#‘wait. how do two guys. like. you know…?’

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ HELP: i think my flatmate's a pervert...?

— a bllk fanfic // where a mistake in your lease gives you... yuukimiya kenyu as your roommate?!

synopsis: [college au!] someone as smart, capable, and self-sufficient as you could never make the mistake of not reading the fine-print of your new apartment's lease... however, just this once you made this mistake, and now, your uni's (possibly maybe definitely perverted) star-striker's housing with you! how fuuun! pairing: afab!reader x pervert! yukimiya kenyu [aged up.] cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NOT PROOFREAD, BABES. yukimiya is a MAJOOOR pervert. includes: dub-con. manipulation. dark content. panty-stealing. penetration, fingering, mirror sex, praise, cock!drunk, slight bimbofication. m.list

"okay, no! this is not okay!" your voice shook ever-so-slightly and you hated it — hated how your hands tightened around the papers you were holding, how your eyes fidgeted between your two brokers standing in front of you, haaaated how you could be so fucking stupid.

"okay, listen..." you tried again, "i really didn't know i'd be housing with a-" your eyes scanned the broker's face once, "a guy. not that it's a problem, it's just— i didn't read the conditions... and—"

"—ma'am," one of your brokers rubbed his temple, "i understand your concern but the entire process has been done. you've signed the papers, the lease has been made in your name — everything's done. you cannot back out now... i mean, unless you want to lose your security fee."

right. the goddamn security fee.

the owner had asked you to pay up three months' rent in advance, claimed it was security fee so you wouldn't cancel last minute. you had given it little to no thought and complied. now that same security fee was biting your ass.

"but i don't even know him!" you cried out in frustration, "what if he's a pervert, or a serial killer— or worse, like a finance dude-bro?! aren't you concerned for my— a-a woman's safety?"

"ma'am," the shorter, older broker spoke up, "we've run a security check on this guy. his background's clear. infact, he comes from a very good family. he's in your university too, so, you would be able to bond!"

great, your roommate was also in your university! what was next, he was the most popular jock on campus or some shit?!

you huffed one more time, trying out your doe-eyes in a last-ditch effort for salvation, "there's seriously nothing you guys can do?"

"not for another three months, i'm afraid." the taller one clasped his fingers and the short one nodded, "once you make it through these first three months, you may evacuate."

three months? lord. these were going to be some long, loooong three months.

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✩ investigation open: is my new flat mate a... pervert? evidence #1: did he really mishear you?

"yukimiya kenyu." the man standing at your door gave you a charming smiled, the kind where it seemed like all of the muscles in his face were being used. pushing the rim of his glasses up with his fingerpads, he nodded at you, "i'm- i'm your new flat mate!"

good posture, tall, a mop of curly brown hair atop his head, round glasses, god — greeaaat physique, and polite. overall, cute. he was kinda cute.

well, wait... you shouldn't be saying that about your flatmate before he even walked in.

but well, fuck ethics, i guess?

"—um..." yukimiya paused for a second, and an unruly, weird silence filled the living room till it buzzed in your ears sporadically.

both of you stared at each-other a second before you realized you should probably introduce yourself back.

"hi!" you spluttered, "sorry, i kind of spaced out." you chased the formalities with a smile, "uh, nice to meet you yukimiya—"

"just yukki's fine." he smiled politely and you repeated, "okay, yukki... uh, well your room's down the hallway to the left, okay? i have the one on the right... and um, if you need anything, just let me know."

"yeah, i will." the man dragged his suitcase in, "thank you so much."

the next you heard from yukimiya kenyu was a loud shriek.

you found yourself running, your footing on the wooden floors a quick pitter-patter as you made it through the living room and into the hallway that contained both of your rooms.

your mind felt scattered; did he fall down? did he find some sort of pest? was he having some kind of an emergency medical thingy first thing as he showed up?!

"what's wrong?!"

your eyes widened when you saw yukimiya standing on the door to your room rather than his. his eyes were transfixed on something inside your room, and his hand was frozen on the doorknob. he seemed... dazed.

"yuki-miya?" you called out experimentally, and found that the man appeared to give no signs of being cognitive. stepping closer, you put a hand on his shoulder and called out again, "yukimiya..?"

and then, it clicked.

"that's uh—" you gulped, suddenly remembering that all the lingerie you had just washed and dried were probably still sprawled on your bed haphazardly... and your cutesy vibrator that you had used last night and not tucked back in your drawer.

you laughed, trying to mask the obviously awkward situation, "that's um... my room."

"i—" you found yukimiya unable to meet your eyes, "i... sorry, i thought you said my room's on the right. i must have... misheard."

"it's um- all good." you nervously laughed, tittering-tottering your way to your door to pull it shut. pointing to the room directly opposite to yours, you nodded, "that one's yours, yukimiya."

and you may not have noticed in your panicked state, but yukimiya kenyu's breath seemed strained... his gaze never met yours as he quickly shifted his pants and hastily dragged himself to his room.

how odd.

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"oh my god, not only are you flat mates with the fucking striker of the uni's football team but he also saw your panties—?"

your eyes widened at your best friend as you snapped your neck to see if anyone around you heard you, "—anri, shut up! there are people around."

your voice grew feeble as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, "and i didn't know he was the striker, okay? i'm not a football nerd like you."

"i know, i know." she grinned, "but this is fantastic. he's totally hot! aaand single, i've heard... i think karasu mentioned it once."

"let's not jump ahead of ourselves." you looked up at her from your phone before drawing your gaze back to your instagram, "he's polite, he keeps to himself, and i don't think he is interested in me like that."

"hush, it's been like what? two days." anri grinned again, your love-life akin to a game for her, "give it time. who knows maybe he'd fall head over heels for you...? ooh, maybe he's like possessive?"

"ugh, you gotta stop reading all those stupid books." you rolled your eyes, "you sound insane."

"just saying!"

possessive? hah, right!

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✩ investigation resumed: is my flat mate a pervert? evidence #2: do we have the same preferences..?

smack! you hit the shampoo bottle against the palm of your hand, and again, and again and again once more for good measure.

"oh my god," you hissed, your shower growing cold with each passing minute, "i swear to god this had some left the last time i checked."

or did you misremember?

you smacked it once more, but to your dismay, there was no more than two lonesome droplets left.

you sighed, finally giving up. "guess i gotta go shopping later."

when you stepped out of the shower, you found yukimiya sitting in the living room, scrolling on his phone. his bicep flexed mindlessly as he stretched an arm over his head and yawned.

"hey, yukimiya?" you called out and he looked up, "oh, hey."

were you hallucinating or did the star-striker yukimiya kenyu scan your towel-clad body up and down through his glasses...?

you gulped, trying to change the topic before your mind raced to unbearable fantasies, "i... i was thinking i'd go to the supermart tonight. gotta restock on a few things. do you want me to get you something?"

"oh," his brows furrowed, his speech slurred as if he was breaking out of a fantasy of his own. the player stuttered, "i don't know— oh. yeah, can you get me one of those uh- lavender diffuser things? i like that fragrance a lot."

"oh? lavender?" you repeated, "okay, sure."

and when you realized — while restocking on your favorite shampoo — that it was also lavender scented, you grew a bit confused. oh, maybe you and yukimiya just had similar taste?

what a coincidence!

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✩ investigation resumed: is my flat mate an actual pervert? evidence #3: um, my thong's missing.

"okay," you mumbled, looking through your drawer the nth time, "one, two, three, four..." you sighed, growing wary of the same outcome, "one's still missing."

now, it could be very well that you just misplaced one pair of thongs, or that you left it at the laundromat. or... well, maybe your roommate had it?

no. you shook your head. no.

yukimiya kenyu was a perfectly well-adjusted individual! he came from a good family, he was the star-striker for your university's football team, and he even modeled on some occasions! he was a polite, well-adjusted man and it was rude of you to think that lowly of your flat-mate!

but... what if?

no. you steeled your thoughts. he never even looked at you inappropriately! and never did he ever make you feel uncomfortable! it was wrong to think he could do something as lowly as panty-stealing.

yeah, you definitely just misplaced that pair.

but then, three weeks later — another went missing.

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✩ investigation resumed: i think my flat mate is a pervert! evidence #4: my fav crop-top's gone missing!

"hey, anri." you put the call on speaker, tossing the phone to your bed as you crouched down in front of your wardrobe. pulling out the pieces of fabric hastily, you called out to your best-friend on the other side of the phone call, "uh, did you- fuck..! did you take my top?"

anri seemed to speak through a mouthful, "mhm, which top? your white tank top? yeah, i have that."

"no, no." you stood up, now rechecking the top layers of your cupboard where you kept all your clothes, "my black crop top! my favorite one— it's the one i wore to aiku's party a week back."

"oh that one?" anri hummed in defeat, "nope, don't have that."

"you sure?"

"yeah," she finally stopped chewing on whatever she had been eating, her interest piqued, "did you lose it?"

"seems so." you looked through the giant pile of clothes on your floor once again, growing more frustrated with each shove, "i've checked everywhere and i still can't find it."

"maybe you gave it to someone else? koyuki maybe? oh, maybe sae's cousin that came to visit—?"

"—don't know." you mumbled in defeat, throwing the clothes haphazardly at last, "but that was my favourite top, goddammit."

the woman on the other grew silent, and when she spoke up, she sounded hesitant, "i mean- maybe ask yukimiya? a lot of your stuff's been going missing lately."

"he didn't take it—" but anri cut you off before you could defend the man, "i know but maybe you left it somewhere in your flat? maybe he saw it? just ask him once."

"maybe... okay." you nodded with some semblance of resolve, standing up and walking upto your door, "i'll go ask him. talk to you later, anri. love ya!" beep.

you twisted the doorknob, only to find the door already open... and though you didn't notice this, but your door was just a little bit ajar — enough for someone to peek in without you noticing.

"hey, yukimiya?" you knocked on yukimiya's door and waited.

after a few seconds, the door opened and wafts of thick, lavender air seemed to seep out. your brows furrowed at the familiar smell, his room smelled a lot like your perfume combo.

but before you could ask him about his olfactory preferences, you came face-to-face with a shirtless yukimiya. his face was flushed, no glasses, hair pushed up hastily. he seemed like he had been... busy.

he heaved, "hey, sorry. um, jus'... just was working out." the player gave you an easy smile, "what's up?"

"i—" you solely focused on his flushed face, trying not to gawk at his defined chest and milky skin, taut with muscles you couldn't even name. you swallowed, "i can't find my black top, have you... uh, maybe seen it?"

"sorry," yukimiya gave you a charming smile, his full lips stretching all so prettily, "which top?"

"i wore it aiku's party last weekend..." and you hoped that you reminding him of his teammates party would jog up his memory but yukimiya kenyu was still just as clueless. he shook his head, stretching his hand to lean on the doorframe, "can't recall, sorry."

"oh, well, it's okay." you gave him a tight-lipped smile, "but if you find it, would you tell me?"

"yeah, course."

and obviously, you couldn't see it with the way he was shielding the door to his room, but somewhere between his duvet covers and pillow, there definitely lay a black fabric somewhere.

oh, but who knows? maybe that was one of his shirts.

black is a popular colour, of course.

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✩ investigation resumed: okay... my flat mate's a pervert. evidence #5: all these... strange noises?

tick, tock, tick, tock.

you tossed on your bed once more, dragging the blanket over your body before your body got too hot and you felt like you were being baked alive. throwing the blanket off your body, you found your shirt stuck to your back uneasily.

groaning, you picked up your phone just to see the time to be: 3:07 a.m.

oh you were definitely getting late for the 9 a.m. lecture tomorrow.

"fuuuck," you groaned, finally dragging yourself upwards to sit on your bed. looking around the room, your eyesight adjusted to the darkness and you swung your legs to get off your sprightly mattress. "hm, maybe some water will help?"

walking to your door, you found the door to be closed but not locked; one turn of your metallic doorknob and it'll open to reveal you sleeping inside.

you raised your eyebrows in wicked surprise, you closed it... right?

well, maybe you forgot.

stepping out, you found yourself in the dark hallways and you swear you were just about to take a sharp left to walk to the kitchen when... you heard something.

the sound seemed to be coming from yukimiya kenyu's room and you inched closer to his gate not because you wanted to spy on him or something! no... you just... it was late and he usually had early morning practices... so, shouldn't he be asleep?

usually, he was tucked in and out before you were, so, why was he up at three in the goddamn morning?

placing an ear to his door, you could hear some strange sounds from his room.

"haah, fuck." his muffled voice kissed your ear through the wooden barricade. although the words were smushed, you could make out some things. things along the line of, "god, yeah— fuck, like th-that."

and then, you heard your name.

your eyes widened and you brought up a hand up to your parted mouth. your frenzied gaze ran from the door to the floor and then back to his closed door.

your name?!

no fucking way! you stepped back. was he masturbating?! to... your name?!

you stepped back again, suddenly conscious that yukimiya kenyu could just swing his door inwards and catch you lurking outside his room like some sick, sick pervert!

you took a sharp left, walking to the kitchen as fast as your two jelly-like limbs would allow you. once there, you brought a tall glass of cold water to your lips, drinking down the liquid to parch your throat and your rancid thoughts.

you definitely misheard it! it wasn't your name!

you filled the glass with water again, your face growing warmer despite the cold water past your throat.

it wasn't your name! you rationalized, it was hard to hear through the door, after all. and yukimiya... he wasn't this type of guy — a pervert!

you should probably just forget about this. two weeks more and you could just move out of this place, anyways, right?

he wasn't like that... right?

yukimiya kenyu was not a pervert, right...?

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✩ investigation continued: yes! my flat mate is a huuge pervert! evidence #6: what the fuck?!

"heyy, sae?" you smiled, hoping your politeness was evident enough through the phone call, "do you guys have practice in the evening— like right now?"

the redhead was dry like always, "yeah, why?"

"do you have any idea how long it'll run for?"

"i dunno," the man replied, "maybe like till nine? the championships are about to start, so, it'll drag on."

"oh... and yukimiya's there right—?" but sae quipped up again, "yeah, but why'd you ask?"

"oh, i just had to go out with anri." you laughed mechanically, "and uh, yukimiya's not picking up my calls so, i just needed to know when he'd be back."

"oh? okay."

you laughed again, praying your desperation wasn't on display for the overtly observant older itoshi, "hey sae... uh, don't tell yukimiya i called you, right? he may think it's something serious when it's not."

"yeah, cool." and you could imagine the redhead more than happy to end your conversation, "see ya, bye." beep.

you looked at the time: 7:53 p.m.

you had over an hour to snoop through yukimiya's room without him catching you. perfect!

and it's not like you were enjoying this — this was a necessity!

after that night, you couldn't quite look yukimiya kenyu the same. somehow, everything he did seemed... sketchy.

your door was always open even when you locked it, your shampoo and conditioner somehow ran dry a few uses in, even one of your bras had gone missing — and it was good, expensive, frilly kind!

if yukimiya kenyu was innocent, then, you'd repent for your actions till the end of your mortal life. but if he wasn't... well, you didn't know what you'd do then.

tip-toeing to his door as if he was still home, you turned the doorknob just to find the door close. you breathed in slowly. okay, you prepared for this.

you had noticed that he took one key of his room with him and another, well, that was in a jar kept in the kitchen. technically, you weren't supposed to know this but a little snooping never hurt anyone, right?

once you had produced the key, you tip-toed back to his room.

8:15 p.m. okay, not bad. forty-five minutes to snoop wasn't bad at all.

as you jabbed the key in, and felt your heart thundering within your chest. one twist of the doorknob, and then you were in.

his room smelt like you — lavender with a hint of sweetness intertwined. but that was probably cause he just liked lavender, right?

at the first glance, his room felt like nothing from the ordinary. his bed was made, the blanket and pillows perfectly placed. right in front of the bed — perched against a corner — was a long, full-body mirror. there were a few dumbbells and restraint bands kept against one wall. and well, his walls were barren except for a plastic hook that held up his previous medals.

no decor, no pictures... what a psycho?!

still tip-toeing, you first made your way to his laundry basket, sifting through his pile of clothes for if you could find anything familiar. even though you sifted and sifted and sifted, you came up empty-handed.

groaning, you walked up to his beside tables next. going through one drawer after the other, all you could find were some prescribed set of lenses, random junk and pennies collecting dust.

last, you walked to his wardrobe. pulling open the doors, you looked through the neatly arranged rows of clothes and jerseys and whatnot, still to not find anything.

with each place devoid of your thongs, or your clothes, your chest felt a little bit lighter.

see! your pysche cheered, yukimiya wasn't a creep! told ya!

once you were done with your inspection, you found one last place to check — under his bed.

the underside of you bed was used to store nonsense. you sometimes chucked your shoes under those, or dirty laundry on days you were feeling particularly lazy. it also had a box full of your old memories — mementos, pictures, slam books, old jewelry for sentiment's sake.

you assumed yukimiya's would be much the same, or barren — like the rest of his room.

and so, you crouched down on your knees.

the wooden floor was cold against your skin, and you grimaced as you bent down and turned of the flashlight on your phone to check the underside.

ding ding ding! a cardboard box. it was the only thing kept under yukimiya kenyu's bed and you assumed that it'll be something personal, like it were for you.

"uh-huh," you nodded as your palms pawed desperately at the cardboard box to pull it outwards.

you finally pulled it out, only to find—

"—what the fuck?!"

your fingers shook as your body settled all of it's bodyweight on your toes. commanding your shaking digits, you put your hands inside the box as if going to pet a rattlesnake.

except there was no rattlesnake in, or even a hamster. oh no, it was just your stuff!

the thongs you had displaced, your frilly, expensive bra that went missing, your lipgloss that you were so sure was stolen at uni! at the bottom of the box sat the black crop top you had come asking yukimiya for... oh god.

"tch, you weren't supposed to see that."

your neck snapped upwards, and your jaw sagged open at the man that stood at the door.

"y-yukimiya..." your mouth felt awfully dry, like each breath had been traded for a spoonful of sand.

"awh, why'd you look so scared?" the man asked in a sickly, sweet tone as he closed the door behind him, "it's my room, darling. did you not expect to see me here?"

"i-" your eyes shot to your phone that lay on the floor next to you, 8:43 p.m.

you gulped but there was no relief to your arid mouth, "y-you weren't supposed to come till—"

"nine?" the man hummed, dropping his duffel bag at the edge of the bed, "yeah, no, i figured i'll come home early. had a feeling you were upto something."

instinctively you pulled your phone up and crawled backwards, "i-i'll tell the police you're s-stalking me."

"oh?" yukimiya smiled and the sweetness in his actions were a stark contrast to the malicious storm that brew in his eyes, "try that, sweets. tell them that your flat mate's got your thongs 'n stuff, right?"

"i r-really will!"

and yukimiya kenyu laughed, stepping closer, "yeah, you should. go ahead, call them."

you flinched as he took another step closer, your bleary gaze shooting up to his face, "wha-why'd you? yukimiya—"

"oh c'mon," he cooed, bending down to meet you at your eye-level, "don't be so scared, dove. i'm not gonna eat you."

a vulnerable whimper fell past your wobbling lips, "y-yukimiya..."

"darling," he brought up a broad palm up to your cheek, "don't act like you don't fuckin' fantasize about this shit, yeah?"

the tears grew heavy against your bottom lash line, "wh-what?"

"i've seen you," he smiled softly, his voice so soothing except it was jabbing you like needles with each accursed word, "i've seen you fucking yourself on your fingers so, so pathetically while crying out my name."

a tear drop fell past your doe eyes and yukimiya leaned forward, catching the drop on his tongue. he hummed at the salty taste and your skin burned where he had licked you.

"wh-when...?" and your cheeks flamed at the thought of him catching you like that.

it had happened a few times... a few nights when you thought he was asleep, you had guided your vibrator to your plush cunt and pretended that the silicon molded toy was him instead. but it was just an innocent fantasy! you didn't... you didn't want him to find out.

