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PART 1: Lucky’s

a/n: omg hiiiiiii! this is my first ever writing!!! it’s been in my drafts for months and i’ve been to hesitant to post but ugh I just wanna put it out here and get some feedback to finish the rest. pls be kind and lmk what you think!!!

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The bar looks exactly the same the last time Ana was in it. About 4 years ago to be exact. It's the town dive bar everyone’s been going to for years and was like home to her at one point. She had been feeling a little sad since she had just been broken up with from her boyfriend, Alex, of three years just a couple of months ago. She knows it’s a little pathetic to still be so depressed about the break up, but hey, she thought she found her soulmate. She thought she was happy. But she didn’t even realize her life was falling apart in front of her. She didn’t even know her boyfriend had been planning to leave her for awhile.

Anyways, she decided to say yes to going to Lucky’s to spend a night out with her best friends. She needed to let go of this sadness that’s been weighing her down and she’s been picking up too many shifts at the hospital that she needed a break. Plus, getting drunk didn’t sound too bad.

“Anaaa girl you look good!” Penny yells as Ana enters the bar with a bell ringing above her. She’s wearing a long teal skirt ending at her ankles with kitten heels and a black long sleeve shirt. Her friends, Penny and Jess stood at the bar waiting for her. She’s super grateful she has them and with how much time and space they’ve given. Without those two, she’d probably be in bed with another Ben and Jerry’s pint watching Criminal Minds.

She quickly hurries to hug Penny back, wanting her to lower her voice. “Hey Pen,” she breathes out as she lays her black shoulder purse on the counter, “How are you guys?”

“I’m fine, but this one?” Jess laughs as she points her drink to the red head, “ She got here only 10 minutes before us.” Penny’s eyes are a little hooded and has two empty glasses next to her, but she ignores Jess as she squeezes Ana tighter before pushing her out in front of her.

“I’m so glad you came! We’ve been missing you.” The smile Penny’s wearing looks pitiful. Looking between her and Jess, who also has a sympathetic sense to her, Ana ignores the comment and quickly orders her typical drink. She doesn’t look back up at her friends, not wanting to talk about why she hasn’t answered their calls or accepted their hang out requests. She doesn’t plan on talking about Alex or what happened because it’s none of their business and frankly, she’s embarrassed. Who wants to talk with their friends who are in happy relationships about being dumped?

Jess starts to talk about her new promotion at the salon and the new house she wants to buy with her husband, Jackson. Penny spills the tea on her boss at her office job. Her and her girlfriend just got a cat. Ana is thrilled with her friends’ good news and is even giggling a little loud as she manages to get to her third drink. It feels good.

Her eyes begin to skim around the dim place. Even though it’s lit with a bunch of neon signs and rusty lamp shades, it’s hard to see in front of her. She notices the vibe starts to pick up a bit from when she first walked in. Men are playing pool laughing. Women are cheering with their girlfriends. As she studies the room, her head turns to a familiar laugh. Her skin begins to tingle and she suddenly feels cold. She recognizes this laugh. She used to hear it when they snuck out of class and went to just lay together in her dorm. She enjoyed it. Her eyes finally settle on a man in the left corner by the pool table. He’s sitting with a couple of people in a four top with his back to her. He’s throwing his head back because whatever story his friend is telling must be the best yet. She must’ve been staring too long because a girl with purple hair in front of him makes eye contact with her and raises her brow. Oh my god, did she see her? Ana quickly looks away towards her drink and keeps her head down. If it is who she thinks it is,( and she’s pretty sure it’s him) she doesn’t want to talk. She can’t handle rekindling with her past just yet. Not when she’s not completely healed from her last mess. She risks another look back to assess how bad she’s been caught. The woman who looked at her last seemed to have completely forgotten about her as her neck was lowered and face lit up by her phone.

“Uh, gotta go pee, girls” she announces as she hops off the bar stool. Penny urges her to hurry because she has some news to share. “I think you’re gonna be excitedddd” she squeals.

“Great.” Ana mutters. Taking a deep breath, she heads to the back down the hallway to the bathroom. She’s a little tipsy that she has to lean on a wall or two, but she manages to find her way to the stalls fine. Locking the door, she leans her head against it and sighs.

“You're literally fine “ she’s repeating to herself. This is the first time you’ve been out in months, get a grip. She starts to laugh at how ridiculous she’s feeling. Staring at herself in the mirror, she does a little spin and feels good about her appearance. The skirt rounds her butt nicely, square neckline showcases her breasts. Despite emotionally being a mess, she knows she looks good. Leaning in closer, she presses her hands to the edge of the sink to study her makeup. Her eyes are giving raccoon, but she kinda digs it. As she’s fluffing up her curls and fixing her lipstick with the edge of her pinky, a sharp knock on the wooden door pulls her out of her vain daydream.

“Just a seeec” she sings. Even though she didn’t use the bathroom like she hoped, she quickly washes her hands since the place doesn't seem so clean. Another harsh knock interrupts her. “Oh my god, hold on.”

She quickly pulls open the door with a napkin and is greeted with the same purple haired girl from his table. Damn. She raises her brows in surprise, but quickly conceals it.

With her head down, “Oh! Uh all yours,” side stepping quickly so the girl can walk through. As the girl passes her, she looks her up and down and asks “Hey, do I know you?” Ana’s a little surprised at the question because she doesn't know her, but is sure the girl is referring to their look earlier and shrugs.

“Um, I don’t think so? Unless you frequent the hospital on Lane, hah.” Silence. God, she’s gonna die, why does she embarrass herself so often? Purple girl shakes her head.

“I saw you staring earlier. It seemed like you recognized me, or maybe someone at my table?” Okay, so she did catch her. Ana’s fully outside in the hall at this point while the girl is in the doorway of the bathroom. To her right, she makes eye contact with Jess who’s giving her a questioning look. She hurriedly waves her over before laughing at something the Pen must’ve said. Ana’s eyes manage to glaze back over to the boy at the table and his strong back. She can’t seem to take her eyes off of his body and the way he still looks the same from the last time she saw him. When he was in her bed taking care of her, rubbing her back and kissing on her -

“You were looking at Harry, weren’t you?” Right, she’s still here.

“Yeah I, uh, went to undergrad with him and haven’t seen him awhile. Just a little surprised to see him is all.” She really doesn’t need to explain any of this to this girl. But the purple girl scoffs like she doesn’t believe her.

“You can say you were staring. Everyone does. He is the pretty boy after all.” It’s good to know Harry’s is the same as the last time she saw him. She awkwardly smiles while rocking back and forth on her heels.

“That’s Harry.” She clicks her tongue and claps her hands together and looks over to Jess. “I’m just gonna…head back over to my girls so..”

But before she can turn and escape, the girl steps out the door and tells her she can put in a good word for her. “He looked back at you too, you know? I’m sure he would want to catch up” She’s… shocked. She actually can’t believe he remembers her still. But, no. That’s not what she’s here for.

“No, that won’t be necessary, thank you” she rushes out. Miss purple grabs the edge of the door, backing up. With a smirk, she says “If you say so” and shuts it.

Ana’s left to stare at the door dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? Left with no answers, she walks back to the bar and jumps up to her seat. Jess grabs her knee and squeezes. “Who was that?” Before she can reply and say nobody, Pen grabs her other shoulder to turn Ana’s body.

“Nevermind that. I have something to tell you.” Penny takes one last gulp of her drink before setting it down, closing her eyes, and taking a deep breath.

“I know you’ve been having a hard time and haven’t been yourself lately. Don’t look at me like that. And I know you know but I have to remind you that we love you and we are here for you. We want the absolute best for you and we want to see you happy again.” Ana looks over at Jess to see if she knows what their friend is up to. To her surprise, Jess has a similar anxious smile on her face and nudges her head towards Penny for her to listen.

“Okayyyy? What’s the news you wanted to tell me?” Ana asks.

“Please keep in mind that we love you,” she whispers, “but we set you up on a date!”

Ana shakes her head immediately and puts her hand up. “No, Penny pleeease. Why would you do that?” She doesn’t want to say no immediately for the sake of her friend’s hopeful face, but she is less than thrilled. Jess sets her glass down and plays with a small curl on Ana’s head.

“Because,” making eye contact now “you are so incredibly beautiful and amazing and you deserve to be happy. Ever since Alex, you’ve been this mopey little child who thinks they’re nobody.” Ana winces at the mention of her ex and pulls her curl out of Jess’s hand. “Hey that was mean,” she whispers.

“I’m being honest. That’s why you love me. But Jackson has a buddy at work who’s name is Spencer and he's been talking about wanting to settle down and he’s a really great guy!He’s a vet tech at the animal hospital down on Cleary and he has a dog. He has a great family and is good with kids. And he has money!” That has Ana smiling. Her girls know that she wants to be taken care of and her taste. It’s sweet really, but she can’t.

Jess continues “but Jackson was talking about him and me and Penny thought, who better to set him up with?” Both girls grab her shoulders and say “You.”

“We gave him your number and told him to reach out to you tonight. He’s really interested. Please just give this a try?” Penny is looking at her with pleading glossy eyes. But it’s not gonna shake her. She shimmies the hands off her shoulders and scoots her chair back.

Stepping away from the bar and grabbing her bag. “Thank you both, really. I love you guys a lot and I appreciate your concern, but I'm just not ready yet. I also don’t want to be forced to do something or be with someone. Besides, it's only been a couple of months.”

“11 months.” Jess tells her. Damn, almost a year?

“11 months, whatever. I need more time and I promise that I will get back out there, but just not now okay?” Both of her friends give a knowing look to each other and sigh. Ana pushes her chair in and goes to hug them goodbye.

“Text us when you're home, okay?” Penny hugs her tight. Ana nods her head and mutters of course and moves to Jess who hugs her even tighter.

“Just accept the call. Accept happiness when it's right in front of you.” Jess tells her. Ana manages to separate from her and takes a couple steps back. She’s almost by the door when she turns around to her friends.

“Yes yes, I hear you. I’ll text you guys la-” She’s interrupted by someone bumping into her. She hears a loud ‘oops' and feels a soft grip on her arm.

“Oh my gosh I’m so...sorry” The person’s voice starts to trail out as she looks up to their face.

Harry.

There he is. In all his glory.

She hasn’t seen his face in forever. He’s grown facial hair. A lot. He cut his hair. And he has a shit load of tattoos. He looks just as shocked as her to see her and isn’t laughing anymore. Despite standing in front of each other for almost a minute, neither has said anything. He opens his mouth to say something but before he can, she bolts out the door.

She manages to run down the street and get behind a building next to the bar. Taking some breaths, she pulls out her phone to call her an Uber. In less than 5 minutes, she’s in the back of the car, buckling herself up. She can’t even believe she just saw him again. What did he think of her? Did she look the same like he does? Does he still hate her? She doesn't even want to think about what he was gonna say.

She looks at her phone and sees it’s 11:03 pm. She also notices an unknown number messaging her.

Unknown (maybe Spencer) Hey! This is Spencer. Jess gave me your number? She also told me you would be less inclined to reply to me lol. Damn Jess.

A second message rolls through.

Unknown (maybe Spencer) She also said a lot of great things about you and I would love to get to know you more. I know it's too late to be messaging you, but shoot me a text in the morning?

Ana takes a long sigh. Another situation to deal with. She doesn't want to message him and have to turn him down. She's really attempted to block him but because she respects Jess she won't.

She finally reaches her apartment and thanks her ride as she steps out of the car. She walks up the steps and pulls out her keys when she hears another ping from her phone. Is this dude messaging her again? Now she's really about to be not interested. But when unlocks her screen she notices a notification from Instagram. Pressing the icon, it says she has a follow and message request

@harrystyles: hey annie

Oh fuck.

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How They Treat You When You're Pregnant- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre/ tags: fluff fluff a/n: HIHI again my angel !! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this req reminds me of my first headcanon i ever did for this fandom and i feel like this one is a more accurate one (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) i am always grateful to hear you guys love my work thank you so much luv MWAH ILY !! it always motivates me to write and create more for you all and i hope you're having a happy new years so far !! hopefully i did this req justice lmk what you think !! ahh i hope we get to chat again and i hope you enjoy reading luv (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

Pregnancy can make sleeping uncomfortable for you and whenever you’re feeling restless, he’s always right there by your side. Whether it’s waking up to comfort you, watching your favorite show together to help you unwind, or adjusting pillows to help you find a comfortable position for you, he’s happy to help. He’ll patiently wait until you’re sleeping peacefully first before he settles back right beside you.

He also doesn’t let you put on an scary movies or shows because you might scare the baby

His face would light up when he hears you want to try one of his favorite weird snack combos. Highlight the word, snacks, because you’re definitely not letting him cook near the microwave or stove.

Xavier is even more protective of you than before, if that’s even possible. Whenever someone gives you a lingering glance in the baby aisle, he’s keeping you close, his arm securely around your waist while giving that person a glance back. When you’re out in public, he doesn’t let anyone get close to your belly bump. Before they can even reach out, he’s already stopping their hand and gently guiding you away.

Xavier attends every doctor’s appointment with you. However,  he does NOT like the idea of going to the OBGYN especially if it were a male doctor. You two would be out of the room immediately. However, if you're uncomfortable with any of the doctors in general, he’ll gladly switch and find a better one for you without a second thought. 

He’s constantly seeking out new information on pregnancy and babies he can find and has probably read every single online article. He does all of this because he’s determined to learn everything he can to care for you and your future child.

If it were even possible, Xavier would be even gentler with you. He talks softly to your belly, his hands resting gently on your hips as he presses his ear against your stomach, listening and waiting for any movements of your future child. As long as you’re comfortable, he’ll lay down between your legs, his face against your belly while you run your fingers through his soft hair. He’ll mostly fall asleep in this position

Zayne:

Zayne would already notice the subtle signs that you were pregnant before you even realized. He’d pick up the sudden fatigue you’ve been feeling or the way you’ve been extra sensitive to smells. He’s already by your side, holding your hair back as you kneel by the toilet, vomiting. He’ll guide you back to bed, making sure you stay sitting up while he grabs you a couple crackers and a cup of tea.

Zayne is truly an organized and prepared man. He keeps track of everything, noting it down on both his and your phone so that you both have access to all the important details and reminders. He has every date for your checkups, ultrasounds, and any other appointments that are related to both your health and the baby’s. He even makes sure to keep track of which foods are safe for you and which ones to avoid. He’ll keep all the important documents in a file and even keep pictures of the ultrasounds on his desk. Zayne would also have a bag prepared months before your water breaks.

He would let you indulge in anything you crave, as long as it’s safe for you and the baby. He goes the extra mile to prepare you each meal with care and love, making sure that every dish nourishes you and supports the health of your future child. Zayne would have to gently discourage you to not eat dirt covered rocks if you were thinking of craving them. He would also ask his mother some tips when she was pregnant with him. 

A surgeon's hands are trained to be precise and steady which makes him the perfect person to give you a massage. With practice care and skill, he’s able to help you release the tension in your muscles, easing every knot and carefully tending to each sore spot. He would not mind if you sat on his lap and guided his hands to your aching breasts or any sore muscle. He'll happily knead and massage them.

You would always know his schedule, so you’re aware when he has to work late. To make sure you’re taken care of when he’s working, he’d stock up on your favorite snacks and meals, making sure to place them within places you can easily reach. Throughout his shift, he’d check in on you during his breaks, texting to ask if you’ve eaten and drank enough water. He’d also make sure to call you during his lunch break just to make sure you’re doing okay and also because he misses you.

Mood swings are a nightmare and not once have they ever bothered him. Zayne is one of the best listeners to any of your worries and also in general. He understands your fears, concerns, and even the times when you overreact. He’s always there to offer you constant reassurance and to take down any fear you had. He would never belittle your emotions and always prioritizes you with unwavering support.

Unfortunately there are nights when he has to come home late, already finding you peacefully asleep in your shared bed. He can’t help but let out a quiet sigh, a soft smile displayed on his face. Quietly, he approaches your sleeping figure, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then to your lips. His hands delicately trace the curve of your rounded belly before pressing a gentle kiss to it, whispering, “Good job, you didn’t wake up mommy.”

Rafayel:

The studio would ACTUALLY be clean. You’re not really sure if he stopped being lazy or if he hired someone, probably Thomas, to take care of it for him. The floor would be clear of scattered art materials, dried up paint, and the desks would actually be organized. All so you don’t accidentally step or slip on anything or have anything poking or rolling onto your belly when you sit by his desk.

Rafayel is prepared when it comes to baby names. He actually keeps an organized list in his notes app, with his favorites marked by an emoji so he can easily find them. Each name on the list has its own meaning and references. The two of you would cuddle up in bed, sharing new name ideas and laughing at the ones you can’t pronounce, making sure to cross off the ones that didn’t make the cut.

Mood swings were completely new to Rafayel and to you but he quickly learned to keep up with them. He understands that these emotions aren’t easy for you, so he’s always there, even when you need space. He’s always ready to listen and offer support through every high and low and will be there to lift your spirits up whenever you need him.

Sometimes insecurities can weigh on you and you might feel like hiding your baby bump especially when it feels like the maternal clothing isn’t quite your style. But Rafayel is always there and never fails to remind you just how beautiful you are. He’ll go above and beyond to find the perfect maternity clothes that match your taste.

Rafayel would want to document everything so you both have memories to look back on. He’ll take countless pictures of your growing belly each month, capturing the progress so you can look back on how much has changed. He’ll even create his own little maternity photoshoot for you because no other photographer can capture your beauty like him.

Rafayel loves gently caressing your baby bump, often talking to it, hoping that they can hear him. He’ll throw out random names, saying things like, “give me one soft kick if you dun like this name, two kicks if you realllly love it!” and if there was a quiet moment, he’ll say “it’s okay maybe baby glubs is just sleeping.” So he’ll just hum to you and your belly a Lemurian lullaby so you can all drift off into a peaceful slumber.

One of his favorite things to do is preparing a relaxing bath for you. He fills the tub with warm water and adds calming scents, making sure they’re not overpowering, and a few bubbles to help you unwind and soothe any aches or tensions. As he gently washes your body, his hand gently glides over your growing belly, washing away the soap as he imagines the three of you one day swimming together in the ocean as a family.

