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writervaul-t · 3 months ago

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something about you

chapter five: burned trust

summary: benji says the wrong things but tries to amend it that same night. [name] gets cornered with questions and finds a newfound confidence with her relationship with benji.

pairing: modern!benjicot blackwood x f!reader

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Just as predicted, Chiara was in the throes of her hangover by the time [Name] had woken up. Kermit (who she later was able to establish as the calmer of the two Tullys) had been handing her a water while Oscar and Benji were in the kitchen, cooking pancakes and cutting fruit.

"The world is upside down and inside out." Chiara says out loud.

"How much did you drink?" Kermit questions, only earning a groan from Chiara as a response.

[Name] is the one to respond, "Enough for her to forget that Chemistry exam."

"What exam?"

Kermit and [Name] exchange a grin. "Told you."

Once she reaches the first floor, she makes her way over to Chiara, checking on her friend. She looked worse than she most likely felt, with her hair pulled into all kinds of knots and volume.

Chiara seemed to have been pulled in and out of sleep, her mind seemingly wanting her awake while her body looked a couple hours behind from the way she lifts her arm up and lets it go, the limb smacking her across the face. Chiara groans again.

"[Name]!"

"You always get piss drunk and regret it the morning afterwards. Its like you never learn your lesson. Didn't we have a conversation about you eating bread before you started drinking?" [Name] comments as she pushes the glass of water to her lips again. "Keep drinking water. I know you also have Liquid IV in your purse so pour some in that too while you're at it."

"You're awful good about knowing the cure for hangovers." Kermit comments as [Name] kneels for Chiara's purse to find the powdered packet. "Do you go out often?"

[Name] shakes her head. "My older sister gave me some advice before I started uni and I guess I just remembered it. I tell Chiara all the time but she never seems to get it in her head that protein and bread will keep her from any of this--"

"I do not wish for a lecture now."

An eye roll came off from the girl as she throws the powder on her lap. "You'll get it now or you get it later. Your death."

Benji comes up to them, plates of breakfast on his arms, to which [Name] takes gratefully. He sits beside Kermit and watches the two argue back and forth before chiming in.

"You've been harping since she woke up," Benji says quietly to her. They watch as Chiara gets pulled up by Oscar from behind and Kermit makes a comment about the pancakes being tasty. "Maybe you should ease up on her?"

"Easy for you to say." [Name] says, taking a fork full of pancakes. "I'll be the one dealing with her later if she doesn't follow that routine I so willingly researched to make after one too many hangovers with her."

Benji snorts. "Of course you'd research it. Little miss routine and research."

He bites into his food but [Name] felt her body tense at his comment. "Routine and research."

Benji nods. "Yeah. When you have to figure out a routine, you go and research it. I don't think I've ever seen you do anything spontaneously."

"Us fake dating isn't spontaneous?" [Name] suggests.

Benji laughs. "I mean, maybe, but you sat me down and showed me the probability of people figuring us out and then basically started a lecture about how we should be careful one night and what kind of lies we should have on hand in case we slip up."

It had been our of precaution, [Name] remembered thinking. She had looked into what could have happened in case Aeron and his friends rubbed their braincells together to culminate that they were fake dating. Benji had shrugged off the conversation at the time but she wonders if he changed his mind after last night.

Clearly the precaution had been more necessary than anything after last night. She had nearly been lost in herself when she realized Aeron caught them and knew they were lucky he had been enough in a drunken haze into thinking her and Benji actually did come together.

Routine and research had been her only means of getting her comfortable with this situation. Something just felt right when she had all the information and statistics laid out on the table for her to see. Regardless, the comment left a dry taste in her mouth.

Of course she knew she was perceived as a little strange with her long lists and scheduled times. Even her own siblings made comments on her constant need to wanting to know everything. It kept her sane since she had started university and was the only security she knew that would keep her from losing whatever sanity she had left since the fake dating conundrum.

"Clearly we need to work on it." [Name] comments as she takes a bite of her breakfast, doing her best to avoid anyone's faces, even after she heard Benji groan.

"Please, no. That was so gruelling. Not to mention long. It didn't even work last night."

This time, [Name] sent a burning look to Benji. "Next time I'll just stay quiet then instead of trying to save our asses since my effort trying to keep up this little ruse is all one sided." She says, her voice icy before taking another bite of her breakfast.

The room stilled for a moment. In any other situation, [Name] would have done something like walk away or apologize for ruining the mood. It was too early in the morning for her to be in a hurry to alleviate the tension so she had let her anger be known as she ate in furied silence.

All that was heard was the clanking of the utensils against the plate. Glancing to her other side, even Chiara was eating silently, which was never the case even during moments [Name]'s patience was worn thin. Benji was tense beside her, glancing at her every now and then as be bit into his breakfast.

By the time she finished her plate, she announced that she would be gathering her things in her room and that her and Chiara had to get home. She spent the remainder of her time in the guest room, gathering her items before a knock could be heard.

Chiara stepped in, offering a sober smile as a peace offering. "Thanks for coming to get me."

"That's what friends do." [Name] says as she pulls her sweater over her shirt - Benji's shirt. It almost fit her too well, as if Benji had outgrown it long ago.

His suggestion to bring it home with her last night rang through her head, though she wasn't quite ready to broadcast that she had not only stayed over at his place but also insinuated something to imply she had to wear a change of clothes.

"You know," Chiara starts, settling on the pristine mattress. For an apartment full of boys, they had done well to keep the area decorated and clean. The guest room hadn't a single speck of dust and the sheets smelled like lavender and linen. "I'm sure Ben was just teasing earlier."

"Does teasing also mean hinting that I'm a Class A bore? Aeron Bracken already made me aware of my plight for some time now - and with everyone - and I don't need any more reminders."

Aeron, with all his obsession in wanting to make [Name]'s shifts a living hell, was also a perpetrator for gossip on campus. She knew it had been him who started the insulting stories about her being so boring, she most likely was the only virgin left on campus.

Not that it had been his business, or anyone's for that matter.

"He hadn't meant it that way." Chiara says but [Name] continued to fold her items with tempered patience. "Just that... You know..."

"No, I don't know what you mean, Chiara." [Name] challenges.

Chiara sighs as she lays down on the bed. "Don't take this the wrong way - I love you and you have your reasons to be so distant with men but you have a habit of being guarded with them even during friendly fire."

[Name] only sent her a look of caution. She hadn't been wrong; throughout [Name]'s 20 years of being alive, she hadn't had the best with talking to men. She did her best to limit her experience, subconsciously or not she wasn't sure anymore but every interaction she's had since then had always ended with her being short with them or just keeping conversations short.

Until with Benji, that is. The stories about him were just half truths from how he actually was. With all the rough edges and harshness he harbors, an equal amount of kindness is what she seems more often than not when they're around each other. Between the both of them, [Name] would have to admit she was more talkative than him since they had gotten more friendly with one another.

Sometimes she would even poke at him to see how much it would take him to show that callousness he oh so had. Nothing concerning ever came out of it besides him teasing her endlessly but it wasn't geared toward anything about her insecurities the way he had earlier.

She gnawed at her lip as she thought about this morning again. Chiara was looking at her expectantly, waiting for a response. [Name] only gave an answer by shoving her clothes under her arm and saying, "Come on, I have half a day off and I'd rather not spend it at a stranger's home."

"Technically this is your boyfriend's home so it shouldn't be awkward."

[Name] rolled her eyes, ready to remind her that Benji was technically not her boyfriend before she spied Oscar standing by her door from the corner of her eye. "You aren't working all day today?"

"Miracle, isn't it?" Chiara comments. "Looks like Rhaenyra finally wants her employee of the month to finally take a break."

"I'm her only employee?" [Name] counters, earning a raspberry blown her way. Oscar straightens himself in excitement.

"You should come to our bonfire tonight. We don't do much, just sit around a fire and talk. Sometimes we take night swims if enough of us bring something to swim in." He offers, making Chiara jump up from the bed.

She shakes [Name]'s arm, who nearly dropped the spare clothes under her arms. "We'd love to go!" [Name] opens her mouth in protest, but is stopped when Chiara continues to speak. "[Name], come on. It'll be fun."

Kermit and Benji stroll in, watching as the brunette practically begs [Name]. She bites at her lip, glancing at the three men just outside the door, her eyes meeting Benji's. He was hard to read at the moment, anticipation only tracing his face as he waits for her answer.

Her gaze cuts back down to her feet for a moment, trying to decide if meeting them at the beach was a good idea or if it was going to be as awkward as it was right now. Benji was the first to speak up.

"How about you sit on it and you can let us know later? Besides, the beach isn't just meant for us. You can even go there tonight and not have to be around us the whole night." He suggests, the idea calming her nerves a bit as she nods in response. Benji nods back, as if there was a mutual understanding only they both knew about.

Chiara smiles. "I don't hear a no. We'll need to go now, then; can't stay around here all day smelling like booze and with ruined makeup." She comments as she walks out the door, [Name] trailing behind her.

