled to help you.
"Thank goodness I've left the tea on the table then, yeah?"
You burst out laughing.
You and Steven cleaned up the bed, finished breakfast (at the table) and dressed in cozy clothes for a day off together. Steven decided missing one class wouldn't hurt anything, since he had high marks in every course.
"Thank you for taking care of me this morning, my love," you sighed contentedly, draping your legs across his lap as you relaxed on the couch. "I noticed you pulled the drapes closed so I could sleep in."
"Oh...must've been Marc, I s'ppose," he mused, rubbing up and down your leg. "Wasn't me."
"Oh, okay. But it was you that cleaned up the broken bottle the other morning, right? Before I woke up and made breakfast for Marc?"
Steven's head whipped around so fast. "Sorry, what? Marc broke a bottle? Darling--"
"It wasn't like that, I promise. It was an accident," you soothed. Reaching for his hand, you squeezed it gently, forgetting, in that moment, who could have cleaned up the bottle.
"Everything's a bit odd lately, innit?" He spoke up after a few moments. "Khonshu scaring the life out of Marc like that, deceivin' us both. Bloody stupid pigeon."
"I'm sorry, baby." You felt a shade guilty having talked to Jake twice when Marc and Steven had yet to even meet him.
"Not your fault, love. The old bird's the one to blame. Him and this other mysterious bloke I've got up here." He tapped one finger to his forehead.
"Jake, you mean." You eyed him cautiously. Feeling like you hadn't seen Steven as much for the past few days, you felt the need to confess - catch him up. "I talked to him again last night. Did Marc tell you we'd met?"
Dark eyes cut over to yours - unreadable - a rarity in your warm and open Steven. "Didn't have to. Spoke to him myself."
You gasped a little dramatically. "Y-you talked to Jake? He talked to you?"
"A bit, yeah," Steven sighed. "A bit. Might have told us we were still entangled with Khonshu so Marc didn't have to wake up in an alley like that. It's no bloody wonder he's had a rough go of it."
Gently rubbing your thumb over his knuckles, you inched a little closer to him on the couch. "So...you're angry with him then. With Jake."
Shaking his head, Steven's gaze dropped. "He's got his own life I s'ppose. Rather used to the way things are with Marc, is all."
"Must be hard, sweetheart," you sweetly sympathized, wishing you could fix any and everything for these men you loved.
"Not your fault," he softly repeated, reaching up to caress your cheek. "He does seem a bit taken with you, though."
Oh god.
"R-really," you squeaked. "Jake said that?"
"Not exactly, but...I gathered," Steven mused, his fingers trailing down over your throat to rest along your collarbone, which he traced carefully. "Made me wonder if you'd worn that lovely satin for him, if I'm honest."
You gulped. "Well...not for him, exactly. I did want to talk to him in a little more than Marc's t-shirt. I want answers too."
The corner of his mouth turned slightly upward, reminding you of Jake. "You're a vision in anything, darling - bare legs and t-shirt, or black satin. I certainly understand why he fancies you."
You skin heated up as you tried to decide how to respond.
And just like Jake the previous night, Steven seemed to enjoy you flustered like this. Giving you a devilish smile, he trailed his fingers down your arm.
"Steven...you're my fiancé," you finally managed, a little breathless. "Jake and I have only spoken twice. It will take a little more than crawling in the window at night to get to know one another."
Nodding, Steven asked, "But you would...like to get to know him?"
"Of course I would," you instantly answered, as if it were obvious. "Of course I want to know someone in our lives like this - part of you and Marc, and...honestly, someone who has you all out at night doing god knows what."
Reaching for your fiancé, you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Besides, I doubt Jake said he fancies me," you chuckled. "Doesn't really sound like him."
"Ohhh, it doesn't, does it?" Steven laughed out. Studying you closely, he added, "Would you like to know what he really said? 'Bout you?"
Spellbound, you nodded as Steven leaned in close. "I'm not going to tell you. That's between you two. But I will tell you what I think, if you care to know."
Climbing across his lap, you touched your forehead to his. "As long as it's something good, baby."
"Oh it is," he breathed against your mouth.
He never told you. But you did finish what you'd started in the bedroom.
After all the recent late night activities, plus a vigorous couple of rounds in bed with Steven, your sated bodies drifted off to sleep...
...which inevitably led to you waking up from your nap, wondering who would be greeting you. The flat was quiet and you were alone.
Feeling a little more relaxed and rested than you had felt in days, you found the clothes Steven had yanked off your body just a couple hours before. You didn't want to waste one more second of your shared day off by sleeping.
After checking the bathroom and the living room, you finally found a note in the kitchen from Marc.
On the roof. - M
Finding some shoes and Marc's tan hoodie, you grabbed your phone, realizing Marc had sent you the same message via text, just in case.
A few minutes later, you made your way out to enjoy the chilly but decently sunny day. A rare treat indeed.
"Hey there," you sweetly greeted, walking up beside Marc, purposely bumping your shoulder against his. "Where's your jacket? It's cold."
He glanced over at you, smirking. "You're wearing the one I like. Looks better on you anyway."
Even though Marc was a little taller than you were, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders as if it might warm him up.
"What are you doing?" He chuckled, already a bit cheered up by your presence.
"I'm protecting you. Like I said, it's cold."
Glancing down at you, he shook his head, amused, while his heart flared with adoration. You were always taking care of him in one way or another. He could never deserve you.
"Come here," he whispered, pulling you into his arms, folding you close. "There, now I'm warm."
"Good," you returned, nuzzling into his neck.
He held you in silence for a few minutes, rubbing up and down your back lovingly.
From what little you knew of Jake, you were fairly certain that Marc was the quietest of his alters. It was nice sometimes, to just be together in contented stillness.
But unlike Jake, there was no one in the world you knew better than Marc. And he was neither content, nor prone to remain still for much longer. Itching to prod about what troubled him, you waited longer still. You had learned to wait him out and he had learned to trust you...confide in you.
"I, uh..." he cleared his throat, breaking the silence after a while. "I came up here because I was thinking about...having a drink."
Oh.
Releasing you, as you knew he would after an admission like that, he folded his well defined arms over his chest. "Sorry." He stared out over the city, wondering what you would think of him - of how he kept letting you down.
Matching his pose, you gave him just enough space to confess, while keeping close enough to ground him.
"Sorry for what?"
Huffing out an irritable sigh, he frowned. "You know what. Sorry for wanting to. For...fucking everything up, for letting you down."
"I see," you softly returned. "Is that all?"
Turning his head, he started at you. "Is that not enough? You need a longer list?"
"No," you shrugged, keeping your gaze fixed on the cityscape. "Just asking if there's anything else you're trying to punish yourself for today."
"There's a never-ending, extremely long fucking list," he huffed, rolling his eyes. "Where do I even begin?"
Turning your body to face him, you waited a moment for him to calm down. "How about we start with what brought you up here today? Did something happen? Did you talk to Steven? Or Jake? Or maybe Addiction is just being the annoying bitch that Addiction is?"
You could see that he was already relieved to have you facing him, engaging with him. Marc could fight with the empty, thin air if he wanted to, because the person he fought hardest with was himself.
"I did...talk to Jake," he finally confessed, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "He, uh...he actually apologized...for what happened in the alley, with Khonshu."
"Okay," you slowly nodded, your heart rate doubling at the thought of Marc and Jake interacting. "And how did that make you feel?"
"Like an idiot," he huffed, pushing a hand through his hair. "I should have known that Khonshu would never leave us alone." His hands landed on his hips - a trademark Marc-is-annoyed stance. "I should have known it wasn't safe, especially for you."
"What does that mean?" you hesitantly questioned. Surely he didn't mean he was unsafe for you, or Jake was... You started to worry for just a moment, that he would try to do one of those stupid 'you're safer without me' speeches that superheroes were always doing in films.
Like hell. Khonshu could shove his bony beak right up his bony ass. He was not fucking with your engagement, or your life.
Seeing your distress, Marc reached for your shoulders. "Jake saved your life last week," he explained. "Someone was following you home from work."
"He...what?" You gasped. "Who? Jake told you this?"
"Don't know who," Marc replied, his jaw clenching in fury at the thought of anyone even noticing you, let alone trying to stalk you. And to think he had no idea - no inkling that you were in danger... it was unbearable. "Doesn't matter. He's gone now. I just can't believe I let that happen to you and I didn't even realize..."
Releasing you, he paced a few steps away, and back again. Back and forth, punishing himself. For not perceiving that danger still followed him around - followed you. For not being the one to save you. For not recognizing someone else was in his mind, in their body. For being the absolute most useless and pointless of his alters. For all these things compiling and making him want to drown it all at the bottom of a bottle. For being a worthless alcoholic. For being like her...
Marc was the walking embodiment of the phrase, 'that escalated quickly...'
You knew it was bad once he stopped pacing and dug the heels of his hands into his forehead. Steven would probably be joining you momentarily. Or maybe Jake.
"Marc?" You softly called, gently reaching for his wrists to stop him hitting himself in the head. You didn't pull or try to halt his motion, you simply allowed your fingers to circle his wrists. As soon as he realized that his banging motion was jerking your arms too, he stopped, allowing you to hold onto his wrists, rubbing your thumbs carefully over his skin.
"There you are," you soothed, granting him the most gentle smile and pulling his hands down to his chest. "I think you kept this conversation going without me. Probably started telling yourself a whole lot of bullshit...does that sound about right?"
Sometimes you would undercut the most dramatic of his meltdowns with deceptively gentle sarcasm. It always seemed to disarm Marc - your comments showed him your tenderheartedness rather than your slight teasing feeling like mockery. You truly had a gift for it.
You didn't wait for his verbal answer. His silence was compliance. You kept hold of his wrists, there against his chest, and tried to fill in the blanks.
"I'm guessing you're blaming yourself for not knowing everything that's ever going to happen, for not predicting the future, for not knowing every corner of your mind, and for being afflicted with an addiction. Am I close?"
His jaw clenched, this time in anguish, rather than fury.
"You don't...you don't have to do this," he choked, avoiding your gaze. "You shouldn't have to do this."
"Like I hell I shouldn't," you shot back. "I marrying you in 52 days. And on that day, I'm going to vow to love you for better or for worse, in sickness and in health - you know the rest. This is exactly what I should be doing."
"I'm sorry," he brokenly whispered. "I'm sorry I'm like this. I hate it. I hate..."
"What are you like, sweetheart? How is it that you think you should be?"
Marc shook his head, his eyebrows pinched with worry. "I-I don't even have a job or go to school, or always make you smile or feel better, like Steven. I can't even protect you, like Jake. I have nothing to give you. I can't think of one reason to even--"
"Don't you dare," you warned. "Don't you dare compare yourself to them - they are a part of you." Releasing a shaky sigh, you realized then how bad things must have gotten for Marc before he ever even picked up a bottle.
This was deeper than one encounter with Khonshu. He was calling his whole self-worth into question, comparing himself to Steven and now Jake. He hadn't failed you. Maybe you had failed him.
"Look, I don't claim to be any kind of an expert on addiction or DID or marriage," you explained to him. "I only know what I know. When Jake saved my life, you were there. You are a part of him. And-and Steven - his amazing mind is your mind too. This addiction you have - they all have it! I understand you are distinct people, and I respect that. And I don't pretend to know what you're going through or what it feels like to be you, but baby..."
Squeezing his hands, you peered up at him pleadingly. "You were my first love. I knew you first. I loved you first. You are the reason I'm here. And Steven. And Jake. We all love you, Marc and we need you. We're with you. Who else is going to help Steven remember to do his homework? Or make my coffee the way I like it? Or fix the sink every time it leaks?
"Who is going to make me feel like the most special person in the world, make me laugh, make me the best toast for breakfast--"
"Uh, that would be Steven," Marc admitted, his voice softening. "Steven does those things for you."
Thinking back through what you'd just said, you nodded. "True. He does make better toast than you but his coffee-making skills are shit."
Marc cracked a smile. Just a tiny one.
"And you do make me laugh. And make me feel special. Why do you think Steven is the only one who does that?"
"Because...I don't know, because he's so good at it," Marc shrugged, calming down a little more. Your candor was somehow soothing because he never had to wonder where he stood with you.
"Baby, where do you think he gets that from?" You stared at him pointedly, waiting for him to get it. "How many years did you try to protect him, to keep him safe?"
"Yeah, but I fucked that up too," he argued. "He was pissed when he found out about me, remember I told you that."
"Only a first," you reminded him. "But since then, you're literally his best friend. You keep him grounded. And I know it's true for Jake too. You're his moral center."
"Really," Marc scoffed, "then he's fucked."
You rolled your eyes. "You are. From what little I know of Jake, he doesn't seem all that bothered by violence... by doing whatever he feels he needs to do, for you or for Khonshu. Don't you see?"
Marc shook his head.
"When you have to use violence, you hate it, because it was used on you. You've agonized over the lives you've taken, because you value life. What is more morally centered than that?"
Finally releasing your hands, Marc rubbed his face with a long sigh. "I told myself I wasn't going to do this to you. That I was just going to go to a meeting and talk to you after. But...but I thought if I left to go to a meeting that I might stop by the store and there would be a drink, you know, just waiting..."
His hands found their way back to his hips. "What do I do?" He gazed at you as if everything in the world hanged on your answer.
"This," you said confidently. "You take a beat...take a breath, talk to me. Exactly this, baby. Everything you need to be doing, you are doing right now: admitting you're tempted to drink, stopping and thinking first, going to meetings..."
You counted his victories off on your fingers, "Using your support systems, being honest about your feelings, even the really fucking hard ones. This is exactly what you do, Marc. You are literally my hero."
Completely taken aback, his lip trembled. "W-what? No...I-I'm not."
Folding your arms over your chest, you narrowed your eyes, waiting a beat.
"You're not? Shit. I must have been thinking of someone else then." Cracking a grin, you inched toward him slowly. "You're so damn stubborn, Marc Spector, but you have met your match. Game fucking on."
Reaching for his wrists, still planted defiantly on his hips, you pulled his hands into yours. "Now, is there anything I can do to make you feel better today? I could walk you to your meeting? Or fix you some matzah ball soup? I've been practicinggg," you sang, a little playfully.
Sometimes acting like a dork really cheered up your grumpy fiancé. Maybe it would work.
"Please, god no," Marc laughed out, "it was more like matzah meal sludge. I think I could have built a sandcastle with it."
Giggling, you released his hands, sliding your arms around his torso. "Okay, fair enough. Maybe we'll do something else then."
"Yeah, like what?" He shot back, some of the tension finally draining out of his tense body as he wrapped his arms around your back.
"How about a massage?" You suggested. "You love it when I play with your hair. You could lie down on my lap, relax..."
"You're just trying to get my head between your legs, aren't you?" Marc chuckled, narrowing his eyes.
You smiled innocently up at him. "Always."
"Come on, it's freezing out here," he laughed, guiding you back toward the doorway with his arm around your shoulders.
"Still feel like a drink?" You asked, your candor never ceasing to amaze him.
"Only if you make me eat your matzah ball soup," he teased.
Just him joking was a good thing. And he probably would have you walk him to a meeting later in the day. One step at a time.
"You're really doing it, you know? I'm really proud of you," you sweetly affirmed as the two of you made your way back down to your flat.
"Thank you," Marc evenly answered, after a long silence. He hadn't really been sure how to reply until the two of you were back inside your living room. "For everything."
"One day at a time, my love. Today, you're doing it. You're doing everything right."
Wondering what he would ever do without you, Marc pulled you close, gently swaying with you in the silence of your flat. He had always felt so hard to love - his childhood had made sure of that. But you loved him hard.
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(College AU) Choi San x (f)Reader
Summary: Of course, they loved each other. He was obsessed with her. She, with him to some extent, but to recognise each other outside the four walls of their comfort was a 'no-no'. Perhaps because as much as they loved each other, who knew being academic rivals would be so problematic.
Genre: Hurt + Comfort
Rating: nc-17
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2.9K
Est. Read Time: 13 min
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"I'm so glad we're done with exams." He sighed, sitting down and rolling his shoudlers, before rubbing his neck and eying the food, then deciding to order another round.
"Mhmm... I was so glad to close all the tabs today. My laptop practically thanked me." Smiling, she leaned forward on her elbows, "Is this why we're having an expensive meal?"
Her words held no real malice, but an air of unease, she never liked how he'd casually spend like this, especially on her, she had done nothing to deserve this, and the constant reminder of how he'd always pay whenever it was pricey would nip at her self pride.
He paused to look at her before pouting, "No, I just wanted to treat my girl." Mumbling he moved the tray towards her, gesturing for her to start first, trying to ignore her lingering gaze, the eerie nostalgia setting in, he knew what she'd get like during exam season, extremely cynical and skeptical, to be honest he was no different- but they were finally free and perhaps he just wanted to enjoy a nice meal with her, no hidden intentions or ulterior motives, nothing to think about but each other.
"Then let's go dutch-"
"Not a chance." His abrupt words cut her off, for a split second his tone reverted back to the one she was used to, the tone he'd use back in the day, to snub her or out do her while answering, this tone was often accompanied by a scoff, the only gesture that would mildly indicate that this was but a fun little game, though she knew when the tone was all that would surface, he'd be serious, in no mood for negotiation. Fortunately, he had barely ever used it with her, often in times of forcing her to do something good for herself, like to rest or to eat, but she'd seen him use the same tone with a few people, who were once her friends, he didn't know she was there, standing behind the wall, listening to him call out her so called friends, people who'd just use her for her work, leeching off her academics, knowing she'd be too tired to even argue or say no, or even too guilty when one of them would bring up how smart she was and that made her arrogant- she heard him that day, the crisp morning air wasn't as cold as his words,
"Your incompetence is a curse you should bear on your own. Don't drag others down in that pitiful hole of yours, especially her."
That day she had lost an entire circle of friends, at a point she wondered if it was even worth it, wondered why he even said that when a class ago he had called her 'a silly little girl' for arguing about what a Freudian slip was when she was clearly wrong, now here he was defending her honour? On the same day he had come to her, sitting next to her in the library and slipping her a coupon, initially she had thought he was insulting her- a typical bourgeoisie move, only to realise it was a coupon for a couple's meal, noticing him side eying her to read her expressions. She had turned to him, pointing at the coupon, herself and then him, and as wordlessly as she had spoken, he too nodded, pointing at himself, her and then the coupon. Something had begun to blossom between the two that day, a relationship both were too afraid to talk about, perhaps because of their on going rivalry since the beginning of their academic year, or the way they'd ignore each other until one would bother the other, or perhaps the fear of being questioned by the lingering gazes around the hallways, the whispers the wind carried around the campus- wanting not to be part of the gust of wind, choosing to keep whatever this was hidden, a secret shared by just the two.
"I mean...I'd prefer you don't, I wanted to treat you," his argument coming out softer, as he nodded to the waiter who had entered the private section after knocking, to place another tray in front of them, "Just us and a nice meal...I haven't spent enough time with you....that's why." Clearing his throat , he avoided the way she studied him, eyes scanning each feature, every gesture, every breath he'd take, to be able to study his next more, to prepare herself. Truth be told he hated it when she'd do that, this was the first thing that irked him about her, and although he had always been gentle natured, this trait of hers would always have his ulterior ego surface, ready to claw her. It took him some time to realise that was just the face she'd make while thinking, not only at him but everyone, including her exam sheet. That did not mean that being together made it any easy for him, in fact, now he'd feel small when she'd look at him like that, he'd feel as if his sincerity was being questioned, it made him dislike himself, was he not clear enough? Was the choice of words not point to point? Maybe his tone was ooff-
"Oh...well you're right, I guess I am to blame for that, I kind of mentally blocked you out." Mumbling sheepishly she reached across the table to hold his hand, her the tips of her fingers caressing the back of his hand, noting how he visibly relaxed, "In my defense there's this annoying guy in class who thinks he's so smart-"
"Thinks?" With a scoff he laced their fingers together, leaning closer to the table to eye her, his frown morphing into his signature dimpled smile at the sound of her laughter, before he continued, adding onto the playful banter, "Last time I checked this guy beat you in the Moral Philosophy 101 quiz and assignment."
Shrugging in response she grabbed the chopsticks with her free hand, "Beginners luck. Also consequentialism sucks, you're just a utilitarian at heart, that's why you got lucky." With that verdict she began eating, earning a cackle in return, the atmosphere around them calming down once more, allowing her to relax, much to his pleasure. He had begged her to go out with him last week too, claiming that they were left with just one exam so they could relax a bit, though she had threatened to block him if he kept pestering her, which is why he had stopped spam texting her.
However, finally tonight, now that they were free he had earned the right to become her Sannie again, to roll around on her bed, messing with the sheets while she would be scrolling on her phone trying to ignore how his antics were toppling off her plushies to the floor. He'd be able to whine and complain when she'd wake him up early because the 'cafeteria is serving Yaki Udon',
"Go, they let you sneak some to your dorm, sneak some here"
"It's...6 am...let's just eat something else."
"If I had the rich boy privellage, I'd go myself, but alas-"
"Are you really guilt tripping me for being rich?"
"No, my sweet nepo-baby I'm stating a mere fact."
"A nepo-baby would be a business major like his father, not a communication major-"
"And that's why you're my favourite boy, Sannie."
That day he got her four bowls of udon, even sneaking in the dessert Wooyoung had gotten for himself, and when asked he told Wooyoung he had eaten it, never mentioning her.
That was another issue, he had to keep his relationship a secret from his friends too, initially it was fun, the thrill and excitement would have him shivering with glee, but recently, after most of his friends now had a significant other whom they would publicly walk around with or show affection to, he had begun to wonder if she'd ever want that with him. Or were they just college sweethearts, soon to be forgotten, a bitter sweet memory plastered at the back of their minds, one to return to when times would get rough.
"What's wrong?"
Her question cutting off his thought process only for him to realise how he had just been staring at his food, while she was half way done. Clearing his throat he gave her a gentle smile, shaking his head before reaching for the soda, pouring both of them a glass. Maybe some other time, he'd ask her some other time, right now he could see how she was enjoying herself, he could see how comfortable she was with him, he had no real intentions of ruining the moment.