"i've seen you." he hummed, satisfied with your expression of pure shock, "c'mon, do you think i'm dumb? so many nights when you couldn't sleep — you called my name, and i heard."

slowly rubbing your cheek, he continued, "and you're not a kid, love. you had your suspicions with the thongs, and the top, right? and yet, you never once actually looked for them."

a cashmere smile, "were you hoping i was the one who had them?"

embarrassment sewed itself against your features, "n-no... 's not like that."

he dragged his thumb from your cheek to your lips, pulling open the plump lips apart, "it's not like that? then, are you actually so dumb that you left the main door unlocked while you snooped through my room?"

a pause, "or did you want me to find you?"

you shook your head, your wet tears falling down in fat plops! down your pretty face. yukimiya kenyu slowly inserted his thumb inside your warm, melty mouth, and instinctively, you sucked at his digit.

yukimiya grinned, "awh, such a good girl but such a terrible fucking liar."

"now, tell me." the man pushed another digit in your inviting mouth, "do you want me to fuck you? or, do you want your stuff back?"

"i-" you couldn't speak and yet yukimiya smiled as if he understood you, "yeah, our lease is gonna be up in a week, right? i'll leave, angel.... unless, you want me to stick around and fuck you like you want me to?"

he paused, a slow, maddening grin on his handsome features, "do you want me to, love?"

and you nodded.

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✩ investigation continued: my flat mate's a 100% perverted! evidence #7: [redacted]

"yukimiya—" you batted your lashes at the man perched behind you.

his hot chest was flush against your back. one broad hand of his held your thighs wide apart while his other digits teased your hot core. his slender fingers hovered right above your drenched cunt.

"it's yukki," each word of his was a hot pang! against your throbbing neck, "i told you, love. it's yukki for you, yeah?"

you swallowed, "yeah... y-yukki."

he licked up a fat stripe from the middle of the neck to the shell of your ears and you shuddered against him.

"now," he exhaled softly, "keep looking at your pretty face as i ruin you, yeah?"

you met your shaky vision in the mirror — where yukimiya kenyu had you spread open for him like some exquisite modern art.

you chest rose and fell erratically as the man brought his fingers to your cunt and rub against the rosy, quivering bundle of nerves. his fat girth pushed past the weak resistance of your pussy, your greedy hole gladly accepting each one of his inches graciously.

"oh my god—" heavy tears stung at your lashline as the player brought down your erratic pelvis down, down, down his achy cock. your body buzzed as if yukimiya kenyu was your personal brand of heroine. you bit down you wobbling bottom lip in an effort to control your obscene, animalistic moans, "y-yukki 's so big."

"awh? s-so big?!" the man cooed, his mucles biceps still tugging your pliant body down till his heavy balls twacked! against your supple skin.

"shiiit feel me?" the man grinned and you caught the lewd sigh in the mirror — his index and middle finger circled your clit in frenzied, haphazard figures as his length curved and molded your insides with each salacious thrust. he groaned, "feel me all the way in, hah?"

"yeah..." your eyes caught against the obscene imagery — your roommate sinking his milky, heavy length inside your gaping, bulging cunt with ease.

a hand snaked around your waist, his taut muscles so tightly pressed up against your simmering hot body. leveraging the hold, the man pulled your doughy hips up 'n down his length harsher, faster.

"y-yukki—!" your heart seemed to be stuck in your throat, it's sweet ba-dump! ringing in your ears as the man impaled you on his length.

but the man under you did not care.

his perspired skin clung against yours like it was second skin, his erratic gaze staring at your unkempt reflection in the mirror as if he was stalking you — well, he was.

as your muscles spasmed against the ridges of his lengthy dick, his plump lips parted to let earthy groans that poured over your body like molten fire, "fuuck, y'know— you don't know how long i've been waiting for this."

his thumb pressed against your silt, collecting the syrupy slick on his finger-pads with each rough swipe. you clawed at the forearm against your waist as your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, "god— i'm gonna haah! cummin'- i-m cumming—"

your irises were practically molded into hearts, pretty lips almost slathered with your drool as yukimiya kept ramming his tip against your gooey, kryptonitic spot — undeterred by your flimsy scratches against his milky forearms or your cries of pleasure.

"c'mon, c'mon." he hummed, and you may have been in a crazed state but you swear you felt the player take in a hefty, hefty sniff of your hair, "smell so sweet... like candy, you 'n your pretty pussy—"

and smell reminds you!

"do you a-actually like lavender?" you tried looking at his face in the mirror, but each messy thrust into your cunt left your shaken, left each muscle spasming, left every inch of your skin buzzing as if bugs were crawling all over.

and though you couldn't quite see him, you heard his laugh. the hot air was hotter against your nape, his voice so smooth that the richness of the baritone set your cunt spasming in feverish quivers, "d'you like lavender, hm?"

you thought for second, well, tried to but it was hard with the way his leaky tip bulldozed it's way into your velvety hole. you swallowed down the thick build-up of drool in your mouth, "y-yes, i do."

"then, so do i."

and though it was childish, you pouted at his twisted answer, "you're hic— you're copying me—!"

"hm?" he grazed his sharp jaw against yours, still rutting into you like an animal in heat, "silly girl."

"'m not si-lly!"

and you were sure your mind was broken because you giggled, feeling the sound reverberate against the gooey puddle in your stomach that simmered with the anticipation of another orgasm.

"since we're playing question 'n answer," the man used his experienced fingers to pry open your syrupy folds again, pressing his fingerpads against every spot of you that could coax out heated whispers of his name, "tell me something, too."

you nodded, your eyes zeroing in at the blurry vision of you getting ruined by yukimiya kenyu.

"you knew i had your panties, right?"

"no..." you bit down your lips, stifling another broken giggle down your throat, "hah... maybe?"

"huh?" and his plump lips stretched to show a lecherous, devilish smile, "and you didn't want them back?"

"i thought you'd—yukki!" you chirped at the sudden thrust up your abused cunt, his tip yet against massaging your deepest, most sinful muscles in such a downright hypnotizing manner.

his deep voice rumbled through every sensitive cell of yours, "finish what you were saying', pretty."

"thought you cou-could use them," you hiccupped, the delirious smile still playing against your misty features, "y'know to... jerk it off t'me."

"ah?" the man cocked up an eyebrow, never halting his pounding even as he pressed a chaste kiss to your pulse before he nipped at the same point, possessed by the animalistic need to mark you as his own, "how fucking kind, darling."

you gasped at the harsh tug against your sensitive skin. his canines delved into your supple skin, leaving indents behind that he soothed with a hysteric drag of his sultry tongue.

"say..." the player dragged on the word, his bruised lips still against your racing, kiss-bitten pulse "what if i return the favor?"

you met your figure in the mirror — your reddened, scrunched up face, you dilated pupils, parted lips, "h-how?"

and yukimiya kenyu gave you a charming smile, the same kind he had given when he had walked in through that door, "fuck you till you cannot walk, yeah? till all you remember is hngh—"

a harsh thrust into your cunt had you cry out, "yukki—!"

"yeah," he grinned, feral, "exactly that. jus' me, juuuus' yukki, yeah?"

you nodded delirious, "fuuck mhm— yukki—"

turns out, your flatmate was a pervert but... so were you?!

✩ investigation concluded: i was right! my flat mate is a fucking pervert! evidence #8: not needed... cause he's rearranging my guts?!

a/n: live, laugh, love yukimiya kenyu! was this fun to write? yes. did i write this one in a single seating? yes. would i do this again? yes. haha enjoy the filth! mwuah mwuah <3 tagging: @moodswing101 @5hoe1 @scara-simp69 @kleosheart @localdumbassinthecorner @gyubeoms @koalaflower @pvrokinetic @spacegyaru @t0mi33

[bluerosefox]

Danny kept quiet and stared tensely out the car window, even with Jazz, or his mom trying to ask questions for the first few minutes into the ride but the soft and firm "Madds, Jazzy, he'll tell us when he's ready." from his dad made them all stop their questions.

He had ignored the questioning gaze of his best friends too when they picked them up, the two at first armed and ready to fight for him against the Fenton's since he used the old code they had set up in case but he quickly told them that the Fenton's still loved him but he needed them ready to leave right now with him and his family and it was the only way to get them to do so without questioning at the moment. At first Sam was annoyed and was about to argue how his code text scared her but closed her mouth when Danny sternly looked at her his gaze sharp, Tucker had flinched back a bit because he hadn't seen that look on Danny's face in ages. The last time he saw it was when Dash, in Elementary, had stolen Tucker's brand new glasses and was about to smash them with a book, that stare alone had gotten Dash to back off for like a week before he started up his bullying again.

After that, all Danny did was open the van's door and told them

"Get in, we don't have time..."

Once everyone Danny loved from Amity was in the van he told his dad to start driving to Vlad's dumb place. That it was being fortified and once they got there he will explain everything.

To the untrained eye it looked like he was merely staring out of the van but he was actually keeping watch, every muscle in his body tense and ready to spring into action should he need to, his fingers lightly near the hidden blade he had on him, one of the two things he managed to keep since being dropped off near Amity Park, the other being his old League uniform that no longer fit him. He knew depending how long it took his Mother to send her warning eventually League Assassins would be showing up sooner or later for him.

It didn't take long getting to Vlad's newish place, he had moved outside of Amity but not back to his Wisconsin castle when he finally decided to try to an actual dad for Dan and Ellie. It wasn't as ridiculous as the castle but it was still a huge rich guy place.

Danny sent a quick text to Dan from his phone, knowing the other was waiting for them. Without heisting, just as the GAV rolled to a stop, Danny opened the door and hopped out taking one of his to-go bags with him. He kept his eyes towards the open area, his eyes trying to catch sight of the littlest movent and his enhanced hearing for the tiniest sound.

His body was tense, ready to spring into action should he need to and only said "Get inside, quickly."

He could hear the rest of the people he loved and cared for pause, no doubt staring at him in question but after a firm "Go." from Jack the others made their way, grabbing bags along the way to the manor door where Vlad let them in with no words exchanged.

Danny could feel Vlad's gaze on his back, no doubt Dan didn't explain much but most likely told the older man that the Fenton's, Tucker, and Sam were in grave danger. Most likely said it with his eyes glowing and almost growling the order to fortify the place asap.

Danny shifted his foot, took a breath, and said aloud "Report."

"Misdirected two groups away from Amity in the last hour. My duplicates already have them knocked out and are dumping them a couple of cities away. Third group is no doubt going to message Fruitloop Prime and he'll be alerted you left home and will be looking to where you went. Give or take I say we have like a day or two before he finds your trail to Vlad's. Fruitloop Prime knows from reports you aren't on 'good' terms with Vlad so maybe three days at max? Enough time to go to... Father." Came Dan's voice from behind him.

"Thats... Just great..." Danny sighed heavily under his breath.

"So, whats the main plan." Dan stated, not even asking and Danny knew how tense and uneasy he actually was from the tone itself. Danny knew Dan wanted nothing more than to go straight to Ra's and rip the false immortal to shreds but Danny also knew that deep, deep down just how scared he was to even see his face. Danny was scared and he knew Dan was too.

"We tell the others the truth, and I mean everything. Get everyone weapon ready and then we get into contact with Father in Gotham, hope Damian doesn't try run his blade through me... Again, and prepare for an absolute shitshow of Father trying to 'take control' of the situation and butting heads with Mom and Dad's need to protect us." Danny said before finally turning around and stared hard at his once upon a time half future self. He gave Dan a sarcastic smile before adding "Wanna rock paper scissors to see who tells who?"

".....Fine." Came the scoffed annoyed response.

-x-x-

'Someone needs help against Ra's. Have sent them towards you. Take care.'

These words were seen, written in League code, on the screen in the Batcave. A group of people surrounding the computer screen, each one frowning and questioning why Talia sent this cryptic message.

To Protect Them

Another DPxDC idea with twins Danny and Damian.

'He knows.'

That was only message Danny received before he felt like he had dropped in freezing cold Arctic waters naked and felt if he remembered to breathe at this moment he would see his own breath, even though he had an ice core and no longer felt actual cold anymore, and for a moment the world around him faded into nothing.

No sound, no touch, not even smell.

Nothing.

Then like a supernova, everything around him exploded.

Everything was too loud, to strong, his skin felt hot and cold at the same time somehow. The feeling of dread crawled up his body.

He needed to go.

Run.

This message was his only warning. The only thing his birth mother could send him in regards of help. He knows it, he knows she can't do anything else but this. He also knows she wants to do more but in order continue to be the eyes and ears inside of the hellhole he once called home, a place he both hated and feared yet somehow still loved if only for the memories of his mother and brother, she could not do anything more.

"Hey Dann-o! Anything good in the mail today!?" Came the loud voice of Jack Fenton, his adopted dad, from the doorway. The same man who took one look at a muddy, dirty, tense, untrusting, almost fully feral little six year old Danyal al Ghul who held onto his only daughter hand when she dragged him home after finding him behind the Nasty Burger looking for food, and decided point blank that he was now a Fenton. That Danny, Daniel was his son as if he always was.

Danny could feel his lip tremble when he realized if he ran, if he booked it out of Amity now, the people he loved, the people he would happily die for, would be targeted. It wouldn't matter if he faked his death, or just left with no warning and never contacted them ever, ever again.

They would be killed for just knowing him.

For their deaths would be his punishment.

Danny could feel the rest of the mail in his hands, the ones he had went outside to get before breakfast cause his mom asked him to, fall out of them, the only one staying was the message from his birth mother. He took in a shaky uneven breath and turned around.

His face no doubt was pale, paler than it normally was, and his body trembled, and Danny had no doubt that despite all the training he had learned when he was in the League that even if he brought it out and pretended he was fine, his dad would be able to tell something was wrong.

Because his dad's happy cheerful face shifted to a concerned worried frown, a frown Danny hadn't seen in a few years, a frown that was common when Danny would wake in the middle of the night screaming, begging, or cursing in his native language or when he would be spooked enough to reach for a knife. But even with those moments the man never ever found fault in Danny, instead he would lower his voice and speak softly to Danny, waiting until he calmed down before asking if it would be okay to touch or hug him. Then he would sit with Danny for hours, keeping his normally loud and booming voice soft as he talked about random things, like family fudge recipes and how they came to be.

"Danny?" Jack asked softly as he took a small step forward, one of his hands lifted up as if asking permission to reach out.

Danny wanted nothing more than to rush into his dad's arms and hide in his large frame. Hide from the world around him but Danny knows he didn't have time, none of them did.

He took in one more breath and could feel his body stop shaking, his mind no longer chaotic, and his nerves steeling up. For the first time in a long, long time, he wasn't Daniel 'Danny' Fenton anymore.

He was Danyal al Ghul again.

"Dad. Get mom and Jazz into the GAV. Now." Danny ordered, his eyes narrowing as he clutched the message in his hand tight.

His dad knew something big was going down.

And he trusted Danny enough to do so quickly.

Danny closed his eyes as his dad ran into the house, yelling for Maddie and Jazz to get into the GAV. Danny opened them when he could feel the message in his hands slowly being covered in ice and knew his eyes were now glowing green.

He didn't have a lot of time. He needed to get his family, Tucker, and Sam out of Amity.

He needed to get them someplace safe.

He needed backup. More than his family and his friends.

He needed-

Danny nearly jumped when he realized who he can call to help.

In a flash he took his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number he barely liked calling but needed to do so at this moment.

He waited, it felt like ages and it was agonizing, before the person on the other line finally picked up.

"What do you want-" came a somewhat same but rougher sounding of his voice but Danny cut him off.

"Dan, he knows." was the only thing Danny needed to say because he could hear the sharp intake of breath.

"Get them here now." was the order.

"Already on it. Is Ellie and Vlad with you?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll be there shorty. Keep them safe."

"And then what?" Came the gruff question.

"Then... Then we'll prepare and call in Father and Damian. We need all the help we can get."

".....He won't be happy... About everything. Our... your fake death you know."

".... I know. But hopefully Father and the rest of his batclan will keep him from lashing out too much, especially with civilians and innocent lives on the line."

The two, Danny and Dan fell into a silence for a moment. Danny could hear his dad trying to hurry his mom and Jazz into the GAV despite their questions

".... Explaining all of this is going to be a shit show isn't it." Came Dan's voice after a couple of minutes.

Danny winced because yeah, not only explaining his actual past as Danyal al Ghul to the Fenton's, Tucker, Sam, and to Ellie, and Vlad but also having to explain his new life to his birth father and twin brother, a brother who thought he was dead, was going to be a hell in a handbasket.

"Yeah... it will be." Came his only response as he heard the GAV starting up and the garage door opening. Dan must of heard it over the speaker phone and said "Get Sam and Tucker and get here soon. No stops. We'll fortified Vlads dumb place in the meantime."

Dan didn't wait after that and instead just disconnected the call. Danny removed his phone from his ear and quickly pull up the group chat he had with his friends, sending them a quick message to meet him now. He used the code they had set up incase the Fenton's didn't take to him being Phantom well, he never had to use it since they took the news good, well as good as one could be after finding out their invention had half killed their son and that they had been hunting his ghost side down, but since this was important he needed them to be ready now.

He frowned as the Fenton GAV pulled up towards him and knew that what happens next would be...

Stressful.

[xoxojisu]

"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

synopsis: the 1a girls have a lot to say about you and katsuki's not-relationship.

a/n: hahahaha more pre-relationship just friends trope (do not tell me i do this trope too much it brings me joy) also a lot of people asked for a pt two to my unofficalbf!katsuki hcs and this isnt quiiiite that bc there's not a whole lotta interaction w katsuki but uhm its smth. i have more wips abt this tho so theres a LOTTT more where that came from!

"even if we don't talk about anything important, i want to force it to be about romance!" mina exclaimed as ochako floated off in embarrassment at being questioned about deku.

"oh! speaking of! how long have you and bakugo been dating, y/n?"

you froze. "huh?"

"i don't know how you handle him! you're so sweet and cute and he's all 'die! go to hell! i am the king explosion murder lord!' y'know?" she added.

"he's not really like that with her, though. he's always a lot quieter she's around. you can see the way his eyes soften." tsu commented thoughtfully.

they all stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer the question, and you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. "uh.. katsuki and i.. aren't dating?"

a beat passed. then another.

"WHAT?!"

"no way! i thought you two were dating for sure! he's always holding your hand and grabbing at you and acting all soft with you! wait, i literally saw him carry you to his room! how are you not dating?" hagakure burst out.

"yeah! and during our movie night last week, you were laying your head on his shoulder and he had his arms around you!" mina chimed in. "we all just assumed you two were dating like a given! what do you mean, 'you're not dating?!'"

"i mean, we're not dating! we're close friends, sure, but katsuki's never, like, asked me to be his girlfriend or anything! we're just tight childhood friends, that's all! he probably thinks of me as a little sister with the way he looks out for me, or something." you explained, waving your hands in the air frantically.

"y/n, i love you, but you're being as stupid as kaminari! no boy, but especially not bakugo, would ever act like that with a girl he wasn't interested in." jirou sighed. "there really isn't such thing as 'platonic cuddling' or 'platonic handholding' between boys and girls."

"well, it's normal for kids, you know? and katsuki and i grew up together, so it just kinda stuck!" you said, making a noble attempt at justifying you and katsuki's we-are-definitely-not-just-friends behavior. they all looked at you unamused.

the girls continued to bombard you with questions, each one getting bolder than the last.

"seriously, though, y/n," mina said, her grin wide, "how do you keep it together around him? you two are always so… cozy."

"cozy?" you blinked, trying to avoid their intense stares. "what do you mean 'cozy'?"

"oh, come on," she teased, nudging you. "you hold hands, sit waaaay too close, and don’t even get me started on the whole ‘sleeping on and cuddling with him’ thing. also, i swear i saw him give you a kiss on the forehead!"

"i mean, that’s just how we are!" you said, exasperated. "we’ve been friends forever! it’s not a big deal!"

jirou raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i don’t know, y/n. most guys don’t carry their girl friends to their rooms when they’re tired."

you froze. the memories flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. "i told you, he was just being—"

"overprotective?" yaomomo interrupted, practically reading your mind. "yeah, that’s what we thought, too. but i don’t know, seems a little… extra for a friend."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “this is ridiculous. we’re not dating! he’s not like that with me.”

they all stared at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open.

katsuki stood in the doorway, his signature scowl immediately visible, with kirishima and kaminari not far behind. "..what the hell are you all looking like that at me for? you got a problem?"

the girls didn’t miss a beat. mina jumped up, eyes practically sparkling. "we were just discussing how you and a certain girl over here are totally a secret item!"

you froze. oh no.

katsuki's eyes widened then narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of grumpiness and fluster. "the hell?" was all he said.

