#( nobody in the company is able to guess her next move and so the game of chess is also like a game of battleship )
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aisling being perceived as nothing more than a defective weapon by the original company vs. the new company recognizing the immensity of her potential, each member having different perspectives but all of them agreeing unanimously that she is not to be underestimated.
#( ' a certain... wisdom. ' / hc. )#( i've been thinking about this all day )#( bc even looking back at when she fought moira )#( anyone would've considered the option of aisling just killing her to put a stop to her )#( or letting the sorcerers and witches work together to strip her of her power )#( nobody in a million years would've anticipated that aisling would rip a feckin hole in the fabric of reality )#( and that's something that the new era considers each time they interact with her )#( that she is totally unexpected )#( doesn't even intend to be she just doesn't do things the normal way )#( tina was sent to kill her and aisling adopts her )#( three regency-era members of the elite materialize in her diner and she invites them to be her roommates )#( a vampire tries and fails to hypnotize her into hiring him as a bartender and she still does it bc she found it hilarious )#( nobody in the company is able to guess her next move and so the game of chess is also like a game of battleship )#( each person trying to comprehend their opponent's moves )
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I was lazy to write down because I guess I'm used to using a laptop nowadays and i guess tumblr can be my safe space too. I have the most trusted friends here hehe.
So today I decided to write down my feelings. This year so far has been challenging. To be honest I was anxious during the 1st month palang, I felt I've been working my ass off last year and needed a break. I guess that was burnout? I didn't have the energy to do anything, but I can't because of the bills I need to settle.
But I think I need a break. So I did. I was so excited to go to our province and let go all of the stress but why am I feeling pressured? Since I've gone fulltime in Pru or in the insurance company I felt the need to insure lives consistently so I did a little work there but it seems like God is making a way to make me rest by cutting off the electricity there for 2 days. By that time, I was able to make a genuine interaction. It was fun and I enjoyed the serenity of the beach but as the days go on I felt the pressure of not producing sales as I went back to home.
I guess I was feeling down as well because of my persistency rate. Last year 6 policies lapsed and I blamed myself for it. This has made a domino effect on my performance. But I need to go on, I need to push forward and move on. So I did, but somehow the sales did not follow through. All of the sudden, ang hirap ng lahat. So my friend taught me to just go back to the basics. So I did. I reset my mindset, rewired my brain and all. It did a good job on motivating me and made me push harder although I was not seeing results. I focused on the things I can control. This business is a numbers game, so I did it. I reached out to X number of people and accepted a lot of rejection too but I was numb to it. I also done face to face approach to a palengke. I was rejected, shouted to. My colleague has one closed deal on that day. I was bitter I had to admit. Cause I was the one who pushed her all day. That day, I was advised to not go with someone who drains your energy. I was lost. Why can't I close a deal anymore? Last year I was very fortunate with ready clients. But this year where I needed to produce more seems so hard. Its like a waiting game but I don't know where it will come. But here I am just pushing forward like I should.
Lastly, I felt like I had to unload this feelings to my parents. I didn't told them my plan that I was going on fulltime with Pru. So I thought, maybe if I told them I would be free and can receive blessings. So I did, and it cost me a lot of emotional damage. I was told things that I can't be here, that I couldn't do it. I take it all in. I told you I was numb. I can't feel anything, until mama said that, " I will not help you anymore, I will not refer you to my friends." That phrase struck me. I thought to myself why is it so hard to just support and trust me. Made me question myself, do they love me for myself or do they just need me.
My boyfriend said once that I'm like a damsel in distress in this house. I really am. I'm just sad that this house feels like Rapunzel's tower that I want to escape but torn because I'm brainwashed that I am an ungrateful daughter if I leave my old age parents.
Maybe this feeling is the feeling that all my life I was told to give a good life and was pressured to do good in school and to provide for my family. It felt unfair when my brothers left the house and suddenly I need to hustle for them and take care of them. I didn't felt their help honestly. I reached out for support but why do I feel like I'm a nobody to my siblings.
Is it weird that I consider my friends as my family too? I wish someday my parents could understand me that I'm lost for a moment and I needed their support sometimes. I'm just tired living in their expectations. I just want to do my thing. I wanna stop being anxious. I miss being happy. That's it. I just wan to have money and be happy.
I wish that in the next coming months, I will be successful.
Thank you tumblr, for being here as always for my thoughts.
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no better company than you | nathan mackinnon
a/n: alright, iâm rolling in late for @antoineroussel oussel summer exchange (thank you love, for running such a lovely exchange again, it was wonderful and iâm glad i was able to particiapte) and iâm very sorry for the lateness! i had the pleasure of writing for the lovely @ghstandpucksâ đ again, i am SO sorry about the wait but i hope you enjoy this!Â
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âOh my god, Iâm so sorry Iâm late!â You slide into the booth and throw your bag down next to you, hoping to god you donât look as frazzled as you feel; this restaurant is far too nice.
Nate just smiles at your words, too familiar with your family by now to know that youâre always running 5-10 minutes behind. Heâs ordered a bottle of wine- a nice rosĂŠ, fitting for the beautiful end of summer day- and had already started pouring a matching glass for you the second you started sitting down. âHowâd the interview go?â
You bite your lip. âEh.âÂ
âIâm sure it went better than you think.â Nate says encouragingly. âYouâre too hard on yourself. All three of you are.â
And well, thatâs not a lie. Your siblings were just as critical of themselves as you were. Sid was famously known for it and Taylor, your twin, was as bad as you. ButâŚ
âListen to you!â You laugh at him. Nateâs just as bad as the three of you. A mini-Sid in many ways, to many people in your hometown.
But that was in Canada. This was Denver. And here, Nate was cool. Laid-back. Lowkey. Everything a professional athlete should be. Nobody knew about what a dork he really was, except his teammates.
And now, maybe you too, if all went well with this job interview.
âDonât know what youâre talking about.â Nate says, looking at his menu to feign ignorance.
You giggle, pulling your own up toward your face. ��Sure, buddy.â
Itâs not often that you and Nate spend time one on one like this, even if you see him all the time over the summer. Heâs usually with your brother when you see him, politely trying to decline your momâs invites to dinner or already hanging at Sidâs house when you invite yourself over to your brotherâs house for pool or lake time. Usually time one on one with Nate like this is brief, usually like in passing while heâs waiting for Sid in the kitchen while youâre eating.
Itâs nice. Nateâs funnier than people give him credit for and itâs easy to relax into dinner and conversation, to forget about the anxiety from your interview as you chat about whatâs new for both of you and gossip about people you both know.
By the time he drops you off at your hotel, itâs late and youâre too tired (and maybe just on the right side of tipsy) to even worry about the interview. You just barely change into pajamas, run through your nightly routine, and climb into bed, before shutting the lights off. It feels like youâre asleep before your head even hits the pillow.Â
In the morning, youâre awoken by the sound of your phone ringing, and it takes a second for you to place the sound, but when you do you pounce on it, recognizing the local area code immediately. âGood morning.â You say, trying your hardest not to sound like you woke up literally thirty seconds ago.
Itâs human resources, from the job you interviewed for yesterday.
You got it.
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âEw, no!â Your dad holds his hands up innocently, when you rush over to stop him from unpacking a box. âWhy would you put that there?â
âHey, sweetie, maybe itâs time for a break.â Your mom says gently, exchanging a look with your dad, who nods his agreement enthusiastically.
Which is fair. Youâd just about almost taken his fingers off just because you didnât like where he was unpacking colanders.Â
âDinner!ââ Your dad latches onto immediately. âNate offered to take us all out tonight, Iâll let him know weâre ready.â
âReady?â You frown, looking down at your workout shorts and baggy t-shirt.
âWeâll be ready in an hour.â He amends, already texting Nate.
Nate knocks on the door to the new condo youâre renting an hour and fifteen minutes later, sheepishly grinning when your dad tells him that you and your mom still need a few minutes. âThought I had my timing perfect.â
Your dad snorts. âOh buddy. Keep dreaming.â
Heâs not too off on his timing, but unfortunately for Nate, you donât have too much else going for you in your condo yet. Your dad had gotten your TV all set up, but in addition to the TV and living room furniture, you havenât gotten much else, and that includes food and beverages. So the two of them sit in mostly silence while they wait another few minutes for you and your mom to finish getting ready.Â
âI told you that you should have just met us there.â You tell Nate, as he trips on a box on his way out the door.
âOh, so this wasnât deliberate sabotage?â He deadpans.
âYou caught me. Just trying to keep you around the city full time until I have time to make better friends.â
Nate laughs, as the two of you follow your parents out the door. âBe nicer to me or I wonât introduce you to my friends.â
âWho said I want to be friends with your friends?â
âChildren.â Your mom turns to look back at you and Nate smiles at her innocently, but itâs been a while since thatâs fooled her. âDo we need to stay home?â
It serves to get the two of you moving, even as you laugh at her joke. Nate drives you to another one of his favorite restaurants, and dinner flies by, with Nate insisting on picking up the tab, even when your dad tries to fight him on it.Â
Itâs started to cool down a little by the time youâre walking back toward the car, Nate and your dad still fake-fighting about paying for dinner, and you find yourself not realizing youâre smiling at the two of them as you walk behind them until your mom bumps your shoulder. âA few hours off for dinner with some good company was just what you needed.â She says.
And even though the smile on her face seems too knowing, youâre too tired to ask about it right now, so you just nod in agreement. âYeah, this was nice.â You smile back at her.
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Mel Landeskog pokes her head around the corner and you wave at her, trying to catch her attention. âJesus Christ.â She shakes her head. âI didnât think he was serious.â
âI mean.â You bite your lip. âI did have to work today.â
âI would have picked you up!â She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, and you know Nateâs going to get an earful from her later. âBut no, no. That dumbass just let you come all the way over here by yourself. Sends me a text to come meet you by the door. All casual.â
âI mean.â You send her a look. âDid you expect anything different from Nate?â
Itâs the way she looks at you and sets her face that almost has you nervous for Nate. Youâve known Mel for a long time now, but really, you donât know her from more than just years of NHL events. âI do now.â She says.
You hope Nate knew what he was getting himself into sending Mel a text to come find you earlier. Â
Once she leads you up into the box with some of the wives and kids, sheâs back to smiling and laughing, making introductions all around. The mood all around is light and easy, everyone excited for the home opener of the season, and happy to be back with everyone again.Â
Itâs fun to be back in this atmosphere. Hockeyâs been a part of your life for so long and thereâs truly nothing like the energy of the first game of the season. You feed off the energy, catching up with some familiar faces and chatting with all the other girls, probably too excited when they invite you to a girlâs night later in the week, but it feels good to have plans that donât involve trying to invite yourself to Nateâs when youâre bored.
âHey, good job tonight.â You nudge him afterwards, catching up with him in the family room.
He laughs, pulling you in for a hug. âA little different than what you were used to?â
âIt lived up to the hype, I guess.â
âIâll turn you from a Pens fan.â Nate promises.Â
Itâs your turn to laugh. âFeel Sidâs wrath.â
âWhatâs he going to do? Check me into the boards? Bring it.â
Nateâs been hanging out with your brother and your family for years now, so he should really know better by now. âOkay, buddy.â You pat his shoulder patronizingly. âSure.â
âI could take him.â Nate insists.Â
âThrow hands. Next game. I dare you.âÂ
He side-eyes you, because you both know thatâs not going to happen and itâs only a minute before youâre both laughing.Â
âI better see you on Friday!â Ashley Kadri shouts out to you as sheâs walking past with Naz and Naylah, interrupting your laughter. âNo excuses!â
âIâll be there!â You call back. âPromise!â
When you look back, Nateâs pouting-exaggerated, albeit, but pouting. âAre you ditching me this Friday?â
âYup. Found better company.â
âHow dare you?â He cries. âThere is no better company.â
âWell.â You shrug. âIâll know for sure after happy hour on Friday.â
âFind your own ride home.â Nate says and then he starts speed walking away from you at an absurd speed.
âNate!â You protest, jogging to catch up and he finally slows down enough for you to catch up when you round the corner, bumping your shoulder right back when you purposely bump into him in retaliation.
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No one lets loose like a group of moms when theyâve got a night without their kids.
Someone has mentioned this to you before, at a bachelorette party or a wedding or something, but you donât think youâve ever seen it really in action before until this happy hour.Â
âIf the waitress comes back, order me another drink!â Kerry calls, before running off to the bathroom.
The waitress nods at her, before addressing the rest of you. âAnother round?â
âOh, please!â Mel nods quickly and repeatedly.
âCan we get a few more orders of mozzarella sticks too, please?â You look down at the empty plates in front of you. âAnd maybe some nachos too?â
âYes!â Jackie lights up across from you. âGreat call!â
It pretty much only goes downhill from there and by the end of the night, both Mel and Ashley are crying for reasons no one is sure of entirely and youâre pretty grateful to see Nate among the group of husbands and boyfriends to come to pick up all their girlfriends.
So grateful you scream his name the second you see him. âNate!â
He winces, trying to pull his ear away from you, but heâs laughing. âGuess you had a good time, huh?â
âUh huh!â You nod enthusiastically, not realizing how loud you are until he winces again.
Nate laughs. âAlright, I think itâs time to go home.â
You gasp loudly. âI canât leave my new friends!â
âYour new friends are all leaving you!â
You frown, but look around and realize heâs right. Naz has already sneakily pulled Ashley out of the bar and Gabe and Erik were collecting Mel and Jackieâs things. âOh.â
âOh?â Nate parrots. âCome on, get your stuff, crazy girl.â
âHey!â You protest, grabbing your purse. âI am the least crazy person in my family.â
âI hate to break it to you.â Nate says, as he guides you into standing. âBut thatâs not saying much.â
Heâs right, but you bump him with your shoulder anyway as you walk past. Thatâs about sibling honor and shit.
Nate parked too far away and by the time you reach his car, youâre leaning on him, the adrenaline from hanging out with friends wearing off quickly. Nateâs nice about it, guiding you to his car and then helping you into his front seat before heading around to the driverâs side.Â
âYou guys had a fun time then?â Nate says, once heâs started driving and youâre half asleep leaning against the window. âLooks like it at least.â
âYeah.â You nod sleepily. âBut you were right.â
He chuckles. âAbout what?â
âThereâs no better company than you.â
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Nate becomes pretty clingy after that night, texting and facetiming whenever heâs out of town, and stopping by pretty much anytime heâs got a free minute. It quickly becomes something you look forward to, missing his visits when heâs out of town and looking forward to his calls, smiling when his texts come in and breaking up your work day. And it isnât long before you realize that youâre being just the same. Sending him messages before and after games. Inviting yourself over for dinner and making Nate cheat on his diet.
In a blessed move from the NHL scheduling department, Sid and the rest of the Pens are scheduled to arrive in town on a Friday morning and arenât leaving until the end of the weekend.Â
They have a practice scheduled for early afternoon, which is perfect for you to wrap up your work day before heading over to watch the end.
Geno lights up when he sees you watching from the glass, the first person to acknowledge you, and skating over in the middle of the drill, leaving behind two shocked linemates. âMini!â He shouts cheerfully, even as you roll your eyes at your least favorite nickname. All because you happen to be the shortest of your siblings. âGreat to see you.â
âYou too, Geno.â You smile warmly at him, a little annoyed that you canât get a giant bear hug from your favorite pseudo-older brother right away. âBut I donât think a few other people feel the same right now.â You jerk your chin back over his shoulder.Â
He turns his head quickly but then looks back. âPsh. Theyâll get over it.â
You bust out laughing, which is right about when your brother comes over, and in classic Sid fashion, is all about hockey. âStop being a distraction.â
âI was minding my own business until Geno came over here!â You protest, even as Geno starts laughing and Sid eyes you skeptically.Â
âWhy donât I believe that one?â Sid says dryly and sure, maybe you were making faces at some of the guys you knew well as they were passing you, but you werenât actively being a distraction.
âThatâs your prerogative.â You tell Sid, who shakes his head and pulls Geno back for the remainder of practice.Â
Practice doesnât last for too much longer and you spend a few minutes chatting with the coaching staff while you wait for Sid to change. But he and Geno finally come out of the locker room and you stop mid-sentence to throw yourself at your brother.
Sidâs laughing and so are you, but both of you start laughing even harder when Geno pulls you both into his arms. âTwo of my favorite people!â
âTaylorâs going to be so offended.â Kris grins, watching the three of you amused.
âTaylor?â You grin back at him, going for a hug once Geno releases you. âHow about his wife and kid?â
âThose are my other favorite people.â Geno reasons.
âNow Iâm offended.â Kappy deadpans.
âYouâre not even close.â Geno grins, roughing his hair.
Kappy tries to get him right back, but Geno just swats his hand away and then Sidâs shaking his head, like this is just the same shit, different day. âLook what you did.â
You grin, leaning against him. âNot sorry. Iâve missed this entertainment.â
Sid shakes his head. âThen you can round them up for dinner.â
You do. Easily.
Nate had suggested one of the teamâs favorite restaurants and youâre happy to see that heâd accepted your invitation to join everyone, even if he rolls in a little late. Youâre deep into Krisâ camera roll, looking at pictures of his kids and catching up on stories that you havenât heard about them recently, so you donât even notice heâs arrived and said hello already until he blows on the back of your neck.
You jump. âWhat the hell?â
Nateâs grinning. âHey.â
You shake your head at him and bump your shoulders against him. âHey.â You mimic and then turn right back to Kris.
But your shoulder stays leaning on Nate, and it remains there comfortably all night.
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Sidâs a little cranky when you first meet him for breakfast the morning after the game and youâre sure it has everything to do with the last minute turnover that cost them the game (and bragging rights over Nate this summer, which is really what heâs probably cranky about).
He gets over it pretty quickly though, and soon the two of you are laughing and talking, catching up about your family and your lives.
â-and I even love my office, the vibes are just great!â
Sid shakes his head. âVibes.â
You grin. You know he hates that word. âGood vibes.â You confirm.
âSo youâre liking Denver?â
âLove it.â You confirm, smiling.
âMeeting good people?â
You eye him skeptically. âYes dad. I already said my coworkers are great and Iâve been hanging out with Nate and his friends a lot too. Itâs goodâ
âGeno thinks thereâs something going on between you and Nate.â Sid says casually.
The jump of your heart is far from casual. âOh yeah?â
Sid eyes you but his response to that is surprising. âYou know if there was something going on between you and Nate that would be okay?â He pauses, watching you again, but your face is completely neutral, purposely not moving. âRight?â
âYou know if there was something going on between me and Nate that your opinion wouldnât matter at all, right?â
He grins, laughing as he nods, but after he takes a bite of pancakes he says, âTo you, yeah. To him, it does.â
âWhy?â You blurt out, giving yourself away before you can stop yourself.
But Sid doesnât say anything to that. He grins again and then changes the subject entirely.
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You only make it about a day before youâre knocking on Nateâs door, pretty forcefully.
âWhatâs up?â He swings the door open, with a frown. âYou okay?â
âDoes what my brother thinks really matter to you that much?â You blurt out. Itâs been bothering you ever since Sid mentioned it at breakfast. That you lasted this long was probably a miracle.
Nate blushes and your jaw drops. âIt-â
âOh my god.â You grin delightedly. âCome on, really?â
âThatâs not-â He blows out a frustrated sigh. âYouâre really going to make me say it?â
You nod, but youâre pretty sure heâs not going to get far into what heâs going to say.
He sighs again. âItâs not about, like, his approval, or shit. Itâs just- heâs important to you. So obviously heâs important to me-â
You kiss him.Â
âYou know that you donât even have to worry about that, right?â At some point, youâd slid one hand to his hip and the other arm around his neck, and the hand there plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.Â
âIâll argue about that with you later.â Nate says impatiently and so youâre laughing when he kisses you again.
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â  â  chapter summary: Now that Zeke has explained what truly happened with Yelena, all your troubles have finally ended. Except that now you need to start avoiding Porco. However, things change once you overhear a conversation in the woman's bathroom.
â Â â Â pairing: porco/reader & zeke/reader
â Â â Â chapter tags/warnings: college au, descriptions of panic attacks, lots of self-doubt, gaslighting, hurt/comfort, fluff, referenced cheating.Â
â Â â Â a/n: i have posted the playlist that goes with this series! click here to check this post <3
chapter three: me and my husband
Porco looked at his cellphone, an ill sensation filling up his stomach as he read over and over your last messages. For the past few days, he had been trying to reach out to you but he had been rejected every time.
He knew something wrong was going on the moment you said you couldnât make it to his lacrosse game. Ever since you became friends, you hadnât missed a single game. He had once seen you finishing an essay on your phone and sending it while you were sitting on the bleachers, excited for the game to begin. He had seen you falling asleep on his shoulder during a party after a game, too tired from studying for a test that you took earlier.
Porco sighed. He wished he could find any other reason to explain your behaviour but the only one that came to his mind was his late night confession to you. He shouldnât have told you he loved you. Now you were avoiding him and his feelings and he was scared he had lost your friendship completely.
He put the phone on his back pocket and grabbed his keys, heading to the parking lot. After getting into his car, he turned on the radio and drove out of the campus, entering the main highway of the city. He wasnât sure where he was heading to, but all he knew is that he wanted to stop thinking about you, the moment he thought you had shared and the dry messages that followed.
He had really fucked it up.
âŚ
 Sitting on your facultyâs corridor floor, you looked over at the texts Porco had been sending you the past week. It physically pained you to be so curt with someone that meant so much to you. Porco had always been there for you, even in the times you had told him you really didnât need him. He cared when you got sick, when you were sad and also when you wanted company to crash a party on campus. You two had been inseparable since the day you met and he was already acquaintances with Annie and Armin due to all the time he had spent at your place.
This was the right thing to do, you told yourself one more time, closing your Instagram. You were taking the right decision. Porco had fallen in love with you and then had tried to make you think your boyfriend had cheated on you. If Zeke hadnât pointed that out for you, you probably wouldnât have noticed until it was too late. Truly, you were lucky Zeke had been understanding about the whole situation and had forgiven you for not trusting in him.
Porco wasnât a bad person. You knew in your heart he wasnât. But you had been wrong to trust he had your best interest in his mind.
Thatâs what didnât make sense. Why had Porco, sweet and caring Porco had suddenly decided to put you against Zeke only just because he had caught feelings for you? The Porco you knew wouldnât have done that. If he truly only wanted to drive you away from Zeke, he would have let you kiss him the night he spent with you. He would have taken the opportunity, right? So, why didnât he?
Your head started hurting.
Your thumb ghosted over Porcoâs contact on your phone, wondering whether to call him or not. You missed him dearly and knew that if you asked him to be honest, he would. There were countless moments in the past where he had been honest with you, from the time he confessed to accidentally stepping on your foundation powder and the time he opened up about his fatherâs death.
Heâll say anything to make you doubt your relationship with me.
Zekeâs voice resonated in your ears and you bit your tongue. He was right. You needed to remember Porco was trying to put you against your boyfriend.
Before you could think of a counterargument, you shot a quick text to Zeke. Yes. A day with your boyfriend would help you keep your mind busy.
âwanna hang out later? <3â
You watched intently, a small smile on your face as the three dots twinkled on your screen. Zekeâs answer came a few seconds later.
âCanât. Exam tomorrow :(â
He then sent you a picture of a couple of books over a table that you recognized as the universityâs library. He also had the tumbler you had given him a couple of months ago, filled with straight black coffee if you had to take a guess.
â:(( okaaaay, good luck on your exam, love u!â
â<3â
You put your phone away and sighed. You missed Zeke too. The few days after you had confronted him about the time you thought you saw Yelena and him kissing, he had showered you with love. You had spent the weekend at his place wearing nothing but an old t-shirt of his and making love several times a day. You snuggled to him on the couch as he watched an old documentary and playfully took the cigar from his lips and took a puff yourself. âLadies like you shouldnât smoke,â he had said playfully as he took it back from your lips and then pressed a kiss on your temple.
Nevertheless, the short honeymoon phase after you made up had come to an end. You knew it was going to happen, but now your body and heart were craving more of him and his classes were taking all his time. If it wasnât an exam it was a group project or a study session and even if you knew seniors had it way harder than you, you missed him. Missed his beard scratching your neck, his strong cologne and his deep chuckle whenever you managed to make him smile.
Maybe you could walk around the mall. You still had some birthday money and you could treat yourself a little. Maybe a new body cream or a pair of cute underwear from Victoria Secret to surprise your boyfriend after he was done with his classes. Yes, a shopping trip was exactly what you needed to stop thinking so much. Smiling, you walked to the bathroom of your faculty, just a quick detour to freshen up before you got into your car.Â
You looked at yourself in the mirror and took out your lipstick, fixing it carefully.
âI fucking hate her.â
You turned around as you saw three girls entering the bathroom. They stood by your side, none of them seeming to notice your presence. One of them fixing her hair, another was looking down at her phone, eyebrows knitted together and mumbling more and more curses and the last one just leaned against the bathroom stalls, arms crossed against her chest as she watched the other two.
âWe did tell you she wasnât meant to be trusted,â she reminded the girl with the phone. When she raised her head, you recognized her as Pieck, one of Porcoâs close friends, who you had seen around at a lot of parties and on many of his Instagram photos.
âHow is that helping me?â Pieck asked icily.
âIâm just saying, Yelena is shady. Telling you all that crap about only being able to open up with youâ and for what? For her to post photo after photo of her fuckboy?â the girl in front of the mirror said. âLike, nobody needs to know youâre getting it at the library, why post about it? Literally, nobody cares.â
âSheâs not worth it,â the other girl interjected.Â
âShe really isnât, babe. And Zeke isnât even that hot,â her friend continued with a mocking laugh. âThe one that looks like a clown is her, not you. Just let it go.â
âHe truly is a bad case of the monkey face,â Pieck agreed with a snort. âMen like that are what keep me a lesbian.â
âHi Pieck,â you greeted her. For the first time, Pieck looked your way and widened her eyes, recognizing you in an instant.
âHey,â she said in an apologetic voice. âIâ Iâm sorry. Shouldnât have said that.â
You faked a chuckle. âItâs okay. I just wanted to say you shouldnât worry about them, Yelena isââ
âYeah, yeah, we both shouldnât worry. Youâre probably trying to move on and ignore them too,â Pieck sighed and then pursed her lips in discomfort. âBut I know you were Zekeâs girlfriend for a while, itâs normal you donât want to hear about who heâs fucking nowââ
âZeke and I are still together,â you interrupted her.
Pieckâs face fell at your words. She looked at her friends, who were also looking at each other with an indecipherable expression. Your furrowed your eyebrows, confused as to why they were sharing those glances. Why would they think you werenât with Zeke? Sure, you hadnât posted photos with him lately but that didnât mean you werenât together anymore.
âIâll catch up with you in a bit,â Pieck said softly to her friends. They nodded and said they would be by the cafeteria before leaving. Once they went away, Pieck closed the bathroom door and walked to you again.
âWhyâ why would you think weâre not together?â you insisted, your voice trembling more than you would have wanted.
âYelena and Zeke are fucking,â she sentenced in a soft voice. You shook your head.
âI know thatâs what it looks like but Yelena likes women,â you said. âYouâ I mean you guys were dating or something, right? You know sheâs a lesbian, sheâs just pretending to have something with Zeke so her parents back off for a while.â
Pieckâs silence was deafening.
âRight?â you pushed. âItâs cool because sheâs a lesbian andââ
âYelena is bisexual.â
You paused, blinking as you tried to understand. After a few seconds, you shook your head.
âSheâs not.â
âThe reason weâre not dating anymore is because I saw her fucking Zeke at a party,â she explained.
âNo,â you said, and shook your head once more. âNo, because if it happened at a party then someone would have seen them. Someone would have noticed, there would have been rumours, I would have  known . Pieck, someone would have told me, Reiner, Marcel, Porcoââ
âThey werenât there. Almost everyone was a senior.â
âThen you! You would have told me,â you cried. âYouâre telling me you saw my boyfriend fucking someone else and didnât tell me!? Pieckâ!â
âI thought you werenât together anymore!â she defended herself. âWhat was I supposed to think when every single one of his friends at that shitty apartment knew he was fucking her in the bedroom and they all acted like it was a normal thing to do? I see all these photos of both of them andâŚâ she continued, shaking her phone. âOf course I think heâs not with you anymore! Yelena is uploading pictures as she rests her legs on his lap, about their movie dates at his place and you want me to think she has a girlfriend!?â
Tears started falling from your eyes as she spoke. You sniffled, trying to compose yourself but you could feel every muscle of your body shaking.
âDoes Porco know?â you asked in a whisper.
âPorco?â
âI know you two are best friends since high school. Youâ you had to tell him. If this was real, if this happened, you had to tell Porco,â you reasoned. âSo tell me, Pieck, does Porco know?â you insisted, raising your voice, hating the way it cracked at the end.
Pieck shook her head. âI told him Yelena cheated on me, didnât tell him with who.â
âWhy?â
âBecause he told me not to date Yelena, said she wasnât a good person. I didnât want to prove Porco right, you know him,â Pieck said with a small shrug.
You nodded idly, your eyes lost. No. It didnât make sense, it didnâtâ even if it did. It did make sense but it  couldnât make sense. Because if Pieck was right, if Yelena and Zeke wereâ
No.
âGive me a date,â you whispered.
âWhat?â
âWhen was this?â
âI donâtâ Two weeks ago?â
âI need to know the exact date, Pieck.â
âGirl, I donât remember exactly, Iââ
âGive me a date, Pieck!â you sobbed, raising your voice. She sighed and nodded, taking out her phone.
You watched as Pieck went through her messages with Yelena, scrolling up as she tried to remember the date. Your breath was hitching, inhaling more than you were exhaling but you didnât care. You wanted to know when it was. Pieck was going to tell you it happened on a date where he was with you. She was going to say it happened one of the nights you and Zeke stayed the weekend at his place and then you would know sheâs lying. Yes, that was going to happen. She would tumble over her own lie and this nightmare would be over.
âMarch 31st,â Pieck murmured. âI kept texting her, asking where she was before I went to look for her,â she reminisced, before showing you her phone.
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                              00:36
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                                              lena where are u
                                                      ?????
                     why are my friends saying youâre with zeke rn
                                             yelena answer me
                                          fuck u iâm going there
                              01:19
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                        FUCK YOU YELENA YOURE THE WORST
                                 PIECE OF SHIT IVE EVER MET
                                      REALLY???? ZEKE?????
                                      HOPE YOU GET HERPES
                                         I FUCKING HATE YOU
babe, iâm sorry
can we talk?
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A bitter taste crept inside your mouth as you took out your phone and went through yours and Zekeâs messages, looking desperately for the date. It was the weekend you spent together. It had to be. The memories of Zekeâs kitchen calendar that said April were lying to you. It had to be March. Or maybe he changed the calendar because he was with you on March 31st.
You scrolled up until March and went to read the messages exchanged on that day.
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                              07:23
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Good morning! I know itâs really early
But I want to see you today <3
Meet me at the tennis court?
                                         sure, iâll take an uber :)
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Silent sobs escaped your mouth as your phone started shaking in your trembling hands. Pieck whispered apologies and you wanted nothing more than to tell her to shut up, that it wasnât her fault, that she wasnât the one that swore she wanted to marry you and then went to fuck someone else at a party, not caring if he was seen or not.
But it wasnât true. Zeke said it was just a ruse, that Yelena just wanted to hide her queerness, that they were just good friends. He said so. Pieck had to be lying, she had to be. She was just messing with you, lying to see how much you could believe her. Because Zeke wouldnât do that, you were the one he trusted, you were the one he was going to marry, youâ
Pieck was still holding her phone in front of you.
With the very same date.
And Yelena admitting her crime.
But it couldn't be right. There had to be a mistake because Zeke loved you. He loved you and he had told you about his family, he had taken you to meet his grandparents, he promised he hadnât kissed Yelena that night, heâ
Had he not kissed her?
Was it only a movie night?
âŚ
No, it hadnât.
âHey, are you okay?â
Pieckâs voice sounded far, your lips parted as you tried to gasp for air. You lifted your head and saw her lips moving but you couldnât hear any sound but your heart beating out of your chest. Tingles started creeping on your fingers and without you being able to do anything to prevent it, you dropped your phone on the bathroom floor.
Why didnât it make a sound?
Why were your fingers numb?
You lifted your head and Pieck was gone. Dismissing her sudden disappearance, you crouched down and picked your phone. You winced at the huge crack on your screen and slid your finger several times over it until you could press on Zekeâs contact and call him.
As his phone rang, you pressed your back on the wall, slowly sinking until you were sitting on the floor.
âBaby, I told you I was studying for this test, I canâtââ
âI know about you and Yelena,â you said in a broken voice. You heard him let out an annoyed sigh on the other line.
âDidnât we talk about this already? I told you sheâs notââ
âI know about the party. The day we played baseball andâ that same night you went to a party and fucked her,â you sobbed. You wiped the tears on your face with the back of your hand. âZeke, tell me itâs a lie, tell me you didnât do this, please,  please  tell me you didnât really fuck Yelena,â you begged. âPlease.â
âYou know what? Get some help. Like, psychological help. This isnât normal.â
The silence after Zeke hung up choked you. Your chest rose up and down as you sobbed uncontrollably. Your brain was screaming. Loudly. âMake it stop,â you told yourself. âGet it together. Make it stop.â
Make it stop.
             Make it stop.
                         Make it stop.
                                     Make it stop.
                                                 Make it stop.
 Itâs a lie.
                                                 Make it stop.
He lied to you.
                                                       Stop.
He fucked her.
                                                 Please, stop.
He lied.
                                               I canât breathe.
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                       Inhale.
                                       Exhale.
                      Inhale.
                                      Exhale.
                      Inhale.
                              Inhale.Â
                              Inhale.Â
                              Inhale.
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âŚ
When you woke up, Porco was there.
Your head felt heavy as you tried to sit up, rubbing your eyes. A quick look around let you know you were in your apartment but you werenât sure as to  how , or why your friend was there, his phone on his lap and his eyes looking at you filled with worry.
He whispered your name as if his voice could hurt you. âHow are you feeling?â
âWhat are you doing here?â you asked groggily. You noticed your throat was hurting as well. âWhat hour is it?â you mumbled as you palmed your jean pockets looking for your phone. You found it hidden between two pillows and pressed the power button, trying to see if you had any unread messages.
