#sorry this is. all over the place props if you're even reading this far LOL apologies you have to see me rant a bit
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Hi may i please request swerve trying to be the human liason on the lost light's wimgmech untill they jump grab his shoulders do a pullup and smooch him.
Thank you! Hope your flights arent horrifically delayed.
Thank you for the request, and sorry for how long it took to finally get it out lol! Coincidentally my flights ended up being okay despite the hell I went through to get onto the planes.
I put a lot of thought into this request, and I wasn't entirely sure what you meant with Swerve being the reader's wingmech, so I went down this route. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it's on the shorter side. Thanks again! :D
Wingmech
Pairing: IDW Swerve x Human Liason Reader
Word Count: 2181
Summary: After noticing you are lost in love with an anonymous mech, Swerve decides to help you prepare for going after the secret crush you have.
Swerve has been watching you for a while now.
It’s not uncommon for the Lost Light’s crew to focus on you. You are, after all, the only human aboard the Cybertronian exploration ship. Though you’ve been here for months, no bot can help but find you fascinating. And Swerve? Well…he’d never admit it to anyone, but his interest in you goes well beyond mere fascination. Yes, you're small, smaller than even him. Yes, you're soft, and squishy, and adorable, and sometimes he really wants to scoop you up into his arms and kiss you right on the lips after confessing his love-
Okay. So maybe he has a bit of a crush on you. But that’s all it is! A crush that compels him to keep tabs on where you go and what you do. He’s learned about you from the various conversations he’s listened to during busy nights. He knows you adore dogs and melt at the sight of cats (What are dogs? What are cats? Like hell he knows. He isn’t particularly caught up on his Earth knowledge). He knows you like to turn in early and wake up late. He knows you aren’t exactly a party person, and sometimes being surrounded by robots three times your size is incredibly overwhelming. And following that little tidbit, he understands you don’t like coming to his bar.
So why are you here now?
He’s watching you while he makes drinks. Your little form is tucked away in a corner at one of the smaller tables reserved for minicons, hunched over a notebook, eyes focused on the pages of written material he can’t read. Even when he zooms his optics in, your writing is far too small for him to coherently pick up on from this distance. With one hand propped against your cheek and the other idly tapping a pen against your head, you look far too troubled for someone who’s currently spending time in a place where all troubles are drunken away. It makes him curious and concerned. Why would you, someone who hates large crowds and loud environments, be writing in such a place?
He needs to get to the bottom of it.
Now, he knows what someone might say about this: “Swerve, it's none of your business. Swerve, they clearly don’t want to be bothered. Swerve, eavesdropping is bad.”
Well, you know what he would say to all of that? “I’m a bartender. My business is everyone else’s business. That’s what being a bartender entails.”
So yeah, he’s snooping. But it’s all for a good cause. Being around you is worth it. He’ll always take the chance to talk to you if he can.
“Whatcha writing?” he asks when he pops up behind you with surprising stealthiness. You let out a surprised shriek and nearly jump right out of your seat. He barely catches a glimpse of your notebook’s contents before you slam it shut and cover it with your arms.
“Swerve!” you yell, fleshy human cheeks flushing a wonderful pink color (Oh, how he loves the way you blush like that. He wants to make you do it more). “Don’t scare me like that!”
“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. You humans make the cutest sounds when you're startled.” He folds his servos behind his back and leans forward a little. “I don’t see you in the bar often. A place like this isn’t really the best for writing stories, ya know.”
You sigh and slip your notebook into the knapsack you always carry around. Darn, he thinks, how will your secrets be spilled to him now? “I’m not writing stories. I’m just…doing research on something.”
“Research,” he says. “In a bar.”
“Yes. Research in a bar. Is that so hard to believe?”
He does a quick scan of your features. The blush on your cheeks has deepened to a shade of red that almost matches his paint job. You're fiddling with your knapsack and guarding that notebook with your life. Suddenly, it comes upon him like a tidal wave; his smile widens with the victorious air of someone who just won a medal. “Oh, I know what's going on here,” he says. “You've been spying on someone, haven’t you?”
Your reaction only further proves his theory. You look horrified, and the way you frantically rush to defend yourself is like a bright neon arrow pointing directly at your head. “What? No! Nonono, why would you think that?!”
He laughs. “Oh, you totally are! Your notebook is probably chock-full of evidence, amiright? Wait, don’t tell me! Let me guess!” He circles the table and plops down across from you. “Is it Ratchet? Nah, too grouchy. Cyclonus? Mm, too weird. Oh, oh! It’s Rodimus, isn’t it? It has to be Rodimus!”
“What are you talking about?” you ask him.
He leans forward and smirks. “You're in love, little one. Am I right, or am I right?”
“I-I’m not-there’s no-” You stutter for a moment longer, then get a hold of your emotions and reel them in. Sitting back and going stone-faced, you stare at him with only the color of your blush signaling what you are currently going through. “I’m not in love.”
Does it hurt to know you have a crush on someone who isn’t him? Absolutely? But telling you that would mean admitting the feelings he has for you, and no way is he doing that now. His spark aches with the sting of rejection, but he hides it well and decides messing with you will make him feel much better. “C’mon, squirt. You can’t lie to me. It’s as clear as day that someone on this ship has you smitten.”
“It’s not someone on this ship. I’m a human.”
You being a human and us being mechs means nothing. How many months have you been aboard this ship?” He counts off his digits. “Two? Three? No, it’s been five months, hasn’t it? Five months with us and your little spark has finally decided humans just don’t compare to mechs anymore. Aw, how adorable.”
You look like you want to jump across the table to snap his intake shut. Instead though, you slump back in defeat and groan, rubbing your hands across your face. “Is it really that obvious?”
“To me? Yeah. But that’s only because I’ve picked up on your reactions. Plus, the fact that you came here to jot down ‘notes’ means…” Now he gets excited. “It has to be someone in this bar.”
You regard him cautiously. “And what if it is? What will you do about it?”
He shrugs. “Nothing! My job is to pour drinks and listen to people’s woes. What kind of reputation would I be giving this fine establishment if I were to go around tattling on my loyal customers?” He taps his index digit against his dermas. Scrap, this is really going to hurt him. But he wants to see you happy. “I could help you, you know.”
“Help me?” you echo.
“Yeah, why not?” he forces himself to say with enthusiasm. “I’m always ready to help a pal! I’ll be your wingmech! How’s that sound?”
A wide smile splits across your face and you cover your mouth to muffle your giggle. “Wingmech? Seriously? That’s so cheesy, Swerve.”
By the Allspark, hearing your laughter is music to his ears. He’s envious of whoever you are crushing on. They’re one lucky mech to have someone like you chasing after them. But he swallows down his jealousy for your sake and puffs out his chassis proudly. “Cheesy or not, I’m sure I can help you woo your future sweetspark. All you gotta do is learn to use a little bit of the ol’ Swerve charm and bingo, this bot will be yours in no time. So, whattaya say? You wanna employ my humble services?”
You bite your lower lip and look down at your knapsack. “I don’t know. The Swerve charm may not exactly work on the mech I’m thinking of.”
“Aha!” He stands up and points at you. “So you admit you're in love!”
You give him a pointed look. “Alright, alright, fine, I admit it! Yes, there’s someone on this ship I really like. I’ve been writing down things he may or may not enjoy so I can come up with ways to show him that…that I want to…askhimout.” This last part comes out as a weak mutter. It’s obviously difficult for you to admit it, but oh boy is Swerve glad you have.
“So it’s a he. Hm. IIIInteresting. Mind telling me what he’s like?”
You smile. “Well, he’s outgoing. And very enthusiastic about what he does. He always has an upbeat attitude and definitely knows how to make me laugh. Some might think he’s a bit of a wise-ass though.”
Swerve chuckles. “Sounds like a real dream boat.”
“You…have no idea.” The way you say it sounds strange to him, but he doesn’t think any more of it. You drum your fingers against the table. “What…what would you do if you wanted to tell him that…that you like him?”
I wouldn’t. I’d tell you I like you and no one else. “I’d probably do something bold. Something that would really grab his attention, ya know?” He thinks. “Does he like you back?”
“Well, you see…I-I think so? I’m not sure. I talk to him a lot, but we’re…kind of different. I’m definitely not like him, but we get along. The more I hang out with him, the more these feelings grow.” You stare at your hands. “I don’t know if I should be admitting all of this.”
“No, no, it’s okay!” He’s quick to reassure you. “I want to help! Seriously! I said I’d be your wingmech, and I’m going to uphold my word! So, let’s think! You think he likes you, and you definitely like him back. He’s the extroverted type, bold and brash…so give him a show! Really show him that you want him and you to be together, and you appreciate all of the good company he’s given you since you boarded the ship. The key is to really hit him here.” He thumps his chassis. “Right in the spark. It’s all emotions, squirt! Nothing else to it!”
“Emotions, huh?” Once again, that odd look crosses you. “Do you think we could…practice?”
“Practice?”
“Yeah, like, working on what I’ll do when I finally admit my feelings to him? Would that be okay with you?”
“Oh, yes, totally!” He stands up. “C’mere, let’s go through it. Think about what you want to say, and then act it out to me.”
You stand up as well and walk over to him. Looking down, he sees just how small you are compared to him; you barely make it up to his chassis. You study him, biting your bottom lip. You look so nervous. It makes him want to be gentle.
“Don’t be shy,” he says softly. “There’s no reason to be. It’s just you and I here, yeah? No one will pay attention to us.”
You draw in a deep breath. “Okay, Okay.” Shaking out your arms, you fixate on him determinedly. “I’m not going to say anything. I’m going to do something. Is that okay?”
“Oh,” he says, a bit confused. “Sure, yeah! What are you going to do?”
You take a step back. Then, you jump forward, and he’s startled when you grab his shoulders and pull yourself up. His optics widen when you lean in and give him a short kiss. Every mechanical nerve in his body sings when he feels your lips on his, and he seems to lose control of himself, becoming nothing more than a statue.
Then, it’s over. You let him go and drop back down, taking a step back and looking at him anxiously. He stares at you, air whooshing in and out of his intake as his systems attempt to cool.
“It’s…It’s me?” he whispers.
You lower your head and nod.
He can’t talk. He can’t make a sound. It’s only for a good few seconds, but when he finally regains control of his vocalizer, he begins to laugh. And laugh. And laugh. And then he’s picking you up and spinning you around in a tight hug. “You like me!” he cries. “You like me, you like me!” He couldn’t care less if anyone else in the bar is watching this. The one he’s been crushing on for months has been crushing on him back!
You laugh along with him. “It took you this long to figure it out? I’ve been dropping hints since we started this conversation!”
“That’s why you’ve been doing research in the bar! Primus, how did I not realize it sooner?” He holds you back so he can see your brilliant smile. It makes him melt. “I can’t believe you really like me,” he whispers.
You cup his faceplate in your hands. “I’m guessing your happy about it, Mr. Wingmech?”
He kisses you again, leaning into your touch. “Well…looks like my humble services paid off.” He pauses. “So…what did you think of the Swerve charm?”
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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER FIVE
Warnings: um...yeah...some non-con stuff turned to consensual. read at your own risk, (still a good read though) you all know how i like a good dark fic...this one aint no different but done worry, it gets good. Not proofread...my excuse this time is bc the power outage.....so...yeah. lol.
@heeshees - you're going to like this one. This will be your chapter ;)
@nikstrange - girl with all those edits you be sending me...you're next. lol. dont worry boo...i got you.
Walking out through the double door exit, you saw the parked car before you the moment you stepped out. Heeseung gets out of the front passenger seat and opens the door to the back for you, flashing you with a warm and closed-mouth smile, greeting you as he cradles you into the back seat before returning to his own beside Heejeong.