“you’re always carrying her, holding hands, and let’s not forget you cuddling with her sleeping on you during that movie last week. with how comfortable you guys were with it, i'll bet it was far from the first time you guys have done stuff like that, too! you two are practically made for each other!”

katsuki glared at her, his fists clenching. "i don’t give a shit what you idiots think." his voice was sharp, dismissive, and he turned his gaze toward you for a moment, his usual annoyance evident.

you let out a nervous laugh, relieved that he wasn’t actually acknowledging any of the weird feelings the group was pushing on you two.

the girls looked between you and katsuki, still skeptical, but he wasn’t having it. he gave a quick, sharp glare to the group before glancing back at you. you failed to see the way his sharp glare softened ever-so-slightly when he did so.

“you’re all so damn nosy,” he muttered, turning to leave. "get a life."

he marched off grumpily, kirishima and kaminari now excitedly talking to him about assumedly the same topic. he slammed the door in their faces, but they were quick to scramble after him.

you let out a sigh of relief once they left, but before you could even speak, mina burst into laughter. "there it is! classic bakugo. totally in denial!"

"totally!" ochako giggled.

"mhm!" hagakure agreed.

"ugh," you groaned, face in your hands. "please just drop it already!"

the girls kept their grins, but the teasing finally slowed down. "alright, alright," mina said with a wink. "we’ll let you off the hook for now."

you exhaled in relief as the group slowly started to branch off into different topics, the heat finally off of you. you excused yourself for some water so you could get some air, and began heading back to the dorm rooms.

to your surprise, katsuki was already waiting for you outside the common area. when he saw you, he gave you a gruff nod of acknowledgement.

"kats! i thought you were going to bed!" you chirped, unaware of how your demeanor instantly brightened when it was just the two of you.

"i am," was all he offered before grabbing your hand and dragging you to presumably his dorm room to cuddle and hangout.

as you rambled and chatted with katsuki, hand-in-hand, on your way to hang out in his dorm alone, the words of your friends came back to you, causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

..yeah. you two were definitely not "just friends."

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Ours to Claim

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: who would’ve thought an old friend would have that affect on Paige and Azzi…

Sorry it took so long, @paigeluvvr

🏷️: @yailtsv , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld

I was just about to head into the little café in Storrs when I heard my name called from across the street.

“Y/N? No way!”

I turned to see a familiar face—Josh, an old friend from high school. We hadn’t spoken much since graduation, but he was one of those people who always felt easy to reconnect with.

“Josh?” I grinned, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Business trip,” he said, jogging across the street. “Figured I’d grab some coffee before heading to my next meeting. How have you been?”

We started catching up, talking about old times, laughing about how much had changed since high school. It was nice, lighthearted, and completely innocent.

But the warmth in my chest quickly turned to unease when I caught sight of Paige and Azzi standing at the entrance of the café, staring at us.

Both of their expressions were tight, unreadable to anyone who didn’t know them well. But I did. And I knew that kind of silence meant trouble.

I wrapped up my conversation with Josh, giving him a quick side hug before he left, and turned to my girlfriends.

“Hey,” I said, a little breathless, stepping up to them. “I was just catching up with an old friend. He was in town for—”

“We saw,” Paige cut me off, her voice sharp.

Azzi crossed her arms, gaze cool but jaw clenched. “Looked real cozy.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the edge in her voice. “Wait, are you guys serious right now?”

Neither of them responded, just turned and walked into the café. I followed, confused and already irritated.

Lunch was tense. Paige barely touched her food, and Azzi was quieter than usual, both of them simmering in unspoken jealousy.

By the time we got into the car to head back to our apartment, the silence had stretched too thin. I sighed, arms crossed over my chest as I sat in the passenger seat while Paige drove.

“So are we gonna talk about this?” I asked, breaking the silence.

Azzi scoffed from the backseat. “Talk about what? How our girlfriend was giggling with some guy we’ve never even heard of?”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh my God, you’re both being dramatic.”

Paige let out a bitter laugh, gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. “Dramatic?” she echoed. “We show up for lunch and see you hugging some random guy, looking all happy and touchy, and we’re supposed to just be cool with that?”

“He’s not a ‘random guy,’ he’s an old friend!” I snapped. “I haven’t seen him in years, and we were literally just talking. You two are acting like I was making out with him in the street!”

Azzi leaned forward, her voice lower, but firm. “You weren’t, but the way he was looking at you? He wanted to.”

I scoffed. “And how the hell do you know that?”

“Because we know what it looks like when someone wants you,” Paige said, eyes locked on the road.

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling under my skin. “Well, too bad for him, because I’m already taken,” I shot back.

Paige pulled into our parking spot, threw the car in park, and turned to me with piercing eyes. “Are you?” she challenged.

I inhaled sharply, heat flashing in my chest. “You know damn well I am.”

Azzi tilted her head. “Then why didn’t you introduce us?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it, because I didn’t have a real answer. The truth was, I had gotten caught up in the moment and hadn’t even thought about it.

Paige smirked slightly, but it wasn’t a kind one. “Exactly.”

The moment we stepped into our apartment, I turned to them, ready to argue some more, but Paige was on me in an instant.

She pressed me against the wall, her hands gripping my waist firmly, possessively. My breath hitched, and before I could react, Azzi was right there too, her body caging me in from the other side.

“Wait—”

“Not so fast,” Paige murmured, her lips brushing against my jaw. “You had your fun catching up with him. Now, we remind you who you belong to.”

My heart pounded as Azzi’s fingers traced up my arm, her touch featherlight but intentional.

“You’re ours,” Azzi whispered against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

Their jealousy had shifted into something else—something intense and undeniable.

Paige kissed along my neck, slow but with a purpose, her lips and teeth leaving marks. I gasped, gripping her hoodie, torn between protesting and melting under their attention.

“Look at you,” Azzi mused, tilting my chin so I had to meet her eyes. “Always saying we’re dramatic, but you love when we get like this, don’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as I pressed further into them.

Paige chuckled against my skin. “That’s what I thought.”

Their hands roamed, leaving no part of me untouched. A shiver coursed through me as Azzi’s fingers danced along the hem of my shirt, slowly inching it upwards. Paige’s hands were equally skilled, tracing the curve of my hips, sending sparks of anticipation through every nerve ending.

“We’re going to spoil you tonight,” Azzi whispered, her breath warm against my ear. “Completely and utterly spoil you.”

I didn’t doubt her for a second. There was a hunger in their eyes, a possessiveness that both thrilled and intimidated me. I knew I was walking a dangerous line, surrendering control to their desires, but the temptation was too strong to resist.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Azzi pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly to the side. The cool air of the room kissed my skin, heightening my awareness of their touch. Paige’s gaze intensified as she took in my exposed torso, her eyes lingering on every curve and contour.

“Beautiful,” she breathed, her voice husky with desire.

Before I could respond, Azzi’s lips were on mine, her kiss deep and demanding. I met her intensity with my own, losing myself in the intoxicating swirl of passion. Paige joined in, her hands tracing the sensitive skin of my back, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Their kisses were a symphony of desire, a tantalizing blend of tenderness and dominance. I moaned softly, my body aching for more. They seemed to take pleasure in my reaction, their touch becoming bolder, more insistent.

Azzi broke away from the kiss, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Ready for the next step?” she purred, reaching for the bedside drawer.

My heart pounded in my chest as she retrieved a sleek, purple strap-on. I had seen it before, of course, but the sight of it now, in Azzi’s hands, sent a jolt of electricity through me.

Paige gently guided me to the edge of the bed, positioning me so that my legs dangled over the side. I watched, mesmerized, as Azzi expertly strapped the harness around her waist, her movements fluid and confident.

“Relax,” Paige murmured, stroking my hair. “We’re going to take care of you.”

I tried to follow her instructions, but my nerves were on edge. I had never done anything like this before, and the anticipation was almost overwhelming.

Azzi straddled my lap, her eyes locking with mine. “Are you ready?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry.

With a slow, teasing motion, Azzi pressed the head of the strap-on against my entrance. I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation.

“Easy,” Paige whispered, her hands gently kneading the muscles in my shoulders. “Just breathe.”

Azzi began to move, slowly at first, testing my limits. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations that were building within me. It was intense, unfamiliar, but undeniably pleasurable.

As Azzi’s pace quickened, I lost myself in the rhythm of her movements. My body arched against hers, craving more. Paige’s hands roamed my body, teasing and tantalizing, driving me closer to the edge.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Azzi stopped, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Your turn to worship, baby” she commanded, her voice husky with passion.

I didn’t hesitate. I reached for Azzi, pulling her closer, my lips meeting hers in a searing kiss. Paige moved to stand in front of me, her eyes filled with desire.

I lowered my head, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Paige moaned softly, her hands gripping my hair. I continued my exploration, teasing and tantalizing, until she was writhing in my grasp.

With a final, desperate plea, Paige guided me to her most sensitive spot. I licked and sucked, my tongue working its magic, until she was screaming my name.

As Paige’s climax subsided, Azzi took her place. I knelt before her, my eyes locking with hers. She was a vision of raw desire, her body trembling with anticipation.

I lowered my head, my lips brushing against her most sensitive point. Azzi gasped, her hands gripping my head, urging me closer.

I knew what she wanted, and I was more than happy to oblige. I licked and sucked, my tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh, until she was moaning and begging for more.

As Azzi’s climax approached, Paige took over, her fingers expertly teasing and tantalizing, driving her over the edge. Azzi screamed, her body convulsing in pleasure.

When Azzi had recovered, it was her turn to take control. She positioned me on my hands and knees, my back arched, my body exposed. Paige stood beside her, coaching her through every move.

“Easy, baby,” Paige murmured, her voice soft and encouraging. “Just take it slow.”

Azzi hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with uncertainty. But with Paige’s guidance, she found her confidence.

She positioned the strap-on at my entrance, her hands trembling slightly.

With a deep breath, she pushed forward, slowly and deliberately. I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation.

“Relax,” Paige whispered, her hands gently stroking my back. “You’re doing great.”

As Azzi’s pace quickened, I lost myself in the rhythm of her movements. My body arched against hers, craving more. Paige’s hands roamed my body, teasing and tantalizing, driving me closer to the edge.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Azzi stopped, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry.“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, her eyes searching mine.

“You’re not hurting me,” I assured her. “I want this.”

Azzi’s eyes lit up with renewed determination. She took a deep breath and began to move again, her pace quickening, her movements becoming more confident.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations that were building within me. It was intense, exhilarating, and undeniably pleasurable.

As Azzi’s climax approached, I felt myself spiraling out of control. My body convulsed, my muscles tensing and releasing in a wave of pure ecstasy.

I screamed, my voice echoing through the room. Azzi continued to move, her own climax building, until she finally collapsed on top of me, her body trembling with exhaustion.

We lay there for a long time, our bodies intertwined, our breath coming in ragged gasps. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a testament to the intensity of our passion.

Finally, Paige stirred, her eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. “That was… incredible,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Azzi nodded in agreement, her head resting on my chest. “Definitely one for the books,” she added, her voice equally soft

The room was quiet now, save for the slow, steady rhythm of our breathing. My body was still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened—Paige and Azzi’s hands, their mouths, their whispered claims against my skin.

Now, I lay sandwiched between them in our bed, their warmth pressing against me from both sides. My skin still tingled where they had marked me, but the raw tension from earlier had softened into something gentler, something tender.

Paige was tracing slow circles along my side, while Azzi’s fingers were lightly combing through my hair, her touch soothing. I exhaled, my body sinking deeper into the mattress.

For a while, none of us spoke. The jealousy-fueled storm had passed, leaving only the quiet hum of comfort in its wake.

Then, Paige let out a sigh against my shoulder, her lips brushing my skin. “We were assholes,” she murmured.

Azzi hummed in agreement, her fingers still carding through my hair. “Yeah… we were way out of line.”

I blinked, tilting my head slightly to look at them. “So you admit you were being dramatic?” I teased, though my voice was softer now, no real bite behind it.

Paige groaned, burying her face against my neck. “Don’t rub it in, ma.”

Azzi chuckled, but then her voice turned more serious. “For real, though… we shouldn’t have made you feel like that. We trust you—we know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt us.”

Paige lifted her head, her blue eyes meeting mine. “But that doesn’t excuse how we acted. We let our jealousy get the best of us, and instead of talking about it like normal people, we just…” She trailed off, exhaling. “Yeah, we fucked up.”

I watched them for a moment, taking in the sincerity in their faces. My chest ached—not with anger anymore, but with affection.

“You really did,” I admitted, but my tone was gentle. “You made me feel like I did something wrong when I was just catching up with an old friend.”

Azzi winced. “We know. And we’re sorry, baby.”

Paige nodded, brushing a hand along my jaw. “We love you. So much. And sometimes, that love makes us a little…” She searched for the right word.

Azzi smirked. “Possessive?”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “A little?”

Paige huffed, nudging my nose with hers. “Fine. A lot.”

I sighed, letting some of the last remnants of tension leave my body. “I love you guys too. But next time, just talk to me, okay? Instead of jumping straight into jealousy mode.”

Azzi nodded, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Promise.”

Paige followed suit, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “Promise.”

For a moment, we just lay there, wrapped up in each other.

Then Paige shifted, pulling the covers up around us. “You good? Need anything?”

Azzi’s fingers traced down my arm. “Water? Snacks? A bath?”

I smiled, feeling the warmth of their care settle deep in my chest. “Honestly? Just wanna stay like this for a while.”

Paige smirked. “Good, ‘cause I wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.”

Azzi grinned. “Yeah, we gotta make sure you remember exactly who you belong to, right?”

I rolled my eyes but snuggled deeper between them. “Yeah, yeah… I got the message loud and clear.”

Paige pressed another kiss to my shoulder, and Azzi tucked me closer into her warmth.

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[alchemistc]

Just gonna say from the top I have not been paying much attention to 9-1-1 spoilers or spec so I'm coming at this from a place of Lou posted a rooftop pic around the same time there was bts of 9-1-1 filming on a rooftop. I know nothing else. I also haven't watched past 8x6 so 🤷‍♀️

something in the orange

Buck has never really been one for a lot of quiet introspection. He's done the therapy, worked at it, worked on himself - but at the end of the day his downtime typically means he's got a book in hand, a Substack to dive into, his phone open to distract his brain long enough for his body to relax. He doesn't do quiet time. He needs to have something to do with his hands, needs his eyes focused on something other than a horizon line.

He's at the tail-end of a q-word shift and Ravi's already inventoried half the station, there hasn't been anything to clean for at least an hour, and it's not like he can go bug Eddie to keep himself occupied.

(And that's a train of thought better left for the scones he's gonna bake tonight, even if Eddie's kitchen is laid out terribly for baking.)

The sunset is gorgeous.

It's not - quiet, exactly. You don't really get quiet, in LA, at any time of the day or night, but it's calm. Peaceful. Traffic runs smoothly, for a given value of smooth, down below. There's a soft breeze. The sun has warmed the rooftops of the city all day, and that extra hour baked them well, so even as it sets the gravel beneath his feet radiates just the right amount of heat.

Buck tilts his head back to watch a fluffy cloud drift across the sky, and takes stock.

He's a fucking mess, but that seems to be beside the point, right now.

Chris is pissed at Eddie but reluctantly speaking to him, and it seems like maybe there's something going on with Eddie's mom but it's not like Eddie comes to him until -

Nope.

Maddie's recovering, and the baby is fine. She'll scar, though, and Buck doesn't quite know how to reconcile that. She's been bruised, bloody, terrified, mad as hell, out of her mind and settling back into it but there's never been lasting physical evidence before and he's -

Making it all about himself, again.

Bobby and Athena are circling in on a place to live, finally, and he's happy for them, ecstatic, can't wait to watch Bobby man a grill again and have everyone - well, mostly everyone -

New line of thought, actually.

Chim seems to be holding it together extraordinarily well, considering, but Buck's not entirely sure he'd know otherwise: he's got Hen for that.

Must be nice, he thinks, and then immediately slams a foot down in an attempt to not be such a selfish, miserable bastard.

Two nights ago he'd watched Taylor Kelly do a special news report covering the wildfire recovery efforts, and she'd looked good - beautiful, healthy, with that fire behind her eyes when a story has some juice to it. And he'd watched, start to finish, and he'd selfishly wondered if she ever actually thought about him, other than an aside about the guy who'd kissed another woman and then railroaded her into living with him.

And he never knows what the hell is going on with Ravi but apparently he bought another block of condos.

So it's like -

It's just -

He's so fucking lonely.

It's not a new feeling, exactly. He's been on his own for a lot of his life. Always latching on to whoever holds eye contact long enough for him to start an info-dump. But all of his people are reaching all of these milestones, or dealing with their own shit, and even though he's made an attempt, the casual hookups just aren't doing much in the department of letting Buck unload all of his issues like he wants.

Which is why everyone ends up leaving, apparently. He takes too much, demands too much, makes things about himself, and it's not the first time he's had to square up with that but it still fucking hurts. He still doesn't know how to fix it.

Gold melts across the skyline as the sun dips low low low, and the door to the roof opens up, and Buck tips his head back again. Closes his eyes and tries to place the footfalls making their way across to him. Feels his chest tighten around the face that materializes behind his eyes and swallows it back, because that isn't happening.

He keeps his eyes closed and enjoys the last streak of heat as the sun dips below the horizon.

Gravel crunches just behind him.

"Hey," says a voice, soft and warm and always just a little surprisingly pitchy for the barrel of a chest it's coming out of.

When he blinks his eyes back open he's greeted with the underside of Tommy Kinard's chin. In the fading light the dip of his cleft is more pronounced, and his hair has streaks of pink in the barrel of the curl, light bouncing off the clouds and making a home on Tommy's crown, and Buck has to bite back the urge to shove out of his chair and tuck his whole body into the circle of his arms. They're not - this isn't -

Tommy's hand drops, warm and huge and comforting in a way Buck always leaned into like a cat, to the dip of Buck's shoulder.

He can't really find any words. He's had - so fucking many words, things he wants to say, things he wants someone to hear, but now they're all stuck in his throat or lost to the breeze kicking up around him.

God, Buck has missed him.

Tommy's eyes dart back and forth across his face, jaw tight as he takes in the sight, his posture all sorts of uncomfortable, and Buck just wants -

Just five minutes. Just. Enough time to watch the pinks fade to purple and blue. He tips his head back just enough that his skull meets the give of Tommy's stomach, and Tommy's hand squeezes.

They watch the sky streak with color and fade, and Buck thinks: if this is it, at least it's a softer landing than he'd had before.

[rhyrhy]

I’m a slut Soo can we get vi , Ellie, and abs on some homie hopper bs? doesn’t have 2b nsfw

Homie hopper

[Contains:] loser! Guitarist Ellie. dummer Abby, bassist vi, Groupie shit. Short blurb. Unserious.

The speakers blasted, the bass thumping against the walls like a rabbit’s foot tapping anxiously. Lyrics were being yelled back at them, a sea of faceless bodies moving carelessly, lost in the music. Two weeks into tour, unfamiliar cities and strange smells were nothing new to the three on the shining stage above. They were beautiful in their own ways—like a sunset, a rose, the ocean’s waves. Not comparable.

So a few weeks ago, you thought, Why have one when I can have all three?

Exploring their different talents had been… fun. Then, Vi was the first to notice.

She had shown up that night thinking you were there for her, but that assumption wavered when she caught Ellie shooting you a small wave from stage left—and worse, you waving back. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she forced herself to shake it off. Maybe Ellie just misread it. She let it go. Focused on the music.

Until it came right back hours later, when the venue had emptied, their voices hoarse, shoulders sore, adrenaline fading into exhaustion.

Ellie, scrolling through her phone as she leaned against one of the amps, suddenly let out a low whistle. “Goddamn,” she muttered. “I fumbled.”

Vi, midway through peeling the label off her beer, looked up. “Huh?”

Ellie turned her phone around, showing the screen. It was a picture of you. a clear thirst trap, captioned: “Had to make a pit stop in Cali—miss me?”

Vi nearly dropped the glass in her hand. The odd moment from hours ago resurfacing. She jerked forward, snatching the phone out of Ellie’s hand. “You fumbled her?” Her eyes glued to the image.

