#Came back to the third floor to do some grinding

[siliconforbrains]

Whaaaaat just happened

[repulsiveliquidation]

Glass Pane || Ewa Pajor

warnings : smut (18+), semi-public sex, strap-ons, cunnilingus.

a/n : @codiemarin asked, y'all receive. I hope you like it!

“Fuck, kochanie,” Ewa moans, hands slipping down the glass door she was pressed up against. She grinned, pushing herself back on your cock as you thrusted into her. You gripped her hips with fervor, thrusting forward into her with ease. She was so wet, you slipped in and out no problem.

Ewa reached back and held your arm as you fucked into her, making you grab them both and use it as leverage to fuck into her hard. She wasn’t expecting it and honestly once she gathered what you were doing, she was throbbing harder for you.

“Ha-fuck!” she screamed, face pressed hard against the glass. It was getting steamy, the warmth of her skin and the heat of her breath was leaving marks all over the glass.

Marks that were very obviously human.

Holding her arms behind her with one hand and the other snaking around to wrap around her neck, the Polish superstar could barely register all the sensations that were taking over her. There was no mistaking the feeling in her stomach and before she could say something, she came.

Her legs trembled as you fucked her through her high, the musk of her arousal was starting to fill the unfinished gym. The lights were the only ones on, since they had to sneak back in after hours to have some fun.

The smirk she gave you when she was warming up this morning was one you couldn’t get out of your head the rest of the day and at dinner, you brought it up and one thing led to another and here you were, fucking in the unfinished gym, hoping you didn’t get caught. But that’s what gives you the thrill right? The idea of getting caught with Ewa shaking like a leaf on your cock was deeply exhilarating.

You pulled out and turned Ewa around, kneeling on the floor in front of her. She stood tall over you, eyes glossy and unfocused. She whimpered when your tongue flicked over her sensitive clit, hands immediately tangled in your hair as she began to ride your tongue.

It was hot and hard, something that gave her the most electrifying sensations on her swollen folds. She ground down onto your tongue, jaw slacked in pleasure. Your hands gripped her strong thighs, slowly letting them reach behind and grab fistfuls of her muscular ass.

“Close, baby,” Ewa whimpered, now grinding down with more purpose. You nod and start to flick the tip of your tongue over her clit, sucking the swollen nub in between. She’s convulsing and keening over not thirty seconds later, muscles contracting hard as she has her second orgasm of the night in a span of minutes.

She sinks down the cool glass, the sheen of sweat on her skin helps ease the glide. You kiss her and moan into her mouth, feeling Ewa slip her tongue into your mouth. She sits with her legs wide open, gathering a bit of her saliva to coat your strap before she guides it into herself.

You groan when she slips the tip in, pushing your hips forward to fill her up to the hilt. A chuckle leaves you when you look down between you and see that she’s taken all of you, thumb gently playing with her hard nipple.

Her arms wrap around your neck and you hold her close, thrusting into her with passion and finesse. You ignore the ache in your knees from the hard floor, holding Ewa up just a enough to keep her from getting carpet burn.

She gets close much faster now, already whimpering and whining in your ear to make her come. She’s beautiful as she begs, hands tugging gently at the hair along your nape. You thrust faster and harder, pulling back briefly to spit on her folds to help with the slide.

She kisses you hard when she comes for the third time, before throwing her head back to moan your name loudly. She’s trembling in your arms as you fuck her through the entirety of her orgasm, begging for you to pull out when she can’t take it anymore.

You do and immediately get to cleaning her up, grabbing your backpack to dig around for some wet wipes. After you help her get her clothes back on and you dress yourself, you both sneak back out the facility, giggling at the fact you got away with your little adventure.

In the morning, you two arrive back at the gym for warmups before training. The girls that were already there were gathered around something, so you two walk over to see what was going on.

“Is it me or does that look like someone ran into that thing?”

“It’s just you Mapi.”

“No! I see it too!” yells Patri. The two of you stand closer to the back and you can feel Ewa get a little antsy.  

“What do you see, Mapi? You can barely see two inches in front of your face and now you can see what’s on that glass?”

Suddenly it clicks for you, both you and Ewa look at each other shellshocked.

They were looking at the glass pane you both fucked against.

“…see, there’s someone’s lips and eyelash marks right there!” Mapi exclaims, getting up close to the glass. “Hmm, wait!”

“Ewa! Didn’t you run into this yesterday?”

The whole team turns and looks at her. She gulps and nods, sputtering out that she was jumping and accidentally got too close.

“Yeah but, these marks are much lower…” examines Mapi, fingers rubbing her chin as she slipped deep into thought.

“Girls! Back to work!”

Ewa darts out of the circle and warms up far away from you; you can’t help but smirk the whole time, watching her blush when you make eye contact with her from across the gym.

Just before you walk onto the pitch, Mapi catches up with you.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she tells you, skipping off towards Ingrid before you could say anything.

“You’re a liar Mapi!”  

[bettymylove]

yours

when you can't deny the tension between you and your rival what happens?

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: 18+ mdni, spanking, choking, graphic kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving).

"Correct, Mr. Nott, five points to Slytherin" your professor had said for the third time in a row and you were practically seething, it was idiotic. You were sure he had devised a trick to give the right answers to tick you off.

The whole class stayed quiet, everyone knew about the fiery hatred you both possessed for each other and the rivalry that came with it.

"State one side effect of pepperup potion?" Snape had stated in a voice that made it clear he wanted nothing to do with what he was currently engaged in.

You knew this one, it had clicked in your brain, clearly showing on your face, the first words were out of your mouth until someone interrupted you midway and that delightful someone was known as Theodore Nott.

You had never given a reason for him to hate you, but you faced the repercussions of it. As a way of pure childish revenge, you had begun hating him too, although you had not one reason to do so.

Soon the class had finished and you were released from being in a state of complete anger. Theo however couldn't stand the sight of you being happy and thus began speaking. "Is our y/n jealous I'm better at potions than her?" he laughed while saying it and he was laughing after it and you being the bigger person decided to ignore it.

It had been the last class of the week and you were ready to be enamored in the weekend party life of an average Hogwarts student.

You were not much for it before, but you had taken a liking to it ever since you realized the only way to forget about Theo and his perfect little face was to get as drunk as a skunk.

Wearing the tightest dress you own was the social expectation, and you obeyed it, and after all you did like the way you looked, fixing your hair just before leaving to make sure it was perfect in every way.

Reaching the common room, you could feel the bass of the music in the pits of your stomach. Going straight for the bar, you picked up a drink, sipping on it while looking around for possible men who could end up in your sheets.

However, your eyes found a sight you decided you weren't fond of looking at, Theodore Nott sticking his tongue down some random Slytherin who by the looks of it was one year below you.

Soon the bass of the music wasn't the only thing you could feel in your stomach, a fiery feeling accompanied it which only grew when Theo met your eyes and winked. That cheeky bastard.

Another rivalry although this time quite different from the one that took place in the classroom earlier that day began. Your eyes landed on Lorenzo Berkshire, and you knew that he would go perfectly with your devious little plan.

He was an acquaintance you had talked to before and you enjoyed his company so it was not completely bad, but you couldn't help yourself from wishing it was someone else.

Quickly reaching his side at the bar you ask for another drink, the same one you had before, and downed it in one go. "Enzo, don't you want to dance with me?"

He laughed a breathy laugh and then tilted his head, "Theo will kill me if I do that" and you tilted your face in the same direction as his letting out a scoff, of course he was ruining your chance with any man you counted to be suitable.

"But I guess a little taste of heaven won't hurt right?" he said after a long pause and you pulled him to the dance floor facing Theo.

An unspoken challenge began between you two, he danced with the girl in his arms as you danced with Enzo. He kissed her, and you tilted your face back so you could capture his lips, although you could see from your not-so-closed eyes that he had stopped and so did you.

Grinding your hips on Enzo, Theo's face had become remarkably red and this time instead of locking eyes with you, he locked it with him and silently told him to go away with a slight tilt of his head and he obeyed.

You whined at the loss of contact and more on the thought that you would lose in the silent battle. However, something else happened before you could think about what happened.

Theo had joined you in dancing, putting his hand on your waist, swaying to the beat until he spun you and when you stopped you crashed right into his chest, not moving you took three deep breaths to calm yourself down. one, two, three.

That so didn't work, you were still flushed and you were entirely sure you could hear his heart beating giving you some kind of reassurance that you weren't the only one feeling like this, like how you weren't supposed to.

Soon, you both locked eyes, and it must have been a while until you blinked, which prompted him to do the same. A sigh left your mouth when his hand was just above your ass. You needed more, and you were fairly certain he was ready to give you whatever you needed.

You joined both your foreheads, lips just about to touch. You wanted him to make the first move, to do something. He tilted his head back and let out a loud groan and you thought that you misunderstood him but soon both of his calloused hands found your cheeks pulling you in.

The most awaited moment of your life had finally come, his lips made you feel like you were an angel who was being given an award for being good.

Soon his mouth opened and his tongue probed at your lips and you granted him entrance, doing the same to him. Forgetting the surroundings you both were in, all you could think about was the man who was in front of you.

"You're even better than I imagined" he broke the silence finally speaking his first words to you that night. You laughed at first, "you dreamed about me?" he nodded tilting his head once more, "Desperately so".

Soon the second kiss broke too, and you were invited by him to his dorm, to which you said yes, after all that happened your body couldn't think about saying no.

His hand found your neck as soon as you entered the room, pinned against the door. The hand pressing harder, and you loved every moment of it.

While kissing you had reached his bed, and you sat on top of him not breaking the kiss. Your kisses trailed downwards to his neck, while he groaned.

Flipping you over, so you were under him he attacked you neck, sucking and nibbling on it, so you were sure it would leave marks.

The dress you had on was abandoned along with your bra, and his shirt and pants were gone as well, you were now laying on the edge of the bed, while Theo was down on his knees.

His tongue entered you and you simultaneously entered heaven, his tongue forming a figure eight in your insides while his nose was repeatedly bumped your clit.

It wasn't long before you came, and it also wasn't long before you were thrown on the bed. Your ass in the air while his hands held yours in a tight grip, which had started to redden.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit when he asked the question, "Are you sure?" and you said yes.

Slowly, you could feel yourself enveloping him inch by inch until he was all inside you, getting used to the feeling of the slight burn along with the great amount of pleasure you gave him the consent to move.

He started with low thrusts going slowly, which then soon turned to having your face buried in the pillow while getting completely fucked out.

His other hand reached down to your ass slapping it, rubbing it, and then repeating the action. His hand left yours and you grabbed the headboard with your now free hands. He was using his free hand to collect your hair and pull it back which he let go and replaced the hair with your neck pulling you back up to engage you in a kiss.

"Dear god save me, I'm gonna come" you screamed and moaned on the verge of your release. "Even begging satan won't help now," he said in a low voice near your ear, which gave you goosebumps all over.

You had finally reached the euphoric stage, but Theo wasn't stopping, still giving continuous thrusts, until he slowly pulled out and released all over your ass marking you as his.

Laying down, he pulled close to him taking the help of his covers to engulf you both. "You were made for me, weren't you darling?" he said to you while you found a comfortable position to lie in. Kissing his lips you agreed with his statement, "always been yours".

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Good Girl

Pairings - Drew Starkey x fem!reader

Summary- flashing your best friend to get his attention.

Warnings- sex, oral, hair pulling, choking, flashing, language. (18+)

First time Drew saw a naked part of your body was when you went swimming with friends, you had been tanning while they ran around with the ball.

You pulled yourself up, the material of your bikini top bunched and your nipple exposed.

That was the first time you felt a thrill, the blush that crept up on his cheek had your insides fluttering. Neither of you said anything though, you pulled your bikini top down and laid on your back. Though you could feel his eyes on you for the rest of the day.

Second time was when he had come round to drop round your dress you had left at his, he used his spare key when you didn’t answer and walked in. To his surprise you walked out of the bedroom with only your panties on, he just about exploded on the spot.

To be polite he pretended to be busy in the kitchen writing you a note, you knew he had seen, you’d heard him calling your name when he knocked on the door.

But you threw a jumper on and met him in the kitchen, neither of you talking about it. Though Drew dreamt about your perky full breasts for weeks to come, you dreamt about him bending you over the kitchen table and taking his way with you.

The third incident was when you were both at a party, and you had been grinding up on some guy. Drew watched from a distance, and when he noticed you went missing, he went looking for you.

And he didn’t expect to see you, skirt bunched at the waist and cock deep with the guy you had just been dancing with. Your eyes met briefly mid orgasm and he quickly stepped out of the room without saying a word.

Again neither of you spoke about it, his dreams now consisted of your boobs and the way your face scrunched up when you came. You dreamt about him calling you good girl and showing you a good time.

Finally, by the fourth time, Drew decided that he had had enough of pretending like nothing had happened. So when you walked out of your bedroom completely naked, and walked past your window Drew happened to be sitting by his bedroom window. When he noticed, he grabbed his phone and his keys and he raced around the block to your apartment.

The loud banging on your door gave you a fright, you grabbed your dressing gown, and raced over, looking through the peephole to see Drew, who looked frustrated. You quickly open the door for him, and he immediately pushes you back inside and slam the door closed.

“What's wrong Drew?” You asked, gripping the robe around your chest a little tighter, he stalks past you and starts pacing the room. “ Do you do this on purpose?” He questions, his fingers are massaging his temples as he stares at you.

“Sorry, what do you mean? I’m really confused”

This time you hadnt meant for him to see you, you were a little surprised at this visit, and very confused on what he was talking about.

“getting naked, flashing me”

“oh, maybe I do it on purpose, and maybe sometimes it just happens”

He stalks over to you and grabs you by the biceps, your heart beats a little bit faster, and your skin begins to feel clammy. You’ve wanted him to make the first move since you’ve known him.

But you can see the internal battle he is having with himself. so, you grab him by the face and smash your lips together in hunger. Your teeth nibble at his lower lip, he grants your tongue access.

“Wait, wait” he mumbles against your lips, pulling away from you. He’s not sure this is a good idea, it could ruin your 15 year friendship. But he really wants you, his dick already straining in his pants.

You pull the belt around your robe and let it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Drew’s eyes drink in your curves, his Adam’s apple bobs harshly as he swallows.

“Fuck it”

One hand finds your waist and the other grips your jaw. Pulling your body against him, he can feel the swell of your breasts against his chest. “I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time” you state, your arms wrapped around his neck.

He grips just under your bum and tells you to jump, your legs wrapping around him. Your arousal soaks his shirt as he walks you over to the kitchen table, your bum meets the cool wood. “You're so beautiful” he murmurs, he leaves open mouth kisses on your neck.

You dig your heels into his lower back and pull him closer to you, the buckle of his belt pressing firmly to your naked pussy, you let out a hiss and a shudder runs through your body. “I need you to touch me… please” you beg, he lifts his head from your neck and stares down at you.

You watch intently as he drops to his knees in front of you, he moves your feet so they sit on his shoulders. His eyes bore holes in your weeping cunt, your fingers grip the sides of the table. “Please”.

He runs a singer through your folds, your arms wobble from under you. “Oh!” You squeak, the tip of his finger swirls around your hole before he pushes it inside of you. “Fuck… you feel so good, squeezing around my finger so tight. Good girl”.

Your head meets the table, arching your back at his words. He inserts 2 more fingers just as he presses his tongue to your swollen clit, a loud cry leaves your lips.

You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails scratching at the polished wood underneath you.

His mouth toys with your clit, hot breath fanning over your pussy. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Drew professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.

Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt sent the blood rushing to his cock, The sunset seeps through the glass windows, setting a romantic ambience. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his face.

He’s three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.

Your soft cries bounced off the walls. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes met yours. Bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Such a good girl”.