Sylus:

Every time you wake up or whenever he walks through the door after a long day, he greets you with the sweetest affection. First, a gentle kiss on your forehead, then a soft on your lips, accompanied by a “Hello sweetie,” His eyes then soften as he looks down, his hands gently caressing your baby bump, “and hello our little dove.”

You can always expect pampering from Sylus. He’s right by your side with endless shoulder, back and leg rubs. He can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must feel growing a little one inside of you and how much it takes out, so he’s determined to ease any discomfort in every way possible. He’s learned how pregnancy can change your sense, so he’s careful to use any lotions or oils with certain scents, avoiding anything that could make you feel nauseous or unsettled.

Whenever you have trouble sleeping, he’s there to gently prop up some pillows to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. He’ll go through his vinyl collection, picking out your favorite or ones that will help you unwind and relax.

He loves you deeply and he knows you’re capable of being independent but he does not want you lifting a finger once your baby bump starts to grow. Even in your early stages of pregnancy, he gently encourages you to take it easy, reminding you that you don’t need to push yourself. With the doctor’s advice to rest often, he’s got all the reasons he needs to insist that you relax. Not a single dish in the house will be washed by your hands and no clothing will be folded by you. He wants you to relax as much as possible and focus on yourself and your little one.

It’s not hard to wake up Sylus. In fact, he’s already awake before you slip out of his arms to satisfy your late night cravings. Quietly, he trails behind you, wrapping his arms around you. His large hands rest on your tummy as he presses a soft kiss to the back of your head, his warm chest gently against your back. He already memorizes your cravings at this point unless it was something new, so he guides you to the chair by the kitchen counter. “What are you hungry for, sweetie?”

In your early stages of pregnancy, shopping for your baby was fun and something you both enjoyed planning together. But by the time you reached your third trimester, the long walks were beginning to wear you out. So he suggested online shopping together. He didn’t want you to feel left out and he loved seeing your face light up when you found something adorable for the baby, even if it was another plushie to add to the collection. The two of you would settle in on the bed or the couch, face masks on , hair tied back, happily chatting and laughing about the cutest finds and everything the baby needed.

Every doctor’s appointment, he’s right by your side. He’ll hold your hand the entire time, his thumb gently rubbing soothing circles. He knows how nerve-wracking these visits can be, especially the anticipation of any results. But just having him there by your side brings your comfort and reminds you that you're never facing it alone.

In general and throughout your pregnancy, he’s always been someone you can lean on. With all the emotions and changes in your body, he’s there to listen and offer comfort. He becomes your safe space where you can express yourself openly with no hesitation.

He can’t deny that he secretly loves being called a to-be- dad’ by Luke and Kieran. There’s a smile that never seems to leave his face, knowing that he will be the father of your child and to experience a new form of love together as a family.

Caleb:

Caleb pampers you every second and every minute of the day. He’s ready to prop up pillows for you and offer massages for any sore or tense areas. He’d also help with any self-care routine, even offering to gently apply belly oil to keep you moisturized. Whatever you need, he’s more than willing to help and he’s always happy to support you in any way he can

There would be no chores for you to do at home unless something came up then you can expect him to immediately do it for you.

He’ll run as many errands as you need. If it’s in a different state, then that’s fine, he’ll just fly over there to get it for you! He’ll make sure to get you a little thoughtful gift on his way there or his way back to make you even more happy

Caleb is always and I mean always, there for every single appointment with you. Whether it’s ultrasounds, doctor visits, or even signing up for a childbirth class. You would never catch him miss a single one and he will always be by your side.

“Baby proofed” the house even though there aren’t any little ones around yet. He’s made sure all the sharp corners are covered or anything that might get in your way, moved. He doesn’t want you bumping into them or risking an accident.

He would wake up every single morning to make you your favorite breakfast as quietly as possible so he doesn’t disturb your sleep. He’ll bring it to your bed, gently waking you and your belly with a soft kiss. “Good morning, honey and good morning my lil co-pilot”

Whenever he cooks anything, he makes sure to open a window or close the doors in the rooms you’re in, making sure the smells don’t make you feel nauseous or irritated.

Caleb loves cooking your pregnancy cravings no matter how weird you may think they are, he doesn’t care. Not one bit. Whether it’s the weirdest combination or something you suddenly crave, he takes note of every ingredient and immediately gets to work on fixing it up just the way you want it.

Having extremely weird pregnancy cravings in the middle of the night? No worries, just wake him up and Caleb is on his way to make it for you in the kitchen or if it’s a certain snack then he’ll be right back to get it for you in the store

Near your due date and you’re having really mild cramps, he makes sure to take to his little buddy in your belly, “Hey little fella, don’t be greedy in mommy’s belly. You can come out any time you want.”

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Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

~

Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

~

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

~

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

[muniimyg]

♡ 02: how you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things

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note: ahh !!! thank u all for all the love with pt 1 :) drama begins in pt 3 !!! enj their good moments while it lasts (aka this pt) lmk what u think of their dynamic & if u have any predictions for whats to cum ;) HAHAH mwaaa

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warnings: mean!jk exposes oc (she's a virgin) ,, banter

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the dim neon lights of the arcade cast a playful glow over the group as they gather by the bar. laughter and overlapping chatter fill the air, but jungkook’s eyes dart toward the entrance, scanning every face that walks in.

he blinks, trying to recenter himself.

why the fuck is he waiting for you?

“do you guys want to play a hoop shoot round?” yoongi suggests, leaning lazily against the counter. “loser buys the next round.”

the guys snicker but agree. without much discussion, they begin heading toward the games, but jungkook lingers behind, hesitating to speak.

there’s a weird feeling that stirs inside him.

he wants to stay and wait for you—wants everyone to stay and wait for you (though he knows how ridiculous that sounds).

his mouth opens, about to call them back, when—

“___!” jimin’s voice cuts through the noise. “over here! great timing!”

jungkook stiffens, tilting his head and clearing his throat as he notices you walking in.

you weave through the scattered crowd, waving casually to the group. your jacket hangs lazily off one shoulder, your hair is slightly windswept, and your lips are parted, like you’re already preparing some half-assed excuse.

“you’re late,” jungkook mutters, his tone sharp as you greet the others with warm hugs and him with a smug smile.

“no shit, mr. know-it-all,” you shoot back, rolling your eyes before awkwardly shifting closer to him for a quick, half-hearted hug.

he doesn’t even unfold his arms, patting your back stiffly—once, twice, three times.

“whatever.”

“didn’t know you took attendance. god, what don’t you do?”

“be late,” he quips, voice clipped.

you scoff, pulling away and swatting his chest. “nerdy of you, but whatever. we all have to accept our flaws one day. acknowledging them is the first step, or so they say.”

“it’s courtesy to show up on time,” he snaps, leaning casually against a nearby pinball machine. his eyes rake over you like he’s trying to solve a puzzle he’s losing patience for. “figured you’d get lost or trip over your own feet.”

“oh, bite me,” you retort, stepping closer and crossing your arms. “maybe find something better to do than waiting for me, hmm? something better to do than—”

before you can finish, a rowdy group stumbles toward the air hockey table behind you, shoving their way through the already cramped space.

jungkook moves without thinking, his hands firm on your waist as he pulls you aside and switches places with you.

“move,” he says bluntly, his grip barely lingering before he steps away again.

you freeze, your words dying in your throat. the touch—the casual way he did it, the way his hands fit so naturally—throws you off. your heart stutters for reasons you can’t quite name.

“what are you—”

“you’re in the way,” he interrupts, already back to leaning against the pinball machine like nothing happened.

“shit, jungkook,” you manage, trying to sound unaffected. “you can’t just move me like that. i almost thought you cared about me.”

“would you rather get knocked into the air hockey table?” he says flatly. “didn’t think so.”

you narrow your eyes at him, brushing past whatever just passed between you.

“fine,” you say with exaggerated calm, stepping away. “thank you… i guess.”

“what was that?”

“i said what i said.”

“say it again.”

“no.”

“don’t make me beg for something i deserve,” he groans, his tone a mix of mock irritation and teasing.

you roll your eyes. “sure… i’ll say it again—for the right price.”

“oh?” his brow lifts, and he’s already following after you. “how much are you charging these days?”

you turn back to glare at him, making a face as he smirks.

what you don’t see, what no one else notices, is how closely jungkook walks behind you as you move through the crowd. his hand hesitates near your waist again before he drops it, settling instead for angling his body, subtly shielding you from the chaos of the arcade.

it’s instinctive, unconscious—a quiet sort of care that he’d never admit to. but it’s just how jungkook is when you aren’t looking.

the air buzzes with the sounds of arcade games—buzzers, dings, and conversation on top of conversation. by now, the group has gravitated towards the hoop-shoot machines, their competitive banter echoing as they took turns missing shots.

when nam joon’s ball bounces dramatically off the rim, nearly taking out jimin, they all collapse into laughter.

"okay, okay!" taehyung claps his hands. "before anyone gets concussed, let's take a group photo!"

everyone gathers in front of the machines, huddling close together. you find yourself standing beside jungkook, his towering figure crowding your space as the guys shuffle to fit into the frame.

“move in,” jin calls out, holding up his phone. “no dead space.”

before you can step away, taehyung and yoongi each grab one of your shoulders, pushing you into jungkook’s side. his arm brushes yours, and when you glance up, he’s already rolling his eyes.

"stop squirming," he mutters.

"stop breathing down my neck," you bite back, earning a stifled laugh from yoongi.

“not my fault you’re short as fuck.”

“what about me do you not have a problem with, nerd?”

just as jungkook is about to tell you off, hobi hits his stomach and hisses at him. 

“shut the fuck up, smile, and—”

hobi bumps his hip with jungkook’s, causing him to lean closer to you. your head tilts and so does his. he clears his throat as he regains his balance. you continue to smile, pretending not to notice him looking at you. 

as the group poses, jin snaps several photos before pulling the phone down to review the shots. as everyone leans in to check the screen, a chorus of teasing begins.

"aw, look at that!" taehyung says, his grin spreading like wildfire as he leans closer to the phone screen. "this is a moment for the scrapbook. you two look so cute together."

the corner of jimin’s mouth twitches as he leans over taehyung’s shoulder, squinting at the photo before letting out a dramatic gasp.

“wait, is this… is this our it couple debuting right here? how did we miss this? it’s always those fucking enemies to lovers stories that hit… this could be it. oh my god!"

yoongi, not one to miss a beat, smirks from the side. 

“don't need to start. pretty sure the fanbase already exists.”

jin snorts. “don’t expose our late night conversations, bro. that’s our special bonding time.”

yoongi hisses at jin, smacking the back of his head for saying it so weird. 

"someone call dispatch," nam joon adds, cackling. "they're going viral as we speak."

"you’re joking,” you groan, face already warming as the guys snicker. “stop acting like it’s some movie poster. it’s just a group picture and—look at that! jungkook is looking at me like i’m stinky.”

“you are stinky.” jungkook scoffs.

you shove him playfully. “shut up.”

“oh no, it’s definitely poster-worthy,” jimin chimes in, nudging jungkook’s arm as he grins like a proud parent. "you can practically feel the sparks flying. jungkook’s over there pretending to hate it, but look at his hand. hovering like it’s meant to be."

"right?” hobi quips. “look at the way he’s leaning into her—”

jungkook glares. “hyung, you pushed me—”

“—bro’s living the rom-com life and doesn’t even know it.” hobi finishes. 

"yeah," yoongi deadpans, his lip curling in a mock-serious expression as he gestures vaguely at the photo. "what trope are you guys?”

"trope?" you snort, shooting a glance at Jungkook. “that’s going too far. i can’t be associated with him to that point. even angels like me have limits..”

"awh, don't ruin it," jimin teases. “you two look like you were made to stand next to each other. it’s fate, ___.”

"fate?" jungkook finally chimes in, his brow quirking as he scoffs. “more like bad luck. uglyass picture, by the way. jump-scare. trigger-warning. photoshop her out, please.”

his words are sharp, but the teasing rolls on, taehyung clapping jungkook on the back as he leans in closer. 

“don’t fight it, man. just admit it—you’re glowing.”

“you’re drunk.” jungkook grumbles, crossing his arms.

but even as he tries to brush it off, you catch the way his jaw ticks, the way his ears turn a faint shade of red. it almost makes you want to keep the teasing going.

almost.

you stretch over and take a proper look. 

your shoulders are pressed against jungkook’s, his hand awkwardly hovering near your back as if unsure where to put it. it’s ridiculous, but you decide to lean into the joke.

“awh,” you say, nudging him with a smirk. “wait. we do look cute together. look at you—nerdy boy finally getting close to the pretty girl. must be the highlight of your life.”

jungkook’s jaw tightens, and for a second, you think he might just let it slide. But then, his eyes narrow, and the smugness in his tone cuts deeper than you expect.

“yeah?” he says, his voice low and dripping with sarcasm. “because the pretty girl who’s still a virgin at twenty-four is such a catch, right? must be fun carrying the weight of no guy ever wanting that kind of pressure.”

the air stills.

“what?” jungkook asks, unsure of why everyone’s mood suddenly shifted. “guys, we don’t need to hold ___’s hand for this. her situationships aren’t real. no guy wants her and it’s because of all her fucking issues… so don’t tease me about shit like that. why would i want her? she’s too fucked up.”

your heart sinks as the laughter dies around you, the guys exchanging awkward glances. you force a tight smile, shrugging as if the jab didn’t just land in the worst way possible.

“ha… ha… yeah. sure. what he said,” you mutter, slipping out of the group without looking back.

you weave through the crowd, the din of the arcade becoming background noise to the rush of your thoughts. yoongi and nam joon sigh and excuse themselves to follow you. 

“fuck,” taehyung groans at jungkook. “for a nerd, you aren’t that smart."

jungkook throws his head back.

"okay, fine. i went too far."

taehyung forces a laugh and pats jungkook's shoulder. "i just... i don't why do you always shit the bed when it comes to ___. would it kill you consider her feelings once in a while?"

"she started it—"

"we started it," taehyung corrects him. "you fuck it up and then we have to fix it. why can't we start it and you figure it out?"

"what's there to figure out?"

taehyung sighs.

"seriously, what's there to figure out?" jungkook repeats, his voice rough with frustration, though there’s a slight tension in his jaw, as if he’s trying to keep himself in check.

taehyung runs a hand through his hair like he’s had this conversation a million times before. “you overthink everything, man. just… talk to her. it’s not that hard.”

jungkook scoffs. "i talk to her."

"yeah right," taehyung shoots back, now leaning in closer, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of concern and exasperation. "she isn't gonna stick around forever... especially with all the shit you pull. is it that hard to show that you care for her? even just a little bit? you can even fake it for all we care... just... stop doing this. stop fucking it up."

jungkook opens his mouth to retort, but then he just...

doesn’t.

he falls silent, his gaze drifting over to where you’re standing, still laughing with yoongi, oblivious to the conversation happening behind her. his expression softens for a moment, but the tension doesn’t fully leave his shoulders.

“... i don’t know what to say to her,” jungkook mutters after a long pause, his voice quieter this time, almost vulnerable.

taehyung rolls his eyes, his voice taking on a teasing edge again.

"i'm not asking you to be perfect," taehyung says, his tone suddenly serious. "i just want you to try.”

jungkook's eyes narrow, but he doesn’t argue.

he knows taehyung’s right.

and the idea of trying—really trying—is both terrifying and somehow comforting. it’s just a matter of taking the first step.

"alright, alright. i get it." jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair. "but if i mess it up again…"

“you will,” taehyung says with a grin, smacking him on the back. “and when you do, we’ll be here to clean up your mess.”

jungkook groans. "great. thanks. god, you guys are impossible."

taehyung just laughs, clapping him on the shoulder.

"that’s what friends are for."

“that one’s cute,” you say softly, pointing to a pastel plushie trapped inside the glass case. “but aren’t these things rigged?” 

yoongi glances at the plushie, then back at you, offering a faint smile. “hello kitty? can’t you just buy it in store?”

“it’s different.”

“how so?”

“winning it is better. means more.”

he laughs at you. ruffling your hair, he asks; “think you can win it?”

“probably not,” you admit with a dry laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “i suck at these things.”

unbeknownst to you, jungkook has followed, lingering a few steps behind. 

he watches quietly as you and yoongi chat, his arms folded across his chest, his usual cocky posture softened just enough to give off a more contemplative vibe. his gaze shifts to the hello kitty plushie you pointed out, taking in every detail—the soft pastel fabric, the little bow. 

his jaw tightens.

for a second, he looks almost… distant. something flickers across his face—a mix of regret, maybe? or determination? it’s hard to tell, and he’s quick to push the thought aside. he can’t figure out why this damn hello kitty plushie is bothering him, but it does.

his hands shift in his pockets, fingers brushing against the cool edges of his arcade card. the sound of you and yoongi laughing lightly as you move on to a different machine pulls him out of his trance. 

he’s still standing there, staring at the claw machine, his mind reeling.

get it together, he tells himself. it's a stupid fucking hello kitty plushie.

but as the two of you move further away, jungkook finds his feet taking him toward the claw machine. his body moves on its own, a subtle, almost unconscious determination settling into his posture. he steps up to the machine, his heart thumping a little louder than usual.

with a quick flick of his wrist, he taps the arcade card to the screen, paying for a round. The soft beep of the machine filling the air is oddly satisfying. he glances at the claw, watches it shift slightly in the plastic case, and his mind sharpens. the whole world narrows down to this one moment—the claw, the plushie, and the stupid, ridiculous thought that maybe, just maybe, it would mean something.

he leans in a little closer to the machine, his focus narrowing as his fingers hover just over the controls. his chest tightens, just a little.

but there’s something about this—about trying—that feels...

new.

almost like he's playing for something that’s not just a game.

as the arcade starts to empty out, the night comes to an end.

the group begins to break into separate plans. some were heading out for more drinks, the usual late-night crowd craving more chaos, while others, like you and jungkook, were heading home. yoongi, standing beside you both, clapped jungkook on the shoulder and offered a casual “see you later,” his eyes lingering a moment too long on the tension that still hung between you two.

by now, jungkook had tried to apologize multiple times throughout the night. too many times to count—but each time, you’d brushed him off, walking away before he could finish his words.

it was the same pattern that had played out earlier, with him following close behind, trying to make up for whatever had gone wrong, but you’d always managed to slip out of his reach, words left unsaid and apologies unacknowledged.

as you stepped outside into the crisp night air, the glow of neon signs casting faint colors over the sidewalk, you took a deep breath. the cool wind ruffled your hair, and you tucked a stray strand behind your ear, eyes darting to the ground, avoiding jungkook’s gaze.