[Name] offers a quick thank you before leaving, doing her best to avoid Benji's burning gaze as she steps out the door and watches her retreat into the crisp morning air of King's Landing.

The afternoon shift at Nyra's Nook was mediocre at best. [Name] had done inventory on new books that arrived the day before and reset any books that had strewn about (though she wasn't sure it made a difference with how majority of the books stacked one another along the shelves anyways).

She had been in the middle of counting the till before she finished her shift when Jace had walked in, ready to relieve her. An amused look fell on his face and [Name] had already known what he was going to say.

"Don't--" She starts, but Jace had beaten her to the punch.

"Quite a ruckus happened last night, according to my sources." He comments as he walks behind the counter. [Name] rolls her eyes. Sources meaning Cregan Stark. "Who knew our very own [Name] could pack a punch."

"It was not a punch. It was a bitch slap." [Name] corrects, earning a howl of laughter from Jace. She slapped his chest. "You can either help me clear the items off this counter while I count or you can walk away before I tell Syrax to sic you."

Jace shakes his, though he cast a glance at his mother's cat, who had a clear favorite among the two as she sidled herself beside [Name], who adjusted the large pink bow attached to her. He does as he told, removing new books out of the last box she hadn't been able to finish.

They worked in silence for a moment, giving a bit of respite in his teasing. Jacaerys Velaryon, in all his popularity and golden boy image, was most definitely raised by his mother. He was kind and hadn't minded others opinions too much like [Name].

He kept a good head on his shoulder whenever something went awry, which was a good thing to have whenever [Name] had to deal with people who weren't on their best behavior, at work or on the rare days he wasn't at football practice and was walking around campus.

They weren't close, so to speak, but he had been more or less been like a brother to [Name] whenever he was around. Always teasing her but without any nasty intentions.

"Its good you slapped him, by the way. Aeron Bracken." Jace comments, his nose wrinkling as he mentioned his name.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with your little feud with your family, would it?" [Name] asked, recalling his family drama.

Jace shakes his head. "I mean, the Brackens are technically in partnership with our family in some way, just not us. So to speak." He tries to explain, but [Name]'s blank stare urged him to broach the real subject. "No, I went to school with Aeron and Ben."

[Name] blinked at him, shocked at the news. Of course, it had made sense. Benji had been only a year older than her and if she thought hard enough, so was Jace. She never knew to try and connect the dots until now.

"They were both hot tempered and made the school year interesting, but between the two, Aeron was more cruel. Ben only retaliated in the way he knew, by being as vicious as he needed. But he never took things far the way Aeron had." Jace explains, adding the last part as if remembering he was talking to Benji's girlfriend.

[Name] nods, attempting to not seem interested but she was. Benji's life before he attended Crownlands Imperial College was shrouded in a mystery she didn't wish to press him for. The only information she heard about Benji before college was from Chiara and unrelated stories of his past he had mentioned to her before.

"Why do you think he changed all of a sudden?" She asked Jace, referring to Benji's sudden subdued behavior when he started university.

Jace hums, thinking deeply for a moment before he shrugged. "No clue. He almost felt like a ghost, though. Like he was here but not really. Ben wasn't ever like that before and well, he doesn't seem like that now that you've been seeing each other."

[Name] frowned, not quite understanding the sentence but knew better than to question it at the moment. Maybe Benji had a change of heart in his behavior lately; she could hardly believe she would influence anyones sudden outlook in life that quickly.

But then again, Benji was more sensitive than she was at times; breakfast was enough of an indication that at the very least he felt a sense of guilt. Guilt swept her up as well, the anger from this morning having subsided on her walk back home.

She petted Syrax as she thought on Oscar's offer about coming to the beach. After a moment, she found herself pulling out her phone and texting Chiara that she still wanted to go to the beach but wouldn't bother swimming.

The only response she received was a set of heart and wave of emojis, to which she let a small laugh at. Jace had made sure to spot this as he continued to work.

"Did you have fun afterwards?" He asked, smirking over at [Name]. She blinked at him for a moment before understanding the suggestive question.

"What happened after that public display of violence is none of your business." [Name] responds back, face bright red. "Besides, the Tullys and Chiara were with us..."

Jace snorts. "That's never stopped me before."

At this mentioned, [Name] rolls her eyes. "That's because you're a manwhore--"

She hadn't the opportunity to finish the sentence as Jace had covered her mouth the minute Rhaenyra walked out from her office.

The car ride to the beach nearly gave [Name] a heart attack. Chiara had her license for more than four years, though [Name] was sure her friend only used it for less than a year with how recklessly she had just driven them.

[Name] let out a sigh of relief once her feet made contact with the ground, glaring at a nonchalant Chiara who only said , "What?" before walking toward a small group of people surrounding a fire.

Kermit had been the first to spot them, running up to Chiara and helping her offload the chairs on her as she carefully held the booze she had brought for that evening. Oscar and Benji walked over to them, taking any heavy bags from [Name] as well.

"Looking a little green there, [Name]." Oscar teases.

"I'll throw up on you." [Name] threatens, feigning to lurch forward and a sense of satisfaction rolling off her as Oscar lets our a shriek in terror.

Kermit and Chiara trail after him, the older of the Tully brothers grumbling about his brother being too loud. Benji puts a hand on her shoulder, stopping them from moving to allow a safe enough distance from their friends.

They look at each other and for a moment, the crashing waves and laughter being swallowed around them. [Name] feels as if she couldn't breathe from how long they stood in front of each other, though she couldn't pull her eyes from his as they try to read each other.

Slinging her bag around himself, Benji pulls [Name] to him by her waist, nearly hugging her to him as he settles his head against her own. Faintly, she felt her stomach flutter at the gesture but spies a few prying eyes from the bonfire. She lets her rigid back soften slightly, leaning into Benji's side hug before he leads her toward the group, her hand fiddling with the end of his shirt as they moved.

"How was work?" Benji asks when they walk.

"Good." She responds back. The walk to the bonfire felt like a million miles away. The morning of their disagreement hung between them and [Name] did her best to swallow down any nervousness before it shook her whole body. "How was your's?"

Benji nods along in deep thought, as if trying to remember the fog of his shift at the downtown tattoo parlor today. "Could have been better but we're here now right?"

There was a double meaning behind that sentence, one only [Name] could understand. An allusion to what happened this morning, as if to say Let's not worry about it anymore. Gods if they really were going out, [Name] certainly didn't deserve someone as understanding as Benji.

His eyes cast at the group in front of them, spying something far ahead before moving away from her. "Do you want a beer?"

[Name] nods, settling down a log and letting the fire warm her legs as she watches the orange and pink hues of the sky beating down slowly. Her eyes train over to Chiara, who seems to being having a fun time with Benji's friends.

She seemed to fit right in, with her boisterous laughing and big smiles as Oscar and another one of his friends, Martyn Whent, threw a frisbee around. [Name] smiles at her friend, remembering how much she thrived around being near other people.

"She's very extroverted, your friend." A soft voice says from her right. [Name] turns, her stomach doing an uncomfortable flip as she makes looks up at Ulla Greyjoy.

Up close, Ulla was even more gorgeous. Her black hair was in a windswept ponytail, all the baby hairs jutting out this way and that but she looked as if she just stepped out of a magazine cover. She had makeup on and not a smudge was found on her sharp eyeliner. She had chosen a black tube top and denim shorts that were unzipped to reveal her black bikini.

In layman's words, Ulla looked hot.

"Yeah, Chiara loves people." [Name] comments, moving aside when Ulla takes seat next to her.

The dark haired girl nods. "I can tell; I'm not great at it so I'm a bit jealous."

Nodding, they continue to watch Chiara strike up a conversation from one person to another as they slowly start to grow a circle of frisbee players. At first [Name] used to be envious of Chiara when they had initially been roommates from how well she was able to fit in with a crowd so well.

After some time with her, though, it developed more into admiration from how observant Chiara was. She had been the one to invite [Name] out and made sure she knew just about everything happening at the school. Even today, she had made sure to ask [Name] if she was really okay with the outing before they left.

Jealousy was a feeling she understood but did her best to not take over as she knows she can't force herself to be social the same way Chiara can't force herself to enjoy seclusion the way [Name] did.

She did her best to not contemplate too much and was a but grateful when Ulla continues speaking. "I was a but surprised when I heard you were coming. From all the things I heard, I thought you weren't really the social type."

"I'm not very social," [Name] admits. "But that doesn't really eliminate the fact I want to go out and meet some people."

Ulla nods. "Does that happen often with you and Ben?"

"What do you mean?"

She nods toward Benji, who was unceremoniously stuck between a few people by the cooler, nodding along and laughing at a joke someone said. Benji's all black t-shirt and denim shorts getup was nearly matching Ulla's own outfit. The thought made [Name] tug at the skirt of her pink sundress.