“You like when I call you that don’t you�� He states, he pulls himself to stand. Pressing his palms into your fleshy thighs, giving you a kiss on the jaw, cheek and finally lips. “Yeah” you breath, your pussy already begging for more.

“Can you kneel for me now sweet girl” he says in more of a statement than a question, you nod your head and move to sit in front of him.

His fingers hook under your jaw, lifting your head to look up at him. You bite your lower lip and wait patiently, your mouth salivating at the thought of his cock choking you.

“Be a good girl and take my dick”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, your fingers were on his belt in a matter of seconds. Stripping him of his lower clothes, he pulled his shirt over his head. Abs clenching when your fingers grazed his thick cock. “Can I?”.

His fingers grip your hair, your mouth sucking just the tip. The taste of pre cum on your taste buds, you squeeze your thighs together as you take him in. His cock hits the back of your throat, you gag slightly around him. “Such a good girl”.

You dig your nails into his thighs, pushing him further down your throat. Gagging and salivating around his cock, emitting loud moans from Drew above you.

His fingers tug at your hair, your pussy dripping all over your legs. Tears spill from your eyes as he assaults your face, the words good girl fall from his lips over and over until you're grinding against yourself for some release.

“Come here” he growls, pulling you away from his cock. He spins you around and pushes your hips into the dining table, holding both your arms behind your back. “I’m going to fuck this pussy like I do in my dreams, until the shape of my cock becomes imprinted on your walls”.

“Please Drew!” You cry, your cheek pressed against the table. One hand holds both your wrists while the other guides his cock to your folds, running them through to collect your arousal. “Oh fuck… I need you” you cry out.

He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock.

“Fuck…so perfect” he groans, his fingers dig into the flesh on your wrists. “Oh… fuck, I love your cock” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, you wriggling your wrists but he doesn’t let you free.

“Such a good girl… I’ve wanted to fuck you from the moment we became friends” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.

“harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.

He finally lets go of your wrists and you pull them in front of you, Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with your hair and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.

He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you and spins you around, pushing you back onto the table and entering you once more.

“Kiss me please” you beg, he grips your throat and presses his lips to yours. It’s hungry and passionate and you never want it to end.

“Oh god.. Fuck!” You cry against his lips, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.

“I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto your lip. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper. He lets out a groan of pleasure, breathing harshly through his nose.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.

“You did such a good job” he whispers, kissing your shoulder. You stay connected for a moment until he is completely limp, pulling out of you slowly. “Who knew I liked being praised so much,” you joked, your chest heaving.

He looks at you for a moment and quickly looks away, going to reach for his clothes. You grab him by the bicep and pull him back. “Hey, don’t stress Drew… I’ve been wanting to fuck you for a very long time, I just didn’t have the courage…Thought flashing you a few times would just get you to make the first move”.

“Well it worked… that was amazing, everything I ever dreamt about”.

“Oh baby… that’s nothing, I’ll give you an hour and we will go again”.

[leafostuff]

Operant Conditioning [WooAh's Nana, Jo Yuri]

Tags: Smut, BFH, Quickie, Dom!Nana, Sub!Jo Yuri, Lesbian Sex, Degradation, Fingering, Scissoring, Rough sex

Author's notes: inspiration for the fic came from a concept i shared with @octoberautumnbox

So yeah, hope you enjoy my first FxF smut, i swear this is the last quickie before my October release

Edit: changed the title of the fic

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“I swear Unnie, I didn't mean like- AHH!” Yuri quickly gets shut when Nana drills her two fingers inside her clit as instead a symphony of moans comes out of her mouth while her hands were gripping the walls, trying to gain some semblance of strength.

“Oh really? So flirting with me on set, blowing a kiss to me AND sitting on my lap in front of the viewers was just a joke then?” It's a rhetorical question, Yuri shouldn't answer her, but she doesn't know better.

“Ah, Y-yeah, it was a Jok-Jo-OH MY GOD, YES” at this point Nana just laughs at the pathetic attempt at an answer.

“And you want more, don't you? Can't believe it” she shakes her head, now inserting a third finger inside her and getting into a steady pace of Pumping her pussy. “So needy, i really had to drop everything i was doing, get you inside YOUR own and fucking you silly just to get you shut up” She adds, shaking her head in disappointment as just Yuri was about to cum Nana stops herself. “and you know what's the worst part, Yuri?”

“W-what unnie?” Yuri asks in a shaky voice as Nana leans into Yuri’s right ear and whispers.

“That what you're doing works, i am so wet right now just by fingering you, feeling how tight you are, All. For. Me” she answers before giving one strong pump that gets Yuri shrieking in Ecstasy before Nana gets her fingers out, letting Yuri finally catch some breath. 

“And that slutty outfit is not helping” she adds, Seeing how Sweat begins to form all around her tight, green one-piece, creating circles of sweat all around her body.

Now Yuri is in a daze, struggling to even stand straight using only the wall as her support. “Unnie…i am ngh…so close” are the only words she can mumble.

“Oh i know you are Yuri, but just before you are about to cum, I want to have some fun as well” As she finishes those words she starts working on her jeans, popping each button quickly before letting it fall on the floor, letting Yuri revel at Nana’s bare pussy, and how it's dripping.

“Thank god i didn't wear my underwear at home” she exclaimed with a relieved sigh, then quickly pinning Yuri to the wall again “And thank god these walls are soundproof”.

Nana then starts to grind herself over Yuri’s Sex, groaning at the first contact before getting into a rhythm, moving up and down over her creamy thighs and gripping her partner’s Shoulder with her nails.

“Ahh, More unnie, More” Pleasure hits high for Yuri as she tilts her head, giving Nana access to Yuri’s neck she begins to spread bites all across the shoulder up to the collarbone, she’s so sensitive there that Yuri can't help but moan loudly when Nana nibbles on her neck.

“You're such a slut, aren't you? Acting all flirty in front of the camera but when a couple of good fingers stretch your pussy you go insane, isn't that right?” Nana growls, lips close to Yuri’s ears.

“Ah! Yes unnie, i am” Yuri breathily responds, she could go insane with the amount of pleasure Nana is giving her.

“Say it again” She demands

“I am a slut, unnie”

“Louder” Nana then starts grinding herself faster

“I'm a slut!!” 

“I said louder dammit!!” Even faster

“I am a slut unnie!! I'm your dirty little slut which you can fuck whenever you want” Yuri shouts as her eyes roll back and her mouth wide open, letting her tounge loll out.

“Damn right you are, from now on your pussy belongs to me and only me, is that clear Yuri?” Nana groans, right hand softly holding her by the collarbone.

“Y-yes Unnie, my pussy is only for you-Ahhh” poor Yuri finally reaches her climax as cum begins to erupt, flowing over Nana’s naked thigh and into the floor. Eventually its over as she then falls onto the floor, looking up at Nana scoffing over her.

Checking the phone, Nana only sighs in disappointment while cleaning her own thigh from any leftover cum. “I'm not done with you” She said, noticing how Yuri begins closing her eyes to gather her strength However Nana grabs her by her thighs and pins her into the floor.

“You made me miss lunch because of your behaviour Yuri” Nana adds, parting her legs open so she could lean her face closer to Yuri’s dripping pussy, she then looks up and says. 

“You better taste like it

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Started 23/9/24, Posted on 24/9/24

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 - synopsis: being gangbang by Beelzebub and his clone inspired by Attack the king card

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + Dom!Beelzebub + Gangbang + Clone sex + rough sex + double penetration + dubcon(?) + overestimated + public sex + creampies + bites/hickes all over your body + bulge

a/n: I apologize if it so bad!! I was in the rush, but thanks to the person i've talked with share the ideas :3🫶

"Your moans are my favourite sound."

“I could make you feel better.”

“Who would have thought that this is something that you’re into?”

"Can you feel how my body is reacting to you?"

You don't know how long that they had been destroying your holes. There's two Beelzebub penetrating your pussy and hole in a fast pace and your hand rubbing the other Beelzebub's dick. You look like a mess. You are filled with sweats and cums and juice. Your clothes were taken off, but your panties were torn apart due to Beelzebub being impatient, stripping your clothes.

"Aaah, ngh, you're so tight...!" Beelzebub in front of you thrusting your insides.

"Aah! Nngh! Mm!! Aah!! Aaah!" You moan feeling hot already. You could see Beelzebub's dick bulging your tummy. It's so big... you already feel so full. Your eyelids were getting heavier, but you couldn't afford to fell asleep yet.

Hearing the loud wet slaps noises in the busy clubs. Everyone is getting high, drunk, having sex in front of everyone. You felt the third Beelzebub grabs your face as he pulls in for a tongue kiss. You continue to rub your hand on his dick, pressuring him.

Beelzebub from behind you playing with your nipples as he continues to pound you from behind. He growls in your ears while pounding your hole. "Fuck, you're taking me really well, heh." You couldn't respond as the third Beelzebub is kissing you. His fingers is digging into your flustered cheeks. You let out a loud groan as your eyes rolls back of your skull.

“Oh, I love that sound you make.” Beelzebub in front you, laughs while he held your thighs tighter while thrusting ferociously in your pussy. You felt crowded as Beelzebub's clone is eating you alive. You're so cute and sexy in front of them. Completely covered in their sweats and semen. You felt Beelzebub from behind push your abdomen while Beelzebub is in front of you thrust his penis inside you. You let out a squeal and a loud cries while he laughs at you from behind.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” He whispered from behind. His dick is still inside your hole. You felt like they're gonna stretch you. It's hurt, but it's feels so good! You never want them to stop.

"Aah!! Ah! Mm!!" You already came... how many times? You don't remember. You felt so full. Your jaw was so sore after sucking third Beelzebub's large dick when he slaps it in front of your face. He just wants some fun. Your mouth was so warm...

They prefer hearing your moans and cries while they're fucking you. They indeed take turns in different positions to fuck your pussy and hole and doing a blowjob or handjob. You switched positions as Beelzebub third is taking over your pussy as he laid on the floor and the second Beelzebub took over your behind and the first Beelzebub grabbing your hair as he thrust his large dick into your mouth. You don't even know which is the real Beel or could tell which positions that they had took.

"I will give that mouth something to do." Beelzebub in front of you groans as he bit his bottom lips. Your throat is so warm... too bad that he has to destroy you.

They're all look the same to you. The third Beelzebub grabbing your hips as he slams your body deep as the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. Your eyes widen as your mouth vibrant while Beelzebub's dick is still in your throat as he let out a sultry groan.

"Oh, you like that?" Beelzebub underneath you, chuckles as he continues to grind you.

"Oh I can do this all night long." Beelzebub from behind as he pounds deep into your hole as he slaps your ass.

Of course the night doesn't end. You continue to gag and cry as they kept fucking you in a new position. Your body aches as you are covered in head to toe with bites marks. You don't even know who, beside Beelzebub.

"Who knew that you're hiding such a dirty mind."

"Our bodies fit so well together."

You were about to reach your climax. Hands are all over you. Beelzebub's hands is much larger than you as they grope your body. You don't enough energy to move or foucs anymore. How much energy does he have...?

"I-I'm coming! Fuck! You're so tight!"

"Aah! Shit! You're taking us really good!"

All of the Beelzebubs are reaching their climax and you too. They even gone a faster pace, literally destroying you and tearing you apart. Your jaw is so sore as Beelzebub wouldn't let you breathe for a second!

"Mmh! Mmn! Mmm!" Gagging into Beelzebub's dick as he thrust his hips in your mouth. Your body is trembling badly, but it feels so good!

Beelzebub took his dick out of your throat as he releases his semen onto your face as the white milky liquid spills into your mouth as you stick your tongue out to taste his cum.

Your body shivers as you feel your tummy is filled with others Beelzebub's semen. You couldn't help as you let out a shiver orgasm. You all came at the same time. You feel messy as you are covered head to toe with Beelzebub's liquidity semen. You fell on top of Beelzebub that was underneath you as his hands spreads your ass cheeks to show off "their" meals.

Liquids semen are dripping from your thighs on the dirty floor. You couldn't move anymore as you laid on top of him, tired and exhausted and filled.

“You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

"One more round? Don't fall asleep with us~"

Your eyelids feels heavy as you laid on top of his chest, panting heavily.

" One more round? "

[finelinevogue]

the best thing

summary - you hate harry after that one night together, but when you need someone the most he will always be there

a/n : mentions of sexual assault, quite intense scenes, crying, angst, drunkeness

word count : +3.8k

pairing : ceo!harry x reader

You don’t know how you got here.

One minute you were eating crisps at home and watching reruns of Friends, then the next thing you know you’re at an exclusive event in the centre of London with your best friend; Leia.

Apparently, your best friend is now dating some actor who is in with all the A-list celebrities and so she can get into all these cool events now.

This party was hosted by none other than Harry Styles, billionaire and CEO of StylesTech. He happened to be the one man on Earth who you absolutely despised. Well, maybe he wasn’t the only one.

Harry became a celebrity when he got put on the front cover of GQ’s magazine for sexiest man alive four times. That’s right… four.

Harry was friends with James, your best friends new boyfriend, and had said she could also invite a plus one. The more the merrier was what Leia had said over the phone.

Now you were here.

Some rooftop bar in the heights of London. The lighting was very low, the music was very loud and the room was completely packed.

There was a dance floor where people were grinding more than dancing. There was a bar, which apparently was a free-bar. There was panoramic views of the city and tiny people below, making you feel like a Goddess up here in the clouds.

“We’re going to get drinks, you coming?” Leia asked you, James tugging on her hand to move them through the crowd.

“Yeah.” You nodded and grabbed onto her open hand.

You weaved through the crowds, apologising for people you bumped into.

You felt slightly too single here. Everyone seemed to be clinging onto someone and yet you were clinging on to a couple - third-wheeling to be precise.

When you reached the bar Leia and James ordered together, leaving you wait for another waiter to come to help you.

You waited a few more moments, before someone whistled behind you like they were calling over a dog.

“Oi, Henry. Serve this lady now.”

You turned around with a disgusted look on your face, only to be met with Harry Styles in front of you. He smirked at you when he noticed your facial expression.

You scoffed and turned back to Henry. “Don’t worry yourself about me. You can finish whatever job you were doing, hun.” You smiled at the young boy, who looked terrified of his boss behind you.

“No, he won’t.” Harry came and stood beside you. “She’ll have a vodka cranberry with ice.”

“She has a fucking name. Prick.” You mumbled the last word under your breath. “Sorry, Henry. I’ll actually have a Long Island Ice Tea, please. Thank you.”

Henry was off, probably to get away from Harry and make your drink.

“Sure your tolerance can handle a Long Island?” Harry laughed beside you.

“Don’t act like you know me, Harry.” You sneered his name.

“Oh, but I do know you. Don’t I? Know you very, very, well.”

You huffed, trying to not let his words effect you.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Specifically, the night he was talking about. It had been one night back when you were working in a rival tech company. You had been issued to attend a conference weekend, there had been limited numbers of rooms and Harry - the gentleman at the time - had offered you a space in his room.

That night you had too many vodka cranberries and ended up sleeping with Harry that night - although not much literal sleeping actually happened.

The point of hatred for Harry occurred when he left in the morning after you’d confessed that you could see yourself liking him. You’d offered yourself to him for a date together and all he said was; ‘I don’t do seconds.’

Hence, the birth of the hatred for GQs sexiest man alive x4.

“That was one night, years ago. Wasn’t anything to remember.” You sneered.

You lied. It was actually one of the best nights of your life and no one has been as good since.

“Except it was. You didn’t scream that much because you were hating it.” Harry sipped on his glass of whiskey.

“You’re a fucking pig.” You grabbed your drink that Henry had given to you now. “Stay away from me, Harry.”

