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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Road to Healing

Gif is not mine.

Summary: The one where you and Wanda travel around the country while grieving together. / Inspired by road trip-themed movies.

Read Complete work on AO3 too.

Warnings> Explicit language (cursing) , mentions of death, grieve and panic attacks. Mainly fluff and sad.

Words: 4.299K (Oneshot)

When Thanos won, you didn't have time to grieve. Immediately on the battlefield, you were responsible for helping to heal the wounded. And you were exhausted when it was over.

And then S.H.I.E.L.D. was triggered, and you knew they would take Vision if they found him. You thought Wanda wouldn't want that. And you ignored the intense pain you felt at the thought of her, and repeated to yourself that you wouldn't want that either. So you used Tony's technology to bring Vision's body back to the Avengers compound. And then you told them that Thanos had destroyed him along with the jewel, and that's what they wrote in their reports.

When you finally returned home, you only slept after you had organized a memorial for him. You didn't ask your colleagues to participate. The remaining avengers just seemed empty. So you left them alone.

Your hands trembled when you touched the knob of Wanda's room. You were looking for a picture of Vis. You found it eventually. When you left the room, your shirt was wet with your tears.

You thought Vision would like a view of the sea. So you left his body in a black wooden coffin, and buried it on the edge of the hill a few meters from the exit of the complex. You figured that Vision wasn't religious, so you just used the 3D printer to create a little iron plate, and stuck it against the ground.

You could not sleep that night. And the next. When you finally did, your panic attacks started. But the emergency calls started coming in, and you knew you had no time for grief. The world needed you now.

You learned to deal with the panic, but the nightmares continued. So you accepted more assignments, until you were too exhausted to dream. And then you got used to it.

And like the snap of a finger, five years passed.

When you defeated Thanos, you fell to your knees. You couldn't find Natasha. And then you couldn't breathe. You realize what was happening, you knew they were back. But you can't go through this again. Because the world needs you again. And then you calm down, and you stand up. And then you are walking.

Steve doesn't come back. You think you hear Bucky crying in his room. But you don't say anything, because he doesn't like to talk about it.

You take Wanda to the tomb of Vision two days before Tony's funeral. She sobs against you as you hug her, your own tears preventing you from seeing your surroundings clearly. You haven't left her side since.

After Tony's funeral is over, you destroy the items in your room with a bat. When you fall to the ground, Wanda sits beside you quietly, and holds your hand. She doesn't mind you shouting Nat's name along with your sobs.

- I can't stay here anymore. - You tell her the next night, while you are in your room. - I can't breathe in this place. - You confess with tears on your face. - I feel like I'm going to die.

Wanda intertwines your hands.

- Let's leave then.

You let out a long sigh, trying to control your tears. And then you nod.

Your mood improves considerably once you are out of the compound. You don't think about Nat, or Tony, or Steve, because if you do, your hands start to shake. But you think about healing. You think about being there for your best friend.��

And then you decide to live. And you hold both of Wanda's hands when you tell her that you are going to travel. Travel to all the places she hasn't visited in the United States.

You want to remember that there are still things to live for. You want Nat to be proud of you.

When Wanda nods in agreement, you smile, and hug her. And then you get a truck, and you let Wanda hold the map.

It is hot and humid, and you drum your fingers against the steering wheel, humming softly the pop song playing on the radio.

Wanda fell asleep against the passenger seat some time ago, and it has been a few hours since you left the small motel where you were staying after leaving the Avengers compound.

You are hungry, so you stop the car at the first dinner you find. The loss of movement of the vehicle awakens Wanda.

- Hey sleepyhead. - You joke as you take out your key, and look for your wallet in the glove compartment. - Let's go get something to eat.

You walk to the diner, which is practically empty. Wanda doesn't seem to be fully awake yet, but smiles at you when she catches you looking. You sit down on opposite sides of the table.

- I'll have the eggs and bacon, and pancakes, please. - You tell the waitress, and Wanda gives you a curious look. She orders cereal and chocolate waffles.

- Why are we having breakfast for dinner? - she asks with a smile.

You shrug, laughing lightly.

- It's always time for pancakes.

Wanda looks at you for a moment, and you look back. And then you are having a blinking contest. The waitress gives you a judgmental look when she interrupts the game, but you and Wanda smile and thank her for the food.

You finish eating first, and are distracted by one of the crossword puzzle magazines that the restaurant leaves under the tables.

- Hey, Wands, help me with this one. - You say slightly distracted as you run your pencil across the paper. - "One word. Destined for belonging. Companionship. Devotion" Do you have any idea what it is?

- Soulmates. - Wanda says before chewing another piece of waffle. You let out a contented exclamation when the word fits, and smile at her, who just winks at you, smiling back.

- Does this taste good? - you ask, watching her eat. She nods, pushing her plate toward you. Wanda hands you her own fork to taste the waffles. They are very good, but you don't want to eat any more.

You can't finish your crossword puzzle, and you return the magazine to the table compartment before you leave the restaurant.

And then it is Wanda's turn to drive. You sit in the passenger seat, and turn up the radio as you get back on the road. You wish you could stay awake at night to keep Wanda company, but it only takes four songs for you to fall asleep.

It is morning when you arrive in Virgina. And it is cold enough for you to wrap Wanda in a scarf when she refuses to warm up properly. She just laughs with flushed cheeks when you let her go. You rent a room with two beds, and after you shower, Wanda goes into the bathroom.

You are browsing through the channels when she comes back with a towel wrapped in her hair, she smells good even from a distance.

- Do you want to go out to eat, or do you want to order a pizza? - you ask.

- Pizza. - She replies as she lies down on the bed.

You need to go out and look for a pay phone, because both of your cell phones are off and in the bottom of one of the boxes you are carrying in the truck.

- Shall we watch a movie? - she asks when you come back into the room.

- Comedy or horror? - You counter with a question as you kick off your shoes. Wanda bites her lip thoughtfully.

- Both.

You smile as you hang your coat on the door.

You have been watching "Scary Movie" for twenty minutes when the pizza arrives. Wanda pauses the movie while you stand up and pay the delivery man.

She uses her powers to drag the coffee table into the space between the two beds, and you place the pizza on top of the wood and sit cross-legged on Wanda's bed.

Eventually, you finish the pizza and wipe your hands with napkins. And then Wanda lets the movie sequence continue, and you remain in her bed with the excuse that it was cold. You fall asleep at the end of the second film, but you wake up in the early morning hours with Wanda's hand against your waist. You don't think you should get used to the feeling, so you get up and go back to your bed.

Wanda cries when you arrive in Virginia Beach. You know it is the view of the sea, which reminded her of the tomb of Vision. You stand silently beside her as you entwine your hands. Wanda doesn't let go until you get back to the car.

It's cold, and you shouldn't have ice cream. But you do it anyway. You and Wanda stop at a drive-thru, and have your milkshakes while you drive toward Tennessee.

You let her have the rest of your ice cream even though she's had many tastes already.

On one of the roads, you stop the car on the roadside. You try to normalize your breathing.

- I'm here. - She says next to you in a gentle voice, as she lets you squeeze her hand over your lap. - You are safe.

You exchange directions for a while.

- So you have never been to Disney? - You ask between one lighthouse and another, somewhere in North Carolina.

Wanda denies it with a smile and a nod. She has only one hand on the wheel, and her hair is shining in the sun. You scold yourself for looking.

- Since we can't afford Disney, we should pick something cheap to do - You tell her while looking at one of the tour guides you found at the motel.

- I don't mind just driving around. - she says. You bite the smile from your lips.

- Yeah, me neither.

It takes two weeks for you to talk about Natasha. You have changed routes many times now, and then you sit in the back of the truck, and look at the stars. And Wanda asks you about your nightmares. You say that you dream that Nat is falling, and that you can never reach her. You fall asleep together in the back of the car, many blankets wrapped around you.

When you wake up holding each other, neither of you really minds.

You are near Chicago when you drag Wanda to an arcade in the late afternoon.

You and Wanda try out all the toys that are allowed for you. It's fun, and loud. And you laugh so hard your cheeks hurt.

And then you eat hamburger and fries with soda sitting in a parking lot. You push Wanda's shoulder lightly with yours when she steals one of your fries.

You are in a clothing bazaar when you see Wanda's breasts for the first time. In between trying on various strange outfits for fun, the fifth or sixth time you return to the changing room, Wanda pulls you into the cabin with her. And she smiles so much that you hardly notice them.

When you get back to the motel, you bathe first. You touch yourself in the shower without really thinking about anything, but when you cum, the image of her breasts are in your mind.

In Michigan you bet on a race. And Wanda absolutely beats you. She has flushed cheeks and a sweaty face when you catch up with her. You think it's unfair that she looks so beautiful.

You watch the sunset, and Wanda thinks she has seen an owl.

Your body begins to betray you when Wanda hugs you and you tremble. You decide that it is because you have been a long time without touching another person intimately and being touched in the same way.

You joke with Wanda that you need to find a one-night stand, and she doesn't smile when she agrees with you.

As you drive towards Kansas, a waitress flirts with you. Wanda gets back in the car saying that she is tired, and you don't understand why kissing the waitress against a wall while she has one hand down your pants doesn't satisfy you.

You talk about death in Springfield. You are sharing popcorn while wrapped in a blanket sitting on the grass a few feet from the truck.

- You can't die. - She declares suddenly and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

- Wanda...?

- I won't... I won't survive.

You turned around quickly, and held up both your hands.

- I wouldn't like that. - You tell her. You know it's what she doesn't want to hear, but you need her to understand that. - I would never want your life to depend on mine.

Wanda sobs, lowering her head.

- I wish you would move on. - You nod to reaffirm her statement, your own face wet with tears. - I know... people expect me to say that I wish you would miss me, or not replace me. But I don't feel that way. - You confess. - I never want to be the reason for your unhappiness. If I die, and well, at some point I will, I want you to go on living. And enjoying it.

Wanda shakes her head, and jumps on your neck. She cries against your collarbone, but it's okay. You think she understood what you told her.

When she calms down, you are silent for several moments.

- What will you do if I die? - she asks, looking at you. You keep your gaze on the stars as you shrug;

- I would die too.

Wanda bites back a smile on her lips, and hugs you.

Bucky calls. You talk for five minutes. And then you text him that when he is ready you will be there to listen to him. You send a picture of you and Wanda, and when he calls again, you talk for five hours.

It takes four weeks since you left the compound to realize that you are in love with Wanda.

You are in a motel somewhere in Nebraska, and she is combing her hair in front of the television, a sitcom playing. And then she laughs, and you realize.

The realization doesn't surprise you though. You take a deep breath, and tell her you're going to get some air before you leave.

You lean back on the balcony, trying to push the guilt away. You can hardly believe it happened so fast and so intensely.

You decide that everything is too recent, and that it would be disrespectful to Wanda's grief, so you guard yourself.

You fight for the first time in Colorado. You are being stubborn and rude, and Wanda is being distant and judgmental. And then you are arguing about the next destination. And then you stop the car on the roadside, and Wanda says she's not going anywhere with you. And you are silent for forty minutes before you two start to cry.

You put your face against the steering wheel, and Wanda lifts her legs onto the seat and buries her face in her own arms.

It takes a long moment for you to calm down. And then you wipe away your tears and Wanda looks away into the window, and you drive away again.

You are staying in Utah for a few days. It is the first time you ask for separate rooms. You want to cry again, but you just take the key.

And then you can't sleep after four hours as you stare at the ceiling.

You get up, and go out onto the veranda. And your feet guide you to the next door. But before you can knock, Wanda opens it, and jumps into you, hugging you tight. Your body instantly relaxes, and you cry as you both apologize, and promise never to fight again.

You get drunk in Las Vegas. Really drunk. You don't remember ever laughing as hard as you did that night. You think Wanda used her powers to win the games, but you can't prove it. And then you're back in the truck, stumbling and laughing, and she has a look on her face that makes your stomach turn with nervousness.

But you swallow your nervousness with a smile, and accept the bottle of vodka she offers you. And then you are in a karaoke bar, singing at the top of your lungs for two hours into the early morning hours. When the owner kicks you out, Wanda holds your hand as you both run around town.

Back at the motel, you are laughing about something you can't remember, and then you fall into bed together, and instantly fall asleep.

When you wake up, you don't care about your headache.

You get the same tattoo in Las Vegas. Wanda holds and squeezes your hand while you are doing it, and you do the same to her. The tattoo artist thought you were married, and neither of you corrects him.

And then you take her to all the tourist spots, and you have ice cream and hot dogs. And Wanda's hand is warm against yours all the way.

On your last day in LA, you visit a nightclub. It is noisy, and lively, and has lots of alcohol. You find it hard to breathe when you see Wanda in a party dress, but she smiles and you follow her.

And then you dance and dance and dance, and you think about nothing. And then you're drunk again, and the girl at the bar is flirting with you. And Wanda's no longer smiling when she gets back on the dance floor.

You think the girl at the bar has asked for your number, but you're looking at Wanda dancing. And she moves her body with sensuality, and then there is a man behind her. Wanda kisses him while looking at you through the lights.

You take a shot of whiskey before leaving in a rage.

And when Wanda wakes up in the morning, she says she doesn't remember anything.

You think that you can no longer hide what you feel when you are on the road, heading for Oregon. But you just keep mumbling the song that plays on the radio.

Wanda bites her lip and has a lost look on her face, but when you ask her what's wrong, she looks away quickly as she says she was just distracted.

You are entertained by the music again.

You get used to your feelings in Portland. The routine helps you keep them quiet and buried deep in your chest.

You and Wanda begin to spend more time in inns, and camping, than on the road, but you still travel around the country.

And then Wanda talks about Vision for the first time. How important he had been, how much she missed him. You listen, and she asks about Nat. And you say that it is exactly the same way.

Neither of you cries anymore at the mention of their names.

It doesn't take long before the world needs you again. Sam calls. Stephen calls. You and Wanda throw your cell phones off a cliff, while toasting a lemonade.

- We are terrible superheroes, aren't we? - you ask looking at the horizon.

- The worst. - She replies before pouring her drink into her mouth.

You get your numbers back the same day by going to an electronics store.

And then you have to go back to New York.

Four hours down the road, and you both stop for a bite to eat in Cleveland, at a diner very similar to the one at your first stop.

Wanda walks ahead of you, hugging her own sweatshirt as she feels the late afternoon chill. You resist the urge to hug her.

- I'll have the waffles with chocolate and cereal. - You ask the waitress. Wanda stares at the menu for a few more seconds, biting her lower lip before speaking.

- I'll have the eggs and bacon with pancakes. - She asks right away.

You are silent for a moment, exchanging glances and quick smiles. And then the waitress returns with your plates.

- Are you ready to save the world again, Wandy? - you ask with a light irony in your voice before tasting your ceral.

Wanda smiles.

- Of course, of course. - She answers with humor. But her expression slowly falls, as if she is remembering something. You look at her with curiosity and concern.

- Are you all right?

- I just... - She begins. And then she straightens her posture, and diverts her eyes from yours. - What happens next? - You frown uncomprehendingly. Wanda looks unsure. - After we finish the job. This ends too?

You swallow dryly, feeling embarrassed and nervous. But you do your best to avoid showing it.

- Do you want it to end? - You ask.

- No. - She confesses as she looks into your eyes.- I'd like us to continue together.

- I'm not going anywhere, Wanda. - You assure her with a smile. And then you bite the inside of your cheek, feeling anxious. - Don't you... don't you wish you had a fixed place to stay?

Wanda blinks in confusion, looking surprised at your question.

- I just... I love the road and all. Mostly because you're with me. - You say, and don't notice her blush at the last sentence. - But I'd like to have a house. Especially now that we're going back to work. I wouldn't mind living in New York.

- Are you inviting me to move in with you? - Wanda asks with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment, and you feel your face heat up.

- Yes, I ... I'd like that. - You say, and seeing Wanda's surprised expression, you hasten to add. - But I understand if you just want the road! That's fine, I'll stand by you too!

Wanda reaches your hand quickly over the table, and she has a huge smile on her lips.

- I would love to live with you.

- Oh. - You sigh ruefully, feeling as if a weight has been lifted from your back. - Cool.

- Cool. - Wanda repeats with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye.

And then you go back to eating in silence.

You are in the passenger seat while Wanda hums a song along to the noise of the radio. It is dark and she is waiting for the first motel she can find to park. And you look at her, looking so good, and comfortable, and happy. And your brain is screaming how much you love her in an endless loop, while your heart threatens to explode in your chest.

So you think you'd better face the landscape because you're getting out of breath. But then Wanda is parking the car on the roadside, and you think maybe she's going to pee, but then she doesn't come out. You turn and find her gripping the steering wheel with both hands as she looks ahead.

- Hey, what happened? - you ask worriedly. Wanda closes her eyes.

- I read your mind.

The confession shocks you immediately.

- W-what? - You retort with a trembling voice.

Wanda opens her eyes, and lets go of the steering wheel. And she has a tender expression to calm you down.

- Hey, it's okay, I...

- No.

You mumble breathlessly, holding back tears, as you quickly unbuckle your seat belt and get out of the car.

You think you finally blew it. Wanda knew, and this was the end.

Leaning against the car, you hugged your arms as you tried to calm your breathing with your eyes closed. You were startled when Wanda touched your shoulders, not even having heard her get out of the car.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. - You cried when she hugged you. Your body was shaking. - I tried to avoid it. I'm sorry.

- Stop saying that. - She asked softly, letting her hands caress your back to calm you down. - You didn't do anything wrong. - She tries to say it, but you hold her tight, afraid she'll be gone at any moment. - Hey, look at me.

Wanda asks a few more times before you let go, trying to control your tears. Only when you look at her do you realize that she too has a crying face.

- I don't want to lose you. - You whimper. - I'll control myself, I can send them away. And everything will go back to the way it was before.

Wanda denies it with her head, raising her hands to your face. You think she's going to say you both can't do this anymore, and your stomach flips.

- I love you. - She confesses, looking up at you. - I love you. - She repeats as she wipes your tears with her fingers. You're too shocked to react. - I love you so much.

And then Wanda kisses you. And you stumble with fright, but the car behind you won't let you move away from her body. And then your eyes close, and you surrender. A long sigh escapes your lips as you feel Wanda's tongue on yours.

And you kiss until you are breathless. And then your body is warm, trembling, and Wanda kisses you again, and again, as she presses you against the car.

And then you don't want to be dressed anymore, as Wanda lets her hands run all over you.

You don't separate your mouths as you fall into the back seat, Wanda on top moaning into your mouth.

The glass of the car is fogged as your hand slips on the window, trembling at Wanda's intimate touch, and delighting in the sounds she makes when you kiss her in all the right places.

You are happy. Fucking delighted. And you didn't want to keep driving, not unless it was to a house that was going to be yours and Wanda's. But Stephen and Sam were calling, saying that you were taking too long. Then you drove back to New York, and this time, Wanda's hand was entwined in yours.

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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I know his birthday is close, but

Cock sucking manipulative senpai Vil

It seems like it's a trend amongst the third year birthday crumbs why stop a nice pattern

Yume’s a kinkii motherfucker, ya’ll know that, right? Darlings? (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Splendid, HOPE YA’LL LIKE SOME DICC MILK ON YOUR CRUMBS HAHA.

“Oh, my...Are you already done?” The hairs on your body stood on its end as soon as you heard Vil’s cold voice. You back straightened up out of instinct as you slowly dragged your mouth off your senior’s still hardened, seemingly unsatisfied dick. Aesthetically pleasing to look at and well-taken care of, exactly what you expect from Vil himself, but was extremely difficult to please. You started wondering if you’re really cut out for this job, or why you’re even here in the first place. “That’s quite the boring performance you gave me there, Darling.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, grimacing at the lingering taste of his precum on your tongue. You didn’t know how many times Vil had told you to suck him off over and over again, but just by the milky white substance dripping down your jaw and probably some in your hair as well since they feel so damped, you guessed it’s been quite a while. “...I-I just can’t, anymore...” His harsh criticism struck a nerve in your feeble little heart, mocking you for doing a terrible job on something that you weren’t really an expert on doing.

Embarrassment filled your core as you began wanting more than to stood up from where you were placed and walk away, but you can’t. Not when your hands are bounded tightly behind your back like this, your shaking knees can’t even carry you more than five meters away. They were but an incredibly soft strings of fabric, yet shows no signs of loosening up no matter how much you struggle against it. Obviously, it was something that Vil purposely chose himself, since the traditional ropes would’ve caused unwanted abrasions on your skin.

Despite knowing that however, you instinctively tugged on your restraints as some sort of defense mechanism against Vil’s condescending glare. “...I-I did what you asked, r-right...? Multiple times, actually…Surely, you must be satisfied no-“

“You must be so full of yourself to think something as pathetic as that can ever satisfy me.” You flinched as Vil raised his voice as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and leaned closer to your face, enough to see your frightened expression. “Do tell me, what part of that was satisfying, huh?”

“You’re too dependent on your hands, so I binded them away. I was hoping that by doing that, you’d make the effort to do better with just your mouth, but all you gave me was disappointment, Dear.” He spoke without hesitation, drilling onto your head your flaws and imperfections. “Why do you shy away from using your tongue, I wonder? You should have the natural talent, and yet you barely used it at all. Don’t you see how wasteful you’re being right now?”

He gave out an exasperated sigh, having the audacity to act like he’s the one having the hardest time and not you. “Don’t think I didn’t see how you never swallow either.” He scowled. “You try to distract me by holding my seed inside your mouth like a chipmunk, but in the end, you spit them right back out. How rude.”

“T-That’s...” You tried to defend yourself, but stopped when he let go of your hair, patting them a bit to flatten some strands that’s been sticking out.

“Enough, it’s fine. I don’t need your excuses.” He said as his hand reached for something on a nearby desk, giving you a mesmerizing view on how long they really are. However, upon glancing down at you and seeing your pitiful expression, eyebrows scrunched up together and in the verge of tears, his eyes did soften up a bit. “...But I understand, you’re still my adorable little potato right now so, I don’t expect you to reach a professional level any time soon.”

You heard him giggle, which caught your attention and looked up at him, only to see an amused smirk formed in his lips. “So, I’ll just have to train you more until then.” He said, licking his lips seductively as you widened your eyes once you saw that particular item in his hand. “Be grateful, Honey.”

Once he saw you starting to recoil back nervously despite your restrictions, Vil grabbed you by the back of the head. “...You’ll do that for me, right? After all, it is my special day.” He cunningly whispered out as he revealed his special item close to you; a mouth-opening device. You let out incomprehensible, protesting noises as he forcibly clanked them onto your mouth, attaching them from the back of your head until it gave a satisfying click as a lock. Your jaw tightened, not used to having your gums pried open this far wide.

Content with being on his two legs alone, Vil chuckled down at you, who looked back at him fearfully. You tried to talk to him, to try and beg your way out of this, only to end up releasing panicked meekly sounds as drool began to drip down your jaw. “How adorable, keep making sounds like that and I might end up confusing you for a livestock that’s about to be slaughtered.” He mocked as he grabbed both the sides of your head as soon as you started shaking your head in defiance. “...You’re completely at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Open your teeth for me.” His dominating voice demanded, making your body weaker than it already is. His sharp glare didn’t leave your teeth clattering against each other for too long, you soon opened a trembling entrance for his excited dick to pass through. He chuckled at your obedience, despite the hesitance and sense of unwillingness expressed through your actions. “...That’s a good girl.”

You let out one last squeal as he wasted no time in practically shoving his whole shaft inside your awaiting mouth hole. Closing your eyes shut, you desperately tried to ignore your activating gag reflex as you felt him rub against the roof of your mouth. He was long and thick enough to have you chocking as he hit the back of your throat. You already had many instances where Vil ‘trains’ you to take him more confidently like this, but you just don’t believe that this was something that you can get used to in a short-time period. But you were sure he’d be disappointed again if you don’t try your best though and you didn’t want to start over again.

Vil sighed slightly as you nervously began to use your tongue to increase his pleasure in-take, hoping that coating him with your own saliva could make his thrusts a little less rough. Thankfully, it seemed like it was the correct decision to make as you practically heard him give out a smirk, his hands staying on your head as he moved his hips back and forth. Gurgled sounds came out of you as he repeatedly knocked on the back of your throat, saliva already slipping out of your strained lips. “...That’s right, you’re doing better now than before, you learn fast too…I like this part of you, it’s endearing.” Vil praised you as a way to encourage you on your efforts even more. “See? I knew you had this in you.”

Giggling, his thrusts began to transitioned in a more fast-paced, harsh kind of way all the while grabbing a fistful of your hair as a lever. Your teeth grazed against the base of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure in Vil’s system that could drive any man crazy. Luckily, his self-control isn’t all that weak-willed, though that’s not to say that he didn’t want it. He could at least say that it was addicting, some kind of pleasure button that he wanted to abuse constantly and bring himself to cum just by your salivating mouth alone. But he had stamina and he could go on forever if he so desired, forever locked onto the warmth of your mouth without necessarily cumming.

However, despite all of that, Vil knew better not to take too much advantage of his new-found enjoyment that it is your mouth hole. It’s not fun to play with a broken toy after all, you’re a pretty little thing too so that would be too wasteful. “I think it’s about time, Love.” Vil whispered, but you only ended up squealing in surprise with your eyes going as wide as saucers as he buried himself inside you in suffocating manner. “Make sure to take it all in, okay?”

Inhaling through your nose, you gasped out a choke as you felt his hot, thick semen exploding from inside your mouth. It filled up space really quick, since there wasn’t really any to begin with and slipped down your jaw. Most importantly, you felt the stream-like substance flowing down your throat and into to your esophagus, filling your stomach up without even trying. You whimpered once you realized that his ejaculation period had finally stopped after a while, but he kept a strong hold against the back of your head. “No, I’m not gonna pull out yet.” Vil strictly said, staring down at your teary, begging eyes. “I did say to take it all in, right? As long as there’s still cum that you have yet to swallow, I’m not pulling out.”

His eyes were testing you, mocking you to do better for yourself but you knew deep down that no matter what you do, he’ll still get the upper hand regardless. Still, you couldn’t just hang around bounded in the floor like this with his twitching dick in your mouth, your jaw is killing you. So, with a heavy heart, you tried to swallow what was left inside your mouth, even going as far as licking the head of his dick to rid it off some remaining semen. You felt disgusting, like you’ve really downgraded yourself into a sex slave, a pig, only for Vil’s personal use. You’re not quite sure on how to get out of this predicament afterwards, or even if it’s possible to do so.

As if he already knew that his dick was licked clean and cum completely swallowed by you, he slowly pulled out, dragging your saliva in a messy fashion. A thin bridge of it was connected to the head, a clear evidence that you even tried licking him off and it really stirred the embarrassment in the bottom of your stomach. You whimpered as he even had the audacity to place his wet dick on your cheek, dragging some disgusting fluids across your skin by practically slapping you with it. Soon, you heard Vil chuckle and flinched as it turned into a full-blown laughter, like a wicked queen when her everything goes according to her plan. He placed a hand on your head, patting you like a pet for a job well-done.

“Haa...That was amazing, Honey. You certainly made my day, thank you.” He said with a smile, surprisingly not a mocking one or a smirk for that matter but a genuine grateful smile. It made your stomach churn to see he could still smile like that despite what he just made you do. “Now, it’s just common sense to give you a well-deserved reward now, right? You’ve done such a good job after all~!”

He then pulled away from you, giving you a sense of relief that everything was over, that you don’t have to do any more humiliating things but...It was odd, if his so-called ‘training’ is already over, why was he not releasing you out of your binds? Your jaw is cramping from your mouth being spread open like this that it was really starting to hurt real bad. Somehow, you didn’t like where this ‘reward’ was gonna go.

Vil came back with a generous slice of his own birthday cake, carefully cut with its beautiful edible decorations still in-tact. There weren’t a single crumb on the plate, suggesting how clean the slice really was. He was smiling and you thought you saw his cheeks pinker than usual, but that could just be his make up like always. It’s kinda out of place and bizarre to see him getting flustered now of all times anyway. With a fork, he cut a piece of cake and slowly brought it close to you.

“Say ‘aah’, Darling.” You were confused at first, not trusting his all of a sudden act of kindness. He still has the mouth-opener clasped onto your gums; how does he expect you to eat that? However, just when you thought to give up trying to make sense of the situation and actually lean closer to let the delicious piece of cake enter your open mouth, Vil stopped. “Oh—“

You flinched as his eyes focused on your jaw and you panicked, wondering what it is. He then smiled eventually, but one that is clearly laced with mischief. “...You missed a spot.” He said, as his long finger traced over a line from your jaw to the one side of your lips. Lifting up his finger in front of you showed a small, yet thick bits of cum that escaped you earlier. “You shouldn’t waste such nourishment, Darling~”

Then, to your utmost shock and disgust, he scraped off the semen on the piece of cake that he was about to feed you. It joined along the other ingredients of the food in a scarily well manner, as if that tinge of white had already been one of the decorations from the start. You were left speechless, but Vil only smirked at your reaction, seemingly finding extreme enjoyment in your cute shocked face. “Alright...” You flinched, physically retracting away but can’t really go any far than you already are now as he brought the fork closer to your open mouth. “I’ll say it again.”

“Say ‘Aah’~”

Is it obvious? IS IT OBVIOUS that Euphoria is affecting the way I’m writing right now? Because YES, it is affecting me so bad OMG— I need to get it out of my system because I can just TELL that this will affect me in the future too lol

Vil reminded me of Nemu and I’m— *sob* I thought I was sinful, but Euphoria is traumatizing—

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere #Birthday Crumbs (Vil)

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Plump plum juices leak from your violet stained lips. You watch the storm rage through the balcony windows. Flashes of lightning, streaks of raindrops and the wall-rattling thunder only stares back at you. The noise of the world around you would be just the perfect cover for all the sounds he draws out of you. Teeth sinking into the fruit’s flesh, you take another bite and fix your stockings. Topless, you lean back in your plush seat and cross your legs.

You know he’s not coming. It’s been a week since his last visit, a week of staying up late only to fall asleep and wake up to a new toy. You glance at your bed. The collection of gifts under it do not compensate for his absence. You don’t want the ruby dildos or golden anal plugs. You can live without the silver tit-clamps and sapphire pearled whips. It’s him you won’t do without.

But tonight would be a perfect night of fun. You swallow your bite before taking another one as your mind circles every dirty thought you’ve been wanting to entertain for the last seven days. Staring out the rain stained windows, the one that appeals to you the most for tonight would be on that balcony, where it started all those months ago. The thought of being drenched in rainwater while he bends you over the railing makes you squeeze your crossed legs together. And the fluttering flap of his wings as they shake out the storm prickles your skin with goosebumps. Wet hands tangled in your wet hair. Loud moans blended in the loud thunder.

An urgent knock raps on your door. You sit up, letting out a shaky breath from the remnants of that fantasy. As you set your plum down by some grapes on the side table, you shoot to your feet to grab your robe.

“Bunny,” Mary, your sister, whispers from the other side.

The little childhood nickname brings a smile to your face. The two of you would play Wonderland in the garden as children and Mary would have you, Bunny, guide her down the right path. Now, she only ever calls you that when she’s nervous and struggling to admit it.

Tying the robe around your waist, you eagerly let her in. “What is it, Mary?” You smile as she rushes past you.

She doesn’t take a moment to properly greet you, darting to your little library instead. “Do you have that book about Mount Olympus?” She asks. Her freshly painted nails scrape over the spines of each book as you part your lips to reply. “Oh! Here it is!”

Returning to your seat, you watch your older sister skim through the pages. “Why the sudden interest in Greek gods?”

“Michael mentioned something about Hera and I just wanted to- I knew it!”

Chewing on another bite, you raise a brow at her. “I’m sure he’d be pleased to hear that tomorrow,” you chuckle around your food.

Mary pauses. Her eyes, previously gleaming with excitement, diminish into indifference. She clears her throat and shuts the book. “Mama says to never correct a man.”

You stuff your mouth with a big bite and avoid your sister’s gaze. There’s lots you have to say about your mother’s philosophy on love, but you know better than to voice those opinions.

Mary continues talking, despite knowing your reservations about your mother. She holds the book to her chest and tentatively sits on your bed. “Mama wants me to talk to you about something.”

Slowly chewing, you glance at her. You already know where this is going. It’s another desperate attempt on your mother’s part to make sure you don’t wear the dress he had gifted you. She knows full well how much it reveals and how well it’s designed. You don’t care for your mother’s opinion though; you haven’t for months. It’s Mary’s opinion on the subject that matters to you.

“But, I told her that I don’t want to lie to you.” She takes a moment to sigh then meets your gaze once more. “You’ll look gorgeous in that dress, Bunny,” she smiles. “And I have the perfect shoes for them too.”

A laugh bubbles out of your throat and you almost choke on your food. Mary laughs at your struggling state. “Oh, can we get ready for your party together?” You ask, perking up in your seat once you properly swallow your food.

Mary’s excited gaze wavers. She glances back at the book before hesitantly nodding. “Yes.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing…”

You give her a pointed look. Flopping down on the bed, Mary groans and stares up at the ceiling. “What do you think of Michael?” You part your lips to reply, but she continues, “I mean I know he’s from a good family, and can take care of me, and he’s so handsome.”

You bite your lip at the last comment. Michael is not exactly your type of heartthrob. But, then again, your senses have been obscured by a god, so now not a single person can look as handsome, as beautiful, as heavenly as your Eros.

“But, he says and does things I’m not exactly…” She trails off. “And I think his previous courtship with Linette ended horribly.”

Her half-sentence rings some warning in your gut. However, by the way she avoids eye contact to stare at your crystal chandelier, you decide not to address it. “What makes you think so?” you ask instead.

“Well, that’s what he told me.”

Resisting the urge to scoff, you simply quirk a brow. Mary may be a couple of years older, but she still hasn’t grown out of her naive tendencies. You’re about to tell her that everything will be okay when you catch a familiar silhouette on your balcony.

He’s here.

Mary shoots up off your bed. You fear for a second that she may have seen him, but then she asks, “So? What do you think?”

Gulping, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. Erasing the fact that he’s finally here from your mind, you try to remain focused on your sister. You want the best for her. You want her to be excited about who she marries and for the life she will spend with that person. And that’s why it takes you a world of restraint not to tell her that if she isn’t a hundred percent sure about marrying Michael, then maybe she shouldn’t.

“Do you love him, Mary?” You ask. “And I don’t mean that ‘nobility’ love. I mean that, ‘makes you cry just thinking about losing him’ love.”

Mary hesitates.Your eyes flicker to the balcony where he continues to stand. Inhaling deeply, you silently ask him to wait just a second longer.

“I think I do,” she smiles.

Your heart shatters at her phrasing. I think. Where is the room for thinking when true love is at your door? You want to tell her that there shouldn’t be any of this ‘thinking’ nonsense. You either do or you don’t, you want to say. But her smile is so pure and eyes light up just enough that you don’t have the heart to take it all away. Besides, maybe she really does love him.

“Then, I think he’s perfect for you.”

Mary grabs the book and jumps to her feet. “Let’s meet in my room at seven,” she smiles, ruffling through your hair on her way to the door. “Have a good night, Bunny.”

“You too,” you smile as she shuts the door with a wink. The gesture is unusual but you suppose she’s just excited about the party tomorrow. You’re not exactly sure why she did it and with a winged god at your door, you can’t find it in you to care for too long.

Darting to the balcony, you pull open the doors to be greeted by empty winds and heavy raindrops. Those wings are gone, balcony vacant of anything but despair. Not even a gift replaces his presence. You hold your tears back and swallow the growing lump in your throat. Your time is not one of his toys, nor is it free. You’ve run out of patience. You’re empty of reason, thriving on broken feelings.

Shakily sighing, you bury the hurt in your voice and whisper, “if you can’t stay, don’t come at all.”

Sparkling diamonds, glasses, and wine circle the ballroom. Sipping on your drink, you take in the gleaming marble floors and the arches of the grand windows. The Barbury Estate is twice the size of yours. You want to believe that your mother’s delight in Mary’s proposal has more to do with her happiness than the fact that her fiancé is riddled with more wealth than he knows what to do with. But, you know that your mother has a special bond with money. It’s the same relationship she has with social standards. Her philosophy is simple; the more, the better. Now, if only your mother felt that way about you.

No, wait. This night is not about you. An evening lost in a grand room of people only appeals to you when the occasion for such torture is your sister’s engagement party. Your chest swells with pride as you watch Mary dance with her fiancé. Michael Barbury is not exactly what you would call ‘prince charming.’ His jokes border on racism and thoughts are somewhat insipid, but he makes Mary happy. That’s all that matters to you. Her relapse in judgement last night does worry you. But you know that she’ll be happy with Michael. With Eros gone, you wonder how soon you’ll find a love like that too.

Mary’s graceful giggles cut you out of your trance. You blink once, twice until your senses fully return to you. Even the smallest thought of him throws you out of your consciousness. Settling your eyes back on your sister, watching as she basks in Michael’s unwavering attention and dotting devotion, you’re greeted with a sense of comfort. The guilt of not speaking your truth disappears and the fear of never finding love dissipates to the back of your mind.

“Miss (Y/N)?” Lee Kyon asks, waving his hand in front of you.

Right, you forgot he was there. Turning to face him once more, you flash Kyon a somewhat kind smile. “Yes, Mr. Lee?”

He furrows his brows. “Is everything alright?”

Perhaps everything would be alright if your mother didn’t constantly feel the need to set you up with the first poor man that accidently looks your way. Yes, you’re well aware of your mother’s behaviour and the fact that Kyon has no real interest in getting to know you. Judging by the way he continues to loop back to the same dull topic about the history of wine, you can tell that he is merely trying to keep the conversation short enough to be polite, but not long enough to be courting you.