“my hinge crush of the week wants to meet up… so, bye!” jimin called out, adjusting his jacket as he moved toward the waiting uber.

the others offered their farewells, the air filled with laughs and promises to meet again soon.

jungkook is quiet, his eyes still on you, a knot of frustration building in his stomach.

as you’re about to turn away, he finally speaks. his voice is soft but firm.

“can i drive you home?”

you don’t even look at him, a slight shake of your head as you took a step back.

“i’m good. thanks for the offer.”

he takes a slow step forward, determination flashing in his eyes.

“shit, ___. come on, don’t be like that. it’s late. i’m not letting you walk home alone.”

“i’m fine,” you reassure him again, taking another step away. “they’re all gone. you can stop pretending you care—w-whoa—“

but as you turn to leave, the way you step gets caught on a loose patch of pavement, and before you can stop yourself, you stumble forward. your heart lurches in your chest as your body lurches toward the ground. 

but a strong and steady hand grips your waist, pulling you back against a solid chest.

“fuck, watch your step—” jungkook mutters, his voice lower now, a hint of something you couldn’t quite place in it. his grip tightened just enough to keep you from stumbling again.

you freeze for a second, your breath catching as his fingers brushed against your side, his body warm against yours. the shock of his touch sent a strange shiver down your spine, but before you could react, his voice comes again, this time with a soft but unmistakable smirk.

“you’re all out of choices now.”

his words hang in the air as he takes your waist, gently but firmly guiding you toward his car. the playful edge in his voice made your stomach flip.

he doesn’t wait for a response.

he pulls you closer as you walk together. 

you want to pull away. 

you want to protest, but something about the way he holds you—steady, unwavering—makes it impossible to do anything but follow. 

so, you give in. 

you slide into the passenger seat of jungkook’s car, the leather cold against your legs as you settle in. the familiar scent of his cologne fills the small space, mixing with the faint scent of his car’s interior. before you can even close the door, jungkook is already moving to the driver’s side, slipping in next to you with practiced ease.

he turns the key, the engine rumbling to life, and immediately, he leans over to help you with your seatbelt. his hand brushes against yours, sending a strange flutter through your chest as his fingers fumble with the latch, and you try not to think too much about how gentle his touch is.

“thanks,” you mumble, turning your head toward the window, avoiding his gaze. 

the tension between you two still lingers, thick and heavy, but neither of you says anything, and soon the quiet hum of the engine fills the air instead.

the drive starts out like most others, the city lights blinking past the windows as jungkook takes a turn, his hands steady on the wheel. but then, as the cool night air seeps in through the slightly cracked window, you suddenly feel the chill of the evening air hit your skin, a shiver running down your spine.

you don’t even have to say anything. without a word, jungkook pulls off his jacket, glancing over at you. 

“you cold?” he asks, his voice low, almost concerned, but his eyes are still focused on the road.

before you can respond, his white jacket is draped over your shoulders like a blanket. 

it’s warm, soft—still holding the faint trace of his warmth—and for a moment, you find yourself frozen, not sure whether you should pull it off or accept the comfort. but it’s his gesture, the way he’s silently taking care of you, and the faint thought that maybe he’s not such an ass after all, that makes you just pull the jacket tighter around yourself, not saying anything.

the silence stretches on, with only the sound of his car’s engine and the soft tunes filling the air, low music that drowns out everything else.

it’s a little uncomfortable. 

a little too close. 

and yet, somehow, you don’t mind it.

minutes pass, and you can’t help but notice how the buildings are getting fewer, how the city streets are slipping behind, and suddenly, it hits you—he’s not turning into your neighborhood.

“wait,” you finally speak up, your voice sounding strangely foreign in the quiet car. “you just passed my place.”

he doesn’t even glance over at you, just keeps driving, his eyes focused on the road ahead. 

“i know.”

“then where are you going?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but a flicker of annoyance laces your tone. “jungkook, what the hell?”

“the only way for you to talk to me,” he says, his voice calm but with a touch of something else beneath it. 

something you can’t quite place.

“what?” you blink, confusion clouding your thoughts. “this is considered kidnapping.”

jungkook chuckles, the sound low and almost playful.

“only way for you to talk to me, like i said.”

you narrow your eyes at him, a mix of frustration and something else building inside you. 

“you’re seriously driving me around for what, exactly? to waste gas? to waste your time?”

“to wait for you.”

“oh my god,” you stress. “you and your fucking words.”

he smirks. “are they working?”

you gulp. 

“come on, ___. act like a bitch all night, i don’t care… but you’re gonna talk to me.”

you’re quiet for a moment, staring out the window, watching the city blur past. the absurdity of the situation sinks in, but it’s also hard to ignore the fact that you’re starting to feel a strange sense of... comfort in his presence.

“fine,” you finally say, voice quiet but sharp. “what do you want me to say, huh? you’ve been apologizing all night and i’ve been brushing you off. you said what you said. it’s done.”

jungkook shifts in his seat, and for the first time, you notice how his grip tightens on the wheel, how his jaw clenches ever so slightly. 

“keep talking.”

“i’m done.”

“no,” he insists. “i don’t care what you say… i just need you to talk to me, ___. that’s all.”

you don’t respond right away, not sure how to react to that admission, or if it’s even true. but the way his words hang in the air, the sincerity behind them, makes you want to crack open. 

makes you want to say something—anything—but the walls are still up.

“do you want me to fuck you or something?” 

your eyes widen and your throat goes dry. 

what the fuck did he just say?

“excuse me?” 

jungkook then pulls over, parking his car at some random street. his car lights and the lamppost nearby are the only light sources… but that doesn’t stop you from knowing how close he is to you. you don’t need much light—you feel it. you feel his presence. 

“is that why your panties are in a twist? you need dick or something? you’ve been acting weird since you overheard me fucking—”

“i don’t want to know her name.” 

jungkook blinks at you. 

“... so you are bothered by her.”

you pause. 

“n-no. no, i’m not. it’s just… weird. i don’t want to know because i don’t want to know.”

“okay,” jungkook nods. “can i know something then?”

you hesitate. 

“do you forgive me yet? i… i fucked up. i’m sorry, __. seriously. that wasn’t cool of me.” 

you take a breath in. 

“i forgive you,” you admit. “but be honest with me. did you mean it?”

jungkook shakes his head profusely. 

“no,” he confesses. “no, i didn’t mean it. i think it’s cute that you’re a virgin—”

“stop!” you cry, throwing your hands to cover your face. “shut up.”

he laughs, finding your panic a little cute. 

“what? you never get horny?” 

you drop your hands, completely dumbfounded at how this conversation has unfolded in a matter of minutes. 

“i do,” you tell him. 

“with what? with who?” 

you tilt your head and squint at him. 

“curious?”

“disgusted, actually.” he mocks you. 

you can’t help but let out a laugh.  

then, a silence falls upon you two. 

but… it’s an okay kind. the kind where you two aren’t mad at each other and everything is truly lighthearted. it’s a rare kind of atmosphere for you two share. 

the tension that had once been suffocating now feels more like a slow burn, simmering quietly in the space between you. it’s strange, this shift. but it’s also... comforting.

in a way, it’s like stepping onto solid ground after floating in the middle of an ocean for too long.

you glance over at jungkook, his profile soft in the dim light from the streetlamps. his fingers are gripping the steering wheel lightly, his knuckles slightly pale, like he’s trying to keep himself grounded too. he’s not saying anything, but his presence is loud. in some ways, that’s all you need. 

that he’s here. 

that you’re both here, together, after all the back and forth, all the words exchanged, the small cracks and the moments of silence.

the question comes out before you can stop it, and you almost want to take it back the second it leaves your mouth. 

but you’re already committed. 

"think i could do it?" you say, voice softer than you intended, more vulnerable than you meant.

jungkook shifts in his seat slightly, his eyes flicking toward you.

“do what?"

"get you to want me?"

for a split second, you think you’ve gone too far. 

jungkook is quiet for a long time, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you. he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. it’s like he’s weighing the question, figuring out if you mean it. if it’s just some fleeting thought, or if you’re really standing here, raw and honest, in the middle of it all.

and then he speaks, his voice low but steady, a hint of something in it that you can’t quite place.

“why would you want that?”

the question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you’re unsure of how to respond. but then you think about it, really think about it. 

"i don’t know."

the vulnerability is almost too much, too raw. 

it feels like every inch of you is laid bare, exposed in a way you weren’t sure you could handle. you stare at your hands, anything to avoid the intensity of his gaze, but it’s there, lingering in the quiet air between you. it fills the space, like you can feel every word left unsaid pressing against your chest.

jungkook doesn’t say anything right away, the silence stretching long enough that you start to wonder if maybe you said the wrong thing. maybe you pushed too far, too fast.

but then, he speaks.

"wanna find out?"

his voice is low, almost teasing, but there's something else there too—something that makes your heart skip a beat. 

you glance up at him, your eyes meeting his again, and you realize in that moment that this is where it all comes together. the question, the hesitation, the rawness of it all. 

he’s not pulling away, not like you expected.

he’s waiting…

for you.

[omgeto]

oh you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim...

｡･:*˚:✧｡ authors note — my first kinktober!! ahh go crazy. i will try my best to write good smut for you people. here's my master list so you can see what im cooking up for you guys. i might add some more but for now here it is... MDNI!!

OCTOBER 1ST...

THRILL(h)ER — satosugu x reader

when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?

cw: threesome (duh), double penetration, blowjobs, spanking, praise & degredation

OCTOBER 7TH...

your 'ONLY FAN' — dilf neighbour!toji x cam girl!reader

when you're a top cam girl, your used to having thousands of people watching you every night. yet among the masses, theres one fan that stands out. he not only is a high tipper but is someone you happen to know all too well. and he's about to go to long lengths to prove to you that he's the only fan of yours that matters.

cw: toji breaks into your house and blows your back out. facefucking, slight choking, use of toys, consensual sex tape making, sight breeding.

OCTOBER 14TH...

when you fuck your older neighbour — nanami, toji, geto, gojo

on the way to a halloween party, you just couldn't help but put a little pep in your step as your strut past your older neighbours house. and he can't help notice how tight and tiny your outfit is — it can barely fit. not that it matters anyway... it'll be off of you before the clock strikes 11...

cw: age gap (duh), spanking, nipple play, face riding, dick riding, all types of riding

OCTOBER 21st...

a quiet place — nanami x babysitter!reader

after returning from trick or treating with his kids, your 'boss' can't help but beg you stay the night with him. hoping to give you a 'treat' of his own. but shhh... you can't get too loud, his kids are sleeping.

cw: breeding, raw sex, talks of pregnancy, a whole lotta cum

OCTOBER 31st...

"CULT?... i thought this was a bathroom." — geto x reader

on a drunken halloween night you thought you were stumbling your way into the bathroom of a club, but you end up stumbling into the lap of a cult leader. and he doesn't like people like you. instead of doing what he usual does to your 'kind' he decides to punish you a different way — in front of all of his followers.

cw: public sex, major degradation, dark content... (slay)

so what do you think. what do you think of the banner? I tried really hard to make this whole thing so hopefully you guys love the layout AND THE FIC IDEAS. which one are you most exited for lmk :) also don’t use my header pls and thanks THERE IS NO TAGLIST &lt;;33

[nerdlvr]

✩ backstage

(MDNI)

smut , haechan x reader , hushed sex ig... , doggy style (he's standing and she's like pressed against a couch) , kinda mean hyuck , semi public sex , quickie , selfish fuck (only he cums LMAO) , no condom , creampie , lots of petnames , requested here! , lmk if i missed anything!

"we're on in 10 minutes everyone!" the set manager's voice rang through the locked door of the dressing room.

"h-hyuck- you- you have to- ahh-" your mouth fell open as he slid into you, his grip on your waist firm.

"what i have to do is fuck this pretty pussy hm? you worry about keeping that mouth shut."

you nodded dumbly, face pressed harshly against the couch cushion, "y-yes hyuck- oh!"

his pelvis rocked against your ass, dripping cunt filled to the brim.

"i said quiet."

.

the sound of skin slapping filled the small room, your moans muffled by donghyuck's fingers, his attempt at keeping you quiet. but your whiny noises still slipped past your lips, the room growing hotter by the second.

"angel please, so fucking loud- want everyone to hear us? want everyone to know how desperate this little pussy is- can't even wait till after the concert?"

your pussy tightened around him, a loud hiss leaving his lips, his grip on your waist almost painful.

"h-hyuck please hurry- i wanna-" you moaned as you felt him press deeper against you, his chest now pressed against your back.

"wanna what? this isn't about you baby- fuck- you can wait your turn."

you whined in his grasp, arms now fully circling your waist as he pounded into you.

"'m gonna fill you up baby- you want that hm?"

your pleas were muffled, one of his hands moving up to press your face deeper into the couch.

"yeahhh baby, 'course you want it- want hyuckie to stuff you full of his- fuck."

his head fell forward as your pussy tightened around him, his words only pushing you further. he stilled against you, hips gently rocking back and forth before, "fuckkk- tight little pussy squeezing me so-" he drew his hips back before slamming back into your roughly, the couch moving from the force.

"h-hyuck- fuck, fuck, fuck-" your words were jumbled, voice shaky and broken as he fucked into you, his strength making your head spin.

"yeah baby- yeah- just like that- oh my- y/n fuck i'm gonna cum-" he groaned against your back, his styled hair and makeup long forgotten as he continued to pound into you.

you arched your back into his grasp, ass pressed perfectly against his pelvis, his balls slapping against your clit.

"shittt, baby shit- i'm- fuckkk-" his voice was soft, teeth digging into your back as he tried to muffle his groans.

his hips stilled, flush against your ass, his body gently twitching as he filled your cunt.

"i love you so much pretty girl- so good- you're so so good for me."

he leaned back, arms letting you fall towards the couch as he rubbed at your back gently. on instinct his head turned towards the clock, 8:10 PM. "oh fu-."

you winced slightly as he rushed to slip out of you, immediately hopping around the room looking for his clothes, "wait- wait where's my sock- shit-"

"lee donghyuck! if i have to come in there i swear to-" you both froze in place as mark banged on the door, his tone clearly upset.

you turned to face donghyuck, reaching inside the couch cushion to pull out a small piece of clothing, "your sock-" he hushed you with a kiss, stumbling out of the room as he pulled his sock up, heavy boot in his free hand.

"you're the best, love you sugar cakes! see you after!"

and then he was gone, not for long though- you think he wouldn't want to eat his cum out of you during intermission?

[wwooyology]

── 𝄞 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 | 𝙆.𝙃𝙅

[𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎] : bf!hongjoong x fem!reader [𝙒𝘾] : 3.6k

[𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎] : guitarist!hongjoong, angst if you squint, smut

[𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙎] : dating such a well-known guitarist came with its perks, but also comes with its downfalls. one day, a fangirl managed to get up close and personal with your boyfriend, and it left a sour taste in your mouth to which you ended up taking that frustration out on hongjoong who was quick to put you back in your place.

[𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙎] : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, reader is a bit jelly and a brat, choking, oral (f. receiving), biting/marking, manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, begging, teasing, mean dom!hongjoong x bratty sub!reader, clit play, orgasm denial, edging, petnames (babygirl, baby, princess, sweetheart...), dumbification, bondage, spanking, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, possessiveness, lmk if I missed anything!!

[𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎] : ahh, thank you all so much for 4k followers it means the absolute world to me!! <33 this journey has been an interesting one, to say the least, but I'll save all of the sappy stuff for a later date, haha, but here is the first part of this eight-part event; I hope you all enjoy it!!

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[𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏] : 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 [𝟒 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝟗 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙅𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙂 😵‍💫] ─ 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 : [𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙊.] 𝙖𝙣𝙙 [𝘼𝘾𝙏 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙄’𝙇𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝘼 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙏.] ─ 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩?

[𝙔𝙀𝙎] 𝙤𝙧 [𝙉𝙊]

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩! 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧?

[𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔] 𝙤𝙧 [𝙎𝙆𝙄𝙋]

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𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 [𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉] 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣!

[𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉]

You loved it when your boyfriend performed with his band, god you loved it so much. He always looked like he was having the time of his life on that stage, but something you didn’t love? All of the attention he got from the crowd of fangirls around you. They all were screaming the names of every member but you couldn’t help but pinpoint Hongjoong’s name specifically. 

Now, most of the time, their screams and comments didn’t bug you; they were his fans, and they were just showing him support. However, tonight there were countless girls that had managed to squeeze past security and got to Hongjoong, begging him for an autograph or a photo.

Then there was that one girl who left you in a sour mood for the rest of the night. She had pushed past security, and you offered her a smile, thinking that she was just going to ask him for an autograph like the others had.

But she didn’t.

No, she stepped right into his personal space and grabbed his arm before showing her phone with the camera open. Hongjoong laughed nervously, not quite sure what to do in this situation, and when he looked over at you, he knew that you were not enjoying the sight. Not a bit.

He inevitably agreed to the photo and tried to pull away from the girl, but her grip was strong. She smiled up at him brightly before lifting the camera to take the picture, but her smile dropped a little when she saw you in the background. Lowering her phone, she looked over at you with faux doe eyes but a stupid smug grin on her lips, which only pushed your buttons even more.

“Could you get out of the way?” Her voice was sweet, but it was more of a statement rather than a question.

With a scoff, you glared at her before looking over at Hongjoong, who was giving you apologetic eyes. Rolling your eyes, you let your arms that were once crossed over your chest fall to your sides, “Whatever, I’ll be out in the crowd.” 

“Babe!” Hongjoong called out to you, trying to catch your arm before you got too far, but the girl clung to his arm, not giving him a chance to. Swallowing thickly, he watched as you stormed off before looking over at the girl, “Sorry, but I can’t right now.” He shook her off with a bit of force before taking off after you.

She let out a pathetic whine before going to follow him, but a guard finally intervened and stopped her.

Hongjoong rounded the corner and saw you just about to walk out into the main hall of the venue, but thankfully was able to grab your arm.