“Then why did you come to my party?”

“I’m here because of Leia, not you.”

You scoffed and walked off, leaving Harry leaning against the bar in his gorgeous suit to stare at you as you walked away.

The little black dress and heels would do wonders for the power walk away from him. He could see what he has been missing.

You saw Leia and James standing at a table and went over to join them.

“Hey.” You said on approach.

“Hey babes.” Leia smiled as James wrapped his arm around Leia’s waist.

“Cosmo?” You asked, pointing to Leia’s drink.

“You know it. And what the fuck did you get?”

“Long Island.”

“Do you even like them?” Leia laughed.

“No.”

“Then why—”

To prove a point. “Dunno.” You shrugged, taking a sip and feeling sick already from how disgusting the drink was.

“Oh hey man.” James unwrapped his arm around Leia to shake hands with someone. Unfortunately for you, it happened to be the one man you were trying to stay away from.

“Hey. How are you?” Harry asked as they bro hugged.

“Good, good yeah. This is my girlfriend, Leia.” James introduced her.

Leia smiled politely, shaking his hand, and you suddenly wished you’d told her that the story behind the ‘One-Night-Stand’ guy had been this guy. “Hello. Great party.”

“Thanks.”

“And this is Y/N, Leia’s best friend.” James introduced you, not realising that you didn’t need an introduction.

Harry stuck his hand out for you. If you didn’t shake it someone would know something is wrong, so you could your hand in Harry’s and tried to ignore the soft skin against yours. Instead, you tightly squeezed as if you were trying to strangle his hand.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

You just tightly smiled, not feeling like returning the sentiment.

“Have we met before? You look very… familiar.” Harry had the cheek to say to you. He was an evil man.

“No. You don’t really have a face that I’d remember.” You pulled your hand away from him in disgust.

“Oh really? I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

“It’s not.” You smiled, returning to your drink and trying not to gag with how awful it tasted.

“Uh, so, what are you drinking Harry?” Leia asked, clearly sensing some tension between you.

“Vodka cranberry.”

“Ah no way! That’s our Y/Ns favourite drink.” Leia smiled genuinely.

“How coincidental.” Harry faked a shocked face.

“Yeah. Truly.” You rolled your eyes.

“You two must be soulmates or something.”

“That would require two people going on an actual date.” You stabbed into the conversation.

“I guess..” Leia looked awkward now.

“Your capable of going on a date, aren’t you Harry?” You innocently questioned, turning to face him.

Harry’s nostrils flared and it looked like he was biting back from saying something brass. Instead of speaking, he shot back a good half of his drink.

“Lovely speaking to you, Leia. James, we’ll catch up in a bit.” Harry nodded his head to them both. You didn’t miss how he didn’t acknowledge you as he left the table in a hurry.

You breathed a sigh of relief after he’d gone.

“What the fuck was that about?” Leia asked you immediately.

“What?” You asked dumbly.

“You and Harry. The sexual tension was insane!”

James nodded his head in agreement.

“Don’t be silly.”

“Y/N… C’mon. I’ve seen a penis and a vagina have less sexual tension than you and Harry. Get a fucking room next time.” Leia fanned herself.

“I give up.” You shook your head and downed the rest of your disgusting drink.

“Where are you going?” James asked.

“To find a fourth wheel for me.”

•••••

Twelves minutes later and you’d managed to find someone to spend the rest of your night with.

His name was Jordan and he was very good company. Attractive company too.

You two were cornered away in the back of the room in a circular booth. A tray of shots lay empty in front of you and another tray contained full ones.

You were playing a drinking game to get to know each other and now you were absolutely spinning. Your head had taken a hit after the fifth shot and now you were nine deep and couldn’t stop yourself.

“M-my turn.” You laughed as you hiccuped.

“Okay.”

Jordan sat close to you, his arm wrapped around the back of the booth where you were sat. His eyes were deep brown and his hair was light blonde. He looked the complete opposite of Harry, which maybe was subconsciously a choice.

“Favourite sex position?” You giggled immaturely.

“Hmm. Doggy. I actually hate seeing a girls face when we’re fucking.” He replied and you had to take a shot because he answered honestly.

That should’ve been your first red flag about Jordan.

You just laughed instead.

“My turn. Have you ever masturbated?”

“Alllll the time. No guy does it for me anymore.” You laughed sadly.

Jordan took his shot and then moved in closer towards you. You tilted your head so he could speak into your ear.

“I could fix that problem for you.”

Your eyes bugged at his forwardness.

“No thanks.” You shook your head and laughed to try and keep it civil.

“Oh c’mon. You’ve been flirting with me all night and you know it.” His hand dropped onto your shoulders and pulled himself closer. His other hand dropped onto your bare thigh and started rubbing up and down on your soft skin.

“No I haven’t!” You laughed the situation off.

“You have. And I bet you’re all excited ‘cause of it.”

He started moving his hand further up your leg. Due to your toxic alcohol intake your reaction times were a little slower, but when his hand had made it underneath your dress-skirt you gasped and tried to tug his hand away.

“No. Please stop.” You said softly, whining as he tried to push his hand higher.

His face came closer again and he started to kiss your cheek. You tried to move your face away but his other hand was there to trap you and keep you close.

You started to worry because of how dark it was and how hidden away you were. Everyone was busy dancing and drinking away and none the wiser about the situation you were in.

“Give in, you tease.” His hot breath felt disgusting against your skin.

“I said no. Please.”

You struggled to push him off. Both your hands were focusing on his hand on your leg that you couldn’t do much to get his face away from yours.

“You’ve been teasing me all night and now we get to play.” He laughed.

Tears formed in your eyes as you kept pushing and pushing and pushing. You kept saying no over and over again, but Jordan was just not listening.

He felt disgusting on you and it made you feel just as disgusting.

Jordan just kept laughing whilst you were crying.

An employee caught your eye - in fact, it was Henry. You thought he might’ve come over to you and help, since he could clearly see you crying and struggling with Jordan on you, but instead he turned and walked away.

You sobbed then, thinking that might’ve been your only chance to get help and he just left.

You wondered whether it was because Harry was a dick to him.

You closed your eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts as Jordan started attacking your neck.

You tried to think of Harry. It wasn’t hard.

He was constantly on your mind.

“You taste so good. Stop denying me all of you.” Jordan bit your neck too harshly to be pleasurable.

“Jordan, no!” You shoved with all your strength and managed to completely get him off. You were pissed now. Your mascara may have run, your eyes red and blotchy, your breath shaky, but that was all he was getting from you.

“No?” Jordan scoffed. “NO?”

Jordan grabbed your cheeks and pulled you towards him.

“Ow.” You mumbled through his harsh grip.

“Listen here you little bi—”

“The fuck is going on here?”

Jordan dropped your face and straightened his jacket, whilst you turned your head to find who you already knew was there; Harry.

His voice had sent a wave of calmness through your body the second he started speaking. Now he was standing there with a deathly look on his face you couldn’t help but feel relief.

And you noticed Henry standing behind him, looking just as angry.

“Hi boss. Just having fun.” Jordan responded.

Harry looked between Jordan and you. Jordan looked dazed and content, whilst you looked broken and scared.

“Are you okay?” Harry looked intensely at you.

“She’s fi—”

“I wasn’t fucking speaking to you, was I?” Harry rhetorically asked. “Y/N, come here, love.”

Harry held out his hand, palm facing up.

You made no hesitation as you weakly moved away from Jordan and towards Harry.

Harry helped you stand up and kept a tight hold on your hand. It grounded you, his touch.

“Can I touch you? Just on your face?” Harry asked you softly and you nodded.

Harry cautiously held your chin and moved your head to the side, noticing the red mark and blood on your neck. He hadn’t taken note of your legs yet, but he would come to find red marks on them too.

Your teary eyes were wiped by Harry’s careful thumb. You looked down at his shoes the entire time, too afraid to look at him. You knew you’d crumble if you did.

“Are you okay?” He asked you again.

“No.” You said softly, shaking your head. “I-I was really scared, Harry.” Your voice broke and Harry immediately cupped the back of your head and brought you into his chest. You collapsed there and Harry’s hands held you up strong.

“You’re okay now. I’m here, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Harry said, whilst nodding his head discreetly to the two security men.

They came over within seconds and yanked Jordan out of the booth. His protests were no match for the security guys. As he was being escorted out, Harry stopped him to say “See you in court.”

After Harry had thanked Henry with a nod and smile, he walked the small distance over to the same booth and sat down on the edge of it, pulling you to sit on his lap.

Your body was still wracking with sobs, but only because the adrenaline of the situation had been too much for you.

Now you knew you were safe, it was too much.

Harry made you feel safe.

He rocked you as he held you. It was too loud to have a quiet, serious, conversation, but his actions spoke loud anyways. I’m here. You’re safe. It’s okay now.

You heard Harry shout to someone for a glass of cold water, which was brought back to you within a minute.

"Here, sunshine, drink this." Harry spoke closely to you so you could hear.

He held the glass up to your lips and tipped it back slowly for you. Your hands were too shaky to hold onto it yourself, but you managed to drink carefully with the help of Harry.

He even knew when you'd had enough.

Harry's hand cupped the side of your head and brought you to rest back onto his chest. His head stayed rested on top of yours and you both just sat like that for ten minutes or so. It was hard to know exactly how long.

You just sat and thought about everything that had happened tonight and everything that could have happened. Mixed with that, your brain was constantly thinking about Harry and how much, no matter how hard you try otherwise, you like him.

Your heart feels constantly pulled towards him. He's like a beacon in the middle of a storm, safely guiding you towards home.

Just as those thoughts were circling your mind, Harry made his move.

He told you he was going to stand up, so you let yourself slide off his legs onto your own shaky ones. You thought he might be leaving you to go back and mingle with the other guests, so you stood shy to the side.

Harry leaned over to Henry and whispered something in his ear to which Henry nodded.

Before you could make plans as to what you were going to do now, Harry held out his hand to you again - giving you a choice to take it or not. Of course, you took it.

He squeezed your hand in reassurance and then lead you off and out of the room.

You two made no conversation as you wandered out of the noisy room and into a quiet staircase. Harry started walking up the stairs, so you followed him.

It was another two minutes before you made it to the top of the stairs and through a door that led to a rooftop. It was only very small. It overlooked the city skyline, with hundreds of twinkling lights casting shadows over the small space.

There were twinkling fairy lights too, up here. They were knotted around various creeping wall plants like ivy. In the corner of the square space there was a big L-shaped sofa with plenty of cushions and throws.

Harry turned back to smile at you, leading you to the sofa.

He sat down and let go of your hand, allowing you to choose where to sit.

You took one last glance at the skyline and up to the moon, before deciding.

"Wanna sit next to you." You said in a small voice.

"Okay." Harry smiled perfectly.

He shuffled back into the corner of the L-shaped sofa, sitting up and letting his legs stretch out on the chair in front of him. He patted his lap next with a smile. You shuffled over to him and sat on his lap, perpendicular to the way he was sitting so your legs stretched out along the other length of the chair.

"Comfortable?" He asked.

"Mhm."

Harry wasn't too sure though, and next thing you knew he was gathering a couple of blankets to throw over your legs and shoulders.

"Better. Thank you." You nodded.

"You're welcome."

"It's beautiful up here."

"I guess it is."

"Is it all yours?" You questioned.

"What? Everything up here?"

You nodded. Harry then took your hands in his and started to play with the few rings you had on.

"No. Not everything is mine."

You looked up at him and into his eyes, noticing he was looking straight back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you thought about the implications to his words. You couldn't help but let a blush and smile take over your face. If he was implying what you thought he was then maybe you were in with a chance of Harry liking you back.

"What do you want to have? You're a billionaire. You could have anything you want." You asked, curiously.

"No even a billionaire can buy everything." He smiled sadly.

"Well, what do you wish you could buy even though you can't?"

Harry chuckled under his breath, "Redemption. A second chance. Love."

You tilted your head back against the sofa, your head feeling less and less drunk by the minute. You sighed, looking at the beautiful moon and wondering how lonely she must be up there.

Loneliness is something you've suffered with for far too long.

You wanted to find that connection with that someone who makes you feel wanted, feel loved and feel chosen. You craved it.

You chuckled.

"What?" Harry asked, softly caressing over the back of your hand.

"It's just funny, is all."

"What is?"

"Us, wanting the same thing. Wonder if we want it from the same people." You tilted your head to the side to face Harry, watching him lick his lips as he looked at yours not-so-subtly.

"You already know we do." Harry said quietly, leaning in towards you.

Your breath hitched as he got closer, your heart beating faster than your brain was processing the motions. You knew you wanted to kiss Harry as badly as he wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not yet, at least.

"Harry, wait..." You said, watching him stop immediately.

"Fuck. Shitting, fuck. Sorry, Y/N. That was completely inappropriate of me. I mean.. After... Tonight and us... and...."

Harry shot back to his original position and ran a stressed hand over his face as he tried to work through his thoughts.

You smiled as you watched him panic, before taking his stressed hands in yours and kissing the back of it softly - right over that small triage of freckles you knew sat pretty there.

"Hey. It's okay." You reassured him. "I'm not stopping you because of what happened this evening. I'm stopping you because I feel I deserve to know why I wasn't enough the first time around."

This was you standing up for yourself.

"Weren't enou-.. Y/N, love. God, I was such a dick. I never, ever, left you because I thought you weren't enough. I left because I didn't think I was. I was a nobody back then. I looked at you and saw someone who could literally be the epitome of sunshine, and then I looked at me and all I saw was a dark cloud that would cover you. I never thought someone as bright, as happy and as golden as you should ever have to be with someone like me. Hell, it's still a thought that niggles away at the back of my mind. But, I've learnt that I can't let those thoughts win. I owe it you myself, and definitely to you, to at least try."

"Well that was as good as apologies get." You sniffled, trying to hold back the happy tears.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, for our wasted years. I... I just wasn't ready for us back then and I know I was a prick about it."

"You were. A right big prick."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows and you had to fake punch him for it.

"I'm sorry." He said honestly. "And I'm sorry for tonight too."

"That wasn't your fault, okay? I promise." You squeezed his hand.

"Okay. I'm still suing that motherfucker though."

"You're a billionaire already!"

"So? I was going to donate the money to a sexual assault charity or something." He shrugged his shoulders like what he just said was no big deal - like he hadn't just shown his truest heart.

"You're a good person, Harry, who deserves good things." You moved closer to him.

"I am?"

"Mhm."

"Do these 'good things' include you?"

"I don't know. Do you think I'm a good thing?" You teased him.

Harry leaned in closer. "No. I think you're the best."

[knavesflames]

Hiiii i wanted to ask, if you could do my request?

I would love to read something with brattamer Arlecchino and reader thats an absolute dipshit of a brat 👀

Hi!! I had to think for this one, surprisingly I’ve never thought of something like this. Sorry if the writing isn’t super good quality, I have had a stomach ache for days 😓😓

Word count: 1045

Content: bratty reader, dom brat tamer!arle

nsft utc

Okay see I think that EVERYONE in the Fatui knows Arlecchino loves to tame brats. Even before you came along, she had girls go from arrogant, over confident women to women who dropped to their knees at the sight of her. She loved it, really. Being able to switch them just like that, taking their words and turning them only into ‘yes, Knave’.

Between the Harbingers, it became almost a joke that Arlecchino had tamed so many of them. Whenever Arlecchino would walk into a very important meeting, Childe would always murmur something, usually along the lines of ‘where’s your most recent one?’ It earned stifled chuckles from some of them, but a cold glare from Arlecchino. It wasn’t like she could exactly deny it, every woman she took an interest in ended up the same way— under her command. She told herself there would never be a woman she couldn’t tame.