It’s not as though you care for his company either. Kyon has half of Michael’s intelligence. Even though you were only half-listening to his rant, you already pick out the few historical inaccuracies in his unprompted explanation. Of course, the worst thing you can do to a man is attack his wits and pride; that’s what your mother tells you anyway. It’s what worried Mary last night too. And you’ve tested that theory enough to know how true it is and how fun it can be. Watching them grapple for the right words, flare their nostrils in frustration and demand you apologize will always be just as humorous as when they try to “teach” you about language or art or, in Kyon’s case, history.

Biting back a sigh, you nod and silently pray for a way out of this boring conversation and into something a bit more exciting.

Clearing his throat, Kyon searches for a way to fill the silence. He then half-heartedly mutters, “You look darling this evening.”

Glancing down at your dress, your face heats up. The tiger lily-peach layers of satin and tulle fall down to your ankles. The pleated skirt mirrors the petals of a flower. Cleavage on display, the long flowy sleeves fall off your shoulders. Finished with a green ribbon around your waist and gleaming pink jewels, this is possibly the best dress he has gifted you.

Your Eros left it, no wait- he’s not yours anymore. A friend left it hanging in your closet one morning after another passionate night in his embrace. It was a beautiful surprise to be woken up to and a manageable struggle to explain how it came into your possession. You can’t help but find it a bit ironic how your mother is desperate to set you up with the first man she sees, but hesitant to dress you up for the occasion. He must have known, must have felt your frustration towards your mistreatment.

It takes everything in you to fight off the smile playing on your lips. You glance back up at Kyon, parting your lips to thank him when he continues, “And how brave of you to wear such a dress.”

You pause. “Brave?”

Kyon smiles and nods.

Is he really telling you what you think he is? Is he really undermining your confidence, undermining the beauty you know you have by commending your ‘bravery?’ No, you mustn’t judge too quickly. Perhaps he’s admiring your choice to go against expectations of covering up with a shawl.

You swallow back your initial assumptions, and decide to give him the benefit of the doubt. “I’m not sure I know what you mean, Mr. Lee?”

“Well,” Kyon starts. He looks off to the side and raises both his brows before looking to you once more. His hazel eyes scan your figure, jaw clenching as he clears his throat. “A dress like this is traditionally worn by a woman that looks more like…” he trails off, eyes wandering as well. “Like Miss (L/N).”

A stinging chorus of hushed laughter strikes your pride. Your gut boils with shame and humiliation as your eyes bounce between the partygoers near you. You hadn’t realized they were eavesdropping. As a desperate attempt to ignore their maliciously amused looks, you follow Kyon’s gaze to Mary. Chewing on your lip, you ignore the urge to roll your eyes. This isn’t the first time someone has compared you to her, and you know very well that it won’t be the last. Even the utter disrespect of referring to you by your first name and your sister by your last name further displays their lack of recognition for you. In their eyes, you will forever remain as Miss (Y/N), the spinster-destined sister of Miss (L/N). And though you are certain that the twinge of pain and anger festering in your chest is for Kyon, you can’t help but be a little annoyed with your sister as well.

But then she laughs, smiling so bright and wide. She looks up at Michael and rests her chin on his bicep, reveling in his attention and embrace. You realize, in her moment of happiness, that you can’t find it in you to hold this grudge against her. Your love for her is greater than your pride. Besides, she plays no part in your insecurities. And, you decide as you turn back to Kyon, neither will this privileged upperclassman.

“How brave,” you sigh with a single shouldered shrug.

“What is, Miss (Y/N)?”

“How brave of you to believe anyone cares for your opinion.”

Kyon chokes on his drink. The partygoers, previously humoured by your embarrassment, relish in your courage to upstage Kyon. Gasping a giggle, you step back to avoid being spit on. He glares at you as he wipes his chin. You don’t hesitate to return that hard, hateful look in his eye. Raising a challenging brow, you dare him to attempt to embarrass you again.

He takes one step towards you, looking as though he’s about to grab at your arm when his stride is redirected. Kyon walks away without another word. You stare after him in confusion as he mutters an apology under his breath.

You’re not sure what caused this sudden change in his angry course, but you’re all too happy to be rid of him to dwell on the thought of his motives much longer. He must’ve known how offensive his words were. True, most people compare you to your sister, but at least they have the decency to do it behind your back. You rather be physically absent from a conversation like that. It makes it easier to ignore and avoid the negativity.

Confidence restored, you feel comfortable in your skin again. The dress is a perfect fit, the struggle to breath nowhere to be found, and sits well on your frame- despite what others think. However, you have very little time to revel in your victory as your mother stalks towards you.

“What have you done?” she hisses over your shoulder. Before you even have a chance to look back at her, she drags you by your arm to the edge of the room. “What did you say this time?”

A heavy sigh pushes past your lips as you clasp your hands before you and reply, “He insulted me.”

Your mother quirks a brow. “And?” She questions as if waiting for a more substantial argument.

“And?” You echo in confusion. “And he insulted me. I don’t see why that’s not enough of a reason to insult him back.”

She shakes her head and inhales deeply. You brace yourself for the disparaging rant you know is coming. Nothing good ever comes from a head shake and heavy sigh. But, instead of her usual ‘stay in your place’ harangue, your mother cuts to the chase this time. “Do you realize that might just be your only chance for happiness?”

Suppressing a dry chuckle, you lower your gaze to the floor. You know your mother is well aware of how her question sounds; you know she doesn’t care. Still, you ask, “Is that really what happiness looks like, mother?”

She falls silent. After a beat, you dare to peek up at her. Those once hard eyes soften as her gaze locks on Mary and Michael, locks on how they gaze upon one another with such adoration. Blinking repeatedly, she turns to you and sighs, “Yes, to some people that,” she pauses to glance at Kyon, “is what happiness looks like.”

A wicked pang of sad, lonely anger twists in your chest then tumbles to the pit of your stomach. Your gaze falls to the ground and heart shatters with that last shred of hope that your mother perhaps did want the best for you. Up until now, you truly believed that in some twisted way, she was just looking out for you, making sure you have someone by your side long after she’s gone. Her words now and that shameless look that matches that shameless confession only point to the painfully obvious fact you have tried so hard to ignore. Your mother’s need to make you look a certain way and throw you at any breathing man has never been for your well-being, but rather the well-being of her reputation.

“Go to Mr. Lee, (Y/N),” she orders. “Offer to freshen his drink, wipe down his shirt, and then apologize. Beg for his forgiveness if you have to; just make this right.”

With a deep breath, you trail your eyes back up and try to collect yourself. Your eyes flicker between the exit and where Kyon stands.Your mother clears her throat, drawing your attention back on her.

“Have I made myself clear?”

“Crystal.”

She returns to her friends, that gleeful smile plastered on her face once more. Your eyes fall back on Kyon with every intention of following through your mother’s orders. However, he only greets your gaze with malice. A wave of nausea overwhelms you.

With a shake of your head, you tear yourself away from his threatening demeanour and turn towards the exit. You just need to get out of his line of sight, out of that pretentious atmosphere. Something within you can’t seem to stop telling you that one more moment near that passive-aggressive punk will only make you feel worse. So, you lengthen your strides out of the ballroom and down the hall to put as much distance between you and them.

The pressure of their expectations suffocates you like no corset ever has. All you can think is how desperately you need some fresh air. It takes you a moment, but you navigate your way around the manor well enough to find the back entrance.

Cold air engulfs you the moment you step outside. A relieved giggle slips past your lips and you throw your head back to relish in the cool spring breeze. The sky reflects a swirl of silvery indigo. It lures you into its constellations and wonders with every other glance. Lowering your gaze, you scan the garden before you. A cobblestone path leads all the way down to a hedged maze. You can never resist a good garden. In fact, you had helped design the one back home. You hope that when your husband-to-be comes along, he’d have a garden too and maybe you can design it together.

Realizing you can maybe hold on to a few more moments of peace if they can’t find you, you decide to follow the path and hide away within the walls of the maze. You’re halfway down the cobblestone trail when you sense a strong pull dragging your soul closer to the hedges. Picking up your pace, you follow that tug faster, soon weaving through the maze like you’ve been through it before. It’s not long before you reach the centre.

It’s a large clearing, decorated with a variety of blooming flowers. In the middle stands a grand marble fountain. Three tiered, the fountain sprouts fresh water through the mouths of singing angels. A little smile plays on your lips as you click-clack your way towards it. The tranquil rush of the stream calms your previously erratic heart. You take a seat on the edge and stare down at the pool. It’s empty of floating flowers or little fish like the one you have at home, but still beautiful all the same.

“Miss (L/N).”

Your eyes well up the moment his sweet voice greets your ears. A shaky breath escapes you and you turn to find him. Did he not hear your words last night? Does he not care? Or is he here to stay this time?

Sitting atop the hedges of the garden maze and out of the moon’s light, he looks just as heavenly as always. Most details of his beauty are hidden, but you can make out his long hair and the way it’s pulled back into a ponytail, leaving loose, short strands to frame his face. And those soft wings are out, spread wide behind him as he stares back at you. Shirtless, he smirks.

You can’t help the smile stretching upon your lips at the sight of him. It’s an uncontrollable reflex, as is the wetness of your core when he’s around. He usually doesn’t arrive this early when he does show up. How long has he been there?

Clearing your throat, however, you subside the urge to smile upon his presence. “Mr. Jeon.” His name leaves your lips in a trembling breath as your heart’s aflush with desire. You have to remind yourself that you’re upset with his disappearances.

A sweet smile takes over his features. “I’ve upset you,” he notes.

Is this a joke to him? How many nights does he expect you to wait around for a maybe? You both know your time is worth more than that. And though you want to tell him that he’s done more than upset you, that he’s disappointed you, you confess something else instead. “I’ve missed you.”

“You know I miss you too,” he replies.

You resist the urge to scoff. “Are you working tonight?”

He shakes his head. “I just got off actually.”

Without me? You mentally scold yourself for your dirty thought. You can’t even hold onto your anger for more than thirty seconds without having the urge to spread your legs for him. “Lucky me,” you sarcastically reply.

“Do you like the dress?”

“I’d like it more with the gift from last night,” you glare at him. “If there was a gift from last night, that is.”

Hopping off the edge, his wings fan out to guide him down before you with ease. Your face falls as he stands in the moonlight. Thick mud coats his muscular body and those once white wings are stained with dirt and grim. His sharp face is scratched with little scabs as well. He looks like he fell from the sky.

“Jungkook,” you whisper as you reach out to caress his wounded cheek.

But Jungkook can’t be any less interested in his current state. His attention does not waver off you. Those kind eyes of his scan your frame, lingering around your breasts. “It looks even better than I imagined.”

You feel as though you have to ask him if this really is a joke to him this time. He leaves you for a week with very little behind and returns only to be caked in mud and peppered with wounds and has the audacity to pretend it’s not an issue. Now, you’re upset.

You blink back your tears, quietly asking, “What happened?”

Maybe it was the hurt in your tone or the worry flashing in your eyes but his usually cocky demeanor trembles just enough to comfort you. “It’s just been a long night, baby. I missed a couple of shots and it took a little more effort than usual to fix everything.”

Fidgeting fingers trail up the exposed side of his thick thigh under the stained toga-like skirt he wears. He shudders under your touch as your hands make their way up to his buff chest where they stay. You inhale deeply to settle your erratic heart. The earthy grim of the mud invades your senses. He doesn’t even smell like himself anymore.

Knitting your brows together, you ask, “Are you hurt?”

Jungkook’s entire expression softens. Shaking his head, he goes to cradle your body closer to his but stops before his hands reach your waist. You can feel his desire though, to touch and be touched. It’s raw and real, and purely Jungkook. This shared desire the two of you have roots deep within your souls. It breaks your heart to think that he’s not yours anymore, and maybe you made that decision rashly, in a moment of anger. But, you both know it’s not how you feel right now.

“I need to know your schedule,” you say in a quiet voice. He tongues his cheek, erupting your heart with a surge of want. You ignore the feeling long enough to continue, “I can’t just sit and wait, Jungkook.”

He stares down at you, eyes unreadable. You can tell that he’s mulling over your words, but have no clue how he feels about them. Finally, he cups your cheeks, staining them with dirt, and says “I need you to trust me when I say that I’m doing my best to get to you as quickly as I can, darling.”

Your heart cannot deny him when his gaze reflects such sincerity and honesty. Every ounce of trust, of belief is in him and only him. And maybe you are being selfish, but to be stranded without an explanation is heartbreaking. You know he knows that, or at least feels it in you when you think of him and pray.

“Just tell me I’m yours again,” he whispers, “and I’ll prove to you how much I’ve missed you too.”

Is that why he’s here? He’s afraid of losing you? Biting your lip, you can’t help but lean into his touch. It was mean of you to punish him like this and make him think that you were really upset with him when in actuality, all you wanted was a little more attention. You give him an innocent look through your lashes. He does his best not to swoon, but you know him well enough now to know that the little quiver in his lips means he’s on the verge of getting on his knees.

“No man of mine is this dirty,” you smirk, echoing the words of your first encounter.

Jungkook smiles and this time you have to keep yourself from swooning at the sight of his dimples. “I thought that’s exactly how you like them,” he purrs as he walks you back towards the fountain.

Heat rushes to your face. The marble edge of the fountain hits the bend of your knees but you refuse to sit down with Jungkook only inches away. His hands may still be on your face, rubbing that dirt into your cheeks, but his body is still too far away from yours. You move to take a step forward, desperate to have your body against his. However, Jungkook is quicker, most likely having read your mind, and moves back before you can even get half a step in.

Your eyes harden at the action. Pushing his hands off your face, you quirk a brow.

“I don’t want to ruin your dress.”

“A dress like this is meant to be ruined.”

He smirks. You can tell by the amusement dancing in his eyes that he’s enjoying the sight of you this needy and possessive. He decides to further test the limits of your composure, asking, “Don’t you have a party to get back to?”

He’s teasing. The mockery riddled in his features is enough of a hint, but the playful tone in his voice is still something you bask in. Taking a seat on the edge of the fountain, you let out a deep sigh and look up to the clouds. “A flight back home might do us both some good,” you suggest instead. “It’s not like there’s anything waiting for me at the party anyways.”

“Not even your sister?”

You shake your head.

“Mother?”

Face folding, you suppress the urge to groan and whisper, “Oh, gods no.”

Jungkook chuckles as he circles around the fountain. He dips his hand in the clear water, before asking, “What about Lee Kyon?”

Now, what would Jeon Jungkook know of Lee Kyon? A quick scan of his features doesn’t let you in on much besides the fact that he’s trying to draw a reaction out of you. However, what reaction is he hoping for? Is he looking for an explanation? He knows all about your mother’s habits and your relationships, or lack thereof, with mortal men. You never even have to say it; Jungkook knows there’s no one else for you but him.

“Mr. Lee is fragile,” you sigh.

His wings twitch. He likes what he hears. You curl in your lips to keep from smiling. Could he, Eros the god of love, lust and desire, really be jealous of an imbecile? Setting your visual tastes aside for a moment, you and Jungkook both know that Kyon, bless him, knows less than the very fountain you’re sitting on… The very fountain Jungkook is climbing into.

“What are you doing?” You ask, shooting to your feet as Jungkook makes himself comfortable. A giggle tumbles out of you, even though you tried to bite it back, at the sight of him washing himself like a bird.

Jungkook stops for a moment, that playful gaze meeting yours. This one look is enough for you to know he’s heard, and he’s most likely still hearing your thoughts. You wish you could dip in and out of his mind too. It might put an end to all the guessing on your end.

Continuing to splash his torso clean, he replies, “You’re sending me some mixed messages, baby. I thought you didn’t like me dirty.”

He has a point. Making your way over to him, you sit by his submerged frame on the edge of the fountain. Jungkook rubs his lips as he watches your jeweled fingers trace the curves of your cleavage. Your hand stops in the centre, just above the tied strings of your corset. You begin unlacing it when Jungkook tsks. Snapping your gaze to his, you wait for further instructions.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to get in with you.”

“So, get in.”

You move to unlace your corset once more, but Jungkook grabs onto your wrist. Catching his darkening gaze, you furrow your brows at his tilting head. He’s gesturing for you to get in, but won’t let you take off your dress. He can’t serious think you’d get in wearing it the water is filthy with his-

Glancing at the clear water, your thoughts are overtaken by confusion. You expected it to be tinted a dark brown from all the mud but it only reflects the marble bowl of the fountain, Jungkook’s legs, and that growing erection between them. You probably should question him on when he took that skirt off and why the water is so clean even after he went into it with layers of dirt coating his skin, but the heat between your legs is slowly growing more and more insufferable.

Your eyes flicker back to Jungkook’s to find him already staring at you, a smirk painted on his handsome face. He pushes his tongue against his cheek once more, knowing how much you love that move, then quirks a cocky brow. Kicking off your heels, you lift your dress enough to dip each stocking covered foot into the fountain. You hiss at the sensation of the soggy socks against your feet, but power through knowing how much Jungkook loves the way they look on you.

Your dress puffs up to the surface and you have to push it down and back to put as little space between you and Jungkook. “Your hair’s filthy,” you pout as you finally straddle his lap.

Jungkook lets out a little sigh. You first think it’s because his cock stands right in front of your pussy, but soon realize how wrong you are. His dazed gaze wanders over your features, unsure where to stop and what to admire first. Those large hands instinctively find your thick thighs. He rubs and massages them as you untie his hair and wet your hands enough to wash some of the dirt away. You tilt his head back and lick your lips. It’s a habit you have when concentrating. Jungkook knows it well.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” he suddenly purrs. His voice is thick, saturated with lust and adoration. “Honestly, you don’t have to do anything, darling, just let me look at you for a little bit.”

You freeze, hands half tangled in his mud slick hair, and gaze back down at him. Dipping your head down, your lips catch his. You’re obsessed with the lack of hesitation between the two of you. Never has Jungkook thought twice about taking you as his when the two of you are this close. No matter how long he’s gone or how upset you may feel about that, when you find each other again, it’s almost like he never left. Your souls rapture in harmony and bodies tangle indefinitely. Eternity lies in the palms of your hands every second you're together.

“I’ve got to clean your hair,” you mutter against his lips. He only hums before kissing you again. Inhaling sharply, you let him have another sip of your breath before pulling away completely. And you realize, as you glance at his wings, that they could probably use a good scrub down too before the two of you indulge in the good fun you’ve been dying to have all week.

Before you can vocalize this, however, Jungkook is already readjusting your shared position. He tucks his wings tight behind him and shifts the two of you around so that the stream of the fountain washes down his back. “Hurry,” he orders. There’s very little room for negotiation in his tone. His appetite for a fun night is growing too and you can’t help but smile at the eagerness you’ve triggered.

Sticking your tongue out, you hook it under his chin and tilt his head back. Jungkook continues to gaze down at you as he gives into your gesture. “That’s hot,” he mutters.

This is new. He never talks this much when things start to heat up. Most of the time, you’re tossed looks and expected to decipher his mood, but you’re all too caught up in how gorgeous he is, you can barely understand what he means. Everything is always based on feelings and going with your instincts. But this time, Jungkook’s more vocal. It’s almost as if he’s thinking out loud.

His wings twitch again. You snap your gaze from his hair to his eyes and find he’s raising a brow. Didn’t you wish you could hear his thoughts too? Could this be his way of granting it to you?

“You know what I like most about you?” He asks as you continue to wash the mud from his hair. Grazing your nails through his scalp, you hum in reply. “You’re incredibly intelligent.”

Your fingers shudder against his head. The guilt of last night returns. Your sister should be with someone who isn’t afraid of her intelligence either. You should’ve told her not to follow through with this, not to marry Michael.

Jungkook’s hands trail up to your ass, gripping onto the plump flesh. The harsh gesture snaps you back into the moment. You jump a bit and let out a little squeal as your gaze meets his. “I much rather you don’t think of other men when you’re with me,” he groans.

Fighting off the proud smile tempting your lips, you nod. “Sorry; it won’t happen again.”

“Better not,” he mutters and that smile finally settles on your lips. “And don’t worry about your sister. She’ll be fine.”

A part of you wants to question him more about how he knows that, but the death grip he has on your ass and the way he’s looking at you does not leave much room for a sexless conversation. You rather your family stay out of conversations like this with Jungkook. His desire to be the only one in your thoughts makes a bit more sense to you now.

Smiling, Jungkook inhales deeply through his nose. “You figure things out faster than most people,” he says.

You kiss the little freckle under his lip to let him know you’re done cleaning his hair. “You spend too much time in my head,” you tease. Instead of in my… The rest of the sentence twirls in your mind for him to find it.

As you move to clean his right wing he chuckles and continues, “I’m serious, baby.” He kisses your neck as you stand on your knees and reach for his wing to properly clean it off. “Your mind amazes me. That’s why I spend so much time there.”

Barriers of the mind fall. They were trembling before but now, with every whispered thought Jungkook voices, you can feel those walls of distance crumble around your inseparable bodies. You’ve always melded perfectly physically and stroked the other’s spirit by caressing your souls, but mental barriers have always halted any real conversation between you and Jungkook. He’s always been able to know your next move, your every thought because of his immortality. And to have the chance to do the same only makes you feel that much closer to him. For this reason, you hope he doesn’t regret opening up to you and giving you a little peek inside his mind.

Your physical senses shock you back to the moment. His fingers soften their grip on your ass, rubbing it instead and your pussy reactively clenches at that pet name you love so much. Unsteadily inhaling deeply, you move to clean his other wing in silence. You decide you won’t talk this time. Your mind is open to him if he’s looking for your opinion, but tonight you just want to hear his thoughts and be the one tossing unreadable looks.

Jungkook chuckles against your neck, rolling his shoulders back as you brush your fingers through his wings. His lips trail down to your collarbone. He kisses his way down to your breasts and buries his face between them. Breathing in your scent, he sighs happily and mutters, “This is my favourite thing.”

Your breasts? By the way his hands always settle on your ass and the fact that his first hand-delivered toy was an anal plug, you always just assumed that his favourite feature of yours must be your ass. But you suppose if your breasts-

“Actually, I was talking about the way you smell.”

“It’s called soap,” you tease, earning yourself a light spank. He then bites on your right tit, sucking on the skin just because he can. You giggle and settle yourself back on his lap. Your ass, plush and plump, all but melts over his muscular thighs.

Jungkook stares at you. His brown eyes are vacant and lost in thought. He quiets under your gaze, only just shifting to pull you closer than you already are. Your pussy frames the length of his cock and you find it increasingly hard to stay still. Trying to read that dazed expression on his face, you wonder what happened with his devotion to thinking out loud.

Licking his lips, Jungkook finally breaks the silence. “Twenty-three.” He leans towards you turning the two of you back around so his back is against the fountain’s edge again. “I want you in twenty-three different ways, but I don’t think we have time to do all of them.”

You swallow thickly. Grinding your hips into his, you rub your needy pussy against his throbbing erection. Jungkook’s eyes slightly roll back and he has to hold your hips down only to look at you properly again. “Can we make time?” You ask. The desperate cry for more is evident in your voice and you know that, by the quirk of his brow and the shudder of his wings, he’s having trouble saying no.

“I wish,” he confesses. “My favourite ones take time.”

His fingers dig into your ass again, hinting at what his favourite positions might be. It’s no surprise that it has to do with your ass, you’re just worried that he’s going to ask for more than you’re ready for. Yes, you may have gotten used to anal plugs over time since he knows how to prep you for them, but his cock is an entirely different game. You are constantly reminded of how those other toys really are just toys because his cock is that uncomparable.

Jungkook relaxes back against the marble wall and watches you as you salivate over the size of his cock. He doesn’t need to read your mind to know you're terrified of whatever pain may come with it but excited because you’re just that much of a whore for him.

“You know you don’t have to do it. I have lots of other favourites,” he smirks.

As your thoughts trail off, he bucks his hips into yours. You breathe moan and clutch onto his shoulders. Every little movement makes you ache for more. A week without a single bit of sexual stimulation, even by yourself, is too long. He never told you that you couldn’t play around alone anymore, but when you have him, why the hell would you play with yourself? You know he’s going to come every night, or at least you hope he is. And the truth is, one he must already know judging by the pleased look in his eyes, even if he had told you he wasn’t coming, you still wouldn’t have touched yourself. Nothing can compare to his touch; you don’t need to try anything else to know this.

A shaky breath escapes Jungkook at your next mental confession. You don't think you were ever really mad at him. You just knew that acting out would get him to come tonight. Jungkook scoffs, looking up at the darkening sky as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Are you even really sorry? His eyes dart to yours as if wanting to see for himself if your thoughts are true. You don't know if you can answer this question with his eyes on you like that. But, that conclusion seems to be enough of an answer for him.

He shakes his head and wraps his arms around your waist. Pouting, he asks, “Do you know how worried I was?”

You mirror his expression, drawing a pout in your features as well, and press your chest against his. His breath hitches and body melts into yours, betraying his intentions. Noticing his struggle to stay upset with you, you pepper wet kisses under his chin and along his jawline.

Jungkook can’t resist you for much longer. He whimpers as his hips grind into yours. Bending at your every touch, he unravels beneath you. A giddy smile breaks your pouty features and it’s only then that he seems to realize how much he’s let himself go in front of you. His grip on your hips hardens. As you kiss up his face, you find his lust-stuck eyes dark with dominance. He hates being vulnerable to your touch this much.

“No, baby,” he rasps. You quirk a brow. “I hate how drunk you get off the power.”

A proud smirk twitches on the corner of your lips, confirming his words. You’ve barely had taste for the power he’s accusing you of getting drunk off of. However, the fact that you’re able to control him so well with such a small dose fills your heart with pride.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“I am?”

There’s a certain cocky pitch in your tone that rings sharply to his ears. His brows twitch, wings flutter, and gaze wavers. He may have been able to look past your exaggerations of dismissal and the way you tease him, but to speak to him with very little regard for his power unleashes something primal within him. You can always tell you’ve really pissed him off when he pouts, clenches his jaw, and breathes so steadily, you can barely hear him.

Jungkook watches you carefully. “One week without my dick and suddenly you think you own it?”

“Don’t I?”

A sharp smack lands on your ass. The slow draft of the water does not slow his hands down. In fact, it only increases the sting and accuracy. You gasp and fall forward against him only to be spanked again. Another moan leaves you, this time with your lips hovering over his. Exchanging breathes, a dangerous thought occurs to you. Your lips are over his. What’s to stop you from spit-

He growls. You tremble against him. The purely thunderous rumble in his chest rattles your soul. “I fucking dare you,” he hisses.

Though you want to heed his warning, you can’t help but notice how he keeps his mouth open despite his disapproval. You gather what you have in your mouth and pause for a moment, knowing that he knows what you’re about to do. His mouth remains open. You drop the wad of spit it without a second thought.

Jungkook swallows it almost immediately. “You’re going to regret that,” he breathes.

“I highly doubt that,” you smirk.

The cocky persona you seemed to have picked up from him crumbles when his middle finger pushes between your cheeks and circles your tightest hole. His words about his favourite ways to fuck you return to you in distant echoes. You arch your back and push your ass into his hand. His finger threatens to slip in.

“You’re barely ready,” he scoffs.

Do you harbour reservations based on fears that he just might be too big to fit in your ass? Of course you do; he’s huge. A fact of which he can’t help but always smirk at when you point it out. But, you’re hungry for him and you know that he would never do anything to hurt you. Letting out a shaky breath, you affirm, “I can take it.”

“You aren’t wet enough.”

“Then, change that.”

The continuous authority that drips in your tone has tested his patience for the last time. Reaching a hand out of the fountain, Jungkook grabs for something on the ground. You try to lean over him and sneak a peek at what he’s looking for, but the friction of your clit against his length has you shuddering back in place.

A little smile breaks Jungkook’s previously callous expression. He pecks your neck and laughs quietly against your skin as he mutters, “You’re adorable.”

Heat rushes down to your core instead of your face at the little praise. You lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips when you catch a glimpse of something gold in your peripherals. Glancing up, you find him clutching onto his bow. Before you have the chance to ask what he’s planning, Jungkook only just drops the tip of his bow in to break the surface of the water. A misty rose gold tints the clarity. Little flicks of sparkling gold twinkle back at you as you watch the fountain filter the essence all around you.

You cautiously meet gaze. He always confirms new things with you before acting on anything, no matter how mad or horny he is. His rash decision to spike the fountain with an unknown substance chills your blood for a second. You start to shift back from him a bit when he breaks the silence.

“It’s just a lubricant,” he quickly explains. A relieved breath, you didn’t realize you were holding, leaves you. Shifting back against him, you nudge your nose against his. “Sex is a bit different underwater, baby, and I don’t have time to get you as ready as you need to be.”

A gentle nibble on his lip is all it takes for the rush of the fountain to be the only sound in the silence that settles upon you. His hands guide your hips against his, the fiction much smoother now with that hint of lubrication swirling around. You run a hand through his hand and tug his head back to be greeted with the sweet rumble of his laughter. You can’t help but giggle with him as you place soft kisses along the side of his neck.

Jungkook quietly moans in little whines and breathless gasps. Every shudder of his wings and furrow of his brows makes you want to rip your dress off and be just as naked and against him. But, then again, there’s something powerful to the taste of being fully clothed and still destroying a man’s composure. You barely have to do anything and Jungkook bends to your every will. You can now understand why he believes you’re so drunk on power, but the truth is you always had this power. He knows this, most likely wanting you to realize it too if he’s the one that suggested you stay clothed. The only difference now is that he’s openly displaying the ways you unravel him rather than keeping it to himself.

“Do you see what I mean now?” He asks in a breathless whisper. You trail your kiss up to his cheek and moan against it as he continues, “You’re so smart and beautiful and precious.”

Jungkook pauses, stilling your hips and pulling his face away from yours to look into your eyes. He parts his lips to speak but his words keep falling short somehow.

His words so far have already ignited an untamable fire not only between your legs, but within your bones as well. He is drenched in every part of you. Shifting to a softer touch, you untangle your fingers from his damp hair and cup his cheeks the same way he had done to you not too long ago. “Go on,” you tease, tossing him a playful look.

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t even smirk. His eyes, though hinted with amusement, continue to be lost in some sort of trance. He knows you’re curious, but keeps this little bit of thought to himself. Lifting your hips, he hovers your entrance over his erection and finally smirks.

“Beg a little,” he orders. Though his voice barely carries to the other side of the fountain, the authority in his tone is still as clear and hard as it always is.

Your power trip must have really messed with him if he’s having you beg without giving you a good reason to. An annoyed sigh fans against your collarbone as your body continues to hover over his. “Don’t play,” he rasps, “You know that’s not it. I can hear the truth before the lie, darling.”

That’s an unfair advantage but one you don’t mind too much if it means he talks to you like this all the time. He’s right too. You know that’s not what’s got him eager to hear you beg. It’s the way you beg that’s got him eager to fuck you. Clenching around emptiness, needy to be filled and ruined, you whine a tiny “please,” then a string of profanities as his tip strokes its way to your entrance from your clit.

“Again.”

Back arched, breasts against his bare chest, and hands clutched onto his biceps, you place your lips on the shell of his ear and blow a gentle breeze against it. “Please,” you mewl.

Jungkook’s hands tremble and he all but drops you on his cock. Pussy in an instant stretch, with very little room to adjust, you cry out in his ear. Though your voice may be broken and pitchy, Jungkook doesn’t flinch. When it comes to you, the usual results never qualify. You are one of a kind, as unique as him.

His muscles flex under your palms. Hands finding their place on your ass again, Jungkook guides your thrusts. He can practically feel your weakening body with every bounce and grind against him. You know he can. He shows it in every tightening grip on your ass and grunt in his moans.

The knot in your stomach is already twisting, conspiring against your better judgement on how long you think you can last. You’ve never been able to outlast him, cumming twice before he finally reaches his first orgasm of the night. He’s just so big and hits those right places way before the rest of him can catch up. How he manages to brush up against your softest spots within the first three thrusts will always be beyond your comprehension. He’s just that good.

The choked moan that leaves him resembles a chuckle. A frustrated whine escapes you. Is he still listening to your thoughts? It’s not like you’re thinking anything he already hasn’t heard you say, or rather scream, but it still somewhat embrassasses you to know that he will always hear how whipped you are for him.

“Tell me,” you plead with your lips pressed just under his ear. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

The sparkling water around you begins to splash out of the fountain bowl as Jungkook speeds up the pace of your bounces. Deciding your ass seems to be too much of a distraction to him, you pause mid-thrust and move his hands up to your hips. A shuddering gasp escapes him as you carry on with the bounces at his same pace. Your ass claps in and out of the water, thrashing water all around the ground.

Jungkook digs his short nails into the flesh of your hips, growling every time you whine at his tightening grip. Forehead against his, you catch his gaze and offer an innocent one. “I’m-” he cuts himself off, realizing how breathless and dazed he sounds. You nuzzle your face into his as a silent attempt to encourage him to continue. “Kiss me,” he begs.

If you weren’t stuffed full of his cock and extremely enchanted by the way he pretends to sound composed, you would’ve refused to kiss him and insisted that he finish that sentence. And that knot in the pit of your gut only tightens with the grip of your pussy. Pressing your lips against his, you slip your tongue in and let him swallow your moans.

The moment his tongue tackles yours, your legs quake. Thrusts hesitating, your body begins to spasm against his. Your hands grapple at his shoulder just to ensure you stay a float as your threatening orgasm continues to build.

“Jungk-” You break the kiss to tell him, to ask as he has taught you over and over again.

But Jungkook only latches his lips onto yours once more. You gulp down a moan or two of his before he hisses against your lips, “Just fucking cum. Now, kiss me.”

You may have been drunk off power not too long ago, but as you kiss him again, you realize that he is drunk off you. And that’s all it takes for your ograsm to finally rush over you. Jungkook lifts his hips up to meet your stuttering ones. Your lips fall off his. Face buried in the crook of his neck, you cry out his name and cream all over his cock.

“I’m thinking you’re such a good girl for cumming like this,” he suddenly whispers as you ride out your orgasm. Even with your ears ringing and mind shuddering from the second wave of cum gushing all over his hard, huge cock, you can still hear every dirty praise clearly. “My whore got herself off so well.”

The whine that escapes you from his words alone is borderline pornographic. Jungkook even feels it, arching his back so his chest collides with yours as well. “You’re so sexy,” he whimpers as you babble fountain water by his shoulder from exhaustion.

Wet, wet, wet; everything is wet. You’re both drenched in lube tinted waters, cum, and your desires. You can’t revel in it though, as the skirts of your dress float the surface and corset clings to your chest all too tightly. You can barely find it in you to breathe, let alone tell him that you need a quick break.

“No,” he groans, settling you on his thighs. Circling his hips into yours, Jungkook grips onto the nape of your neck to peel you off him.

Your heart stumbles as your mind races to figure out what you’ve done that was so wrong, he’s wanting to stop the night here. “I’m sorr-”

“You don’t need a break,” he sighs between moans. He sits himself up, his wings extending only to drape over the lip of the fountain’s bowl. All movements underwater cease as he digs his fingers into the bust of your corset. In one swift motion, Jungkook tears the first few laces apart, instantly sending a full batch of oxygen to your lungs.

Gasping, you gaze down at your torn dress before glaring at him. Maybe with just a wet dress, you could have explained your way out of whatever mess this is going to get you in when you attempt to return to the party. However, a torn dress will not be that easy to explain. You want to glare at him and tell him off but he shoves his face between your now exposed breasts and moans before you’re able to.

He moves your hands up his shoulders so your arms drape over them, then settles them on his favourite place; your ass. Two of his fingers push between your cheeks and stroke your hole. His touch there is much smoother than before and you suspect that it must be the bow-tipped lube.

You moan quietly, resting your chin atop his damp head as he kisses and bites at your breasts. Your pussy still hasn’t recovered from your orgasm seconds ago. In fact, truth be told, your entire body is having trouble recuperating after cumming that hard in a week. But you want more of him and he still hasn’t filled you of his godly load yet. And with his fingers circling around your asshole, you can’t deny him the second ride he’s patiently waiting for.

A slow grind of hips into hips is a good start, you tell yourself. You’ve never really had to deal with this before, since Jungkook would usually just keep pounding into you despite the fact that he knows your limbs are exhausted from one orgasm already. Clenching your jaw, you start to bounce again, ass clapping against his thighs in suppressed thumps underwater. The overstimulated pleasure brings tears to your eyes. You cry out his name and hold onto his wings.

He groans against your right breast from the contact. You’re about to apologize, knowing his wings are sensitive, when he shoves his fingers into your tightest hole. You freeze and throw your head back from how easily he slipped in and how fucking good it feels. Jungkook scissors his fingers within you, peeking a glance up from between your breasts.

“Are you okay, baby?” he slurs. He licks up the valley of your breasts, holding your gaze shamelessly.

“Mhm,” you mewl.

Resuming your thrusts, you feel your tears run down your face freely. You don’t even have it in you to wipe them away. Your hands, instead, centre around his back. You scratch at it for a bit until you feel him add a finger. Moans tumble into his wet hair as your fingers trail up the length of his spine.

Jungkook stiffens. A choked groan tears from his throat and he hides his face further into your breasts. They bounce around his cheeks with each hop on his cock. Too consumed by your own overstimulated pleasure to dwell much thought on his movements, or lack thereof, you mindlessly repeat the action. You stroke his spine once more and then you hear it.

He sobs a moan.

You still your hips, looking down at him. As you run a hand through his hair, you’re about to ask if he’s okay when the whooshing flutter of wings obscures your vision. One second, you’re straddling his lap with his fingers in your ass. The next, you’re the one submerged in the water with him hovering over you. Wings fully extended, face stained with tears, Jungkook makes sure your arms are resting over his shoulders like before then takes up a deadly speed of thrusts into you.