"Are you sure? You're making the same face you did, when you had to present last semester." Just like that he had lost all the love he had for her, no, he was dating a monster, a demon in the skin of an angel, the human embodiment of Godzilla. Eyes narrowing at her direction he scoffed, leaning back to take off his jacket, before responding with a taunt, "Says the person who forgot the meaning of utility while presenting".
With a gasp she placed her hand on her heart, staring at him in faux shock, "You fiend, that's because I'm a Kant girlie at heart."
"So...you don't think the ends justify the means?" He asked cautiously, though not of her feelings, but of the risk of his own fragile heart, too afraid to let it slip out of her grasp and shatter.
"The ends, never justify the means, Sannie." She smiled, staring at him only for it to drop when she noticed him frown at his plate, slowly nodding as he looked up at her, "Yeah...I guess..."
"What's...wrong, something has been bothering you since we came here." She sighed pushing her plate aside, watching him take out his buzzing phone, choosing to stare at the phone rather than him.
"Nothing."
His blunt response nipping at her insecurities, what did she do? Should she not have said that? Did she offend him? Was he going to leave her now? They were in their final year anyway, the time spent together was supposed to come to an end and as much as she wanted to cling onto the false hope of him somehow spending the rest of his life together with her, she knew that was but a wish, reality was far too bitter, far too grim, leaving the two to wonder when they'd become a distant memory.
"Okay."
There it was, his eyes flickered up to scan her face, that defeated look she'd hold when she'd give up, why would she never fight for him? Why didn't she pester him to finish his statement, why didn't she cling onto him, pulling him closer even though he knew he'd run to her at any given moment, he was only waiting for the signal, waiting for her to say the word. Maybe Wooyoung was right, this was just a fun arrangement for the two, a temporary one, which is why Hongjoong had asked him to confront her, but he didn't want to, yet, here he was by choosing to not confront her he had somehow made it worse.
Visibly flinching under his glare she averted her gaze, clearing her throat, playing with her fingers as she stared at her lap aimlessly, so what now?
"What about us?" His words a gentle whisper as he put his phone on the table beside his plate, hunching forward to get a better look at her face, "Does our end justify our means?"
Her head snapped up in his direction, the burning sensation of the flood of tears at the brink of falling, she could feel the fat droplets clinging to her lower lashes, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to compose herself, "Which end...Sannie, the one where we say goodbye?"
His frown only deepened at her question, taking in her shaking form, pinching himself as he tried ro remain rooted to his spot. Seonghwa had told him to listen to her, to comfort and console her because women need time to process and cope, especially someone like her, but then Hongjoong's persistent 'What if she really is with you for the ride', kept bothering him, what if he were right, but at the back of his mind, this little voice was yelling at him, telling him how that was not true, how he'd seen her take care of him, how he'd felt her love for him; from when she'd slip in her extra notes in his bag for him to study to when she'd slip in a few packets of mint oreo in his bag as a treat. He knew they were more than just a fling, or at least he would like to believe that.
"Do you ... want us to?" His words as soft as the first time he had confessed to her, making her feel even more nauseous than before, though with a gulp she held it back before shaking her head and mumbling a, "No...do you?"
Shaking his head, much like her he sighed before staring aimlessly at her, "Then...why won't you fight for me?" This was less of a question, but more of a whine, a plea, one that had her finally snap.
Her sniff having him focus on her, watching her bring up her hands to cover her face, as she hunched over, making sure he couldn't see her cry, a trait that bothered him, he'd barely ever see her breakdown, even during the stressful exam season, she'd lock herself in the washroom and let it out, while he'd either wait outside the washroom (if he was lucky enough for her to let him into her dormroom) or like most exam seasons he'd be at his own dorm, trying to call her or text her.
"Why can't our end be happy?" He mumbled, finally choosing to get up and walk around the table and to her, glad he had reserved a closed off private section. Sighing he reached for her, gently gripping her wrists as he pulled her hands off her face, ignoring her whines and protest, "Tell me, why do you think we can't have a happy end?" Pulling her up to wrap his arms around her, letting her fist his shirt, soaking it with her tears, sobbing out a, "Because our means of doing so aren't good."
Pulling her back he stared at her, gripping her shoulders, "What do you mean? Do you not want to keep it a secret anymore?"
"I never wanted to keep it a secret, at least I dont want to anymore." She mumbled trying to hide in his embrace once more but he pulled her back again, much to her disappointment as he tried to read her, "I just thought...your image and...I...maybe you didn't want to tell anyone."
By now he had sat her back down leaning against the table as he looked at her, holding onto her hand, his thumbs caressing the back of her hand, listening to her, raising his eyebrows, "No..." he sighed before gently smiling at her, "I've been dropping hints for a while now. My last hint was what led the guys to pick up on the fact that we are together."
So his friends knew?
"Do they think I'm weird?" She whispered, trying to pull away her hand but he held onto her tighter, shaking his head and letting out a laugh, "If anything they thought I tricked you into dating me...Wooyoung didn't even believe me until he saw our pictures." He smiled at her, the memory of his friends accusing him for lying, making it even funnier, "Yeosang said he could tell you're into dumb guys."
"Well, you are dumb. There's no doubt about that." She mumbled, standing up and moving closer, so she was standing between his legs. Cupping his face, she smiled when he glared at her. The eerie sensation that was once slithering in her veins long gone, "I don't remember a single hint, though."
"How?" He whined, pouting at her, leaning into her touch, closing his eyes as he basked in the attention, the same attention he knew he would recieve publically from now on, there would be nothing holding them back, not her toxic friends, those who stared or whispered, in fact his friends would just support them, perhaps she needed such a support system too, would be good for her, "Yesterday after the exam I called you out, I said see you tomorrow babe."
"Thought that was a Freudian slip."
"Oh, so now you know what a Freudian slip is?" His eyes snapped open, brows furrowing at her smug expression, hissing when she squeezed his cheeks together, only to pull back when he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight until she was wheezing out apologies. Giving him a proper hug once he eased down on her, she sighed, pressing her forehead against his,"I really do like you, Sannie."
"I like you too." He smiled, feeling her brush her lips against his, whispering against her lips, only his next statement had him feeling her stiffen and possibly struggle against him but he held her tight, not wanting to be smacked, "They updated the marksheet, I scored higher than you in Moral Philosophy....again...sorry babe." Followed by his boisterous laughter and her whining to let him go, greatly ruining the moment.
A/N: I had to get this out of my system okay- my exams just finished. The next update ya'll will see will be of Meow Chapter 4
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Would you love me if I were a worm?
Rengoku Kyojuro x GN! Reader
He survived but at what cost?
Tags: fluff, slight angst, Kyojuro survives Mugen train AU
Word count: 0,6k
Masterlist | Rebuilding the ruins of castle Me masterlist
AN: Written as a Christmas gift for dear @glitchtricks94 - Merry Christmas!
I contemplated renaming it Kintsugi (hence the header) but I like this title more.
“Uma- ouch-” Kyojuro forgot, for the nth time, that he was still recovering from having a hole in his abdomen; shouting was a long way away from happening for him yet. Instead of ‘admitting defeat’, he whispered a strained “Umai…” before taking another dango into his mouth, chewing and enjoying the taste as he tried to focus on the sweetness of the treat rather than the bitterness of his wound.
It was a peaceful afternoon, the sun shone brightly, and the boys were training in his backyard while he enjoyed tea and a snack you had made for him.
You, his love…
All throughout your relationship, you had asked him, half joking, if he would love you were you to become a worm. The question greatly confused him every time, even stunned him speechless the first, but he had always answered a resolute yes.
What he failed to do was ask you the same.
Even so, each day he woke up now, feeling like a worm, a useless bug, and each day you took care of him - you built your home to suit his needs, helped him bathe, cooked for him, entertained him - when he had nothing to give you back. He had become someone you didn’t ask for, someone you didn’t ‘sign up’ to love.
Kyojuro had never asked the question, but your response was an infallible yes - all the more, you showed it, your actions proved it.
He had never fallen so deep for someone in his life, being near you made him happy, though there was always a lingering inner torment fraying him at the edges…
Underneath his carefully crafted facade, you knew he wasn’t fine. Kyojuro survived, at a great cost - an eye, and his career, his youth, his strength.
He used to smile even in his sleep; the usually peaceful expression had been replaced by a frown or a frighteningly borderline angry expression. He also couldn’t spoon you, not yet, which agonized him more than he could admit. He missed cuddling you, you could see that every time you went to bed.
You were aware he was always in pain, though he said nothing, so you quietly placed painkillers alongside his tea and dango today. Kyojuro couldn’t be more grateful you were in his life.
“The dango is delicious, my love,” he whispered to you as you finally sat down beside him. Tanjiro’s soft laughter echoed in the yard, Zenitsu’s crying and Inosuke’s howling a complementary melody adding to the usual chaos of your home. Something like peace settled in his chest.
“I’m glad. Don’t forget to drink the tea, it’s already cold.” You smiled at him as he reached for his cup. Kyojuro seemed to do so absent-mindedly, it was kind of endearing to see him trust you so much he gave no thought to your instructions.
Wooden clack clack became a distant rhythm while you both soaked in the warmth of the sun - the very same one which signaled the end of his last dance with the devil.
Become a demon, Kyojuro.
His scars throbbed in dull pain, his teeth clenched, an irrational panic set in, and he could not help but seek out everyone around him with his eye to make sure-
The boys were at it again, a goofy ball of energy rolling all over the training space, sweat making dirt stick to their skin. Tanjiro, alive. Zenitsu, alive. Inosuke, alive.
And you-
You were looking at him calmly; his feelings wild, all over the place but then Kyojuro looked in your eyes. He saw everything he thought he had lost, he felt as if you two were the only ones in your home.
Would you love him if he were a worm?
Yes. Yes, you do.
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Probably will become a 3-parter, 2nd part coming on 24th December
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Shadows Entwined: Part 3
BatmanVsTmnt!Leonardo x sidekick!reader
Part 1 Part 2 / Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Bonus (18+)
In which Leonardo and (H/N) meet again.
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A/N: Just a friendly reminder, that the Robin in Batman Vs TMNT is Damian Wayne. The son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul. Aka, Ra’s al Ghul’s grandson. That little dude is trained to kill.
Warnings: Spelling, talk of breaking bones, only slight research on Damian Wayne, long af today.
The reader and the turtles are 19.
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When Donnie said he had an idea, Leonardo didn’t expect to involve an underwater cave network that Gotham City somehow had been hiding. Michelangelo was right, this city was bonkers, in more was than Leo ever had imagined.
Leo, Mikey and Raph followed Donnie through the never ending cave system, before finally breaking the water surface, in a lit tunnel. Leo’s first thought was wondering if Batman and his sidekick ever made use of these tunnels. How often did she wonder about these waters, if ever? It was a strange thought and Leo knew it, but somehow, everything he had seen along the way, had reminded him of her.
“Look”, Raph spoke up, breaking the silence and thoughts running through Leo’s head. “I love being an amphibian as much as the next guy-”.
“Amphibious”, Donnie corrected. “We’re still reptiles”.
“Yeah, thanks for that, but you sure this cave leads anywhere?”
“Glad you asked! I am sure actually”, Donnie started explaining. “I made a database of every reported Batman sighting, and ran them through an algorithm that-”.
“Donnie”. Leo placed a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder. "Nobody cares. Where are you taking us?” Leo tried to sound, well, at least a little happy, even though a little bundle of something was building up inside of him. Nervousness? Anxiety? Couldn’t be. Why would he be nervous or anxious?
“The answer should be right through…” Donnie turned and continued in the direction they had been walking in, only to be met by a big opening in the caves. To say that what they discovered was shocking, would be an understatement. A big open cave with what looked like a taxidermy dinosaur, several glass display cases with Batman costumes, and a giant coin among other things.
“Ta-da!”, Donnie stated with his arms out. “The… Bat… Man… Cave… Huh?”
“This is pretty cool”, Leo admitted. Why did he feel so small all of sudden?
“Pretty cool?!” Mikey already looked like a child that had had too much sugar. “This is amazing! I don’t know what to put my grabby paws on first!”
As Mikey started running around, screaming like a child, Leo casted a glance around the cave. All he was Batman but no… her. Not her in person, nor anything that indicated you spend time here. Was it wrong that Leo had kind of hoped you’d be there? That when he and his brothers emerged from the water, you would be there, ready for another round? It was because he wanted to beat you. Or that was at least what he told himself. It wasn’t in line with how he saw himself, but he would much rather admit to wanting revenge, so he didn’t have to admit to anything else. Like how he hoped you would comment his eyes again. Not that he would admit it, but the thought of you being that close to him again, made tingles erupt in his stomach.
For a second Leo was scared that he was the one that began to chur at the thought of you, only to realize it was Donatello, who had gotten his eyes on a big computer.
“I don’t see any sign that the Shredder, nor the Foot Clan have been here”, Leo said, desperately trying to distract himself from the thought of you.
“Yeah. And I just see the signs of a dude with too much time and way too much money on his hands”, Raph said, looking skeptically at the Batman costumes.
“Most of these files are encrypted too heavily”, sounded Donnie’s voice from in front of the big computer. “But it looks to me like Batman has been tracking the laboratory break ins, like he’s been looking for the Foot’s next move! Same as us!”
“Hey guys! Check it out!” All three brothers turned, in fear of what Mikey had gotten himself into now. They found Mikey, sitting on top of the taxidermy t-rex, dressed in a Batman cape. “I’m Batman! And I’m riding a t-rex! I’ve never been so happy in my entire life!”
Leo’s first thought was to look around, slightly in fear of what you would think, if you found his little brother like that. “Mikey! Get down!”
“Nah man, I live up here now!”
“You should listen to him”.
Mikey turned to look at the source of this new voice, only to be met by a figure in the shadows right behind him. It was a boy. Not a very old one. Dressed in red, black, yellow and green, his eyes had a look that could kill. Yet Mikey didn’t find the child threatening in any way. Instead he turned his head to the side and let out an audible, “aww!”
The young boy sprung at Mikey, causing the two of them to fall off the t-rex and land on the ground, with Mikey’s back against the stone. Mikey held the boy above him, trying his best to hold his small hands away from his face.
“Take that mask off! Now!”, the boy yelled through gritted teeth, while Mikey was struggling to keep the mask on.
“Help!”, Mikey yelled out. “A tiny dude is like, totally trying to kill me!”
All brothers rushed to help Mikey, as the young boy pulled the mask and cap off of Mikey before jumping back, greeting distance between the two. Leo cursed himself, as his first thoughts were; did you know this kid? Did he know you?
“What are you, like five?”, Donnie asked, taken aback by the young boy in front of him.
“How did you get in here?!”, the boy asked, before jumping over Donatello, taking his bow staff and hitting him in the back of his head with it.
Leo stepped forwards with his hands held up. “Hey little guy. We didn’t come here to fight”. But Leo should have known better. Just like you, this little guy knew when to take advantage of an opening. Using Donatello’s bow staff, he hit the side of both of Leo’s knees, making them crack in a horrible way. “Jes!”, Leo yelled out, falling to the ground. At least you didn’t try to break his legs. Leo would much rather have fought against you, and not this little demon of a child.
All four of the turtle brothers were taken aback by the boy's fighting skills. Leo’s knees were aching, Donnie’s head was hurting, and Raph’s arms would soon form black marks. And the fight hadn't even been five minutes. It ended when Mikey yelled “sneak attack”, before tackling the boy, causing them to tumble around, ending with Mikey on top of the boy, retracted into his shell. The boy screamed all sorts of things out of anger, including how he would have their heads. Leo found the scene strange, just like all the other things he had seen in Gotham. Yet, there was something strangely wholesome about it. Almost domestic. A young boy being sat upon, by what felt like a teasing older brother.
Leo almost had to shake those thoughts out of his head. This wasn’t wholesome nor domestic. They were in Batman’s home (Leo wouldn’t point fingers. He and his family called the sewers home), and this little gremlin might have known something they didn’t.
“Let’s just try and reason with him, before-”. The sound of a car engine cut Leo off mid sentence. “...that”. He already had a suspicion of who it might be.
The Batmobil drove into the cave at full speed, before Batman jumped out of it, landing in front of them with this strong stare, followed by you and Batgirl. Leo had not expected his stomach to jump at the sight of you. Neither had you expected the sight of the blue turtle to make your stomach drop. Maybe it was the conversation with Batman and Batgirl, that now caused the fast heartbeat in your chest, at the sight of the turtle. Or maybe it was the sight of one of them sitting on your little brother, that caused you to clench your fists.
“Get off Robin”. He narrowed his eyes. “Now!”
The orange turtle got off of your brother, and turned to try and help him. Robin, as proud as he was sometimes, refused the turtle’s help, pulling his arm away.
“How did you get into this cave?” You unclenched your fist at the sound of Batman’s voice. Most people would find his tone scary, fearing the angry outburst that would never come. But to you and your bat family, it was a comfort. Batman cared about you, Robin, Batgirl and all of those that came before, and that meant he was willing to protect all of you from any danger. Especially strange turtles that have made it into the Batcave.
Leo took notice of your unclenching fists, and your position just behind. Covered enough to be protected, yet open enough to jump in if needed. Robin, found his place beside Batman, close enough for you to put a protective hand on his shoulder. That weird domestic picture formed in Leo’s head once more.
“Oh, well”, Donnie started. “There weren’t many security measures in the northern tunnel. We had to swim for a bit, but…” Donnie stopped as Batman frowned his brows. “I’m realizing you actually don’t want constructive criticism right now”, Donnie said, slowly pulling his head back into his shell.
“What I want are answers”, Batman said, eyes unmoving as he stared the turtles down.
“Look”. Leo stepped forward, causing you to tighten your grip on Robin’s shoulder, just a bit. But it was enough for Robin to notice, making him shoot you a questioning glare. “We’re not here to fight. My name is Leonardo”. Your grip softened on Robin’s shoulder, causing him to look at you in even more confusion. He knew you were a more expressive type than he and his father, and the sight of four mutant turtles in the Batcave might have shocked you, but so many reactions at once were not common. Not even for you.
Leonardo continued. “These are my brothers. Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo”. The orange turtle started waving at the mention of his name.
“Seriously?”, Batgirl asked, showing more amusement than the rest of the bat family.
“Our father was really into renaissance painters”, Donatello clarified.
“And he’s a rat!”, Michelangelo added.
Robin turned his head towards you. “Did… Did he just say a rat?”, he asked in a hushed tone.
“He did”, you nodded.
Leonardo had to breathe for a moment, after hearing your voice, before continuing. “We’re not your enemy. We came to stop Shredder and the Footclan. Honestly, we thought you might be Shredder’s new partner”.
Robin turned to you once more. “Foot?” You shrugged.
“Shredder”, Batman repeated. “So that’s his name... I’ve heard of a Footclan, but I thought they went extinct ages ago”.
“They’re ninja”, Raphael said. “You know, sneaky”. He moved his hands up in front of his face, as if he was hiding behind them.
“Sooooo…”. Robin moved from your protective hand and straight to the side of Batman. “Are we not going to beat up these green losers?”
Batman looked down towards his son. “It’s not looking like it, no”.
Robin sighed out loud, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. Leo saw as you crossed your arms, and moved all your weight to your left leg, coming ever so slightly out from Batman’s protection.
“Then I may as well tell you that I know exactly who the Shredder and the Foot are working with”, your brother said, letting the small anger building inside of him overshadow his slight disappointment. And when you heard him say the name of his grandfather, you very well understood that anger.
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“They are strange”, Robin told you, watching as Batman and Batgirl was talking to the turtles.
“They are indeed strange”, you agreed, fidgeting with whatever gadget you had in your hand, fighting the urge to look up. Because if you looked up, you would look at him. And if you looked at him, he would notice. And if he would notice, then so would Batman, and so would Robin, and Batgirl, and all of Leonardo’s brothers… Better just to focus on… what it was you had in your hand…
“I tried to break the blue one’s legs with the purple’s bow staff”, Robin said, his eyes shining proud. You finally dared to look in the direction of Leonardo, focusing on his legs. You couldn’t see any signs of injury.
“You should have aimed for the knee caps”, you told him, eyes still on the knees of the turtles.
“I did!”, Robin exclaimed, laying flat against the table. “And he did fall! But they didn’t break!”
You took a chance and looked at Leonardo’s face, studying for any signs of discomfort. None. None at all.
That should have been it. You should have looked away, so you could concentrate on that thing you had in your hand. But you didn’t. Your eyes stayed on Leonardo’s face. He was listening to something Batman told him. Most likely information about Ra's al Ghul. He looked very concentrated, with his brows frowning and his arms crossed. You noted that he was almost as stoic as Batman. You haven’t seen him smile a single time. No smiles when he fought the Penguin, no smiles in the alley, and no smiles in the Batcave. The only time you had seen him other than frowning, was when you told him he had pretty eyes.
Robin noticed your sudden silence, and looked at you in confusion. His sister never left him unanswered. She would never let an opportunity to tease him fly. But then he noticed how you had stopped fumbling with your glove, and now sat staring. Confused he looked from you, to what your eyes had been caught by.
Leonardo?
Robin looked back and forth a few times, before it finally clicked for him. He slammed his hand flat against the table, causing you to yelp and stare at your shocked little brother.
“Are you crushing on a turtle?!”
You slapped your hand against his mouth so fast, that the young Robin could only scream and fight. Confused by the sudden commotion, all of them turned to look at you.
“What did he say?”, Mikey asked, obviously intreacted
“Uh”, you said in a slight panic, trying to hold Robin still as he was lashing out against you. “He asked where Alfred was! He’s so hungry he could eat a turtle!” Batman started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
You were going to beat Damian so hard the moment Bruce looked away!