Then, of course, she met you. For some reason, you were all of those women, combined, multiplied by 50. She could not get through to you at all. No matter what she did, you’d bite back with some ridiculous remark or a smirk. You’d piss her off just to watch her conceal her annoyance. You’d purposely do things wrong to hear her bark at you. You’d purposely rub up against her while playing a game of pool, and that seems to be the thing that finally sets her off. You don’t even see her reaction behind you, and yet you can practically HEAR her teeth grinding together seconds before she loses her composure completely. Before you can even register, her clawed hand is gripping your shirt, quite literally dragging you to the nearest room. It happens to be some office, though you’re not sure whose, but the door is quickly slammed and locked.

You find yourself pressed to the desk, your eyes meeting her own glowering gaze. She’s expecting you to be cowering beneath her, or even better, taking your clothes off. You’re doing none of those. You’re laughing, with that stupid smirk on your face once again, and it makes her even more determined to ruin you. Arlecchino realises that words will do nothing, one simple orgasm will not help anything. Just as she’s thinking about what she could possibly do, your voice cuts through her thoughts.

“What’s wrong, Peruere?” You drawl, relishing in the way her frown deepens and she almost growls as her hand shoots out, wrapping firmly around your throat, shutting you up firmly before you say another word. She doesn’t even know how you know that name, she has only ever outwardly spoken it to Rosalyne. Her mind flits to her for a second before she turns her focus back to you, your challenging eyes.

She wastes no time before your clothes are in shreds on the floor, her fingers curling knuckle deep inside of you. She’s relentless, and she knows it. Through airy moans, you manage to muster words, words you know will irritate her more. “Is that all you can do?”

A blackened hand meets your cheek in a firm slap, whipping your head and causing a mark she’s really quite proud of. When your mouth opens to speak again, she rolls her eyes, ordering you to “shut your pretty fucking mouth” before her thumb presses on your tongue.

You aren’t sure what exactly brings you to your first orgasm, the way her fingers curl against the gummy spot inside of you again and again, or the way she stares at you, alternating between shoving her fingers in your mouth, slapping you or wrapping a hand around your throat to shut you up. Either way, it’s one of the two.

You know Arlecchino has no plans of stopping, and it’s confirmed when you orgasm a second time, and then a third. She wants you to beg, and you tell yourself you won’t, but by the fifth one, your legs are trembling and small tears are gathering at the edge of your eyes. Her words are mocking, and the look on her face— she enjoys the sight in front of her, and she isn’t afraid to show it.

“Little whore finally broke, hm?” She murmurs, her fingers fucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The action is soft, almost kind, but she’s luring you into that sense of security and you both know it. Yet, you’re too fucked to care, and you can only nod and gulp before you gasp out words of agreement. You feel her stroking your walls once more, achingly teasing and slow. She’s waiting for you to beg, and beg, you do.

“Please, no more, it’s too much, I don’t think I can—“

“What colour?” You blink in confusion, your thoughts dazed as you try to figure out what she means. You hear a sigh of annoyance as her fingers twitch again.

“Red, yellow, or green? Stop, go slower, or continue? Answer me, slut.”

With a breath full of both leftover pleasure and relief you nod frantically, residual tears spilling from your eyes. “Red. Too much.”

If Arlecchino’s face was capable of expressing anything other than displeasure, she’d smirk. She knows she has you now, too.

“After only five?” She clicks her tongue, withdrawing her fingers. With grace, she wipes them on one of the torn pieces of your garments before tossing it back on the floor. “A shame. We’ll work on that, won’t we, my obedient little whore?”

“Okay,” you mumble, your hands beginning to pick up parts of your clothing. You wonder if they’re still wearable (they’re not, she made sure of that, just for pissing her off).

“No. Okay, what? Speak correctly.”

“Okay, Knave. Mistress, whatever you want.” The heat in your cheeks is not missed by her as she turns to leave, and she gives you one final glance, one you can’t tell if it’s full of disdain, annoyance, or even attraction. “Good girl.”

You think maybe people won’t know what happened, how you finally cracked, but it doesn’t last very long. Six months later you’ve become her favourite, walking around wearing a collar with her name on it. You even sit next to her in her meetings. You don’t know if you love it or hate it.

[torturedtypewritersdept]

earning your stripes - part two

✯ pairing:

racer!rafe cameron x fem sports reporter!reader

✯ summary:

sports reporter, y/n edwards, has the opportunity of a lifetime - interviewing nascar driver, rafe cameron. But, it may be a little bit more than she bargained for.

✯ warnings:

rafe is a sexy cocky bitch, reader is a queen, sexual innuendos, eventual smut, mature themes, rafe low key is a bitch, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

You kept thinking about Rafe after your initial interaction, but you weren’t going to let him know that and you weren’t going to go running back to your bosses crying about a boy being mean to you and refusing to interview him. Racing was already a predominantly male driven sport and that didn’t leave a lot of room for you at the table, but you had worked hard and become someone that every household recognized, they called you one of Nascar's leading women now and you were damn proud of that. You weren’t going to let some meat head race car driver convince you that you weren’t something special, even if he was beautiful and chiseled in all the right places and a leader on the track. Nope. You couldn’t go there. As dreamy as he was, he had ruined any amount of respect you’d initially had for him, simply by opening his mouth. You were brought out of your thoughts as your phone chirped, Alex’s name littering across the screen. 

Green onion. Tonight 9pm. 

You giggled at the text, knowing that she wouldn’t take no for an answer before you sent your reply. 

Only if you wear something sexy ;)

Bitch, get real. 

Her reply came with a quickness, just as you had expected and you giggled, knowing that Alex was always wearing something sexy and always, always going to look good in a bar on a friday night. You wished you could be more confident and carefree like she was. 

- 

Nine o’clock came quickly. You had wasted most of the day going over the stats of every driver in preparation for tomorrow’s race. By your account, Rafe was set to win tomorrow and Topper would probably come second or third. You liked those odds. Though, deep down if Rafe wasn’t as good of a driver, you might find him less sexy, which would be a good thing. You got up from your desk at 8:45pm, living close to downtown had its perks and not having to leave early for things was one of them. You dressed quickly in a black lacy tank top and low-rise jeans, curling your hair and throwing on a little bit of makeup before grabbing your purse and keys and heading out the door. 

By the time you got to the bar, Alex was already about five drinks deep, as you’d expected. She always pre-gamed a little too hard, even when you were in college. You found her on top of a barstool drooling over a questionable looking man as he tucked her long black hair behind her ears. 

“Mind if I cut in?” 

You asked and she leapt up, squealing and pulling you in for a hug. 

“It’s about time you got here, this guy is boring!” 

She exclaimed. 

“Alex, honey, be nice.” 

You chastised her, though doing so in her drunken state you knew was a waste of time. 

“Sorry.” 

You mouthed to him and he just smiled and walked away, leaving you to tend to her antics by yourself. 

“Wanna dance!” 

She exclaimed in your ear and you merely nodded, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dance floor. You danced for a brief moment, the dim light of the bar and the combination of the dj’s uplights created a feeling of ecstasy amidst the drinks that men in the bar kept supplying the two of you with. You continued to grind against Alex for about thirty minutes, the music bumping so violently that you could feel it under your feet. You walked out of the crowd and back to the bar for another drink when you ran into someone familiar. 

“Hey, y/n.” 

Topper said with a smile and you returned the gesture. 

“Hi, Top. Who’re your friends?” 

You questioned and he introduced them one by one. 

“Guys – this is Nascar's leading lady, y/n.” 

You blushed at Topper’s compliment. For a driver, he wasn’t half bad, he was even sweet to you most of the time. 

“Y/n – this is Kyle, Corbin, Zack, and Rafe.” 

You hadn’t even registered that the Rafe Topper was referring to was the same Rafe that you were trying so desperately to forget. Though, you probably should have; what kind of name is Rafe anyways? You remained polite as each boy said hello to you, returning the pleasantries and as your eyes met his, you swallowed thickly. He smiled that same shit eating grin and you pretended you didn’t know who he was. That’s what any self-respecting person would do in this situation, right? 

“Nice to meet you guys!” 

You exclaimed, tipping the drink in your hand and they returned the gesture, tipping their’s right back in your direction. 

“So, Nascar’s leading lady, huh? How’d you wind up, racing?” 

The one who’d introduced himself as Corbin asked and you giggled. 

“Oh, I’m not a driver! I enjoyed it a long time ago – my dad got me into it. But, I’m a sport’s reporter now, so I report on just about all of you.” 

At your revelation, Rafe almost spit out his drink, suddenly realizing who exactly you were and why you had probably made your way up to his garage the other night. Why had he made that stupid joke? 

“Anyways, Top, I’m here with Alex so I better get back to her. I’ll see you tomorrow though.” 

You said in a sweet sing-song voice before bringing him in for a hug. 

“Alright, call me if you need anything.” 

He said, rubbing the back of your hair. You nodded in response before pulling away and heading back to the dance floor where ALex was grinding on the man she had earlier been flirting with. Topper’s eyes lingered on your figure, making sure you got from point A to point B before tearing his eyes away. 

“Topper, please tell me that’s not who I think it is.” 

Rafe asked with bewildered eyes. 

“Well, who do you think it is?” 

Topper questioned. 

“She’s the hot broadcaster, isn’t she? The one all the guys like?” 

Rafe asked, fear lacing his normally overzealous and cocky tone. 

“She’s more than that, but yeah, that’s the same girl. Why?” 

Topper quickly responded. 

“I. fucked. up. – Top.” 

He muttered in a voice so low and choppy, enunciating the words in a tone so serious yet quiet that Topper almost didn’t catch what he said under the pressure of the music against his ears. 

“What did you do this time?” 

He questioned, annoyance lacing his tone. 

“I may or may not have made a joke at her expense when she came to interview me the other day.” 

Topper rolled his eyes in response.

“Rafe, what did you say to her?” 

He growled, grinding his molars against each other.

“I may or may not have asked her if she was an escort?” 

He replied sheepishly. 

“God! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” 

Topper was yelling at this point, so unabashedly ashamed of Rafe’s behavior and his incessant need to ruin everything. He found it comical really, the way Rafe had the ability to put his foot in his mouth within moments of meeting women; his douchebaggery could . Though, this time, it was at the expense of you – someone topper cared for deeply, and you – you weren’t just some girl in a bar. 

“I was trying to be funny and she looked so sad, Topper.” 

He replied, seemingly remorseful. 

“Of course she did, you idiot! What? You thought she was going to be happy about that?” 

He asked in an accusatory tone and Rafe could only glance between you and back to Topper, like a chastised dog. 

“Rafe, you need to find a way to make it right. She’s sweet. Joke or not – she didn’t deserve to be made to feel like that.” 

Topper growled.

“I promise, I will.” 

Rafe muttered in response, tipping back the neck of the beer bottle as it met his lips. 

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Falling for Fezco (Again)

Explaining why you and Fezco had broken up was hard. You two had been arguing more and making up less. Your family hated him, and every other girl seemed to want him. In the end, it was Fezco who ended things beacuse in his words you were  “fucking crazy.”

For the past couple of weeks, you’d been in shambles. Tonight, though, was supposed to be the last time you’d sit around feeling sorry for yourself. As your best friend Maddy said, “The best way to get over a man is to get under a new one.” So, that’s how you ended up at some random party, desperately pulling down the skirt you borrowed from Maddy. You two had promised to stay close, but you lost her while taking your third shot of straight vodka.

You reached the best stage of tipsiness—where the self-conscious voices in your head quieted, but you were still aware enough to avoid doing something you would regret tomorrow. You walked out to the center of the room, swaying to the music. You stayed like that for a while until, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Maddy leaving with some guy. Without thinking, you followed her to remind her that you two were supposed to stick together.

As you approached the door, some drunk girl collided with you, her body weight sending you sprawling. Your oversized platforms tripping you up, and before you could brace yourself, you hit the floor hard. The impact jarred your teeth, and a sharp pain shot through your palms as you tried to catch yourself. 

The room seemed to freeze for a moment, and the music felt distant. You lay there, face-down, as a hush fell over the crowd. Whispers and snickers spread through the onlookers. You could feel the heat rising in your throat.

Yeah, this night was the worst.

You got up quickly and stumbled into the kitchen, taking another shot or two or three. You had lost count now. Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around to see a guy you recognized from either your English or Geometry class,your brain was too foggy to know and to be honest you didn't care.

“Hey, do you want to dance?” he asked.

“Yeah, why not,” you slurred.

He led you to the dance floor, his hands on your waist but creeping lower. You started dancing, feeling him press against you. You turned back and giggled, but he kept his grip too low. When a slower song came on, he began grinding into you and kissing your neck. You stood there, trying to avoid making things awkward but wanting him to stop. Finally, the song ended, and he whispered in your ear, “Wanna go upstairs?”

“Oh, um, I’m good. I’m not really in the mood—”

“It’s fine, let’s just go,” he insisted, grabbing your wrist and heading for the stairs.

“No, I really don’t want to,” you said, pulling your hand back.

“Whatever, bitch,” he said, walking away.

Now you felt even worse. You stumbled to a couch, fished your phone out of your purse, and did the unthinkable:

 you called your ex.

He answered on the second ring. “Hello? Y/N?”

“Fezzy,” you slurred.

He sighed. “Are you drunk?”

“Mm-hmm,” you began to cry. “I was at this party with Maddy to get over you, but she left, and this guy kept touching me. Then he called me a bitch.”

“who?,” he asked.

“Fezzy,that doesn't matter, just please come pick me up. I’m sorry, and I still love you!” you cried, hiccups interrupting your sobs.

“I’ll be there in five.”

When Fezco arrived, you were sitting on the couch, hugging your knees. You stood up as he walked in, and his eyes widened. Despite your mascara-streaked cheeks and unruly hair, he hadn’t seen you in weeks, and somehow, you looked even prettier.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you home.”

“Okay,” you sniffled, heading for the door. The guy from earlier spotted you.

“Slut,” he muttered under his breath. You tried to ignore him, but Fez didn’t.

“You want to say that again, punk?” Fezco said, sizing him up.

“Yeah,” the drunk boy repeated. “That girl is a fucking whore.” Before the words had fully left his mouth a punch landed with a sickening crack, snapping the boy’s head to the side. The crowd gasped collectively, and the boy stumbled but Fezco wasn't done He followed up with a series of brutal, relentless blows

You tried to intervene, your voice broke with desperation “Fez! Fezco! Stop, he isn’t worth it! Fezco, stop!” 

Fez stood up and dusted himself off. “Let’s go,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You woke up on Fezco’s couch in yesterday’s outfit—shoes and all—with a pounding headache and a parched tongue.

“Ughhh,” you groaned, sitting up to take the aspirin Fezco had set aside for you.

“That bad, huh?” Fezco asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I feel like I just got hit by a truck.”

“You want some waffles?” Fezco asked, gesturing to a box of frozen waffles by the toaster.

“No, I should probably get going,” you said, turning for the door.

“Really, Y/N? You’re just going to leave after what you said yesterday!?”

“What did I say?” you asked, playing dumb.

“That you still fucking loved me!” he shouted, exasperated.

“Well, I don’t, Fezco. I was drunk and upset!” you yelled back.

“That’s bullshit. Just tell the truth!”

“Why the hell should I? Just so you can break my heart again!”

“No, because I was fucking wrong. Damn it, why do you make it so hard to say shit? I was wrong, okay? I shouldn’t have broken up with you,” he shouted, raising his hands in frustration.

“Then why the hell did you?”

“Oh my god, Y/N, just stop.”

Without warning, his hands were on you, grabbing your face roughly. His lips crashed into yours with a force that stole your breath away. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of anger and need. He tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled you closer. His hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling your body flush against his. The contact sent a shockwave through you, and you arched into him, deepening the kiss. Your tongues clashed, each of you fighting for dominance, the taste of him mingling with the metallic hint of blood from where you’d bitten your lip.