Ellie glared at her. “Okay, rude.”

But Vi wasn’t listening. She was too busy swiping through your profile, her expression shifting to pure disbelief. How could she have missed it? At the bottom of your page—

‘Followed by sixstringbandit, bassknuckles, drum_warrior, and others.’

“I—hold on. Hold on.” Vi suddenly looked up, eyes sharp. “You’re saying you hooked up with her?”

Abby, who had been tossing a drumstick between her hands, stopped mid-motion. She leaned over to see what had their attention. Her brows furrowed.

“…Wait. Her?”

Ellie tilted her head. “What, you know her too?”

The realization poured over the three like ice. Abby spoke up first, mostly to herself. “Oh, gross. I’m getting tested.” Her nose wrinkled like she was physically pained by the mental image of you with her bandmates.

“Tested? Excuse me? I’m clean—” Vi swung her head to her left, a little offended.

“So am I—” Ellie sighed.

However, Her comment stuck out like a sore thumb, causing Vi to shoot Abby a look. Ellie lifted her head at that. The silence between the two was too telling.

“What! You guys don’t think I—” Ellie stammered, the words suddenly feeling too thick. Fingers tugging on the guitar pick necklace around her neck.

“Well, did you..?” Abby asked, crossing her arms.

“No—like almost…” Ellie ran a hand down her face, her cheeks flushing pink.

“See.”

“Pause. How do you ‘almost’ fuck someone?” Vi asked, raising a brow.

“Oh my gosh, screw both of you.” Ellie rolled her eyes and stood up, flashing them both the middle finger for emphasis before stomping onto the tour bus.

The murmur of traffic echoed in the distance. Abby ran a hand through her golden hair, rolling her shoulders. Her colliding thoughts were interrupted by a playful whisper.

“Ten bucks she texts me back faster,” Vi dragged out, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face. “You know she always liked my hands.”

The eye contact held for half a second before Abby was moving.

With a small shove to Vi’s tattooed shoulder—just enough to throw her off, Abby took the head start onto the bus.

“Cheap shot!” Vi laughed, right on her heels.

The doors creaked as they closed behind them.

[4drianaaaa]

can you make a fic of hamzah streaming and he forgets or miss clicks and doesn’t end the live and him and reader start like making out and martin sees the stream has to bang on the door to stop them and the next morning they wake up to edits of reader crawling towards hamzah and shit idk lol

'END STREAM' | Hamzahthefantastic

⚠: slightly suggestive, sfw, fem reader, getting caught wrd count: 974

You and Hamzah had just came back from a busy day. You both decided to share a joint just to relive from whatever may have caused you both insane when suddenly Martin had rang Hamzah up for a last minute fortnite twitch stream. It was now around 11 pm, you were folding up laundry as you waited for the two to finish streaming. You are usually clingy whenever your high so you hoped it wouldn't kick in any sooner.

"Martin!" Hamzah yelled through out the whole apartment as your eyes widened in response. "There's a SQUAD OH GOSH" Martin's voice echoed from one of the rooms of Yours's and Hamzah's house

Mandy had abandoned Martin once again as she was In Spain. Which is why Martin had came over also just cause he wanted to not drive himself alone in his house with just his pets.

"Martin HELP ME!" His audio through the stream cracked as his character In 'Fortnite' collapsed on the floor. "Dude I'm miles away!" Martin responded as Hamzah leaned back on his chair accepting his defeat. "Okay whatever, I think we should wrap it up here." Hamzah sighed looking at the time which he noticed they both had been streaming since 2 hours ago.

11:45 p.m.

"yeah dude your right, anyways chat do you think we should start streaming again?" Martin questioned as the chat was filled with 'YESS' and 'PLEASE'. Hamzah's tired eyes were hidden behind the glare of his glasses and not to mention he may or may not have smoked a joint with you before him getting on stream making him even more tired than ever.

"Okay well Thanks so much guys for watching our very secret stream!" Martin waved through the camera, "Bye!" Martin smiled as Hamzah said so too. Martin had left the call. Hamzah's mind to focused on the time he took off his glasses placing them on the cluttered table. He cracked his knuckles as he noticed the door open to the purring 'Red' "where's your mother Red?" He said picking up the cat as he jumped off his lap, "Whatever asshole" he sighed as you walked through the door of his guest bedroom.

"Hi my love!" he perked up, "I was just about to get you" he said all soapy as you leaned down to kiss his soft lips. "Hi babe, how was your stream since like forever?" you questioned as you picked up around his cluttered desk. Your whole body covering his sight reaching for crushed up water bottles

"Tiring" he said putting his glasses back on. "Hey, what are you doing? I'll clean that up later babe." He said as he grabbed your waist pushing you down on his lap as your legs were thrown over his lap as they hung from the chair as one of his hands wrapped around your waist as the other was gripping on to your thigh. "Your so pretty you know that right?" he hummed as his voice was husky, not to mention his eyes, and his veiny covered hands leaning closer to your heat. "You think?" you responded in a more tired voice as you were seduced in his tiredness.

"I know so y/n" he said before you crashed your lips into his as his head tilted a little as his tongue seeped into your mouth tasting every bit of you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his lips were soon to travel down your chin every so slowly to your neck, looking for any of your sweet spots. The tension grew as you began to feel hotter than before. You couldn't help but have a little noise come from the back of your throat. His hands began to travel to your shirt, his hand looking to cup your boobs. "so, gorgeous. Y/n." He said in between breaths kissing your lips again. He felt his pants grow the more you moved ever so slightly on top of him.

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Martin looked back up at the borrowed PC you had let him borrow for the stream as he closed the Discord tab. He couldn't help but notice the fact Hamzah had still been streaming.

His eyes widened because of what he saw.

"Fuck! Hamzah!" He yelled as he noticed there almost being more than 12,000 people still watching the stream.

No Response.

"Dude!" Martin yelled out once again as he shot up from his chair running across the small house shoo 'ing away the cats from following him. He swung the door open from your office as he ran to the room. He panicked opening the door.

"fuck my love, I'm so fucking har-"

"HAMZAH!" Martin yelled as he busted right into the room as you grabbed Hamzah's wrist from being on your stomach pushing them off you. "YOUR STILL STREAMING!" Martin yelled pointing to the computer as You and Hamzah turned to look at the computer noticing the red blinking dot on one of the tabs of his computer.

"Shit!" He cussed as you got up from his lap. You had still not been shown to their fans, your heart dropped to your feet as you realized this was gonna be your first impression of yourself to them. Better yet, there was no possible way of erasing this at all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, well sorry guys...Thanks' for watching." His mouse was clicked on the 'END STREAM' button as Martin's hand flew over his mouth. "Dude..." Hamzah rubbed his face in embarrassment. "Fuck guys I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to cause that..." you apologized, "No it's not your fault girl, it's Hamzah's!" Martin said speechless, "I just hope they couldn't hear that last sentence.." Hamzah said lowly. As you all three ended up laughing about it.

Now, You were featured in a video of them having a sleepover the next day introducing yourself properly.

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THANK YOU FOR REQUESESTINGGG <3 super short, hope you enjoy tho 😔

[delicatesturn]

tw/cw: p in v, unprotected sex (unrecommended), sex on the sink.

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matt has the perfect height for a countertop sex. or sex on the sink. absolutely the best. and every time you see his mirror selfies, thoughts of him, fucking you on some surfaces, literally fill your mind and its everything you can think about for the rest of the day.

the problem is? you dont know how to approach him and ask about this. not like your sexual life is awful and boring, no, but matt prefers things being traditional, like always in bed and something. yeah, he's a freak, but only in bed. in literal bed. and it's eating you alive, this urge to ask him to fuck you on the damn countertop in your kitchen, or on the sink in the bathroom, just anything. you're desperate at this point.

and you reached the point. when you're sitting on the edge of your shared bed, your phone buzzing, and you see a notification of matt updating his instagram story. thats all you need to see to make your head spin. him, pressing his hips against the damn sink, one arm raised so you can see his underwear, hair is a little messy. this man is a slut and he knows what he's doing.

you exhale sharply, staring at the picture completely lost in thoughts. you glance at the door and your legs already carrying you towards the bathroom where he's currently in. matt isn't the person to lock the door when he's showering, he knows you would never barge into the room. at least, he thought that. but here you are, walking into the bathroom while matt is in the cabin, completely unaware of your presence.

your top and a pair of pajama shorts are already on the floor as you sit on the sink, legs crossed and you stare at the shower cabin with the most mischievous grin on her face, waiting for matt to walk out of it and see you. and, pretty soon, he does. at first, brunette hasnt even notice you yet, but as soon as his gaze raises and locks on you, his jaw drops and eyes widen in surprise. the guy doesn't even care that he's in front of you, completely naked and drops of water flow down his body, his gaze on you and suddenly mouth becomes watery, a hint of excitement runs through his body, causing him to shift from a feeling of his growing erection.

you flash him your teasing smirk and invites him to take some steps closer with a quick motion of your hand. and matt obeys, walking closer to you and positioning himself between your legs, so you instinctively wrap them around his waist, pressing matt against the cold surface. he hisses slightly from the temperature difference, his hands against your sides as he looks at you, still a little surprised, but keeping his facade.

"saw your insta story," you murmur quietly, leaning closer so he can feel your breathing against the skin of his neck, causing brunette to shiver slightly, "couldn't hold m'self from sneaking into the bathroom, y'know?"

you start to pepper little kisses on his neck when his hands made their way to your hips, gripping enough to hold you still on the sink. one of his hands tugs on the fabric of your underwear in an attempt to slide it down your thighs and he whines in frustration and growing impatience when you refused to lift up a little and help him. the guy holds you up, making you let a little surprised gasp, and tugs your panties down your legs, teasing you.

your lips still on his neck, your soft skin makes contact with the cold sink, causing you to let out a shaky sigh, hands gripping matt's shoulder when you raise your head to him, eyes have this glimpse in them, telling matt everything he needs to know.

as soon as your panties lays down on the marble floor next to your top and pajama shorts, matt's hand already hovers over your core, deliberately brushing the tip of his index finger against your clit, which makes you gasp for air.

you hiss against his neck and bite down on the skin in revenge, her eyebrows furrowed together. you action only makes his scoff and matt, without wasting any second, pushes two his fingers inside you with no effort. he smirks down at you, noticing a slight hint of pain on your expression, mixed with already growing pleasure within you.

"jus' two more minutes, 'kay?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and thick with desire as he plunges his fingers deep inside you, curling them and hitting the right spot. your teeth sinks on his flesh, bites down on it and sucking a red mark on his neck. with a loud pop, matt pulls out his fingers with a loud pop, now pressing his long shaft against your core instead, thrusting it, but not entering your entrance yet. he wants to tease you, to watch your eyes roll and lips part in a soft, almost unnoticeable moan.

and when he's fully satisfied, matt sinks in slowly, causing a sharp sigh escape your lips. "s'tight even after my fingers," he hisses, a smirk present of his face. he doesn't move for a good minute or two, letting you adjust to his size. you nod faintly, so matt, without any warnings, start to rock into you with no mercy, sloppy sounds fill the room.

he looks down, watching his dick disappear in your entrance with each his movement, brunette whispers praises to you while you're getting dumb on him, turning into a literal babbling mess.

matt grabs your cheeks, turning your head to the mirror, he taps your cheek in an attempt to get your attention. "see? s'pretty and just f'me," he whispers, voice rough. but you cant even focus on anything, the feeling of matt fucking you right where you need him fills your head, clouding anything else there. he's so good to you, even too good.

your legs around his waist tighten, pressing matt against your body and you close your eyes, little moans fall past your lips and you cant control your body anymore, not when matt is deep inside you. "close, baby, s'close," matt leans closer and bites on your earlobe, his voice thick with desire and he pants heavily, letting you know that he's on the edge.

your thighs tremble uncontrollably and a wave of orgasm crashes over you, you clench around him as you're milking him, his name leaves your lips with a loud moan and you look at him through half-lidded eyelids, pressing matt against your body even more if its even possible as he hits your spot and chases his own pleasure.

as soon, as his own orgasms crashes down on him, matt pulls out in time, covering your stomach in white liquid. he pants heavily and raises his head to look at you, your fucked out expression and chuckles faintly.

"seems like i have to shower again, huh?"

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a/n: not proofread. english isnt my first language.

© delicatesturn

[yungistiny]

GAMEBOY ═ chapter two

[ J. Yunho ]

chapter two: flirting?

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summary: yunho has no idea that his neighbor across the hall, the same one he’s had a crush on, was his arch nemesis behind a headset

warning: dom yunho, bratty/sub reader, slight orgothumophilia, masturbation, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, degradation, overstimulation, oral, sexting, more will be added

pairing: gamer yunho x gamer afab reader

genre: smut, romance, angst, drama

word count: 1.7k

chapter one

chapter three coming soon

masterlist

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Yunho was waiting on live, waiting for San, their other streamer friend Jongho and Juniper. He reached for his redbull, the taurine taste tangy on his tongue.

Finally, after waiting fifteen minutes mind you, the others joined him. Yunho had to lock in now, watch his tongue. He couldn’t say too much, couldn’t say what he really wanted to say without getting banned.

“Come on guys,” Juniper’s voice was dripping with teasing brattiness. “You know Yunho gets impatient, he must be a three minute man.” San and Jongho were both trying not to laugh, their snorts and snickering echoing in Yunho’s headset.

Yunho poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his words left him before he could stop himself. “Keep getting on my nerves and I’ll show you how long I can last.” He froze for a second after he said it. The chat on the side blowing up, the other three now dead silent through the headset.

From her end, y/n too was frozen. Because how does she respond to that? Her heart racing, thighs clenching together under her desk at the way Yunho’s voice dropped just a tad deeper when he said it.

Yunho had to bite his lip to keep from smirking. He finally found a way to shut her up. The first hour they played, Juniper was quiet, throwing in a few remarks here and there at San and Jongho getting killed. By the second hour, after a much needed bathroom break, Yunho found he was actually missing the bickering.

He waited until Juniper got killed, taking a sip of his third redbull before grinning. “What’s wrong, brat, you seem off your game tonight?” His voice was deeper, teasing, mocking. The exact same way she would do him. Jongho snickered which seemed to annoy her.

Y/N ignored the way he said brat, the way she liked hearing him call her that. She wasn’t used to him teasing her back, it’s why she hadn’t started on him yet. By the halfway point into their second hour of streaming, San and Jongho had had enough. It was funny a little when it was just Yunho getting teased, but now, he was feeding into it. Teasing her back, at this point borderline flirting.

They were even playing good together. Like really good. The chat was even making jokes that the two of them were dating from the way they were acting. “Should start calling you plug with the way you’re constantly up my ass.”

Yunho smirked as he successfully took out two opposing players back to back. He was actually enjoying the little back and forth this time. Maybe he should have joined her a long time ago? “If I was up your ass you’d know it.”

“Maybe we should all log off and leave the two of you to test that theory.” Jongho teased, snorting in amusement and cursing under his breath when he got killed.

“How could he?” Yunho was just about to gain his highest score, highest rank, as Juniper’s voice dropped, something familiar in it. “He’s so big he wouldn’t fit.”

Yunho got killed. His entire winning streak gone just like that. He couldn’t even concentrate anymore, her words were on repeat in his head. Her voice. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Ok..” He cleared his throat. “I think I’m getting tired.” It wasn’t a total lie, he was still pretty tired from all the streaming he’s done the last few days, but he was actually just trying to go fix the problem that was now in his sweatpants.

Yunho closed his eyes, sighing when the stream ended. He sat there for a minute in his gaming chair, hoping his problem would just go away. A notification came from his phone, a new dm from twitter. He was curious suddenly, he didn’t allow anyone to just be able to message him, he had to following them back.

He hesitated opening it, the username, the @, staring back at him being the reason his dick was now a prominent bulge in his sweats. Juniper. He had forgotten they followed each other, Yunho only going on twitter to post when he’s streaming or to drop some random thought here and there, he wasn’t very active.

Juniper [ you better not leave me on read ]

Yunho was stuck. He’s never talked to her outside of streaming before. Not to mention how hard he was at the moment because of her.

Yunho [ what do you want? ]

Juniper [ rude ]

Yunho was mid typing, tongue darted out to wet his lips when another reply from her popped up and if his dick wasn’t already hard it certainly would have been now.

Juniper [ I want you to put me on my knees. I want you to fuck my face. I want you to ruin my fucking throat ]

Fuck. Yunho deleted what he was going to send, thumbs typing quickly, dick twitching in his sweats.

Yunho [ what was that you said earlier? I’m too big? You wouldn’t even be able to fit me in that smartass mouth of yours ]

Y/N stared at his reply, laying in her bed now that the stream was over. She was starting to get little snippets of Yunho she never thought she would. Well, Juniper was. Their bickering earlier slowly turned into them flirting, at least, she had been anyway.

But what does she do? If Yunho now liked Juniper, where does that leave y/n? She was Juniper but he didn’t know that. He had no idea the girl he was practically sexting was his friend. His neighbor right across the hall.

Juniper [ you’ve thought about it haven’t you ]

Thought about it? Yunho might of gotten himself off once thinking about it. The thought of shutting her up by making her gag on him, make her take his entire length and size in her mouth. Make her choke on it until she’s begging him to pull out. He’s never even seen her face before but fuck he knew she’d look so good with his dick down her throat.

Before Yunho could type out a response, Wooyoung’s voice echoed into his room, his bedroom door left open. “I brought takeout.” And though Yunho ate earlier, after hours streaming and all the caffeine in his system, he was starving again.

“I got sushi.” Wooyoung gestured towards the tray on the kitchen counter when Yunho trudged in and out of his room. “Don’t.” Yunho warned his roommate who noticed the bulge still in his sweats. He knew Wooyoung already had a sarcastic ass remark to his predicament waiting on his sharp tongue.

Wooyoung snickered, holding his hands up as if to say he came in peace.

He’d tease him about it later.

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Yunho finally got some sleep Wednesday, thirteen hours. It was past 3:00 pm when he woke up. His hair a mess, lips puffy. He dragged his feet to the bathroom, relieving himself, washing his hands. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair.

He was rubbing at his eyes, yawning, unlocking his phone and opening twitter to his dms. The last message Juniper sent sat there staring back at him.

Juniper [ I bet you like it when I tease you. you probably get off on that shit ]

They had been messaging each other since she sent that first one. Each message becoming more dirtier, crossing a line they can’t come back from. They hadn’t streamed together again yet, and Yunho had no idea how he could just go back to bickering with her back and forth after what they’ve said to each other the last two days.

Yunho [ get off on the thought of shutting you up by making you choke, take my dick in that bratty ass mouth of yours ]

Juniper [ I bet you’d be so heavy on my tongue you’d have to grip my hair to hold me up so I could take it ]

Fuck. How much longer could he go like this? Sexting a girl he’s never seen face to face before. A girl that not a couple of days ago was the biggest pain in his ass and now all he wanted to do was ruin her.

He didn’t get a chance to type back a reply as his phone began ringing, the marvel theme song making him jump slightly in surprise after been so caught up in Juniper. Y/N name stared back at him along with her contact picture, one Yunho took of her at the New Year’s party Wooyoung had thrown. One where she was smiling and giggling into a glass of wine.

Shit! How had he almost forgotten it was Wednesday? Their Wednesday. “Y/N, hey…” why did he sound breathless? Did Juniper’s messages really affect him that bad?

“I’m getting the soju but I can’t decide what to get us to eat for our binge watch.” Why did y/n sound…. different? Her voice was…. huskier, almost sounding breathless like Yunho’s own and a little…. familiar? There was something about her voice in that moment that Yunho couldn’t quite figure out that reminded him of something….. “I could get pizza? You choose.”

“Ummm…” Yunho shook his head, he was just spacing out, still half asleep, at least that’s what he told himself anyways. “Let’s do pizza.”

“Pizza it is!” Y/N voice no longer sounded different, Yunho officially putting off onto him still not being fully awake yet seeing as how he had only gotten out of bed like maybe twenty minutes ago. “I’ll see you later.”

Later. Good. It’ll give Yunho time to take a cold shower and deal with the raging hard on he once again had because of Juniper.

Y/N was also having a predicament. Wet patch staining her panties as she parked her car outside of a local pizza place. How the hell was she supposed to act normal around Yunho after all the things they’ve said to each other?