“How was work?”
“It was good, thanks.” You faintly returned the smile as you settle in the seat.
Heejeong was driving this time. While you placed your seatbelt on, he turns back to make eye contact and inquires how your day went.
“Did you have a good day?”
“Yeah I did, a little busy but good. Thanks.”
Once Heeseung was settled in his own seat, the brothers both paired a soft smile as Heejeong begins driving off, while Heeseung inquires what you were craving for dinner.
“Anything in particular you want for dinner?”
“Mmm no not really, whatever you guys feel like having is fine.”
“Oh come girl, we’ve been choosing since you moved in. It’s your turn, tell us…” turning around in his seat, while you sat directly behind, Heeseung peeks back at you. Leaning slightly backwards, his shoulder blades hovering over the center console as his head gently grazes over Heejeong’s shoulder, he displays a toothy grin with narrow eyes as he nudges his chin to you. With the hand that was closest to your leg, he reaches over and gently places his palm right on the edge of your kneecap.
“What do you want? Baby….sis?”
You smiled and chuckled nervously at his tone, his words, and the physical contact. Yet the roughness of his hand against your bare skin felt relaxing…and thrilling at the same time. The scent of his and Heejeong’s cologne combined made of the perfect scent as Heejeong’s coolness and the spice of Heeseung’s warmth made up for a pleasant combination.
His touch was stirring something inside you, but who could possibly blame you? Both men were attractive, smart, successful, and kind. The fact that you were becoming their stepsister was a huge bonus considering they were extra nice to you.
Far too….nice…..
Gently rubbing his fingertips along your skin, swaying them back and forth, he snaps you out of your dazed state as his tranquil voice hits you like a ton of bricks. It was too calm, almost sentimental….personal….and even sensual.
“Hmm? Sis? You still thinking about what it is…..we can get you?” His toothy grin transitions to a subtle closed mouth smirk as his narrow eyes widened just a tad, staring right into the depths of your soul through your own peepers.
“Umm….should we get Indian food?”
Smiling once more, Heeseung nods, as did Heejeong.
“That sounds good, Indian food it is! We know a really good spot.” Heejeong remarks as he steers the wheel effortlessly with one hand, while resting his chin in his palm, elbow propped against the window.
……….
The boys didn’t lie, they did know of a good spot. You would have never had thought to try out the street food vendors, but once they introduced you to one, ran by a friendly couple that hailed from the beautiful lands of India, you were amazed at just how sensational the food was.
“Do you know what you want? We can order for you if you like?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Oh I know you will…”
Smirking while speaking lowly, staring while you gazed at the menu hoisted right under the canopy of the food stall, you didn’t catch his response.
“Hmm? Sorry did you say something?”
“Nah, just speaking aloud while reading the menu.” He chuckles as he smiles down at you. His smile, it was so dashing with the way he peered down from his height, scoffing just a tad bit of that smooth and mellow voice as he swipes his tongue over the top row of his teeth. He looked so smooth and handsome, yet bashful at the same time.
“You guys ready?” Heejeong looks back with the same smile, reaching out to you and Heeseung. You both walk up to meet with him at the window, where he continued to dash a devilish smile as he faintly bites down on his bottom lip.
“Yeah, we’re ready. Just get Y/n the same as us.”
“You got it.” Heejeong responds handsomely as he turns back to the gentleman at the window and places the order.
The three of you chose a double benched, picnic table where you sat right next to Heejeong and across from Heeseung.
The owner of the food vendor stall brought out the dishes that Heejeong and Heeseung recommended. The smell was delightful, not to mention, it was a dish that brought you a sense of nostalgia, as you recognize the ingredients. It was a traditional dish that you were fond of, but it had been so long since you last had it.
Chole Kulche, your favorite.
“Do you know what this is?” Heeseung raised a brow and looked at you with an admiring gaze, watching as you looked at the dish.
“Yeah…yeah I do.” You nodded slightly as you faintly chuckled. It was a dish that you enjoyed immensely and had brought out your love for Indian food to begin with.
Chuckling, Heeseung rests his chin in his palm as he props his elbow next to his plate. "Hmm...then tell me princess…what’s the name of it?” he teasingly asks, testing the accuracy of your knowledge and honesty in a playful and flirtatious manner.
“Chole Kulche.” You chuckled back.
Smiling, he maintained sitting upright in his posture while his chin rested against his palm, blinking with satisfaction. “Good girl…you even know how to pronounce it correctly.” He finishes and he winks at you.
The three of you dined and enjoyed the evening with laughter, just like always, with every meal. They kept you entertained with stories of their childhood, which revealed the development of their close bond as they shared their most valuable moments together, which had always reflected the both of them relying on one another as each other’s backbone. You couldn’t deny it, it had made you a bit jealous seeing as you lacked that sibling bond growing up.
“Are you excited for the wedding?” Heeseung asked as he sips out of his cup, his eyes lingering on you while he raises his brows.
“Yeah I’m pretty excited….its good for my mom that she found your guys dad. I was starting to get a little worried since she had been without any companionship for a while.” You remarked seldomly, taking note of the solid gaze that the brothers issued to one another at the mentioning of your mother being with their father, Danny.
You didn’t know what to make of the look, but it didn’t seem to be one of pleasant value, considering it was a stern and dissatisfying look. So much, that it propelled you to return the question right back.
“What about you guys?”
Heeseung looks down at his plate and smirks, while Heejeong spoke for the both of them. “We are thrilled to have you and your mother apart of the family.”
Leaving it at that simple statement, you watched as the two went silent and focused on eating, which left you nodding and not pushing for any more questions, you had sensed that you were breaching a sour subject since it was no secret that they had a troubling bond with their father, that was made evident since the first dinner you had with them. Yet you didn’t know why since their father, Danny, had seemed like a jewel, he was nice to your mother and very caring towards you as a father would be to his own daughter.
You had wondered if they had harbored some sort of grudge, perhaps it had something to do with the divorce of their parents, which you had wondered about but never brought up, and from the looks of it, it was best not to. From experience, you knew that divorce between is never easy to handle, especially for a child, much less two siblings.
“Oh, um…how are Yeon Jin and Sa-ra doing?” You asked, changing the subject rather abruptly, breaking the silent awkwardness.
Both boys looked at you with rather wide eyes, yet their look wasn’t so surprising, just simply stared as if they had no idea what you were referring to until Heeseung finally answered. “They’re good.”
“Are they coming to the wedding?”
“Maybe….we’ll see.” Heeseung takes a bite of his food before grabbing a napkin and wiping his fingers as he takes another glance over towards Heejeong, who faintly, nods.
………..
Once you all had arrived at the house, you opted to go straight to bed, seeing as you had an early morning.
“Good night.”
“Night sweet thing.” Heeseung issues as you walk up the stairs.
“Let us know if you need anything.” Heejeong adds.
With a quick shower, brushing your teeth and changing, you plopped yourself on the bed and sunk into the feeling of being enveloped by the cool silk sheets.
Resting your eyes, your phone vibrates, indicating an incoming text. Gazing at the message that you had just received, you saw that it was from Kurt, who expressed how good it was to see you again.
“…Hmm…I wonder….” You mentally noted as you came up with an idea and messaged back.
…………………………………………………
The morning of the wedding, you aid your mother with her gown and her veil as she takes her bouquet.
“Oh Y/n, you look so pretty, my girl.” Your mother smiles, admiring the simple, floral midi dress you had on. The coloration of fuchsia and violet bounced off the white background of the satin material, it was the perfect dress to adorn for your mother’s wedding, yet you made her swallow her words as you remarked that the beauty, was her.
“Mama, you look so beautiful. I’m so happy for you.”
Walking her over to the alter, behind the grand double doors, you enter through the side as you walk over towards the front row to find your seat, where the boys had already been waiting.
Breaching up, they were seated at the center of the row. Heejeong’s back was facing you, while Heeseung was seated right next to him, facing your direction. Sitting with his legs loosely crossed and his arm resting atop the backing of the seat rest, leaning in as he spoke quietly to Heejeong, you watched as Heeseung suddenly stops his sentence and gawks the very moment he saw you. Heejeong turns and displays the same reaction.
It was the first they had seen you all morning, much less in that dress that had everyone swooning over you as they watched you walk up, front and center. You couldn’t lie to yourself, the way the two dashing young men noted and stared at you made your heart skip a beat. They looked so dashing with their black suit and tie, it was almost hard to breathe at the sight of them side by side.
Standing up, Heejeong walks over to you as you remained at the edge of the row. Extending a hand out to you, you gently hold on as he greets you with a flashing smile.
“Well hello there, don’t you look pretty today.”
Leading you to the center of the row, he seats you in the center, right in between him and Heeseung, where your back was met with the latter’s arm as it remained in place atop the back rest.
“Hi.” He flirtatiously issues as he flashes a grin.
“Hi.” You chuckled back and fluttered your eyelashes. You couldn’t help but respond back in a flirtatious manner, the boy had it coming, yet you figured some harmless and minor teasing wouldn’t be too bad, so long as it remained within limitations considering that you were now family, despite not related by blood.
Taking a deep inhale of your perfume, Heeseung slightly groans as he finally exhales out. “You look soooo….beautiful.” His eyes trail down and sets home on your exposed thighs as your dress slightly rides up from your seated stance.
“Thank you. You both look very handsome; I like your suits.” You chuckled as you set your gaze at the podium where the priest was preparing for the ceremony.
During the ceremony, everyone admired at how beautiful your mother looked with her white gown, and Danny standing across, genuinely smiling in bleak happiness. As they took their vows, you noticed how Heejeong and Heeseung both smiled in your direction. Releasing a chuckle while maintaining your gaze at the bride and groom, you merely used your peripherals to gleam a soft peek at the two boys next to you. Softly placing his hand on your thigh, his thumb gently stroking up and down your skin, Heejeong leans into your ear and whispers, “You would look so pretty in a wedding dress.”
Raising a brow as you gave a nervous smile, you bashfully chuckled quietly as you raised a hand and slightly covered your mouth. It was the most flattering compliment you ever received, too bad it had to come from your stepbrother…at least one of them.
“I don’t think I’d look as pretty as mom though.” You modestly responded back.
“Yeah?.....I beg to differ.” His voice going lower, he whispers right back without missing a beat. His words caused you to look over to him and give a soft smile as your eyes trailed off to the side once you saw his handsome gaze, deeply admiring your face.
Sure, it was obvious to you that your stepbrothers may have thought you were attractive, and they were nice to you, practically at your beck and call if you ever needed them to be, yet still, it was hard to avoid giving in each time they coated you with such kind words. But you knew it was going to have to stop, or at least tone down at some point, and perhaps it will during the banquet….
……………………………
Seated at the beautifully adorned round tables, you noticed the placards resting in front of each chair, drafted in delicate calligraphy were the names of each guest, and just as you had secretly arranged….
“Hey, y/n. I’m finally here, sorry I missed the ceremony, but I’m glad I could make it in now.”
You had invited Kurt, as a manner to introduce him to the family since you had recently decided to give him a chance and accept his offer to begin a relationship.
“Oh no worries, here come and meet my family.” You took him by the hands and brought him over to your mother and Danny first, seeing as your two brothers had excused themselves momentarily from the dining setting and went to the open bar.
“Mom, Danny, this is Kurt. We went to high school together and have recently met up.”
“Oh Kurt! I remember you! My gosh it’s been a while! How are you?” Your mother gasped out as she stood from her seat and greeted Kurt with a welcoming hug.
“I’m good Mrs….um…”
“Lee, it’s Lee.” You whispered.
“Lee! Mrs. Lee.” He laughs out.