“Hey.” His voice was soft as he pulled you away from the door, but all you could feel was that anger from just moments before.

“Let me go.” Your tone was harsh as you pulled your wrist out of his grasp, “don’t you have a picture to take?”

Hongjoong’s jaw tensed as you glared at him, even more so when you wouldn’t even let him try to explain. What truly was the straw that broke the camel's back was when you rolled your eyes and walked away from him.

“Y/n!” He called for you as you walked out the door, his hand catching it before it shut. However, the sound of his manager telling him that they were on in five stopped him. Grumbling curses to himself, he reluctantly went back to his dressing room for finishing touches before joining the guys.

–

After the concert, Hongjoong was quick to bypass all of the fans and to his car, where he knew you would be. You had been the only thing on his mind the entirety of the concert. Finding you out in the crowd wasn’t very hard when you wore that cherry red top you knew he liked. However, the way you weren’t even looking at him, but the other members got under his skin and quickly at that. 

Once the encore was over, he told the guards that he needed to leave and left the guys to meet the fans while he went to find you. Stepping outside into the cool air, he made a beeline for where his car was parked.

He let out a sigh when he saw you leaning against the vehicle, arms crossed over your body to keep some of the warmth in. Walking over, he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you into his body.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” His voice was deep, and his eyes bore into you, sending a chill down your spine, but you were still in a sour mood, and you pushed away from him.

“Didn’t want to. Now unlock the car.” You sassed as you tried to step away from him, but you didn’t make it very far when he had his hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to him.

“What’s with the attitude?” He asked, annoyance starting to shoot through the roof from your brattiness. You only rolled your eyes, ready to just leave, but a small gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks and making you look up at him. “You better watch it babygirl. Otherwise, I’ll have to set you straight.” He growled, and you scoffed, not even entirely meaning to.

“Why don’t you go set that other girl straight? She seemed like she’d enjoy it.” You hissed, tugging at his wrist and eyes burning in annoyance.

Hongjoong then started to understand where this was all coming from, he had thought you would have calmed down during the concert, but it seems he guessed wrong. He started to open his mouth, but you were quicker than him.

“Wooyoung even offered me a ride home, should’ve taken him up on the offer.” You added, but a small squeak fell from your lips when his grip tightened.

His jaw tightened, trying his best to fight off the anger that was building, you were pushing his button, and he was damn near at his limit. Releasing your face he grabbed your arm and pulled you off of the car before opening the door.

“Get in the damn car, y/n, and I don’t wanna hear another word until we get home.” He told you with a hint of finality, and you wanted to tell him no, but the cold was starting to settle into your bones, so reluctantly, you got into the seat. Hongjoong waited until you were fully in before slamming the door shut, causing you to jump slightly.

You didn’t even bother watching as he rounded the car to get into the driver's seat; no, you just pulled your phone out of your pocket and pulled up your social media. Bile crept up your throat when you came across the photo that the girl had taken with Hongjoong, the caption sending fury flooding your veins.

‘Got to finally meet my man, he tots likes me, I just know it.’

Scoffing, you shut your phone off and tossed it into the cup holder, causing Hongjoong to look at you as he pulled out of the parking lot. He started to reach for the device but you were quick to smack his hand away, glaring at him sharply.

“Eyes on the road, I’m not trying to die on the way home.” You quipped, and he looked over at you with a glare of his own.

He then put his hand on your bare thigh, squeezing just enough for you to let out a small whine, “You’re really just testing the limits, aren’t you, princess?”

You didn’t say a word but rather opted to giving him the cold shoulder, and boy, did that only piss him off more.

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It didn’t take much longer before he had pulled into the driveway of your shared house, his hand never once leaving your thigh, and you had to try your best to soothe the ache between your thighs without it being too obvious.

Getting into the house, you made a beeline for the bedroom, narrowly missing Hongjoong’s attempt at grabbing you. Walking into the room, you started pulling off your clothes, leaving you in your undergarments before opening the closet and going to grab something to change into.

A sudden wave of heat brushed over the side of your neck, and you felt his hands before you even heard him. One of Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around your waist, trapping your body against him, while the other hand wrapped snugly around your pretty little throat. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, causing you to shudder.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you off after all of that attitude, did you, sweetheart?” His voice was gruff as he tightened his hold around your neck, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Joongie.” You whined, hands wrapping around his forearm as you tried to look back at him.

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so, princess.” He growled against your ear before spinning your body around and picking you up, then the next second, your back hit the mattress. His body was then over yours, pinning your hands above your head, staring down at you, a borderline sinister smirk on his lips, “what now that you think you’re getting what you want, you’re not gonna act like a brat anymore?”

“Joongie, please.” You pleaded with him trying to push your hips up into his, but he had successfully trapped your body under his.

“Don’t think just because you’re being good now, I’ll give in.” He brought his face just a hair away from yours, his warm breath fanning over your face, causing your eyes to flutter, “act like a brat, and I’ll treat you like a brat.”

Then his face pulled away from yours before going down to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin roughly, sure to leave marks for days. You let out a pathetic moan when he got down to your chest, nearly ripping the bra off of your body.

His free hand trailed down your abdomen, tracing along the hem of your underwear until you were squirming under his touch.

“Joong–” You were cut off by a gasp when he cupped your heat, fingers pressing against your clothed slit.

He let out a dark chuckle, “You’re fucking soaked babygirl,” The teasing tone in his voice left you withering.

You weren’t even given a chance before he was pulling your underwear down your legs, leaving you completely bare before him. Tossing the piece of clothing off to the side of the room, he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer to him. Lifting his face from your chest with a wet ‘pop,’ he hovered over you once again.

“Keep your hands there, or I’ll tie them to the headboard.” He told you, a challenging gleam in his eyes waiting for you to try and fight back, to which you tried to protest, but he quickly hushed you, “Bad girls don’t get what they want, now stay put, or you won’t be cumming at all.” 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding your head, but he just clicked his tongue. He then released your wrist, staying still for just a moment to see if you would move, but when you didn’t, he leaned back down, peppering wet kisses all along your body. Trailing his lips down the valley of your breast, down your naval until he was between your thighs.

He blew on your soaping cunt, watching as your hole clenched around nothing and a small whimper fell from your lips. You opened your lips to beg him to do something and to stop teasing but was stopped as a loud moan was pulled from your lungs when his lips latched onto your aching clit.

His pace was relentless as he ate you like a starved man, alternating between rough sucks to kitten licks was leaving your mind swirling. It took all of your willpower to not tousle your fingers through his hair, instead you tingled your fingers in the sheets.

“J-Joong!” You cried out when you felt his tongue pushing against your entrance, his nose brushing over your clit. He pushed past your slit, groaning at your taste when more of your slick coated his tongue.

When your hips started to grind against his face, he wrapped his hands around your upper thighs, holding you in place. You whine at the restriction, the pleasure he was giving you almost mind-numbing, and the way his nose pressed against your clit with each stroke of his tongue had your body trembling.

“J-Joongie! Oh my god, ‘m close!” You cried out, back arching off of the bed as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened.

Then, just as you were about to tip over the edge, it was ripped away from you.

“No, no, no, Joongie, please don’t stop.” You cried pathetically, staring at him with teary eyes, hands reaching out to grab his shirt.

He snatched your hand into him, trapping both of your wrists in his grip once more. Leaning forward, he looked at you with a dark gaze.

“You’re in no position to demand anything, princess.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, tugging your body even closer to his until his lips ghosted over yours. “And didn’t I tell you not to move?”

You felt your body go rigid when a smirk spread across his glistening lips. You were quick to shake your head, eyes pleading with him.

“No, Joong, I didn’t mean to!” You whined, tears brimming in your eyes, but the sight only made Hongjoong’s dick throb in his jeans.

“Aw, you poor thing, it’s too late to apologize now.” He pouted, pulling away from your body, and tugged his shirt off of his body before reaching for his belt. “On your stomach and hands behind your back.” He demanded, eyes watching as you stared up at him, bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Joong–” You mewled out, but he clicked his tongue, hands finding your hips before flipping your body over, eliciting a pathetic squeak from your lips.

“Can’t even listen to simple instructions. Are you even sure you wanna cum tonight, baby?” He chuckled darkly, hand landing a hard smack on your asscheek, causing you to cry out. “Such a naughty girl.” 

Tears stung in your eyes as he spanked you a few more times, leaving behind red handprints in his wake. Once he was satisfied, he undid the buckle of his belt and pulled it from his jeans.

“Give me your hands.” He demanded, and you complied, pulling your arms out from under your body and placing them behind your back. Hongjoong took them into his hands, wrapping the rough leather around your wrists until they were bound tight.

His hands then traveled along your curves before stopping at your hips. Leaning over your body, he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips, causing your back to arch.

A whine fell from your lips when his thumb pressed against your dripping pussy, rubbing your slit before pushing in just a bit. He watched in amusement as you clenched around his digit, trying to suck him in.

“Such a needy little brat,” Hongjoong groaned, pulling his thumb from your needy hole, causing you to whine in protest. The sound of his zipper was almost deafening, and all of the hairs on your body stood tall in anticipation of what was about to come. “You just needed some dick to set you straight, is that it?” He growled, grabbing himself at the base after letting his boxers drop to the floor.

Your whole body shuddered when you felt his tip rub against your aching cunt, mewling when he nudged your twitching clit.

“You wanted cock so bad you were willing to take it from someone else, hmm?” His voice dropped an octave as he lined up with your entrance, pushing in just a bit and groaning at how your walls contracted around him.

“N-No Joong– just you!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face and staining the bedsheets.

“Good.” He growled as he pushed his entire length into your tight walls with one thrust, causing a choked moan to leave your lips, eyes rolling back at the sudden full feeling. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. “Don’t forget who you belong to, babygirl.”

A series of broken moans and babbles fell from your parted lips as he pounded his dick into your soaping cunt, lewd wet sounds filling the room. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails leaving crescent shapes in their place when he moved his hand down to your clit.

“Fuck!” You cried out when he started drawing tight circles over the little nub, your whole body shuddering as that coil tightened once more. Word failed you as you tried to tell Hongjoong that you were close, but he knew.

“Close already, princess?” He teased, picking up his pace and making you sputter out incoherent words.

Hongjoong smirked at your fucked out state, loving the way your eyes rolled back with a choked moan of his name when he hit that one particular spot deep in your pussy. You were completely ruined on his cock, and he was loving every second of it.

With just a few more deep thrusts, your jaw fell slack, and your walls fluttered around his cock as you came undone underneath him. However, his pace never stopped, much less slowed down as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“J-Joong– fuck!” You cried out as overstimulation quickly settled into your bones. Your whole body shook in his hold, threatening to crumble completely if it wasn’t for his hands keeping your body in place.

“Hmm, give me another one, babygirl.” Hongjoong groaned, hips pistoning into yours as he bullied his cock deeper into your walls, “Give me one more, and I’ll fill you full; how does that sound, princess?” 

You mewled at his words, brain turning into mush as he continued to fuck into you, but the way your walls tightened around him was all telling. 

Hongjoong then reached forward, grabbing your bound wrists and pulling your upper body off of the bed. He used this as leverage to pull you back onto his cock, causing your moans to grow in pitch, no longer muffled by the sheets.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He cooed, his other hand falling to his side as he looked down to watch as his cock disappeared into your pussy. “No one else can make you feel like this, just me, got that?” His tone came out in a growl as he felt himself getting closer to his own release.

“Yes! J-Just you, Joongie!” You screamed as you felt your high creeping up on you at a rapid pace. All of the nerves in your body felt as if they were on fire.

“Good girl, now cum for me, baby. Make a mess all over my cock while I paint your insides with my cum.” He coaxed yet another orgasm out of your spent body, your walls squeezing around his aching cock like vice causing him to let out a throaty moan. “Fuck!” He cursed before pushing all the way in as he spilled deep into your womb.

You whined at the warm feeling, your body still aching for him, and Hongjoong could tell. He undid the belt, freeing your wrist before pulling out of your twitching cunt. He didn’t give you a chance to protest before he had you lying on your back once more.

“Still not enough for you, princess?” He teased, lips brushing over yours as he took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing kiss, leaving you completely breathless as you tried to match his pace in your delirious state. “Don’t worry, we can go all night.”

He swallowed all of your moans as he pushed back into your wet heat, fucking into you slow and deep. His hands held yours tightly as he drew out all of your sweet sounds, relishing in every last one of them.

It wasn’t until the both of you were completely spent that he finally pulled his now soft cock from your spent cunt. He collapsed next to you, eyes closed as he caught his breath. You rolled over despite the ache in your joints, laying against his chest, and Hongjoong wrapped his arm around your body.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” You apologized meekly, drawing shapes on the expanse of his chest, and Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“I’m sorry too, my love, but I promise you’re the only one for me. No matter how many fangirls sneak past security, it’ll always be you.” He promised, and you turned your head to look at him, your chin resting on his chest.

“You need to get better security.” You told him bluntly, causing him to burst out laughing but nodding nonetheless.

“You’re right, but…” He then sat up, grabbing your arms gently to help you sit up as well, “let’s go take a bath before heading to bed.”

You whined in protest, but he still picked you up bridal style and carried you into the bathroom, where the both of you enjoyed a warm bath before turning in for the night. Sweet words of reassurance lingered in the night air as you both drifted off in each other's arms.

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FINDING PEACE IN YOU: PART 2

paige x azzi

word count: 8k

A/N: I actually got a lot of positive feedback about the first chapter which I’m happy about because I’m enjoying the thought of writing them with a little more maturity. Let me know what you think please! I’d also love any REASONABLE suggestions. Last thing I edited a little differently this time so lmk if you see any mistakes lol

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It was Wednesday when Paige pulled up to Azzi’s office. The season was around the corner, so practice had been a bit exhausting, but Paige was happy to finally go on that second date. She locked her car before heading inside and taking the elevator up to Azzi’s clinic.

As Paige entered, she was met with a young lady sitting behind the desk. The young woman smiled brightly at her.

"How can I help you?"

Paige gave her a polite smile back. “Just here for Azzi…or Dr.Fudd actually I’m sorry.”

The young lady looked slightly confused, glancing at the schedule in front of her. “Do you have an appointment?”

Before Paige could answer, the door to the back office opened, and Azzi stepped out with Kyrie. When Azzi saw Paige, she smiled and raised her hand, motioning for Paige to wait.

"Hey, give me a second to grab my things," Azzi called out as she disappeared back behind the door.

Kyrie, noticing Paige, walked over and dapped her up. “How you doing, kid?”

“Man I’m good, just ready for the season,” Paige replied with a smile.

Kyrie nodded. “You started to work with Dr. Fudd?”

Paige smiled at that, shaking her head. “Nah not for real.”

Kyrie picked up on what Paige was saying and laughed. “Ahh I see you.”

Paige just chuckled. Kyrie nodded toward her office. “She’s a good one around here, don’t slip up.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, she’s definitely keeping me on my toes.”

“Just don’t let her work you too hard before the season. We need another chip.” With that he clapped her on the shoulder. “Good luck, kid.”

Paige smiled, as Kyrie made his exit, heading out of the clinic.

A few moments later, the door to the back office opened, and Azzi stepped out, walking toward Paige with a warm smile on her face.

“Hi,” Azzi greeted.

Paige smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. “Wassup?”

Azzi opened her mouth to respond with something smart, but she stopped herself, catching the playful tone in Paige’s voice. She was still in her clinic, so she refrained from saying anything too bold, opting instead to roll her eyes.

“You ready?” Azzi asked.

Paige gave a quick nod. “Yup.”

Azzi smiled at her again before turning to the girl behind the counter. “Goodnight, Kelly,” she called out.

“Night, Dr. Fudd,” Kelly replied with a friendly smile.

Azzi then turned back to Paige, their eyes meeting for a quick moment as the two of them walked out together, the door closing softly behind them.

Paige reached her car, opening the passenger door for Azzi before gently closing it. Azzi gave her a grateful smile and watched as Paige made her way to the driver's side. Paige slid into the seat, started the car, and pulled away from the curb, casting a brief glance over at Azzi.

“So, how was your day?” Paige asked, her hand casually gripping the wheel.

Azzi smiled, leaning back into her seat. “Good. Busy, but good.”

Paige eyed her curiously. “You tired?”

Azzi let out a little sigh, her shoulders dropping as she relaxed into the seat. “Exhausted.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Azzi chuckled lightly. “I need to decompress first. Maybe later.”

Paige smiled at that, clearly understanding. “Fair enough.”

After a beat of silence, Azzi turned the question back on Paige. “How was practice today?”

Paige laughed, shaking her head. “I feel like Chris tried to kill us.”

Azzi laughed at this knowing Paige had a small tendency to be dramatic sometimes. “Really? What happened?”

Paige let out a deep sigh. “A lot of conditioning today. When we weren't running, it was just drilling plays in our heads, non-stop. Then we went straight to the weight room after.”

Azzi hummed thoughtfully, trying to picture it. “What kind of exercises did they have you doing?”

“Plyometrics, for the most part I think,” Paige replied, glancing over at Azzi briefly.

Azzi took that in, thinking about how intense that kind of training could be.

Paige shot her a quick look. “They doing me right, doc?”

Azzi grinned, laughing softly. “Just fine.”

Paige smiled at the praise before Azzi added, “But, you should probably put some heat on your knees tonight. Plyometrics can really wear them down.”

Paige chuckled. “Yes ma’am.

The comfortable silence stretched between them as Paige gave Azzi a moment to decompress after her long day at work. The hum of the city outside the car was a steady background noise, but Azzi didn’t seem to mind, relaxing into the seat.

After about 15 minutes Paige’s car slowed to a stop in front of a building, and Azzi's eyes flickered out the window, confused. She spotted a man in a suit walking toward the car, and she turned to Paige raising her eyebrow.

"Where are we?" Azzi asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Paige just smiled, her eyes twinkling. "You'll see," she said, keeping the secret for a little longer. She then added, "Don’t move," before getting out of the car.

Azzi watched as Paige handed the man her keys. Paige then walked around to open Azzi's door, extending her hand to help her out. Azzi took it, allowing herself to be guided out of the car.

Paige pressed a gentle hand to the small of Azzi’d back leading her up a set of stairs.

When they reached the top, the door opened softly and a man smiled politely at them. He nodded in greeting before shutting the door behind them.