He pushed you back against the wall, the force making a picture frame rattle. His grip tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your skin in a way that was almost painful but only fueled the fire inside you. You bit his lower lip, tugging at it, and he groaned into your mouth, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

Your hands slid down his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. You tugged at his shirt, needing to feel more of him, to erase the distance between you. He helped you, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

He lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, and carried you to the couch. He trailed his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You moaned and tilted your head back, giving him better access, your breath coming in ragged gasps. His mouth never left your skin, trailing kisses across your collarbone, down to the hollow of your throat. Each touch was electrifying, sending waves of heat coursing through you.

Your hands found their way to his back, nails digging into his skin, you heard a groan from deep within his chest. The sound vibrated through you, making your pulse race even faster. He shifted, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below your ear, and you could feel his breath, hot and ragged, against your neck.

“Wait,” you said, pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing—well, um, what does this mean for us?”

“I don’t know. What do you want it to mean?” Fezco asked.

“I don't know, I just don't want to get hurt again”

“I won't hurt you again, I promise baby”

You stared at Fezco, the weight of his promise hanging in the air between you. For a moment, everything else faded—the pounding headache, the throbbing pain from the previous night. It was just the two of you, raw and exposed.

“I love you, baby,” you admitted.

“I love you more,” Fezco said, wrapping his arms around you, and everything felt right. 

You didn’t care that he was a dealer and you had never even gotten a speeding ticket. You didn’t care that he was 20 and you were in high school. All that mattered was that he loved you and you loved him. That was enough. As you lay there together, tangled up in each other, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful that things would work out this time.

Yall thank you for reading!!!

[condenhorn]

giving bi-han a cunt w/ bear trans-male reader having a (slight?) breeding kink ;)

A/N: not my best work :( i haven’t posted in a few days due to work but eat up <3

before your transition, you vowed to get bi-han pregnant. one way or another, that is. it was the ultimate goal. dirty, heinous thoughts about your sparring partner rattled your brain endlessly to no sedation. and now since you’ve transitioned, that feeling has been more visceral. more than ever. but you were absolutely sure that bi-han did not want anything to do with you that way.



bi-han, while harsh, treated you like an equal from the start. saw you as a man from the jump and continued down the line, never faltering with his fighting tactics or insults because you were born the opposite gender, which was very reassuring. you grew close to him because of it.

when you started transitioning medically, his personality nor nature didn’t change. if anything, he tightened up to keep up with you. as your muscles were starting to grow more prominent and visual, hair started growing everywhere, and your voice was much deeper than you ever thought, which he took note of.

he insisted on sparing much more than before once you begin your medical journey, his moves more erratic and forceful, his ice seemingly like he was going to kill you at some points in time. and you put your damnest into sparring with him because essentially, he's one of the few that doesn't make it easy on you.

and so you trained. day in and day out, getting recreational tips from all earthrealm warriors alike. even johnny had a bit of input with fighting strategies besides hitting someone in the balls. but none of them equated to bi-han's which stuck with you. tighten your stance, swing hard but not crazy, always make sure you're blocking your chest each time you come back to your form, keep your balance at all times.

as you grew, the fights got more and more dangerous, blood splattering over tatami mats, vicious growls from each other, shoving one and the other onto the floor until you finally managed to pin bi-han down in a rather peculiar position, winning. your arms far more larger than his, a growing beard, it even seemed like you got taller. and that made bi-han’s cunt throb with you glaring down at him, lungs heaving for air, a lopsided grin declaring your victor.

since that day, bi-han was variously flustered with each time you managed to pin him down, with you growing more and more concerned on what was going on, not knowing after the sparring sessions was when bi-han got himself off from your strong arms forcing him down to the floor.

failed grunts devolving to whimpers as he thrusts two fingers in his cunt, rocking himself against his fingers while using his other hand to stroke his clit. imagining that the pillow in front of him was you shadowing his entire body. thick, coarse hands all over leaving nothing untouched and thus he came undone. drenching the sheets below him with his cum and slick, struggling to take in deep breaths to calm himself down.

the next day counted for another spar session, you ready and willing to take bi-han down again, the latter seemed more aggressive and angry today than ever as his face muscles twitched and his knuckles tightened while you readied your stance. blow by blow you both exchanged as you catch bi-han again and pinned him to the ground. he writhed in your grip, you declaring victor once more for the third time.

but bi-han’s horny thoughts got the best of him as he rolls his hips against yours, grinding steadily with his cheeks hot and dusted pink, his face the same as usual, intimidating. this shocks you because there was no way that the lin kuei’s grandmaster was taking a liking towards you of all people. was this a dream or literal insanity?

frozen stiff, you look down at bi-han with the widest eyes and that got him to look away, asking him what was that. because this was new. for both of you. bi-han growing to regret his actions while your eyes slowly transitioned into what equates hunger and want in the passing moments.

bi-han, of course, thought it was silly and a broken pipe dream bc there was no way for something to happen after that. but as soon as he saw you staring him down, his cunt throbbed under its weight, taking a handful of your shirt to yank you down to his level and slot your lips between his. rough and aggressive, just how he acted. biting the bottom of your lips and licking his once he separated himself, his cunt eliciting much slick from tasting you.

and that’s how you got the man in your bed, spurring curses your way because your cock was stretching him out like crazy, making him feel so full. as he bounced on your cock, you felt bi-han’s cunt contort around it as if it was trying to suck you back inside with each rise and lift he did that your tip was only inside before slamming back down for it to prod about his sweet spot, making his form delirious.

taking note of it, you grab his hips and slam him down on your cock whilst fucking into him, his weak groans developed into whimpers, his voice cracking under the pressure of your cock spearing him senseless. his hands gliding against your heaving chest beaded with sweat.

not having enough, you took over, having bi-han fall to the bed with his legs casted up onto your shoulders, a firm grip on his hips as you drive him to meet up with your thrusts. the speed nearly tripled from the last as bi-han struggled to keep his voice low, still with the insults and now threats, saying that he’ll kill you once you’re done with him, once you breed him full of your ‘cum’, ample and swole. grunts that were nearing to animalistic, your voice grew hoarse, spurring things such as filling bi-han up to the brim, that he’ll be leaking all over the sheets with your cum.

you grab bi-han’s legs, spreading them apart to feel more of him contort under your hold, his clit now out there for you to see, having him clawing for purchase amongst the sheets. but bi-han was unable to as he came all over your cock, wetting both your thighs and the covers beneath the two of you. his head arching back, nearly hitting the backboard as his violent jerks and gasps were more congenital because of you fucking him within an ounce of his life. his cunt tensed and fluttered, velvet walls suckling your cock, wrapping it nicely as his cunt begged you to stay in each time you pulled out.

bi-han’s voice now timid, brain devolved to whimpers and moans, diving into overstimulation as he didn’t have the strength to insult anymore, having to be condensed to a rag doll with you continuously grabbing his legs and fucking into him as his body cooled.

you feel yourself getting close, your cock building up by the second with an easy glide in and out of bi-han’s cunt, the noised making bi-han seethe in his skin and hide his face. until you finally came. painting his walls of clear squirt, the latter arching his back into it, trying not to whimper from the feeling but it came out pathetically.

a few more shallow thrusts had bi-han very overwhelmed, you slowly pulling out to rest right on his clit made him want to kill you on the spot, but feeling your ‘cum’ leaking out of him put him on a high that he’d never thought to experience.

one day, you’ll impregnate bi-han for real, one way or another. and you told him this, with him having to scoff at your silly fantasies and brushing it off. but he’d never admit that he wanted you to.

[nr1chaedickrider]

'Fate.'

(fluff) ,smut and angst?| Knight!Momo x Knight!reader | listen to this while reading!

War.

A word you hear too often. It's like a greeting. No matter where you are, everyone talks about it in the kingdom.

Every third day a patrol in the woods, they are so beautiful, but partly destroyed by attacks.

It's a day like any other, get up, put on your armor, go. At least you are not alone, Jihyo, your elder master accompanies you with her friend Jeongyeon.

But you might need them at one moment in particular.

"I hear something..." you say, you are almost back at the castle, but a rustling in the bushes catches your attention. Jihyo and Jeongyeon look at you with a questioning look.

"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up." you add, "You sure?" asks Jihyo worriedly, you nod which she returns as she continues with Jeongyeon.

You unsheathe your sword and slowly walk towards the noise. Peering through the bushes, you see a knight.

Or rather, a female knight.

Her rather long black hair is tied up in a ponytail. Her forehead is covered by a fringe. You only see her side profile, but it's like she was gifted by Aphrodite. While she breathes, her plump, pink-ish lips slightly part. Her sword is stuck in the grass next to her. She sits on a bigger stone, her armor less than yours. Her chest and stomach are protected, a helmet in her left hand, but you can see her well-trained arms. A few veins peek out on her hands, probably because of the heat.

But wait a minute. She is a knight. A stranger in your kingdom, which you are supposed to protect.

You got too distracted and she used that.

You feel yourself being thrown to the floor, when you turn around you see her. The knight you've obviously been thinking too much about. How did she manage to get here so quickly?

You take a few steps away, your sword in your right hand, you hold it with a strong grip. She comes closer.

"Well, were you distracted? By my beauty?" she teases you. Now that you can see her from the front, you finally start to notice it.

She is one of the most famous knights among many kingdoms. (That she's also so pretty is just a bonus..)

"You wish," you say. You've never met her, only heard stories of her. Big stories about her, how strong she is supposed to be. Now you're going to find out what she's like.

"Why are you here? You're not part of our kingdom." you say, you notice that she's really starting to pick up her sword now, it's obviously getting more serious, and maybe more dangerous, but for whom?

"What do you think? Hm?" she says, slowly coming closer.

"Leave now and you'll get out of here alive" you reply. You couldn't and wouldn't completly kill her now, but a threat should be rather more effective.

"We'll see about that." she says, her expression changing. From a relaxed, self-confident expression to a... slightly more aggressive one? Like it's only now that it's so serious and before that it was just some kind of "game".

It happens faster than you thought, Momo runs at you and lunges, you still manage to escape quickly, but you can hear the unpleasant grinding that came out when she hit your armor on your back. "You're fast." you say, slightly out of breath.

"So are you," she replies.

You swing out and hit her, a small cut in her upper arm. You immediately realize that it's smarter to aim for the unprotected parts, and it looks like she realizes it too.

"Fuck." she curses. Her teeth grind as you take a few steps back again.

"Now you can still go." you say, a smirk on your lips. Maybe you're enjoying this a bit, after all, it's more interesting than training with Jihyo....

"You wish" she runs towards you, and you really didn't expect this to happen. Her sword against your face, a cut just below your eye. The pain comes immediately, the burning becomes more extreme from 0 to 100 in a second. You take a few steps back, but fall onto the grass. You see a shadow come over you, Momo looks down at you.

"You're lucky I don't ram this sword into your chest right now." she says, again with a grin. That fucking grin. You only see her grinning, and you hate that.

But somehow you don't. Somehow, you want to see it again.

She feels better than you, and is better than you by the looks of it. She takes your sword and sticks it in the grass, just a few inches from your head. "I'm sure I'll see you around baby." she says and says goodbye, as she's further away she calls for help, probably to get the attention of Jihyo and Jeongyeon. When the two of them turned to look behind them, Momo was already gone, but you were still lying there injured.

-

"How could you let that happen?" asks Jihyo, you sigh. It's been about a week and you're allowed to train again, and she's not just going to let this chance slip away. You pull up your loose brown pants slightly as you hold a wooden staff in your hand, a so-called "sword substitute" (as Jihyo would always call it..).

"Oh and, Tzuyu wants to see you" she says as she takes the wooden staff from your hand and puts it back. You nod and make your way into the castle to talk to her.

"Come in" says Tzuyu after you knock.

"You wanted to see me, princess?" you say, closing the door behind you as you walk to her. She flips the book closed which she was probably reading. "I told you to stop with these formalities..." a small sigh, "The ball is soon, I want you to accompany me." she says, you look at her in surprise.

"Me? Have you seen my face? This huge scar is not completely healed yet. It's going to look weird" you say.

"Believe me there are worse companions at the ball, you're probably the prettiest one there" Tzuyu replies and smiles, you nod. You can only agree, she is the princess after all.

-

"You can't take your sword with you." says the knight standing in front of you, you look at him in wonder while Tzuyu stands next to you. "I'm her escort, I'm there for protection???" you ask confused. "Sorry, rules because of the war. You can get it back afterwards." You sigh and nod as you take your sword out from your belt and hand it to him. Tzuyu walks ahead and you follow behind her,

"I'm looking for my princess." she says and smiles at you, "Have fun, enjoy yourself a bit, at least try!" she adds and leaves.

That's right. She does have someone.

You look around and get a drink while the small orchestra plays slow-dancing songs. After a few minutes, a next piece starts, and you see how everyone has suddenly found a partner to dance with, you're about to turn and walk away as,

"Do you need a dance partner?" asks Momo in her teasing voice. You turn and look at her.

"Your dear princess told you to have fun, didn't she?" she says, grinning as if she had won a game.

"Where is your princess?" you ask, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Probably talking to yours right now" Momo answers, still with that grin.

Right, you forgot. Tzuyu is always talking about Dahyun. Dahyun here, Dahyun there... And you completly forgot that Momo is Dahyun's escort everywhere they go.

"So, would you like to dance with me?" she asks, as she takes your hand and pulls you into the crowd without letting you answer.

It definitely looks odd when you're just standing there, she points out. You face each other, with her hand on your hip and yours on her shoulder, while your other hands interlock.

"Your scar," she says in a sultry voice, "it's stunning and really suits you." I've created a masterpiece," she whispers, grinning at you as you two dance a slow waltz. She holds your hip with a firm grip, leading you with ease.

"I hate you," you say in response, but a small turn from her brings you even closer together.

"That's what they all say. Deep down, you know you love it more than you like to admit," she whispers, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek.

"I'd stab you with my fucking sword if I would have it on me." you say, dancing along the big room with her while she leads you.

"Well too bad I told Dahyun that she shouldn't allow any swords in here. I knew what your plan was" she answers and smirks at you. Maybe those stories about her are true. She is indeed very smart. But very annoying.

You sigh, your head filled with thoughts of how to kill her in many different ways.

"You know, I think it's Fate that we see eachother again" Momo says and breaks the akward and (rather only from your side) angry silence.

"I don't believe in Fate." you coldly answer, Momo nods and chuckles lightly as you two continue dancing to the, painfully, slow song.

People slowly start applauding as the piece ends, so soon already? you ask yourself. You look at Momo and she grins at you again. You shake your head and walk out of the palace, onto the terrace. It is already dark outside, the sun almost down. The wind is fresh, but not too cold. You lean against the railing. But your peace is disturbed after a few minutes, and of course it's Momo.

"I brought you something." she says, you turn around and see two glasses filled with champagne in her hands. She walks over to you and hands you one, she drinks a little from her glass and then looks at the sun setting down.

"You're not going to try to kill me now are you?" you ask, looking at her. "Don't worry, I'll do that another time, but we're at a party here. That would be inhumanly..." she answers and laughs a bit. You nod and agree with her. You take a sip and feel the warmth of the alcohol fill your throat.

"Tzuyu and Dahyun are cute together" Momo says as she plays around with her glass.

"They're only doing it for peace between the kingdoms anyway." you reply and take another sip, Momo looks at you, you look at her.

"I think what they have is real, she's always talking about Tzuyu, how great she is and stuff" Momo says and laughs as she remembers Dahyun's words about how great Tzuyu is and how much she wants to marry her.

