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Seeing Someone

Lando Norris x friend!reader (female reader)

summary: Lando is finally ready to tell you how he feels when he overhears you say that you've started seeing someone - but overheard conversations aren't always what they seem. wc: 5.5k author's note: a few disclaimers: 1. let's all pretend that everyone has to spend a few weeks at MTC before the start of the season and they commute to/from London. 2. therapy and mental health help are so important - i purposefully left some things vague because people go to therapy for a variety of reasons and it should be normalized! i also didn't want things to get too heavy or potentially upset anyone by choosing to elaborate on something they relate to/hits a little too close to home. 3. this was inspired by a post i saw on my dash that said "when you said you were seeing someone i was hoping you meant a therapist". this originally started out more light-hearted, but the angst came out and i couldn't stop. feeling a little insecure about this one - thoughts and feelings in the comments/reblogs/my inbox would be so cherished and appreciated :) once again, special shoutout to @sof1shticated for being my beta reader. couldn't do this without you, Mel! warnings: mentions of reader going to therapy, mentions of reader drinking, a few curse words (i think), and angst! but there is a happy ending (even if it's a little open-ended)

Lando had searched the entirety of McLaren HQ at this point and started to worry – you were quite literally nowhere to be found. Usually, this wouldn’t phase him, since you were notorious for getting distracted or caught up in conversation with everyone you came across. You especially found ways to delay leaving MTC when you had to be there physically – the commute from HQ back to London each day was objectively the worst part of everyone coming together in the weeks leading up to each new season.

Today, however, the two of you had plans to get dinner at your favorite restaurant in London and you would never miss a chance to devour your favorite scallop risotto, cheese garlic bread, several glasses of wine, and a heaping mound of tiramisu for dessert.

He stopped speed-walking abruptly when he saw a familiar head of brown hair out of the corner of his eye.

“OSCAR,” Lando shouted, his speed-walk turning into a run. “Oscar, have you seen Y/N? She told me to meet at her office at 5:00pm but it’s 5:30pm and she is literally missing. She better have a good excuse, I hate being late.”

“Missing? Are you sure she’s not just caught up in a meeting? I saw her heading to Zak’s office around 4:45pm, did you check there?”

“Zak’s office, of course! The one place I didn’t check. Thanks, Osc, you’re the man.”

Oscar rolled his eyes – “Anytime, Lan. What are you running late for? Hot date?”

Lando didn’t miss the wiggle of Oscar’s eyebrows and slight smirk. It wasn’t a secret to the Australian that Lando had a crush on Y/N – although Lando had never confirmed or denied it, it was pretty obvious to anyone who spent more than 30 seconds around them.

“Ah, something like that,” Lando said nonchalantly, a bashful blush making its way to his cheeks.

“Good luck, mate!” Oscar threw a wave over his shoulder as he heard the retreating sound of Lando’s trainers smacking against the floor.

In truth, although you and Lando were just friends and Lando was terrified he may ruin that, he had plans to tell you about his feelings for you that night at dinner. It had been almost a year since you started working for McLaren, and almost a year of Lando pining after you in secret. He spent most days trying to convince himself he was content just being your friend, but he was determined to make 2024 his year. His first win, hopefully of many, maybe even WDC contender material, and finally plucking up the courage to be honest with you.

As Lando hurriedly approached Zak’s office, he could see that the door was slightly ajar and heard your voice trailing through the opening.

“I really appreciate you taking the time to talk to me, Zak. And a massive thank you for approving the time off on such late notice.”

“Anytime, Y/N, you know you’re like family to me and everyone here. You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, I’m seeing someone. It’s still new so I’m not set on him yet but I have a really good feeling about it, I’m really starting to wish I had called him sooner. He actually suggested the days off, I’m seeing him on Tuesday and hopefully things continue to go well.”

Lando’s heart dropped to his stomach – all week he had been thinking about tonight. How to tell you, how you might react, how nervous he was, and each day he grew even more anxious. He was panicking – what was he supposed to do? How could he sit across from you all night knowing that he’d missed his chance?

“That’s so good to hear,” Zak said earnestly. “Keep me updated and enjoy your days off.”

Lando could hear chairs scraping and scrambled to leave the scene before you walked out of Zak’s office to find him eavesdropping. He got about 50 feet down the hallway before he heard your voice from behind.

“Lan,” you shouted. “I’m so sorry, I’m totally late but I had to meet with Zak about something and his last meeting went way over.”

You jogged a little to catch up to him – a bright smile on your face that made his heart rate skyrocket and his palms grow sweaty. He couldn’t see you feeling like this. Not tonight, not when he could barely keep himself from telling you that he would be a much better boyfriend than whoever you were dating.

“We still on for dinner? I grabbed everything I needed from my office before I met with Zak so if we leave right this second and ignore the speed limit, they may seat us,” you bumped his shoulder as you joked.

Unable to help himself, only thinking about how hurt he was even though you’d done nothing wrong, Lando blurted out an excuse. “Actually, I was trying to find you to tell you I can’t make it.”

He tried not to react when he saw your face fall a little, but he told himself it was because you were disappointed about the last-minute change in plans and not that he wasn’t going.

“You should still go though,” he offered quickly. “I’m sure you have someone you could take with you!”

Your eyes spotted Oscar across the hallway and you smiled slightly – it had been a while since you had spent time with him and you knew he was having a rough week.

“Yeah, I have someone in mind,” you mused, focusing your eyes back on Lando. “Is everything ok? Are you not feeling well?”

“No, I’m fine, I just forgot I have plans.”

“Well, we had plans. You scheduled over me?”

“It’s a last-minute thing. Date thing. Last-minute date thing.”

“Oh,” you gasped. “Oh, that’s great!” You plastered a fake smile on your face – hoping that he was just as oblivious now as he apparently is to your feelings. “I hope you have a great time, she’s a lucky girl! I’ll see you on Wednesday, I’m taking a couple days off!”

Before he had a chance to say anything else, you sped off in search of Oscar to bribe him to accompany you to dinner. While you set off across the room, Lando smacked himself in the forehead and groaned.

“Why did you tell her it was a date, you idiot,” he mumbled to himself. Now, it was his turn to speed walk through McLaren HQ, but if he had turned around just for a moment, he would have caught you stopped in your tracks staring at him longingly as he walked away.

You shook your head and sighed, continuing your quest to find the younger McLaren driver and rope him into an evening filled with good food and, if you were being honest with yourself, probably a few tears.

A few moments later, you spotted floppy brown hair bouncing as Oscar walked toward the employee parking lot.

“Oscar!” You yelled after him, increasing your pace to catch up to him.

“Hey,” he said, confusion evident on his face, “I thought you were going out with Lando?”

“He’s got a date,” you blurted. “He has a date and he canceled on me and it’s fine. I am fine. But I want my scallop risotto and tiramisu so you’re coming with me.”

“Sure, Y/N, lead the way.”

Oscar was, to put it extremely lightly, confused. Lando was completely enamored by you – anyone with eyes could see it. Oscar was wholly convinced that Lando was going to officially ask you out at dinner tonight, especially after the brief conversation they had while you were late to meet up with him.

Yet, here he was, sat across from you in a dimly lit room as you sipped on your third glass of wine and, with all the subtlety of a neon sign, wiped a tear from your lower lash line.

“It’s not that I’m not happy for him, I’m so happy for him. But canceling last minute is a dick move, right? It’s a dick move. I know I’m just his friend, sometimes I feel like just a colleague, but I’m not being dramatic, right?”

Oscar stared at you blankly – his eyes wide and a look of pure fear on his face. He considered himself good at most things, great at quite a few, but comforting a crying woman was bottom of the list of Oscar Piastri’s skills.

“It’s totally a dick move,” he nodded his head eagerly in agreement. “I just don’t get it – when I saw him earlier he was frantic trying to find you. I think he’d scoured the entirety of MTC, he was out of breath when I found him.”

“Well, at least he had the decency to find me and tell me in person that he planned on ditching me.”

“Yeah, but that’s just it, it didn’t seem like he was trying to find you to tell you that. He complained about being late and when I asked him if he had a hot date, he blushed.”

“He is literally on a hot date.”

“Ok, well, when I asked him I meant did he have a hot date specifically with you.”

You scoffed and set your glass down – as much as you loved Oscar and you knew he’d never judge you, if you had any more wine you’d end up sobbing and not just wiping stray tears away.

“As if! Lando has never once made a move on me even though I flirt, or at least try to flirt, with him any chance I get.”

“You flirt with Lando?”

“I made him a personalized Spotify playlist, had Stroopwafels overnighted to him from The Netherlands after Vegas, bought him a sweater for his birthday with a card that said ‘to match your eyes’, and I compliment him every time I see him.”

“That’s your idea of flirting?”

“Well, yes.”

“Y/N, that’s just being nice to people. You’re nice to everyone. Lando is not going to understand that you’re a little extra nice to him and that means you’re trying to woo him.”

You huffed and slumped in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest. “Ok, well, how would you flirt with Lando?”

“Did you seriously just ask me that question?”

“Yes because apparently you know all about flirting! And by the way, Logan thought I was coming onto him when I was just being nice so some people would consider my actions flirtatious.”

“That doesn’t count, Logan thinks Uber drivers are flirting with him when they say ‘have a nice day’.”

You and Oscar shared a laugh at the mention of your mutual friend – somehow an even more hopeless case than you in the world of romance.

Your laughs turned to giggles and eventually died down completely. A sigh climbed its way out of your throat, the sudden change in your mood evident to Oscar.

“It doesn’t matter anyway – he’s seeing someone so no more trying, and according to you failing, to flirt.”

“You don’t know how serious it is, maybe this was a first date and it’ll go horribly. He definitely doesn’t have a girlfriend if that’s what you’re worried about, he was just saying the other day that Lily and I make him feel painfully single. We can ask him about it on Monday!”

You frowned a bit and tried to recover, but Oscar noticed the way your face fell slightly. “I’m actually taking a few days off, I need some personal time. I won’t be back at MTC until Wednesday.”

“Is everything ok? You don’t have to tell me but if you need anything, you know I’m there for you, right?”

You smiled at Oscar – it was a rare thing to find such great friends in the people you worked with, but you got so incredibly lucky with the McLaren team, especially Lando and Oscar. “I know that, Osc. You’re a gem.”

With a nod of understanding, Oscar changed the subject to something more pleasant, and you enjoyed the rest of your evening with your friend.

When Wednesday morning rolled around, you felt like your stomach might explode from nerves. You had resisted texting Lando over the past few days to ask about his date, you didn’t want to seem too eager and hoped it would come up naturally in conversation during the day. You hadn’t talked to Oscar much, though he’d texted you a few times to check in, but you wondered if he had talked to Lando at all and if he had details on how well Lando’s date went.

You arrived at MTC fairly early, hoping to get a head start on your day. Winter break was nearly over, and you were swamped with finalizing everything for the start of the 2024 season. It wasn’t until lunch that you saw Lando at all and he just so happened to be waiting in your office, sitting comfortably in your chair, while you were walking back from your latest meeting.

“Lando! What are you doing here?”

“I, uh,” he scrambled. “I was just…I don’t know really. I guess I wanted to see you, we haven’t talked in a few days since you’ve been out.”

“Well, we’ve both been busy. You could’ve texted me. How was your date?”

“It was good. Great. How about yours?”

You smiled remembering your evening with Oscar, assuming he had told Lando at some point that he had accompanied you. “Honestly so fun, we had the best time. I hope we get to do it again soon.”

Lando cringed – jealousy rearing its ugly head as he looked down at his feet before answering. “Same, I’ll probably go out with her again this weekend.”

“Good for you,” you gritted. “I’m glad you had fun. I actually have a million things to do so if there’s nothing important…”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just wanted to see you. I guess we’ll catch up soon? Hope you enjoyed your days off.”

Mustering up a fake smile, you told him definitely, awkwardly standing as he rose from your desk and left your office. As soon as he was far enough away that he couldn’t hear you, you groaned. The tension between you and Lando was unbearable, though you didn’t understand why it seemed to mostly be coming from him. Before you had a chance to think any further, you could hear your phone buzzing from inside your bag and begrudgingly pulled it out to see a text from Oscar.

did you go on a date over the weekend?

no? why are you asking me that?

well then why did lando just sit across from me and say ‘did Y/N tell you anything about her date?’

he was just in my office, I asked him how his date went and he asked about ‘mine’. i assumed he was talking about Friday and that you told him i brought you?

i never told him, i guess he thought you brought a real date?

You paused before responding to Oscar, confusion evident on your face and in your lack of response. Before you could type out a reply, two more texts came in.

ok something is up because i just told him that i went with you on friday and he said “i know, i saw you in her insta story in the reflection of a wine glass, i’m talking about yesterday”

insane that he looked close enough to see me in your wine glass but not the point

i literally haven’t been on a date in two years

let me figure this out

You slid your phone back into your bag and pulled out your laptop – your Lando problems would have to wait until you were at least somewhat caught up after missing two days so close to the start of the season.

Meanwhile, at a conference room table in MTC, Oscar was confused. Which, as of late, was a common occurrence when it came to you and Lando.

“Mate,” Oscar addressed Lando, “if you’re not talking about Friday, what date did you ask Y/N about? She hasn’t been on a date in forever.”

“Well then he must have canceled on her because she was supposed to have plans yesterday, it’s why she took days off.”

“I don’t know the exact reason why she took days off but she told me on Friday that she was and didn’t seem too happy about it. Said it was personal reasons.”

“Going on a date is personal.”

“Not ‘take two days off of work’ personal! Where are you even getting this information?”

Lando looked away sheepishly, afraid to admit to Oscar that he had eavesdropped on a private conversation between you and Zak. With Oscar looking at him expectantly, and a bit like a pissed-off Mum, he blurted it out.

“I heard her talking to Zak! Last week on Friday, when I was looking for her, she was in his office and the door was cracked. She had asked him for a couple days off and talked about how she recently started seeing someone and was seeing him again on Tuesday aka yesterday.”

Now Oscar was really confused. You had cried over Lando publicly on Friday, and he knew you fairly well, which meant there was no way you would be crying over Lando and going out with someone else four days later.

“I think you need to just talk to her because I promise you, she is not seeing someone. Also, what do you care? You ditched her for a date on Friday.”

Oscar had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he watched Lando’s face fall.

“Lando, tell me you didn’t.”

“I might have.”

“Jesus, Lando, you heard 30 seconds of a conversation and decided to lie to her? Because what, your ego took a blow? Some caveman instinct?”

“No, I don’t know, honestly. It just slipped out! I had planned to ask her out for real and when I heard her say ‘I’m seeing someone’, I just didn’t know how to be around her. I couldn’t be around her that night.”

“You need to go talk to her. Apologize. Preferably, immediately.”

Lando jumped up from his seat and sighed. “You’re right. She might kill me, and she has every right to, but I have to talk to her and apologize to her. Wish me luck!”

Before Oscar could do what Lando had asked, Lando raced off towards your office, barely stopping himself from tripping over his own two feet.

Across MTC, you had just settled your mind and gotten into a groove of catching up on emails and making progress on deadlines. As soon as you thought to yourself that the day was going better than expected, your office door flung open and Lando Norris was standing stiff in your doorway.

“Lan, I told you that I’m busy. What is going on?” Annoyance was evident in your voice and Lando cringed knowing that this conversation was probably not going to be very pleasant.

“Why did you take time off?”

Your body straightened in shock, of all the things he could have asked you after bombarding you in your office, you wouldn’t have guessed he would pry into your personal life.

“That’s none of your business, Lando. If you were worried about me, you could have reached out, but I haven’t heard from you since you ditched me on Friday.”

Lando could see the hurt on your face, he could see it evident in your body language. He thought back to how you had looked upset immediately when he told you on Friday that he couldn’t go with you – when he told himself it had nothing to do with you wanting to spend time with him.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I’m sorry for that, it wasn’t – I mean I didn’t, I didn’t want to not go. I just didn’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m totally lost. You didn’t know what to do about what, Lando?”

He steeled himself for your reaction – something he had learned by being your friend for the past year was that you held trust and truth in high regard. You didn’t like being lied to, and you didn’t like people trying to dig into your life or get information you weren’t willing to share.

“I heard you in Zak’s office. I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose, I swear, I was looking for you because you were late meeting me. Oscar told me you might be with Zak so I went there and the door was open. And I heard you. So I lied and told you that I couldn’t go to dinner, I don’t know why I said I had a date. All I could focus on was how hurt I was, I just couldn’t be around you and then I felt so stupid and terrible for lying so that’s why I didn’t text you at all.”

You were completely and utterly perplexed – you couldn’t even react with anger at the thought of Lando listening to a private conversation and outright lying to you. What could he have overheard that he was so upset about?

“Lando, I’m still confused. What did you hear? How did I hurt you?”

“No, no, you didn’t hurt me. You have no idea how I feel about you – I was going to tell you that night.” Lando was word-vomiting at this point, he never wanted you to find out this way but he couldn’t stop rambling. “I have had feelings for you for so long, and I finally decided that I was going to tell you even if I was convinced you don’t feel the same. And now I know you don’t because you’re seeing someone and – ”

You interrupted him sternly, allowing the anger you were feeling to come forth and shoving down your confusion. “I’m not dating anyone? Is that why you asked Oscar about my ‘date’? Where did you get that idea?”

“You told Zak that you’re seeing someone and that it’s new but things are going good. I heard you say you were seeing him again on Tuesday.”

Your eyes doubled in size – if you weren’t so pissed off, you might have found humor in this, but you felt heat rising to your cheeks and your stomach churned at the thought of divulging your personal struggles.

“Lando, I’m seeing a therapist,” you hissed.

He froze for a moment, then scrambled to shut your door which was still ajar from him barging in.

“A therapist? Are you okay? What’s going on, why didn’t you tell me that you’ve been struggling?”

“No, no, you don’t get to do this right now. You don’t get to make me less angry by being kind and caring.”