None.
âPieck called me,â Porco explained. âAnd itâs eight and a half.â
Pieck. Pieck with her friends in the bathroom, Pieck with the text messages. Everything came back to you in a second and you couldnât help but wince at the way your head hurt.
âHow are you feeling?â he insisted. You took a deep breath. The small movement made you realize how much the muscles of your back were hurting along with your arms. You licked your lips, hating how dry they felt against your tongue.
âI broke my phone.â
Porco furrowed his eyebrows. âWhat?â
âIâ I dropped it. Thereâs a crack on the screen.â
He nodded slowly and looked down at his shoes, his forearms resting on his knees. You could almost listen to his loud thoughts, one coming after another inside his head. Porco sighed and turned his head back to you.
âWant me to get it fixed? Marcel knows a guy, Iâm sure he can get it done by tomorrow.â
âNo, itâs okay. Itâs working just fine,â you said, passing your thumb over the crack. âNo need to change it.â
Porco watched your eyes get lost on the dark screen and tightened his lips. He had the urge to throw your phone out of your window, make you understand you had to leave it, that it wasnât good for you, that you didnât need it, that you didnât need  him â
Instead, he nodded.
âWhat happened?â you asked.
Porco paused, deliberating his words before speaking. âPieck called and told me what you guys talked about and that⌠you didnât take it well. She said you were crying andâ that you had a panic attack, so she left the bathroom to look for help. She found Armin and he was the one that helped you regain your breath. Once you settle down, he called Annie to tell her what happened and she picked you up. When I got here you were already asleep on the couch, Annie said it was okay if I waited here.â
âI⌠donât remember much,â you confessed with a grimace. âI donât remember Armin helping me out. Iâ I do remember what Pieck and I talked about, though. Wish I could forget it instead,â you snorted.Â
âWanna talk about it?â
You shook your head. Â Ouch . Why did every muscle of your body hurt so much?
âWanna watch some shitty reality TV?â he offered. He didnât miss the way a small smile appeared on your face.
In a matter of minutes, Porco had gone into your room and brought your laptop, and started looking for the show on Netflix. He put your laptop on his thighs and let you crawl by his side, your head resting against his shoulder.
âWish they had Ink Master,â you sighed, as the intro of Netflixâs newest reality show played on your screen.
âWe both know Netflix doesnât have good shows.â
You snorted. âBlack Mirror is good.â
âAnd yet weâre watching The Circle,â Porco teased you.
âWerenât you the one that binged Season 1 on one night and then asked me to do the same so you could rant?â you reminded him with a playful tone.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he replied nonchalantly, making you chuckle.
What followed next was a comfortable silence. One episode went by and Porco made no attempts to stop it from automatically playing the second episode. You snuggled closer, the fabric of his green jacket feeling nice against your cheek. How long had it been since you felt so much peace with someone else by your side?
In any other situation, you would be commenting on it, pressing pause just to bitch and rant about the contestants or make quick runs to the kitchen. But Porco was sitting still, his eyes fixed on the screen and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He was trying to comfort you the best way he could, knowing any words would fail, he aimed to create a safe space for you and not force you to behave normally when you both knew better than to completely ignore what had happened earlier.
Right. Zeke.
You felt your eyes watering and bit the inside of your cheek to prevent them from falling down. Focusing on your breath, you inhaled and exhaled rhythmically until the knot in your throat seemed to loosen up. Your feelings towards Zeke were confusing, a part of you wanting to run, look for him and demand an explanation. Another part of you wanted to face with, punch his stupid little face until you got tired and leave him on the floor. And another, maybe a bigger part of you wanted him to cradle you in his strong arms, kiss your temple and scratch your skin with his beard as he whispered sweet nothings to you.
You swallowed. Maybe Zeke was right. Maybe you did need psychological help.
Could you trust his words if he were to provide another explanation? Could you ever trust in him again? Most of all, could you trust yourself? Many voices had different opinions inside your head, yet they all agreed on something.
You were miserable.
âEvery time Iâm not with him, Iâm anxious,â you mumbled, the words leaving your mouth before you thought them over. Porco moved his hand to pause the show, but you gestured to him not to. âAnd when heâs with meâŚâ you continued, âI feel like Iâm drowning.â
Your voice cracked at the end. Porcoâs hand twitched, not sure what to do next. Should he hold you, put an arm around your shoulder to comfort you? Should he not move a muscle until you were done? Should he offer a word of comfort? He turned his head to you and noticed tears were silently streaming down your face.
âIf Zeke was in front of me right now and told me Pieck lied her ass off, even after all the proof she showed me today⌠I would believe him. I would,â you sobbed. âAnd I hate myself so much for it. Iâm so tired of this, Iâm so tired of loving him, Pock.â
Porcoâs hand cupped your head, his fingers gently caressing your hair. You snuggled closer to him, his perfume soothing the pain inside your heart and his gentle gesture comforting you. That was the magic Porco had. You knew he wasnât always good with his words and most of the time he preferred to show rather than tell and boy, did he do a spectacular good job at showing you how much he cared.
He was there. Even after you had been ignoring him for over two weeks, he was here with his green jacket and his earthy-scented perfume ready to hold you if you needed him. And you did. You could never think of a moment where you wouldnât want him to be there with you.Â
You wiped your face with the back of your hand and reluctantly pulled away from his touch, turning on your seat so you were facing him. You paused your show and put a strand of your hair behind your ear.
âThank you,â you said, biting down your bottom lip. âFor being here and waiting until I woke up. Iâ Iâve been such a bad friend to you,â you sighed. âIâm so sorry, I justââ
Porco shook his head. âNo. Iâm sorry for what I said the night I stayed here.â
âNo, you donât need toâ I meanâ I wasnât mad about it,â you fumbled with your words, feeling your cheeks heat up.
âI donât know,â Porco shrugged. âFelt like I made you uncomfortable.â
âYou didnât,â you assured him. âThank you for staying with me that night. I really didnât want to be alone.â
âI justâ Can I say something else? Promise this is the last time I talk about it.â You nodded. âI didnât love you the first time I met you,â he blurted, shrugging. âI mean, itâs not like I saw you and caught feelingsâ first time I saw you you were drunk off your ass at Reinerâs party. I was your friend first. Still am, nothing will change that. And honestly? I wouldnât be surprised if my feelings went away,â he chuckled. âWho knows. Might finally meet someone else and fall for them.â
âYeah, maybe youâll meet someone,â you agreed with a strained smile.
âWhatever happens, know that before anything else, Iâm your friend,â Porco said, golden eyes setting on yours. âAnd that will never change. Youâre stuck with me.â
âAnd youâre stuck with me.â
âSee any other reason why Iâm watching a shitty reality show on a Tuesday night?â
At this, you hit Porco with one of the pillows, square on his face. You couldnât help but laugh at his stunned face.
âYouâre  so  fucked,â he said, putting the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.
You took this as a sign to run, the ache in your muscles forgotten at the back of your head as you tried to dodge the pillows Porco was throwing at you. Your legs werenât weak anymore, as you quickly jumped to avoid the furniture and picked up one of the pillows to throw it back at him. Your heart was no longer aching, but jumping as you cackled when Porco tripped and fell. Even if your eyes were watering again, this time was due to the excessive laughter. And yes, your breath was hitching but it was thanks to Porco chasing you around the living room.
You let yourself fall on the floor next to Porco, the coldness of the floor soothing your skin as he dramatically held his knee against his chest like an injured soccer player. You turned your head to him, smiling at his antics as he filled your heart with happiness once more.
Maybe that had been his power all along.
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Pleasantfiesta Round 1 Part 13: Terrano (4/4)
After Stellaâs slightly tumultuous junior year was over, things started to look up again. Her last year at La Fiesta Tech was probably her most fun one.
She now had a pretty good understanding of literature and other forms of human art (especially painting, which she had a knack for). When time would come to find a job, she knew that sheâd want to do something creative.
She spoke with Nancy again, and their first impressions of each other turned out accurate: they definitely get along well. Having an older friend helped Stella picture her post-graduation life, as Nancy gave her precious insights on human adult society.
Stella was both scared and excited to finish her studies and move out of the dorm.Â
She kept perfecting her skills and studying hard, but also made sure to enjoy the company of her friends as long as she could.
She passed her second to last exam with a respectable B+.
During her last semester, she felt comfortable enough in her relationships that she took some risks that didnât always pan out.
Here she autonomously attempted to sweet talk Sunny, but she must have been clumsy because Sunny was not impressed.
Oh well, making mistakes is how you learn.Â
She then apologized and was apparently able to clear up her blunder so well that Sunny came around completely.
After a last stretch of studying, Stella went to her last final exam...
and graduated with an A-!
She celebrated by playing video games until late at night.
On the next day, a heat wave struck La Fiesta Tech.
âEarthlings are lucky to be able to handle this kind of weather! Seems like Iâm not built the same.â
âI guess itâs a good thing Iâm moving out soon. Iâm definitely going to a place with a cooler climate.â Sheâd heard many good things from Nancy about a town called Pleasantview.
She took a page from Haydenâs book and spent the rest of the day in her underwear to try to cool off.
Which Sunny was very much into.
They even had their first kiss together ^^
The emotion, coupled with the heat, was a bit too much though, and Stella collapsed in the hallway.
Nobody lifted a finger to douse her off so it took a little bit, but she regained consciousness eventually.
And that was the end of Stellaâs round! Since sheâs become such close friends with Guy Wrightley, next up will be his household, the Oresha-Hoh-Var fraternity.
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DAY TWELVE
The mattresses in the room of bunk beds are surprisingly comfortable. The metal springs squeak a little if you move too much, but you wake up feeling well-rested.
âNot too bad, right?â Hoseok chirps, swinging out on the ladder and jumping down onto the floor with a thud. Using his laundry from the day before, he unceremoniously swaps his sleep shirt and boxers for some deep green skinny jeans and an orange sweater. Namjoon, more modest and distinctly more sleepy, grabs his clothes and stumbles back to his own room.
âThe beds? Better than I was expecting for sure.â
Hoseok smiles warmly as you hop down the ladder and arrive on steady ground again, toes curling into the carpet. He fiddles quickly with a chunky watch, doing up the links. âBreakfast is downstairs if you want it.â
You throw him a teasing grin. âNot if youâre making it, thanks.â
He has the good graces to pretend to be offended, before tugging you into a playful side-hug, ignoring your squeak of surprise. âNo, you cheeky fucker, Jungkook bought pancake mix. He texted me saying thereâs plenty for everyone.â
âJungkook making breakfast?â you ask dubiously, but the warm image of pancakes for breakfast makes your stomach growl. âLet me get dressed real quick and Iâll come down.â
Jungkook, it seems, is starting out the day cheerful as ever. He gives you a big grin when you, Namjoon and Hoseok come down for breakfast, and he makes sure to dish up the biggest pancakes for you, before taking the second biggest for himself.
Jin raises a teasing brow when you come down accompanied by the two men, Namjoon still with his hair ruffled up awkwardly from his slumber. âLong night?â he questions with a cheesy wink.
Hoseok catches on to the teasing nature, letting out a dramatic sigh. âSadly, Namjoon wanted a rest day, so we didnât enjoy any funny business.â
Jungkook watches the three of you closely, lips tightening just a little bit before he breaks out into a cheeky smile. âI think Y/n would have been too tired out to do anything more anyway.â
You choke on air, a forkful of pancakes blessedly not in your mouth yet. Beside you, Hoseok chuckles awkwardly. âGoodness, JK, we heard enough yesterday. The gym walls are not as thick as they should be.â
Instead of blushing like you are, Jungkook puffs his chest up. âIâve never heard Y/n scream like that with any of you guys. Then again; I bet you havenât made her squirt like I did.â
This time you arenât so fortunate, coughing on a mouthful that youâd anxiously stuffed in to keep yourself occupied. You send Yoongi a grateful look as he slides you a glass of water.
âJesus, Jungkook,â Jin grimaces, âweâre trying to eat breakfast.â
You keep your eyes down, confused by Jungkookâs behaviour and more than a little embarrassed.
When you hear Namjoon speak up, his voice is strangely tensed. âThatâs really not appropriate.â
A heated pause. âThis is literally a porn show,â Jungkook states defensively, âsex is the whole reason weâre here. I think everyoneâs forgetting this is a competition about being the best in bed, Iâm just- You know what, never mind, pretend I didnât say anything.â
âYou just what?â Namjoon questions. Itâs unlike him to be argumentative, and you shift in your seat, taking another sip of the ice-cold water. âDid you really make us all pancakes just so you could gloat? Y/n is a person, not a video game, Jungkook. Have a little respect.â
Jungkook doesnât respond, but when you glance up, the frustrated rolling of his eyes and furious stabbing of his fork in a pancake speaks volumes.
Yoongi pinches his brow. âJin-hyung, can you pass the syrup? Thanks.â
Namjoon stares expectantly at the youngest Gentleman for a few moments, before letting out a light huff and returning to his food.
Silence continues for a moment or two before Taehyung pipes up, voice tiny in the oppressive tension. âHow many people still have to do their prompts this week? I havenât done mine yet.â
Yoongi sends him a lightly exasperated look. âReally?â
Taehyung gives a small shrug, glancing to the camboy sitting beside him. âI mean⌠I donât think we need to be explicit but this show is about sex. I feel like itâs equally bad if we donât talk about it at all, you know?â
âThe kidâs right,â Jin allows with a wry grin. âIâve done mine. Tuesday; though I suppose some of you saw.â
Jimin cocks his head, lost. âSaw? Uh, yes, I havenât done my prompt yet. Actually, uh, if you guys wanna take part, stay in the lounge tonight. I need an audience.â
You send him an inquiring look. âWhat about me?â
Jimin lets out a short laugh. âYour participation is kind of mandatory. Please stay in the lounge too.â
You appreciate the slow brushes of conversation that ease the tension away. âAm I an audience member or a volunteer?â You grimace suddenly. âWait, fuck, it isnât like a circus act or something, right? You arenât a magician?â
âDonât worry, the show wonât be that kind of magic,â he promises.
You go to reply, but your attention is caught by the way Jungkook is openly glaring at Namjoon like heâs waiting for something. âKook?â you question.
Jungkookâs eye twitches. âWhy arenât you saying anything now, Namjoon? So they get to talk about sex but I canât?â
Jin sucks in harshly through his teeth, sending a look of alarm to the youngest. âOkay, break it up, thatâs enough. Jungkook, any more smart comments and you can leave. Weâll talk privately if you need it.â
Jungkook lets out a bitter scoff, but Namjoon is already rising hastily, banging the edge of the table in his haste to get up. âIâll go,â he urges, âyou all can enjoy your breakfast in peace.â
Nobody seems to even breathe as the sounds of Namjoonâs footsteps fade away, a door upstairs shutting harshly.
Yoongi has his face bent, thumb and forefinger pressing to his forehead, like a headache is coming on. âWhat the fuck was that?â he muses tiredly.
Jungkook doesnât answer, staring at his pancakes like heâs trying to make them burst into flames.
You bite your tongue harshly, unsettled by how tempers flared so quickly. Unsure of what to do, you stare at Jungkook for a moment. You donât want it to seem like youâre picking a side, but he has five others around him, and Namjoon is upstairs alone. You slide your chair out, quieter than last time. âIâm just going to check on him. Jungkook; youâre fine, Iâm not angry.â
He breaks out of his death stare at his breakfast to send you a look of bewilderment, but Yoongi is already clicking his tongue disapprovingly. âWell, I am,â the second eldest declares, and you rush upstairs before the scolding begins.
Namjoon answers, albeit reluctantly, when you knock on the door and call out to him. Heâs well and truly awake and alert now, hair combed down sullenly, the purple looking more faded than ever against the rich blue of his long-sleeved t-shirt. âAre you okay?â he asks with a tired frown.
Your brows lift automatically. âThat is the exact question I came up here to ask. Can I come in?â
His bedroom is even more tidy than usual, now that he hasnât been sleeping there. You sit down on the edge of his bed, feeling an unsettling swirl of dread.
âIâm sorry about Jungkook,â is the first thing out of his mouth as he sits down beside you, shoulders hunched like heâs making himself as small as possible.
You shake your head slowly. âYou shouldnât apologise on other peopleâs behalf. Heâll say sorry if he wants to.â
Namjoon pauses for a moment. âThen Iâm sorry about contributing to the uncomfortable atmosphere.â
Despite the situation, your mouth quirks into a grin and your eyes soften. âForgiven. Iâm more worried than angry, you know? About the both of you.â
Namjoon lets out a sigh, eyes dancing aimlessly around the room, no doubt pondering complex concepts at the speed of light like he usually was. âThis is probably to be expected, right? Tension. I didnât think Iâd be the one involved, though.â
âAh, it wouldnât be a reality show without some drama,â you allow, scooting back on the bed so you can tuck your feet up, crossing your legs. âWeâve just gotta move past it, I guess.â
âDidnât it make you uncomfortable?â Namjoon blurts suddenly, cringing at the volume of his voice. âHim talking about you so publicly like that?â
You run your tongue along the inside of your cheek. âIt took me off guard for sure. I donât know; I guess sex is kind of our currency in here, you know? Him being so, uh, bold about it out of nowhere is pretty weird, though.â You shrug it off. âMaybe he slept bad last night.â
Namjoon searches your face. âIâm too much of a prude, arenât I? Things like that bother me, so why did I sign up for a porn show?â
You turn to face him, brows knitted in sympathy. âJust because others are more open doesnât mean being modest is a bad thing. Donât let Jungkookâs bad mood make you believe that you donât belong on the show or that you need to change. Okay?â
The two of you share a tender moment of eye contact, before Namjoon laughs shyly and turns his head away. You grin at him. âWhat?â
âItâs stupid,â Namjoon deflects, âitâs not the time.â
âNot the time for what?â you press. âTell me; Iâm curious now.â
Namjoonâs eyes dart up, pausing briefly at your lips. âI just⌠I really wanted to kiss you.â
Your heart swells, but you keep your face open, your voice barely louder than a whisper. âThen you should kiss me.â
All the breath leaves his lungs in a rush, but before he can inhale again, heâs propelling himself forward, wide hands cradling your jaw steady so your lips can join, a little uncoordinated but perfect nonetheless.
The small whimper of surprise is muffled by his lips, but you quickly melt into him, hands clutching at the front of his shirt for stability.
You can taste the remnants of breakfast, the sweet stickiness of maple syrup on his lips. You deepen the kiss to seek out more of the flavour, breaths escaping your nose as you donât dare part for a second. Namjoon seems equally enraptured, shy flicks of his tongue making your head spin.
You lean in until your wrists are pinned between his chest and yours, and then lean in more, wanting to be close. Like oxygen to fire, the more contact you get the more desperate you become, and when his hands lower to lift you easily onto his lap, grinding you unconsciously against his erection, you feel ablaze.
âI need to-nm-do my prompt,â Namjoon murmurs out, teeth catching on your tongue with how deeply you kiss.
You swallow, leaning back slightly to take a breath in. âWe donât have to now,â you assure, moving your hands up to stabilise yourself on his shoulders so that he cranes his neck up to chase your lips. âOr have you graduated from Hoseokâs School of Sexual Prowess already.â
You smile down at the way his eyes flutter shut with a crooked grin, delicate crescent moon lash line a deep brown against his tanned skin. His lips are flushed and swollen, and he swallows like a man parched before he speaks, blinking blearily up at you. âI prefer to learn on the job,â he quips hoarsely.
You grin, leaning down to nudge him slightly to the side with your nose, giving you a better angle to leave a trail of light kisses from the corner of his mouth to the top of his jaw, tugging on his earlobe just enough that you feel his dick twitch against you. âWhatâs it gonna be, then? Am I a naughty student? Slacking receptionist? Do I need to sign for a package, delivery boy?â
The chuckle Namjoon lets out is pained and reluctant. âWas that what you were hoping for? Itâs a bit more romantic than that.â
âRomantic is good,â you assure, letting his arms on your hips hold you steady as you lean back and search his face. âDo I get any more clues? Tell me something.â
When he blinks up at you, thereâs something open and earnest in his gaze, like heâs left behind that shy boy that blushes at any mention of sex. âLet me show you, love.â
He cradles your back and lays you down on his bed so delicately it takes your breath away. Without speaking, he presses his lips to yours again, and once again you feel unanchored in an ocean, kept floating by the pressure of his proximity. Slower than usual, you move against each other; his hands bracing him up by the pillow, your leg hitched up over his waist to keep him close. Between the soft cushioning of his bed and the solid heat of his body, you feel secure and safe, eyes closed so that he fills your other senses entirely.
The sweetness of the maple syrup on his tongue and lips has long since melted away, but it leaves behind his natural flavour, one you think you prefer more. Aftershave still clings to his cheeks, tingling your nostrils, but past it is the bright candylike scent of his orange blossom shampoo, and they mix dizzily as the ends of his hair brush your skin.
Need begins to pool between your legs, but it doesnât drive you, instead staying muted in the background like the pleasant heat of a bubbling jacuzzi, hips rocking lazily without any true purpose as you focus on the shocks of pleasure when your tongues connect.
Itâs impossible to tell how long the two of you stay like that, no urgency or haste, just enjoying the intimacy and closeness of shared breaths and swollen lips. When he trails a hand down to slip under your shirt, even his slightly calloused fingertips running up your side is enough to make you whimper, sensitised to every touch.
Namjoon groans when his palm covers your breast, gripping it and swiping a thumb over your stiffened peak, arousing even through the fabric of your bra, his mouth only leaving yours for the second it takes to push your shirt over and off, connecting again with a small grunt of need.
Though Namjoonâs body is hot like a furnace against you, the open air still causes you to shiver, arching your back so Namjoon can blindly locate the hooks on your bra, able to slip it off you in no time at all.
This time, when his teeth tug at your lip and you feel the uninhibited contact of his fingertip tracing a circle around your nipple, itâs like a spike of electricity straight to your core, igniting that spark of full-blown arousal. Namjoonâs lips quirk against yours when you let a moan catch in your throat.
When he shifts down, youâre expecting his mouth on your breast, or perhaps him to sit up to take his own clothes off, but he doesnât go nearly that far. Instead he presses your jaw up, exposing your neck but laying kisses on the underside of your chin first.
Perhaps itâs that you werenât expecting that touch, or perhaps such a unique place isnât used to that type of attention, but his swollen lips caressing just below your jaw feels magical, eyelids fluttering as he sucks so, so gently.
His hand never leaves your breast, massaging the flesh, tracing where your regular skin pebbles into the dusky areola, nail dragging teasingly over the bud, and your mind is working itself into knots trying to process all the sensations heâs stirring in you.
If his first time was thrilling, this was nothing short of electric, neon bursts of colour behind your eyelids the only thing you can see. As his kisses slowly venture lower, dipping to the base of your neck, pulse throbbing against him, you picture your nerve endings like purple strands of electricity in a plasma ball, lighting up with every touch of his fingers, lips and tongue to your skin.
âNa-Namjoon,â you gasp out, swallowing to ease the dryness in your throat, âdonât tease, I need you.â
Namjoon shifts lower, but not low enough, chin resting on your chest as he looks up at you with a pleased smile, clearly satisfied with his improvement from last time. âBut love, thereâs no rush. We have the rest of our lives, remember? To have and to hold,â he rumbles lowly, pressing  two light kisses to the top of your heaving breasts, âtil death do us part.â
Your eyes widen. âOh.â
Namjoonâs lip twitches. âOh,â he repeats playfully. Goosebumps break out on the tops of your arms at this sudden brazenness. Heâd clearly been doing plenty of talking with Hoseok, and to see his hard work pay off in your pleasured reactions probably gave him a burst of confidence. âAre you going to be patient for me now, love? Let me savour you?â
Your breath catches in your throat, so you just nod shakily.
Satisfied with your response, Namjoon quirks a lip before using the very tip of his tongue to trail a circle around your nipple, just wide enough that the bud strains for his attention. Your fingers clutch his sides, annoyingly still clothed, as he moves to the other one, still giving your nipple a wide berth. âC-come on, Joonie,â you complain hoarsely, âI need more.â
When he looks up at you from below his lashes and sucks one nipple slowly into his mouth, tongue pressing it against his upper teeth, you hiss sharply, releasing the air in a breathy moan. Namjoon suckles at you gently, still languid but no longer avoiding your most sensitive areas, and the hand not propping him up begins rolling the other one between his fingers, making you shudder.
Youâre so wet between your legs itâs growing uncomfortable, and so you cant your hips up towards him, hoping he gets the message. He tuts at you, but pulls off your nipple with a wet pop and sits up to undress further.
Namjoon shucks his own shirt without ceremony before his fingers find your waistband, and you let him slide off your pants and underwear as you lie back and enjoy the sight of his thick chest and smooth stomach, a trail of dark baby hairs disappearing past his jeans that you didnât remember noticing the first time you slept with him.
He takes off those jeans, his boxers too, and joins you on the bed again, running a warm palm up your side. âI want to taste you,â he announces simply, carding a hand through his hair to keep it out of your face.
âFuck, please.â You watch with wide eyes as he lies on his stomach, hands dipping under your thighs to lift and part them. The exposed air has you clenching instinctively, and you swear you can see his eyes dilate at the sight. âNamjoon,â you whine, back arching in impatience.
âShh, love, Iâve got you,â he assures, peppering kisses from just below your knees, down your thighs until you can feel his breath on your core. âSo beautiful.â
You can barely breathe, head propped up on the pillow to stare down the plains of your chest and stomach to the insanely attractive man between your legs. Though youâd grown fond of the kinkier, wild scenes - in fact, your dreams at night had taken a turn since joining the show - something about seeing Namjoon so at his element in this domestic atmosphere has you dripping.
Like he has all the time in the world, he locks eyes with you and blows a wave of slightly cool air over your folds. You breathe out a groan, sending him what you hope is a convincing-enough pleading gaze. He smiles placidly, licks his lips, ducks his head even further, and-
And blows another stream, this time narrowed and colder, directly over your clit. You shudder and buck instinctively in his grip, his hands on your thighs keeping you spread.
âCome on,â you gasp out, âHoseokâs made you into a fucking demon!â
âOh, trust me,â Namjoon murmurs, âHoseokâs version was way kinkier than this. Iâm trying to be romantic and sensual.â
You shift again, fruitlessly trying to wiggle your hips closer. âIt would be really fucking romantic if you would actually put your mouth on my-ah!â
Just like you know Hoseok would (you donât know whether to thank him or curse him for this), Namjoon strikes when you least expect it, and when you most need it.
Though his mouth is small, his tongue is no less nimble, darting deeply through your folds to collect your juices and using them to slurp harshly at your clit. You jerk, hand shooting down to latch in his hair, but he continues that constant, unyielding vacuum until youâre squirming hopelessly beneath him, finally pulling off with the slightest graze of teeth.
âHappy now?â he retorts, swollen lips glossy with your slick. His hands tighten on your thighs. âHold them.â
Invigorated by his command, you rush to grasp the backs of your knees, keeping your legs up and spread for him. âFuck, so good, Joonie, w-want more.â
Now with two hands freed, itâs no surprise when two fingers find their way into your wet heat, twisting inside you with every smooth thrust. His chin is smeared with your wetness when he lowers it to continue laving his tongue over your sensitive clit, but he groans sinfully into you, like heâs getting just as much pleasure from it as you are.
Once he really gets going, heâs merciless, his fingers so thick that you donât even need a third one to really feel him filling you, hooking up to rub at your g-spot every now and again to hear the involuntary whimpers you give out.
You hold onto your own knees for dear life, writhing under him as a hot coil tightens inside you. âFu-fuck, Joonie, Iâm getting close.â
His mouth detaches from your clit for a bare moment, enough for him to pant out a groan and stare lustily up at you. âDonât cum yet,â he instructs lowly, âyouâre going to cum on my cock this time, love.â
You whine, biting your lip harshly to try and distract from the building pleasure. âThen you have to- have to stop, Joonie,â you shudder out reluctantly.
To your surprise, Namjoon is even more begrudging than you are, tugging out his fingers to chase a last few indulgent licks up your seam before he finally sits up to kneel, panting. âAre you ready for me?â
You feel yourself grow impossibly wetter at the sight of him grasping his length, slipping it through your folds to slick it up. âYes, god yes, I need it, need your cock,â you garble.
Namjoonâs eyes flutter shut for a moment, before he presses his head to your entrance, sinking in barely an inch to test your reaction. âCanât wait to fill you up, love,â he admits, abs clenching with the effort it takes to sink in slowly. âFuck a baby into you, my perfect girl.â
Your heart races at his words, clenching around. âGod, yes, Joonie, please.â Though all the Gentlemen were well aware you were on birth control, there was something wildly erotic about the thought of it. âFill me up, wanna be good for you.â
Finally he bottoms out, and your thighs shake at the stretch. With your hips tilted up, it almost feels like heâs fucking right into your stomach, so deep your mind struggles to process the sensations. He heaves a few breaths, giving you a chance to squeeze around him experimentally and grow accustomed to him filling you so completely.
You mumble out your permission for him to move breathily, the air punched out of your lungs when he pulls out only to drive deep inside of you in one slick thrust. Your mouth drops open once he begins to thrust, holding onto your knees for dear life as they tremble uncontrollably.
âGod, look at you,â Namjoon pants out, chest heaving with excitement or exertion, perhaps a mix of both. One of his palms presses against the top of your stomach, increasing the pressure of his cock inside you. ââBe so beautiful with my baby inside you, love, tummy swollen. Iâll take good care of you, would you like that?â
You have to squeeze your eyes shut to put all your focus into speaking. âYe-yeah, I want that, Joonie,â you manage to articulate, his length keeping your mouth watering whenever heâs inside you. âGonna be such a good daddy, Joon.â
Like a switch being flicked, Namjoon suddenly jerks, going rigid. Your eyes open blearily when he stills inside you, and you moan openly at the fucked-out look on his face, his eyes lidded and hair wild.
âS-say that again,â he commands, and your mouth drops open at the desperate grate to his voice.
So Namjoon liked to be called⌠âDaddy,â you whine experimentally, grinning when his cock twitches, hips juddering. âWant you to fuck me, Daddy, please move.â
âGod, love, so fucking perfect for me,â he makes out before he starts off again with a renewed vigor, hands kneading at your breasts, at the flesh of your hips, at your ass as he lifts you up to meet his every thrust.
The feeling of him fucking into you so intensely has you feeling delirious, unsure if the ringing in your ears is actually the sounds of your own cries, torn from your throat with every slap of his balls against your ass, the weight of his hips jerking you into the pillow more and more every time.
You feel the pressure of his body hovering just above you, the angle of his thrusts changing, then suddenly his mouth is on your breast again, sucking harshly at the nipple. With the way your body moves beneath him, he canât help but scrape his teeth against you a couple times, but it just makes the pleasure soar higher, neon starbusts of colour behind your eyelids when you squeeze them closed.
âClose again,â you warn desperately, losing the grip on one of your knees due to the sweat gathering there. With one up and one down, the angle changes again, and you reach out blindly to latch onto his upper arm, screaming at the heights of pleasure. âCan I cum this time, Daddy, please let me cum!â
âFuck, give it to me, cum for me,â he growls out around your breast, and you see stars.
The orgasm that rips through you is powerful enough that all your senses fade suddenly away, unable to feel anything expect a rush of pleasure all the way down to your toes, boneless yet convulsing as he pistons his hips into you once, twice, three more times until heâs taken by the way you clench tightly around him.
He laps clumsily, wetly at your nipple as he spills inside you, before the two of you are completely drained of energy. Panting, heaving, you donât even manage to catch your breath before youâre falling into slumber, Namjoon still inside you.
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âHe told us to wait here, right?â you ask anxiously.
There are six of you gathered on the couches in the lounge. Television off, the silence is weirdly uncomfortable. Perhaps thatâs just because you know that everyone is waiting here not only to see Jimin, but to see what Jimin is going to do to you.
Hoseok, tucked into the smallest corner of the couch on the right, huffs lightly at your question. âHeâs Jimin, Y/n. Either heâs up there primping or heâs just making you wait to be obnoxious.â
Perched beside him with a glass of whisky, two fingers full, Yoongi sends a droll glare to Hoseok. âBold words for a man whoâs choosing to watch the show.â
âIâm curious, sue me.â
âI think we all are,â Namjoon adds, curled up beside you in the central position of the three couches. âI think the only one that knows his prompt is Tae.â
Taehyung turns to answer, propped up against Jinâs side on the left, but the eldest interrupts, a crease of worry between his brows. âNot all of us, it seems,â he points out. âDonât you find it strange that Jungkook isnât here?â
âDoes he know?â Taehyung wonders, fingers dipping into his pocket to reach for his phone.
Yoongi frowns. âHe knows. He asked me not to make him anything for dinner tonight. Said he wasnât feeling well. Didnât seem like he was sick, just⌠distressed. I think you should talk with him, Jin.â
Jin sucks in a breath, pauses, and exhales again, jaw flexing. âSure.â
The six of you lapse into a slightly strained silence again, before Namjoon gets restless, shifting beside you until he finally clears his throat and looks up at Yoongi. âWhat is for dinner, hyung?â
âWe didnât really have much for lunch, so Iâm thinking steak and pasta,â the doctor offers up. âThereâs some carbonara sauce in the pantry that looks good.â
Taehyung coughs nervously. âDo we have steak? I didnât think there were-â
âWe had plenty this morning when I checked,â Yoongi cuts in evenly. âShould I be aware of any recent developments?â
The masseuse pouts, leaning further into Jinâs side like heâll protect him. âWell⌠Itâs just that I feel so bad for Mango! The kennel I bought online isnât as insulated as I hoped it would be and I know she gets lonely.â
Yoongi groans, going lax on the leather of the couch. âSo you figured sheâd what? Cuddle with the steaks?â
âI just figured maybe if I gave her nice food sheâd cheer up,â Taehyung adds, âand it was just two! Are you mad at me?â
âNo, I guess Iâm not. Jungkook isnât eating anyway, andâŚâ Yoongi grins. âAs penance, you can have plain pasta and watch the rest of us enjoy our perfectly cooked steaks.â
Taehyung throws himself against Jin dramatically, but even as he moans in misery, a relieved smile crooks at his lips. âI suppose,â he drawls begrudgingly, and once again a light atmosphere fills the room, like everyoneâs just sighed out a breath of relief.