His speed defies the laws of physics, hips moving much faster than they should underwater. Half the fountain is on the ground from the force of his movement. All you can do is sob with him as your body becomes his only source of pleasure.

What’s gotten into him? He doesn’t even have an interest in your ass anymore, hands locked in a death-like grip on your hips. In a moment of pure animalistic pleasure, you just wish you knew what’s running through his head.

“You,” he growls in a pout. “You’re all I think about, you fucking whore. You’re all I can ever think about.” He swallows thickly before continuing, “You can’t go one second without thinking of me and now all I can hear is your voice. All the time; it’s you, you, you.”

You don’t know if you should apologize or cum from the simple confession alone. His voice, his words, his entire fucking attitude has you aching to cum all over again.

Jungkook stumbles over his chuckles. “You just love seeing me like this, huh? You love seeing me worship you, baby?”

Worship. Does he want you to cum that badly that he’s willing to lie? You both know he doesn’t worshi-

A sharp thrust derails your thoughts. Your eyes roll back as you moan out his name.

“You’re my goddess,” he confesses. “You’re my only goddess.”

He repeats the phrase over and over again until that’s all that rings in your ear, in your heart, in your soul. His release paints your tightening walls. The knots within your gut have unraveled long ago and it’s only when your blurred vision somewhat clears and convulsing body trickles into tremors do you realize that you’ve both cum together to the words he’s still repeating.

Voice a tiny, gruff whisper, Jungkook whispers, “My goddess.”

He’s serious. He must be. He truly worships you. The tears in his eyes, the break in his voice, the truth is clear and just as starkly bare as he is between your legs. His eyes suddenly flash with worry, almost as if he’s recognized what he’s said. He meant what he said, you realize, but he never meant to say it.

Jungkook gingerly pulls out of you as you try to seat yourself up. You pull your legs into your chest and watch him take a seat beside you. He leans his head back against the rim of the fountain and gazes up at the sky. You follow his gaze, noticing it’s gotten much darker out, the silver stream of stars piercing an indigo backdrop no more. A midnight black cloaks the world above you, a crescent moon lighting up your night and an array of stars twinkling down at you. Though your mind is still foggy from your recent orgasms, body still shuddering, you can’t help but think about his words. What makes him think you belong up there, amongst true gods and goddesses?

His wings twitch as they tuck themselves behind him. You know that combination well. He’s hiding something. Usually, you don’t ask, knowing he will only deflect the topic and shower you with attention and praises instead. But, his spoken thoughts are now looping around your mind, begging to be answered.

“Jungkook,” you mutter, shifting closer to him. Face still stained with tears, he forces himself to look at you. The questions are on the tip of your tongue; what, why, when? However, as you part your lips all you can bring yourself to say is, “I didn’t hear anything.”

You’re my goddess.

The words return with ten times the force they previously held. It’s almost like denying their existence is just as blasphemous as saying them. You swallow thickly and try to extract the words from your mind, but it's too late. They are as entrenched in your bones as your affection for him is. There is no undoing what has been done.

You bring a hand up to his face and wipe away the stray tears. He melts into you almost immediately. Maybe it’s best if you return to the party now. You can make up some excuse as to why you’re drenched and torn on your way there. Jungkook’s state is all but worrying and you feel as though you shouldn’t be witnessing this.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he finally says. His voice has regained composure and tone controlled. No more does he choke on his words or laughter. The authority he indirectly bestowed upon you has been returned to him.

You should tell him you’re done, that he shouldn’t say things he doesn’t mean to. You should tell him that he shouldn’t play with your feelings or your heart like this. But, again, the words wither away the moment you part your lips to voice them. And, instead, you ask, “How do you want me?”

Jungkook smirks. His hands snake around your hips and lift you up onto his lap. Back to his chest, you make yourself comfortable, leaning into him. He pushes the excess fabric of your dress aside just to get you as close as possible. Then, you feel it against your ass, pushing its way between your cheeks. His erection is just as hard as when you started. It’s no wonder why he’s not done with you yet. You suppose he didn’t just confess something he can’t take back only to still leave with a full hard-on.

“I thought you didn’t hear anything,” he whispers in your ear as his hands cup the underside of your thighs.

You nervously look at him over your shoulder. “I didn’t.”

He chews on your earlobe, warm tongue caressing your jaw. “I should stop thinking about it,” he whimpers against your skin. “I should stop thinking about you.”

I’m not a goddess, you want to tell him. But, by the way he sucks in a sharp breath, you can tell he’s heard and isn’t impressed. He opens his mouth to say something, maybe to scold you for degrading yourself, or to correct you. The words never arrive.

Jungkook shakily exhales. No more trips into his thoughts it would seem. He remains silent as he spreads your legs and swiftly lifts you up. You expect another harsh round into your pussy but his tip shoves its way through your asshole instead. Throwing your head back, you try to suppress your scream by holding your breath.

It doesn’t hurt as much as it usually does during the first initial thrust of a toy. Whatever he tinted the water with must be the result of a smooth entrance, and a deliciously blissful stretch. You let out a breath you held, along with a loud, high-pitched squeal. Jungkook folds you up well, holding the bend of each knee into your chest as he continues to slowly lower you onto him.

Once you finally take him all in, you settle your entire body back into him. Shuddering breaths, drifting eyes, you hold him deep within you and try not to completely lose yourself in a fit of moans and pleads. You don’t even know what you’d be begging for, just that a string of “pleases” will leave you.

Are you getting bigger, you mentally ask.

He chuckles and shakes his head as his nose nuzzles into your cheeks. He can’t get enough. Inhaling you deeply, you realize that he can’t get enough of you. He even said so in so many words. And you don’t have much of a problem with that considering you can’t ever get enough of him either. You’ve consumed all of his thoughts it would seem and he’s even lost himself to you so much so that he’s declared you his one and only god-

“Fuck!”

The stream of the fountain rushes down on your clit. He holds you straight beneath it as his hips move up and down against your ass. You’re at his total mercy, every thought of ever being in control a complete joke. You rest your head against his shoulders, trembling hands placed over his as a desperate attempt to control yourself.

Your first water wave induced orgasm hits you within seconds. You don’t know for sure, but you’re all but certain that you’re cumming. Your eyes have been screwed shut for a while, and body shaking since this endeavor in the fountain began. Only when you try to close your legs do you confirm that you indeed came.

Jungkook keeps them open though. He ignores your pathetic scratches on his knuckles as you try to explain to him that it’s all just too fucking much for you to take. “Just let me cum,” he tries to soothe between little hushes and murmurs about how good you’re taking his cock.

But then your second orgasm from the fountain hits and you can’t stop squirming in his hold. He keeps you folded and under the water’s subjection nonetheless, somehow even cooling the temperature down. As you shiver under the cold rush, Jungkook positions you higher against him so that the water pours into you instead. You realize, pussy clean of his cum now, that you’re getting fucked by a fountain; a fountain that he controls. And you fucking love it.

Then, there’s the fullness of your ass. Every inch of you is his. If you’re his goddess, he must know that he’s your god. Your one and only.

“Careful,” he warns against your thoughts.

You have an assful of his cock in you, getting off more times than you can both count in a fountain that does not belong to either of you; when have the two of you ever been careful? In fact, your recklessness is what brought you together. Had he not seen you on your balcony every night, he might not be here at all. Carelessness runs in your veins, laced in your tone as you cry out, “You’re my god!”

The clouds rumble above you. The heavens can warn all they want. Interrupting sexual endeavors would do them more harm than it would do you.

“If you want to cum, you’ll behave,” Jungkook hisses. His thrusts suddenly snap into something primal.

Your body bounces every time, water rushing down your clit once more. This time you feel your orgasm build, and fast. Toes curling, eyes rolling to the back of your head, you hold onto every twisting, clenching knot at the pit of your stomach.

“Ask!”

“Please?”

A particular ram into your ass lets you know that half-hearted plea won’t get you very far. He doesn’t deign to repeat himself. Instead, he lets his harsh movements and bone-rattling growls speak for him.

“Please let me cum, Jungkook, please.”

“Again.”

“Please, please, please, Jungkook.”

He doesn’t say it. But you feel it. You feel the approval in the form of a gentle kiss against your ear. Hips a craze, rolling against the wave, you clench your jaw and try to channel all your pleasure in a high-pitched moan rather than the cry your lungs are desperate to let out. Your cum gushes then, juices squirt seconds later. Entire body on fire, under the scrutiny of the stream as you try and fail to recollect yourself. You’re shattered, ruined, obliterated by his cock and this fountain of fantasies.

“That’s a good girl,” he coos. “That’s my good girl.”

His. His. Gods, the things you would do to be his always, not just under the cover of the night. Jungkook releases your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as he grounds your ass over his hips. Load after load shoots within you, making your giggle and shake with ecstasy at the filling sensation of being stuffed so well.

“Ah-yah, baby,” he groans in a scowl against your jawline. “You’ve got the tightest little hole for me, hmm? If you weren’t so exhausted, I’d have us do this all over again.”

Exhaustion. Yes, that’s what you’re feeling. With your mind foggy and broken from the countless orgasms he’s sent through you, you can barely find it in you to breathe, let alone think to go for another round. Your body’s only excuse for staying afloat is the winged god behind you. He clutches onto you as if his only reason for surviving is you. And judging by his previous confession, that very well might be the case.

Jungkook rests back against the fountain’s edge once he’s done. Gasping for air, he continues to hold onto you, kissing your shoulder mindlessly. “I never really know how much I miss you until I have you,” he whispers. His teeth graze your supple skin.

Body limp, you can’t find it in you to reply. All you can think is after he pulls out, he’s going to fly back to Gods know where and leave you to hobble back to the party alone. After all, isn’t that how every night ends? You two share a passionate few moments, both have out of body experiences when orgasming, then you fall asleep and he sneaks away. What’s to say this night won’t be any different?

“I thought I told you to trust me?”

“I do.”

He scoffs. You don’t blame him. Your words are hardly convincing. It has nothing to do with the fact that you just came five or six different times. It’s the lack of commitment in your tone that tips him off. You hear it too. You really do trust him. He’s just let you down too many times to count.

“What more do I need to do? I’m with you every chance I get.”

Exhaustion. It’s not a physical one, not the one you’re still recovering from. It’s one of the mind. He’s exhausted with this back and forth. You are too. This isn’t exactly what you thought your first relationship would look like.

He pauses, body freezing beneath you.

Oh, right. He’s in your mind. He heard that. Is that not what this is, though? Isn’t this a relationship?

“Say it.”

“What?”

“Say it,” You repeat, looking at him over your shoulder.

Jungkook starts to soften in you. You’ve really set him off now. He lifts you up and off his cock, sitting you on his thigh and ignoring the way you hiss and whine at the discomfort. You turn to glare at him over your shoulder only to find him already glaring at you.

“Do you want me to come back?”

Is he threatening you? “Do I have to remind you who came here begging-”

“You lied!” He cuts you off with a shout.

“You knew that, though. You knew I was lying,” you point out, a pout starting to overtake your features. “You came because you missed me.”

“That’s never been a secret.”

“Say it then, Jungkook. Say this is a relationship.”

He falls silent. His once annoyed eyes can’t even meet yours.

“I know you’re jealous of Lee Ky-”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he scoffs. Shaking his head, he forces himself to meet your gaze.

Sad tears vary drastically from blissful ones. Tears of bliss soothe the pleasure and make it bearable. Tears of sadness sting your eyes, pierce your heart and shed any part of you that can make such a situation bearable. Sad tears only remind you of your pain.

Your eyes sting with despair as he regards you with such frustration. Emptying your mind, discarding all thoughts, you ask, “Are you coming tomorrow?”

Jungkook sighs, but not a beat of hesitance affects his answer. “Of course.”

You raise a brow. See?

“Fine. This is a relationship,” he mutters. “What does that change?”

Nothing. It hasn’t changed a thing. You don’t even feel any different, any better. Maybe it’s because you forced it out of him? You don’t know. The tears only fall faster though, and you can’t bear to look at him. Your heart’s conflicted, shattered and replaced all at once because, though he is the cause of your tears, his presence is also the only thing soothing them. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your temple over his.

You can at least relish in his company for a few moments longer. And his scent, that intoxicating waft of creamy coconut and sweet peony orchards returns now that all that mud and grime has been washed off. The scent is comforting enough for you to relax in his arms and forget your pain for a second.

“That’s not what I smell like,” he whispers. You tilt your head away to get a better look at him. A little smirk tugs on the corner of his lip as he says, “It’s what you smell like.”

Impossible. He’s always smelled like at the end of every night. You’d cuddle into his chest and inhale a breathful of the tropical scent. How could that be what you smell like if he reeks of it? The knowing look in his eyes is enough of a hint for you to realize you know the answer. He’s dripping with your essence every night because he spent the night in you. You wonder if you smell like him too.

He sighs, circling his arms lazily around your waist. He deeply inhales your skin, smiling against it, but doesn’t answer your mentally posed question. Damp hair clinging to the sides of your faces, you settle in the other’s company. One of his hands rises from the water and wipes away your tears. As you sniffle, he whispers, “I promise I’m-”

“Doing the best you can,” you croak, finishing his sentence with him.

Yes, yes. You’ve heard it all before. You don’t think he’s lying, your Eros is no liar. You do believe that he is, in fact, doing the best he can. But if his best is only a few hours every night, you’re not sure you can accept that. And, yet, you also can’t find it in you to truly, with all your heart, reject it as well.

He needs to prove his devotion to you in another way. A risky thought then tiptoes into your mind. Gulping down the lump in your throat, you take a deep breath and ask, “Could you do me a tiny favour?”

Jungkook’s hesitant to meet your gaze. He glances at you through his peripherals, otherwise keeping his gaze locked on your breasts. Whether he’s trying to distract himself or not, you still push them out a bit in hopes that they will grant you the “yes” you’re hoping to hear.

He nods.

With a little kiss upon his cheek, you stroke his shoulder with the soft tips of your fingers and ask, “Would you please escort me to my sister’s wedding?”

He turns his head away from you. Staring across at the other side of the garden, Jungkook withdraws from you. His hands fall off your frame as he heavily sighs. You press yourself against him, trying to regain his attention but he only shakes his head.

“Acting cute won’t make this any easier,” he grumbles.

You huff and slouch against him. “How about just the rehearsal dinner?” You try to negotiate. When he rolls his eyes, you quickly add, “I’ll be stuck with Kyon and honestly I don’t think I handle another minute of his incorrect reilieration about history.”

Jungkook snaps his head towards you at the mention of another man. You cock a brow to which he only scoffs at. “You’re being obnoxious,” he seethes. “And unbelievably selfish.”

“So?” you question before you can stop yourself. His words sting, slicing through your confidence all too easily. There isn’t much room for thinking and even if there was, he would be listening to them anyways. So, you might as well say what you want out loud. “Was it not selfish of you to make me wait-”

“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath. “I’m not going to repeat myself, (Y/N). You can’t keep telling me that you trust me only to keep bringing this up. I was busy. You had to wait. It didn’t kill you.”

Your tears have returned. He rolls his eyes at the sight. Whatever remnants of your heart you thought you had has been obliviated. “You make me feel so loved,” you whisper as your hands retract from his body.

Jungkook’s expression disarms all hostility. His eyes reflect regret but you’ve heard, seen all you need to.

“But why do you only make me feel this way when we’re naked?”

“You’re not naked,” he’s quick to reply.

It’s your turn to scoff. How can a god be this dense? “Aren’t I, though? Tell me, Jeon Jungkook, whose thoughts are open for the other to hear? Who is the one waiting, praying for the other’s attention? Who has been bare since first glance on the stupid balcony you left last night?”

Before he couldn’t meet your eye out of disinterest, but now he avoids your gaze out of guilt. Yes, you’ve been obnoxious, selfish, maybe even a little entitled. However, you’ve had a god to yourself for months. You’ve had endless moments of ecstasy that only end in soft cuddles and whispered sweet nothings into the night. Is wanting that attention when the sun hasn’t set yet too much to ask?

Jungkook parts his lips to reply when his eyes suddenly shoot up. He sits up, almost knocking you off his lap and snaps his head towards the very pathway you came from.

“(Y/N)!”

You gasp upon hearing your mother’s voice. The clicks of her heels draw further towards you and before you can look at Jungkook and ask what you should do, what you should say, you’re thrown into the fountain.

Ice cold waves engulf you as you inhale a good chunk of the fountain. Your lungs burn from the accidental intake of water. You only just get your hands under you and sit yourself up and out of the water as quickly as you can. Familiar shouts ring in the distance. Coughing up the fountain, you push your hair back and look around the garden.

Your mother is staring at you in utter shock, screaming at you to come out but refusing to help you herself. As you try to lift yourself up, you find the water has returned to its usual clarity and that Jungkook is nowhere to be found. He seriously left you to almost drown in the fountain by yourself? He’d be lucky to get more than a kiss from your tomorrow night. You can’t believe he has the audacity to yell at you then let you there like that. In a fit of anger, you send a lashing string after lashing string of profanities to him in the form of a prayer.

“Miss (L/N)!”

Your blood chills. Hands on the lip of the fountain, you turn towards his voice. Fully dressed in a dark blue suit, his wings nowhere to be found, and dry hair pulled back a neat ponytail, Jungkook rushes over to you. His strong hands settle on your waist before he effortlessly scoops you out.

All you can do is stare. Mouth agape, eyes vacant, you try to figure out why the hell he made himself all presentable and left you looking like a mess. You want to whisper your profanities and swear that he will never touch your ass for leaving you in such a mess, but all you can find yourself saying is, “Mr. Jeon.”

His eyes shoot to the sky as your mother rushes towards you. Nothing is making sense and you only wish you can read his mind to know what to do next.

“Goodness, (Y/N),” your mother hisses as she rushes towards you. “Cover yourself!”

Looking down at your bust, you gasp. Oh, right, he tore it. Crossing your arms over your chest, you look up at him and glare. But Jungkook only takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. It’s only when you feel your mother’s arms around you do you realize that you’re shivering.

“What have you done to yourself now?” she whispers in your ear.

Her eyes then settle on Jungkook. That look graces her face. That look of assessment. She’s scanning the unknown god up and down, looking for signs of wealth, status, and reliability. It doesn’t take her long to innocently smile and fall victim to his beauty, “Thank you kindly, Mr. Jeon.”

He bows his head then turns to you and says, “I told you not to sit on the edge.” Jungkook fakes a polished chuckle. He shakes his head at you when your eyes narrow at him. “I told her, Mrs. (L/N), I told her the marble is slippery. But, Miss (L/N) just had to get a better look at those flowers.”

You glance back at the fountain with your mother, finding an array of tiger lilies floating in the bowl. All this trouble to explain why you’re wet? You look back at him cautiously and wonder what the end of this conversation is meant to look like.

“Yes, she loves flowers,” your mother sighs. She then sets her sights on Jungkook once more and asks, “Jeon… I’m not sure I know of the Jeons. Are you from out of town?”

Jungkook charms your mother instantly with that kind, toothy smile of his. He nods and compliments her quick wits, to which she laughs, then explains, “I’m visiting for the wedding.”

The wedding? Does that mean?

“Miss (L/N) invited me. I’m rather glad to have run into you, Mrs. (L/N) as I was hoping to ask permission to escort your daughter to the wedding.”

One of your hands, previously covering your right breast, shoots up to cover your mouth out of utter shock. Did he orchestrate all this just to agree to your favour? You hope you haven’t guilted him into it. You’ve done that to get him here and admit to your relationship; you already regret doing that. You just hope he’s acting on his own accord right now.

Jungkook shoots you a wink as your mother fixes the jacket so that your uncovered breast is concealed once more. Sighing of relief, you offer him a grateful smile.

“Are you sure?” Your mother suddenly asks, looking back to Jungkook. “(Y/N) is the one you want to escort?”

He glances at you and smiles. “Miss (L/N) the one and only thing I’m always sure about.”

Your mother raises a brow at you. She smells something fishy, knows something is off about this entire encounter. You watch her carefully as she looks between you and Jungkook. And when you expect her to refuse, to lecture you in front of him, your mother adopts an opposite approach. She smiles upon the two of you and shifts you closer to Jungkook.

“I would be delighted to have you escort my daughter, Mr. Jeon,” she beams. “Do you mind walking (Y/N) to the carriages? I cannot let her go back and drip all over the Barbury’s rugs.”

Jungkook offers you his elbow, returning your mother’s smile. “It would be my pleasure.”

You stumble towards Jungkook, your mother practically pushing you into him. With a shaky hand, you take his arm and let him guide you out of the maze. After a turn or two within the tall hedges, you part your lips to ask him what he thinks he’s doing.

However, Jungkook fills the silence before you can. “I’ll buy you an entire bouquet of lilies, darling. Just promise me to never fall into a fountain again,” he laughs, exaggerating the volume of his voice.

This time, you pick up on his hints and realize that your mother must still be close by if he’s still putting up such an act. “I promise it won’t happen again, Mr. Jeon,” you innocently reply.

A smirk, you know is real, graces his features. He walks you around the manor and to the front of the house before breaking out of this noble character of his. “I think she bought it. Your mother is a very suspicious woman.”

You scoff. “That’s just one of many titles she holds,” you mumble under your breath. As you walk towards your family’s carriage, you can’t help but ask, “Why did you do that?”

Jungkook stops you before the door and takes both your hands in his. Those amused eyes linger around your exposed breasts. He chuckles a bit at the way you arch your back to keep them there, making you giggle along with him.

“Are you happy?”

You pause. Is that why he did this? To make you happy?

“Are you?”

He gives you a pointed look. “Answer the question, (Y/N).”

“Are you just doing this to make me happy, Jungkook?” You ask instead. “Because I will go back to her and tell her that we were both in that fountain and-”

“So what if I am?” He cuts you off. “I want you to be happy, (Y/N). Why is that so wrong?”

It’s not. There’s nothing wrong with him wanting you to be happy. But you want him to be happy with his decision. You’ve forced him into admitting things and meeting you. You don’t want to force him into this too. You want him to want to take you, to want to be with you. That is what true happiness is to you. It’s Jungkook unconditionally wanting you the way you unconditionally want him.

Jungkook cups your face. Leaning his forehead against yours, he whispers, “I’m sorry I make you think I don’t want you just as much as you want me.” His nose brushes against yours, hitching your breath as he presses himself against you and continues in a breathy whisper, “Watching you cry breaks me in ways I can’t describe. And being the reason for your tears just destroys me, (Y/N). I’ll do anything to see you smile again.”

Then, he presses his lips upon yours, reaching for the carriage door behind you. When he pulls away, he doesn’t give you a chance to reply, ushering you into your seat. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, baby,” he smiles.

You’ve misjudged him for the third time tonight. Thinking he doesn’t care for you, thinking he left you, and thinking he doesn’t want you. All you can do now is pray that he forgives you for all the curses you’ve hurled his way.

He chuckles and places kisses on both your hands. “It was very amusing actually.”

You nod. “I’m sure.” But, you’re still sorry.

With one last round of kisses over your knuckles, Jungkook promises, “I won’t be late.”

“I’ll be waiting regardless,” you immediately reply.

The next three words are on the tip of your tongue. He can almost hear them, judging by the twitch of his brows. You don’t have a chance to say them though as he clears his throat and shuts the door. You watch him from the window, shakily exhaling.

Jungkook calls the coachmen. The carriage jerks forward. The lasting image of his smirk, those sweet eyes and that muscular frame is all you try to see. However, in seconds, he’s pulled from view. The only memory you have of him remains with that sacrilegious confession in a fountain of fantasies.

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cause i’m high, chewing on your taste : harry styles imagine

warnings: SO MUCH filth. sub!harry. h in fishnets. pegging. and more. word count: 6k+

The room is hot. So hot. His own sharp breathing and the puffs coming out of his mouth ring in his ears and he feels his chest tighten with adrenaline. Harry keeps thrusting his hips and the throaty groans fills the room as his cock repeatedly make contact with the cold sheets. He can feel the sweat running down his chest and back, and the ones racing each other down his calves create damp spots on the bed, mixing in with the sticky, glistening precum.

His pink mouth forms an ‘o’ as he keeps one hand on the bed and brings the other to his nipples and starts tweaking them. Without slowing down his movements, he briefly glances back, towards where she’s watching him with hungry eyes.

"Fuck," he lets out when she brings the pink dildo up to her mouth and licks the tip without breaking eye contact. She's holding it by the silicone balls, circling the object around her now spit-covered lips.

She comes closer and Harry feels the wind from her movement hit his back.

"Slow down. Don't come yet," she mutters, and puts the dildo at his feet and he falls on the bed, face and cock down.

"Mmm," Harry lets out, eyes closed and the sweat on his forehead makes him feel like he’s drowning in salt water.

"Ready?" she kneels on the bed and drags a finger down his sweaty back.

Harry feels spent as his cock keeps twitching where it's squeezed between the sheets and his body.

"Please just- just do something," he mumbles, trying to form coherent words but they all come out slurred as his body feels like there are hundreds of ants crawling on him.

"I will. I'll take care of you baby. I promise."

When he slightly lifts his heavy head from the now-sweaty pillow, she’s reaching his side of the bedside table and he watches her in awe as she rummages around.

Her boobs are almost spilling out of the lace bra, the thin material doing nothing to cover her hardening nipples that are peeking out from the see-through fabric. Her hips look delicious, peeking from the sides of her thong and her pussy is barely covered with the fabric. Harry glances down at the crotch and sees the lips overlapping over the fabric due to how tiny it is and he feels his cock twitch at the sinful sight. When she finds whatever she was looking for, she turns to Harry's spent frame on the bed and hums.

"You going to be a good boy, hm?"

He looks up and whines at her, eyes almost closed and cock still oozing out precum.

"Feel like someone's punched my dick," he mutters and her eyes catches the movement of his dry lips.

She chuckles and Harry gets a chance to look at what she's been holding in her hand. A bottle of half-empty lube and a pink, glittery buttplug -one they mostly use on her- that he knows she's sterilised the night before. At the sight of it, Harry feels his puckered hole clench in eagerness and a thrill of excitement runs through his body.

They rarely do this. It's always Harry taking care of her and her body. But there's a side of Harry that loves to be taken care of- properly. That side of him loves to be babied, sometimes to be punished, and to feel small, vulnerable... available. Open to anything she is willing to give him, do to him. He's never trusted anyone this much to let them see this side of him before. He knows the media and the fans, they all have various perceptions of him; different fantasies and rumours. But Harry's only himself, truly himself, whenever it's her taking care of him and they both give no fucks about what people may think about their sex life. Also, it’s not like they talk about it with others. Harry feels comfortable enough in his skin and himself in general and he's truly happy to have a strong, equally confident woman to accompany himself while he explores everything there's to be explored regarding sex and touching in general.

"Ready?"

Her voice cut through the little bubble he was in and he raises his head to have a look at what she's doing.

The plug she was holding is now on the bedside table and she gets on the bed. Harry lets her pull his legs apart and she places her body between them.

He hisses when his dick makes contact with the sheets while he turns, and she touches the back of his thigh, as if to calm him down. If only, her touch riles him up more and he feels his dick giving a twitch in interest.

"Please do something, 'm so hard."

"I will, just be patient,” she promises, warm breath hitting his ass and his bum clenches on instinct at the feeling.

She pulls them apart and her pussy tingles at the sight of his hole, now clenching and unclenching due to the attention that is being given to it. She presses a wet kiss on his left cheek and Harry thrusts up his hips.

"Come on, love. Give it a kiss. Give me somehtin',"

"Get on all fours, please."

He obeys and she gets a better look at his hole with the new position.

"Mm, look so good," she licks a long stripe from the balls up to his hole and pleasure runs through his whole body, especially the tip of his cock.

She backs away slightly and admires the now-darkened and spit covered patch of hair there.

"God I'm dripping just by looking at your hole," she mutters, all quiet as if she's letting Harry in on a secret. "Want more?"

"Yes, yes yes yes. Give me more."

She surges forward and noses at his balls. Her mouth fills with saliva at the musky scent and she brings out her tongue giving generous licks to his balls before she brings her tongue upwards and presses it on his hole.

"Oh fuck, baby,” Harry groans, toes curling at the sensation.

It slightly feels odd but a good kind of odd, Harry decides. He wants to reach for his cock, maybe give it a squeeze, but with the feeling of saliva running down his ass he decides to stay still and enjoy whatever is being given to him.

She starts circling her tongue around his rim and he goes crazy. He’s a blabbering, whimpering mess and it makes her want to give him more.

“Do you like it?” She asks in between licks and a ‘nngh’ leaves Harry’s mouth, pressing his ass into where he knows her face is.

Her mouth makes wet sounds as she keeps licking into his rim, her hands on the cheeks, keeping them apart for easy access. She feels herself getting worked up at the savoury taste of his ass and the way the hair between his cheeks makes her tongue feel slightly numb. Feeling more confident, she licks her middle finger, coating it well with her spit and circles it around the rim. He starts squirming- as much as he can, and a series of ‘more’s leave his mouth as his hips attempt to thrust, to help her finger glide around the rim easier.

She doesn’t give him more though. She brings her hand to her mouth again, licking a long stripe along the palm and bringing it to his cock. He starts panting as she gives his cock, now very erect against his stomach, two very slow tugs.

“You’re so hard... god,” she muses.

She can’t even see his full length due to their position but she knows he’s oozing precum from his possibly very pink tip. To confirm her thoughts, she rubs her index finger on the tiny slit and smirks at the warm liquid. Ignoring Harry’s whimpers, she brings the hand back to his ass and smears the tiny dollop of precum on his rim.

“Jesus, if you don’t put that fuckin’ finger in me,” Harry snaps, but she slaps his left bum cheek at the sudden outburst, sending a vibration to his cock.

“I told you to be good, didn’t I? Do you want to jerk that cock off yourself? Or bend backwards and fuck your ass with your own tongue?”

“Fuck, ‘m sorry,” he pants and she hears the roughness in his voice. “Please baby, I’m so worked up.”

“Patience.”

When he doesn’t feel either a tongue or a finger against him, he glances back and finds her with a pair of fishnet tights in her hands.

They maintain eye contact for a couple of seconds and Harry’s eyes keep blinking slowly, giving away how spent he already feels but he perks up as soon as Y/N waves the garment in her hands.

“Wanna put this on?”

He gulps and changes his position, coming to sit in front of her, knees touching. He stares at the tights for another second then she grabs him by the neck, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Their teeth clash, all muffled moans and breaths, and Harry takes the tights from her hands, letting her lick his bottom lip before they part.

“Good boy,” she encourages him and drags a finger down the patch of hair between his ferns.

As he puts his legs through the fishnet, he shudders at how the fabric makes his legs itch and when they're fully on, her eyes widen at the obscene look of his cock. Trapped in the fishnet, his cock rests on his belly and she reaches forward to touch the tip where a part of the skin is peeking through the holes.

"Jesus, your cock's dripping."

"Please," he's all whines and pleas and she wants to give it to him, she really does.

"Get on the bed, like before."

Harry places himself on the bed, on all fours just like before and she comes close to brush his sweaty hair back. He looks up at the loss of touch and watches her reach for the buttplug on the bedside table.

He thinks back to the first time they used it. Harry remembers how nervous he had been the night before and how she repeatedly reassured him that they could just use it on her or not use it at all. But he had been determined. It wouldn't be the first time his ass would get special treatment. Harry's never shied away from any of his kinks; he liked things that others- especially men would consider as freaky or weird. So what he liked when his girlfriend put a finger up his ass? Or when she used her tongue?

They've also been toying with the buttplug idea. It started off as a joke when he took it out of her one time, the muscle clenching around nothing, and put it in his mouth, tongue darting out to swirl around the wet plug obscenely. He remembers how hot and turned on he felt under her hungry gaze and at the taste of salty and cold metal in his mouth.

When he hears the familiar sound of a lid closing, he perks up and his eyes search for her.

“Okay, baby. I want you to relax now,” she declares, as she uses her lube-coated finger to push in between one of the holes of the fishnet tights and tease around his rim, without pushing her finger in.

It’s too much for Harry. The fishnet feels tight around his legs and he groans at the feeling of the fabric stretching on his bottom half as she keeps massaging the area around his rim. “Fuck, please. More,” he whimpers and tries to glance down at his trapped cock inside the fishnet.

“What do you want? Want me to put it in?”

“Yes, please just- put it in.”

Harry’s whimpers fill the room, legs shaking from anticipation, and she finally presses her lubed up finger into his rim, watching in awe as his hole quite literally sucks her finger in. She presses harder, now fully putting it in, and he cries out in pleasure.

“Good?” She asks but Harry’s too gone to form any coherent words.

He lets out a ‘nngh’ and pushes his ass back into the finger as he starts fucking himself with her index finger. She too feels herself getting worked up, her pussy getting wetter by the second at the sight of him pushing his fishnet-clad ass back and forth and without thinking, she brings her other hand down her thong, collecting her wetness and rubbing the nub with her middle finger.

“Look at you,” she whispers and Harry lets out another moan. “Harry Styles getting his arse finger-fucked. Mmm, keep going baby.”

“Oh fuck, so good. Give me more, come on,” Harry starts begging, ass never slowing its movement.

Her finger feels like it’s ripping something apart in him, the rim feeling slightly sensitive as the lube starts losing its effect. She collects more of her wetness and takes her hand out of her knickers, careful not to lose any of it as she brings her fingers to his rim. “Gonna put another finger in, that okay?”

Despite not being able to see his face, she watches as he nods his head and lets out another whimper. She licks her lips at the sight of his hole loosening up as she takes her finger out, and his rim clenches around nothing. Before adding another finger, she smears her wetness she’s collected from her pussy, watching as he shakes his ass in slight movements as if to help her spread the wetness better. Deciding against more lube, she presses both fingers in his hole but this time, Harry takes it like a champ as profanities fall from his mouth.

“God, baby you’re making me so, so wet. Look at you,” she whispers and the filthy words go straight to his cock.

“I need to touch it, please,” he whimpers and holding himself up with one hand, he brings the other one down to his cock without waiting for her reply.

He touches the hardened length through the fabric, precum extending to the heel of his hand in the process.

He feels her palm numbing up due to the uncomfortable fabric, but before he can continue to rub his cock through the fishnets, her free hand slaps his sweaty back. “What are you doing?”

He whimpers, “I- I just need something, ‘m so hard,” and his head falls as he feels his chest tighten at how worked up he is.

She spreads the sweat with her palm and brings it towards his ass. “You’re such a brat, Harry. Look at you squirming under your girlfriend’s touch. What would people say if they saw how desperate you were to get your cock played with while your girl’s fingering your ass, huh?”

He lets out a loud moan as he imagines people watching him take it from behind. Harry could be a lot of things in bed; a dom who can fuck his lover into the sheets and make her cry out in both pain and pleasure, a sub who’s willing to take some fingers up his ass and submit to his lover’s orders, a kinky little shit who liked both to choke and to be choked… but he was also a shameless bastard who could get off to the thought of people watching him getting dominated and fingered by her hot as fuck girlfriend.

Goosebumps appear on his dampened skin as her short fingernails travel from his back, down to his waist, stopping there and applying pressure until tiny crescents appear just below his waist. Harry tries to moan but only a gasp of breath leaves his mouth. As he tries arching his back as much as he can while on all fours, she gets her fingers back to work. Her two fingers find his already loose hole and presses them inside, earning a grunt from Harry as her name falls from his lips.

She smirks despite knowing he can’t see it and starts scissoring her fingers, coaxing him open.

“You good?” She asks, her warm breath hitting his ass as she gets closer and closer to lean her forehead on it.

Harry’s proper squirming under the touch, ass feeling like it’s being ripped open and cock still longing for her touch, mouth, tongue… anything really. Despite the pain his dick is causing him, the pleasure inside his ass outweighs it and a ‘fuck, yeah’ leaves his mouth.

“I’ll stop now,” she hums and slowly retracts her fingers.

The obscene sight of her fingers coming out of him sends a wave of pleasure to her pussy and a ‘fuck’ leaves her own mouth.

She then reaches the buttplug on the bedside table, Harry lifting up his head to watch the movement. She takes it in her hand and then presses the other on his back, wordlessly encouraging him to relax as she finds the lube and coats his rim generously. Without any warning, she pushes it in, the plug going in without much effort since his puckered hole is all wet and loose thanks to her tongue and fingers. He lets out a cry and a series of ‘fuck’s, panting as she keeps pushing the plug further in, to prevent it from slipping out of him. As uncomfortable as it feels at first, he also feels turned on and the hardness in the fishnet tights explains everything.

“Good boy, all full now,” she murmurs and Harry turns his head towards her, watching as she shuts her eyes and her wet fingers travel to her mouth.

He decides to turn half of his body rather than only his face, not wanting to miss anything. Feeling full with the plug inside him, he, in a way, crawls on his knees and the plug moves slightly as his buttcheeks rub each other while doing so.

“Gonna lick it?” she asks, motioning the fingers that were inside him a minute ago, all wet and sticky.

He nods his head, all doe-eyed and waits for his prize as she opens her own mouth, swirling her tongue around her fingers. When she opens her eyes, Harry’s eyes following the movement of her tongue, not wanting to miss how she makes a show of sucking them. They make eye contact and she sees the hunger in his eyes, hair now sticking to his forehead from all the sweating.

“Come get a taste, big boy,” she murmurs as soon as she takes them out of her mouth and the filthy suggestion would make Harry cum right then and there if he didn’t know better.

He’s now fully in front of her, knees still on the bed, and he opens his mouth. She gives another lick to her fingers for show and brings them to Harry’s mouth, pressing down on the back of his tongue as he closes his mouth around her fingers.

“Look at you,” she pants when she feels him suck on them and it sends a shiver down her body to her pussy.

He keeps sucking on the fingers, ignoring the savoury taste of them and he watches with slit-eyes as she reaches and tweaks one of his nipples.