Ulla offered a tight lipped smile. "Its just, I've never seen you two out before besides on campus. Do you guys go on dates or anything? He certainly took me out often after..."

She pauses for a moment, clearly knowing she spoke too much and showed it from the way she offered a faux smile and looked away. A bubble of irritation rises in [Name] as she realizes what was happening. She hadn't cared too much about what Benji did in the past or his off time - after all, this was an arrangement that was only a couple of weeks long - but she knew when she was being made to look like an idiot.

"We go on dates; granted its not every time something happens but I guess that's just the benefit of doing more than sleeping with each other." [Name] says with narrowed eyes, watching as Ulla regarded her with faint surprise before morphing it into overplayed shock.

"I wasn't insuating anything like that--"

"Then what were you insinuating? You're a grown woman, Benji's a grown man. That's not something new, especially at university. As long as it isn't happening now, then I don't really care about Benji's dating history, no matter how questionable that person is." [Name] says, leaning against her palm to look at the dark haired girl.

Ulla regarded her with a calculated stare and [Name] held it with as much intensity. She's had her round of bullies this year. Aeron was easy enough to deal with. She always fought him off whenever he bothered her but the slap and this morning had seemed to have given her a healthy reminder that she can't always plan things ahead of time.

Their stare off at had come to a head when another dark haired girl walked up to them, settling on [Name]'s other side as she says, "Trying to scare off more girls from this group, Greyjoy?"

Turning her head, [Name] met another pair of familiar brown eyes, though it was more intense and they narrowed to an obvious distaste for the other girl in front of her. Her pitch black hair was tied into a bun but she was still just as pretty as Ulla.

Ulla doesn't say a word as she gets up from her spot, sauntering off to the other side of the firepit.

The new dark haired girl turns to [Name], all hostility gone from her face as she says, "Ignore her; she's all bark, no bite. She's also just upset her newest toy lost interest in her before she had her fun. Not to mention, I'm sure you scared her off a bit with that response. Ulla wants to chase off any competition in this group. Not there's anything to scope out with these idiots."

Taking a glance around the men in their wake, [Name] lets out a chuckle in agreement as she spots Martyn and Kermit wrestling in the far distance. For a moment she envisons her brothers back home, who always tussled about with each other that way. "Yeah, you're right, I guess."

"I'm Alysanne Blackwood. Or Aly. I'm Benji's cousin - well, technically aunt but we're only two years apart so it doesn't make much of a difference." The girl tries to explain, taking a sip of beer in her hand. "And you're Benji's girlfriend. [Name], right? Cregan told me about you from last night."

[Name] groaned. Of all people, she hadn't expected Cregan to be so loose lipped. "Does everybody know about last night?"

"I'd wager yes. That was epic. I wish I was there. I'd do anything to see a Bracken get knocked down a few pegs." Aly comments. "Whatever Ulla said to you, don't worry too much. They did have something going on but it was short lived and she's just bitter someone managed to break Benji down before she did."

[Name] raised an eyebrow. "You mean his no dating streak?"

Aly confirms with a smile. "The most he did was sneak around with Ulla and a few girls a couple of months the first year before completely cutting any kind of woman off. Imagine my surprise when I hear from Oscar and Kermit say he started dating a girl whose head isn't full of logs."

"Any particular reason why he decided to do all of that and suddenly break it?" [Name] asked, watching as Aly's face fell slightly.

"I think its up to Benji to talk about that." She says. [Name] takes that as a sign to be patient and wait.

"Fair enough." [Name] says, recalling her own secrets she wants to hold close. "If its any consolation, us dating was a complete accident."

"Yeah?" Aly asked, frowning. "How'd you two meet?"

"At Nyra's shop." A voice from behind them interrupts. Benji sits at the spot Ulla had sat from - a good thing so she could finally swipe that memory of her in exchange for him. Benji hands her a beer, the condensation from the cold bottle running between her fingertips as she takes a sip. He falls easily into their story as she fiddles with the ring on his finger. "I thought she was too pretty and pink for her to take a chance on me but I couldn't resist."

She feels his lips touch the crown of her head, a silent signal for her to say its her turn now. "I thought he was a mute so I didn't really notice him."

Benji's lip twitches in amusement. It hadn't been a complete lie - she really had thought he was a mute the first couple of months they interacted until she heard him garble out a quiet "thank you" on a random evening. It had nearly frightened her, thinking a spirit had made itself known. It had been an embarrassing story to admit but Benji had thought the story was amusing enough.

"You're the most reasonable person in the world and you think a ghost is more likely to show up than me talking?" He had asked her that day. They had gone to the diner for another late night study "date".

"Well excuse me for not realizing you were weren't verbally impaired!" She shot back, nearly falling off her spot on the leather seats from laughing with him. They had gotten absolutely nothing done that night.

"He dropped a few books on my hands when neither of us were looking and apologized after I screamed. He asked me out to dinner as a way to make up for nearly cutting my fingers off." [Name] said, peeking at Benji as she jokes.

"Now you're just being dramatic."

"Fine, my circulation cut off. But still a bit bold to ask someone during a shift."

"You clearly liked it if we're still together." Benji teases, leaning his tall frame over her.

Their noses brushed against each from how close they were and [Name] felt her heart race when she had thought he was going to kiss her on the lips. Her gaze stayed on his lips for a moment before she glanced up at him, realizing her had been staring at her the entire time.

She swallows thickly, hiding it away her nervousness by moving away and pressing her lips against his cheek to avoid any confusion. Her gaze tore to the burning wood afterward, not wanting to meet Benji's eyes.

What was that? She wanted to ask him. Had he wanted to kiss her or was she thinking too much on it? She wasn't sure. She couldn't inquire too much anyways, not with his own cousin (aunt?) right next to them. If Aly suspected anything, though, she hadn't said a thing, smiling at the pair before walking off with the excuse to help Chiara win against Kermit and Oscar, who were well known cheats at frisbee.

Now it had just the two of them, staring at the fire since it was better than looking at each other. The crackle of the fire was the only noise she could hear, conversations around them drowning out as she realized that had been the first time she's ever had to make a move since they first started fake dating.

And for some reason she wanted to do it again soon. It must be the beer, she thinks. Still, it doesn't stop her from taking two gulps to possibly help numb that though.

"Fancy a walk?" Benji asks suddenly, the low baritone of his voice breaking their barrier of silence, making her jump a bit. An amused smile plays his lips at the action, making [Name]'s stomach turn again. She tales another sip of the beer. Then nods after a moment.

"Sure."

He holds out a hand for her to take as they walk a far enough distance from everyone else. Distantly, one of his friends makes an innuendo about straying far enough to do something. [Name] does her best to ignore the comment as Benji turns around and screams at him to get his head out of his ass while sticking a middle finger up.

"I'm sorry about them; they're all from the Riverlands like me. Formalities aren't our strongest suit." Benji explains with a laugh.

[Name] shakes her head. "No, its fine. I like them. They remind me of home."

"Oh yeah? How was life like at home for you?"

"Too many men." [Name] all but comments, chuckling with Benji before continuing. "I have two older brothers and two younger brothers between me and my older sister. We grew up closer to Dorne - formalities are different for us too."

Benji whistles. "And I thought my family was large..."

"There was never a moment of peace with the lot of them." [Name] comments, grinning. "I thought getting away from the noise at school would do me some good but I miss them a lot. Seeing your friends act like that made me a little less homesick. Thanks for inviting me."

"Not a problem. You are always welcome to come, homesick or not." Benji offers, smiling at her. His eyes turn a bit solemn, a thought pulling him away briefly. "And... I'm sorry for not realizing I was going to far this morning."

He looks away, eyes downcast to where the water lulls against the sand, as if ready to receive a scolding from [Name]. She found herself lost again, wondering how many versions of Benji she had seen so far. He was a bit more like what the person she initially met today - gruff and a little mean spirited but whatever edges he sharpened was subsequently dulled (sometimes a little too late but they dulled nonetheless) whenever she was around.

The thought of him being able to let his guard down around her sent a warmth in her chest. She squeezed his hand to signal for him to look at her. "I'm sorry too," She concedes. "I'm not very good when I have to say I'm uncomfortable. And I have little patience when it comes to teasing - my brothers knew of it and did everything they could to push my buttons until they take things too far. I know you didn't intend that so you shouldn't have gotten the brunt of my anger this morning." Benji nods in understanding. "Plus I didn't get to eat a proper dinner yesterday so I was just downright starving that morning."

Benji stops for a brief moment, the cold ocean washing over their feet and lets out a laugh. The orange hue from the sun casted a golden glow to his face and for a moment [Name] felt that same gut twisting feeling in her stomach again. She did her best to neutralize her face as she had unwittingly thought that Benjicot Blackwood was the most handsome man she has ever met.

"I'll make sure you've had a full meal before I try anything next time." Benji jokes but the promise was there: he wouldn't push her anymore than he had this morning.