All the things he told Juniper? All the dirty little details he wanted to do to her.

It was gonna be a long night.

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HOSTAGE──★

when you’re suddenly taken from them, they do everything to take you back to their side.

cw: gen. neutral reader, kidnapping, violence, slight yandere but i’ll tag it anyways, written on my phone, kremnoan and ohkeman beef, PHAINON LEAK/THEORY SPOILERS!!!!!

hi guys i’m back, in honor of mydei’s banner, im on a posting spree rn

mydei

being the newest chrysos heir was already no easy job. but being from the rival kingdom of kastrum kremnos made it even harder.

mydei had been walking a narrow path from the moment he claimed his place—too much loyalty to one side, and the other would brand him a traitor. too little loyalty to either, and he risked being swallowed whole by both.

you, of course, stayed by his side; there ever since the journey to slaughter eurypon—a grim memory neither of you spoke of often. you remembered the blood, the screams, the bodies that littered the path behind you. the way mydei had barely slept those nights, keeping one hand curled in a fist and the other on your arm—like letting go of you would mean death.

when the others had died — one by one, torn apart by the horrors that clung to eurypon’s shadow — you had been the only one who survived with him.

it felt like a thread of fate held you two together.

mydei had grown possessive since then—never far from your side, always finding some reason to justify it. you could see the tension coil in his shoulders whenever you spoke to others. the way his eyes lingered too long when someone stood too close.

so when a lowly gang in okhema seen you as his weakness, he was in shambles.

they didn’t know who they were dealing with—not at the time. they thought they’d found an easy target; new to okhema and gullible. mydei’s trusted companion, the one who’d stayed with him through blood and war. the one who knew too much, saw too much.

and most importantly, the one he couldn’t replace.

the gang moved fast. faster than you expected. one minute you were weaving through the crowded streets of okhema, and the next a rough hand yanked you into a shadowed alley.

you fought—hard—elbow driving into someone’s ribs, a sharp kick catching another in the shin. but there were too many. ropes bit into your wrists, a grimy cloth stuffed into your mouth before you could shout.

“kremnoan’s should never get too comfortable somewhere they don’t belong.”

one of them sneered, dragging you deeper into the slums. “think he’ll hand over half his kingdom just to get ‘em back?”

he. they meant mydei.

you struggled harder. you knew what he was capable of.

you managed to spit out the cloth in your mouth, “let me go! you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into!” you tried to plead with them.

this was so frustrating!

being in okhema was supposed to be a fresh start, especially for mydei. the people were nice, and both aglaea and tribbie seemed wonderful.

aglaea even gifted you a new wardrobe with your exact measurements—you weren’t going to question how, but you had your suspicions mydei had something to do with it.

mydei’s rage was a slow burn and once it was ignited, nothing could stop it.

now, mydei was bound to harbor anger in the people of okhema if you didn’t find a way to get out fast enough, before he got here.

you thought back to your old companions, ones who fought so dominantly on the battlefield.

you had to wait for the right moment, for these men to be distracted.

when the chance came, you were quick to rub the rope around your wrists against the hard pavement under you until eventually, it snapped.

wasting no time, you jolted up and ran.

the dim light of the alley barely illuminates your path as you stagger onto the cold cobblestones. every sound is amplified in the silence: your own rapid breathing, the distant hum of the city, and the echo of your footsteps bouncing off crumbling walls.

you can still hear the angry shouts from the gang behind you, their curses fading into the night. but there’s something else. a heavy, anticipatory silence that suggests a reckoning is coming. you know mydei’s fury is inevitable.

your heart pounds in your ears as you press yourself against a rough wall, scanning the darkened corners for an escape route. you realize that you have only minutes—maybe even seconds—to vanish into the maze of alleys, to slip away before his vengeance becomes all too real.

with one last look over your shoulder, you take a deep breath and push forward into the uncertain night, every step a desperate bid to outrun the impending tempest of mydei’s retribution.

with a quick turn around the corner, you were taken off guard by the chest you ran into.

the impact knocks the breath from you. you stumble, barely catching yourself as a pair of intense eyes lock onto yours. mydei stands before you, his presence impossible to ignore—fury and concern mingling in his gaze.

for a moment, the world slows: the pounding of your heart, the ragged rhythm of his breath, and the distant echoes of chaos outside. his hand, strong and sure, grips your shoulder, steadying you. there’s no time for explanations, no room for hesitation.

“i’m here,” he growls, voice low and dangerous, as if every syllable is meant to ward off an unseen threat.

you stood there, struggling to catch your breath and mydei simply observed.

there was no anger; there was just nothing.

which was even worse.

"mydei..!" he continued to just stare at you, looking you over. the only sign of a reaction was the slight twitch of his brow and pointer finger.

he walked away, going towards the way you came.

mydei was going to make sure his position as a chrysos heir was not one to be messed with.

phainon

phainon stared in absolute horror as the flame reaver emerged from the darkness.

he was prepared for another battle with strong being, but he wasn't prepared for it to lunge at you.

it all happened quickly; all it took was one slip-up, one miscalculation, and you were no longer there with him.

when you finally regained consciousness, it felt as if you were floating within time itself; just an endless abyss.

but he was there, you could feel it.

your eyes adjusted to the dark space, the only light coming from what appeared to be stars.

he spoke before you, "i... am not weak this time."

his words carried weight, reverberating through the void like a vow only the cosmos could witness. a hand—his hand—reached toward you, hesitant yet determined.

"every other time, i've failed." you squinted as its hand brought itself up to its masked face, promptly removing the mask.

the familiar blue eyes were staring at you. though, they looked way more clouded and dead. "now, you're here with me, and i don't... i can't let you leave, [name]."

"p-phainon? what..?" you brought your hand up tp your head, feeling nauseous.

he took a step closer, the eerie quiet of the space only broken by the heavy thrum of his breath. "i’ve waited too long, [name]. every failure, every mistake—it’s been for this. i can't lose you again."

his voice was hoarse, raw, like it hadn't been used for years.

your heart raced, and despite the ache in your head, you managed to focus on him, on the way his eyes flickered between desperation and something darker. something desperate.

"you're the flame reaver? i... i don’t understand," you murmured, your voice barely rising above the void's haunting silence.

"you don't have to," phainon whispered, his gaze never leaving yours. "just know, i won’t let you go. not this time."

you could feel his hand trembling slightly as it reached out, brushing the tips of your fingers, as if afraid you might vanish if he held too tightly.

your entire body felt heavy, like something was weighing you down, keeping you trapped in this endless abyss. phainon’s presence was the only solid thing anchoring you, yet even that felt… wrong. his touch was cold, unsteady, as if he wasn’t sure whether to pull you closer or let you slip through his fingers.

"phainon..." your voice wavered, barely above a whisper. "where are we?"

his grip on you tightened ever so slightly. "a place between," he murmured. "a space where time bends, where the past and present blur together." his gaze darkened. "where i lost you before."

his words sent a shiver down your spine. the way he looked at you—it wasn’t just desperation. it was grief, old and worn, like he'd lived through this moment before.

"lost me…?" your fingers curled weakly into the fabric of his coat. "but i’m right here."

he let out a quiet, bitter chuckle, though there was no humor in it. "you always say that."

the stars around you pulsed, and for a moment, the darkness shifted. flashes of something flickered in the void—visions of a battle, a figure reaching out, a violent burst of flames. the echoes of distant screams rang in your ears, but they weren’t your own.

they were his.

your breath hitched. "phainon… what did you do?"

his expression twisted, and for the first time since you awoke, you saw it—fear. not of you, but of your reaction. of your realization.

"i tried," he whispered, his voice barely holding together. "again and again, i tried. but no matter what i did, no matter how strong i became—" he clenched his jaw, his fingers trembling as they curled into fists. "you still died."

his words settled deep in your chest, a weight heavier than the abyss itself.

"but this time…" he exhaled sharply, looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him from completely unraveling. "this time, i brought you here first. before fate could take you away again."

your stomach dropped. "phainon, you—"

"i won’t lose you," he interrupted, shaking his head. "not again. not ever."

the void around you seemed to pulse in response to his words, the stars flickering like they, too, were holding their breath.

and in that moment, you understood.

this wasn’t just a place between time.

this was where phainon had kept every version of you that had ever been lost.

anaxa

irritating. everything about this was extremely irritating.

for that woman to send okhema's soldiers to take you away took a lot of nerve.

anaxa sat in his quarters, fingers drumming against the armrest of his chair, the rhythmic tapping the only sound in the otherwise silent room. his jaw tightened as he recalled the way they had come for you—swift, efficient, as if they had every right to tear you away from him.

as if he would just sit back and allow it.

he let out a slow breath, willing himself to think. acting recklessly would get him nowhere, but the longer he sat here, the worse the irritation festered.

his patience had already worn thin.

he stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor as he pushed away from it. his coat billowed behind him as he strode toward the door, purpose in every step.

if aglaea thought she could take you from him without consequence, she was about to be sorely mistaken.

the halls of his residence were empty, the air thick with the quiet tension of something about to break. anaxa had no need for guards; no one would dare to step in his way. yet tonight, the silence felt suffocating. suffocating because you weren’t here.

his fingers twitched at his sides. this wasn’t just irritation anymore. this was anger, slow-burning but ready to consume.

he knew where they had taken you.

it wouldn’t be difficult to reach you—not for him. the real question was how much destruction he was willing to cause in the process.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair before letting it drop. what an annoyance. what a hassle.

but it didn’t matter.

they had taken you from him.

he would take you back.

anaxa didn't care if they needed you at okhema, you were his personal assistant. whatever they needed could have been asked through him

(he ignores them, hence why aglaea sought after you).

by the time he stepped into okhema, the air was thick with the scent of the city—metal, incense, and something faintly electric crackling beneath the surface. okhema’s soldiers weren’t subtle; they never were. it wasn’t difficult to track their route, and anaxa wasted no time cutting through the winding paths that led to the hero's bath outer quarters.

then he saw them.

a squad of soldiers, stationed outside a secured chamber, their stance rigid, their hands hovering over their weapons. they were expecting trouble.

good.

anaxa didn’t slow his stride.

"halt," one of them commanded, stepping forward with a hand raised. "by order of the—"

anaxa didn’t let him finish.

with a flick of his wrist, anaxa held his gun pointed to the soldier's head, his other hand materializing his orb.

"move," he said flatly.

one of them made the mistake of reaching for a communication device.

annoying.

with a simple flick of his fingers, a sharp wave of energy lashed out, slicing through the device before the soldier could utter a word. their breath hitched as the realization sank in.

they weren’t winning this fight.

anaxa stepped closer, his patience nonexistent. "last chance."

the soldiers shared a look before making the smartest decision of their lives. they turned and ran.

cowards.

he continued onward, reaching a secluded room in the bathhouse.

he paused for a moment, his hand on the handle, taking a deep breath. he didn’t know what state you’d be in, but that didn’t matter now.

what mattered was that you were still here.

the door swung open with a smooth motion.

“[name],” he spoke your name like a command, his voice low but steady, holding an edge of urgency.

you looked up, eyes wide, disoriented. but when your gaze met his, something clicked. the tension that had been suffocating him finally lifted.

he stepped inside without hesitation, his eyes locked onto yours. “we’re leaving. now.”

[inthelibrarybtw]

you want me to pretend? | five

SERIES MASTERLIST

pairing: college!basketball!captain!rafe x college!student!reader content: fluff, college au, smau/irl, inaccurate school system talk

summary: You were trying to make one problem disappear. You were tired, so you lied. That small lie led you to contact the last person you wanted to ask for help. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Rafe; only that you didn’t want to deal with his constant teasing more than you already did. Also, you two weren't that close, but this one lie was going to bring you two closer and maybe help some truths come to light.

word count: 0.6k

authors note: we're back, literally. there will be more flashbacks in the future so stay tuned. Also I made a playlist with the songs up to this part.

04 | 05 | 06

Sophomore year - 2022

Statistics. You weren’t the biggest fan of the class, yet you took it every semester of your major. One positive thing this class brought you was Kelce. You and Kelce had met thanks to your moms when you were kids and had also gone to kindergarten together. You had moved houses, and when it was time for elementary school, you belonged to a new district, so you didn’t attend the same one as Kelce. But life brought the two of you back together last year in this very same class. As a freshman, you thought you wouldn’t know anyone, but there was the familiar face with whom you had shared so many memories. Kelce didn’t hesitate to talk to you, and it felt like no time had passed. 

This was supposed to be the second class, but the professor was sick last week, so there was no class. Even if this was the first class, he was already assigning a project. It was small, but it had to be done in groups of no fewer than three people, and those groups would remain for the rest of the semester. 

“You can work with us,” Kelce said. 

“Us who?” you asked, confused; he was alone. 

“He is late; he had an impromptu basketball meeting.” Just as on cue, the guy Kelce had been talking about walked into the class, excusing himself to the professor and standing in front of you. 

“You’re in my seat,” he said in a gentle tone. 

“Well, you weren’t here.” You gave him a little smile and added, 

“I think I can forgive you just because of that smile,” he smirked. 

“Just sit down, Rafe,” Kelce motioned to his friend, and you just stared at him. 

After the class ended, Kelce formally introduced the two of you and mentioned that he would create a group chat to talk when needed. You said goodbye to both and left for your next class.

“So, how long have you known her?” Rafe asked Kelce.

“Since when do you care how long I’ve known someone?”

“Since today,” he paused. “Now answer.” Kelce chuckled.

“Since we were kids; our moms are friends. You would’ve met her if she hadn’t moved away before we started elementary school.”

“Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?”

“Why would I mention it before?… Wait! You liked her,” Kelce laughed as they walked out of class.

“Not to be that guy, but have you seen her? Why wouldn’t I like her?”

“Have some backbone, would you? You don’t even know her.”

“And that’s your fault! Why have you kept her hidden?” Kelce laughed out loud again.

“I haven’t kept her hidden.”

“Do you like her?”

“Calm down, would you? No, I don’t like her. She is pretty, but she’s not my type, and I’ve known her for so long I can’t see her that way.”

“I didn’t know you knew Rafe,” Sarah says as you both make your way inside the coffee shop.  

“I don’t; Kelce introduced us yesterday in statistics class, and now we are working together as a group.”  

“That’s nice. He’s pretty good with numbers.”  

“Good to know. I’m not a big fan,” you said, chuckling softly. “How do you know him?”  

“Oh, he is my cousin. We were born almost at the same time and grew up together,” Sarah smiled.  

“It’s like you are siblings.”  

“Oh, we definitely treat each other like siblings sometimes,” she laughs.  

You both continued talking and decided to order because the guys weren’t showing up, and Ruthie had told you that she was going to be late because she had forgotten to buy groceries. After you two had ordered, you sat and continued talking while scrolling through your phones.

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Soju Courage

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word count: 2,229

Content warnings: Fluff, alcohol 

Summary: Lee Know invites you out to a dinner with his school friends and you find yourself trying to impress them and put your best foot forward. But what happens when Lee Know gets to unwind around you and his friends when the alcohol flows during dinner?

A/N: Divider was created by @thecutestgrotto, thank you for sharing your dividers with tumblr!

Yeobo: Honey

You walk into the warm cozy restaurant a step behind Minho as he holds your hand gently in his grip while guiding you inside. Minho had invited you out to dinner with him and his friends from school tonight to spend some time together and to meet his friends. He had said that since you were so close to him that he wanted you and his school friends who he held dear to him to meet finally. You had been a little nervous at first and had made sure to dress up a little more than you normally would for dinner with Minho and he had taken note of it teasing you that you cared more about his friends’ opinion of you than his. When you had teased him back telling him that you already knew his opinion of you and didn’t need to impress him anymore he had smirked and grown quiet before mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like ‘What do you know?’ before leaving you to finish getting ready.

And now as he led you further into the restaurant you couldn’t help but feel the nerves start to rise up within you again. What if his friends didn’t like you and it caused a strain in your relationship with Minho? You don’t think you could handle something like that gracefully, especially not with Minho. You had been friends with Minho for a few years now and had grown so close to him that you considered him one of your best friends. Your friendship had become a staple in your life and something that you relied on heavily in your day to day life. 

If you were to lose that you didn't think you’d survive, it scared you how much you relied on Minho and how much he had integrated himself into your life so easily. It was part of the reason why you hadn’t told him about how your feelings had turned from friendly to something more intimate, you were too worried about losing him altogether to want to pursue something romantic with him. So you had kept your feelings to yourself and just enjoyed the friendship and companionship that you had with Minho.

There’s a loud cheer ringing through the air and you stare shocked for a moment before a soft amused smile slips onto your face as you watch Minho let go of your hand and rush over to his friends who are waiting to embrace him. Minho happily hugs his friends while excitedly talking to them about missing them. When he’s greeted each one of them he turns back to you with a fond smile on his face while holding his hand out to you and you quickly grab his hand before he’s tugging you close to his side.

“This is Yeobo, I’ve talked about her with you all.” Minho says nonchalantly and you whip your head to look at him surprised for a moment.

“You’ve talked about me with them?” you asked curiously as your eyes darted along his face wondering why he would do that.

“Oh yeah, Pabo here has been talking a lot about you.” says one of his friends and you turn to him to see a knowing smirk on his face while Minho scoffs softly at him.

“She’s my friend too. Of course I’m going to talk about her to you guys.” Minho dismisses quickly and you watch as his school friend smirks at him before looking over to you.

“Uh-huh, you sure it’s just because of that?” his friend asks and you look at him curiously picking up on the implied intention of his words. You don’t want to hope for anything more with Minho but your heart skips a few beats in your chest much to your reluctance.

“Yes, there’s nothing else.” Minho states firmly and you shutter your response keeping the hurt tucked away from everyone. You smile slightly before nodding your head as Minho starts to guide you to two empty chairs at the table. You shiver slightly when you feel his hand graze along your back as he lets you sit down first before taking his seat next to you, the two of you quickly get caught up in the friendly chatter around the table.

You take a sip of your drink as you talk with Areum and Do-yun when you feel a weight press into your side and settle there. Turning your head to the side you see Minho leaning into you with a soft happy smile on his face as he takes a sip of his own drink while Minjun talks to him from across the table. Your eyes trace over Minho’s face and can see that the alcohol he’s been drinking is starting to take effect, his eyes are half lidded and they’re blinking slower as he tries to focus on the words of Minjun. Not to mention his mouth is quicker to turn up in a soft smile. You smile softly at him feeling a sense of fondness fill your chest with warmth as you gaze at him. It’s not often that he can let loose like this and you’re happy that he’s comfortable enough to let loose for once with friends.

“Yah Minho, looks like you need more dinners like this to be a happy drunk. That idol career of yours has you too wound up.” Minjun teases him from across the table and the rest of his friends all nod in agreement.

“He’s right Minho. You need to let loose some more. It’ll only be a good thing for you.” Areum teases him with a saucy wink and grin. Minho scowls softly as he turns to Areum and you chuckle softly at him seeing that his normally austere scowl was softened and less effective as Areum giggled at his look. Minho’s eyes then darted to you and a wide bright smile slipped on his face as he leant further into your side.

“Yah! Yeobo helps me let loose like this all the time.” he says dismissively while gazing up at you as he rests his head on your shoulder. You chuckle softly in surprised happiness while the rest of his friends all focus in on the two of you with shrewd looks, you feel slightly nervous at all the attention suddenly but Minho slips his hand into yours and hums softly while nodding his head. “Sometimes it’s with Soju. Sometimes it’s just hanging out and being silly. And even-even sometimes it’s just doing things we both love to do with each other.” Minho says fondly and you feel heat start to race up your neck as your eyes dart to each of his friends as they stare at you with smile fond smiles on their faces.

“That’s really nice Minho. She’s a good fit for you huh?” asks Areum and you turn to her with wide eyes trying to curb your rampaging emotions that Minho’s soft words have fueled.

“She is, she means so much to me.” Minho responds while nodding his head against your shoulder and playing with your fingers absentmindedly. “My life has gotten so much brighter and happier since she walked into it. She makes me a better person.” he admits drunkenly and you gasp softly at his heartfelt words as your blush races across your face heatedly.

“Aww Minho, you get so soft when you’re drunk. You’re gonna regret this tomorrow.” Minjun teases gently and Minho scoffs softly at him before he turns his face further into your shoulder while cuddling closer to you.