God, even his nipples were hard. He loved it. He went crazy for it whenever she played with his nipples. Even in the mellow light of the room, she notices how his pupils enlarge as soon as her fingers make contact with his now hardened nipples. She keeps pinching and rubbing the nub between her thumb and index finger and takes her fingers out of his mouth.

“Look at that cock, baby. God, you’re so hard,” she’s now admiring the sight in front of her, feeling close to tears from the wetness she’s been feeling inside the thong.

Harry’s in front of her, knees bent and his hard length squeezed between the waist of his fishnet tights and his lower stomach. The tip faces upwards, already reddened from the rush of blood and still leaking precum all over and from the holes of the fabric. She reaches and touches her index finger from between one of the holes to the tip, trying to gather as much as she can from the slit. He hisses, his hands coming to grab her wrist as he tries to hold onto something.

She leans forward, pecking the corner of his mouth, and licks his bottom lip as he lets out a whine. When he tries grabbing one of her boobs with, to play with and squeeze them, she’s the one grabbing her wrist this time.

“No. If you touch me without my permission,” she starts, twitching one of his nipples and he hisses. “We’ll have to cage that beautiful cock.”

He whimpers at the provocative threat, head falling back as Y/N glances down at his balls, mouth watering at the sight of them trapped under the fishnet. “God, look at you,” she whispers dreamily and lowers herself until her face is level with his balls.

At the anticipation of what’s coming next, he bites down hard on his bottom lip and lets out a series of ‘fuck’s and ‘shit’s. Satisfied with how worked up he looks, she surges forward licks a long stripe up his cock, the fishnet feeling like a barrier between her tongue and his balls. Regardless, he looks down, watching her tongue at work as he whines at the feeling of her pink, warm tongue on his sensitive balls.

He tries bucking up his hips and she takes her mouth off of his balls. “Don’t be a brat, now. Come on, lay on your back for me.”

All doe-eyed and parted mouth, Harry obeys and moves on the bed, laying on his back. He hisses when he feels the plug up his ass and tries to find a position better suited for him with the plug all snug inside him.

She watches as he gulps, eyes glued to her face, body, especially her hard nipples that are peeking through the lace. He wants to reach and touch them, put his mouth on them, squeeze them. He then glances down, eyes focusing on her pussy. He knows she’s soaking inside.

He knows, if he were to reach and run a finger through that cunt, his finger would be coated with her wetness and God, he would give anything at this moment to have a taste. He imagines his cock, his hard, aching cock rubbing between her walls, the pink tip getting soaked with her wetness as he spreads it further around her pussy. And then he would get inside that cunt, slowly pushing and pushing and pushing until his cock is buried deep, so deep inside her. And she would scream, beg, as he keeps fucking into her, her fingers scratching his back, leaving red, painful marks.

Then, without stopping the movement of his hips for a second, he would reach down and take one of her nipples inside his warm mouth, pink lips wrapping around the sensitive nub. He would suck on it until the flesh looked all red, dotted like a strawberry and then he would use his teeth, biting into it hard, so hard until she squirms under him asking for mercy. As he keeps imagining the ways he would own her body, fuck her senseless and dominate her, he is surprised by a light smack on her knee. His eyes dart back to her face and sees her tongue darting out like a kitten, to wet her lips.

“Good?” She asks, her tone free from any teasing. She reaches forward and pushes his hair back.

He nods and his eyes widen as soon as he spots the pink, rubbery object in her other hand that she was sucking on minutes before.

“Shit,” he lets out, voice hoarse and it makes her smirk.

She helps him part his legs and sits knees bent between them, bringing the dildo up to her mouth. And at the sight, Harry wishes someone would cut his balls and dick off so that he wouldn’t think of coming.

“Touch me,” he whimpers and she sucks on the dildo harder.

“Mm,” she takes it out. “I will. I’ll give it to you. You want that?”

There’s saliva dripping down her chin and he thinks it’s so fucking hot. He grips the sheets under him so that his arms don’t reach out and touch her wet chin.

“Yes,” he whines. “Yes, fuck, please. Please fuck me. It hurts-”

“I will. I will fuck you. I’ll fuck your little hole baby,” she helps him raise his legs so that his rim is visible to her. “I’ll fuck it just like you fuck my ass. You deserve it, don’t you?”

“Shit, please… please fuck my ass,” Harry babbles on, hands gripping the sheets tighter. He wants to rip out the plug in his ass and push it back in. In and out, in, out, until he’s satisfied.

She swirls her tongue around the thick dildo, coating it with saliva further and reaches for the forgotten lube on the bed. As the bottle opens and closes, the familiar sound makes Harry perk up and he lets out another whimper, knowing so well what’s coming next. He lifts up his legs and puts his arms underneath them for support while his buttcheeks part at the movement, the plug peeking between the cheeks.

She reaches down and traces the metal with her fingertips, making Harry groan at the sensation that spreads around his whole body. She hums, giving another look at him before she grabs the plug by the head.

“Ssh, Harry. Relax,” she whispers, voice as soft as silk, then proceeds to take it out of him and when she’s taking the plug out, the wetness from his ass coats some of the strings of the fishnet. It comes out easily, leaving the ring of muscle behind all loose, clenching around nothing, so open and ready for something else to fill him up again.

Harry keeps begging and begging, voice nearly gone, over and over again as she throws the plug on the floor mindlessly and grabs the pink, already lubed up dildo.

She gently touches his feet. “Hey, look at me.”

Despite the gentle touch and her coaxing, Harry doesn’t reply, green eyes focused on the dildo.

“Ready for something bigger, hm?”

“Yes,” he pants. “Fuck. ‘m ready. So fuckin’ ready.”

He tries shifting his bottom half as if he would feel the long object inside him if he were closer to it. Before she puts anything near his ass, she reaches with one hand and swiftly rips the fabric around the bottom area, gaining her a better access to his ass. They both startle at the sound of the fabric being torn apart and Harry more than her, feels his balls tighten at the dirtiness of it.

Grinning at his eagerness, she coats his rim with more lube just in case, earning a breathless ‘ah’ from Harry. “Doing so, so good for me.”

“Yeah?” He pants, arms grabbing his legs tighter.

“Yeah, baby,” she whispers and rubs the dildo around his rim, collecting more lube on the pink object. “Such a good boy for me.”

“Fuck. Thank you, thankyouthankyou,” he practically melts under the praise. “Fuck me, please, fuck me,” he whimpers under her touch and she pushes it in, watching in awe at how easily the dildo disappears in his ass.

It’s so hot, she thinks. Watching his boyfriend, his strong, buff boyfriend take a pink dildo up his ass. It’s such a hot contrast; his strong body in such a vulnerable situation. It’s not only hot physically, but also hot because she knows he trusts her the most with something like this, just like how she only trusts him with a lot of things; especially in bed.

“How’s it feel, baby?” She asks, hand continuing its movement as the dildo is being pumped in and out of him.

“So fuckin’ good,” he pants and closes his eyes, sweat travelling down and pooling in the corners of his eyes.

She takes the dildo out slowly, earning an ‘ah’ from Harry and she pushes it back in, circling it inside his ass. His tiny hole is now widened around the glistening dildo, taking whatever she’s willing to give. As the dildo is slowly fucks Harry’s ass, their eyes meet as if on cue, and Harry bites down his bottom lip.

“Look at you baby,” she praises him again, knowing the praise will go straight to his cock. “Taking this cock so well.”

“Fuck, yes, keep fucking me,” he lifts up his hips and tries to match her hand, the dildo coming in and out of his hole like a dream.

She looks down and curses at the way Harry’s ass is taking the pink dildo. She decides to give him more, and speeds up as she fucks the dildo into him harder. The room is filled with his ‘ah’s and ‘uh’s and the wet, squirting noises that comes from his ass as she keeps fucking him harder. He cries out all of a sudden and she tries stopping her wrist but he protests.

“You okay?” Her free hand stroking the back of his thigh that is secured under his arms.

“Yeah, just felt- felt so good, keep goin’,” he pants and tries to move his hips up.

She listens to him and the dildo starts coming in and out of him as his breaths once again fill her ears. She slows down, pressing it harder and just like she’s guessed, Harry cries out again.

She chuckles and the dildo keeps drilling him, fucking him as hard as she thinks he can take. “Found it.”

“Do that again,” he mumbles and Y/N’s eyes fall to his lips, all red and plump from being chewed on.

She obliges, pushing it deeper until the dildo reaches his prostate. A loud, throaty groan erupts from Harry and his hips try to match the movement of the dildo. She keeps it going, Harry a whimpering mess, and with her free hand she reaches for his wrist that’s under his thighs, and brings it up to his nipples. His ass keeps taking the dildo while he obeys her wordless encouragement and starts twisting his already hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He twists and tweaks, squeezes and rubs them both, her watching them get all puffy with the attention he’s giving them.

“Come on, fuck yourself with it,” she whispers and glances down at his ass, the dildo keeps loosening up the rim with his quick thrusts.

He looks like a sin, all worked up with his ass wide open, at her mercy and she tries twisting the dildo inside his ass to create more friction. She can’t also help but feel her pussy nearly hurting deep inside from arousal as she watches her boyfriend enjoy a thick dildo, basically a cock inside him. She also notices how miserable and trapped his cock looks in between his legs. It looks so obscene, messy, and dirty under the fishnet that now only covered his cock, legs, everywhere except his ass and cheeks. She knows he’s close. She can see the tip of his cock turning a shade of deep red and the slit is probably still oozing precum, waiting for some sweet relief.

He keeps his thrusts up and she wants to reach and take him into her mouth. She wants to feel that one, thick vein under his cock on her tongue, twitching inside. As she imagines sucking his cock, Harry starts begging for relief. He’s letting out cries, whines and his hair, now longer, is all sticky on his forehead.

“I wanna cum, please, can I cum?” he begs and she wants to applaud him for still managing to fuck himself with the dildo.

Without any warnings, she stops her wrist and throws the dildo somewhere behind her. She’s only focused on one thing: Harry’s throbbing cock. She doesn’t even give him any chance to protest at the loss of contact, only hissing as he feels the sensitive rim clench around nothing, and watches her with wide eyes as she proceeds to rip the fishnet further, freeing his cock completely from the fabric.

“Oh fuck me!” He lets out a cry, his balls jiggling as soon as the fabric is ripped apart while his cock lays still between a forest of hair, all hard and veiny.

As soon as she gets her mouth on him, he brings his hands to her hair and starts bucking up his hips, wanting to bury his cock deeper and deeper inside her mouth. She takes him out of her mouth despite his protests and spits into her palm, bringing it to his balls and squeezing them as she makes eye contact with Harry. His eyes look almost black, pupils enlarged immensely, and he parts his mouth as series of profanities leave his mouth in choked breaths.

“Choke me while I make you cum with my mouth.”

“Fuck, you serious?” He hoarsely asks, just in case.

All he gets in return though is a nod and a warm, wet mouth of hers as she sucks deeper and deeper, coating his hard cock with saliva.

“Fuck baby, yeah, okay.”

He brings his hands to her neck and places them around it, feeling her necklace. Before he applies any pressure, he watches how his cock disappears inside her mouth and he feels the blood rush to his body when she keeps making these wet, dirty sounds. It’s almost like she’s starving and his cock is the first meal she’s had in days. He decides to squeeze around her neck, watching as it only makes her suck harder and deeper.

“Fuck, jus’ like that. You’re killing me,” he moans and she hums around his cock, the vibrations making him buck into her mouth.

“Harder, choke m’harder,” she mutters, words all jumbled around his cock and he obeys, choking as hard as he can with the pleasure that is bubbling in his stomach. He squeezes harder and harder until she’s a moaning mess on his cock, saliva coating both her chin and neck as well as Harry’s cock and he watches as her eyes bulge with the pressure around her neck.

“Gon’ cum, baby.”

She sucks and slurps, and he fucks into her mouth in sloppy movements, hands still around her neck. She darts her tongue out and alternates between sucks and licks, especially the underside of his cock where the vein is. When she comes up to the tip, she sucks around it, careful not to use too much teeth and he goes crazy, hips thrusting up. As he chokes her harder, his whole body shakes like he’s having a stroke and it feels so good, so, so good. He stops applying any pressure but keeps his hands around her neck as he cums in her mouth. She nearly chokes as some of it hits the back of her mouth and she makes a show of showing the white, salty liquid in her mouth.

Harry’s still shaking with pleasure, hand going to his cock to jerk off the last remnants of his cum. He collects some of it- mostly her saliva, and brings it up to her face, spreading it on her cheeks and neck. She closes her mouth and swallows as Harry watches in awe. Some of it stays on the corner of her mouth, stuck, cheeks and neck glistening with the mixture of his cum and saliva.

“You look so fuckin’ hot I can come at the sight of it,” he whispers, thumb reaching to rub her bottom lip. She hums and leans into the touch, making him smile.

“Fuck,” he lets out and they both chuckle. “The only person I’d let fuck my ass.”

“You’ll burn in hell,” she murmurs, head going down to rest on his thigh, right next to his cock which still looks half hard. When they make eye contact, they’re all tired smiles and sweaty skin.

He can’t help but press a kiss to her temple despite the sweat. “I love you.”

“Ditto.”

A moment passes, her head still resting against his thigh and Harry keeps caressing her cheek as much as he can despite the position they’re in.

“Psst,” he whispers and she looks up, eyebrows raised in and he continues, “You didn’t cum.”

She hums and smacks her lips. When she doesn’t say anything, he pinches her hip.

“Come ride my face.”

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @silent-potato @whathamelon @unknown5tar @ajhdr @mrcarbonatedmilk @curieouscapt

warnings: unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), y/n is kinda odd but in a good way, thigh riding (? Sort of.

“Please, Yuta. I need you.” You pleaded, falling onto your knees as you held onto his hand.

“Stop, people are watching.” He pulled you up, slightly vowing to the students staring at the little scene. “I’ve already told you I’m too busy with my own projects.”

“Yuta.” You whined, feeling like you were running out of options.

“I have a couple friends that might be willing to help you, but I can’t promise anything.”

As expected, all of them rejected you. Everyone was too caught up with their own work to care about yours. But one magnificent day, you found your muse. You met him at the cafeteria, he was simply eating pizza, yet he looked like a model.

He pretended not to acknowledge your piercing gaze, but as you started walking to his table he couldn't help but blush, playing anxiously with the pages of his textbook. Why was the goddess of the art department walking towards him?

“Hi, I'm y/n.” You casually sat in front of him, extending your hand towards him as if this wasn't the first time you'd seen him.

“I’m Jungwoo.” He was literally the epitome of cuteness, his pretty cheeks tinted pink and his brown locks casting shadows over his forehead.

“What’s your major?” You rested your chin over your palms, eyeing the book on the table.

“Mechanical engineering.” He surely didn't look like an engineer, but that sort of made him even more attractive.

“That's cool. So listen- wait, before that, can I grab a French fry? I'm starving.” He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together. “Thank you.”

You chewed on the savory fry, moaning at the flavor.

“So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, right!” You cleared your throat. “So for my final project, I have to paint a human portrait, but it turns out, none of my shitty friends wants to help me.” He couldn't help the small laugh escaping his lips. “Unbelievable, right? So I had no other choice but to hunt down the perfect muse by myself. I was about to give up just when I saw you, sitting here all by yourself like some mysterious rom-com guy.”

“Do you want me to be your muse?”

“Well since you're offering, I'd be more than happy to paint you.” He was about to object, but you resumed your nonstop chatting. “Of course, I’d pay for your time, not too much though, my part-time job doesn't pay that well.”

And that's pretty much how he ended up meeting you every Tuesday, sitting for two hours straight while you painted his gorgeous face. The mood was always cheerful with you around, always making small talk and provoking some smiles from him. He got to know you better during the month you spent together. Jungwoo realized you were the most authentic person he'd ever met, maybe that's why everyone on campus was so enamored by you. On the other hand, he was nothing like the shy boy you first met at the cafeteria. He was so bright, his laugh so pretty that it made you want to hear it every day.

“This is our last session.” You announced as soon as your canvas was fixed in place. “Time goes by so quickly, don't you think?”

“Yeah, sure.” You noticed the saddened expression on his face.

“What’s wrong, woo?” He loved the nickname you decided to give him on your first session, it made him feel closer to you.

“It’s just a pity that we won't get to see each other as often anymore.”

“Who says we won't?” You started moving the paintbrush over the canvas, adding the final details to your portrait.

“You still wanna hang out with me?”

“Of course I do! You're finally opening up to me, I won't risk losing the progress we've made.” His heart felt like it’d escape his chest any minute.

“I thought you were just using me for your project.” You gasped, approaching his seating place with the paintbrush still between your fingers.

“How dare you, Kim Jungwoo?” There was a dramatic pause before you painted the tip of his nose.

“You didn't.” You wiggled your eyebrows, running away from him as he stood up. “Get back here!”

“Stop!” You threatened him with your brush, back pressed against the wall. “I won't hesitate to paint you again.”

“Scary.” His chest was touching yours, faces barely centimeters away.

“Where’s the shy Jungwoo I met?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” His knee positioned between your legs, pushing against your core. “What is it with that face?”

“Have you been deceiving me from the beginning?” You tiptoed, trying to hold back the small whine threatening to fall from your lips.

“No.” He raised his knee, this time, the imminent whine managing to get past your mouth. “I really was shy around you, but you're so easy to be with. I feel like I can be myself when I'm with you.”

“By yourself, you mean your horny self?” He started moving his limb back and forth, making sure to apply pressure on the right spot.

“I wasn't planning to do this, I didn't even know you wanted to see me after your project was done.” His finger pads danced over your neck, causing goosebumps over the sensitive skin.

“Well, then, are you gonna kiss me or should I take The first step?” He giggled before attaching his mouth to yours, a variety of new sensations growing at the bottom of your stomach. “God, I wish my project would've been related to nude portraits.”

“I would've definitely called the cops if you had asked me to be your nude model.”

“Mean.” Your face inched closer to his lips once again, slightly biting into his skin.

“Are you alright with this?” He lightened up the pressure on your heat, making sure you were both on the same page.

“Yes. But I don't know about making love in a classroom, though.”

“Making love?”

“I don't like the way ‘fucking’ sounds.” He chuckled. “Would you rather have me calling it sexual intercourse?”

“Stop talking before my dick gets soft.”

He lifted you with ease, sitting on the stool you usually used with you on his lap. His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs affectionately, slowly lifting the fabric of your purple dress to reveal your panties. He wasted no time on moving them to the side, quickly using his digits to make sure you were wet enough.

You helped him undo his jeans, clumsy hands struggling to get the zipper down.

“Allow me.”

“Be gentle, alright?” You placed your hands behind his head, toying with his brown locks as he aligned himself with you. He nodded. “I need verbal confirmation, woo.”

“I promise to be gentle, y/n.” You felt his tip prodding at your small hole, bracing yourself for the imminent pain. “Look at me.”

He started sliding inside you, your fingers accidentally tugging his hair. He didn't complain, though, too immersed in your face to even notice. You glanced at him, noticing how handsome he was from up close. His eyes looked like they carried the stars- no, the whole universe, you'd definitely have to paint them one day.

“Can I move?” You nodded, holding back the smile creeping up your lips as he started thrusting upwards. “Not even in my wildest dreams would I have imagined we'd end up like this.”

“Well, I'm glad you accepted to be my model.” You let out an open-mouthed moan, his dick hitting your G-spot.

“Pill?” You nodded, letting him do all the hard work while you enjoyed yourself. “Pretty.” He kissed your throat, holding your glutes to push himself further into you.

There were no words needed to know you were both incredibly close to release, just a few more thrusts had your pussy pulsating around him, his warm cum coating your walls.

“This is the best love-making session I've ever had.” You let your body fall against his, causing him to lose balance and almost fall down. “Sorry.”

“Well, we can always repeat this. Maybe I can actually be your nude model for your next masterpiece.”

“Who is this guy?” He chuckled, the corner of his eyes picking the image of the recently painted portrait. “Don’t look!”

But he was already admiring the product of your hard work, and it was amazing, to say the least. It was a picture of him smiling, sunlight coming in through the large window panel beside him and directly hitting his face.

“If you don't get an A, I'll write a complaint.”

“I like your way of thinking. I'm getting the feeling that you and I will be a power couple, only if you want that too, of course.”

“Let’s go out for dinner and I'll think about it.”

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it takes a village

hey hey little muppets!! happy wednesday!! this is a request fill for gracerailly on ao3 who requested the poly-stics babysitting cadnis' kids.

cw/tw for depression/depressive episodes

otherwise, enjoy!!

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Cady wakes up to chattering coming through the baby monitor.

Which is unusual, because Janis usually wakes her up with their twins. But today, Janis is still in bed next to her and gives a quiet groan when she hears the noise.

“Jay?” Cady asks groggily. “What’s the matter?”

Janis groans again and flops onto her back, bringing her hands up to sign. That’s never good, Janis only uses sign language when things are especially bad for her.

“Can’t move,” she signs. “Feel… heavy. Slow. Dead.”

“Oh, my love,” Cady hums sadly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Do you think you’re having a depressive episode?”

Janis nods slowly. Cady can tell she’s using a great deal of energy to bring her hands up again. “The girls.”

“I’ll get them up for today, don’t worry about it,” Cady says immediately. “You relax. Everything’s okay.”

Janis pouts but nods again, letting her hands drop back to her side. Cady pecks her nose gently before she goes to get their daughters up.

They’re both awake, standing up in their cribs and waiting for someone to come get them ready. Both of them look her way when Cady switches the light on, with their adorable frizzy curls and sleepy blue eyes.

“Good morning, my little loves!” She says happily, going to give them their morning kisses. “Did you have good dreams?” Both twins nod happily. “Good, that makes Mama so happy.”

“Where Mommy?” Layla asks, rubbing her eyes and holding onto her stuffed elephant. Cady pauses for a second. How does she explain this in terms they can understand?

For now, a white lie won’t hurt anything. “Mommy’s still asleep, Mama gets to get you ready today.”

Leo reaches out first, so Cady grabs her and carries her over to be changed before swapping her out with Layla to do the same.

“There we go, all clean! Let’s go have breakfast,” Cady says happily, scooping them both up and carrying them downstairs to the kitchen.

“Mama?” Layla pipes up. Cady smooches her chubby little cheek a few times.

“Yes, Ladybug?”

“We hab f’uit?” Layla asks. “P’ease?”

“Yeah, of course you can have fruit,” Cady says. “Good pleases, too, that’s a good girl. Bumblebee, do you want fruit too?”

Leo just nods. She’s less of a morning person than her twin. Cady sets them both in their high chairs and buckles them in for safety, then washes some blueberries for them to eat.

Leo picks at hers, resting her elbows on her tray and holding her head in her little hands.

“What’s the matter, Lolo?” Cady asks sadly while she gives the pets their own breakfast and prepares some quick cereal for herself.

“Miss Mommy,” Leo says with a precious little pout. “Want cuddle.”

“Aww, sweetheart,” Cady says. “Mommy’s still here, she’s just upstairs. And we can go see if she wants to cuddle after breakfast.”

Leo perks up a little bit at the reminder that her mommy is still there, just not at breakfast, and starts eating her blueberries with a bit more speed. She and Layla chatter away about their plans for the day while they eat. Cady can’t quite understand what they’re saying, but she grins at the interactions regardless.

“All done,” Layla says when her blueberries are finished. Leo shoves her last few in her mouth and chews them with a nod of agreement.

“Good job, girls! Okay, let’s wash our hands and then we can go see Mommy,” Cady says. She grabs each from her chair and helps them wash the berry juice off their tiny hands, then carries them back up to the main bedroom to find Janis. “Jay? You up for a cuddle?”

Janis rolls over and gives a weak grin when she sees her whole family there waiting for her. She nods and gestures them over with a hand, so Cady sets the twins down to run over to her.

“Be gentle, girls,” she says quietly, following after them. She scoops Leo up and helps her get on the bed since she was struggling to make it. Layla sits and cuddles in on top of Janis while Leo nuzzles into her side. They both can clearly tell something’s off.

“Mommy sick?” Layla asks. “Need med’cine?”

Janis chuckles weakly and brushes a hand through Layla’s messy hair. Cady can tell it’s taking nearly all of her energy just to cuddle their babies, but Janis forces herself to keep going.

“Kind of, but medicine won’t fix it this time,” Janis says quietly. “I just need cuddles and sleep.”

“Wha’s wrong?” Leo asks, unfortunately curious. How do you explain depression to some barely two year olds? Cady thinks for a second before she tries to explain.

“You girls know how Aunt Reggie is a doctor? And she talks to people who are sad or scared or mad a lot, to help them feel better?” Cady begins. Both twins look her way and nod. “Some of the people Aunt Reggie talks to have something called depression. That’s a tough word, can you say it?”

Both girls try, sounding closer to ‘press in’ than anything else.

“Yeah, good job! But Mommy has depression too. Sometimes it makes her sad, or sometimes angry, or scared. Today it’s just making her really tired. But she’ll feel better soon, and then she can play with you again.”

“I can fissit?” Layla asks, wanting her mommy to be better now.

“You can’t fix it this time, Ladybug,” Cady says sadly. “But we can help Mommy feel better by giving her cuddles and letting her rest. We love her bunches, huh?”

Both girls nod and cuddle in again, trying to squeeze every ounce of love for their mommy into the snuggles. Layla even leans in to leave a wet, but sweet kiss on her forehead. “Mmmmwah!”

“Thank you, girls,” Janis says with a weak chuckle. “What did you have for breakfast?”

Cady knows that the twins are going to talk for a while, which buys her some time to track down a babysitter. She pulls out her phone and is about to shoot off a text to Damian before she remembers that he’s out of town visiting family. Aaron went with him, so that just leaves the Plastics. Oh boy. It’s worth a shot.

spacecadet: Hey is there any way you guys could take the smalls for the day?? Janis is having a depressive episode and I need to be able to take care of her

georgewashington: Are you sure you want us to? What about Damian?

spacecadet: He’s out of town for the week. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate, I know you’re still sorta wary of them

georgewashington: I just don’t want to hurt them, or make you guys upset. Janis would never forgive me if something happened to them because of me.

spacecadet: Regina, you don’t have to worry about stuff like that. Unless it was something major we could never be mad. And Janis does trust you, she’s just protective

georgewashington: If you’re sure, we can take them. Gretchen’s working from home today, so we’ll all be here. What should I do?

spacecadet: Oh, thank you so much!! All they’ll really need from you guys is somewhere to nap and someone to play with. I’ll pack them some toys and things they’ll need and I can drop them off

spacecadet: Just maybe hide anything stainable, breakable, or expensive :/ they are toddlers

georgewashington: Okay, I’ll prep what I can. See you soon.

spacecadet: Thank you so much, Regina!!

Cady switches her phone back off and rolls out of the bed. Once she’s changed out of her pajamas, she goes to get her babies. “Okay girls, should we go get dressed?”

Layla crawls over when she reaches out, but Leo doesn’t want to leave Janis.

“Wha’bout Mommy?” She asks sadly.

“We can come see Mommy again for a little bit when you’re done, Mama will go fast,” Cady coaxes. Leo thinks for a second before she also comes to be picked up. “Yeah, there we go.”

Cady carries both babies back down the hall to their bedroom and sticks both in Leo’s crib to keep them contained.

“Do you want to match or dress different today, pumpkins?” She asks, rooting through their dresser for some outfits.

“Mash,” both twins say at the same time. Cady chuckles and pulls out two of everything she needs. Two green shirts, two pairs of soft black jeans, two pairs of socks. Layla reaches for her first this time, so she heads to scoop her out and rests her on the ground in front of her.

Layla giggles when Cady pops her shirt over her head and surprises her with a kiss on the other side. Cady smiles back until they reach the socks, which are always a struggle. Luckily for her, Layla cooperates and is quickly dressed and subbed out for Leo.

Cady repeats the process on her second daughter before she heads to their closet to grab the finishing touches. Two tiny pairs of white high top converse that match her own, and two of the jean jackets Janis painted to match her old ones. These have teddy bears on the back, which are absolutely adorable.

“Mommy painted these for you while you two were still in my tummy,” Cady says, resting them on the rail of Leo’s crib.

“In you tummy?” Leo asks interestedly. Cady nods and carries them both to see the pictures on their bulletin board. That’s a more recent addition to the room, and full of pictures of all the people important to the twins.

Cady points to one of her maternity photos, specifically at her belly. “You two were in here. That’s where you grew for a while.”

They both look curiously at the photo, then down at their own tummies. “How we come out?”

“Um… we can talk about that another day, let’s go do your hair,” Cady says quickly. Before the twins can say anything else she carries them into the bathroom and pops them down on the counter. She gives them each a comb to play with and then sprays them down with some detangling hairspray, brushing their dark curls out to a more manageable state.

She splits Leo’s down the middle and ties hers in space buns on top of her head, then gives Layla one ponytail so the Plastics can tell them apart more easily.

“I have a surprise for you, girls,” Cady says as she roots through the basket for some hair bows, per Leo’s request. They both perk up at the mention of a surprise and look to her interestedly. “You guys get to go to Aunt Reggie’s house today, isn’t that cool?”

“Aunt Weggie house?” Layla asks curiously. They’ve never been to Aunt Reggie’s house, Uncle D is their usual babysitter.

“Yeah! You get to go play with her and Aunt GG and Auntie Karen and Nutmeg,” Cady says, clipping the green bows to their hair ties.

“Wow,” Leo says excitedly. Cady laughs and picks them up again to carry them back to Janis.

“Mommy,” Layla calls happily, running back to Janis’ side of the bed. Janis helps her back up for another round of cuddles. “We go Aunt Weggie house!”

Leo wriggles her way up again as well, and Janis grabs her for snuggles too. Once she has her babies safely back in her hold, she raises a suspicious eyebrow at her wife.

“Just for the day, they’ll be fine,” Cady groans. “Damian’s still out of town and I want to be able to give you my full attention.”

Janis shrugs and brings her daughters up for some kisses, making them both giggle in delight. Cady takes the time to go pack some supplies for the girls while Janis has them occupied.

She packs enough diapers to last them each a week, some extra clothes in case of disaster, a few of their favorite small toys and activities, their pacifiers, and their stuffies. They already have sippy cups and other dishes there, since Damian insisted on buying everyone some just in case there was ever an emergency and they had to babysit. Turns out it was a great idea.

When Cady brings the jackets, backpacks, and shoes back into the bedroom to finish getting her daughters ready, she finds Leo carefully stroking her little hands through Janis’ hair, while Layla sits on Janis’ belly and is thoroughly explaining all the things she wants to do at her aunts’ house.

She chuckles at the precious sight before she enters the room and snatches Layla up for tickles and kisses. Layla shrieks in surprise, but quickly starts laughing and trying to push her away. Cady carefully rests her down and gets her tiny shoes on, and Janis grins when she sees the cute jacket Cady tugs onto Layla’s arms.

Leo goes next, giggling anxiously and curling into Janis for protection as Cady looms ominously overhead. She squeals when she’s snatched up by the mama claw and brought in for her round of kisses and tickles. Once her shoes and jacket are on, it’s time for them to go.

“Okay girls, give Mommy hugs, we gotta go,” she says quietly. Janis grunts slightly as both twins jump on top of her for one last cuddle before they head off.

“Bye girls,” Janis whispers. “I love you.”

“Luh you, Mommy!” Both twins call at the same time. Janis chuckles and kisses them one last time before Cady scoops them up and rests them on the ground.

“Get some rest, love,” Cady murmurs, bending down to kiss her wife. “I’ll be back soon, text me if you need anything.”

Janis nods and curls back into bed. Cady flips the light off on their way out and follows the twins to the car.

—————-

“Whoa,” both twins say when they see the apartment building. Cady realizes she probably should have explained that their aunties don’t live in the whole thing.

“Big house,” Leo says slightly anxiously. Cady chuckles and picks them both up to carry them in.

“Your aunties live here with other people,” Cady explains. “There’s a bunch of little houses in the building that other families live in.”

Cady carries them past the main desk and to the elevators. Leo gets to push the button to call it, and then Layla pushes the button to get up to the right floor.

“Can you knock?” Cady asks, since both her hands are full. Both of them helpfully rap their little fists against the door. “Good job. There’s Auntie Karen!”

“Hey!” Karen says happily. “Come in!”

Cady enters and sets the twins down. Layla toddles off immediately, making a beeline for Nutmeg.

“Dog, dog, dog,” she says happily on her way. “Doggy! I pet, p’ease?”

“Yes, you can pet her,” Karen chuckles. “Hi Leo.”

“Hi,” Leo replies quietly, pressing against Cady’s leg with a heartbreaking pout. Leo’s always been her anxious one, and is clearly frightened at the prospect of facing a new environment all alone.

Cady crouches down to comfort her, stroking some stray hairs away from her baby’s face. “You’re gonna be okay, Bee. Aunt Reggie and Aunt GG and Aunt Karen are gonna play with you, Mama put all your toys in your backpack. And you have Georgie in there too, he’ll give you cuddles if you get scared. And then you get to take your nap, and probably have lunch.”

“Wha’ lunch?” Leo asks.

“I don’t know, we’ll have to see what they have for you, but I bet it’ll be so yummy,” Cady says. “But you’re gonna be safe, little love. Your aunties will protect you, and they can call or text me on my phone if you need me. And I’ll be back to get you in a while, okay?”

“Okay Mama,” Leo says.

“That’s my brave girl,” Cady says happily, pecking her forehead and standing up. “Oh, there’s Aunt GG!”

Leo runs over immediately for a hug. She and Gretchen have a special bond, which Cady is always happy to see. Regina pops out of the kitchen too, upon hearing the commotion that the twins bring everywhere they go.

“Aww,” she coos when she sees Leo cuddled up with her girlfriend. She comes over to Cady to urgently ask, “Which one is that?”

“Leo,” Cady chuckles. “She has space buns, Layla has a ponytail.”

“Got it,” Regina says. She looks down when she feels something tug on her pant leg. “Oh, hi Layla.”

“Hi!” Layla says excitedly. Regina just looks at her for a second, not totally sure what to do. Layla reaches to be picked up, so Regina bends down and scoops her off the floor.

“I should get back to Janis soon,” Cady says. “I’ll have my phone, you can text or call if anything comes up.”

“Sounds good,” Gretchen says, still holding Leo. She sets her down for a second and says, “Go say bye to your mama.”

Regina sets Layla down too, and both twins run to give Cady a goodbye hug and kiss.

“Mwah. I love you, girls. Be good, I’ll be back to get you later,” Cady says, kissing both of their foreheads and holding them close before releasing them back. “Have fun!”

—-

Regina notices Leo hunch in on herself a little bit and look around anxiously when Cady leaves. Layla is fine and very occupied trying to play with a lazy Nutmeg. Regina still doesn’t quite know how to handle the twins, but Leo is clearly frightened. She knows how to deal with that.

She heads over and crouches down in front of her, but leaves some distance so Leo doesn’t feel crowded. “Hi, honey. Can you show me what you have in your backpack?”

Leo nods and sits down across from her, removing her little backpack and resting it on the ground in front of her. “Help p’ease?”

“Okay,” Regina says, undoing the zipper for her. “What do you have there?” Leo reaches in and carefully pulls out her stuffed giraffe. “Who’s that?”

“Georgie,” Leo says quietly. “He gi’affe.”

“That’s so cool,” Regina says. “Should we show Georgie around so he knows where everything is?”

Leo nods, so Regina stands and picks up the baby to give her a little tour. Leo holds tightly to her stuffed friend and looks around curiously.

“This is the kitchen,” Regina says. She lets Leo look around at all the things on the walls, giving her time to adjust. When Leo looks back to her, they move on. “And this is the living room.” Leo’s seen this, it’s where the entryway leads to and where Layla is currently playing with Karen and Gretchen. She looks around for a short while before she’s ready to move on. “And this is the office, this is where we do our work, and over there is the bathroom.”

“Where sleep?” Leo asks, so Regina shows her the two bedrooms.

“This is where Aunt GG and Aunt Karen and I sleep, and then this is the bedroom for when we have people come sleep over,” Regina says. Leo looks around curiously before giving a nod. “What do you think?”

“Big,” Leo says. Regina chuckles and nods.

“It is pretty big. Oh, do you want to see something fun?”

Leo nods interestedly, so Regina carries her to see the axolotls in the tank in their bedroom.

“Fishy!” Leo says excitedly, pointing to the tank. “Ooh.”

“They’re called axolotls,” Regina explains. Leo tries to say it, but it just sounds more like ‘blelele’. “Yeah, close enough!”

“Name?” Leo asks, looking curiously at the strange creatures. Regina holds her at a different angle so she can see better and points to each one.

“This one is named Versace, and this is Gucci,” she says. “And then waaaaay back here is Louboutin The Second.”

Leo giggles. “Silly name.”

“They are, just a little,” Regina agrees. “Okay, let’s go find your sister, hm?” Leo nods, so they head back to the living room. Layla has finally been satisfied with the amount of doggy cuddles she’s been given and left the poor creature alone. She’s now busy explaining her toys to Gretchen and Karen.

Gretchen looks up when they come back, and smiles when she sees Leo cuddled into Regina’s shoulder. “Do you wanna come play?”

Leo nods, so Regina sets her down and lets her run over to her twin and their toys. Regina jumps a little when she feels an arm slide gently around her waist to rub that one spot on her lower back, and a sweet peck pressed to her neck.

“You’re really good with her,” Gretchen whispers. “It’s cute.”

Regina shakes her head and pulls her closer. “I’m not. I just know how to calm people down. I don’t even know how to play with them.”

“Just try,” Gretchen says quietly, kissing her cheek gently and heading back over. Regina watches as Karen and Gretchen play legos with the twins, building masterpieces and then taking them apart to make new ones. Gretchen makes it sound so simple, just try. But Regina wouldn’t even know where to begin.