You lean onto the arm of the couch, facing Taehyung. âTae, Jiminâs prompt isnât too, like, intense, right?â
He cocks his head. âWhat do you mean? For him or for you?â
âUhâŚâ Your mind whirls blankly, cheeks heating up as you draw the attention of the other guys. âFor- for me. So far some of the scenes have been pretty taxing, and I guess I just didnât expect such a jump up from Week One.â
Instead of laughing or teasing, the others go a little solemn, perhaps even bashful. âJiminâs isnât super crazy, Y/n, donât worry,â Taehyung assures quickly.
Yoongi bites down hard on his tongue, jaw popping. âWe didnât go too hard on you, did we?â
You suck in a breath. âI mean- No, not individually. It builds up though, you know?â Something niggles in the back of your mind, something youâve wondered for a while. âDo you guys talk about it?â
Hoseok hesitates. âAbout fucking you?â
Your cheeks are on fire as you curl up small in the corner. âNot- Not that specifically, but just⌠Do you guys discuss who goes when and who has what? I kinda wondered why you spread yourselves out, if itâs just a coincidence or if you- Never mind, itâs stupid.â
âWe kinda do,â Hoseok admits freely. âLike, obviously we donât all sit down in a room brainstorming or something-â You donât miss the way Taehyung and Namjoon instinctively lock gazes, though you canât quite read their expressions. Hoseok continues, âbut we do chat with each other and try and give each other space.â
Jin shrugs easily. âYeah, like, Iâll just say in the groupchat, âIâm planning on doing my scene outside, look outside at your own riskâ or whatever.â The eldest stiffens as heâs fixed with several glares of alarm, including your own. âWhat? Were we not meant to tell her about the groupchat?â
Your mouth drops open. âYou guys have a groupchat without me? I wanna see!â
âThat defeats the purpose of you not being in the group chat,â Yoongi points out, though his grin is more sheepish than mischievous.
You make a noise of exasperation, ready to protest further, but before you can open your mouth the doorbell rings.
Everyone freezes.
After a moment, the doorbell rings again.
âYou should go get it,â Taehyung supplies helpfully, eyes on you. âMight be interesting.â
Your heart picks up with the cool thread of adrenaline. Itâs time. All eyes are on you as you sit up and make your way out to the foyer, the tile cool under your bare feet.
Though the door is a rich mahogany, clouded glass panels on either side betray a dark figure, perfectly still. Even though you can barely see the outline, thereâs no deny the expectant tilt of their head belongs to none other than Jimin.
By the time you pad up to the door and turn the knob, his hand is outstretched to ring the bell a third time, and his mouth parts in surprise before giving you a pleasant beam.
Youâd been wondering if he was meant to be a delivery guy, a mechanic, something along those lines, but your first glance over him proves you wrong.
His blue hair is glossy enough to reflect the light of the lamp above the doorway, curled in graceful swoops on his forehead and temples. Though he always wore makeup, it was clear heâs set to impress, with a bold russet red lip, powerful black eyeliner and a spot of gold under each eye.
Heâs taller than usual, and you glance down automatically, to be greeted with the most gorgeous black heels, stiletto points giving him an extra few inches of height. The shoes make his legs look a mile long, and you suck in a breath as you follow them up, realising theyâre completely bare, the only adornment a sinfully tight pair of black fishnets that dig in to his thighs and calves.
In fact, all he seems to be wearing otherwise is a black trenchcoat, falling to mid-thigh and with the sash tied so tightly it accentuates his narrow waist.
All put together, he looks like sin personified, the kind sailors drown for. You canât help but want to dive in yourself. Trying to go along with the roleplay, you play dumb. âDo I, uh, do I know you?â
Jiminâs smile broadens as his arm falls, hand resting snugly on his hip. âYou will soon, sweetness.â Usually one for pinks, nudes and clear glosses, seeing him suddenly in a deep red makes you realise just how full his lips are. You miss the feeling of them on you. âDid Taehyung not tell you I was coming?â
âDid Tae-?â You clear your throat, unsure how to proceed. This Jimin was Amazonian; bruisingly pretty and intimidating in his grace. âI guess not? Was he supposed to?â
His eyes crinkle empathetically, darting past you into the foyer. âLetâs talk inside, shall we? Iâm not exactly dressed for the outdoors.â
���Oh, fuck!â you blurt instinctively, and you swear his lip twitches before youâre backing away hastily, ushering him inside. âIâm so sorry, please come in! Do you want me to take your coat? I donât- I donât know what you need.â
Jimin steps inside and closes the door behind him in one smooth motion, punctuated only by the click of his heels on the tile. He reaches out to pat your cheek, only somewhat condescendingly. âNo wonder, sweetness, you didnât even know I was coming.â That isnât quite true, but in the scheme of things, you may as well not have known he was doing his scene tonight at all for all itâs helping you. âWhy donât you lead me to Taehyung? I assume heâs here.â
âOf course heâs- I mean, yes, heâs here. Right this way.â
The two of you only have a short trip to the lounge, where no doubt the other five have been straining their ears to eavesdrop, but every strike of his heels against the floor behind you has the hairs on the nape of your neck standing on end.
In the lounge, the guys are all turned around in their seats to shamelessly ogle Jimin, Taehyung the only one without the gobsmacked look on his face - though even he takes in an unsteady breath at how gorgeous the man looks.
You make your way to him, standing awkwardly in front of the couch that him and Jin share. Turning back to face Jimin, you canât help but match Taehyungâs reaction. Jimin looks even more radiant in the decent lighting of the room. You can see now his trenchcoat is a lush fabric, slightly thicker than silk, and deeply matte. Around the inside of the collar is a faint embossed silver logo, promoting Chanel as the designer of that piece.
Ignoring the stunned silence of the room, Jimin slinks immediately to Taehyung, tipping his chin up with his knuckles. âDid you not tell Y/n about me, hm?â he questions with a faux pout. âKept it a secret, our naughty Taehyungie.â
The masseuse wilts pleadingly under Jiminâs gaze, and the responding wicked grin makes you think that Jimin probably told him to keep quiet, only to tell him off for it now. âSorry, Minnie,â Taehyung mutters nonetheless. âWanted it to be a surprise.â
âDid you now?â Jimin lets go of him, stepping back. âI suppose we should get down to business, then. Are you all leaving, or do I have an audience tonight?â Glancing around imperiously, you watch as his eyes dart back and forth, smile faltering. His breath catches, eyes dull with disappointment that he quickly masks under a broad smile. âItâs just the six of you, then?â
Your heart aches as you think of the missing person still upstairs in his room. âYeah, itâs just us.â
Always the professional, Jimin moves on without comment. âWell, then, sweetness; take a seat and get comfortable. Youâre a lucky girl tonight.â
Your mouth feels dry even as it waters. Taking your seat beside Namjoon again, you watch in rapt anticipation as Jimin slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out his phone, fiddling with something on it as he strolls slowly into the center of the room, just in front of the television.
âWe have a few rules,â Jimin announces. âNo heckling, no getting drunk while Iâm here, and no touching unless I give you permission. Theyâre simple, so I expect you to follow them. Got it?â
With his back to the group as he sets up his phone, youâre unsure who exactly heâs addressing, but some of you make general hums of confirmation, all the attention on Jimin.
When the music starts - a deep, thrumming beat with a sensual pace - you can see the change in him immediately, even from the back. His shoulders adjust, head tips back slightly like heâs letting it run through him, and his fingers find the knot of his sash.
You can barely comprehend the fact that Jimin is about to dance for you, breath caught in your throat when his hips begin to sway and the fabric of his trenchcoat loosens, slipping down just enough to reveal the tops of his shoulders, bare except two skinny black straps.
Following the groove of the music, he rocks his head back, hips shifting side to side, and lets the coat fall an inch at a time. A tight black bodice is revealed, structured leather with a soft velvet trim that covers most of his back. Sleeves dangling right at the ends of his fingertips, the coat dips just below the swells of his ass, which are clad in a racy g-string, a thicker band of lace low across his hips and a narrow one running down the middle of his cheeks. Letting the coat go completely, the last of his back silhouette is exposed, the leather garter straps that hold those fishnet stockings up.
âShit!â Yoongi hisses under his breath, hands glinting in the light and whiskey glass significantly emptier than before. A dark patch spreads across one leg of his pants, evidence of him spilling his drink.
Though he was quiet, Jimin picks up on it, and turns smoothly, lightly surprised and heavily amused, watching Yoongi squirm in embarrassment as he approaches.
If the view from the back is breathtaking, seeing Jimin full-frontal is another level. The bodice has clearly been tailored for someone with a flat chest, but the shape no less speaks to the feminine style of a bra, roughly triangular leather covering the upper half of his chest to meet the smooth velvet straps. The whole piece is just short enough that it leaves a stripe of skin between fabrics, his hipbones jutting out gracefully and guiding your gaze lower, where the front of his lace panties strain with the size of his length, the tip threatening to peek out the top.
Heâs hard, you notice with a start, and from the hazy look on everyoneâs faces, theyâve noticed it too. Jimin likes this.
When heâs standing in front of Yoongi, towering over the other in his heels, he reaches out a hand silently, eyes darting to the glass in Yoongiâs hand.
The elder gulps, holding it up, blushing as Jimin wraps one hand around Yoongiâs wrist, and takes the glass from him with the other. In a graceful swill, he downs the last of Yoongiâs whiskey, not even wincing. Teasingly, he bends down to place the empty glass directly over Yoongiâs crotch, making him hiss.
Like he has all the time in the world, Jimin straightens up again and tugs the wrist in his grasp higher. Locking eyes, Jimin parts his lips and wraps them around the base of Yoongiâs thumb, sucking off the spilt liquor.
Yoongi groans lowly, cheeks stained red as his eyes flutter shut in a mix of pleasure and humiliation. As Jimin makes his way through all of Yoongiâs fingers, bobbing his head obscenely and swirling his tongue, you think you see the empty glass wobble on Yoongiâs lap, like his cock is twitching in his pants. Fuck. Itâs not even you getting the full weight of Jiminâs attention and you already feel dizzy with need.
Once heâs done, Jimin lets go and Yoongiâs hand falls limply to his side. Satisfied, he moves to the center of the room again, hips fluid with the flow of the music.
A cursory glance around the room shows that youâre not the only one heavily affected. Beside you Namjoon is restless, shifting back and forth from spreading his legs to ease the pressure, and clenching them together to try and hide the bulge in his pants. Hoseok looks pale, eyes wide and locked onto Jiminâs ass as he walks away from their couch.
On the other side, Taehyung and Jin are significantly more shameless; Jin rests a hand on the back of Taeâs neck and tugs at the curls of hair there as the younger boy ruts against his thigh, curled into his side even as the two of them focus on the attraction in the centre of the room.
You can only imagine how fucked out you must look too, wriggling against the couch cushion seeking friction with your heart thudding in your chest. The effect is only heightened when Jimin locks his eyes to you and begins to dance.
One day, a few of you were gathered in this very lounge, having enough drinks to get a bit silly and uncoordinated. Jimin had told you all a little bit about his dancing career. From what heâd said, you formed this mental image of him in soft makeup and satin shoes, dainty but powerful in front of an adoring crowd. The way he spoke about music - too much of a heavyweight to be as incoherent as the rest of you - made it seem like it was his greatest love, a match made in heaven.
Though now pirouettes and grand jetĂŠs had been replaced by spread legs and lidded eyes, you could still see that passion he spoke of. It enchanted you like a snake charmer or a siren, and arousal entwines endlessly with awe in your stomach.
After what feels like the shortest eternity, the music of the first song fades out, and Jimin straightens up, exhaling a breath like heâs releasing its hold from his body to make room for the next.
The tune that fills the room next has a decently higher tempo than the first one, each beat punctuated by a clap, and he grins when he hears it, stalking forwards.
Between Jimin and the rest of you is a coffee table, and he makes his way around to Taehyung and Jin, eyes sparkling at how Taehyung straddles Jinâs thigh, blinking up at the dancer owlishly.
âOh, baby,â Jimin coos, âenjoying the show?â
Taehyung nods, not shy but too wound up to speak.
At the lack of verbal response, Jimin grins, perching himself on Jinâs other thigh, making the eldest hiss. âTaehyungie,â Jimin calls in a sing-song voice, fingers winding into his hair, just above Jinâs, âyou still havenât paid me for my services, you know?â
âH-huh?â Poor Taehyung looks barely coherent, interrupted from his grind and staring weakly at Jiminâs glossy lips. You canât imagine youâd be faring any better in his situation. âWhat- How do I pay you?â
Jimin faux pouts. âNormally Iâm very expensive,â he admits lowly, but the room is silent apart from the music, and since itâs just playing from his phone, it doesnât impede the rest of you listening in. âBut I like you. Iâll take my payment tomorrow. You know what I mean, right?â
Taehyung nods dumbly, obediently, making the dancer grin wickedly.
Fixing his attention on Jin, Jimin trails his fingertips up his thigh and traces the outline of Jinâs cock in his makes, making him groan. âTake good care of my baby tonight, wonât you?â
Jin sucks in a shaky breath, eyes darting to Taehyung, but the curly-haired boy just whines and buries his face in the crook of Jinâs neck, a wordless display. âYou got it, Min.â
From the other side of the room, a click of the tongue catches your attention. Hoseok is straight-faced, extricating himself from the corner of the couch to stand up and make his way out.
Jimin swiftly stands in front of him to impede his way. âWhere are you going?â
Hoseok rolls his eyes with a shrug. âI came, I saw, I sated my curiosity. Iâm not interested in waiting in line to be fondled, thank you very much.â
Jimin seems to have forgotten the music, eyes gleaming as he faces off the dom. âPoor baby too impatient to wait, hm? Iâll let you jump the queue,â he finishes in a husky voice, grinning.
Hoseok eyes the doorway behind Jimin, huffing impatiently. âNice try. Iâm not interested.â
Tipping his head to the side, Jiminâs brows lift in a mix of surprise and bemusement. âIâm inclined to disagree,â he says, taking a step closer so that only a sliver of air parts them. Hoseok stiffens, stubbornly avoiding looking at the dancer. âIâd venture a guess that youâre leaving so suddenly because youâre a little too interested.â Slow enough that Hoseok has plenty of time to refuse, Jimin runs his knuckles all the way down Hoseokâs front, brushing over his crotch. His grin widens, flashing white teeth. âHmm.â
Hoseok scoffs and pulls himself away, neck and forehead slightly red. âDonât get too cocky. It was from Taehyung, not from you, peaches.â
Even from the other side of the room, Jiminâs instinctual reaction is clear as day. His shoulders drop and his lips part, lashes fluttering before he can control the response.
If you didnât miss it, Hoseok certainly didnât either. He barks out a laugh, back in power again, and steps to Jiminâs side to pass him. âKnew it. Donât miss me too much, then, peaches.â
Even as Jimin is shuddering at the petname again, Hoseok rears his hand back to smack Jiminâs ass with a sharp noise of impact, Jimin jumping forward with a startled squeak. âNo touching!â the dancer hisses, one ass cheek already flooding with a sweet candy pink.
âApologies,â Hoseok says with a teasing grin, already at the doorway, âIâll see myself out.â
Jimin makes an indignant cry, but the older man is already bouncing up the stairs cheerfully. Determined to get the sexy atmosphere back, Jimin takes a deep breath and turns back to you all with a rueful smile, but it falters when the music fades out, the second song ending. âAh,â he murmurs, âshowâs over, kids.â
Namjoon, the only guy that hadnât received any personal attention, sits up with a frown. âWait, already?â
Jimin shrugs, smiling at him sweetly. âSorry, Joon. Last songâs a private dance. Maybe another time.â
A private dance. Your breath quickens as Jimin turns off the next song that randomly came up on shuffle, collects his phone, and hitches his coat off the floor with the point of a stiletto, gathering it under his arm.
The others quietly start to stretch, sit up, Yoongi going to fill up his glass again. By the time Jimin makes his way to you, Jin has already lifted Tae up with a single arm under him, carrying the younger upstairs as Taehyung sucks shamelessly at his neck. Namjoon is slower to move, probably still a little worked up and edged from the show, but he joins Yoongi in the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone.
Once Jimin is directly in front of you, your breath stops. Heâs gathered the lightest sheen of sweat from dancing, or perhaps thatâs just the highlighter on his cheeks, and his eyes are hazed from the excitement of performing. He silently reaches a hand out to you with an enticing smirk.
You furrow your brow in confusion. âNot here?â
âI did say private. Unless you want me to fuck you where everyone can see?â
You gulp at the thinly veiled threat. âWe can go.â You take his hand and let him lift you up with effortless strength, pausing when he looks at you expectantly. âDid I do somethingâŚ?â
Jimin beams like youâre a cute but stupid pet. âI havenât been here before, remember? Show me to your room, sweetness.â
âOh!â You rush past him, hands catching to guide him out and upstairs. The thrill of excitement speeds your steps, and in no time at all heâs placing his coat and phone on your desk, guiding you to sit on the end of the bed.
The third song starts with the familiar smoothness of Beyonceâs voice, an older pop song that holds up still, and Jimin slips off the black straps of the bodice, another set directly below them. Arms tucking behind him, he begins to undo the clasps one by one.
âYou were being very well behaved, you know, sitting there and waiting for your turn,â he muses, fiddling with the fabric behind him. âNow you get a reward.â
You donât know what to say in response, just nodding wordlessly, but it seems he is content with that. After a moment, you notice the top half of the bodice pull away from his chest lightly, revealing not plain skin but more lace, matching the panties that struggle to cover his cock. He approaches you as he undoes the last few at the base, and slips smoothly between your legs, letting it fall to the side.
In front of you in all his glory, Jimin looks gorgeous, the inky swoops of his tattoo peeking out from under a sweet black lace bralette, the skinniest straps holding up the delicate cups. In the center is a tiny black satin bow, and you think you feel your heart give out a little at the sight of it.
Even in his pretty lingerie, heâs no less intimidating, and you shudder at the feeling of his eyes locked onto you, feeding on your reactions and pinning you to the bed.
âYou like it?â the dancer asks, voice rough with arousal. You nod quickly, still too stunned for words. Jimin hums, winding a hand around the back of your neck. âShow me how much you like it.â
Before you can suck in a breath, his mouth descends on yours, and a shot of electricity runs through you as he spares no time for pecks and caresses. This kiss is nothing short of filthy, his tongue runs over your teeth, he bites your lips, he sucks on your tongue. You do your best to reciprocate enthusiastically, but thereâs no question whoâs in charge.
With how deep and primal it is, thereâs no surprise when you feel your shared spit begin to collect in the corners of your lips and run down your chin. Jimin doesnât stop, but lowers his mouth to lap it up, pushing it back in and continuing to fuck his tongue into your mouth.
You moan hopelessly into the kiss, hips rocking on the edge of the mattress fruitlessly and fingers holding on to his neck and shoulder for dear life. His teeth are sharp, nipping mercilessly at your bottom lip until your eyes sting, but it only serves to drive more need.
The music in the background livens up as it reaches the chorus, and suddenly the thought of the song finishing and him leaving you high and dry comes to mind. You tug yourself away from him, sucking the spit off your swollen lip. âJimin,â you gasp out, âI want you.â
Jimin grins. Though his gloss is all but gone, the colour on his lips remains intact. âYou arenât gonna let me finish my dance, sweetness?â
âWi-Will you still fuck me after the song ends?â you ask, feeling stupid for needing confirmation.
Jimin lets out a soft but condescending coo, hands squeezing your cheeks together so that your lips pout. âPoor baby just wants to get fucked, does she? Baby just wants a cock in her.â
Even as he mocks you, you canât even defend yourself. âPlease, Jiminie.â
He places a single light peck over your protruding and obscenely swollen lips. âLetâs make a deal; Iâll dance for the rest of the song, and if you can keep your hands to yourself, Iâll let you cum when I fuck you. Sound fair?â
At this point, youâd agree to anything, and both of you know it. âI can do it,â you insist even as your voice wobbles.
Instead of answering, Jimin begins to move, following the momentum of the music. Your hands lie at their sides, the duvet cool against your heated flesh.
He starts out easy, stepping back to give himself more space and slowly lowering into a crouch, the heels making his calves pop. Running his hands down his chest, fingers slipping under the lace, he sighs out like his own touch gives him unspeakable pleasure.
You grit your teeth. Watching him touch himself just makes you want to touch him more. He widens his legs, showing the place where the lacy band narrows down below his balls into a thin string. Whether itâs the angle or just the amount of moving heâs done, the tip of his cock has nestled up higher, poking out just to the side of his hip. Shamelessly, he runs a single fingertip over it, tapping so you can see the clear strands of precum that cling.
You let out an unsteady breath, relaxing slightly as the song begins to build to the final chorus. Not long.
Unfortunately for you, Jimin recognises the changing keys as well as you do, and he stands up smoothly, slinking towards you.
Instead of settling between your knees this time, he turns his back to you and bends down, folding himself in half to fully bare his ass. Hoseokâs handprint still pinkens the skin of one, and the sudden desire to reach out and see if itâs as warm to the touch as it looks overcomes you. You hiss and fist your hands in the fabric of the duvet cover, making Jimin stretch up with a laugh.
Merciless, Jimin widens his stance, choosing to sit on top of your lap, ass grinding on you. You can imagine this movement would be much more unbearable for a guy, but you still feel your resolve unravelling, taken by the fluidity of his hips, the lace accuentuating his slender waist, the pressure of his head as he tips it back onto your shoulder.
âThis is so unfair,â you complain shakily, and are rewarded with the musical giggle Jimin lets out, bubbling from his arched throat right into your ear.
Luckily, the chorus ends, and the final notes settle down. Jiminâs hips still and he turns his head, lips just about brushing your cheek. âGood job, sweetness,â he praises warmly, âcan I have another kiss?â
Your jaw jerks automatically before you catch yourself. Though itâs fading out, the song technically hasnât ended yet. âNot yet.â
Shameless even as his ruse is exposed, Jimin just beams and twist around so that heâs straddling you face-on. He lowers his mouth to your collarbone, nibbling at the skin there as the beat fades and the overlaying instruments peter out. Though it must only be ten or fifteen seconds, it feels like forever as he rocks himself against you just like Taehyung had done to Jin - albeit less desperate and more strategic - and licks at the bite marks on your neck.
Finally, it goes silent, and you exhale deeply, hands automatically coming up to rest on his hips as he laughs lightly at your successful efforts. âIâm impressed,â he admits, âguess you get your reward after all, sweetness.â
So relieved that the heat between your legs will get some attention, you barely take notice of him standing up off you, at least not until he slips his cock fully out of the panties.
His cock, straining with being left unattended so long, is a far deeper pink than the mark on his ass, particularly around the head. He sucks in a breath through his nose as he strokes himself, before blinking down at you.
âClothes off if you want me, sweetness.â
You could guarantee youâve never undressed so quickly before, frantically enough that your hips are hot from the friction of tugging down your pants. You take no note, however, just spreading your legs wantonly as you eye up his cock.
âFuck, look at you,â Jimin curses, bracing a hand on your hip as he lines himself up. âDonât even need stretching, do you? Looks like Joonie opened you up for me already.â
Your cheeks burn, but thereâs not enough time to dwell on the embarrassment, as Jimin holds you down with his grasp on your hip and bottoms out in a single thrust.
Even though heâs right, the sudden fullness has you gasping a moan, almost falling onto your back. You prop yourself up and widen your legs further, eyes locked on the sight of his cock, nestled underneath by the lushest black lace, buried deep inside you. âFuck, please move.â
âMy pleasure,â he coos with a sweet smile, before the smile drops to a slack pout of lust, snapping his hips with a deftness that you now know is due to his background as a dancer.
You fight to keep yourself sitting up, one hand around the back of his neck as he fills you with every stroke, but the angle isnât quite right, and you find your pelvis shifting to find it.
Jimin notices your frustration, and wordlessly pauses, grips your thighs and tugs you forward so that youâre flat on your back, ass over the edge and held up by his upper body strength. Without you even processing the change, heâs returning to his ruthless place, and you sob from relief at the way your insides come alive with pleasure, so much stronger than before.
âFuck, right there! Right- ungh, yes, Ji-Jimin,â you pant out, feeling unbearably hot all at once with the intensity of it.
Though part of you is still sore from the scene you had with Namjoon earlier, your swollen walls only increase the drag of him against your sensitive tissue, and you quickly turn incoherent, tongue so thick in your mouth that you open it, panting as your fingers clutch the duvet to anchor you.
âThat good, huh?â Jimin notes with a laugh stuttered by grunts of exertion. Normally, youâd protest or retort, but with your ankles wrapped around him and back arching off the bed, thereâs nothing on your mind but the enveloping urge to cum.
Rather than reply, you just let yourself drown in the sensations, vision going black as your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Your orgasm comes so fast that you donât even notice it approaching, canât even warn him. Itâs like a clap of thunder, making you go stiff with a scream before turning completely boneless, legs slipping down off him weakly.
Jimin curses as you squeeze around him, but fucks you through it thoroughly, only slowing down once you begin to fuss, shivering and wriggling away.
Dazed from the sudden onslaught of pleasure, it takes you a few moments for the fog in your brain to clear. Once you do, you glance down and realise Jimin is still achingly hard, dripping with your slick and the remnants of Namjoonâs cum, but none of his own. He strokes it lazily, gaze searching your face.
So exhausted from two intense scenes in one day, you donât think you could manage to jerk him off or give him a decent blowjob, but to leave him hanging would be cruel. Instead, you fumble to slide yourself off the bed, landing a little too hard on your knees.
âWhat are you- oh, Y/n, fuck,â Jimin exclaims lowly as you blink up at him and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He gets the message easily, speeding up his strokes as his tip bounces on your tongue, brief sparks of the salty tang of your shared arousal.
He must have been close before, because it doesnât take him more than a minute to fall over the edge, cumming into your mouth with thick spurts. A shame it couldnât have been inside you a different way, but you nonetheless chase his cock, blade of your tongue dipping into his slit to make sure youâd gotten every last drop.
Jimin swears lowly, stroking your hair back fondly as you swallow, and helps you stand up on wobbly legs.
Leading you to the bathroom, Jimin sits you on the closed toilet seat as he runs a bath. Having slipped off his heels somewhere back in the room, he unhooks his garters as he waits for the tub to fill. With one leg resting on the high edge of the tub, rolling down the fishnets one at a time, you once again are silenced in awe of his beauty.
It feels unspeakably intimate to watch him unclasp the bralette, slip off the panties, and slowly take his makeup off, easily locating the makeup remover heâd borrowed from you that very first night.
Your eyes sting a little as youâre reminded of that time. It feels like an eternity ago, even though itâs just under a fortnight. Youâd thought he was so intimidating back then. Though he still had the power to command attention, youâd seen enough of the kindhearted, thoughtful and sensitive man beneath that the Jimin two weeks ago felt like a very different man.
âWaterâs ready.â
You blink yourself out of that train of thought, letting Jimin help you carefully into the tub, joining you on the other side, legs tangled. âThank you,â you manage to say, still feeling a little out of it after a tiring day and a good orgasm.
Jimin beams, glancing away to obscure some of his face. Itâs clear to you that the lack of makeup has him feeling a bit vulnerable. His skin is flushed red - either naturally or from exertion you couldnât tell - and his brows were softer, eyes looking smaller without the shadow that emphasised them. He wasnât any less beautiful like this, just more human. Comforting, in a way, as he passes you a washcloth and begins to lather himself up in strawberry-scented bodywash.
âHey, Y/n,â Jimin starts, but his voice sounds weirdly stilted and unlike him.
âMm?â
âMy, um, myâŚâ He lets out a light cough, avoiding your gaze with an air of forced aloofness. âGranny keeps asking about you. Sheâs convinced weâre dating, but thatâs, uh, Iâve assured her we arenât. She really liked you, and whenever we chat she asks to speak to you, and, umâŚâ
You feel more coherent than you have in a good couple hours, sitting upright. âShe does?â
Jimin laughs ruefully. âI never really knew how to ask you if you wanted to speak to her, or if I should even ask you at all-â
âSo you thought now, while weâre both naked in a tub after you fucking my brains out is the right time?â
Jiminâs cheeks colour more as he splutters. âYou can say no, I just didnât want you to⌠I donât know. You can say no.â
You beam at him. âI have one rule.â
âWhat?â
âIâll hang out with Mrs. Park on one condition.â
The blue-haired boy stares at you warily. âWhich is?â
You lean forward with a deadpan expression on your face, making him grimace in worry. âYou let me sleep in your bed tonight,â you explain gravely, âIâm running out of options for this Bangasm Bomb thingy, and itâs only fair after you just took me out of commission like that.â
Jimin laughs in relief, throwing his head back with a joyous grin. âDeal! Donât scare me like that.â
You return his smile, heart swelling from the fondness you hold for him. âOf course Iâll chat with your grandma, Jimin. I love her. She reminds me of you a lot.â
You may have said too much, but Jimin goes lax against the opposite end of the tub, smile never leaving his lips, and you donât regret it for a second.
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Something In Common
Summary: Spending decades under HYDRAâs control can fuck someone up in many ways. Somehow you managed to escape and live under the radar for a while. That is until your friend Sharon Carter has some old âfriendsâ show up. || 1,397 words
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: Mentions of torture and traumatic memories
A/N:Â This is re-posted since I moved blogs! Again this is my first piece of writing so bear with me as I find a format I like to write in. Iâve read this 100 times and donât wanna re-read it anymore so I apologize for any errors. || Please donât copy/rewrite my work! I also donât want anything reuploaded onto different cites, etc. || This gif isnât mine, the reupload messed it up
Sharon said she wouldnât be gone long, after all she had a party to throw. Well, clients to meet with, technically but that didnât stop you from calling her âsorority sister Sharonâ and nicknaming your shared house âSigma Kappa Madripoorâ. You found your jokes hilarious, Sharon had grown to tolerate them after a while.
You had just changed into your outfit when your phone buzzed. It was a message from Sharon, âBringing some early company.â You chuckled to yourself as you responded, âYou made some friends while you were out? Proud of you.â It had taken you some time to finally get comfortable with people and be back in the real world. But Sharon didnât seem to mind helping you, even after learning your past.
Finally you heard voices and footsteps, you were perched on the arm of the couch when she opened the door, followed by 3 men youâve never met. She nodded at you as she spoke, moving racks of clothes towards them.
âSo you gonna introduce me to your friends or is this a hookup of yours?â you asked snickering as she made a gagging noise while two of the men softly chuckled.
âGod no. Y/N this is Sam, Bucky, and Zemo. Boys this is Y/N.â Sharon said motioning from you to them.
You and the man named Bucky had stared at each other for a moment before you distracted yourself with your phone. You tuned out the conversation for a bit, stealing glances at the visitors feeling a bit out of place.
âWhy does your name sound familiar?â you asked, the question tumbling out of your mouth as you stared at Bucky.
âBucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, Steve Rogers best friend, any of that ring a bell for you?â Sharon asked as you shifted to sink into the couch. âYou guys should be able to get along the easiest, considering you share a nearly identical past.â she continued moving around the room.
âThe hell does that mean?â Bucky asked looking from you to Sharon, while you stuck out your middle finger at her.
âYou both got to play the role of HYDRAâs puppet for quite some time.â was all Sharon said, leaving you to continue. Suddenly you could feel all the eyes in the room burning through you, Zemo was the first to speak.
âDoes she mean you were-â
âGiven the special super soldier juice and forced to do some of the dirty work? Yes.â you replied flatly staring at Zemo before looking over at Sharon, âThat didnât really need to be brought up.â
âHey, you asked why he sounded familiar.â
The room was silent for a bit, Bucky's eyes not leaving you for a second. You sighed and just shrugged your shoulders, âI can feel the game of 20 questions coming on so letâs get it going before the party.â cracking your neck as you spoke.
âSo they used you as another super soldier?â Zemo asked, shifting to lean more towards you.
âYes and no. I was used as a last resort. I was⌠more of a⌠test subject in most cases.â swallowing the knot that was trying to form in your throat. Hoping nobody else in the room noticed how you shifted, squirmed almost, as you spoke. You didnât have a problem with talking about your past, itâs just some memories were more painful than others.
âI can fight the same way any super soldier can, but they always wanted to see how far the serum would go in terms of healing. So thatâs what my role was,â you chuckled a bit before continuing, âThe only thing they didnât do to me was put a bullet in my skull.â
Once again the room became quiet, until Sharon spoke changing the subject for a moment as you got lost in thought. You were thankful people started arriving so you could be alone for a bit, it was easy for you to disappear into a crowd.
âIf you somehow canât blend in for shit tonight, stay near Y/N.â Sharon said, slipping her phone into her pocket. âWhat exactly will staying near her do?â Sam asked mumbling a âno offenseâ quickly after causing you to laugh.
âIâm good at hiding in plain sight, so if youâre near me Iâll make sure you donât get your ass kicked. Gotta remember this isnât your homeland buddy.â you snickered as you adjusted your maroon turtleneck before you walked to the main room welcoming guests in and pointing a few in Sharon's direction as she entered. Relief flooded your veins as the crowd grew and you could finally slip into the background and breathe.
You didnât mind being in a room full of people, but your mind has been replaying memories of your time under HYDRAâs control since you spoke earlier.
You cringed as you sipped your drink, your eyes scanned the room locating Zemo and Sam but not Bucky. You moved along the wall slipping past a few dancers, deciding to lean against a corner of the room. As you attempted to locate Bucky your mind began to wander.
You screamed and kicked at the person who had begun slicing your arm with a scalpel. Another attempted to get near you and this time you managed to kick their knee, hearing a crunch as they fell to the ground. Soon you had guns aimed at you and a man spoke, âWe go through this all the time. You know your purpose here, so why do you continue to fight? I would hate to have you killed.â his gravelly tone making you want to sink into the floor. As your legs were strapped to the chair he spoke again, âAfter sheâs done here freeze her as normal.â
Again you screamed as your skin was peeled back and muscles were prodded, but you didnât fight. You knew your purpose-
âYou were right about hiding in plain sight, but youâll have to try a little harder to hide from me.â Bucky spoke next to you, causing you to jump and your thoughts to come to a halt. Turning your head you chuckled and tried to mask what you just re-lived in your head.