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Spoilers for Network Effect (5th book of the Murderbot diaries)
Murderbot is honestly so cathartic to read, as it provides and explores the things and topics so many other sci-fi promised to but embarrassingly failed to deliver. Main character not striving to be human nor being determined to destroy humanity, but in fact being grossed out by the concept, is already such an amusingly unpopular approach it really feels like a breath of fresh air. Murderbot not "falling in love", but being so devoted to its Transport friend to the point of being ready, and insisting on being used as a part of the malware to help it get back something that is really important to it? You're kidding me, this is so cool. And in general, the infiltration in Network Effect, the way it goes through becoming basically non-physical entity. FINALLY, oh my god, YES, finally I see someone utilising non-human characters in the narrative in a way that actually takes into consideration their nature and uses the insane potential of it. Already the fact that processing multiple inputs at the same time is consistent part of the narrative that is used a lot and isn't forgotten about. I'm just so glad that I finally found media that is about entities that are partly or entirely digital that ISN'T some kind of fear mongering story about humanity with the insistence on making it into some kind of moral lecture, like it's so fucking difficult to find an example of sci-fi around this topic that wouldn't fucking try to do that. Murderbot is ironically being better at being a caricature too though, by actually focusing on a story and using critique of the capitalism to be a part of a world-building rather than focusing it into a one single place, single Corporation of Evil™ or something like that. No, it's everywhere and it's casual. So casual, in fact, that you can recognise it as something that really much exists today, and not just in an abstract future.
I love this book series. It's finally a sci-fi written by a person who genuenly loves the topic of non-human characters and grants them freedom to be what they actually are, and isn't just using them as some strawman argument in some completely unoriginal tropes and ways that were done too many times with little to no diversity.
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Happy 28th! Here is my January 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!
It's Fine To Fake It 'Til You Make It ('Til It's True) by sunflouwerhabit / @sunflouwerhabit (150k)
Harry Styles @HarryStyles_KE
hi again! so, i wanted to apologize one more time for the whole “helogogjs good gksdjid” thing, and also say that i didn’t just accidentally open your DM’s when i wasn’t paying attention earlier. i sort of had a question about a tweet you posted yesterday? like. the whole “rent a boyfriend” thing? is that something you were serious about? and if so, how does one come to hire you to be their boyfriend? i’m, um, asking for a friend
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Harry dreads an impending visit to his hometown, where he’ll be forced to reunite with a newly engaged ex-boyfriend, a childhood best friend turned near stranger, and a family who never understood just how desperately he needed to leave.
In the midst of it all, a ludicrous Twitter proposition brings him to Louis.
(Almost) Exes-to-Lovers (Series) by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense (93k)
Been Waitin' (After Weekend After Weekend After) (3k)
Louis and Harry meet at a laundromat.
Part 1 of (Almost) Exes-to-Lovers
When the Trouble Comes (89k)
The Queens Trafficking case is the biggest one of Louis’ FBI career so far; eleven reported missing girls all disappeared under a similar set of circumstances. Louis has done everything he can to try and solve this case over the last nine months… while also absolutely ruining his marriage.
Harry has been co-host of Banter at Breakfast for five years, and finally has the opportunity to create his own radio show with the network. Unfortunately, it comes at a time where Harry’s thoughts are consumed with his impending divorce from his (caring, loving, infuriatingly thoughtful) husband of eight years.
Harry and Louis have both been willing to lose themselves in their work… but are they willing to lose each other?
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Or a story of (almost) exes-to-lovers.
Part 2 of (Almost) Exes-to-Lovers
And Down the Long and Silent Street by whimsicule (86k)
The year is 1881 and if you’re alone in this world you might as well be dead, because starving dogs have no mercy.
Or: Wherein Louis and Harry are on the opposite ends of the social ladder, but their paths still cross on the filthy streets Louis calls his home. The odds are staked against them from the beginning, and even more when Louis' past finally catches up with him.
Baby Steal My Heart Away by Snowy38 (61k)
Louis headed into the hall, seeing the Moses basket right away.
"Wah-wah-wahhh!"
Was that...
Fuck.
It was. It was a baby! A loudly crying, clearly unhappy-actually properly distressed baby. It was already red in the face and--
Why was there a baby?
He looked up and around, palm flattening to his forehead to push his scruffy hair away from his clammy skin, checking he wasn't being punked.
Light Me Up, Put Me on Top by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry (24k)
Harry takes Louis back to Northern Europe to experience his first Nordic Christmas in their beloved cabin, surrounded by nothing but peace and snow. So much snow.
Short "spin-off" to 'Love is a word, you gave it a name' universe. Takes place after the second part of the main story, but before the final epilogue.
Part 3 of love is a word, you gave it a name
No One Like You by myownspark (19k)
Dear Niall,
I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.
Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.
Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.
Are you up for a trip to France?
Sincerely,
Liam Payne
Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.
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you told me that you love me, that’s not easy to do
character: todoroki touya | dabi
genre: smut with a hint of fluff and the tiniest sprinkle of angst
notes: aaaah okay!!! this has been a highly requested piece ever since i first posted my touya-nii series, and i am so glad to finally be sharing it with you!!! set in my touya-nii AU in november of part one, please heed the warnings below and stay safe! | title credit: girls by lil peep
warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, dubcon, size kink/size difference, dacryphilia, inexperienced reader (but NOT a virgin), toxic relationship, dumbification/degradation, fingering, minimal prep, multiple orgasms, rough sex, praise, painful sex, a hint of blood, slight mindbreak
words: 7.7k
synopsis:
“Make it up to you?” your head tilts, tear-clumped lashes sticking together as you blink twice, curious.
“Of course,” he smirks, and that malicious glint is back in his eyes, dyed with excitement. “I was gonna wait, you know, for the right time, or whatever, but since you’re not actually a virgin…”
“The right time?” you question, a hopeful, hesitant little smile crawling across your lips. “Were you…Were you planning something special?”
Touya rolls his eyes—something he sometimes does when he doesn’t want to meet your stare, you’ve come to learn—a hand scrubbing at the back of his neck, his words mumbled out and slightly defensive. “Well, yeah, I wasn’t just gonna steal your first time like some asshole. I was gonna try and make it—well, you know—” he flounders slightly, molars grinding together as he uncharacteristically searches for the right words.
“Niichan—”
“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he’s saying dismissively as he wraps a large hand around your wrist. “Because you aren’t, which means I’ve been waiting for nothing, and I’m not going to wait another second longer.”
“Niichan,” you whine a little, eyes shutting as you burrow into his shoulder, the Halloween theme song murmuring quietly to itself as it seeps through the basement, Michael Myers busy stalking his first victim of the film. “Do we have to watch this?”
“Yes, we have to watch this,” he retorts, mocking as nimble fingers dig into your ribs, eliciting a squeal from your throat. “Classic slasher horror is my favourite.”
“Yeah, but…” you trail off, lips set in a deep pout. “But it’s like, almost the middle of November. Shouldn’t the networks be playing like, Christmas movies now?”
“I’m sure they are,” Touya says nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder. “But not on this channel. Besides,” his voice drops an octave, lips murmuring against your temple, the word caressing your ear. “I just love watching you squirm.”
“Niichan!” you cry as his teeth sink into your shoulder, a dark little chuckle vibrating against you, seeping through your skin. “Stop!”
Your voice, pitched high, is infused with giggles, wiggling in his lap as you halfheartedly attempt to free yourself.
“Hey, look,” he says suddenly, chin hooked over your shoulder as he forcefully redirects your gaze to the television, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin. “These guys are about to die.”
“Touya-nii,” you whimper, head jerking a little in his grasp.
“No, no, look! Did you know that everyone who has sex in slasher films always die?”
“Duh,” you roll your eyes, Randy’s monologue from Scream echoing through your mind—another film that Touya had forced you to watch with him and one you had, begrudgingly, enjoyed, even if it was only because Billy reminds you of your big brother.
“God,” he breathes, face nuzzling against your neck, nosing up the curve enticingly. “I can’t wait to take your virginity.”
The words ring high and tinny in your ears, blood draining from your face as your expression thaws into true horror, steeped in panic and alarm, body gone stiff and still in his arms.
“Don’t worry,” he laughs, squeezing you to his chest. “I’ll be gentle, okay? Promise.”
“No, I—That’s not it,” you whisper, words trembling. “I—Niichan,” you stop, head shaking a little, eyes shutting firmly as you force the confession from your tongue. “I’m not a virgin.”
“What?” he pulls back from you, large hands wrapped around your biceps, tightening as he forces you to face him. He laughs a bit—a sharp, mean, incredulous little thing, as if he doesn’t believe a word flowing out of your mouth. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, baby.”
Thorns of terror run through your veins, sprouting chills across your flesh, breath exhaled in short little puffs through parted lips as your head shakes harder, almost frantic in its movements.
“No, niichan, I swear I—I’m not lying—I’d never lie to you.”
The smile on Touya’s face, stretched wide with warning and tinged with a sick sort of amusement, slowly dissipates as sapphire searches your face.
His eyes narrow into slits and he leans back a little, as if he has to look at the whole picture, regarding you with hyper-vigilant apprehension, the fingers on your arms flexing, digging into your muscles.
You stare back at him with wide, honest eyes, ready to bear your whole heart and soul to him—whatever he wants, anytime, always—breath evaporating to ghosts in your throat as you wait.
You know you have nothing to be worried about. You know that Touya can already read you like you’re his favourite storybook, inside out, backwards, can tell your true thoughts and emotions from your expressions alone, can decipher any falsities staining your features with a singular look, a feat he’s been able to achieve in the mere two months he’s known you.
His ability to interpret you so perfectly, to take you and unravel you, unknotting all of your countenances and intonations and getting to your core using one tool in one motion should frighten you.
But it doesn’t.
Finally, he finishes his assessment with one slow nod of his head, gaze performing one last sweep across your face—a precaution of sorts, to ensure he hasn’t missed anything as you begin to relax in his arms—but his features stay wound tight in anger: eyebrows drawn, squint sharp, corners of his mouth pulled down in a small, taut, tense frown.
He pulls you to his chest then, gathers you up between his palms and squeezes you close despite the barely contained fury vibrating in his expression, his jaw methodically clenching and unclenching against your temple as his mind shuffles through his thoughts, determining which should be spoken and in what order they should be voiced.
With calm and even breath, he fires off question after question, each inquiry a razor slicing through the dense atmosphere: Who was it? How was it? When did it happen? Where did it happen? How many times did it happen?
And with each answer that slips from your lips (some frat guy; not good—he didn’t even make you cum; during the summer before you moved in with your niichan; at some beach house; twice), he tugs you tighter to his body, fingers pressing superficial bruises into your flesh as they knead—small oval prints of lilac that’ll fade in an hours time, small marks of ownership that never last as long as he wishes they would.
Your words tremble with sincerity as you respond readily to each and every one of his questions, dutiful as always, fat tears glittering with pure veracity steadily streaming down your face, leaving the prettiest trails of authenticity gleaming on your cheeks.
And yet, despite his actions, his voice is fuming, steam rising off his words as he spits them from his lips, half-stifled sobs stuttering your own answers in return, but you persevere nonetheless.
Eventually, after his curiosity has been sated and there’s nothing else to investigate, he falls silent, but you can still feel it, the anger wavering in the air around him, cracking like flames of sapphire fire that lick at your skin, sending spikes of heat searing through your flesh.
“I’m sorry, niichan,” you nearly wail into his neck, face smushed against his skin as hot tears leak from your eyes, harsh sniffles shuddering through your body. “I—I—I didn’t know; I wouldn’t have—”
Your regret seems to douse the flames, suffocating them to mere cinders as his rigid form relaxes against your own, arms firm around you as he rocks you slightly.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, endearment oozing with sugary condescension. “I know, baby, I know. I know you would’ve waited for niichan, saved it for niichan, had you known.”
Pulling back, a calloused palm cups your cheek, rough thumb rhythmically stroking your salt-sticky skin.
“It’s not your fault, princess, and I’m not mad at you.”
A stunned hiccup catches in your throat and you blink rapidly, a futile attempt to void the bleariness vacillating in your vision. “You—You’re not?”
“Of course not,” he laughs a little, head titling and eyes shining with mirth, looking at you like you’re adorably stupid. “Silly little girl,” he murmurs, insult soaked in wicked admiration. “How could you have known? Hmm?”
Sputtering, you shake your head, more tears escaping from your eyes, dislodged by your rippling lashes as you choke on your words.
“I just—But you—You look so…so angry.”
“Oh, I am angry,” he responds, eyes turned to boiling concrete, framed by heavy brows. “Make no mistake; I’m fucking furious. Your virginity belonged to me, should’ve been mine, and I can’t believe it was wasted on some fucker who couldn’t even satisfy you properly. It’s laughable, it’s pathetic,” he spits. “But I’m not mad at you.”
“You—You promise, niichan?”
Staring at you, his features melt into something softer, something sweeter, something tinged with sincerity, and he kisses you—nothing more than a chaste peck that leaves you licking your lips with a desperate type of voracity, ravenous for more of his taste—sweet hickory and spicy marlboros vibrant on your skin.
“I promise, princess,” he murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Besides, now you’re going to make it up to me.”
“Make it up to you?” your head tilts, tear-clumped lashes sticking together as you blink twice, curious.
“Of course,” he smirks, and that malicious glint is back in his eyes, dyed with excitement. “I was gonna wait, you know, for the right time, or whatever, but since you’re not actually a virgin…”
“The right time?” you question, a hopeful, hesitant little smile crawling across your lips. “Were you…Were you planning something special?”
Touya rolls his eyes—something he sometimes does when he doesn’t want to meet your stare, you’ve come to learn—a hand scrubbing at the back of his neck, his words mumbled out and slightly defensive. “Well, yeah, I wasn’t just gonna steal your first time like some asshole. I was gonna try and make it—well, you know—” he flounders slightly, molars grinding together as he uncharacteristically searches for the right words.
“Niichan—”
“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he’s saying dismissively as he wraps a large hand around your wrist. “Because you aren’t, which means I’ve been waiting for nothing, and I’m not going to wait another second longer.”
“N-Now?” you squeak, eyes wide and body gone rigid.
“Yeah, why not?“ he shrugs, demeanour nonchalant, though there’s mischief glittering in his eyes.
“Our parents,” you whisper, as if they’ll be able to hear you from the living room above.
Touya laughs, shaking his head a little. “So?” he questions, grin only growing in response to your concern. “When has that ever stopped us before?”
You suppose he has a point.
With his fingers tightly laced through your own, he pulls you from the couch and towards the basement exit, and God, he’s so fucking gorgeous with that pure, genuine excitement saturating his features, sparkling in his smile and shimmering in his gaze.
It’s always such a treat to see him like this—an expression of authentic delight that you don’t experience incredibly often, though it’s beginning to creep into his daily features more and more; whenever you do something he deems cute, or whenever you say something dumb, something that makes him laugh or roll his eyes with a smirk, or whenever you’re as obedient as ever, pretty and perfect and good for him.
It’s a look you’ve never seen him give anyone or anything else, in any other situation—a softening of his edges—and that makes you feel special, important, influential.
Such a look knocks the breath from your chest, his own exhilarated joy seeping into your lungs, sinking into your heart and procuring a sweet little smile of your own, one the fights through the anxiety weighting your ribs and muffles the thoughts rattling around in your head.
But then you’re climbing the stairs to the main floor, and Touya’s murmuring to himself about how he’s dreamt of this so many times, and it all comes rushing back, trepidation turning to stone in your tissues.
It has Touya instantly looking back, having felt your hand go rock hard and stiff in his own, his brow furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
You can’t ever get anything past him; can’t ever hide a damn thing from him. It’s hopeless to even try.
“Touya-nii, I want to, you know, I want to so bad, but I—I’m scared,” you admit, pathetically shy, expression teetering on a wince, as if you’re expecting to be reprimanded for your feelings.
“Scared?” he questions, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. Taking your face gently between his rough palms, he cradles your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him. Sapphire sears into your eyes, so bright it’s nearly painful, but you’re unable to look away, even if you wanted to, captivated by his commanding essence. “What is there to be scared of, princess?”
And, oh, his voice is so sweet, so soft, a startling concern shining in his eyes as they sweep across yours. Your body begins to melt into his touch; giving over, giving in, giving up, instant putty for him to mold and meld as he sees fit.
“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby, I promise,” he continues, a calloused thumb running across your cheekbone. “You’ll be with niichan the whole time, okay? He’ll make sure you have a good time; it’s gonna feel better than it ever has before, trust me.”
And you do! You do trust him, but...
“But what if I’m—What if I’m not good at it?”
He laughs—just a short, tender thing, dripping with syrupy condescension. “I’m not expecting you to be good at it, baby,” he tells you in a murmur, that playful smile still twitching on his lips, notes of laughter still infused in his tone, as if you’re so adorable, so stupid.
But it makes you feel better nonetheless, Touya’s patronizing reassurance relieving your chest of the pressure that had begun to build.
“Okay,” you whisper, nodding a little, a dithering smile tugging at your lips.
“Okay,” he echoes quietly, eyes practically glowing as they gaze down at you for another moment, almost as if they’re looking for something. When they don’t find it, he gifts you a singular satisfied nod, turning to haul you up the rest of the stairs.
It’s impossible to snuff out that delicious little spark that flares to life as you creep up from the opening of the basement and sneak past your oblivious parents, ascending the stairs to the top floor—both of you sure to avoid that step that always creaks—and allowing Touya to lead you down the hall.
To your surprise, he bypasses his own bedroom door entirely, opting to stop in front of yours. Your feet stumble a little as he reaches the destination, giving a slight, shy tug on his hand. Touya casts your a curious glance over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question.
“I—My bedroom? I thought—”
He cuts your off with an unexpectedly gentle laugh, turning towards you to trace rough fingertips down the smooth curve of your cheek. “No,” he says softly, inexplicable mirth shining in his eyes, as if he finds this all so precious, so amusing, a subtle smile playing with the corners of his lips. “I want to fuck you in your room.”
You don’t understand it—not really, anyway. Most of the sexual encounters the two of you have had have always been within his bedroom, but you have no time to question his logic, because then he’s turning the knob and tugging you forward, speaking as he does so.
“What position did he fuck you in?”
“Missionary.”
He looks over at you again. “Both times?”
“Uh-huh,” you nod.
“Alright,” he murmurs, nodding to himself, as if he’s just confirmed some sort of plan you are not privileged to be privy to. “I’m gonna have you ride me, then. I don’t normally enjoy being ridden, but I’d like to own at least one of your firsts—two, if you count the fact that you’re gonna cum on a cock for the first time in your life,”
His words are self-assured, concrete in their decisions, and they send a whoosh of excitement plunging through your stomach, alighting your insides with tingling cinders.
A tentative little smile molds itself to your lips and you nod in agreement—as if you ever had a say in the matter, anyway—prompting Touya to gift you with another one of those odd, unfamiliar grins of encouragement; something softer, smoother, sweeter than his usual sharp smirks, something that makes you feel calm, secure, safe.
Large hands cradle your face between calloused palms, tilting your eyes up to his own, his gaze searching your features with intent. That shimmering mirth is still present in his irises, nearly strong enough to cloak that malicious glint that sparkles just beneath the surface.
“You want this, right?”
Of course you do—you always do; you only ever want what he wants, invariably, unfailingly, faithfully.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheekbone. That shard of malice dulls a little as he watches you melt into him, so pliant, so obedient, so willing to serve.
“That’s all I ever want to be,” you admit dreamily, words floating on the sweetest little gasp of breath, masking the true vulnerability imbued in them, the raw honesty roiling at their core.
“I know,” he whispers, head dropping forward, forehead knocking against your own. He nudges your nose, nuzzling into your face a little. “I know, and you are,”
It’s unexpected, the intense bout of emotion those few, tiny words inspire within you, a sudden burst of thick appreciation, admiration, love, infusing your blood, but there isn’t a moment to dwell on it.
Because then his lips are on yours, and your fingers are tangling in inky tufts, and his hands are gripping, pulling, scratching—your ass, your hips, your thighs—before he’s hoisting you up, cradling you to his chest as your legs lock around his waist, ankles hooked, heels digging into the dimples cushioning the base of his spine, and laying you back on your pretty peppermint-pink bed, sapphire eyes practically alight with yearning as he crawls atop of you.
Sharp hips slot perfectly between your plush thighs, strong hands sliding up the smooth skin and underneath the hem of your dress, index finger tracing the silk roses embroidered in pink lace, his gentle touch igniting a dull, desperate fire in your gut.
“These are cute, but I want them off of you,” he’s breathing into your mouth, the tip of his tongue punctuating his words with little laps against your own. “I want them off of you, now,”
“Do it, do it, get rid of them, niichan,” you’re begging, hips lifting eagerly, pressing further into his own. Slender fingers tear through the dainty material like flames melding through spiderwebs, and he rips the garment from your body in one swift yank.
Coarse denim grinds against your bare cunt, rough material instantly chafing the sensitive skin, but you don’t care, back arching as you push your hips towards his again, rutting up against his hard, throbbing cock.
Because even though it hurts, it feels good, one of your legs hooking around his thigh in a desperate attempt to get closer, to get more.
It’s pathetically endearing, how needy you are for him, copious amounts of slick seeping through his jeans telling him as much, how ready you are for him after nothing more than a little bit of humping.
“You’re a little whore, y’know that? A dirty, nasty, naughty little whore, getting this fuckin’ wet at the mere thought of your big brother’s cock,” he moans, two fingers snaking between your bodies to delve into your cunt. “Fuck,” the curse cracks in his throat, shattering his voice, his eyes shutting tightly as two knuckles curl inside of you, your responding gasp of his honorific snapping his eyes open again.
“Yeah? Good?”
“Uh—Uh-huh,” you breathe out, lids already gone languid as they obscure half of your bleary irises, head nodding in slow, dumb motions.
“God, you’re such good little slut for me, aren’t you?” The words fade into a growl, the vicious contracting of his fingers, knuckles pressing into plush silken flesh, prohibiting you from forming any semblance of a coherent answer. “So wet for your niichan, so perfect and willing and ready for your niichan, huh?”
A responding tangle of words gurgles in your throat, and the coo that slips from Touya’s mouth, accompanied by the mocking worry creasing his brow and the exaggerated jutting of his bottom lip, is drenched with sugary condescension, glowing azure eyes wide, clear, alert as they catalogue every fleeting expression that glazes your features: the scrunching of your nose as you try to glue a response together, the knitting of your brows that keep going lax, loose, every time his knuckles brush that spot, the wobbling of your mouth as your sluggish tongue attempts to form transient words through pools of sticky sweet saliva.