So she just watches. Leo sits on Karen’s lap and builds her creations, and Layla stands in between the couch and the coffee table in order to make hers. Regina takes a sneaky picture of Leo explaining her tower to Karen.

“Aww,” she coos quietly when she sees how it came out.

“Send that to Janis, she’d like that,” Gretchen chuckles.

Layla looks over at her curiously. “Aunt GG?”

“Yeah?”

“Who… um… Janis?” Layla asks, lisping the end but managing to get the sound out.

“Janis is your mommy, that’s her name,” Gretchen explains.

“No,” Leo says with a head shake, joining their discussion.

“No?”

“Mommy name… uhm… love,” Leo explains. The Plastics all fight to contain a coo, looking at each other.

“Mommy’s name is love?” Karen asks. Both twins nod. “And what’s your mama’s name?”

Janis tends to switch between nicknames for Cady more often, so they’re curious to see what her ‘name’ is.

“Baby,” Layla says.

“No,” Leo disagrees. “Mama Bullaf’y.”

“I don’t know.” Layla says eventually.

“That’s okay,” Regina chuckles. “You’ll learn it soon.”

—————

“Hey, Jay, how you feeling?” Cady asks gently as she heads back into her bedroom. Janis groans quietly when she flips the light on. “You know it gets worse if you just sit here in the dark all day. You need light. You’re like a plant.”

Janis pouts at her. Cady kicks off her shoes and crawls back in next to her for a snuggle.

“The girls are fine, the Plastics seemed really excited,” she says quietly. “It’s kind of nice, isn’t it? Just us for a day.”

Janis nods. They both love their daughters more than the world, but it is nice to have a break from time to time. Even if the circumstances surrounding it are less than ideal.

Cady’s phone dings in her pocket, so she fishes it out to see who’s messaging her.

“Speak of the devil. Aww,” she chuckles, holding it so Janis can see.

reginald: Sent a picture: Play time

reginald: Also, just thought we’d let you know, they don’t know your names.

spacecadet: Really?

reginald: They can’t decide if yours is baby or butterfly, and they think Janis’ name is love.

spacecadet: Oh my goodness

reginald: It’s actually really cute. Gretch said to send that picture to Janis and Layla didn’t know who that was.

spacecadet: At least they don’t think our names are mama and mommy anymore. Are you guys still good?

reginald: Yeah, everything’s good. Leo just needed a little tour and now she’s all settled in. And Layla and Nutmeg are best buds.

spacecadet: Haha, poor pooch. She’s always after Daffy and Ellie too

reginald: Oh, Nutmeg loves it. She just gets to lay there and be cuddled, it’s her dream come true.

spacecadet: Well you guys can have the twins anytime so she can get her snuggle seshes in

reginald: Sounds like a plan, I’ll let Nutmeg know. We’ll probably keep sending you stuff, too.

spacecadet: Please do, you guys are so good with them. Thanks again <3

reginald: Of course.

Janis chuckles as she reads over their conversation too. Cady cuddles her closer and pecks her forehead.

“Did you eat?” She asks. Janis shakes her head. “Okay. I’m gonna go get you something, I’ll be right back.”

Janis pouts again, so Cady leans down to kiss her a few times before she leaves. Janis grins contently and settles deeper in under the covers.

——————

Karen continues playing with the twins for a few hours, and Regina stays to watch. Gretchen has some new designs to work on and heads into the office for some quiet.

Regina’s making progress with the twins, eventually even coloring a picture with them once they pull out some crayons and paper. They both eagerly compliment her drawing of a rabbit.

It’s almost relaxing, in a strange way. Karen makes conversation with everyone as she draws a duck, and the twins seem to be warming up even more to the environment.

Relaxing until Layla suddenly snatches the same crayon Leo wanted to add another beautiful scribble to her page. Leo whines a, “Hey!” and scrambles to take it back. Layla shrieks and holds it out of her reach, and suddenly they’re both in tears.

Karen and Regina look to each other in concern at the two little tantrum tornados they now have to deal with, and each gently pick up a twin so they can’t reach each other. Karen looks very anxious as Leo thrashes in her hold and releases a shriek that so loud they can’t quite figure out how such a small person managed it. Apparently quiet little Leo is actually the screamer of the two.

Layla seems to be more physical, wriggling to be put down so she can get back at her sister. Regina refuses to let her down, knowing it’ll only get worse if she does. Time for some desperate measures.

She manages to carry a wiggling and screaming toddler into the kitchen in one arm, doing a strange sort of fireman’s carry. It works well enough. She grabs two of the sippy cups they have and fills them with some cold water.

Karen is now holding Leo as far away as she possibly can, trying desperately to keep her grip as Leo kicks and shrieks like a banshee in her hold.

“Good lord,” Regina murmurs under her breath. “Hey!”

Her tone isn’t mean, or harsh, just loud. Both twins briefly stop their antics to look at her, knowing they might be in some serious trouble here.

She hands Karen one of the cups to give to Leo. “I need both of you to take some big drinks for me, okay? You’re gonna run out of tears to cry, we have to give you more.”

They both take their cups with a very serious look in their eye and drink a good bit of their water. They don’t want to run out of tears, that would be bad.

“Good job,” Regina congratulates when they pull away with a gasp. It’s a trick she was taught in college, that actually regulates their breathing and helps calm people down in intense moments. “Now you’re gonna take a nap. And we can have a talk when you wake up.”

For safety, they decide to keep them apart. Layla gets set up for her nap in the master bedroom, and Leo in the guest room. They make little barriers with pillows so they don’t fall out of bed and give them the best blankets, then leave them with their stuffed animals, pacifiers, and cups of water to rest.

“Fucking hell,” Regina breathes when she shuts the door to where Leo is resting. “Where do they get the energy for that?”

“Revenge is a big deal for toddlers,” Karen shrugs. “They don’t like when things aren’t fair.”

“Christ,” Regina sighs, sitting down and rubbing her temples. Karen sits down as well. “They’re so sweet, usually, what-what happened?”

“I know what you’re thinking, and no it’s not,” Karen responds. Regina looks at her in shock, wondering how she could’ve possibly known. “It’s not your fault, and you’re not a bad aunt. Do you know how impressive what you just did is? You got two toddlers to stop having a tantrum. That’s, like, really special.”

“But they only started getting upset when I started playing with them. All I can do is… stop them crying or whatever,” Regina grumbles. “I don’t know how to interact with them, or-or play with them.”

“They were upset because they were overtired,” Karen hushes, letting Regina lean onto her shoulder. “We just should’ve had them nap sooner, that’s all. But you’re really special, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“You treat them like people,” Karen says quietly. “That’s, like, super rare. You showed Leo around when she got here instead of just making her go play, and you helped them calm down instead of yelling at them for being too loud or whatever. That’s what’ll help them the most.”

Regina gives a noncommittal hum and accepts the comfort offered by her girlfriend.

“And even if you don’t really play with them that much, they still like you,” Karen continues. “You still talk to them, and give them cool stuff. Playing isn’t the only way to interact with them.”

“I guess,” Regina agrees. “You’re good with them too.”

“They’re easy!” Karen says happily. “But I’m still a kid at heart, I guess. They’re easy for me to relate to, or whatever.”

Regina chuckles. “I can see that. You’ve always been the fun one.”

“Thanks,” Karen laughs back. “You okay now?”

“Yeah. Thank you, honey,” Regina says quietly, leaning in for a quick kiss. “I love you.”

Karen beams, it’s quite rare that Regina says ‘I love you’ first. “I love you too.”

——————

Leo wakes up from her nap first. Gretchen had been hiding in the study throughout the crayon debacle, leaving it to her girlfriends to handle. But the office is closer to the bedrooms, so she decides to be the one to go comfort Leo as she hears her start to cry.

“Hey, Leo lady, good morning,” she says gently. Leo scrambles down off the big bed she’s on and runs in for some comfort. “What happened?”

“Dark,” Leo whimpers, sniffling into Gretchen’s shoulder. “‘N big. Scared.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Gretchen hushes. “You don’t need to be scared, nothing here can hurt you. See?”

Leo nods in relief when she flips the light back on. “T’ank you.”

“Of course, honey. I think Karen is making lunch, are you hungry?” Gretchen asks, shutting the light back off and carrying her back into the kitchen. Leo nods and rubs her eyes blearily. She’s not quite awake yet.

“Hey, Leo,” Regina says quietly. “Good morning.”

“Hi,” Leo yawns. Regina chuckles gently.

“Do you feel better?”

Leo nods again. “Wha’ lunch?”

“I don’t know, we have a lot of things here,” Regina answers. “What would you like?”

Leo shrugs, so Gretchen carries her in to see her lunch options. Karen looks up from her sandwich when she hears them come in. “Hey, kiddo! Did you have a good nap?”

Leo nods with a little smile. “Auntie Kawen lunch?”

“Yeah! I’m having a sandwich, do you want one?” Karen asks. Leo nods. “Okay, what kind?”

Leo wiggles a little bit, so Gretchen sets her down to go look at the options. She and Karen both chuckle as Leo picks a large jar of peanut butter out of the cabinet and hands it to Karen.

“Dis p’ease,” she says. Karen takes it from her and unscrews the lid.

“Okay, do you want jelly in it too?”

“No t’ank you.”

“Okay, good job! I’ll bring it to you in a second,” Karen says. Leo runs back to Gretchen to spend some time together while they wait on lunch.

When they head back to the living room, Regina is gone. Leo looks around in confusion until she comes back with her twin. Regina beckons her over, so Leo lets go of Gretchen’s hand and heads over to her other aunt.

Regina sets Layla down next to her. “Do you two feel better now?” They both nod. “Good. Being angry like that is no fun, huh?” They both shake their heads. “Say sorry for fighting, then we can go play again.”

“Sorry Leo,” Layla says sheepishly.

“Sorry Lala,” Leo replies, wrapping her twin in a hug. Layla hugs her back for a second, popping up on her tippy toes to squeeze her sister.

“Sorry Aunt Weggie,” Layla adds. “Fer sc’eaming.” Leo nods to agree.

“Thank you for your apology, girls. Layla, let’s go pick your lunch and then you can play some more,” Regina says, picking them both back up and carrying them to the kitchen.

“There they are,” Gretchen says when they return. “Leo, your sandwich is ready, do you want something to drink with it?”

Leo nods and heads over to see what they have in the fridge, while Layla goes to Karen to pick her meal. She also just picks a sandwich and is quickly released to go pick her own beverage. Leo chooses apple juice, and Layla picks milk.

Surprisingly, each twin finishes about half of her sandwich. Karen helps them down off their chairs and releases them back to the living room for more playing. Leo dives right in and pulls out a small puzzle she brought, pulling out all the animals and trying to work out where they go again. Layla does her own for a while, but gets bored pretty quickly.

So she decides to go on a short adventure. Her Aunt GG disappeared into a room a while ago, so Layla heads off to find her.

Gretchen turns when she hears noises at the glass door to the office, spinning around in her chair to find Layla on her tippy toes trying to reach the doorknob. It takes a few tries, but she manages to open it and toddles into the room victoriously.

“Hi GG!” She chirps happily. Gretchen laughs and beckons her over.

“Hi Layla. What are you up to?” She chuckles, pulling her into her lap and re-doing Layla’s ponytail since it got messed up during her nap. Layla seems delighted to be sitting at the big desk where her aunties do their work.

“Lolo do puzzle,” Layla explains. “Don’t wan’ to.”

“Aww. That’s okay, do you wanna help me with a few things?” Gretchen replies. Layla nods eagerly, so Gretchen wheels them closer to the desk and pulls over a design she’s working on for a client.

“Ooh,” Layla says. “P’etty.”

“Thank you,” Gretchen chuckles. “I have to draw it first, and then I make it a real dress people can wear later.” Layla looks at her in awe. “I know, right? Here, help me with this. What color should I make these flowers here?”

Layla suddenly feels a massive amount of responsibility weigh on her two year old shoulders. This is very important. “Uhm… uh… lellow.”

“Yellow?” Gretchen asks. “That would be really pretty, actually, good job! Yellow would look nice with the blue here. Good pick!”

Layla gives a happy little wiggle on her lap, and watches eagerly as Gretchen sketches the flowers in with a yellow pencil.

“Aunt GG?” Layla pipes up as Gretchen moves onto another area.

“Yeah?”

“Me too?” Layla says. “P’ease?”

Gretchen chuckles. “You want a dress?” Layla nods. “Okay, we can try that. Here.”

She sketches out another model, with about the same proportions as Layla.

“Here, stand up, that’ll make this easier. How long should we make the skirt?” Gretchen asks, popping Layla onto her feet and crouching down in front of her. She points to her ankle, just below her knee, and just above her knee. “Which one?”

Layla looks at her legs for a long moment before she points above her knee. Gretchen smiles and nods.

“That’s what I would have picked too. And should it go out big or be closer to your body?” Gretchen asks, demonstrating where each type would fall. Layla picks a big poofy skirt. “Oh, yeah. You got some good style, chica. Now the sleeves, where should they go?”

Layla watches as Gretchen points to her wrist, just above her elbow, and her shoulder. She points to her shoulder when Gretchen takes her hand away and giggles as Gretchen tickles her.

“Okay, come see,” Gretchen says, picking her back up and resting her on her lap again. Layla smiles happily when she sees the form of the dress. “Now we get to pick what colors and patterns it has. What’s your favorite color?”

“Uhm… g’een,” Layla replies, pointing to her t-shirt. Gretchen grabs two different greens that would look good with a dress this shape, one closer to an emerald and the other a lighter fern sort of shade.

“Which green?” She asks, holding them in front of Layla. Layla picks the lighter one. “Ooh, yeah.” Gretchen carefully makes the skirt green, a plan for fabrics already starting to come together in her mind. “Now what should we do with the top bit?”

“Uh…” Layla says. “Sparkledy.”

“Sparkly? I didn’t even think of that,” Gretchen hums. She pencils it in the same color and adds marks to make sure she knows the bodice should be sequined. “You could be a designer too, Lala, look at this cool dress we drew!”

Layla giggles and looks proudly at the drawing. “Now make it?”

“I can’t make it right now, but yeah, soon! All my stuff to make it is at my work,” Gretchen explains. “Here, let’s take a picture to show your moms, they’re gonna be so proud of you.”

Layla smiles when Gretchen holds her phone up for a selfie, and laughs as her auntie kisses her cheek with an exaggerated smooch sound. “Cheeeese.”

————-

Cady reaches an arm out of the bath she’s dragged her wife into taking when her phone pings with a text. She carefully unlocks it to find a few messages from Gretchen.

fetchen: Sent a picture: i have a new assistant!

spacecadet: Aww! She looks so happy <3

fetchen: Sent a picture: no, seriously, she designed this dress basically herself

fetchen: are you open to having the girls as models at some point?? i’m kind of thinking i should start a children’s line

“No,” Janis pipes up quietly, having read through the conversation as well.

“Not even for Gretchen? It’s not like it’s a huge company. And how cute would they be in outfits like that?” Cady pleads. She’s wary of the idea as well, but knows Gretchen would handle everything safely.

Janis considers this aspect, and has to admit her daughters would make excellent models. Maybe she can make an exception for Gretchen. “Fine.”

spacecadet: You should, we’ll buy all your designs

spacecadet: And if they’re into the idea I don’t see why they couldn’t model for you. Layla loves a camera

fetchen: haha i’ll have to get Gina to take some pics of her then! she’s been looking for a way to connect with them anyway

spacecadet: Aww, how sweet. They love all of you

fetchen: that’s what I keep trying to tell her! anyway, I should probably get back to work with Lala. tell Janis I say hi!!

spacecadet: Of course!! Thank you <3

Janis nuzzles into her neck as she flicks the phone back off and sighs, in a mix of exhaustion and contentment.

“Layla must take after you,” Cady murmurs. “Little artist.”

Janis grins gently against her. “We’ll see.”

—————

“There you are,” Regina says as she enters the office to find Layla with Gretchen. “What are you two up to?”

“GG make d’esses!” Layla says happily. “I helpin’.”

“Oh, you’re the best helper,” Regina responds. Layla beams at her. “What did you do?”

Gretchen smiles too as Regina tips her head up and kisses her forehead, then starts gently looking through the designs. Gretchen pulls out the one she designed with Layla’s help and shows it to her.

“She did this pretty much herself,” she says. “And now I kind of want to start a children’s line.”

“You should,” Regina says. “You could make little matching ones of the adult designs you do. Have, like, a mommy and me line. I’d buy that and we don’t even have kids.”

“That’s a good idea,” Gretchen hums. “I’ll think about it more later. We’ve done enough work for today, let’s go play!”

Regina chuckles as Layla runs out of the room when Gretchen sets her down, her little ponytail bouncing behind her.

“You two are cute together,” she murmurs. “You’d make a good mom.”

“So would you,” Gretchen says, wrapping her arms around her waist. Regina shakes her head and tries to move away, but Gretchen refuses to let her go. “No, look at me.” She gently cups Regina’s chin and makes her look into her eyes. “If you wanted to, you would make a wonderful mother. You’re not your dad. You’ve made so much progress, sweetheart.”

Regina flushes at the pet name and buries her face in the crook of Gretchen’s neck. “We’ll talk about it?”

“Yeah,” Gretchen agrees quietly. “Always. Whenever you want, we’ll talk about it. You know you can always talk to us?”

Regina nods. “You know too?”

“Yeah,” Gretchen murmurs. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Regina whispers, unfortunately having to pull away from one of her favorite places, since her spine is beginning to ache at being hunched over to cuddle her smaller girlfriend. “We should probably go save Karen.”

Gretchen laughs and takes her hand, leading her back out to the living room.

—-

A short while later, Regina half-watches Karen giving the twins ‘airplane rides’ around the apartment, weaving around the furniture and in and and out of rooms. She’s also half-watching her Tiktok feed for the day. Hmm.

She brings up her text thread with Cady to ask a very important question.

Cady peeks at her phone when it chimes, picking it up from the bathroom counter to see the message. She laughs when she sees what it is, and heads back to the living room where Janis is lethargically sprawled on the couch.

“Regina wants to know if she can put the babies on Tiktok,” she giggles.

“Absolutely not,” Janis grumbles.

“Oh come on, grumpy pants,” Cady coaxes, turning their show back on and dimming the lights a bit. “Some of them are cute, and Gretchen says she’s having a hard time connecting with them. She said she’d send them to me for us to check before she posts them. Please?”

Janis does kind of want to see how her daughters react to a few of the trends she’s seen, and knows she’s wary of the idea simply because she still has a hard time trusting Regina. So, begrudgingly, “Maybe.”

Cady grins and kisses her hair, and they wait for the videos to come in.

They only have to wait a few minutes before the first one comes through. Cady pauses their show again and waits for Janis to turn onto her back on top of her, then brings up the video so they can both see.

Layla and Leo sit side by side on a very nice couch, their little socked feet not even making it to the end of the cushion. Regina hands each one a little gift bag, and they both tear in to see what present they’ve gotten. Layla gasps excitedly when she pulls out a banana.

“A ‘nana!” She says happily. Leo pulls out one of her own and looks at it in confusion. “Leo, we got ‘nanas! Aunt Weggie, open p’ease?”

Leo’s eyes go wide and and she gives an excited gasp when she realizes she actually has one of her favorite fruits in her hand, and asks for hers to be opened in sign language. Regina laughs and peels both bananas. Each girl takes theirs back and munches happily on it while the video closes. Just before it cuts, they both say a muffled, “T’ank you!” around their bites.

Cady and Janis both laugh, and Cady sends back a message to explain that they usually give them their bananas pre-peeled, so that’s why Leo didn’t recognize it.

The next video comes through a few minutes later. Leo and Layla have finished their bananas and are still on the couch. Regina enters the room filming, rests her phone on the coffee table, and leaves the room.

It takes a second for them to notice, but Layla clocks the phone first. She rolls onto her tummy and slides off the couch before going to pick it up. She sees herself on the screen and pauses for a second to smile at her reflection before she goes running to find her auntie in the kitchen. The background moves wildly as Layla pokes her little tongue out in her concentration, and the rhythmic little thumps of her footsteps can be heard.

“Aunt Weggie!” She calls happily when she finds her. “You left you phone!”

“I left my phone?” Regina says in fake shock. Layla toddles over and gives it back. “Oh, thank you! You’re very responsible.”

The camera flips around to show Layla wrapped around Regina’s legs, giving a wide smile up at her just before it cuts.

“Aww,” Cady coos. “We’ve trained them well.”

“She’s so cute,” Janis chuckles, tapping the video to play it again.

The next one features Leo, sitting on Regina’s lap in the kitchen. Regina explains that Leo had asked for a drink and they’re going to see how well she can pour it herself. A small glass is put in front of the toddler, and she’s offered a bottle of almond milk.

Leo takes the bottle carefully and tips it over the glass, slowly pouring some into the cup. She has the right motions, but quickly gets carried away and fills the cup too much. It spills over onto the counter, and Regina quickly grabs the bottle to stop it. Both Leo and Regina pull the same face, wide eyes and lips pressed into a thin line as they look into the camera.

“Oh no,” Leo says. “Needa towel, p’ease.”

Someone else, most probably Gretchen, hands over some paper towels, and Leo carefully swipes it over the counter to clean up her mess.

“There we go,” she says, sounding more like ‘dairy doe’.

“Good job!” Regina congratulates as Leo ever so carefully picks up her very full cup of milk and takes a sip. Regina helps her get down off her lap, and a ‘T’ank you!’ can be faintly heard. “You’re welcome!”

“Oh goodness,” Cady laughs. “At least she cleaned up after herself. Poor Regina.”

“And she’s polite,” Janis chuckles quietly. “Her sweet little voice.”

“We’re doing a good job,” Cady says quietly. “With them.”

Janis nods in agreement and scrolls back up to the video with the bananas.

It takes a long while for the next video to come through, and Regina explains that they’d taken a break to eat dinner (alfredo pasta) and then to clean said dinner off the twins. Layla had apparently taken a special liking to the meal and managed to get it in her hair, so that took some extra time.

But a video of two clean babies comes through. Regina is sitting on the ground wrapped in a fitted sheet so just her face is visible. Karen seems to be filming this time, and encourages the girls to go get their auntie. Leo seems a little concerned, but they both run over to Regina.

When they just make it, Regina suddenly opens the sheet and snatches both inside like a venus flytrap. They both scream in surprise, but their adorable giggles are quickly heard. The video cuts, and they both run into the trap again, and again, and again.

Another one comes through, and this time Gretchen is the one in the sheet. The twins don’t stop laughing the whole time, their giggles making a precious audio for the video. Just before it cuts, Gretchen is looking exhausted, but Leo calls a delighted “‘Gain!”

So, another one comes through with Karen in the sheet. The twins’ hair is frizzy and their cheeks are pink by this point. Cady is just glad they’re getting some energy out before bedtime.

Janis laughs gently at each video, wondering how she hasn’t thought of this. Apparently her daughters are easily entertained. “I miss them.”

“I miss them too,” Cady sighs. “I’ll need to go get them soon, though, it’s getting late.” An alert suddenly comes through her phone then, letting them know a thunderstorm is approaching. “Uh oh.”

“Maybe not,” Janis chuckles. “You shouldn’t drive in that.”

“But they freak out during storms,” Cady says anxiously. “Especially Leo. But I can’t get there before it hits.”

“She’ll be fine,” Janis comforts. “Regina can handle that.”

“I hope so.”

—————

Regina grins happily as she reads the comments for the videos she’s posted so far, everyone delighting in her precious nieces. She’s reading one that seems nearly distraught at how polite they are when a text comes through from Cady.

spacecadet: Hey, I just saw that a storm is coming. Jay doesn’t want me to drive in it but both of the girls get really scared

Regina checks her weather app and sees that a small but strong storm is rapidly approaching. She peeks out the window to find that the sky is already grey with dark clouds.

reginald: Yeah, you definitely shouldn’t drive. I think we can make it, you come when it stops.

spacecadet: Are you sure?? I know they’ll be fine but you shouldn’t have to deal with both of them screaming

reginald: Oh, it’s fine, we already have. There was a little incident before naptime. And scared babies are easy, we’ll be fine.

spacecadet: Incident?

reginald: Bad word choice. Both had a tantrum, they were tired and wanted the same crayon.

spacecadet: Oh goodness, I’m sorry

reginald: Cady, they’re two, it’s fine. We dealt with it and they’re fine. Is there anything you usually do with them during storms?

spacecadet: If you say so. If we know they’re coming we usually warn them, and if it’s really bad we hide in the basement so the noise is muffled. But you can do whatever you need to

reginald: Sounds like a plan. See you whenever it passes.

spacecadet: Thanks, Regina :)

“Girls!” Regina calls gently as she clicks her phone off. Leo and Layla come barreling down the hallway to her when they hear her call, and Gretchen and Karen quickly follow. Regina crouches down to the smalls’ height to explain the situation. “There’s a thunderstorm coming, but you don’t need to be scared. We can all have a storm party!”

“A pawty?” Leo says anxiously. She instinctively reaches for Layla’s hand, nervous at the prospect of a storm. Especially without Mama or Mommy there to comfort them.

“Yeah!” Regina says excitedly. “Come on, let’s get ready.”

Gretchen and Karen seem confused, but follow along with Regina’s plan. They open the curtains on one of the floor-to-ceiling windows so they can see out, and the twins helpfully grab all the couch cushions and pillows they can carry. Regina gets blankets, and they build a little fort in front of the window, held up by a lamp.

Regina, Gretchen, and Karen head inside, and the twins sit in between them to wait.

After a few minutes, the first flash of lightning lights up the dark sky. Both twins let out a whimper of fright and scream when a crack of thunder follows.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Gretchen comforts as they both bury their faces in her chest.

“Loud,” Leo whimpers.

“I know,” Gretchen hushes. “The storm can’t hurt you, it’s just a scary noise.”

“Let’s play a game,” Regina coaxes. Both twins peek their little faces out to see her. “Come here.” Anxiously, they both crawl into her lap and look out the window. “Let’s count.”

“Count?” Layla asks anxiously, jumping and letting out a squeak of fright at the next lightning.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Regina says, coaxing them to look. “One… two… three… four… five… oh, there’s the thunder!”

“Why count?” Leo asks, poking her face out when the booms stop.

“If we can count high that means the storm is far away,” Regina explains. “It’s gonna get closer, and then it’ll move away and be done. And we’re safe in here.”

She smiles as she sees the twins take some deep breaths to calm down and cuddle closer into her. They still jump when the lightning goes by, but this time they count with her.

“One… two… free… four… fibe,” they say anxiously. This time, they giggle when the thunder hits. Layla says, “I did it!”

“Did you make it thunder?” Regina chuckles. Both girls nod. “Good job. Oh, here we go, do it again!”

They only make it to three this time.

“Get close?” Leo asks curiously, looking to her aunties.

“Uhhuh,” Regina confirms. Karen and Gretchen switch to be on either side of her and cuddle in close with everyone. “It’s getting closer and then it’ll go away.”

A few more rounds go by where they get as high as three, and then they start only making it to one or two. Luckily, they don’t seem scared anymore. They look excited to be tracking the storm and making the thunder happen.

“Oh, we can count higher now, the storm is leaving,” Regina says happily. “You’re doing so good!”

Gradually, the rain slows and the storm dissipates. Leo and Layla look curiously out the window the whole time, and make no effort to leave Regina’s lap once the sun gently peeks out from the horizon, beginning to set for the day. Strangely, Regina finds herself not wanting to let them go, either.

Gretchen and Karen gently exit their little tent to get all the twins’ things packed back up, and find their shoes and jackets once again. Gretchen is just tying on the last little shoe when they hear a knock at the door.

“Who could that be, girls?” Karen says excitedly, also trying to stop Nutmeg from barking at it too much. “Go see!”

Both twins eagerly run down the hallway to the front door, and Leo stands on her tippy toes to open it.

“Mama!” They both call happily, wrapping each of their little bodies around one of her legs.

“Hi, sweet girls!” Cady says happily, bending to pick each of them up and kiss all over their little faces. “Oh, I missed you so much! What did you do today?”

Both girls immediately launch into a story, explaining in as much detail as they can the exciting events that happened with their aunties. Cady enters and shuts the door behind her as they rattle off their favorite parts.

“Really? Did you have so much fun?” Cady asks when they finally have explained everything they wanted to. They both nod eagerly. “Good. We have to go home now, can you go say thank you?”

Both twins wiggle to be set down and run back to their aunties, giving hugs and saying thank you for a fun day. Cady follows suit too, and grins as her daughters seem to linger for just a while longer with Regina.

“Thank you so much,” Cady says gratefully. “You guys are so good with them, thank you.”

“Anytime!” Karen says happily. “Bye girls!”

Both girls wave goodbye and call a, “Bye-bye!” over their mama’s shoulder as they’re carried out of the apartment and down to go home. Cady chuckles and kisses each forehead gently as she buckles them into their car seats.

——————

“Mommy, Mommy!” Both girls call happily when Cady unlocks the front door to let them in, toddling full speed down the hall and over to Janis on the couch. Cady stays behind for a second and gives a small grin at the wide smile her wife gets upon seeing their children.

“Hi, girls!” Janis says happily, sounding like she already has a bit of energy back. It usually takes her a minimum of a few days to recover from an episode, but she’s already making good progress through this one. “I missed you.”

“Miss Mommy too,” the twins say at the same time. Janis grins contently as they both worm their way up on top of her for a snuggle.

“Aww, my sweet girls,” Janis coos. “Did you have fun with your aunties?”

Cady rolls her eyes lovingly, knowing Janis just opened a whole can of worms for herself. At least she has enough time to go get the twins’ bedtime things ready for them while they explain their whole day to their mommy.

The twins apparently gave Janis an abridged version of the story, because when Cady comes back she finds them all silent. Both twins are cuddled into Janis’ chest, one little head on each of her shoulders. Janis has a hand resting on each of their backs, holding them close to her. Her eyes are closed contently, and she looks the most at peace Cady thinks she’s ever seen from her. She’s glad to see it.

She sneakily snaps a few pictures of her perfect little family before she does unfortunately have to break up the little cuddle party. “Alright, munchkins, it’s bedtime.”

“I can get them down,” Janis says quietly, opening her eyes when Cady kisses her forehead.

“If you want, of course,” Cady agrees. “I got their jammies ready and everything.”

Janis nods and picks up both of their sleepy girls, standing carefully and carrying them upstairs. Cady flops onto their bed and listens down the hall as Janis gets them into their pajamas, brushes their teeth and hair, and reads them some bedtime stories.

The end of story time is her cue, and she hauls herself up to go to the nursery to kiss their babies goodnight. Janis is hunched over and pressed against Leo’s little face, giving her her goodnight kisses and having their little nightly chat. Cady goes to Layla first.

“Did you have a good day today?” She whispers. Layla nods. “Good! What was your favorite part?”

“Uh… doggy,” Layla responds.

“You liked playing with Nutmeg?” Cady chuckles. “I bet she liked you too. What part did you not like?”

“Fundersto’m,” Layla says.

“I know, that must’ve been scary,” Cady replies. “But you made it through the whole thing even though you were scared! You were so brave, Ladybug.” Layla beams at her, and Cady smiles back. “Are we gonna have our best day tomorrow?” Layla nods again. “Good, get some good sleep so you’re ready for it.”

Cady leans down to kiss her forehead and down her little nose.

“Goodnight, my sweet little pumpkin, have sweet dreams,” Cady whispers. “I love you so much.”

“Luh you, Mama,” Layla says quietly, followed by a yawn.

Cady and Janis switch twins then, repeating their process on the other girl before turning on the white noise machine and nightlight, and leaving them to sleep.

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Across town, all three Plastics flop into bed early, exhausted after a very, very long day. It’s Regina’s turn in the middle, her favorite nights. She’d never admit it, but she loves having each of her girlfriends cuddled up on either side of her all night.

“We did good,” Gretchen yawns. Her girlfriends nod in agreement. “We… we should have a chat tomorrow.”

“Stop yawning, you’re making me yawn,” Regina grumbles. Gretchen chuckles and leans in for a kiss. Regina suddenly forgets her complaints and kisses her back.

“Ahem,” Karen coughs. Regina rolls her eyes lovingly, but flips over to give Karen some affection too. “Thank you.”

“I love you,” Regina whispers, kissing both of her girlfriends and cuddling in under the duvet.

“I love you too,” Gretchen murmurs, also kissing both of them before cuddling in on Regina’s right side.

“I love you three,” Karen says, getting her kisses in and settling in on Regina’s left. They say this every night, and still always giggle at ‘I love you three.’

They drift off tangled in each other, completely exhausted but completely content.

It takes a village.

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hope you enjoyed!!

i’m still undecided on whether to give the plastics kids, which is why i left the ending sort of intentionally vague in that regard :))) so let me know!! if you guys want i can totally do a kid fic for them, or just give them a kid and not write about it. or not give them a kid!!! up to you guys!

im hoping to have requests re-opened by next week! I'm just finishing up some last little things here and there and then they should FINALLY be reopened bc its been forever omg. anyway!

thank you all so much for reading and have a lovely day!

lots of love,

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restingdomface · 4 years

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Modern au where Wei Wuxian has a sweet little white rabbit who’s always super excited when he gets back from classes and puts his wittle paws up on WWX’s knee and wriggles his nose to scold him for being away so long and he sleeps in WWX’s arms every night and loves his human with all his heart- but. He’s a lonely lil snowball of a fluffer and WWX feels bad that he has to be alone all day while he’s in class, so he takes his baby down to the pet store, to see if they could find an animal (doesn’t have to be a bunny, they don’t always get along anyways) that can become a good little companion for his fussy grooming bun bun, and finds!!! Lan Wangji! A classmate who’s in a similar track to WWX and always looks so perfect and pristine and composed and WWX once caught him holding a baby (a lil cousin) and charming it to pieces with his stoic beauty and tummy tickles, and WWX is NOT in love with him, he just thinks the man could wreck him both physically and emotionally and WWX would thank him- anyways. Off track here.

LWJ!!! Turns out to be there. For the exact same reason as him. He’s got a hyperactive little bitch of a fluffer on a leash (Snowball doesn’t usually stay on his leash, since he refuses to let WWX out of his sight if he’s around, but WWX is starting to realize that this situation is sort of ‘dog in the water’ akin, and his baby boy should really be on a leash too, so he gets one while theyre there) and looking for a good companion for Inkblot, who likes to eat chili peppers, and sleeps on LWJ’s head, whether LWJ wants him up there or not. WWX is charmed by this angery lil thumper and joins LWJ in his search so they could both find a companion to take home.

The only issue is. Snowball and Inkblot. Seem to have decided. Their perfect companion. Is each other. Shit. Shit. Shit. We can’t just take home each other’s pets. Fuck. But now they’re refusing any and all other pets. Inkblot, who had previously been cowering from a teacup poodle (WWX doesn’t blame him, the puppy gave a bark and he got a frighten and WWX might have hidden behind LWJ’s back a little because the animals are Okay™️ if they don’t jump or bite or bark and he’s even given Jiang Cheng’s old lab a pet or two when he’s seen him but a few times he’s heard a bark from the big dog and suddenly he’s halfway up a tree and that one time the oversized bear of a neighbor’s dog was off his leash and the owner SAID he was just trying to get WWX to love him but WWX was crying and Jiang Yanli had to take a day off work and bring him to her house and WWX didn’t even freak out at that stupid peacock seeing him cry for once cause Jon Zixuan had been shockingly nice to his traumatized brother-in-law, plying him with cookies and spiked tea until WWX was finally calm. No no. WWX doesn’t blame the bunny for running from the poodle. Those things can turn so fast) is now all but refusing to even look at the kittens he’d previously been sniffing at, making pleased little nose wriggles and chewing sounds while Snowball grooms that mess that we call fur into a sort of almost normal looking bunny.

Anyways. So. Shit. We can’t just. Maybe we can... share custody? No no, Snowball would throw a fit (biting included) if he had to be separated from WWX for a full night, and Inkblot would probably get mad and make the biggest mess he could.

So. It starts off with play dates. See. This doesn’t really solve the issue of them being alone while the boys are in class, but play dates are a good way to start, instead of just throwing your fur baby into a new environment without any warning. So, WWX will bring little master Snowball over to Lan Wangji’s swanky apartment (listen, WWX has a whole room for his cranky baby’s toys and items but LWJ seems to have dedicated a pretty epic portion of his massive apartment to an appropriate rabbit run for his spoiled child, and Snowball seems a little jealous lol) and will watch their boys interact. It mostly involves grooming and playing and that one super awkward time when the boys decided they were grown up enough for Adult Fun Times and ruined both LWJ and WWX’s delicate sensibilities (catch me in the back rootin for 25+ year old virgins WangXian cause fuck that whole ‘no modern WangXian is gonna be virgins’ bullshit scenario okay even modern people can wait for sex wow) and then, when they’re sure the boys can handle being around each other for hours without fights, and also after LWJ has set up like five nanny cams to the apartment that’ll stream straight to their phones so they can watch their babies during the day, they start leaving their kiddos alone so they can go to class with a peace of mind knowing their boys aren’t lonely.

Which helps. A lot. Until one day. They’re sitting in the same class. Getting ready for class to start (I see a lot of Music Students WangXian, but what if they’re both medical area students? I want scientist WWX who works with dead bodies and pediatric doctor LWJ who loves babies, even the ones with sticky fingers) and WWX is just cooing at his phone. ‘Such a good boy you are, eating those greens, awww, you’re good for Diedie, huh sweetheart, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, look at them, arent they adorable? Look at his puffy fur. Do you think Snowball will ever realize his fur isn’t gonna lay flat?’ ‘I once got his fur to lay flat. While it was wet. It only lasted a moment.’ And they’re cooing over how cute their boys are.