âI have to say, you hide better than me. Found your friends but I couldnât seem to find you.â your mouth cracking into a smile as you spoke. Neither of you spoke for a bit, just watched the room together making sure the others stayed out of trouble. The silence was oddly comfortable, with the occasional joke about someone's outfit. At one point you could feel Bucky's eyes on you for a while.
âHydra didnât give me mind reading powers so youâre gonna have to communicate with words.â turning your head to face Bucky as you spoke, chuckling as he scrambled for a comeback. He scratched the back of his neck trying to spit out his sentence, which you already had an idea as to what he was going to bring up. An amused smile on your face as you watched his metal hand shine in the flashing lights.
âWhat you said earlier⌠about Hydra-â
âYou can ask questions if you want. You might understand what I say a little more anyway.â You said pressing your lips together in a thin line before adjusting your posture as you leaned more into the wall and looked to the crowd.
âI would ask⌠but I know what being under that control is like. As well as the memories that come with it,â you glanced over at Bucky as he stopped talking and he was watching his vibranium hand move. âIâm sorry you had to become a part of all that Y/N.â he said softly, but loud enough for you to catch.
When your eyes met you canât help but feel they mirrored each other's pain⌠or maybe it was sadness? Not that it would make much of a difference.
âIâm sorry you had to become part of it as well Bucky.â a sad smile taking over your face.
You had unconsciously moved closer to him, not saying much more but not leaving each other's side. The signal from Sharon came and you sighed before nudging Bucky's arm.
âGuess we better go see what she wants huh?â stretching as you kicked off the wall.
âI guess so.â Bucky chuckled trailing behind you as you walked away.
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Hi Sav! Hope all is well! Just wanna ask, do you get writer's block once in a while? If so, how do you fight it? How do you keep yourself motivated in writing?
Omg, thank you for the ask.Â
Iâm honestly surprised people are pretty interested in my writing habits because I guess no one in real life actually knows me as a writer so nobody really asks about this. But yeah, the good news is I do have a set way of how I go about writing so this is a pretty easy ask to navigate.
 So to answer your questions...
Just wanna ask, do you get writer's block once in a while?
Yes. I get it all the time. Writing the first few words of the next chapters of my fics or writing the first words of the fic given a prompt is always painful.Â
If so, how do you fight it?
I actually have some concrete ways which help me keep my head moving so Iâll drop these here. I canât say it works for everyone but yeah, it might help people I guess?
I write things which I wish would happen no matter how much it doesnât make any sense.
Thatâs why when Iâm writing a fic, I never start at the start or what I believe the first words will be. I have a document and I write skeletons of dialogues which I want to show up, I write scenes and interactions that I want to happen.Â
All of my fics started from badly written notes. Most of them usually get deleted once the fic is done so I had to unearth these. Iâll drop a sample here of my shitty notes from fics Iâve been working on and some I actually finished. You might recognize some of the prompts from fics Iâve finished already
Canon fixit: fic where Hänge pulls Levi out of the water again, helps him wake up from his coma of Levi, the world just goes back to normal. Hange figures out her feelings for Levi, lives her cottage core life waiting for Levi to wake up and Levi discuss feelings for each other. reads romeo and Juliet ( is that us?) romeo and Juliet, gets a dream did it hurt?
Rekindle: sad songs more varied than happy songs, Levi saves Hänge drowning, works multiple jobs to make ends meet
 Levihanzeke love triangle Hange is a lawyer, Levi is an illegitimate child convicted criminal in a Ponzi scheme, that's the thing about rich kids, Mikasa agrees with him, tries to save him by feeding information Philosophy Other promptsÂ
Soulmates AU but a love child can be born from the love of someone else. Udo is the one who knows that Levijan are together, he goes with Gaby with them to Paradis and he tells them he knows them makes Levi and Hänge analyze their relationshipÂ
Lifetime: Levi takes up painting after the war.
Sometimes, I have interactions written out
And it becomes a matter of getting the kinks fixed and the ropes tied together.Â
Like this one dialogue...
âSo, Levi Ackerman and Hange ZoeâŚâ The teacher started as she looked through what could have been her list of names. With the way she was holding it, Levi had found it difficult to sneak a peek at whatâs inside. âCommander Hange Zoe and Retired Captain Levi AckermanâŚâ The teacher corrected, clearing her throat at that.Â
âYes, but no need for pleasantries. I mean you have been taking care of our sonâŚâ Hange spoke up and held one hand out for a hand shake, obviously trying to ease the tension in the room, or at the least the discomfort in the teacherâs face.Â
â according to your son... Shitty four eyes⌠and Clean freak?â
Or this one...
âProphylactic⌠ContraceptiveâŚâ Hange read aloud the more unfamiliar words as she turned the box around on her fingertips. She had hoped saying them aloud with ring some bells for her researcher mind. That small effort though turned out to be futile. I should ask Kiyomi about this when she gets back. She thought to herself.Â
âNever heard those words before,â Levi commented from his own table next to her. He always did keep her company after hours taking on some of the paperwork or reading through records and documentation on communications and deliveries that only rapidly multiplied with every passing day since the building of the port.Â
âMe neither,â Hange said. She sighed and rested her cheek on her hand as she looked out the window.
And...
The thinking process is, once I have a point A and a point B. Once I have all the dots I want written, connecting the dots becomes a bit more straightforward. I think the harder part really is figuring out the âdotsâ. Thatâs why I would recommend, once you feel like you wanna write something out, no matter how ugly it is, just get it written on your phone, even if itâs as messy as the notes above, or even if itâs just a dialogue skeleton.Â
And hereâs the thing, I really believe that once you have a point A and a point B, there is a line that will always exist, regardless of how different point A and point B are. Itâs just difficult to see from the start.Â
And yeah, I think this is where writerâs block comes for most people. Because sometimes we canât find the logical way to connect the two.Â
So this is where my own concrete methods of fixing that comes in. (Iâm sure it wouldnât work for everyone but it might be worth a try for some people so Iâll leave it here.)
Find a hobby that follows a âconnect the dotsâ thinking process and before you write, do it.Â
When I get writerâs block, I like to do things in real life where I am reminded that even the weirdest things can easily be connected, or I like doing things that require deep thought and organization and that require good ideas on the fly. I play strategy games like chess or mahjong.Â
This probably wonât make sense for a lot of people but for the people who does, having a game with set a smaller set of rules than writing yet still requires lots of innovative thinking and organizational thinking, helps keep my head moving in a smaller space, so itâs a good warm up. So when I go back to writing and I look at the point A and the point B again, Iâm more easily able to see how I want it to connect. Because chess and mahjong are games where we are given set pieces and we have to find a way to make it connect given our environment and circumstances.Â
If not chess or mahjong, and if youâre particularly musical, I found that just experimenting on an instrument when dealing with writerâs block actually works. I play the piano, and something which follows the same process as connecting the dots for me, is to open the lyrics of a song, look at a chords and just play the chords on the piano then just play around with the melody and the broken chords. The chords act like that âenclosed environmentâ and the tinkering I do on the piano act like that âinnovative thinkingâ which gets my head moving.
Music: I go on walks and listen to my spotify on shuffle until a song comes out which I think resonates with the story. And then I listen to it again and again and again until I complete the fic. This is how Iâm able to make that line from point A to point B more complete, and this is how I manage to channel my emotions into the writing.
Research: All fics will require some sort of research, especially when youâre writing something more complex. So when Iâm going into some particular writerâs block, if itâs a history AU, I read history and watch documentaries. If Iâm writing hc, I like to read medical journals. If I need to incorporate some sort of a science law into my fics, I read scientific journals (donât read the whole thing lmao, the abstract usually works), When particularly writing a scene which requires in depth thought about a certain field or occupation, I talk to someone who has that occupation. I know this sounds totally weird to do over a fanfiction so I just donât mention itâs fanfiction and just ask. I mean asking people about their job is generally an incredibly normal conversation starter.
How do you keep yourself motivated in writing?
Okay, so thereâs one thing I need to point out here, if the pandemic didnât happen, if I didnât get laid off in my first job and if I didnât drop law school for the year, I probably wouldnât be here writing haha.Â
Like right now, when Iâm stuck in the house 24/7, reading and writing is my only outlet and my only hobby outside my job. I canât travel. I canât see friends. I canât see family. The skating rink is closed. The gyms are closed. Anything which is remotely seen as fun is closed. Â
So writing has been incredibly comforting in helping me process my emotions.Â
But I recognize the fact that starting a fic will always be hard especially if people donât know what to do. So people tend to put it off, and this habit usually extends to work or studies too Iâm guessing. I mean Iâve worked in enough groupworks to know that people like to wait for that sense of urgency before they do anything.Â
âMotivationâ is such a fleeting thing that I donât think anybody should be relying on that to get something moving. I think itâs pretty much discipline more than anything that gets people moving. So how do IÂ avoid procrastination or that feeling where âjust thinking about it makes me freeze so I donât do it.
I just do it. But it isnât as easy as that right?
I have this concept of a future self. Like a future me I do not wanna disappoint and I trust that future self when she says â you will not regret doing this.â So even if the writing process is hard the first few pages, Iâm able to write because even if it is painful, I know that in between and actually finishing up those pages isnât. Iâm sure people who have finished a fic know, there is an in between where you arenât thinking too much about the actual process, youâre just writing. And the painful part is just getting to that trance.Â
And in the end, youâre just like âIâm glad I wrote that.â
But that trance is liberating and it reminds me why the hell Iâm doing all this in the first place. And Iâm sure this isnât limited to writing. Any hobby people pursue, working out, staying up all night to get homework done, Iâm sure we all experience an in between or maybe some feeling after which makes us realize that it is worth it. Itâs a matter of just trusting our future self to actually be grateful we did it.Â
I know itâs easier said than done but I guess it helps at least to build the habit and the mindset so Iâve dropped some concrete ways it helps me.
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Light My Fire - CH15
Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she canât quite deny, she gets to know him better. Itâs not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.
Warnings: NSFW, Fluff
WC:Â 4290
Please share your thoughts with me, Iâd love to hear your feedback.
Betaâd by @deanwanddamonsâââââââââ <3
SERIES MATSTERLIST
BECOME A PATRON ~ BUY ME A COFFEE
Dean left her to splash around because he had a business call coming in. Y/N was surprised, she never knew that he works on weekends.Â
When she climbs up the stairs from the sea, she washes herself free from the salt water under the spray of the shower on the balcony, and slips into the pool.Â
She can see Dean sitting on their bed with a laptop on his lap and a headset in his ears. He already changed into his swimming trunks so no video call, then.Â
Heâs laughing at a joke someone made and looks up. Their eyes meet.Â
Getting out of the pool, she lies down on the sun lounger, letting her skin catch some rays. Her skin burns, but not necessarily from the sun. No, the burning feeling definitely comes from Deanâs gaze that followed her from the pool to the lounger.Â
After a while she turns from her back onto her stomach. She closes her eyes, feels the ray of sun warming up her whole body.Â
âJesus, Y/N,â
She hears Deanâs voice from behind her, and blinks her eyes open. He sits down next to her. From this view she can see the creases his stomach makes when he sits. It doesnât make him look less sexy, and that is totally not fair.
âYouâre going to look like a lobster tonight and not a living one!â He sits down and she hears a squirt of a bottle before she feels his hands rubbing at her back, applying sunscreen all over.
âMmh,â She sighs. It really does feel good.
Dean moves lower, works his hands over her lower back and then he moves her bottoms, pushing them into the crack of her ass to apply sunscreen on her ass cheeks. He takes more time there, kneads them roughly before jiggling them in his hands.
âHey!â She laughs.
âWhat? Thatâs how I apply sunscreen,âÂ
âSure,âÂ
He works down her thighs, getting his fingers between them and brushes against her clothed pussy. My god, sheâs turned on by a simple touch.Â
She hears a groan as he works his hand there, rubbing at her clit through her bikini bottoms, âDean,â
âRight,â He clears his throat, and works down her legs to her toes.
When he finishes that area, he comes up again, applies more sunscreen onto her shoulders. He pulls at her bikini top, making it come loose.Â
âDean!â
âRelax, nobody will see,â He rubs his hands along the base of her neck, âTurn around,âÂ
Heâs right. They overlook the big blue sea, thereâs nobody close by. She turns herself around and lets him apply sunscreen to her chest. He pulls the bikini top over her head and drops it next to the sun lounger only to cup her tits in his hands.
Leaning down, he captures one of her nipples in his mouth and sucks at it. She arches her back at the sensation and a soft moan rolls off her tongue.
Dean takes his time with her other nipple too, while his other hand kneads and pinches her other breast and nipple.Â
After what seems like forever, Dean comes up again and smirks, her nipples are hard and perky, âRight, gotta finish what I started,â He says, works some more sunscreen down her stomach and her thighs. To her surprise he didnât touch her where she wants him most but she thinks itâs just a stupid game he plays.Â
When Dean screws the sunscreen bottle shut and stands up, she can see the tent in his swimming trunks. Heâs definitely not able to hide that.Â
Smirking, she asks, âYou are not going to enjoy paradise with me?âÂ
He lets out a soft chuckle before he sits down again, his hands stroking her cheek, âI got another conference call. I should be finished in about two hours, okay? Gotta wait til then,â
âOkay,â She pouts and he thumbs at her lips before he bends down, kissing her soft and sweet.Â
âMaybe you should go into the shade, or at least out of my fucking sight.â Dean growls a little and smacks her thigh.Â
âWhy?â She turns around on her stomach and he canât help but smack her ass, too.Â
âYouâre fucking distracting when Iâm trying to close a deal.âÂ
She giggles at that and wriggles with her ass some more. Dean spanks her one more time before he leaves to go inside.
*
Two hours came and went and Deanâs still not finished. Deciding that sheâs had enough of the sun for the time being, Y/N goes inside to take a shower. Itâs slowly getting darker, so she closes the door to their bungalow because she hates to have mosquitoes inside. Although, she guesses that there wonât be a lot of them because theyâre so far out from the beach and thereâs a steady breeze going all the time.
Dean didnât seem to notice her because he had moved to sit at the desk to face the wall with his laptop. Apparently, she really did distract him. He had ordered room service in the afternoon and made a reservation at a restaurant here in the resort for the first night, but if he doesnât finish soon, she doesnât know if they can make it there on time.
After her shower, she walks out in a comfy bathrobe. Deanâs still chatting away at the screen and typing up an email simultaneously. She takes a book out of her suitcase and plants herself on the bed, her back rests against the headboard. The mattress feels comfy, and honestly, she canât wait to sleep in it. She feels a little tired from the travel and the sun kissed her skin enough to make it glow after she moisturized it.
Just when she was about to open up the book to where she left off, her phone pings. She takes it from the charger.Â
 R: [picture]
R: Guess youâre a celebrity now, huh? Donât ever forget me, alright?
 Y/N thumbs the message open. Itâs a picture of her and Dean at the airport, not really a paparazzi picture because the resolution of the picture is not that high and she can see that someone took it sneakily.
 Y/N: I am shocked they recognized Dean. It was so fucking early in the morning.
R: Everyone would recognize Dean.
 Rubyâs probably not wrong.Â
 R: Howâs Jamaica?Â
Y/N: Great. Iâve been in the sea already and Dean spent his afternoon on conference calls.Â
R: Sam said something about the deadline of closing a deal, poor you. Heâs got to make up for it.
Y/N: Yeah, maybe he will.
R: [picture]Â
R: Iâm at his apartment, still.Â
 The picture shows Rubyâs face and in the back, Samâs sitting lazily on his couch. She grins, is truly happy about their progress.Â
When sheâs about to type something back, Dean stands up to take his headset off, and he rubs at his ear. Itâs probably itching like hell. She has the same problem when she wears a headset for too long.Â
Dean stretches himself. Heâs still in only his swimming trunks. She can see every muscle moving and twitching. Itâs kind of a turn on, not going to lie about it.Â
He lets out a loud groan before he looks over to the bed and notices her. His lips curve into a smile as he slumps his shoulders down and walks over to the bed. He crawls over to where she is lying and lays his head into her lap.Â
âIâm so exhausted,â He mumbles into the fluffy bathrobe and she chuckles, her hand strokes at his head.Â
âI hope it was worth missing out on a swim for,âÂ
He looks up from her lap, grins the boyish grin of his that she has come to like, âWe have a reason for celebration,âÂ
âIs that so?â She lifts one of her eyebrows.Â
âYeah,â He nuzzles his head deeper into her lap, âFinally I can invest in that company I was after. Their chairman didnât agree on the conditions on Friday but it seems like I could convince him.â
âHow did you do that?â
He smiles again, âIâm just that good.â
She rolls her eyes at his cockiness.Â
Dean turns in her lap, looks up to her, âWhat were you doing?âÂ
âI took a shower,â
His eyes widen, and he gasps all fake and adorably, âYou took a shower without me?âÂ
âWell, you were busy, sir.âÂ
âAnd why were you grinning before?â He turns to his side, buries his face into her stomach and she strokes his hair once more.
âYou didnât notice when I was showering but you notice me grinning?â
He laughs into her bathrobe, it feels warm where his breathing hits, âYeah, I always notice you grinning, or smiling, or laughing for that matter.â
âRuby sent a text. There was a picture of us at the airport.â
Dean stills and looks up, âAlready?â
Y/N thumbs over her phone to show it to him. Deanâs expression is unreadable.Â
âI donât like it,â He mumbles, âI mean, it helps the case but I don't like people snapping private pictures behind my back.â
âWeâre not exactly private, Dean. Iâm your fake wife for a reason.â
He doesnât answer, he sits up instead and heâs thinking about something, she can tell by the way he looks at her. She decides to change the subject, and shows him another picture. The one of Ruby and Sam in the background.Â
Dean snorts, âTell her that Sam better fucking check his emails. Heâs got work to do since I worked all day to close this deal.â
She types away, wants to send Ruby Deanâs exact words but before she could hit the send button, he takes the phone from her hand and places it on to her night stand, âHey!â
âI didnât mean now,â He grins and slots himself between her legs, still on his knees, and pulls at her legs until sheâs lying flat on her back.
âNo?â She asks, itâs her turn to grin cockily.Â
âNuh-uh,â Dean mumbles, his fingers working on the rope of her bathrobe. Itâs barely held together so he has no problem opening it up. Dean swallows when he sees that sheâs naked.
He gets back on his knees and leans over her, his hand cradling her face as he kisses her. And again, it grows from soft and tender to rough and hard, no other man has ever kissed her like Dean does. He kisses her as if he wants to claim her, as if he wants to dominate her, to make her his. And honestly, thatâs all she wants at this very moment.Â
Her mind doesnât agree though because she realizes that they have a dinner reservation and theyâre not going to make it when he keeps on kissing her the way he does.Â
She breaks the kiss, and Dean canât quite stop, sprays little kisses on her face, down her throat, âDean, weâll be late for dinner.â
Dean chuckles, pulls at the skin of her throat with his teeth, âI donât know about you, but Iâm about to have dinner.â
âOh my god,â Heâs so full of himself. Of course she likes it, but stillâŚ
âBaby, itâs the first time that I get to have you horizontal, you think I care about dinner?â He cocks an eyebrow before his mouth latches at her throat and kisses down a path to her chest.Â
He flicks his tongue against one of her nipples, kneads the other tit in his big fucking hand and she writhes below him. Her hands fly to his head, fists themselves in his hair. Dean seals his whole mouth around her nipple, tickling it on the inside with his tongue and he uses his teeth too, making her moan out at the sensation and thereâs something pulsing between her thighs but she canât quite reach there because Deanâs blocking her fucking way.Â
âDean,â She whimpers, doesnât care that it sounds needy because thatâs all she fucking is. She squirms some more to make him notice.Â
Dean chuckles and sucks in her nipple, only to let it out with a wet popping sound before his lips connect back to her body, and he licks his way down her stomach. He slots himself further between her thighs, and spreads little kisses along her pelvis, down to the apex of her thighs, leaving out her center on purpose and itâs fucking killing her. Heâs such a tease.Â
âDean!â Sheâs louder, but she canât help it. Sheâs dying here and he thinks itâs funny.Â
âWhat?â
âWould you justââ
Dean licks his lips and grins at her before he thumbs along her center, parting her folds with both of his thumbs. He stares at her pussy and she feels a little uncomfortable. He lets out a low growl when he sees her glistening. She knows that sheâs awfully wet. Has been since this fucking morning actually.Â
âTell me what you want,â Deanâs face is so close to her cunt, she can feel his breath hot against her center.Â
âGod, can you touch me there?â
âYouâre too cute,â He chuckles but instead of teasing her some more, he gives in, licks a broad stripe up her center and seals his lips around the hood of her clit.Â
Y/N fists her hands in the sheets, âFuck,âÂ
âThatâs the plan,â Dean mumbles against her slick folds, french kisses her cunt and groans when he feels her getting even wetter.Â
They havenât had that kind of sex before. It was passionate too, but mostly real quick and never horizontal. She can feel that Dean wants to take his time and that in turn, drives her fucking crazy. She also never had someone eating her out like Dean does. Her ex Kevin was okay with foreplay but he doesnât really like it. He mostly licked her to get her wet enough to plunge his dick into her but thatâs not the only point on Deanâs agenda. She can feel that he really, truly loves to eat her out, and heâs determined to make her come on his tongue. He doesnât seem to mind if he would be down there for hours on end. It blows her mind. He is blowing her mind.Â
Dean hums against her cunt, his scruff rubs against her thighs and sheâs close because Dean sucks and his humming sends the right vibration against the nub of her clit. She pushes herself off the bed with her feet, driving her cunt deeper into Deanâs face and holds him steady with her hands in his hair. He doesnât seem to mind, hums along, licks and slurps up his own drool and her juice. God, it sounds so fucking obscene and it turns her on even more.Â
âFuck, yes, yes, oh god, donât stop,â She moans out and Dean shakes his head, hums some more. He changes between nibbling and sucking and it feels so fucking good.Â
âOh god,â Here it comes, she feels her thighs cramp up, feels her insides trembling, her walls convulsing and she canât help but push herself harder against his face. Deanâs hands are around her thighs, holding on for dear life as she locks her thighs around his face, caging him in, when she comes.Â
She pants hard when the momentâs finally over, laughing loudly and Dean taps at her thighs, asking for her to release her grip around his head.Â
When she releases him, Dean looks up from below, his nose and lips are shiny from her slick. He smacks his lips loudly, swallows hard, âGood?âÂ
âOh my god, yes,â She says, clasps her hand over her face. She probably looks like she just ran a marathon.Â
Dean places one more kiss on her clit before he pushes himself away and stands at the foot of the bed. With one swipe, he gets rid of his trunks and climbs back to bed, walks on his knees up to where she is.Â
He strokes himself, jerks off his impressive dick and he bends down, kisses her hard. She can taste herself off his tongue.
âFuckâ Iâ,â Deanâs breathing hard.
She grins up at him, takes his dick in her hand and begins to stroke him up and down. She gets on her elbows, and sticks her tongue out to lick at his balls, sucking them in one by one while her fists are tight around his tip, stroking up and down. Dean spits on the head of his dick, helps slicking his cock up while she worries at his sac, âFuck, your mouth feels amazing,â
He lowers himself a little when he notices that she wants to take him further into her mouth, his hands stroking along her legs and thighs. She takes him in, tongue licking up along his shaft before she seals her lips around his tip. Dean lets out a groan when she takes him deeper, his hand rubs circles on her clit before he toys at her entrance, slipping in one finger and then two. He moves faster inside of her, making her hum and sucking him off harder.
âBaby, as much as I would love you to suck me dry, fuck, Iâ your mouths feels too good,â Dean pulls his dick away from her, takes his wet fingers out from her cunt and flips her over with no problem at all.Â
Dean helps her get rid of her bathrobe, throws it somewhere in the room, âOn your elbows and knees,â He says, his voice is low and it sounds strained.Â
Y/N canât lie, she likes when he tells her what to do.
Propping herself on her elbows and knees, she waits. Deanâs one hand is jerking himself off while his other one kneads at the flesh of her ass. He spanks down on one of them, sheâs sure that her skin turns red immediately. Leaving his hand there, he jiggles her ass, âFucking beautiful,â He whispers and then he lowers himself, she can feel his face between her asscrack. Dean tongues at her clit, licks up her rim to her asshole and she moans out shamelessly.Â
âLike that?â His voice is cocky.
âY-yes,â She admits and Dean takes the cue to lick some more. God, she fucking loves it. Never felt anything like it before.Â
âFuck,â Dean curses, âYouâre so tasty, but I really gottaââ He holds his cock out, threads the head through her slick and rubs it against her cunt, teasing her.Â
âDean, please!â Sheâs damn near exploding. She wants him inside right the fuck now.Â
âYeah, yeah, Iâmââ Dean mumbles and pushes his tip into her waiting and slick cunt. He rests the tip there before he places his hands around her hips and pushes in, groaning louder the deeper he gets.Â
âOh fuck,â She bites down on her lip, lowers her forehead to the mattress, âYouâre so fucking deep,â
âJesus, you feel so good,â Dean groans, his hands kneads her ass, pulling them apart to watch his dick go in and out of hot and wet heat, âLooks so fucking great,âÂ
He goes slow, before he picks up speed and while itâs perfect, she canât help but want even more.Â
âDean, please, harder,â Y/Nâs body is filled with want, and she fucks back into him.Â
âChrist, look at you, so fucking perfect,â He spreads her ass cheeks wider, âYeah, fuck yourself on my cock, baby, take what you want, good girl,â
She shakes her ass while moving back and forth, and she can hear him chuckle before he spanks down on her ass. The pain is sharp, it soars through her body. Not going to lie, it is painful but it fucking turns her on.
âYou like that? Like to be spanked?âÂ
âFuck,â Sheâs glad he canât see how she turns red, âYes!â
Dean lets out a groan at her answer, spanks her twice more, for good measure, âJesus,â He pants and then he starts to set a fast pace, fucking in to her with wild abandon.Â
At one point, he leans forward, grabs her by her arms and pulls her up against his chest, his one hand yanking at her hair while his other hand goes down to rub at her clit. He never stops fucking her hard, like she wants him to.Â
âOh god,â She moans out upon feeling her second orgasm approaching.
Dean licks up the shell of her ear and whispers, âCome, baby, be a good girl, come for me,âÂ
And that, she does, comes hard around him, her cunt pushes him out and Dean has to let go of her and pushes her down on her elbow again to be able to slip inside once more.Â
âFuck, youâre still coming, so fucking tight,â He has to bite down on his bottom lip at the tight squeeze. It needed only a couple more thrusts for him to come deep inside her and he leans down, sinks his teeth into her back before he sucks and licks at the mark he left behind.Â
His legs gave out and he collapsed on top of her, and he turned them around in his grip so that he was spooning her from behind. Theyâre still connected. Dean has his arms around her middle, kisses along the nape of her neck to her shoulder, âYouâre something else,âÂ
âAm I?â She strokes along his forearm.Â
âYeah,â He breathes out a chuckle, âI came so hard I think I blacked out.â
They stay connected for a while longer until Dean slips out with a squelching sound. He carries her into the shower and she finds herself showering for the second time.Â
He dries himself off before he goes out to get the robe for her and comes back holding it out for her to step into, âHow about we donât go out tonight? We can order room service.â
Y/N agrees because her legs are too wobbly to walk anywhere right now.Â
Theyâre cozy in bed with her lying on her stomach on the other end from Dean who has the cover pulled to protect his modesty while typing away on his laptop. Theyâre both still naked and sheâs well aware that Dean has a clear view of her cunt and ass, but she didnât mind very much. It seems like the most natural thing to be when they are around each other.Â
Finally she gets to send out the text to Ruby and thereâs immediately a reply back.
 R: [picture]
R: Samâs working right now.
 Itâs a picture of Rubyâs face and Samâs in the background, staring grumpily into the camera.Â
She has to laugh which prompts Dean to look at her with one raised eyebrow. She looks back and holds out the phone to show him the picture, âSamâs working.â
âAs he should,â Dean says sternly and she turns back, her thumb hovers over her screen.Â
Y/N starts to type a reply when Dean closes his laptop and gets out from under the covers to come crouching on top of her. Heâs already half hard again, she can feel the tip of his dick brushing over her ass.Â
âYou want to send her a picture back?âÂ
She frowns, sheâs actually never thought about it but now Dean makes her second guess it, âI donât know,â
âCome on, do it,â He nuzzles his nose against her temple.Â
âWhat?â
âI know youâre good friends and she always sends you pictures. So maybe if you really want, you can send one too, Iâm okay with it.â
Tilting her head to her side, she meets his green eyes. Heâs smiling, the crinkles deep around the corner.Â
âReally?â
âYeah,âÂ
âI donât know,â She is having doubts. Itâs not like they have something going on like Sam and Ruby do. Their arrangement is purely business.Â
âCâmon,â Dean takes her phone out of her hands, and holds it out to snap a picture, doesnât even mind if theyâre still naked.
His hands are longer than hers, it can snap up a picture from a wider angle. She sees herself on the screen, sees Dean behind her, his chin on her shoulder. Her hair covers her boobs.
Dean lowers his face, kisses and sucks at her shoulder while he looks up at the screen, the wrinkles on his forehead showing. She bites her lip because his warm tongue and sharp teeth feel great on her skin. He quickly snaps a couple of pictures.Â
He gives her back her phone, urges her to send one out again when he nibbles and sucks at her throat.Â
God, this man is doing things to her.
She quickly sends it out. Doesnât even write anything else and abandons her phone because Dean turns her around, kisses her lazily soft.Â
âCome on, we should get some sleep,â He whispers against her lips.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause I donât think I wanna wake up to a cranky you again tomorrow.â He chuckles lightly, and gets off the bed to pick her up before he pulls the cover away with one hand and lets her fall back into the bed with the other. He climbs in after her, spreads his arms for her to crawl in.Â
He kisses her again, all soft and tender. Itâs a contrast to how he just fucked her. She likes both sides of him. Likes how he can go all rough and demanding on her but shows her his softer side as well. And itâs easy, she thinks, they are comfortable around each other, at least as far as she can tell. She just wishes that the circumstances around whatever they have right now would have been different.Â
CH16
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âSociety wants to believe it can identify evil people, or bad or harmful people, but it's not practical. There are no stereotypes.â â Ted Bundy Anyone who knows me also knows that I am a huge fan of true crime. Â Even knowing that, it has taken me a long time to actually write about this, or maybe just fear at re-living it over again has held me back. Â I figure if I donât do it now I never will. It would be easier to simply do this as just another story. Â So here we go. Â (Part One)When I was fourteen other girls were reading Teen Beat and I was reading True Crime novels about Ken Bernardo, Jeffrey Dahmer and other serial killers no young girl should know about. Â So when I stumbled across the address to actually write one of them it was no surprise that I jumped on the chance. Â
For the sake of privacy and my sanity we will call him Mr. E. Â A lot of people donât even know about it but there is a place called J-pay where you can write to inmates and see if they respond. Â I wanted to ensure a response so I included a couple of pictures of myself. Â I was fifteen and throwing modesty aside, I thought I was pretty attractive. It had been a few weeks since I had sent my first message and I rushed home each day to see if there was a response. It had become a routine for me. Â I quickly logged into the website and saw that I actually had a response. Â I had only written one person and immediately I felt like a ten year old on Christmas morning. Â I clicked to open it and greedily read what was inside.
âI have to say for a young girl you are not only intelligent, but beautiful as well. Â I would be more than happy to answer your questions but if I am going to be nice to you, you need to be nice to me too. Â I have a couple questions of my own.â
I read down further, scrunched my face up at some of the more personal questions like âHow often do you bathâ or âWhat does your hair smell like before a good washâ . Â I knew he was highly intelligent, and I was sure he would smell bullshit from a mile away. Â I canât say I wasnât nervous but it was more nervous excitement. Â I was going to write my reply, but hesitation got the best of me. Â I turned the computer off and went to drown myself in another book. Â When I finally did sleep I was thrown into some pretty intense nightmares. Â I woke up tired from the lack of good sleep I had gotten and rolled over in bed. Â It wasnât unusual to remember my dreams, but this time I would rather not have. Â All night I had dreams of being visited by Mr. E. Â They seemed so real that I actually decided I would not write back at all.
After a couple nights of not having any nightmares and scolding myself for being a sissy, I gathered enough courage to write back. Â
âMr. E,I would be lying if I said I wasnât excited to see your response, even if you do ask some pretty weird questions. Â To show you that I will be an honest pen-pal I will answer them but first I want to ask a couple of my own. Â Do you ever feel sorry for what you did to the family of your victims? Â I already know how you feel about the girls that you killed. Â There are so many books written about you! What is it like not being able to be free anymore? Â What is your day to day like there? Â Do you get a lot of fan mail? Â Do you think I am a fan??â
I went down his list and answered all his questions, providing as little detail as possible. Â It did give me the creeps to think about a real life serial killer who tortured girls to death so close to my age having knowledge of my personal bathing habits and odors. Â Sometimes knowing someone is locked up isnât enough, itâs wondering what they do with their time that can be unsettling. Â We had been writing for about four months before things started to get even more uncomfortable. Â Mr. E had always given me the answers that I wanted, although I tended to not ask any graphic details about his murders. Then suddenly he started to give me details on his own, some of them that I had never actually read in any of his books. Â I would be lying if I said that I wasnât more jumpy than usual or that the contents of his letters were not giving me nightmares. Â The truth was I had been plagued by them, but I just could not stop responding. Â
I knew if my mother ever found out what I was doing she would probably take away my computer and everything else that provided contact with anyone in the world, and I think that was putting me on edge as well.I wanted to believe that Mr. E trusted me, but I knew his mail was being read. Â Since the details were just descriptions of his killing rituals and habits I guess it didnât matter. Â It wasnât like he was revealing where more bodies were or anything. Â His personal questions started to became more intrusive too. Â The minute I started to feel too uncomfortable, or there was a lapse of response, I would get a kinder letter of assurance which motivated me to keep writing. Â I was playing a game of cat and mouse but was starting to feel I was more the mouse than cat.