They walked into the building, and Paige led Azzi to a waiting elevator. The doors opened immediately, and they stepped inside. As the elevator began its ascent, the soft sound of live jazz music began to trickle through the air, instantly filling the quiet space between them.

Azzi's smile grew a little as the sound wrapped around her, setting the mood for the evening. She looked at Paige, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "A speakeasy?" she asked, her voice filled with intrigue.

Paige grinned. "Yeah, I've been here a few times. It’s pretty private. The music's good and the drinks are great."

Azzi nodded, clearly impressed. "I like the sound of that."

When the elevator doors slid open, the warm, rich tones of the jazz band flowed more freely, setting a relaxed yet intimate ambiance. The lighting was dim, but not too dark—it was just the right amount of cozy.

Paige led them toward a booth near the corner of the room. As they approached, Azzi couldn't help but notice the view—it was perfect, giving them a full view of the entire space while still feeling private and secluded. The low murmur of conversation and clinking of glasses mixed with the soothing jazz, making the atmosphere feel like a secret escape.

They settled into the booth, the cushioned seats welcoming them with a softness. Paige slid in first, then made room for Azzi to join her. As they both relaxed into their seats, Azzi couldn’t help but glance around, taking in the cozy, yet upscale vibe of the place.

Paige smiled, catching Azzi’s gaze. "I thought you might like it."

Azzi looked at her, a soft smile on her face. "I do. This is...perfect."

Paige smiled back at her, not saying anything for a moment as they simply shared a look. Paige held her gaze, her eyes soft, before she finally said, “Good.”

“How’d you find it?”

Paige leaned back slightly in her seat, folding her hands in front of her. “Arike told me about it, maybe like my second year on the team. She got all the best spots.”

Azzi hummed thoughtfully, nodding as she took in this new bit of information.

Before Azzi could respond, the waiter approached their table with a friendly smile.

Paige turned her attention to Azzi. “You prefer sweet, right?” she asked, as if it were a casual question, though she clearly already knew the answer.

Azzi nodded. Paige glanced at the menu for a brief moment before making a decision.

“I think she’ll like the frozen blue moscato margarita,” Paige said, looking at the waiter. “And can I just have a sazerac?”

The waiter smiled at Paige’s confidence. “Of course. I’ll get those right out.”

As the waiter walked away, Paige turned back toward Azzi, only to find her already watching her, her expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. Paige huffed out a small laugh, leaning back in her seat.

“What?” Paige asked, raising an eyebrow.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “How’d you know I like sweet cocktails?”

Paige shrugged, her small smile crowing. “You mentioned it on the phone one day I think.”

Azzi quirked an eyebrow, as if considering whether or not to challenge Paige on the matter. Paige just shrugged again, nonchalantly. “What can I say? I pay attention.”

“Hm,” Azzi murmured, her lips curling up at the corners.

Paige shook her head with a laugh, not offering any immediate response. The two of them talked a little as they walked for their drinks, both of them deciding that they weren’t really in the mood for any food. A small time later the waiter set the glasses down in front of them. Azzi's margarita was a vibrant shade of blue, served with a rim of salt, while Paige's sazerac sat in front of her, the amber liquid catching the light.

Azzi took a sip and immediately her eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Wow, this is amazing,” she said, her voice filled with genuine surprise.

Paige smirked. “I knew you’d like it.”

They both settled into a comfortable silence for a moment. Azzi’s eyes drifted toward the live band, the gentle rhythm of jazz filling the air around them. Paige, on the other hand, kept her gaze on Azzi, her eyes observant, like she was trying to figure something out.

Finally, Paige broke the silence, her voice casual but with a hint of curiosity. “How are you single?”

Azzi blinked, momentarily thrown off guard, before she met Paige’s eyes. “What?”

Paige repeated herself. “How are you single?”

Azzi laughed at the question. “Have you seen the dating scene in Dallas?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as if the answer was obvious.

Paige chuckled, the corner of her lips curling into a smirk. “Fair point. It’s not exactly the best place.”

Azzi laughed again, nodding as she took another sip of her margarita. “But honestly? It’s a combination of a lot.” She pauses a moment to think before saying, “Most people didn’t understand my schedule. They hear that I have a private clinic and think I can just show up to work whenever I want or not go in at all.”

Paige nodded, listening fully, her eyes never leaving Azzi’s as she leaned back in her seat, her arm casually thrown over the back of the booth. “That’s crazy. If anything I’d expect you to work more than the average 9-5 most days.”

Azzi’s expression softened slightly as she continued. “Yeah. I have to know these people’s bodies better than they do. That takes time. It’s not just a job I can pick up and drop whenever I feel like it. Taking on a new client is a huge commitment.”

Paige hummed in understanding, her gaze softening as she took in Azzi’s words. “I get that. It’s definitely a big part of who you are, so I’m sorry it’s been a struggle finding someone who understands that.”

Azzi nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “But, it’s not just the work. Money’s been a big thing too, unfortunately.” She paused for a beat, once again gathering her thoughts. “I don’t mind making more than who I’m seeing, but a lot of times, me making more led to them not wanting to make decisions or to not step on my toes. Which led to me being the more dominant one, and that’s just not my preference.”

Paige hummed thoughtfully, taking another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Azzi as she talked. “I feel you,” she said softly.

Azzi raised an eyebrow, her gaze curious as she turned to Paige. “Do you?”

Paige gave a little shrug, a small smirk curling on her lips. “I mean, I’ve just noticed that you have more of a feminine energy so I’m not surprised at that being a deal breaker if you have to step outside of it.”

Azzi’s gaze softened as she took a moment before answering. “You make it happen naturally,” she said, honestly. “You have this natural masculine energy. And besides that, you naturally lead. It makes it easy to just be at ease and let you be in control. I don’t have to worry about anything.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, a slight grin tugging at her lips. “How so?”

Azzi glanced down at her drink for a moment, then back up at Paige with a slight tilt of her head. “Well, it’s not just the way you carry yourself, it’s the way you make decisions, the way you’re comfortable in your skin.” Azzi let out a soft sigh, her eyes softening. “It’s...kind of magnetic, actually.”

Paige smirked, as she licked her lips, clearly intrigued by Azzi's words. “I like that.”

Azzi’s eyes flashed with a mix of playfulness as she took a slow sip of her drink, savoring the taste before lowering the glass. Her voice became low and almost suggestive as she tilted her head, watching Paige carefully. “You like what?”

The way Azzi said it caught Paige off guard. It was different…flirtatious. A slight shift in the air, like the conversation had crossed an unspoken line. Paige froze for a second, blinking, a bit surprised.

Paige adjusted in the booth slightly, leaning in just a little closer as she met Azzi's gaze. Her voice dropped. “There’s a lot I like about you, Azzi.”

The way Paige said it made Azzi’s breath hitch in her chest. She knew Paige would match her energy but she wasn’t prepared when she felt her heart flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in...a long time.

Her eyes dropped as she reached for her drink again, trying to hide the small, shy smile that crept onto her lips.

Paige noticed. And it made her smile too— that soft, amused smile she always seemed to give Azzi when she caught her slipping.

“What?” Azzi asked, feeling Paige's eyes still on her.

Paige shook her head. “Nothing. You’re just cute when you act all shy like that.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop the smile that was still on her face. “I’m not shy.”

Paige smirked, leaning back against the booth, her arm stretched along the back as her eyes lazily traced over Azzi. “Mhm. Sure you’re not.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes slightly, biting back a smile as she tilted her head toward Paige. “Are you seeing anyone else?”

Paige’s smirk softened into a smile as she shook her head. “No.” Her gaze lingered on Azzi as she asked, “You?”

Azzi shook her head. “No.”

Paige hummed at her response, letting the moment settle between them.

Azzi watched her for a moment before asking, “Why not?”

Paige let out a soft chuckle, running her tongue over her bottom lip as she glanced down briefly. “Never really had plans to be in the dating scene in the first place.”

Azzi raised a brow. “So...what do you call this?”

Paige’s eyes flicked back up to meet hers, her smile growing a little wider. “We’re dating,” she said simply. “I’m just saying I’m not interested in dating anyone else.”

Azzi felt her chest tighten at the words, her eyes lingering on Paige a little longer than she meant to.

“Why is that?” Azzi asked softly.

Paige held her gaze for a moment before exhaling. “You want the laundry list... or the short text version?”

“Whichever you prefer,” Azzi replied simply.

Paige chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “I haven't dated in like... a year and a half, honestly.” She paused for a second, as she thought about how she was going to explain. “After I got sole custody of Lukas early on, I didn’t even think about dating for that first year. I tried again when he was probably around 18 months—mostly because my friends wouldn’t stop bugging me about it. And.. it was,” Paige let out a laugh, “I don’t even know.”

Azzi smiled, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned into the conversation. “What do you mean?”

Paige shook her head. “A lot of gold diggers... a lot of crazy folks.”

Azzi laughed at that, shaking her head. “Dallas is full of them.”

Paige smiled at her reaction but then exhaled, her tone softening. “But honestly...having Lukas just made it harder. I didn’t want to bring just anybody around him. And with my schedule...a lot of people thought they’d get whatever free time I had. They’d get offended when I wouldn’t let them meet him. Shit like that.”

Azzi nodded slowly, taking in her words. “That makes sense. You're protecting him.”

“Yeah,” Paige said simply. She leaned back a little, fingers running over the edge of her glass. “It’s not really just about finding someone I’m interested in or attracted to. I gotta be okay with them being around him.”

Azzi hummed at that, mulling over her response before shifting gears. “Second question.”

Paige smiled, tilting her head slightly. “Go ahead.”

Azzi took a small sip of her drink before setting it back down. “What have you been doing since then?”

Paige chuckled. “I think you know the answer to that Azzi.”

Azzi gave a small shrug. “I was taught to hear things straight from the horse’s mouth.”

Paige let out a laugh at Azzi’s persistence. “I’ve slept around here and there.” She paused, swirling the last bit of her drink in the glass. “Mostly during the season, when I’m traveling, in hotels, and Lukas isn’t with me.”

Azzi hummed at this, her expression unreadable.

“I can tell you have questions.”

Azzi tilted her head slightly, as she mulled over her words. “I just want to know the quantity.”

“I promise it’s not as much as you think.” She met Azzi’s gaze her lips still curved in amusement. “I’ve slept with maybe seven people in the last year.”

Azzi arched an eyebrow, nodding as she processed that answer. “Hm.”

Paige grinned. “That a good ‘hm’ or a bad ‘hm’?”

Azzi tilted her head side to side. “It’s more of a…‘that’s not the vibe you give off’ hm.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, her smile deepening. “And what vibe do I give off?”

Azzi, knowing they were both the type to prefer blunt honesty over sugar coating said, “That you used to sleep with a new girl every week.”

Paige didn’t even flinch. If anything, the accusation amused her. She exhaled a small laugh, tilting her glass slightly as she looked at Azzi. “I think that just means you think I’m charming. I actually think I remember you saying that last week.”

Azzi let out another soft hum, but this time, a smirk tugged at her lips. Her eyes held a glint as she took another sip of her drink before adding, “I’m surprised you haven’t made a move.”

Paige just grinned at that, her gaze steady on Azzi. Her voice was smooth as she said, “I’m respectful.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at Paige’s comment. “Alright, last question about other women I promise.”

Paige nodded, tilting her glass toward Azzi in a silent go-ahead.

Azzi studied her for a moment before asking, “Were you married to Lukas’s other mom?”

Paige let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Funny enough, no.”

That caught Azzi a little off guard. “Really?”

“Yeah. She refused to sign a prenup.”

Azzi’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. ���Oh.”

“Right,” Paige said knowingly, swirling the drink in her hand.

Azzi hesitated before asking, “So…how did Lukas come about?”

Paige leaned back, resting her arm along the back of the booth again. “I wanted a kid,” she said simply. “I was going through a lot and felt like something was missing in my life, and I’m a big family person.”

Azzi hesitated again, and before she could even voice her next question, Paige answered it for her. “We were planning on getting married before she gave birth, but she wouldn’t sign the prenup, which fucked shit up. She accused me of not trusting her and listening to my family over her and it pissed me off when I saw just how adamant she was about not signing it. Made me second guess a lot.” Paige exhaled, shaking her head slightly before continuing. “So maybe two months after she gave birth and realized she wasn’t gonna have full access to my money, the idea of having a newborn didn’t sound all that appealing I guess. One day my family and I went out with him, she said she was tired and wanted to stay back to rest. When I got back she was just gone and half my shit was gone with her. Few weeks later I got a letter in the mail saying she voluntarily relinquished her rights to Lukas and that was that.”

“Paige I—I’m so sorry.”

Paige just shrugged, seemingly completely unfazed by the whole thing now. “It is what it is.”

“Does he ask about her at all?”

Paige shook her head, her expression relaxed. “Nah. Like I said, she left when he was only a few months old.” She took another sip of her drink before setting it down with a soft laugh. “All that kid cares about is that his mom’s the best basketball player in the world in his mind and that everyone says we look just alike.” A fond smile crossed her lips as she added, “He points it out every time I call him funny looking.”

Azzi laughed, the warmth in her eyes clear as Paige talked. “He isn’t wrong.”

Paige groaned playfully. “Don’t tell him that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Azzi smiled at her, the sincerity in her voice evident as she said, “You’ve done a great job with him.”

The words caught Paige off guard, touching something deep within her chest. She glanced down for a moment, a small smile forming as she tried to hide the faint redness creeping onto her cheeks. “Thank you,” she murmured.

Azzi, noticing the slight flush, grinned as she angled her head to get a better look. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. “There’s no way you just blushed.”

Paige rolled her eyes, shaking her head, but the smile stayed on her lips. “Shut up.”

There’s a small silence before Paige looks up saying, “You?”

Azzi looks confused so Paige adds “What you been doing if not dating?”

Azzi’s laugh was soft as she leaned back slightly. “Nothing. I don’t just sleep with people if I don’t see it going somewhere..”

Paige wasn’t surprised. She had already gotten the sense that Azzi was intentional about most things in her life, and this area would be no different.

Azzi continued, wanting to give an explanation. “I think the kind of intimacy you have when it comes to sex and who you have it with has a lot of implications—for your psyche, your emotional state, just your overall well-being. So, I’m particular, to say the least.”

Paige nodded in understanding. “I get that.”

Azzi raised a brow. “You do?”

Paige hummed in confirmation, taking a sip of her drink.

Azzi studied her for a moment before pressing further. “So if I didn’t want to sleep with you for a few months, you’d be perfectly fine with that?”

Paige’s fingers twitched slightly against her glass, a reaction Azzi didn’t miss.

Still, Paige smirked, keeping her composure. “Yup. Sure would.”

Azzi leaned in, lowering her voice to a whisper, her breath warm near Paige’s ear. “I have a hard time believing that.”

Paige’s jaw tightened just slightly, her smirk faltering for only a second before she recovered. She exhaled a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “You’re a tease,” she murmured.

Azzi didn’t move back. If anything, she leaned in just a fraction closer, the air between them thinning. “I seem like a tease?”

Paige didn’t turn to look at her. Instead, she kept her gaze forward, taking another long sip of her drink. “Mhm,” she hummed, casual, like this wasn’t affecting her in the slightest.

Azzi, of course, saw right through that.

With an almost lazy elegance, she reached out and brushed an invisible speck of lint from Paige’s sleeve, the touch light—barely there—but enough to make Paige’s fingers twitch again against her glass again. Azzi smiled to herself.

“I think you’re a little off there,” she murmured. Azzi let her fingers trail just a little longer than necessary before pulling back, picking up her drink again. “I’m not a tease, Paige.”

Paige let out a slow breath, finally turning to face her, one brow raised in skepticism. “No?”

Azzi tilted her head, eyes flickering to Paige’s lips before meeting her gaze again. “No,” she confirmed.

Paige smiled at Azzi and shook her head just a little as she finished off her drink. Then, rising gracefully from the booth, she extended her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Azzi accepted Paige’s hand, and with a gentle tug, Paige effortlessly pulled her up.

Azzi let herself be pulled up, the warmth of Paige’s hand firm against hers. The slight tug brought her just a little closer than expected, her body brushing against Paige’s for the briefest moment before they settled into place. Paige’s arm wrapped around her waist and Azzi let her own hand rest lightly on the back of Paige’s neck, fingers grazing the soft hair at her nape.

Their other hands remained joined, held slightly off to the side as they began to sway in time with the smooth jazz playing in the background.

Paige’s touch was steady, as she effortlessly led without force, and Azzi followed easily. It was natural—like they had danced together a hundred times before. Paige’s thumb brushed over the back of Azzi’s hand absentmindedly, and Azzi smiled, her eyes flicking up to meet Paige’s.

“You dance like you do everything else,” Azzi murmured, voice just loud enough for Paige to hear.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Azzi’s smile grew, her fingers trailing just slightly at the back of Paige’s neck. “Confident. In control.” She tilted her head slightly. “Intentional.”

Paige smirked at this. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Azzi leaned her head down to rest on Paige’s shoulder, and Paige could feel the small smile that Azzi tried to hide. “It’s not,” Azzi murmured, her fingers tracing absent patterns at the nape of Paige’s neck.

They swayed in comfortable silence, the soft jazz wrapping around them, the world outside their little bubble fading into the background.

Eventually, Azzi shifted slightly, tilting her head to rest fully against Paige’s shoulder, her breath warm against Paige’s collarbone. “This is nice,” she whispered.

Paige’s hold on her tightened slightly, her thumb brushing slow circles against Azzi’s back. “Yeah?” she murmured, glancing down at her.

Azzi hummed in confirmation, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment as she let herself fall into a calm that she hadn’t felt all day.

Neither of them knew how long they stayed like that, just swaying to the music, lost in their respective thoughts. The warmth between them, the slow rhythm of their movements—it all felt so natural, so easy.

Eventually, Azzi shifted, pulling back slightly to look at Paige.

Paige met her gaze. “Wassup?”

Azzi hesitated for just a second, searching Paige’s face before speaking. “Do you wanna go back to mine?”

Paige’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I’d like that.”

Azzi nodded and without another word, Paige pulled a few bills from her wallet and tossed them on the table before reaching for Azzi’s hand and the two of them made their way toward the elevator.