“Oh its okay, you can call me *your mom’s name here*. This is Danny, my husband.”
Danny stands and welcomes Kurt with a soft smile and a warm handshake. “It’s so nice to meet you, we’re so glad you could make it.”
“Thank you Sir. Congratulations to you both.” Kurt responds back. Conversing with your mother and Danny, your mother pulls you off to the side faintly and inconspicuously whispers, “are you two dating?” to which you nodded.
“We just started a few days ago, he came back to town and we hit it off really well.” You elaborated as you watched Kurt and Danny converse rather enthusiastically about work and Kurt’s travels.
Walking up were Heeseung and Heejeong. You couldn’t be sure with the frenzy that was crowding around, but it looked as if the two boys had harsh looks on their faces as they took notice of Kurt speaking with Danny.
“Oh gosh….can’t they just let things go for one day and be courteous towards their father? It’s your guy’s wedding day.” You whispered to your mother.
“Shh..I know. Just let it be, Its alright.” Your mother whispers back as she holds your hand and rubs it.
“Boys, come meet Kurt, this is uh....” Danny started, bashfully smiling as he caught himself in a tight spot. Kurt smiled back and extended a hand for a welcoming handshake to Heejeong first.
“Hi there, I’m Kurt.”
Heejeong merely looked down at Kurt’s hand before glaring back up at him….then over to you.
Taking the man’s hand, he shakes it softly, but grips hard. “Nice to meet you, I’m Joey.” Heejeong responds back, faintly smiling.
Kurt remained courteous and a good sport as he extends his hand over to Heeseung, who didn’t look much more pleased than his brother. In fact, the moment Kurt had shifted his hand over, Heeseung had all but then rolled his eyes as he took in Kurt’s introduction with Heejeong.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Kurt.” He says once more, smiling as brightly as ever.
Heeseung’s face was tilted off to the side, slightly leaned back with a flare of rough attitude as his eyes glared in your direction. Rolling his tongue in his mouth, displayed thorugh the slightly parted lips, he takes Kurt by the hand and shakes it while introducing himself.
“Nice to mee you…..I’m Ethan.” His voice just as low, if not, lower than Heejeong’s.
“Wow, twins huh? My cousin just gave birth to twins.” Kurt smiles as he attempts to make small talk with your brothers, who remained stagnant with their strict expressions, barely making eye contact with Kurt, instead, they kept glaring over at you.
You figured they were disappointed that you hadn’t told them about Kurt sooner, though it wasn’t your fault, you had only just began dating him a few days ago, a day after when you had texted him, inviting him to the wedding. The next day you had both went out for coffee after your brothers had dropped you off. Kurt was so very kind that you had felt it would be a missed opportunity if you hadn’t taken up his offer. The moment he held your hand across the table at the café was when you knew that that was the chance to take and begin a relationship anew.
Since there was so much to do in preparations for the nuptials, you spent most of the days helping your mother, leaving you no chance to tell your brothers that you now had a boyfriend. Yet you figured that they would eventually welcome Kurt the more they get to know him, assuming that they were displaying a level of a protective nature as brothers.
“Yeah, so…how do you know y/n? Do you guys work with each other?” Heejeong inquires, glancing a wide eyed look over to you before flashing it back to Kurt.
That look…..it was….
“What the Hell was that?”
You mentally noted the outline of Heejeong’s wide eyes and that rather amusing and yet….eerie look that he had just a second ago as he shifted his sights between you and Kurt.
“Oh well….y/n and I went to high school together a while back. I recently just came back to town and met up with her and….well…we hit it off so we just…you know.” Kurt begins to chuckle as he commits a half turn and glances over to you, smiling.
“….No….I don’t know…..enlighten me.” Heejeong spoke as he crosses his arms.
“Oh, um well…we haven’t made it publicly known yet…but um-“
“We’re dating.” You interjected softly. Crossing your own arms, you issued a stern glance of your own back to your two brothers, who both looked at you unpleasantly with stares of anger and disappointment as their countenance reflected their response to your defiance.
“Oh speaking of which, where is Yeon-jin and Sa-ra?” Danny inquires as he looks over to his twin sons.
“They were busy.” Heeseung remarks, crossing his arms, joining the shared stance that you and Heejeong both committed. A battle of harsh stares was exchanged between the three of you.
“Oh boy….it’s going to be an awkward night at the house….” You noted.
…………………………..
The banquet went along well, aside from you and your brothers hardly speaking to one another, yet that didn’t deter from them looking at you nearly the entire time. Only this time, there were no flashing smiles, no chuckles, no affectionate display of gentleness or humor.
“You want a ride home?” Kurt asks.
“Yeah that’ll be nice.” You respond back, not even caring to glance over to your two new brothers.
……………
“They’ll get over it. I can understand being so protective, but this is absurd.”
……………
Dropping you off, you leaned over for a hug, unexpectedly, Kurt places a soft and quick kiss on your lips. Shocked, you chuckled as he bashfully stares at the steering wheel.
“Sorry….I just…I don’t know…” he laughs.
“It’s okay….” You bit your lip as you chuckled once more. Leaning in, you whispered out. “Should we try again?”
Meeting you halfway, your faces reunite in a gentle motion. He kisses you passionately as he reaches up and cups your face as you rest your elbow on the center console.
“See you tomorrow?” He asks.
“Sure.” You smiled as you tapped his chin.
Bidding goodbye, you walked into the house. All the lights were off, signifying the boys were asleep in their rooms, which gave you a sense of relief, since you three had split from the wedding banquet in extreme awkwardness, not even saying goodbye to each other. As you walked upstairs, you revisited the idea of possibly looking for your own place, seeing as the boys may present an issue if they don’t check their attitudes in regards to you dating Kurt. You’re a grown woman, how could they not be realistic about you dating? You could understand about them being slightly concerned, yet you knew Kurt for years, not to mention their attitude was uncalled for. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to bother Kurt, or perhaps he didn’t take notice, if he did, he was at least a good sport about it and never mentioned it to you.
Quietly entering your bedroom, you tossed your jacket on the lounge chair and began to unbuckle your heels.
“So…”
Your breath hitched as you turned around to the deep voice that emerged from behind, it was Heeseung. Standing by the door, camouflaged in the shadows as he was still wearing his suit from the wedding, he propped himself against the wall with his arms crossed, only the sliver sheen of light from outside peering through the window, provided the source of light for you to make out just a tad bit of his frame and face.
“Wh-what are you doing?....” you asked, still recovering from the shocked fright he gave you.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
His attitude irked you, so much that you decided enough was enough.
“Heeseung….what’s your guys deal? I get it we’re family now, but….I’m a grown woman. With that being said, I’m going to start looking for my own place because this is getting out of hand-“
Cutting you off, his sharp tone inhibited you from finishing your thought.
“Come again?....”
“….I said I’m going to be moving out….and that you both need to not act the way you did earlier….”
“Oooh yes….lets talk about that.” Straightening his posture, he uses his foot to push his frame off the wall as he starts walking towards you, with his arms remaining crossed, he leans in….closely, the light glaring through the window closest to you permitted the sight of his face, which had a smirk….but it was far from dashing or handsome, it was rather crazy, sadistic even…..it was twisted and frightening.
“Lets talk….about today…..hmm?.....Princess?”
“…Don’t….dont call me that….in fact, stop with these pet names…”
“Awww…..that right?....BABY?”
Feeling a sudden grab and tug, you felt his hands wrap around your wrist harshly as he pulls you against his body.
“Wh-what are you doing?! Stop!”
“Nuh-uh. Come here, we need to have a little talk, you and I.”
“Stop! Heeseung let go!”
Plastering your frame against his body, he grabs onto your waist and starts to nuzzle his face against the nook of your neck, causing you to gasp as you jumped up from the shocking sensation of his lips sucking on to your skin. Your reaction…didn’t work in your favor, as it allowed him to gain more leverage in pulling you in, leaving no gap between your bodies.
“Stop! Please stop! Stop…l-let go!”
Groaning against your skin, his arm wrapped around you lower back while his hand cuffs your wrist and pins it behind your back, causing your arm to take a bend at the elbow, leaving only your weak arm free to push him away, yet your measly attempts did nothing but pleasantly antagonize him.
“Shhh….come here…..COME HERE.”
Keeping your wrist pinned to your back, he swoops his hand under your thigh and lifts it, fixing it to the hilt of his hip, using brute strength to levitate your body while he simultaneously sits down on the lounge chair, forcing you to sit on his lap, straddling him as he feeds your legs through the loop holes of chair, under the arm rests.
“There….that’s better…..” he calmly speaks against your throat as he brushes his nose upwards, causing you to tilt your head back, exposing your entire neckline.
“Stop! This is wrong! You’re insane, get off!”
Gasping out a breath against the center of your neck, his parted lips gently brushing aginst your skin as he answers.
“Don’t be like that…..haven’t I shown you kindness and affection?....Haven’t I shown just how much I ADORE you?”
“Stop! Let go! There’s something wrong with you!”
“Those are some pretty strong words princess…..are we fighting? Hmm? Tell me…..” placing a hand on your hip, he starts to motion your body to grind against his crotch as he whispers out the last bit. “Are we fighting?”
Kissing your neck and your chest, he takes advantage of the slight plunging neckline your dress displayed and licks the surface of your cleavage. It all felt so….
“Yeah? You like that don’t you? Wanna moan some more?” rubbing your wrist with his thumb, he maintains his hold on you, keeping your strong arm restrained as he increases the momentum of your movements, steering you to move back and forth, up and down, and in circular motions.
“Tell me baby….since we’re fighting…tell me what I gotta do to fix it…tell me.”
Kissing your neck, moving your hips, whispering his dark and deep tone against your neck, sending the vibrations of his vocal chords to travel all the way down to your gut, you whimpered out as the sensual feeling of his harden member pressing against your core, barely covered by the thin fabric of your panties, was starting to create a euphoric friction that you couldn’t help but surrender to.
“Come on baby…tell me what I gotta do to fix it….so we can get along…”
Rubbing his hands and massaging them on your waistline, he finally releases your strong arm, only it was too late….for you.
Already too deep in, your body yearned and craved more, yet your mind remained strong.
“S-stop……oh God please…..stop.”
“No princess….dont think I will……I don’t think you want me to…..that’s okay because that’s what I’m here for…..”
Raising the hem of our dress up, pulling your straps down, he rolls the material of your slinky dress to collect around your waist as he exposes as much of your body as he possibly could. Loosening his tie, he uses one hand to start unbuttoning his shirt, all the while his other hand kept steering your motions at the hip.
“Boyfriend hasn’t touched you yet…has he?” he whispers against your skin. “I can tell…its obvious its been a while since you’ve had it…..”
Kissing your lips, you felt yourself melting into him as his hands kept roaming. He pulled, dipped, pushed, and rolled your hips into motions that the depths of the ocean couldn’t compare to. Succumbing to the overwhelming pleasures of your body uniting with his, you moaned out in shaking pleasure, while speaking the words that still lingered in your mind, though it was barely there as you felt yourself losing after a sensational rush of moisture gushes out from your walls, your clit throbbing with desire. Still...you gave it your last shot....
“Oh my God…please….please don’t….mmm...Heeseung.....ugh.”
“Come on baby….lets get along....hm?..…..let me beat it up and kiss it better for you....let me say sorry to it with my tongue. Let me fix it for you.” releasing a prolonged sigh against your skin, he chuckles out a low and dark tone, as he spoke out again....
“Let me fix it."
CHAPTER 6
Authors Notes: Weeeelllll, shits about to get real from here on out folks. ;)
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The Sith Lord’s Ingeneue// Ch 4
Vader x Reader
A/N: hey guys!! i have not forgotten abt this story haha, i have the final chapter written so now it’s a matter of filling the plot to get it to that point lol, thank you guys for all of the support and staying with me through chaotic times!!