Finally, in one of our conversations he asked for my address. Â He told me that he had a few drawings and poetry he wanted me to have. Â In this message he especially made it a point to compliment me and thank me for keeping him company. Â He told me about how most of the writing he received was from distasteful and rude women (I assumed grown-ups) that he would never consider responding to. Â I have to admit I was flattered and less uncomfortable but looking back I see I was being manipulated. Â I gave him my address. Â I figured being locked up forever would prevent anything bad from happening to me. Â I was safe, so why not? It was only a few days later that a small package arrived, and I ran upstairs before my mother could see what I had. Â I opened it carefully, and my heart was pounding so loud it seemed like it was coming from across the room. Â I almost lost my breath to be completely honest. Â Here I was, a teenager getting mail from a notorious serial killer! Â Who would believe it! Â
Inside the package contained two poems, with what looked like dried blood smeared across them. Â A lock of hair tied with what looked like some kind of frayed rope and three drawings. Â One of the poems went as follows; âHer lips looked like two berries. I knew I had to touch but my touch was so heavy off her face the lips I plucked I kissed the bloody space where they once used to be a beautiful and gaping hole but then she tried to flee I wrapped her up in ribbons I tied them like a bow Her mouth kept making noises So the hole I had to sewâ I am sure you get the picture. Â In my young mind I wasnât sure what to think, but I guess I thought it was to be expected. Â I wondered if there were any rules about what you could send someone so young, but then again I had never mentioned my age. Â I had only sent photos since you had to be eighteen to use the website. Â We had made an agreement that when his arrived, I would send my own. Â That night my nightmares were so intense that I woke sweating and feeling trapped. Â The next morning I cut off a lock of my own hair, pricked my finger and smeared some blood across it. Â I canât explain how or why but Mr. E had some kind of hold on me. At this point you might be wondering what kind of laws they had back then about what you could or could not send into prison. Â I didnât realize that we lived in a world with such liberties or restrictions. Â I was in a state of being embarrassed about my nightmares and thinking I was some hot shot getting details nobody else had gotten. Â Two more weeks went by and I did not hear from my pen-pal. Â I was confused and constantly checking my inbox. Â I wondered if what I sent had gotten him into some kind of trouble, but was more worried my mom might find out if someone from the prison contacted us. Â Then a week or so later, another box appeared and I once again ran upstairs to open it. Â I was lucky that the mail was there when I came home from school. Â I did not want to have to deal with a confrontation with my mom about strange boxes at our front door. I opened the box and was immediately confused. Â What I saw put goosebumps all over my body, not just my arms. Â It was almost painful. Â There was only a letter, and the box was too big for just a letter. Â That was strange enough. Â The letter was short itself was short. Â âI hope you are as excited as I am. Â It wonât be long now.â The more I thought about it, the less scared I was. Â I was actually angry. Â I felt like I had been betrayed. Then I realized how ridiculous that was. Â Why would I expect honesty from a serial killer? Â I bet this was his new way of getting his kicks now that he was locked up. Â I went to my computer and was ready to write a bunch of insults but when I got to the web page it would not load. Â That happened a lot, so I decided to just cut my losses and move on. Â I was embarrassed that I had been such an easy target, so even weeks later I never told my friends and obviously not my mother.One night I was out with my best friend and we went to our favorite spot, the playground. Â Yeah, I know. Â Juvenile, but it was the best place at night because it was private and nobody bothered you. Â After the usual talk about boys at school, and general gossip we decided it was time to head home. Â My mother was almost always gone on the weekends, and it happened to be the weekend my little brother and sister werenât at home with me either. Â I tried to convince Lilly to spend the night but she said her dad would freak out since she basically spent every weekend at my house anyways. This meant flicking through television channels until I got frustrated enough to read a book and then go to sleep.My walk back home was short but it seemed like the perfect time for my mind to start thinking about Mr. E. Â It bothered me that I was so foolish and even though I knew I had nothing to be scared of I still felt a little jumpy when I was turning the corner onto my street. Â I finally got home and shut and locked the door and let out a deep sigh. Â It felt like I had been holding my breath. Â I had to laugh at myself as I walked upstairs to start a boring routine of spending a Saturday night alone. My little yorkie Koby was running around my legs wagging his stub tail excitedly. Â I picked him up and opened my bedroom door. Â âHello pal, I told you it wouldnât be much longer.â Â I felt dizzy and nauseous at the same time but I could not move. It felt like the entire room tilted. Â I stood there trying to process what was happening. Â He made no attempt to move from the bed. Â He was holding one of my stuffed animals in his hands. Â I kept telling myself this wasnât real, it was another dream. Â This wasnât him. Â This was not happening. Â This wasnât him. Â The voice inside my head became more frantic and I put my hands on both my ears. Â I felt like I was losing my mind because there could not possibly be a man sitting on my bed, holding my stuffed animal. âDonât be upset, I know Iâm not who you are looking for but I promise I can give you much more than some man stuck in a cell could anyway. Â We have so much to talk about. Â I knew you were the one when you sent that hair back to me. Â I said to myself, here is a girl who isnât afraid to do things out of the ordinary.â Â His voice was vibrating though me. Â I knew my only way to get out of this would be to either do what he said, or make him think I would. At the same time that thought was going through my head I also realized there was no way I was going to talk my way out of this. This wasnât Mr. E, and this wasnât a nightmare. Â I could tell this man was very tall from the height of him simply sitting there. Â His black hair was straight. Â He looked ordinary. Â He didnât look like a monster at all. âHow?....â Â I barely said the words as if speaking too loud might cause him to do something. âWell, I could insult your intelligence for not making sure the website you were using was actually the real website, but most of you young ones usually donât bother. Â Letâs just say you were never writing to who you thought you were and start fresh.â Â All the terrible details from his letter came back to me. Â The way he stalked the girls, kidnapped them and then held for days while they were tortured. Â Like dolls, he played with them until they were no longer breathing.Â
âI thought I could trust you.â Â I whispered, still frozen in my place. Â I could attempt to run but he would just catch me on the stairs as I tried to go down. Â There wasnât any feasible way to get away.
âOh you can trust me. Â I never lied to you did I? Â Now come over here and sit on my lap and I will tell you all the fun things we will do together. Â I know you like the park, did you want to go back and swing on the swings again? Â You looked so fresh with your skirt flying up your legs.â
I shook my head and back into my doorway which was at the exact moment that he lunged at me. The fact that he had been watching me made me feel violated enough. Â I didnât even bother to take time to think about how long he had been watching me but now assumed it was from the moment I sent him my actual address.
I let out a startled yelp as we both landed on the ground. He was quick and before I knew it he had my arms over my head was straddling me. Â He leaned down for a kiss but I kept twisting my head back and forth with tears streaming down my face. Â âPlease donât let him kiss me, please.â I begged God inside my mind to make it go away. Â
The next thing I knew he slapped me so hard across my face that I was seeing everything in twoâs with blurred lines. Â I was no longer frantically twisting, but slowly going back and forth, still reeling from the hand that had rocked me. Â I was so dazed I could barely feel his mouth drooling on mine until he sharply bit down on my lip. Â It was so hard I came out of my daze screaming as loudly as I could before he clamped his hand over my lips and shook his head.
âThere will be plenty of time for that.âÂ
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Butterfly Wings [1]
Fandom: Bleach
Summary: "Have you ever wondered what would happen if you tore off a butterfly's wings? Do you think it would crawl on the ground, struggling to survive? Or would it just die slowly, deprived of its freedom?"
When Gin joins the Fifth Division of the Gotei 13 to keep an eye on Aizen and carry out his revenge, the Vice-Captain welcomes him with open arms. Soon, theyâre playing a game of cat-and-mouse, each trying to guess what the other knows and their motives. Aizen, in particular, seems to enjoy pushing Gin down into the mire, and for Gin, thereâs no turning back.
Characters:Â Ichimaru Gin, Aizen Sousuke
Warnings:Â Murder, Innuendo
Word Count: 1.8k
He wasn't unfamiliar with death. But there was always something different about taking a life with his own hands. Despite the presence behind him, he didn't move as he gazed down at the lump of flesh, composing his feelings. This was just the first step in his plan, and his goal was much too important to ever make a misstep.
The events of the evening had been carefully choreographed from the moment he stepped onto the grounds this morning. During the tour, he'd carefully paid attention to his surroundings, fixing in mind where the seated officers' quarters were and the ideal location in which to call out his opponent. Then, with just the right balance of flattery and confidence, he'd asked for a private practice match, fully aware that his reputation preceded him. The other man's pride--and his fear of having that pride dragged into the mud before everyone else--sealed the deal. Really, the most difficult part was making sure that he was caught by just the right person; anyone else, and all his careful efforts would be rendered entirely useless. It couldn't appear to be anything but a coincidence, so as not to raise suspicion, and despite his calm facade, his heart had been racing the whole time, until he sensed someone stop to watch them. Watching, but not raising a hand⌠not even when his opponent had called out for help in desperation, finally relinquishing his foolish pride as he grasped for life. And that was when he was certain, and he had struck the final blow without hesitation and with a quieting heart.Â
So when his companion finally spoke, he was able to turn and greet him with a smile and a tone of calm indifference despite being half-covered in blood. But it really was strange, how easy it was to defeat the third seat. Even if his opponent had never seriously considered the possibility that a mere "kid" would really try to kill him, he had been way too soft. If this was the level of the Gotei 13, it really was no surprise that Soul Society couldn't even keep its affairs in order. So when the fukutaichou asked for his opinion, he answered truthfully, and not just because that was the answer Aizen expected.
"Completely useless. What a joke."
That slight smile told him everything: he had passed the first test. He had the resolve to kill another human and the skills to fulfill the task. Of course, Gin wasn't naive enough to think that Aizen trusted him at all with just that, but that would come in time. On the other hand, the fukutaichou was highly respected and renowned as a kind man; Rangiku had gushed about how lucky he was to have been accepted into the Fifth Company and the importance of making a good impression on his superiors. At the time, Gin had reassured her that that was exactly what he intended to do.
"Ichimaru-kun, I would like you to be my subordinate."
Still grinning, Gin tilted his head as though he was puzzled by the statement. "Ain't I already, though, Aizen-fukutaichou? I'm part'a the Fifth Company like ya, right? 'less you're saying ya think I wanna fight ya for yer seat, or the taichou's. I ain't that good."
"Not yet, but perhaps in the future," Aizen agreed, favoring him with another smile that said he saw right through Gin's innocent charade. "Now, wash up and go back to bed. I'll take care of the cleanup here."
It wasn't until much later that Gin learned just how the fukutaichou had managed to disguise the murder as a suicide. But in the end, nobody questioned the situation when the body was found the next day, or challenged his assignment to the third seat. There was certainly some resentment over the fact that a recruit fresh from the Academy would be given the position, but everyone recognized that the so-called genius was more than qualified to hold it.
So like a shadow, Gin was often found trailing behind Aizen, always smiling and eager to please his superior. "A creepy kid" seemed to be the general consensus about him, and many seemed relieved that he had attached himself so closely to the highly respected fukutaichou, as if they expected that Aizen would keep him in check. But really, it wasn't as though he had ever been caught doing something wrong. He was just too clever, too strong, and too young⌠combined with his polite indifference towards most, it scared people. Both of them recognized that truth, and so Gin did nothing that would challenge that perception, because that was what Aizen wanted.
The only person who truly trusted him was Rangiku, and only around his childhood friend could Gin relax. Between his company duties and her classes, he couldn't see her often, but the brief moments of relative peace that they shared together were worth it. Although Rukongai had practically been a living hell, if there was anything that he missed about it, it was the way they had created their own universe together with just the two of them. He didn't resent her or her new friends, though: she'd always been more sociable than him, and he was glad that her world was being filled with color and laughter. But sometimes, he felt like her complaints and teasing were the only thing keeping him sane as his own world sank into the shadows.
In retrospect, though, he'd still been too naive. He'd never actively tried to hide their relationship from his fukutaichou, knowing that it would be a futile effort. Aizen watched the third seat too closely, clearly still cautious despite their shared complicity. And even if he hadn't, he was clever enough to notice if Gin was hiding something from him and persistent enough to figure out what it was. So long as Rangiku didn't get in the way of his plans, she wasn't worth his notice⌠or so Gin believed.
Several years later, Gin stepped silently into Aizen's office, his usual smile affixed to his face as he greeted the other man.Â
"Ya called fer me, Aizen-fukutaichou?"
"Ah, Gin. I was hoping to get your opinion on something. Please, sit."
Obediently, Gin lowered himself onto the cushion that Aizen indicated, puzzled. In all the time that they'd worked together, Aizen had never sincerely asked for his opinion on anything, not since the night he'd killed the former third seat. Would it be another test, or was it a sign that he was beginning to earn Aizen's trust?
He accepted the document that the older man offered to him, opening it to reveal Rangiku's Academy report. Carefully, he read through it before looking back up, with his expression as noncommittal as ever.
"So whatcha wanna ask, then?"
"I was thinking about inviting her to join the Fifth Company. The taichou is rather ambivalent about her, but she's your friend, right? I wouldn't mind putting in a word for your sake, since you've been so helpful to us."
A chill crept into Gin's bones as he shrugged, acutely aware of the fukutaichou's steady gaze under the lightness of his words. He'd expected that Aizen would be aware of his friendship, but this possibility had never occurred to him. He didn't want Rangiku anywhere near Aizen, not only because of what had happened in the past, but also since it seemed just as likely that she'd end up as yet another casualty of the man's charisma. Even with the experiments, she'd be safer elsewhere. Carefully, he considered his words before he spoke.Â
"Nah, ya don't need t' do that. You saw her report, too. She ain't anything more than an average shinigami, so she wouldn't be able t' help ya much. I 'preciate ya thinkin' 'bout me, but she'd just get in the way here. It ain't like I can't see her if she's in a diff'rent company."
Aizen nodded, as kind and understanding as ever, though his eyes never left Gin's face.
"She's a fairly attractive woman, though, isn't she? Still a bit young, but she's got promise. Are you seeing her romantically?"
At that, Gin's smile widened slightly, making him even more inscrutable than usual, even as he shook his head.Â
"We ain't like that, Aizen-fukutaichou. We were just friends, growin' up in Rukongai. 'sides, her other friends don't seem t' like me much. She probably doesn't even really need me anymore."
"And that doesn't upset you?"
"Would ya like it to?" Though the words sounded like a challenge, Gin's tone was as casual as always. The contrast seemed to surprise a chuckle out of the other man, though he caught himself quickly, holding out a hand. Obediently, Gin moved to return the report, only to be startled himself when Aizen grabbed his wrist, tugging him closer so he was half-sprawled over the desk. The smile slipped from his face, and his eyes slitted open slightly, revealing a flash of blue in his otherwise pale complexion. Bemused, he watched with wary caution as Aizen's free hand moved deliberately toward his face, tucking under his chin to tilt his face up.
"Your eyes are quite beautiful, Gin. It's a pity that I don't get to see them more often." Though Gin had tensed, he didn't resist as those slender fingers drifted closer to his eyes, tugging his lids wider and applying a gentle, steady pressure. "But I also feel jealous when I think that others might also see them. I'd like to take them out and keep them locked away, just for myself. What do you think about that, Gin?"
Slowly, the smile returned to Gin's face as he relaxed despite Aizen's terrifying words. "If that's what ya think is best. Though I dunno if I could be as good as Tousen-san."
For a long moment, the threatening pressure remained, and then Aizen released Gin, allowing the younger man to return to his seat and smooth down his robes.
"It truly would be a pity to lose your skills," Aizen agreed. Then, as if the last few minutes hadn't happened at all, he continued, "You're certain, then, that you don't want me to invite Matsumoto-kun to our division?"
"Prob'ly best that way. But thanks fer lookin' out fer me," Gin answered with an empty smile. Aizen nodded a dismissal, so Gin got up and left, making his way back to his rooms. Only once he had closed the door behind him did he collapse in a flood of relief.
He wasn't sure how much of his words Aizen had believed, but Rangiku would be safe. At least from their superficial conversation, the fukutaichou wouldn't extend that proposed invitation. His hand trembled slightly as it reached up to touch his eye, as though making certain it was still there. If Aizen had tried to rip them out, Gin would have let him, but that didn't make the prospect of blindness any less terrifying. He also couldn't shake the feeling that he'd missed something, in those long moments. He hadn't failed the test⌠but he hadn't quite passed it, either.
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âAre you ready to make your decision?â
No. Of course the answer is no, but thereâs no delaying it anymore. âIs it nine already?â
Sejin sighs, shuffling to the side of the table to indicate youâre to sit beside him. When you do, facing the boys on the couch, your heart gives another sickening lurch. Sejin squeezes your shoulder kindly. âJust a game, sweetheart,â he assures quietly, before raising his voice into the authorial tone he used for announcements. âThank you for all being here on time, any on topic questions before we begin?â
Nobody answers, not even Jin. Thereâs a tense atmosphere, and you feel caught right in the centre of it.
âOkay, then,â he says softly, sensing the sullen atmosphere. âIâd like to give each of the Gentlemen a chance to explain why Y/n should keep them in the show. Letâs go around the room. Yoongi?â
To Sejinâs left, perched on the end of the three-person couch, is the doctor himself, legs crossed and face relaxed. âUm, Y/n should keep me in becau-â
âSay it to her,â Sejin guides, shuffling back to move out of the way.
Reflexively, Yoongi glances up at you, and the calm warmth of his eyes reassures you. âY/n, Iâd ask you to keep me in because weâve had a good time together so far, but thereâs so much that we have yet to explore. Beyond that, Iâd like to think Iâm a good fit for the house, and Iâll continue to assist Jin-hyung in cooking many meals.â Once heâs done, he sends you a small smile, eyes glinting playfully.
The younger boy sitting next to him is not as cheerful. Bottom lip red from gnawing, Jungkook tucks his feet up on the couch, resting his chin on his knees. His eyes meet yours after Sejin signals for him to begin. âI really hope you donât vote me out because I like it here a lot. Youâre so cool, and the hyungs are so cool, and I feel really happy here. I know we havenât spent a whole lot of quality time yet, but I want to, if I stick around long enough.â
You bite down harshly on your tongue, sending him a strained smile. Fuck, this sucks. Beside Jungkook is Hoseok, who props his elbow on the arm of the couch, posture casual but face stricken.
âY/n,â Hoseok begins, voice tentative and uncharacteristically subdued, âyouâre a very intelligent girl and you have a lot of potential in being a sub. Iâd appreciate the opportunity to stay in and show you and the audience how enjoyable BDSM can be. Weâre all very lucky men to be on the show with you.â
On the couch beside, Namjoon is the next one around. He pauses, eyes dancing about the room as he thinks. âI think it probably doesnât make much sense to keep me in the game,â he allows. âIâm not experienced like the others and so itâs a little hard to defend on that front, but I think me staying allows you the advantage of being my first and best experience. I feel like with just a bit more time, Iâll really grow into my element, and I feel safe doing it with you. So I really hope I stay.â
Squished beside him is Jin, who sends you a big grin, even if it doesnât fully reach his eyes. âThis is so shitty,â he says with a laugh, âitâs harder than I was prepared for before I came, and I think thatâs due partly to the warm environment that weâre developing with each other, but also because you, Y/n, are a very genuine and lively person. Of course this is a game about sex, but I donât think any one of us could say thatâs the only factor here. As for me, I ask that you keep me in at least a week more because I can promise not only a good time, but also an ear if you need one, and advice should you ever want it.â He pauses to glance around the room. âThat goes for all of you,â Jin adds, âI cannot believe that I donât hate any of you, I donât know how the producers found such great people.â
His words ease a bit of the tension, and the rest of you let out laughs of relief, your heart easing slightly.
Next, itâs down on the floor for Taehyung, who seems to prefer sitting cross-legged on the carpet to any other spot in the room. âI really wanna stay here,â he pleads with his eyes locked on yours, so earnest, âyouâre so fantastic, and Jungkookie and the hyungs are all so fantastic, and I donât wanna go home so soon. And also I think in terms of sex and stuff, I bring a lot to the table.â Taehyung avoids Sejinâs gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt innocently even as he stares up through his eyelashes at the rest of you cheekily. âI think we saw that yesterday. Though in the future, hopefully itâll cost me less.â He sends a withering glare at Yoongi and Jin. âYou assholes.â
You let out a chuckle, Jin huffing in response and Yoongi just shrugging with a shameless grin. Finally, itâs Jiminâs turn, and your chest pangs as you remember the last time you were together. The way he squeezed your hand gently before getting out of the car last night, the way he walked you to your bedroom door, wishing you sweet dreams. The way you saw an entirely different man to the one heâs been advertising.
His eyes on you are imploring even as his back is straight and legs crossed. âI value the time I spend with you. This is, after all, a game about sex so Iâll defend myself by saying you can rest assured Iâm skilled enough to please you well, but if you allow me to stay,â he drops eye contact, fiddling with his rings even as he fights to remain poised, âI do hope itâs not the sex alone that keeps me here.â Like a switch is flicked, his momentary vulnerability vanishes, and he glances up and sends you a smile, warm and at-ease, having said his piece.
âAnd Y/n,â Sejin guides from beside you, his kind eyes on you, âanything to say to the guys?â
Your heart stutters in your chest. Itâs been a week? Why is this so hard? âI- First of all, this decision has been insanely hard. Youâre all amazing, not just in bed but as people, and I hope that whoever has to leave will still stay in touch. It feels really cruel that I have to say goodbye to someone so soon. The reality is, none of you did bad, and thereâs nobody I donât like; nobody that doesnât belong here. Iâve made my decision, but- I donât know. Iâm not happy with it, but I donât think Iâd be happy with any decision. In the end, I guess I just went for the least painful option.â You take a deep breath, eyes lifting to look at Hoseok, who sends you a sad smile. You open your mouth-
âWait!â Sejin interrupts loudly. Everyone turns to look at him in unison, eyes wide. âThere-â He breaks off with a sigh, glancing at the camera closest to him before looking back down at the group. âListen; this will be edited out, but ratings have been doing far better than weâd ever anticipated. We already hired a third editor to keep up with demand and get more episodes out than was on the schedule, and thereâs talk we may even start getting sponsorships because the support has been creating headlines, at least on Twitter. The higher-ups at Bangasm, well⌠they want to make an exception.â
You furrow your brows. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâll see,â Sejin answers. âAct surprised.â The eight of you stare at him with varying degrees of bewilderment as he puffs his chest and carries his voice louder, switching back into producer mode. âWait!â he repeats in the same tone as earlier. âThe production team hasnât been completely honest with you. This isnât just a basic game with prompts each week like we told you. There will be a special advantage, a wildcard if you wish, that changes things up. They could affect the prompts, or how the game proceeds for that week. We call them Bangasm Bombs. And while we didnât tell you, our production team has drawn the Bangasm Bomb for Week One.â
Sejin pauses to look at you all meaningfully. Jimin picks up the hint. âSo; whatâs the âBangasm Bombâ for this week?â he asks for you, gesturing quote marks with his fingers.Â
Your mind is starting to whir, possibilities beginning to percolate in your mind, but you arenât prepared for what Sejin says next.
âNobody goes home this week.âÂ
Your mouth drops open, eyes darting around the room to see the open disbelief on the guysâ faces. âSo I- I donât have to send anyone home today?â
âNo,â Sejin answers warmly, and you feel your shoulders sag in relief, a breath rushing out you didnât know you were holding. Sejin winces, clearing his throat lightly. âThatâs⌠the other thing.â
âOther thing?â Yoongi asks incredulously. âThereâs more?â
âWith the success of the show comes other benefits. For example; the CEO and treasurer of Bangasm have agreed to double our funding if we can keep the views up. No, Seokjin,â Sejin quips the second the eldest contestant raises his hand. Jin puts his hand down, lips pursed in a pout. âWeâre changing the rules a bit. Before, we said if Y/n eliminated you, youâd pack your bags and leave. Now; you stay.â
Sejin canât get another word out over the clamour that arises, everyone shocked and excited and confused all at once. He waves his hand for silence, and only after a minute or so everyone calms down.Â
âSo, thereâs just no eliminating?â Jungkook asks with a comically quizzical look on his face.
âPlease just let me explain,â Sejin requests, sighing. âYes, there will still be eliminations. But if you get eliminated, you stay in the house.â
âSo itâs a free pass,â Jungkook surmises.
âNot quite. No longer will you not be competing in the game, but you wonât be able to have sex with or sexually touch Y/n in any way. If you do, then youâll be sent out of the house for good.â
âNo sex with Y/n?â Taehyung asks meaningfully. âSo⌠otherwiseâŚ?â
Sejin sighs, a tired laugh falling from his lips. âJust no sex with Y/n,â he confirms. âIf you touch Y/n sexually, you go home. If Y/n touches you, of course we canât send her home, so weâve devised a punishment.âÂ
At the word punishment your head darts up to stare at the producer, but Hoseok beats you to the punch. âSheâs gonna come join us in the bunkroom?â
âThatâs for failing prompts, Hobi-hyung,â Namjoon points out, âY/n doesnât have any prompts.â
âCorrect,â Sejin confirms. âIf Y/n touches an eliminated member in a sexual manner, then that member gets to choose what she wears for the next 24 hours.â
You frown. âThat doesnât sound soâŚâ you trail off when you glance up, only to be met with seven hungry sets of eyes. You can just about see the cogs turning in their brains as they stare at your body. âAh.â
âYes. So stick to the rules, and you get, as Jungkook so elegantly put, a free pass minus Y/n. Got it?â
The eight of you stay silent, still shell-shocked from the two revelations. This changed things. Now, when you voted someone off, they would get to stay, but they would get to stay. You can see both the positive and negative possibilities there, and itâs no surprise that a reality show would have such a sneaky plot twist.
So youâd have all seven fucking you for one more week, and then all seven every week in the future, only with your sexual prospects dropping as you went. It does ensure that youâll begin voting for them purely based on sexual performance; considering their personalities in the house wasnât an issue if youâd have those anyway.Â
As you glance around the room, you canât help but wonder if your vote wouldâve been different had you known that heâd get to stay. And you wonder if youâll end up picking the same person in a weekâs time, after a new set of prompts. The thought makes you sit up, turning to Sejin again.
âWill the boys draw their new prompts, then?â you ask. âDo I get to know the theme again?â
âAh, of course-â Sejin breaks off to sit up, retrieving a stack of slightly crumpled papers from his back pocket. âThis weekâs theme is dynamics and roleplay. Come pick a card.â
Like last week, you pay close attention to the reactions of each of the seven. Namjoon blinks wide at his, but doesnât seem as put off as last week, and his eyes go distant when he sits back down, like heâs already picturing it. Jimin takes two, one for him at one for Taehyung, and the two compare, Taehyung laughing at Jiminâs and Jimin smirking at Taehyungâs, brushing his clean-shaven cheek with the back of his knuckles and murmuring something in his ear.Â
When Jin gets his, he bites his tongue and shakes his head with a light laugh, and Yoongiâs mouth drops open upon reading his card, eyes darkening with lust. Jungkook winces at first, but thinks on it a moment longer and grins eagerly, taking a second glance and scrunching his nose cutely at it. Hoseok takes his last, calmly reading it with a pleased smirk, sliding it into his front pocket and taking a seat.
Your breath leaves you in a slow stream. Youâre back to the not-knowing. Dynamics and roleplay. It could really be anything, you supposed. Naughty schoolgirl, pizza delivery guy. You didnât watch a lot of porn but you vaguely knew some of the tropes, and itâll be a rather interesting week indeed.
âThatâs not all, of course,â Sejin adds, and you feel like your brain could implode with the information dump that this morning has been. âWould you like to hear the Bangasm Bomb for Week 2?â
âWe find out now?â Hoseok questions. âNot at the end?â
âWell, in order to fulfil it you need to know now,â the producer explains. âThis week, Y/n may not sleep in her own bed, and she may not sleep in the same bed twice.â
You blink, not expecting it to be directed at you. âI what?â Your mind catches up with the rule, and you let out a light laugh. âSo, Iâll have to share with the other guys?â
"Let's not forget the type of show we're on," Yoongi points out, leveling an impressed stare at the producer. "Well-played."
"Thank you," Sejin replies shortly. "Now, that'll be all. Just a reminder, if your scene isn't filmed, it doesn't count, and it's okay if Y/n guesses the prompt, but if you tell her directly then your prompt is void. Seokjin; we ordered you a set of chef's knives that should be here later today. Please stop spamming the company's inquiries email."
He's out of the room before Jin can even react, open-mouthed but smug like the cat that got the cream.
The eight of you sit in silence for a moment or two, still reeling. It's Hoseok in the end that recovers first.
"So we all stay," he muses. "Even if we get voted off, we stay. Why is that both a blessing and a curse?"
"This is reality TV," Jimin points out calmly, "and it's porn on top of it. Tension and drama skyrockets ratings. Well; I'm going to make some coffees if anyone wants one."
Most of the group move back into the kitchen, rifling through cabinets like zombies to make their breakfasts, but Namjoon approaches you hesitantly, biting on his lip.
"Y/n, can I talk to you? Privately?"
You stand up off the coffee table, though still you're lifting your chin to meet his gaze. "Sure," you reply easily, "privately or privately privately?"
"Um," he hesitates, glancing towards the entrance foyer, where across the hall lies the unfilmed rec room. "Just privately is fine for now."
Everyone else distracted with the prospect of food and hot coffee, it's easy enough to just sit on the stairs, side-by-side and thighs touching. Like this, you become aware of how much bigger he is than you. Namjoon's legs sprawl out down to the bottom of the stairs, socked feet slipping slightly on the glossy stone floor, whereas yours are tucked on the step below you. He glances down at you with a nervous disposition, but his eyes are surprisingly steady.
"Hoseok-hyung and I slept in the bunk bed room last night, as you probably know," he explains. "Him and I talked a lot. About a bunch of things, but he helped me realise something. And after I got the prompt today, I was sure."
Your eyes widen as they watch him carefully. The roots of his purple are starting to grow out in a soft brunette that makes him look even younger, his face round yet gently sculpted, chin pressed out in solemnity. "Sure of what?" you question quietly.
Namjoon takes a slow breath, rubbing his palms over his knees. "I think it's better if I don't lose my virginity while doing some cheesy role-play for a porn show, you know? I know I chose to come here knowing what I was walking into, but... Hoseok suggested maybe we could use the rec room for some privacy and then I could just fill my prompt later in the week. Of course, the producers will probably get annoyed at me not losing my virginity on camera, but they never said I had to, and I think I want it to be something just for me, you know? Something that's just you and me, outside of the show. I understand if you don't want to do that, but if you're happy to, I think I'm ready now."
You take a few moments to fully process his words, the gravity of them. "You sure you're ready? If you are, I'm happy to do that, Joonie. I want it to be good for you. You deserve that."
He smiles at that, broadly, but with his head ducked down. "That means a lot," he admits, "but yeah. I'm ready. If you want to...?" He trails off, tipping his head in the direction of the private rec room.
You sit up straight. "Oh! You mean- now now? Yes, I can do that, wow, okay-"
"If that's alright?" he asks hastily, face pinched with worry, but you just stand up, holding out a hand to him. He takes it, letting you lead him to the door.
From the few times you've needed to use this room, it's been pretty empty. It's small; most likely originally intended as extra storage or a home office, and the producers had put a visibly second-hand couch on one wall, a skinny coffee table and a lamp in there.
Generally, it's a glorified staffroom of sorts, a time-out that's more valuable for its lack of cameras than anything actually inside. Today, though, you freeze in the hallway at the sight that greets you.
With the table pushed to one side, boasting two bottles of water, a box of tissues, a bottle of self-heating lube and a small bluetooth speaker, the rest of the room has been converted into a massive bed.
The floor is covered with blankets, sheets and duvets, thick enough to be like a bedroll, with pillows stacked on the edges. They cover most of the floor, roughly the size of a queen size bed. On top of the impressive set-up are a colourful variety of packaged condoms, arranged in a tasteful love-heart.
Namjoon groans at the display, pinching his brow. "Hoseok said he'd set up for me and make it a little more comfortable, I'm sorry."
"It's cute," you say with a laugh, "are you wanting to use condoms?"
Namjoon swallows. "Uh, you- what would you prefer?"
You shrug, collecting them up and flicking through the buffet of options. You chuckle as the majority are L and XL. Unsurprising. "I mean, we don't need one. So if you want to feel everything fully, I say go bare."
"G-go bare, please," he coughs out awkwardly, shutting and locking the door behind him, double-checking the handle. "Can we put some music on? It's really quiet in here."
"Of course." You busy yourself with the music, smiling at the fact that he must have appreciated it last time. By the time you select a nice playlist on your phone and pick a decent volume, Namjoon's surprised you by hastily stripping down to his underwear, shyly rubbing at his knees.
You stand stock-still for a moment, just taking in the gorgeous sight of his body, all understated muscle and bold lines and planes. He must do some form of exercise, because his chest is thick, as are his thighs, and his lower stomach is soft but lean. He's gorgeous, and between your legs you feel your excitement grow.
Hustling to strip your clothes off as a gentle guitar strumming fills the air, you feel the cool cotton of the duvet under your knees as you straddle Namjoon, the man sucking in a breath as your clothed pussy presses flush against his hardness.
"Give me a kiss," you ask softly, a suggestion to let him take control, and a sigh of relief leaves his lungs as he cups your face in his hands, tugging your lips onto his greedily.
The ferocity with which he kisses you takes your breath away. It's powerful, greedy and demanding like he's waited an eon to kiss you again. While he was surprisingly skilful the first time, now it feels like he's come into his own.
You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat as you feel his tongue slipping between your lips, licking up into your mouth like he's trying to devour you. You're drunk on it, mind feeling hazy, but you manage to pull away for a moment, gasping out a, "how the hell did you get this good?"
Grunting, Namjoon's eyes flutter open and one of his hands slips back to cup the nape of your neck securely, preventing you from backing up further. "Hoseok gave me some tips," he admits. "Now get back here."
You let yourself be pulled in again and eaten alive, muffled groans and sighs of bliss slipping out between swipes of tongue and flashes of teeth, nipping at your bottom lip until it's swollen and aching in the best way.
Without realising, you've begin to grind your hips against him, needing friction, and he pants into your mouth at the feeling. The pleasure makes him sloppy, and you groan as his lips leave yours, veering down to kiss along your jawline, tugging on your earlobe before sucking blossoms of colour down your throat. You tip your head back, arching into his mouth and rocking your hips against him, the friction addictive.