Once the valet pulled up with Paige's car, like clockwork, Paige stepped forward and opened the passenger door for Azzi.

Azzi slid into the seat offering a quiet, “Thank you,” before settling in. Paige shut the door behind her before making her way to the driver’s side.

When she got in, she noticed Azzi messing with the cord. Paige raised an eyebrow as she fastened her seatbelt. “What are you doing?”

“I’m putting on music.”

Paige scoffed. “You’re putting on music? In my car?”

Azzi didn’t even look up from her phone. “Yes.”

Paige couldn't help but smile. “You know how I feel about music.”

“I’m aware.” Azzi continued scrolling through her playlist before finally selecting one.

Paige sighed, shaking her head as she pulled away from the curb. “Better not be trash.”

The drive to Azzi’s house was quiet, the only sounds filling the car being the music Azzi had chosen. Paige, surprisingly, didn’t complain about a single song, which Azzi took note of with a small, satisfied smile.

When they pulled up to Azzi’s house, rain was still coming down steadily. So Azzi tapped the button to open the garage, allowing Paige to pull in next to her car.

As soon as Paige shut off the engine and caught sight of Azzi’s car, her eyes widened. She turned to Azzi with a look of pure offense. “It’s a crime that you never drive this.”

Azzi let out a laugh, unbothered. “Maybe you can drive me around in it since you like it so much.”

Paige smirked at this, her gaze lingering on Azzi for just a second longer before she unbuckled her seatbelt. “I might just take you up on that.”

Azzi only shook her head before leading the way inside, Paige following closely behind.

As they walked into Azzi’s place, the soft click of the lights flicking on illuminated the interior. Paige took a moment to scan the large space, taking in the unfamiliar setting. She turned to Azzi, offering a smile. “It’s nice,” she said, genuinely impressed.

Azzi gave a small, nod. “Thanks,” she replied, walking toward the kitchen with ease, her movements fluid and comfortable in her space. She began browsing through the wine selection, taking a moment to consider. After a second, she picked one and turned it toward Paige, silently asking for her opinion.

Paige glanced at the label, her gaze briefly lingering on it before nodding. “Yeah, that looks good.”

Azzi then walked over to her cabinet, opening it to pull out two wine glasses. Paige, following closely behind, made her way into the living room with her. The air between them felt lighter now, less charged.

As they settled onto Azzi’s couch, Paige reached for the bottle, pouring wine into both of their glasses. Azzi, meanwhile, grabbed the remote, aimlessly flipping through options.

"So," Azzi started, glancing at Paige, "what are you watching these days?"

Paige let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "If it’s not basketball or some obnoxious toddler show like bluey, I don’t watch TV."

Azzi laughed and nodded in understanding before turning back to the screen. "Well, what do you wanna watch now?"

Paige leaned back into the couch. "Just put on whatever you’ve been watching."

Azzi hesitated before laughing softly. "I don’t really watch anything either."

Paige turned her head to look at her. "So we both just sit around with the TV on for no reason?"

Azzi lifting her wine glass. "Apparently." She took a small sip before adding, "So what now?"

Paige shrugged, stretching her arm over the back of the couch. The motion was casual, but Azzi still took note of how close Paige's hand was behind her. She glanced at it briefly before taking a long sip of her wine.

Azzi decided to bypass the TV altogether, using the Apple TV remote to play some music in the background instead. The soft hum of a familiar R&B track filled the room, settling into the space between them.

Paige took a sip of her wine before glancing at Azzi. "So you wanna tell me about work now?"

Azzi leaned back against the couch, tucking one leg beneath her as she swirled her glass. "It wasn’t bad. A couple of my regular clients are making progress, which is always nice to see. And I’m starting new programs for some of them, tailoring things a little differently this time."

Paige nodded, her attention locked on Azzi in that way that always made Azzi feel seen. "That’s wassup. Tell me about some of em?"

Azzi went on, explaining a bit about her clients—what they needed, what adjustments she was making. It wasn’t anything overly exciting, just the kind of day-to-day she never really thought twice about. But with Paige, it felt different. Maybe it was the way Paige unmistakably listened, fully engaged, or the way she chimed in at just the right moments, adding to the conversation instead of just filling space. Whatever it was, every time it happened it sent warmth spreading through Azzi, settling deep in her chest.

Paige was mid-question, asking Azzi about the mental aspect of recovery, when she noticed the way Azzi was looking at her. Her words trailed off as she caught the intensity in Azzi’s gaze, her brown eyes studying Paige like she was seeing something she hadn’t fully processed before.

Paige tilted her head slightly. "Wassup?"

Azzi swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly around her wine glass. "Nothing," she murmured.

Paige raised an eyebrow. "Nah, wassup?"

Azzi shook her head, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at her lips as she looked down for a second before meeting Paige’s eyes again. She exhaled, as if weighing whether to say it out loud.

"It’s just…" Azzi started, her voice quieter than before. "Intelligence. The way you actually listen, not just hear, but really listen—ask the right questions, care about what I do. It’s just…really attractive."

Paige blinked, caught off guard for a second, before a slow, smirk spread across her lips. "Yeah?"

Azzi huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head as she took another sip of her wine. "Yeah."

Paige studied her for a moment before she said, “I think everything you do is attractive.”

Azzi arched a brow. “Yeah?”

Paige hummed in confirmation, shifting just a little in her seat, her arm still stretched over the back of the couch. "The way you talk, the way you move, the way you stare at me like you're doing right now…”

“And here I was thinking you liked me for my mind.”

Paige grinned, tilting her head. “I do. But the rest of you is pretty distracting.”

Azzi bit her lip, pretending to consider this. “So what I’m hearing is I’m the whole package?”

Paige scoffed. “That’s what I been tryna to tell you for like two weeks.”

Azzi exhaled a quiet laugh. The music played on in the background, blending seamlessly into the moment as she let her body lean just slightly toward Paige, closing a bit of the space between them.

Their conversation had flowed effortlessly through the night, carrying them through topics ranging from lighthearted to deep. Now, with the empty wine bottle resting on the table, they had unconsciously shifted closer—Azzi’s legs still tucked beneath her, and Paige sat in a relaxed sprawl, her arm slung over the back of the couch behind Azzi.

Azzi absentmindedly played with the short hairs at the nape of Paige’s neck, and Paige, instead of pulling away, let her.

“I gotta ask,” Azzi said suddenly. “How do you function with your sleep schedule? Or, like…lack of one.”

Paige scoffed. “Whatchu you mean?”

“I mean, I’ll text you at 11 p.m. if I had a late day at the office and you’re awake. Then I’ll wake up at 5 a.m. for my workout, and you’re still awake.”

Paige smiled. “Maybe I just like to be available for you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. “Or maybe you’re just terrible at taking care of yourself.”

Paige feigning offense. “Wow. You really know how to flatter a girl.”

Azzi laughed. “I’m just saying. Do you ever sleep?”

“Of course,” Paige said smoothly. “Just…not at normal hours.”

Azzi squinted at her. “So, when exactly?”

Paige shrugged, looking unbothered. “Whenever I crash.”

Azzi sighed dramatically. “You’re a lost cause.”

Paige smirked. “Nah, maybe I just need a little guidance.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. “What kind of guidance?”

Paige’s smirk deepened. “The kind that only a private sports physician can give me.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, immediately catching onto what Paige was doing. “Well, I do have a few associates I could refer you to if you’re interested .”

Paige shifted a little closer, her voice lower now. “M’not interested in hearing from them.”

Azzi’s eyes flickered to Paige’s lips before returning to her gaze. “Oh? And why’s that?”

Paige’s fingers lightly traced Azzis shoulder as she leaned in just a little more. “Cause I prefer a more…hands-on approach.”

Azzi let her fingers ghost along the back of Paige’s neck again. “Lucky for you, I specialize in hands-on treatment.”

Paige licked her lips, her gaze locked onto Azzi’s. “Yeah? How’s your patient satisfaction rating?”

Azzi smirked, matching Paige’s energy. “Off the charts.”

Paige’s whispered. “Guess I’ll have to see for myself.”

Azzi hummed. “You sure you can handle it?”

Paige inched even closer, their noses nearly brushing. “You’d be surprised at what I can handle.”

Azzi’s breath hitched slightly, her fingers pausing for a second before resuming their movements at the back of Paige’s neck. “I don’t know…I wouldn’t want you overexerting yourself.”

Paige let out a soft chuckle. “I think I’ll be just fine.”

Azzi’s voice was barely above a whisper now, her lips dangerously close to Paige’s. “Mmm. Guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Paige swallowed, her voice barely audible as she whispered, “I’m tryna kiss you. That’s ok with you?”

Azzi instinctively licked her lips before whispering, “Go ahead.”

In the next second, Paige closed the distance, her lips pressing softly against Azzi’s. The kiss started slow. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the two of them, exploring the unfamiliar territory between them.

Azzi’s hand slid up to cup Paige’s jaw, her thumb brushing over her cheek as she leaned in further. Paige’s fingers ghosted over Azzi’s waist before settling there, pulling her just a little closer.

Paige’s grip on Azzi’s waist tightened just slightly as she pressed in, deepening the kiss. Azzi sighed softly against her lips, her fingers threading into the hair at the nape of Paige’s neck, anchoring her there.

The shift in intensity was gradual, a natural progression from gentle exploration to something more certain. Paige’s hand moved up, fingertips tracing the curve of Azzi’s spine before settling between her shoulder blades. Azzi melted into her touch, her own body instinctively responding as she leaned further into Paige, matching her pace.

The music playing in the background faded into nothing, their focus locked solely on each other. Paige tilted her head, deepening the kiss, savoring the warmth of Azzi’s lips. Azzi responded in kind, her breathing slightly heavier now.

Paige tried to tug Azzi toward her and barely had time to register the shift before she was being pulled down by Azzi, their lips never breaking apart. A quiet hum of surprise left her, quickly swallowed by Azzi as she tightened her arms around Paige’s shoulders, keeping her close.

With this new position, Paige braced herself with one hand against the couch while the other settled against Azzi’s waist again, her thumb brushing against the bare skin exposed between her shirt and pants. The kiss deepened naturally again, the slow exploration giving way to something more urgent.

Azzi sighed into Paige’s mouth, fingers threading deeper into her hair, nails scratching lightly against her scalp. The small sound sent a rush through Paige, her body instinctively pressing further into Azzi’s, closing any remaining space between them. The warmth of Azzi beneath her, the way she moved with her—it was intoxicating.

Neither of them realized how much time passed, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of each other. Their lips moved in sync, tongues, exploring—learning. Paige felt like she could kiss Azzi forever, and from the way Azzi kept pulling her closer, she figured the feeling was mutual.

Eventually, Paige’s lips began to wander, trailing soft, wet kisses down Azzi’s jaw and onto her neck. She felt the way Azzi’s breath hitched, how her fingers tightened their grip in Paige’s hair. Encouraged, Paige continued, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the warm skin, reveling in the little sighs Azzi let slip. She her lips and tongue map out every inch of Azzi’s neck, trailing lower to the parts of her chest that were exposed. She felt the way Azzi shivered beneath her, the way her breathing grew uneven with every kiss. Paige smirked against her skin, pressing one more lingering kiss just above her collarbone before her fingers toyed with the hem of Azzi’s shirt.

She tugged at it gently, a silent question passing between them. But instead of lifting her arms, Azzi grabbed Paige’s jaw and pulled her back up, reconnecting their lips. Paige got the message. She didn’t question it . Instead, she melted right back into the kiss, letting Azzi set the pace.

Azzi pulled back just slightly, her breath warm against Paige’s lips as she whispered, “Is just this okay with you?”

Paige gazed down at her, eyes soft. She smiled, brushing her thumb gently over Azzi’s cheek. “Of course,” she whispered, her voice filled with reassurance.

Azzi nodded before she guided Paige back down, their lips finding each other again, sinking back into the moment.

Once again, they stayed with their lips lost in one another, time slipping away as if it didn’t exist. Their breathing was heavy, blending into the soft music playing in the background, neither of them in a rush to pull away.

Eventually after who knows how long, Paige let out a light laugh against Azzi’s lips before resting her forehead against Azzi’s chest.

Azzi, still catching her own breath, looked down at her. “What?” she asked, amusement flickering in her tone.

Paige shook her head, her voice slightly muffled as she spoke. “I gotta stop or Imma die.”

Azzi let out a full laugh this time, her fingers absentmindedly playing with a few strands of Paige’s hair. “You’re dramatic.”

Paige finally lifted her head, her eyes still dark with lingering desire but now tinged with something softer. “M’for real,” she murmured.

Azzi rolled her eyes, still grinning. “Whatever you say.”

Paige let out a low chuckle, reaching up to gently push a stray strand of hair out of Azzi’s face. Her fingers lingered for a moment, tucking it behind Azzi’s ear before she murmured, “You’re gorgeous you know what?”

Azzi immediately looked away, mumbling, “Stop.”

Paige’s smile grew. “Why?”

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head before admitting, “Because every time you open your mouth, it gets harder to keep on my pants.”

Paige smirked, her fingers lightly tracing Azzi’s arm. “I tend to have that effect.”

Azzi let out a laugh, rolling her eyes as she playfully shoved Paige off of her. Paige let herself fall back against the couch with an exaggerated grunt, grinning up at Azzi as she stood.

“You’re ridiculous,” Azzi said, running a hand through her hair as she tried to shake off the heat Paige had stirred in her.

Paige propped herself up on her elbows, smirk still intact. “Ridiculously charming, ridiculously good-looking…list goes on.”

“Ridiculously cocky.”

Paige winked. “You like it.”

Azzi shook her head but couldn’t fight the smile on her lips. “I need a second,” she muttered, turning toward the kitchen.

Paige sat up fully, watching her go with amusement. “Need to cool off, huh?”

Azzi shot her a look over her shoulder. “No thanks to you.”

Paige bit her lip, laughing. “I meann, I could help with that if you let me.”

Azzi pointed at her. “Sit there. Be quiet. Don’t move.”

Paige held her hands up in surrender but still grinned. Two seconds later even though Azzi told her to stay still Paige gets up and follows Azzi into her kitchen

Azzi handed Paige a cup of water, watching as she took a sip before leaning against the counter. “I thought I told you not to move,” Azzi said, crossing her arms.

Paige shrugged, setting the cup down. “I’ve never been someone who listens.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to realize that.”

Paige smirked. “Besides, if I stayed put, I wouldn’t be able to keep bothering you.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, so that’s the goal?”

Paige tilted her head side to side. “Eh one of em.”

Azzi filled a cup of water for herself and took a sip, watching as Paige’s smirk lingered. “You’re way too happy with yourself.”

Paige leaned in slightly. “Can you blame me?”

Azzi scoffed. “I really should.”

They stood there for a moment, the playful energy between them settling into something softer. Paige glanced at the time on the microwave and sighed. “I should probably get home.”

Azzi pressed her lips together, nodding. “Yeah…probably.”

But neither of them moved, both hesitating trying to stretch the night just a little longer.

Paige smirked as she tugged Azzi closer, their bodies pressing together as she leaned back against the counter and pulled her into a kiss. The kiss was slower this time, unrushed but still filled with the energy that had been building between them all night. Paige’s hands slid up the sides of Azzi’s shirt, her fingertips grazing the skin before she tilted her head and bit down lightly on Azzi’s bottom lip.

Azzi moaned softly at this, a sudden rush of heat pooling low in her stomach. But just as quickly as the feeling overwhelmed her, she snapped herself out of it, pulling back abruptly.

“Nope,” Azzi said, shaking her head as she stepped away. “Get out.”

Paige blinked, still leaning against the counter, her lips slightly parted. “What?”

Azzi pointed toward the door. “Out. Now.”

A slow grin spread across Paige’s face as she straightened up. “Did I just—”

“Out.” Azzi repeated, her voice firm, but the way she avoided Paige’s gaze only made her more amused.

Paige chuckled, grabbing her keys off the counter. “Alright, alright. I’m going.” She started toward the garage door but paused, glancing over her shoulder. “For the record, I still think you could show me around. You know lemme see your room and allat.”

Azzi scoffed, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen island. “I’m good.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. “You gonna at least come say bye?”

Azzi exhaled, resisting the urge to roll her eyes into the back of her head. Still, she pushed off the counter and walked over, allowing herself to be pulled into a hug. Paige’s arms wrapped around her tightly, lingering just enough to make Azzi’s feel warm before she pulled back slightly.

“Text me when you make it home,” Azzi murmured.

“I will,” Paige promised.

They shared a quiet look before murmuring soft goodnights. Paige finally stepped out, heading to her car as Azzi trailed behind, opening the garage for her. As Paige backed out she shot Azzi a wink before driving off.

Azzi shook her head, fighting a smile as she pressed the button to shut the garage.

She let out a slow breath as she closed the door, leaning against it for a moment before pushing off and making her way back into the kitchen. She braced her hands against the counter, her thoughts still swirling—Paige’s touch, her teasing smirk, the way her lips felt, the heat still lingering in Azzi’s stomach. Most of all how Paige made her feel. Like her presence was something Azzi had been missing her entire life.

With a sigh, she ran a hand down her face, shaking the thoughts away as best she could. She reached up, gathering her hair into a messy bun before turning off the music and lights. The house felt quieter now, too still compared to the energy Paige had left behind.

Exhaling, Azzi made her way upstairs, ready to put some space between herself and the thoughts Paige had stirred up—though she already knew they’d follow her to bed.

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — jay + f!reader

WARNINGS — shibari (ropes + being tied up), hints of bdsm; temperature play, daddy kink, praising/degrading, same format as the other members.

WORDCOUNT — 0.7K

NOTE — jay is soooo ( ´ཀ` ) i’ll work on sunwon’s ver. sooner or later. also new post format lmk what u think ! also lmk if i need to add anything to warnings <3

This man definitely has a daddy kink, there’s no denying it. He absolutely loves it when you call him that, especially when you’re cockdrunk, moaning it over and over like it’s the only word you know.

“Fuck, yeah? Daddy’s making you feel good?” he growled, his thrusts slow and deliberate. “Let daddy know how good I make you feel, darling,” he added, his thumb brushing over your lips.

Blindfolds. Oh, he’d use them to his full advantage, leaving you guessing what toy he’s using on your pussy or what his next move will be. The anticipation alone drives you wild, making you even more sensitive.