"They are two women Momo" you say and sigh. You finish the last sip of your drink and put the glass on the small table next to you.

"And? That doesn't change anything" She answers.

"It does, people only "accept" them because they are the princesses, but soon or later they won't have the support anymore." you say, your eyes drifting back to the view infront of you.

Momo sighs as she also puts away her empty glass.

"I'm scared," you say, though it's more of a whisper. She looks at you, her gaze speaking a thousand questions.

"I'm afraid of love...", a pause. The water in front of you is as good as still.

"..between two women." you finish your sentence. Momo is still looking at you, but her look is one of a more understanding one.

"Why?" she asks, her question also quiet, as if someone could hear her, even though you two are completely alone.

"I don't know... It's just... acceptance and everything. People would loathe me. I'm afraid of losing my life." you answer, your head turned in Momo's direction.

"I was young. I've seen it before, I've experienced it before. Her traveling to another country in the end was the best thing for both of us." you continue, your hand holding onto the railing, stabilizing your, at this moment, weak body.

Momo nods and looks down, as if she is thinking. After a few seconds she grabs your wrist, her warm hand on your colder one surprising you as she pulls you along. She pulls you along behind her, down from the terrace to the water, onto the stony beach. A few meters before the water she lets go of your wrist and goes into the water, her dark blue suit gets completely wet and turns black. She looks to you.

"It's your choice." she says, the water covers almost her whole body, the sunset illuminates everything perfectly, it's like her brown eyes are shining. For a moment you consider if this is stupid, if you should just walk back into the palace, but your impulsive thoughts overtake you.

You run into the water, it's cold, yet somehow so pleasantly warm. Momo smiles as you run to her, letting the water carry her as only her head and parts of her body peek out. Her face becomes clearer and clearer in the rather dark light. You do the same as her, letting the water carry you, as good as almost beside her.

"I never thought you could be so emotional," says Momo, turning her head in your direction, which is now partially submerged.

"Me neither," you admit.

"It's strange. Being here, in the water. With you." you say and look at her too.

"We're enemies," she replies and laughs a little.

Unfortunately.

You think, but it scares you to say it.

"Yes," you just answer and stare up at the sky.

"It's normal to feel like this," says Momo. "It's normal to be afraid of it."

You start to laugh.

"I'm a very well respected knight, and I'm afraid of my feelings. I should be afraid of war, or of attacks on the kingdom I serve. But no, my biggest fear is love." She's still looking at you, and again with that understanding expression which confuses you so easily.

"Don't look at me like you love me or something," you say, but as you say it you can't help but grin a little, like an idiot, an idiot who's in love.

She laughs. "That's what you hope," but suddenly her hand comes up to your face and you don't know what to do.

Keep your distance? Attack her? Ask her what she's going to do?

Just let her do it?

Momo slowly strokes your scar, which is there because of her, and smiles.

"It's healed pretty well even though it has just been a few weeks" she says, "I'd really apologize for that, but like I said, it looks good on you" a giggle from her which you return.

Fuck.

That's not normal. The way you talk to Momo is not normal. The way you laugh is not normal.

That you let her touch you like that is not normal. Not at all.

This laying on the water like two newly in love is not normal.

Is it?

You stand up and look around you, Momo also stands up and looks at you confused.

"I think it's better if I leave," you say and walk towards the shore, back onto the stones. She's right behind you.

"Wait." she says, you turn around, but somehow wish you hadn't.

She comes closer and faster than you can react, she kisses you on the cheek. Her cold, soft lips on your cold cheek sends a shiver down your spine. So cold, but somehow it warms you up, gives you that feeling in your body that you wish you would never experience again. She takes a step back and looks at you, but no words come out of your mouth, you turn around and go back into the palace, on your way to find Tzuyu to go back home with her. Leaving Momo alone at the water.

-

A cold night.

You don't know what you're doing here, why you stroll around the woods right next to Dahyun's Kingdom. But it's like something is pulling you here. Something that wants you here.

Or rather, someone.

Or to be exactly clear, Momo.

You stand infront of the 15 feet thick stone wall that protects the building, your knife inbetween your teeth as you climb it. You look around to see if there are people watching, then you jump down, slowly and quietly walking to the building for servants, the place where Momo is.

As you enter, you hear a manly voice behind you.

"Who are you." you turn around and see a Knight, problably on his night duty, talking to you.

"Nobody" you answer, before he can react, you punch him and drag him away. You throw him on the floor, getting on top of him and slashing his throat. Maybe it's a bit harsh, but he is known for being weird, so why not do a favor to the people living here?

His blood splashes against your loose t-shirt as you get up and walk to the stairs, to the top floor, the biggest room, for the best Knight in the Kingdom.

You slowly enter the room, closing the door behind you as you look at the bed. Momo sleeping peacefully.

You walk closer, putting down the knife on a random table of hers and turning your back to the bed.

But maybe you shouldn't have done that.

You feel a knife against your throat as Momo presses her body against yours. Her breathing into your neck, it's hot.

"What are you doing here?" she says, holding her knife in a tight grip, still against your throat, in a way it doesn't cut, but hurts because of the pressure she is applying.

"I wanted to see you" you say, she turns you around and looks at you. She looks down on your body and now that she is clearly looking at it, she can see the splashes of blood.

Some on your clothes, some on your face.

Saying that she enjoys seeing you like this is an understatement.

It turns her on.

"Well" she answers, putting away her knife as she sits down on the bed, leaving space next to her so you can sit with her, which you gladly do.

"And why exactly are you here? Why do you want to see me?" Momo asks while looking at you.

"I dont know... You've been on my mind since the Ball, i just don't know what to do anymore" you start saying.

Momo really tries to listen, but those blood drops really do something to her. Her eyes drifting to your lips, to your hands, everywhere.

And you, of course, start to notice that. It's like the need to talk disappeared and another need appeared.

Your lips crash together with Momo's in a second, your hands on each side of her cheek to pull her even closer while your tongues dance with eachother in your mouth. You pin her to her bed, getting on top of her while one of your leg is inbetween hers, pressing against her core as you slowly move it.

"Didn't think you are that needy.." you breathe out in a quick kissing break when you realised Momo is grinding on your thigh, seeking for friction so badly.

"F-fuck-" Momo curses as your hand goes under her loose nightgown, teasing her hardened bud. Your lips trail down her jaw, leaving kisses here and there, sucking at her pulse point as you can feel her wetness drenching your pants.

You need her crying for you.

You leave her neck, pulling at her gown so she can take it off, throwing it somewhere on the floor, you feel your cheeks turning a little red at the view of her breasts, beautiful, like a painting. Your eyes trail down her body, eyeing her wet pussy.

"So wet.. you're so cute"

"Stoppp... ughh" she says which makes you laugh, she looks away, her hands on her thighs.

"Why should I? You like it, don't you baby?" you whisper into her ear, your hand goes down on her body, taking her hands and interlocking her fingers with yours. You pin both of her hands next to her hand while you slowly place kisses all over her naked body, the closer you get to her core, the more her breath hitches.

"Stop teasing.." momo breathes out, looking down on you while you're infront of her cunt.

"You're so needy. I love seeing you like this." you say, breathing against her core and sending shivers down her spine. She holds onto your hands as you go through her folds with your tongue, circling her clit as she squirms a little.

"Please-.." she moans, grinding against your tongue, how can you not give her what she wants if she is being so cute?

You smirk as your tongue moves to her hole, slowly going in and out of it, her taste is even better than you've imagined.

Momo lets go of your hands and grips your hair, pushing you closer to her core as she locks her thighs around you.

Yeah, you definetly forgot how strong she is.

You're shocked, but start to eat her out like a predator who just found its favorite prey.

Your tongue goes in and out of her so fast, slurping noises fill the room as momo grips your head tighter, her thighs almost making you choke.

"Fuck.. i-im close.." she moans after some minutes, already squirming around, her thighs let go of your head as you eat her out, your nose hitting her clit here and there which makes Momo yelp.

You move faster, her hip shakes as she cums, juices flowing into your mouth which you drink immideatly.

"Oh god-.." she breathes out in exhaustion. You get up and kiss her, Momo blushes at the taste of her juices coming from your mouth. You both kiss eagerly and part after some time, looking at eachother while breathing heavily.

-

"I-I can't-" Momo whimpers, her whole body shaking as you made her cum for the maybe fifth time? You lost track of it pretty fast.

A few tears leave her eyes, flowing down her cheek, you smirk at the sight.

"I thought you are strong? The strongest Knight of all... But look, you're crying desperatly while grinding against me." you say, stroking her cheek with your thumb.

How Momo looks like right now is something you wish you could really see everyday.

Her hair all messy, her bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead, her body full of hickeys and even some bite marks, her hands shaking a little, her swollen lips (both of them..), the drenched spot on the bedsheet right next to her core...

This is better than any exhibit Tzuyu forces you to look at. This is something you could look at forever without getting tired of it.

But sadly its not made to be with you forever.

You sit up rapidly as you look around your room, your face drenched because of sweat.

Did you just dream of having sex with your enemy?

Oh god. This shouldn't be happening.

You stand up and walk to your window, looking out of it. It's already bright outside, you can see Jihyo training outside and you decide to join her.

-

"You look like something is on your mind" Jihyo says as you both hold a wood sword in your hand.

"It's fine" you say, coming closer to her and try to attack her, but she quickly moves away as her sword hits your back.

"It's not. You can't fight with thoughts occupying your mind" she says. She is right, but admitting it is too emberrassing for you.

"Nothing is occupying my mind. I'm normal, nothings wrong. Okay? Now lets just get back to training." you answer, gripping the handle of your sword. Jihyo only sighs as you both start to attack eachother again.

But she is right. You can't concentrate with those thoughts.

She hits you in your rib, making you stumble backwards and falling onto the ground. "Ugh-" you let out. Jihyo walks to you, standing right infront of you. Her sword right on your chest.

"If you don't talk to me i'll make it hurt even more" she says. You sigh, but nod. She helps you sit and sits down next to you.

"Do you remember what happened in the woods a month ago?" you ask, looking down on the floor and playing around with the old bracelet on your wrist.

"Do you mean Knight Momo attacking you?"

You nod.

"I met her at the Ball," you begin saying, you can feel Jihyo staring at you.

", we danced together... we went out and drank a bit. We fucking went into water together while I talked about my fucking feelings" you say. You can feel yourself choking a little on the tears you try holding back.

"But I thought you're afraid of the water?"

"Exactly." you answer.

"Oh." Jihyo answers, it's like she knows what exactly what you're talking about.

"I never thought that something like this could happen again. It's like what happened years ago. She gives me this feeling... Which I just don't want to feel." you say, a tear falling onto the bracelet.

"It's normal to feel like this," she says, but you quickly interrupt her.

"That's what she said. Exactly the same... I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm scared Jihyo..." you look up at her, her expression a motherly one, full of concern. She takes you in her arms, her hand stroking your back as you cry into her chest.

"I feel helpless," you sob.

"It's not as bad as you think, believe me. But sooner or later you'll have to talk to her, but I can't tell you when that moment will come" she replies.

She's right, but when will that moment come that you have to talk to her?

-

You never thought it would come so soon.

It's a rainy night, everything around you is loud. People screaming, families hiding and seeking shelter.

The rain is falling on your armor, making everything even louder. Jihyo, Jeongyeon and you are walking along your assigned part of the forest when something comes up behind you, but unfortunately much too quickly.

Jeongyeon lets out a pained scream as a knife is stabbed through her body, you turn around but only see the person running deeper into the forest.

"Fuck.. Jeongyeon-" Jihyo says, helping her sit down somehow. "If I find this person... Oh believe me I will torture them so much" Jihyo says and is about to get up but you hold her down.

"Stay here. It's better if you stay with Jeongyeon. The others will be here soon," you say.

"But I can't just do nothing!" she replies.

"You're the best of us with medicine. You're Jeongyeon's hope, Jihyo. I'll run after the person and find them," you say, already hearing the voices of the other knights running around with you. Jihyo sighs and nods.

You look around you and then walk deeper into the forest, in the direction where the enemy ran. But somehow it looks too familiar.

"Y/n" you hear behind you. You turn around and see Momo, her sword covered in Jeongyeon's blood which is slowly getting washed away by the rain. You look around you, it's the same place where you first met Momo. She looks at you, you look at her and pull down your helmet, dropping it on the wet grass.

"Do you now believe in Fate? Because what is this, if not Fate?" she asks.

"Maybe." you answer.

There is some unsettling silence before Momo starts speaking again,

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't care what you did to Jeongyeon, Momo," you say. You're grateful that it's raining because you can already feel the tears coming.

"I can't fucking concentrate because of you. I can't fight properly because of you. It's killing me." She looks at you, and any person could see that she's confused.

"You're making me feel what I don't want to feel Momo. I don't want that..But..but you pull me in, you hold me tight with this strong grip that almost suffocates me" you sob, it's obvious you're crying. That the wetness on your face is not just the rain.

"I don't want to love my enemy. I don't want to love a woman..

I don't want to love you..." you say, it's more like a desperate cry.

"Just because we're two women doesn't mean we can't be together..." Momo replies and comes closer.

"You just don't understand... I can't. I'm afraid of it. I don't want to. I'm afraid of people, they'll judge me, I'll do it myself. We could never live in peace..." you say and continue sobbing, Momo looks at you with a sad look.

"I fucking love you" you whisper, but loud enough for her to hear.

A few tears stream down her cheeks.

"Stop pretending you somehow understand..." you say, your sword in a strong grip as you run at her and lunge to strike her, but she shields herself with her sword, causing your blade to slam into hers with a loud hiss.

"I know how you feel," she says, her pressure against your sword strong, but so is yours.

"I failed as a knight Momo. I have feelings for my enemy. There's not even a reason to fight you anymore. I should actually let you kill me." you say, more tears streaming down your cheeks, just like hers.

"I don't want to kill you, do you understand? I never wanted to do it." she says, her pressure on her sword easing and you push her a few steps away.

You breathe heavily as you stare at her and jam your sword into the grass, she looks at you confused.

You take off your heavy armor, your clothes immediately getting soaked by the rain.

"Please..." you say in a desperate tone.

"Y/n..." she walks towards you, her sword in her hand. She stands right in front of you, just a few inches away.

You close your eyes, expecting the pain that comes from the sword she stabs you with, but nothing happens.

The only thing that happens is her soft lips on yours.

You are shocked, but do nothing.

When you open your eyes, she is standing in front of you again.

"Why-..." you ask, her hand on your shoulder.

"I told you I never wanted to kill you," she says, her sword still in her hand.

"I wish you were a boy Momo" you say, looking at her with tears in your eyes, the rain stopped.

"I'm sorry not to fulfill your wish." she says, jamming the sword into your thigh, you scream as you take a few steps backwards and fall down.

Right on the spot where you fell last time.

"Momo-..." you say quietly, she looks down at you.

"I'm sorry." is all she says.

And just like last time, the only thing you hear before you pass out is Momo calling for help to get Jihyo's and Jeongyeon's attention.

Momo places a soft kiss on your cheek before she leaves.

The last kiss you both shared.

"I wish you were a boy too."

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Zero Chance, Pt 1

Summary: Dean, Sam, Reader, and Rowena hunt a new coven of witches who are loitering in the public eye.

Content: Swearing, drinking, dancing/grinding, mostly its just fluff.

This came about as a combination of my love of the dance floor and a prompt idea that I saw, which I'm not gonna share cuz it will ruin the fun. :) Happy Birthday to Jensen!

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“This is bullshit,” Dean hollered over the thudding bass. He threw back his glass of whiskey, downing the double like a shot, and slammed it down onto the bar with a scowl.