"Good. I'll be less snappy next disagreement." [Name] replies in return before sighing. She looked back at the group, just mere ants from the distance they stood in. Her feet had grown tired and frankly, she wanted to stay alone with Benji for as long as possible.

So, she settled down on the sand, just a few feet from the wading water. Benji followed suit, settling beside her in the sand. They both take sips of their beers before [Name] says, "Tell me about your family... Are they as noisy as mine?"

Benji grins. "Oh, trust me. They're all a bit mad, honestly. But you'd love them..."

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about their families, their jobs, and everything in between. For that time, nothing really mattered to [Name]. Aeron, Ulla, everyone who had seemed to enjoy circulating their romance - none of that seemed to have mattered when it was just her and Benji sitting in the wet sand, drunkenly laughing at stories that weren't that funny.

Though, [Name] thought, it might have something to do with it just being with one another that made the stories amusing.

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wzrd-wheezes · 7 months ago

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Game On - Sirius Black x Reader Smut

Request: what do you think of established relationship sirius black x fem!reader edging + desperate banging (maybe overstimulation done by who u choose to be the one that snaps first as a sort of “punishment” even tho they’re both in this together 💀)

sirius and reader share the same braincells and are in a very lovey-dovey relationship but one day they feel bored and want to try adding a little ✨spice✨ into their relationship, so they come up with this plan to shake things up a bit: they get dressed up to look their best and go to a club/pub/etc where they flirt with other people while looking at each other till one of them snaps and drags the other to a bathroom or another secluded place and desperately go at it with each other

AN - one thing i love about you guys is that when i ask for smut requests, i know that you'll deliver!! Also, if you guys would like, i can write a part 2/ alternat ending where sirius loses the competition and ends up in the same situation as reader…?

Warnings: this starts off fine but by the end gets pretty filthy. Nothing too weird but -contains: light bondage, edging, slight overstimulation. 3.3k words

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sirius asked as her zipped up his girlfriend’s dress. They were stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, and he gazed at her reflection as he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“I’m sure. It was my idea after all.”

“I know. I’m just making sure.”

They had been inseparable since their school days, the two of them practically joined at the hip. Yet, within the comfort of their connection, a desire for something new lingered. It was something that they had mulled over countless times, the idea of injecting some excitement into their relationship. When Y/N mentioned the idea, Sirius readily agreed.

The agenda for the evening was a competition of sorts. They were going to head to one of the local bars, each of them going their separate ways upon arrival. It was a test of wills to see who would crack with jealously as they both flirted and danced with strangers.

“You’re going down, Black.” Y/N smiled cheekily, pecking him on the lips as she grabbed her bag and headed to the door.

“Game on.” he grinned.

The bar that they had chosen was heaving. From the moment they entered, they were enveloped in a kaleidoscope of colours. Neon lights danced across the walls, casting vibrant hues of pink, purple and blue onto the mass of people dancing. The room itself wasn’t very big, a bar lined one wall, and a large dancefloor took centre stage, tall tables filled the space in between. It was large enough so that Y/N and Sirius could distance themselves, but small enough that they could constantly keep an eye on each other.

They both headed towards the bar, eager to get a drink. Sirius went to one end, Y/N to the other. Y/N slipped onto one of the tall bar stools, resting her chin in her hand as she waited for the bartender to come and take her order.

“What can I get for you, gorgeous?” the bartender asked, leaning forward slightly. Caught off guard, Y/N felt a faint flush creep onto her cheeks.

“Surprise me.” she replied playfully.

His grin widened at her response as he accepted the challenge. With practiced ease, he made her a cocktail, his hands moving gracefully as he poured and mixed with precision. As he slid the drink across the bar towards her, their fingers brushed briefly, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins.

Sirius was at the other end of the bar lounged against the polished surface; whisky glass perched in his ring clad fingers. His gaze swept across the crowded room planning his next move. As he sipped his drink, his attention was momentarily diverted to his girlfriend at the other side of the bar, engaged in animated conversation with the bartender. ‘Damn, she’s quick,’ he thought as a flicker of emotion crossed his features before he masked it with a playful grin, catching her eye and raising his glass in a silent toast. He quickly downed the rest of his drink before ordering another.

It didn’t take long for him to find someone to flirt with, as he scanned the room he locked eyes with a girl sat alone at one of the tall tables towards the dance floor. Grabbing his drink, he made his way over. Sirius flashed a charming smile as he approached the girl, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Mind if I join you?” he had already pulled out the chair before giving her time to answer.

“Depends,” the girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with amusement, “Are you planning on buying me a drink?”

“Of course.” Sirius replied with a mock-indignant tone, “What’s your poison?”

By the time Sirius headed back to the bar to buy their drinks, Y/N had already left. He glanced around for her, expecting her to be still chatting to the bartender, but she wasn’t there. Sirius frowned a little, scouring the bar for sight of his girlfriend as he waiting for their drinks to be made. He found her as he headed back to the table, she was sat directly opposite from him on the other side of the room. Her head was thrown back as she laughed at whatever it was that whoever she was talking to said.

As Sirius approached the bar to order their drinks, he realised that Y/N was no longer there. Confusion flickered across his features as he had half-expected her to still be engaged in conversation with the bartender.

Frowning slightly, Sirius cast a searching gaze around the bar, his eyes darting from one corner to the next in a bid to locate his girlfriend. It wasn’t until he got back to the table that he spotted her, seated across the room from him, her laugher ringing out amidst the lively atmosphere. A pang of jealously stirred within him as he watched Y/N interact with the man she was sat with. He took a sip of his drink, determined not to let her win their little competition.

As Sirius sat back down, the girl’s eyes lit up with amusement, her lips curling into a playful smile as she took in his arrival.

“Well, well, look who’s back,” she teased, “I was starting to think you’d abandoned me for good.”

Sirius chuckled, sliding into the chair opposite her with a grin, “Sorry about that. Had to navigate through the crowd of admirers just to get our drinks.”

“Well, I’m flattered you braved the crowds for me.”

Sirius let out an amused laugh, but he couldn’t keep his attention off of Y/N. Although the conversation between Sirius and the girl flowed effortlessly, each sentence punctuated with flirtatious banter, he spent every spare second eyeing up his girlfriend.

As soon as Y/N saw that Sirius had gone to sit with another girl, she knew that she had to take it up a level. There was absolutely no way that she was giving him the satisfaction of winning. After her short conversation with the bartender, another man had approached her and offered to buy her a drink which she politely accepted. He led her over to the table that he was sat on, and much to Y/N’s amusement, it was directly opposite from Sirius.

“You have a gorgeous smile, by the way.” the man said, reaching a hand out to touch her arm.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, won’t it?” Y/N smirked.

“I certainly hope so.”

As Y/N and Sirius found themselves engrossed in conversations across the crowded club, a subtle game of jealousy unfolded between them, each vying to capture the other’s attention. Y/N had really upped the flirtatiousness, laughing slightly louder than usual, leaving lingering touches on the man’s arm. She couldn’t help but look over at Sirius, her heart racing with anticipation at the thought of his reaction.

It was only when Y/N saw Sirius lean in a little too closely to the girl that she knew she needed to up her game.

“Wanna dance?” she asked.

He had introduced himself, but the name slipped from her mind almost as soon as he said it. Adam? Alex? Aaron. It didn’t matter much to her, to be honest. She wasn’t particularly invested in him, merely seeing him as a means to an end in her quest to provoke Sirius. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for his unwitting role in her scheme. Nevertheless, Adam/Alex/Aaron seemed eager enough to accept her invitation to dance.

As they moved to the music, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way that Sirius’s gaze lingered on them from across the room. With each movement, she could feel his eyes burning into her, a silent testament to the effect that she was having on him.

Feeling a surge of exhilaration, Y/N leaned in closer to her dance partner, her movements growing more playful with each passing moment. She glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with Sirius, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Sirius, quite frankly, had had enough. Still locking eyes with his girlfriend, he picked up his glass and drained the contents before turning to the girl (who he had now found out was called Jess) and asked her to dance.

“Fancy a dance then?”

“You don’t strike me as much of a dancer.” she narrowed her eyes at him skeptically.

“Guess you’ll have to find out then, won’t you?” he replied, extending his hand towards her.

Y/N and Sirius were now only a few meters apart, both dancing with their respective partners. With each playful twirl and flirtatious touch, Y/N felt a pang of jealously gnaw at her insides. Her jaw clenched slightly as she fought to keep her composure. As the music pounded, Y/N’s movements became more deliberate, each step calculated to catch Sirius’s attention. Just as she was sure that Sirius was near to reaching breaking point, she saw red. A fleeting look over at Sirius had revealed the girl’s hands tangled in his hair as she reached up on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. Sirius had laughed, his hand resting on her waist. With her heart pounding in her chest, she approached Sirius, tugging sharply on his arm.

“You win.”