“How could I regret confessing my love for her in front of some of my favorite people?” he asks fondly and you feel your whole body go up in flames while the rest of his friends all react in different degrees of pleased shock.

“Yes, how could you regret that?” Minjun asks goodnaturedly and you look at him with a soft pleading look that makes him grin widely.

You had texted Han to let him know that you were bringing home a very happy drunk Minho and to be prepared for an affectionate Minho. Just as you look up from your phone and Han’s text of Can’t wait to see him all over you, you see that the Uber has pulled up to Minho’s apartment complex. Minho huffs at you softly causing you to turn to him with a curious look on your face. Minho is leaning up against the door on the opposite side of the car and is staring out at the apartment complex.

“What’s wrong Minho?” you ask curiously as you reach for the door handle on your side.

“You’re not paying attention to me.” he whines softly before turning to look at you while keeping his head pressed to the window. You chuckle softly at his antics before getting out of the car and walking around it to open Minho’s door. You smile fondly at him as he stares at you through the window with slowly blinking eyes. You open the door slowly so as not to let him fall out of the car before you hold out a hand for him to take.

“C’mon my drunken companion. Let’s get you upstairs and into bed.” you cajole him sweetly and he grins lazily up at you before grabbing your hand and tugging you down to him for a second.

“Will you be joining me there?” he asked huskily and your eyes widened at him as he laughed at your response. You shake your head at him while laughing as you guide him out of the car and towards the apartment complex.

Minho leans heavily onto you as the two of you slowly walk into the complex and towards the elevator while you try to keep the two of you upright. Luckily the elevator is working and you don’t have to help him up the flights of stairs to his apartment. But once you both get onto his floor he’s even more clingy and heavy as he leans on you. Your pace is slow and Minho just lets his weight hang on you until you reach his door. Leaning him up against the wall you begin to fish through your purse looking for your keys that has the spare key for his apartment on the keyring. But just as you’re finally grabbing your keys and pulling them out Minho cups your face and tilts it up towards him as he leans in close to you crowding you up against the door jam causing you to drop your keys loudly as you gasp softly.

“Minho? What’s wrong?” you ask him softly as you gaze up at him worriedly. Minho smiles softly down at you with an endearing look on his face as he continues to crowd you up against the door jam.

“I’m in love with you, you know that?” he asks softly and your eyes widen with shock before you smile softly at him.

“Yes, you said that at the restaurant Minho.” you tease him gently and he beams at you happily.

“Good, you were paying attention then.” he says happily and content. “I meant it though.” he admits to you and you stare at him while blinking in surprise. “I know I’m tipsy and loosened up. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I’m saying. Or that it’s untrue.” he says softly to you and you gasp quietly as he leans forward towards you. “I am so deep in love with you that I don’t want to come up for air sometimes.” he confesses just as the door opens to a shocked wide eyed Han. Your eyes widen in shock and a pretty blush forms on your cheeks just as Minho turns proudly to Han who’s watching the whole scenario in shocked silence. “I did that.” Minho says proudly to Han while pointing at you over his shoulder causing Han’s eyes to dart to you before he chuckles softly and turns his eyes back to Minho. “I made her look that pretty with my words.” Minho boasts and you burst out into soft laughter as he struts into his apartment heading towards his bedroom.

You and Han are left at the door chuckling softly at your tipsy friend as he makes his way into the apartment. Han watches you quietly with a soft smile on his face before he steps back a little to let you into the apartment.

“I’ll help you get a sober confession outta him tomorrow morning.” Han says softly after closing the door and the two of you watch Minho bounce off his door jam before walking into his bedroom. You blush prettily at Han’s words and he grins proudly at you. “Can’t wait to brag to Lee Know that I made you that pretty too with my words.” he boasts and you groan softly wanting only to fall asleep so that you can address this all with a sober Minho. You smile softly to yourself while shaking your head before Han starts to help you get the pull out couch ready for yourself to sleep in. When you’re ready to turn in for the night you can’t stop the soft fond smile that slips onto your face at the thought of Minho confessing to you sober, maybe you wouldn’t have to lose him due to your feelings for him.

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hey i just saw your prompts thingy and can i ask for #8? tysm :)

Hi, anon, ofc! I hope you like it

This is from my prompt list. Pick a number and send it to my asks.

Warnings: making out, suggestive.

Word count: 832

Alexa, play Kiss me more by Doja Cat

Getting caught making out in the dressing room backstage (feat. Han)

The dressing room was a little too quiet, the only sound between you and Hyunjin the soft, rhythmic press of lips against lips. You and Hyunjin were leaning against the wall, bodies pressed close, both of you breathless.

The kiss deepened as Hyunjin’s hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He tasted like mint and something darker, more intoxicating, and you lost yourself in it as his tongue brushed against yours.

For a moment, nothing else mattered. The world outside this room, the expectations, the fans— all of it was nothing compared to the tension building between the two of you.

Then, just as his hand began to slide a bit lower, slipping under your waistband, the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open shattered the moment. You both froze, faces flushed with heat.

You pulled away instantly, your eyes wide with panic. Hyunjin froze too, his lips still hovering near yours.

Standing in the doorway, eyes wide and blinking, was Han. He stared at the two of you, mouth hanging open as though his brain couldn’t even process what he was seeing, “What... the... hell?”. Han’s voice was high pitched with disbelief as he slowly took a step back, trying to retreat like the mere sight of you two kissing was physically painful, “What in the world is going on here? This is... gross! Ew!”

You and Hyunjin moved awkwardly to adjust yourselves. You tried to smooth your hair, feeling completely flustered, but it didn’t help at all. “No, wait, Han! It's not what it looks like!”, Hyunjin stuttered, practically tripping over his words, “We were just... hum, just…”. Han held up his hand high like he was being mugged, “Nope! Nope! Don’t even try to explain! I don’t need details. I didn’t want to see any of this! Ugh!”.

You winced, suddenly very aware of how awkward this situation had just become. Han looked disgusted, his face contorted like he was trying to physically scrub away the image from his mind. “No, no, no”, Han muttered, shaking his head as if trying to dislodge the scene from his brain. “I was just coming in here to grab my hoodie and then I walked into this? What the hell?! This is... disturbing, seriously! I don’t need to know about your stuff, Hyunjin!”.

Hyunjin looked like he was about to melt down and die on the spot, “Han, please... just go. Don’t make it worse”. But Han wasn’t even listening, “I don’t even wanna look at you guys anymore”, he whined, his voice full of dramatic disgust. He turned away, hands over his eyes, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this, but I’m scarred for life. My innocence is gone!”.

You could feel your face burning with embarrassment as you glanced at Hyunjin, who was doing his best to suppress a nervous laugh, despite the chaos, “I think three of us are gonna need therapy after this”, you whispered to him, trying to maint some dignity.

Han spun back around, his face still twisted in disgust. “Ugh! You guys are nasty. Just... I don’t know what you were thinking, but never, ever let me walk in on you again. Please. I’ll be traumatized for weeks”. He waved his hand as though trying to shake off the image.

Hyunjin, still bright red, gave him an apologetic grin, "Ok, Han. Never again". But he didn’t even wait for a response. He gave one final exaggerated shudder and bolted out of the dressing room, muttering something about ‘needing to bleach his eyes’.

You stood there, shrunken on the corner, still processing the amount of humiliation you just experienced, "Well, that was... more embarrassing than I imagined". Hyunjin, still visibly flustered, let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair, “We definitely need a new plan for next time...”

You both stood there, in awkward silence for a moment, before bursting into laughter at the absurdity of it all. At least you’d never have to face Han without remembering that moment. “Maybe we’ll lock the door next time”, Hyunjin said between laughs, “but honestly, I don't think it will ever be the same again”.

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ANOTHER DEAN FIREFIGHTER FIC?!?!

Oh, don't mind me. Just me having a fangirling moment over my favorite Dean!AU, by @zepskies no less! 😭 And I have things to say about it! 😌

Okay, first of all - love love loooveeee @redhoodieone for requesting this and @zepskies for bringing it to life. Firefighter!Dean just does things to me. And yes, Alex, it's all your fault. (Thank you!) And now the reader is an ELEMENTARY TEACHER? ARE YOU KIDDING ME! That only happens to be what I'm studying! It's like this trope was written for me 😭

Now. I know I've said it before, but as a plus-size girly myself, reading fics where the reader is plus-size herself not only helps with the immersion, but also becomes even more of a delight when they're pictured as desirable. And you did such a good job with that. The repeated slaps on reader's ass, his obvious attraction to her, but most importantly, his outrage when she calls herself fat. Like he can't even believe she'd think of herself that way, because that title simply never occurred to him. Such a rewarding and healing thing to read! 🥹

And god, all those feelings of comparing herself to Lisa and Jo. I wish I didn't know that sinking feeling in her gut when she talked about how she had to slim herself down to fit into the dress, while Lisa and Jo do it so effortlessly. Or the absolute gut-punch that was Lisa's talk about "sticking to a clean diet for the baby" - as if she gives two shits about the little one growing in reader's belly 😒 Ten bucks say she secretly wishes there was no baby to begin with (which, honestly, theoretically I can't blame her for...), nor that she cares about the reader's "health". Fat shaming packaged as "caring". 🤮 Ugh, it made me so mad just reading it! (You wrote it so well 🥲)

Okay, but back to Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean.

“Ready for more, baby? Or you want to call it a night?” he asked. His tone was playful, but it was actually a serious question. You blinked in surprise. You’d never had a guy be this, well…generous, and not expect anything in return, especially not for just a hookup.

GIRL. Now why was this so freaking hot. Jesus Christ. And then his admiration when she's on top next morning 😭

“Goddamn, baby. Givin’ me quite a show,” he says, in a panting voice that’s deep as sin. You utter a breathy laugh. Dean means it though. He’s enjoying the way you brush your hair out of your face, your beautiful tits in his face while you truly let loose for him.

*dreamy sigh*

And this. THIS. The moment where he catches her disappointment. (Cause, ngl, I would've been uncertain as hell myself if I'd just slept with this guy for the third time in one night and suddenly he's scrambling to leave...)

Your smile barely reaches your eyes. He’s pressed for time, but he still notices. He slows himself down and cups your cheek. “Hey.” He gets your pretty eyes looking up at him, and he gives you a real kiss, nice and slow. He cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb across your skin. “Thanks,” he says. His now familiar grin manages to make you smile. “And I mean that.”

Oh, Dean Winchester, the man you are.

Alex, I can't wait to see where this goes! Lisa as a more bitchy version is quite the interesting read, and their little unintentional three-way set-up is bound to cause some drama 👀 And I'm here for it!!! Can't wait for the next chapter - coming out on here just one day after my birthday! Can't wait to read it 💓

IF I STAY - Part 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized!Reader

Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.

AN: Yes, here’s another firefighter AU! Based on a request from one of my lovely Patreon members: @redhoodieone. She requested pretty much all the major beats of this story, so hopefully I did her request justice! This is also partially inspired by Fools Rush In, a beautiful movie with Salma Hayek and Matthew Perry (Rest in Peace, King).

Song Inspo: “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Elvis

Word Count: 8.7K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, thick thirty, hints of body insecurity, but also body appreciation, angst, and hurt/comfort.

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Part 1: Fools Rush In

Slowly, your eyes slide open into the waking world. Your head is resting on something warm, firm…and a little sweaty. You pick your head up, despite the disorienting, muddy feeling of a slight hangover.

A groan bubbles in your throat. Your gaze travels downward, and you realize that what you’re looking at is more of a who.

Your eyes widen. Oh…my…God…

Not only are you very naked, but your firm pillow is too. It happens to be your best friend’s brother.

Yes, holy fucking shit! You slept with your best friend’s brother.

Biting the inside of your lip, you can’t help but take him in, here in the raw light of day as he lays peacefully on his back. His head lolls to the side on your usual pillow. Your eyes roam over the bow of his lips, the dark eyebrows, lightish brown hair that's softer than it should be between your fingers.

He’s painfully handsome. There’s a slight hesitation in your touch, but you softly trace the cut of his jaw and the stubble spread across it. That roughness feels familiar, and not just under the pads of your fingers, though the thought makes you blush. You begin to remember the night before, almost like a movie reel through your mind… 

Ooooh, right. That’s what happened.

It starts at Sam Winchester’s joint bachelor-bachelorette party at a nice hotel downtown. He and Eileen aren't the "strippers and coke" kind of party couple. They're more the "wine and brie en croute with pickled olives" on the expensive crackers you can't afford—kind of couple.

They look perfectly in love, if a bit long-suffering while Dean gives a hilarious, somewhat inappropriate, but still ultimately heartwarming toast to their happiness. After lowering the glass of champagne from his lips, his gaze catches on yours in the crowd. You suck in a subtle breath. 

Technically you’ve met him already, being one of Eileen’s bridesmaids, but there’s something about his green eyes that pin you to the floor. When he hands over the mic to Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, his head turning away from you to offer her a smile breaks the spell. It allows you to breathe.

Dean later finds you by the bar. You’re drinking a rum and coke with your slice of cake, trying not to get a single crumb on your dress. You've put a lot of work into affording it, let alone fitting in it. He leans his elbows casually on the counter and looks over at you.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he nods at you with a smile, subtly taking you in first. Then, his eyes go to your plate. “Ooh, red velvet. Gotta get me some of that.”

You smile back at him. “It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, looks good in your hand,” he says, adding a teasing wink for good measure.

You don't know why that does it for you, but a half-flattered, half-nervous laugh tumbles out of your mouth. Sam has warned you before about Dean. Apparently his older brother is a bit of a flirt; a ladies’ man.

A man whore, are the words Eileen used.

You’re honestly surprised he’s talking to you when Eileen’s other bridesmaids, Lisa and Jo, are sipping martinis together down at the other end of the bar. Guess they didn’t want cake.

They look beautiful in their lithe, strapless little cocktail dresses. You’ve had to give up chocolate, bread, and cheese for three months straight to fit into this dress, something slinky and red that drapes over your thicker, curvy figure. But you’re proud of the fact that you’re letting yourself eat cake tonight, even though you’ve often felt like Mrs. Doubtfire while standing for pictures next to Lisa and Jo.

They’re Eileen’s friends, not so much your crowd. No matter how much you’ve tried to get to know them while helping the wedding planning in whatever way you can, you still get a high school clique vibe from the women, if with more “polite smiles.” Then they’ll typically go back to talking about crystal centerpieces—or whatever in-depth conversation they were having before you were there. 

But right now, Dean’s focus is on you. When he asks you more about yourself, you tell him about recently earning an elementary education degree.

“Ah, but you already knew that, because Sam told you we graduated college together,” you realize, with warmth tingeing your cheeks. That subject came up pretty quickly when he introduced you to his brother.

Dean’s smile confirms your suspicions, so you just keep filling the silence on reflex.

“Well, I actually just started teaching my first ever semester of second graders. They’re a bit of a handful, but overall, they’re really sweet.” Your smile falters. “Except for this one kid who likes to put little tacks on my chair. He’s kind of a menace, but I think if I bribe him with enough lollipops, he’ll give it a rest. I mean, it’s a behavioral issue and I should probably call his parents. But it's kind of hard to tell them their son is trying to make my ass into a pincushion."

Dean's laugh comes out in a sharp burst, like he wasn't expecting what just came out of your mouth. You didn't either, honestly. You giggle more out of embarrassment, ducking your head.

"He’s in second grade, you know?" you say, in between laughter. "I don't think that little footnote needs to end up on his permanent record. But then there's Micah. He's so friggin' smart. He can read at the fifth grade level already. Can you believe that? And I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but his grades on his spelling tests get him a spot in the comfy bean bag chair pretty much every Friday. Honestly, I think that's what I like about working with kids. I get to see that spark on their face when something just finally clicks for them. Their little faces get all bright and happy and…ugh. God, I'm sorry. I'm rambling, right?”

You stop yourself with a hand sliding over your mouth, not quite covering your smile of embarrassment.

Dean’s grin just widens, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. 

"It's okay. I kinda like it," he teases.

You duck your head, biting your lip against a groan. He chuckles and reaches out for your hand, earning your nervous glance. He quirks his head.

“Hey, you're passionate about what you do, helping kids. That's nothin' to be ashamed of,” he says, brushing his thumb over your hand. “But sweetheart, I gotta ask. Am I making you nervous or something?”

God, yes, you think, especially at that sweetheart thing. It’s making your heartbeat tick up a syncopated rhythm, but you shake your head, biting the straw of your rum and coke.

“No, not at all,” you say, in a hopefully “breezy” kind of way. You touch your fingers to his wrist. “Tell me about you though. Sam mentioned that you’re a firefighter?”

“Ah, yeah. Firefighter in training,” he says, with a more genuine smile.

He just started at the Fire Academy, and he tells you about all the drills he’s had to learn and all the training he’s had to do to be able to keep up with his classes. You subtly eye him while you sip at your drink, and you notice the crisp cut of his buttoned-down shirt and leather jacket, the definition of muscle across his thighs under the slacks, even while he casually sits.

Your gaze subtly travels down his long bowed legs, smart dress shoes. His cologne is woody and masculine, but not overpowering; maybe bergemot and sandalwood. It pleasantly wafts under your nose every time he gestures with his hands while he talks.

“Aw man, I can’t hold out anymore. I think I need to get me some of that cake before it’s gone,” he says, getting up from his chair.

You’re a bit disappointed that he’s leaving, until he stops short.

“You want another piece?” he offers, gesturing at your empty plate that’s been resting on the counter.

You blink in surprise, but you shake your head. “Oh, no. I probably shouldn’t.”

“Why not? It’s a party,” Dean reasons. His grin is too damn infectious. It has you smiling, and begrudgingly agreeing.

Not only does he bring you more cake, but you watch him eat three whole slices before he asks you to dance.

The rest of it flashes through your mind like strobe lights—the way he’d started small and respectful with his larger hand closed over yours and the other along the curve of your waist. He guided you closer and closer, until you were turned around into his arms, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

You felt his lips teasing your skin. Then those hands tantalizingly drifted down your every soft curve, as if showing you a preview of everything he could do to you, and every way he’d make you come apart. You believed him.

And when he whispered in your ear, asking if he could take you home, you let him.

You let him drive you in that big black piece of history he drives. Used to be my dad’s car, he said. A Chevy something. You couldn’t really remember much when his hand was drifting up and down your thigh like that.

His presence burned hot at your back when you two eventually got to the front door of your apartment, your hands just barely shaking as you got the key in. Twist and click—

He waited until you flipped the lights on. Then he turned you around slowly in his arms and pulled you in close, all the while asking you with his eyes and raised brows. This okay? You want this?

“Do I still make you nervous?” he asked, his lips twitching at a smile when yours do.

You nodded, uttering a small giggle. “In a good way.”

That was when he finally kissed you, hot and slow, like he meant to devour you whole. He moaned at the taste of you, at the feel of your ass squeezed in his hands. You clung onto him strong, breathing into his kiss and trying to meet every single demand of his lips.

It soon became a fiery tear to your bedroom, one lamp flicked on, hot breaths and nice clothes crumpled to the floor. You didn’t feel self-conscious even once when he guided you under him on the bed, because he wasted no time in taking you apart, inch by inch.

His lips kissed and licked and sucked a burning trail down your neck, over your collarbone and between your breasts. You felt his hardened length trapped between your bodies while his hands explored you, teasing your breasts and sensitive nipples, and he mapped his way down with his lips.

You explored every part of him you could—every dip of muscle, firm shoulders and the slopes of his back, and then back up to tangle in his hair. Your heated gasps and whimpers filled the room when his sinful mouth found what it was looking for between your legs.

It wasn’t often that you had a strong pair of shoulders to rest your thighs on, but Dean’s grip was hard enough to leave deep fingerprints of pressure on each thigh while he slipped his tongue through your folds and feasted on you.

“D-Dean, oh God,” you gasped. Every sound you made was a sensuous symphony in his ears, washing over his skin and making the well of his desire churn hot in his lower belly. He had to roll his hips into the mattress for some relief for his aching cock, even while he moved his mouth up to your clit, circling the swollen bud with his tongue. He had enough room to slip two fingers deep inside your sopping wet channel, exploring you deeply, stroking and twisting to find what you needed.