“I don’t even need to fucking do anything, do I?” And although the words are breathy, the tone is sharp, accompanied by a smug smirk and a quirked brow. “You’re so fucking easy for your niichan, aren’t you? So fucking sexy for your niichan, how hot you get for him, his naughty little sister, his best little sister,”
The sentiment cuts through your heated flesh like a sugar-encrusted razor, stinging yet sweet, only working to heighten the pumping of his fingers, each curl of his knuckles compounded by his smooth voice, hazy as it wafts across your face.
You can feel how wet you are, slick and slippery as crystal drops roll down your thighs; can hear how wet you are, obscene squelching accompanying each of Touya’s movements, every breath Touya puffs against your skin inspiring another gushing bout of heat, drenching his fingers and staining the lines of his palm, swollen clit throbbing for his attention.
But it’s downright embarrassing, how right he truly is, humiliated tears flooding your vision, clinging to your lashes as you try to blink them away. “Y-You’re right, niichan,” you hiccup, staring up at him through a shield of sparkling water with such pure devotion it scathes him. “I don’t want your fingers, they’re not enough! I want your pretty cock inside me, please, please, I—I want it!”
“Christ,” he nearly whines, the sharpness of his tone just a moment ago dulled to a needy whimper. “Alright, baby, alright, shh, niichan’s gonna give you want you want,”
His promise pacifies your sniffled pleads, lashes fluttering as you blink those shameful tears from your eyes, vision misty and shimmering. Those massive hands are on your hips again, tacky fingers gripping you close to his body as he swiftly flips the both of you, his back pressed firmly to your mattress as you straddle his lap. Prominent hipbones pierce the supple flesh of your thighs as his hips buck up again, eager and expectant.
“Get my cock out, princess,” he instructs with another shallow thrust, sapphire glittering as he gazes up at you, raw ruby lips shining in the dim light of your bedroom as his tongue laves over them again.
Shuffling back onto his thighs, your delicate fingers find the button of his jeans, popping it open. Scalding heat floods your cheeks as your gaze lands on the puddle of wetness that has soaked into the denim, slicking the zipper.
“Yeah, look at the fucking mess you made, sweetheart,”
It’s supposed to be admonishing, but it comes out full of admiration, almost as if he’s proud of you instead of reprimanding you.
“Nah, nah, nah, don’t stop,” he chastises your now frozen hands, notes of smug satisfaction sewn into his voice at the potent embarrassment trembling in the air around you. “Do as niichan said and get his cock out.”
Nodding to yourself, you resume your ministrations, mortification diluted by his resulting praise as you obey.
His cock feels heavy in your palm, flushed pink to the tip and smoother than the most luxurious velvet, perfectly straight and garnished with a singular dewdrop of pre-cum.
And he swears to God, he’ll never tire of that look you get, every single time you pull his cock from his pants, whole expression encrusted with awe, as if you can’t believe it’s real, a pitiful insatiability glittering in your unblinking eyes, like you’re starved for him, jagged little huffs of breath exhaled through parted lips, mouth watering for him.
You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking obedient for him, thighs tensing as your lift your body the moment he instructs you to, void of any hesitance—dedicated, diligent, desperate to please.
He keeps a secure grip on your hips as you grasp the base of his cock, holding it straight as you begin to sink down on it, a loud, stammered gasp hitching in your chest at the sudden stretch.
It’s so much bigger, so much thicker than his fingers, larger and girthier than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you swear you can feel your delicate flesh tearing with each inch further, splitting into little fissures as it yields to accommodate him.
The whine that slices your throat as he continues to push up into you is nothing short of gorgeous, strong fingers flexing on your hips while he keeps his pace steady and controlled.
“O-Oh, oh niichan, niichan, it—ah!”
A cry cuts you off as he bottoms out, the head of his cock pressed snugly to your sensitive cervix, your nails piercing through the thin cotton of his t-shirt as they scrabble against his chest, looking for any sort of stability.
“It’s so big, Touya-nii,” you whine, eyelids shutting tightly against the sting of tears, a half-hiccuped sob catching in your throat.
And you’re so cute, with the way your nose scrunches and your mouth twists as your cunt struggles to take him, pathetic little noises of pain catching in your throat as you try to swallow them down, quiet mewls and cracked whimpers that spill from your lips no matter how vigorously you try to silence them.
“Shh,” he hushes you gently, hands giving a singular firm squeeze in comfort. “You’re doing so good, baby, so good for me,”
Gritting your teeth, you nod jerkily, exhaling harshly to quell the twitching of your nose.
“I want you to start moving now,” Touya instructs, voice soothing and serene. “Can you keep being good for niichan and do that?”
Of course. Of course you can.
And you do—or, any least, you try.
But it burns, each wooden rock of your hips sending cinders searing through your gut to simmer in the pit of your stomach, every bump of his cock against your cervix procuring a dull ache that contracts at the very core of your body, a strong cramp that sends sharp pain radiating up your spine and down your thighs and straight through your heart.
It’s too painful, agony churning in your belly, bubbling up your throat, pushed higher and higher with each uneven thrust until you’re sure it’s going to spill out your mouth, the stench of blood stinging your nose, poor little cunt ripping itself wider and wider for him, avid in its mission to please.
Little hiccups—poorly suppressed sobs that manage to crawl up your throat and past your tongue—fall from your lips with each of your movements, pretty tears dripping down your cheeks, face screwed up in excruciating determination.
You think you might be getting the hang of it, but then he rolls his hips—a shallow movement, a singular thrust upward, just once—and a pained mewl fragments in your throat, coughing around the shards. Your motions stutter to a halt as the stinging at the apex of your thighs becomes too much to handle, sucking in a sharp hiss through your teeth as your head shakes.
“I can’t Touya-nii, I can’t, I can’t!”
“Oh, baby,” he coos, and despite the condescension drenching the word, his touch is tender, calloused thumbs rubbing small circles into the flesh of your waist. “You can, niichan knows you can.”
“I-I can’t!” you wail, whole body shuddering as a humiliated sob tears through it, face falling forward to be cradled by your palms. “You’re in my tummy, niichan, I swear I can—I can feel you there, it’s too—too deep, too much!”
“Alright, alright, come here,” Touya sighs resignedly, large hands wrapping around your biceps and pulling you toward his chest. You fall forward in a crumpled heap, bawling against his collarbone and he laughs—nothing mean, just a gentle soft little thing—hands petting your back, his cock twitching from the tears. “It’s okay, niichan’s got you, my little crybaby,”
His sweet insult only makes you cry harder, little fingers tangling in the cotton of his shirt, face burrowing in his strong chest as smouldering pins prick your flesh. His voice vibrates against your cheek as he hushes you, hands trailing up and down your spine in pacification.
Such uncharacteristic kindness—no fury for being unable to do what you’ve been told to do, no frustration for your whiny crying as you sob against him—is so unusual, so unlike him, that it instils a thick, dense fear at the core of your chest, cold and sticky as it encases your heart and sludges up your vertebrae.
“Why are you—Why are you being so nice to me?” you whisper, eyes reflexively closing as your body tenses in anticipation of his answer, his anger.
“Because you’re nothing more than a stupid little baby, aren’t you?” he responds easily, the question genuine, hands never stilling their ministrations. “I knew you were gonna suck at this, princess. This is pretty much exactly what I expected. I mean, fuck,” he breathes out a little chuckle, nudging your face with his shoulder. “It’s almost like you’ve never had sex at all. It’s almost as good as it would be if you were a real virgin.”
A hiccup shivers your ribs, that icy dread melting instantly in the heat of his confession, ignominy quickly taking its place again.
“So stop crying, baby,” he whispers, lips moving against your scalp. “This makes niichan very happy.”
“But I—I’m sorry, niichan,” you weep into his body, head shaking again, salt water staining your cheeks and leaking into your mouth, words garbled with spit and shame. “I can’t be good!”
“Hey,” Touya murmurs softly, the sheer concern in his voice startling you. “Look at me.”
Reluctantly, you pull your head from his body, lifting it just enough to peek at him through your lashes.
And, oh, aren’t you a fucking sight, flesh streaked with salt, hair messy and sodden with sweat, chin trembling incessantly. A palm cups your jaw, rough thumb swiping across your cheekbone, catching tears mid-stream and smearing them across your skin.
“You haven’t failed me, princess,” his eyes are burning, bright and blue and clear, void of the hazy cloud the drugs usually cast. “You hear me? You can still be good—you are still good,” he pauses, allowing his words a moment to settle in your mind. “Niichan is going to help you, okay? Will you let him do that?”
Your nodding before he’s even finished speaking, and he can’t help but murmur out praises at your pure eagerness; such a good girl for him, so keen and wanting to please, isn’t that right?
“Woah, no, no, not yet,” he chuckles as you begin to sit up again, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “The further you sit up, the deeper my cock goes,” he explains, expert hands stilling your body. “See?”
Slow and precise, he inches your body up, up, up, until a gasp lacerates the atmosphere, your whole face scrunching in pain.
“Mhmm,” you breathe with a nod, a palm instinctively pressed between your hipbones to soothe the pang, lowering yourself back to his chest, the pain ebbing away.
“So we’re going to go slow, yeah?” his palms find their designated spot on your hips again, guiding them forward. “Just small little rolls, just like that,” he grunts a little, shifting beneath you. “There you go, baby, perfect,”
The praise reinvigorates you, a ferocious determination blazing to life in your chest, reignited by your everlasting craving for his approval and admiration.
Because you want nothing more than to make him proud, residual sniffles catching in your chest as you follow his lead, hips slow and steady as you begin to ride him again. It still hurts, fat dewdrops of tears streaming down your face, but you persevere for him, forcing your body to sit up, movements never halting.
His eyes shine with a peculiar little glimmer as he stares up at you, something soft and pretty swirling in the lust-tinged cobalt, something you’ve never seen before.
It’s something close to admiration, but not quite, something that murmurs about how pathetically precious you are, clueless and terrible and hurting, yet you endure it; you endure it all, just for him, only for him.
“You’re so…beautiful,” he breathes, calloused thumb swiping through your tears, gathering the salt on his fingertip before sticking it in his mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,”
His hands stay put on your body, continuing to mentor you, subtly readjusting the angle of your hips as you work at building up a rhythm until he finds whatever he’s looking for, indicated by a loud gasp and sweet little shudder, hips jerking a little.
A smirk crawls across his face, full of knowledge. “That feel good, baby?”
Yes, your nodding in quick little motions, eyes rolling back as the head of his cock brushes over that spot again. Yes, yes, yes, it feels so good.
“C’mon, use your words, niichan wants to hear it.”
“Yes, niichan, yes, it—it feels really good, it’s—” a moan cuts you off, movements beginning to speed up on their own accord, yearning for more of that intense pleasure.
It feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before—better than his fingers, better than his tongue, better than his thigh, better than any of it, than all of it combined, each stroke of his cock sending intoxicating sparks zipping through your veins, alighting your entire body.
It’s the same spot that he always seems to find with his fingers, you think, but this feels immensely better, compounded by the stretch of his cock and the grinding of your clit against his pubic bone.
“Ah, there you go,” Touya says, and his voice is warm, almost as if he’s happy you’re feeling good. “That’s it, you’re doing it, yeah, make yourself feel good, make yourself feel good for niichan,”
You’re nodding to yourself, sweet little whimpers falling from your lips as you push your hips to move faster, starting to really bounce on his cock. The tears staining your face have dried into crusted trails of salt, eyes glistening with lingering pain, kept safe behind your lashes, sobs diminished to the occasional sniffle, peppered artfully throughout your sounds of pleasure.
It’s Touya’s favourite sound in the whole fucking world.
“Look at my beautiful baby riding my cock, such a good little whore for me, doing so well,” he grunts, the grip on your hips tightening infinitesimally.
Because while you may be on top, his hands never leave your hips, never fully allowing you to take control, always keeping the reigns safe and secure in his palms.
“There you go, all you needed was someone to help you, yeah? Someone to bring out that inherent slut buried deep within you, huh? Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans. “Bet that fucking frat boy didn’t even know what a perfect slut he had on his hands. Because you’re only a perfect little slut for your big brother, isn’t that right?”
“For you, for you, only for you, niichan,” you’re babbling out, head nodding in loose little motions.
“You’re goddamn right, only for me.”
And he looks absolutely breathtaking beneath you, sapphire eyes lidded and shining in the dim light, pupils blown and voracious as they devour you, breathy words pouring from saliva-soaked lips, strands of soft ink strewn across your lace trimmed pillows, framing his head like a spiky halo of onyx.
It doesn’t take long after he finds your g-spot before you’re cumming pathetically hard, pathetically loud, pathetically quickly.
“Oh, oh niichan, I—It’s—ah!”
“Gonna cream all over my cock, baby?” he asks, and his eyes are wide, glittering with anticipation.
“Uh—Uh-huh,”
“Do it, then,” he orders, somehow both harsh and sweet, words spit from his mouth, impatient and eager as strong hands force your hips to speed up. “Fucking cum all over me, show me how gorgeous you look, gushing on a cock,”
His voice drips with authority, has your cunt submitting to it’s master in two seconds flat, whole body convulsing as you make a mess all over his cock, pussy clenching with such vigour it’s almost painful.
It forces the most glorious sound from Touya’s throat, though—a sound you’ve never heard him make before, a sound that has your entire stomach fluttering—as his head tilts back and his neck arches, Adam’s apple bobbing, prominent collarbone coated in intricate ink heaving with the moan.
Everything feels hazy, dreamy, as a special type of bliss rushes through your veins, so hot it burns, melting your bones and you collapse against his chest, body gone pliant.
You’re still grinding against him, rubbing the head of his cock against that spot over and over again even as it sends vicious judders of overstimulation rippling through your entire body, and he murmurs something into your hair, something about how fucking greedy you are, a large hand smoothing down your damp back.
You want to tell Touya how unbelievably incredible that was, how good it felt, how you want to do that every single day with him for the rest of your lives, but your tongue doesn’t seem to want to cooperate, turned heavy and sluggish in your mouth, stunned into silence by such immense pleasure.
Exhaustion tugs at the corners of your consciousness, weighting your eyelids as they begin to droop, face nuzzling into Touya’s chest.
But he rips you from serenity’s grasp half a moment later, suddenly shifting beneath you, a low whine sounding in your throat as his cock—still hard and throbbing—slips out of you, no longer acting as that warm, comforting plug that kept some of your juices safely inside, slick leaking out of you in cold little dollops.
Chills skitter across your skin, shivering at the loss of Touya’s heat, but then his hands are on you again, flipping you over, face pressed into your pillow.
He’s saying something as those rough hands curl around your hips and yank them up, a knee shoving at your own to widen your thighs, but it all sounds muddled, ears tuning in and out of his frequency, only catching bits of his sentences.
“…Fucked dumb…Fucking stupid from my…That’s all it takes, huh?”
Shutting your eyes tightly, you force yourself to concentrate, to focus, focus on niichan’s voice and decipher what he’s saying, be good for him and listen.
“Aw, that’s cute,” he says, but his voice is harsh, mean, razored by condescension, all of that abnormal kindness from earlier incinerated to ash in an instant. “You’re already so fucked out! So good for me, so easy,” his hands roam your ass, kneading the flesh as they go. “But we’re just getting started, baby,” a flat palm collides with your skin, the resounding slap echoing throughout the room, Touya speaking over it. “Wake up.”
The spank sends jolts searing through your veins, buzzing little sparks of pain that eat up any fatigue, stunning you awake.
Your arms tremble as you push yourself up just enough to glance back at him, sleep-tinged confusion written into your pretty features.
“It’s niichan’s turn now.”
The smile on his face is terrifying, stretched sharp and wide across his cheeks, but it doesn’t stop your stomach from squeezing in anticipation, in desperation, forever starved for him.
He must see something in your eyes, must read something in your expression, because he pauses, an odd little gleam shining in his gaze again, body blanketing yours as he leans forward to catch your chin and smash your lips together.
It’s nothing more than a brutal little peck, and you nearly strain your neck trying to follow his mouth, but then he’s pushing on the space between your shoulder blades again, shoving you back into the mattress.
“I want you to be a good girl and keep your head down and hips up,” he’s instructing as the head of his cock bumps against your hole. “Y’think you can do that for me?”
“Yes, niichan,” you’re responding instantly, words muffled by the pillow, head nodding frantically to accentuate your point.
He laughs again—something short, something soft and just for him—before he buries his cock in your cute little cunt in one swift thrust.
A yelp shatters in your throat, tangled in threads of saliva as it oozes into the fabric of your pillow, eyes snapping open.
This—This is so much deeper.
The pain is unimaginable, little hole stinging as it splits open for him again, but Touya doesn’t allow you a moment to meditate on it, a moment to voice your concerns at all, hips setting a ruthless pace right from the start.
Broken little cries, fragmented by the constant pumping of his hips, pour from your mouth, a steady stream of sweet agony drooled out into your mattress as his cockhead slams against your sore cervix.
The pain is unimaginable, but it’s also so fucking good, Touya having expertly angled his hips to ensure that his cock strokes that spot with each pound into you, sending thorns of pain-tinged pleasure shooting through your flesh. It’s impressive; he knows your own body better than you do, already, a fact that should frighten you, a fact that doesn’t.
You don’t even realize you’re crying until a sob claws at your chest, too lost in the sensations of it all—his bruising fingers writing his name all across your body in brilliant hues of blue; and his slamming hips, so harsh, so brutal they have your fingers tangling tightly in the sheets, every muscle in your body quivering as you try your best not to be jostled up the mattress; and his sharp teeth, sinking into your shoulder hard enough to slice through the flesh—drowning in the overstimulation, intoxicated by the exhilaration of pain and pleasure melding together and becoming one, brain turned to delightful mush.
“Yeah,” Touya breathes, and he sounds so beautiful, your chest aching at the thought of not being able to see him. “That’s it, take my cock. Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
You whine, high and needy as your head nods lethargically. Anything for you, niichan.
Your orgasm hits you suddenly, unexpectedly, a burst of flames that lick through your veins and coil around your organs, embracing them in suffocating heat and pulsing in time with your pussy.
Everything feels hazy, body gone numb, vision blurring at the edges as you struggle to stay alert, desperate to hear him cum, to feel him cum.
It only takes another three sharp pistons of his hips before he’s spilling himself into you, stuffing you full of thick, burning cream, cock throbbing with the weak stuttering of his hips, a vicious shudder coursing through his flesh as a cracked whimper of your name sounds in deep his throat.
And oh, it feels fucking incredible, feels better than you could’ve ever imagined, the way he crams you so full of cum that it must be overflowing—into your tummy and down your thighs and all over the sheets.
It’s not enough, you want more, hips wiggling back against him in a pitiful attempt, a hiss spit from between his teeth.
“Christ, princess,” he pants out, though you can hear it, the notes of amusement, of adoration, infused in his tone. “You’ve already milked niichan for all the cum he’s got.”
“Want more, niichan,” you mumble into the puddle of drool saturating your sheets, cheeks and chin shining.
He chuckles a little—just a soft sound that dances on his tongue full of fondness and laced with disbelief—as he pulls out of you, a bratty whine falling from your lips.
“Listen,” he tells you as he turns you over slowly, gently, more gentle than he’s ever been before, more gentle than you ever thought him capable of. “Niichan will give you more very soon, okay? I promise.”
“Pinky promise?”
“Yeah, baby,” he says, thumb brushing sweat-soaked hair from your temple. “Pinky promise.”
A sigh escapes your lips, whole chest deflating with the weight of it as your eyes slip shut, a pleasant little smile melded to your mouth. “Good,” you murmur out, words garbled and thick with spit. “B’cause that—that was s’yummy.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he responds as he pulls your quivering body against his own, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist as the other hoists your comforter over your entwined forms.
A content little hum vibrates in your throat as you snuggle into him, a thigh hitched over his waist, a leg hooked around him, lips dropping a few sloppy kisses along his collarbone.
“Love you, niichan.”
It’s nothing more than a huff of warm breath wafting over his skin, so soft he would’ve missed it had he not been so close to you, and his blood turns to shards of ice in his veins, whole body frozen, stiff and rigid.
You don’t notice, already drifted into the clutches of sweet unconsciousness, the confession having slipped from your lips just as sleep took hold.
His heart rattles his rib cage, thumping hard and uneven against the bone, blood rushing in his ears, breath stagnating in his lungs.
Love him?
Panic alights every nerve in his body, cackling with sharp sparks of electricity, an urgent buzz zipping through the ice that had been coating his blood.
Love him?
No. This was never supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to fall for him, not this hard, not this real. You were only supposed to be a toy to be won, a piece of prey to be captured, a prize to be attained, played with, tarnished, then thrown away.
You are, aren’t you?
But you love him.
Echoes of the sentiment stick in his throat, but he can’t say it back—can’t even pretend it’s said in a familial sense, because he knows it isn’t—not yet, not even as the thought births a ball of pure sunshine in his chest; warm, true, right.
Too warm, too true, too right, too real, unfamiliar letters sharp as they claw up his throat and at the back of his tongue, tearing him apart from the inside out.
He should get up and leave. He should put some distance between the two of you, put some powder up his nose and pills down his throat as he tries to figure out what the fuck is going on here.
Except weak fingers are knotted in his t-shirt, an iron grasp that he’s hopeless of breaking, even if he wanted to.
And he doesn’t want to.
And that, that terrifies him most of all.
#dabi x reader#dabi smut#bnha smut#todoroki touya x reader#todoroki touya smut#tw:stepcest#tw:dubcon#tw:dacryphilia#tw:toxic relationship#ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYY MY FRIENDS
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hand in hand — 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘒 𝘑𝘖𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘌𝘖𝘕𝘎
pairing. Jay x reader
genre. strangers to lovers, fluff
synopsis. you thought you would never be the one to run with a stranger — a handsome stranger at that — but here we are.
networks. @hyfenet / @k-films
warnings. running, mention of drinks, lowercase intended, kissing, dancing but that's not necessarily a warning, proofread but lmk if any mistakes.
word count. 0.3k+
a/n. this fic has bloomed thanks to this v specific dream that I got, and I think Jay fits this concept ngl. im really sorry with these short fics, im trying saur hard to write longer ones but nonetheless, hope you enjoy <3 TAGLIST IS OPEN.