“I’m not doing it to make you less angry, Y/N, I genuinely – ”

“I don’t care, Lando! You eavesdropped on my private conversation, misunderstood the context of that conversation, and then you lied to me. You hurt me. And now, because you got your feelings hurt and did things you shouldn’t have done, I have to share something I wasn’t comfortable sharing with you just yet.”

Lando was speechless – you could see the remorse on his face, the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, but in that moment you wanted him to feel even worse than you were.

“And you want to know the worst part,” you cried. “I feel the same way about you. I cried to Oscar at dinner because I thought you were with someone else, that you would have rather been at dinner with a different girl.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. Can we please just go somewhere and talk? Really talk this out? I know I messed up, but this doesn’t have to change things or how we feel about each other.”

You wanted to, god, did you want to – you knew Lando hadn’t done any of this on purpose. You knew he didn’t have malicious intent and you knew how hurt he probably felt at the idea of you being with someone – it was exactly the way you felt when you thought the same about him.

“I think you should go, Lan”. Despite every part of you wanting to sit and talk, you knew that you needed some time to settle down.

“Ok,” he whispered. “When you’re ready,” he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, “if you’re ever ready, you know where to find me.”

His posture made you feel sick as he left your office – Lando was always confident, shoulders back and head held high, but as you watched him through the glass walls surrounding you, he was hunched over. Dejected. You’d only ever seen him that way a few times – after he was torn apart by the media or after making a mistake during a race.

It hurt you to see him that way. But, he had also hurt you, and you needed time.

It had been two weeks since “the incident” with Lando – that’s what Oscar started calling it and it stuck. Fight felt too strong, disagreement felt too weak, so it became something nameless. Undefined. Indeterminate. Exactly like what existed now between you and Lando.

Oscar and Lando were set to leave for Sakhir in a week and you wouldn’t see them again until you joined the team for the Australian GP. If you didn’t work things out with Lando before they left for testing, it would be well over a month without a resolution.

The thought made your eyes burn with tears – you were still upset but more than that you missed Lando. You didn’t even have to wonder if he felt the same because you’d seen him around MTC. He looked just as awful as you, if not worse, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to start a conversation.

You began packing up your things to leave the office, grateful beyond belief that it was a Friday and you’d have two days without seeing Lando’s familiar curls everywhere you turned. At least at home, you would only see them behind closed eyes and wouldn’t have to blink back tears.

A knock at your door startled you, but you assumed it was your team lead looking for your latest analytics report. At least there was one thing you could be happy about – the car data was phenomenal and all signs were pointing to an amazing season for McLaren.

You told whoever was knocking to come in, not looking up from your bag as you rifled through your files. “So sorry, Tom, I meant to bring this to you earlier but I – ”

A throat clearing cut you off, and you looked up to see Lando standing in your doorway with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and one of those cheesy “I’m sorry” balloons in his left hand. You almost giggled, but then you looked at his face and your heart dropped. Dark circles under red-rimmed eyes - he looked awful.

“I know you said you’d reach out when you’re ready to talk, and I wanted to respect that and give you all the space you need. But, we’re both miserable. At least I think you’re miserable, I know I am. I miss you terribly. I miss my friend. And if that’s all you’ll ever be to me, I can respect that and I will cherish it because the past week has been the worst week of my life.”

“Lando, I – ”

“Please, please let me get all of this out. Please let me apologize.”

You smiled slightly, nodding your head for him to continue.

“I’m sorry for invading your privacy. It wasn’t on purpose but I should have left as soon as I heard you talking because I know how important trust is to you. I violated yours and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying to you. It doesn’t matter if I was hurt, I could’ve just said I wasn’t feeling well or asked you about what I overheard immediately. After apologizing for overhearing, of course. I’m sorry that it took Oscar talking sense into me for me to come to you in the first place. I’m sorry that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I behaved like a child instead of talking to you about my feelings. My actions made you feel forced to tell me something personal that you weren’t ready to share. I’m so sorry, and I hope you know that I’m here for you always.”

He let out a deep breath and you watched his shoulders relax slightly for the first time in two weeks. You knew he was sorry – you’d known how sorry he was immediately when he started explaining and apologizing the first time around, but you just weren’t ready to hear it yet.

“Thank you, Lan,” you whispered as you walked towards him and took his free hand in your own. “I know you’re sorry and I know that this was all a misunderstanding that just got out of hand.”

“I am also sorry for springing my feelings on you. I wanted to tell you properly, ask you out properly, but I couldn’t explain myself without telling you. I ruined everything, it was woefully unromantic.”

“Yeah, that was a bit shit, I didn’t get my big grand gesture or anything.”

Lando’s eyes grew wide, a hopeful gleam in them. “I mean, would you – is that something you would still want? I don’t want to pressure you and I don’t want to assume that you still feel the same.”

“I do,” you said softly. “But, I think we should work on really moving past this before we officially jump into anything more.”

“I completely agree. However, I do have a reservation for two in about forty minutes to make up for ditching you, if you’d like to join me? Otherwise, I’ll have to bring Oscar. He won’t stop talking about the cheese garlic bread.”

“No, Lando, you don’t understand. He ordered three baskets. I went home and typed an apology email to Zak for ruining his diet.”

You both erupted in giggles, leaning into each other for support and out of habit. It felt so good to laugh, the weight and stress of the past two weeks rolling off in waves as Lando’s shoulder bumped yours and you heard the unmistakable laughter that you’d come to love so much.

“Maybe we should bring him anyway,” you pondered. “He’s been an exceptionally good friend to us both the past couple of weeks.”

“He can come next time, I’d like you to myself for the evening. If that’s ok?”

“More than ok, Lan. I’ve really missed you.”

He leaned in quickly, kissing your cheek gently and then nuzzling his nose against your neck, inhaling the scent of the perfume he’d gifted you for your last birthday. “Not as much as I’ve missed you,” he objected, his eyes glimmering slightly. Wet eyelashes fluttered against your neck as he stayed tucked into your side for a few more moments.

“We’re going to be late,” you whispered, with a sincere lack of urgency.

“Can we go back to my hotel room instead? Watch a movie and order in? Jus’ wanna hold you.”

Your heart constricted – as much as you wanted to tease him and say he owed you a night out and your favorite meal, you wanted nothing more than to spend the night in Lando’s arms.

“Of course, Lan. I think I need that too.”

On the way to Lando’s car, you passed Oscar who gave you both a knowing smile and a short wave. If you asked him if he had been waiting for you guys to leave, he would deny it. He would deny being so invested in your reconciliation that he waited close to an hour after he could leave for the day to make sure you were both ok. He would also deny that he tracked both of you and when it dawned on him that you were skipping your dinner, he sped to that little Italian place and stole your reservation for an order (or two) of cheese garlic bread.

He couldn’t resist sending a poorly taken picture to the group chat with the three of you and you burst out laughing when you opened it.

“Lan, Oscar somehow stole our dinner res,” you giggled, turning your phone to show Lando an unmistakable basket of bread and a follow-up text with several heart emojis.

Lando held his phone up to snap a quick selfie of you two cuddled up in bed, him leaning in for the second time that evening to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. Almost immediately after it delivered, your phones lit up with another text from Oscar.

HOT DATE FR THIS TIME?

You and Lando looked at each other and smiled, the mutual understanding of where you stood with your feelings evident.

not quite yet, but soon :)

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Televangelism | Part 1

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon offers Johnny a place to stay the night after a deployment, and Johnny gladly obliges. Much to his surprise, there's more to Simon Riley's home life than he previously thought.

TLDR: Soap doesn't know that Simon has a wife...he finds out when he goes to his Lt's house. :)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, female reader, pregnant!reader, Simon and reader already have a toddler..., maybe a little OOC Ghost but allow it, no smut all plot, still MDNI I swear to God, idk like minor swearing but if you're from the COD fandom I feel like you should know that, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: if you saw this previously posted to another account, no you didn't :) I don't really know what to call this type of fic, it is a Ghost x Reader, but it's got quite a bit of self-reflection and characterization from Soap. very little beta, but msg me if there's any horrendous spelling or grammar issues. i'm not American, hence the spelling differences. let's just ignore the fact that Ghost inviting Johnny to sleep at his house is more than a little too friendly for special forces guys, let's just ignore that plz!!!!!

Dictionary: SO - superior officer Civvies - civilian clothing NOD's - them night vision goggle thingo's Padre - colloquial name for Bristish Army Chaplains

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It was done.

Another successful operation. A difficult operation.

The entire squad had returned with just minor scrapes and cuts, and more shit to compartmentalise. Not that there was much compartmentalisation these days, the missions just rolled into each other. Sometimes there was a week break in between, sometimes a few months. Never enough time for Soap regain his footing in civilian life. Never enough time to get past the 'disruption' phase of reintegration that the chaplains were always talking about.

Every time he flew back to base, he'd get the same bleeding rundown from a different Padre. Every. Time.

"Now, there are five stages of reintegration after deployment, Sergeant."

"I know that."

"Humour me."

He'd fight back the urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes, he'd just do it. The chaplain would continue.

"Pre-entry, you've done that already, psych evals and such. You know the drill. Then, reunion, you'll see your family again-"

Shit. He needed to call his sister.

"-and take some time for yourself. Next is disruption, you'll realise not everything is the same as when you left it, people will have new routines, new hobbies, it's normal to feel resentful during this stage-"

And they'd go on. Tell him about communication, then normalcy. But he never got that far. He'd go home to his apartment, visit his mother, go to coffee with his sister (she worried about him, always did), and then he would be off on his next operation. He'd get a visit, or a call, and he'd be off, with little word to family. There was never enough time. Soap wondered why the task force needed the same spiel every time they returned, it wasn’t as if this was new. It was old. This runaround was old now: United Kingdom, to some forsaken country, to back home, with more memories and less connections. It was what he loved. But it was also what he despised.

"Johnny."

Most of the squad had dispersed, each finishing psych evals and heading off to the on-base housing, their cars, or the mess hall. He didn't actually know if the mess was open at this time of night, he supposed it was only the wee hours of the morning, but God-knew. Johnny had just finished his packing, and was heading towards the unremarkable block of small apartments on the far side of the base. It was a fair hike, but he'd do it. There wasn't another choice, but his flight wasn't until tomorrow, and he staunchly refused to stay awake all night. He'd sleep tonight, then go to debrief, then go the fuck home.

"Johnny."

It was Ghost, in civvies, hands in his jacket pockets. Mask gone. Johnny supposed that was just the way it ought to be, he couldn't wear it everywhere, and wearing it in civvies would certainly give any onlookers, soldiers or not, reason to be curious. Attention was not what men in their position needed. Still, seeing his face was…almost unsettling.

"Lt.?"

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Simon hung up the phone and tucked it in his back pocket. He felt God-awful calling at this time of night, but he had to do it. He'd sworn to, every time he got back to base, he had to call. Johnny was staring out at the quiet base, the parade grounds just a few hundred metres away, still lit up in the night.

"Johnny."

He'd never really thought about where Johnny must go after operations, he didn't even assume anything, once they were back on the ground, once they were out of the shit, it wasn't any of business, or any of his concern.

"You're allowed to like the men you work with, love." His wife's voice rang in the back of his mind.

He did…like them. They were good lads. Got the job done. Stitched each other up. Didn't leave each other behind. But liking them outside of work? Their job was far too dangerous to make close attachments like that. In his younger days, when he wasn't in the special forces, he'd made…’friends’ wasn't the right word for it. He'd made…acquaintances with some of the soldiers on his unit, they'd go out for drinks, egg each other on in the pub, take each other home after a long night out. But special forces were another world. Here, everything mattered. Every little thing mattered. And perhaps he was just older now, he'd matured more. Back then, he hadn't had anything to lose. Now, though-now he had everything to lose. A family, a home - a life.

But despite all of that, he had grown to appreciate Johnny. He was a good man, in the shit, and out of it.

They'd talked a few times about their lives outside of the army. Nothing important, nothing below surface level. Soap had a mother who had health problems, and a sister who worked in a hospital (he hadn't told Simon what she did, or even told him her name), and who worried about him constantly. Johnny joked that she would end up a patient one day if she kept stressing so much. Simon had told him that he lived far enough from the base that he wasn't constantly thinking about work, he'd told him that he played football as a kid; that was it. Not a lick more.

Johnny gave up far more information willingly than Simon ever could. But they got along. That was enough.

The Scot stood across from him, still staring out at nothing.

"Johnny."

Soap turned his head.

"Lt.?"

"Going home?"

“Sleeping on base tonight, sir, then got a flight tomorrow night.”

On base? After that operation? Simon sighed inwardly and observed the bent hunch of his subordinate's shoulders. He knew that feeling. Finishing a mission alive, but with more red in his ledger. That was all good and well, but the final fucking straw was those damned prison cages that the military called bedrooms. It took a moment to debate, no longer.

"Mine’s 15 minutes from the airport.”

Soap’s eyebrows raised at the Lieutenant’s offer.

“It’s alright, sir, I’ll survive here.”

“After that shit? You need a real bed, Johnny.”

The sergeant ran a hand over his face and dropped his shoulders.

“Y-yeah, alright, Lt. If that’s alright with you.”

“Let’s go,” Ghost turned on his heel and began towards the car park, taking out his phone to shoot off a quick text.

'One of the boys needs somewhere to stay. He's a good man.'

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'One of the boys needs somewhere to stay. He's a good man.'

You groggily shot back a text.

'Get home safe, love you."

Simon had been due back for a few days now, but you'd been trying to get used to the unpredictability of his work schedule.

This was nothing new, though. You knew exactly what you were signing up for when you got married to him. He had sat you down when you had first gotten serious, and showed you his will.

That had been an aggressive wake-up call. You knew how dangerous his job was. No one on the planet Earth was foolish enough to think that special forces meant 'safety.' You knew he could die any time he went away. But the long-term reality of that fact didn't set in until you sat beside him and scanned your eyes over that document. You didn't feel connected to your body. It was as if you were peering in on some other person's life, quietly staring through the looking glass to see some insane woman who was desperately in love with a man whose life meant very little up against the interests of international security. To your credit, you hadn't cried when he showed you. How badly you had wanted to. But you didn't. You grit your teeth and clenched your fists. He could die at any moment. So you had better make the most of every second you had with him.

You'd told him as much and he had accused you of not taking his job seriously. A method of self-preservation you recognized from your years of being with him. You had told him he wasn't going to push you away so easily. He had left in a huff and came back the next day with an apology on his lips, and a ring in his hand.

There was no pomp about it, just simple, and practical. So very Simon Riley.

Simon had never been a particularly romantic man, and God, was he difficult to read. But he loved you. He did. And you adored him. And you'd made it this far, a few years of marriage, one kid in, and one on the way; you'd done it. You would keep doing it until the day you dropped cold. So would he, he'd told you so hundreds of times.

No, he was not romantic, but he showed you in other ways. He would rub your back when you were tired, he would open doors for you, or kiss you gently when you needed it. Simon Riley was a man of few words, but frequent action. You loved him for it.

The first time you'd met him, you'd nearly gone weak in the knees. Cliché. He teased you for it endlessly, you never should have admitted that to him. But how were you to help yourself, he was a handsome, well-muscled man with a scowl that you found endearing. You still found that deep scowl endearing today, and on more than one occasion, you had gently pinched his cheek when he pulled that face. He would always chuckle and bat your hand away, biting the inside of his mouth so there was no looser skin for you to pinch again.

Simon Riley was, in your (biassed) opinion, the most handsome, most incredible, most loving man to ever live. And he was yours. Whenever he came shopping with you, or took you out somewhere, it was impossible to escape the stares that other women gave him. Part of you despised it, part of you basked in it. You'd lean in to whisper something in his ear, or pat him gently on the chest, anything to mark him as yours. See this man, he's mine. He'd swear other men did the same to you, but you didn't believe him. He certainly believed himself though, placing a hand on the small of your back or tucking a piece of hair behind your ear whenever he thought he saw eyes on you. It was sweet.

You two had this little…thing. This cocoon for just you two. The comfort and safety that flowed between the both of you had been years in the making, and had taken many, many arguments and discussions to solidify. And you had argued, sometimes into the night hours, going back and forth about trust, and patience, and understanding. You had often had to fight for his agreement, or for his trust, but you had never had to fight for his love. That had come without question, but you'd had to fight for him to show it to you, for him to allow himself one good thing in life. He was different now, all those years of being with you, and working on himself, and all the absolute hell that he had been through. He was different, and you loved the man he was, and the man he had become. No one at his job knew how gentle he could be, the softness he was capable of. No one.

Although, you supposed that was about to change. He was bringing 'one of the guys' to your house, to stay. You had told him before that you had absolutely no problem with him bringing his friends - he wasn't a fan of you calling them that - over. If they needed somewhere to stay, you were more than willing to house them, they were strong men facing down the worst of the world's threats, they deserved somewhere to feel safe, if only for one night. He'd told you he might - although you'd always suspected that he wouldn’t - allow one of his squad mates into his home, and you'd encouraged him to do so if it was necessary. Tonight was the night.

Simon had called you as soon as he could, like he always did.

"I've landed, love, I'll be heading home soon."

"Good. How are you feeling?"

"Tired."

"Hungry?"

"Just ate here."

"Alright, I'll be in bed, please wake me up."

"Will do. I love you."

"I love you too. Drive safe."

He sounded exhausted on the phone, nothing out of the ordinary though, he was always tired when he came home. You were remiss to admit to yourself that you were tired too. You ran a hand over your stomach. It had swelled up in the time that Simon had been gone. What a difference just a few weeks made. You'd had to attend your scheduled scan alone, and had the photos in the drawer next to your bed, ready to show Simon when he got home.

This baby had been something of a surprise. Not an enormous one, though. Simon and yourself had been significantly less careful in the months leading up to when you found out, and you'd talked about it: another kid, the whole thing. He had been apprehensive to say the least, so you had waited without resentment. He needed time, and God knew, you needed time, so you had both taken time. It had taken a year or so of discussions, he was terrified to become his father. He would never be his father, never. He was nothing like him, nothing. And he had come to his own decision. Being a father would be new, terrifying, different, but he put an ounce of faith in himself, and-

- And then you were late.