“It’s really that bad?” You asked back, cupping your hand over your mouth to be heard. Secretly you agreed with him, as it had been years since you had gone clubbing, and the heavy music was starting to give you a headache. But you weren’t going to let Dean in on that tidbit.

“This is some Twilight level stupidity right here!” He tapped his fingers on his glass, signaling to the bartender.

“More like Shadowhunters,” You muttered before you remembered who your audience was.

“What?” Dean yelled, his eyes furrowing together.

“Nothing,” You shook your head, signaling it wasn’t important. He started nursing his whiskey again, and you took a sip of your vodka cocktail.

You tried to look out over the railing, but a group of girls were contemplating what they wanted to do next and of course had chosen to stop right in front of you. After a couple of minutes, they finally moved along, giving you a better view of the large space. This club was huge, with a dual second-floor bar that wrapped around the entire balcony, and below an expansive dance floor with a full stage for entertainment. Currently a DJ was set up with two tables, pulsing techno music echoing through the facility. On the landing across the room, Sam and Rowena sat at the other bar, looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“Have you seen anything unusual?” Dean questioned, going for a third refill of his drink. You put a hand over his glass, shooting him a look, but he just glowered at you and pulled it away so the bartender could top it off.

“No. I’m starting to wonder if these witches really are doing what Rowena says.”

Dean sighed but made no other comment. You’d been apprehensive when Rowena had suggested that a new and upcoming coven was messing around with spells in local hangouts. It seemed more likely that she wanted to recruit them to join her “Mega Coven” and get them to back off the fresh blood in town that was interested in witchcraft. But Sam had launched into one of his rants about keeping magic out of the public eye and people getting hexed, and here you sat in a crowd 15 years younger than all of you. 115 if you were Rowena.

He may claim to not trust her, but Sam’s pretty soft when it comes to Rowena, you thought to yourself.  You took another sip of your drink, trying to pretend you were just out with some friends like a normal person.

Suddenly a familiar face caught your attention.

“Shit, its Lauren,” You gasped. Dean had lost rock-paper-scissors earlier, sending you two in to the herbal shop the coven used as their meeting place for some recon. Lauren would know it wasn’t a coincidence that you were here.

“Did she make us yet?” Dean asked, his back rigid. He threw a glance over his shoulder, trying to find where she was.

“No, but she’s headed this way. We can’t...shit…kiss me.”

“What?!” Dean’s eyes flew wide.

“Kiss me, Winchester!” You grabbed the edge of Dean’s flannel and pulled him into your lips frantically.

Your brain spasmed as you tried to comprehend what was happening. Dean’s lips were warm on yours but unmoving, frozen in shock. The hunter part of your brain had an eye open, trying to track as Lauren passed so you knew when the coast was clear. But suddenly Dean shifted, his mouth sucking lightly on your bottom lip, and a warm sensation spread through your stomach. Dean’s hand came around to the back of your neck, holding you to him as he opened his mouth, asking for entry with his tongue. Your mouth obliged before you could question it, tasting the whiskey like it was pouring directly into your mouth. Your tongues collided, and then the kiss was heavy, your body arching into his, and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“Get a room,” Someone at the bar scoffed.

Dean’s mouth left yours suddenly. You opened your eyes once you realized he had stopped (when exactly had you closed both your eyes?) and watched him. He was starting back at you, breathing heavily, his lips red from friction.

“What just happened?” You muttered, realizing too late it was stupid to ask considering it had been your idea.

“Is she gone?” Dean asked at about the same time, looking around for Lauren. Right, Lauren.

“I don’t see her,” you responded with a look in her last known direction. After blinking away the bliss that was fogging your brain, you turned and checked the stairs down to the first level. Lauren was standing with a few women right at the bottom. They seemed to be checking out people on the dance floor.

“Dance floor,” You and Dean announced together as you both spotted the coven. You looked over to try to get Sam or Rowena’s attention, but they had disappeared.

“You wanna get a closer look?” Dean was on his feet, his hands rubbing lightly along his thighs. You knew he was itching to just grab his gun and shoot them, but this was too public, and they hadn’t exactly done anything yet.

“You ever gone clubbing before?” You retorted.

Instead of answering, Dean took your hand and pulled you towards the stairs. Your brain short circuited again at the gentle pressure and warmth you felt in his grasp. What was happening? Taking the long way around the upper deck to the other side, Dean waited until the coven had dispersed into the crowd before leading you down. His hand stayed tight on yours as you moved between patrons, reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking out onto the dance floor.

The crowd was massive, swaying and jumping to the beat, and you felt the electricity and thrill of it all. You remembered how much you enjoyed going out in college, getting lost in the pulse of the music. Before you could help it, your hands were up in the air and you were swaying along rhythmically. Closing your eyes, you let yourself go for a minute. There was no hunt, no witches, just this moment and the beat. You felt so alive.

Then a hand grabbed your waist, and it wasn’t a solo anymore. You felt a solid body behind you, hips tight against yours, and before you could stop yourself your knees locked and you rolled your hips backwards. A low chuckle hit your ears, and your eyes flew open in realization: it was Dean. His hand came around to your stomach, pushing you into him even more, and you could feel his arousal against you.

“Don’t stop now.” Dean whispered into your ear, his chest flush against your back.

Slowly you started to rock back and forth, Dean easily keeping up with your rhythm. The song shifted, this one louder and more fast paced, and you covered Dean’s hand with yours as you danced together. Rolling and grinding your hips, you heard Dean’s breath hitch in your ear, and he intertwined your fingers. Then his mouth was at your neck, sucking gently, and your head flew back in bliss. Dean ground himself into you, his heat hard, and that coil in your stomach that you hadn’t heard from in years started to tighten.

I am grinding with Dean at a club, you thought in wonder. There had been some cursory glances and the occasional protective stint, but really you had never thought of Dean as anything other than a friend. But now you could suddenly imagine so much more happening, and while it would be amazing (this was Dean after all), it was also a little terrifying. What is this gonna do to our relationship?

Dean spun you around in his arms, pulling you tight against his waist, and then his lips were on you again. You moaned into his mouth as your hands found the short baby hairs on the back of his neck. You raked your nails against them, earning a groan back. Dean intertwined your tongues again, his mouth fully covering yours with an urgency you had never felt in a kiss.

There is zero chance we go back to being just friends after this.

A short scream carried over the top of the music, ripping Dean’s mouth away from yours. You both turned towards the back of the club, where the restrooms were, and saw purple sparks beginning to spin through the air.

Abandoning whatever had been happening out on the dance floor, you reached into your boot for your knife as Dean pulled his gun out of the waistband of his jeans. The crowd parted seeing you arm yourselves. Catching sight of Sam and Rowena already on the scene, you squared your shoulders and barreled into the fight.

Find Part 2 here!

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Third Times a Charm

Part 3 of my Vera X Vox story

Part 1 and Part 2 here!

A/N - This is my favorite part so far. It's all fluffy and fun. No NSFW in the chapter either.

CW for Valentino being an asshole 👍

Vox stared at his phone desperately waiting for a reply. The day had been rough thus far, business deals going sour, Val being, well, Val, and Vox was about one more disappointment away from another citywide blackout. 

His phone pinged. Nothing but an address and wink.

He let out a sigh, at least there was one thing he could count on. 

Vox and Vera had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and by seeing each other he means meeting up at a random location of her choosing and fucking until neither one of them could move. It was the best part of some of Vox's weeks, all the frustration and energy he'd built up could all be released into her body, or on it. She took it in stride too, always matching him tit for tat. She had even stopped stealing from him�� most of the time.

And he really needed it today.

The clock slowly ticked down as Vox moved from one project to the next, attending meetings, product reviews, and the odd interview, but finally 8 rolled around. He grabbed his coat and made his way to the door, but something halted him. A large looming figure that made Vox's heart sink.

"Voxxy, darling, my bed's been awfully cold recently." Valentino purred, pressing his back against the door and closing it. 

Vox turned on the charm, wanting to get out of this situation as fast as he could.

"Val! Sorry my sweet! I've just been so busy! You know, work and the regular grind!" He chuckled. "Speaking of," he tried to worm his way around Val, "I have another urgent meeting to get to." Vox had his hand on the handle.

"You're lying." Val's voice sang out, Vox froze. 

Suddenly the moth had gripped Vox's lapels. "What whore are you fucking behind me back Vox!?" Val's saliva was dripping from his mouth in a fluorescent pink stream and getting on to the coat in Vox's hand. He dropped it grimacing at the garment.

"Val I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." Vox tried another disarming chuckle, he placed his hand on top of Val's trying to slowly pry it off of him.

"Do you think I'm a fuckin joke? I can smell the bitch on you." Valentino's grip tightened as he pulled Vox closer. He had lifted him to the point Vox couldn't touch the ground anymore. 

"Val please-" Vox tried to choke out, feet grasping for purchase, his hands tightening around Valentino's. 

"You. Are. Mine." Val growled out, "and don't you fucking forget it!" Val's third arm came up and hit Vox in the face, the sickening crunch of his monitor rang in his own ears as he was sent careening backwards onto the floor.

"What the FUCK Val?" Vox gasped pieces of his broken screen falling around him like some macabre glitter. 

"I told you, you're MINE, and who's going to fuck you now with a face like that hmm?" Valentino smirked, shrugging nonchalantly as if he didn't just destroy Vox's face. 

"If you're that desperate for a fuck why don't you just call Angel? Oh wait…" Vox sneered, knowing damn well that would get under his skin. 

Valentino gasped, and Vox was sure there was going to be a lot more after that, but he had already zipped into the nearest camera and far away from the Vee Tower, his jacket forgotten on the floor. 

Before entering the bar that Vera had picked, Vox looked at himself reflected in the glass. He looked like shit, his entire left side was shattered, pieces were static while others were simply black. There was no way she was going to sleep with him now. He let out a low breath before entering the bar anyways.

It was never hard to find her, no matter how dark and filthy the place was. She stood out like a beacon in the mist calling him to shore. He had no patience for games tonight though, there was no time for their usual back and forth. 

"Oh, fancy seeing you here." 

He had no response, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to the nearest available room.

"Woah, hey, Vox what are you-" She tugged her wrist away, pulling him to face her. The silence was deafening when she finally saw his shattered face.

"Vox what happened?" She whispered, any playfulness in her eyes was gone immediately. This is what he'd been dreading.

"So are we going to fuck or what? Or am I not to your standards?" He threw up the air quotes at standards. 

He continued to glare down, a little amused to finally see shock pass over her features. Always so calm, even when her life's on the line, but this is what finally gets her to crack?

Vera stared hard at Vox hard, she bit her lip, obviously deep in thought. About what, Vox couldn't be sure, but it was making him nervous. He was starting to feel antsy until Vera grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him to the exit.

"Come on, keep up." She said as she kept pulling.

"What? Where are we going?" He stumbled along, the height difference was enough that being dragged by her made it difficult to move properly.

"My place, now come on." She had glanced back to gauge his reaction, but Vox had shut up at that. Following along like it was his job, a prominent look of confusion plastered on his face. 

The whole way to her building was silent, neither one saying a word, but her hand never left his. 

When they arrived Vox drank it all in. He really wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this looked more like an abandoned office building than a house. Windows were boarded up, trash littered the sidewalks, some homeless bum was asleep in the grass next to the place. 

"Welcome to the Palace of Mischief." She used her free hand to gesture towards the derelict building. 

Vox could only stare back, eye squinted in uncertainty. Vera giggled and pulled him up to the door. 

She pushed inside and the change felt dramatic. Dim lights illuminated the area, showing a space that seemed to have been decorated by an interior designer with severe decision paralysis. Statuary pieces littered the cabinets, floor, and desks, as well as a variety of plants. Near the entrance a Roman column stood by itself, taller than Vox, with an empty fish bowl at the top. A worn looking couch sat in the middle of the room with several mismatched quilts thrown atop it. 

Vera dragged him all the way inside and pushed him lightly on the couch, "Now you sit here, I'll be right back." Vox was still too shocked to speak, he couldn't even believe he was in her house to begin with. All he could do was nod dumbly and watch as she walked off to the kitchen area. He noticed all her little flames that usually circled her neck had scattered off in different directions. One flew off to hang around a rather tall grass-like plant, another flew off to nestle into the empty fish bowl, one even went to hang out near a bust of a rather severe looking man. 

"Make yourself comfy, I won't be long." Vera yelled from the kitchen. Vox looked at one of the throws next to him, he pulled it over on top of his thighs while still maintaining its folded integrity. He felt silly doing it, but everything felt silly right now. He continued to look around himself, the TV, he noted, wasn't Voxtech, Hell it wasn't even modern. There wasn't a single piece of Voxtech in the room at all, no wonder he had such a difficult time finding her, it's like she was living in the stone age. 

Her thighs came into view before him, he looked up, she had changed into something more casual and was holding two steaming mugs.

"What is all this?" He blurted out, feeling uncomfortable by the normalcy of everything. 

"This-" She nudged the mug into his hand, "is hot chocolate." She stated simply, he looked at the contents of the cups, small marshmallows danced around the top in the shape of stars.

Cute. He thought idly. 

"And this-" She gestured vaguely around her, "is a relax day. Now arms up." He did as she said, raising his hands and the mug above his head. Vera climbed on top, draping her legs on one side of his thigh with her back against the armrest of the couch. He lowered his arms back down, hands settling comfortably on her stomach. 

"Do you like movies?" He laughed, the incredulity of the situation finally catching up to him.

"Of course I like movies doll, I basically am one." He quirked a brow at her. 

She giggled, and it made him smile. Every time she laughed it made his heart stutter, especially.

"I guess that makes sense," she tapped her chin, "oh I have the perfect movie, one of my favorites." Vera picked up the remote, pressed a couple of buttons and the movie came to life on the screen. It was an older movie, black white, something he felt like he might've seen before, in a different lifetime.

"Does it hurt?" She whispered. Vox looked over, she looked concerned. Her fingers stretched out to delicately trace around his screen, careful not to mess with the shards.

"No, not anymore." He leaned into her touch. 

"What happened?" 

"I'd rather not talk about it." Vox grimaced at the memory. He didn't want to ruin the mood by talking about Valentino.

"I understand… but I am pretty sure I told you to get comfortable." 

"Wha- I am?" How else could he possibly get more comfortable, cozy house, pretty girl on his lap, what else was there?

Vera laughed and plucked the hat from his head. 

"Hey!" He yelped in surprise.

"How does this thing even work?" She asked, flipping the very thin garment back and forth.

"It's magnetic!" He snatched the hat back and threw it on the table. "Listen, I don't have a lot of options on headwear, you don't know how hard it is-" 

"Shhh, watch the movie." She pressed her finger against the right side of his face. He felt himself blush at the soft touch. It was stupid, they've had so much sex, like SO much sex, he should not be blushing at something so silly.

"But you just-" 

"SHHHHH."

Vox huffed and threw himself back against the cushion, a small grin tugging at his face. 

They sat in a comfortable silence as the movie played, sipping on their hot chocolates, laughing at the antics of the characters, especially when the leading man pushed his ex wife by the face. Vox laughed at the unexpected act startling Vera so much she almost spilled her drink. Eventually he felt Vera lean into him, head resting on his shoulder, he let his arm drift to her shoulder, fingers stroking the bare skin of her arm. 

He was at peace, Vox couldn't think of the last time he'd ever felt so comfortable before. There were no expectations, no demands, he could just sit here. Even with his screen broken, he felt okay. 

A subtle shift at his side made him look down, Vera's hair had fallen across her face, as she snoozed away quietly, her hot chocolate still resting in her hands. 

“A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk, you’re lit from within. You’ve got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts." The man in the movie professed his love to the leading lady.