“Wrong toy, baby,” he teased, turning the vibrator down to the lowest setting, making you whimper in frustration. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”

He loves watching how your body responds to him, taking every inch of him greedily. “So sensitive,” he groaned, pounding into you with firm, steady strokes. “Could’ve been anyone’s dick fucking you, but your pussy knows me too well—she’s just sucking me in so tightly,” he muttered, his hand gently caressing your cheek as you fell apart beneath him.

Shibari. He absolutely adores the art of tying you up, the way it showcases your trust in him, and the way the ropes frame your body. He has ropes in all kinds of colors, but his favorite is red—it contrasts beautifully against your skin. Whether you’re spread open on the bed with a vibrator snug against your clit or suspended on steel frames, he’ll take his time, using you to his heart’s content, knowing you can’t do anything but submit and take it.

“Stop squirming, baby, just take this cock,” he grunted, gripping your hips tightly as the ropes held you up. Your legs were spread wide, arms tied securely behind your back. “Pretty cunt taking me in so perfectly. You like it, don’t you? Admit it,” he teased, watching as you moaned, helpless and unable to do anything but nod.

“So fucking pretty for me,” he praised, his voice heavy with satisfaction as his eyes lingered on the vibrator relentlessly working your clit. You were a trembling mess, barely able to hold yourself up as the ropes supported your weight, every jolt of pleasure leaving you more undone than the last. “‘Ahh, no no no, too much,’” he mimicked, his smirk deepening as he mocked your desperate cries. “You’re so damn cute.”

And girl, call me crazy, but this man is definitely into wax play. Imagine continuing from the shibari scene: you’re tied up, fully exposed, and at his mercy, the faint heat of melted wax dripping onto your stomach, painting your skin in gorgeous patterns. A drop lands on your nipple, making you gasp, the slight sting only adding to the intoxicating sensation.

“Fuck, you’re twitching already?” he chuckled darkly, tilting the candle to let more wax drizzle across your stomach, watching as it trickled down, a few drops landing teasingly near your clit.

“Too hot?” he taunted, tilting his head as he watched your face contort with pleasure and slight discomfort. “That’s the whole point, princess. Just take it,” he murmured, dripping wax onto your sensitive nipples before thrusting into your immobilized form.

Not going to lie, he’s definitely the type to tug on your hair or even make you wear a leash. Whether it’s to pull you back into position while you’re on all fours or to guide you onto his cock, the possibilities are endless. He loves seeing you breathless, just the way he wants you—completely at his mercy.

“No, you stay right here, baby,” he commanded, gripping the leash tightly and giving it a firm tug, making you choke on his cock. His hand fisted in your hair as he thrust into your mouth, your lips slick with drool, dripping down your chin as your eyes watered.

“Pussy taking me so well, huh?” he growled, his hips snapping into yours with no mercy. “My cock’s all you can think about, right, honey?” Another tug on the leash pulled you back against his chest, your body arching as you moaned.

“C’mon, who’s making you feel this good?” he whispered against your ear, his voice low and commanding. “Daddy? That’s my good girl…” he praised, his hand slipping to caress your throat lightly, making your head spin in the best way possible.

TAGLIST — @kikidoul @rikiives @contyynishimura @aanniikkaa @lilmarsh-t @haerinshypegirl

[water-to-drink]

I’m Not That Innocent

(Pairing): Neuvilette x gn!reader

(Synopsis): Neuvilette feels immense guilt for having dirty thoughts about you thinking you as an innocent being, but you’re quick to prove him wrong

(Tags/Warnings): NSFW +18 MDNI, male masturbation, (y/n) used, “Monsieur” used a lot, not edited, bad smut, possible ooc Neuvilette, (if I miss anything lmk)

(Word Count): 1k

(A/n): Wrote this in one sitting when the embarrassment wasn’t there so…

Neuvilette is a man of many things, he’s the Iudex of Fontaine, he’s the hydro sovereign, and he’s a pervert

Of course he is, having dirty thoughts about a person as innocent as you. The person who smiles so brightly when he offers to go have lunch with you, the same person who thanks him profusely whenever he would buy you those limited cakes.

Anyone would be a degenerate to have such thoughts about a pure person like you, but here he is in his office at the dead of night furiously storking his cock

His mind plagued with images of you in the most lewd positions possible. You underneath the dragon as he pumps you full of his cum, and the one he’s imagining right now is you on your knees between his legs sucking on his dick. Oh how he wishes it was you sucking him off instead of him using his callous hand

In the throws of pleasure Neuvilette couldn’t keep his voice down, why would he? Everyone who is normally in the building is long gone by now so

“Ahh! Fuck, (Y/n). That’s it, keep going” Neuvilette moans out

To his horror he hears the door creak loudly

Whipping his head towards the direction of the noise. There you stood in the doorway, mouth wide open in shock

“W-wait! It’s not what it looks like!” Neuvilette tried to salvage whatever little respect you had for him

“Monsieur Neuvilette.” You said as you slowly walked towards the Iudex who still has his hard cock in his hand. “You imagined that it was me doing things to you?”

“Y-yes.” Neuvilette said as shame fills his entire being

Trying to hide his shame he covers himself but to his surprise you stop him. You kneeled in between his legs and took his member in your hands

“Were you imagining me stroking you like this?”

“Ahh! Yes!.” A shutter wrecks through the hydro dragon

You stroke the stiff cock with an expertise that shocks the Iudex, moving your hand up and down his staff and carefully pinching the tip. With hearts in your eyes you watched as the usually composed judge come undone in your hands. It didn’t take long for him to release in your hand

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you lick the cum clean off. All the while you kept eye contact with the man in front of you

“Please watch me, Monsieur.” You said as you pulled out a bottle of lube from your bag

Pulling your pants and underwear down and throwing them to the side you squeezed a good portion of lube on your fingers. Slowly you teased at your entrance and once you got a finger in you began to thrust your finger in and out

Gradually you added another finger

“Nngghhh! See me, Monsieur? This all for you! J-Ahhh! Just keep watching!” You moaned out as your fingers furiously pumped in and out of you with such fervor that the Iudex thought he he might be dreaming all of this. “Fuck, I’m close! I’m g-gonna cum, Monsieur!”

Your fingers kept moving until you reached your climax. Neuvilette watched as your cum dirtied his desk and the papers that he was supposed to be working on and as your legs twitching violently

“Are you going to stand there?” Your voice snaps him out of his trance. “C’mon, fuck me like you were imagining before I walked in.” You said as you spread your opening for white haired man

Without hesitation Neuvilette stands up from his chair and lined himself up to your entrance, he slowly pushed against your plush warm walls. He wiped away a few stray tears from your eyes when he was full sheathed in your walls

“You can move, Monsieur.” You whimpered. as he found purchase on your soft thighs he slowly began thrusting. “Go faster! I can take it!” You gasped out

“You little minx. I’ll go faster.”

Almost taking his member out he thrusted causing you to moan loudly. Fucking into you he moved his grip from your thighs to your plush ass and squeezed, not caring if he left little crescent dents in the fat of your ass

You wrapped your arms around Neuvilette’s shoulders as his hips snapped into yours. Your hands found their way to his long locks and tucked on them harshly. You brought his face towards your own and kissed him

Tongues fighting for dominance but the hydro sovereign wins. You separated for air and the moment you do Neuvilette tugs at your shirt, signaling for you to take it off

Quickly you discard the layers hiding your chest from him, once your perky nipples were out the Iudex latches his mouth onto them. Nipping and sucking on the nipple, but not forgetting to give the other attention he reaches and pinches the other nipple

Neuvilette felt your walls tighten around him, he picks up his thrust into a merciless pace. Your moans fills his office and possibly the hall outside as you get closer to your climax

“Monsieur, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out

“Go ahead, cum with me!” He instructed

The frantic thrusts become sloppy and soon you both reached your peak

The next day Neuvilette goes on his day wondering if what happened last night was just a figment of his imagination or real, nonetheless he continues on with his work until a knock on the door alerts him

It’s you as cheerful as ever, you happily walked towards him like nothing happened between the two of you. Maybe it was all in his head, the Iudex thought

“Monsieur Neuvilette!”

“Good morning, (y/n).” He greeted trying to ignore the blush creeping up his face

“Is something wrong?”

“No, just having a bit of a hot flash.” Neuvilette reached for a glass of water to drink in an attempt to cool himself down

“You weren’t thinking about last night?” You asked and the Iudex nearly choked on his drink. “You were~” You giggled “Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking of it too.” You lean in towards the hydro sovereign and pulled down your shirt to reveal a lacy bralette underneath. “We can do it again tonight~”

Dear Archons you’re going to be the death of him

[nelle-y]

A love story told through voicelines (Alhaitham ver.) I

C/W: alhaitham x gn!reader, not that slow of a burn, characters find the other annoying, reader is a teacher at the akademiya (Vahumana), they have history (iykyk), one nsfw innuendo, not proofread

Note: my humiliating attempt at writing Alhaitham’s smart ahh attitude >A< anw, lmk how you guys want this story to go! (comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated)

Part 2

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(You) About Alhaitham

Scribe Alhaitham? He’s… intelligent. That’s all I have to say.

(Alhaitham) About you

Hm.

(You) About Alhaitham: History I

He and I partnered up in a thesis which, thankfully, got approved by our professors. Working with him was challenging, to be honest. Every idea I had, he’d shut it down with some counter argument—“they’d never approve of that,” or “it has too many defects.” A conversation with him may as well be a debate! Frustrating and infuriating.

(Alhaitham) About you: History I

They are competent, I’ll admit that much. But their ideas? Flawed. Reckless. It’s as if they refuse to consider consequences before leaping into action. Every discussion turned into an exhausting debate—because, naturally, I had to be the one to explain why their half-formed theories wouldn’t hold up to scrutiny.

Really, for someone who specializes in history, you’d think they’d have learned from past mistakes. And yet, they persist.

(You) About Alhaitham: History II

Talking about this in my place of work is not really appropriate. … Fine! Yes, we were in… amorous congress. But it happened a long time ago—when we were still students. Just once. A drunken mistake, that’s all it was!

… Keep this between us, though. I love my job.

(Alhaitham) About you: History II

I’d rather this particular detail remain in the past where it belongs. It was years ago, an irrelevant event. I fail to see why anyone would find it worth discussing now.

Though, knowing them, they’d likely frame it as some dramatic mistake rather than what it was—an ill-advised but ultimately inconsequential decision. Either way, I don’t intend to entertain the conversation.

… You think I should drop by? Hm, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to evaluate their current methodology.

(You) About Alhaitham: Work

It’s inevitable that we cross paths—he’s the Akademiya’s Scribe, after all. I can handle brief interactions, but when he lingers, it’s… bothersome. Always with that unreadable expression, listening too intently to everything I say. I know he’s just waiting to poke holes in my arguments. Ugh. Some things never change.

(Alhaitham) About you: Work

They have an irritating tendency to be vague, as if I won’t immediately notice the gaps in their reasoning. Do they think that being imprecise will make me less inclined to argue? If anything, it has the opposite effect.

I don’t intend to debate them at every opportunity, but when they make it so easy, I see no reason to hold back.

(You) About Alhaitham: Annoyance

Do you know how aggravating it is to give a lecture, only to see him sitting there in the back, arms crossed, silently judging every word that comes out of my mouth? He doesn’t even work in my Darshan! What is he doing there?! “It was on my way,” he says. “I had time to spare,” he says. Liar.

Having the Scribe in my classroom is distracting—both for me and my students. I’d appreciate it if he found a different way to pass the time. Preferably far away from my lectures.

(Alhaitham) About you: Observation

I fail to understand how they manage to get results. Their lectures lack structure, their methods are inconsistent, and yet… their students actually retain information. It goes against all logic.

Still, I suppose there’s something to be said about efficacy, no matter how unorthodox. Not that I’ll be admitting that to them. They’re insufferable enough as it is.

(You) About Alhaitham: A Final Thought

I swear, he only comes to my lectures to irritate me. He just sits there, arms crossed, waiting for me to say something he can nitpick. It’s distracting. The other day, I caught myself scanning the room to see if he was there before I even started teaching. Ridiculous.

…No, that doesn’t mean anything! It’s just easier to prepare for battle when you know the enemy is near!

(Alhaitham) About you: A Final Thought

They’ve developed an odd habit of pausing mid-lecture, glancing toward the back of the room—toward me. If I were to be charitable, I’d say they’re checking whether I have any objections.

But that would imply they value my opinion. Which, of course, is absurd.

(Your student) About you and the Scribe

… So, uh. Are those two dating or something?

[allthesmutl0vers]

Hi! I have a request if you accept.

George and the reader have been dating (sort of secretly) for a while now. The reader is someone who falls outside the typical, generic Slytherin image. She is kind and calm (well, mostly). Until some of her rude bully friends started messing with George, his family and this 'blood traitor' thing about the Weasley name. This is a definite turning point. The reader definitely proves to everyone that she is truly a Slytherin. She shows her scary and cruel side to those who deserve it. From now on, no one will mess with the ones she loves, she can do anything for the guy she loves. Possessive and protective. George's jaw drops... and after all this they may need to find some privacy.

Oo! I love this idea!!😃 Thank you so much for sending it to me 💗Let me see what I can do. Sorry this took me a day to get to, love.

MDNI, NSFW, 18+.

Requests: OPEN

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Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. 🫶

Pairing: George Weasley x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,959

Summary: Nobody in Slytherin could ever imagine being caught dead with someone from another house, let alone from Gryffindor. Nobody but you, at least. You've always kept to yourself, especially when it comes to your relationship with a certain Weasley twin. Everyone, including even your friends, wonders how you ended up in Slytherin. When those same friends go too far with their deplorable insults, you decide to show them exactly why you were sorted into Slytherin.

TW: Bullying, Name calling, Violence, Smut (P! in V! -You're on birth control), Oral (F! Receiving), Praise, Possessive!George, Protective!George, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Breeding adjacent?- Not sure about this last tw, lmk in the comments if that's what it is.

Song Inspo: Click here (River: Bishop Briggs)

"I'm just saying, this school has gone to the dogs," Pansy huffs. "I mean, seriously, how could Dumbledore think having a werewolf as a professor is a good idea?"

"It was last year, Pansy. Get over it," I mutter as I try to focus on my book. She's nice enough, but I swear to Merlin, she can never just sit in silence. And when she can't think of anything to talk about, she somehow finds a way to talk shit about someone else.

"Didn't peg you for a half-breed sympathizer," pansy quips, leaning back on her hands as we sit in the courtyard.

I roll my eyes, cursing myself for saying anything at all. Because now I'm sucked into a conversation I never wanted to be a part of. "I could say the same thing to you. Isn't your family currently harboring Greyback?" I ask with a raised brow over my book.

"Hush up about that, will you?" Pansy asks as she looks around the courtyard in a panic. "Nobody is supposed to know."

I do my best to ignore her, trying to go back to my book. But when I see George Weasley come into the courtyard with his twins and a band of Gryffindors, and a mix of the other two houses, I can't pull my eyes away.

I watch as he pulls something out of his pocket. It lights up like a sparkler, and he begins to toss it back and forth with Fred while the others around them 'oo' and 'ahh.' Probably the Whiz-Bangs he was telling me about in our last little rendezvous in the room of requirement, a new invention that they've been working on. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, biting the corner of his lower lip as he catches it again.

I smile back, wishing more than anything that I could just go up and be with him publicly. George has mentioned wanting to go public with our relationship, but being a Slytherin princess makes it a little more than difficult.

Going back generations, all of my family has been sorted into Slytherin. And although my parents are a little more progressive than most Slytherin alumni, they've made it clear how they feel about me dating outside of my house.

"Ugh, look them over there. Tossing around that garbage," Pansy huffs, annoyed.

Before I can say anything, she's already up and walking over with Daphne Greengrass. Shit. I stand up, too, and walk behind them as we approach the small circle that has started to form around Fred and George. "Hey!" Pansy shouts, shoving her way through.

Fred and George look between me and Pansy with confused looks and a knot of nerves forms deep in my stomach. "What do you want, Parkinson?" Fred bites back.

"Surprised you managed to slither your way out of the dungeon," George adds with a smirk.

Pansy crosses her arms over her chest with a huff. "How dare you talk to me like that," she spits at them with a venom-laced tone. "I'm just shocked you managed to actually make something. Aren't you failing nearly everything? What's up? Weasley's can't afford a tutor?" She quips.

My fists clench at my sides. It's not fair to blame the children for parents not making more money. Especially when they're the kindest people in the world. I watch George's jaw tick with annoyance. "Better than sucking dick to get a good grade. Or were you on your knees in front of Snape for another reason?" George fires back.

I purse my lips to keep myself from smiling. Nobody is supposed to know that except for me, but the look on Pansy's face makes it well worth telling George about.

Pansy's face turns bright red as everyone around us gasps and starts whispering among themselves. "Shut up," she seethes with anger. She turns to me, and I see her nostrils flare. She knows I had to be the one who told him. "How fucking dare you?" She spits at me. "You promised not to tell anyone. And you tell that filthy fucking blood traitor?!" She practically screams.

Something inside of me snaps, and I look over at George, who is already drawing his wand. I shake my head softly before turning back to Pansy. "Actually, he just guessed. You just outed yourself," I quip, taking a step closer to her. "And don't fucking talk about him like that," I snap at her.

"You're defending him?!" She gasps, pointing to George. "You're a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake. Have some fucking class," she says with disgust. "Talking with blood traitors," she shakes her head. "What would your parents say?"

Everyone around us falls silent. I've never talked this much. Most of these people have probably never heard me talk at all. "You're one to talk about class, Parkinson," I step closer to her. "Your family is so fucking inbred it's a miracle you're even able to write your name."

Pansy begins to shake with anger as she draws her wand, and I draw mine, too, holding it at my side. "You disgust me. The fact you can call yourself a Slytherin with that filthy mud-blood of a mother is beyond me," she snaps. "And defending a blood traitor to top it off?" She scoffs with disgust.

I grip my wand tight. "Say blood traitor one more time, and I'll remind you just how much of a Slytherin I am."

Pansy clenches her jaw before she opens her mouth. "Blood-"

"Flipendo!" I flick my wand, throwing Pansy back five feet and making her land on her ass. Everyone laughs, including Fred and George.