“Well, I hate to say I told you so.” Sirius teased, his tone laced with playful arrogance, “But I did warn you that you wouldn’t stand a chance against me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as she grabbed a hold of his hand and led him out of the bar.

“You’re awfully eager to get home for someone that has quite a hefty forfeit waiting for them.” he mused, “you did remember that part of the game, right?”

“As if I could forget.” Y/N fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock their front door, “It’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

“Yeah? Did you get jealous, baby?” Sirius kicked the front door shut behind him, swiftly pressing Y/N against the wall, “You were trying so hard to get me to bite, weren’t you?”

Sirius had suddenly switched, his eyes darkening as he pressed himself against her. Y/N’s head was tipped back against the wall as he pressed sloppy, desperate kisses up the collum of her neck.

“You better head upstairs, you’ve got a long night ahead of you, gorgeous.”

Within minutes of being in their bedroom, Sirius had her naked, and spread out on the bed, her hand expertly tied to the headboard. He on the other hand, was fully clothed, save for his white dress shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down his chest revealing the tattoos that adorned his skin. He stood at the edge of their bed, staring down at her cockily.

“Poor girl.” he tutted, “You wanted to win so bad, didn’t you? Didn’t want to be the one tied up and teased when we got home, did you? Was a silly idea from you, really, because you were never going to win.”

“I was close.” Y/N argued, “You nearly snapped first. ‘Saw it in your eyes when I was dancing.”

“Mhm. I didn’t like that he had his hands all over you. That’s my job.” Sirius said, “I almost feel bad for him –s pending his night talking to you when all you could think about all night was how good I was going to fuck you when we got home.”

Y/N whined, tugging against her restraints. Sirius just chuckled, kneeling down on the edge of the bed, nudging her legs open.

“That’s right, isn’t it? I bet every time he touched you, all you could think about was me. How I’d be making you beg for me as soon as we got home.”

“Sirius, please.”

“This wet already?” he slid a finger through her folds, “Were you soaked all night just thinking about me?”

Y/N groaned and nodded. She knew Sirius would get like this if he won and she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t enjoying every single second of it.

“Y-yes, Sirius, been thinking about you all night.”

He smirked as he pushed one of his fingers inside of her, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He pumped it inside a few times before slowly adding another one.

“So eager for me.” he murmured, “It’s going to be a little while before I let you come though.”

“I know...” Y/N whispered, “Just, don’t stop. Please.”

Sirius didn’t need to be told twice. He had no intentions of stopping any time soon. Dipping his head down to meet the sensitive flesh, he licked a slow deliberate stripe over her clit. Y/N struggled, yanking against her restraints, desperate to weave her hands through his hair. When Sirius pulled away, her hips bucked up instinctively, eager to have his touch.

“How many times do you think I need to edge you before you go completely dumb for me?” Sirius asked, sickly sweet smile on his face, “Usually five does the trick doesn’t it? But tonight, you seem so desperate already. I don’t think it’ll take that many at all.”

“Please. Not five.” she whimpered, looking down at him pleadingly.

“No?”

Sirius sat up, raking a hand through his dark hair as he reached down into the box that they kept tucked under their bed. Y/N’s eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was searching for. She heard it before she saw it, the soft buzzing sound that filled the room. Sirius pressed the vibrator gently against her clit, resuming his previous position and sliding two fingers back inside of her.

“Good girl.” he cooed, “Feel good, baby?”

Y/N nodded, her head tipped back against the pillows, mouth slightly open. Sirius turned the vibrator up notch, causing a soft moan to fall from her lips. The girl’s hips rocked forward onto Sirius’s fingers, earning a smirk from him.

“Tell me when you get close.”

A few moments passed, the motion of her hips becoming quicker, trying to meet the rhythm of Sirius’s thrusts.

“C-close.” she gasped, her eyes screwing shut, “Can I come?”

“Nope.”

Sirius turned the vibrator off and removed his fingers. Y/N whimpered at the loss of stimulation, frowning down at her boyfriend.

“Don’t look so disappointed. You knew this was going to happen when we decide to do our little competition,” Sirius nipped at the skin of her inner thigh, making her flinch, “You picked the punishments, baby. You really thought you were going to win, didn’t you? Wanted to have me all tied up and desperate?”

“I’ll win next time. Just hated how she was touching you.”

“Next time?” Sirius cocked his head at her, “You’re very confident for someone who’s all tied up right now.”

“Shut u-”

Y/N didn’t get chance to finish her sentence as Sirius switched the vibrator on and pressed it firmly back against her clit.

“Remember your manners.”

Sirius continued his routine of playing around with the settings out the vibrator while simultaneously fucking his girlfriend with his fingers. He knew exactly what got her going so it was no surprise that a few minutes later she was thrashing around on the bed begging him to keep going.

“No.”

“Please, Sirius.”

“I said no.”

He pressed his fingers upwards, hitting her just right, getting her just teetering on the edge of orgasm before quickly switching the vibrator off and leaving her empty once more.

“Getting so wet for me, darling.” He held his fingers up so that she could see. Her wetness had coated his fingers and Sirius smiled proudly as he showed them to her, “Wanna taste?”

Before she could reply, he pushed his fingers passed her lips, now slightly swollen from her biting down on them. She groaned, taking them into her mouth and swirling her tongue around his digits.

“Dirty girl.” he said, taking his fingers out and guiding them back inside of her pussy. Just as he did before, her brought her to the edge again. And again.

By the fourth time she was denied orgasm, her skin was glistening with sweat, her hips bucking up erratically each time he threated to remove his fingers. Her lips were read and bitten, her breath coming out in short bursts.

“Sirius, please, please just let me come.”

He ignored her, lazily drawing circles over her sensitive clit with his thumb.

“Fuck. Sirius, please. God, I need it.”

“But you sound so pretty when you beg, baby. Would be such a shame if I stopped now...” he let his voice trail off, taking in her frustrated expression for a moment before continuing, “But, seen as you asked so nicely...”

He stood up and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, sliding it over his toned arms and removing it. Not quite being done with the teasing, he decided to take his time getting undressed, leaving his girlfriend laying tied up and needy on the bed as she watched. He neatly folded his shirt and placed it on the chair in the corner of the room. Smirking, he stood at the foot of the bed, deft fingers removing his belt and dropping it to the floor with a clatter, he shoved his trousers and boxers down and took his cock into his hand, pumping it a few times.

“God, you look fucking gorgeous.” he all but pounced on top of her, nuzzling his face into her neck.

It was as it something had switched in his brain, the teasing and tormenting now long forgotten as some primal urge took over. He needed to be inside her. His lips collided with hers, the kiss hungry and urgent. He undid her restraints with one hand, not even breaking contact with her lips.

He lined himself up with her entrance, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pushed his way inside. Their moans mixed together as he entered. Having use of her hands back, Y/N couldn’t wait to touch him. Her hands moving rapidly up to tangle in his hair. Sirius rested his forehead against hers as he thrust his hips, the chain that hung from his neck dangling in her face, the cool metal cold against her flushed skin.

“You getting close, love?” Sirius asked, feeling his girlfriend tense up around him.

“Y-yeah. So close.” she let out a ragged breath, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“Come for me, baby.”

Sirius increased his pace, driving her once more to the edge of orgasm, however, this time, he didn’t stop as she reached her peak, maintaining the steady rhythm of his thrusts as her orgasm came crashing down. She dragged her nails down his back causing him to let out a gruff moan as she convulsed around him.

“That’s my girl.”

“S-sensitive, Sirius. Fuck.” Y/N wriggled around on the bed, her body burning with the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Keep going, baby. You wanted this, yeah? Spent all that time begging me to let you come.” he taunted, “Want you to come again f’me. Want you to come at the same time as me. You can do that, can’t you?”

Y/N nodded quickly, grabbing the back of Sirius’s neck and pulling him down to kiss her. He smiled into the kiss, his hips snapping against hers as he chased his own high. His moans grew louder as she clenched around him, her hips rocking in time with his.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Always feel so good f’me.” he growled, “Gonna come inside you, baby. Gonna fill you up.”

Y/N’s chest heaved as she rapidly approached her peak once again. She could feel Sirius growing closer and close with each movement. The roll of his hips started to stutter and he sunk his teeth into the flesh between her shoulder and neck and he climaxed. Y/N followed suit, once again wrapping her legs around him, drawing him as close as she possibly could.

They both collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed. Sirius reached over to brush her hair out of her face, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed lovingly at her.

“Good game?” he reached down to catch her lips sweetly with his.

“Good game.”

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eddwardharrison · 8 days ago

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WHAT DO U THINK ABT ECLIPSE BEING A SOFTIE TO JAKE AND ANDREW IN THE NEW EAPS EP??

I’M SCREAMING AND CRYING.

I JUST WATCHED IT / AM LITERALLY WATCHING AS I TYPE THIS. || ALL LOVE / NO HATE

I ALWAYS KNEW ECLIPSE WOULD BE A GOOD DAD. I ALWAYS FUCKING KNEW. MY OWN WRITING AND AU’S FORETOLD THIS. ECLIPSE IS SO FUCKING SWEET OH MY GOD.