"Gonna fuck you now," you hear him groan against your collarbone, lips on your skin that's slick from his spit. Even in your heightened state of arousal you can sense the slight question in his voice, like he's checking you're still okay with it.
More than okay, you glance down to see the point that joins you, your panties so wet that the grey of his boxers is marred by a dark spot, wet and clinging to the stiff outline of his cock. You curse lowly at the sight of it. "Fuck, please, I need you, Joonie."
He lets out a strangled sigh, hands trembling slightly as he pushes down the waistband of his boxers so that it rests below his balls, cock bobbing up to rest at his stomach. He swallows hard, eyes closed and back resting against the base of the couch. The sheets beneath you have heated up with your body temperature, arousal radiating off the two of you in waves.Â
When you first reach out to touch him, you keep your eyes on his face, on his reaction. The initial contact makes his brow twitch, eyes clenching shut. So thick your fingers donât touch around him when you grasp his base, heâs definitely the biggest youâve seen in the house; a touch of irony that the least experienced member had the biggest genetic advantage. His bottom lip finds his way tucked between his teeth, thighs tensing beneath you.Â
âJoonie,â you mumble in a mock pout, âare you gonna fuck me now or so I have to do all the work myself?â
His eyes fly open, gaze landing on your widened eyes of innocence, before darting down to where youâre gently stroking him, fingertips catching on the sensitive ridge beneath his head. âHobi-hyung said you should ride me so you can get used to it.â
You chuckle, tapping your thumb over his weeping slit, making him hiss. âLetâs stop thinking about what Hobi said and start worrying about what you want. Do you want me to ride you? Feel how tight I am for you?â
He curses, brows knitting as he nods shakily, and you canât hold yourself back any longer. With a low curl of thrill in your stomach, you sit up so you can quickly slip off your panties, before straddling him again. He feels heavy when you brush his length through your sodden folds, readying him for you, and the thought makes you groan lowly.Â
âWanted you so bad,â you confess over the music in the background, now a simple drum beat that gives you rhythm as you grind your hips over him, letting his blunt head catch at your entrance. âFuck.â His fingers are digging into your hips just with the feeling of your pussy clenching over his tip, and you lower yourself painfully slowly, adjusting to the way he stretches you to your limit, dragging inch by inch against your walls.Â
âH-oh god, it is, itâs so tight,â he comments with a hitch in his voice, and again you feel the muscles of his thighs twitch, like heâs fighting the urge to bury himself in you. Though the thought of it is hot, youâre merciful that heâs giving you time to grow accustomed to the sheer girth of his dick inside you.Â
âDoes it feel good, Joonie?â you ask, the question panted as he takes your breath away, grinning at the quick stuttered nods he gives in reply, fingers flexing on the flesh of your hips and ass. By the time youâre sitting flush against his lap, you can barely breathe, a shaky hand pressing onto your stomach almost expecting to feel him bulging out of you from the inside. Heâs not just the biggest on the show, but the biggest youâve ever had, and you feel like you could cum just from rolling your hips against him.Â
âYou feel so amazing, Y/n,â he praises, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close so that he can press his lips to yours. You whine as he shifts in you, feeling shakier than ever, but appreciate the chance to adjust to him, tongue chasing his and fingers slipping into his hair as you kiss.Â
Youâre content to stay like that for as long as he continues to move his mouth against you, mouth watering at the feeling of cockwarming him and joining your bodies so intimately, but the excitement of new sensation gets to him, and after a while he begins to shift, holding your hips down and grinding his hips.
Your jaw drops open, hands flying out to grip at his shoulders at the feeling. Heâs so deep you can barely comprehend it, can barely think with his cock filling you so completely, and find yourself pleading quietly, an unintelligible babble of more, please more, need more. He shifts his posture as you sit on his length, uncrossing his legs and instead bracing them in front of him.Â
âWant me to fuck you like this?â he asks, nipping at your throat, and you shiver at the husky gravel of his tone. What happened to the shy virgin?Â
âPlease, Joonie,â you gasp, clenching around him, âneed you to move.â
His first thrust takes your breath away, punching the air out of your lungs. When he moves inside you it feels monumental, like a core piece of you shifting, and your eyes water with the delicious burn. You whine when he pauses for a moment, hands slipping down to knead at your ass. Namjoonâs eyes are like molten dark chocolate as they focus on you, rich and intense, and when your head tips down to kiss him again itâs so needy your teeth clash, the keening whimper in your throat sign enough that you want more.Â
Itâs only once he begins to fuck you in earnest, bouncing you on his cock, that you see how truly affected he is. Strands of lilac cling to his temples as he sweats, chest heaving and hands trembling even as his fingers dig in hungrily. His lips are slick with spit, but he makes no move to wipe them clean, just biting onto his bottom lip and sucking, hips snapping up with bruising momentum.Â
You canât catch your breath, but still you chase his lips like oxygen, needing to be as close as possible. His panting keeps you anchored as you moan shamelessly, toes curling and back arching. Your high approaches quickly enough that it shocks you, but thereâs no escaping the pleasure that rushes through you with every snap of his hips.Â
You lose contact with his mouth, cheek resting limply on his shoulder as he speeds up his pace, the muscles in your legs failing you, twitching uncontrollably.Â
âNo, no, no, fuck,â Namjoon chants lowly, and you feel a hand bury in your hair, holding you to the crook of his neck, âIâm sorry, Iâm not gonna last.â
You moan at that, feeling him stiffen impossibly more inside you with every thrust. âWanâ you to cum,â you promise in his ear, barely more than a gasped breath, âwanna cum with you.â To end the statement, you nuzzle your nose against his throat and nip at his pulse point. To your surprise, he shudders violently, suddenly going stock still.
Your eyes widen as hot ropes of cum fill you, Namjoon clutching you to him helplessly, groaning nonsense as his orgasm hits him out of nowhere. Your own high recedes, but you barely notice it as you sit up tiredly and clench around him, watching the pleasure flicker across his face as he rides the high.Â
âFuck,â he breathes, eyes cast towards the ceiling and chest still heaving, âIâm so sorry, I⌠sensitive neck.â
You grin, running your hands up to gently brush over it, feeling him pulse inside you, spurting the final drops of cum from his spent cock. âDonât apologise,â you assure, leaning in quickly to nibble at his lips and give him a lazy, indulgent kiss. âThat was really fucking hot.â
He laughs, cheeks pinkening slightly, and you feel your heart warm at the return of the shy Namjoon youâd gotten used to. So heâs a lot more dominant and confident in the heat of the moment, you muse as he catches his breath, good to know.
When you find your strength again, slowly sitting up off him, you wince at the rush of cum leaving you, and the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness. Thatâs only exacerbated by the fact that you havenât cum yet, but itâs his first time and you donât want him to feel bad. Collapsing on the sheets beside him, you rest your head on his shoulder, breath still coming in shallow pants. âGood?â
âGood god, Y/n,â he exclaims earnestly, âI think I might be a sex addict now.âÂ
A surprised peal of laughter leaves your lungs, and you shove him playfully before crawling over to the coffee table, cracking open a bottle of water and cleaning yourself up with the available tissues. âHoseok really did think this through, huh?â you muse, chucking him the box once youâre done.
Namjoon clears up the cum on his cock and thighs, grimacing at the way some of it has stained his boxers, but he sends you a guilty look. âIâm sorry.â
You frown, reaching for your clothes. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou didnât-â
Whatever Namjoon is about to say is cut off by a sudden thud that gives you both a fright, followed by three polite albeit enthusiastic knocks. You stare in bewilderment at the door, before hastily dressing yourself.
âIs everything alright?â Namjoon calls out, putting his underwear back on properly and hopping into his pants. âHas something happened?â
âI should hope so, young grasshopper!â an enthusiastic voice chirps from the other side of the door, muffled but unmistakably Hoseok. âYouâve popped your cherry, Kim Namjoon!â
The academic winces, reaching out to unlock the door once heâs made sure the two of you are dressed. âHoseok, what are you doing? Wha-?â He breaks off once he opens the door, and you rush around behind him to see what gave him pause.Â
In the foyer are Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin, all in matching paper birthday hats, the strings of thin elastic digging into their chins. Hoseokâs holding two more in his hands, and he thrusts them towards you as Taehyung wiggles the weighty bottle of champagne in his grasp. Behind them, Jin calmly holds a kitchen knife.
âWhatâs going on?â you ask in bewilderment, stepping out into the foyer and wincing at the ache between your legs with each step. âWhy the fuck are you holding a knife?â
Jin, his bright blue party hat on at a jaunty angle, stares down at his hands blankly before gasping, tucking it behind his back. âSometimes I forget Iâm still holding it.â
âThatâs extremely alarming,â Namjoon says with a frown. âI still donât understand why youâre all gathered outside the door.â
âItâs time for the party, hyung,â Taehyung explains, âto celebrate you finally getting your dick wet.â
Your cheeks go flaming red as you glance at Namjoon, the poor man spluttering and eyes wide like he didnât know what to do. âIf thereâs champagne, Iâm there,â you announce calmly. âCome on, Joonie, letâs go celebrate.â
Namjoon visibly relaxes when you arenât offended, flicking you a warm smile. âIs everyone wearing a hat?â he questions incredulously, taking the thin cone card.Â
âMo-mostly everyone,â Hoseok answers suspiciously.Â
âItâs just you guys, isnât it?â
âWell, if you both wore one, weâd have the majority.â
You grin, patting Hoseok on the shoulder as you walk past him into the foyer. âLetâs just go,â you call out to the guys behind you, âthere better be food.â
As expected, the three that greeted you were the only ones wearing party hats. At the dining table, which has been laden with aromatic dishes, steaming rice and empty champagne flutes, the other three await. Jiminâs is resting beside his plate and chopsticks, untouched. Beside him, Yoongi has his upside down, using it as a bowl for the rice snacks heâs munching happily on. The youngest man in the house hasnât even noticed youâve arrived, using it like a very inefficient telescope, one eye scrunched shut and the other focused on the pinhole at the top of the cone. Sitting at the head of the table, he aims it at Jimin, mouth hanging open as he tries to see through the tiny gap.
Giving up, he waves the wide end around the room, desperate to catch a glimpse of something. Once the cone lands on the five of you, he gasps, chucking down the party hat. âYouâre back! I didnât start eating the cake, like you said!âÂ
Jin frowns. âThat sounds awfully suspicious.â Knife still in hand, he makes his way to the kitchen island, where you catch a glimpse of a beautifully iced cake with writing on the top that youâre too far away to read.Â
Jungkook shifts restlessly in his seat, staring worriedly at Jin. âThe- um, the birds attacked it.â If you look closely, you think you can see the slightest hint of vanilla icing in the crook of his mouth.Â
Jin stares at the cake desolately. âThe birds?â he deadpans.
âSeagulls, you know,â Jungkook tries to pass off casually, the pink of his tongue dashing out to lick the sugar off his lips. âAbsolute vultures.â
Hoseok tsks in disappointment. âWas it seagulls or was it vultures?â
Jungkook stays silent an inexplicably long amount of time, glancing slowly between Hoseok and Jin. His eyes are wide like heâs trying to work out the lie in his head â...It was me.âÂ
Jinâs fingers are pressed to his temple as he sighs. âRight.â Setting down the knife, he picks up the cake and brings it to the table, placing it in the middle of the table. The rest of you all take a seat, filling in the spaces around the table. Taehyung slips in beside Jimin, Hoseok at the end of the table opposite Jungkook, and finally Jin, Namjoon, and you take the last of the seats.Â
The cake is beautiful, neat and fluffy buttercream all over with swooping cursive written in a thin black stream. Unfortunately, a very delicate but obvious slice has been taken out so you have to focus to work out what the writing says. Once you do, you let out a reluctant chuckle, watching Namjoon blush once more, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his shirt shyly.
ââHere lies Namjoonâs virginity,ââ you recite, ââ1994-2020.â Who came up with that?â
âThatâs not impor-â Jin begins, but Taehyung swiftly cuts him off.
âI did!â he declares proudly. âEveryone agreed mine was funnier than Jin-hyungâs.â
âObviously not everyone,â Jin replies bitterly, dishing himself up some of the rice closest to him. âDig in, everyone, Yoongi and I worked hard on this. And congratulations Namjoon,â he adds, though he sends Namjoon a genuine smile, eyes twinkling.Â
After everyone says their congratulations, the food is dug into and the cork of the bottle is popped, conversation flowing like the champagne.Â
Over time, Namjoon seems to get used to the chatter about sex, perhaps not feeling so left out of the loop, and his face is more open and relaxed than ever, a dimple poking out when he smiles. You occasionally reach out to shove him playfully or squeeze his arm as the chatter continues, and he no longer freezes or stiffens up. It warms your heart that he feels a little more comfortable amongst you.
Youâre happy to tuck into your meal, having worked up an appetite for lunch, but itâs barely more than a second after finishing your first helping that your phone buzzes.Â
You slip it out casually, frowning when you see itâs a notification that youâve been added to a group-chat.Â
After that, you smother a scoff and slip your phone back into your pocket, hoping if your cheeks are red they can safely be attributed to the alcohol.
Glancing up, you see Jungkook stand up suddenly, eyes wide with barely-contained excitement as he picks up his bowl, chopsticks and champagne flute, scurrying over to dump them in the sink before disappearing upstairs. Yoongi stares at his empty seat in confusion, but shrugs and takes another mouthful of cake. You eat yours quickly enough that your stomach flips, or perhaps thatâs just the anticipation.
After youâre done it takes you a few moments to build up the courage to look across to Hoseok, feeling his gaze hot on your skin. When you do, your eyes lock immediately, but he just continues to stare, lips pressed in a narrow line.Â
Your heart leaps for a moment, wondering what that hard gaze means for you later on. Silently, as Taehyung continues to explain something to him with a mouth half-full of food, Hoseok lifts his eyebrow once, gaze darting to the roof. The message is clear. Go upstairs.
Biting your lip, you let Namjoon know youâre heading up, waving off his concern until heâs pulled back into a thread of conversation. You try to ignore the uncertain adrenaline rush that makes your hands tremble and your core throb all the way upstairs, until youâre knocking on Jungkookâs door.
The two of you share a look once he opens the door, one of anticipation and desire, and you let out a breathy chuckle.Â
âWhat the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?â you ask rhetorically, stepping in and collapsing onto the bed.Â
âIâll take it if it means getting a good fuck,â he states matter-of-factly, sitting himself beside you and tucking his legs up. âBesides; Iâve wanted to see Hobi-hyung in action for a while.âÂ
Sitting up, you think back to that day in the confessional booth, where he had so easily made you fall apart without even taking a single item of clothing off. You wondered if heâd deprive you of his body tonight as well.Â
âI think heâs angry at me,â you admit, âbefore I left, he looked⌠intense.âÂ
âWhy would he be angry at you?â Jungkook asks with a frown, his hand slipping under the baggy fabric of his black tee, rubbing at his shoulder like heâs aching to take the item off.Â
You go to shrug, but then your mind flicks back to this morning. âThe elimination,â you realise, dread rising in your stomach just as much as your arousal is. âI think he knows I was going to eliminate him.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes widen, round enough to be saucers. âWait, really? Why him?â
You find the words dry up in your throat. âI- God, I donât know. How am I meant to choose anyone when youâre all amazing? Maybe his had the least impact on me, I suppose.â You eye the door to the walkway warily. âI guess heâs determined to change that now.âÂ
Instead of replying, youâre taken aback when Jungkook throws his arms around you in a tight hug, his long hair brushing at your neck and shoulder as he tucks his chin into the hollow of your collarbone. Hesitantly, you bring your own arms up to hug him back, feeling your tension melt in the warm embrace.
âIt must be so hard,â he murmurs, âI donât think Hobi-hyung is really mad, you know? He probably just feels like he wasnât good enough for you and wants to prove himself.âÂ
This thought just sends another spike of guilt through you, but you have no time to dwell on it before the door is clicking open, making you and Jungkook instinctively jump apart.Â
Hoseok stands there, as intimidating as last time in all-black. Though heâs wearing just socks instead of the heavy duty boots he was in that day, thereâs no denying the power he holds in the clothes he wears like armour. Leather pants so snug theyâre like a second skin and a black long-sleeved shirt, tight but breathable cotton with a harness of thin leather straps providing some structure. His raven hair is swept back, but just a single stray lock hangs low over his brow, drawing your eyes back to his. âStarting without me?â he questions lightly, though his face is devoid of humour.
You swallow hard. âNo⌠Master,â you add, seeing the expectant look on his face. Once he steps further into the room, you notice the black bag that was previously hidden behind his back. The duffel bag from last time. You suck in a breath and clench your thighs before you can even think to stop yourself, and Hoseokâs positively gleam at the sound.Â
âBoth of you have been very naughty today,â he explains, dumping the bag on the bed beside Jungkook, beginning to casually pull a heap of bright red nylon rope out. âLittle Jungkookie ate the cake that Jin-hyung worked so hard on, even when he was specifically asked not to. And Y/n⌠Y/n knows exactly what she did.â Your eyes widen when Hoseok sets the multiple lengths of rope to one side in a neat folded coil and reaches back into the bag to produce a pair of wide, heavy-duty shears.
âWoah, hyung,â Jungkook exclaims in alarm, âI can apologise for the cake, I-â
âSettle, Jungkook, itâs okay,â Hoseok explains softly. âI told you weâre gonna be tying you up, yeah? This is so that we can cut the ropes quickly in case you want out. They arenât part of the scene.â
You feel a thrill run through your veins at the gentle click of metal resting on the nightstand once Hoseok sets the scissors down. He hadnât needed them for when your arms were tied. It meant that whatever you were going to do tonight would be more intense. The thought of everyone else downstairs having a good time and hanging out while you and Jungkook were up here getting bound by Hoseok⌠it somehow feels even more illicit and dirty.Â
âLetâs do Jungkookie first, hm?â the dom proposes. âIâve been wanting to see what youâd look like all prettied up for me. Choose red just for you.âÂ
Jungkook positively preens at the compliment, hands tucking into his lap and chest puffing out. âIâm excited, Master!â
Hoseok gestures for Jungkook to remove his clothes with a flat expression. âDonât be,â he retorts calmly, âthis isnât a reward, itâs discipline. Weâre going to learn a lesson about behaving.â
The camboy trembles, hastily shucking off his baggy shirt and pushing his sweatpants down, naked except for a pair of white socks. Your breath is taken away by how easily he bares himself to the cameras and to the two of you, eyes eager and nervous as Hoseok picks up one of the longer lengths of rope.
âI want you to kneel, Jungkookie,â Hoseok instructs, âkneel on the bed for me, arms at your sides.âÂ
Jungkook obeys, breath hitching as Hoseok approaches, passing the coil over his palm. You watch with baited breath as a bright red strand of rope is run around his narrow waist. As the professional dom begins looping, knotting and wrapping the rope around Jungkookâs torso, the boyâs eyes grow lidded, cock twitching as it rests back against his lower abdomen.Â
It takes a while, but time is as smooth as velvet in the soft silence of the room, just gentle breaths and the whir of nylon rope sliding so beautifully along Jungkookâs skin.Â
By the time Hoseok is done, Jungkookâs eyes barely open, so content with the feeling of being patiently wrapped up, and he hums lightly as Hoseok rechecks the tightness of each loop, slipping two fingers between rope and skin in several places.Â
Rather than bondage or restraint, this looks like art. An elaborate harness of red contrasts beautifully against the pale golden flesh below, hardness of his chest and abs softened by the vaguely fishnet pattern, loops that interlock and curve across his body gracefully, the most careful and precise lattice of scarlet ropes.
âPretty, isnât he?â Hoseok questions, and a finger comes down to run through the glossy precum that has been smeared onto Jungkookâs lower stomach. The boy hisses, arching his hips up in search of contact, but all it takes is a sharp swat at the head of his cock and Jungkook is whining, thighs flexing with the force of keeping still. âPatience, my little prince,â Hoseok tuts, patting Jungkookâs cheek with a hand still wet with the camboyâs own precum, âweâre gonna teach you how to be patient today.â
Jungkook groans low in his throat, lips parting at the term of endearment, and Hoseok grins at it, tiger-like.Â
âOh, do you like that, hm? Wanna be my special prince today?â Hoseok runs his fingers through Jungkookâs long hair, the camboy sucking in a sharp breath when they snag on some knots. Jungkook nods, eyes round and glittering as he looks up at his Master. Hoseok pouts, tapping him once on the end of his button nose. âItâs a shame you werenât behaving today, then wasnât it? Maybe if youâre good for me tonight, you can earn it.â
Jungkookâs brows lift pleadingly, looking so small under Hoseokâs harsh stare. âIâll be good, though, Master.â
âMm, Iâm sure you will,â Hoseok confirms, swiping a thumb over Jungkookâs nipple to make him shiver, before he fixes an iron gaze onto you.
You swallow, slipping out of your clothes as quickly as you can once he gives the same gesture as before, crossing your legs and arms to try and preserve some dignity. Hoseok just tuts, picking up two of the remaining sections of nylon rope, only one still left waiting on the bed.Â
âHands at your sides, kneeling,â he instructs sharply, and you feel the way your walls clench at the authority in his voice as you hustle to get into position.Â
The harness he puts you in is different to Jungkookâs, accentuating your breasts with bands both above and below them, leaving your stomach free but doubling the rope over so that every loop that wraps around you is twice as thick. The final tie is slipped up between your breasts, around the back of your neck and tucking back down to hold it all together, and your breath shallows at the secure feeling of the rope.Â
Itâs peaceful; the warm stripes of friction as he pulls strands through loops, the gentle flicking of the ends against your skin until he folds them away, the way it embraces your chest so snugly, but not too tight. Itâs only once heâs done checking the rope like he did with Jungkook that he picks up the second, shorter length of nylon, and by then you already feel the sleepy yet electric haze of subspace seeping throughout your body.
âHands,â he instructs, and you hold them out for him, watching with heightened arousal as he binds them, the rope wrapping around and between your wrists until theyâre locked together. Last time your hands were bound behind your back but like this, you can watch him as he works.
Itâs quick - a testament to his expertise - but you spend every moment with your eyes locked onto him. The eyes, gleaming with control and satisfaction, the pink tip of his tongue poking out just slightly as he focuses. His thin fingers, looping and wrapping and knotting with such skill.Â
His last move, eyes darting up and smirking once he catches you watching him, is to connect the thick cuff-like ropes to the top of your harness, pinning them up to your chest, folded hands resting at the base of your throat. You instinctively tug once heâs done, only to feel the rope around your back tighten and dig in, but no distance made. The feeling of being at his mercy only adds to the slick gathering between your thighs.Â
Once he steps back, eying the two of you up, your breath catches in your throat. Both you and Jungkook are fully naked, somehow feeling even more vulnerable in the rope, and Hoseok stands across from the bed in all his black leather glory, eyes raking over you like heâs assessing his work.Â
âAre you gonna touch us, Master?â Jungkook questions in a small voice, fingers clutching at his own thighs, cock flushed and needy between them.Â
âNot you yet, Jungkookie. Gotta warm Y/n up first.â Your eyes widen - for what? - but Hoseok is moving closer run a hand down Jungkookâs back, fingers jumping over the strands of rope. âDo you wanna help me, baby?â
Jungkook nods, blushing when Hoseok pinches lightly at his cheek.Â
Hoseok leans over to you, carding his fingers into your hair and curling them in so that he can hold you steady. Like this, kneeling on the bed, you have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze, but he just tuts, holding you face-forward to Jungkook. âYou wanna give her a kiss, Kookie?â
You swallow, fingers interlocking together as you look over to the camboy. He looks so needy, blissed out and pretty in his red rope, cock untouched and weeping. Your lips part automatically, tongue darting out to wet your lips and you donât miss the way Jungkookâs eyes are drawn to it, lids now as he nods.Â
With your hands pinned to your chest and kneeling, you donât feel able to meet him halfway so you just wait as Jungkook crawls to you, glancing up at Hoseok for permission before burying your hands in your hair alongside the domâs. With barely a second to suck in a breath, Jungkook ducks his head, his lips descending onto yours with sweet, unrestrained need.Â
Unable to touch him back, you let your eyes slip shut with the soft presses of his mouth, taking everything he gives you. Everything about Jungkook in this moment is soft; his lips, his thumbs brushing across your cheekbones, even the subtle scent of vanilla as his hair tickles your face - but the stiff grip in your hair is anything but, reminding you where exactly you are and the hand youâre under.
Your breath hitches as two things happen at once; Jungkookâs tongue presses into your mouth, deepening the kiss, and behind you Hoseok shifts, getting up on the bed behind you. Though you canât see him, you become even more aware of his commanding presence, through the simple gesture of a fingertip, tracing beside lines of rope with a touch so light you shiver.
âYou both look so pretty for me,â Hoseok murmurs warmly, his voice closer than youâd expected him to be, sounding like itâs right beside your air. Jungkook doubles his efforts in response, and your core is alight with excitement when you instinctively go to touch him, only to be reminded of the restraint youâre in.Â
Jungkook kisses without abandon, not hurried but deep and purposeful. Though you still tremble under Hoseokâs teasing touch, your mind is so enraptured by Jungkookâs tongue in your mouth and teeth on your lips that you lose track of it.Â
The camboy doesnât dare venture his hands further than your face, cupping it so tenderly as he delves into you, so your eyes fly open with shock when two fingers are suddenly slipping through your folds, running over your clit for a single delicious moment of pleasure. You moan in shock and pull away to look down.
Between your kneeling legs is the slender but calloused hand of your Master himself, wrapped around your front and slipping inside you without question like youâre his. His to explore, his to ruin. You pant at the intrusion of two fingers, clenching around him, but his only response is to tug suddenly at your hair, pulling your gaze back up again.
Nipping sharply at the bridge of your ear, Hoseok scolds you. âI didnât tell you to stop,â he growls harshly, âdid I?â
âSorry, Master,â you reply without thinking, barely a moment before you let out a muffled squeak from Jungkook joining you together again, wasting no time to obey.Â
Hoseok doesnât stop his motions between your legs; on the contrary, he continues without pause, fingers moving inside you with a steady urgency.Â
For a while, your brows furrow, hips rocking below him. He keeps missing your g-spot, fingers too straight to press against it on each thrust, and he moves to three fingers without touching your clit at all, hand held foward off of you to avoid friction. You moan brokenly into Jungkookâs mouth as you realise Hoseokâs doing it intentionally, stretching you out almost clinically, without regard or want for your pleasure. You go weak at the thought, sinking forward into Jungkookâs embrace, but soon enough the fingers are removed from you completely. Empty and unsatisfied just like earlier, you huff and begin to kiss the camboy more frantically, desperate for some pleasure to replace it.Â
But Hoseok clearly isnât having it. âStop,â he commands shortly, âhands off.â
Jungkook sits back quickly, making sure you wonât slump over before he presses his hands to his thighs again, cock twitching at the continued neglect. Blinking, he licks his swollen lips and glances behind you to Hoseok in confusion. âMaster?â
Your mouth goes dry when you hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being lowered. Hoseokâs hand leaves your hair suddenly, and you feel unmoored between the two men, just you and your hands tucked under your chin. âYou tasted her pretty little pussy in Week One, didnât you, Jungkookie? Would you like her to return the favour?â
Eyes wide, you drop your gaze down to Jungkookâs aching dick, as it twitches and leaks another thin trail of precum, the boy groaning. âPlease, Master.â His fingers flex, holding back from touching it. ââHurts,â he whines.
You bite your lip, mouth watering. Heâs not as big as Namjoon, but you know how fully he filled you just yesterday, and to have him in your mouth⌠âPlease,â you croak out, fingers wiggling in the air as youâre unable to lower yourself to him.Â
âGood girl,â Hoseok praises, hands strong on your shoulders as he helps you down, elbows propping yourself up awkwardly in the space that Jungkookâs shuffled back from. âGotta warm Kookie up too, donât we? Open up, princess.â
Like this, youâre able to keep upright, but barely, craning your neck to look up at Jungkook. His cock is in front of you, and this close you can see just how flushed it is, the tip almost perfect. Hoping your pleading gaze can communicate your desperation, you open your mouth, letting your tongue rest just over your bottom lip.
Jungkookâs brows furrow in wanton need as he glances towards Hoseok. âCan I touch her, Master? Help her?â
âOf course,â Hoseokâs voice allows from behind you, palms running over the flesh of your ass, âbut my little prince better not cum.â
Jungkook visibly shivers at the nickname, hips jerking uselessly. âY-yes, Master,â he allows, before tipping your chin up so gently, gripping himself to guide his length into your waiting mouth.Â
You moan the moment your lips wrap around his tip, the tang of his precum bursting on your tongue as you flick it over the slit, making Jungkook thrust up again, enough that his cock reaches the back of your mouth. Youâre barely able to avoid gagging, but you inhale harshly through your nose, blinking up at him as he brushes your hair back with a shaky apology.Â
Knowing he canât orgasm, Jungkook seems happy enough to lazily roll his hips, just enjoying the wet warmth around him as you follow his rhythm, enjoying the slight ache of your jaw around his girth. Hoseok gives you only a few moments to reach this equilibrium before you feel his cock lining up against you.Â
Eyes widening, youâre given no time to prepare as he slides inside you, slowly but without pause, making your back arch with the intrusion.
You moan, muffled, as Hoseok pulls out and begins to pick up a steady pace, once again sliding right past your g-spot, not fast enough to make your toes curl and not deep enough to make your eyes roll. Thereâs no denying heâs doing it on purpose, and the thought that he might not let you cum at all has you whining desperately around Jungkookâs cock, loud enough that Hoseok hears.
To your disappointment, he tsks and pulls out, tugging at your hair to pull you off Jungkook. âWhat the fuck?â you complain bitterly, sucking off the drool thatâs accumulated in the corners of your mouth. Equally deprived, Jungkook makes a noise of confusion, but before he can speak up, a commanding voice calls out to you.
âThatâs it, on your back,â Hoseok orders, making you jump as he smacks the flesh of your ass. âIf youâre gonna be ungrateful you wonât get anything at all.â
You pout, craning your neck to look back at him. âHobi,â you whine, hoping to appeal to that soft inner that got you what you wanted the last time you were scening with him, but it doesnât work.Â
Impatient, his hands find your hips, flipping you around unceremoniously. Your breath is punched out of you as youâre suddenly landing on your back, and you whimper as he hooks a finger in your harness over the top of your breast, using it to tug you higher up the bed so that him and Jungkook are on either side of your waist.Â
âYouâve been far better behaved,â Hoseok directs at Jungkook casually, reaching into the duffle bag to pull out a square foil packet, âso youâll get my cock instead.â
Jungkook bites his lip harshly, shuffling on his knees as Hoseok rolls a condom on. âThank you, Master,â he replies politely, eyes lidded and needy.Â
âWhat a good boy,â Hoseok coos, reaching over to brush a fond hand over Jungkookâs cheek. âDo you wanna fuck Y/n too, my little prince?â You let out a low groan at the prospect, at the way Hoseok speaks for you like youâre a toy of his. The thought is more erotic than youâd expect, and your legs part unconsciously.
Jungkook whimpers at the sight, dark hair curling at his temples with perspiration. âPlease, Master.â
âGo on, then, baby.â Hoseok gestures for him to straddle you, and you whimper as Jungkookâs form blocks the light from the ceiling, framing him in a silhouette of dark hair.Â
Your legs part further as he settles between them, cock brushing between your folds lightly until he puts a hand down to line himself up. With one arm bracing himself, Jungkook slowly drives his cock deep inside you, small rocking motions to get you accustomed to him as he bottoms out. The two of you groan in unison, the feeling of being full again like bliss.
Before Jungkook can set a pace, you hear Hoseokâs voice again behind him. âThereâs only one thing,â the dom adds in an apologetic tone, âY/n hasnât earned an orgasm yet, not like my sweet prince has. If you want to fuck her, Jungkookie, she better not cum.â
You let out a frustrated moan, heel kicking into the mattress. âFuck,â you whine, hips already rocking against Jungkookâs length inside of you, âare you serious?â
Calmly, Hoseok clicks open a bottle of what must be lube, and you feel Jungkook go lax above you, holding his weight off of your torso but dropping his head onto the bed beside yours, groaning lowly. âOf course Iâm serious,â he explains simply as he preps Jungkook with his fingers, âIâm doing you a favour, Y/n. This way you wonât make the same mistake twice.â
You sob, feeling Jungkook twitch inside you from the pleasure heâs receiving from Hoseok. As the dom finally deems Jungkook ready and lines himself up, you realise why Hoseok was so popular at his job. Handling two subs, let alone one who was getting punished and one who was now getting rewarded, was a tough balance, and yet he does it with such cool and professional ease.Â
Jungkook curses, rocking his hips with stuttered gasps, and you feel the impact of Hoseokâs hips through Jungkookâs body as he thrusts the first time, the camboy hurriedly throwing his other arm up on the other side of your head to prop himself up with more stability. You can feel the rhythm as he gets fucked, and the way his chest heaves, breaths panting over your bare shoulder.Â
With your hands tied to your chest and lain on your back, you quickly realise there is nothing you can do to chase any pleasure for yourself, and you let out another low sob. You wonât be making the same mistake twice indeed, you muse as Jungkook barely shifts inside you. He feels so good, but itâs just not enough for you to get anywhere close to your own high. The lesson has most certainly been learned; if you want pleasure, you play by Hoseokâs rules.
âPlease, Master,â you pipe up desperately, looking past Jungkookâs shoulder to the domâs face, calm even as his hips rock with the graceful fluidity of a dancer, every stroke making Jungkook cry out. âIâll do anything, Master, Iâm sorry for being bad, just please let me come!â
A grin spreads across his face, satisfied, even as he grunts from exertion, Jungkook trembling above you as heâs brought mercilessly to the edge. âItâs too late for that,â Hoseok pants out with a chuckle, âitâs already time for my little prince to cum.â
Jungkook moans, a high-pitched keen at the pet-name, and the sound is so sinful you canât help but clench, making him stiffen impossibly inside you.Â
It only takes a thrust or two more, and a gruff command to cum before Jungkook does just that, spilling inside you with a drawn-out whine, thanking his Master with every breath he can suck into his lungs.Â
He manages to keep his weight off of you as he rides his high, Hoseok fucking him into oversensitivity before he pulls out, leaving briefly to discard the condom. Jungkook pulls out of you with a wince, but a satisfied one, and rolls over onto his back, running his fingers under the lines of rope lazily as he catches his breath.