Your thighs trembled and squeezed tight on either side of his head. When he sucked your clit tight between his lips, you uttered as gasping moan as that coil snapped its release. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers. Yours clenched tightly in his hair, threatening to rip out a few strands.

Dean stroked you all through your first orgasm, giving slower licks to your clit. He seemed to sense when you couldn’t handle anymore though. You tugged more sharply on his hair, and he finally pulled away, moving back up your body to gauge your reaction.

You’d collapsed boneless against the bed, but you still managed to smile up at him as you caught your breath.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked. But his self-satisfied grin almost made you laugh. You took his glistening face between your hands and pulled him down for a grateful kiss.

After a moment to savor your lips, he broke away for a second to catch his breath himself. You stroked his back all the while.

“You know, for a minute down there, I thought you might not let me come back up,” he teased.

You choked on a laugh, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Honestly wouldn’t have minded if you did suffocate me,” he chuckled, accompanied by a slap to your left ass cheek. You squealed, and blushed hotly at the way he was grinning down at you.

“Ready for more, baby? Or you want to call it a night?” he asked. His tone was playful, but it was actually a serious question. You blinked in surprise. You’d never had a guy be this, well…generous, and not expect anything in return, especially not for just a hookup.

But you shook your head and sat up, slipping a hand behind Dean’s neck. After a beat of hesitation, you guided him down to you for a slow, sensuous kiss.

“No, I don’t want to call it a night,” you whispered. Your hand drifted down his bare chest, and lower still. You showed him just how well you could return the favor.

And now, come the morning, you’re blushing down to your neck as each scene flashes through your mind. You feel the ghost of his hands all over your body, and how you’d never quite felt quite as bold and sexy and beautiful with a near stranger as you had with Dean effing Winchester. Your best friend’s brother.

You begin to worry your bottom lip with your teeth. How the hell are you going to tell Sam? Especially after he warned you about exactly this. Plus, there’s a reason you don’t typically do the one-night stand thing, and this has the potential to become something very complicated.

You know what, it’s fine! you think. We’re two consenting adults. We’re both single. And maybe…maybe it could be more than a hookup. Maybe we can see each other again, see where it goes.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” Dean says, his voice croaking with sleep.

You look down at him in surprise. His eyes have cracked open and he has your hand captive, stopping you from continuing to idly trace patterns on his bare chest. You smile in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” you say. Again, you bite your lower lip. “Um, good morning.”

“Morning, sweetheart,” he grins lazily. “You sure wore me out last night.”

Your smile becomes more genuine, even if you turn your face away somewhat shyly.

“Aw, don’t do that,” Dean says. He slides his hand up your arm and behind your neck, tangling into your already tangled hair when he guides you down to his lips for a kiss. “You were awesome.”

You giggle against his lips. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah,” he says, kissing you again.

You shake your head a little. “You were…”

Amazing. Unbelievable. Probably the best night I’ve ever had.

“Perfect,” you decide. Because it’s the truth. The word comes out of your mouth before you can filter yourself though, making you pause. Dean does too, but after a beat, he slowly smiles.

“Oh yeah?” he asks.

You lick your lips, and you nod. “Definitely.”

“Well, then,” he says. His hand moves down to squeeze your hip. “You down for a repeat performance?”

You smile. “Only if I get a turn.”

Bracing your hands on his chest, you slide your thigh across his lap so you can straddle his hips. Dean grins and goes along with your idea. He gets a nice healthy handful of your thighs and helps settle you on top of him. But first, he reaches over into your nightstand drawer and finds another condom, ripping it open with his teeth.

Just like you did for him last night, you take the packet, as well as his generous length in your hands. You gently stroke him to full mast, smiling pleased at his groan of pleasure. Then you carefully fit the condom over him.

“You’re so gentle with me,” he teases. 

“Just returning the favor,” you quip, just before you position him at your wet entrance. Slowly, you sink down over his cock.

You both moan at the feeling of him stretching you again, warm and thick and fitting perfectly nestled deep inside. There had been moments last night where he wasn’t all that gentle, actually, but his passion had only spurred yours on more. You know you’ll probably find fingerprint marks on your thighs and ass, but it’s fucking worth it, you think, as you begin to bob a rocking rhythm that serves you both.

Dean arches his back underneath you, his knees coming up to press against your ass.

“Goddamn, baby. Givin’ me quite a show,” he says, in a panting voice that’s deep as sin.

You utter a breathy laugh.

Dean means it though. He’s enjoying the way you brush your hair out of your face, your beautiful tits in his face while you truly let loose for him. He guides you by the stronghold he has on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he ruts up into you, meeting your thrusts.

Your breath quickens, your nails digging into his chest on reflex, and your heart races as that delicious pleasure builds. But when Dean snakes a hand between you and further parts your folds to massage tight circles over your clit, your vision flashes white. You utter a scream of pleasure on his name, your inner walls choking him tight as you throb around his cock. His release hits him like a goddamn freight train.

“Aw, fuck,” he grunts.

He slams your hips down hard, making your thighs slap against his. A ragged groan escapes him in a rush. His hands move to your thighs just under your ass, where his fingers press into flesh hard enough to leave forensic ID, giving him leverage to bury himself deep into your pussy as he spills a hot release into the condom.

Goddamn…

He can almost imagine that he’s coming free inside you, that you’re milking his cock for every drop, until there’s nothing left for him to give.

The thought surprises him. It almost takes him out of the moment, honestly. That’s not a thought he’s ever had before—not with a woman he barely knows (which is most of his hookups, if he’s honest).

In that delicious, fractious moment just after it hits, it’s like those few seconds are suspended in zero gravity. Your arms are shaking, and your forced to collapse against his chest. Dean welcomes you there for a little while, letting you come down while he smooths a hand over your hair.

Though he can't help the urge to let his big hand drift down over your dewy skin, down the gentle slope of your back and over the curve of your generous ass. He gives one cheek a teasing slap. The sound echoes in the room.

"Goddamn perfect ass," he says roughly, smirking at your squeal. You end up grinning hard against his neck.

"'S that my new nickname?" you quip.

He chuckles deeply, moving you along with his chest. "Hell, sweetheart, if you want it to be."

Eventually, you lean back to give him a smile and one last kiss before you pull away from him. You slip off his lap to find your robe, at least. You definitely need a shower.

“So I’m thinking, after we get cleaned up, I could make us some breakfast,” you offer. “Or if you want, maybe we could go somewhere. I know a little diner down the block.”

“I like the sound of food,” Dean agrees with a smile. Ge reaches over for his phone on the nightstand, to check the time. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”

He has to get his ass over to the Fire Academy. He has class in barely twenty minutes.

He tears out of bed and nearly trips on the coiled sheets.

“Sorry. Gonna need to take a raincheck,” he says. He hurries to find his clothes strewn all over your bedside floor.

“What’s the matter?” you ask with wide eyes. You cross your arms under your breasts, but it’s more like you’re hugging yourself over your robe. You watch him tear through your bedroom in a tempest of movement.

Dean spares you a glance, but not much else as he yanks up his slacks and belt and dress shirt.

“Gotta get to class,” he confesses. Thank God he has his uniform in the trunk of his car for exactly these kinds of emergencies. He grabs his phone, wallet, and keys, and quickly kisses you on the cheek. He gazes down at you apologetically. “Sorry I gotta cut and run, sweetheart, but it’s been fun.”

Your smile barely reaches your eyes. He’s pressed for time, but he still notices.

He slows himself down and cups your cheek. “Hey.”

He gets your pretty eyes looking up at him, and he gives you a real kiss, nice and slow. He cradles your cheek and brushes his thumb across your skin.

“Thanks,” he says. His now familiar grin manages to make you smile. “And I mean that.”

You shake your head at him. “Okay go, Mr. Future Fireman. Be safe out there, okay?”

He gives you a playful salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

You can’t help but laugh. This guy’s too much. But you don't think you've had this much fun having sex in...

All right, let's not put a timeframe on it.

You watch him leave your apartment, even though you have a sinking feeling in your chest. You knew this was just a hookup for him, for both of you. Part of you just couldn’t help hoping that it could’ve led to something more. 

Dean means to call you.

He really does.

After that truly awesome, you shook me all night long, kind of a night, he thinks about you more than he’d like to admit over the next few weeks. However, he finds himself locked into his training. He’s so close to finishing strong and earning his badge, he just can’t afford any more distractions.

Still, he should’ve known that Sam would find out—either through Eileen, or through you directly. He also should’ve expected the way his brother let him have it.

“And you didn’t even fucking call her. See? This is why I don’t set you up with any of my friends anymore,” Sam bitches at him from his side of the small two-seater dinner table. They still share an apartment, though in just a month and a half, Sam’s going to be moving out. He and Eileen already found a house that they’re moving into after the wedding.

“Look, I was going to call her, man. They’ve just been bustin’ my ass at the Academy!” Dean argues.

“Bullshit.” Sam levels him with the same finger that holds his beer.

Dean’s brows raise, high and annoyed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I’m calling bullshit. Because if you really liked her, respected her, and respected me, you would’ve made the time,” Sam says.

That falls heavy between the brothers for a moment while they eat their pizza.

“Look, I know her. She doesn’t do hookups that often, which means…she probably liked you,” Sam adds. “And honestly, when are you going to give it a real try with someone? You can only visit that free clinic so many times.”

Dean shoots him a glare. He’s had a clean bill of health from said clinic for six months straight.

“Jesus Christ. Enough, all right?” he grouses. “What’re you, Mom?”

“I’m just saying,” Sam says, lowering his crust to the plate. He levels his brother with a more earnest look, lightening up from his anger. “Look, if it’s about what happened to Dad—”

“What, you mean the way he drank himself to death after Mom died?” Dean says. His voice cuts through whatever softball glove Sam is trying to handle him with. “You think that’s the kind of thing I should be looking for in my life?”

“Oh, and what, do you think I’m making a mistake marrying Eileen?” Sam counters.

Dean sighs, shaking his head. “Damn it, don’t put words in my mouth. That’s not what I’m saying, it’s just…I don’t know. Maybe that kind of life—the house, the wife, the 2.5 kids and the dog. Maybe that’s just not my life, okay?”

Sam gives him a long look. He lets go of a deep breath, and he shrugs.

“Okay,” he says. “If you think hooking up night after night for the rest of your life is going to make you happy, then fine.”

Dean nods, glad that they can put an end to this little After School Special.

“Okay.”

Still, he can’t finish his third slice of pizza. He keeps picturing your face when he left you that morning. No matter how you tried to hide it, he still saw the tinge of disappointment in your eyes. It brews something uncomfortable in his stomach, and a sting in his chest.

You’re eating lunch alone in your classroom, finally on your break, when an unfamiliar number flashes across your phone screen. You look down at it in confusion, but with all the caterers and florists and things you’ve helped Eileen with on the wedding, you figure it could be important. You pick up the call and greet whoever’s on the line.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?”

You drop your ham and cheese on your keyboard, gaping in surprise.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he chuckles slightly. “Sorry, I know it’s been a minute.”

You frown, because you’re confused more than anything.

“Yeah, like almost a month,” you reply. You put the call on speaker so you can grab up your sandwich and quickly brush off the crumbs from your keyboard. You struggle to say something cool, clever, sexy even. “I’m okay. Just, um…what’s up?”

Smooth, real smooth. You cover your eyes with your hand.

“Nothin’, I was just thinking of that night,” he says. “I had a good time.”

Your frown deepens, despite the beginning of a blush warming your cheeks. If he’s calling you just for another hookup…

“So I just thought maybe you and I could do something again. Maybe you wanna come over my place this time.”

And there it is. You deflate at his words, shoulders sagging. The "convenient booty call" proposition.

“I could make us some burgers, toss in a couple of beers and a movie night,” he adds.

That part throws you though, you’re not going to lie. What, is this a Netflix and chill situation—with a side of fries?

You consider it. You weigh pros and cons at a frightening speed in your mind, almost like Sherlock Holmes contemplating the layout of a dead body and deducing within moments that his wife committed the murder, despite the man no longer wearing a ring.

You want to let yourself be bold and spontaneous and carefree...but it's just not who you are at your core. You're a planner, a cautious person who looks three ways before crossing the street. Letting Dean take you home that night was certainly one of the most spontaneous, wild things you've done since your friends took you out to a strip club after you aced your final round of exams back in college.

(Sam hadn't been there that night, but he did get an embarrassing drunken text from you at 3:00 a.m., along with a few shame-ridden pictures fueled by questionable substances. Yes, he still had the evidence.)

You just don't know if it's smart to let yourself hookup with Dean again. Mostly because you know your heart has the tendency to get attached, no matter how much you warn it not to.

“You know, Dean, I’m pretty busy with my job right now. I just started here a couple of months ago, and I think I just need to focus on that right now,” you say. Part of it isn’t a lie, even though your soft heart is stinging.

“Ah, okay. Yeah. I get that,” he says. You hear his disappointment too. “But I just need to say, I really am sorry for not calling you sooner.”

Your lips tug at a smile. “It’s okay, Dean. Look, you’re Sam’s brother. I just feel like, maybe it’s better if you and I stay friends.”

“Friends, huh?” Dean says wryly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I don’t have three rounds of steamy hot sex with any of my friends.”

Your blush comes swiftly again, burning in your cheeks.

“Be that as it may,” you say, “I just don’t want to do anything that will distract from Sam and Eileen’s wedding.”

“Oh, I’m a distraction, huh?” Dean says flirtatiously. 

You begin to smile in earnest. “I think you know damn well what you are, Dean Winchester.”

His deep chuckle practically resonates through the phone and into your chest, going straight down to your pussy. You clench on nothing just at the sound of his voice, making you cross your legs under your skirt. Dear God…

How are you supposed to be even remotely normal around this man now? 

But for Sam’s sake (and your own), you’ll have to try. 

Two months later, Dean has taken Sam’s dating advice to heart. A week or so after you turned him down, he ran into Lisa Braeden, Eileen’s Maid of Honor, while he was at the grocery store buying beer and Twizzlers. She was a smart, sharp, sexy brunette. A yoga instructor, he soon found out. So he took a chance on asking her out. They’ve been going slow and steady ever since. 

Dean hasn’t heard from you since the rehearsal dinner, but he sees you again at his brother’s wedding. All the bridesmaids are wearing long, royal blue dresses that drape off the shoulders and hug the bust and waist, flaring gently at the skirt. Lisa and Jo wear it beautifully, their hair perfectly smooth and coiled. 

But when you step out into the hall outside the church ballroom to join them, Dean actually pauses in what he’s saying to his brother. He nearly double takes when you enter his line of vision—mostly because he hasn’t seen you in a dress since that night. You were sexy as hell then, a lady in red. 

Today, you’re absolutely stunning. 

After greeting Sam with a warm hug, you turn to him with a nervous kind of smile. “H-Hey, Dean.”

With that, he snaps out of it. Dean smiles, eyes crinkling, and goes over to give you a hug as well.

“Good to see you,” he says, trying not to inhale too much of your nice perfume. It’s even in your hair.

“You too,” you reply. Your smile is a little brighter, more genuine. Though there’s something behind your eyes that he can’t quite place.

What he doesn’t notice is the way Lisa is watching you and her boyfriend, a hint of suspicion on her face.

You do though. You pull away from Dean and assemble into a line with Lisa at the helm. As the Best Man, Dean stands with her, followed by Jo and Brady, another one of Sam’s buddies. You and Benny bring up the rear. Benny’s dad used to work with John, Sam and Dean’s father, on the police force.

According to Sam, John Winchester worked a beat for twenty-six years before his liver finally gave out on him. Dean almost went to the Police Academy to follow in his dad’s footsteps, but Benny, already working his way up to Lieutenant, suggested Dean become a smoke eater instead. The suggestion stuck.

Benny Lafitte is slightly shorter than Dean, but just as broad-shouldered, his auburn beard neatly trimmed. Even though you might’ve thought he was rough around the edges at first, his kind blue eyes spoke the contrary. He offers you his arm like a gentleman.

“Well aren't I lucky, getting the prettiest girl on my arm,” he says, with a charming smile.

You smile, and even begin to blush at the way he subtly takes note of you from head to toe.

“Well, thank you. You’re very handsome yourself. Although, hold on.” You slip your arm out of his for a moment so that you can fix his tie. It’s slightly crooked. You make sure that it lays flat under his collar, smoothing down all the edges and picking off any small dust particles that landed on his collar. Benny watches you with an indulgent smile.

“Am I good?” he asks.

“Very,” you reply.

“I appreciate it, thank you,” he says. You don’t know if he means to sound flirtatious, but his voice is a deep drawl that washes over you pleasantly. You find yourself blushing down to your neck as you slip your arm back around his.

You also don’t notice how Dean glances at you and Benny over his shoulder.

As much as you love Sam and Eileen, it’s difficult for you to keep your mind from spinning into fractals as the ceremony goes on. You can’t help but glance at Dean. He stands there behind Sam dutifully, but you see brotherly pride in Dean’s eyes, in his smile. It makes you smile too. You too love Sam like a brother, and it brings a well of happy tears to your eyes to watch him have his moment with his new wife.

It just also reminds you of what you need to do.

After the ceremony ends and the bridal party files out behind the bride and groom, you excuse yourself from Benny apologetically. You wait until Lisa and Jo go off to take pictures with Sam and Eileen, and you grab Dean’s wrist, pulling him aside.

“I need to talk to you,” you whisper.

Dean gives you a confused look. “They’re gonna need us for the pictures.”

“I know, but this is important,” you say. Your voice trembles with nerves, and so do your hands. Dean notices, frowning in concern. He grasps your arm to try and steady you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just come with me,” you implore him. You take his hand and lead him into the women’s dressing room attached to the church sanctuary you all just came out of.

Dean raises his brows at the mess you and the rest of the bridesmaids have made of the room—pantyhose and makeup and clothing litter the floor and most available surfaces, while leftover breakfast sandwiches, grapes, salami, and cheddar cheese cubes are splayed out across one of the vanity counters. Dean is tempted to steal a morsel, but he focuses on you first.

You close and lock the door, which makes his brows raise high again. You know he has a girlfriend now, right?

“Uhh, look, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but—”

You heave a sigh. Again, you take his hand and guide him to sit with you at the vanity. The old stools squeak, the overhead lights a bit too bright. This is not where you want to do this, but you can’t hold it in anymore.

“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you confess.

He freezes. His breath stills in his lungs. His eyes slowly widen as the words click in his brain.

“What?” His head tilts, as if he didn’t hear you right.

You squeeze his hand; to ground him or yourself, you’re not sure.

“I’m about two months pregnant. I found out last week.”

Dean swipes his free hand over his mouth while he tries to compute. He squeezes your hand, tighter and tighter. He points to himself.

“It’s…it’s me? It’s mine?”

You give him a weary smile. “You’re the only one I’ve been with in the last few months. It could only be you.”

Oh fuck. The man’s face begins to pale as he descends into shock.

“But we…I used a condom,” he reasons. “All the—all the times!”

You bite your lip. If you weren’t freaking the fuck out yourself, you’d probably be laughing right now. Granted, you’ve had a bit more time to process this than Dean.

“I know, I was there,” you reply, releasing yet another sigh. “One of them probably broke. That’s all I can think of… Honestly, Dean, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I just didn’t want to disrupt the ceremony or cause a scene before the wedding. But now you know.”

Dean falls silent then. He hasn’t let go of your hand, which you think is a decent sign. He’s likely forgotten that you’re still holding it as he stares off into the middle distance for several seconds.

Eventually, he shakes his head and returns his gaze to yours. He looks uncertain, his handsome face the true epitome of holy fucking shit.

You know the feeling.

But he asks the most important question.

“What do you want to do?”

Briefly you close your eyes as you take a breath. You squeeze his hand before you let go of him.

“I’ve thought about this a lot, and…I’m keeping the baby,” you tell him, though you raise placating hands. “I don’t want money, or anything like that. I just wanted you to know that it’s yours. How much you want to be in his or—or her life, that’s up to you.”

Dean takes a beat before he answers, but you don’t have to wait so long holding your breath.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. I’ll help you. Don’t worry,” he says.

And just like that, all the time you spent giving yourself pep talks for this, telling yourself that you’ll need to be strong no matter what he says, all of it crumbles into relief. Your lower lip trembles, and your body shudders as you break into tears. You try covering your face to hide your shame, but Dean grasps your shoulders.