Insecurities and doubt shroud you and the Sith Lord that you are fraternizing with
Warnings: cannon typical violence, death, cursing, abuse
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You woke up disoriented.
You didn’t remember going to bed; wait, this wasn't your bed. Where were you?
You slowly propped yourself up in the circular bed and looked down. A long, thick black cape was laid over your body. You examined the fabric closer, it seemed to be a unique blend, it was thick but not too warm.
You slowly got out of bed and made your way to a vanity on the other side of the room. There was a familiar envelope waiting on the dresser.
Oh, right.
Your heart began to quicken as you remembered where you were and who brought you there. You remembered the “shrine” and began to panic.
No.
F/N, you need to calm down. What if he sensed your discomfort?
You knew you had to play the game until you fully understood your situation.
You continued to read the letter, inside it gave directions on what to do. You were to get dressed then contact him via intercom when you were ready.
He provided you with a new outfit, which was hanging off a hook near the bed. As you took it off the hanger you noticed it was far more elegant than anything the empire ever provided.
The style reminded you of the beautiful fashion of the upper class on Coruscant when you were younger. The color of the garment was a mixture of soft blues, silvers, creams, and whites. It was honestly gorgeous, a part of you was quite excited to wear it.
Once you had the outfit on, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
You barely even recognized yourself, The beautiful fabric cascaded off of your body and yet, still clung to all the right places, you looked desirable, but still elegant. Never in your life had you had an opportunity to wear such fashion.
Your curiosity got the better of you and you wanted to get a better look at where you were, so you gathered your confidence as you gripped the door knob to the other room.
Slowly you turned the shimmering knob and silently passed through the doorway. There was a short narrow hall connecting the two rooms, you tip-toed down the hall until you reached an archway into the new room.
You peered inside and saw him.
He stood by what looked like a mechanic’s bench. His back was turned to you, and for the first time you saw him without his cape. You never noticed how broad his back was, he was so large, even without the cape.
You silently watched him tinker with some tools at his table. He pressed some buttons on a panel in the wall and then began to remove his helmet.
Your eyes widened. Under the mask he was pale and scarred. He wasn’t as imposing without his signature covering.
You crept closer to him to try and get a better look at his face, but you bumped into an end table causing him to whip his head towards you.
He made a face and stood. He held out a gloved hand any soon as you were being lifted in place. He stomped towards you after he put his helmet back on.
“What do you think you're doing?!!?” he demanded. Your eyes were wide and you were shaking.
“I-I’m sorry I was just coming out here to-”
“Did I not tell you to alert me once you were dressed ?”
“Yes-”
“You deliberately disobeyed me!” his voice boomed through the room.
He had you cornered against the wall and you cowered under him, the intense weight of the force still pressing upon your chest.
“I’m sorry my Lord!” you exclaimed, fear in your eyes as the pressure continued to press on you.
His gloved hand shook, before he quickly released his hold and you fell against the wall, panting. You flinched as the dark figure advanced towards you; he bent down and you shut your eyes.
Instead of a crushing feeling, he gently collected you into his stiff arms and held you tight. His mechanic breathing, rhythmically whirred in your ear. He was so close.
What was his angle?
“I… I apologize”
You pulled back to look into the dark tinted lenses of his helmet, “what?”
“I do not mean to harm you…in any way.”
He…apologized?
Before you could collect your thoughts to speak, he stood.
“Come, we should return”
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Weeks went by and the routine of him taking you into the room and working together proceeded. After the incident with his mask, it took him more coaxing to get personal with you, of course he still held you in a higher regard than anyone else, but there was definitely an unspoken barrier.
You know that you were scared and shocked initially, but since you began working under him, he had been understanding and in his own way, sweet.
You started becoming relatively comfortable with him; sharing your feelings with him and even finding yourself not minding his stoic personality. So, why was he not opening up?
If only you knew it was simply the sith lord’s own insecurities keeping himself from you. As much as he wanted-
No.
Needed you, he couldn't bear the thought of you leaving if you saw his face.
It was a miracle that you stuck it out through his stunted emotions and brooding personality, so what if his face was the last straw? He couldn't bear if you hated him, he couldn't lose you and he didn’t know if he had it in him to kill you if things went south.
So he kept a decent distance, he still interacted and doted on you (in his own cold way) of course, but he was reluctant to take his helmet off again. As much as you reassured him you wouldn’t run. He wanted to believe your pretty words, but he was so afraid…
You, on the other hand, feared something else; since he became colder after the mask incident and didn’t seem to reciprocate your attempts of opening up you became more concerned for your safety.
What if he was getting over you? What if he was getting tired of you? What if he planned to kill you?
So, when he was on a mission in another system you confided in one of your acquaintances in a higher sector and told them of the odd room Vader and you would retire to.
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Today he accompanied you to the secluded room and relaxed (as well as a Sith lord could) as you tinkered with some new materials he got for you.
Suddenly a knock was heard on the hidden door on the opposite side of the room and both you and Vader snapped your heads towards the door.
No one knew this place existed, but maybe some people saw Vader coming here to drop off his gifts for you.
You met the dark lenses of Vader’s helmet and gave him a confused look before he nodded to you and motioned the door open. In came a small squad of troopers who looked very confused.
“is this the door the commander told us to go through?” one said, quite puzzled.
“What is this place?”
“Maker! Its Lord Vader” another exclaimed
They all spun around to face him as he rose from the chair he had recently occupied.
Your heart began to palpate as he approached the bunch, you knew of his temper but you could also tell these troopers were genuinely confused and made an honest mistake.
You prayed that he wouldn’t hurt them, you really hoped he was becoming more reasonable after spending so much time with you. Maybe you were rubbing off on hi-
Crack
The first trooper in the squad dropped to the floor, his neck bent in an unnatural way. The other three tried to leave, but Vader slid the large steel door crushing the trooper closest to leaving.
“Vader!” you pleaded.
He snapped his head to you and spoke very matter-of-factly, “These insubordinates should not be in an unauthorized area”.
You shook your head and stood from the bench, “please”.
The two troopers who were left, anxiously looked between you and the Sith parallel to you.
Vader shot you a look that meant for you to shut up, but you continued despite his warning.
“They clearly didn’t mean to come in here.. They didn’t know”
“Y/N do not tell me how to deal with these defectors. I would rather not argue with you, we both know who would win” his deep voice rang.
He was right, he would absolutely destroy you. A part of you broke inside, no matter how much you thought you knew him or how close you thought you were getting, he was still just a violent man and you were stuck in a toxic.. Whatever this weird thing between the two of you was…
Suddenly you felt so small, so helpless… these troopers were being killed because they accidentally entered during Vader and your time… their blood was on your hands just as much as they were on his. The warm feeling of tears ran down your face.
On the other side of the room, Vader's crimson saber ignited as he neared the two armored men. He glanced your way for a moment and you weakly pleaded one last time before he turned back to the men under him.
With one strike both troopers were split in half and their lifeless bodies clamored to the floor beneath you.
Vader turned and approached you, his saber still lit. You sobbed and turned your face away as he held the saber uncomfortably close to your neck.
“Do you not see what I do for you? And yet you are still not contempt.”
What was he talking about? you didn’t ask these troopers to find you and him, you didn’t want him to hate you…
“Your acquaintance in sector 250” he spoke
No.
“It seem that you conspired with her against me”
Maker, No.
“What?” It sounded more like a plea than a question.
‘Don’t lie to me y/n” his voice boomed.
“My Lord, I don’t understand- I-I Never asked her to send anyone, I never said I wasn’t contempt!”
“Well you must have told her some incriminating information to garner her sending a unit here. No one knows about this place but you. And me.”
You felt a shiver go down your spine.
“And since you enlightened her as to our space, she had to be dealt with accordingly”
No.
“You cannot fathom how extremely fortunate you are that I hold you in such high regards” he spat.
"Now I expect this room to be clean by our next session tomorrow.”
You brushed away your tears and tried to grasp everything that just occurred.
“If you had stayed loyal to me, their lives would have never been in jeopardy,” he spoke and you turned your attention to his helmet
“Their blood is on your hands,” is all he said before retracting his saber and swiftly storming out of the room.
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End Up Here
El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 5
AN: Here’s part 5!!! I forgot to schedule this yesterday and throughout the day I was busy cleaning. Anyways this part is set a few hours after we found out that Claudia salío con nasu domingo siete lol. Enjoy :)
Requested? No
Warnings: angst with a not angsty ending, mentions of menstruation, more talk of the consequences of not using contraception and birth control
Word Count: 1.7k words
Calum stomach dropped reading the text that Claudia sent him. Apparently, she wasn't able to pick him up because something had come up, so Ashton was picking him up instead. He knew something was up. He just wasn't sure what.
After checking in with customs, he made his way outside where Ashton was waiting for him. He spotted his raven haired friend and held his bag tighter around his shoulder.
"How was the flight?" Ashton asked as he helped him put his bags on the trunk of his car.
"Good, but exhausting as always." Calum nodded. He looked around, hoping Claudia was joking and she did come to get him.
He didn't mind Ashton. He just wanted to see Claudia.
"She didn't tell me why she wanted me to pick you up. She just asked me." Ashton said as he climbed in his seat.
"Have you seen her?" He asked.
"No, but KayKay went out to eat with her." He said, quickly giving Calum a rundown about the lunch. He told him everything: from Sierra going to the restaurant on the opposite side of town and having to drive to where Claudia and KayKay were, making her almost an hour late. He even mentioned that Claudia ate pickles.
Calum looked away from the window and sat up. "Claudia ate what?"
"Pickles. KayKay said that she took 'em out of her sandwich and ate them without a bother in the world.” Ashton said, reaching for his iced coffee. “Now that I think of it she did the same thing about two weeks ago with kumquats. I called her because I know your tree was ready for picking and so they don't go to waste since she doesn't like them. She goes off saying that the past few days she's been feeling nauseous and they help her with that."
Calum stayed quiet, processing what Ashton was telling him. He pulled out his phone and checked the period app Claudia uses. He synced it up from her phone, so he knew what days to buy extra ice cream and tea. He checked the calendar and the past few weeks were empty. He refreshed the app twice in case it wasn't synched up. Nothing.
He pocketed his phone and sighed in relief as Ashton pulled into his street.
"You okay, mate?" Ashton asked him.
"Yeah, jetlag just settled in." Calum mumbled. He faked a yawn. "Miss my bed."
"And the girl in it, who can't parallel park to save her life." Ashton nodded his head to Claudia who slid back in her car after seeing that she got on the sidewalk.
"Obviously." He chuckled.
Ashton hovered a few cars behind Claudia as slowly backed into the spot. He pulled up to Calum's driveway just as she got out of her car.
Calum watched her drop off some shopping and grocery bags on the front door. She ran to him and jumped him, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips. He turned them around and backed her up against Ashton's car as he pulled her into a needy kiss.
Claudia tightly gripped his curls, deepening their kiss. She moaned out as Calum kissed down her neck.
"You rabbits couldn't wait until you got inside?" Ashton scolded, interrupting their kiss.
“No.” Claudia giggled before kissing Calum once more.
She got down and awkwardly pulled down her tie dye biker shorts. One of the reasons why she hated the summer was the awkward tugging between her thighs wherever she would wear shorts or rompers. One thing she did like was how biker shorts looked on her. The ones she wore were from a PR box Aerie sent her.
She waved to Ashton before going inside the house. As she picked up the bags, she heard him and Calum plan on going back to the studio after Calum is done quarantining. She began putting away the groceries, starting with ice cream and other frozen foods. While at Target she found some frozen gnocchi. She pan seared the gnocchi and used the sauce they provided as a dipping sauce.