Once Hoseok returns, he begins untying you first, and as your wrists are loosened from your chest and promptly released, the cool air on your skin feels like defeat. Your eyes slip shut, a pout no doubt on your lips as you give him nothing but dead weight, forcing the professional to manhandle your torso as he undoes the rope bit by bit.Â
You open your eyes once heâs done, frowning at him as he releases the rope from Jungkookâs body. Without looking, Hoseok chastises you. âDonât look at me like that,â he scolds, âIâm sure next time youâll be behaved like our Jungkookie here.â The boy in question preens softly at the compliment, blinking up at Hoseok as the dom brushes his hair out of his eyes.
The sight warms your heart, and you canât deny that Hoseok has the right to discipline you, no doubt feeling self-conscious about his place on the show. And the feeling of him playing you so skilfully is something that will stick with you for a good while. You press your thighs together, sighing out at the slick still between them.
After finishing with Jungkook, speaking quietly with him in praise or reassurance, he comes back around to you, rubbing at the few red marks on your chest and wrists that have appeared from your movements. His eyes search your face, and youâre surprised to see the absolute calm in them, clearly switched out of the Master persona and just into a dominant but caring one. âNot hurt?âÂ
You shake your head after taking the time to really think it through, wiggling your fingers and toes.
âNot angry?âÂ
Again, you take a moment to consider, but shake your head.
Hoseok smiles down at you, warm as he squeezes your hands fondly. âGood. Now I know you canât sleep in your own bed, so Jungkookie has kindly offered for you to stay here with him. Take care of each other, okay? Iâm just down the hall.â
By the time Hoseok zips up his pants - you note that even after all that, you hadnât seen him properly naked - and gathers his bag, Jungkookâs managed to slip his legs under the blankets, snoring away peacefully with the aftermath of a good orgasm.
After the dom leaves, you get under the covers yourself, watching the relaxing cycle of Jungkookâs chest rising and falling, the way his eyes flutter lightly in his sleep, but it doesnât lull you to unconsciousness.
Instead, the unsatisfied throb between your legs just grows more ferocious than ever. If you could just get yourself offâŚ
Your hand trails down, slipping between your legs naturally, but the first swipe of your index finger against your clit gives you pause. Hoseok had pretty clearly stated that you werenât to masturbate without permission unless you were in a scene with another contestant and, wellâŚÂ
You grimace as Jungkook snuffles in his sleep, wriggling around to get more comfortable. You canât exactly wake him up.
Which leaves you with only one option.
Fuck it. As quietly as you can, you slip out of bed, stumbling over to your pile of clothes. After retrieving your phone - still somehow tucked neatly into your pants pocket - you hop back into bed and seek out the one contact who can alleviate your need. Hoseok himself.
You answer the call with shaking fingers, those not still buried inside you. When Hoseokâs voice comes through, itâs thankfully quiet and low, but the words still make you keen.
âPrincess couldnât wait until the morning, hm?â Hoseok chuckles quietly at your whine of response. âThatâs okay. Let Master help you.â
You sigh out, sitting the phone so that it lies on the pillow beside you. âPlease, Master,â you whisper, âcan I touch my clit?â
âFuck,â he curses under his breath, âsuch a polite girl now. Baby took her lesson well. You can touch it, princess. Get yourself close for me.â
When you change the angle of the fingers thrusting inside you to make room to rub at your clit, you could cry from the satisfaction, biting your lip to muffle the moan thatâs pulled from your lungs.Â
Glancing quickly beside you to ensure Jungkookâs asleep, the sight of him sleeping so peacefully as you get off right beside him has you clenching down, and your back arches off the bed.Â
Your high is close, and the faster you strum your clit frantically, the more you pant, desperate to keep quiet. Your mouth drops open as you suddenly feel the orgasm approaching, and you turn to the phone on the pillow, getting close enough that he can hear your whisper. âIâm go-gonna cum, Hoseokie, fuck,â you choke out before quickly pressing your lips together, preventing further noise.
His voice is low velvet on the phone, a calm command. âCum for Master now, princess.â
You feel your orgasm hit you like a tsunami, crashing so violently that you curl over your hands, shivering and convulsing as pleasure rocks every inch of your body. As it floods you entirely, you feel hot tears stream down your face, ones you didnât even know you were shedding. Your thighs shake and your chest heaves and you donât stop your fingers until thereâs no more pleasure left to be milked from you.Â
When you finally cum down from your high, panting, you fumble clumsily for the phone. âTha-thank you, Master.â
Perhaps itâs the post-orgasm delirium, but you swear you hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs, âyouâre most welcome, princess. Now get some rest. Youâve earned it.â
After hanging up, you lock your phone and chuck it down onto the carpet beside the bed carelessly, the wetness between your thighs no longer uncomfortable, now just a satisfying reminder of the pleasure he finally allowed you. Taking one last look at the tranquil face of Jungkook as he slept, you let yourself join him in a blissful unconsciousness.
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No elimination this week ! What a doozy, huh? If you were curious, here are the results of the vote!
It was taken after exactly 48 hours of the poll being open, and required a sign-in with email to prevent spamming so that it was as fair as possible!
In the future, weâll use this format for both Fan Favourite and Elimination voting. Iâll tell you the top three for audience fan-favourites in the following chapter, and for elimination youâll find out Y/nâs final decision in the following chapter, plus this graph at the end for the complete results.
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It All Started With A Flower
(fic by cartoons-tothemoon)
It all started with a flower.
The flower wasnât poisonous to the touch, or venomous, or covered with spikes. It didnât shoot a toxin, or come with a chainsaw attached, or even have a return address belonging to a frenemy of days long since past.
It was justâŚA flower. A flower that was found on the kitchen table in a blue vase one morning, that no one had any clue where it could have come from.
Kowalski said it was a bluebell, but that was the extent of his knowledge about it.
Rico said something about Julien placing it there, but Julien rarely left the comfort of his room, and preferred to express his affection for others with moreâŚcarnal means.
Skipper ignored it when it was first found within their lair, and seemed to express an indifference towards it ever since.
Private was the only one with anything to say on the matter, and that was a simple âI like it! Ties the room together, donât ya think?â and moving the vase closer to a window. This would normally implicate him, but, Privateâs played the game of double cross and triple cross quite well before, and quite well. He didnât seem to be lying about this, though, there was a hint of sadness on his features as he moved the flower to follow the sun after lunch.
âItâs kind of sad how itâs probably going to die in a week.â He remarked to Skipper, who got stuck with dish duty after Rico was sent to time-out for being horny on main and Kowalski bolting after lunch to return to his work, claiming a breakthrough. At least Private stuck around to dry. âWithout its roots, all it can do is just slowly wither and decay and all I can do is prolong its misery.â
âWell, thank goodness plants donât have feelings.â
âItâs still alive.â Private shrugged. âI guess itâd feel nice to have something to care for at the base. Something I can sustain outside of myself. I donât know, does that sound weird.â
Skipper, in all of his benevolent wisdom simply responded with an âI donât know,â as well. Because really, what does he know? And what was he going to say? Skipperâs always wanted to have a dog on base, like a golden retriever or German shepherd, but only the A-teams at the agency are allowed to have animals on their bases, and, letâs face it; they arenât the A-team.
Private shrugged. âWell, at least itâll look nice while it lasts. Maybe I should pick up a cactus or somethingâŚâ He muttered before leaving a washcloth on the counter, and Skipper to stack the dishes, as both became divided in their own thoughts, and lost among them as they continued to carry on with their days. Skipper glanced towards the bluebell, the meaning not lost on him.
âââ
Private, like usual, was very close to being right, but not. Thanks to his attention and care, the uprooted plant was able to thrive for 11 days, though those last 3 days certainly seemed to be a losing battle on the plantâs part. It had to be tossed after that, but not before Private had a moment of silence with the fragile thing before throwing it away.
It was a shame, really. He tried hard with that thing, but maybe he didnât try hard enough? Maybe his prospects were doomed from the start, and it wouldâve been quicker to have left well enough alone, but at least he still tried with it, after all, doesnât that mean something?
He really didnât know how to take it, but considering nobody else really thought much of it, more likely to be a mix-up in a delivery than anything actually meaningful, he decided to take it for what it was, so to speak.
Until it happened again the next morning.
âââ
âKowalski, analysis.â
âI can only type so fast, Skipper, you think I know this stuff at the top of my head? Aha! Acacia blossoms.â
It could be called deja vu, in a way, but it could also be remarked upon as a bit of a remix, as the plant arrived in a pot this time around, a much more sustainable way of growing it and allowing it to flourish, which Private seemed to be excited about, though he tried not to show it.
âIs it poisonous?â
Kowalski snorted. âOnly if you ground up the leaves with glycosides could you make SOMETHING like hydrogen cyanide, which I DID know at the top of my head, but, otherwise, the plant poses no harm to us.â
âSo, what have you been looking up?â
âOther aspects surrounding the plant, once is a coincidence, twice is happenstance, and if it happens three times, weâll have a pattern. Both the bluebells and acacia have an interesting history in herbal remedies and flower language, I might have to look into it laterâŚâ Kowalski muttered while pulling leaves off the plant.
âBe careful with it!â Private bemoaned, blocking Kowalskiâs hands from ripping into more leaves. âItâs fragile.â
âLook, you boys can toss the bouquet around all you want, but I want this table clean before Iâm done making breakfast.â Skipper said, breaking the two up on his way into the kitchen, Rico following - probably on his way to burn some toast and discuss a mission they were pulling off that night- leaving Kowalski and Private to their lonesome.
âIâŚapologize for being so rough with the plant, but, if youâre able to sustain it, being able to branch out in our weaponâs department could be a huge help.â
âIâm ignoring all that other stuff,â Private said, âbut are you sure you want me to grow it? Â Wouldnât you be better at it, what with all the sciences youâre into?â
âPrivate. Just because Iâm a scientist doesnât mean I study the entirety of anything scientific. My knowledge of botany and other soft sciences is comparatively lacking compared to my physics and chemistry knowledge, and, well, youâre the softest person I know.â Kowalski ruffled his hair at that, and Private giggled. âI even know a place where you could grow it if we really want to expand this option.â
âReally?
âââ
âI didnât even know we had a greenhouse.â Skipper muttered as Private guided him inside after a few hours of work inside. Apparently, Marlene had promised him the apartment next door rent-free if Kowalski could find a way to restore the value that her apartment complex  had somewhat lost due to letting the four + Julien and company live there. The task force had no idea what he did, but apparently it brought the value back tenfold, and so, Kowalski had created a doorway between the two apartments, and inside such a place, one room was dedicated to being a green house.
It was an amazing deal for both of them, which, all things considered, was a pretty rare win-win all around for the task force.
âI didnât either!â Private said, and after practically dragging him inside, Private flitted around the place like an over-eager honeybee. âI set up the acacia plant in an area where itâll get the most light, but I just finished setting up the sprinkler system, and oh! These are some of the beds Iâve set up, and apparently Kowalski found some soil in the warehouse and-â
Skipper watched fondly as Private babbled on and on about the flowers and the vegetables that could be grown here, and he could practically see the vision that Private himself was so excited about when he felt a tap on the shoulder.
âSkipper, I found a parallel between our deliveries.â Kowalski said, in a sort of tone that read as urgent but also mad? Skipper was at least a little familiar with it, but, he couldnât really place it. Skipper gestured a vague goodbye to Private as he forced Kowalski back down the hallway which he came.
âWhat?â
âTheyâre wildflowers. Not normally bought in flower shops. Both are native to New York.â
âAlright, so whoeverâs sending them is right inside our home state, the one with 8 million people in it?â Skipper said. âThat narrows it down a LOT.â
âWhy didnât you want me to say this in front of Private?â
âItâs not like Iâm psychic, Kowalski, I didnât know what you were going to say. I half-figured you were going to crush the kidâs spirit.â
âDoes that sound like something Iâd do?â
âYou do a lot of rather strange things rather unintentionally.â
âSir, this isnât the kind of thing to be brushed off. If it isnât from someone we know, then itâs from someone we DONâT, and that means that that someone is capable of getting into our secret base? Isnât it usually your job to panic about these things?â
âI donât panic.â
âIâm sorry, sir, you donât panic, but you donât seem all that worried about finding out whoâs sending them.â
âWhen we know, weâll know. At this point, itâs more likely that itâs a flower delivery gone wrong than it is a malicious plot of some sort. And if it is, weâll handle it.â Skipper shrugged.
âSkipper, are you even listening to me? I just said-â It was at this point that Skipper just began walking away from the conversation. If Kowalski was so passionate about this conversation, it would be easy for him to continue, but the sea of apathy and disinterest that came off of Skipper in that moment seemed to make the entire effort fruitless.
Skipper wasnât all that worried about him, though. Heâs a smart guy. Heâll figure it out.
If he didnât find out sooner, heâd find out later.
âââ
The mission was pulled off without a hitch, and was one completed with ease. Of course, itâs always easier to manage one person than it is three, and not to knock Rico, but he was easier to work with than most as he didnât ask that many questions. Of course, maybe that made him all the smarter all things considered. Skipper would still have to bribe him to keep quiet after all.
It was 7:00 in the morning, far too early to be up, but going back to sleep only to be woken up incredibly irritable would be rather suspicious considering he was the first one to âfall asleepâ that night. Skipper put a special brew of coffee on, one that he made when he needed it especially strong after an especially rough night. Everything had to be accounted for. The men he worked with were always on edge, so if the slightest thing was off, something would be said. Something almost always was a little off, but, whether they caught it or not was always a little up in the air. In a way it made Skipper almost proud, and coming back from these sort of missions was a fun test for him as well as the crew to see if they could figure anything out, and if Skipper could keep them from figuring anything out.
It was all in good fun, surely, Skipper thought as he scrubbed his hands underneath the kitchen sink to remove any excess dirt from his skin and nails. Kowalski would catch something surely if he was sloppy like that. The wildcard in this scenario was the fact that Rico was involved, and Rico did not possess the same kind of urgency as Skipper did in this instance.
Still, he trusted him enough. Thatâs what made Rico such a valuable ally. Rico was reliable like that.
Eventually, the coffee had finally reached its perfect temperature and Skipper got to pour himself the perfect cup on a quiet morning, where the orange still hadnât faded from the sky and the moon was still a faint sliver.
Of course, no matter how reliable Rico was, no matter how unsuspicious he seemed, no matter how he dotted every âiâ that he feasibly could, there was no stopping someone who was already suspicious.
âAlright, where is it?â Kowalski asked dryly, it looked like he didnât sleep a wink all night, and given that he was still in his clothes from yesterday, it showed.
âHmm?â Skipper hummed, taking a sip from his cup, really savoring that bitter flavor.
âDonât play dumb here, Skipper. Whereâs the plant?â
Naturally, Kowalski was expecting him to say âwhat plant?â next, if he really was so committed to playing dumb. Instead, however, he replied with âwhich plant?â
âWhich plant?â He echoed, and Skipperâs eyes widened slightly in realization at his slip up.
Shit.
âWhat do you mean by which-?â Kowalski began to say, but was cut off by the sound of frantic running, only to see Private in the doorway in his pajamas moments later.
âYou have to see the greenhouse!â He said, with eagerness in his voice.
âââ
âAlright, so, first thingâs first, I get up, right? And I was going to grab breakfast, but I figured I should go care for the Acacias, right? But when I open up the door, this is what I see!â Private said, opening the door to reveal a few rows of various flowers already planted within the soil, a few flourishing vegetable plants here and there, a few empty rows for Private to with what he wished, and even a section dedicated to poisonous plants.
âEverythingâs at the ready! Itâs like I have my own little garden fairy looking out for me!â Private beamed. âIsnât it beautiful?â
Skipper looked at Rico. Rico looked at Kowalski. Kowalski glared at Skipper.
âIt looks very nice, Private.â Skipper said, sipping from his mug to keep a smile from showing through. Kowalski raised an eyebrow at him, but seemed to drop it as he took the time to peruse the flowers.
âAcacias, Pink Camellias, Gardenias, PrimrosesâŚVery nice selection indeed.â Kowalski murmured, and Private smiled in his direction.
âYou know their names?â Private said, heading towards Kowalski to peer at a Daffodil that was peeking a wilting head out of the soil.
âIâve been doing a lot of research on flowers as of late. We should consider planting some plants that can be used as herbal remedies in here, as well.â
âOh! That sounds like a great idea! My Uncle Nigel used lavender oil on cuts and bruises all the time!â
Skipper and Rico watched as they tittered away happily.
âTh-This really w-what you w-wanted?â
Skipper shrugged.
âItâs not like I didnât think this was going to happen.â He stated plainly, though his brows were creased severely. âThe first time was a fluke.â
The two stayed silent for a moment.
âF-Fourth timeâs a charm?â
âNah. But, it was nice to do this. Couldnât do it without you.â Skipper shrugged, giving Rico a fist bump that Kowalski definitely caught sight of, but itâs not like he was going to do anything about it.
âââ
âSo, did you know that all the flowers you were planting mean secret or unrequited love?â
âFlowers mean things?â
(Hey! Iâm back. It seemed too late in the month for a mistletoe fic, and although originally I wanted to do something with flowers for Valentineâs day, it just felt like too long of a wait. So, I wanted to do something with flower language, because thereâs nothing more romantic than being secretive, until I realized that nobody seriously invests their time in Victorian flower languages except fan fiction romance writers, soâŚHere we are.)
#cartoons-tothemoon#fics#submission#pom#OKAY is this NOT the cheekiest way to say 'i love you'????#he's is fucking smug about it too#he wasn't just gonna give up#no he had to go ALL IN#and i bet he's still very much denying the reason in his head#all he knows is that he's gonna make this kid happy if it kills him#i love how rico's just along for the ride because he gets it#and kowalski's still extremely done#private my sweet sweet innocent child#you have a flower fairy watching over you#can't believe this#i'm so giggly now nasdfkln#i rushed the drawing so i could post#thank you again for my life#surprise fics are my favorite fics QwQ
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Never Really Was Enough, Pt. I
word count: 4.3k
summary:Â When Eva moves to Raleigh, it wasn't a happy occasion. She needed to get away from her family and moving across the country was the quickest way for her to accomplish that. As she finds her place in Raleigh, she finds a new family with people she never expected to (especially with a certain red-headed hockey player).
warnings:Â talk of past dealings with homophobia, off-screen character death
authorâs note: this was written as part of @fandomtrumpshateâ 2020! I was lucky enough to write this for @antoinerousselâ <3Â
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âHow do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?â
The day Eva packs up and moves to Raleigh isnât a happy one. Despite having the chance to start an amazing new job, and the chance to start over, sheâs bitter about having to do it. The thought of having to make a new start without a support network is terrifying. But if it means that Eva can have a fresh new start, then so be it.
As Eva puts the last box into the U-Haul, she sighs. Moving across the country isnât exactly how she had planned on getting away from her family, but she also didnât think that she would be leaving so soon, either. It was a stroke of luck that she had been hired in North Carolina, and it was even better that she had found an apartment she could afford to live in.
Once she starts the long drive, thereâs no heartfelt good-byes, and nobody to send her off. Eva has to remind herself that Lucas is long gone now and thereâs nothing holding her back anymore. So, she begins what will likely turn into a week-long trip to Raleigh. Itâs mostly a mindless drive, with only a few wrong turns. The days blur into each other, and she only stops for gas, food, and the chance to sleep.
By the time she pulls up to her new apartment complex, she feels exhausted and groans at the thought of having to unpack everything by herself. She drags herself to the front office to get checked in. Itâs a smooth process, and once she gets the keys, Eva is hoping it doesnât take all night to get everything moved up to her apartment.
âHey, are you new here?â someone asks.
Eva turns and thereâs a woman, about her age and blonde hair that glows in the sunlight walking over to the U-Haul.
âYeah, just got in obviously,â Eva answers with a tired smile. âIâm Eva.â
âSamantha, but everyone calls me Sammy,â she introduces. âAre you here by yourself?â
âYep, itâs just me,â Eva replies. âI couldnât afford to hire any help, and my family couldnât make it out, so itâs just me.â
âAh, so you moved from far away?â
âAcross the country,â Eva answers. âI came from Portland. The one in Oregon.â
âDamn, thatâs a long-ass drive,â Sammy jokes. âBut I think youâll like it here. The neighbors are good, for the most part.â
âThatâs good to hear.â
âIâm guessing this will take you a while, so I should be able to help you once I pick up my boyfriend from the auto shop.â
âOh, you donât have to help.â
Sammy snorts. âPlease, youâre going to be here for ages. Itâll be no big deal at all. There arenât a lot of people our age here, so it wonât be too much of a hassle to help out.â
âWell, if itâs not a big deal, then sure, Iâd appreciate the help,â Eva replies with a soft smile. âI live in 417 if Iâm not down by the truck.â
âSee you then, Eva.â
Once Sammy leaves, Eva looks back to everything she has to unpack. Sheâs thankful that she doesnât have a bed or couch to worry about, but Eva isnât happy about having to sleep on the floor until the bed she ordered comes in. Without the help from her family, though, there was no way she was going to be able to get a bed or a couch into the moving vehicle.
Eva loses track of time, and by the time Sammy and her boyfriend, Patrick, come by to help, itâs late afternoon. They donât talk much, but the silence is easy, which Eva is unfamiliar with. Itâs been a long time since she felt comfortable not feeling like she had to fill the quietness. By the time dinner time rolls around, they finally have everything in Evaâs apartment.
âAre you going to want help unpacking things?â Sammy asks.
âNah, this was already so much help. I probably would have spent the rest of the night bringing things up here,â Eva answers. âBut thank you again, I really appreciate this.â
âWe couldnât not help someone moving in by themselves,â Patrick says. âItâs a big step, what you did. I donât think I could ever move across the country by myself.â
Eva shrugs. âIf you have to do it, then you manage.â
Both Sammy and Patrick donât ask for more details, which Eva is grateful for. Sheâs not really sure if she feels comfortable talking about how she ended up here quite yet.
âSo, are you really going to be fine sleeping on the floor?â Patrick asks, a little bit of worry in his voice. âIâm sure we could find something more comfortable for you.â
âYeah, itâs only for a couple of nights until the delivery comes in,â Eva replies. âI just wasnât sure when I would be getting here, so I guess Iâll just have to suffer for getting here early.â
Sammy snorts. âAlright, well, if you ever need company, weâre just one floor up. And you know what, give me your number so I can text you good places for takeout. Iâm sure that you wonât want to be cooking for the next few days.â
âOh, thank you, that would be nice,â Eva replies, who was planning on just living off of pizza for the next day or two. âI honestly donât even know what thereâs to do here since I just moved out here for work, so honestly, Iâll take any recommendations you have.â
Once Sammy and Patrick leave, Eva has a new contact in her phone and a list of places to check out around Raleigh. Itâs a comfort knowing that she already has people willing to help her out here. She isnât sure how well sheâll click with people at work and the thought of randomly introducing herself to her other neighbors isnât an appealing idea.
The following week is a hectic one, with Eva trying to get her apartment to feel like a home and making sure that sheâs ready to start work. She meets up with Sammy and Patrick again for dinner one night at their apartment to take a break from unpacking all of her boxes. It wasnât until she moved that she realized how much stuff she accumulated.
âSo, what do you two do for work?â Eva inquires.
âI work in the front office for the Canes,â Sammy answers. âAnd Patrick here is a kindergarten teacher, which is why you see glitter everywhere.â
âThat was one time,â Patrick protests. âItâs not my fault it never disappears.â
Sammy snorts. âYeah, it was a mistake heâs thankfully only made once.â
âUh, not to sound dumb, but am I supposed to know who the Canes are?â Eva asks, a little nervous. âAre they likeâŚa big company or something?â
âOh, theyâre the NHL team here,â Sammy replies. âI keep forgetting not everyone keeps up with hockey.â
âWellâŚI guess Iâm going to have to start watching it if Iâm going to be friends with the two of you,â Eva says. âIâve only watched one game and that was because it was on at a sports bar my brother and I were at.â
âItâs really not that big of a deal,â Sammy says. âHockey is fun, but it can be kind of messy sometimes. And I hardly understand it despite working there for a couple years now.â
Eva smiles softly. âWell, in that case, I feel a bit better about not knowing anything.â
âSo, what brought you all the way across the country? I donât think we ever asked,â Patrick inquires. âYou donât have to share if you donât want to, though.â
âI found a good computer engineering job out this way for a small tech company. My other job just wasnât cutting it,â Eva explains. âAnd it was time to get away from the family. Things wereâŚnot great, to put things lightly. Turns out they werenât okay with me being bi.â
âWeâre glad to have you here then,â Sammy says decisively. âFamily can be shit sometimes, and Iâm glad that youâve been able to get away from them.â
Eva smiles sadly. âThank you. I donât think itâs really settled in yet, but Iâm proud of myself.â
âYou deserve to be proud,â Sammy says. âNow, letâs talk about happier things.â
The rest of the night passes easily and Eva can tell that sheâs going to really like Sammy and Patrick. Theyâre good people and take her coming out with ease. She forgot that plenty of people donât care about her sexuality, but with a minimal support system back home, it was easy to not remember that. By the time Eva leaves that night, her heart feels fuller and happier than it has in a long time.
When Eva gets back to her apartment, she sighs and makes a list of what needs to be accomplished tomorrow. Thereâs not much left to do, especially since the bed she ordered had come in a few days ago and she had found a decent couch off of craigslist. Her new job starts on the following Monday, which is only four days away now.
To distract herself, Eva decides to finish all the unpacking the following day, then goes shopping for things to decorate with. She sold most of those things before the cross-country drive, not wanting to hold onto any bad memories. Now she has the chance for a fresh start and it makes her feel light.
By the time Monday morning rolls around, sheâs extremely nervous. Despite emails saying that people dress casually, Eva decides to go for a more business casual look, wanting to make a good first impression. She does her best to look like she didnât stay up all night, then makes the drive out to the office.
âYou must be Eva!â someone greets cheerily, once Eva walks in the front door.
âUh, yes, thatâs me,â Eva replies, taken aback by their cheery disposition.
âIâm James, and Iâll be helping you settle into the office,â James explains. âI know this is a lot to take in on a Monday, but today and tomorrow will mostly be orientation and HR stuff.â
âI can handle that,â Eva replies.
James proceeds to show Eva where her desk is and letâs her get settled. He gives her login information for her computer, and then lets her work on settling into her space, along with setting things up with HR. The morning passes quickly, then James is treating Eva to lunch, where they end up visiting a local diner.
âTheyâre open 24/7 and donât mind if we stay for hours on end in the middle of the night when weâre trying to meet a project deadline,â James explains, when Eva seems a bit confused.
âSounds like thatâs a common experience,â she snorts.
âDonât want to scare you off, but you wouldnât be wrong,â James laughs. âHowâs it been so far? I know itâs not that exciting, yet.â
Eva shrugs. âCould be worse. It seems like a good place and like thereâs good people here. So, I think I can deal with a couple days of boring paperwork.â
âThatâs the spirit!â James says happily. âAnd I promise that this is an amazing place to work. Itâs not all that glamourous, especially since we arenât a big company or anything, but the culture is what makes people stay.â
âWell, thatâs good, glad I took a chance on coming out here then.â
The rest of lunch passes easily and Eva proceeds to spend the rest of the day filling out paperwork. Despite the easiness of the day, she feels exhausted by the time she gets back to her apartment. She reheats leftovers, then goes to pass out on her mildly uncomfortable bed.
The summer passes by quicker than Eva can even process. Thereâs so much to take in and she doesnât have time to hurt about her family not asking about how sheâs doing. Itâs mid-August when sheâs hanging out with Sammy, while Patrick preps for school to start up again.
âSo, how would you feel coming to a company party with me?â Sammy asks, out of the blue. âItâs in a couple of weeks and I want you to come with me. Itâd be fun.â
âShouldnât you be going with Patrick?â Eva retorts. âThe two of you are dating.â
âYeah, but I always bring him. Besides, I think you would have fun and would get along with everyone,â Sammy explains. âAnd honestly, Patrick is a bit all over the place this time of year, so I donât think heâs too keen on going anyways.â
âWhatâs the vibe like? Is it a stuffy company party where everyone secretly gets drunk to get through the night or one where people actually like each other?â
âPeople actually enjoy each other there. And itâll be a barbecue at one of the playerâs houses, so itâs a totally chill thing.â
âOh, well, itâll be good to meet your coworkers then. I can finally put some names to faces, but I canât guarantee that Iâll remember anything.â
âAlright, Iâll make sure that youâre on the guest list. Some of the players will be there with their partners, so youâll have the chance to meet them if you want to.â
âI honestly could not tell you whoâs who still, so I probably wonât even know that I met any of them.â
Sammy laughs. âThatâll provide some good chirping material for them.â
âGlad I could be of service,â Eva jokes.
âYouâll fit right in; I promise.â
~ ~ ~
Finally, the day of the barbecue rolls around. Itâs still sticky hot, so Eva keeps her outfit simple with a tank top and a pair of shorts. Sammy insisted that the dress code was casual and thereâs no need to dress nice. The whole thing is just a chance for everyone to mingle and meet the new people joining the Canes.
Despite still not really knowing any of the players, Sammy tells Eva about a new player thatâs coming to the barbecue today. She seems excited to meet whoever the guy is, so Eva tries to remember his name, but forgets it the closer they get to the house where the get-together is being hosted.
Sammy has to park a little bit away, so when the two of them walk up to the house, Eva lets out a small gasp. The house is huge and the backyard looks gigantic. She supposes it has to be, to host an office party. However, itâs still a reminder how lucrative being an athlete and sports management can be.
âItâs fucking ridiculous, isnât it?â Sammy snorts. âNot that Iâm complaining, since it always means good food and alcohol, but still. Iâm still honestly not completely used to it and Iâve been coming to these things ever since I started working here.â
âThis isâŚa lot,â Eva comments. âBut Iâm excited to look around.â
Once they get into the house, Sammy drags Eva out to the backyard and introduces her to a bunch of people. Eva immediately forgets all of their names, but just smiles and nods along. After a little bit however, she decides to split off from the group to go get some food. She lets Sammy know and walks off to the other side of the yard. Once she gets her food, someone walks up to her and introduces himself.
âI donât think weâve met yet,â he says. âIâm Dougie.â
âOh, itâs good to meet you, Iâm Eva,â she replies. âI donât actually work here, Iâm with Sammy. I guess that makes you coworkers, right?â
âUm, I think? Technically?â he replies, unsure.
âDo you work in management then? Didnât take you for the type, but I guess I shouldnât judge.â
âUm, I mean-â Dougie starts to say.
âDougie, get over here, we need to show you something!â someone else shouts.
He looks apologetically over at Eva before heading over to the group. Eva obviously wants to know what he was going to say, but shrugs it off and walks over to Sammy. Sheâs still animatedly talking to the same people as before, but smiles over at Eva when she joins the group again. After a few minutes, they head off to grab food as well.
âSo, meet anyone exciting yet?â Sammy asks. âThereâs a few players and theyâll introduce themselves to anyone new.â
âI might have met your boss? Or management?â Eva answers, still unsure of what Dougieâs role is.
âOh, isnât she amazing?â Sam gushes.
âShe? Well, I guess I shouldnât have assumed her gender,â Eva replies, immediately feeling bad.
Sammy looks confused. âUmâŚI donât think weâre talking about the same person. My boss is over there.â
She points to a petite woman, with ebony skin. So, definitely not Dougie then.
âWellâŚthat is definitely not who I met,â Eva whispers. âHis name was Dougie.â
âYou met Dougie? Thatâs the new player I was talking about!â Sammy exclaims. âWe literally talked about this before we got here.â
âI was nervous! I donât remember things when I get nervous.â
âDid you say anything embarrassing to him?â
âI mean, I basically told him that he didnât seem like the management type? Because he said he was only technically a coworker of yours.â
Sammy snorts. âOh my god, I canât believe you told him that to his face.â
âHow was I supposed to know?â Eva exclaims. âAnd I wasnât wrong, was I? He isnât the management type.â
âGod, I canât wait to tell everyone about this,â Sammy says, laughing.
âIâm making such a bad first impression,â Eva groans.
âNo, I promise this will only make everyone love you more.â
âWhatever you say,â Eva replies skeptically.
Fortunately, the day passes in a much less embarrassing fashion for Eva. She manages to avoid Dougie the rest of the time sheâs there, not wanting to address how badly she made a fool of herself. Normally, Eva likes to think sheâs more put together than this, but something about it just makes her feel awkward.
âSo, what did you think?â Sammy asks as they head out.
âIt was fun,â Eva answers. âStill canât believe I made a fool of myself in front of Dougie, though.â
âHonestly, I donât think itâs really going to be that big of a deal. I donât think heâs the type of player to get mad about someone not recognizing him.â
âOh, well, thatâs good at least,â Eva jokes. âBut then again, I doubt Iâll be seeing him again, so I guess I shouldnât be too worried.â
âBold of you to assume Iâm not dragging you to another event soon.â
âSeriously? Why would you take me to another one of these?â
Sammy shrugs. âPatrick has never been too much of a fan of going and I donât like going by myself. So, Iâll keep taking you until you get sick of it.â
Eva snorts. âWell, at least youâre being honest. It was fun today besides me being an actual idiot, so I guess I can tag along again. Whenâs the next thing?â
âWe usually have something else when the preseason ends, so probably the end of September at some point. Itâs much more relaxed since the players are usually off the walls with the energy to finally start the season again.â
âI wonât ever turn down the chance for decent free food, so count me in.â
âWhat do you need free food for? You earn just as much as Patrick and I combined in one year.â
âYouâre not wrong, but itâs also a hold over from the college days. Some things just donât change.â
Sammy just rolls her eyes in response. Once they get back to the apartment complex, Sammy drags Eva up to her apartment to tell Patrick about meeting Dougie. Eva is blushing out of pure embarrassment the whole time. She has a feeling that sheâs not going to ever live it down, but she guesses thereâs worse things to be teased about.
âFor someone whoâs so smart, I canât believe you did that,â Patrick says, laughing.