I’VE COME TO A REALIZATION. ECLIPSE IS GOING THROUGH A METAPHORICAL SERIES OF TRIALS THAT IMPROVES HIMSELF AND THE LIVES OF OTHERS. AND ALL OF THEM DIRECTLY REFLECT HIMSELF AND HIS TRAUMA.

Level One Exposure Therapy.

He had to get Sun and Moon to stop fighting each other so they’d learn to share the body without having to split or suppress. It was successful, now they can switch in and out at will and are willingly giving each other their turns. They’re even learning more about themselves such as “hibernation”, or more accurately, dormancy.

Sun and Moon was the whole reason any Eclipse’s existed. Their willingness to work with each other and themselves dictate what will happen when an Eclipse is created. Because of the natural hatred and fear between the two, a negative Eclipse is always created. But, it seems, we are creating a Ruin. A Ruin would be FAR, FAR GREATER than an Eclipse. It’d be like…gaining a younger brother. Metaphorically.

Level Two Exposure Therapy

Andrew, the dead ghost child. The haunting one, to be specific. He’s like a little miniature version of Eclipse, being a little selfish prick that demands things while making fun of Eclipse as he does. Creating a body for him will allow him to finally interact with others, to gain real relationships and learn to live as the undead,

Level Three Exposure Therapy

Facing the two Andrew’s is like facing his literal inner child, if he had one. In reality’s case, it’d be called V0/V1 Eclipse. The Andrew stuck with Jake is just suffering as he once did and is developing that same anger and hate that Eclipse once had, and is trying to stop it before Jake becomes a monster as he would in the other universes.

On top of that, Jake didn’t deserve to die. Eclipse understood that far more than he realizes. Now, he’s trying to break the laws of life and death to give Jake AND ANDREW another chance to be happy.

He knows it’s possible to give them both a moderate and healthy control, because he did this once before— with Sun and Moon.

ALSO THE CONVERSATIONS GOING ON BETWEEN ECLIPSE AND MONTY?! CAN WE DISCUSS THIS?!

“The Eclipse I knew never would’ve stepped in, if anything, he probably would’ve probably egged me on to smack his head off. So what’s happening with you, then? Making you change and all this…well, malarky?”

“I just…didn’t want you to hurt ‘em.”

“That’s it?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Gator. With you and Earth…”

(1.) MONTY TAKING NOTICE OF ECLIPSE’S CHANGE, THEN MENTIONING IT BACK TO HIM AS THEY COMPARE EACH OTHER AND THEIR ISSUES.

(2.) MONTY ASKING WHAT’S GOING ON, AND FOR /ONCE/, ECLIPSE /EXPLAINS/ WHATS GOING ON AND /DOESN’T GET SHIT ON/,HE /DOESN’T/ GET YELLED AT, AND HE /DOESN’T/ GET INTERRUPTED?! AND THEN MONTY /BUILDS/ ON HIS ANSWER TO SHOW THAT HE LISTENED?!?!?! One of the biggest issues with Eclipse’s interactions is that everytime someone asks “why are you doing this” or “what is actually wrong with you, explain it”, Eclipse TRIES to, and then they SHUT HIM DOWN, PUT WORDS IN HIS MOUTH, AND THEN CALL HIM USELESS AND GIVES HIM ANOTHER REASON TO INVEST IN CEMENT BOOTS AT THE LOCAL LAKE. LIKE WHAAAT!!!!!

(3.) ECLIPSE SHOWING EMPATHY, COMPASSION, AND WORRY FOR STITCHWRAITH. TRAITS WE HAVE /NEVER/ SEEN BEFORE IN THIS MAN!

(4.) MONTY KNOWS ECLIPSE IS HIDING MORE. /I/ KNOW HE’S HIDING MORE. HE’S IN FUCKING DENIAL!!!! I’M IN FUCKING DENIAL!! ECLIPSE AND ME HAVE NEVER STOPPED SHARING BRAINCELLS FOR 2 SECONDS OVER THE COURSE OF 2 YEARS OH MY GOD.

(5.) ECLIPSE,POKING AT THEIR RELATIONSHIP. MENTIONING EARTH. OH MY LORD-ECLIPSE. HOLY BALLS. I love it when Eclipse just MENTIONS Earth and my 32 braincells goes wild in the stadiums watching through my eyes that are watching the screen.

I can unpack SO MANY THINGS FROM JUST ONE QUOTE ITS DRIVING ME INSANE!

No, because when I heard this, I sat up. I fixed my posture. I looked ahead. I was at attention. I was READY. I GAINED CONSCIOUSNESS DUDE.

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bruhnze · 1 month ago

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PLAYING FOR KEEPS

CHAPTER 5 – A great arrangement

Summary: Ona Batlle has had a crush on Lucy Bronze for a little while now… how will it go when she joins Barça? A 10 chapter series.

Warnings: Slow burn, angst, fluff, smut. All the things, but I give this as a complete warning for the whole series. Not every chapter involves all the warnings :).

note: i have about 3 braincels and only one of them knows english, if the dialogue in this thing is not making sense, im sorry :) i couldn't think during proofread so idk if things work or not.

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October 21, 2023: vs. Granada CF (6-1, home) November 5, 2023: vs. Sevilla FC (8-0, home)

2023 – Spain

The sun had started to dip low in the sky as Lucy and Ona walked side by side. Their dogs, Narla and Coco, walked happily ahead of them on their leashes. It was one of those evenings where everything felt easy. The conversation between them was light, their footsteps in sync, the quiet moments comfortable.

They had been walking like this together after training for weeks now, both settling into a routine that felt natural. But these last days it had been a little bit different then before. Something had happened between them and they hadn’t spoken about it since.

As they neared Lucy’s place, Lucy glanced over at her. “You want to come inside? Have a drink before heading back to yours?”

Ona hesitated for a moment. Where they finally going to talk about the tension that followed them after what had happened the other night? “Yeah, sure,” she said with a small smile. “Sounds good.”

They walked inside, a cozy home greeting them in contrast to the chilly wind blowing outside.

Narla and Coco curled up on the couch, happy to rest after the walk.

Lucy headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing water to pour two glasses.

She handed a glass to Ona and sat down beside her on the sofa, the space between them almost nonexistent as she settled in close.

“Thanks,” Ona murmured before taking a sip.

Her gaze flickered toward Lucy, feeling the shift in the air between them. There had been simmering a lot of tension beneath the surface that neither of them had really addressed.

They sat in silence for a while, sipping their waters.

It was Lucy who eventually broke the silence. She set her glass down on the coffee table and turned slightly toward Ona, her expression thoughtful. “I’ve been thinking a little bit,” she began, her voice measured, “about us.”

Ona blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation, but she didn’t shy away. “About us?” she echoed, her heart picking up its pace. Us, that sounded like… something she wanted.

Lucy leaned back slightly, resting her arm along the back of the couch. “I mean, the whole… thing we have going on.” She smiled softly, a bit unsure. “We’ve crossed a few lines, haven’t we?”

Ona’s gaze dropped for a moment, her fingers nervously tapping the side of her glass. She knew exactly what Lucy was referring to. They’d kissed, ‘fooled around’—as Lucy had casually put it that night. But instead of resolving some feeling for Ona the tension between them had only grown thicker with each encounter.

It lingered in the air between them, waiting for one of them to acknowledge it. Like how everything would go quiet when their hands accidentally brushed. Or how Ona would ‘fix’ Lucy’s shirt just to have an excuse to be close. The way Lucy would challenge her during one-on-ones in training, pressing herself against Ona for just a few seconds too long.

There was something undeniable pulling them toward each other. For Lucy, it might have been a recent realization, but for Ona, it was the same feelings she’d always had. Only now, they were growing stronger, getting more and more impossible to ignore.

“Yeah,” Ona admitted, her voice quieter now. “I guess we have.” She mentally cringed, what did she mean ‘I guess we have’, ofcourse they had.

Lucy let the words hang in the air for a moment, her eyes on Ona’s. “I just think it’s kind of obvious,” she continued, her tone light but serious.

Ona’s eyebrows shot up. Shit, was she so readable, had Lucy figured it out? A blush crept on her cheeks.

Lucy smiled, “Obvious, that we’re both into each other.” She continued, making clear what she meant. ‘’To me it feels like we just have some sort of chemistry or something, I don’t know.’’

Ona’s pulse quickened at the admission, but she found herself nodding. “Yeah, I think so too,” she said, her lips curving into a small smile. Breathing out a breath she had apparently been holding. ‘’That’s probably why that happened the other night, right?’’ She said, she didn’t know what she was saying, she just opened her mouth and words fell out.

‘’Yeah, I think we both saw it coming.’’ Lucy exhaled, her eyes softening. “And I really like hanging around with you. And I’m not saying this has to be complicated or anything. I just… I like what we’ve got going on.”