She heard shower start in the guest room, so she continued putting away the groceries and the other things she bought. The water shut off just before she rinsed out some of the produce she bought.
Duke took a minute to realize that his pops was back. He got on his hind legs and pawed at him. Calum picked him and hugged him. Cherry hopped off the couch and sniffed him before going to the kitchen.
Calum set Duke back on his bed and made his way in the kitchen. Claudia smiled and poured them a glass of agua de guayaba.
“I didn’t think I would be done with my errands so soon." She said, pulling out some snacks. "I had to go to my doctor because UCLA picked me to do the teaching job. Which is amazing. I’m getting my tuition waived and my parents don’t have to worry about that. But they needed me to get all these things done some immunizations, a physical and a —”
"Claudia, are you pregnant?" he asked her, not caring that he interrupted her.
"What...How?—I'm sorry what?"
"Claudia, answer me." He said sternly.
"I really don't like that tone of yours."
"Just answer my fucking question."
"I am! Happy?"
Calum cursed. He sat on a stool and ran his hand over his curls in frustration.
"How did this happen?"
"What do you mean? We fucked! 'Just this one time' became just a few more times. The three weeks leading up to your trip we had sex at least once a day. Not once did you stop and think that maybe we should have used a condom?"
"Don't act like this is solely my fault, Claudia."
"Well it's not like I can fuck myself pregnant." She scoffed sarcastically.
Calum sighed and rubbed his temples. "This isn't going to work out—"
"You're seriously breaking up with me right now?"
He gave her a confused look. "What? No, if you let me finish."
"I did let you finish. It's why we're in this mess in the first place."
“I’m going upstairs to sort this out. We’ll talk about this later.”
Calum went upstairs without another word, leaving Claudia awkwardly standing in the kitchen. She sighed and finished up putting away groceries. After she grabbed the frozen gnocchi and pan seared it while in a saucepan she made a brown butter and sage sauce.
Once she was done cooking, she went upstairs. She lightly knocked and poked her head in the bedroom. Her eyes zoned in on a boxer clad Calum laying on the bed.
"Cal, can I nap with you?" she asked quietly.
"Sure." He said, moving away from the center of the bed to his side.
Claudia came in and set her bag on the nightstand on her side. She turned back and slipped off her biker shorts and crawled to bed. She laid on her back, not sure what to do. She usually attached herself to Calum's side and slipped one of her legs in between his legs.
Calum snorted a few minutes later. "That was pretty clever… What you said earlier. 'I did let you finish. It's why we're in this mess in the first place.'” he chuckled to himself.
"Thanks." Claudia said, quickly glancing over him before looking away.
They fell into another awkward silence. They both looked up at the ceiling, trying to piece together what they wanted to say to the other.
"I, um, lied earlier." Claudia said. She sat up and hugged her knees. "I didn't go see my doctor about the school stuff. I went to Planned Parenthood and got a pregnancy test. I'm roughly six weeks pregnant."
"Why didn't you say anything?" Calum asked quietly.
"I didn't think much of it, my periods sometimes fluctuate. Until the past weeks I spent the better half of the night throwing up. Then KayKay pointed out the pickles thing. So last night I finally took a test, well several, and they all gave me the same results." Her voice cracked. "Cal, I'm so fucking scared."
Calum pulled her into his chest as she cried. He didn't know what else to do other than hold her in his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Claudia." He whispered in her hair. A few tears escaped and rolled down his cheeks. He sniffled. "Whatever you decide, I'll support you. You that?"
Claudia nodded. She wiped her mocos with her shirt sleeve. Calum propped up his knee so she could lean against it. She rested her head on his knee and circled her arm around his leg. She lazily ran her finger around around the hem of his boxers.
Calum found her free hand and gently squeezed it. "I'm sorry for how I reacted earlier." He said intertwining their fingers together.
"It's fine." Claudia shrugged him off. "That was on me. I practically blindsided you. How did you even figure it out though?"
"Ashton, he told me that KayKay told him that you ate pickles and how you had nausea so you would eat some kumquats for what. It didn't sit right with me that you were eating some of the foods you detested with your whole being. I checked your period app and saw that you haven't had your period in weeks. Everything fell into place once I saw that."
"Okay Fred Jones." Claudia teased.
"I have my moments." He said, earning a sarcastic hum from her.
Calum let go of her hand and rubbed her thigh.
"I have pictures if you wanna see them. They're about the size of a pomegranate seed."
"Sure."
Claudia reached over to her bag and pulled out an envelope. She handed it to him and sat next to him.
Calum's hands shook as he opened the envelope. It revealed a long paper with five black and white images. On the side it said Claudia's name and general information. Below that was how far along she was. In the center was a small patch.
"Is that our baby?" he asked her.
Claudia softly smiled at his word choice and smiled. "Yeah, that's our baby."
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I ALMOST NEVER SEE ANYONE WRITE ABOUT ARAN SO IM JUMPING IN- ;-; Can I ask for his girl helping him relieve some stress, massaging him and his hands then just a nice cuddle session after..? also Ive been shy to hop in but hi you're pretty and Id love to be friends with you ;-;
UMMM A BIG ACCOUNT LIKE YOURS THAT JUST REACHED 1.25K followers (congrats beb!!) peeps my work ?? And compliments me + gave me my first Aran requestttt ?!
*faints*
I feel like this is a proposal and the answer is YES boo 💍🥰 friendssss 🥺🤗
Anyway I hope you like it newest friend💞
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Some Aran Ojiro x Reader Romance 😩🌹
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you and your boyfriend Aran haven’t been able to see eachother much in the past year at all
He just made the Japan National Team which meant he was practicing and travelling all the time
You two keep up with nightly Facetime dates every night which is great but he almost always falls asleep on you in the first 20 minutes
sleepy muffin that we love so much
You don’t blame him considering his training regimen.
When he wakes up he’s literally talking your ear off apologizing because he feels like a shit boyfriend for falling asleep every time
“I did it again and I know you say it’s fine but it’s not. I’m so sorry Y/N. When I get home, I promise I’ll make it up to you baby girl, I promise. Have a great day Queen and remember I’ll be home to spoil you in 10 days. You’re not ready. I love you! Peace!”
As you lay in your empty bed the next morning, you just smile at the video of him apologizing to you while he is running around his hotel room to get ready for morning practice
Your man works so hard but he never fails to make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you fall asleep. It’s endearing
He is super super busy being a professional athlete but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel special in the little and big ways
Sometimes, he orders you breakfast or dinner from your favourite brunch or sushi spot that you two like to go to so that he can put a smile on your face when he’s travelling
All he asks in return is a cute selfie of you in your pjs and messy bun with the food and that is the only thank you he needs
Seriously send it though or he’ll spam your phone lol
Can I tell you a funny story related to your mans sweet foodie gestures?
Okay so One random night last weekend.....
You heard a knock on the door of your condo and you quickly paused your Netflix movie to dust the popcorn crumbs off Aran’s t-shirt you were wearing
You opened the door excitedly thinking it might be another Uber Eats surprise from your boyfriend but instead you see a grumpy looking Osamu standing in the delivery guys place
“Your boyfriend is annoying.” Osamu deadpanned as he glanced at you once before letting himself in.
“Uh, Nice to see you.....too, Osamu-san.”
Samu murmured something in response grumpily and went over to your kitchen island to place down a large brown paper bag.
“Stupid professional volleyball playing friend and brother,” He muttered under his breath. You watched him take out lots of food from his restaurant from your spot by the door, by the look (and amazing smell) of it the bag was packed with all your favourites. You were thrilled even though the grey haired boy in your kitchen wasn’t.
“Look at me! I’m Aran. My stupid Uber Eats app won’t work from mutant-spider Australia so instead of just chilling like a normal person I call and beg my very handsome and very successful restaurant-owner friend to make my girlfriend all her favourite dishes and drive them over in the middle of a rain storm. A rain storm!”
You held your ground back at the door (knowing good and well not to get in the way of Samu when he was in one of his signature bitchy moods) as a smile crept on your face. It felt like someone was squeezing your heart as you watched Osamu comfortably rummage through your cabinets and find your dishes. He plated your food beautifully like the professional chef he is, all while mumbling angrily under his breath about his quote unquote “Simp of a best friend.”
When he was done with the food, Osamu also pulled out a bottle of your favourite wine from his restaurant that only Aran knows about and poured you a glass perfectly, swaying the liquid around first to make sure it was rich. Satisfied but still annoyed, Osamu cleaned his restaurant’s paper bag contents away and then walked over to your spot on the couch to take a handful of popcorn. Still a grump, he met you back at the door.
Samu looked down at you with the irritated expression you’ve become accustomed to over the years.
“Aran also told me to give you this.” He deadpanned before leaning down to kiss the top off your head then left. You smiled, unable to stop bubbling over in giggles because you knew Aran just added that to annoy his affection-challenged best friend. You poked your head out to the hallway of your condo building, seeing Osamu’s retreating figure you sang:
“Thank you, Samuuuuuu! 🎶”
Effectively adding to his annoyance just like your boyfriend would have wanted you to.
Without looking back, Osamu just lifted up a cool peace sign that your boyfriend and the two brothers were notorious for.
That trio, man.
dinner that night was the best you’ve had in forever
Not only was it delicious but
You realized that very night that your boyfriend was the most remarkable human in the world and you didn’t deserve him
You checked your phone as you sipped your wine because you received several texts from your boy asking where his picture of you eating is and also asking how funny Samu’s reaction was
You giggled as you read the text and then you had an idea! 💡
You put down your phone and quickly changed into some lacy lingerie for the picture:
Your boyfriend always asked for simple ‘rates PG’ pics because he loved to see you bare faced and wearing his big clothes. It was so cute to him.
he would make each new picture you sent his two backgrounds on his phone and he relished in the fact that you were so beautiful when you didn’t try
You knew this, but you also knew that your man deserved a little ‘sumn sumn’ for making tonight so special for you 😉
You put on a little sultry makeup to go with your sexy number and went back to the kitchen to your food and wine
You took a much sexier picture than he would ever expect
Actually you chose to send him a boomerang:
one of your hair slightly disheveled and your tits basically out despite the lacy cover. You pressed the wine glass to your red lips and winked in the boomerang, wiggling your hips ever so seductively
•••
in a luxurious hotel in Australia, your stunning boyfriend just finished his shower in his hotel room
He dried his face with a towel and opened his iMessage app on his phone... effectively ignoring the:
“🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼it’s done.🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼”
text from his best friend Osamu and clicking your name instead
Aran swiped left on his phone hoping to see another cute picture of his girlfriend being sent to him that makes his day the brightest but what he actually sees instead almost makes him drop his phone out of his wet hands
No Deadass he almost dropped it! it slipped out of his hands 4 times
His heart beating because of his phone but mostly because you were the finest woman he’s ever seen, he replays your sexy boomerang 30 times, literally engraving every detail about you into his mind. If his teammates weren’t so nosy he’d love to make what you just sent him his background on his phone......but that wouldn’t work
He really treasured you and what you sent though. For Aran, the next 9 days at this Global Tournament could not go by fast enough.
Aran’s never asked for naughty pictures from you not once because he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but seeing that you did it on your own, of course it made him want to skip his National game tomorrow just to fly back and make love to you all night then rub your back the way you like until you fell asleep
Mans is in LOVE, you feel me?