âOh my god, itâs not my fault half of these guys look exactly the same!â Eva exclaims. âAnd itâs not like itâs my job to know which one is which.â
âWell, youâre going to have to learn if youâre coming with me to more company events,â Sammy points out.
âUgh, donât remind me,â Eva groans. âI take back my standing offer of going with you, you donât deserve it anymore.â
âSure, whatever you say,â Sammy says. âBesides, what happened to wanting free food?â
âNo longer worth it,â Eva replies.
Patrick and Sammy laugh in reply. Eva just rolls her eyes.
âAs much fun as I had today, I should probably head out. We have a huge project coming up at work and I know Iâm going to be pulling more all-nighters than I want to admit,â Eva says.
âAlright, try to get some rest at least,â Patrick says.
âIâll do my best,â Eva replies, as she heads out of the apartment.
The weeks pass by in a blur, especially since Eva gets swept up in project deadlines. Before she knows it, itâs the end of September and Sammy is dragging her to the season kickoff party. This time, itâs at a different playerâs house, but the place is still as extravagant as the last one. Eva also had made sure to try and memorize a couple of playersâ names and faces.
âHey, itâsâŚEva, right?â Dougie says, coming up to her and Sammy.
âOh yes, thatâs right,â Eva replies awkwardly. âAnd Dougie? Who doesnât happen to work in management, but is instead a player?â
He snorts. âYeah, that would be me. The guys still havenât let me live that one down.â
âGlad I could provide some quality material,â Eva jokes.
âDonât worry, Iâve made sure that sheâs gotten some shit for it as well,â Sammy interjects. âWanted to make sure the chirping was solid on both sides of it.â
Dougie laughs, and Eva feels herself warming a little at the sound. Itâs a good laugh, and she feels a bit odd at admitting the fact. She shoves any thoughts of associating Dougie with being good or cute, not wanting to even go down that road.
âIt seems like youâre settling in well,â Sammy says. âIs Raleigh everything you ever dreamed?â
âAh yes, definitely living out all of my dreams here,â Dougie jokes, good-naturedly. âI do enjoy it here, though. I feel like itâll be good.â
âThen it seems you and Eva are in the same boat,â Sammy replies. âSheâs fairly new in town as well.â
âOh? What brings you out here?â Dougie inquires.
âIf yâall are going to bond over being the newbies, Iâm going to go and get some food,â Sammy says, heading off.
Once sheâs gone, Eva answers, âI moved out here for work, actually. Moved from Portland, Oregon, so itâs definitely a lot to get used to.â
âYou really moved across the country for work?â Dougie says, a bit surprised.
âYeah, I justâŚneeded a scenery change and Raleigh was the first place that offered a decent job in a place I wasnât completely opposed to moving to,â Eva explains. âI mean, it wasnât hard to find computer engineering jobs, so I guess I was able to be a bit picky.â
âComputer engineering? I didnât take you for the type,â Dougie teases.
âOh my god, youâre not going to live me that down, are you?â
âThe opportunity presented itself, and I didnât want to pass it up. But seriously, thatâs cool, even if I donât understand what that even means.â
âItâs not much, we just help develop computer hardware and software. Most of the training is in electrical engineering anyways, so itâs not hard to adapt skills across the board.â
Dougie snorts. âItâs not much, she says. Thatâs still pretty impressive, Eva.â
âWell, thanks, I guess.â
âBut I still canât imagine why you chose Raleigh of all places. Why not New York or Seattle, or whatever? I feel like those places are more known for their tech industries.â
âSeattle was a little close to home for me, and I was also just tired of living in a big city, so moving to an even bigger city was out of the question.â
âThatâs understandable, I guess.â
âSo, I know youâre a new player here because Sammy mentioned it. But did you sign here orâŚI honestly have no idea how this works.â
âNah, I was traded from Calgary.â
ââŚIs that in Canada?â
âYeah, thatâs in Canada,â Dougie replies, laughing.
âYouâre going to chirp me about that too, arenât you?â Eva groans.
âItâs only fair.â
âDid I miss Eva doing something dumb?â Sammy asks, coming back with a plate of food for herself and Eva.
âYes, she didnât know where Calgary is,â Dougie answers.
âWell, I canât blame her for not knowing. Itâs really not that remarkable,â Sammy retorts.
Dougie laughs again, and Eva feels herself blushing a little. He seems like a good person and definitely isnât hard to look at. She tries to push those thoughts out of her head, knowing that if she manages to develop a crush on him, that itâll go nowhere. The chances of anything happening between the two of them is slim at best.
âIâll let the two of you continue enjoying the party, Iâm going to go see how everyone else is doing,â Dougie says. âHopefully Iâll see you later?â
âOh, you definitely will,â Sammy says, rather ominously.
Dougie smiles, then heads off to where the food is located. Sammy immediately turns to Eva and raises an eyebrow.
âWhat?â Eva asks. âDo I have something on my face?â
âNo, it just seems like the two of you were getting along pretty well.â
âI was just being polite,â Eva says indignantly.
âUh huh, Iâm sure thatâs what was going on.â
âOh my god, youâre the worst.â
âLook, if the two of you become friends, or maybe you knowâŚexclusive, Iâm taking all the credit.â
âNothing is going to happen because weâll only see each other at these events if I decide to keep coming.â
âNot if I have anything to do with it,â Sammy says, smiling brightly.
âI donât like where this is going.â
âYouâll be thanking me later, Eva, I promise.â
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It Must Be Nice (to have Mrs. Potts on your side)
@comfortember Prompt 3: Nightmare
Summary: Peter is staying at the Starks. While Tony goes to the store one night, he has a nightmare. Luckily, Pepper is there to hold him when Tony isnât.
Notes:Â While Iron Dad definitely has, like, half of my heart, I adore the entire Iron Fam. I am a firm believer that Pepper and Peter love each other like mother/son, and I had a blast writing a little of their sweet relationship.
Read on AO3: here
Peter grabbed his deodorant and shoved it into a small duffel bag with his clothes, a nervous excitement filling his stomach. May was called into work all weekend, and Tony had offered to let Peter stay with them so he wouldnât be alone. Tony hadnât said anything, but Peter was pretty sure he and May had talked about the nightmares Peter had been having lately, and Tony didnât want him to be alone at night.
It was rather sweet, even if a little embarrassing to feel like he was being babysat, and Peter wasnât going to turn down a chance to hang out with the Starks. He loved Morgan and Pepper, and had especially missed lab days with Tony.
âDonât forget your toothbrush,â May called from down the hall, breaking into Peterâs thoughts.
Peter rolled his eyes but checked to make sure he had actually put it into the bag. Sure enough, he found it sticking out the side. âI got it, May.â
May appeared in the doorway. âJust making sure, honey. You excited?â
Peter laughed. âItâs just a weekend at the Starks. Itâs not like I havenât been there before.â
May gave him a look.
âYeah, okay. Iâm always excited to hang out with Tony, Pepper, and Morgan.â
Peterâs phone rang, Happyâs face lighting up the screen.
âHeâs here. I love you May!â Peter grabbed his bag, kissed Mayâs cheek, and answered the call as he headed out the door. âHey, Happy. Iâm on my way down. See you in a minute!â He chirpped into his phone.
âOkay. See you soon.â Never one for many words, Happy hung up, and Peter flew to the elevator, anxious to get to the lake house.
***
âUnderoos!â Tony called as he swept out the front door, his arms open.
Peter willingly ran into them, relishing in his mentorâs warmth and closeness. He never ceased to be amazed that hugs had become an actual thing, and that Tonyâs good hand carding through his curls felt like the most natural thing in the world. Despite the warmth of the hug and Peterâs thick sweater, the November air was chilly, and he shivered.
âAlright, letâs go inside. I forget you canât thermoregulate. Howâs the heater in your suit working, by the way? You arenât getting cold on patrols, are you?â
They headed inside, and Peter melted as soon as he stepped through the door. The warmth of the house, combined with the comforting colors of fall decorations and the scent of a candle Pepper had lit, seeped through the cold to warm his entire soul. It was a magical feeling. Peter smiled and took a deep breath before turning to his mentor.
âNo, Tony. It works great. Karen would alert you if it didnât, right?â
Tony narrowed his eyes. âSee, I would normally say yes, but after the stunt you pulled in DC, I donât really know anymore.â
âWell, then,â Peter scoffed, âyouâll just have to trust me when I say I havenât, and I wonât, mess with her again.â
âYeah, thatâs the problem. I donât trust you with that.â
Peter pulled out his most potent puppy-dog eyes.
âOh, now thatâs not fair.â Tony glared as Peter grinned, entirely unrepentant.
âBoys, play nice!â Pepper called from the kitchen, and Peter went over to give her a hug. âAre you hungry, sweetheart? Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.â
Tony kissed Pepperâs cheek as he passed to the fridge to grab a water bottle. âWant me to go get her majesty? Have her wash up?â
âNo, Iâll go get Morgan. Whereâs she at? I was surprised I wasnât immediately accosted when I walked in,â Peter said, his smile too indulgent and full of love for the comment to hold any real heat.
Pepper nodded her head to the back door. âIn her tent, playing with her Spider-Man action figures, actually.â
Peter blushed, trying to hide it as he headed out the back door to get his little sister. He stopped right outside her tent. âMorgan! Guess who!â he called.
âPetey!â Morgan yelled as she flew out of the tent and into Peterâs open arms.
âHey Momo!â he said, kissing her head. âItâs time for dinner. Your mom wants you to wash up.â
âWhatâs for dinner?â Morgan asked cautiously, preemptively wrinkling her nose as if she already didnât like the answer.
âI donât know, but it looked like spaghetti.â
Deeming the answer to her satisfaction, Morgan allowed Peter to take her inside.
âI hear you have some Spider-Man action figures, Mo,â he said as he moved the stool so she could reach the sink with practiced motions.
âYeah! I have 5! Daddy got me one for every year you were gone. Heâd always tell me stories about you. I made him use my action figures to make it more fun.â
Peter firmly kept the smile on his face, though the mention of his 5-year absence made his stomach squirm annoyingly.
He hated feeling so fragile. Nobody else really talked about it, the feeling of turning into dust, the strange sensation of dread and pain and justâŚ.slipping away. It felt so unfair that the very DNA that gave him the ability to help others and to heal himself was the very thing that made coming back so much harder for Peter. Everybody else had just painlessly faded away, but Peter had felt everything.
Peter shook his head, turning his attention back to his sister. He turned off the water and handed her a towel, laughing as water droplets scattered on the wall from her erratic hand drying. The mundane detail made Peter smile, and he took a deep breath to dispel the lingering gloominess.
Dinner was nice. Conversation flowed easily between them all, and the knot of anxiety in Peterâs chest unraveled a little. He felt even better after tinkering in the lab with Tony. With AC/DC softly in the background, they spent hours in the basement lab, working on Peterâs web shooters and Tonyâs prosthetic arm, and just generally enjoying each otherâs company until Pepper came and made them go to sleep. By the end of the night, Peter felt better than he had in months.
He didnât have any nightmares that night.
***
The next day was a beautiful, fall day. It passed in a blur of helping Pepper around the house, playing outside with Morgan, and spending hours in the lab with Tony again.
As he helped her, Pepper told him stories of Morgan as a baby, which were adorable, and stories of Tony as a new dad, which were somehow even more adorable. He hadnât felt like he ever found his place with Pepper, but they talked as easily that day as they had the night before and some of his worries about where he stood with her melted a little.
It had been a similar experience with Tony. While Morgan fit seamlessly into his life, it had taken a lot longer before Peter and Tony had developed their relationship. Months of occasional phone calls had escalated to daily texts which led to lab nights that ended in movies and snuggles. Without even realizing it, they had forged a relationship that was akin to the one Peter had with his dad and Ben. It didnât replace those relationships; the place in Peterâs heart simply expanded to make space for Tony. He hoped it would eventually be the same with Pepper..
***
âAlright kiddo,â Tony said the next night. âMonopoly? Uno? One of those new fangled games...uh...Cover Your Assets?â
âOoooh. Whatâs Cover Your Assets?â Peter asked, walking over from the table, where he was stuffing his face with chips and salsa.
Morgan was asleep, and the adults were settling in for a game night. Popcorn, ice cream, and chips and dip had been procured in copious amounts.
âIt's, uh, well you try and steal each otherâs cards and get the most âmoneyâ. Letâs play it. Itâs fun, and itâll make more sense after you actually play a few rounds.â
âYeah, I like that one. Letâs play it!â Pepper called, bringing a bowl of popcorn to the table. The third one. Sheâd insisted that she knew her boys and that she wanted to actually eat some popcorn, so they would each get their own bowl.
"Yeah, only because you beat me every game," Tony grumbled, earning him a slap from Pepper. He briefly explained the rules again and then dealt everyone in, and soon they were all engrossed in a very intense game. Peter proved to be a match for even Pepper, but he was pretty sure it was beginners luck.
âTony, Peter literally has all the silvers in that stack, yet you steal from me! â Pepper yelled. She turned out to be surprisingly competitive, and it amused Peter to no end.
âPep, he probably has another silver to block it, Iâm just biding my time!â
Peter hid a giggle behind his cards, then smugly stole Pepperâs pile from Tony, covering his stack with all the silvers.
âSon of a-â
Tony was cut off by a small voice. âDaddy?â
Morgan stood in the kitchen entryway with tears in her eyes, holding her iron man plushie in one hand, her Spider-Man blanket in another. Sheâd never looked younger.
âYes, baby. Whatâs wrong?â
âI had a bad dream,â she sniffled. âYou...you died again.â
Peterâs heart dropped and the world fell away, sucked into a tiny pinpoint by his thundering heartbeat and ragged breaths. He desperately tried to bring the world back into focus. He was barely aware of Tony standing to scoop Morgan up into his arms, and forced himself to think of that and not his raging thoughts. Mercifully, it worked.
âWell, donât you worry about that,â Tony was saying, and Peter clung onto his words like a lifeline and was finally able to suck in a breath of precious air. âLetâs go snuggle until you feel better, and Iâll have a little chat with your dreams, okay? Pete was going to win anyway.â
Morgan giggled as she wiped her eyes, laying her head down on her dadâs shoulder. Peter gasped in another breath, earning him a look from Pepper, but Peter schooled his expression enough to look normal.
âSorry about that,â she said and squeezed his hand.
Peter managed a smile, steadying his breaths and willing the last vestiges of his panic to go away. âItâs really okay. Iâm glad heâs able to help her.â
Soon Tony joined them once again. âSheâs back asleep. A few snuggles from dad, and she was fine,â he said, preening just a little.
They continue their game, but Peter found his mind pulled away again, wrenched into a world far, far away where his body was torn apart while desperately trying to hold it together. That, or the horrible moment where he heard Tonyâs heart stop on that battlefield.
âKid, you okay?â Tonyâs voice once again broke through the static in his brain, and he looked up to see both Starks staring at him with concerned expressions.
âYeah. Just tired, I think,â Peter lied; mistake number one. âI think Iâll head to bed after this game.â Mistake number two.
Peter ended up winning, creaming the others and gloating about it like a 5-year-old, and then bid them goodnight. He knew they didnât believe that he was really okay, but they didnât press for answers and Peter didnât give them. Instead, he dragged himself up the stairs to his room and got ready for bed.
He hesitated for a second before closing the door firmly behind him. And that was mistake number three.
***
âDo you think Peterâs okay?â Tony asked, bringing the last of the dishes over to the sink where Pepper was washing them.
She gave him a look full of fond exasperation, one he had become too familiar with, and handed him a washcloth to wipe the table. âYou worry too much. Peter will be alright. If he wanted to talk about it, he would. Heâll come to you, and you will be there just like you always are.â
âYouâre right as always, Pep.â Tony sighed, trying to shake the worry as he methodically swiped up and down the table, brushing the crumbs into his hand.
âWhy donât you go for a drive, Tony. Youâll feel better,â Pepper suggested. âWeâre out of milk and eggs anyway. Peter can drink a whole gallon by himself.â
âHmmmm. Thatâs a good idea. Iâll head to the store. Let me know if we need anything else, or if Peter wakes up. Heâs been having nightmares, too.â
âWeâll be fine. Go. Clear your head, get some eggs and milk, come back, and letâs go to bed.â
âFine, Iâm going, Iâm going.â
Tony rinsed the cloth, then slipped on his shoes and out the back door. Pepper heard the rumble of his favorite car a few seconds later as she put away the last plate. With a quiet moment to herself, she sank into the couch with the book she had been trying to finish for months. She didnât get far, though.
âMrs. Potts-Stark,â Friday chirped from the ceiling not even a second after sheâd finally sat down, eliciting a loud groan.
âYes, Friday?â
âMr. Parker seems to be in distress. I believe he is having a nightmare.â
Pepper was instantly up off the couch, flying to Peterâs room without a second thought. She quietly opened the door, letting the soft light from the hallway illuminate the room. In the dim light, she saw Peter thrashing on the bed, his legs tangling with the sheets, and he was whimpering loud enough for her to hear. It broke her heart.
âPeter,â she called, walking over and kneeling next to the bed. âPeter. Wake up, sweetie. You arenât alone, I promise. Youâre safe, Tony is safe. Câmon. Wake up.â She kept whispering to him until he opened his eyes with a sob. âOh, Peter,â she said, and before she could register what was happening, she had an armful of teenager. Peter clung to her, sobbing. She could feel the tears through her shirt, and she quietly sniffled back some of her own. The pure kid in her arms deserved so much more than the nightmares and heartache heâd been given.
âS-sorry,â he hiccuped, pulling back once his sobs slowed into sniffles.
Pepper took his warm, tear-stained face in her hands, gently wiping the wetness from his eyes. âPeter, donât you dare apologize. Itâs not your fault, honey. Tony always said that you are the best of us, and heâs right. You are so so good, so brave, and you are not weak.â
Peter sniffled and nodded hesitantly, but the lies he believed were still clearly written in his eyes.
Peterâs emotions, heightened from months of nightmares, brought earlier doubts about his place with Pepper to the surface and he couldnât keep the doubt out of his words.
âBut Iâm not a little kid, ya know. Iâm not even your kid, and, and I hate that you have to take care of me, that Iâm so weak, that I-â
âPeter,â Pepper said firmly. She hadnât realized he didnât know, but then, sheâd never told him. She paused to make sure he was really listening, holding eye contact. âYouâre like a son to me, too. I love you so much, sweetheart.â Peter startled a little, taking in a shaking breath. She could see was still holding onto some doubt, so she whispered it again, pressing the words to his curls with a kiss. âI love you, okay?â
He nodded once before falling back into her arms. âI love you too,â he whispered against her shoulder.
When Tony came back from the store a little while later, Peter was sleeping peacefully, curled up against Pepperâs side. He knew immediately what happened, and his heart ached that he hadnât been there, but that was overshadowed by the gratitude he felt for his incredible wife and the knowledge that Peter would always have a Stark to help him.
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New Friends Ch.5
Ch.1 / Ch.4 / Ch.6
(Chapter 5! finally! I hope you guys enjoy it!)
âDo you guys have a specific place you wanna go today?â Marinette asked the group as they walked down the front steps.Â
Aurore and Wayhem shrugged, while Luka hummed at the thought. Â
âWhat about.. Your place?â He then suggested.Â
âM-my place??â Marinette stuttered.Â
Wayhem and Aurore were quickly on board with the idea.
âYeah! I havenât been to your house yet!âÂ
âAnd I havenât been by the bakery in a while.âÂ
âIt sounds like a good idea to me.â Kagami spoke up, curious as to what Marinetteâs room looked like.Â
The bluenette hesitated. She knew them coming over wouldnât be a problem. It was just unexpected.Â
âFelix?â Marinette then asked, looking up at the blonde who was quietly walking next to her.Â
Felix glanced down at Marinette, a calculated expression on his features.Â
âAs long as I can read my book.â He finally answered, turning his attention back to the sidewalk.Â
Aurore clapped her hands together, Wayhem let out a âyes!â, and Kagami smiled.Â
âI guess that settles it.â Luka smirked, placing his hands on his hips.
Marinette blew out a sigh, but smiled. âYeah. I guess it does-âÂ
âMarinette!âÂ
She had just gotten the sentence out when Alya called out to her.Â
The group slowed as Marinette stopped and turned around to see her- former - best friend running up to her.Â
âCan we talk?â Alya panted once she reached them, her gaze flicking to Luka and the others. âAlone?âÂ
Marinette frowned, turning to Luka and trying to catch his opinion.Â
The guitarist shrugged, putting his hands in his jacket pockets.Â
âItâs up to you, Mariâ, she gathered, considering the soft yet understanding look in his eyes.Â
âFive minutes.â Marinette finally agreed.Â
Alya furrowed her eyebrows at the time limit, but brought her friend aside.
âI wanted to talk to you about-â the reporter cautiously glanced at the group again, before lowering her voice. â-about Felix.âÂ
Marinette let out an exasperated sigh. âAlya-âÂ
âAll Iâm saying is that heâs not the nicest guy. He doesnât like anyone and nobody likes him.â Alya lightly grabbed Marinetteâs shoulders. âIâm just looking out for you. Even Lila gave him a bad rep when she came to class. If you keep hanging out with him, the class might start to turn on you to-âÂ
âAnd they havenât already?â Marinette retorted, sliding Alyaâs hands off her shoulders.Â
The red head startled, hurt flashing through her eyes. âMari-âÂ
âLook, Iâve gotta go. Iâll see you at school tomorrow.â Marinette cut her off, spinning on her heel towards the group.Â
âMarinette!â Alya followed her, but stopped when Kagami, Aurore, and Wayhem subtly moved in front of Marinette, Luka putting a comforting hand on Marinetteâs shoulder.Â
âIâm sorry Alya. Iâm just not in the mood.â Marinette apologized, before walking away.Â
In a way, she was glad Alya was worried. Sadly, Alya was worried for the wrong reasons. Figures Alyaâd start to âlook out for herâ when she was with someone Alya didnât like.
Kagami and Aurore squinted at Alya a moment longer as Marinette left, then followed the rest of the group.
~~~~~~
Alya stared after Marinette, dumbfounded. What did she mean they already turned on her? And why did the others get so defensive when she tried to follow her?Â
Alya frowned as the group walked out of sight. She was going to have to talk to Marinette again. Soon.Â
Taking out her phone, Alya dialed in Adrienâs number. If anyone would be able to talk to her, itâd be him.Â
It took a few rings, but eventually, Adrien answered her.Â
âHello?âÂ
âAdrien, itâs Alya. have you talked to Marinette recently? Sheâs acting pretty weird.âÂ
A pause.Â
âDid something happen?âÂ
From the hesitance in his tone, Alya assumed he had talked to Marinette recently, and it didnât sound like it went any better.Â
âI mean, not really? I just- I tried to talk to her about Felix, but she got upset, and then said something about the class turning on her? I tried to talk to her more, but her friends got all defensive and in front of her so I couldnât.âÂ
âHer friendsâ. Alya didnât like how that sounded out loud. They were supposed to be Marinetteâs friends. Since when did she start hanging out with Kagami and Aurore and Wayhem, anyway? Luka, she supposed, was fine, except that he got a little protective of Mari as well.Â
â... Okay. Iâll try to talk to her.â Adrien gave in, pulling her from her thoughts.Â
âOh, thank goodness. Tell me how it goes when you do.â Alya sighed in relief.Â
They said their goodbyes and hung up.Â
âIs something wrong, Alya?â Lila suddenly asked from behind her, batting her eyes.Â
Alya jumped.Â
âOh, hi. I didnât see you there.â She greeted absently. âNo- nothing really.. Marinetteâs just acting really weird.âÂ
âMarinette?â Lila tilted her head to the side, knitting her eyebrows.
âYeah, she got all defensive when I tried to warn her about Felix.â Alya continued, putting her phone in her pocket.Â
âWhatâs wrong with Felix?â The brunette said innocently.Â
Alya raised her eyebrows at the comment.Â
âWhat isnât wrong with Felix? Heâs a jerk! You said so yourself he threatened you when you were just trying to help him find his way to the library earlier!âÂ
Lila hummed, nodding along thoughtfully. âWell, he only just got here. Maybe heâs just nervous, and isnât good with people?âÂ
Alya blinked. âMan, Lila, how can you be so innocent?â
Lila simply shrugged, offering a friendly smile.
Alya sighed, though she returned the smile. âI donât know why Mari has such a problem with you. Youâve got a heart of gold.âÂ
It took genuine effort for Lila not to laugh.Â
~~~~~~
Upon entry, the group received a warm welcome and some treats on the house from Marinetteâs parents. It had been awhile since sheâd had some friends over so they were absolutely delighted at the company.
âMarinette, these pastries are delicious.â Luka sighed contentedly, biting into the flaky dessert.Â
âI know right! Why do you think I come here so often?â Wayhem chirped, his voice muffled from his mouth being full of food.Â
âWayhem, why donât you chew, then talk?â Kagami suggested with a small smile, before taking a bite of her quiche.Â
The boy eagerly nodded, munching away on his baked goods.Â
Marinette and Aurore giggled at the exchange, thoroughly enjoying their own treats as well.Â
âFelix, why arenât you eating?â Aurore then inquired, turning to the other new member of the group.Â
His nose was in his book. his pastry? untouched.Â
âI donât like sweets.â He said nonchalantly, turning the page in his book.
Everyone stopped eating when they heard his reply, Wayhem dropping his pastry in shock.Â
Felix glanced up at the unusual silence, meeting their gaze.Â
âHow can you not like sweets??â Luka asked incredulously.Â
âEasily.â Felix remarked, going back to his book.Â
âCan I.. can I have youâre pastry then?â Wayhem finally spoke up, already somewhat reaching for it.Â
 Felix shrugged. âBe my guest.âÂ
Wayhem grinned with glee as he swiped the treat, chomping down on it instantly.Â
~~~~~~~~
Eventually, the conversation fell back into its usual, comfortable state, and soon the group was headed up to Marinetteâs room.Â
âOh~ I love your room!â Aurore complimented, immediately bouncing around to look at her things.Â
âItâs so.. Pink..â Kagami commented, looking around the attic room.
âAnd bright.â Felix added, squinting his eyes slightly from all the sunlight pouring in.Â
âI think it looks great.â Luka grinned, looking around as well.Â
Marinette smiled to herself at all of the little opinions of her room. She understood where some people didnât like it, but she thought it was perfect.
âYou guys wanna play some games?â She proposed, holding up a controller.Â
âOh yeah! Iâve been practicing!â Wayhem jumped for the other controller, intending to be first.Â
âSound fun!âÂ
âIâm in.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
âIâll watch.âÂ
Everyone gathered around the TV, except for Felix. He decided to settle in on the chase and continue reading. With that, the match began.
~~~~~~
Chat noir leaped from building to building, feeling the rush of wind through his hair.Â
He had gotten a call from Alya earlier in the afternoon asking him to check on Marinette. Unfortunately, he had noticed her odd behavior as well, because she wasnât really talking to him either.Â
After running out of the classroom when Lila accused her of breaking her phone, Marinette came back differently. She was dazed for the rest of the day. Distracted. Adrien had noticed, he just didnât mention it.Â
Ever since then sheâs been more closed off than before. It made Adrien nervous, and admittedly a bit frustrated.Â
Originally, she was reasonable and accepted his talks when things started to get out of hand. She listened, and quieted down like they agreed to, and things went back to normal. Lila was sedated and the class calmed down as well. Everything was fine and peaceful like it was supposed to be.Â
Now, however, she seemed to be refusing. It didnât help that Felix was egging her on.Â
When did they start talking anyway? He hadnât seen Felix since they were kids. Since when was he around enough to become friends with Marinette?
Adrien couldnât help, but feel a tinge of jealousy. They were supposed to be in this together, yet she seemed to be turning against everyone lately. Or at least, everyone in their class, except for Felix.Â
He had to admit, it irked him that she was leaning on his cousin for help when he was right there.Â
Chat quietly landed on Marinetteâs balcony, her family bakeryâs light illuminating the night sky. He was about to knock on the trapdoor like usual, but a series of laughter stopped him.Â
Is someone over? Chat pondered, slipping off the balcony and onto the roof.Â
Carefully, he balanced himself on the tiles and peered into Marinetteâs small, circular window.Â
He wasnât sure if what he saw was relieving or aggravating.Â
Inside, Marinette and the group he assumed Alya was talking about earlier were practically rolling on the floor laughing.Â
âI swear thatâs exactly what the producer said!â Aurore laughed, causing the others to laugh a little harder.Â
Marinette wrapped her arms around her stomach.Â
âIt- it hurts!â She snorted, tears coming to her eyes from laughing so hard.Â
Chat Noirâs tail swished from side to side. She looked completely normal from where he was standing. In fact, she looked better than normal, and much happier than when she was in class that morning.Â
âWeâre never going to get our homework done at this rate.âÂ
Chatâs ear twitched as someone interrupted the laughter. His ears then went flat against his head when he turned to see Felix, sitting on the chaise with a text book in hand.Â
The rest of the group quieted down, though their grins remained.Â
âWe didnât have that much homework today. Weâll get it done.â Luka assured, picking up his pencil.Â
âNot if you keep stopping to tell stories.â Felix countered, making Chat nearly growl. Why did he have to be so stiff? They were just having fun.Â
To his surprise, the others didnât get mad. They didnât even show a hint of malice or annoyance towards the comment.Â
âHeâs right, we should keep working.â Kagami actually agreed.
Marinette and the others nodded along, picking up their pencils and focusing on the work. Of course, they would still chuckle or throw in their two cents every now and then, but other than that..Â
Chat didnât get it. What did they see in Felix? He was cold, stiff, and all around a jerk in general. He was like that when they were kids too. Why did Marinette hang out with him?Â
Felix wasnât the only problem, though. It was all of them. They were good people, sure, but what made Marinette suddenly start talking with them?
Not to mention, sheâs been acting.. off.. towards her other classmates, but here, with Luka and Felix and the others, she was her bright and cheery self.
What happened?
~~~~~~~~
It wasnât until around 9pm. that the new group of friends started to leave. Chat shifted on the roof to get a better look, peering down at the group of teens exiting the building.
âIâll see you guys tomorrow!â Marinette waved goodbye from the doorway.Â
âSee you later, Mari.â
âBye, Marinette!âÂ
âThanks for the macaroons!âÂ
Kagami waved goodbye, while Felix simply nodded in her direction.Â
âDo you know how to get home from here Felix?â Marinette asked, almost forgetting to do so.Â
âI believe so. I need to figure out the layout of Paris for future use anyway.â Felix said thoughtfully, before starting the walk home.
Chat intently watched Felix walk away, up until he passed a corner, out of sight.Â
Just as Marinette started to go inside, he leapt from his hiding place, landing on the sidewalk in front of her. Had the act not been so familiar, she might have screamed.Â
âChat! what are you doing here?â She asked curiously, stepping inside the bakery. Smart decision. It probably wasnât clever to talk out in the open, anyway.
âWhy else, princess?â He purred, closing the door of the bakery as he followed her inside. âTo see you, of course.âÂ
Marinette smirked and rolled her eyes, walking into the bakery kitchen.Â
âIs that so? Youâre lucky my parents already went up to the house for bed.âÂ
âSo early? The nightâs only just begun.â He grinned cheekily, sliding up next her.Â
âThey have to open the shop earlier tomorrow for a big delivery.â Marinette explained, moving away from him to get some flour from the cabinet.Â
âAnd you?âÂ
âI have to make cookies for the class tomorrow.âÂ
Chat Noir tilted his head to the side curiously. He had heard something about that this morning.Â
âHave to?â He joked, not intending her to take it seriously.Â
âYeah. Lila convinced everyone I owed them treats because my parents own a bakery.âÂ
He didnât like the bitter tone in her voice when she said Lilaâs name.Â
âMeow-ch. Sounds like there might be a cat fight coming up.â He subtly prodded. Marinette appeared to be more open with Chat Noir than Adrien right now. Heâd have to use that to his advantage.Â
Marinette scoffed, rolling her eyes.Â
âOh, there probably would be, if it werenât for Adrien.âÂ
Now he knows he doesnât like Marinetteâs tone when she says his name. It wasnât bitter, more of irritated.Â
âOh?â Chat raised an eyebrow.Â
Marinette blew out a sigh, mixing the ingredients with a bit more aggression than necessary.Â
âNo, itâs nothing. He just thinks itâs best that we let Lila lie since itâs ânot hurting anyoneâ.âÂ
His ears flicked back when the last statement was made with obvious sarcasm.Â
âIâm sure thatâs not the only reason.â Chat defended, not thinking it through.Â
Marinette shot him a look, but then it softened.Â
âHe says he doesnât want her to get akumatized, that itâs not hurting anyone so whatâs the big deal?âÂ
Chat didnât get the chance to reply.Â
Marinette placed the bowl back on the counter, turning the oven on.Â
âWell, itâs hurting me..â She whispered, her expression downcast.Â
This cause Chat to pause. He knew that Lilaâs lies had been more directed towards Marinette recently, but he didnât know it affected her this much.
âWhy donât- why donât you talk to Adrien about it?â He asked cautiously.Â
Marinette only shook her head, a sad smile coming to her lips.Â
âHe wouldnât understand.âÂ
âBut he would!â Chat wanted to say. He knew he would! Because he was Adrien! He just needed to convince her.Â
âMari-âÂ
âItâs okay, Chat. Iâm fine, really.âÂ
âYou are?â He found himself asking.Â
Marinetteâs smile brightened. âYeah. Iâm starting to find some new friends anyway.â She informed, unaware of the bomb she had just dropped on him.Â
Finding new friends? Chat thought to himself, his ears drooping as ice seemed seep into his very veins.Â
Was Marinette.. Was she replacing them?Â
âW-well, Iâm sure that they donât actually mean to hurt you. Donât you- shouldnât you try to talk to them? At least once?â He stuttered, hoping she would see reason.Â
Marinette offered him a soft smile, patting him on the head.Â
âItâs really is alright, kitty. They didnât believe me then, and they wonât believe me now.â
The comment was heartbreaking. If she was talking about telling them of Lilaâs lies, then he supposed she was right. The others most likely wouldnât believe her... but he did! And he had told her so!Â
Unfortunately, he couldnât see himself continuing the conversation without accidentally revealing his identity. So he watched her bake cookies, and started planning how he would talk to her tomorrow without outing his alternate identity.
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