"come with me"
you see him hold out his hand at you, and you give yourself in.
but, wait-
this is not you, why are you even doing this?
he gently tugs on your hand as you both make your way through the sidewalks of the bustling city. muttering out little 'sorry' when bumping into someone.
looking at him take you away like this only caused adrenaline rush in your veins. you didn't think you'd be here. you had seen him in the cafe you go to study, he sits in that very same corner, every single time. days turn into weeks. this one time you go in without having the purpose to study, he takes the opportunity to approach you.
yes, he had been eyeing you for a little while now, the way come to the cafe to solely work and focus, fascinates him. he thinks it's very cute how you bit your lup when you focus on your work, or how you always have your yoir hair put up and away from your face when doing alot of writing work. he noticed how you order an extra coffee if you were goinf to stay for longer hours. he thinks that he needs to be in you life, in some part of way.
you had been running for god knows how long. finally, stopping you've noticed you reached the location he desired to show you.
it was somewhere old and ruins everywhere. you started to second guess everything. should I really trust this handsome man?
as he took you more in, you had realised you found yourself in a bonfire party, seeing people gather already, with their hands on their partners dancing or holding a drink. you asked yourself why he chose you to take to this party but all those thoughts disappeared from your mind when you feel Jay's hand pull away from yours.
you furrow your brows when you see him towards you, hand put out. you giggle softly and jay's heart melts, he takes your right hand in his left, his right hand wrapping around your waist and your going around his shoulders, you both start swaying to the music booming.
his forehead finds yours, softly in contact while a wide smile plays on your lips, Jay couldn't help but reciprocate, feeling to have made the move first. maybe you thought this chance wouldn't come again, so you pressed your lips against his in a slow kiss in contrast to your accelerating hearts.
never in a million years you would think to be in this place, in Jay's arms, moving to the rhythm of your hearts but, you are glad that you chose to place your hand in his, and trust him along the process.
an. in my dream, i was slow dancing w this really cute guy, but we were doing so for him to get rid of someone- and i didnt know. haha plot twist. anyways, we are not doing that w jay tho, only good stuff. hope you enjoyed and feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!!
perm taglist: @jak-ey ; @snoowhore ; @hsgwrld ; @seungiesluv ; @1-800shutthefuckup (send an ask to be added!)
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TIGmas Day #1 - Person of Interest
Happy first day of TIGmas everybody! I’m so excited to finally start this off! This fic is for @virgo-mess, whose own writing has made me so happy! Thanks for being such a great part of the TIG community, virgo, and I hope you enjoy!
TW: semi-public sex (people definitely know what’s going on), graphic sex, gagging
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Person of Interest
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Reader’s POV:
“Turn right at the light,” you dictate from the passenger’s seat, and the driver nods, following your instructions. The two of you are on the way to your precinct’s annual Christmas party, and you have been really looking forward to it – it’s been months since you’ve seen your coworkers.
You and Jacob, your chauffeur for the evening, had been undercover for the past nine months, acting as a betrothed couple and scoping out jewelry stores that were part of an underground smuggling network. Jacob was from a neighbouring precinct, and you hadn’t known him before your assignment, but you had quickly become fast friends – and convincing paramours, though you were glad the latter part of your relationship could be dropped now that the necessary arrests had been made.
Jacob was tall, blond, and classically handsome, so it wasn’t that it was difficult to keep up the pretense of being attracted to him for that reason. But he was head-over-heels for his actual girlfriend, which had made things awkward more than once during your time undercover. You weren’t involved with anyone romantically prior to your assignment, and were almost grateful; you’re not sure it would have been possible for you to be so convincing if your heart belonged to someone else.
“What do you think your coworkers are going to think about our big news?” Jacob jokes, and you groan, trying once again to get the engagement ring off of your finger. It fit you a little too perfectly, and you had been trying in vain to get it off of your finger for days now. You really didn’t want to have it cut off – Jacob had been planning on proposing to his girlfriend with it on New Year’s Eve – but at this point you’re running out of options.
“I would hope that these people know me well enough that they won’t assume I disappeared for almost a year to go run off with some guy,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him. “It’s the third house on the left.”
Jacob is still chuckling as he pulls the car over, parking across the street from the house – there were vehicles parked everywhere, letting you know that the party was likely in full swing. You’re feeling rather nervous as you exit the car; you’d only told the hostess of the party – the Captain’s wife, Charlotte – that you and Jacob were coming tonight. Everyone except the Captain still thought that you were away on your assignment, and hadn’t even been told what it entailed when you had left.
You approach the front door with Jacob, a few giftwrapped bottles of liquor bundled in your arms, and Jacob rings the doorbell. You take a deep breath, hoping that you’re welcomed back into the group with open arms.
Cash’s POV:
He’s already on his sixth beer… he thinks.
He wasn’t even planning on coming tonight, but Charlotte had cornered him a week ago and bullied him into accepting her oh-so-gracious invitation. He hadn’t been able to think of a viable excuse at the time and reluctantly gave in to the demands of the small, older woman. Just as well – he didn’t want to get on the Captain’s bad side anymore than he already was by upsetting his wife.
But truly, what was the point in having him here? He wasn’t particularly sociable amongst the other officers in the precinct; he had only been somewhat close with his partner, Y/N, but she had disappeared on some assignment ages ago without so much as a heads up to him.
His hand clenches his bottle tightly, to distract himself from the way his heart mirrors the action.
Y/N…
Cash knew that it was wishful thinking, hoping that you would show up here tonight, but he hadn’t been able to help himself. It’s been 273 days since you disappeared, and he’s missed you every single one of them. There had been other feelings, too – anger, hurt, and rejection among the most prominent – but he always went to bed praying that you were alright and would be back at your desk, right next to his, the next morning.
He takes another sip of his beverage, trying to wash the bitter taste from his mouth. Surely you could have told him something before you’d left, at least… but you hadn’t, and it stung.
He’d become something of a loose cannon since your abrupt departure. You’d always been the more level-headed one between you, and without you by his side to keep him rational, he’d gotten himself into trouble more than once, ultimately resulting in a brief suspension that hadn’t helped his brooding surliness.
The same brooding surliness he was displaying now, leaning against a wall by himself in the middle of a lively Christmas party, surrounded by lights and decorations and happiness.
He was starting to sound like the Grinch, even to himself.
There’s a knock at the door, and Cash briefly contemplates how many more people would need to show up for him to be able to slip away unnoticed. He couldn’t stand being around all this merriment, not feeling as low as he does.
“Y/N! You made it!” Charlotte’s voice is clear over the din of the party, and everyone seems to fall silent, surprised by the announcement of your arrival.
Cash’s heart leaps into his throat, but he doesn’t move from his place on the wall as the entryway is immediately crowded by others wanting to greet you. And why wouldn’t they? You possessed a downright magical degree of kindness, the type that was normally squashed out of everyone in your line of work relatively early on. But no, not you. You were the department’s shining light, always willing to go the extra mile for anything and anyone.
“Will you all back up already and let us breathe?!” he hears you snap at the throng of people, and he can’t help but crack a grin. Kind but cutting; just as he remembered.
The crowd parts, and as it does, Cash seems to replay your words in slow motion. Let us breathe, you had said?
And then he sees you, your sparkling dark green dress revealed as a lanky blond helps you remove your coat.
Cash sees red at the dazzling smile you give the other man, immediately forcing himself to move out of your line of sight, recognizing that he needs to get himself together now, before he puts a hole through one of the Captain’s walls.
You found someone?! he thinks to himself in anguish, downing the rest of his beer in an attempt to swallow the lump that has formed in his throat. You disappear out of the blue for nine months, before he can work up the courage to ask you out, and then come back with some moron wrapped around your finger?
He knows the sense of betrayal he’s feeling towards you is unjust, but he also knows that he doesn’t fucking care.
Whatever. You showing up with your boy toy gives him ample opportunity to slip away; you were perfect… the perfect distraction, that is.
Right.
He moves to loop around the lower level of the house to the front closet, looking for his coat.
“Hi, Cash.”
He jumps despite himself at the sound of your voice – how long has he been waiting to hear it, to hear his name coming from your lips? – and whirls around, looking down at you.
How dare you look up at him with such happiness in your eyes when you belong to someone else?
And you have the audacity to look radiant, too. He’s been wanting to see you for so long, thought about you so often that he notices every difference about you. You’re a little thinner after your time away, your hair quite a bit longer, but you’re still you, albeit dolled up and wrapped in sequined fabric that makes it even more difficult to look away from you.
“Y/N,” he replies to your greeting in a hoarse voice. Your smile fades for a moment, your brows creasing at his less-than-enthusiastic response, and he pushes past the pang of guilt that rings through his chest. No, this was your fault, not his.
“It’s so good to see you again!” you bounce back from his sour reaction quickly, all smiles as always. The honesty in your voice hurts him and leaves him confused.
“So you’re back, then?” he asks curtly, turning back to the closet to grab his jacket, throwing it over his arm. He can’t even look at you without getting butterflies in his stomach, for Christ’s sake…
“Yeah, the undercover part of the case is over. I’m back on Monday,” you offer weakly, clearly still perplexed by the way he’s acting towards you. “Are you leaving? I was hoping we could catch up…” your voice is sad as you reach up to put a hand on his arm. He tenses at the contact, abruptly turning to face you once again, and that’s when he sees it.
A fucking engagement ring on your finger, the large diamond at its centre practically winking at him as it sparkles in the Christmas lights.
He has to get away from you, right fucking now.
“Yeah, I am. Just need to thank the hosts,” he says abruptly, brushing past you without another word. He moves through the house, opening a random door tucked under the stairs and disappearing behind it, needing to calm down before he hits the road.
Reader’s POV:
You tamp down the hurt you’re feeling at Cash giving you the cold shoulder, returning to Jacob’s side where he’s talking to Charlotte. Sure, you had expected him to be a little mad at you for disappearing all of a sudden, but for him to be this upset really takes you by surprise. Cash was always a bit standoffish, but never cold, never cruel…
You try to push the thoughts of him aside for now, telling yourself you’ll straighten everything out come Monday.
“Y/N, there you are!” Charlotte exclaims, giving you another warm hug. You can’t help but give her a smile – she was like a surrogate mother to everyone in the precinct, occasionally doting on you all to the point of being overbearing, but always well-intentioned in her efforts.
“Here I am!” you reply cheerfully, trying to get back into the festive mood. “I see you’re getting to know my fake fiancé,” you add with a giggle, and Jacob preens at the title. He would be coming by regularly over the next few weeks as you worked on the reports and filing of evidence for the upcoming court case, and you figured this would be a good place to introduce him to your colleagues.
“Jacob is lovely; he was just telling me about Emily,” Charlotte replies with a fond smile for the younger man before she turns on you. “And when exactly do you plan on getting yourself a real fiancé of your own, hmm?” she teases, giving you a stern expression.
“I just got back after nine months, mom,” you respond, sticking your tongue out at her playfully. “You try finding a man who’s okay with this kind of work!”
“I already have,” she replies, looking across the room to her husband. You see their eyes meet; they still looked at each other like they were falling in love all over again, even after decades of marriage, and while the sight is heartwarming it also leaves you feeling empty. Would you ever have anything even close to that with someone?
“I don’t mean to pester you with favours on your first day back with us, Y/N, but could you head into the basement and grab a couple more bottles of red for me?” Charlotte asks with a pleading expression.
“Of course, ‘Lottie,” you reply with a friendly smile, heading towards the door under the stairs that she had pointed out to you. You open it, the stairs dark but the basement light on, and head down, hoping to avoid any spiders.
Instead, you find something much worse: Cash, looking furious.
“What the hell are you doing down here?” he demands, scowling at you, and you find your hurt at the way he’s treating you quickly being burned away by the anger you feel at his childish behaviour. You didn’t often lash out at people when you were frustrated, but Cash Ewing was well on his way to testing your patience and being on the receiving end of your ire.
“Charlotte asked me to grab some more wine. What are you doing down here? Get lost trying to find the front door? I thought you were leaving,” you sneer at him, walking past him to the wine rack and selecting a couple bottles of merlot. You don’t notice the intense way his eyes track you across the room.
“Why do you care whether I leave or not?” he snaps back, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes at him dismissively, moving past him to head back upstairs. You’re not sure what had happened during your time away to make Cash so dismissive, so angry, but you aren’t going to let it get to you tonight.
“I don’t care, Cash. So sorry for interrupting your little brooding session; I’ll leave you to it,” you say with a sigh, marching up the stairs. Someone has closed the door to the basement since you’ve opened it, so you readjust the bottles of wine in your arms to grab the doorknob.
It doesn’t budge.
You try again, and again, eventually setting down the bottles on the step below you so that you can grab the knob with both hands, pulling and pushing and twisting to no avail. Frustrated, you start pounding on the door angrily with both fists.
“Hello?! HELLO?!” you call, trying to make yourself heard over the din of the party.
“What’s wrong? Can’t even open a door?” Cash’s amused voice cuts through your screaming and punching at the door. You whirl around angrily to face him, having forgotten just how quiet he could be, frustrated that you’re still having to look up at him even though he’s standing a couple stairs below you.
“Hey genius, it’s locked. You try to get it open, if you’re so smart,” you snarl at him, gesturing towards the door and pressing yourself against the wall to give him space to get to it. He takes care to elbow past you anyways, even though you had given him more than enough room, and you glare at his back as he tries the knob.
You bite your tongue to hide a smile as it doesn’t open, smugly enjoying Cash getting frustrated, pounding on the door himself. There’s movement at the door, and someone slips a folded piece of paper underneath the crack at the bottom of the door. Cash, tall and distracted by trying to break the door down, doesn’t notice, so you reach past his feet to grab it.
“Excuse me, Detective,” you say sarcastically, trying to get his attention. “We’ve been given a message,” you add once he turns, waving the piece of paper at him. His forehead creases in confusion, and you open the note, recognizing Charlotte’s handwriting and frowning at the words.
“It just says ‘Talk to each other – Figure it out’,” you inform him, growling when he snatches the piece of paper out of your hand to read it himself. Had Cash always been such a self-important, pompous asshole?
Ignoring him, you stomp back down the stairs, throwing yourself onto the old couch. You know enough about Charlotte to know that she’s serious about her meddling, and stubborn enough to not let you out until she was satisfied that you and Cash had… what? Mended your friendship? You don’t even know why he’s being so rude in the first place!
You hear Cash start to pound on the door again, grumbling curses to himself, and roll your eyes, crossing your arms over his chest and waiting him out.
…
Unfortunately, you imagine at least ten minutes have gone by, and he’s still trying to get someone’s attention. Clearly, your hopes that he would independently come to the conclusion that you both needed to listen Charlotte aren’t going to come to fruition.
“Are you really so scared of having a conversation with me, Cash Ewing?!” you call up to him mockingly, grinning to yourself when the banging immediately stops and you hear him start to stomp down the stairs. If there’s one thing that Cash hated, it was being called a coward.
You manage to rearrange your features into a neutral mask before he comes back into view, looking down at you on the couch with a severe expression.
“I would’ve thought you’d be more bothered, Y/N,” he hisses at you, his blue eyes bright in his anger. “It’s not exactly a good look, being locked away at a party with another man while your fiancé is in the next room.”
Your mouth falls open, and no sound comes out; all you can do is gape at him.
He makes no move to break the silence, glaring down at you, arms crossed and jaw clenched.
You burst out laughing, unable to help yourself as the reality of the situation hits you. Cash was acting like this because he thought you were with Jacob? Because he was jealous?!
Cash leans down, caging you against the couch with his strong arms and getting in your face.
“And just what exactly is so funny?” he snarls, his eyes locked with yours. Your laughter dies in your throat.
You shove him away from you angrily before answering; you had never let Cash intimidate you before, and you certainly aren’t about to start now.
“Jacob and I aren’t engaged, you moron,” you inform him coldly, crossing your arms again. He stares pointedly at the ring on your finger instead of offering a response, not denying that the issue of your relationship status is the reason why he’s acting like such a big, dumb baby.
“It’s stuck,” you admit with a chuckle. “We were undercover as a couple during our assignment, and I can’t get it off.”
Cash stares at you in silence, and you know him well enough to tell that he’s angry at himself right now, both for jumping to the wrong conclusion and for making his own feelings apparent in the process. Well, you certainly aren’t going to coddle him for it; he’s made you feel horrible all evening, when you’d been so excited to see him.
He’d been the first person you had searched for tonight, looking for him the moment that Charlotte had opened the front door. You’d missed him the entire time you had been away; you’re sure you talked about him to Jacob at least as much as he’d brought up Emily, maybe even more…
And when you had seen him tonight, all brooding good looks, the butterflies that you’d always felt around him came back tenfold. To know that he clearly feels the same way for you is such wonderful news.
But he’s made you feel like garbage tonight, and you don’t plan on letting that go lightly, reciprocated feelings be damned.
“I can’t believe you, Cash Ewing,” you hiss, glaring up at him defiantly. “You’ve been pissy with me all night because you’re jealous of Jacob? What gives you the right to be upset about me being in a relationship, huh?! We’ve been partners for years, and you’ve never said anything, but the first sign of me being with someone else and suddenly you’re acting lik–”
“Don’t,” he snarls, interrupting your rant, and your jaw snaps shut. So much for not letting yourself be intimidated by him…
“Where do you get off, speaking to me like that?” he seethes, his hands clenching into fists. “You disappear without a word for nine months, and then come back out of the blue with some random guy and a ring on your finger, and act like I’m not supposed to have feelings about it?!”
The jealousy looks good on him, especially when he’s dressed up for the party and out of his regular uniform. Dark dress pants, a crisp white shirt, and a blue tie that matches his eyes hanging loose around his throat… you feel yourself getting hot and bothered.
“And why, exactly, should you feel any sort of way about me being with someone else?” you snap, intent on getting a confession out of this stubborn, stupid man.
“You’re mine,” he growls possessively. You bite your tongue to keep up the façade, managing to keep your face neutral as you raise an eyebrow at him, though you’re sure you’re blushing terribly and giving yourself away.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Cash? I’m not yours; I don’t owe you anything!”
You’re intent on continuing to argue with him, but you notice that he’s stopped listening, his gaze on the ceiling above you. Irritated at his lack of focus, you tilt your head upwards to see what’s distracted him, and notice a wreath of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above you. You fix him with another glare.
“Even now, you’re still looking around for a sign or for ‘the right time,’ instead of just being upfront and honest with me!” you scream incredulously. “You’re still scared of just acting on what you feel!”
You stand up, intent on moving away from him, from the mistletoe, from the whole situation, but he grabs your arm, pulling you against him firmly, his other hand grabbing your jaw and pulling you towards his face as he lowers your head to yours.
You make a half-hearted attempt to protest, but abandon that pursuit the instant his lips touch yours. His kiss is dominant, all-consuming, aggressive, and it makes your head spin and your toes curl. His hand moves down your arm to wrap around your waist, clutching you to him possessively, his other hand moving from your jaw to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair as he turns your head to the angle he wants.
You’re briefly embarrassed by the desperate moan you let out from the intensity of the kiss, but Cash’s growl of approval makes you move past it quickly. Your hands, still crushed between your bodies, manage to grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you pour your heart and soul into the kiss.
You’d been attracted to Cash Ewing from the moment you laid eyes on him five years ago, and the crush had begun not long after that, but never in your wildest dreams (and there had been many involving him over the years) had you imagined that kissing him would feel so incredible.
Eventually, you two pull apart to catch your breath. The moment you do, you smack him in the chest, pushing him away from you.
“What makes you think you can just grab someone and –” you begin angrily, but Cash’s hand grips your chin and forces your jaw shut, his thumb over your lips.
“Shut up, Y/N,” he orders, eyes glittering down at you. “Just shut up for once. You want me to confess to you? Then you let me talk, and you listen.”
You blink up at him mutely, surprisingly even more turned on by him talking down to you like this.
“Y/N,” he begins, his voice husky as he murmurs your name, and you suppress a shiver at the sound. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I’m crazy about you. I love the fire in your eyes when you tell people off, and how you somehow still manage to be the sweetest, kindest person in the precinct. I love the way you bite the end of your pen when you’re thinking hard about something. I love the way you’re not afraid of anything, and the way you call me an idiot when I rush into situations without thinking. I’ve loved you for years, and all that’s been keeping me going while you’ve been gone is the knowledge that I was going to finally work up the courage to tell you the minute you got back.”
He takes a couple deep breaths once he finishes his confession – Cash rarely spoke so much all at once – and you’re completely speechless, even after he releases your face from his grip. He takes the opportunity to kiss you again, your body immediately returning the gesture, but as he guides you back towards the couch you force yourself to pull away so that you can push him down first.
Kicking off your heels, you climb onto his lap, your knees to either side of his hips. Cash purrs approvingly, his large hands coming up to your hips, but you slap them away until they lay obediently at his sides. His gaze is intense as you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his and looking deeply into his blue, blue eyes.
“I love you, Cash Ewing, I have from the moment we met. I love the way you correct typos in my reports when you think I don’t notice, and the way your tongue sticks out when you’re upset. I love that I can read you like an open book even when you try to close yourself off from the world, and I love that I always feel safe when you’re around. I thought about you constantly over the past nine months, and dreamed about finally being with you as soon as I got back. Please don’t make me wait anymore,” you whisper the request needily against his lips, kissing him fiercely.
His hands are on you again immediately, gripping your hips before moving back to squeeze your ass. You roll your hips against his encouragingly, whimpering into the kiss, and bring your hands from the back of his neck down to his chest, immediately fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Cash leans back, watching you undress him with a great deal of satisfaction, shrugging out of his shirt the instant you finish with the buttons.
You’ve never been particularly kinky, never even considered having sex where anyone could walk in on you at any moment – your coworkers, no less – but with Cash you find yourself wanting to do anything and everything. You pull him back towards you by the loose knot of his tie, kissing him hungrily as your fingers explore the hard contours of his chest. He responds with just as much passion, kissing you like he wants to swallow you whole, his hands everywhere as he feels you up over your dress.
You reach behind you, grabbing the zipper and pulling it down, the top of the dress falling to your waist. Cash’s blue eyes darken even further as they take in your cleavage, your breasts pressed together invitingly in a black push-up bra. He slides the straps down your arms, immediately pulling the bra down, the rough pads of his fingers immediately teasing your nipples. You toss your head back, moaning wantonly, and hear him let out a low chuckle before his mouth closes around a nipple, his tongue toying with the sensitive bud in a way that has you writhing against him.