You wished you could be like those women in movies who have no idea, and have a whole revelation about being pregnant. But you were not stupid, you were practical, it was one of the things Simon often told you that he loved about you. So practicality it was. You were sure you were pregnant. Three positive pregnancy tests later, and that sealed the deal.

Then you'd burst into tears in your bathroom.

God, who were you to think you could do this? He was due to leave for a three-week operation in two days. You'd be alone in your first few weeks, with a young toddler as well, who's needs were more important than your own.

You didn't hear Simon come home from his run, you'd hardly heard the jagged tone to his voice when he pushed the door open. What a sight it must have been for him. You, curled into the bathroom wall, crying hysterically and hugging yourself. He did well to hide his panic, the soldier in him must have taken over for a few seconds. He scanned the bathroom floor, then checked you over for injuries, asking what was wrong the whole time. Then he'd scanned the bathroom counter and found the three tests lined up. He knew what they were, but bless him, he didn't know if they were negative or positive, the lines meant nothing to him.

"You're pregnant?"

You'd barely managed a nod and to his absolute credit, he did not clam up. He did not shut his mouth, or grit his teeth, or sink back onto his heels. He had reassured you, pulled you into his lap on the floor and talked you out of your hysterics. He'd waited patiently until you could talk. And you had been fine. You loved him, he loved you, and you both loved this baby. You would be fine. It had never been so hard to say goodbye to him as he left for his next mission. You'd never been so panicked whilst he had been away. You had to call your friend to come and stay with you for the time he was away, so she could help you stay out of your thoughts and help with the little toddler who was always asking where her Daddy was.

But all of that panic always subsided when he came home, when he lay beside you and breathed quietly as he slept. Everything was better when he was there. And he would be in an hour or two, so you allowed yourself to get some rest until you heard his tires in the drive.

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Every few seconds, the car was forced into the dull yellow shine of the street lights. Soap wanted to ask how much longer they would be travelling, but for lack of better words than ‘are we there yet,’ he remained silent, watching identical rows of darkened townhouses amble by. It had been a long drive though, long enough that Johnny had glanced at the clock on the car's electronic display once or twice, just to make sure he wasn't losing his mind.

Suburbia was not quite what Soap had imagined when he thought of his lieutenant's home, although he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where he thought Ghost might live. Far from base was all the information he had to guess from. Everyone has to stay somewhere, right? Guiltily, John realised he hadn’t much considered that Simon did in fact, live a civilian life. For weeks or months at a time. The task force wasn’t on duty 24/7, but Ghost, as a normal person? Someone you might see crossing the street? Carrying groceries? It hasn’t crossed his mind.

Strange.

Strange to think of such a deadly man in such a domestic sphere.

They were the same though, he supposed. Just as deadly as each other. Just as domestic, too.

The low rumble of a flight path ahead served to calm Soap, so used to noise as he winded down. Silence was deafening, silence was dangerous. Deep down, although he struggled to admit it, the long string of silence that met him in his own home terrified him. The emptiness, the void that greeted him when he first entered his flat, before the click of his fingers on the light switch, before he turned on the industrial fan beside his couch and before the kettle started to whistle. The silence would grip him around the neck, trying to pull him into his thoughts.

Close-knit housing soon dropped off into plots of land, with sparser houses and longer driveways. The expected pricing of these blocks didn’t escape the sergeant.

Another hour or so later, when the modern street lights had long since faded out into antiquated street lamps every hundred metres, the car began to slow.

“We’re here.” Ghost ripped the quiet in two with the gruff edge of his voice, turning off onto a lined driveway. In the dim light, the house stood modestly. Perfectly normal. Far enough away from other houses to be private, but close enough to be watchful of the neighbours. How fitting.

The ignition rumbled to a stop as Ghost turned the key and exited the car.

Boots hitting the stone, Soap immediately felt at odds with this house. It wasn’t his. It was Ghost’s, a man he knew very little about. It wasn't enemy territory, perhaps this was worse: friendly territory. Too friendly territory. A peaceful space, one that he shouldn't be encroaching on.

He followed said man to the door, crunching quietly up the drive and swinging his bag over his shoulder, a more comfortable hold for his exhausted muscles.

Ghost grunted quietly as he unlocked and pushed the door open, swearing and muttering something about getting it fixed.

“Boots off.” He spoke rather quietly and Soap responded immediately, shrugging out of his boots and sitting them next to a few others at the door. His first sign that something was…amiss, was that there were a few pairs of shoes far too small for Simon, stacked neatly on a wooden shelf next to the door.

He was greeted with a long hallway as he followed Simon through the quiet house. His second sign that something was amiss, was that this house smelled, to put it kindly, feminine. It did not smell like an empty house, nor one that was inhabited by a lone man. Unless of course, Simon Riley had a penchant for vanilla-scented candles. Soap suspected he did not.

A few photographs and decorations adorned the walls but they were impossible to make out in the dark. Soap’s fingers twitched towards his head a split second before he was pulled back to reality and realised that there were no NOD's to help him out here. A stupid instinctual move that he found himself doing more and more these days.

Compartmentalisation, his ass.

Ghost pushed a door to his right open, it creaked quietly in the silent house.

“Spare room’s in here, bathrooms to the left-“

“Thanks, Lt.”

“Take a shower, but keep it down, the missus’ll be asleep.”

And as if he hadn’t just flash-banged Soap, Ghost left, turning on his heel and heading further into the house.

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laughing-with-god · 7 months

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Unsaid Vow I

(This is the first 1.7k of the 10k chapter that is available right now on my Patreon. Please join for early access plus beta content!)

Synopsis: You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a five-year-old.

Also looking for new fic art for this if anyone's interested!!

Read first: Prologue

“I’m a grown man.”

These were the words that greeted you and effectively pulled you out of your weary slumber.

You drowsily rubbed your eyes and rolled over, yawning as you took in the sight of your son staring at you bemusedly from beside your bed.

If you weren’t used to this behavior from Hugo already, you perhaps would've screamed at the sudden creepy sight of a child with a solemn expression saying odd things to you before the sun has even risen. Yet, you have grown accustomed to the old man your toddler was.

“Good morning to you too, bud.” You groaned tiredly, already searching your thick bedding for your phone in order to check the time. Your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, which told you it was earlier than you had originally planned to wake up. But what was the point of having plans when you had a child? They had a talent for ruining them.

“I’m five today.” Hugo ignored your greeting, getting right into the point with furrowed brows as he held up all five fingers, each one representing a year of his life.

“Yup, I know dumpling.” You chuckled, finally pulling out your phone and opening it to see ‘6:03 am” staring back at you. “Believe it or not, the day you were born was quite memorable for me too.”

You cringed as you thought of the 20 hour labor that preceded Hugo’s birth. How could you ever forget that hellish day?

“Mom, it’s my birthday.” Hugo told you, tone serious as a heart attack.

“Yes, happy birthday love.” You smiled at your son, trying not to let him see the exhaustion you secretly felt. “I suppose there’s no way I can talk you into going back to bed for another hour or so?”

“No. You always say ‘the day starts when I first open my eyes in the morning”. Your son parroted the saying back to you with a proud grin.

Hugo once went through a phase where he wouldn’t want to leave the bed after waking up, simply wanting to stay in pj’s all day long and watch cartoons amongst his stuffies.

It took a while to get your little homebody to actually stop this habit and begin getting up to ready himself for the day whenever he woke up. You used to tell him that the day starts whenever he opens his eyes in the morning, however on days like these where he wakes up super early, he now does not see the point in lying in.

“Right, that is a good point.” You softly relented, mentally scolding yourself for yet another parenting tactic backfired. “How does some breakfast sound?”

“Mom, I have a prop-pre-preposaa-”

“Proposal?” You offered, swinging your legs off the side of your bed.

“Yeah, that.” Hugo nodded to himself, most likely taking note of the proper pronunciation of the word so he can use it again in conversation. “I think it’s time we talk about coffee.”

“Coffee?”

“You and daddy are always saying that coffee is for grownups. Today I’m five, which means I’m older, which means I should be able to have coffee.” Hugo reasoned this to you while twiddling his thumbs, a nervous habit he does when he wants you to say yes to something he knows is unrealistic.

“Mmm...” You hummed, pretending to think hard about the offer. “What if I gave you a very light coffee? A beginner version to get you ready for the real thing when you’re older?”

Hugo looked conflicted, but after reading your face and correctly assuming that’s the best he was going to get, he nodded solemnly in reluctant agreement.

With one final huff you shoved yourself off the king sized bed, standing to your full height and throwing your arms up in a stretch. “Why don’t you wait in the living room for me bud? I’ll be right out.”

The freshly turned five year old happily nodded up at you before exiting your bedroom, leaving you alone once again.

You turned your attention back to the bed in which you just rose out of. More particularly, you stared at the other side of the bed, the side in which your husband was supposed to sleep on.

It was a direct opposite of your messy side, crisp and neatly made; the fluffy pillows, pressed sheets and silk duvet being perfectly in place. Yet, this wasn’t an ode to Jungkook’s neatness and attention to detail.

No.

Jungkook hasn’t been sleeping in the same bed as you for a while now.

Your husband always preferred to rise early, given he was a man who liked to follow a strict morning regime which could easily be thrown off if he slept in even a minute later. Up at 5:30. teeth brushed and face shaved by 5:40. Breakfast, coffee and newspaper consumed by 6:00.

Then right before taking his leave, Jungkook would pack himself a bag of work clothes and make a quick protein shake, given he would then head to the gym where he would get his morning workout and shower from. Then from the gym, he would head straight to work.

A few months ago, he suggested sleeping in the guest room.

You had asked why, bewildered at the request.

Sure, you two didn’t really cuddle anymore. Sex was also rare. But you figured that the least you could do as husband and wife was sleep in the same bed amicably. Had you started kicking him in your sleep or something?

“I’d notice you begin to kinda stir when I first get up and go about my routine. I don’t want to wake you up or be a bother.” He had said.

That didn’t really make sense to you.

You have always been a deep sleeper. And even if you did wake up for a second, you’d clearly see your husband getting ready for the day, roll over and go back to sleep.

It was such a lame excuse, you just shrugged and bitterly told him that he hogged the blankets anyway.

It wasn’t true, but Jungkook didn’t comment.

You trudged over to the ensuite bathroom and quickly did your morning routine.

When you came out of your room and into the living space, you saw Hugo glued to the giant flat screen in a trance-like state as he watched his usual morning cartoons. The sight tugged a small smile out of you, although the mother in you didn’t like how close he was.

“Hugo, back up from the screen! Bluey isn’t going anywhere. Your eyes will go bad.” Your son wordlessly obliged and scooted back, not breaking eye contact with his favorite family of puppies. “What would you like for breakfast ‘Mr. grown man’?”

“Blueberry pancakes…and don’t forget my coffee!”

“You got it, birthday boy.”

The kitchen, dining and living room were open concept, so you multi-tasked watching Hugo while whipping up his breakfast. You never were much of a cook and you still aren’t even after motherhood, but you did commit to learning your son’s favorite dishes.

The process was over quickly, you having made this recipe countless times and knowing it like the back of your hand.

You set a plate on the island table, calling Hugo over while you secretly mixed some instant hot chocolate in a mug.

The five year old jumped up and grinned at the meal, saying a quick “thank you” before digging in with all the grace a five year old could possibly have.

“And of course, your coffee.” You tried not to smile as you handed him the cup.

“Thanks mama.”

The mini-Jungkook took a gulp, then stared seriously at the contents of the mug, swishing it around in some faux detective work.

“Something wrong, dumpling?”

“It tastes…fa-fam-”

“Familiar?”

“Yes. Is coffee always this sweet?”

You laughed, now moving to the real coffee maker to make your own cup. “No, this is the kid version. It might taste like chocolate because chocolate has caffeine in it too.”

Your little old man huffed to himself but nodded in agreement, simply not knowing enough to dispute your logic.

Your old coffeemaker grumbled awake, croaking and hissing as you pressed the worn-out buttons for your usual morning brew. Jungkook always made fun of you for the ancient machine, but even after he had bought a much more expensive and up-to-date one, you stubbornly remained loyal to yours.

“So buddy, what do you want to do today? We can go get new books, hit up the toy store, maybe even visit the aquarium?”

“I wanna help set up for my party, mommy.”

Well, “party” wasn’t quite the right word for it.

Hugo had no friends. It was tough for a kid like him to make any. At this age and as a boy, most of his peers would meet and form relationships in little league or rough housing at the local park.

Your son was different. He preferred reading to sports, hated the outdoors and was generally a shy kid who tended to tear up when anyone other than his family tried speaking to him.

So this year, his birthday party was an intimate circle of family and family friends. You hoped that by next year you could host an actual kid birthday party, as Hugo would be in school and have classmates by then.

“That’s very sweet of you, but there’s time to do both.” The boy looked at you skeptically. “We can go to the bookstore across the street after breakfast and I’ll let you pick out some new bedtime stories. Then we can go to the aquarium and have lunch there. And on our way home I’ll stop by the store to get some stuff for the party, and you can get a toy. Sounds good?”

Hugo frowned, then peeled back his pajama sleeve to look at his submarine-themed watch. The act seemed a little pretentious to you, given he didn’t yet know how to read clocks.

“Fine mommy, but we should be quick. Also you need to ask our guests if they have any food aler-alergeez-”

“Allergies? Yes bud, I’ll be sure to send them a text.” You rolled your eyes.

With that, Hugo quietly finished his breakfast as you sipped your coffee.

When you two were done, you both got dressed and ready for the day’s activities.

Before leaving the apartment, you were sure to send a text to your husband.

‘Be home by 6 please. Hugo’s birthday party starts at 6:30 and he needs you there.’

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rodolfoparras · 2 months

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Anyways.... Omega soap is a baby trapper. No questions asked. (Wanted to make it poly, but idk how to write multiple people jumping on one dick (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) / I think this all comes across fanon in cod but, Johnny's is a certified baby trapper, even higher than Price.)

Tw: Not beta read, we die like so-🔫 men, a/b/o elements , Baby trapping , Dubious Consent

Johnny is a rambunctious wild spirit for an omega, Free spirited in ways that turns off people, but you, you do atleast that's what he thinks. You've grown distant in a few days, noticeably busying yourself with tasks handed to you by Price and steered away from him at every turn.

He's grown antsy, frantic, pheromones all over the place at the prospect of losing you. He decides to sweeten himself up, acting docile in your presence, purposely spraying enhancing pheromone perfumes to catch even a speck of your attention, acting like a good omega should.

But you don't, not even a single lingering glance and it sends him whining to himself like a kicked dog. Have you grown tired of him? Have you found a sweeter omega? Has his personality rubbed you off some wrong way?

He has grown to share this with the other members of the omega's task force, yapping on from your rather sudden change.

"He's... Probably nearing his rut, you know how alpha's get in a loner phase when it's time" Gaz remarks, returning to his own work, frankly tired of the redundant complaining reaching his ears on each break.

A lightbulb lights up on his head and he's racing to your room, he can practically hear the low mewls and rustling of fabric being dragged on the floor.

He opens it to reveal you all hot and bothered, without a mate in sight and a musk that practically sends him down on all fours.

He cooes at you gently, letting you sniff and pull him down with you, letting you claw his hips as you get a scent of slick starting to gather in his trousers.

It's not long before he's all bare, clawing at the floor, while his poor neglected hole gets eaten and prepped, two fingers slotted in.

Not one word is spared between you, an obvious scowl on your face, but your cock head already pushing his rim. He shouldn't be here, not at your most potent state, not wanting to tie him with a pup or an inconvenient knot.

Meanwhile his mind is scrambled, eyes brimming with tears from relieve from being wanted again, arms clawing and legs trapping you, to lock you at each knot.

He can't possibly relive those hellish weeks of your ignorance. He decides there and then. He has to intertwine you with him.

He comes by your barracks after weeks after your initial rut, a little box, filled with tests all positive pregnancy tests. He wants you, he needs you, and baby would all make that more solidified.

-💫

( Didn't expect people to like omega Price so well,,, I'm so shy )

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licorice-tea · 3 months

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The Object Of All My Desires

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x reader

Content: so much angst, unrequited feelings (or so law thinks!), pining, yearning, (verbal) fighting, cursing, reader refers to law as a “stalker”, which is valid tbh bc he’s being a little weird, but not really, strawhat reader

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: oh my god i spend so long on this and i just kept hitting mental roadblocks! but then, tonight i got the inspiration to write like ~500 words and finished it up. there were only meant to be 2 parts, but similar to the second season of bridgerton (which it’s inspired by) there will be a 3rd! (the 1st part is based on the first meeting of kate/anthony, this part is based on that entire pinning phase+the confesssion, and the last will be shorter and basically be a resolution of everything.) also, im looking for beta readers! pls dm or comment if you’re interested!!! and if you’d like to be tagged in the next lmk! thanks for reading <3

Part 1 • Part 3

The second time you and Law were around one another long enough to have to face the other and, god forbid, speak, would come 2 years after your first meeting. After all your training apart from your crew, you had finally united and started traveling together again. You and your nakama took on all the challenges Fishman Island had thrown at you and soon moved on to the next adventure: Punk Hazard. It was there you met the standoffish Captain of the Heart Pirates again, and he proposed an alliance to Luffy between your two crews. So here you are; in an alliance with a captain you’d managed to piss off 2 years ago, and who clearly still carries that grudge with him.

Law already doesn’t like being part of the alliance with Straw Hat- but you only make it 1000 times worse. It’s unbearable having to be on the same ship as you, let alone sit at the same table over meals or pass each other in hallways. Not to mention, you seem to make everything a competition. And he doesn’t want to be in as childish a feud as the one that the swordsman and the love cook have, but you’re forcing him to act that way. You’re absolutely insufferable, and how he ever found you remotely intriguing or pretty to begin with is beyond his comprehension.