He wanted to show you just how treasured you are for sticking by his side through all this travelling shit. He wanted you to always know you were his queen even if he was miles away
So, by you sending this sexy Boomerang and treating him like a King even though you didn’t have to, your man fell even harder for you
He had so much planned when he came home like always: spoil you with a shopping trip with your girls, a romantic spa trip for you both and a trip to the amusement park, but it seemed so far away now
Frowning, Aran texted you back a paragraph telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he was to have you in his life for a plethora of reasons
He Facetime’d you for the expected classic 20 minutes while you wore that lingerie BUT he actually stayed up for 36 minutes because he was fighting sleep like a damn boxer. He wanted to see you... but of course his fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face because you whispered goodnight
•••
the next day, after sleeping in, Aran woke up for his first tournament game and did all of his pre-game rituals which included calling you, and his best friends Kita & the twins.
He proceeded to his 6:00pm game as planned in the grand court of Sydney.
Aran sweetly signed autographs and Jerseys with his name on it that fans and little kids eagerly presented to him before and after the game that they had won.
“Mr. Ran’! Mr. ‘Ran! Volleybwall is my most favouritest sport to pway , too! Can I have hug???” Asked a particularly bouncy little African-Australian girl in the crowd. Aran glances at the dad for permission and upon granting Aran nodded kindly and picked up the toddler so she was propped up on his hip. The girl wrapped her miniature arms around the big volleyball star’s neck and squeezed tightly. Aran chuckled in his deep voice, exclaiming an “Ow! You’re a strong one, aren’t you? A future Ace for sure.” The little girl gasped at her idols words and hugged him harder. The dad had to literally rip her out of Ojiro’s arms because she didn’t want to let go.
“Don’t break the volleyball player, honey. They’re sore.” Said the father to his daughter.
Aran reached in his gym bag to collect a clean tournament shirt from his bag and handed it to the hysterically crying little girl. “Sore is an understatement. But....here, ‘future Ace.’ When you make the National Women’s Team and I’m the one at one of your games, maybe you can give it back to me.”
The little girl’s whole life was made as she immediately stopped crying and smiled widely, hugging the shirt close to her chest as if it might disappear if she let go.
Because he was a teddy bear and wanted to sign as many kids memorabilia as possible, plus give the youth encouraging messages....Aran usually stayed an hour or two later than the other players after their away games. Telling his teammates to go on ahead back to their hotel without him
HE’S PERFECT 😩
Sore as hell and more tired than ever after his big games, he picked up his phone to call you on his way back to the hotel
He loved hearing your voice it was so soothing to him
No answer. He tried 5 times.
Thinking you were probably working hard from home, Ojiro dragged his feet past the hotel concierge and used all of his slumped body weight to push open the door to his hotel room.
He didn’t remember it being this dark in here or even shutting off the lights when he left, but being too tired to care he dropped his huge bag on the floor, gripping his aching shoulder as he took one step to the right to flip on the lights
When he did, he had to rub his sleepy eyes because he couldn’t believe what he saw
“Y-Y/N?!”
Standing in the middle of his hotel room, you smiled brightly and ran to your boyfriend, wrapping your legs around his waist in a koala hug. You wore that lacy number you used in the picture you sent him last night. Your man stumbled back from the impact and overall surprise but once he was stable he hugged you back tightly.
“Oh my God, you look incredible, what-what are you doing here?!” He asked, still in disbelief.
You pecked his lips and jumped down. “After last night I missed you so much. So I just called into work, booked a 9-hour direct flight and now I’m here! I’m staying for the rest of the tournament. Hi, handsome!!!!” You had so much happiness and light in your eyes that it literally woke up your boyfriend by contentment, even though he was just on the verge of collapsing on his bed from fatigue minutes ago.
He grabbed your face softly in his large hands and tilted your head up towards his to give you a proper kiss, letting you know how happy he was through the kiss.
You pulled away. “Whoa! Someone’s happy to see me!” You poked his tummy.
“An understatement—Wait, what is that?” Finally looking away from your face for the first time since he entered his room, Aran looked behind you in awe. There was a rather large massage table set up in the centre of his suite.
“Oh, that old thing?!” You questioned playfully as you jogged over to the big table and showcased it with your hands like a Wheel of Fortune prize girl. “I tried to book a massage for you for tomorrow because I know you always forget, but they were all booked obviously so I just asked the guy downstairs—after name dropping you—if they could bring this up and they had no problem with it!”
Aran looked at you incredulously so you continued. “Lay down, babe. I know you must be sore after your game. I ordered food for you too but they said it will be up here in an hour and a half. So, I’ll get out some of your kinks now, we’ll eat, and then I can massage you more until you fall asleep.”
Aran couldn’t believe this was happening.
“But you just got off a flight, Y/N! You must be tired, too! I couldn’t possibly—“
You gave your boyfriend your best Osamu impression with your seriously annoyed frown. “Aran. You do everything in your power to make sure that I’m feeling more than amazing every single day even when you are halfway across the world. So now since I’m a mere halfway across the room, I want to do this for you. Please. Let me return the favour.”
Feeling too tired to bicker and knowing you meant business, your big man gave in. He removed his shirt when you asked and settled face down on the comfortable table.
You put on some soft r&b and took out the essential oils you bought from the spa and began to give your man a sensual but remarkable rub down, taking immense care in soothing his muscle pain in his legs and back
You listened for his groans when you reached particularly sensitive spots on his back and spent a lot more time in those areas
When you were massaging his shoulders you made sure to lean down every few minutes to kiss the side of his neck and Aran would sigh in delight every time.
“Y/N. I know you want to get all of my kinks out and trust me this feels amazing, but, if you keep kissing me dressed like that I’ll stop this massage to make love to you on this table. Okay?”
You giggled and smacked his booty.
“Kay.” 😇
When the food came, you and Aran opted to sit on the couch and eat, feeding eachother and kissing and just being all cute n shit—🙄
A/N: Can you tell how jealous I am?
After dinner and your night routines, you told your baby to give you his hands in bed.
you lotioned them in between your smaller ones and gave him a long, much desired, kneading hand massage in the pitch black room until he was on the verge of falling asleep.
“I love you, Y/N.” whispered Ojiro, his deep voice slower because he was half asleep. “Please be here when I wake up....” He whispered before succumbing to a deep slumber.
You stopped your massage, kissed both of his hands and cuddled into his warm body.
“I’ll be here when you wake up, Aran.” You closed your eyes too, feeling sleep wash over you as well.... “I’ll always be here.”
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YOOOOOO I am so happy you're back! Just saw you posted a new fanfic so thought I'd prompt you and keep you busy lol (jk jk) but this is really dirty so feel free to skip it! but we haven't had a john ed and liam three way story in a while so how about they love to role play and are really in to acting out diff scenes like liam is doctor they're patients and there for a physical, cop/criminals teacher/students etc? no pressure to fill but ps I loooove your writing can't wait to read more!
Hello lovely! I like to fill prompts in order but I skipped a load (sorry other anons) to fill this one because I loved it! it’s a bit smuttier than I thought it would be because I think I got carried away. Edward is a super-bottom in this, I didn’t mean it to work that way but, it did (because he is a super-bottom IRL). While looking up ideas on roleplay costumes, I found a butt plug that was like a police baton, so that’s in there, oh! and I also watched a few videos to make sure the last roleplay was even possible. Turns out, it is and I prayed no one will ever see my google history!!
This fic has also made me realise I have a kink for J&E in dresses and skirts, which I will pounder on in the lonely hours...
anyway, enjoy!!
Liam loved this. Loved the thrill and the playfulness. He loved how naughty it was, how taboo it was.
Edward was on his knees in front of him, mid-blowjob. He was better at sucking dick than John was because although John was good, he wasn't as skilled as his twin. Edward worked hard, twirled his tongue, hollowed his cheeks and sucked in all the right places. He also knew how to use his teeth just slightly. Yes. Edward was good at this.
John was sitting on the bed opposite where Liam was standing, his eyes watching Edward's every move. Liam knew he was going crazy with need but he wasn't allowed to touch himself, Liam had made that quite clear. He had to watch. That was his punishment.
Liam came with a long growl, his fingers gripping Edward's hair a little too tightly but it was okay because one more flick of Edward's wrist and he too was coming, humming around Liam's cock.
Liam stepped back, pulling out of Edward's mouth with an obscene 'wet' sound. He threw a smile at John before leaning down to kiss Edward's wet mouth, tasting an odd tinge of bitterness that he could never get used to.
John looked desperate now and Liam was certain that Edward would finish him off as soon as he was to leave the room. Edward got to his feet as Liam turned towards the door and just as he had predicted, the last thing he saw as he closed the door behind him was Edward kneeling beside John and pulling at his jeans. He didn't mind though, punishments weren't supposed to last forever. When they had started this, Liam fully understood that this was their world, they simply let him in every now and then and Liam knew how lucky he was.
•
It was that damn film that made Liam think things. Imagine things.
He didn't know who had put it on but it wasn't their usual type of film. It was a crime, drama, cops and robbers type film and the main character the policeman was hot. He was sexy and Liam couldn't help but think it was the uniform.
That's how he found himself searching online and even worse, buying an outfit. He felt a rush of excitement as he entered his credit card details and checked out, sure to select the next day delivery option.
When it came, Liam almost felt embarrassed, he almost regretted it but then he found himself trying it on and oh fuck, it came with a police baton that had a smaller, pointed end and Liam just knew what that was for and where it would go. The uniform was dark blue and looked ridiculous but in a strangely sexy way. The shirt only done up to just above the belly button, leaving most of Liam's chest exposed. The capped sleeves were tight around his biceps and the trousers hugged him in all the right places. He couldn't wait.
In hindsight, Liam thought he should've at least brought the idea up to them, maybe just a little suggestion to test the waters. But he didn't; instead, he crashed into their room shouting "nobody move!" While waving his baton around and having a terrified John and Edward staring back at him like rabbits in headlights.
There was a pause, longer than Liam would've liked and just long enough for him to feel uncomfortably stupid. John was laying on the bed, laptop resting on his propped up knees while Edward sat on the small sofa with the iPad, in the middle of watching something on Netflix. They both stared back at him, wide, scared eyes replaced with confused yet slightly amused ones. Liam was just about to turn on his heel and leave when John spoke, his voice soft and silky when he said: "have we been bad boys officer?"
Liam almost fist pumped he was so excited but instead, he straightened up and tried to look like he had this under control. "Yes," Liam said, unsure of where to go from there.
"Will you need to use these officer?" Edward asked as he leaned forward to poke the handcuffs hanging on Liam's belt.
"Yes," Liam said again, "but first, I'm going to have to strip search the both of you." He grabbed Edward by his hoodie and dragged him up onto his feet, a rush of excitement running through his body.
He pulled off his hoodie and his t-shirt underneath before running his hands down his chest to unbutton his jeans. "Get these off-" he growled as he pulled Edward's jeans down to his thighs. Edward smirked before leaning down to pull them down and off his legs, leaving him in his pants. Liam spun him around quickly and bent him over the desk, holding his cheek against the wood.
"Hands behind your back-" he snapped, watching as Edward complied before he cuffed him.
He turned to look at John, who looked like he was about to burst with excitement. John caught sight of Liam's baton and licked his lips, making Liam burn up. "And you!" He grabbed him and pulled off his t-shirt before stripping him of his joggers and bending him over next to Edward.
Liam took a second to look at them both, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pants each, bent over with their hands cuffed behind their backs. It was like every wet dream come to life.
He smoothed a hand down John's back, fingertips barely touching him but still making him shudder.
"Do you know what this is for?" Liam snapped as he slammed the baton down between their faces on the desk. No one answered so Liam hit the desk again, making them both flinch at the same time.
"No-" Edward said even though Liam could see that he one-hundred percent did know what it was for.
"No what?" Liam snapped, poking Edward's arm with the baton.
"No officer," Edward added, smirking behind his words.