“Hey, hey. It’s all right,” he says. He tentatively pulls you into a hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You nod into his dress shirt, probably staining him with your running makeup.

“Thank you,” you whisper. “Thank you so much.”

He holds you a bit tighter in response.

You and Dean agree to keep this to yourselves for now, at least until Sam and Eileen get back from their honeymoon. It’s difficult to explain why your eyes are all red and your makeup is smudged, but you promise Sam that you’ll tell him later. You know it’s pointless to lie to him though. As a lawyer, his bullshit meter is far too high.

However, you also know that he’s half guessed it by the time you all make it to the reception. When you and Dean came out of that dressing room to join the bridal party for pictures, you're sure that you looked emotionally wrecked. Dean had looked pale as a sheet, his body coiled and tense, as willing himself to seem normal. Sam had clocked both of you with a raise of his brow, but he didn't say anything then, especially after you gave him a pleading look.

While Eileen greets her family without him for a moment, Sam pulls you aside. He notes your glass of diet coke, in a moderate sea of guests drinking champagne and cocktails.

“Are you okay?” he asks knowingly.

Tears well up in your eyes again. You don’t know if it’s your damn hormones going haywire, or just the way Sam asks you, with the love of a friend in his eyes. He squeezes your shoulder gently, prompting you with your name.

“Yeah, I think I will be,” you say.

"Is it the same reason you're not drinking?" he asks. "You and Dean earlier..."

You hesitantly confirm with a nod. Sam blows out a harsh sigh, raising folded hands to his mouth as he processes. You begin to look around on reflex, trying to see if anyone's watching you and Sam have this conversation in the middle of the reception. To your relief, everyone around you seems occupied with drinks, hours d'oeuvres and conversation.

“What did he say when you told him?” Sam asks. His gaze is firmer. You get the idea that if he doesn’t like what you tell him, then he’s about to go grab his brother by the ear himself.

You grab his wrist and give a placating squeeze. “He said he's going to help me, be there for me.”

“Damn right. So will I,” Sam nods, and glances back at Eileen, his new bride, with a smile. “We both will.”

“I know,” you nod as well. “I’ll be okay, Sam. You don’t have to worry so much. Just enjoy your wedding day. It’s the only one you’re gonna get. Well, you know…hopefully.”

You tease him with a wink.

Sam laughs, cupping your cheek. He kisses your other cheek.

“I love you, you know that right?” he says.

You give him a trembling smile through your tears.

Meanwhile, Dean has a beautiful woman in his arms. He turns Lisa on the dancefloor, trying not to trip on his own dress shoes, all the while knowing that his brain isn’t here in his body. It’s across the ballroom, watching you talk to Sam. Dean can tell that he knows, just in his Big Bird body language. He’d also recognize that accompanying Bitch Face anywhere.

“Dean, what’s wrong,” Lisa asks him, and not for the first time. She’s getting annoyed, he can tell. She finally looks over to where he keeps glancing, and she notices you with a frown. It’s also not the first time she’s caught him staring at you tonight.

“What was that earlier in the dressing room? She didn’t really get food poisoning, did she?” she asks pointedly. “What, did you two used to date or something?”

He gives a wan smile. “Yeah, kinda. We…had a thing once.”

“What kind of thing?”

Dean closes his eyes and tries to keep himself calm. He’s pretty sure if he tells her the truth right now, she’s going to find the nearest cocktail and dump it over his head.

But shit, here it goes.

“Well…”

After a long day at school, you drive over to Dean’s apartment. You’d agreed to meet there and wait for him to get off his shift at Firehouse 83, where he just started as a full-fledged firefighter on probation. When he gets home, he’s supposed to go with you to an important appointment with your OB-GYN. 

You were hoping he’d already be done with work by the time you got to his place, but Lisa's there to open the door for you. Apparently, he’d already given her a key.

Moving kind of fast, but okay, you think. A second later, you could’ve rolled your eyes at yourself. Pot, kettle, me. Got it.

Lisa greets you with a “polite” smile at best, but she does offer you water at least. You really can’t blame her for not liking you though. She found out her boyfriend got another woman pregnant right before he started dating her. Really, she has more balls than you for staying with him. You wouldn't put it past Dean to somehow have smooth-talked her into giving him a chance.

Or she really loves him. The thought sobers you as you lower yourself down to the couch beside her. Both of you sit there in silence for a moment, trying to figure out something to talk about.

“So, you’re what, six months pregnant?” she asks.

You correct her in thinly veiled annoyance. “Three months, actually.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry,” she says. “I don’t know why I thought it was six.”

You have a feeling her awkward chuckle is fake, however. She knew good and damn well that you’re not six months pregnant. In her eyes, you must be the size of a parade float. 

“If you want, I can recommend a holistic diet to help you get your body back after the baby’s born,” Lisa offers. “No pills, no chemicals. Just good clean weight loss.”

You feign interest. Honestly, you’d like her to cram that offer right up her hooch.

“I can even give you a discount if you want to try out yoga,” she says. “It’s low impact, but you burn plenty of calories. I have a beginner’s class, not too strenuous. Even my least flexible clients manage to do the poses.”

Is that why Dean likes you? Because you’re bendy? Bet if I sat on you, you’d pop like a fucking balloon.

You hide all of these thoughts behind a “polite” smile of your own.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you reply. It’s non-committal enough, but hopefully it’ll get her off your back.

No such luck.

“You know, maintaining a healthy diet is really important for the baby’s health too,” Lisa adds. “It’s not just about avoided raw fish and dairy products. Oh, and processed food is obviously a no-go. Like, I’m sure you haven’t been hitting Taco Bell and all that stuff, right?”

As a matter of fact, you’ve been eating clean since long before you got pregnant. Not that it’s any business of hers whether you enjoy the occasional quesadilla or not.

Your temper snaps at its leash. You open your mouth to reply, when the front door unlocks and opens to Dean, stepping in through the threshold.

Thank God, you and Lisa both think. She gets up quicker from the couch than you, greeting her boyfriend with a kiss. You avert your gaze while you begin to get up yourself.

Dean reaches out to help you, grasping your arm in support. You shoot him a smile.

“I can still get up by myself,” you snip.

“Yeah, all right. Just in case,” he says with a smile. “Ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah. Let’s rock and roll,” you say, trying to hide your worsening mood. You’re exhausted, and irritated, and probably more than a little hangry. Except now, the idea of food just has you feeling guilty for even being hungry.

“Bye, hun. Hope you have a good appointment,” Lisa says, giving your shoulder a pat. You give her the most genuine smile you can muster as you thank her. It's possibly that she's one of those women who don't realize when they're being cunty, but you find it highly unlikely. She's too smart for that.

You follow Dean out the door and over to his car, big and black and sleek as you remember. You settle into the passenger seat with your arms crossed in silence. Dean switches the cassette to one of his favorite Led Zeppelin albums, though he notices your grumpy face.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

You give him some side-eye, but you’re reluctant to say anything. You just shake your head. As irritated as you are, you don’t want to be the friend who badmouths his girlfriend.

God, are we even friends? You wonder. Or am I just his knocked-up baby momma?

And again, you realize that this whole situation is probably hard for Lisa. You just don’t know if she’s jealous, or if she just…doesn’t like you.

“I’m okay,” you tell Dean.

He raises a skeptical brow. Looks like Sam isn’t the only one with a finely tuned bullshit meter.

“All right, how about this,” Dean says. “Let’s grab some burgers after this, huh? From your favorite spot. Shake Shack, right? Side of fries, frozen yogurt. I think I’ll get chocolate this time… Hmm, I doubt Lisa will want anything. She’s gone on an all-vegan kick or something.”

For one shining moment, you were happy and touched at his consideration. But now your body stills in your seat when you remember Lisa’s words. Tears well up in your eyes with a hot sting, and a sob escapes your throat.

Dean is cut off from thinking about getting extra bacon on his burger. He looks over at you in alarm. “H-Hey, what’s the matter?”

You scoff at him through your tears. “Are you kidding me? I can’t eat burgers anymore, Dean. I was already fucking fat. Now it’s just gonna get ridiculous.”

“What?” Dean’s brows knit together in confusion, along with his deepening frown. It gets worse as he tries to watch the road ahead, while at the same time, watching you continue to crumble.

“And after the birth, I’m just going to be an even fatter slob who can’t take care of her baby,” you sniffle and weep, trying in vain to wipe your eyes and get ahold of yourself.

Dean grits his teeth, his jaw twitching. Fuck it.

He turns the steering wheel sharp enough to startle a gasp out of you.

“Dean!”

He pulls the car over onto the side of the road, ignoring the honking SUV behind him. He shifts into Park and shuts off the radio—a big red flag, in your opinion. He’s upset too, and fucking serious, more so than you’ve ever seen him. You stare back at him with wide eyes.

“I’ve never once heard you say that you’re fat,” he says.

You blink at that, but eventually, you’re able to get your tongue to unstick from the roof of your mouth. You wipe the remnants of tears from your cheeks. Your face is already hot from your upset, now tinged with embarrassment.

“You haven’t known me very long,” you say quietly.

It doesn’t help. Dean’s jaw ticks again.

“Well, I’ve never thought it. Not even once,” he says. His jade green eyes are firmly set on yours, and he gestures between you and him with a pointed finger. “The reason you and I are here right now, is because the minute I saw you, I wanted you.”

One corner of his lips kicks upwards. “And that night, you didn’t disappoint.”

Your mouth falls open slightly. You don’t know how to respond, but you do know that a full blush is warming your face and neck. His words have power, and unbidden, they bloom a similar warmth between your legs. You swallow a bit nervously as you bite your bottom lip.

Dean glances down at your mouth when you do. He can remember what your pretty mouth did for him that night. Oh, he remembers all too well. He even had the shade of your lipstick streaked across his skin until he showered up at the firehouse.

He locks that all away when shifts the car back into Drive. If you’re going to make it to this appointment on time, he needs to get going.

And you both have to leave whatever that was right here by the side of the road.

AN: Woo! 😮‍💨 Yep, this is only Part 1, friends. Lisa is a bit different in this. My take was that without Ben in her life, she might be less mature and a bit more catty. As we get into Part 2 I'll leave it up to you to decide why she decides to stay with Dean, and perhaps more importantly, where the reader and Dean can go from here as co-parents. 🤔

If you enjoyed Part 1, please let me know!~

Next Time in Part 2:

“Hey, you okay?” you say, resting a gentle hand on his arm.

Dean shakes his head. “Look, I…I’m sorry for tossing a giant friggin’ monkey wrench into your life. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”

If possible, your heart softens even more. You slide your hand down to grasp his.

“Dean, this baby wasn’t planned, but he’s not a mistake,” you say. “I don’t regret anything.”

Dean stares back at you incredulously. He can’t believe you could really say that to him. He doesn’t know what to say. He only knows what’s in his mind, and what he feels compelled to do in that moment.

He leans over and kisses you. It’s a firm meeting of his lips to yours, and achingly familiar.

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[shikaizer]

DIRTY PLEASURE 005

SERIES DETAILS

"hey.." caitlin whispered on your ear, you fluttered your eyelids and sighed deeply hearing the key door click, the familiar scent hitting your nose, caitlin was carrying you inside the apartment.

"fucking annoying." paige muttured and caitlin place you on the couch, she was sat down and your on her lap back pressed against her chest, caressing your thighs, paige glared at you stomping her way to the couch to give your jaw a harsh grip.

"fucking slut." caitlin stayed quiet and cooed mocking paige. "admit it, your a fucking whore." her tone hit straight to your heart, her words have lots of feelings in it.

"im not—" a single tear has left your eyes, and paige slapped you not enough to seriously hurt you. "stop fucking crying." she spat and you looked down. "look at her guilt tripping us." caitlin spoke up and gripping on your wrist, her warm breath on your neck. "think paige is a bit mean?" caitlin asked and paige leaned down to wait for an answer, when you stayed quiet she slapped you again. "answer." you quickly nodded and she raised her eyebrows.

"but its your fucking fault, your basically cheating on us." she muttured and you frowned.

"we aren't even together!" you shouted and the both of them are taken back by what you just said. paige crossed her arms and looked over at caitlin who was also shocked.

"let go of her." paige muttured and caitlin roughly pushed you down the floor making you gasp. "door is there, leave if you want." paige tilted to the door and you looked up at the both of them brows furrowed. "no!" you shoted and caitlin smirked. "no?" paige asked.

"i dont want to—" you muttured looking down and both of the girls looked at each other with a knowing expression.

"yeah? tell me, aliyah or us?" you frowned at the question hesistating. "thats what i thought." caitlin responded and you shaked your head.

"you guys." you spoke up determined and caitlin smiled. "you love us right?" caitlin asked and you nodded. "cant feel it at all." paige muttured and you bit your lip.

"i love— both of you so much." you breathe out still on the ground. "you need to show us baby.." caitlin cooed and you tilt your head. "how..?" you asked not knowing at all and caitlin stood up kneeling down at your level.

"do you trust us?" caitlin looked at you deeply and you hesistated for a second and nodded, caitlin smirked moving a strand of your hair out of your face. "thats our girl." she kissed your cheeks and looked over at paige tilting her head to the bedroom, something like gesturing her.

paige made her way to the bedroom and caitlin lifted you up following paige, the room was dark. lights off, and cold.

"cait?" you whispered and caitlin shushed you down, she gently placed you on the soft matress , you could see their shadow a slight glint of them.

paige got on top of you and kissed you deeply. caitlin on the other hand was making her way under you, shes now holding on you while your back is pressed against her chest.

"im still mad at you." paige muttured while she trailed rough kisses on your neck. "mm..sorry." you breathe out and she rolled your shorts down, caitlin's hand made its way under your breast.

"mmmhh.." caitlin hummed kissing your back while paige is rubbing your clit slowly.

"more.." you moaned and you felt paige's smirk on your skin.

they stopped for a moment, and now you felt two silicone cocks on your clit, and on your ass.

you gasped and tried to move but they secured your position. "you said you trust us right?" caitlin asked dissapointment in her tone. "yes.." you spoke up breath hitching. "good." caitlin kissed your nape and paige spat on her cock while she kept eye contact with you.

first, she lifted you up placing you on caitlins cock making you yelp. "shh baby.." caitlin cooed you, once shes deep inside you, she held on your waist tightly securing your position.

"fuck!" you moaned out and you looked at paige whos keeping her gaze on yours, scanning your face for your reaction, it was enough for her to turn her on.

slowly, she slid inside you making you scream.

"shh shh.. calm down." paige whispered burying her face on your neck, caitlin was caressing your hips while your nails are starting to bury on her skin.

"holy shit—!" you screamed and paige grunted.

the pain started to fade into pleasure, your eyes are rolled behind your eyelids and drool is basically falling on the corner of your lips.

"taking it so well baby.." caitlin cooed and you whined. paige started thrusting slowly but deeply.

"ughhh— FUCK—" you arched your back and gripped on paige's shoulder moaning right on her ear.

paige let out a breathy laugh "enjoying this huh?" you nodded and caitlin chuckled "shit— we should do this more often." caitlin bit your nape and you whinced.

as paige's pace began to be faster, you have felt your reaching point, and you know it, you have came while both of their cocks are inside you.

you closed your eyes catching your breath, they slowly pull out leaving a weird empty feeling inside you, you cant move at all.

you felt the bed shift, and a blanket on top of you, they prepared some warm wet towel rubbing it all over your body, and before you know it, you have fainted to sleep.

"think we made it too far with her?" paige looked over at caitlin and she shaked her head. "no she fucking loved it." caitlin chuckled and kissed your fore head tucking you comfortably.

"what we gon do with aliyah?" paige crossed her arms and caitlin gestured paige to the closet, paige already knew what this was, caitlin took your phone and paige took a black bag in the closet.

caitlin sat on the edge of the bed and messaged aliyah.

' hey! im sorry for suddenly hanging up on you, wanna meet up at the top floor here in stadia? '

' its fine, but its almost 12—'

' please? i wanna see you. '

' okay. omw '

caitlin rolled her eyes gagging, she looked over at paige whos fixing up some few tools, and a few moments, the both of them are wearing a all black outfit, mask, sweater,pants, hood.

they slid and knife in their pocket and carefully opened the door, they looked at you one last time.

making their way at the top floor, they can already see aliyah, bet her clit is itching so bad she wanted to see you.

they got behind her and whistled.

aliyah quickly turned around and gasped when she was punched right in the face.

"goodnight~" paige cooed and stomped on her face making her faint.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Mark Grayson 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

send a heart - 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

[sort of a part ii to this request x]

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After your workout and a quick shower in the locker room, you were finally done for the day and allowed to go home. You sigh as you heard the automatic doors open & shut for the last barrier to your freedom. This new training Cecil and his team had you on was murder.

You smile despite your sore muscles as you see Mark waiting for you in the hallway. Dressed in his casuals as well. No longer Invincible but Mark Grayson who was going to walk you home. Maybe stay and watch a movie. Maybe do some other stuff…..

“Good work today you two.” You turn to look over your shoulder just as you link your fingers with Mark to see Cecil behind you. How did the man always seem to appear like that? “Stats like that and we’ll be ready for the Super Bowl in no time.” You weren’t sure what the Super Bowl was in this scenario, but Cecil seemed certain it was going to come. “[Y/N], a word?”

Though it was phrased as a question, you knew as well as anyone that it wasn’t. You growl in your throat and squeeze Mark’s hand. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be outside.” He promised. Squeezing your hand back before he went out the doors.

You smile wistfully at your sweet boyfriend, before you clear it from your face and turn to Cecil. “Yes?”

“How is the new training going for you?” You arch a brow at Cecil’s question. He knew how it was going. You went over the stats report with the science guys personally with him in the room. So why the question?

“Fine.” You answer cautiously. “Why?”

“I just want to make sure my top players have the resources they need.” There was a pause as you and the older man stare at each other. Finally he added, “how’s Mark doing?”

‘Aahhh’ You thought as you realize you had come to the crux of this line of questioning. This wasn’t about you. It was about Mark. “Mark is fine.”

“You sure about that?” You arch your brow again. Was he questioning how well you knew your boyfriend? “Mark’s been through a lot. His dad tried to kill him, along with half the planet. He had to get his bones and skin stitched back together. People depending on him to save the world.”

“If you’re so worried he can’t handle it, then why don’t you take a little off Mark’s plate so he can.”

Cecil’s frown let you know that he did not like that suggestion. “I’m not saying Mark can’t handle it. I’m saying that I want us to be vigilant in case the boy wonder starts to crack.” It felt like there was another show about to drop. You don’t remember Cecil being this soft or altruistic with the rest of you. “I know you and Mark are close. I’m asking that you help him if he starts to buckle. And, let us know so we can manage it.”

You were shocked. “You want me to spy on Mark.” That’s what all of this was about.

“I’m not asking you to spy on him, [Y/N]. I’m just asking you to keep an eye on him and report back if you notice anything.”

“You literally just said the definition of spying.” You grit your teeth. Disgusted at the mere suggestion you would betray Mark’s trust. “I’ve done a lot of things ‘for the cause’ Cecil. But I’m not doing that.”

“So you would rather get blindsided again like the last time if Mark ever cracks?” Cecil argued. “I’m not asking for State Secrets on him here [Y/N]. I’m just asking for a head up on his mental state.”

“Get him a shrink then if you’re so worried. But I’m not doing it!” This conversation was over as far as you were concerned, so you turned to leave and meet back up with Mark.

“Everything ok?” Mark asked when he saw you. Immediately noticing your annoyed and angry expression.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” You tell him. Quickly schooling your features into something softer. “Just some new thing Cecil wanted me to do for training. And I was like ‘agh…oh my god…enough already…I yield’.” Mark laughed at your joke and kissed your cheek as he re-linked up your hands.

Your smile back to him was a little jilted as you debated on telling Mark what actually happened. It would hurt his feelings to know that the people he was working so hard for him didn’t trust him. That, in the end, despite everything he had done, they still thought he was like his father. But didn’t he deserve to know that the people he was working for didn’t trust him? You weren’t sure what the right answer was.

In the end, you left it alone for now. You weren’t sure if it was the right answer or not, but you just didn’t want to deal with it. You weren’t going to spy on Mark, so what else could they do?