And yet, Law can’t pull himself away from you, nor you from him. He lingers in dark hallways just to pass by you as you go about your errands on the ship. He stares long enough to burn holes through you, then turns away milliseconds before you catch him (or so he thinks.) But every time you approach the reserved man, he exudes an air of annoyance.

It all makes you wonder, “What’s his deal?” Besides your little tiff back in Sabaody 2 years ago, you’ve never done anything to offend him in his time on the Sunny… Maybe you just need to clear the air. Yeah, that’s it; confront Law and ensure there is no bad blood between the two of you. No grudges, just goodwill.

You hope.

The Strawhats and co (Law) are docked at a small island, just for a day or so. Frankly needs supplies, Sanji; ingredients, Chopper; medicine, Zoro; booze, etcetera. And since most of the others have something specific they’re in search of, you have a free day to explore and shop!

You bid Brooke goodbye and thank him for watching the ship, then make your way up the dock and into town. It’s a quaint area, but the market near the entrance of what resembles a town square is overflowing with interesting bits and baubles.

Though you are happy to have this time to yourself, you’re not alone. Law is a mere 20ish feet away. He doesn’t greet you or even make eye contact, instead choosing to lean into shadows and stand behind vendor booths. You can tell that he’s trying to go unnoticed, pretending to be interested in whatever wares the shopkeepers have for sale every time you turn back to check for him.

And it’s fine, for a while. This could be a good opportunity to try and talk to him and ensure that the two of you are on good, if not neutral terms. It’s a little strange that he’s following you now after the two of you have had close to no interactions during his week or so on board the Thousand Sunny, but you don’t mind.

You cannot, however, pass up the opportunity to harmlessly scare him when he gets momentarily distracted by one of the little shops. While Law is reading titles of comic books (how strange…), you double back so that when he looks up, he can’t find you. He scans the marketplace, but to no avail- you must have run off somewhere.

Then you tap his shoulder, and the man nearly jumps out of his skin as he whips his head around to see who it is.

“You really like stalking me, huh?”

“…I’m not stalking you.”

“No? Well, whatever you want to call it, it’s the second time it’s happened.”

“What are you-“

“Sabaody, 2 years ago.”

“I wasn’t stalking you then, either.”

“Fine; following me through at least 3 groves while trying to be quiet and stay out of sight.”

Law scoffs. “Whatever.”

“Hm…” You lean to the side to see what’s behind him; display shelves with various comic books. “What were you looking at?”

“Nothing, I wasn’t even looking here.”

“Ah, so it’s ok for you to lie to my face, but not me to you. Got it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You nearly laugh. 2 years ago, after proceeding to follow you through several groves of the Archipelago, Law had insisted on knowing if you were a pirate or not, and the conversation had somehow escalated into an argument. It was a stupid little thing. But, you find it funny now, which is why you’re attempting to make jokes about the encounter and ensure him there are no hard feelings reserved over it. “Again, Sabaody.”

“Well… maybe you should stop carrying a grudge over that.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I only bring it up because I think it’s funny.”

“I think it’s childish.” Law doesn’t know why he says this, to be honest. He wants to come off as smart and witty, though he might not have executed it very well.

With a scoff, you cross your arms. “Law you’ve refused to even look at me in your time with my crew. When I try to talk to you, you act like you don’t hear me or straight up ignore me. Then you go and stare at me from across as if I can’t see you. And I’m childish?”

“Yeah, you are, and I don’t like you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Better than you being an awkward asshole with no explanations as to why.”

“I’m not fucking awkward, shut up.”

“Oh no, you just follow people around for the better part of an hour without talking to them. Very charming.”

Law huffs, unamused, and storms off without another word.

You sigh and continue browsing the stalls. “Ok, so, maybe there is some bad blood between us….”

Things are awkward between you and Law for the remainder of the evening. Not only is he avoiding you, but you’re also avoiding him. And though you still try your best to be at least a little friendly, he straight up ignores all of your attempts. Whereas before your little confrontation in the marketplace, the stoic man would have at least responded with an eye roll.

When it’s dinnertime, you take your seat next to Robin as usual. Casual conversation and laughter flow around the table easily and seemingly endlessly… until Law walks in. He sits in the only empty chair, next to Chopper’s, and nods at Sanji in thanks for the food. And you, foolishly, try to incorporate him into the conversation. Maybe you do it to try and heal the small rift between the two of you, or maybe you simply want to provoke him further (though you'd never admit it.)

“So, Law, how was your day?”

Everyone pauses their conversations to not-so-discreetly listen in. They had also recognized the growing tension between you and the ally captain, for seemingly no reason at all.

“Mind your own business.”

“Hard to do when you’re always in mine.”

He nearly spits out his drink.“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m starting to get sick of your behavior, y/n.”

“So sick that you just can’t seem to leave me alone?”

“Watch the way you speak to me-“

“My apologies Law, I’m so used to being watched by you rather than having conversations, I must have forgotten my manners-“

“Shut up!”

“Fuck you!”

Now that both of your voices are raised, the crew sees it fit to intervene.

“Watch how you speak to them, Trafalgar-“ Sanji warns.

Similarly, Robin tries to talk you down. “Y/n, he’s our ally-“

The attempts to calm what had nearly turned into a screaming match prove futile, as Law storms out. You scoff and cross your arms. He’s so infuriating, it makes you sick to your stomach.

Silence passes as your crewmates look between each other, none wanting to be the first to… console you? Admonish? Give advice.

“You two should talk, y/n.” Says Robin, ever so mature.

“If he wants to talk, he can come to me instead of constantly staring at me from across the deck without saying anything.”

“Well, he’s clearly not very good at showing it, but you realize that he likes you, don’t you?”

You blink and turn to look at her. This must be another one of her dark jokes. “Very funny, Robin.”

“Oh, y/n, come on!“ Usopp groans; he’s had enough of the yearning and tension. “You seriously didn’t know?”

“No! Because he doesn’t like me. He’s been holding a stupid grudge against me since the first time we met back in Sabaody-“

Nami backs up Usopp’s point; “A crush, y/n. He’s had a crush on you and he’s too shy to talk to you normally-“

“So, what, it’s ok for him to just watch from afar but then act like a jerk when I try and talk to him?”

Surprisingly, Chopper speaks up next. “…Maybe your intentions came off different than intended?”

This makes you bite your lip in thought. Perhaps they had.

Nami pats your shoulder, “Now, go work this out so the rest of us don’t have to deal with all your unresolved tension.”

You unintentionally pout; the last thing you want is to talk to Law right now. But, your crew urges you on, and all but pushes you out the door.

You find him pacing back and forth on the starboard deck of the Sunny.

“Law?”

He whips around and you swear you see his scowl become even more pronounced than usual. The crease between his brows deepens, as the corners of his lips turn into a borderline pout. “Not done tormenting me?

“Tormenting? I just… I came to talk to you.“

“I find that hard to believe. From the moment we met, you have been nothing but rude and a nuisance to me.”

You scoff, all plans of reconciliation forgotten. “Believe me, Law, the feeling is mutual.”

“Fuck off.”

“This is my ship, so why don’t you fuck off? Jump overboard for all I care.”

“Maybe I will if it gets me away from you.” Law turns on his heel and storms off the open deck and into a hallway.

“Good luck swimming, asshole!”

Your rebuttal brings him right back to his former position, face to face with you so that your screaming match can continue “I hope you know that every moment I have to spend on this ship is torture, y/n, all because of you.”

“I haven’t done shit to you, Law.”

“Then whose fault is it that I feel this way? Go on, name someone else so I can take it out on them instead.”

“It’s your fault if you feel any type of way about me besides amicably. I’ve been nothing but kind, and-“

“Bullshit. Whether you know it or not you’ve done… something to me, I can feel it.”

“Oh yeah? And since when do you know anything about how you feel, all you do is brood.”

“I don’t brood. And I know that you are the bane of my existence.” He spits back, making sure to emphasize the word bane.

You hold your breath, refusing to play into this childish argument any longer. Or maybe it’s because, even if it’s just a little, his words genuinely hurt. You realize then, that you don’t want to be the so called ‘bane of his existence.’ He takes your silence as an opportunity to continue, though at a much lower volume than before.

“… And the object of all my desires.”

After a moment of disbelief, your scowl turns to a raised brow. “Excuse me?”

“Every one of my waking hours is plagued by thoughts of you. It doesn’t help that I can’t go anywhere on this goddamned ship-“

“Don’t you talk about the Sunny that way-“

“- without seeing you!”

“Well you must enjoy being around me if you’ve decided I’m,” you create air quotations with your hands, “the object of all your desires.”

You feel so out of your depth now. All you know to do is to bite back with witty remarks, even when he opens up to you. And he seems to do the exact same.

“It’s a nuisance.”

Your lip trembles, but you refuse to cry in front of Law while he plays this sick mind game with you. “I didn’t know liking me was such an awful fate.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “There are so many other things I should be focused on, but all I think of is you. It’s not awful, but it’s making me weak.”

“You’re such a prick, Law.”

He’s bewildered, mouth gaping as he tries to understand what could’ve been wrong with what he’s just confessed to you. “I’m saying I like you, y/n, I- Do you hate me that much?”

“No, I don’t hate you, idiot! But you- when you started traveling with us, you made me feel like I had done something to offend you, and then when I confronted you about it in the market you started to really hold a grudge, then you - I just- that’s not how you treat people!”

“Y/n-“

“Are you messing with me right now, Law? Is this another play to try and gain the upper hand in this… ongoing thing we have?”

“No, I wouldn’t…” He trails off and shakes his head. He probably would, if he weren’t so enamored with you and on the condition he possessed the social skills to pull off such an elaborate scheme. “It’s not.”

You’re silent again, but both you and Law are refusing to break eye contact. He must notice your still watery eyes and trembling bottom lip because he steps forward. His hand travels to your arm, then your chin. Forced to look at him, you are pained to see a similar unhappy look in his eyes. Minus the tears. You could almost take him for sorry if it weren’t Trafalgar Law, of all people. So instead of falling into his arms like you suddenly feel a desperate need to; you step backward.

You fold your arms over your chest as you look off somewhere- anywhere besides his eyes. “Law, nothing good can come of this.”

“This? What is this, y/n?”

“These.. feelings.”

“You feel the same?”

“I didn’t ask to feel this way!” You bite back, “But… yes, I do.”

“So what should we do?”

“We aren’t going to do anything, Law. You just stay in your lane, and I’ll stay in mine.”

“I thought you didn’t like that I was avoiding you?”

“Well now that I know why, what else can be done? Nothing can happen between us, Law. And we can’t allow feelings to complicate this alliance. I can’t allow that, at least; it’s too important to Luffy.”

He searches for reasoning that will trump yours but comes up with none. And so, with a heavy heart, he concedes. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Nothing happened.” Law confirms.

“And nothing will.”

You nod and start walking away. “Goodnight, Law.”

“Goodnight, y/n.”

And once you’re back safely in your room, the tears start to spill. You hate this- you hate him. You hate the way he makes you feel. You hate that you’re in love with him, and it took you this long to realize.

The tears don’t stop until you’re knocked out, and by the time you wake up, they’ve stained your cheeks.

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spocks-kaathyra · 8 months

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thoughts about the Cardassian writing system

I've thinking about the Cardassian script as shown on screen and in beta canon and such and like. Is it just me or would it be very difficult to write by hand?? Like.

I traced some of this image for a recent drawing I did and like. The varying line thicknesses?? The little rectangular holes?? It's not at all intuitive to write by hand. Even if you imagine, like, a different writing implement—I suppose a chisel-tip pen would work better—it still seems like it wasn't meant to be handwritten. Which has a few possible explanations.

Like, maybe it's just a fancy font for computers, and handwritten text looks a little different. Times New Roman isn't very easily written by hand either, right? Maybe the line thickness differences are just decorative, and it's totally possible to convey the same orthographic information with the two line thicknesses of a chisel-tip pen, or with no variation in line thickness at all.

A more interesting explanation, though, and the one I thought of first, is that this writing system was never designed to be handwritten. This is a writing system developed in Cardassia's digital age. Maybe the original Cardassian script didn’t digitize well, so they invented a new one specifically for digital use? Like, when they invented coding, they realized that their writing system didn’t work very well for that purpose. I know next to nothing about coding, but I cannot imagine doing it using Chinese characters. So maybe they came up with a new writing system that worked well for that purpose, and when computer use became widespread, they stuck with it.

Or maybe the script was invented for political reasons! Maybe Cardassia was already fairly technologically advanced when the Cardassian Union was formed, and, to reinforce a cohesive national identity, they developed a new standardized national writing system. Like, y'know, the First Emperor of Qin standardizing hanzi when he unified China, or that Korean king inventing hangul. Except that at this point in Cardassian history, all official records were digital and typing was a lot more common than handwriting, so the new script was designed to be typed and not written. Of course, this reform would be slower to reach the more rural parts of Cardassia, and even in a technologically advanced society, there are people who don't have access to that technology. But I imagine the government would be big on infrastructure and education, and would make sure all good Cardassian citizens become literate. And old regional scripts would stop being taught in schools and be phased out of digital use and all the kids would grow up learning the digital script.

Which is good for the totalitarian government! Imagine you can only write digitally. On computers. That the government can monitor. If you, like, write a physical letter and send it to someone, then it's possible for the contents to stay totally private. But if you send an email, it can be very easily intercepted. Especially if the government is controlling which computers can be manufactured and sold, and what software is in widespread use, etc.

AND. Historical documents are now only readable for scholars. Remember that Korean king that invented hangul? Before him, Korea used to use Chinese characters too. And don't get me wrong, hangul is a genius writing system! It fits the Korean language so much better than Chinese characters did! It increased literacy at incredible rates! But by switching writing systems, they broke that historical link. The average literate Chinese person can read texts that are thousands of years old. The average literate Korean person can't. They'd have to specifically study that field, learn a whole new writing system. So with the new generation of Cardassian youths unable to read historical texts, it's much easier for the government to revise history. The primary source documents are in a script that most people can't read. You just trust the translation they teach you in school. In ASIT it's literally a crucial plot point that the Cardassian government revised history! Wouldn't it make it soooo much easier for them if only very few people can actually read the historical accounts of what happened.

I guess I am thinking of this like Chinese characters. Like, all the different Chinese "dialects" being written with hanzi, even though otherwise they could barely be considered the same language. And even non-Sinitic languages that historically adopted hanzi, like Japanese and Korean and Vietnamese. Which worked because hanzi is a logography—it encodes meaning, not sound, so the same word in different languages can be written the same. It didn’t work well! Nowadays, Japanese has made significant modifications and Korean has invented a new writing system entirely and Vietnamese has adapted a different foreign writing system, because while hanzi could write their languages, it didn’t do a very good job at it. But the Cardassian government probably cares more about assimilation and national unity than making things easier for speakers of minority languages. So, Cardassia used to have different cultures with different languages, like the Hebitians, and maybe instead of the Union forcing everyone to start speaking the same language, they just made everyone use the same writing system. Though that does seem less likely than them enforcing a standard language like the Federation does. Maybe they enforce a standard language, and invent the new writing system to increase literacy for people who are newly learning it.

And I can imagine it being a kind of purely digital language for some people? Like if you’re living on a colonized planet lightyears away from Cardassia Prime and you never have to speak Cardassian, but your computer’s interface is in Cardassian and if you go online then everyone there uses Cardassian. Like people irl who participate in the anglophone internet but don’t really use English in person because they don’t live in an anglophone country. Except if English were a logographic writing system that you could use to write your own language. And you can’t handwrite it, if for whatever reason you wanted to. Almost a similar idea to a liturgical language? Like, it’s only used in specific contexts and not really in daily life. In daily life you’d still speak your own language, and maybe even handwrite it when needed. I think old writing systems would survive even closer to the imperial core (does it make sense to call it that?), though the government would discourage it. I imagine there’d be a revival movement after the Fire, not only because of the cultural shift away from the old totalitarian Cardassia, but because people realize the importance of having a written communication system that doesn’t rely on everyone having a padd and electricity and wifi.

#if I read over this again I will inevitably want to change and add things so I'm refraining from doing that. enjoy whatever this is #forgive my very crude recounting of chinese and korean history! I am neither a historian nor a linguist #but I will NOT apologize for talking abt china so much. that's my culture and I'm weird abt it bc of my family history #and it's my GOD GIVEN RIGHT to project what little I know abt it onto all my worldbuilding #also I've never actually read abt any of the various cardassian conlangs but I'm curious if this contradicts or coincides with any of them #I still want to make my own someday. starting college as a linguistics major (in 2 weeks!!) so presumably I will learn how to do that #narcissus's echoes #ds9 #asit #star trek #cardassians #cardassian meta #a stitch in time #hebitians

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mavrintarou · 26 days

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[3:00 PM] Miya Atsumu - A/B/O

All I can tell you all is that it's long and dirty... hope you have a wonderful smutty Friday.

Warning: Full of smutty smut... A little different from most A/B/O au

Atsumu returned home early from a four-week-long training camp.

He first noticed the unfamiliar pheromone in his shared apartment with Y/n.

Immediately his ears perked, and he could hear moaning and whimpering coming from down the hall.

Sighing, Atsumu contemplated going to Osamu’s place for the night. Now that he recalled, Y/n did remind him that she was going through her rut cycle soon. Normally, they respected each other’s boundaries and spent their ruts at the specialty hotel that was designated for ruts & heats. She had asked if he would be okay if she brought her partner to spend the night at their apartment since he would be out during that time, and he was okay with it.

Before Atsumu could put his shoes back on, he heard a door swing open.

“This is fucken pathetic, screw you!”

Atsumu froze and before he could hide, a half-naked omega stalked past him before stopping to glare at him. “Your roommate is a pathetic alpha!” She shouted before slamming the door after her.

Blinking, Atsumu was shocked at what had just happened.

“She’s just mad I lost my vibe. I didn’t know you were coming home early.”