Liam smiled down at him as he gently ran the baton down his spine and over the curve of his arse. Edward's breath hitched and Liam couldn't wait any longer. He quickly pulled Edward's pants down and took out the bottle of lube that he had tucked into his pocket. He slicked up the narrow point and very slowly entered Edward with it, making him squirm.
Liam could hear John's breathing picking up from beside Edward as he pushed it in further, opening Edward up. "Keep that there-" he snapped before stepping behind John. Edward let out a little whine and Liam laughed, bending over John to whisper in his ear.
"I think your brother likes the plug," he breathed, "let's leave it in for a little while."
John made a small noise which wasn't quite a grunt or a hum but somewhere in-between. Liam pulled John's pants down, letting them fall around his ankles. He didn't waste any time in using two fingers because he knew how John liked it, he liked the burn, the stretch, and the roughness. John moaned as he bit his lip, his eyes travelling down Edward's body as far as he could see in the position they were in. "You like it?" Liam asked, opening his fingers in a scissoring motion. "You want a go?"
John didn't answer so Liam trusted his fingers in harder. "I can't hear you, John."
"Yes!" John finally moaned before quickly saying "yes officer, I want it."
Liam quickly pulled his fingers out of him earning a needy whine from John. He stepped behind Edward again and pulled the baton out slowly, making Edward pant and grunt. He reached across and lined it up with John's entrance, circling the ring of muscles before pushing it in, faster than when he did with Edward.
John reached the hilt quickly, crying out and rocking against the desk. "That will keep you quiet," Liam smirked before turning back to Edward. He quickly slicked himself before lining himself up against Edward. "You want it?" Liam asked as he applied the tiniest bit of pressure. Edward frantically nodded before gritting out a strained "yes officer-"
"What do you say?" Liam teased, pressing against him harder.
"Please?" Edward breathed, "please officer, I want it-"
Liam ran a hand down Edward's back and looked at John, who was watching intently. "What do you want Edward?" John pulled his lip between his teeth again and Liam wanted to bite it, wanted to suck it into his mouth in a heated kiss.
"I... I want-" Edward pushed back against Liam so Liam put a hand on his head, holding him against the table. "I want you to fuck me!" Edward cried, adding a quieter "officer."
"Well done, that wasn't too difficult was it?" Liam smiled as he pushed his hips, entering Edward and bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Edward moaned and so did John and Liam thought he was going to come far too soon.
He moved his hips, pressing Edward's face into the desk as he picked up speed, the metal of the cuffs rattling as he fucked him harder. Liam moaned, the tightness and the heat almost too much, the sounds Edward was making and little sounds coming from John almost pushing him over the edge.
He reached over and took hold of the plug, moving it in time with his thrusts and making John cry out.
Edward came suddenly, his body shaking and knees buckling from under him. Liam kissed his shoulder before pulling out, pulling the plug from John at the same time. He entered John hard, picking up speed straight away. John whined and whimpered, shouted and moaned as Liam fucked him hard, leaving Edward still cuffed and watching.
He took hold of John's cuffed hands and pulled on the chain between the handcuffs, pulling it towards him. John's back arched perfectly and Liam admired his flexibility as he pulled the cuffs further, pulling John's shoulders back, his chest sticking out in front of him and his head thrown back against his shoulders. John couldn't make much noise in the position he was in but let out a strangled moan or a small hum with each thrust. It only took two more snaps of Liam's hips for John to come, his muscles flexing and hips twitching.
Liam pushed him back down, slamming him back onto the desk as he let himself go, brutally fucking into him until he came.
The world around him disappeared and he thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he climaxed, burying himself in John.
"Can I move now please?" Edward asked as soon as Liam opened his eyes again. He nodded as he pulled out of John, making him grunt and squirm.
He undid the handcuffs and watched them both shake out their arms, stretching them and flexing their backs. They both winced as they moved and Liam suddenly worried that he had hurt them.
"Okay?" He asked, looking between the two of them with wide eyes. John smiled and let out a breathy laugh as Edward nodded.
"That was... Different," Edward said with his own little smile.
"That was amazing!" John added with a nod of confirmation coming from Edward.
"You have the best ideas, Liam," Edward said as he flopped down on the bed.
Liam and John followed, all three of them getting settled into the soft bed. "Let's go to sleep and when we wake up, we can give that uniform another go-" John smiled as he closed his eyes. Liam laughed and closed his own eyes, feeling sleepy and gross, but mostly sleepy.
"I love that uniform," he heard Edward mumble as they drifted off to sleep.
•
John and Edward picked the next one. The policeman outfit had so much wear that it had run its course so they wanted something new. After a search online and Liam telling John that under no circumstance was he dressing in the sexy Elmo costume he had seen, he left them to it because he had work to do.
They wouldn't tell him what they had picked which scared him a bit and the next day when he got a text simply saying 'come over, it's here!' He was even more worried.
'It better not be Elmo!' He replied quickly, surprised when he got an instant reply asking him to come in a shirt and tie. That must mean they are the ones dressing up and Liam couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
Liam let himself in and headed inside, completely taken aback when he found them sitting in the living room. They had gone to a lot of effort and moved the dining table into the living room along with two chairs, which they were sitting in.
Liam could see straight away that they were dressed in school uniform; warring white shirts with the top three buttons undone with a loosely knotted tie.
Just as Liam was processing it all, Edward turned sideways in his chair and crossed his right leg over his left knee. He was smirking and he had every right to as Liam stared back in shock. Edward was wearing a black pleated skirt that came mid-thigh, paired with some long black knee-socks. Liam's eyes travelled up his legs and across to John's that were tucked under the table with his ankles crossed.
He was wearing the same skirt but with what looked like stockings. stockings.
Liam didn't know what to do, couldn't process it. There was something telling him that he shouldn't be aroused by this but fuck; he was. He definitely was.
"Why did you have to keep us after school, sir?" Edward asked, his lips perfectly pouting.
"You were asked a question, sir," John said when Liam didn't answer. He wasn't sure if he even remembered how to even speak.
"B-Because you were..." He made eye contact with Edward and swallowed before saying: "because you were very naughty."
Liam let his eyes wander over the two them and shifted. How was he supposed to punish them? He wasn't sure what his next move was but as he thought, his hand found a ruler that was laying on the desk. He picked it up and saw Edward lick his lips and yeah, that's what they had planned.
It turned him on, even more, thinking about them planning it, laying it all out and getting dressed up.
"Get 'round here-" Liam snapped, gesturing to his side of the desk with the ruler. They both jumped up and Liam could finally see the full picture. Their skirts were short, falling mid-thigh and John's stockings finished an inch or so under where the skirt fell. Edward's socks were pulled up over the knee, leaving his thighs exposed.
Liam swallowed again, thinking about what he was about to do and desperate for someone to touch him.
"Hands on the table." Liam's voice was deep, stern and in control, even though he didn't really feel it. They knew what effect they had on him and Liam was under no illusion that he was the one in control here.
They complied easily, placing their palms against the table, the angle letting Liam see right up the back of those skirts.
His eyes widened at the sight of the small panties they were both wearing, delicate little black ones that were almost see through. Liam didn't know what they were but they looked like woman's knickers that covered only half of their arses and made out of some kind of sheer material that he wanted to touch.
"Come on then-" John said, breaking character slightly but managing to wake Liam up. He stepped forward and ran the corner of the ruler down the length of John's back, all the way down and over his arse.
"Impairment aren't we?" Liam teased, watching his muscles twitch and tense under Liam's gentle touch. He hitched John's skirt up using the ruler and tutted. "Dirty."
John huffed out a short breath and Liam smirked. He pulled his arm back and only hesitated for a second before snapping the ruler down against John's arse cheek. John's breath hitched but he didn't react in any other way. Liam thought that he had been too gentle so the next one was a little harder.
There was a noise this time, a light slapping sound followed by a breathed whimper from John.
Edward shifted next to him so Liam quickly slapped the ruler against his skin without warning. Edward jumped, his elbows almost buckling, a small yelp falling from his lips. Liam licked his lips and quickly snapped the ruler back down against his cheek, making the pale skin a deep red. Edward pushed his hips back, jutting out his arse in a silent plea for more. But that wouldn't be as fun, so Liam moved his attention back to John.
He slapped the bare skin that the knickers didn't cover without warning, making John groan. It all came as a surprise to Liam, he had no idea they would be into spanking. He knew they were no angels, they weren't as sweet and pure as they looked. When this all started, Liam went gentle, careful with the both of them but it didn't last long because it soon became obvious that behind closed doors, they were just like anyone else. Maybe even a bit rougher, riskier than anyone else Liam had slept with.
Liam used the ruler to lightly rub the red skin, soothing it a little. His left hand reached out and he ran his index finger over the seam of the underwear, finally touching the exposed skin there. "These-" Liam choked off, his throat dry and his dick begging to be touched.
He turned back towards Edward and done the same, hooking his finger under the knickers and running it up and down. "You're dirty." He removed his hand before leaning forward to cup the front of the knickers.
Edward gasped as Liam grabbed his dick through the knickers. They were already wet where Edward had been leaking and that was it, he couldn't wait. Liam quickly let go and pulled his trousers down to his ankles. "Don't think your punishment is over-" Liam snapped as he stepped forward and lined himself up. He wondered if he should stretch him first but Edward interrupted the thought by pushing back against him. He didn't want to be prepared, he wanted it like this and the thought almost killed Liam as he pushed forward, painfully slow.
Edward let out a long groan, pushing back with his hips and arching his back just perfectly. Liam looked at John, who was watching intently, his hips rubbing against the desk and Liam really thought he wasn't going to last. "Stop!" He had enough mind to snap, his hand pulling John's arm. "I didn't say you could do that-"
John groaned and took a step back from the desk, his palms flat against the table top still.
Liam pulled out almost fully before slamming back into Edward, rocking him against the table. He set a hard pace, his hips quickly snapping back and forth and Edward tried his hardest to brace himself against the table.
He was moaning like something out of porn and Liam was on the edge. He drew back his hand and brought it down hard against Edward's arse cheek. "Shut up, you need to stay silent-" he ordered, Edward falling silent instantly. It was hard, Liam could tell, Edward bit his lips and at one point, brought his own hand up and over his mouth. It was incredibly hot and desperate.
He quickly pulled out, allowing himself a moment to calm down. He needed to last. Edward's body deflated a little, his hips pushing back in search for Liam.
"You've been so good," Liam cooed at John, cupping his arse cheek and squeezing. "You deserve a reward."
John whimpered at his touch, trying to stifle it and Liam smiled as he said: "it's okay, you can make as much noise as you wish." He gave another squeeze and John groaned.
He looked back at Edward and the idea struck him. He almost laughed, he was so giddy. "John-" Liam pulled John's underwear down and pulled him towards him. "Your reward for being good, do you want to know what it is?"
"Yes sir," John breathed, his cheeks pink and lips wet. He looked like he had already been fucked.
Liam held his hand as he pulled him behind Edward. "You get you fuck your brother..." Liam smiled, watching John's eyes run over Edward hungrily.
"While I fuck you," Liam added, John's eyes flicking to his. John was smiling and quickly turned towards Edward to line himself up.
"Can he make noise now please sir?" John asked, fluttering his eyelashes and Liam couldn't say no so he nodded.
He watched as John smoothed a hand down the length of Edward's back before slowly entering him.
He leaned over him and kissed his neck before whispering: "you can make noise," and it was like someone lighting a firework as Edward let go and moaned, panting and pushing back against John.
John set a pace, not as hard and fast as Liam's but almost. He watched them for a moment before moving behind John, placing his hand on the back of his head and pushing him down so he was bent over Edward's body.