But all Vox could do was stare down at the sleeping woman, admiring the way she breathed, the curve of her lips, her long lashes, his claws moved to brush the hair from off her face. He set his cup on the table and easily lifted her only to set her back down on the sofa. He took one of her many throws and laid it over her. 

He stood there staring for a couple beats longer, before leaving without another word.

His head was fuzzy, the whole event gave him whiplash. First Val's treatment and then Vera's, somehow it felt like they were both lying to him.

The first Voxtech security camera he saw he hopped into. He was heading directly back to his room, absolutely not wanting to deal with anyone.

As he zipped back to his penthouse he thought that even though he never fell asleep, even though she was in his sights the entire time, that she might have managed to steal something from him anyways, but he was too scared to admit to himself what exactly it was that she had stolen. 

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ch. v - Tequillageddon

fashion mogul!mingi × reader

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things aren't always what it seems but when even the truth is left unheard, what can people do? one musn't lie but what if the lie is more accepted than the truth? the scariest thing in this world isn't monsters or demons. it's people with no agenda and time to waste.

It's not like you HATED going out doing youthful things with your friends, no. It was just the fact that you had a change of mind when it comes to these things.

You remembered when you first turned 21, your friends hauled your ass to a bar and started what was later known as the Great 21st Century Tequillageddon. You couldn't remember the morning after nor did you remember much about the next three days. Despite your ex boyfriend's protests though, he still took care of you whilst scolding you and your friends for being so careless. After that, he would begrudgingly follow you along whenever your friends drag you out to experience nightlife. But he never ruin your night, he's not that type of guy. He did ruin your wedding (and his) before it even started so maybe you judged wrong.

The free association that happened in your head made you clench your glass hard. Your friends had taken you out that night to forget your stupid ex and the fact that tonight was supposed to be your wedding day. So you ordered a couple more drinks as quickly as you could to help yoy forget that and to help you forget that you were in some dingy dimly-lit room with grinding drunken strangers not 4 ft away from you. You were sure your friends were part of the sea of drunken people. They had ran off not too long ago to burn off some calories on the dance floor after unsuccessfully trying to get you to do the same. It was their failed second attempt and yoy were sure there would be a third and a fourth so you need to do whatever you can to find their attempts amusing rather than annoying. They could be rather relentless when they want to be.

You were so busy with your task that you hadn't realized the person appearing next to you. He was leaned on the bar and sadly too close to your drink his elbows were on the strap of your bag.

"Excuse me," you poked on his arm, trying to get his attention. At first, he only spared you a glance before sighing and turning back go try to get the bartender's attention. This surprised you because what is his problem? "Hey, excuse me," you tried again. This time, the man hung his head and shook it slightly before looking at you, "Look, usually I'd be more than happy to talk to a fan and answer all your questions, but right now I'm in desperate need to get a drink first so may I PLEASE have a moment to myself?" You couldn't believe the words that came out of this man's mouth and he seemed to mistook your shock as compliance. What he didn't expect was your no crap attitude so when you scoffed and poked him harder in the arm, he almost glared and told you off. But before he could even do that, you had pulled your bag from under his weight hard enough that his elbow slipped and his arm hit the table rather hard. The impact sent his mouth agape and expression dumbfounded which worked in your favour because you decided to point out his utter UNBELIEVABLE cockiness. "NOW you can have your damn moment," and you scooted away slightly from him as far as you could, avoiding bumping into the stranger on your right

Mingi felt ashamed of how he just assumed that you were there to bother him. It's not like you were going to care that he was on edge after what he said to you and he could have totally just ignored you to stew in his embarraassment but that was just not him. Mingi is a nice, down-to-earth guy which is fitting because as of that moment, still sharing a space with you, he wanted to dig a tunnel and just stay there.

You were rather sure that you wouldn't have to deal with him anymore and you could just stew until it's time for you to leave with your friends or they attempt another coercion. But the feeling of something wet and cold on your arm made you jolt in surprise. When you turned your head to your left, you were met with Mingi's sheepish grin and a hand extending out to offer you a glass of what you just had. "I'm sorry for being an ass," he said, taking his bottom lip between his teeth in doubt as he hoped that you'd take the peace offering. It wasn't like you liked holding a grudge nor were you even planning to hold a grudge, but you were not stupid enough to take a drink from a stranger. You looked between Mingi and the drink and Mingi looked between you and the drink, realizing what it seemed like after a moment. "I swear I didn't put anything here, look," he downed the drink in one go and signaled for the bartender, "Another one, please," he coughed up, surprised at the taste of the drink which made you smirk in amusement. "Not used to that, huh?" You teased and he shook his head quickly, "I'm a soju and daiquiry kind of guy, whatever it is you ordered taste like flaming cheetos dipped in gasoline then lit," he managed out between coughs.

Seeing Mingi struggling made you laugh a little and loosen up slightly. When the bartender came back with a new drink for you, you immediately took it which made Mingi feel relieved.

"So, why are you here alone?" Mingi asked once his throat felt like it wasn't burning anymore. You nodded to the direction of the dance floor, "My friends dragged me out here so I'm avoiding dancing because I honestly only come out here for a drink and to shut them up about being a workaholic. You?" Maybe the alcohol was more potent than you thought because you never would have expected for yourself to open up to a stranger like that. "Two of my friends have the same energy aa 2 month old puppies so they're burning their emergy on the dance floor too and the other one had to make sure they don't do anything stupid," intrigued, you asked more, "What do you mean stupid? Like... Go home with someone shady?" "Or split a timeshare with strangers. Last time they managed to book a family trip to the carribean with total strangers and thank god we can cancel them." Mingi grinned widely when he saw you throwing your head back and laugh. "Honestly, what I meant was what made you come out here to the club in general. From the way you talked to me just now, I think it's safe to assume that your job takes quite the toll in you," at the mention of his job, Mingi cringed but a soft tinge of red was visible from you mentioning how he had talked to you. "Well... I guess more or less the same as you. My job, no matter how much I love it, can has its downside and it can be rather... Vexing. So I'm here to let loose," he shrugged.

Talking was one thing, but when you offered your glass for Mingi to bump, he felt his heart did a little leap. "Here's to making peace with the shit that comes with our job," you said, waiting for him to reciprocate. Just before his glass bump yours, Mingi paused and pursed his lips, "How about... Tonight, we're not attached to our jobs? Our responsibilities. We're just two random people trying to let loose because we can, hm?" He suggested. The easy confidence that exuded from the man made the tips of your fingers tingle slightly. It was stupid of you to feel like that considering you had just met the man but you can't deny that the man before you made some feelings you had for him to bubble up. You convinced yourself that it was simply because the wound of him leaving was still fresh, they haven't healed completely and having a guy who's not platonically involved with you gave you attention was like someone poking the wound. Nevertheless, you bumped your glass with his before the two of you drink your respective drinks.

Once your glasses are empty, Mingi waved the bartender over and ordered you both something that you were unfamiliar of. The confused look on your face made Mingi chuckle and wave his hand casually, "Don't worry, you'll like this drink." With an eyebrow raised, you leaned back in your chair slightly, "Bold of you to assume the taste of someone whose name you don't even know," you pointed out. It didn't occur to Mingi that you both were yet to be acquainted because you both had open up about ypur jobs so casually. So he extended his right hand forward, faux seriousness obvious with the way he puffed his chest out, "I'm Mingi, nice to meet you," he introduced himself. Feeling cheeky, you shook his hand casually, "I'm... Bunny," you smirked. The look on Mingi's face almost made you burst out laughing because he looked like believed you for a second but then when he thought about it, something didn't seem right and finally, when he saw how you were trying your best to not bust a lung, he rolled his eyes and groaned. "Really? That's how it's going to be? I gave you my real name and you're hiding your identity from me?"

Before you can tease him even more, however, you felt a hand tapping your shoulder continuously in a rapid manner. "(y/n), (y/n), (y/n), (y/n), look, look, look- (y/n), ohmygodyou'retalkingtoaguygoshgoshgoshthisissoEXCITING," Yeosang spoke at a very quick pace that it was a miracle you even understood him. Rather than at his drunkenness, LTE rap speed words, or him tapping you endlessly, you were disappointed that your name had slipped through his mouth. In contrast to your disappointment however, Mingi was smirking in smug amusement.

Thankfully, before Yeosang could do more damage, Jongho and Yunho and swooped in and dragged him away with a string of complain.

"So..." Mingi started, the side of his head resting on his fist, "That's your friend, (y/n)?" He teased. You narrowed your eyes at him and pouted at the same time the bartender placed the unknown drinks in front of the both of you, "Don't be smug and don't you dare use my name to mess with me," you warned him as you took the glass and swirled the content around, smelling it to get a sense of what it might be. To reassure you, Mingi took a confident gulp of his own drink before speaking, "Don't worry, I promise I'm not a creep or like a criminal or something."

Again, you were somehow assured by this stranger's words. Is he still a stranger though after you found out his name? Whatever the status might be, you were couldn't help but maintain eye contact as you prove your trust in him by trying the drink that wasn't actually that bad, it tasted rather familiar even. "See?" He grinned, happy that his recommendation was to your liking, "Now, since we both are here to drink, why don't we try a couple more for the heck of it?"

You weren't sure when you had just stepped into the club that you were goung to have fun that night. Sitting alone in the bar was no help either and your friends couldn't even begun to persuade you to bust a move on the dance floor. But now, sitting with Mingi having fun by being boldly trusting with something as stupid as choosing a drink, you felt foolish for worrying in the first place. Little did you know, you'd get in a little bit more fun with Mingi than you expectex.

Well, a LOT more fun.

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I LOVE YOUR ANGST SO I WAS THINKING

can you write some angst where reader cheated on kylian but it was a mistake and she tells him but he forgives her because he loves her too much and he can’t stay without her? but please make it sadddd

please this was so sad to write

kylian mbappe x reader

Did you cheat?

You didn’t know how it happened, it just happened. One second you were having fun and dancing with your friends, the second later a man grabbed your waist and started dancing with you. It was probably the alcohol doing everything for you but in that moment you felt like a horny teenager once again, like you had just turned sixteen and all you wanted to be was being a cool teen showing around that you could catch men’s attention and have fun. You completely forgot that were in a three years long relationship with the most loving and caring man you’ve ever met. He was everything for you, he showed you how much he loved you every single day, with words and affection, he showed you how much he cared for you and now you were there standing in the dance floor with someone else man hands wrapped around your waist and his lips kissing your neck. His hands slowly got on your chest, squeezing lightly your boobs and making you moan a little. You looked at him in the eyes and in that moment you didn’t feel guilty or remorse, you were just being that teenager again. He brought his lips on yours and he kissed you, his tongue overpowering yours, fighting for dominance while his hands were back on your waist. He kept you so close that you could feel his boner so you decided to tease him a little bit and rubbed yourself on him, making him moan. You were lucky that no one could see you. Your friends went missing after they got their third drink, everyone was probably so high or drunk that they weren’t even paying attention to the two of you.

“You should leave with me…” he whispered in your ear and in that moment you felt sober again. You looked at him with a horrified expression, remembering that ten seconds ago you were grinding on his dick.

What have you just done?

“I-I have to go…” you said to him not even waiting for a proper reply, you were already out of the club.

You didn’t care for that man, he would find someone else to fuck tonight, all you cared about was Kylian and how you just fucked up your relationship.

You called a taxi to pick you up and bring you back home.

It was 3 am once you got back home and Kylian was already sleeping, you didn’t want to wake him up but you couldn’t even bring yourself back in the same bed as him so you simply changed your clothes and spent the night on the couch. A restless night because you spent it about thinking what you were supposed to do. Telling him? Pretending nothing happened? You were sure that the man you were dancing with didn’t even see your face so you had nothing to worry about. But something was eating you inside. Guilt. Remorse. Disappointment. Sadness. Anger.

“Bonjour mon amour” Kylian came into your view once he reached the living room “I didn’t hear you coming back tonight, did you have fun?” he asked smiling and sitting next to you on the couch.

Your mind was racing and you had no idea of what to do. You simply nodded at his question.

“I was thinking…since it’s my day off I think we should visit the new market you’ve been wanting to see for weeks” he spoke and your heart melted at his sudden care. Exactly. It was his day off and he wanted to do everything in his power do make you happy. You let a few tears fall, not being able to hold them back.

“Y/n, mon amour…is everything okay?” he asked a bit worried.

“I think we should talk…” you whispered not even being able to watch him.

“You’re scaring me babe…are you okay?” he asked softly.

“No…not really…” you cried. How were you going to tell him that you just cheated on him?

“I just want you to know that I’m really sorry…I’m so sorry Kylian, I never meant it to happen, I don’t know how-how it happened…I was too drunk to even understand what was going on…I’m so fucking sorry…I fucked up everything” you cried avoiding his gaze.

“What-what happened last night?” his voice shook a bit as he already knew what happened.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered not being able to say that you cheated on him “I love you so much but I don’t deserve you Kylian…all I do is hurting people and now I’ve just hurt the person I love the most” you said between tears.

“Did you cheat?” he asked, his voice showing no emotions “answer me for fuck’s sake…”

“Yes…” you whispered.

In that moment he stood up from the couch, this time, him not being able to watch you.

“Why?” he asked, his voice trembling, and tears falling from his eyes.

“I don’t know why…I was drunk and I felt like nothing mattered anymore. I forgot who I was, what I was doing…I forgot everything…” you confessed.

“You forgot about me…” he said and your heart broke again.

“I didn’t mean to…I never meant to hurt you Kylian…I’m really really sorry” you apologized again for the millionth time that night.

“I don’t know what to say…” he said, looking at you in the eyes. He could see you were sorry but it still hurt knowing you cheated on him.

“You don’t have to say anything…I broke your heart, I broke your trust…I fucked up our relationship just for ten seconds with someone I don’t even know the name…you don’t have to say anything, I’m the one who can’t and won’t stop apologising, I’m the one who’s gonna live with constant regret, knowing I’ve just lost the most important person in my life” you sobbed quietly, letting more tears fall “…I know you’re gonna hate me and I get it…I hate me too Kylian…you’ll never see me again, I’m gonna move out quickly…you don’t deserve the pain I caused you…” you wiped your tears not being able to watch him in the eyes.

“That’s the problem y/n…” he slowly sat next to you “I could never hate you, never” he grabbed your hands “you mean to much for me y/n…I can’t imagine living without you babe….”

“What is that supposed to mean Kylian?” you asked him a bit confused “you’re supposed to hate me, to scream at me…to be mad at me, to be disgusted by me…” you said and looked at him in the eyes.

“Oh trust me, I am mad at you and so fucking sad and disappointed…but at the same time I could never stop loving you” he confessed at you “don’t you get it? You have my heart, you will always have my heart…I rather staying with you knowing you cheated than not staying with you at all, I don’t think I could handle living without you” he said crying. He brought his hands to his lips and gently kissed them. That was one of the way he loved showing you his love. You started sobbing harder and he comforted you in his arms.

“I know you’re sorry…” he said to you “I’m willing to pretend it never happened…I just love you so much y/n” you looked at him in the eyes and you could see he was telling the truth.

“I don’t wanna lose you Kylian, not now, not ever…I’m sorry” you said again.

“Shhh…it’s okay” he whispered in your ears “let’s pretend nothing ever happened so we can go back with our lives okay?” he asked hoping you would say yes.

“Okay” you whispered and let his hands dry your tears.

“Perfect…so how would you feel about visiting the new market today?” he asked completely forgetting what you had told him a few minutes ago.

“I think that’s a great idea…” you said smiling at him.

“Parfait…now let’s go and make some breakfast I’m starving” he said leading you to the kitchen and making you laugh.

You really had no idea what you did to deserve someone like Kylian in your life. Someone who was able to forgive your sins. Someone who was able to forget that you cheated on him. Sometimes so precious and kind as Kylian was.