Turning his head, Atsumu sees Y/n standing only in her robe, leaning against the wall. He could see red blotches along her neck.

He took a step closer to Y/n. “You okay?”

She shrugged and smiled, “don’t worry about it.” She walked over and dropped herself on the couch.

How could he not worry? Atsumu inhaled softly before sitting beside her. He noticed the oddness he had been feeling the last couple of days and couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

He glanced over at Y/n who had her arms crossed over her chest with her eyes closed, almost like she was sleeping.

Y/n was one of the few female hybrids, a special case of an alpha and omega. Hybrids were able to choose between either gender and could breed and be bred.

The setback for most hybrids was that they have a smaller physique than an average omega and due to that, oftentimes time they were looked down on as alpha hybrids. Like both genders, hybrids go through both rut and heat phases and sometimes both could happen at the same time. Hybrids were able to release alpha and omega pheromones yet unable to detect them like betas. They often have to carry with them a pheromone neutralizer to prevent unwanted attention.

Eventually, most hybrids will adopt the more dominant gender. The high percentage of hybrids become omegas due to the challenges of being an alpha.

But Y/n had no problem attracting both alphas and omegas.

Atsumu himself was physically and sexually attracted to her until he discovered that her preference was omegas.

He would take it to his grave that he had imagined how it would be to have Y/n below him, how she would take him…

But they were friends, roommates for three years.

However, things changed two weeks ago when the two of them were casually having a beer in their living room after a long work day.

“Hey,” Atsumu started, staring at Y/n sip on her fourth beer. She was one of the few ladies he knew who enjoyed a good beer and a lot of it. “Wanna play Truth or Dare?”

He could see she was thinking about it before she smirked and answered, “sure.”

Being the gentleman he is, he allowed her to go first.

“Truth or dare, ‘Tsumu?”

He felt a sense of nervousness for some reason and decided to play it safe and chose truth.

“Why are you so uptight?”

Atsumu frowned before letting out a laugh, that was her question? “Honestly, I haven’t had sex in three months. That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without sex since losing my virginity.”

Y/n’s face distorted humorously and she tried hard not to laugh, “okay, your turn.”

“Truth or dare, Y/n?”

“Truth,” she answered.

Atsumu smirked, wondering if she was playing it safe. “Which one do you like more, being top or bottom?” This was one question he had been dying to know the answer to.

Y/n consistently projected an aura of composure and ease, effortlessly connecting with everyone she encountered. It came as no shock that alphas and omegas alike gravitated toward her; there was an undeniable allure about her that drew them in.

She wasn’t surprised at his question at all. “My answer would be top because I’ve never been a bottom before.”

His eyes bulged out in disbelief. “I don’t believe you, you have never…” Atsumu’s voice trailed off as he tried to connect the dots in his head. “But you’re a… hybrid…” his tone was filled with nothing but confusion. “Don’t you get heats?”

Y/n shook her head, gulping her beer. “No, I have never gotten through a heat before. I know, it’s odd. My doctor doesn’t know why either and just continues to tell me to monitor myself.” She shrugs her shoulders, “so, I only know how to top.” She narrows her eyes at him playfully, asking him that nearly makes him choke on his saliva. “Why? You want to do you want to show me how it feels to be a bottom?”

The fun and playful mood Atsumu was in suddenly turned him sober and serious. Was she joking? He swallowed, trying hard not to make it obvious that his cock had gotten excited and was semi-hard.

Their game of Truth or Dare came to an abrupt end before neither had a second round as the fire alarms in their apartment complex went off.

Neither spoke again about that subject and went on with their lives.

Or at least Atsumu tried to.

For days, he couldn’t get the subject out of his head, wondering and questioning how she had managed to go this long without having a heat, let alone that she had never been a bottom before! It had also bothered Atsumu about her question she asked him if he would like to show her, was she serious about it? It made Atsumu excited every time he thought about it.

Atsumu has been wanting to bring the conversation up again and suddenly had the urge to do so.

His mouth opened to speak when something hit his sense of smell, a delicate aroma. Blood began rushing down south and his mouth watered, his mind clouded with nothing but wanting to have a taste of this deliciousness that was taking over his senses.

Realization hit him as this was typically how he becomes when he is being affected by an omega’s heat pheromone.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Y/n.

“Atsumu.”

He flinched at the way she called his name, not in a threatening way, but in a way that made him want to be nothing but possessive of her. His throat tightened as her pheromone poured more onto him.

“I… think I’m going through my first heat,” Y/n murmurs softly, opening her eyes to peer into his. They were a different color and most definitely very dilated.

He noticed her crossed arms tightening around her petite body. Realization hit him, the faint lingering smell he had detected was Y/n’s omega pheromone, something completely different from her alpha pheromone he was used to. It was no wonder he was not threatened by it because it still had a bit of her scent in it, keeping him calm.

“What?” he growled, trying to maintain his composure and sanity, he wanted to pounce on her. Atsumu stood up and distanced himself from her. “But you said you –“

“I never had one before so I don’t know what to expect but I’m confident… enough that what I’m experiencing right now is my heat.” Y/n hunched over, her shoulders trembling.

The silence in the room was unbearable and she broke it by quietly asking, “would you – be comfortable to help me?” She bit her lower lip before asking, “I’ve – I’ve never been a bottom… show me. Show me what it's like to be a bottom, Atsumu.”

Atsumu’s eyes bulged out, “sh – show you?” He inhaled sharply as he closed his eyes to absorb her request. He paced back and forth in their living room before clarifying, “say that one more time? What are you asking me to do?” He needed a second confirmation.

“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name, it flowed like soft butter from the tip of her tongue. “I’m in heat right now and I want you to show me what it feels like to be a bottom…” she paused, “if that makes you feel uncomfortable I can go ask –“ She was suddenly tugged onto her feet and pressed against his chest. She felt his hardness press against her abdomen and her eyes widened, breath hitching.

“All you need is me,” Atsumu’s eyes suddenly become dark as he stares at her lips. “I will show you how to be a bottom, Y/n.”

“You’re breaking my heart here, Y/n,” Atsumu growled softly against her nipple. Three of his long and thick fingers have been thrust back and forth inside her pussy. “Am I doing a shit job that I can’t even make you moan for me?”

Y/n shook her head, her knuckles had turned white from gripping his comforters tightly. She let out a heavy breath, “no – no… it feels…”

“Feels?...”

“Fucken amazing…” she finished, opening her eyes. “I’ve… never felt this bliss before…” her back arched when Atsumu’s fingers curled and fastened.

“Nope,” Atsumu chuckled when she tried to close her legs. “Keep these beautiful legs open, wide open for me.” He shifts his large, toned body to fit in between her legs. He withdrew his fingers to stroke his cock.

Atsumu still couldn’t believe that Y/n has never had a heat before, let alone taken a cock before.

“’Tsumu,” Y/n whimpered, her fingers grazing over her wet pussy, her pussy ached to be stuffed, filled in ways she never imagined before.

Since finding out she is a hybrid at the age of 16, her gender has always been alpha-dominant. She has never experienced a heat since discovering her hybrid gender even though she was capable of adapting to both genders.

Unlike most, Y/n had no problem attracting either gender but she had preferred to be a top giver than a bottom receiver.

It wasn’t until recently, until the game of Truth or Dare with Atsumu that it had piqued her interest. She suddenly was curious about being a bottom but she did not know who she trusted enough to share that moment with. Unconsciously, she began manifesting it.

On numerous occasions, she caught herself staring at Atsumu, and it was then that she began seeing him in a different light. She considered the idea of asking him but was frequently reminded that it would alter their relationship forever.

Her request tonight was her heat speaking. During the few weeks of Atsumu being away, Y/n’s body began experiencing a change she had never felt before. Unlike the times she was going through a rut, her body was burning and throbbing at her pussy.

Y/n has never touched herself in such a way, never having to need to until now. For two nights in a row, she tossed and turned in bed until the temporary relief was her fingers dipping in between her legs and stuffing her pussy in ways she’s done to other omegas.

“Atsumu…” his name slipped from her lips unconsciously. Her eyes widened and embarrassment shamed her for calling out her friend’s name while imagining him, imagining it was his fingers stuffing her pussy.

And now three of his finger pump quickly in and out of her pussy, the mere thought of knowing it’s his fingers that is building up the pleasure is all Atsumu’s doing.

The following day, she snuck into his room and inhaled the scent in his room, filling her desire and yearning.

“Yes,” Y/n moaned, eyes rolling shut, “yes, Atsumu…”

Atsumu shifted onto his knees. “I can’t believe you’ve never taken a cock before. I find that hard to believe,” Atsumu rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit.

Y/n herself can’t believe she hasn’t either. It may be partly because she never had a heat to begin with. Y/n sat up and reached for his cock, her eyes bewitched at the size of his cock. “It’s so… big.”

She wasn’t big and she was aware of it. The first time she spent her rut with an omega, she thought it was a disaster, not knowing what to expect but the omega had expressed how good her cock felt.

An omega once told her with a wink, “it’s now how big, it’s how you use it.”

“I won’t deny that I’ve never wondered how you would look beneath me, Y/n.” Atsumu admitted, “surely you must know you’re fucken desirable, right?” He pushed the tip of his thick cock in her, groaning when her walls tightly refuse to let him in until he compel, shoving just the tip through. “Relax for me, Y/n…” he slowly pushed back and forth, pushing more of his thick long cock into her until she has lubricated his cock, taking him easier. His eyes were transfixed at his cock disappearing into her pussy until she’s taken all of him. Looking up he sees her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Reaching up he freed her swollen lower lip and smoothed it with his thumb. He pressed his thumb past her lips, “bite me instead…” His cock jerked when she clenched her teeth against his thumb. “That’s it, baby…”

Her teeth loosened and she wrapped her tongue around his thumb, sucking it.

“Fuck…” Atsumu swore before choking out a chuckle, “I’m going fuck your mouth afterward.”

Y/n freed his thumb, “promise?” her legs wrapped around his hips pressing herself upwards to him. “Hurry,” she pleaded, “fuck my pussy, ‘Tsumu…” She never thought she would hear herself say that phrase.

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice. His body crushed her small one, sandwiching her to his bed as he hiked her legs and began thrusting into her pussy. The bed began to shake violently and the wooden bedframe creaked loudly.

Y/n’s arms encircled his neck tightly while her fingers weaved through his strands of dirty blond hair, gripping them firmly at the roots and giving it a gentle tug. Her hips rolled, meeting his powerful thrusts. She cooed and encouraged him, “yes! Yes… just like that… fuck… you’re so big, ‘Tsumu… you feel so good…”

Atsumu only hummed, his mouth busy sucking a perfect hickey against her neck. It has always made him jealous seeing other omegas mark her and now it is his turn and he is going to make sure his mark is engraved into her skin.

His hips fasten, cock repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. If it felt this wonderful already, he couldn’t imagine how it would be when he was in a rut, when his senses would be fully heightened.

“Y/n,” Atsumu groaned, sliding his tongue along her neck and to her jaw, licking along her cheek. He felt so high, in a state of bliss. Every thrust into Y/n’s pussy sent pure excitement and euphoria pulse through him. “Look at me,” he growled, and when she found his brown eyes, he leaned down and kissed her.

Their tongues tangled and eagerly danced as their mouth moved over each other hungrily.

Atsumu was finally satisfying a lingering curiosity within him, having Y/n beneath him and kissing her.

Y/n moaned his name breathlessly from his kisses, “my tummy… it feels tingly… I’m – I’m going to cum… please let me cum…”

The tightening of Y/n’s pussy and increased enhancement of her pheromone pushed Atsumu to the edge, losing the last of his control. He tightened his arms around her small body and pounded hard until the tip of his cock continue to stimulate her cervix. He badly wished he was in a rut so he could penetrate her cervix and knot her.

Breed her.

Y/n’s teeth sink into his collarbone as she comes undone, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body trembles.

Atsumu follows seconds later, filling her pussy with his hot cum.

There’s no going back, I can’t let her go now, he tells himself. He inhales her scent, feeling his cock already semi-hard once again.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you two in a long ass time, what have you guys been up to?” Their mutual friend, Ryuji said, gesturing to Atsumu and Y/n to take a seat in the two empty spots at the end of the table.

“Just the same stuff, training and tournaments,” Atsumu shrugged, pulling the seat for Y/n and pushing in the chair like a gentleman. “Season is wrapping up so I’ll finally get some relaxation.”

Atsumu and Y/n were oblivious to their physical intimacy, they didn’t see how their three other friend’s eyes widened as Atsumu’s body turned towards Y/n, his arm resting behind her chair and thumb rubbing circles on her upper arm. He fills her plate with food and continues updating his friends about his life.

Of course, he is keeping his relationship with Y/n out.

It has been two weeks since Y/n’s first heat, and it took almost two days for her heat to conclude and yet, neither of them has had their fill. They have fucked each other in every possible space in their apartment. Day and night, every possible moment.

They had even pulled a quickie in his car before meeting their friends.

“Be my good girl and keep my cum in you. I’ll reward you later,” Atsumu murmured breathlessly. Y/n could only nod as she squeezed her walls and slip off his cock. He assists by slipping her panties back in place before lifting her and placing her gently back in the passenger seat before slipping himself back into his pants.

Aside from Y/n’s lightly pink cheeks, he didn’t think anyone would notice their coupling.

“Are you two… seeing each other?” Their other friend Yuma carefully inquired.

Y/n was the first to calmly deny it and laugh softly, “no, why do you ask?”

The three friends, Yuma, Ryuji, and Masachi, exchange glances, silently acknowledging a shared thought but opting to not broach the subject further.

They didn’t need to.

No one would be stupid enough to even dare look her way with the way that she reeked of Atsumu’s pheromone. It unmistakably screamed she belonged to him, and him alone.

The minute passing was only making Atsumu anxious.

Y/n promised to be home thirty minutes ago and it was past the promised time by ten minutes.

Atsumu was aware of his behavior, the possessive behavior he harbored for Y/n. He couldn’t deny it and it only continued to manifest each passing day.

He couldn’t even blame it on his upcoming rut that only seemed to have enhanced with Y/n’s change of pheromone as of late. Atsumu couldn’t quite put his finger on it but something about her has changed and it only made him more addicted to her.

There was one thing that he knew for sure and it was that he was in love with Y/n and wanted her and only her.

Y/n was fully aware of Atsumu’s perilous fixation on her.

She had not meant to let their fling go on this long, or at all. It was all a mistake and now… she couldn’t undo it.

She acknowledged that he wasn’t the only one going through this change alone. Y/n too has become possessive of Atsumu. When he would come home with the scent of another omega on him, she would feel her mood turn sour.

Y/n refused to accept it but since having sex with Atsumu, she has not wanted an omega again. She came to terms that she had officially adopted the omega gender, a lot sooner than later for other hybrids. It was inevitable with the amount of sex she was having.

Studies have shown that the more dominant gender would manifest with the amount of climax and chemicals released each time. Whichever gender they possess during their highest climax constantly, their body will begin to adapt to that gender.

It was an addiction, once Y/n had a taste of being an bottom, there was no going back. She craved for Atsumu, his pheromone, his cock deep within her. She craved feeling his thick cock graze and stimulate her pussy walls. She craved being filled to the point her belly bulged.

Y/n began to be delusional. She has never wanted to be knotted so badly, she wanted Atsumu’s knot. She wanted to be bred.

Aware of her behavior and obsession with Atsumu, Y/n tried to meet other alphas… hoping any alpha would do but when she was approached by an alpha at the bar, her nose crinkled in disgust.

It was undeniable that Atsumu was all she wanted.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to be greedy, to give in and savor all the seconds she could have with Atsumu. She convinced herself that if she took as much as she could from him, she could let him go and move on with their lives.

She fueled his obsession and possessiveness, allowing him to have his way with her, and ravish her body, mind, heart, and soul to his content. After all, she not only wanted something to remember him by but the same for him, even if it was just her body. She’ll make it so that he would only think of her when he would be with future omegas.

They were constantly having sex everywhere and at any time, morning sex, second-morning sex, before-work sex, after-work sex, shower sex, and bedtime sex. As if they were in a constant heat and rut cycle. She was not blind to Atsumu’s attempts to mark her. Every time he took her from behind, she would freeze when his teeth would graze over her scent gland, where his teeth could puncture the sacred spot that should be reserved for her mate. Her hand would cover the spot but Atsumu has now locked her wrists together above her head.

Y/n has become weak for him, submissive per se, and allowed him to do what he pleases.

But she needed to put an end to it.

Whatever they were doing was unhealthy.

“Why – why are you doing this?” His voice wavered, his tone laced with pain.

She waited for him to return home from his daily training and as soon as he entered through their apartment doors, the bright smile he always had faded slowly as he felt the heavy atmosphere in the room. Y/n called for him to take a seat across from her before breaking both their hearts.

“We shouldn’t have even started this in the first place, ‘Tsumu.” Y/n said calmly, but she was anything but calm.

“Don’t call me that, if you don’t want to be with me anymore you have no right to call me that!” A tear slid down his cheek. “Only the woman I love can call me that.”

Y/n held back her tears and swallowed hard before forcing the words out again. “Atsumu, this thing between us should not have even happened in the first place.”

“Why not?” he argued, “it was like you forced me or I forced you. Everything up until now has happened because we both wanted it, and both needed it. We needed each other!”

“Look at us, we know what happens when you cross that line between friends!”

“So what, we can be lovers now?” Atsumu shot back, roughly wiping his tears away. “We can be boyfriend and girlfriend and whatever more if you want, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. I just want to love you!”

As if a veil lifted, she suddenly realizes he loves her.

Y/n blinked, the tears that filled her eyes slipping down her cheeks as she heard his confession.

“You – you do? Like in a real relationship?” Y/n clarified with a careful tone. She didn’t want to misinterpret his words.