John stilled his hips and Liam touched him, running both hands over his arse and pressing a finger to his hole. He heard Edward whimper from underneath John and Liam wondered if he was uncomfortable under John's weight and bent over a table.
He spread John's cheeks and lined himself up before quickly pushing into him. He wasn't slow like he was with Edward, he had passed any kind of restraint and he was desperate.
John cried out, his fingers gripping Edward's shoulders, making Edward moan too. Liam pulled back before thrusting back into him, making his hips push further into Edward and making him groan.
John leaned up, bracing himself on Edward's shoulders and the angle was so much better now he was almost standing, tighter and deeper. Liam leaned forward to bite his shoulder, snapping his hips forward. Liam fucked into him, in turn making John fuck into Edward as his thrusts moved John's hips, moving his cock in and out of his brother.
Edward reached out, his chest flat against the table with his arms stretched above his head, holding the edge of the table on the opposite side.
Liam continued his brutal pace, furiously thrusting into John and watching him fuck into Edward. It was almost too much, Liam was hot and sticky, his muscles tight and his stomach knotting. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came and he secretly hoped he wouldn't be the first one.
John straightened himself up so he was standing up straight, his back against Liam's chest and his head lolled back against his shoulder. John took the lead by thrusting into Edward, snapping his hips back and into Liam, who was all too happy for him to take over.
Liam stilled himself, letting John thrust back and forth, the filthiest moans leaving his lips, echoed by Edward's.
Liam looked over his shoulder, watching John fuck Edward. His skirt was bunched up around his waist, shirt pushed up under his armpits and twisted. Edward's cheek was flat against the table while his fingers gripped the far edge, the whole table rocking with the force of John's thrusts.
Liam knew he was about to come but then John was crying out, his voice high pitched and broken, his hips stuttering as he pushed into Edward. John gripped Edward's shoulders hard, so hard Liam thought he would leave bruises but Edward was moaning and saying John's name, his hips twitching and Liam realised that he was coming too.
Liam pulled back and thrust hard into John, only needing to do it once before he was coming. He let out a long moan, the heat spreading all over his body and all he could think about was how good this was, how tight it was, how hot it was.
John moved first, lightly pushing Liam off of him and he stood up and pulled out of Edward. Edward made a sound of discomfort as he stood up slowly and Liam was taken aback at his appearance. His hair was all over the place, lips bit red and shiny and Liam could see the marks where John's fingers had been. There was also a red line across his stomach where the edge of the table had been digging into him.
"Are you okay?" Liam asked, feeling guilty that Edward was being crushed under both of them.
"Are you kidding?" Edward laughed, his eyes bright but tired. "I've never been better!"
John laughed and turned to walk away and Liam could see the dark marks on his arse from the spanking. He hoped he hadn't hurt them, taken it too far but then Edward was lifting John's skirt and saying: "cool, you've bruised. Have I?" He turned around and lifted his own skirt for John to assess the damage.
"Yeah!" John grinned, running his fingers over the skin and adding: "That's so hot."
Liam left quickly, the sight of them lifting up their skirts to look at each other's butts was too much and Liam didn't have the energy to get hard again.
•
"Lay down and close your eyes!" John snapped as Liam tried to peak again. He slowly lowered himself down so his head was resting on the pile of pillows, his eyes firmly closed. "Keep then closed now."
"Okay, okay-" Liam laughed, shifting around to get comfy. He was wearing nothing but his boxers on their instruction and now he was left waiting. Maybe that's what they wanted, to build up the tension, the anticipation.
He heard them moving somewhere next to the bed and strained his ears. He couldn't hear anything until Edward cleared his throat and said: "open your eyes-"
Liam's eyes sprang open and landed on the two of them. His eyes widened at the sight; both of them dressed as nurses, in skin-tight little dresses. The dresses were white with a big red medical cross over the left nipple. They both had the little watches pinned to the right side and a stethoscope around their necks.
"We're going to check you over," John smiled sweetly. Edward moved around the other side of the bed and gave him a smile too. "Open your mouth please?" Edward asked, pulling out a little plastic stick. Liam opened his mouth, his brain trying to catch up with the situation.
Edward leaned over him, the deep V neck of the dress showing off his fair skin as he stuck the stick into his mouth. Liam's eyes focused on where the dress ended and Edward's thighs began. He figured that they must have a thing for dresses but that was more than okay because they looked amazing.
When Liam looked back up, Edward was looking at John and he was sure they were having a silent conversation. "I'll listen to your heartbeat." John leaned down, putting the stethoscope in his ears before pressing it to Liam's chest. The coldness made Liam hiss and twitch but Edward was moving the stick against his tongue so he couldn't speak.
"Close your mouth-" Edward said as he stood up, taking the plastic stick from his mouth. Liam done as he was told and watched as John listened to his chest.
"That's actually quite cool," John smiled as he stood up, looking at Edward.
"Let me have a go-" Edward reached out to take the stethoscope from
John and put it in his ears. Liam watched him as he listened to his heart with a smile. "That is cool-" Edward grinned at John.
"Is it real?" Liam asked because now he was intrigued.
"Yeah, I got it online," John told him proudly. Liam frowned at him, curious now and said: "well I want a go too-"
"No," Edward snapped, "we're the doctors... Or nurses."
"But I wanna go." Liam tried to grab it but Edward was faster, the game completely forgot about now.
"Liam, just shut up and let us be doctors," John tutted.
"Nurses." Edward corrected, earning a glare from John.
"Whatever," he said, "just shut up, we can play with that later."
Liam huffed and sat back with his arms folded. "Okay, where were we?" John mumbled as he looked down at Liam. He ran his fingers down Liam's chest, making him shiver and forget all about how unfair it was that he couldn't try the stethoscope out.
"We'll make you feel better," Edward whispered, grabbing the front of Liam's pants and winking.
Liam bucked up into the touch, letting his eyes run down Edward's body, taking in the uniform and licking his lips. John leaned down and kissed him, opened mouthed and wet. He closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the both of them.
Edward pulled on his pants until they were completely removed and thrown to the side. He stroked Liam far too gently and teasingly slow.
Liam moaned into John's mouth just as John closed his lips around his tongue and sucked. Liam hummed, moving his tongue in and out of John's mouth and making John whimper. He pulled back and smirked before looking at Edward and saying: "examination time?"
Edward nodded and Liam frowned, getting nervous about what they had planned.
"All fours-" Edward instructed, letting go of Liam's dick and leaving him wound up and frustrated.
Liam slowly moved, debating with himself if he wanted to be on all fours because fuck knows what they wanted to do to him. He briefly wondered what other medical equipment John had found online but tried not to think about it as he knelt over, completely exposed.
"Have you ever had an internal examination Liam?" John asked, his voice genially curious, making Liam wonder if this was apart of the game.
"Yeah," he mumbled, not really wanting to talk about it at this very moment in time.
"Did you like it?" Edward asked. Liam scoffed as he shook his head because no, it wasn't great. "You'll like this one." Liam opened his mouth to ask what exactly Edward had meant by that but then slick fingers were circling his entrance and words were lost on him.
He turned the other way to see John, his brow furrowed as he watched his fingers slick Liam up. He gently pushed his index finger against the opening and slipped it inside. Liam closed his eyes again as John moved his finger back and forth.
It wasn't usual that Liam bottomed, he had only ever done it once or twice so it felt strange and as John added another finger, Liam grunted and tried to relax against the intrusion.
It felt kind of nice after a while, John had used enough lube that it was easy and he was going slow, his fingers moving gently inside of him.
There was silence in the room, the only sound being Liam's small moans when another finger was added. He looked to his left and realised Edward was no longer there so craned his neck to look behind him. Edward was standing next to John, his arm stretched out and he realised that they were both fingering him; two fingers each.
He moaned at the thought, finding it incredibly hot, leaking pre-come as he pushed back against them.
Someone bent their knuckles and with precise fingers found Liam's prostate. Liam cried out, hearing a small laugh from behind him right before they done it again, fingers brushing up against that spot.
They started to thrust their fingers, timing their thrusts so as one pulled out, the other thrust in and vice-versa, his prostrate constantly being stimulated. Liam moaned and gripped the pillow underneath him, his elbows bucking, unable to hold his weight any longer.
"Ready?" John asked and Liam nodded. He didn't have to be told what John was talking about, he was ready, so ready.
One of them pulled their fingers out and Liam felt an odd loss, missing them straight away. He felt a pushing sensation followed by a 'pop' and he wanted to pull away but at the same time, he wanted more.
It occurred to him that one of them still had two fingers in place while the other one was pushing in and Liam had a thought, an idea of what was going to happen.
John whispered a small "fuck-" so Liam guessed it was him who was currently balls deep while Edward scissored his fingers, making Liam feel a strange feeling of being stretched open.
John didn't move, just let Edward finger him but If Liam was to think about it for long enough, Edward's fingers were moving against John's dick while inside of him, and it was just too dirty to imagine.
The fingers slowly pulled out and Liam waited but they didn't return. There was a moment of nothing before John started moving his hips, thrusting into him slowly and carefully. Liam grunted and pushed against him. He loved the feeling, loved the fullness and wondered why he didn't do this more often.
John pulled out a bit too far, pulling completely out before thrusting back in. Liam moaned, quite likening the 'popping' sensation, moaning as he done it again.
John set a rhythm, pulling right out before thrusting back in, harder than before and it was only then Liam noticed his hips being pulled from side to side. He opened his eyes as his hips were pulled to the right before John entered him, that popping sensation making Liam moan before he pulled out and pushed Liam's arse to the left. He entered him again and suddenly Liam realised what was happening; they were taking it in turns to fuck him, passing him back and forth between themselves and fucking into him.
Liam wanted to see but couldn't get a good enough look, the whole situation almost too much for him. He caught sight of Edward bucking his hips as he fucked Liam, burying himself inside before pulling out. John pulled Liam towards him and repeated what Edward had done, fucking into him with a grunt before passing him back to Edward. Liam moaned and he wished he was on his back so he could see them.
There was suddenly nothing, leaving Liam feeling a strange emptiness. He turned his head to see what they were doing, mumbling a weak: "more." He felt a hand on his back and the pressure again as someone pushed against his entrance. It was different somehow, it felt harder than before, bigger and Liam wondered if they were using some sort of sex toy. He could take it though, needed it as he pushed back against it.
There was a bigger pop as something entered him and he heard John whimper as Edward groaned. There was burning, whatever they were using was almost too big but there was so much lube, it slipped in quickly, making Liam shudder.
"Oh my god-" Edward whispered and Liam turned to see, suddenly realising and fuck. They were both inside of him and Liam didn't even know how it was possible. But it was and they were moving at alternate times, just like they had done with their fingers. John pulled out as Edward pushed in and all Liam could do was helplessly cry out from underneath them.
He felt his stomach knot and he knew he was about to come.
He opened his mouth and let out a deep moan, his words a jumble and slurred as he tried to warn them. Liam thought that they hadn't heard, hadn't understood but then someone was stroking him, hard and fast, aiming for one thing. Liam cried out, throwing his head back, almost screaming as his orgasm took him. They had stopped fucking him but someone was still stroking him through it and Liam could've sworn he passed out just for a second.
By the time he had come back to earth, John and Edward were climbing into bed. They must have finished themselves off, or each other while Liam was spaced out and he was only slightly disappointed that he had missed it. He turned onto his back and winced. He was sore and his whole body ached but it almost felt nice, a little reminder of what had happened.
They fell onto the bed either side of Liam, their breathing laboured and eyes closed. Liam wanted to say something, comment on how filthy that was and how he wants to do it again and again but he didn't, he just closed his eyes with a small smile. "Can I play with the stethoscope now please?" Liam asked, getting nothing but silence in return.
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