And the students. Around them. Are all ‘oh shit you two are together and have bunnies?????’ So. That started the rumor that they’re all but married. Maybe even are married.

And it takes them. Months. Of people asking about their boys. Of people talking about them like they’re old friends or whatever. Of Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng starting rumors that they’ve been together for years and just didn’t wanna advertize. For them to realize. That people think they’re together.

Well. They realize. About two days late. Because they don’t realize till the lease on WWX’s apartment is up and LWJ offers for WWX to move in with him and he’s all moved in and settled and their boys are delighted to be together all the time (it’s still gonna be a few months before the boys convince their humans to sleep in the same bed so they can all cuddle all night long cause safer in packs, but for now, they’ve made their humans fall asleep together on the couch a few times) and. They mention. How annoying it is to move apartments. And someone mentions how rewarding it is to finally live with your BF tho. And that’s when it hits them.

Anyways. This is the story of how Snowball and Inkblot went down to the petshop to get their humans a companion.

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #bunnies #can yall tell im terrified of dogs too

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heyyy, i really forgot to type them completely hehehe number 32 and 4 with jungkook, smut, angst and fluff. thank youuuu

Love of my life

I'm sorry I think I got carried away...

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Breath-taking. It’s the only word that could be used to describe Jeon Jungkook. You watched as he effortlessly made his way through the crowd at this party he’d invited you to. His smile scrunched his nose as he talked to the other guests currently stood in BigHits offices. You sigh a little when he meets your eyes, signalling that he’ll be over to you as soon as he could get away from the others vying for his attention. It doesn’t take him long to weasel his way out of the droves of people to your perch near the door. He sweeps you into a long hug, cradling you to his hard chest for just a little too long to be friendly.

“Y/N I’m so glad you made it.” You savour the lingering smell of his cologne as he finally releases you and takes you in. You squirm a little under his gaze. “You are a sight for sore eyes! It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long.” He is right of course. This comeback had taken a toll on your friendship. Every time you had been free from work, he would be on another press junket. Every time he had managed to worm away early, you had to work or had already been fast asleep by the time his messages came through. It made your heart ache being away from him for so long. You can’t remember how long you’d been pining for Jungkook, but you know it was longer than you’d ever care to admit. Never quite being brave enough to risk it all. Settling instead for brief cuddles and platonic forehead kisses.

“Come on, there is someone I want you to meet.” His words pull you out of your thoughts and you take his hand, willing to follow him anywhere as long as you could hold him like this. He takes you through the crowd to the back of the room. You nod at the other boys as you pass, noticing a look of unease among them as they watched Jungkook drag you to your new destination. He stops you in front of a girl you’re sure you recognised but couldn’t quite place. “Y/N, this is Seo-yeon, my girlfriend.” He looks at you expectantly, that stupid bunny smile playing on his features.

“Hi.” It’s all you can manage. Your mouth suddenly feels like a desert and a knife twists in your stomach. You practically feel your heart shatter as she snakes her arms around his waist. In your worst nightmares you didn’t see this coming. Obviously, one day he would find someone he would be happy with, you just thought you had more time. It hadn’t been that long since you last saw him, maybe two months… maybe three. Certainly not long enough for him to have made a meaningful enough connection to have a serious relationship. You scan her face, trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar, and then it hit you.

The last time you had seen Jungkook, you had gone out for dinner, just the two of you. You did it before every come back in preparation for his busy schedule.

“What a lovely couple.” Your waitress had cooed. Heat had risen to your cheeks immediately as you stared down at your empty plate so JK wouldn’t see. He just laughed it off. Chuckled about how you were just ‘good friends’, it hurt, but it was true after all. You didn’t look at the waitress until she was just about to leave with your orders. It was her. The girl that had thought you were together, or now it seems, the girl that was trying to work out if he was single.

“Y/N, are you okay, you’ve gone very pale.” Jungkook’s face fills with concern, his new girl looking on in horror as you collapse to the floor.

You wake up in the familiar relax room of BigHit’s studios, the leather of the sofa is cold against your clammy skin. You grumble and pull the soft blanket covering you up, hiding your face from prying eyes.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” Jungkook crosses the room to your side, wiggling and making room for himself next to your hips. “I was so worried, what happened? Are you okay? Are you eating right?” you would’ve giggled at his overprotective nature had he not been the unassuming cause of your fainting spell. He flipped the covers away from your face, only for you to put them back in place. He smirked at your attempt only to remove the blanket from you completely. You meet his gaze now. Its painful. You struggle to supress the flight response alarm ringing in your mind, not sure you could get more than two feet away from him. You take a deep breath.

“I’m okay, just a little overwhelmed I think.” You force a meek smile, hoping it does enough to quell his worries. It must work because the next moment he pulls you up into his arms and cuddles you in close.

“Good you had me worried.” He looks down at you cradled in his arms and it nearly makes you forget why you’d ended up here in the first place. “Seo-yeon was so worried when you passed out, I’ve told her so much about you. She’s really nice Y/N I think you’ll really like her. Maybe you can try meeting her again when you’re feeling better.” Tears spring in your eyes and you fail to suppress your thoughts.

“You’re in love with her.” Its not a question. You remember the look in his eyes before everything went black, filled with nothing but affection, for her. He looks taken a back at first. Confused about where this was coming from, struggling to comprehend the pain in your expression.

“I don’t know it’s a little too soon to tell…” he trails off and its all the answer you need. Even if he doesn’t realise it, he must be in love with her. You pull out of his grip and move for the door on shaky legs. “Y/N where are you going? Talk to me”. His hand curls around your wrist as you reach for the doorknob.

“I can’t, not about this, not now.” Your voice is as unsteady as your feet. Tears roll freely down your cheeks as you turn your face out of his view. “Go back and enjoy the party, I’m going to go home, I’ll text you when I feel better.” You try to pull out of his grip again but this time he holds tight.

“If you think I’m letting you go anywhere this upset, you don’t know me like you think you do.” His tone is light, but he sounds off, like he is holding something back. He uses his leverage to pull you back into him, smothering your wet face into his previously pristine white shirt. “Tell me what’s wrong or neither of us get to leave.” The threats empty and you know it. He must be dying to get back to the party, to her.

“Just drop it Kookie, you don’t want to know and I’m not ready to tell you.” Your voice is muffled by his chest, but he seems to get the memo, releasing you immediately.

“I just want to help.” He looks so defeated, like a puppy whose been told off for chewing his toys too much. You can’t help yourself as you reach out to cup his cheek. He nuzzles into your familiar warmth and you grant a smile, even if it’s only a little one.

“I’m sorry Kook, I didn’t mean to upset you too, it’s just…” you take a deep sigh, trying to compose yourself. “Meeting her was just too much for me.” You will him to catch the meaning in your tone, to understand why you needed to leave. For a moment you think he gets it, his face softens and lips part like he is going to speak… and then he doesn’t. The wo of you stand then in uncomfortable silence for a while, unsure of your next step. “I should go, you should go back, your one of the guests of honour, we can talk about this tomorrow, if you still want to speak to me at all.” You make one more attempt to leave, pushing passed a frozen Jungkook and into the hallway. You make your way to the back exit and into the night.

You walk through the streets of Seoul, cursing yourself for not having the forethought to bring a coat, but you had stupidly assumed that you would be going home with him. A movie night and a sleepover are customary after a comeback… were customary. Tears streak down your face, no energy left to fight them back. You’re three blocks away when you hear him call for you. You don’t stop. You can’t. he has always been fast though; it takes him no time to catch up to you.

“Y/N, please stop.” His voice breathy from running after you. He drapes a jacket of his around your shoulders and falls into step beside you. “You can’t just tell me something like that and run off… I’m not entirely sure I know what you’ve told me, but god do I hope its what I’m thinking because it feels like I have waited all my life for you.” You stop dead and swallow hard, desperately trying to organise the thoughts in your head that are running a mile a minute. You whip around to face him, the biggest question in your mind taking precedence over the rest.

“What is that supposed to mean?” your eyes search his face, trying desperately to find a hint of a joke, work out exactly what he thinks he is doing, what he hopes to achieve by saying these things to you.

“It’s supposed to mean I’m in love with you, I have been for the longest time and if there is even the slightest chance I can have you instead of anyone else I’m going to take it.” His hands fall either side of your face, pulling your lips to his. You let him take control, stunned into silence by his response. All thoughts of his girlfriend slipped from your mind. You reach up and grab his collar, using it to tug him closer. Close wasn’t close enough when you’d waited so long. Your breathing is heavy as you separate, foreheads resting against each other. He rubs his cold nose across yours and grins. The knowledge that that grin was just for you made your stomach flip.

“Come home with me.” You breathe out. Jungkook is not a man that needs to be told twice, grabbing your hand, and running in the direction of your apartment. He takes off so fast you nearly lose the jacket he had wrapped around you.

The run to your home doesn’t take long. You fumble with your keys to unlock the door, missing a few times as his hands traced up your sides. Once its open he lifts you into his arms and carries you over the threshold, kicking the door closed behind him. He deposits you on the sofa before climbing onto your lap and removing his shirt. He presses kisses along your jawline and down your neck, nibbling softly in sensitive areas. Its then that his phone starts to vibrate. He grumbles an apology and turns off the ring, dumping the phone on the table. He tries to return to his ministrations, reaching for the hem of your shirt, but the phone rings again and this time you see the screen lit up perfectly. Lit up perfectly with her picture, actually a picture of the two of them squished together as she kisses his cheek. You push at his chest forcing him to sit back on his heels as you wriggle out from underneath him.

“We can’t do this, at least not now.” There’s that look again, the one that looks like you kicked him. “We can’t start our relationship when you are still with her. Jungkook I love you but I’m not willing to hurt somebody else to be with you, not like that.”

“We aren’t starting like that. I broke up with her at the party Y/N, put in an uber and ran after you, its what took me so long. Like I said, if there was even a chance of us being together, I couldn’t be with anyone else.” You frown at him but feel your resolve slipping away. “Please just ignore it.” He reaches to place kisses on your face. “I’ll turn it off, we never have to think about her again.” His hands fall to the hem of your shirt once more and this time he is successful in his removal. His finger trail along your naked back before reaching the clasp on your bra. You shed the offending lace just in time for his tongue to find its way to your nipples. You moan at the feeling, head tumbling back at the thought of what else that tongue could do to you. He matched your moan with a whine of his own and you couldn’t take it anymore. He sounded so needy, so sexy you knew you had to have him. You undid the fly on his jeans and helped him drag them over his hips, you mouth watered at the sight of his growing bulge. As soon as his jeans hit the floor you were straddling his lap. You grind your still clothed pussy against the thin material of his boxers teasing him gently. A fatal mistake on your part. Next thing you know you are looking at his bum upside down as he carries you in a fireman’s lift to your bedroom, making quick work of your pants and underwear on the way. He dumps you on the bed and you scramble to your knees, eager to have your hands back on him.

You start at his chest, running your thumbs over his nipples and watching him shiver before moving to cup his package. Your thumbs run around the waistband of his boxers before lowering them to reveal his mouth-watering cock. As you go to play with his naked member he growls, flipping onto all fours. Your surprised by the sudden force, even more surprised as you feel his fingers snake between your legs, followed closely by his mouth. He laps at your folds as his fingers move to play with your clit. You push back, desperate to feel every inch of him.

“Kookie don’t tease, I need you now.” Your voice is whiny, setting Jungkook off in a way he didn’t know he was capable of. Its animalistic. The speed in which he lines himself and thrusts deep inside of you is unreal. You choke at the intrusion, trying to adjust to the new stretch in your pussy. It burns as he starts to move but you can’t find it in you to care. It just feels so right, and the pain hurts so good. One arm pulls you up into his chest as the other rubs figure eights into your clit. Your orgasm hits much sooner than you expect. Rippling through you as he keeps thrusting through the aftershocks. You feel yourself collapsing into him, glad to have his strong arms keeping you pressed against him as he chased his own high. It isn’t long before he cums deep inside of you. You collapse in a heap of limbs not even wasting time for him to pull out as you cuddle close, content to stay tangled together forever.

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Life Goes On

→Idols: Wong Kunhang & Xiao Dejun

→Requested: Yessss Hi!!! I’m a new follower and literally fell in love with your writing ^o^ May I request an angsty right person at the wrong time scenario with either Xiaojun or Hendery, thank you!

→Genre: Right Person Wrong Time, angst, fluff

→Word Count: 2.7k+

→Warnings: self degradation, implied cheating, Hendery's an asshole, Xiao's a savior, kinda self indulgent (apologies)

→Synopsis: Life's not far. You either have to learn how to swim or drown in your own misery.

→A/n: I honestly surprised myself when I finished this cause I'm actually behind on a couple requests but I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoy reading this, and if you did please like, reblog or donate to my Ko-Fi in my bio. Requests are open for NCT, Enhypen, SVT, and Treasure.

Life isn’t fair, and it isn’t always right. Things don’t end the way you want them to, and no amount of begging or wishing or sacrificing will change fate. So you can only sit there, watch as life moves on without you in it. You either learn how to swim or drown in your own misery.

You swam.

Wong Kun-Hang, you’re child-hood bestfriend. The two of you met long ago. Back when the biggest problems were early bedtimes, or begging your parents for the newest toys. When scraped knees and torn tights were a constant part of your life. In the 2nd grade when he was the new kid, you were too nervous to talk to him so you gave him a special Valentine’s Day card, the one with the carton fish with the really funny joke on it that made you giggle while you were placing various heart stickers on it, accompanied by two pieces of candy instead of one. One of your parents had helped you sign it specially with your name, not just your initials. Although it was scribbled it was still readable. You were nervous walking up to his desk, fixing your school uniform as best you could before shyly handing it to him, trying to hide the heat that was rising in your cheeks and ears.

“Hi.” Kun-Hang looked up at you, a look matching yours on his face. You saw his paper bag for his cards was bare, Kun-Hang covering the front of it in the teacher’s cursive due to him not having time to decorate it. It was empty, devoid of any Valentines, and he hadn’t brought any to give out so he didn’t even have his own. It was sad compared to yours, filled almost to the brim with cute cards and candy.

“Hi.” Hendery’s voice was almost a whisper. He wasn’t prepared for anyone to talk to him, he had only been in your class for a week and hadn’t had enough time to make friends.

“I want to be your friend. Here’s a Valentine’s card.” Where you ignored the heat in your cheeks it was obvious to see Kun-Hang’s awkward smile adorning his face as his cheeks glowed a light red. It was too late to back down now, so you thrust the card out towards him and watched as he timidly took it before sending him a bright smile and scurrying off to your desk, the teacher’s voice telling the class to calm down.

You looked towards the teacher, patiently waiting for their instruction while Kun-Hang only looked at you, awe in his eyes while replaying the moment you walked up to.

Years have gone by since that fateful day that you handed him the card and declared that you wanted to be his friend and you’re still just as close. The day after Valentine’s Kun-Hang stayed by your side faithfully, sitting beside you at lunch and playing with you and your friends at recess. At first he was still awkward, not knowing just where he fit into your life, but everytime you held your hand out to him or handed him a spare cookie from your lunchbox he got a little more comfortable until you were connected at the hip.

As the friend group gradually grew smaller due to everyone else moving away or transferring schools, you and Kun-Hang stayed together, evolving into something more than just childhood best-friends. Shared cookies turning into something else just as sweet, innocent pecks when you thought no one else was watching, holding hands having a new meaning when he pulls you under the bleachers of your high school during your share P.E. class to hold you close as he whispers his feelings for you. He was your perfect love story, your first and only boyfriend. Even now at 20, watching him live his dream life as an idol you still have the same feeling from the first time you met him, that bashful shy feeling as you watching him smile on stage and during fanmeets. The pretty diamond ring on your finger glinting in the various strobe lights they use for their concert, a comforting weight that makes your heart flutter when you think about the day that the two of you will get married.

Life always throws a wrench into pretty plans don’t though.

“It’s just not working out with her.” Confusion filled your mind hearing Hendery’s voice through the phone. Calling out his name gave you no answer. “She’s so clingy, she refuses to back off and give me any space.”

“Aren’t you getting married?”

“I don’t think I can go through with it. I don’t want to leave her at the altar though.”

“I thought you guys were perfect for eachother? Haven’t you been together since middle school?”

“I know, I know. I don’t think I ever liked her in that way. She’s my only relationship but I just don’t see her in that light. She’s more like an annoying little sister than a girlfriend.”

“You’re a fucking douchebag Hendery.”

“I know. She really loves me, but I don’t think I ever saw her romanctically. She was the only option. I really don’t want to ruin the friendship, but I don’t love her.”

You don’t remember hanging up the phone. Or sending him the message.

You accidentally called me, you don’t have to be miserable just to make me happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t be good enough for you.

I didn’t want you to find out this way. I really do like you, you’re my best friend.

But you don’t love me the way that I love you

I’m sorry.

Don’t be sorry. Goodbye Hendery.

Hendery couldn’t ignore the smile that grew on his face, the heavy feeling over his chest lifting.

“What happened to you? Why are you so happy?” Ten questioned while chewing on the cookie he stole from Kun, slight concerned at how over the span of a half hour Hendery’s expression could go from forlorn over the thought of the wedding to ecstatic as he jumped up from the couch, staring at his phone that was clenched tightly in his hand.

“She broke up with me.” His smile grew impossibly bigger while Xiao’s face dropped. “I accidentally called her while we were talking and she said we don’t have to be together.” If Hendery wasn’t so busy cheering about his new found freedom he would’ve felt how the tensions rose in the room, or saw how Xiao looked at him with disgust as he slid his engagement ring off of his finger and tossed it on the coffee table. As if it meant nothing to him.

“So you used her?” An uneasy silence settled over the room while Yangyang made a quick exit, not wanting to witness anything. Hendery’s smile swiftly disappeared at Xiao’s accusatory tone. “And you’re celebrating your ‘freedom’ while she’s heart broken?” A cold chuckle punctuated his statement.

“I didn’t mean for her to overhear the conversation. But she broke up with me. If she’s hurt it’s her fault.” Hendery tried to plead his case, looking around at his other groupmates that were present but they refused to meet his eyes, all sharing Xiao’s sentiments on the situation. “I never wanted her to fall in love with me.”

Xiao couldn’t ignore the way that his fist shook hearing Hendery say that. He was already angered hearing how casually Hendery talked about his lack of feelings, no remorse evident in his voice. Clenching his jaw to hide the obscenities and curses that he wanted to spout on each of Hendery’s weekly rants about your relationship. But hearing just how casually he used you and didn’t care, that was Xiao’s last straw.

“So you fucking used her, and are now blaming it on her?” The room went stilent and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Xiao walked closer to Hendery, crossing the coffee table that kept them separated. Then he threw the first punch.

No one was expecting it, hearing the crack when Xiao’s fist connected with Hendery’s nose. Hendery didn’t have time to recover enough to retaliate before Lucas was picking Xiao off of his feet and hauling him out of the room. “Fucking stay away from her or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Xiao knew that it was stupid to fall for you, even dumber since you were head over heels in love with Hendery, someone who didn’t deserve even an ounce of you. He knew that you would never see him in that light, naively hung up on Hendery, so he did the next best thing. Become your friend.

Sure, he knew that he was only a rebound, only truly talking to you whenever Hendery was too busy - ignoring you - to entertain you, so you turned to Xiao. He knew that there was never way you would love him the way that he loved you, but he didn’t care. He’d be whatever you wanted him to be, even if it was perpetually stuck pining after you.

That’s the only explainable reason as to why he snuck out of the dorm after receiving the text from you.

I need you Dejun

It wasn’t hard to leave the dorm, Sicheng and Ten were too busy worrying about Hendery’s nose and if it was broken or not. All Xiao had to do was slip out of the front door. He didn’t bother asking the manager for a ride, walking would do just fine. Your apartment wasn’t too far from the dorm, there was no sweat off his back. Until the clouds broke open and it started to rain profusely when Xiao was only a block away from your apartment.

That explains why you answered the frantic knocking at your door to be met with a soaking wet Xiao, hair plastered to his forehead from the rain and shirt appearing like a second skin.

“What the hell happened? Come in, hurry.” Moving to the side you quickly pulled Xiao inside, feeling guilty at the way that he shook from the cold.

“It rained a little bit.” Despite the pain in your chest, and your eyes burning from the amount of tears that you had shed you couldn’t help but giggle.

“That’s an understatement. I’ll get you a towel and some clothes so you can change.”

Twenty minutes later the two of you were awkwardly facing eachother. You’ve never truly hung out by yourself, the boys were always a buffer between the two of you. The teddy bear that you were clutching against your chest being the only thing to separate you, your light pink blanket seeming almost childish with Xiao sitting on it. The gigantic hoodie that you stole from your brother draped over his frame, almost drowning him in the sheer amount of fabric.

“Are you okay?” He was the first to break the silence, eyes finally meeting yours and softening out of compassion. The sight of him pitying you caused the tears to prick at your eyes, glancing down while you absentmindely played with the fraying ends of the blanket.

“Why would I be? Hearing that my fiance didn’t love me. I was a burden to him our whole relationship. An annoying little sister.” Letting out a joyless chuckle at the irony of it all, a fiance that saw you as a little sister. You hadn’t realized that warm tears were falling down your cheeks, darkening the light pink fabric where they hit, littering it with drops of magenta. “How was I so stupid? I should’ve seen it comer when he started staying at the studio later and later when there was no comeback. Was he even staying at the studio? Was there someone else?” You looked up at Xiao, trying to blink away the blurry vision to find any answer for the questions you desperately asked. Xiao’s hand came up to cup your cheek, wiping the tears away. The sweet motion caused you to let out a sob, launching yourself into Xiao’s arm.

Xiao’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap. You couldn’t be bothered to feel awkward or uncomfortable at the strange position, only burying your face into the hoodie and letting your tears soak the fabric. Xiao sighed, biting back his own emotions as he listened to you choke on your sobs, feeling your body shake with every wretched wail that left your mouth. All because of Hendery. If it weren’t for you clutching onto the fabric of the hoodie so tightly that it could rip out of fear of Xiao leaving he might’ve gone back to the dorm and broken Hendery’s jaw.

“He never deserved you.” Swallowing to hide the way that his voice attempted to crack Xiao continued, “ You are the sweetest, loveliest, gentliest, and purest person that I have ever met in my life. You care for everyone and everything no matter how small or significant they may seem. You loved Hendery with your whole heart, and he didn’t deserve to ever see that side of you.” Your sobbing had dissolved into meaningless sniffles, eyes still wet with tears as you listened to Xiao’s words.

“He’s the only person I’ve ever loved. I thought he was the one.”

“He wasn’t right for you. You’ll meet someone who is.” Xiao bit back the confession that he desperately wanted to say. He knew it wasn’t the right time. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence until the sounds of your stomach grumbling caused Xiao to sadly move you from his lap so that he could order the two of you food.

The silence remained even as the two of you ate, quietly munching as the ramen noodles brought a warmth back to you, hands shaking slightly from the after-cry headache that plagued you. Xiao grabbed your empty containers and bottles, throwing them away before appearing in your doorway again, wet clothes now wrapped in a bag.

“It’s pretty late. I’m going to go home.”

“You can stay. If you want.” The silence between the two of you was no longer comfortable.

“I’ll stay.”

If only you knew just how long he would.

“I’m so proud of you baby.” You whispered in his ear as he carried you back to the bedroom, adrenaline from WayV’s most recent win still coursing through his veins, if the way that he unlocked the front door and picked you up had anything to say about it.

“Owe it all to you. Always supporting me.” Both of you giggled as he hovered over you, hands on either side of your head while yours ran down his back, before tugging at the bottom of his sheer shirt, prompting him to take it off and throw it on the floor.

“Technically you started this two years ago by staying.” Xiao rolled his eyes before leaning down, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, barely giving you enough time to savor it before he was pulling away. Poking your lips out Xiao obliged, placing one, two, three more kisses before pulling away.

“I’m in love with you.” This wasn’t the first time he’s said it, but this confession made you burn from the inside out all the same. Heat rising up your neck all the way to your ears while butterflies pranced around in your stomach. Xiao’s eyes held the exact same emotion that they had two years ago when you asked him to stay that you now had a name for. It was pure adoration, and devotion. Love in simpler terms.

“I’m in love with you too.” Tangling your fingers into his hair you pulled him down into another kiss, a searing one deeper than the previous ones you had shared. His hand coming up and cupping your jaw caused you to pull away from the kiss, a bright smile on your face as you whispered two words that caused Xiao to kiss you until the both of you had to pull away for air in fear of suffocating. “Thank you.”

Sometimes, the right one get’s away to let a better one in. Thank you Hendery, you taught me how to love so I could love Xiao properly.

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mxchellesworld · 4 years

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𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

***

You woke up in the warm embrace of your two favorite people. They took their promise of not going anywhere literally which made you giggle. You tried your best to wiggle out of their arms without waking them up. Looking back you admired the way the sun was trying to shine through the curtains. The little slivers that made it through highlighted the golden aspect of their hair. After a few minutes of observing you made your way to their kitchen.

Looking in their fridge and cabinets you saw there were all the right ingredients to make a full breakfast. Without making too much noise you ended up making plates full of pancakes with eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. You made sure to bring out the pot of sugar so that Spencer could drink his liquid sweetener.

Once everything was done you skipped back to their room and crawled back into the empty center space you left. Getting on your hands and knees you leaned forward to pepper both their faces with little kisses. Spencer stirred awake first and pulled your lips to meet his properly.

You let out a laugh as you were pulled away by Cat to do the same. Pulling away you sat back on your knees, “There is a full breakfast waiting on you guys on the table.”

They both perked up at the thought of food which made you smile. You scooted of the bed and made your way back to the kitchen taking your seat at the table. They joined you in a few minutes and dug right into the stack of pancakes.

“How’d you sleep princess? Are you feeling alright?” Spencer asked between chews of a strip of bacon.

“It was good, I feel a lot better than I have been which is weird because of,” you trailed off not trying to relive the memory, “um yeah.. how did you guys sleep?”

“Very good until the kissing fairy decided to make herself known,” Cat responded hiding her smile behind her coffee mug.

“Hey!” you said pointing your fork at her, “I’ll make sure neither of you touch these lips again,” you threatened.

“Woah woah woah don’t add me into this, I don’t deserve such a cruel punishment,” Spencer said holding his hands up.

“You guys can just kiss each other.” A thought popped up in your head, “Wait I’ve never seen you guys kiss. Is it because of me?” you asked, “I mean I wouldn’t mind it. Thats kinda hot.”

You looked up to see them blushing and you laughed, “Don’t tell me a little kissing makes you nervous.”

“What no. Jeez are we in middle school or something playing truth or dare,” Spencer said.

“Ok, then kiss,” you egged them on.

“I didn’t realize you were in charge here angel,” Cat said squinting her eyes at you.

You tried not to let the shivers she gave you become transparent, “Well I am. So both of you get up.”

They both shared a look then burst out laughing. You pouted as they dismissed your efforts to take charge. Yeah maybe you weren’t the most intimidating. And maybe they brought out the needy little submissive in you. But you had plans and you were going to see them through if it was the last thing you did.

You stood up and put your hands on your hips, “Up.”

“What,” they said in unison.

“Get the fuck up. I’m in charge today,” you left them with their mouths gaping open as you walked into their room. You settled on the center of the bed with your head on the pillows.

“I’m waiting,” you yelled loud enough for them to hear. Soon enough you heard shuffling and they made their way into the room, standing at the edge of the bed.

“Strip,” you commanded in your most powerful voice.

Surprisingly they followed your orders and started taking off their clothes. You watched them with hungry eyes as they got down to nothing. You were starting to understand why they liked being in charge all the time, this was exciting.

You crooked your fingers in a ‘come here’ motion and they got on the bed. One on either side of your spread legs.

“You know what I want,” you said looking between each of them. Slowly they leaned forward and their lips connected. You took your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight in front of you.

You were in awe at the aggressiveness. The way Spencer’s large hands encased Cat’s face as their lips clashed together. Your thighs started to rub together, trying to relief the ache that was starting to grow between your legs. Soon they broke apart and sat there breathing heavily, waiting for your next orders.

“Cat come here,” you said holding your arms open for her to settle her back to your chest.

“Spencer I want you to eat her out and make her cum. But Cat,” you said whispering in her ear, “you have to ask me before you do.”

He quickly got into position, putting her legs over his shoulders. You and Cat moaned at the same time. She moaned from the feeling of Spencer’s wet tongue on her clit and you moaned from seeing the action before you.

Your hands wrapped around her body and you played with her breasts. Her head fell back as you toyed with her nipples, rolling the peaks in your fingers and pinching them. She let out a symphony of moans from both ends of pleasure she was feeling.

One of your hands moved to grab her cheeks like she’s done to you many times before, “Open your fucking eyes and look down at Spencer. He’s being so good for us right now. Tell him,” you gritted in her ear.

“You’re doing so good Spencer fuck,” she whimpered out, “I’m so close.”

“Aw you’re close. Are you gonna cum all over his tongue?” you mocked her.

She frantically nodded her head and begged you to let her cum. Her legs were squirming over his shoulders and her chest was heaving. You decided to be merciful and let her cum.

“Let go baby. Let me hear you when you cum.”

She let out loud moans and curses as she came. Her back arching off your chest. Spencer slowly stopped his motions. He got up and sat back on his knees. You noticed the way his cock was standing at attention. The tip was red and leaking with precum.

Licking your lips you slowly got out from behind Cat, having her take your spot. You motioned for Spencer to lay down and you went to straddle his hips. Your lack of panties made him groan as you trapped his cock between your folds, sliding back and forth on your mixed slick. You pulled off the big t-shirt and threw it to the side.

His hands moved to your hips but you quickly moved them and held them above his head, “You don’t get to touch unless I tell you to,” you said leaning down so your face was inches from his.

His hips bucked up trying to gain more friction. Each time he did you would lift yours so he would grind up against nothing. Your hand moved to grasp his neck. You didn’t have it in you to add pressure but the action alone made him stop.

“Tell me what you want Spence. I wanna hear you beg this time,” you smirked.

“I want you to ride my cock. Please,” he whined out.

You leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his swollen lips, you moaned being able to taste Cat on his tongue. You teasingly grabbed his cock and rubbed it between your folds before sliding down his length.

You both let out sighs as you got all the way down. Slowly you started to rock your hips. His pelvis rubbing on your clit nicely. You knew it wasn’t doing much for him but to you it felt amazing.

“Please go faster Y/n,” he begged.

“You want me to fuck you Spencie? You wanna see my tits bounce as I ride your cock?” you said in fake sweet voice.

“Please Y/n I need it so bad,” he pleaded.

Without responding you started to bounce on his cock. Every time hitting your g-spot perfectly. You let go of his hands and moved them to cup your breasts. You looked over to see Cat pumping her fingers inside her dripping pussy.

“You like this Cat? Tell me I look pretty riding his cock,” you said between moans.

“You look so pretty angel,” she said darkly.

The name and her tone threw you off your rhythm. That was enough time for Spencer to flip you on your back. You yelped as he slammed into you repeatedly.

“You know you’ll never be in charge princess. You’re to desperate and mouthy,” he said punctuating each word with a thrust. He noticed you were about to speak and covered your mouth with his palm.

“I don’t wanna hear a single word out of you unless unless it’s my fucking name. Understood?”

You quickly nodded and let out a loud moan that was bubbling in your throat. You looked over to see Cat still fucking herself with her fingers. Two fingers on one hand were plunging into her while the other was quickly rubbing her clit.

“Spencer’s doing so good for you angel, why don’t you tell him,” she said mimicking your words.

“You fuck me so good Sir. I’m gonna ah cum. Please!” you mewled out.

His hand dipped down to rub your clit, “Cum on my cock princess,” he said lowly.

With that the damn broke. You trembled as the pleasure washed over your body. Even with your pounding eardrums you could hear Cat’s moans as she came a second time. Above you Spencer’s thrust grew frantic as he came deep inside you. Your pussy squeezing and milking him for every drop.

You all laid there catching your breathes, bodies sticky from the post sex glow.

Getting up on your elbows you looked up at them, “So how’d I do?”

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #cat adams x reader #cat adams smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #chellewrites

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kookiesjoonies · 4 years

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missed you | ksj.

for my lovely lindy. aka, @ppersonna. she recently hit a huge milestone and i wanted to congratulate her in the best way that i knew how! surprise, angel! i hope you love it as much as i love you. xo

main pairing: kim seokjin x reader (established relationship)

fic type: one shot

word count: 1.2k

genre: smut

warnings: language, tiny bit of fluff, lil bit of groping, choking, hand job, dirty talk, daddy kink, unprotected sex (be safe pls), creampie,

summary: your boyfriend had gone two weeks without seeing you, or being inside of you for that matter. and fourteen days was just too damn many.

A/N: i used a line from this prompt list. this was originally supposed to be a drabble, but since it’s over 1k i don’t count it as one lollll. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated!

You’d been away from home for two weeks, visiting your family and properly catching up with them for the first time in what seemed like forever. Jin had stayed behind, too busy with BTS to be able to join you. You were both sad, but you kept reminding yourselves that it was only two weeks. You’d been away from each other for way longer amounts of time before. Fourteen days was nothing.

But as it turned out, they were the longest fourteen days of your lives. When you’d told Jin that you were on your way home, he’d raced to the front door to wait for you, leaning against the wall beside of it and anxiously tapping his foot against the ground.

As soon as you made your way through the door, suitcase still on your porch, he was attacking your mouth with his. You shrieked in surprise, your boyfriend’s hands finding their way down and onto your ass cheeks to hold you against him.

He was kissing you hungrily, teeth clacking and tongues moving against each other sloppily. You were barely able to keep up, and you were definitely out of breath.

When you were finally able to break free and pull away from him, you were both panting.

“Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?” You teased, finally pulling your bags inside and shutting the door behind you.

Jin just offered you a playful, dramatic sigh in response.

“If you must.”

You rolled your eyes, an adoring smile creeping up and onto your face as you slipped your heels off and stacked them neatly onto the shoe rack.

You’d barely had time to stand up straight again before he was pushing you up against the door, his hands on your hips as his lips left hot, wet kisses up your neck.

A groan left your mouth, teeth chewing on your lower lip as you relaxed into his touch and let him have his way with you.

“Fuck,” he sighed, his hands moving away from you to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, “I’ve missed you.”

“I can tell.” You offered him a giggle, which turned into a moan as he pushed his hardened length against your core.

It sent shocks of electricity all throughout your body and straight to your pussy, making it throb and clench around nothing.

“Got to have you.” He mumbled, pulling your earlobe in between his teeth.

Your hand reached forward, pushing his boxers out of the way and grabbing hold of his cock. Jin’s forehead fell against your shoulder with a groan, his eyes quickly squeezing shut.

You slowly brought your hand up and then back down, gathering some of the precum that was dripping to use as a lubricant. He hissed through his teeth as you twirled your thumb around the tip, moaning a slew of curses as you sped up the pumping motion of your hand.

“Fuuuuck.” He sighed, his hips jerking back and forth at their own will as he fucked into your hand.

“Feel good?” You prompted, fingertips toying with his balls.

He bit down on your shoulder, unable to speak coherently as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was quickly swatting your hand away, lifting you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he had your skirt bunched up at your stomach in no time. There was no time for proper removal of clothing, it seemed.

And that thought was even further confirmed once he pushed the lace fabric of your panties to the side, lining the head of his dick up with your entrance.

“Goddamn,” he smirked, taking quick note of how soaked you were, “all for me?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, arms linking around his neck, “all for you.”

He pushed into you without warning, and you gasped at the stretch. It was rare for him not to finger you and get you ready for him, but he was so fucking desperate to be inside of you, he couldn’t be bothered to take the extra time. He stayed still for a moment once he bottomed out, giving your body a chance to adjust as he admired the way your jaw fell slack open.

You breathed out, offering him a small nod.

“Okay,” you panted out, “move. Oh, God. Please move.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He brought a hand up to wrap around your throat, gripping onto it loosely as he pulled his hips all the way back before slamming right back into you. Your back hit the hard wood of the door, causing you to whimper at all of the different sensations happening at once.

His hold on your throat tightened, fingertips pressing harder into your skin as the pace of his thrusts turned from hard and slow, to brutal and fast. You were moaning so loudly that you were sure your neighbors could hear, but you couldn’t bring yourself to give a single fuck. They should be so lucky.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve missed this tight little pussy of yours.” He growled into your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin and causing you to whine.

Your fingernails dug into the nape of his neck, clinging to him as he fucked the life out of you. He was bouncing you against the door, and all you could do was cry out and hope it didn’t break.

He shifted the position of his hips all at once, effectively making your walls clench tightly around him as you mewled. He knew he’d hit that perfect spot, and continued to repeatedly abuse it.

You were gasping, screaming, and completely fucked out. Fire was quickly building in the pit of your stomach, your thighs shaking vigorously around him.

“Gonna cum for me, huh?” He asked, his fingers moving from your throat and down onto your clit as he rubbed rough circles against it, “gonna cum for daddy? Make a mess all over my cock?”

You wanted so badly to answer him, but it seemed that you’d forgotten how to speak. He’d fucked the ability to do so right out of you. Instead, you offered him a series of quick nods as you pushed your hips against him, trying to take him deeper if that were at all possible. And with a few more filthy words whispered into your ear, along with several more agonizing thrusts, your whole body was shaking as your orgasm washed over you. Your cunt squeezed around him as your fingers grabbed and pulled on his hair, your mouth agape as your head slammed back against the door.

“Fucking beautiful,” he praised as he watched you come completely undone, “so fucking filthy, and so fucking perfect.”

It didn’t take long for him to reach his high, his release flooding the inside of your pussy and making you scream out another loud moan at the feeling.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute, his fingers now tugging through the strands of your hair. His thumb eventually landed on the top of your cheek, lightly grazing over your soft skin.