“Fuck yes. Do you want to be in a relationship? Then let’s make it official. Do you want to get married? Let’s get married. You want me to mark you, I’ll be glad to mark you to let the whole universe know you are mine…” Atsumu took steps until he was in front of her. When did she look so fragile, so small? He wrapped an arm around her back while his other hand cupped her cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped down her rosy cheek. “I want whatever you want, just as long as you are by my side. Whatever title you want, you can have it all.” He rests his forehead against hers. “But if you are to ask me, I want you as mine in every possible way.”

Y/n shut her eyes tightly. “Say it again,” her voice was barely above whispering, “say you love me again.”

“I love you, Miya Y/n.” Her eyes snapped open and Atsumu grinned, “you didn’t ask but I’m going to give you my last name, so no backs.” He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, “tell me, Y/n… tell me you love me too.”

“I love you, Miya Atsumu. I love you.”

His life felt 99% complete, there was only that 1% left.

“Now, tell me you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Y/n pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’m going to stay by your side for the rest of our lives.”

Her fingers tremble as the third pregnancy test reveals the same thing, a positive result.

“No… how…” she muttered to herself. She dropped it into the garbage can and massaged her temple.

She began experiencing symptoms that she couldn’t avoid and excuse any longer.

Craving, tenderness, and fatigue.

Everything that was pointing to what she was afraid of was pregnancy.

But how? Atsumu has never knotted her.

“Pregnancy can happen without a knot, it is not as common but it can still happen if you are extremely sexually active.” The doctor raised a brow, questioning, “especially if you are not using protection. Are you sexually active? Having unprotected sex more than four times a week?”

Y/n’s ears burned and she was embarrassed to answer the question.

She and Atsumu did use condoms but would forget, losing themselves to the feeling of skin on skin. Y/n was weak to Atsumu’s begging to always cum inside her. It was to feed his ego of knowing she had a part of him inside her at all times.

Her silence and flushed cheeks were all the doctor needed to know. “The chance of conceiving is much higher if you and your partner are extremely active, which is the case since you said your partner has yet to knot you?”

“That is correct,” Y/n answered meekly.

“With this confirmed pregnancy, there is a high percentage of you becoming an official omega.” They explained that Y/n would no longer be a hybrid, and would no longer have any alpha traits.

The doctor placed a booklet before her titled New Mommy and What to Expect and went through it briefly.

Y/n cleared her throat before asking, “my… partner is due for his rut soon… would it be okay to be knotted while… pregnant?”

Her doctor nodded and flipped to page 8, with big and bold letters at the top: Knotting during pregnancy. “You should be fine, if anything, your body will need your partner’s semen to nourish your pregnancy.”

Y/n shivered feeling the heavy pheromone throughout the apartment. Now, it made sense as to why she had been sensitive to his pheromone lately, her pregnancy hormones had enhanced all her senses. “Atsumu?”

Before she could check the kitchen, strong arms enveloped her in a tight bear hug. His hot body heat penetrated through her clothing and she was swallowed wholly by his pheromone at straight physical contact.

His nose buried into her neck as he inhaled sharply, “what took you so long?”

He knew of her appointment but it did run slightly longer than she anticipated.

Before she could answer him, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders and carrying her to his bedroom.

Y/n blinked, hands pressed against his lower back to steady herself… and at the same time comprehend the sight in front of her.

Atsumu’s bare ass. He was completely naked.

She is dropped onto his bed and is immediately pressed against the mattress with Atsumu’s body which somehow feels larger than usual, she feels so small under his body.

His mouth is hot and heavy on hers, his fingers already pulling and ripping off her clothes just to feel her naked flesh against his.

Y/n gasped, feeling his cock pressed against her abdomen, it sent a jolt to her pussy and she instantly felt herself wet.

Atsumu straddled her small body but kept his weight off of her. The only weight he had on her was the weight of his cock and heavy sacks against her lower abdomen. His eyes are glowing gold and dilated, a trait of an alpha in a rut cycle.

“Y/n,” he groaned, rocking his cock against her bare skin, seeking any sort of physical touch. He was fighting against losing control, he didn’t want to scare or hurt her. “I don’t want to hurt you… but my rut cycle… it can – I’ve been told I’m too rough… I might hurt you…”

Y/n cupped his cheek, “you will never hurt me, ‘Tsumu…”

He nuzzled against their palm, pressing a kiss to it. “I’m happy to hear… You’re made for me... right? You can take my everything I give you, right?”

She nodded her head like an obediently, eager to please. “Yes. Yes, I am made for you. I will take everything you give me, ‘Tsumu.” She widened her legs, offering herself to him, “hurry, give me your knot.”

Her approval and request are all Atsumu needed to hear to be tipped over the edge, to allow his rut cycle to take over and please Y/n.

He flipped her over onto her tummy and lift her ass, his palm came down onto her left cheek, making her yelp before moaning. He rubs his more than ready cock along her slits before pushing it deep within her warm pussy, stretching her to accommodate his rut-size cock.

Atsumu leaned over her, his whole body wrapped around hers from behind as he pressed a light kiss below her ear, murmuring, “relax for me…”

Y/n’s buried face against his comforters helped her control her breathing as she tried to accommodate the size change of his cock, something that was march larger and thicker than usual. Atsumu was already large and thick in the first place, but his rut-size cock was on another level.

“That’s it baby,” he cooed, feeling her ease up. He wasted no time ramming his cock, groaning as he nudged her cervix opening that immediately began spreading. “I’m going to knot you, baby. Give you the knot you deserve.” He leaned back, straightening himself before scooting them to the edge of the bed. He stepped off but kept Y/n remaining at the edge of the bed with her ass still in the same position, with that, he ram his knock repeatedly.

The bed squeaked along with the clapping of their skin on skin.

Atsumu’s fingers dug deeper into Y/n’s hips, pulling her back to meet his thrusts hard and fast, his cock stimulating quickly each time the tip of his cock would touch her cervix opening.

It wasn’t as common to knot on the first time but Atsumu is positive he will knot her. Her cervix has already propped open, encouraging and readily welcoming his knot.

And he will happily oblige.

He withdrew quickly, smirking at her whimper of emptiness. Flipping her onto her back, he smiled down at her and swiftly filled her with his cock once more. “I need to see your face the first time that I knot you.”

Her eyes enlarged, knowing knotting rarely occurred on the first try, at least for her during her rut cycle days.

“Your cervix has already opened for me,” he whispered hotly, fastening his hips. “Your body is ready for me, for my knot.”

Her eyes rolled back as he confirmed it, the tip of his cock pushed past her opening and locked in place. A loud moan escapes from Y/n’s lips as she tightens and curls against him.

His sack emptied its load of cum deep, filling her womb, breeding her.

Atsumu has been impatient, wanting to impregnate her soon, wanting to see her full and round. Wanting to meet their children who will take after Y/n.

He groaned in pain and pleasure. It was true to the rumors, knotting the person you love was different in all the best way possible. The intimate bond was indescribable.

His thumb massaged deep circles into her hip, trying to distract her from the pain of his knot. “You did so well, you’re taking my knot so well…” he murmured, pressing light kisses all over her face.

Atsumu is suddenly hit with a self-awareness of being selfish. He had never even discussed it with her about children yet, here, he had knotted her. It was a 99% chance of guaranteed pregnancy.

He dropped his head beside her and muttered an apology.

“Why are you sorry?” Y/n asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

He rolled them onto his back with her above him. He avoided her eyes, “I knotted you without asking if you would be okay with… being pregnant…” His eyes closed, unable to witness the expression she might give him.

“Atsumu, look at me.”

His eyes snapped open at the tone of her voice, one he had never heard her use on him. Panic surged through him as he searched her eyes. His eyes suddenly fell on her tits, noticing they looked slightly bigger than he remembered.

“My eyes, Atsumu, look at me.”

With flushed cheeks, he reverted his gaze to hers and swallowed. She shifted over his cock, his knot already begun to deflate.

“I had wanted to announce this much differently but… there’s no better time to announce it than now,” she giggled and reached for his hands and pressed them against her belly. “You see, I’m already pregnant.”

Atsumu’s world froze as he processed her last sentence. “Come – come again?”

Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his, “I’m already pregnant, Atsumu. We’re expecting.” Her eyes widened as she squealed, pressing her hands against his strong muscles. “Atsumu!” she shrieked. Atsumu’s cock that was still inside her had instantly become erect once again.

He groaned and pulled her down flushed against him. “My cock is just as excited…” That meant he would get to have all the raw sex, knowing his duty now is to supply her body with all his cum. Rocking his hips he slowly thrusts into her, ignoring how each time he withdrew, his cum would leak.

Y/n pushed against his chest until she settled on her elbows, trapping his head in between them. Her face hovers over his, “the doctor says my gender has officially changed, I’m an omega now. So, no more rut-cycles for me.”

“Good, you’re my omega now,” Atsumu thrust upward, his hand came around the back of her head and pressed her lips against his, “only mine.”

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thiriumhound · 11 months

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imagining the beta-testing connor must've gone through in his pre-production phases. i wonder how many different people previous connors molded themselves into the "perfect partner" for, to test his capability for it. i wonder if any of those people miss him. i wonder how many people died during the development of cyberlife's most dangerous weapon- given full freedom to kill humans like a military android, but with the volatility of being able to think and make his own decisions. i wonder how many connors went deviant from having too much autonomy before they introduced amanda to keep him loyal. i wonder how many deaths cyberlife had to sweep under the rug each time an rk800 went deviant. i wonder what the NDAs were like when being let on to the rk800 project. i wonder how many developers had second thoughts.

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oddinary4bts · 9 months

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Sinful Lust (ch 2) | myg & jjk

☆summary: bringing Jungkook in your bedroom life might have been the most exciting phase of your relationship with Yoongi. Getting to know Jungkook more might be the second most exciting phase of your relationship... but will it lead to its demise?

☆pairing: bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi x female!reader x Jungkook

☆rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

☆genre: mostly smut, angst, snippets of life!au

☆warnings: making out in a car, pet names, curses, explicit content: dirty talking, grinding, jerking off, nipple play, hickeys, oral sex (male on male, female on male, male on female), balls sucking, choking, praising, clit play, fingering, hair pulling, mouth fucking, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), double vaginal penetration, ass slapping, squirting, anal fingering

☆word count: 9.4k

☆a/n: Some more pure filth for you guys... with a side of angst at the end. Thank you @moonleeai as always for beta-ing this fic <3

☆a/n pt2: I do not own BTS or any of the members. I do not know what they are like irl (I do not claim to know their personalities, sexual orientations, beliefs, etc.). This fic is just a work of fiction, so please keep that in mind while reading

☆series masterpost

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The next time you see Jungkook, it’s at a dinner at Taehyung’s house. Though Yoongi has never been close to Taehyung, when Jungkook said it’d be fun to have both of you around, you didn’t hesitate. Indeed, it had Yoongi and you getting… excited once again, so needless to say, you attend the dinner.

You expect there to be a lot of tension during dinner, but surprisingly, it’s just like it always is. Yoongi spends most of his time smiling as his friends talk, joining in the conversation once in a while. You hang out with Hoseok and Taehyung's girlfriends, Ryunah and Sohee, as you usually do during these dinners.

What you don’t miss, though, is the way Jungkook suggestively looks at you. The way Yoongi wets his lips when it happens, eyes falling to the table with a knowing smile. You wink at Jungkook when no one is watching, and it feels like you have your own little secret with him and Yoongi, and truly you do.

It makes you way too expectant for what’s to happen at the end of the night. And it’s no surprise to you that you end up making out with Jungkook on the backseat of Yoongi’s car while your boyfriend drives, palming himself through his pants from the sounds you and Jungkook make. You all have taken your winter jackets off already, the heat in the car far too high even though the world is freezing outside.

“Can’t wait till we’re home, uh?” Yoongi lets out, and it sounds a little jealous.

You pull away from Jungkook’s mouth, looking at your boyfriend in the rear-view mirror while Jungkook busies himself sucking a mark on your neck. You hiss as his teeth sink into the skin, and you feel Jungkook smirk against you.

“I can’t wait to have you buried inside of me,” you answer Yoongi.

It’s Jungkook’s time to hiss as you pull on his hair hard enough to make him look at you. He meets your gaze through half-lidded eyes, and you crash your mouth against his, sucking on his bottom lip. One of your hands lies on his thigh, and you move it to palm him through his pants.

He’s already hard, dick pushing against the fabric of his jeans as he grinds once, looking for friction. At that, you pull away from his mouth again and say, “Someone’s a little excited, uh?”

As you’re unbuttoning his pants, Jungkook pants out, “I’ve been thinking about having both of you under me again all week”.

Your blood turns to lava, and you fumble with his button for a second too long to your liking. You curse, and Yoongi chuckles from the front seat.

“You both need to learn how to be patient,” he teases.

You manage to finally unbutton Jungkook’s pants, but instead of sliding your hand in his pants, you lean towards Yoongi, aiming for his dick. You palm him, liking the weight of him in your hand.

“Clearly, you’re a little impatient, too,” you tease back.

Jungkook runs a large hand on your back as you keep palming your boyfriend until Yoongi grunts and says, “Stop, I have to focus on driving”.

You laugh, before sitting back next to Jungkook. He pulls you back into yet another heated kiss, and this time your hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his cock. He bucks his hips once, moaning in your mouth as you start jerking him off, a little awkwardly from the angle that his pants force you to be in.

You jerk him off for the rest of the ride, even as Yoongi tuts from the front seat, repeating in his low, husky tone that you and Jungkook are too impatient. It makes you chuckle breathlessly because Jungkook managed to get your shirt up, and he’s sucking on one of your nipples, tongue flicking at it expertly.

You’re so wet by the time you get to your apartment complex that you’re pretty sure you’ve soaked the seat under you. You don’t look to make sure, too excited to make it up to your place. Jungkook struggles with his hard-on for a time until he’s got it secured in the band of his pants, hiding it with his oversized shirt.

Only then does he follow you and Yoongi out of the car, and he looks at you two while you share your first heated kiss of the night with your boyfriend.

“Come on,” Jungkook says, and he moves towards the elevator, soon followed by you and Yoongi. Yoongi holds your hand tightly, and while you wait for the elevator he presses a kiss on your neck, where the collar of your shirt gives way to skin. You meet Jungkook’s gaze then, and he looks a little crazed, as if not jumping in right now is taking all of his strength.

And maybe it is.

The elevator ride is just as heated. With you pressed between the two guys, ass grinding on Jungkook while you kiss Yoongi, and then lips sucking on your boyfriend’s neck while he kisses Jungkook. You’re too insane with lust to realize anyone could walk in and see you, though luckily enough for you, your ride is spent without any interruption.

You fumble with your keys as you unlock the door, struggling to get the key into the hole as you’re distracted by the lewd sounds Jungkook and Yoongi are making. You shoot them a look: Yoongi’s got his tongue deep in Jungkook’s mouth, and Jungkook’s inked hand is palming your boyfriend through his pants.

You think you’re going to come right then and there. And you don’t know how, but you manage to get the door open. A second later, the three of you are in, and the door is blissfully closed behind you, allowing you to indulge in the sins the night promises to hold.

Jungkook pins you against the wall, kissing you wildly, as Yoongi rids him of his pants. Your hands are splayed on Jungkook’s chest, and you can feel the quick beats of his heart under your fingertips. You moan in his mouth as he sucks on your tongue, and when he moves back to allow your boyfriend to kneel between the two of you, your teeth dig into your bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Because Yoongi’s already wrapped his pretty lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock, and one of his hands is massaging Jungkook’s balls.

“Look who’s impatient now,” you tease, and Jungkook chuckles.

“He couldn’t wait to be in the bedroom to have my dick stuffed in his mouth, uh?”

You smirk down at your boyfriend, who looks up at the two of you desperately. When he releases Jungkook’s dick to run his tongue along the length, you get on your knees too, and Jungkook let out a surprised sound.

“Might as well suck you with him, uh?”

Jungkook grabs the back of your head, pushing you towards his dick. “Can’t say no to that.”

Your tongue darts out, tasting Yoongi’s spit along with Jungkook’s precum on the slit. Yoongi watches you from the other side, pupils blown wide, as he holds Jungkook’s cock so you can take him in your mouth.

You do so, eyes fluttering shut as Jungkook bucks his hips and hits the back of your throat. You hold in the gag reflex and start going back and forth, letting Jungkook guide your head until he’s found the rhythm that he likes.

You can’t see what Yoongi’s doing but can feel him nearby. At some point, Jungkook pulls your head back, and you open your eyes to see him stuffing his dick back into Yoongi’s awaiting mouth.

You let out a breathy sound, then lean so you can suck on Jungkook’s balls instead, teasing them with your tongue before actually taking one in your mouth.

“You guys are so good,” Jungkook praises. “Always so good to me.”

You both like the praise, and Yoongi moans audibly around Jungkook’s cock.

“That’s it, hyung, you’re so good,” Jungkook says, and you sit back on your heels to look up at him.

He’s looking down at the two of you, but when your gazes connect, it feels like an intimate embrace. His mouth is slightly parted, and he looks pained standing there, so you stand up, pressing your lips to his. He grunts in your mouth, but as you kiss, he starts undressing you, ridding you of your shirt first. You part just long enough for the shirt to pass your head, and then your mouths collide again. Your teeth clash together, and it makes both of you laugh in the kiss, though Jungkook’s laugh morphs into a moan.

You swallow it, tongue lapping at his, and you keep kissing him, getting drunk on the taste of him.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling away from the kiss. “Hyung, if you keep going, I’ll never make it to the bedroom.”

Yoongi chuckles as he sits back on his heels, and you look down at him where he’s slowly stroking Jungkook’s cock. “Too bad you taste so good,” Yoongi says, voice gravelly from the blowjob. His pink lips glisten with a mix of spit and precum, and you have the urgent need to kiss him.

Yoongi gets up, as if sensing your need, to press his lips against yours, and you taste Jungkook’s sweetness in his mouth. It makes you moan, loudly, especially as Jungkook grabs at the meat of your ass, hard.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Jungkook says, and his voice sounds dangerous.