He releases you after a moment, pulling you back towards his chest, a smirk on his face from the way you’re responding to him. You glower at him, and he offers you a pleased smile in return.
“Why’d you stop?” you demand, your voice whiny with need.
“Because if you moan any louder, someone will hear and come check on us,” he says smugly, his grin widening as you blush bright red. Huffing, you slide off his lap, trying not to pout as you tug your bra back into place. You reach behind you again to pull up the zipper on your dress, but before you can Cash has pounced on you, turning you around until you were on your knees, body pressed against the back rest of the couch. He presses your face against the cushions before pressing himself against your back, leaning down to speak in your ear.
“Are you going to be able to keep yourself quiet, or do you need my help?” he asks mockingly, pulling your bra fully off you this time. You shiver against him, already breathless with need, your hands coming up to grip the back of the couch tightly. You feel Cash still behind you, before he grabs your wrist, peeling you away from the back of the couch. You look up at him questioningly.
“I’m not fucking you while you’re wearing another man’s engagement ring, even if it’s all pretend,” he tells you in a low, gravelly voice.
“Then I guess you’re not fucking me at all,” you grumble, glaring at him. “I’ve tried for days, but it won’t come off, and I can’t cut it off – Jacob wants to give it to his girlfriend.”
Cash growls at the mere mention of Jacob, and you smirk at his jealousy rearing its head again. In response, he snatches up your left hand, staring at the ring on your finger intently for a moment. Between one blink and the next, he’s taken your finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the ring, and you gasp at the sensation. He locks eyes with you, his gaze heated as he sucks on your finger in a way that makes you whimper, feeling filthy from the depraved act.
With one last hard suck, his mouth making a lewd, wet noise that makes your clit throb with need, Cash pulls the ring off your finger with his teeth. Not moving his gaze away from you, he spits the ring into his palm and places it on the side table. You swallow, your mouth dry, unable to say a word. Instead, your hands dart out, sliding your fingers through his belt loops and tugging him towards you by his hips. He obliges, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, slowly laying you down on the couch and covering you with his body.
You lift your head off of the cushions to kiss him, coaxing him with your tongue to get even closer, your hands reaching between you to remove his belt, a thrill running through you as your hand brushes up against his erection through his pants. Cash hisses into your mouth, his hands moving down your body to the hem of your dress before snaking their way up under it, his fingers squeezing your thighs possessively and making you squirm underneath him. He hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs and off of you. In an act of pure depravity, he holds them to his face, breathing in deeply through his nose, his eyes locked with yours, and you groan at the sight, your eyes fluttering closed. You’re not sure you can take anymore of this…
A scrap of silk and lace, damp and musky, presses up against your mouth, and as your eyes snap open in your surprise, Cash stuffs your underwear into your mouth, gagging you with it. Rather than spitting curses at him the way you both likely anticipated you would at the action, you go limp, laying back against the couch without complaint, gazing up at him with wide, pleading eyes and your mouth full of your own underwear. You pant through the fabric, completely wild with lust, and Cash licks his lips, leaning back to unbutton his pants and free his hard cock. Your eyes hone in on his long, thick member, slightly curved and leaking at the tip, and let out a muffled moan of desire. You’ve never felt lust so intensely before; it feels like your body is going to burn up if you don’t get him inside you now.
Without a trace of shame or embarrassment, you spread your legs even wider to either side of his, hooking your feet around his butt and trying to pull him towards you, reaching down to pull up your skirt to your waist to join the rest of your dress. You absently notice that your vision is blurring with tears, both from the way your breathing is constricted and from your sheer need to have him.
“Fuck,” Cash breathes, leaning down to kiss your neck passionately, his hands running lightly up and down your sides. “I’ve thought about this moment for years, but never were you looking up at me as desperately as you are now.”
You give him another insistent moan, your legs fully locking around his hips and your arms thrown around his neck, stroking the short grey hair at the nape of his neck as you beg with your eyes. He looks deeply into your eyes, and you see nothing but lust and love for you in them before he moves to guide himself into you. The head of his cock slips through your slick entrance, stretching you out, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, laving your neck and shoulder in kisses as he thrusts himself fully into your tight, wet heat.
The sound of his groan of pleasure in your ear sears itself into your memory, echoing your own muffled cry of soul-deep satisfaction. And then he starts to move his hips, and all conscious thought leaves you as you surrender yourself fully to just being in the moment with Cash. It’s the most all-encompassing feeling you’ve ever felt, the sense of completion you feel as you make love nearly overwhelming. It’s sweet and passionate, it’s quick and dirty, it’s perfect.
“Y/N,” Cash moans in your ear, the sound of him saying your name like that almost making you come undone. “Finally. You’re finally mine,” he whispers, nuzzling into your hair as he moves above you, hips pumping a slow deep rhythm as his hands roam your body greedily, possessively. You tighten your hold on him, wordlessly letting him know that you feel the same way as you whine through your makeshift gag, clinging to him desperately as you move your hips to match his thrusts.
He lifts himself off of you enough to rest his forehead on yours, staring deeply into your eyes as he quickens his pace. You notice a wicked gleam in his eye, and brace yourself for some evil trick.
“You’re gonna come for me, sweetheart,” he hisses against your lips, eyes bright as your body clenches around him in response. “You’re gonna come so hard around my cock, and then I’m taking you home with me so I can make you do it again and again, without you needing to be kept quiet,” he teases, roughly inserting a few of his fingers into your mouth, choking you deliciously with your panties. The dirty talk and rough treatment make your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you fight your body telling you that you were getting close. If you let him win now, this first time, you’d never hear the end of it.
With strength you didn’t know you had, you throw yourself off the couch, rolling onto the carpeted floor and bringing Cash with you, managing to get him on his back underneath you. His surprise is evident on his face, but his expression immediately morphs into one of pleasure as you sink back onto his cock, riding him hard and fast. Lifting one hand from his chest, you pull your underwear from your mouth and press them to his lips with your fingers. He lets out a groan of arousal as you take charge, looking up at you with fascination and awe.
“I’m going to ride you until you can’t remember your own name, Cash Ewing,” you tell him in a husky voice, gyrating your hips in circles and making his grip on your waist tighten as you hit an angle that has both of you moaning. Keeping yourself there, you both work to bounce your body up and down on his cock, you covering his mouth with your underwear and him reaching up to cover your mouth with a large hand, muffling your noises of pleasure as you try to get the other to reach their peak first.
In the end, it’s pretty close, and you already know that you’ll both go to your graves swearing the other person came first. Either way, your orgasm washes over you like a powerful wave, Cash pinching your nose as the rest of his hand clamps over your mouth to try to keep you relatively quiet, even as he lets out a loud grunt as he releases deep inside of you. Once you both manage to keep quiet, Cash releases your mouth and spits your panties up at you, giving you a sinful smirk before guiding you to lay down against his chest, stroking your hair gently. As much as you would love to relax and curl up with him, the thought of getting walked in on post-coital and spread out on your boss’s basement floor has you fighting temptation and forcing yourself up and off Cash, batting away his hands as they try to keep you in place.
“Where are you going?” Cash asks, a twinge of vulnerable desperation in his voice that makes your heart melt. You’d apologize for not telling him about going undercover eventually, but not now.
“We have to get out here,” you explain, taking in his nude form spread out on the carpet with an appreciative gaze. He sighs, looking up at you wistfully before sitting up, making a show of pocketing your sodden underwear. You roll your eyes, pulling your bra back into place and zipping up your dress, trying not to appear too dishevelled. When you turn back to Cash he’s fully dressed, fiddling with his tie. You walk up to him almost shyly, reaching up to fix the knot until it’s laying properly against his shirt. He smiles down at you fondly, trying to smooth your hair down before giving up and settling for giving you a sweet, (relatively) chaste kiss.
“I just have to give Charlotte the wine and get Jacob his ring back, and then I’m all yours,” you promise, bending to put your shoes back on. These heels were already hard enough to walk in, but now you have to deal with being weak in the knees on top of everything.
“I’ll give loverboy his ring back,” Cash says, snatching it off the table before you can grab it for yourself. “Time to introduce myself and let him know where he stands,” he jokes, giving you a wink and heading for the stairs. You snatch up the bottles of wine and hurry after him, trying not to trip.
“You better be nice to him, Cash Ewing!” you hiss up the stairs at him, hearing him chuckle in response.
“The door’s open; you should wait a couple minutes before coming out or it’ll look suspicious,” he offers in reply, slipping out before you can protest. He did have a point, you suppose…
You give it a couple of minutes before sneaking up the stairs, trying to blend into the party without looking too guilty… or rumpled…
You find Charlotte right where you’d left her, and place the bottles of wine on the bar behind her.
“Thank you, Y/N. I hope they weren’t too difficult to find – you were gone for quite awhile,” she says knowingly with a bright smile. You force yourself to return the gesture, feeling your face flush. Nosy, manipulative woman… but you suppose you should thank her.
“No, the problem was that sticky doorknob,” you reply with a frown.
“Ah, well… things like that can be stubborn, but eventually they open up. Wine?” she offers innocently, positively beaming at you now.
“No, thank you. I’m actually going to head out, Charlotte – it’s still a lot for me to be around big groups of people after my time away,” you say, the excuse only partly a lie. You are finding it difficult being in a crowd without feeling the need to constantly look over your shoulder.
“Alright, dear. Well, it was lovely to see you again,” the older woman says kindly, cupping your cheek fondly.
“Do you think Cash would want some wine?” A voice chimes in, and Jacob appears suddenly, joining your conversation. You don’t say anything, but your mouth falls open as you watch him and Charlotte looking at you with identical wicked smiles and laughter in their eyes. So, they had been colluding, working together to lock you and Cash in the basement… this was a dangerous pair that you would need to keep an eye on.
But not tonight.
You scan the room, finding Cash standing head and shoulders above most everyone else, his blue eyes already on you. Flashing him a shy, flirty smile, you tilt your head in the direction of the front door, and he winks at you, immediately moving to the foyer. You bite your lip to keep a smile from breaking out across your face, looking back to Jacob and Charlotte guiltily.
“I don’t think so,” you reply to Jacob’s earlier question, and he rolls his eyes.
“Ugh, get out of here already! If I have to listen to you talk about Cash Ewing one more time…” Jacob warns, shooing you away with a wry grin. You dodge his hands, darting past them to wrap him up in a quick hug before doing the same to Charlotte.
“Thank you, you meddling little jerks,” you tell them both earnestly. “I’ll see you Monday!”
You move through the crowd, waving at everyone that gives you a friendly nod or greeting, eventually making your way to the foyer where Cash is waiting, your coat over his arm. He helps you into it, bundling you up quickly.
“What’s the rush, Officer?” you tease, doing up the buttons on your coat. You bite back a gasp as you feel his hand slip beneath your coat and dress, wandering up your thigh. “Cash!” you hiss, your eyes darting around to make sure that no one is watching.
“There’s a person of interest I’ve had my eye on for awhile,” he replies cheekily, patting his pocket where he had put your underwear. “I believe I made her some promises earlier in the evening that I intend to make good on,” he leers down at you, his gaze heated. You find it hard to breathe.
He takes your hand in his, the gesture as comfortable and natural as breathing to you, and pulls you towards the front door and out into the cold night.
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[Just FYI, it’s canon that Cash bought the ring from Jacob and kept it to propose to you with when the time came; it meant more to the two of you]
#Thomas Ian Griffith#Cash#Cash x Reader#TIGmas#12 Days of TIGmas#Smut#Romance#Christmas Fic#Black Friday 2007#The Kidnapping 2007
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sometimes i do just think about sumeru archon quest...i can't remember any in genshin lore where so many characters played such a huge role in the storyline and so cleanly. and how well-built the power structures/institutions are.
screams and bashes my head against the wall...the way sumeru is literally structured upon the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom but it's become a bastardized theocracy because of the akademiya sages.
the way it's literally a council of conservatives who hate the idea of moving forward with 'lesser lord' kusanali because that would actually require them to relinquish power to their god. the way they corrupt rukkhadevata's name for their own purposes because, well, she doesn't exist anymore, does she? she can't object to what they do in her name, can she? the way they intentionally pit the common people against each other and frame academia as a competition and make the entire population dependent on a network instead of their own thought so that every new generation is either burning themselves out or throwing away their identity...as long as they aren't questioning what the sages want to accomplish.
but, like. the archon quest. the traveler pops back between sumeru city and the desert because it's crucial to the development of this sociopolitical commentary. we get to see the exploitation of the desert region first-hand.
and the supporting cast is so so good. cyno, general mahamatra, and al-haitham, the akademiya scribe, give up the prestige of their titles in favor of doing the right thing: freeing nahida. dehya and candace/kandake are fighting for recognition and proper treatment of their people (dehya's character teaser literally focusing on how she uses her mercenary money to fund education for orphans and children in the desert!!) and a life free of exploitation from people claiming themselves to be "scholars." nilou tying up her mini-arc in the archon quest about how the akademiya suppresses creative liberty and the arts in order to maintain their hierarchy, nilou being the face of the resistance, nilou using her art as a method of protest and being crucial to the rescue of nahida!!
and hoyo writers tying up the socio-political commentary after the main conflict is over...nahida working with the akademiya and deshret worshippers to reconcile the prejudices and systemic oppression of the desert villages! eremites and candace and dehya and even npcs like setaria (who plays a major part in introducing the whole deshret-rukkhadevata conflict) being a part of the resolution! random notion but i really liked setaria and i'm so glad she chose to resign from the akademiya because it wasn't staying true to her moral principles in order to help improve education in her desert home ;-;
every character plays a part and i love it. i was rooting for them so hard and i was so close to crying when nahida finally got to step outside for the first time in 500 years. like !!! sumeru's archon quest got you so attached to the characters in such a little amount of time...i'm big-eyed about it all...
(also al-haitham organizing the coup so he wouldn't have to have more responsibilities in the akademiya, only to be named acting grand sage because his coup literally deposed every other possible candidate, was really funny)
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin impact analysis#sumeru#truth amongst the pages of purana#the morn a thousand roses brings#dreams emptiness deception#king deshret & the three magi#akasha pulses the kalpa flame rises#i'm thoughts!! i'm thinking really hard :0#i love nahida so much you guys#nahida#al haitham#nilou#cyno#dehya#candace#kandake#sumeru archon quest#wandere goofy as hell only because i can't figure out his gameplay wdym he got two stamina bars#genshin analysis
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MEMBER ADMIN OF THE MONTH
↳ to our dearest Layla @moonlightsdream
💌 NOTES FROM THE ADMINS
Sam: we've been meaning to do this for the longest time so I'm glad it's finally happening!! I don't know what we would do without you Layla. you keep this blog so organized and up to date (don't even get me started on the dramas page --- she's a masterpiece.) also to anyone who doesn't know, layla singlehandedly makes all our graphics/icons/headers and I'm blown away every time with how creative she is. I made the header for this post and that was already too much for me and it's not nearly as good (truly so much respect for you Layla!). gifs are always *chefs kiss* with how crisp they are. I'm forever grateful that we've built this network together and I couldn't have asked for a better person to be our founding member! (also I have too many favorite works of yours 3 is not enough)
↳ favorite works: [ 1, 2, 3, 4]
Alexa: Layla oh my goodness!!!! It's about time we took a moment to highlight you on the blog! Both as one of our admins and as an individual creator! You do so much amazing work for kdramaspace from your graphics, to your icons and all your help keeping up with the theme and pages. That alone is worth PARAGRAPHS worth of hyping you up. But on top of that, you're such a talented creator and I'm always excited to see what shows and films you're watching. I love how you work with colors in your sets and I think you do a great job of choosing really intriguing moments and scenes that really highlight the themes and key points for the media! It's so wonderful to have you as part of our team and I hope we can continue to work together and create together for a long long time!!!
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Lilly: Laylaaaa! Where do I begin? your gifs are so beautiful. Your rich contrast and deep colors have always inspired me in my own works, not to mention your ability to organize sets in such a pleasing way. You bring a whole new distinct vibe to everything you create that really elevates the original media. That's not even touching how much work you've put into making this blog what it is! Others who have been apart of it longer than I have gone into more detail, but it goes without saying that you are irreplaceable. <3
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Sya: Layla!!! Dearest Layla congratulations!! So glad this happened! I have been a fan of your creations since I came back to tumblr (still very much in awe till now) and I have so much respect for all the contributions you made (icons/header EVERYTHING) for the network. Thank you for feeding us with amazing, lovely, high quality content and I love it when we watch the same shows 😍 I can't say enough how much I love your minimalistic, cinematic, vibey sets, they're always inspirational. Looking forward to more when you're back from hiatus💕
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Okay, as far as I can tell from the posts on many social networks, more and more details are surfacing, indicating both Alex's guilt and its absence. The victims are accused of lying, Alex does not show any action or actions to prove his innocence or justify himself. The truth is blurred now and can be anything. Serious accusations have flown in his direction and ignoring them is the height of idiocy. I HOPE that Alex will really respond to all this, because otherwise his guilt will be too acute to give him the opportunity to calmly stay anywhere in the media
And you know, even if he turns out to be innocent in this regard, I'll say this. I'm not going to apologize, or even more so I have my opinion for the better in relation to him.
Even if you do not take into account the possible involvement in this kind of thing, which everyone is talking about now, Alex has too many sins, which, worse, were ignored by the ENTIRE community of this project. It was as if Alex was the messiah, whose words absolutely everyone who was part of the community had to obey, and only his feelings were defined as a beacon. The situation with the artists who draw his characters in a romantic relationship will not allow you to lie. So many people have been harassed because of this. Just because Alex can't tell himself apart from the damn character he's playing. Just because his project is "Too good" for that. Because he is " Not comfortable " and he does not want to accept the Internet the way it is. He is an infantile, tactless, selfish person who does not know how to take responsibility for his words, considers himself the navel of the earth and does not want to accept help to change himself.
Consider him a good person? Never.
If this situation surfaced and turned out to be false, it was only because Alex himself created such an atmosphere in the community. He pitted people against each other, making an innocent face, making it clear which people he did not want to see around him because they were not what he wanted them to be. As a good man, he had to accept this harmless, inescapable side of his community. But of course he didn't. It was convenient and "comfortable" for him to knock his fans into crowds so that they gnaw those who he did not like. Wonderful, of course.
Ironically, in some wrong way, I'm glad about this whole situation only because I can finally calmly criticize his terrible sides, which were previously ignored and condemned by the "elite" of this damn community.
Guilty or not, I will never consider him a good person. Only a good creator. And these are different concepts. It's time to accept it
I'm waiting for hatred in my direction for my opinion. All the worst to you.
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Tornado Warnings
Idol Song Mingi x (F)Reader
Summary: She had to tell him one way or the other, but she didn't want him to take it any other way than it really was. Who was she confronting though, at the end of it all, herself, him, or their relationship?
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: insecurities, depression, anxiety disorder
Est.Read Time: 25 min
Networks: @cromernet @k-labels
Ratings: nc-17
Banner: @cafekitsune
Song Rec: Tornado Warnings (Sabrina Carpenter)
Staring up at the ceiling she wondered if she should tell him or not. He had been sitting at his desk, hunched over, the expanse of his broad shoulders making it look extremely painful. Ever so often he'd mumble to himself, reading out a verse, shaking his head, and then scribbling it out, the room littered with paper balls. After an hour of collecting them and throwing them in the bin, she had given up and decided to read instead- that was 3 hours ago, and by now, the room looked like it belonged to a toddler.
Slamming his hand on the desk he groaned, the wood shivering under his large hand. He was frustrated, she could tell, and he could tell too, but he wasn't frustrated because of the lyrics- no that was just part of the frustration. He was frustrated because he wasn't able to pay attention to her today, spend time with her, or talk to her, even though he had invited her over today. They were supposed to be free today, which they were, which is why he called her but as soon as he saw her face he felt as if the world had stopped and his brain had begun to jumble words together for some coherency- it frustrated him how she was his source of inspiration, yet the subject of neglection.
"Mingi?" She finally decided to break the four-hour-long silence. Shit. She probably wanted to leave, she was probably tired of waiting for him, of course, she was, why wouldn't she be?
"Mingiiiiiii~" she whined, grabbing a pillow and tossing it at him, the soft material colliding with his head with an umf. Rubbing his head he turned around, staring at her, eyes filled with dread.
"Yeah- I- am almost done-"
"I want to go to a therapist."
"Sure-" he paused, confused, staring at her for a second, brows knitting together in confusion, why? Was he the reason? Did someone hurt her? Was there something she never told him-
"Mingi, if you keep making that face and zoning out, I'll beat you with a pillow."
Snorting at the threat he stood up, shaking his head before stretching his arms over his head, making him look even taller. Tilting her head up to meet his gaze she frowned, unsure if he was going to take this well or not, but the moment he jumped on the bed beside her, his action causing the whole bed to rock, a laugh wracked through her body.
He laid there on his side, facing her, head resting on his palm, elbow digging into the sheets, most of his legs dangling off the bed as he smiled at her, "Okay, no more intrusive thoughts or work, you have my full attention".
"Finally," muttering, she reached over to run her fingers through his brown, unkempt, spikes, "Look at this nest..." His eyes closed at the kind gesture, only to snap open at the latter statement, "It goes with the concept- does it not look good?"
"Of course it does."
"Then?"
"Just makes it harder for me to...." she trailed off, averting her gaze and pulling her hand back to her lap. Sitting up straight he frowned at her, reaching over to clasp her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, "Love...what is it...you- we promised to always share right?" His voice was calm but she could sense the desperation in his words, slowly pulling her closer, both now sitting cross-legged on the bed, she was glad his bed was as big as him because even with his legs folded in and back pressed against the wall, he was taking a lot of space.
"I told- I mean, you know how I said that I kind of feel off these days?"
"Yeah?"
"I've been seeing this therapist and-"
"You're going to therapy? You didn't tell me? Is everything okay? Did something happen? Wait, you want to or are you going to one?" Brows knitted together he licked his lower lip, ready for more of his interrogation, why hadn't she told him? Did he have a role in this? What was the premise of the situation, were they going to be, okay?