“Missed you.” He hummed, dipping his head down to press his lips against yours.

“And I missed you.”

#bts #bts imagine #kim seokjin #seokjin imagine #seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin x y/n #bts jin #bangtan #bts smut #bts reactions #bts scenarios #kim seokjin imagine #kim seokjin smut #bts seokjin #seokjin oneshot #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you

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tomhardydallasstarsgirl · 4 years

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FUCK.YOU.ANGEL.REYES

Chapter 3.5

Angel Reyes x Black Reader

Warnings: Crude Nasty Hot and Dirty Language. Oral Sex Unprotected Sex. Female receiving. Bodily Fluids

Summary: You return to Santo Padre after being gone for nearly 15 years. Your life and also others will change. Affecting everything you hold dear including your Mayan MC Family.

Not requested by anyone. This is a short Chapter solely dedicated to Angel basically being Angel. ENJOY PEEPS!!!

Pic credit by @claytoncardenas_angels from Instagram

A thunderstorm has arrived to Santo Padre with howling winds, loud crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning. You were asleep after yet another lengthy round of sex with Angel who was holding you close as you two were asleep. That was while the moon was out. But, now it’s a different story as you two are awake again. Just like the raging storm outside there’s a whole different one of pain, passion and so much pleasure going on under Angel’s roof as he just has your back pinned against his heavy shower glass door as a mixture of cries and lustful pleas are mixed with the hot showering steam. You have your legs around him his tall solid figure as he drags more orgasms from your body. That feeling that was once wrapped so tightly in the pit of your stomach was never reached or challenged by any man before Angel also which wasn’t many either. He has single-handedly been able to push, tease, manipulate your body to the edge as he’d watch you dangle before taking the plunge into the abyss of ecstasy. His eyes, teeth, voice, lips, thick ringed fingers and deadly tongue have all done a insurmountable assault on you. Of course, not including that Double XXL King Cobra big dick energy swinging between his legs. Its funny how even before letting him touch you in such an intimate way he latched onto you in more ways than one. He occupied your mind loving there rent free as he eased into your heart little by little and grabbed a hold of your soul by revealing himself by warming up to you. He pulls you out of the shower as he dries your body slowly and on purpose. Then he walks you back to his bedroom. Grabs a blindfold covering your eyes as he sits you down at the foot of the bed.

“Don’t move mama. I’ll be right back”, he whispers as he kisses your lips softly disappearing for a minute.

All you can hear is the rain falling with the heavy winds as your breathing was steady until you felt the nearness and warm heat of a body coming near you. What you can’t see is that Angel is carrying a small tray in tow as he places it on the floor near your feet. A pair of strong hands touched your thighs as rough pads of his fingers trace the outlines of them as your breath slightly quickens. The feeling is making you nervous but, at the same time it’s exhilarating. Once the touching stops he stepped away from you heading toward the head of his bed. You can hear as if something was heavy and chained was being put in place at the headboard.

He comes back to you as he stares at you as you anxiously chew on your bottom lip while your curiosity is like a runaway train. He grabs a strawberry as he holds it in front of your face rubbing it against your lips.

“Hmmm is that a strawberry daddy?”, you ask as a smile appears on your face.

He doesn’t right away as he dips it in chocolate dripping down his thick finger as a he places it toward you lips as you take a bite. You moan at the taste as he watches you lick the extra chocolate from your lips. He nearly finishes the rest of it as he holds the last piece on his own lips. Moving closer to you as you pull him in taking the rest into your mouth as he lets out a feral growl as you suck on his bottom lip. He’s suddenly overheated and his dick is hard as fucking steel as he grabs you picking you up placing your body flat on his bed.

“Damn my necklace looks beautiful between these breasts I’m going to lick and suck the hell out of”, as your mouth waters with anticipation.

He grabs each of your wrists as they become shackled to his headboard while his hard dick keeps brushing your left leg as a yelp escape your lips. He laughs under his breath as he leaves your legs free.

“Alexa. Play Living Room Flow for me”, asks Angel.

“Sure thing Daddy. Anything for you”, the feminine voice responds back to him as you raise a quizzical eyebrow and shaking your head.

Suddenly music comes thumping from his sound system as Jhene sultry voice seeps through his sound system.

I’m so glad you called right on time

You must have just read my mind

If we skipped the small talk, want you now

But, I don’t have to stay til mornin’

I don’t have to, I don’t have pack no clothes

I am really not that lonely

We finished, we finished and I will go

You gasp and hold you legs together for the simple fact that Jhene gets you in the mood for sex. Unless Angel knows now that her music is your Achilles heel and makes you melt to do just about anything.

He doesn’t say a single word as you only hear his heavy ragged breathing as you pool between your legs. So there you are chained to Angel’s headboard with a blindfold over your eyes when you as that moment feel him snake between your legs as your heart jumps into your throat. Suddenly hear as if something is being shakened in a can when something cold is applied to your belly button as you jump from the coldness of it. A split second later it hits you that this man is putting whip cream on your body so you know what’s going to happen next. His hot tongue laps up every drop of the whip cream as you want to free your hands from the cuffs to touch Angel so badly as you bit down on your lip. You call his name repeatedly as he continues to torment you slowly. He grabs your hips to hold you in place.

“You keep your fine ass still dulce. Or else”, he demands as you stay still not wanting the latter of his threat.

You’re body is still as a board as you feel a sticky and dripping sensation on your skin running between you breasts and on top of your hard as diamond nipples. A slow and agonizing slick trail of his tongue leaves you gasping and begging as he sucks up the honey. Putting your body in hyper drive as you feel two fingers dip between your folds as the pad of his thumb making tiny circles to you clit.

“FUCK ANGEL!! Make me come daddy!!!”, you when as he circles your clit faster as your hips move too.

He must’ve felt you were close to euphoria as he whispers to you.

“I told you to not move didn’t I?”, he whispers in your ear as your breath is ragged and uneven as rubs your clit as your upper body slowly leaves his bed.

Just as you were about to cum for him he removes his hand as you growl in anger.

“WHAT FUCK YOU DO THAT FOR ANGEL”, as you yell at him in frustration as he laughs at you.

“What fucking part of be still you don’t understand little girl? I fucking meant that shit”, as he toyed with you some more.

He then grabs the chocolate syrup as he dips his thick finger into it. He drizzles the syrup onto your folds and clit as he grabs your legs pinning you down so you can’t move an inch. He dives in laying his tongue flat as he suck up the syrup as he gasp and cry his name. You so badly wanted to touch and grab onto Angel as he assaulted your pussy with his stiff tongue and thick full beard as tears fall heavily from your eyes.

“Daddy please let me touch you baby”, you yell in a crying sob as you beg Angel for relief.

Of course, Angel being the brick wall he can be licks deeper and faster as you pull at the restraints wanting to be set free. You’re thinking to yourself as your running full steam ahead as Angel is nearing you towards that infinite orgasm you’ve been within reach as tears fall faster from your eyes as your so want to squirt all over his beautiful beard. Just as your nearing the finish line you whisper his name non-stop and he does it again pulling back from you as your now beyond pissed as your now cussing him out.

He does nothing but, guffaws with such cockiness you are practically beside yourself at this point.

“I fucking hate you Angel Reyes. I literally can’t stand you right now”, as you spew anger and cuss words.

He grabs you by the waist as he yanks your lower half toward him as you attempt to resist him.

“Colibri this is a losing battle of you trying to fight and rebel against me. Especially since I know you want Daddy to stretch out this tight ass pussy you been waiting for. All you want to do is wet and squirt all over this dick too. So, when you think you denying me you actually denying yourself”, he whispers in your ear as his tongue flicks your lobe as it sets your body a blaze. You cry uncontrollably as you plead with him to satisfy you so desperately. To a certain extent he’s enjoying this teasing game of cat and mouse he has going with you. But deep down he just wants to fuck you so hard that he’ll be the only man on your mind. He wants to be so consumed with all of you physically and mentally it’s tearing him up to an extent to see you begging, crying and pleading for him to fuck the living day lights out of you. So, he lets bygones by bygones and gives you just exactly what you needed. As another song ends he asks Alexa for another request.

“Play When we by Tank for me”, says Angel as a moan escapes from your lips.

He removes the restraints from your wrists as he softly kisses them, he goes for the blindfold as you move your head from his reach.

“Leave it on daddy. I just want to feel you”, as Angel rolls out a growl from his lips as he’s turned on and his dick is bricking up for your pleasure.

“Get on all fours baby. Head down ass up”, commands Angel as his voice has gotten deeper.

You bite your lip as music pours out from his system again.

When we

Mmm

When we

I like it when you lose it

I like it when you go there

I like the way you use it

Angel rubs his nose along your folds as you hold onto his bed sheets.

I like it that you don’t play fair

Recipe for a disaster

When I’m just try’na take my time

Stroke is getting’ deep and faster

You’re screamin’ like I’m out of line

His tongue is flattened against your clit as circles and sucks on as you gasp for air

“Don’t stop daddy don’t you dare fucking stop. I wanna come all over your beard please”, as you spur him on. You feel to finger hook inside your center as you buck your round ass against his face. He lets out a moan telling you that he likes it as you pump against his stiff faster. His licks against your clit are more sloppy and profound as you start to shake uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck Angel it’s right there daddy take me to it pleeeease”, you beg as he starts to smacks your ass cheeks one at a time back at forth. Those butterflies in your stomach start to flutter out of control as you take to jump.

“Come for daddy baby. Wet up your beard you love so much” as you lose your mind as you spasm against his bed.

Without noticing “Wet the Bed” is playing as a split-second later Angel enters you from behind filling you completely drawing all the air from you as he steadies himself inside you. He pulls your hair to meet his long deep strokes as he reaches around to rub your swollen clit. You come instantly as you slowly try to pull away from his deafening strokes as he laughs at you.

Bring it forward, don’t you run run

I don’t want to be a minute man

Baby you’re just like a storm

Rainin’ on me girl, your soakin wet, ooh whoa

He grabs his cell phone feeling himself at the moment as he starts filming. He snaps a couple of salacious pics of his dick penetrating in and out of you as your moans and cries mix with the skin to skin contact getting louder over the music.

“Fuck girl I love hearing the sweet sound of my dick slapping against my pussy and sweet ass. This is the money shot right here Colibri”, he grunts as he strokes faster connecting to your sweet spot over and over. His strokes are erratic and slowly losing control. He regains as he grabs your waist as he flips you on top of him as he strokes upward into you as he grounds his feet into the mattress.

“You’re mine forever Senorita”.

“Always and forever Mi dulce”.

“No one can’t take my place baby.”

His words alone spare you nothing as you come for him again.

“You hear me? Unless I must remind you again”, as his hot breath is against you ear sending you into over load as he digs his thick fingers into your skin leaving noticeable bruises.

“Yes daddy. Please remind me”, you moan as Angel flips you onto your back as his darker side kicks in. He removes the blindfold as he see you teary brown eyes as he rubs them away. He grabs your legs and pins your knees to meet your shoulders as he moves back and forth inside of you

His beds starts to rock back in forth against the wall as he digs deeper and harder into you. Sobbing cries are grabbed from you as you dig your nails into his skin as you hear his bed creak back and forth from him pounding into you.

“Soy tan adicto a ti papi”, you moan to him as he kisses you with such power behind it his kiss leaves you a sobbing muttering mess.

“Mi Mundo, Mi Todo”, Angel whispers to you as he bits your bottom lip again.

Your eyes glaze over as you dig your fingers into his hair as your signal to him that you about to cum again.

“Come with me daddy. Let me feel every drop of that pearly essence inside of me”, you whisper as you two come together as so strong that you both yell to the top of your lungs.

You both stay in the same position as you both began to breath evenly again as his head is resting against the crook of your neck.

“I love you Angel Ignacio Reyes” you whisper as your fingers play with his hair.

“Te quiero Y/F/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N” as he kisses your neck softly.

“Angel I thought the frame was gonna give there for a bit” as Angel laughs at you comment.

“Nah, Colibri that’ll never happen. It’s too strong like the one who sleeps on it”, gloats Angel as you two slowly doze off to slumber as rain continues to fall.

Angel slightly adjusts his big body between your legs as there is a creaking sound.

“CRASH”, as the frame and headboard come apart.

Your eyes are wide as saucers when you realize what you said has come to fruition. Angel looks you in the eye as you attempt to suppress you sniggling giggles of laughter.

“Hmm maybe you should’ve let me come those 3 times you denied me and that would’ve never happened Angel”, you boasted.

“WHAT THE FUCK”, yells Angel as you can’t help but, laugh out loud as he tickles you.

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Broken Melody - Part Eight

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven,

Summary: Grammy Award winning Emma Danvers is the first to say she has a pretty good life. But what happens when it implodes around her and it looks like things will never be the same again?

Words: 7k+

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, 18+

Pairings: Emma Danvers x Lena Luthor

This Part: Emma spends the day with her sisters and Lena before heading back to the tour the next day.

I obviously needed to write more before the angst started. But... This is officially and I mean OFFICIALLY the last part before the angst hit.

So enjoy and get ready.

As always B!D is named.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you wanna be tagged or any general feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @thewitchandtheassassin, @finleyfray, @life-is-hella-unfair, @natasha-danvers, @supergirl-writingz

“What do you think she’d like?” Emma hears Alex’s voice whisper behind her.

“Why don’t we just order everything?” Kara whispers in front of her.

“Cause unlike Emma we don’t have hundreds of thousands of dollars.” Alex chuckles quietly making Kara grumble.

But Emma frowns slightly, realising this was not the position she fell asleep when she sang to Kara during the storm.

“Em?” Kara whispers causing Emma to slowly open her eyes.

“M’ning.” Emma smiles sleepily at her blonde sister.

Kara grins back at her. “Morning sleepy head.” She leans over and kisses her baby sister’s forehead making Emma hum happily.

“Peanut? Do you want American style pancakes or crepes?” Alex rests her head on Emma’s shoulder while looking at her phone as she orders their food.

“Crêpe.” Emma yawns.

“Ha! See! I told you Emma would want a crepe!” Kara laughs loudly and Alex pokes her tongue out at her.

“Hmmm, they taste so yummy.” Emma stretches and kisses Alex’s cheek. “Morning.”

The redhead smiles and kisses Emma’s cheek back. “Good morning.”

“Urgh, I don’t wanna get up.” Emma leans back into Alex and pouts. Emma is always more groggy the morning after a gig. Especially when she crosses a few time zones and stays up with her sisters until the early hours of the morning.

“Then don’t.” Kara shrugs and carefully flops into Emma’s arms.

“We can eat here.” Alex finishes the order and wraps her arms around her baby sister.

“How much do I owe?” Emma asks as she plays with Alex’s red hair.

“You owe nothing.” Alex says determined to not allow Emma to pay for the meal. But knowing Emma, she will find a way to slip money into Alex and Kara’s clothes at some point. Or leave it around their apartments.

“It’s our treat.” Kara boops Emma’s nose causing the blonde to scrunch her nose up. “Especially with the triumph of the tour!”

“Thank you.” Emma smiles at her sister.

“Been meaning to ask you.” Alex draws Emma’s attention to her, leaning her head back so she can partly see the redhead. “I saw a few camera’s yesterday, what’s that about?”

“Ah yea, they are recording each show and hopefully at the end we can put it all together.” Emma explains and her sister’s nod. “And do a behind the scenes thing. Kind of like our final farewell to the fans.” Emma finishes sadly. She was excited about her solo career but for years all she has known is life with the band. Maybe it won't be that different or it will be completely different. One thing Emma does know is that she doesn't work well with change.

“Hey.” Alex says softly, feeling the waves of unease roll off the blonde. “It will all be okay. We’re in this with you.”

Kara reaches around and holds Emma’s hand. “El Mayarah.”

“El Mayarah.” Alex repeats and smiles.

“El Mayarah.” Emma says softly as her eyes glisten. “I don’t know what I’d do without you two.” She smiles down at Kara and rests her head against Alex’s cheek.

A knock on Kara’s door has the Superhero quickly look round but she didn’t want to interrupt the moment.

“Go Kar, it’s fine.” Emma chuckles, releasing her sister and wiping the tears from her eyes. Sighing happily in Alex’s arms.

Kara zooms to the door and zooms back with the bags of food. Alex places a kiss on Emma’s head before letting her go and sitting up. Emma whines and pouts slightly.

“Come on Peanut, you can’t eat like that!”

“I know…” Emma grumbles and sits up against Kara’s headboard. She watches bemused as Kara dishes out the food. “I forgot what a Danver’s brunch looked like!”

“The best kind!” Kara smiles brightly at her and hands the heavy plate over.

“Preach.” Alex laughs and reaches for her plate.

The sister’s dig in, laughing and chatting.

“Hmm, speaking of which.” Alex starts before shoving some more food in her mouth. Emma rolls her eyes at Kara and waits patiently for Alex to finish her mouthful. “What are your plans with Lena later?”

“Oo yea! What do you have planned?” Kara asks excitedly.

“Nothing really.” Emma looks out one of Kara’s windows. “As it’s nice I may suggest a walk in the park, maybe get some ice cream.” Emma shrugs. “Honestly I’d be happy to do anything with Lena as long as we’re together.”

“Awww!” Kara says warmly.

“Sickening.” Alex shakes her head and Kara throws a cuddly toy at her. Emma and Kara both laugh when it hits her right in the face. Alex retaliates and throws it right back.

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Emma holds her plate and fork up. “Precious food in the vicinity!”

Both Alex and Kara stick their tongues out at each other before settling back down.

Emma chuckles and shakes her head at her sisters. “So, what have you two planned for later?”

“Nothing really, eat, work, eat, relax, eat, sleep, get up, eat, work, then see you tomorrow for lunch.” Kara lists off.

“Sounds like a great day planned.” Emma grins at Kara and looks at Alex.

“Much of the same thing.” Alex shrugs.

“Are you seeing Kelly?” Emma tilts her head slightly as she takes a bite of her crêpe.

“No, she’s got important meetings today.” Alex says sadly and Kara gives her looks of support.

Emma narrows her eyes, sensing something off with the red head. “Are things okay between you?”

“Yea.” Alex says too quickly.

“Alex.” Emma sits up straighter.

“We’re fine. Just-” Alex huffs. “Things have just been a bit rough lately.”

Emma immediately lowers her plate and fork. Her stomach drops at the guilt of not noticing Alex’s turmoil. “Alex…”

“No, I’m okay. You’ve been busy and stressed and it’s not a big deal.” Alex rattles off but her shoulder sag and tears fill her eyes. Which she unsuccessfully tries to hide.

Emma places her plate on Kara’s bedside table and grabs Alex’s which Kara takes. Emma lifts Alex onto her lap and holds her sister close, which causes Alex to sob.

Emma looks over at Kara who watches them sadly. She closes her eyes as the guilt floods through her. Even though she keeps in regular contact with her sisters, the fact she hadn’t known Alex was struggling is tearing her apart. “It’s okay, let it out.” Emma whispers into Alex’s ear as she rocks her gently. Kara places the plates somewhere safe and shuffles over to her sisters. She wraps her arms around the both of them and sighs sadly.

Eventually Alex’s sobs die down and she lifts her head from Emma’s shoulder. Kara moves beside Emma so they are sat in a triangle.

“Sorry, I got you all wet.” She says while rubbing the tears from her face.

“Yea, well I needed a shower.” Emma jokes while rubbing Alex’s back. Kara and Alex laugh and Kara reaches out to wipe a few tears Alex had missed. Emma takes a deep breath as she watches them. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you.”

Alex’s head snaps to Emma so quickly that Emma is worried the redhead got whiplash. “What you talking about?!”

“I haven’t been here to support you.” Emma looks deep into her sister’s eyes to press her point. “But I’m never, ever, EVER, too busy or stressed for you. Okay?”

Alex nods slightly and Emma hates how vulnerable she looks.

“Please Alex, if you need to talk to me just text me and I’ll contact you as soon as I can. I mean it.”

Alex gives her a watery smile “I know.”

“El Mayarah.” Emma says firmly. “We are stronger together.” She looks over at Kara and holds her hand. “All three of us.”

The sisters spend time talking more about what Alex can do to save her relationship. But Alex quietly admits that the relationship probably can’t be saved. Emma hates seeing how defeated Alex looks, knowing how long it took the eldest Danvers to get over Maggie. Emma has a sneaky suspicion that Alex still hasn’t gotten over the detective.

As Alex goes to use the shower the sister’s move into the living area. Emma takes the plates over to the kitchen and looks over at Kara sitting on the sofa. Emma slowly approaches, chewing her lip. “Kara?”

Kara looks up with a smile as bright as the sun. “Yea little one?”

Emma tilts her head and flops down on the sofa. “I thought we got rid of that nickname?”

“You’ll always be little one to me Em.”

Emma smiles weakly and places a pillow in her lap. She plays with a loose thread until looking up at the other blonde. “How are you? Really?”

“I’m fi-”

Emma interrupts her with a raised eyebrow which makes Kara look down at her hands.

“I’ve been better. Been on a few dates but with work and, other things-” Kara trails off and shrugs.

Emma watches Kara closely. ‘And the worst sister award goes too!’ Emma thinks sarcastically. She’s already planning things she can do with her sister’s once the tour is over in a few months time.

Emma reaches out and holds her sister’s hand. “And what I said to Alex, the same goes for you. Contact me whenever you need me okay?” Kara looks up, her blue eyes glisten and Emma cups her face. “Kara I mean it. Heck fly out to me if you have too. You both mean the world to me.” Kara smiles and wraps her arms around Emma, holding her close.

“Shower’s free.” Alex says a few minutes later as she goes into Kara’s room to change. Looking over at her hugging sisters and a small smile spreads across her lips.

“You wanna go in next?” Emma asks softly. Not really wanting Kara or her to move.

“No you go.” Kara lets go of Emma and sits back on the sofa. Picking up her phone and starts scrolling.

It doesn’t take long for Emma to shower and change into the clothes Kara brought over from her apartment. Blue skinny jeans, a grey t-shirt, black converses and Emma puts on her trusty red leather jacket. She hears music coming from the living area and when she exits Kara’s bedroom she smiles at Alex and Kara dancing. Grabbing her phone she starts a video and points it at her laughing sisters.

Kara looks over at her. “Emma! Come on!” She beckons her sister over. Emma smiles and places her phone on top of the tv to capture her dancing with her sister’s. Their laughter and happiness shining through.

-- -- --

The sister’s walk over to L-Corp. Enjoying the clear blue sky and each other’s company as they chat about the rest of the tour. Kara and Alex quietly figure out when they can next come to a gig. At one point Emma links arms with both her sisters, Kara smiles and Alex squeezes Emma’s arm. They walk insync along the pavement. When they are half way on the walk Alex’s phone rings causing the sisters to halt.

“Danvers.” Alex answers the call. Her face becomes hard and Emma recognises Alex morphing into the Director of the DEO. “Okay, we’ll head in now.” Ending the call Alex takes a breath and nods her head towards an alleyway. The sisters quickly walk towards it. “There’s been a disturbance at an old Cadmus facility.” Alex looks at Kara. “Can you fly me over to the DEO so I can get suited up? We are going to meet the others there.”

“Sure.” Kara nods and turns to her baby sister. “It was so good spending time with you!” She hugs Emma close and squeezes enough that she won’t hurt her sister.

“Yea we should do it again sometime.” Emma says sarcastically causing Kara to laugh loudly. Emma holds Kara a bit longer than normal. Hating the fact her sister’s are heading into danger. Again. “Love you.”

“Love you too little one.” Kara says gently.

Finally she breaks away and turns to Alex. Pulling her into a tight hug. “Please stay safe.”

“Of course we will peanut.” Alex says softly. Knowing she shouldn’t promise something that she can’t control. Knowing that on missions, anything can happen. Especially when Cadmus is involved.

“Love you. Let me know when it’s over.” Emma repeats and squeezes her sister.

“We will and I love you too.” Alex smiles and squeezes back.

Emma steps away from the redhead and sees Supergirl has taken Kara’s place. Emma gives her sisters a smile before Supergirl picks Alex up and shoots off into the air.

When Emma can no longer see her sisters she takes a deep breath and heads out of the alleyway. Emma continues her walk towards L-Corp, putting her ear buds in and listening to music. A few people gawk at her or wave and she smiles and waves back. No one stops her this time, not that Emma minds being stopped by fans.

When she approaches the L-Corp building she is immediately ushered through by the heavy security. She smiles and nods her head at L-Corp employees while entering the elevator. She presses the button for the top floor while taking out her ear buds.

Butterflies start fluttering around Emma’s stomach as the elevator ascends, knowing she’ll be seeing the woman she loves soon. Her mind is still in a state of shock at how Lena Luthor, the badass CEO who Emma is in awe of, who Emma felt lucky calling her best friend, could have the same feelings of love for her. Emma Danvers, who barely passed high school as her talents didn’t lie in academic work but in music. Who didn’t go to college, much to the displeasure of her Mom, but immediately joined the band which changed her life.

Her phone pings and she looks down at it. Opening the message quickly when she sees it’s from Alex.

Alex: Was a false alarm. Back at work and Kara heading to Catco.

Emma breathes a sigh of relief and sends a message back. The elevator doors slide open on the top floor and Emma tries not to sprint out of them.

“Good afternoon Ms Danvers.” Jess smiles at her as she approaches.

“Hey Jess!” Emma returns the assistant's smile and pauses in front of the desk. “So, how long have we known each other?”

Taken aback Jess blinks at the blonde.

“A while yeah?” Emma tilts her head, still smiling and Jess nods. “Okay, so please call me Emma. Ms Danvers just doesn’t sound right and makes me feel old.”

“Right… Sorry Ms- I mean, Emma.” Jess smiles again.

“Lena free?” Emma asks, knowing she can’t just waltz in.

“Yes she’s finished her meetings for today, you can go through.”

“Awesome!” Emma turns and walks towards Lena’s office door. She pauses for a split second and then lifts her hand up to knock.

“Come in.” Lena’s muffled voice calls out.

Emma enters and her heart leaps at the sight of her girlfriend. She closes the door behind her and leans against it. Just watching as Lena continues to work. A smile spreads across Emma’s face.

Lena lifts her head and as their eyes connect, they feel like their breath has been taken away.

“Hi.” Emma says shyly.

“Hi.” A smile like Emma’s spreads across Lena’s face. She watches as Emma struts over to her and sits on the desk. Emma leans down and kisses Lena’s lips in a passionate kiss. When they break away Lena blinks and looks down at her work. “Sorry-” Lena looks back up at her girlfriend. “I’ll be done in a moment, I just need to write these last few notes.”

“No worries.” Emma removes her backpack and leather jacket. Placeing it behind a chair facing Lena’s desk. She sits and scrolls through her phone while partly watching her girlfriend work. Soon a memory filters through her mind.

“Tell me what you want love.” Emma says seductively as she watches Lena squirm through her computer. She’s tempted to crank up the remote to full power but she also wants to prolong Lena’s release.

“I-I want you to, urgh, get on your knees and, and, eat me out, fuck! Under my desk.” Lena gasps out her fantasy as her hips buck as she rubs her clit.

Emma moans at the thought and files the request away for when she’s next in Lena’s office.

Emma licks her lips and is immediately turned on. She squeezes her legs and decides to wait until Lena is finished with her work. The wait gets Emma more and more excited.

When Lena closes her tablet and starts gathering up the papers around her she doesn’t notice Emma standing. Or how the blonde sways her hips while making her way around the desk.

Emma smirks when she notices how Lena is still in work mode and hasn’t lifted her head. Emma leans down and kisses an area of Lena’s neck, behind her ear, that she knows drives the raven haired beauty crazy. Lena gasps out and moves her neck so Emma has better access.

“Remember that fantasy you told me recently?” Emma whispers seductively before continuing her kisses.

“Yes.” Lena moans as she closes her eyes and tightly grabs the handles of her office chair.

Emma pulls away. “Well, how bout we make that a reality?” Lena opens her eyes and watches as Emma kneels under the desk. She shifts in her chair as Emma runs her hands up and down her thighs. Lena reaches down and presses a button that locks her office door. Not wanting any interruptions.

Emma slowly pushes Lena’s pencil skirt up and pulls Lena towards her so she’s on the edge of the chair. Causing Lena’s breath to hitch, arousal surging through her. Which intensifies as Emma plants kisses up and down her thighs. Emma smirks when she feels her girlfriend tremble.

“Em?” Lena asks hesitantly, stopping Emma’s movements.

“Yea?” Emma responds, worried she’d overstepped.

“I want to see you.” Lena rolls her chair back slightly and Emma shuffles forward but is still partly hidden by the desk. Lena opens her legs wider, pulling her pencil skirt above her ass. And Emma is greeted with the sight of a pantless Lena.

Emma grins and raises an eyebrow at the CEO and who bites the corner of her lip. Watching her intently. Keeping the eye contact Emma leans forward and slowly licks her tongue up Lena’s folds. Causing Lena’s mouth to drop open and gasps in a light moan. Emma grins slightly and stops just before she gets to the clit and repeats from the bottom of the labia again.

“Em… Please.” Lena breathes out as she tries to widen her legs further. Lifting her right leg onto the desk, papers be damned and her left legs over Emma’s shoulder. The shift causes Lena’s chair to roll slightly but Emma stops it as she holds on.

Emma presses her face more into Lena and licks the clit. Causing the CEO to slam her head back against her chair and a deep moan reverberates around the office. Lena reaches out, running her fingers through Emma’s hair and keeping a hold of her head.

Emma continues to kiss and lick Lena’s pussy and clit. Savouring the wetness building as Lena’s hips start moving with Emma’s tongue.

“Fuck, Emma. Don’t stop.” Lena moans out. This spurs Emma on even more. She applies more pressure and quickens her pace. This causes Lena to moan even more and she pushes Emma’s head further into her. Soon Emma feels Lena’s body tensing and her hips grinding even harder against Emma’s mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lena yells, closing her eyes as Emma keeps licking at her release. Lena spasms a few times before collapsing back into her chair. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath and gently caresses Emma’s head.

Emma laps up Lena’s cum and lifts her head. Resting it on hand as she leans against the office chair. She watches her girlfriend come down from her high. Taking every detail of Lena’s coloured cheeks on her pale skin. Green, dilated eyes open and connect with Emma’s.

“Hi.” Emma smirks, knowing she isn’t done with her girlfriend.

“Hi.” Lena breathes out and goes to lean forward to kiss Emma. But she freezes when Emma dips her head again and kisses Lena’s dripping pussy. Humming at the taste and the build up of cum there.

Emma licks her way up to Lena’s clit again and the CEO’s hips jolt as she’s still sensitive from her recent orgasm. Lena’s moans fill the air and her hands go back to Emma’s head, caressing and holding it in place.

Emma sucks and kisses the clit as she gently rubs a finger through Lena’s folds. Covering it with the slick wetness there. She looks up at Lena in permission and her girlfriend nods while biting her lip. But Lena is soon calling out Emma’s name when the blonde pushes two fingers into Lena’s pussy. Pulling out slightly before slipping in further.

“Fuck! So good! Emma!” Lena repeatedly chants as Emma continues thrusting into her, finding her g-spot and licking her clit.

Soon Emma feels Lena’s pussy muscles tighten on her fingers and Lena’s whole body tenses. Her hips jolt forward and her back arches, lifting her off the chair.

“FUCK!” Lena screams totally lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm.

When Emma can remove her fingers she lowers her head, sucking and licking the sweet, sticky cum from Lena’s pussy.

Totally spent, Lena collapses against her office chair. “Em.” Lena gasps trying to catch her breath by breathing deeply. Emma looks up and smiles. She pulls away, running a finger on her chin covered in Lena’s juices.

The raven haired beauty watches as Emma licks her fingers and she groans at the sight. A fire ignites inside her. Shakily she pushes the, now very wet, office chair back and removes her legs from the desk and Emma.

“Lee?” Emma asks while grinning.

But her girlfriend doesn’t answer. Instead she stands and pulls Emma up with her. She quickly slams her lips onto Emma’s and moans at the taste of herself. Lena tugs Emma further into herself and quickly turns them around. Pushing Emma against the window and deepening the kiss.

Emma moans and her need heightens even further. Lena seems to sense this and wedges her thigh in between Emma’s leg. The blonde moans even louder into the kiss and starts grinding against her girlfriend.

“Lee!” Emma yells as she holds tighter onto Lena’s shoulders. Her head hits the window behind her and she chants Lena’s name over and over.

“That’s it Em-ma.” Lena’s husky voice whispers in Emma’s ear causing her pace to become frantic with need. Her underwear was already soaked and ruined. The friction causing Emma to get to her release quickly.

“I’m coming!” Emma yells as her hips buck wildly as she grinds even harder into Lena’s thigh. Emma gasps and quivers as the orgasm rocks through her.

Lena observes Emma with a smirk, making sure Emma doesn’t fall. When the blonde starts to slow her pace the raven haired beauty leans by Emma’s ear. “Do you know another fantasy I have?”

Emma shakes her head as she still grinds against Lena, hoping for another sweet release..

“What was that? I need to hear you Em.” Lena orders.

“No. What, oh Rao, what is your, fuck! Other fantasy?” Emma gasps out.

“To fuck you on my desk.”

Emma’s brain short circuits and her grinding halts. Lena smirks and lifts Emma’s face to hers. “Would you like that?”

Emma nods.

“I need to hear you say it.” Lena kisses around Emma’s face and reaches out. Moving Emma’s hips against her thigh.

“Please.” Emma groans.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me on your desk!” Emma cries out.

Lena kisses Emma and immediately the blonde deepens the kiss. Lena spins them around and moves towards the desk. Papers fall to the floor as Emma falls against it. Lena hitches her up further onto it and rests between her legs. She breaks the kiss and her hand hovers over Emma’s jean button. “May I?”

“Yes.” Emma gasps out in anticipation.

Lena quickly unbuttons Emma’s jeans and pulls the tight jeans down so she has the access she needs.

“Do you know what else I fantasise about?” Lena gently rubs her fingers over Emma’s drench underwear.

“Hmmm, what?”

“People being able to see us but not being able to say anything due to the NDA they were made to sign.” Lena quickens her pace and bites her lips. “God Emma you're so wet.” Not waiting another moment she pulls the underwear down, Emma lifting her ass to help. Lena then leans down and buries her head between her girlfriends legs. Humming at the taste of Emma's juices.

Emma is already over sensitive and jumps when she feels Lena’s tongue lick her folds.

“Lee!” Emma yells as she slams her head back on the desk.

Lena gently moves Emma’s outer labia and licks at the juices already seeping from Emma’s pusy. Causing Emma’s hips to buck and her back to arch.

“Lee! So good!” Emma moans, placing a hand on top of Lena’s hand and head.

Lena moves up to Emma’s clit, sucking and kissing it gently before applying more and more pressure. Emma’s deep moans filling the office like Lena’s did earlier. It was truly music to Lena’s ears.

Emma’s hips buck more and more until finally her thighs clamp around Lena’s head. Deafening the CEO briefly as Emma rides the waves of her orgasm. When Emma is able to loosen them Lena looks up at Emma and grins. Slowly she stands and leans over her girlfriend. She kisses Emma’s neck, whispering loving words and her hands roam Emma’s thighs. Getting closer and closer to Emma’s pussy. She finally trails her fingers along Emma’s folds, gathering up the juices there.

“Lee.” Emma’s voice sounds strained.

Lena stops kissing her neck and looks at the blonde. “Yea?”

“Fuck me! Please?” Emma whines, making Lena chuckle.

“Well, as you asked so nicely.”

Any resort coming from Emma dies when Lena inserts two fingers into her pussy. Emma groans and holds on tight to Lena’s shoulders.

“You like that love?” Lena asks seductively as she watches Emma’s writhe under her.

“Yes! Fuck! Lena! So good!” Emma moans as her pussy responds to Lena’s fingers. Tightening and relaxing with each movement. Lena adds another finger, using her hips to thrust deeper into Emma. Causing the desk to sway and creak. She kisses and sucks Emma’s neck again, making the blonde’s moans escalate further.

“Lee! Don’t stop!” Emma yells, her hips matching with Lena’s. Her girlfriend reaches down and starts rubbing Emma’s clit.

“Fuck! Lee! Fuck!”

Soon Emma’s hips jerks as her walls tighten around Lena’s fingers and the build up of pressure finally releases.

“Lee! I’m coming!” Emma groans loudly and Lena watches her girlfriend come undone. Emma’s back arches off the desk and she tenses as all her nerve endings light up. She almost forgets to breathe.

Collapsing back to the desk Emma lays in a blissful daze. The raven haired beauty smirks and removes her fingers, licking Emma’s sweet, sticky release from them.

Lena kisses Emma’s lips before moving away into her office bathroom. She runs a washcloth under warm water and rings it out. After cleaning herself up she grabs another two washcloths, wets one and heads to her girlfriend. Lena pulls the rest of Emma’s skinny jeans off, not wanting to get them anymore wet. She starts cleaning and drying the blonde’s thighs and pussy.

Once Emma is more with it she leans on her elbows and her heart melts as she watches Lena take care of her. When Lena finishes Emma grabs her wrist, stopping her from heading back into the bathroom.

“Hi.” Emma grins, sitting up fully and pulling her girlfriend towards her.

“Hi.” Lena smiles back and wraps her arms around Emma’s neck.

They kiss which slowly gets more and more heated until Lena stops them.

“As much as I’d love for this to continue.” Lena quickly kisses Emma’s lips. “I think we should move this somewhere else?”

“Hmm okay.” Emma kisses Lena again. “Mine or yours?”

“Let’s go to yours.” Lena rests her forehead against Emma’s.

“But your apartment is closer.” Emma looks deeply into Lena’s green eyes.

“True, but, as much as I love having sex with you. I also want to spend time with you.” Lena kisses Emma lightly before pulling back. “Why don’t we get some ice cream.” Lena kisses Emma again. “Enjoy the day and-” Another kiss. “See what happens?”