Ona bit her lip, feeling the same pull she had felt every time they were close; after training, during their car rides, the quiet moments in the locker room. If she could do anything she wished right now, without any consequences, she’d kiss Lucy right here right now, confessing she wanted Lucy to be her girlfriend.

But Lucy wasn’t asking for something serious. Maybe that suited them. She didn’t want complications either. Maybe the easiest option would be just this, whatever this was. Just, something easy, something between friends.

“So,” Ona said, her voice steady now, “are you saying we should… keep it simple?” She did not really know how to word this. Was Lucy suggesting what she thought she was.. or was she wishful thinking.

Lucy’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Simple. Fun. Whatever you want to call it.”

Ona chuckled softly, setting her glass down on the table. “I like simple.”

For a moment, they simply looked at each other, an unspoken understanding settling between them. Their gazes flickered to each other's lips, then back to their eyes, the tension between them palpable.

Then, as if the tension finally broke, Lucy leaned in, closing the last inch between them. Her hand brushed the side of Ona’s neck, gentle yet sure, before her lips met Ona’s in a kiss that was slow and deliberate.

Ona responded without hesitation, her hand gliding up to cradle Lucy’s jaw as the kiss deepened, drawing them both deeper into the moment. The familiarity between them was intoxicating. Lucy’s touch playful yet confident, while Ona’s pulse raced beneath her skin as she melted into her.

Lucy pulled away slightly, her breath warm against Ona’s lips. Her gaze searched Ona’s face, her voice low and careful. "Was that alright?" she murmured, giving Ona the space to back out if she wanted to.

There wasn’t one ounce of hesitation in Ona’s body. She nodded, her pulse quickening, eyes dark with desire. "Yeah," she whispered, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of Lucy’s shirt, feeling the heat of her skin. "More than alright."

Lucy let out a soft laugh, leaning in to kiss her again, deeper this time. The tension which had been simmering for weeks, finally broke. They didn’t rush. Each kiss was deliberate, slow, as though they were savoring every second.

Ona’s mind raced as her body responded to the familiar touch, the heat, the way Lucy’s hands moved over her skin with an ease that felt both thrilling and comforting.

But as their kisses grew more heated, more urgent, and Lucy shifted Ona onto her lap, something nagged at the back of Ona’s mind. Thoughts she couldn’t ignore, even in the midst of it all. Was this going to stay simple? Could she really keep it that way?

As if sensing Ona’s hesitation, Lucy pulled back slightly, her breath coming in soft, uneven puffs. Her hands rested on Ona’s hips, her fingers lightly brushing her sides. "We can stop whenever you want," she said, her voice gentle but serious, eyes searching Ona’s for any sign of doubt.

Ona shook her head, the answer immediate, though her mind was still swirling with unspoken thoughts. "I don’t want to stop," she whispered, her fingers tangling in Lucy’s hair, tugging gently.

That was all the encouragement Lucy needed. She stood up, lifting Ona with effortless strength, their lips connecting again as she carried her toward the bedroom.

A soft laugh escaped both of them as they tumbled onto the bed, it was a mess of limbs and breathless kisses.

For a moment, the only thing that mattered to Ona was the feeling of Lucy’s body pressed against hers.

As Lucy’s hands found their way to her skin again, she felt a small pause. "Ona…" Lucy’s voice was softer now, almost hesitant. "About this. About us."

Ona’s heart skipped a beat. There it was again. Us. That word that held so much weight, so much meaning. "Yeah?" she asked, her voice quieter now, though her body already ached for Lucy’s touch again.

Lucy shifted, lying beside Ona now, her arm draped over her waist. ‘’Maybe we should set our expectations straight first?’’

Ona nodded, ‘’ofcourse.’’

Lucy took Ona’s hand in hers, fidgeting with her fingers. "I like this, what we’re doing. But we need to talk about what it is. Set some rules, you know?" She smiled, though there was a seriousness in her eyes.

Ona’s chest tightened. Rules. Boundaries. They hadn’t talked about it yet, but it probably was wise to do so. "Yeah," Ona agreed, her fingers tracing absent patterns on Lucy’s arm. "What kind of rules?"

Lucy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well… for one, no one in the team can know," she said. "We’re roomies. It’s not like we’re a couple or anything, but if anyone found out, it could get messy. You know?"

Ona nodded, feeling a sting of pain in her heart at the words ‘not a couple.’ But she pushed it down, reminding herself that she didn’t want anything complicated either. "Yeah, that makes sense," she said. "We should definitely keep it to ourselves."

Lucy’s fingers went to gently stroke Ona’s side as she continued. "And maybe… nothing should happen in the hotel rooms, either. You know, since we’re close to the team there and all. It’s.. uh.. how did they say it.. a breach in professionalism."

Ona’s heart gave a slight tug at the thought of not being able to have these moments during away trips, but she knew Lucy was right. "Right," she murmured. "Sorry that happened the other night, then."

‘’No, no.’’ Lucy smiled, taking Ona’s hand and bringing it to her mouth for a tender kiss, ‘’I do not regret that at all, it made us realize there was something going on, it just happened. I meant like, going forward we should probably not do it during work hours.’’ Lucy chuckled.

Ona chuckled back, ‘’yeah, okay.’’

Her mind wandered for a moment, imagining the whispered conversations and sidelong glances they’d share while pretending nothing was going on. Could they really keep that up? What if their teammates, who already joked about how close they were, figured things out?

Lucy’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. "And… no strings," she said, her eyes meeting Ona’s. "I don’t want things to get complicated, like for you as well, mainly for you."

Ona’s stomach clenched slightly, though she forced a smile. "Right," she agreed, even though her chest felt tight. "No expectations."

But even as the words left her mouth, she wondered if she could really stick to that. It was easy to say no strings, no complications, but every time Lucy smiled at her, every time their bodies were a little too close, Ona felt something more. Something deeper.

She pushed the thoughts aside as Lucy kissed her again, her lips warm and familiar. It was enough to let it be simple. To let them have this without asking for more. Lucy just didn’t feel the same pull as her, and that was fine. She should just be happy and enjoy what they did have.

As their kisses deepened once more, Ona allowed herself to get lost in it. Lucy was all she had to think about, she would consider all the other feelings tomorrow again.

The rest of the night was spent exploring each other, giving in to the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

As the morning sun began to filter through the curtains, Ona awoke in Lucy’s arms, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. The room was quiet, the soft sounds of their breathing the only noise between them. Ona felt no awkwardness, no tension. Just a quiet sense of satisfaction and the warmth of familiarity. If this was ‘simple’ like Lucy had said, she could absolutely live with their arrangement.

Ona shifted slightly, pressing a few light kisses to Lucy’s bare chest. “Good morning,” she murmured with a soft smile, feeling at ease in a way she hadn’t expected. Waking up in Lucy’s bed felt amazing.

Lucy stirred beneath her, her body stretching lazily. She let out a low hum, her arm tightening slightly around Ona’s waist. “Mmm, morning,” she muttered, her voice thick with sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting Ona’s with a relaxed smile.

They lay there in silence for a few moments, basking in the comfort of the morning. But the unspoken question hung in the air: what now?

Ona broke the silence first, her voice soft but steady. “So… last night,” she began, tracing small patterns on Lucy’s skin. “That was… fun.”

Lucy chuckled, her hand sliding up to brush Ona’s hair back. “Yeah,” she agreed with a lazy smile. “Although I liked what you said yesterday maybe a bit more.” She mimicked Ona: ‘’fun.’’

Ona buried her face against Lucy’s chest, recalling how she had been worshipping Lucy’s name as she was brought to her fourth, uh maybe even fifth orgasm that night.

Lucy chuckled smugly, ‘’I take it that I have exceeded the expectations I drew?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ Ona replied shamefully, still hiding her face. ‘’You could say that.’’

‘’You were not too bad yourself either.’’ Lucy chuckled, poking Ona in her side playfully.

Ona squirmed, calling out until Lucy, who seemingly found it very funny, finally stopped.

There was a beat of quiet before Ona shifted slightly, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look at Lucy properly. “So, um… what does this mean for us?” She tried, curious what Lucy would say.

Lucy’s gaze softened. She had been expecting this question, there was no hesitation in her answer. “I think we’re good the way we are, like we said yesterday” she said simply, her fingers grazing Ona’s arm. “We’re friends, right? We’re probably best off not complicating that.”

Ona nodded, understanding exactly what Lucy meant. “Yeah, so we are friends that find eachother attractive?” She said casually as her heart fluttered inside her chest.

Lucy’s smile widened slightly, her eyes warm as they locked on Ona’s. “Yeah, like, friends with benefits? Or how do they call it again?” The words rolled off her tongue so easily, her tone light and clear.

Ona let out a soft laugh, nodding as she leaned back against the pillows. “Friends with benefits, yeah” she repeated, the term settling comfortably between them. “Cool.” She said, maybe more to convince herself then to confirm she was in on the arrangement.