Raising a hand gesturing him to stop and calm down, and for herself to do the same, taking a deep breath she exhaled and gained some form of composure. "I... okay, so, I only went once, free trial kind of thing, but then, she asked me a few questions I couldn't really answer, so I stopped- its been a week so yeah..."
Nodding in return he pursed his lips in thought before muttering, "What kind of questions?"
"Relationships..." He nodded at her short response, thinking for a moment before humming, "And...that makes you feel uncomfortable?"
It wasn't like she felt uncomfortable, in fact their relationship was one of the most important and joyous highlights of her life, but it was one that she was to keep to herself, at least for some time. It's not like she didn't know this before committing to this relationship.
"I- the thing is..." She began slowly, he could tell by looking at her expressions that she was choosing her words very carefully, "I just feel like I'll be lying, so it'll make the session pointless, on the other hand, I don't want to talk about us because what of it is leaked or something else..."
Nodding he thought to himself, humming as he leaned against the wall. He understood where she was coming from, on one hand, he knew how important it was to have a clear head, a cluttered mind often leads one to some form of depression. On the other hand, he wanted to be selfish and keep her all to himself, but letting her go...would make her happy, then the question is, did he love her enough to let her go?
He took a deep breath, pulling his hand away from her, choosing to cross his arms over his chest, as if he were holding down what was bubbling within him, and began his question, trying ever so hard to ensure his voice didn't betray him, "Do you...want to" only it did, turning into a faint whisper " ...you know?"
'"What?" Confused she looked at him before noticing the way his eyes had watered, connecting the dots, only to gasp and yell, "NO YOU IDIOT!"
Grabbing the closest object, she smacked him, over and over again, lucky for him it was a pillow, "WHY WOULD I WANT THAT?" she continued, hopping off the bed, after he had jumped off, to run from her.
"I DON'T KNOW?"
"MINGI! I JUST DON'T WANT TO LIE ABOUT YOU" She threw the pillow that hit the desk, things falling off, wells he had thrown it at him, but he had ducked out of the way, "YOU GENIUS, WHY WOULD I WANT TO LEAVE YOU!" She could feel the bottled-up emotions ready to blow, all the insecurities and second thoughts, the side comments and feelings fuzzing up, ready to spill, mixed with anger and sadness. To think that he would jump to such a conclusion so quickly. Was she not there for him enough? Did she not express her love enough? Or did he not feel the same way for her- in terms of depth and intensity, perhaps he was looking for a moment, a moment he could use to finally escape from her broken form, she was basically a whole package as it is, a burden he had to hide and conceal from the world- perhaps he was tired of keeping secrets too, only unlike her, maybe he wanted to completely let go, but who was she to say no to him, who was she to cling onto him?
"WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM? IT’S NOT LIKE YOU DISCUSSED THIS WITH ME BEFORE GOING TO ONE!" He yelled back, frowning at the mess, standing a good distance from her. Okay, perhaps he was upset, not only did she never mention the therapist before, but now he felt like maybe he was the problem. Though his voice had betrayed him, choosing to side with his bottled-up frustration, doing that one thing he had never wanted to do when it came to her, yell at her, to raise his voice and put the blame on her, even though he could clearly see her façade crack, yet here he was shoving it until it shattered.
For a moment she stared at him, quietly trying to arrange her thoughts, to understand her feelings, trying to deal with the turmoil, trying to compose herself, she knew she should have consulted with him before even getting an appointment but, perhaps she was not ready for the yelling. Letting out a frustrated sigh and closing his eyes, he rubbed his face, trying to calm down, to block out all the noise running around in his head. He didn't mean for it to get out of hand, especially not like this.
"I..." she began, only to sigh and shake her head, "Never mind, please forget I ever mentioned it." Walking over to the things that had fallen off his desk, picked up each item, and lined them up neatly against the wall. She could pretend this never happened, that therapy never happened, that her feelings getting the best of her never happened, the feeling of being choked by her own thoughts never happened- not because he had yelled at her, no, but because of the fear of losing him, she’d rather watch herself slowly crumble away than to lose him like this. A toxic trait, it really is, she could now see what the therapist had meant when she told her ‘You must love yourself first before being able to love someone else’, but how could she just let him go? When he had always been there for her, and for once when he couldn’t help her, what was she to do? Leave him- perhaps that would have been better for him, but maybe, just maybe, the jealous little insecure girl in her wanted to hold onto him as long as she could.
"Mingi?" his eyes snapped open at her soft tone, meeting her meek gaze she patted the bed, "Why don't you lie down for a while, I'll order something to eat-"
"Why are- " he corrected himself, "were, you seeing a therapist? " Cutting her off, he stood there on the same spot. Watching her sigh as she sat down on the place she had cleared for him, staring at her lap, "Because...I just...sometimes I feel things...Mingi and I can't understand them and it's like I'm being choked by my thoughts."
His gaze softened at the confession, sighing as he walked to her, taking a seat next to her, he pulled her into his side, arm wrapped around her shoulders, "I- do you feel like that because of me? Because of us- I mean I'd understand because we have to hide our relationship." his words were soft, but she could sense the desperation. Leaning onto him she shook her head, reaching for his free hand, as she began to play with his fingers.
"Never," whispered she clasping her smaller hand in his much larger one, "It was and will never be you- you, this relationship, us, this is the highlight of my life." A smile grew on his face at her words, pulling her closer, if that were even possible.
"But" she pulled away, much to his disappointment, “The thing is, if I lie in therapy, then I won't get a proper diagnosis" She paused staring up at him. Silently nodding he scrunched his nose, trying to push up his glasses without letting go of her hand. An extremely inefficient way, but he didn't want to ruin the moment, maintaining eye contact right now was vital. He knew when she looked up at him like that, she'd be hinting at him to process her words instead of reacting. The way her eyebrows were slightly raised, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, ready for her tongue to roll off the next list of words.
"But?"
Reaching with her free hand she slowly pushed his glasses up, sliding them up the tip of his nose to the bridge, "I don't want to lie about you, I can't pretend you don't exist. How can I say I am single? Forget our relationship for an hour I spend there, skip through the pages of our days spent together, like a chapter pulled out by the editor at the last moment." pulling her hand away she sighed, laying back down on this soft bedding, legs dangling off, arms folded above her tummy as she looked up at the ceiling- it would've been impossible to confess her insecurities and fears while looking right at him. The innocent face he'd make, pouting at her like a child, slowly processing her words.
"How do I lie about you in that office, then come back out pretending I never did such a thing, how do I get back to the rhythm without missing a step?"
Mingi let her pull away, knowing she needed a bit of space, he did do- more than often. So, he sat there, staring ahead, but his attention was solely on her words, patiently waiting for her.
"Even if I convince the doc you don't exist, does this mean I'll end up convincing myself that too- or worse, what if I end up convincing you that I- we, no longer exist."
She had no idea when she had begun to cry, not even a memory of when her vision had turned blurry, but a hand reached up to furiously wipe away the leaking emotions, the guilt that had begun to choke her soul, with a grip so tight and strong that it scared her.
"The worst part is, that you're not even the problem, you aren't the reason for my trip, but factors in my life I cannot control. My family, apparent friends, and this pressure- sometimes I just text you at night, knowing you're asleep, knowing you're tired, knowing you won't reply instantly- but you're like the light at the end of the tunnel, and I can't help but reach out for it when I'm being pulled back into my pit and-" she paused when she felt the bed shake, sitting up on her elbows she noticed his trembling shoulders.
"Min... are you okay?" sitting up, placing a hand on his shoulder, she gave it a light squeeze. "I just...the reason why I walked out was because she asked me if I had anyone around me, I could rely on with my eyes closed. And Mingi...I sat there, staring at her face like an idiot, how could I tell her, the person I blindly rely on is the goofy, giant, artist- I came to know about another idol whose doctor exposed him and well, I can't risk that, but I don't want you to have a partner that's not emotionally fit...you deserve the world Mingi, you deserve to be with someone who will love you as much as you love me, you have a big heart Mingi- I…I don’t I’m selfish, even though I know you deserve all that, I can’t let you go, and I’m not really sorry for that…I-" With a slight pause she pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trying to control it all, for the sake of it, for him, she whispered, “I can’t lose you.”
When she got no response from him, she moved closer, shaking him a bit, "Mingi?" she leaned closer only for him to turn away whining as he let out a choked, "Don't, Yunho says I look ugly when I cry."
She couldn't help but snort at that statement causing him to frown and turn to glare at her. Unfortunately, his red, puffy eyes and trembling lower lip made it too difficult for her to take him seriously as she gushed over him, "Awww don't cry -"
"You're an insufferable woman," he pushed her hands off as she wrestled to not move them, her laugh resonating across the room.
"What? you look cute!" she tried to pull him closer as his large palm pressed against her cheek, trying to push her away, "You’re a masochist, you can't say such things and then laugh! You do need mental help!" he half cried; half yelled in protest trying to not ruin his "cool" image any further.
Their little banter was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by its opening a bit as a head poked in, "Hey, sorry to bother you, but are you guys okay-" Seonghwa paused at the sight before him.
With one hand she was pulling on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, while her other hand was gripping the leg of his track pants. His eyes scanned the other idiot, whose palm was squished against his girlfriend's face, fingers covering half the side as if he was trying to push her away, while his other hand, arm extended completely, was gripping onto the edge of the bed like he was trying to escape. He noticed their puffy eyes and tousled hair, but he was so confused.
Seonghwa had been asked by Yunho to go check on Mingi. He was in his room when he heard the younger one yell, followed by a few things falling on the ground. He knew Mingi well enough to know he wouldn't do something stupid, but he also knew that the idiot had no control over his tongue when he was emotional. However, this was not what he was expecting to see.
"uhh... never mind."
The door closed as the two exchanged a look and burst out laughing, Seonghwa who was on the other side of the door shook his head and walked away, leaving them be.
She was too busy laughing to realise when he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight as she wheezed. Her face was buried in his neck, giggling against him. He let out a sigh, letting the silence envelop them both for a while, her body still pressed against his, arms not budging an inch, both of them lying on the soft bed. The sound of their calm breathing, mixed with the low buzz of the air conditioner had almost lulled her to sleep, his warmth wasn't helping her either. Just as her brain was about to slow down to neutral, she was violently shaken awake, "Excuse me, don't you sleep on me."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU~" whining she pulled away only to almost fall off the bed until he pulled her closer. "I'm sorry for yelling at you." he smiled at her, when she placed a soft hand on his cheek, pinching it, "I'm not upset Mingi."
"You know Hongjoong is a great person to talk to" he suggested but stopped when he saw the face she was making, "what?" he asked, placing a limp arm on her waist.
"You realise he once advised me to put laxatives in your juice when you pranked me on my birthday."
"WHAT-" He gasped sitting up, "SO IT WAS HIM?"
"So, I think I should just stick to talking about my problems with you." she sighed, laying on her back and closing her eyes, "After a nap though- and you treat me with a nice meal, after ...that," she mumbled, feeling the fatigue left by the rush of various emotions. A few seconds had passed and she was almost asleep, her reflexes slowing down. She was almost asleep until she felt something soft press against her lips for a quick second before she was enveloped by extreme warmth, which could only be him pulling her closer, ignoring the problems and insecurities of the world for a few hours- just the two of them together, alone, peacefully happy in their dreams.
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Ok......So, the new HB episode is out, how unexpected for me. I apologize to my fellow readers for not reviewing the previous episode, but I was so tired and busy, having to deal with a lot of work. The cat must have got my tongue when I saw the dildo scene, I'm sorry. And what can I say......Actually, this episode is the best one in the 2 season at this moment. I mean, at least it wasn't that cringe and plot ruining as the other ones.
The animation looks pretty good in action scenes(and not so good in other, especially when some characters speak). The backgrounds look good, and I somewhat like the fact that the Sloth Ring is pink. Looks so sweet, bubblegum and cotton candy-like. But the floating pieces of ground are very cliche for a fantasy world. Also I think there were too many sound effects, when sometimes it feels like there's a lack of them. In principle, everything is as always. Stolas is a damsel in distress again, Moxxie and Millie are boring, Stella is evil(and extremely stupid for some reason), Blitzo is loud and annoying and spits cuss words every second because the authors think it's funny. Also Loona just...... didn't speak in this ep at all. No words. Don't know if it's good or not. The plotline of her going to doctor and being afraid of shots is pretty boring, tbh. I still have no idea why hellhounds are treated like some pets in this universe when they're competent and sensible beings. Also, I don't know if anyone told that or this is just me, but I absolutely hate the idea of putting fucking westerns in "Hell". I know Vivzie isn't so original and her universe is super bland and uninteresting, but shit, westerns just don't stick in the setting of Hell at all, it's not that vibe and it looks ridiculous. And that's not because I don't like westerns. Striker's song felt absolutely redundant, and Striker himself seems....unnatural? Seems like Vivzie made him that masculine bigot guy who's bigheaded and is obsessed with having a huge cock(because dicks are funny according to the writers). They have finally showed Andrealphus, Stella's brother, and there's nothing interesting about him to say. I'm just glad they didn't make him a stereotypical gay. Knowing Vivzie's "rep" and how feminine he looks, it would be predictable. As I've said before, he looks like a shameless Elsa ripoff, as his blue ice castle(covered with red fucking sky, god, these palette choices burn out my eyes). I've heard some controversial and suspicious stuff considering him and Stella(more precisely, someone says that originally they were going to have incestuous relationship). Not sure if it's true, and I do hope that Vivzie won't go so far in making Stella an unredeemable villain.
I didn't see anything "weird" or vulgar in their conversation, it felt like puerility. I like to imagine that their relationship is like a niminy-piminy brother always cheering up and complimenting his little sis because he can. I've seen some cartoons with a similar character dynamic and a certain part of their fandoms found indecent connotation in this, and that's their problems in their depravity. And yeah, I know that my thoughts aren't true and they obviously have a manipulative relationship. Andre straight up insulted Stella and manipulated her, btw. If Viv really wanna do them having incest - fine, another reason to quit watching this show. But something tells me that she won't dare to lose a bunch of fans and be yet again cancelled in social networks.
Summing up, this episode was pretty good by the standards of the season and bad by the standards of..... something qualitative I guess? Viv still hasn't learned how to separate drama from comedy, which makes it difficult, no, impossible to feel Stolas' sad shit. This character is one of my personal winners in the list of the most repulsive and annoying creatures and him always being sex crazed about Blitzo pisses me off. How the hell are we supposed to take him seriously if all he wants is a dick? The rest of the time he whines about how unhappy he is and pretends to care about his daughter. Season 2 continues to look like terrible Wattpad fanfiction and it discourages from watching this series. It's not even fun to hate or criticize it anymore, it's just......Ehh.
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The Forbidden*
Summary: Harry is your stepbrother and from the first moment you two met there’s been an intense attraction that you’ve been unable to deny. This story follows you and Harry from 22 years old to 28 years old. Life and outside opinion get in the way of you and Harry ever really being able to be happy together in the way you both want.
Pairing: artist!reader + musician!harry
A/N & Warnings: this will be a multi part short series (short for me). This is stepbrother!harry and reader mc so if you aren’t into that this series won’t be for you. Warnings include lots smut, lots of angst, mentions of drug use and inebriation by alcohol, cheating, NSFW, 18+ only (comprehensive list for all parts - I may add to this in the future). 6.8k words
Part 1 🍷 First Impressions 🍷
When your dad asked his girlfriend, Anne to marry him, you were beyond excited for them. Anne was a lovely, independent woman with a kind heart and she never took herself too seriously. You’d spent a little time with both Anne and your dad when you had time.
As a 22 year old struggling artist, though, it wasn’t always convenient to take the weekend to spend time with your dad anymore. The weekends were when you worked the most. You worked part time during the week as an administrative assistant so you could pay rent and buy groceries but your spare time was spent creating art, getting your pieces into local galleries, networking to get your name out there, and offering your services for commission.
You knew Anne had a son named Harry who was also a struggling artist. He was the front-man for a popular local band called Harry and the Humans. His band did alright, you’d heard. They’d get booked on the weekends at various venues and would travel on occasion to places outside of LA. You only knew about Harry what Anne shared with you.
After months of your dad asking you when you had a free night to meet Harry, and you assume the same was done with Harry on Anne’s end, the stars aligned and the four of you would finally all be together. Your dad and Anne really wanted you and Harry to meet before the wedding, which was only six months away. It was understandable really.
It was a Friday night and you’d all be staying over at your dad’s house, now also Anne’s as she recently moved all the rest of her things in. Your dad had a four bedroom house that could easily accommodate everyone. This was the house you grew up in. So, you’d be staying in your childhood bedroom, which hasn’t changed a bit since you’d moved out at 19.
You’d gotten off work at 3 pm and went directly to your apartment to shower and get yourself ready for a night away from your canvases. With an overnight bag packed and wearing your favorite overalls and crop top, you made the thirty minute drive to North Hollywood.
You parked your car on the street in front of the house because the driveway had two cars occupying it (your dad’s and Anne’s).
You didn’t bother knocking because it still felt like home to you. You walked through the front door, “I’m here!!” You sang out before closing the door behind you. You could hear chatter and then your dad’s voice followed by heavy footsteps coming around the corner. Your dad greeted you with his warm smile and brought you in for a hug.
“Hey sweetie. I’m so glad you could make it.” Your dad pulls away and right behind him was Anne, waiting her turn to be hugged. After greeting the two you’re wondering if Harry’s arrived yet as you don’t see or hear another person.
Anne speaks up as you all walk into the kitchen where dinner is being made, “Harry will be coming later. Hopefully before we start eating but he wasn’t sure how long he’d be. He’s stuck in traffic coming back from Bakersfield, and well,” she laughed and rolled her eyes, “poor planning to top it off. So, he’ll be late. It’s pretty much par for the course with him. He’s terrible at planning and showing up on time. Always has been.”
The three of you finished putting everything together for dinner and have opened your second bottle of wine. Music is playing around the kitchen and you’re feeling relaxed and happy to be back home.
You and your dad put the food on the dining table and Anne changes the music playlist before you all sit down and begin to eat. Anne insisted everyone start eating because she didn’t want the food to get cold.
Ten minutes into dinner there's a knock at the front door and then the doorbell chimes. Anne hops up first and then you and your dad follow behind.
When Anne opens the door she launches herself at the tall man who must be Harry and wraps her arms around his middle, “Harry! My boy! You must come in to eat! We’ve just started.” She pulls him through the threshold and that’s when you get a good look at him. He’s got tattoos up his left arm and long brown curly hair, light green eyes and his smile nearly made your knees give out.
You dad gives him a side hug and a pat on his chest and Harry returns the chest pat to your dad but then his eyes are on you and you move forward to hold a hand out to shake. Harry looks down at your hand and then laughs when he puts his hand out as well, “A handshake. How nice.” He says as his hand envelopes yours and he winks at you. You chuckle, not really knowing how to respond to his comment. Should you have assumed he would want a hug?
When the four of you are all back in the dining room and Harry has filled his plate, he begins to talk and he’s apologizing for being so late as he pours a glass of wine for himself.
“S’my fault. Thought we’d have more time to get back into the city. I fucked up that one.” He looks over at you and grins. You begin to sweat.
Anne swats at the air toward Harry, “Language…” everyone laughs.
The dinner was pretty nice and conversation flowed well. You and Harry shared a few things and comments about yourselves as a way to get to know one another better. But you found yourself less relaxed in Harry’s presence. Before he’d arrived you were really feeling at peace but Harry changed everything. There was a tension in the air and you didn’t know if anyone else felt it but you.
You were aware that you found him so attractive that you were floundering with how to act around him. This was pretty normal for you, to not know how to act around an attractive guy. The issue here was, though, that Harry would soon be your step brother. Your attraction to him needed to be squashed immediately. So your default was to act even more weird and nervous around him. Because of course it was.
When you all had cleared the table cleaned up the kitchen you settled into the living room. There was no real plan for the night once dinner was done. So, you relaxed into your spots and open up another bottle of wine.
Your dad began talking about you as a little girl and told some funny, and some embarrassing stories about you and you felt Harry’s eyes on you from time to time. Your dad and Anne sat on the love seat near the fireplace and you Harry sat on the large couch at opposite ends. You sat with your legs tucked under you and didn’t allow yourself to look at Harry unless it was necessary (like if he was speaking or you were speaking to one another).
Then Anne shared some stories about Harry. The night was truly a nice one. If anyone were to be looking in on you four no one would have known the turmoil you were in. How tense you were feeling. How your thighs were aching from the sound of his voice alone.
At 10 pm your dad and Anne announced they were tired and would see you and Harry in the morning.
With the TV on and a half bottle of wine left on the coffee table you decided to stay up a little longer.
“Do you have any pictures of your artwork?” Harry asks you as he stands to refill your glasses, emptying the bottle.
You sit up straight and watch the bottle in his hand, not allowing yourself too much eye contact, “Uh, yeah. I do actually. I have an Instagram and that’s where I post most of my pieces.”
“Well, could I see? If you don’t mind.” He shifts on feet.
“S… sure! Let me just…” you get up to grab your cellphone so you can pull your Instagram up. Harry holds a finger to you as he takes the bottle into the kitchen. When he returns to the living room he sits right next to you on the couch so he can look at your Instagram page with you.
You show him some of your newer works and he seems impressed but you never assume anyone really likes your work. It’s always easier for people to just compliment your talent and say nice things than it is for them to say, “It’s not my thing.”
Harry leans forward and lifts his hips as he pulls his phone out of his back pocket and brings up his own Instagram page, where he searches for you and then follows you. You immediately follow him back and start looking through his posts and begin watching a video that was posted a year ago of him and his band at a local bar playing. It’s hard to get good sound from the recording that was sent to Harry’s phone but his band does sound pretty good.
Suddenly, Harry puts his large hand over your phone and pushes it down toward your lap, “Enough of that.” He laughs. You lock your phone and lean forward to place it on the coffee table where you then grab your glass of wine and lean back into a comfortable position but you're hyper aware of Harry’s nearness. He’s still sitting right next to you. Right next to you.