Emma chuckles and bites her lips at Lena’s sultry tone. “Sounds like a plan.” Lena smiles at her before heading back towards the bathroom. Emma gets off the desk and picks up her clothes. Looking at the state of her underwear. “Oh er… Lee?” Lena pokes her head around the door. “Do you have any underwear I can borrow?”

-- -- --

The girlfriends soon get themselves in order, Emma in a pair of Lena’s dry underwear and they leave Lena’s office.

“Have a good day Ms. Luthor, Emma.” Jess smiles at them brightly and Emma’s face becomes beet red when she realises Jess will have heard them.

“You too Jess, don’t work too hard!” Lena jokes as she walks to the elevator and presses the button. Her smile fades when she sees the horror on Emma’s face. “Em?”

“She… Jess, would have heard us?” The doors slide open and Emma rushes in. Holding her head in her hands.

“Oh love.” Lena chuckles pressing the buttons for the lobby and turns to her motifided girlfriend. She slowly leans into Emma’s ear. “My office is sound proof.” She pulls away and smirks at Emma’s relieved face. Taking Emma’s hand Lena holds it tight. The doors open and then walk in sync out of L-Corp and towards Emma’s penthouse apartment. They grab ice cream cones along the way, Emma’s cone being a lot bigger than Lena’s, and wander through the park. Taking their time and enjoying the spring sunshine.

“Hmm Lee! You gotta try this!” Emma holds out her cone and points at the mint choc chip. They stop and Lena slowly licks at the ice cream and moans, causing Emma to bite her lip. “Of course you would do that.” Emma narrows her eyes. An idea enters her head and she quickly presses her ice cream to Lena’s nose.

“Emma?!” Lena yelps and her eyes go wide. Emma laughs and takes a step back while still holding Lena’s hand. “Oh you’ve done it now!”

“Lee! Now think about this.” Emma implores her girlfriend but ends up with a load of ice cream shoved in her face.

The two squeal and laugh as they end up smearing more ice cream on their faces. They laugh so much they fall into each other and soon tears stream down their faces. Emma wheezes and collapses onto a bench with Lena. Taking her back pack off and placing it between her legs. She rubs her eyes and smiles at her girlfriend beside her. Lena smiles lovingly back before wiping the ice cream off her and Emma’s face with a napkin.

“You know I was saving that for later.” Emma says sarcastically.

“I do apologise.” Lena chuckles before resting her head on Emma’s shoulder.

They continue to eat their ice creams and watch the world go by. Emma is fascinated as the wind gently blows through a tree, causing the blossoms to slowly fall to the floor.

“So, what did you do at sister night?” Lena asks while finishing her cone.

Emma sighs. “We got food and mainly talked.”

Lena frowns and lifts her head up to see Emma properly. “What’s the sigh for?”

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” Emma asks and Lena nods. “Alex and Kelly aren’t doing well and I’m worried about Kara.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Lena says sincerely, this news about Alex did surprise her. She thought Alex and Kelly were a great couple, but, like with anything, the outside can show a different story to what's going on inside. “And what are you worried about.”

“I just… With both of them they’ve both not told me how they are really feeling. I mean I message them and we facetime-” Emma sighs deeply. “But they didn’t want to stress me out while I’m on tour. Which is such a kick to the gut. I thought they knew I’d drop anything for them, you know?”

“Yea, but I can see where they are coming from. A lot of people depend on you Emma.” Lena thinks about the many other people that work on the tour. The sound and lighting technicians, the stage hands that get the stage set up and the truck and coach drivers.

Emma scoffs. “A lot more depend on them. They’re real life heroes. Saving people's lives daily and I-I just sing and play my guitar or piano.” Emma says while rubbing her forehead. Lena reaches out and turns Emma’s face towards her, looking deep into Emma’s hazel green eyes.

“Now, I know you have received tons of fan mail stating you saved someone's life. That they didn’t end it because of your songs.” Lena swallows, knowing herself how Emma’s music has been there for her. “You’ve given them hope, a light in their darkness. To me, that’s pretty heroic.” Lena says passionately and Emma’s eyes glisten as she takes in her girlfriend’s words.

“Thank you.” Emma says gratefully and kisses Lena.

“You’re welcome.” Lena holds Emma’s hand and squeezes. “Ready to continue?”

“Yep!” Emma wipes under her eyes and stands putting her backpack on while pulling Lena up to her feet. They hold hands and walk to Emma’s apartment, stopping at a store on the way to pick up essentials. With Emma going back on tour tomorrow night they are making a healthy meal. Lena even insisted they buy chicken for Emma to eat. Knowing the blonde needs her protein and not taking Emma’s no for an answer.

-- -- --

When Emma opens her apartment door she smiles at being home. Remembering how her sister’s helped her find an apartment and how all three of them fell in love with it as soon as they walked in.

The pair place the shopping bags on the kitchen island and change into comfortable clothes. They head back into the kitchen and get to work. They move around the space effortlessly and Emma twirls Lena a few times with the music that's playing. Making Lena burst out laughing and smiling as she kisses Emma.

They eat at the table and talk about Lena’s up and coming projects. As always Emma is blown away by Lena’s ideas and passion.

“How’s the project going where you, like, heal people quickly?” Emma blushes at not remembering the details fully.

“It’s going.” Lena rolls her eyes slightly. “I mean something so ground breaking you’d think there’d be a lot more interest.” Lena takes a sip of her wine. “Unfortunately there isn’t.”

Emma shakes her head. “But you are continuing with it?”

“Of course.” Lena says quickly. “It may even help with my plans to help cure cancer.”

“Like Edison.” Emma takes a bite of her meal, watching as Lena tilts her head at her. Emma swallows her food and continues. “I mean in the way it took him over three thousand tries until he successfully developed the lightbulb. For you it may take loads of tries, but, I know you’ll get there.” The smile Lena gives melts Emma and she smiles back.

“Thank you.” Lena reaches out and holds Emma’s hand.

“You’re welcome. I can be your personal cheerleader! Along with many others!”

“Not that many.” Lena rolls her eyes and takes another sip of her wine.

“Hey! Lena, look at me.” Emma waits until green eyes connect with hers. “You have many who love you.” Emma squeezes Lena’s hand. “Remember, it’s not the quantity but the quality. The Superfriends and I have your back.”

Lena gives her a small smile and they continue eating. Intertwining their fingers and sitting in comfortable silence. When they finish Emma picks up the plates and takes them over to the dishwasher to load them. But she doesn't, instead figuring she can do it tomorrow.

Turning round she sees that Lena is watching her intently. Sending a spike of excitement through her.

“So, I wanted to show you something.” Emma asks shyly. “If that’s okay? You don’t have to. I mean we can do something else-”

Lena gets up and cuts off Emma’s rambling with a gentle finger on her lip. “I’m fine with whatever we do love. What is it you want to show me?”

“Go make yourself comfortable on the sofa.” Emma nods to them across the apartment. Lena raises an eyebrow and grabs her wine, Emma’s drink and the bottle. Lena sits and Emma goes to grab her backpack she dumped by the door. Walking back she unzips it and pulls her MacBook Pro out.

“So… Erm… As you know the record company wants me to release an alarm soon after the tour…” Emma sits next to Lena and opens her Mac. A picture of the Superfriends at Christmas appears and they both smile at it. Emma unlocks the computer with her touch ID and opens her album folder. She syncs her speakers with her mac so the sound quality is better. “Well… I’ve been recording while on tour and somehow got over forty songs.” Emma laughs as Lena’s high brows shoot up. “But we’ve narrowed it down to these twenty five. Which is still too many!” Emma takes a nervous breath. “Are you okay to listen to them and give me your opinion? You can say no!” Emma says too quickly.

Lena blinks at her but then smiles. “Of course I want to listen! I’m touched you want to share this with me.”

“Well, you are the most important thing in my life.” Emma says softly. Her finger hovers over the play button, but she sits back grabbing a cushion and hugging it close. “I can’t do it! You have too!”

Lena chuckles and presses play. She sits back and listens. When the song ends Emma reaches out to stop the next song from playing.

“That song was so good!” Lena says excitedly, beaming at her girlfriend. “Will that be the opening song in the album?”

“I honestly don’t know. I mean it’s always good to open with an upbeat song. But there’s still twenty four songs to go.”

Emma starts the next song and settles back into the sofa. She watches her girlfriend nervously. Reading the slight changes in her facial expressions, the tapping of her foot or sway of her head and what they could mean. After each song they discuss the song further, Lena giving a detailed analysis of what she liked or didn’t like.

But before Emma plays the last song she closes the Mac. Causing Lena to look at her confused.

“I want to sing the last song to you.” Emma says softly. Lena nods and Emma pulls her to her feet. Emma leads the raven-haired beauty to her wooden upright piano. She grabs a chair for Lena to sit on. Lifting the lid Emma settles on the piano bench. Taking a deep breath she starts the first chord.

That summer sky burnin' in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It's buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn't find

Emma thinks back to the summer and the time of the beach with the Superfriends. How beautiful Lena looked. How Lena, her best friend, became the love of her life. How she has changed Emma for the better, even in the early days of their friendship and was always there to support her.

Emma’s emotions start to get to her and the next few lines come out in more of a croak.

So when I'm all choked up But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts

Rao yes it hurts so much whenever Emma has to say goodbye to Lena. The last kisses and longing looks as they walk away from each other feels like Emma’s heart is ripped in two every time.

When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way

Lena watches Emma with tears in her eyes. The passion the blonde is given each note takes her breath away. The fact she’s singing about her sets her heart ablaze.

Emma continues the song. Giving it her all and getting lost in the music and the words.

After the last chorus she looks over at her girlfriend. Emma smiles softly at the emotion on Lena’s face. The few tears that have slipped from her green eyes.

When you look at me And the whole world fades I'll always remember us this way

As the last chords fade away they sit in silence. Emma bites her lip in worry and straddles the piano bench.

“Lee? You o-” Emma can’t continue as Lena’s lips are against her own.

Lena kisses Emma deeply and climbs onto the blonde’s lap. She starts grinding into Emma who hums happily. Lena gasps in surprise when Emma lifts her up as she stands. Lena quickly wraps her legs around Emma’s middle as the blonde carries her to the bedroom.

Emma carefully lays Lena on the bed and hovers over her, breaking the kiss.

“So you liked the song then?” Emma asks cheekily.

Lena scoffs, pulling her girlfriend on top of her and kissing her passionately. When they need air they break the kiss and Lena cups Emma’s face. “I love it and I love you.”

“I love you too.” Emma says as she looks deep into Lena’s green eyes. “Lee, you have no idea how much I love you.”

The rest of the night is filled with their moans of pleasure until the early hours of the morning.

(Part Nine)

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the pact | tied up (m)

pairing: jinyoung x reader (in the pact universe)

genre: this is basically pwp okay but a little fluff ofc

summary: jinyoung gives you a gift for your birthday that you’re sure to never forget.

warnings: uh.. bondage? sub!jinyoung (he’s not very good at it), some thigh riding action, oral, dirty talk, light choking/slapping, oh my god it’s really not that bad i swear

word count: 6k

a/n: hi ily all thank you for being so great. just wanted to let you know because i don’t really have anything else to say! onto the filth!

You hadn’t wanted much for your birthday this year. Just some relaxation and maybe a slice of cake.

This year, your birthday fell on a Saturday, so you’d slept over at his place on Friday. Both of you fell into a peaceful slumber after a few drama episodes and some junk food. As far as Birthday Eves went, it was more than satisfactory.

He let you sleep in while he made breakfast, a full out feast that you hadn’t been expecting. It was more than you’d ever gotten for your birthday from a boyfriend, and you hadn’t even been dating Jinyoung a year yet.

The rest of the day was spent just how you’d wanted to; lounging around with some Netflix and snuggles before it was time for your birthday dinner with your friends. You went to a restaurant that Jackson recommended, which turned out to be a delicious Italian place.

“Gross, you guys are so cute. I’m gonna throw up,” Sana said, the smile on her face contrasting with the disgust in her words.

You laughed, one glass of wine deep while leaning into Jinyoung’s shoulder. You felt overly touchy tonight and it seemed as if Jinyoung was feeling the same way. His hand was planted comfortably on your thigh as he relaxed into the back of his chair, sipping on his own wine with a smirk.

“Leave us alone, it’s my birthday.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell from the tiara,” Sana responded. You stuck your tongue out.

“Hey! You got this for me,” you countered, bringing your hands up to adjust your plastic crown.

As you went to take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine, your boyfriend leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

“Don’t drink too much, I’ve got a present for you at home that you’ll need your energy for.”

Your eyes widened and you desperately tried to keep a poker face. You’d already had a slow, lazy session this morning that you would have been perfectly satisfied with. But you wouldn’t say no to a second round before bed.

“Is it a puppy?” you asked, turning your head towards him and batting your eyelashes innocently.

Jinyoung chuckled, his fingers trailing further up your bare thigh until they slipped under the hem of your dress. With his other hand, he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Hmm, no. Not a puppy. Better.”

“Do I have to take the crown off?” you asked, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Jinyoung’s eyes darkened as he looked at you, eyes flicking up to the tiara on your head, then down to your lips.

“No, I think it will be quite fitting if you keep it on,” he replied. You bit harder onto your lip as his hand traveled further up your dress, his pinky finger grazing against your lace covered core.

The rest of dinner was, to put it simply, torture. You couldn’t keep your thoughts straight and you found it damn near impossible to focus on the conversations going on around you. Now that you knew what was waiting for you at home, your mind was clouded with desire for the man sitting next to you.

As soon as you got into the passenger’s seat of Jinyoung’s car, you were practically leaping over the center console to kiss him. You hadn’t wanted to be too affectionate in front of your friends because you didn’t want to make them feel awkward. But you needed his touch, not just the teasing brush of his fingers against your underwear.

“Wh-whoa, hold on,” Jinyoung said against your lips, gently pulling away from you. “I said your present was at home. Not here.”

You pouted as you sat back, your hands resting on each side of his neck. “Baby, I need you. I don’t want to wait until we get home.”

Jinyoung shot you a cocky smile as he trailed his fingers down the side of your face, dragging his thumb across your plump, wet lips. “You have no idea how badly I want to drag you into the backseat of this car and fuck you senseless. But it’s your birthday, and I have something special for you at home. Can you be a good girl and wait until then?”

The truthful answer was no, but you were curious about what kind of present he’d prepared for you. Maybe some expensive lingerie. He did like to see you all dolled up for him in red lace, you’d learned that much very early on in your relationship.

“I’ll try,” you answered, deflating back against your seat. Jinyoung brought your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, causing your pout to turn into a smile.

“That’s my girl,” he said, as he started the ignition.

It was a test of your patience as Jinyoung drove you home, and even more so once you arrived back at his apartment. It was beginning to feel like home to you too. You spent more nights in his bed than your own.

You kept control of yourself, no matter how difficult it was, as Jinyoung led you up to his apartment. You simply held onto his hand, perhaps a bit tighter than usual.

Once you were in the silent space of his apartment, you slipped your shoes off and stared up at Jinyoung, fingers still laced through his.

“Follow me,” he said, before you had a chance to ask.

Of course, you obeyed. You still felt light and affectionate from the alcohol, but you had a clear enough mind to know what you wanted. Though it had crossed the line from want to need, very quickly.

On Jinyoung’s bed was a black box, not wrapped, but with a fancy black bow on the top. You looked at him curiously, eyebrows raised. He simply motioned for you to find out for yourself.

So you walked to the bed, Jinyoung not far behind you, and picked up the sleek, inconspicuous box. As you slid the lid open, your eyebrows furrowed.

Silk ties.

When you saw the blindfold next to it, you turned to face Jinyoung. He was staring down at you, hungry. But there was something else there as well—an uncertainty behind his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.

“You… want to tie me up?” you asked, your heart pounding.

It wasn’t completely new to your relationship. Though he had never used legitimate restraints on you, he was a fan of pinning your hands behind your back or above your head.

But Jinyoung shook his head. “No, baby. You get to tie me up.”

You couldn’t help the small gasp that fell from your lips. the simple words were enough to send warmth through your limbs, your mind already racing with the mental image of Jinyoung laid on your bed, fighting against the silk restraints.

“Oh…” you said, looking down at the box and then up at him. “And you’re okay with it? Really?”

He was the more dominant one between the two of you, by a long shot. And you loved it. It balanced you out perfectly, since you were more comfortable to leave the metaphorical reins in his hands. But it could be fun to switch things up for once.

“It might take some getting used to, but…” he trailed his hand down your waist, over the curve of your hip until he was toying with the bottom hem of your dress. “I want to make tonight all about you.”

A slow smile spread on your lips. Your sex life was not boring in any way, but you could feel yourself getting excited and hot at the idea of trying something new.

Jinyoung leaned down to mold his lips into yours, slipping his other hand into your hair as he held you there, kissing you deeply. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling of his tongue slipping past your lips.

He stole your breath away with his lips for another moment longer before he pulled away. “Tell me how you want me… princess,” he said with a smirk, glancing up at your tiara.

You bit back a giggle, then chewed your lip as you thought about it. “On the bed, but… first, I want this off.” You tugged at his crisp white button down.

Jinyoung got the hint, bringing his hands up to his own shirt to slowly undo the buttons. You could feel the heat of his eyes on you as each inch of his chest was exposed to you, your mouth beginning to water when he moved lower and you could see the hard ridges of his abs.

Finally, he shrugged his shirt off and you were met with the gorgeous sight of his naked torso. You didn’t think you would ever get used to the sight of him, how toned and perfect he was. And he’d just eaten carbs, for fuck’s sake.

“On the bed,” you breathed, squeezing your thighs together.

Jinyoung licked his lips and nodded, backing up until he sat back on the bed. “Here?”

You shook your head, tipping your chin towards the pillows. “No, lay down. I’m gonna tie you up now.” Just the phrase was enough to send a pulse of heat between your legs. Perhaps you’d wanted this for longer than you even knew.

Jinyoung, so far, was quite obedient. You had a feeling it wouldn’t last, though.

Once he was on the bed, shirtless, you crawled onto the mattress, still holding the box of ties. You straddled Jinyoung’s lap, pleased to find that he was already hardening beneath his slacks. You took one of the ties, smooth and cold in your fingers, and reached for Jinyoung’s hand. Bringing it up to the headboard, you tied his wrist to the metal there, glancing down at his face once you’d finished.

“Is that okay?”

Jinyoung looked… overwhelmed, to say the least. He kept looking between your breasts practically spilling out of your dress, now hovering just above his face, to the way you were tying his wrist to the bed.

“Baby?” You asked again, after he didn’t answer.

His eyes snapped back to you and he nodded. “Yeah. Yes.”

“Okay. I’m gonna tie the other one now.”

You hovered over him again to repeat the process, trailing your fingertips down his arm once you’d secured him to the headboard. Scooting down his lap a bit, you admired your handiwork.

The image in your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing in front of you now.

Setting the box to the side, you let your hands roam your boyfriend’s body. Rarely did he allow you to stare at him and completely indulge in the sight of him like this. You knew it was driving him insane already, and you’d only just begun.

He shivered as your fingertips trailed from the center of his chest down the line between his abdominal muscles. You watched with fascination as his muscles contracted and relaxed, reacting to your feathery touch.

“God,” Jinyoung whispered, his eyes falling shut. You felt him straining against his pants, his hips bucking up ever so slightly.

You just smiled to yourself, your fingers continuing downward until they were trailing over the v-line curve of his hips. Unable to help yourself, you leaned down, pressing a wet kiss into his chest and nipping at his skin. Jinyoung exhaled and you heard the squeak of the headboard as he tugged at the silk.

“Mm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “Baby, you’re going to have to control yourself. I’m only just getting started.”

“Fuck, I-“ Jinyoung groaned, taking in a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied innocently. “But I think I’m going to need this,” you said, reaching into the box to the side of your bodies and grabbing the blindfold.

Jinyoung’s eyes opened at your statement and immediately filled with anxiety. “No, fuck. Please don’t.”

“Why not?” You asked, testing the feel of the blindfold in your fingers. It was black silk, like the ties, with elastic to go around Jinyoung’s head comfortably.

Licking his lips, he shook his head. “I can’t. I need to see you,” he said, all while you reached forward and slipped the blindfold over his eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. But I need to teach you how to be good.”

Every muscle in Jinyoung’s body looked tense from the combination of the loss of control and the loss of one of his senses. You, on the other hand, were greedy for more.

“I love seeing you like this,” you told him as your hands resumed their journey along his body. One hand felt along the hard muscles of his chest while you trailed a finger down the curve of his jawline. “Powerless. Hard. Obedient.”

Jinyoung whimpered.

A sound you’d never heard before. It was foreign to your ears but you would now make it your personal goal to draw the noise out of him as much as you could tonight.

“Stop pouting. I’m just turning the tables, right baby? All those times you had me under you, a slave to your every order.” You leaned down, brushing your lips against his earlobe. “Now you can see what it’s like.”

“Baby, I-“ Jinyoung breathed. “I need to see you.”

Although it was pointless, he was blindfolded, you shook your head.

“Mm, not yet. I’m enjoying this,” you told him honestly. “But you can make it up to me.”

“How?” he asked without hesitation, eager to gain at least a shred of control.

With a slight adjustment of your lower body, you maneuvered yourself until you were straddling his thigh. The thick, firm muscle pressed between your legs, your arousal already pooling in your underwear.

“Let me use you. But you can’t move. I’ll get the other set of ties for your ankles if I have to,” you warned.

“Shit,” Jinyoung sighed, and you wished you could have seen his eyes. It would be absolute torture for him and you knew it. “Okay. I won’t move.”

When you were sure he wasn’t moving a single muscle, you planted your hands on Jinyoung’s hips and began to rock your core against his thigh. You inhaled sharply, surprised at how good it felt already.

“Oh,” you moaned as your eyes fell shut. “You feel so good. I think I’m already wet.”

“Fuck. I wish I could see you,” Jinyoung told you, just as he tensed his thigh muscle.

You tipped your head back as you found your rhythm, keeping one hand on Jinyoung while the other trailed down your own neck, one fingertip tracing along the neckline of your dress.

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, hips grinding deeper into him. “Do that again. Tense your- oh,” your words were cut off as Jinyoung immediately obeyed.

“That’s it baby, ride my thigh. Shit,” he whispered, and you opened your eyes to find his jaw clenched and both of his hands curled into fists. “I bet you’re so wet right now. Just wanna taste you.”

His words spurred you on as you ground into his thigh with a quicker pace, the sight of him completely powerless in front of you just turning you on even more.

Your hand groped your own breast over the fabric of your dress as shameless moans fell from your lips. With your other hand, you slipped your palm to cup his bulge, as hard as you’d ever felt it.

“You’re hard as a rock, Jinyoung. Oh god.” Your eyes fell shut again as you squeezed him through his pants, which only made Jinyoung groan and buck his hips.

The movement made you gasp as the ridge of his thigh bumped into your clit. You felt the telltale warmth spreading through your body as your rhythm became desperate, uncontrolled.

“I’m gonna-“ you began, your heart pounding in your ears and your breath catching in your throat. “Gonna come, oh fuck, Jinyoung.”

The headboard squeaked and you were sure if you opened your eyes you’d see your boyfriend fighting against the ties, his only desire to touch your body.

“Ah, shit, baby. I can feel you soaking through your underwear onto my thigh. Please. Come for me,” he said, his voice strained.

You threw your head back as you came, your orgasm crashing into you in hot, electrifying waves. You cried out, almost a sob as you rocked your clit into Jinyoung’s leg. Your body twitched and you had to slam both your hands down onto his stomach, curling your nails into his skin to keep yourself steady.

As you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your hips slowing to a halt, you finally opened your eyes to look down at Jinyoung. His neck and chest both glistened with sweat from the effort of holding himself still, of not ripping his hands out of these god forsaken restraints to grab you.

“Thank you,” you told him sweetly once you fully returned to earth. “You were so good for me. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

Jinyoung nodded eagerly.

When you finally reached forward to slip the blindfold off of his eyes, you were met with an almost animalistic look on his face. His eyes were wild, filled with desperation and lust. He looked tortured, like he’d just been through some sort of battle.

But you were only just getting started. He was in for quite a ride.

“Baby…” he whispered.

“You’re so good to me, Jinyoung. Letting me fuck myself on your thigh while you just lay there and take it.”

Jinyoung swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming all over your body from your collarbone, shiny with sweat, down to the tops of your thighs, spread out still straddling his leg. Your dress had ridden up, treating him with the sight of your pretty lace panties, a dark patch of wetness right where your center met his thigh.

“Please,” he breathed, trailing his eyes back up to your face. “Please untie me. I want to touch you.”

You smiled down at him and shook your head, running your hands from his stomach up to his chest. “Oh, no. I can’t do that. We’re just getting started.”

There was a storm of emotions on Jinyoung’s face. You knew him enough to identify each and every one of them - he was frustrated, turned on, and a little bit anxious. It reminded you of all the times he’d been the one in control and you were unable to lift a finger unless he said it was okay. You knew exactly how he felt.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby. Don’t worry,” you told him in a soothing voice. He didn’t look comforted in the slightest. He tugged at the ties once more, letting out a frustrated huff.

“I want-” He flexed his fingers, his eyes glued to yours. “I want to make you feel good. With my hands. My mouth.”

Even in this position, where you’d hardly touched him, he was focused on your pleasure. It was actually quite sweet. In a general sense, he always cared so much more about your happiness than his own. It showed just how much you meant to him that he was willing to sacrifice and give up his power just to please you.

You bent down to kiss Jinyoung delicately, your mouths molding together perfectly as they had a thousand, perhaps a million times by now. The way you kissed him contrasted with the less than innocent position you were in, but you were overwhelmed with the need to make sure he knew how much you loved him.

When you pulled away, you leaned your forehead against Jinyoung’s. “You always make me feel good,” you whispered, trailing your hands from where they rested on his chest down his torso until they stopped at his belt. “Now it’s my turn.”

Jinyoung simply watched as you sat up to undo his belt, then the button and zipper to his pants before you began tugging them down his legs. You pushed his pants off the bed once they were removed, leaving him in his underwear. The fabric stretched over his crotch, revealing just how hard and large he’d grown.

You placed your hand over his erection, a smug smile on your face. Hard, pulsing, and leaking quite a bit of precum onto his briefs. And he was all yours.

Jinyoung inhaled sharply as you began massaging your palm against him, feeling him grow even harder beneath your touch. “Oh, god.”

After another moment of torture, basking in the way Jinyoung’s eyes fluttered closed and the quiet noises he made for you, you slipped your fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. You licked your lips as soon as he was naked, hard cock resting against his stomach.

Without another word, you leaned forward, lips pressing into the taut skin of his stomach. Then you started nipping, sucking at his flesh with the goal to mark him as yours. With each blemish from your lips, Jinyoung took a shuddering, tormented breath.

Your lips traveled down to his hips, leaving wet kisses and hickeys along his skin. All you wanted was for him to look in the mirror and see the marks you’d left and think of the bliss you’d brought him.

By the time you’d reached his cock, he was hard as you’d ever felt him. You sat up straight now, wrapping your hand around the shaft. Jinyoung whispered your name, his eyes opening to watch you.

“All mine,” you breathed, staring down at his erection in your hand with adoration. No matter how many times you’d had it inside of you, you still felt hot every time you got him in your hands.

Jinyoung gulped and you lifted your eyes to his face. You had to admit, you were impressed with how well he was controlling himself. The ties weren’t so strong that he wouldn’t have been able to yank his hands free if he felt like it.

“Y-yours, all yours, I swear to god,” he rushed out.

“Are you ready for your reward?” you asked, maneuvering until you were settled on your knees between his legs. You dipped your head down, stopping just before the head of his cock touched your lips.

Hardly a second passed. “Yes.”

Pleased, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to lave at the head for a moment. He was completely at your mercy, and the thought made you want to drag it out as long as possible.

You relished in the salty taste of him, your mouth working at him tenderly as you took more and more of him into the wetness of your mouth. Jinyoung remained the only man to make you love giving head, to the point that you’d begged for it in your more desperate moments.

“Fuck, angel,” Jinyoung moaned, and the only thing that could have made it better was the feeling of his fingers in your hair. You loved when he gripped onto the strands until your scalp burned.

You closed your eyes as you began bobbing your head, an in-and-out motion that stretched your jaw and made Jinyoung jerk his hips up towards your face. You coughed as his cock hit the back of your throat, only caught off guard for a moment before you recovered.

“Oh, god that’s good,” he told you, his voice tight. “Love your mouth. You’re so fucking good to me.”

You pulled off of him and stared up at him as you opened your mouth wide, flattening your tongue to lick a long strip up the underside, hard veins pulsing against the wet muscle.

Jinyoung never lasted as long in your mouth as he did inside of you, so it was no surprise that he was starting to show signs of approaching his climax. You wanted to drag this out as long as possible, not quite ready to give up the upper hand quite yet.

You made a show of sucking at the head, closing your eyes and moaning, knowing the vibrations would drive him wild. Then you pulled off with an audible pop, Jinyoung’s hips chasing the warmth of your mouth as you did.

“Jesus fucking-” he ground out, jaw clenched. “Please untie me. Please.”

Wiping at your lips with the back of your hand, you shook your head. “Not yet. I’m having so much fun,” you told him with a wide smile.

“I could make you feel so good,” he told you, his tongue running over his lower lip.

“Mm,” you considered, wrapping your hands around his shaft again and stroking lazily. “What would you do for me, baby?”

“Anything,” Jinyoung answered quickly. “I’d eat you out until my jaw was numb if that’s what you wanted.”

“What else?” you asked.

“Fuck, I-I don’t know, anything.”

It was an automatic response when your hand came down to slap his thigh. Jinyoung gasped, staring at you with wide eyes. Now he knew how you felt. And it appeared that he enjoyed it, judging by the way he bucked up into your hands.

“Tell me. I wanna know what you’d do to me right now, if I untied you.”

He wet his lips, eyes flicking down to the way you stroked his cock up to your face again. “I… I’d spread you out, bury my face into your pussy and lick your clit until you were begging for me.”

It was a scenario you’d found yourself in many times, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel yourself growing wet at the thought.

“It won’t take long, you’re so good with that mouth of yours. Always have me screaming for you,” you said, thumb swiping over the head of his cock. “You wanna make me come with just your tongue?”

“Shit, babe, I’ll make you come with my tongue, then I’ll finger you until you’re dripping onto the sheets.”

You pressed your thighs together for some friction, swallowing down a moan. It was tempting, you had to admit. There wasn’t much in the world you wouldn’t do to have Jinyoung between your thighs, spreading you with his thick fingers while you arched and writhed for him.

“More,” you told him, switching to a one handed grasp on his cock while the other slipped between your own legs.

Jinyoung watched you with an intensity that only further encouraged you as you slid your hand into your panties, lifting up onto your knees for easier access.

“Once you’re right on the edge, I’ll stop. Then I’ll bend you over, fuck you so deep while you’re crying out for me.”

He painted a vivid picture in your head as you closed your eyes, focusing on the way your fingers rubbed your clit and stroked him with the same rhythm. You moaned, rolling your hips into the pressure.

“That’s right baby, bet you’re so wet right now. Keep going, wanna see you come again.”

You whimpered as you quickened your pace, both hands working to bring the two of you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, angel, come on.”

Your eyes opened as he spoke, the words bringing you back to the present. Tearing your hand out of your underwear, you panted as you took your hand off his cock as well. Jinyoung whined for you, yet another sound you’d never heard from him.

You clicked your tongue. “No, baby. You don’t get to tell me what to do tonight. Remember? It’s all about me.”

“Fu-fuck, I’m sorry,” Jinyoung sputtered, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

He was close to his breaking point. You could see it in his eyes, the way those pupils were blown out, it even looked like they’d become glassy. While it was exhilarating to see a new side of Jinyoung, you knew he had limits.

“It’s okay, baby. Lucky for you, the only thing I want right now is your cock inside of me,” you said.

With Jinyoung’s fiery gaze on you, you sat back and removed your soaked panties, tossing them off the bed. Just as you moved to climb back on top of him, Jinyoung stopped you.

“Take off your dress. Please. Wanna see your pretty body.”

No matter how many times he complimented you, you still blushed whenever sweet words fell from his lips. You licked your lips, twisting your arms around your back to unzip your dress, then lifted it up and over your hair.

“God. Look at you, so fucking beautiful.”

You dipped down to kiss him, needing just for a moment to show your affection towards him. After all, he was the man you were head over heels, ass backwards, out of your mind in love with. And you liked to remind him every chance you got.

Forehead pressed against his, you maneuvered yourself over his hips until you felt the head of him nudging at your clit. You let him stay like that for just a moment to drag it out until you felt Jinyoung shift his hips uncomfortably.

“Please,” he whispered once more, this time against your lips.

With a feathery light kiss, you lifted your hips to hover over him, then let him fill you up on the way down. You sighed, finally satisfied. He was stiff inside of you after all of the build up and teasing and your walls were slick from your previous orgasm.

“Fuck me,” you told him, keeping your hips steady as you pulled off of him until just the tip was inside.

Jinyoung was quick to obey, planting his feet on the mattress as he thrusted up inside of you, not even giving you a warning. You gasped and gripped onto his shoulders, letting him fuck inside of you as hard as he wanted. He deserved it.

His movements were wild, not particularly gentle or controlled. He was loud, moaning and grunting each time he bottomed out. He was muttering filthy phrases against your mouth through gritted teeth.

“So tight. All mine, this is mine,” he said, nipping at your lip harshly. “Gonna fuck you til you’re crying once you untie me.”

You mewled for him as he took his frustration out on you, the obscene sound of his skin slapping yours filling the room. In your haze, you didn’t need to think twice before you sat up, reaching for his wrist to untie the knot holding his arm there.

As soon as one hand was freed, he was grabbing your hair in his fist, nearly knocking your tiara off of your head. But you couldn’t have given less of a shit, all you cared about was letting him pound you into next week.

You struggled with the tie on his other hand and almost did cry in defeat before finally, the knot came free. It was only a split second before Jinyoung was wrapping his arms around your waist, tipping you over to lay underneath of him.

How long had he been waiting to do that?

“Ready, princess?” he asked as he stilled, balls deep inside of you.

“Please,” you breathed. It was shocking how quick the tables had turned - just a minute ago, you were greedy with power, loving the way you had control over his every move. Now, all you wanted was for him to destroy you and remind you who was in charge.

One hand held your hip, pinning you down into the mattress as he began a brutal, bruising pace inside of you. His other hand came up to your throat, a gentle, but commanding grip that just let you know what he could do, if you asked.

His name fell from your lips, almost intelligible, as you spread your legs for him, eyes squeezing shut. Your climax was quick approaching like a freight train, and you couldn’t find the words to warn him. He knew your body well enough now to identify the pulsing squeeze of your walls around him.

“Do it,” he told you as your mouth opened and closed again, his name the only word you could get out.

He didn’t let up, if anything he moved faster, harder. You were both panting now, sweat dripping down your necks and pooling in the spaces your bodies met. The tension built inside of you, beginning in your limbs as it always did before it spread to your belly.

With a gasping breath, you felt the tension snap. Your toes curled and your nails dug into his back, no doubt leaving shining red marks in their wake. Your whole body felt numb and on fire at the same time. It was the loudest, most powerful orgasm you’d had in a while.

When you came down, Jinyoung was still pounding inside of you, but he let go of your throat and instead was holding himself above you, his lips next to your ear.

“So good,” he whispered, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin below your ear. “You thought you could be the boss, hm? It might have been fun while it lasted, but I can’t wait to make you pay.”

His last three words were punctuated with forceful thrusts, already building you up to another orgasm. You weren’t sure if he could get you there before he came, but you knew the night was far from over.

“Baby,” you whimpered, twisting your hands up into his hair. “Want your cum. Wanna feel it inside me.”

You knew it would be enough to send him there, to get him to empty inside of you, and you closed your eyes as he finally filled you up. A feeling you’d felt more times than you could count, yet you lived for it every time.

The rhythm of his hips faltered ever so slightly, and it felt like his climax was never ending. You’d teased him before, but never like this. There must have been something about it, about leaving the reins in your hands, that really did something for him.

Jinyoung buried his head into your neck, overwhelmed with the sensation of finally coming after having to hold back for so long. You kissed the skin you could reach with your lips - his neck, his shoulder, the curve of his jaw.

“I love you,” you told him softly, trailing your fingertips down the back of his neck.

With a kiss to your collarbone, he pulled away and stared down at you. He looked spent, absolutely drained, but Jinyoung’s stamina was not one to be tested. He’d be ready to go for another round within five minutes, tops.

“I love you,” he repeated, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Happy birthday.”

You laughed, your hands falling from his hair to cover your face. “Oh, god. I just remembered I slapped you - I can’t believe I did that.”

Jinyoung chuckled and you felt his lips pressing into the backs of your hands. “Yeah, and I can’t believe I liked it.”

Your laughs turned into giggles as Jinyoung flopped next to you, splaying his arm over his eyes in embarrassment. You curled into him, leaning your chin into his chest.

“It’s okay, baby. We can work our way up to spanking, if you wanna try something new.”

Then Jinyoung was poking your side, simultaneously pulling you into him and tickling your hips. “Oh, you think you’re funny. Just you wait until I get my energy back.”

You attempted to wriggle away from him as he blew a raspberry into your chest, letting out a squeal. “It’s okay, Jinyoung! For your birthday, I’m gonna get you a paddle and we can do this all over again!”

Of course, Jinyoung made good on his word. It only took him a few more minutes of your taunting before he was flipping you over onto your stomach and tying your wrists together to the headboard. He made you pay for your teasing, over and over - with the tiara on. And you loved every second of it.

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