Pansy stands up in a hurry, brushing off her skit as she aims her wand at me. "Locomotor Wibbly!" she flicks her wand at me, casting the jelly-legs jinx.

George steps in front of me, dodging the jinx with a wave of his wand. "That's enough!" He yells, making everyone fall silent again. Fred and George don't yell in anger, so it catches everyone, myself included by surprise.

"I got it, Georgie," I say without looking at him as I move to stand in front of him. "Levicorpus!" I jinx Pansy, holding her up in the air by her ankles with a dangle of my wand. She screams, frantically trying to cover herself with her skirt. "Had enough?" I ask her with a bite in my tone.

"Let me down!" She screams as everyone points and laughs at her granny panties. Don't try to jinx someone on laundry day.

"That doesn't sound like an apology," I taunt with a smirk as I turn, waving my wand and Pansy over the fountain, holding her a few inches above the water.

"I'm sorry!" Pansy screams as I feel George put a hand possessively on my waist.

"Don't apologize to me," I taunt, leaning into George's touch. Fuck what anyone says.

Pansy looks at George and Fred, who moves to stand at George's side. "I'm sorry!" She cries with tears falling as she hangs upside down over the fountain.

I smirk and pull my wand back, breaking the invisible rope that holds her upside down and she falls into the fountain with a splash. I walk over to the fountain, leaning over the side. "Don't ever let me hear you say shit about any of them again. Got it?" I spit at her as she drips with water.

Pansy nods without a word, sniffling back her tears. I let out a deep breath and turn to see the large crowd that gathered as I dueled with Pansy. "Show's over," I tell them all as I walk up to George.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you," Fred jokes, running a hand through his red hair.

I huff a laugh. "You know what they say about the quiet ones," I smirk. "I couldn't let her stand there and talk shit about you guys or your family," I tell them both before turning to look up at George. "Let alone my boyfriend," I say softly, admitting what we are aloud for the first time.

George smiles wide and pulls me into his chest. "Finally ready to admit it, huh?" He chuckles, the vibration of it reverberating against my chest as I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Maybe," I shrug and smile looking up into his eyes.

George bites his lip and leans down to my ear, his breath sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as he speaks softly in my ear. "As much as I would love to show you off right now, I need you."

My thighs clench at his words as he pulls back to look into my eyes. "Room of requirement?" I tease.

"That or I take you right here, show everyone who you belong to. But better decide quick, angel."

I chuckle and roll my eyes. "Room of requirement it is."

George leads me through the castle with his hand wrapped tightly around mine, and for the first time, I don't mind giving people a glimpse into my personal life. All of the whispers about George Weasley being with a Slytherin girl roll right off of my back. They don't matter. All that matters right now is getting to where we're going and George blowing my back out.

The door to the room of requirement opens and we walk inside to see the usual lay it that it knows we need.

A bed along the wall, with the silkiest sheets I have ever felt in my life, a small bathroom to clean up in, and a table with a chair. Not really sex up for sex. It appears to be for a student who needs their own room for the night. But it's perfect for what we need it for.

George kisses me as he walks me backward to the bed. The back of my knees hit the bed, and he lifts me up by my thighs without missing a beat. George lays me back on the bed, my head landing on the pillow as he kneels between my thighs.

I moan as George kisses down my jaw, trailing kisses to the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck, nipping and sucking the tender skin as the blood beneath his lips rushes through my veins.

George props himself up with one arm as his free hand slides up my thigh, gripping it tightly right at the apex. "I've waited so long to make you mine," he groans as my hands work to unbutton his pants between us.

"I was already yours," I breathe as I get his pants undone.

George's fingers slide my panties to the side as he runs his fingers through my folds, landing on my clit and eliciting a moan to leave my lips. "But now everyone knows you belong to me," he moans softly as I pull his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and pump it in my hand.

"My parents are going to lose their fucking minds," I moan when he inserts two fingers inside of me as his thumb works my clit.

George smirks and leans down to press a kiss to my lips. "Then you can stay with me and mine," he says like a promise. "Let them lose it, I'll be your shield."

I flip us over so I'm straddling his hips, grinding myself down on him. "Careful, Georgie. Or else I might start to think you're in love with me," I tease as I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside.

George sits up, his chest flush with mine as I straddle him. He reaches around me, kissing my chest as he removes my bra. "Would that be such a bad thing, angel?" George teases as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to suck, nipping the sensitive peak with his teeth.

My head falls back as my fingers run through his hair, pulling him back, and he releases my nipple with a 'pop.' "Only if you don't mean it," I moan softly.

George groans with pleasure. He removes the rest of our clothes with a flick of his wand and impales me on his hard, waiting cock, making me gasp loudly. "Does it feel like I mean it?" He growls, his hand wrapping around to the back of my hair and pulling my head back.

I lift myself up and thrust back down on him, taking him deep inside of me. "Fuck, yes," I moan.

George grips my hip with a bruising force as he works me on top of him. "Then say it. Say you love me," he demands in a husky voice.

"I love you," I moan as he releases his grip on my hair just enough for me to meet his gaze. "Fuck, I love you, George."

George moans as his hand moves from my hair to the back of my neck, pulling me down with him as he lays back and thrusts his hips into mine. "God, I love you, too," he moans. "Such a good girl for me," he groans as his free hand lands on my ass with a hard smack.

I gasp and moan as the sting slowly melts into pleasure, and he does it again. "Yes, George," I pant as he thrusts up into me with a brutal pace.

George flips us, removing his cock from me and diving between my thighs. He throws my legs over his shoulders, and he holds my hips down, and his tongue lands on my clit. "Fuck!" I cry out as my hands grip his hair. "George!"

George uses his fingers to hold my folds apart, opening me up more for him, lapping at my clit with his whole tongue, and shaking his head, threatening to send me right over the edge. My legs clamp around his face, and he moans right onto my clit, adding vibration to top everything else off. The overstimulation is too much, and my fingers tug at his hair, desperate to be free and also not wanting him to stop what he's doing.

"G-G-George!" I cry out with a whimper as my legs start to shake around his head. "Please!"

George grips my thighs from underneath and pushes them up to my chest. "Don't interrupt my meal," he warns me with a dark gaze. "Now keep those fucking legs up."

I hold the metal bedframe above my head with a white-knuckled grip, and George keeps my legs pushed up to my chest. "You wanna cum, angel?" George teases me as he flicks my clit with an annoying soft touch with his tongue.

"Yes, George, please," I beg helplessly as my back arches.

"Then do it. Cum on my face like the good girl you are for me," he taunts before his tongue laps at my clit again. His words and his tongue send me over the edge. My toes curl, and my back and neck arch so far I'm scared they'll break, but I can't bring myself to care if they do.

After George rides me through my orgasm, he leans over me, lines himself up with my entrance, and thrusts into me harshly. "Fuck!" I moan loudly as he leans down to nip at my neck.

"You look so beautiful with my cock buried inside of you," he moans as he holds my thighs. "Think you can cum for me again, angel?"

I shake my head. "I- I can't," I moan pathetically, already feeling another one build. I grips his wrists as his hands hold my thighs up to my chest.

"Mm, I think you can," he teases. He knows I can. He does this every time. It's a game to us, I tell him I can't cum again, and he drags another one out of me. He punctuates with another hard thrust, and I swear I can feel him in my guts with the angle he's fucking me. "Hands on the bedframe," he demands.

I reach above my head, gripping the metal bedframe again. "Such a good girl for me," George moans as he pulls my legs up to rest on his shoulders and leans down, forcing me to take him deeper. "Want me to fill you up, angel?" He teases.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" I moan loudly as he fucks me hard.

"Beg for it," George says sternly, slowing his thrusts to a teasing pace.

I whimper underneath him, keeping my hands above my head. "Please, Georgie. Please fill me with your cum," I beg pathetically, the way he can make me.

"Fuck, I love hearing you beg," George moans as his thrusts quicken again, slamming into me harder.

The tether inside of me begins to fray, ready to snap once again. "George, I'm gonna cum again," I pant with a moan as my eyes roll back.

One of George's hands grips the back of my neck. "Me too, angel. Eyes up, baby," he demands as his thrusts begin to stagger.

My hands leave the bedframe, gripping his arms as he thrusts into me again, and our orgasms hit at the same time. The room a symphony of moans, pants, and a mix of each other's names. Once we ride out our highs, George lays down next to me on the bed, letting out a heavy breath as he pulls me to his side, my head resting on his shoulder. Fuck the last class of the day, and fuck whatever consequences that come from us not being careful as we snuck in here together.

And a big 'fuck you' to my parents if they have anything negative to say when they hear about my relationship. They can get fucked, because I know I will be.

[tubattutu]

I'm a soob girly but your "three blueberry scones" got me fantasizing real bad ugh! I love it smm! I wanted to request a fic where soob has breeding kink and corruption kink. (I'm really down bad for soob w breeding kink and corruption kink) I really love your fics! May your acc grows moree🫶🏼🫶🏼

i’m glad u enjoyed it !!! tysm for the love <3

warnings: breeding kink, some corruption kink-? (sorry i suck😭) pet names (good girl, bin), pregnancy kink, soobin wants reader pregnant REAL bad, slight messy sex, dry humping, clit play, squirting, hand kink if you squint, i think thats abt all lmk if i missed some !

a/n: i apologize for not being so active on tumblr :( exams are next month and i’m streeessssingggg and trying to prepare. i also have a trip this weekend so i may not be too active ! as always requests are open !!!

soobins breeding kink was bad. really bad. he’d always talk about how he wanted you two to have a baby, and occasionally he’d get certain small dreams about breeding you. you could tell what he was dreaming about by his small murmurs and whimpers as he slept.

sometimes he’d wrap his arms around your waist, his hands rubbing your soft tummy underneath your shirt, making circular motions as if you were actually pregnant. and despite soobin desperate to breed you, to have babies with you, you just couldn’t. neither of you could, honestly. especially with how busy the both of you were with work.

tonight was normal—until you both got into an argument. it wasn’t severe but it was clear you both pissed eachother off. when it was time for bed he lied next to you, both of you keeping distance from eachother. it was uncomfortably silent, annoyingly silent.

you could hear the sound of soobin shifting a bit to glance over at you, before your body then tenses up slightly as his chest pressed against your back, his arms wrapping around you. besides that, you could feel something hard nudge against your ass. this boy…

‘are you seriously hard right now?’ you ask, turning your head to look at him from the corner of your eye.

‘please..’ is all soobin could whine out, thrusting his hips into your ass, practically dry humping you at this point, his slender fingers sliding your sleep shorts and panties down already. ‘bin—its late-‘ you gasped lightly, though make no move to stop him.

soon you found yourself all fucked dumb on his cock, walls clenching around his fat cock that was slamming into you in quick, rapid and hard thrusts, his breathy whimpers and short gasps against your neck.

‘f-fuck.. gonna.. gonna cum.. please- please can i cum inside?’ he moans and whimpers, his grip on your hips getting tighter as he quickened his already fast pace.

‘bin—bin-!’ you cry out, soft sounds from both of your skins hitting against eachother echoing in the room along with both of your moans. ‘mmh- fuck.. such a good fucking girl.. gonna let me cum inside you, huh?’ he pants, the bed rocking slightly with each movement he made. all you could do was whimper in response, feeling the way your thighs trembled faintly from the overwhelming sensations.

‘a-ahh—shit-! fuck, m’ gonna come- gonna breed you.. get you pregnant with my babies..’ he moans deeply, his fingers snaking down your tummy to your pussy, his two slender fingers rubbing your clit quickly in circular motions. your jaw drops, legs shaking softly as a loud cry rips from your throat, squirting around his cock.

that triggered his own climax, a soft pornographic moan coming out of his mouth as he cums inside your womb, filling you up with his precious seed, thrusting deep inside a few times ensure his seed stayed inside you.

‘love you..’ he finally managed out after trying to catch his breath for probably about a couple minutes, pulling out gently and cuddling back up to you, not even attempting to put yours and his pants back on. when he didn’t hear a response from you, he lifted his head to look over at you, seeing you already passed out asleep. he smiled, nuzzling into your neck and soon falling asleep.

little did you know the two of you would have a surprise in a couple days..

[aeruia]

⌕. WIND BREAKER

⟳. I LIKE YOUR. . .

. . . doing the bird test theory on them which is pointing something weird about them !

character/s : umemiya hajime , sakura haruka , nirei akihiko , suo hayato , kiryu mitsuki , togame jo .

warning/s : none but if there’s one lmk

note : babe, wake up aeruia just posted! /j also thank yew for 100 followers >< i’m still thinking on what to do,, everytime i write reqs i feel like my writings don’t incline at the request 🙁

꒰ the request 𖦹 wbk masterlist 𖦹 masterlist ꒱

umemiya hajime — 127 words

you were visiting the rooftop which led to umemiya clinging into you like a koala. his arms wrapped around your shoulder. his face close to yours seeing his facial structure more, which made you notice the scar on his eyebrow.

lifting your hand up as you trace the scar with your index finger gently. “ i like your scar here.. it’s cute. ” you murmur enough for him to hear as he smiled. “ really? ” he said which caught you by surprise that he heard what you said well, obviously you made it loud enough for him to hear but you didn’t think he would listen. you nodded your head as you both stayed in your place for a while as you told him about how cool his scar looked.

sakura haruka — 105 words

people find his two toned hair weird and how his eyes are two different colors so he was surprised when you point it out and telling him how good it looks. “ ahh.. i don’t get why people don’t like your hair and eyes i mean look at you! you’re literally so pretty. ” you explained sighing as you watch him eat. sakura who’s still not used to compliments going his way, he thinks you're joking but when he looks at you all he can see was genuineness.

he blinked away, huffing before he muttered a thank you as you laughed before patting him on the head.

nirei akihiko — 104 words

he was writing and checking the contents of his notebook while you are sitting across with him. your chin resting in your palm as you admire him. “ you look so cute with your freckles. ” you said not even bother by the fact he can hear it and he won’t respond since he was too focused on writing.

nirei who was too focused on writing — stopped. he looked at you with wide eyes as he smiled. “ you really think so? hehe, thank you. ” he answered which made you blink before giving him a flying kiss which made his heart beat faster before continuing to write.

suo hayato — 108 words

“ your eyepatch, it really suits you! ” placing a paperbag on the table which made suo glance at it before glancing back at you with a smile. “ are you only realizing it now? ” he asks which made you shake your head.

he takes the paper bag off the table as he looks at what’s inside. “ i always see you with that eyepatch and i like it. ” you said as he takes out the teacakes you brought for him. “ really? come here. ” you walked up to him, you didn’t get the chance to ask why as he just made you sit beside him. “ tell me how much you like it. ”

kiryu mitsuki — 107 words

you’re sitting on his lap while he plays on his phone with his earphones on. you don’t mind it — liking the way you two are just quiet which makes it peaceful as you take quick glances at him. everything about him looks so pretty.

you can’t help but giggle to yourself while you wrap your arms around him as you catch the smell of the perfume he’s using. “ i like the smell of your perfume. what did you use? ” you expected it to be unanswered yet he replied to you saying it was your favorite. you looked away for a moment before nodding, relaxing on his lap.

togame jo — 101 words

“ i really love the way you talk. ” you blurted suddenly, resting your elbow on the table as you rest your chin on your hand. if anybody walks in with the two of you talking they can probably see hearts on your eyes.

togame smirked raising an eyebrow as he leaned back on his chair. “ oh? why do you love it? ” he asked as you blinked in surprise, smiling gently at him. togame didn’t expect you to actually talk about it. the longer you talk about it, the more his heart melts at how adorable you look while explaining it to him.

date posted : 082424

[81pastrys]

Their Mechanic

Part 1 / 10

Summary— Lando has a mechanic, but when she isn’t available her ditsy brother’s work needs fixing.

Warnings— bad flirting

A/n— I have more parts (that need revision)

Series List

I walk into work, pull my shades up, and see the cars ready for work. My dad sees me and throws the keys at me. “Norris wants you to work on his car today.” He said. “He’s out back waiting. Be on time.”

I usually am on time. I gave myself a treat last night and went drinking. I roll my eyes and set my keys down along with my coffee. I walk out the back before changing and see my MVC. “Back so soon?” I ask.

“Well, you didn’t work on my baby last time.” He smiled. “When you don’t work on her, something ends up wrong.”

“Sounds about right.” I shrug. He popped the hood, and I leaned in. “What was supposed to be fixed?”

“One of the pistons.” He said, leaning on a wall and crossing his arms. I look in the car more and realize I haven’t changed.

“Let me change, and I’ll look in more detail,” I mention tossing his keys back. I go to my locker, swap shirts, and throw my sunglasses in the locker before locking it. I walk back out with a rag and stuff it halfway into my cargo pants. “Mind if I ask who ‘fixed’ it last?” I ask, throwing my hair in a messy pony.

“Ahh, your brother.” He smiled at me. “Seems the genes are only strong in you.”

“He’s ditsy sometimes,” I mention. “Gotta ask for me or my dad.”

“Yeah, I learned that the hard way.” He laughed.

“She can be yours in about an hour,” I say, finalizing my exam of the car. “Did you want a drink?”

“I would’ve never thought you’d be interested in me like that.” He asked jokingly, taken aback.

“I mean a water No-wins.” I joke back, smiling.

“It’s three now, can’t call me that.” He corrected, heading towards the lobby.

I work on his car and return to the lobby, grabbing a clipboard, marking things off, and handing it back to my mom to calculate. “Discount it; he was just here last week, Ma,” I say.

“Discounted prices aren’t going to get you laid.” She mumbled. I slap her arm and laugh. She knows my suppressed feelings for the man.

“Out of all of his options, he’d never.” I joke back with her. Lando realized we were talking about him and joined the conversation.

“Talking about me Trouble?” He asked while ripping the tag off the key ring.

“Calculating the price for the work I do so well.” I smile and give him a wink.

“You know my friends need a good mechanic.” He said. “Care to tend to them for me?”

“Tell them to ask for me, or they’ll get ditsy work.” I laugh, and it’s my mom’s turn to slap my arm. “What? He’s better at oil changes and inspection checks.”

“He’s your brother.” She said. I roll my eyes and wish Lando farewell

Lmk what you think 😊