“You’ll have to come see my band some time. We sound better in person. That recording is shit.” Harry re situates himself so his arm is draped along the back of the couch behind you and you actually think you’re going to have an orgasm from the nearness alone. God you must be hard up.
You laugh nervously and look over at Harry as he sips his wine, “For sure. Would be fun.” You look back to your glass of wine and take a gulp. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you but you keep your face forward and look at the TV.
“Do you want to watch something else on TV, or?” Your sentence trailed off as you brought your gaze back to Harry and he was grinning playfully at you.
“Or? What? What else would we do, hmm?” He asked you in jest and nudged at your neck with his fingers brushing over your skin and you nearly ended yourself by choking on your wine at the contact of his finger on the skin of your neck.
You began coughing and sputtering as you gasped for air and cursed yourself for breathing in a gasp at Harry’s innocent touch at the moment you were swallowing a gulp of wine. He had no idea the thoughts swirling in your mind about his ringed fingers, his light green eyes on yours, the feel of his fingers gently brushing at your neck, his cologne…
Harry gently patted at your back and rubbed as you coughed and gasped for an embarrassingly long time. His hand dragging over your back was not helping keep your thoughts about him contained especially because his warm fingers and rings were coming into contact with your skin not covered by your crop top and overalls.
“Y’alright there, sis?” Harry chuckled and you whipped your head to look at him. Sis? You laughed and shook your head before looking back down to your lap which was now splattered with droplets of red wine that you’d coughed out.
“I’m fine. Just went down the wrong hole.” You move to stand but Harry stops you by grabbing your arm and pulling you back to sitting.
“Let me get you a towel. Here.” He’s holding your wine glass out to you. He must have taken it while you were dramatically hacking like an idiot. Harry gets up and you breathe in. You need to fucking calm down.
Harry returns thirty seconds later with a towel as promised and sits next to you again, handing you the cloth.
You mumble thanks to him and roll your eyes at yourself. Harry got comfortable in his spot, crossing an ankle over his knee, angled toward you and your heartbeat picked up. His presence was not giving your hormones a break.
“So, back to what we were talking about… what do you want? Watch something else or do something? I’m a night owl myself. I’d suggest going out to a bar or something but I’ve probably just passed my limit on alcohol so I can’t drive.”
You toss the towel onto coffee table and lean back into the couch. Harry is looking at you, awaiting an answer and you force yourself to look back at him because that’s more polite than continuing to look straight ahead at the TV.
You gulp hard and force a smile onto your face, hoping you appear normal and confident, “Yeah, I’m usually up until like 3 in the morning painting. Uh, and I also can’t drive because I’ve probably had the equivalent of an entire bottle of wine tonight. So… uhh…” you forgot what you were even supposed to be answering and your mind went blank as you forced your eyes to remain on his. His sincere and solid gaze had scrambled your brains.
Harry’s grinning at you once again and he cocks his head, “Are you okay?” He brought his lips into his mouth to hide his grin from growing wider and you couldn’t help it when you watched his mouth and his lips and then his tongue when he licked his lips.
When you just sat in a daze Harry brushed his fingers over your neck again and hummed. You closed your eyes because you were spiraling and you could feel yourself losing your good senses.
“Hey. Look at me. Come on…” Harry nudged at your chin and you pop your eyes open to comply with his request.
He looked at you for a moment before speaking, “Can I tell you a secret?” His fingers brushing feather-like contact on your neck.
You nod and breathe out hard through your nose as your stomach involuntarily clenches. At this point you just had no control over how you reacted or responded to Harry.
Harry leans in a few inches so his pant-clad thigh is brushed up against yours, “I think you’re cute and that’s a problem. Isn’t it? Cause I think you feel the same about me.” Your mouth parts at his admission and his correct identification of your own feelings.
You swallow again before you squeak out a breathy response, “Really? Uhh…” you feel like you’ll pass out. Or die maybe.
Harry continues, realizing he’s not going to get much out of you, “I mean, I guess we’re not technically step brother and sister yet. So, it doesn’t need to be problem quite yet. Does it?” He nudged more solidly at your neck. He’s looking for an answer, a response from you, confirming his confession.
You look at him and he’s so close and the way he’s looking at you causes an immediate gush of warmth into your cotton panties.
You laugh nervously and carefully choose your words, “Yeah, I… but it is still problem because your mom and my dad…” and that was what your brain had carefully planned as a response, you cringe in embarrassment.
Harry doesn’t stop his fingers dragging over your neck, but he does increase the pressure slightly, making it very clear that he wants you to know that he is touching you on purpose.
“We’ve got, what? Six months? Six months before they’re married and we’re considered step siblings. Hmm?” He squeezes at your skin, his fingers now wrapped around the back of your neck. Another warm gush absorbing into the fabric covering the space between your thighs.
You don’t know how it happened because you blacked out for a moment or something. Was it you who moved your lips onto his or did he make the first move? Either way your lips pressed together and slowly closed around his soft lips. You were kissing your soon-to-be step brother and you liked it.
Harry’s one hand remained at the back of your neck and his other hand cupped your face, keeping your lips pulled into his as he deepened the kiss.
When he sucked your tongue into his mouth you whimpered and he backed away, separating your wet lips, “Let’s go upstairs. Don’t want to the parents to walk in on their kids making out.” Harry laughed out and helped to pull you up off the couch.
You led the way to your room for no reason other than because it was furthest from your dad’s room. You opened your door and Harry followed you in. After sliding the lock into place on your door you turned to face Harry and he was looking all around your room. You had your old artwork all over the walls, with a sprinkling of band posters in between. Your bed was a twin size pushed against the wall near the window that looked out over the street.
Harry turned to look at you and shook his head. “Why’re so you fucking nervous? It’s just me, your brother.” Harry grinned wide and laughed at his dumb joke as you rolled your eyes.
“I’m about to kick you out.” You put your hands on your hips. You were suddenly feeling a little better, a little more like yourself with the bit of distance from Harry. Plus the last glass of wine was working it’s way into your blood stream.
Harry closed the space between you two and put his hands at your hips and dipped his head down to yours, “But you won’t. You want me here in your childhood bedroom.” Harry smiled.
You chuckled and remained still, letting him grasp at your hips and letting him keep his face inches from yours. And he was right. You wouldn’t kick him out.
So, you reached your hands up over his shoulders and brought him in to you where your lips could meet again and continue where you’d left off. It was immediately frantic and sloppy. Harry licked into your mouth and you flattened your tongue for him as you closed your lips over his tongue. Harry groaned and gripped you tighter, effectively pressing your body into his.
When you thought your legs would give out you parted yourself from him and pulled him to your bed. Harry climbed over you and pressed you into your mattress and gave you a peck before holding himself back up over you.
“So, sis…” he breathed out a laugh from his nose as you shoved at his chest for calling you sis, “… don’t know how far you want to go, and I don’t want to assume anything, but I don’t have condoms with me. I can still make you feel good, though.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and then dipped down to kiss you again. You grabbed onto him and pulled him down over you.
Of course you didn’t have condoms either. Intercourse would be off the table tonight. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to enjoy the things you could do with one another.
Harry pushed himself away and looked down at you, his hair falling around his face and he lifted his eyebrows at you in question.
You brought your elbows back so you could lean up and smiled, “That’s okay. There are other things we can do.” You scooted yourself out from under him and undid your overall buttons and let the jean straps fall behind your back and the front bib down your front. Then you hastily took off your top, forgetting you weren’t wearing a bra until you put your finger in the bottom hem of your shirt and felt nothing underneath.
But you had already made the motion and since Harry began to follow your lead and removed his own shirt you felt you had to continue with the task at hand, bra or no bra. It should have come as no surprise when Harry sucked in a sharp breath at the sight before him. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he let his gaze drift over your torso and focus in on your tits. But seeing Harry's bare chest gave you a similar reaction. He had more tattoos over his chest and stomach and his body was fit, well toned.
Harry quickly stood up as began unbuttoning his pants and it was then you noticed the thick bulge stuffed into the front of his jeans. He dragged them down his legs as you kneed yourself up to let the material of your overalls drop down your body. You kicked them off and you two were finally only left in your underwear. Harry in grey briefs with a healthy erection pushing at the fabric, and you in white panties with fruit patterns all over.
Harry quickly climbed back onto the bed and grasped your face so he could kiss you. You and Harry were both knelt facing one another, knees digging into your violet comforter, bodies pressed together. You could feel Harry’s dick like this and it increased the wetness between your legs, knowing you had turned him on enough to be so hard like he was.
Harry slid his hands down from your face and over your sides, down to your hips. He parted his lips from yours and took another good look at you and then brought his attention back to your eyes.
Harry’s dilated pupils searched your face before he spoke, “Can I try eating you out? Only have done in a few times but I really like doing it.”
You had never been eaten out before. You’d been fingered and had done other stuff, but never been eaten out. You weren’t a virgin but you were still quite a novice when it came to anything sexual. And orgasms were something only achieved in the privacy of your own bedroom all by yourself.
You nodded, “Sure. I’ve never been…” you look away for a moment, feeling your face burn hot, “uh…” and then you bring your eyes back to Harry’s and he’s smiling softly at you and it makes you feel safe, “but you can if you want. Sorry if it’s gross…”
Harry grasps at your chin and smacks his lips over yours before speaking, “It won’t be gross. Now, can I have you lay down and I’ll take my time with you first? Maybe use my fingers too if that’s okay?”
You plop down onto your bottom and lay back with your hands over your face. You feel so exposed in this position and you do want whatever Harry’s going to do but it’s still embarrassing for you to be almost completely naked before him.
Harry gently grasps at your wrists and moves your hands away from your face. He’s grinning sweetly at you. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re fucking fine as hell. Look at you.” Harry moves his gaze down your body before looking back at you, “Are you a virgin? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
You sit up and shake your head quickly, “No! Just not a lot of experience.” You laugh and then lie back for him again. Harry smiles and crawls back over you and begins softly kissing your lips before bringing his mouth down over your jawline and sponging wet, hot kisses down your neck and toward your breasts. He kisses light, open mouthed pecks around the soft parts of your breasts and looks up at you as he moves toward a nipple with his lips. You place a hand in his hair and watch him work your nipples and he looks back up at you frequently while doing so. You couldn’t help the noises that were falling from your lips.
Harry smirks as he looks up to you, “You really like this don’t you? I can tell but you need to try and keep it down a little. Don’t want Mummy and Daddy to hear.” He chuckles at his tease and you try to push at him, but Harry’s not budging and you’re pretty much pinned down by him.
“Stop saying shit like that, Harry!” You whisper-shout and he dips back down to kiss you with a quick peck.
“M’just fuckin with you. But it is kind of a turn on when you think about it. Forbidden, taboo, totally depraved… Mmm… makes this feel extra hot.” He pushes his mouth to yours and laps at your lips and you can’t argue with him. It is hot.
Harry begins to lower himself over you again and he licks and sucks and kisses over your burning skin. The saliva left behind on your tummy cools you down a little but when he’s lowered himself to your hips you lift your neck to watch him. You were concerned about how you might smell or taste. Harry groaned when he placed his hands on the swell of your thighs and kissed over your panties. He dug his nose into your cotton covered mound and groaned deeply.
You were so wet and so turned on, more than anyone had ever gotten you before. Harry lifted his head to speak, “Y’already smell so good. Is it alright if I take off your cute little panties?” He’s already putting his fingers into the elastic waist of your panties and you’re nodding, “Yes. It’s okay.”
You drop your head back down to the bed and can feel as he pulls the material down and you lift your hips to help him expose your most intimate parts to him. Harry lets out a breathy groan as he sees your pussy totally drenched and ready for him. He knows that if he had a condom he could probably slide himself in nicely right now.
Harry returns to his position between your legs and lowers himself. He kisses over your thighs and licks upward to the crease where your thigh and hip meet. Harry looks up at you again, “Gonna touch you and taste you now, m’kay?” He looks back down to your cunt like he’s a hungry man and his favorite dish has been placed before him.
“Okay, Harry.” You whisper. It’s hard to think clearly because you know what’s about to happen and your nervous but excited to know what it feels like.
Harry grunts as he takes his index finger through your labia. Warm, slick, ready… He very gently rubs over your clit and you gasp. You grab one of your pillows and stuff it under your neck so you can watch Harry with his ringed fingers working over your clit as he licks his lips. It feels so good but he’s only teasing you with the gentle touches.
Harry takes his time, running his fingers around your folds and up over and around your clit before he finally sticks two fingers inside of you. You drop your mouth open and your breathing begins to pick up when you feel the pressure of his fingers moving into you and then curling upward like he’s trying to scratch your itch. He looks up at you with a cocky smirk before lowering his mouth onto you. He starts out kissing softly over your clit, then he uses his tongue to swirl patterns around it. You whimper quietly and then he picks up the pace.
When he’s sucking on you and brings your clit into his mouth, swiping his tongue down hard you moan a little too loudly. Fuck it felt so good. You never realized how nasty and sexy it was. Harry’s cheeks and nose had a sheen on it from your arousal you noticed when he lifted his head up to give you a look of warning about how loud you were being.
You tried. You really did, but having Harry’s mouth on your cunt felt… historic, religious, curative, and impossible. This wasn’t anything you’d ever experienced and having Harry doing it to you.. well, your moaning was reflexive, not intentional.
Harry squeezed at your thigh tightly with his free hand and looked up at you before moving his hand up your body and to your mouth. He lifted his head further to speak, his lips and chin shiny, “Told ya to keep quiet. This will help, open up.” He tilts his chin upward to you and you pop your lips apart, allowing Harry to stuff three fingers inside. “There we go, now suck on them while I finish up down here, maybe having something in your mouth will help keep you quiet.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Everything was now even more intense with Harry’s fingers in your mouth. You were going to lose your mind. Harry’s fingers inside of you, his lips on your soft, wet clit, another set of fingers in your mouth, which you sucked on diligently. Your moans were muffled now but you tried even harder to keep quiet.
Harry worked on you for a bit more and you began to float. You were breathing out hard through your nose and doing a good job of keeping quiet. The only other sounds that could be heard were of Harry’s mouth and tongue licking and sucking and the wet rhythm of his fingers sliding into your drenched little hole.
Harry looked up at you and you could see his brows furrow and then he lifted his head to speak, “Fuck this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You look so good like that sucking on my fingers while my face is buried in your cunt.” He kept his eyes on you as he lowered his lips back to your clit and dug in further.
With one hand you held onto his wrist as you sucked his fingers, and with your other hand you wove your fingers through his hair and held him closer to you. You were so close to your orgasm and it was a surprise to you. Harry was really good despite having said that he’d only done it a few times, but you could certainly tell he enjoyed doing it.
When you began to tip you felt your thighs quiver and your skin burned to a thousand degree. You closed your eyes and focused on sucking on Harry’s fingers and keeping quiet but you were knocked into a primal state of consciousness. You only knew what was happening to your body and it felt too good to deny yourself the pleasure of using your voice as you moaned and whined.
Harry continued thrusting his fingers into your pussy as you were experiencing the peak of your orgasm but he lifted his mouth from you and you could hear him chuckling as he shushed you, shh, shh, shh! He removed his fingers from your mouth and then just completely covered your mouth with his palm. He lowered his lips back to your clit to work you through.
You were heaving in breaths in and out of your nose and when you’d finally come down you pushed Harry’s head back so he would release from you.
Harry removed his fingers from your pussy and his palm from your mouth as he sat up and rubbed over your thighs gently. He sat and just watched as you calmed down.
When you started to feel slightly embarrassed again, as Harry was just looking at you while you lie before him completely naked, you sat up by your elbows and drew your legs in to close your thighs.
“Uh, can I? Like…” you’re eyes shot down toward his crotch as you licked your lips and brought your eyes back to his, “give you a blow job so you can come too?”
Harry’s face scrunched up and a small whine fell from his throat. He crawled to you and grasped the back of your head and pressed his lips to yours before speaking, “Fuck. Why do you look so innocent saying something so dirty?”
You let out a small laugh in embarrassment and sat up further so you could take care of Harry, if he wanted it, but you had a good feeling that he did. “Just want to return the favor, I’d like to.” You sat up to your knees and Harry was shaking his head as he sat back and scooted his back to your head board.
“It’s fucking too bad you’re gonna be my step sister. You’re so cute and so sweet.” He reaches out to you and wraps his palm around your forearm and pulls you to him. When you’re close enough for him to wrap his other arm around your waist he drags you into his lap so your straddling him, your thighs over his, center pressed into his. Harry brings his hands down your thighs and smooths his palms over them, “Have you ever given anyone a blow job?”
You shook you’re head, “Like, I’ve licked a penis once but never a full on blowie.” You bite your lip feeling so inadequate. You feel like Harry is way out of your league.
Harry closes his eyes and pulls his lips into his mouth when you rock your hips over Harry. You were mostly trying to settle down into his lap more comfortably but the feeling of his cock nudging into your center was inviting. Given how thick he felt under you, it was obvious Harry was well hung.
Harry grasped onto your hips and moved you over him again. Your naked, wet pussy rubbing over his thick, fabric covered cock was doing things to you. You grasped onto his shoulders as he spoke, “So, I just took your cunnilingus virginity, and now you want me to take your blow job virginity?” Harry nuzzled his nose against yours and brought his lips over yours, kissing softly. You both began rocking your hips into one another, dry humping.
Harry let out a shaky breath after parting his lips from yours, “Let’s do something else. Maybe I could take my briefs off and we can just do this? It’ll feel really good and I’ll be able to come like this. I’ll just come on your tummy.” He keeps his eyes on yours, waiting for your reply.
To you, that sounded perfect. You’d be able to really feel him but without him being inside you, and with how wet you were it wouldn’t take much work to make Harry come.
You nodded, “That sounds good.”
You leaned back as Harry quickly got rid of his briefs, tossing them to the floor, before dragging you back into his lap with your wet pussy smothering his hard cock. And he was certainly of impressive size.
You began shifting your hips up and down, getting him nice and wet with your arousal. Harry helped guide you by holding at your hips.
It was slippery and warm and your clit was in constant contact with Harry’s thick length. You looked down between you two and could see Harry’s stocky head peek up from your labia every time he thrust upward. Your rhythm naturally increased as you were now both getting into it and it was slick and much easier to glide over him.
Harry gasped and then bit his lip to keep himself quiet but the sound of your bed squeaking and the noise of your bodies moving together, slicked by your arousal, couldn’t be hidden. It sounded like people having sex even without the moaning.
“You feel so good on me like this. Gonna dream about your little, wet cunt til I’m an old man.” Harry pressed his lips onto yours and continued thrusting his hips upward as much as he could, but most of the work was coming from your end. You were rocking over him and shifting your hips up and down, gliding your folds over his shaft.
You moved your face from Harry’s to look at him when you began feeling another orgasm wash over you. “It does feel so good, Harry. M’gonna come again, can you cover my mouth?” You keep your eyes on his and watch as he furrows his brows and groans lowly.
“Fuck, okay.” He brings a palm up to your mouth and you find that you really like your mouth being covered (or fingers stuffed in them) while you’re doing something intimate. It surprises you but with the feeling of Harry’s palm covering your mouth and his eyes on yours you find yourself coming again with what would have been a loud moan but Is just a muffled noise that hopefully cannot be heard from the hallway outside your door.
Harry begins to come too, when he can tell you’ve been knocked over the edge into your own orgasm. He bites his lip and releases all over both of your tummies. Harry feels dizzy and he’s clenching his lip so hard as his orgasm washes through his system. The squeak of your bed intensified with the two you rocking together.
When your breathing begins to even out you realize you’re leaned into Harry’s chest and he’s rubbing your back with one of his hands you sit up and look down over you both and then to his eyes. His beautiful light green eyes.
“I can go get a towel. Um…” your sentence is cut off by someone knocking on your door and then you hear your dad’s voice, “Honey? Everything okay in there?”
Your eyes widen when you look at Harry who’s looking at the door in concern.
“Yeah! M’fine.” You didn’t know what else to say. You and Harry remained still, your thighs still straddling his, Harry’s come covering your tummy, and you knew your door was locked so your dad couldn’t come in but you may need to figure something out if your dad needed more information from you about the noises. He had to have heard, otherwise why would he be up asking if you’re okay?
“Okay. Well, sounded like some noise going on in there and…” you closed your eyes as you waited for your dad to continue as he paused for a moment before continuing, “and Harry’s not in his room. Is he by chance with you in there?”
That was your cue to get up off Harry and point to your closet so Harry could hide fast. You quickly dressed yourself and pushed Harry’s close under your bed as you spoke, “Hold on dad. I was just about to come out to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed anyway.”
You unlatched the lock and opened the door to see your dad standing in his pajamas, looking exhausted. “Maybe I can help you look for him. Does he smoke? Maybe he want outside.” You lead your dad away from your door and hoped to god that the cum on your torso didn't soak through the shirt you pulled over your body in haste. You tugged up a pair of sleep shorts from your overnight bag and cringed at having to put your clean sleep shorts over yourself in your sticky state.
“That’s okay, don’t worry about it. He’s 22, think he can take care of himself. I’m sure he’s fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
You both walked down the hallway together and he squeezed at your shoulder before continuing to the end of the hall to his bedroom as you went into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and quickly wet a hand towel and cleaned yourself up so you could get back to your room to give Harry a towel as well.
You re entered your bedroom and closed the door behind you, locking the latch. You whispered to Harry as you opened up your closet, “Hey! Coast is clear.” Harry stepped out and you handed him the towel.
When Harry put his briefs back on you expected him to say goodnight and leave your room. But instead he saunters over to your bed and plops down onto it, crossing his ankles.
“Harry, what are you doing?” You sit onto the edge your bed and wait for him to respond.
“What? You’re just gonna kick me out now? Okay.” He sits up, acting dramatically put out, “Fine. I see how it is…” you turn toward him and push him back down to your mattress and breathe out a laugh when he bounces onto his back, “If you want to stay that’s fine. I just expected you to leave after.”
Harry grins at you and pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you.
“Just want to cuddle til we fall asleep. S’that okay?”
You nod your head into his chest and relax your body into his where you both fall into a heavy limbed sleep, forgetting all about the consequences of all the things you’d just done, including falling asleep together while just down the hallway from both of your parents.
Part II*
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