You’re shaking with lust as Yoongi pulls away from the kiss, nodding once.

He grabs your hand, pulling you behind him as Jungkook rids himself of his pants and boxers, where they were pooled at his ankles. He follows the two of you with only his shirt on, and his cheeks are flushed red with arousal when you glance at him over your shoulder.

You want him so much it hurts. But mostly, you want him for Yoongi again. You want to see that indecent mouth of his on Yoongi’s cock again, want to see him swallow everything your boyfriend spills into him.

You whine, and he offers you a smirk. “Something wrong, baby?”

At that, Yoongi grows a little possessive. “Is she your baby?” He tugs you closer to him right as you enter the bedroom, making you turn around so he can press his erection on your ass. One of his large hands wraps around your throat, fingers skillfully digging into the arteries, and the other one moves down to rid you of your pants.

Jungkook looks a little alarmed as if he didn’t mean the pet name to slip out. Though, when Yoongi manages to free you of your pants, the fabric falling to the floor, Jungkook’s eyes drop to the wet spot on your panties.

“Nah, she’s yours, hyung,” he says. “And she’s all soaked up for us. What a good girl, don’t you think?”

Yoongi bites your shoulder, sucking hard, and you throw your head back. “I’ll let you have her a little tonight.”

Jungkook smirks. “I know. You’re such a good boy.”

Yoongi moves your panties to the side, and two of his fingers find your clit. Your mouth falls open, as you start to get dizzy from the absence of oxygen to your brain. Soon, Yoongi will have to let you breathe, but you like testing your limit, so you let him continue.

When more fingers find your entrance, Jungkook’s hand having moved between the two of you, you grab at Yoongi’s forearm. It’s enough for him to know to let you breathe, and you take a sharp inhale of air that turns into a moan as Jungkook’s fingers dig inside of you, arching to find that sweet spot.

The two men pleasure you for a while until your legs start to shake. Only then do they let you go, speaking about how you turn into playdough for them.

You want to say something, but then they start kissing, and all you can do is watch as you palm your breasts. Until you realize Yoongi is still fully dressed, something that needs to be remedied right now. So you grab at the hem of his shirt, pushing it up until Jungkook gets the clue and pulls away. He helps you, and soon enough, you’ve undressed Yoongi together, as Jungkook whispers filth to the two of you. Jungkook also takes his shirt off, as you push Yoongi’s pants down his legs.

You get an idea as Yoongi steps out of his pants, looking down at his cock. He’s so hard it looks painful, and you run one hand on the side of his dick.

“Should we try something new tonight?” you suggest.

Yoongi meets your gaze, tilting his head to the side. “You know I’m always down to try something new.”

Your eyes slide to Jungkook next, awaiting his confirmation that he’d be willing, too. “What do you have in mind?” he asks.

You look back at your boyfriend. “He deserves some more action, doesn’t he?”

Jungkook remains silent as you drop to your knees between the two of them. You lick at the head of your boyfriend’s dick once, one hand finding the base of it while the other finds the base of Jungkook’s cock. You jerk them off in sync, looking up at the two of them. They wait for an explanation patiently, and you can’t help sucking on Jungkook’s frenulum once.

“Fuck,” Jungkook lets out. “What do you have in mind?” he asks again as you swipe your tongue on the same spot.

“What would you be willing to do?” you ask him.

While you wait for his answer, you turn towards your boyfriend’s dick, swirling your tongue around the head. You still jerk Jungkook off, though it grows unfocused as you suck Yoongi’s dick.

“For you? Way more than I ever thought I’d be willing to do.”

“Shibal,” Yoongi curses, and you look up to see him pull Jungkook into a heated kiss. His large hand closes around Jungkook’s neck, and Jungkook moans lightly as Yoongi starts choking him.

His dick jumps in your hand, and you slow the rhythm, fully expecting him to come then and there. You’re surprised – he wasn’t desperate the last time you had sex with him. It was quite the other way around: he manhandled both you and Yoongi like it was nothing.

Tonight, it feels like maybe you’re going to be the ones manhandling him.

“Would you fuck him for me?” you ask as you sit back on your heels, licking your lips clean of Yoongi’s salty precum. “I want to see him moaning your name.”

They part, both of them shooting you looks like you’ve gone entirely crazy. Yoongi, with an expectant look on his features, and Jungkook, with a frown that makes you think maybe he’s not really willing to do anything you ask.

“Uh,” he lets out as you slowly stroke his dick.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Yoongi reassures him. “She just wants to be a good girl and please me.”

Jungkook chuckles, and he meets Yoongi’s gaze. “Nothing against you hyung, but I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

You whine, a little disappointed. It makes Yoongi laugh as he gently brushes his fingers on your cheek. “It’s okay, baby. I think he wants to fuck you instead.”

At that, Jungkook bucks his hips, fucking himself in your hand. Though you’re a little disappointed, you still smirk and say, “You might be right, look at him all desperate.”

“You guys are going to be the death of me,” Jungkook says, voice low. He curses, slightly shaking his head, as Yoongi’s fingers move to the head of Jungkook’s cock, collecting a bead of precum before licking it clean.

“We’ll make sure you die happy,” you tease, and you finally let go of their dicks, standing up between them.

It leads to a make-out session that has your mind spinning. It’s full of lips and tongues, and you don’t even know who you’re kissing anymore. Only that your mind is full of them, skin tingling wherever they touch you. And they touch you everywhere until they’ve had enough and they push you to the bed.

You sit instinctively when the back of your knees hit the mattress, and you look up at the two of them as they start kissing. Jungkook pulls on your boyfriend’s hair, making Yoongi moan, and when they part, he grabs Yoongi’s jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“Why don’t you eat her out?” Jungkook suggests. “I’m pretty sure your girl wants you.”

You bite your lips, nodding your head in agreement. “You think Yoongi can make me come with his tongue?”

Yoongi drops to his knees as Jungkook laughs and says, “I’m sure he will”.

Yoongi spreads your legs, and you instinctively lie down. He pulls your panties down your legs, ridding you of them, and then his mouth finds your clit. He sucks on it, hard, and stars already form on the periphery of your vision.

“Fuck,” you let out.

Jungkook kneels on the bed, stroking his dick. “Can I fuck your mouth while he eats you out?” he asks.

You nod your head, probably a little too enthusiastically, and Jungkook positions himself next to you. You turn your head to the side, but to your surprise, he makes you move so he can place a pillow under your head.

“For your neck,” he says gently, features turning soft even though he’s about to fuck your mouth.

It’s sweet, and you try to ignore the way that it makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Instead, you put your head down on the pillow, face still turned towards him, and your tongue darts out to lick at his slit.

He’s quick to grab the back of your head and push his cock between your lips, barely even letting you breathe as he starts pounding in your mouth.

You let him do it, mostly because Yoongi has pushed two fingers inside of you, and you’re pretty sure your orgasm is about to wipe you from the surface of the earth.

Jungkook slows down when one of your hands finds his powerful thigh, and he pulls out to let you breathe for a time. When he leans down to dry the tears that have slipped down your cheeks, you meet his gaze again.

He looks pained. You want to ask what’s hurting him, but your orgasm crashes over you, and you lose focus of the scene. You come long and hard, walls pulsating hard against Yoongi’s digits. Because of course he fingers you through your high, sucking on your clit and flicking it lightly with that wicked tongue of his.

He knows what you like, and only he is able to make your orgasms drag for so long. He really does, and when he finally lets you go, you’re a panting mess.

“That looks like it felt good,” Jungkook teases and Yoongi laughs.

“She’s all ready for us now,” he says, and he runs a loving hand on your side.

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of the two men looking down at you. You let out a small laugh before saying, “Holy fucking shit”.

They laugh, and you push yourself up weakly until you’re sitting between them. You look between the two of them, not knowing what to do next. You feel drained, and if they notice, they don’t care. Because Jungkook takes the rein, telling you to climb on Yoongi.

You obey, head barely there when Yoongi fucks up into you, fully embedding his dick inside of you. When he hits your cervix, you come back to your senses, and you let out a long, broken moan that was supposed to be his name.

Yoongi barely gives you a break though. He holds onto your waist, fucking you quick and fast, the way you know he likes, and you’re a mess on top of him. It lasts for a moment, with Jungkook barely making any noises beside you. You’re aware that he’s jerking off, mostly because you see him move in the periphery of your vision. It takes you a moment before you’re able to look at him, and when you do, your pussy clenches around Yoongi’s cock, hard.

“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi whines.

“I want you too,” you tell Jungkook, the only coherent words you could think of.

Jungkook smirks, wetting his lips. “You want me in your ass or in your pussy?”

“Pussy,” you answer, unable to form a full sentence even though Yoongi has slowed down.

“You think you can take the both of us?” Jungkook asks. “It’s going to be a lot.”

You’re adamant. You say yes, eyes tearing up just at the thought of having both of them inside of you.

“Your girlfriend is such a good girl,” Jungkook says, addressing Yoongi this time.

Yoongi slows some more, pecking your shoulder. “She’s the best.”

It makes your heart swell with love for him, and you meet his mouth in a long, languid kiss as Jungkook moves behind you, positioning himself. You understand that he’s about to stretch you wide open when Yoongi stills, giving him a chance to push in.

It doesn’t go in at first. Jungkook lets out a small laugh, and you hear him spit behind you. He rubs it on your entrance before digging two fingers in. Yoongi moans under you, and all you can do is shut your eyes, pressing your head against his shoulder.

Jungkook fingers you for a time, adding a third finger when your walls start to relax. He does it for a while, with Yoongi remaining still as a statue under you, though he grunts and hisses his fill. When Jungkook thinks you’re ready, he pulls his fingers out before slapping your ass once.

You jerk in Yoongi’s embrace, as it took you by surprise, but then the feel of Jungkook’s tip at your entrance has you moaning lightly.

“Are you ready?” he asks, and you’re surprised by his gentle touch on your hip.

You nod.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He starts pushing in, slowly, and it burns so much you have tears escaping the confine of your eyes. Yoongi’s grip on you tightens, almost uncomfortably so, but Jungkook’s grip on your hip remains infinitely gentle.

He stills when the head is in, before pulling out. He spits on his dick, adding more natural lubrication, before he starts pushing in again. This time, it’s a little easier, and he’s able to push all the way in, his dick resting against Yoongi’s where it presses deep against your walls.

Jungkook doesn’t move for a long time, and none of you speak. You feel full, fuller than you’ve ever felt in your entire life, and as much as it hurts, it also feels good. Way too good, and your pussy clenches around the two men.

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses at the same time as Jungkook grunts. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come so soon.”

At that, Jungkook laughs. “You like when my dick touches yours?”

It’s so indecent you moan against your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Yoongi shamelessly answers. “You feel so good, Jungkook.”

It’s an understatement. Jungkook feels better than anything you’ve ever felt in your entire life. Especially as he starts to pull out, ever so slowly, and you can feel the drag of every vein of his dick on your walls.

He pushes back in, one powerful thrust that has you crying out as Yoongi moans.

“You guys like this?” Jungkook asks, and it sounds a little pained. It’s rhetorical, especially as he starts pulling out, faster this time. It doesn’t hurt as much as it initially did, and your hand shoots behind you until it finds the side of his thigh.

You don’t know why you do it, but you just have this visceral need to touch him. So you rest your fingers on the side of his leg as he establishes a slow, steady rhythm, and when he grunts something that suspiciously sounds like your name, your walls clench against the two of them again.

“Hyung, I think you can move too,” Jungkook says a little breathlessly. “You think we can make her come like this?”

You’re pretty sure Yoongi is going to be the first one to come, but you refrain from saying so as your boyfriend matches his movements to Jungkook’s. It makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose sense of everything but the spot between your legs.

They fuck you slow at first, but soon the pace picks up, and you’re a whining, moaning mess by the time Yoongi moans loudly before cursing a litany of words that has goosebumps appearing all over your body. He comes a lot, turning your insides white, stopping deep inside of you as Jungkook just keeps going. Yoongi’s seed makes it easier for Jungkook to move, and he’s soon pounding inside of you, grunting loudly.

At some point, Yoongi slips out of you, but he still holds you as Jungkook keeps going. Jungkook leans forward, and when he starts kissing your boyfriend, you grab the back of his neck, holding him in place.

He doesn’t come. He stops before he does, his dick so hard inside of you you think you’ll lose it. You’ll go fully crazy, forget everything about yourself, and all you’ll remember is him. And the worst part is, you don’t even care.

Jungkook pulls out, and the sudden emptiness almost hurts just as much as having the two of them inside of you did. You whine, and it makes him laugh.

“Lie on your back,” he orders, slapping your ass once.

Yoongi’s grip on your waist loosens enough for you to move, and you meet your boyfriend’s gaze once as you lay down next to him. He looks blissed out, much like you felt earlier, and you don’t blame him: with Jungkook in the equation, your orgasms have really started hitting different.

When you’re on your back, Jungkook kneels between your legs. He caresses your thighs gently, waits for you to look at him, and when your gazes connect he pushes in. You moan, eyes losing their focus for a few seconds. He remains still until you’re focused on him again, and then he glances at Yoongi.

“Think you can play with her clit while I fuck her?” he asks. “I want to pull another orgasm out of her before I finish.”

Yoongi chuckles. “You’re going to ruin her.”

“Isn’t that how you like your girlfriend to be?”

Jungkook really is a demon. The King of Hell himself, and he’s imprisoned the two of you down there with him, for the rest of eternity.

When Yoongi kisses him, Jungkook starts to fuck you, slowly. You watch as he grabs Yoongi’s wrist to put his fingers on your clit. Yoongi moans in the kiss, almost at the same time as you do as he starts rubbing your clit. It takes a few swipes before he does it the way that you like, and you’re a writhing mess under Jungkook when he starts pounding hard into you, so much so that you think it’d hurt. Somehow it doesn’t, and you shut your eyes, hands looking for purchase. You find someone’s hand, and you don’t even care whose it is. You just hold onto it as the two men start pulling another orgasm out of you. This one feels different, more intense, and it has everything inside of you tightening.

When it hits, you come so hard it pushes Jungkook out of you. He’s quick to bury his cock back inside of you, fighting against your pulsating walls, and then he’s releasing, his cum mixing with what was left of Yoongi’s.

He stills deep inside of you as he comes, and when you think he’s done, your eyes flutter open. You don’t know when, but Yoongi moved while Jungkook was fucking you. So you’re holding one of Jungkook’s hands, while the other was rubbing at your clit. You’re confused – you didn’t feel the shift at all – and you just watch Jungkook for a time as he breathes raggedly, still buried deep inside of you.

“You squirted all over me,” he states.

You only notice then how his lower stomach is all wet, golden skin glistening with your cum. It makes your walls tighten around him once more, and he lets out a chuckle.

“You liked it?”

You did. Way more than you thought you could. Way more than you should have, considering Yoongi wasn’t helping anymore. You shoot a look at your boyfriend, hoping that he’s okay with it, and when you notice he’s gone hard again, you know that he, too, liked it far more than he should have.

“Yeah,” you finally answer Jungkook, as he finally decides to pull out. It gains your attention, and you look at him as he focuses on the spot between your legs.

When you feel his cum, and Yoongi’s, starting to drip out, Jungkook pushes it back in, burying two fingers in your pussy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, voice low, eyes burning into you. He meets your gaze, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to catch fire, especially as he arches his fingers, playing with that sweet spot inside of you. “Think I can make you come again?”

To his surprise, the word you answer is “Yoongi”.

Your boyfriend perks up at the mention of his name. “Yeah?”

You turn back towards Jungkook, meeting his gaze with a challenge in yours. “I’ll let you make me come if you fuck him.”

Jungkook looks down at his softening length, letting out a small laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be able right away.”

“Well then,” you let out. You moan when his fingers start moving faster, before closing your thighs around his wrist. He gets the clue, and he stills. “No fingering me.”

He clenches his jaw, a muscle ticking under the skin. “Your loss, baby.”

And then he leaves you empty. You both look towards your boyfriend, who’s slowly stroking his dick. He eyes you both, an unreadable look on his features.

“Why don’t you finger his ass?” you suggest.

Jungkook’s tongue pokes at his cheek, in frustration perhaps. “You really want me to put something in his ass, uh?”

Though you’re still riding the ecstasy, you manage to smirk wickedly. “He deserves it, don’t you think? He’s been so good for us.”

Jungkook wets his lips, nodding once. To your surprise, it’s Yoongi who speaks.

“You really don’t have to.”

“Shut up before I change my mind,” Jungkook tells him, but he’s looking at you. “I’ll finger his ass while you suck his dick. I want to see you swallow everything he has to give you.”

You almost say you want to see Jungkook swallowing, but you refrain from doing so, not wanting him to change his mind.

You both move next to Yoongi, and you swat his hand away from his dick. He chuckles, though he looks a little breathless as you grab his cock. It only increases when Jungkook spreads his legs, kneeling between Yoongi’s thighs to get a good angle. And he looks at you when he spits on his fingers before bringing them to Yoongi’s asshole.

He still looks at you when he pushes the two fingers in, fighting against the circle of muscle until Yoongi’s ass swallows them whole.

Yoongi moans, but there’s something about how Jungkook’s looking at you. As much as you want to see what Yoongi looks like right now, you can’t move, can’t gaze away from the prison of Jungkook’s eyes. He looks angry, and when he tilts his head to the side, you lean towards him, catching his lips in a kiss.

You think it’s the most heated kiss you’ve ever shared with anyone before. It has you dripping again, thinking you’d be ready to go once more, even though your core aches from the double penetration and the rough fuck that followed. It has a knot forming in your stomach, a painful one at that, and you moan in his mouth.

When he pulls away from the kiss, it’s to grab the back of your head and force you to bend down until your face is right over Yoongi’s cock. You don’t hesitate: you wrap your lips around the flushed-red tip, sucking once. And then you move down, hollowing your cheeks as Yoongi hits the back of your throat. The gag reflex doesn’t come, though your eyes turn blurry with tears as Jungkook holds you there, keeping you from moving.

And as he brushes his fingers on Yoongi’s prostate, your boyfriend starts fucking up into your mouth, and the gag reflex finally comes.

Jungkook lets you pull away then, and you release Yoongi’s dick to take a deep breath, drying the tears that spilled on your cheeks with the back of your hand. And then you’re back to sucking your boyfriend’s dick, swallowing around him whenever you take almost all of him in. He’s a moaning mess, dick turning so hard you think it’ll burst. Both from your ministrations and Jungkook’s, and you want to pull away from Yoongi’s dick to tell Jungkook he’s so good.

He stops you by digging two fingers in your pussy, taking you by surprise. You moan around your boyfriend’s cock, and that’s all it takes to push him over the edge a second time. He doesn’t come as much this time around, but you still swallow every drop until you’re sure you’ve milked his orgasm out of him.

When he’s done, you release his dick with a satisfying plop before turning your head to look at Jungkook. He’s still watching you, and he tilts his head to the side.

“You swallowed everything?”

You nod, obediently pushing your tongue out, widening your jaw to show him your empty mouth. Only then do his fingers leave Yoongi’s asshole, though he fingers you for a few more seconds before he leaves you empty too.

“Not going to make me come?” you tease him as you sit on your heels. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make me come again?”

He surprises you by kissing you instead. And you don’t know what he’s chasing on your lips. You don’t think it’s lust that’s driving him right now. Maybe frustration because he’s ravishing your mouth, marking himself into it. It leaves you shaking when he finally pulls away, and you suck in a deep breath as you share a long look.

You don’t know how to read his eyes. He’s not like Yoongi – you can read Yoongi like every chapter of your favourite book. No, Jungkook is a mystery, undecipherable, an enigma you have yet to find the solution of. So you just hold his big gaze, drown in his depths, until he glances away, looking at Yoongi instead.

“No offense hyung, but I really feel like washing my hands,” he says.

You snort a laugh, and it gains Jungkook’s attention for two seconds without him saying anything. He gets up, and you watch him go, feeling a drop of lead form in your stomach.

You remain kneeling in that spot for a moment, observing the doorway, almost expecting Jungkook to pop in and say a joke, but he doesn’t. So you shrug the awkwardness off, before moving to Yoongi’s side.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him as you lay down, resting your head on his shoulder.

He molds you into his side, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Fucked out,” he answers truthfully, and you share a small laugh. “You?”

“Good,” you reply. “And a little hungry.”

“You didn’t eat enough at dinner?” he teases.

You chuckle. “Oh, I did, but this all made me hungry again.”

He presses another kiss to your temple. “Do you want me to cook you something?”

“I’d feel bad. I think we still have some tangerines, might as well just eat that.”

He nods next to you, but he remains silent. You don’t move, eyes fluttering shut as you listen to the familiar beats of his heart. They’d lull you to sleep if you didn’t know Jungkook was somewhere in the apartment.

Jungkook’s reminder makes your eyes open again, and you watch the doorway.

“Do you think something’s wrong with Jungkook?” you ask, voice small.

Yoongi looks down at you, but you ignore his gaze. “I don’t know? Should we check on him?”

You whine. “I don’t want to move.”

That makes Yoongi laugh, and he presses another kiss to your head. “Well then, let’s hope he comes back soon.”

You nod, wrapping your arm around Yoongi’s waist to hold him close. You’re silent for a few seconds before you ask, “Do you think we should invite him to sleep over? It’s pretty late.”

Yoongi glances at the clock on the bedside table. “Right.” He pauses before answering, “Our bed is not that big”.

He isn’t wrong. “He can take the guest room,” you point out. “I don’t want to kick him out at his hour.”

You feel Yoongi tense under you ever so slightly, but Jungkook is back before you can say anything more. His chest is flushed red, and you notice that he’s already collected his underwear and pants. He’s put them on too, and you suddenly feel shy, still naked under his gaze.

“I’ll let you guys sleep,” he says.

His voice sounds a little strained, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you or Yoongi.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, propping himself up on an elbow so he can get a good look at Jungkook.

Jungkook plays with his piercing for a time before shrugging. “You guys are all lovey-dovey, I don’t want to step over the line.”

You sit up. “Come here.”

He looks at Yoongi, and you feel your boyfriend nod more than you see him do it. Only then does Jungkook move, and he sits on the side of the bed.

“Do you want to sleep over?” you ask. “We’ve got room for you in the guest room.”

Jungkook chuckles, shying away from your gaze. “I really think it’d be better for me to go home.”

“Would you rather share a bed?” you suggest because you don’t like the way his shoulders are slouching a little.

This time, you entirely miss how Yoongi stiffens next to you.

“I mean…” Jungkook trails off. He tentatively looks at you before letting his gaze drop back to its safe spot on the ground. “I think that’d be great.”

You offer him a small smile. “Then get comfortable,” you tell him. “Yoongi and I were going to eat a little something…”

“Let me cook for you!” Jungkook bursts. He looks just as surprised as you at how loud he spoke because he lets out a small, sheepish laugh. “I’d love to cook for you guys.”

It makes something grow warm in your chest, and you nod. “Sure! I can show you what we have.” You glance at Yoongi. He meets your gaze, cocks an eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders.

His way of saying he doesn’t care.

“Sounds good,” Jungkook says, and he finally relaxes.

You’re not sure it’s a good thing when you come back to the bedroom, ten minutes later, to find Yoongi sleeping on his side of the bed, even though he said he’d eat with you. But you decide to let him sleep, mostly because he looks peaceful in his slumber, mouth slightly opened and hair ruffled. You press a soft kiss to his temple, barely even touching him so it doesn’t trouble his sleep, and then you return to the kitchen, where you find Jungkook cutting up a red bell pepper.

He offers you a sweet smile, and you look away, moving to one of the stools by the island. You sit before finally looking at him again.

“Hyung isn’t coming?” he asks, as he focuses on the vegetables on the cutting board.

“He fell asleep,” you answer.

Jungkook shoots you a quick look, and that same smile is still on his lips. It does something to you that really feels like it shouldn’t, and you look down at your hands where they’re lying on the counter. You’re wringing your fingers together, something you usually do when you’re anxious.

Jungkook fucked the shit out of you, and yet a smile from him is making you feel nervous.

“We did fuck two orgasms out of him,” Jungkook points out, and he lets out a small disbelieved laugh.

“I came twice, too,” you remind him, cheeks flushing. “You’re the only one who didn’t come twice.”

His features turn dark and dangerous as a smirk chases the sweetness out of his gaze. “Want to remedy the situation?”

Your throat feels dry as you reply, “Not without Yoongi.”

He nods, and the smirk melts away to be replaced by that same sweet smile. “Of course not. I’d never dare go behind his back.”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board fills the air for a time, and you watch the muscles of his forearms move under his skin. He’s quick and efficient, and soon enough, he’s pushing the diced vegetables into the pan on the stove. It was already warm, and with the oil he poured inside before, it’s no wonder the food immediately starts sizzling.

As he takes off the plastic wrapping from the chicken breasts you were dreading to have to cook, Jungkook shoots you a look.

“How’s work been going?” he asks you, clearly in an attempt at making small talk.

You work as a graphic designer at a small, family-owned company. You started years ago, before you even met Yoongi, and you absolutely love it. It offers you a lot of liberties, as you can take off whenever you want, and you can also work from home whenever you want to, which you feel like is the best thing about a job nowadays.

You’re luckier than Yoongi, whose company refuses that he works from home. He still loves what he does, at least from what he tells you. You rarely speak about work though, sharing way too many interests outside of work, that you focus on when you are together.

“It’s been great,” you reply, and you watch his profile as he finally gets the plastic wrap undone. He puts the chicken breasts out on the cutting board before throwing away the wrap and the Styrofoam plate. “How about you? Any cool gigs coming up?”

Jungkook is a model. He started off as a boxer, but he stopped three years ago to focus on other stuff, saying he was tired of beating people up and getting beaten up as a living. As far as you know, he still boxes now, but just for fun.

“If I tell you, you have to promise you’ll keep the secret,” he teases, shooting you a wink. “I had to sign an NDA for my latest gig.”

“Damn,” you let out, chuckling. “You’re getting big.”

He smirks, nodding his head. “Seems like I am.”

To be fair, he was big way before that, as the successful boxer that he was.

“So?” you press when he doesn’t say anything else after that.

He busies himself with cutting the chicken into little cubes, tongue darting out to wet his lips once as he visibly struggles to decide if he should tell you or not. You think it’s a lost cause when he stops to stir the vegetables in the pan, still not saying anything.

“You teased me, and now you’re not going to say it?” you complain.

He giggles, shrugging his shoulders. “You know I like to tease.”

You purse your lips together, your cheeks burning just enough for you to look down at your hands again. You’re wringing your fingers together once more, and you think about Yoongi in bed.

You can’t wait to snuggle up to him.

“That you sure do,” you reply to Jungkook as he finishes with the chicken before adding it to the pan.

The sizzling grows louder, but you still hear him as he says, “And you like it too”.

You run a hand through your hair, pushing it behind your ear as you avoid looking at Jungkook. You feel his eyes on you like they’re burning into your skin, and it takes you a moment before you gather the courage to reply.

“I like you being a tease when Yoongi is around.”

He remains silent for a time. You’re not quite sure how he interpreted your words, but you’re surprised when he finally talks, and what he says is, “I’m sorry”.

At that, you look at him. “What for?”

He plays with his piercing, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know?” He motions between the two of you. “Is this weird?”

“Us talking?” He nods, waiting for you to continue. “I don’t know. Yoongi is… somehow jealous, you know? I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.”

Jungkook is quick to reply. “He’s one of my closest friends. I’d hate making him uncomfortable.”

But now, the silence between you and Jungkook grows awkward, and you avoid his gaze until he returns to cooking, adding gochujang and a bunch of other ingredients to the pan. When he’s done, he turns towards you, though his face is angled towards the ground.

He mutters something that you can’t quite hear over the sound of the food cooking, so you say, “Huh?”

“Calvin Klein,” he repeats a little louder. “My new gig is with Calvin Klein.”

You purse your lips, nodding once. “That sounds… exciting.”

“Not the underwear,” he quickly adds as if you haven’t seen him fully naked twice before. “It’s for their casual clothing line.”

You can’t help the small smile that returns to your lips as you notice how flustered he appears. Clearly, Jungkook is uncomfortable with awkward silences because he starts talking to you about how he got approached, about the shooting, about how one of the reasons why he went to London and Scotland was because he was meeting up with some of their executives at a store opening over there.

He blabbers on long enough for the meal to be ready, and you just listen to him up until he finally puts down a bowl in front of you, which kills his train of thought.

You look down at the food, mouth watering at the smell. “It looks and smells delicious,” you tell him, and the compliment makes him beam.

As expected from someone that has a praising kink, right?

He sits next to you with a bowl for himself, and surprisingly enough, the conversation turns easy as you eat. You laugh along with him, and it feels like your friendship was meant to blossom years ago. Like in another life, you were friends, with a complicity that is rarely matched nowadays.

Except with Yoongi, obviously. What you have with Yoongi is the most precious thing you own, and you know you’ll spend your life with him. After all, you even brought Jungkook into your bedroom life to please him, to offer something that you knew Yoongi was going to love.

And you think he does. It does seem like it, as he’s been more affectionate now. Sometimes, you think it’s a little surprising that he has that side to him, because he’s never really been like that since the honeymoon phase died of its own volution five years ago.

When you’re done eating, you clean the dishes, laughing as Jungkook voluntarily splashes water on you. It turns into a little fight, and you’re both unaware of how loud you’re being. You don’t notice Yoongi leaning against the wall, looking at the two of you with a thoughtful expression on his features. You don’t notice as it turns a little somber, and he returns to the bedroom, feeling like he needs to sleep the feeling off.

He’s convinced it’s going to be better in the morning.

No, you don’t notice any of it, too focused on how Jungkook is now twirling the towel to whip you with it.

“Don’t you dare,” you tell him, holding up your hands between the two of you in mock surrender. You point a finger towards him. “Don’t you dare, Jeon Jungkook. I’ll go get Yoongi, and he’ll beat your ass.”

His mischievous smirk only grows. “I’d like to watch hyung try. I’m the boxer.”

You tilt your head to the side, choosing another approach. “Please, Jungkook.” You offer him your best impression of puppy eyes, but it doesn’t deter him as he takes another step towards you. “I swear to God, if you take another step…”

You never finish your sentence because Jungkook jumps towards you, startling you, and you let out a loud yelp as you run away from him. It’s no surprise when he catches up to you and wraps a strong arm around your middle, which makes you scream again.

“Stop, we’ll wake Yoongi up,” you say, pushing on his arm.

He lets you go, and you turn to look at him again. He avoids your gaze, and all his playfulness is entirely gone, replaced by regret.

“What’s wrong?” you can’t help but ask, even though you know exactly what’s wrong.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he points out, motioning between the two of you. “Gosh, what am I doing?”

He takes a step back, doe eyes widened in fear. You watch him as he drops the towel on the counter, folding his arms on his chest. He then seems infinitely confused, running a hand through his hair and playing with his piercing.

You watch Jungkook’s anxiety happen all in slow motion before you finally speak. “Jungkook, it’s fine. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

At least you don’t think you did. Have you?

“I know, it’s just… maybe we shouldn’t be chilling, just the two of us together without Yoongi-hyung,” he says. “I think it’d be better that way.”

You agree with him, that much you know. You nod, saying, “Sure, JK, that works for me”.

He pulls at his piercing some more, tongue darting out of his mouth to soothe the sting. “I think I’ll hit the guest room for now. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course!” you quickly reply, because you too know that you shouldn't share a bed with Jungkook tonight. You glance towards the hallway leading to the guest room. “Let me just put some fresh sheets on the bed.”

He shakes his head, eyes still widened. “No, it’s okay. Just hand the sheets to me, and I’ll take care of it.”

You don’t know what good it would do you to insist, so you agree and go grab the sheets for him. When you hand them to him, Jungkook looks just as nervous, and he avoids your gaze like the plague.

“Thank you,” he says.

You smile, even though he isn’t looking at you and can’t see. “No problem. I hope you’ll sleep well.”

He nods. “It’s a good thing I’m not sleeping with you guys,” he says rather awkwardly. “I snore. Like a lot. You would have hated it.”

It’s somehow endearing, and it makes you realize just how much it’s good that he indeed isn’t going to sleep with you and Yoongi.

“Oof yeah,” you let out, not knowing what else to say.

He meets your gaze once, nods his head, and then says, “Good night. I’ll let you go with your boyfriend.”

And then he’s hurrying away, disappearing in the hall to get to the guest room he’s already slept in twice before, after dinners you and Yoongi hosted where he got a little too drunk to leave. You watch him go, wondering how it is that life has changed so much that now you and Yoongi are fucking him, which makes you think of nuzzling your face in your boyfriend’s neck as you sleep.

It’s a relieving feeling, and you sigh softly before moving back to the sink, where you quickly finish doing the dishes before heading to your bedroom, turning off the lights on the way. You tiptoe in semi-darkness as you enter your room after a quick trip to the bathroom to wash yourself and brush your teeth. You take off the shirt you’re wearing before getting rid of your underwear as you move closer to the bed.

You carefully get in, moving until you can pull the comforter over you before you decide to roll closer to Yoongi. He’s a side sleeper, and he’s facing the wall away from you, but you still cuddle up to him, pressing a kiss on his back. You don’t think he’s awake, and you hesitantly wrap an arm around his waist. He feels a little stiff, until he sighs and grabs your hand.

“You’re not sleeping?” you ask in a whisper.

“No.”

You snuggle closer then. “I’m sorry if Jungkook and I were loud,” you say after a moment of silence. “We didn’t realize, and then we both felt bad.”

He doesn’t say anything, just brushes his thumb on the side of your hand. It makes your heart constrict in your chest even more, guilt seeping into your bones.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat.

“It’s okay,” he says then. “It’s normal if you guys grow more comfortable around each other after we’ve had sex. I’m glad that you get along with him.”

You don’t know what to reply to this. All you can do is press another kiss to the back of his shoulder. “You know I love you, right?”

You can hear the smile when he answers, “I know you do”.

“If you want us to keep the relationship just to bedroom stuff, I’d understand.”

He grabs your hand, and pulls it up to his mouth so he can press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, baby. It really is.”

You nod against him. “Alright. Okay.”

There’s another long silence, and you’re expecting him to have fallen asleep by the time he actually says, “Maybe we should establish some ground rules before next time?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you whisper against your boyfriend’s warm skin. “Just to make sure everyone is comfortable.” At that, Yoongi chuckles. “What?” you ask.

“And you need to stop trying to make him fuck me, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want it,” Yoongi answers, and you feel your cheeks burn.

“Gosh, I’m just trying to make you feel good,” you mumble.

Yoongi laughs again, and he turns until he’s lying on his back. “I know you are.”

“Are you?”

He presses a kiss to your forehead this time. “I am. I hope you are too.”

You snort, scooching even closer to him, if that’s possible. “Of course I am.”

“Cause he fucks you good?”

“Yoons,” you whine. “You fuck me just as good.” You pause before specifying, “You guys together fuck me good.”

“Of course we do,” Yoongi says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

It makes you chuckle, and you prop yourself up on an elbow, one hand blindly searching for his cheek. Once you’ve cupped it, you lean in, aiming for his lips. You land on the corner of them, yet you still press a sweet kiss.

“I love you so much, Yoons,” you breathe against him.

He turns his head slightly, just enough so that your mouths connect and move in unison for a time, the way they’ve always moved together. When the kiss ends, Yoongi says, “I know. Love you too.”

Even though you’ve heard him say it a thousand times before, your heart still melts in your chest, going just a little faster.

You lie back down, putting your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you. Though you’ve never been a couple that’s big on cuddling to fall asleep, you still find yourself slowly dozing off like this, the constant and rhythmic beats of his heart slowly dragging you to the land of sweet dreams.

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