Lucy chuckled, pulling Ona back down into her arms, her fingers brushing against Ona’s back lightly. “Yup, no nonsense, no pressure.”

Ona smiled, feeling a weight lift from her chest. This felt right… sort of.. at least it was an arrangement that allowed them to stay close without complicating things. “Mhm,” she hummed in agreement.

There was a comfortable pause, the morning sunlight casting a soft glow across the room. Lucy pressed a kiss to the top of Ona’s head, her hand trailing slowly along her spine. “Alright then,” she said, seeming deep in thought, ‘’I think we should probably not be shy about discussing our boundaries and things, hm? Talk about stuff when we need to..’’

Ona nodded, laying on her side, pressed against Lucy’s warm body.

‘’and then..’’ Lucy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.

‘’Mhm,’’ Ona grinned as she leaned in and pressed Lucy on her back, ‘’and then’’ she repeated teasingly, diving in Lucy’s neck, placing some kisses, ‘’then, we can have a lot of fun’’.

‘’Hhm’’. Lucy’s head fell back against her pillow. She groaned as Ona’s tongue trailed the skin on her neck.

Ona’s lips moved lower, trailing along Lucy’s collarbone with the same teasing intent from the night before.

Lucy smiled sleepily, her eyes half-closed, her voice warm but teasing. “Already? We just woke up.”

Ona grinned, her face half-hidden in Lucy’s neck. “Is that a no?”

Lucy laughed softly, shaking her head. “Not saying no, but... we literally just did this last night.”

Ona shifted slightly, her hand moving to rest on Lucy’s side. “I can’t help it,” she murmured, half-playful, half-serious. “You said friends with benefits, right?” She said challenging. She just couldn’t get enough of this woman, last night had been… Let’s just say Lucy wasn’t kidding when she said sleeping with her was good.

“Yeah, I did,” Lucy replied, her smile widening. She tilted her head to look at Ona with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you’d need a ‘friend with benefits’ this bad, though. You’ve got a lot of... urges to work through, huh?”

Ona’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she laughed, leaning back to let their eyes meet. “Maybe,” she admitted, her grin turning more mischievous. “I guess.”

‘’Yeah clearly,’’ Lucy’s laughter shifted into a soft groan as Ona’s fingers began tracing slow, teasing patterns over her skin again. ‘’I can see this arrangement is going to get a lot of use,'’ Lucy murmured, her tone caught between amusement and renewed desire.

Ona leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Lucy’s lips, her voice soft but teasing. “So… no complaints?”

Lucy chuckled, shaking her head. “Nuh-uh. None at all. I just didn’t expect you’d be so...”

Ona smirked raising her eyebrow. “So, what?’’

‘’I don’t know… relentless?’’.

‘’Guess you didn’t know me as well as you thought.”

Lucy’s hand slid up to cup the back of Ona’s neck, pulling her in closer. “Guess not,” she murmured before kissing her again, the tension between them building once more.

…

The past days Ona had felt a subtle shift in her and Lucy’s dynamic. They hadn’t slept together again since that morning, but the closeness between them had only grown.

No walk with the dogs was ever done alone anymore; they’d made a point of syncing their routines.

Their carpooling to training had become more than just a convenience, they waited for eachother if their schedules weren’t linking up perfectly. Those little things were part of a routine that Ona found herself looking forward to more and more.

But it wasn’t just the usual drives and practices that had changed. Their recovery sessions had changed too. Normally, Ona preferred stretches and physio after the cooling down, while Lucy was all about the ice baths. Somehow, they had started doing both their things together. It became their inside joke: the ultimate thorough recovery session. Joking that they would never have an injury again.

The ice baths weren’t so bad when Lucy was there, laughing with her. And she had been able to make Lucy laugh during stretching as Ona had made a, very quiet, teasing remark about how flexible Lucy was.

Still, despite all the time they’d spent together, Ona couldn’t stop thinking about that morning in Lucy’s bed. It had been five days, and she was starting to feel the ache again. She missed the intimacy they’d shared, and with every lingering look or accidental touch, it became harder to ignore.

Ona wasn’t sure how to address it. They’d agreed to have open communication, but for her it felt a little weird to just straight up ask for the ‘benefits’. She felt like maybe Lucy wasn’t feeling the same urgency.

Finally, last night, after an evening spent overthinking it, she texted Lucy.

@Ona Batlle: Hey, wanna have dinner at mine tomorrow evening?

She stared at the screen for a few moments, her thumb hovering over the send button before she pressed it. A few minutes passed, and her phone buzzed with Lucy’s reply.

@Lucy Bronze: Yeah, sounds good

@Lucy Bronze: Looking forward to it 😊

Ona smiled at her phone, her heart racing with anticipation. Dinner at her place was just a casual encounter, a normal evening with a friend, but she couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that came with it. Maybe because there was a good chance they would ‘cross the line’ again.

…

The next afternoon, Ona was quickly tidying up her apartment, a little more nervous than she wanted to admit. She told herself it was just dinner with a friend—friends who happened to sleep together sometimes. That’s all. Still, she found herself refreshing her bedsheets and cleaning her bathroom.

She was arranging the pillows on the couch for the third time when she heard a knock at the door.

Her heart did a small flip. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter of excitement, and opened the door to find Lucy standing there.

"Hey," Lucy greeted her with a warm smile. "Ready for the walk?"

Lucy’s dog was with her ex, but they had agreed to walk together any ways, this time just with Coco.

Ona smiled back, opening the door wider to let her in. "Yeah, just let me grab Coco, and we’ll head out."

As they walked through the quiet streets, their conversation flowed as easily as ever. But underneath the playful banter and casual talk, Ona felt the familiar tension building. She wondered if Lucy could feel it too. Like every time their hands brushed, Ona’s pulse quickened. She wandered if Lucy felt that too, it didn’t seem like it. Lucy looked totally cool, but then again, Ona looked cool from the outside too. She put a lot of effort to stay casual at all times.

When they returned to Ona’s apartment after the walk, the sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow through the windows. Lucy kicked off her shoes, taking Coco’s leash of and putting it aside as Ona went and busied herself in the kitchen, starting on dinner.

"Need any help?" Lucy asked.

"Nah, I got it," Ona replied, her voice a little lighter than she felt. She could feel Lucy’s presence behind her, and it was taking all her focus to keep her hands steady as she chopped vegetables.

"So, what’s on the menu tonight?" Lucy asked, leaning casually against the counter, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Ona glanced up with a grin, trying to hide the slight tension in her movements. "Nothing too fancy, just pasta. Simple," she added, hoping Lucy didn’t catch the underlying weight of that word.

Lucy chuckled, a knowing smile on her lips. "Simple. Simple’s good."

They ate dinner with the same ease they’d always had, talking about training, the team, the usual stuff. But even as they laughed, Ona could feel something else lingering between them, the air felt thick. Her mind kept drifting back to the couple encounter they had had up to this moment, to the way Lucy’s touch had made her pulse race, and to the promise of more.

After dinner, they settled on the couch, Coco curled up nearby. The atmosphere between felt more and more charged. Ona could feel her heartbeat pick up as she caught Lucy’s gaze.

She didn’t know how to bring it up, didn’t know how to ask for more.

With a soft exhale, she shifted closer to Lucy on the sofa, her fingers brushing lightly against Lucy’s arm. "So..." she began, her voice steady but her heart racing.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’Ona.’’ She said softly, taking her hand.

Hearing her name she looked at Lucy.

Ona exhaled softly, feeling her heart race as Lucy took her hand. The warmth of her touch was grounding, but the nervous energy buzzing inside her didn’t quite fade.

Lucy’s voice was soft, a little bit teasing. "You don’t have to be so nervous." she chuckled.

Ona swallowed, her gaze meeting Lucy’s. She tried to find the right words, her fingers lightly gripping Lucy’s hand. "I’ve been thinking about... you know."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Lucy’s lips, her expression warm but mischievous. "Yeah?" she murmured, her thumb brushing over Ona’s knuckles. "I thought you might."

Ona’s breath hitched at Lucy’s easy agreement, her pulse quickening. "Yeah. I’ve been… wanting to."

Lucy chuckled, her hand moving up to cup the side of Ona’s face, her fingers brushing her cheek. "Me too," she admitted, her voice soft but sure. She leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above Ona’s. "It´s cute you made me a dinner for it, though."

With that, Lucy closed the gap, her lips pressing against Ona’s in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and filled with the familiar heat that had been building between them. Ona responded instantly, her hands sliding up to tangle in Lucy’s hair as their kiss deepened, the tension between them breaking like a dam.

Lucy’s hands wandered, sending shivers down Ona’s spine. They shifted on the couch, their bodies pressing together as the kiss grew more heated. Ona’s fingers trailed down Lucy’s back, pulling her closer, the feel of her skin under her hands intoxicating.

Before long, Lucy’s hands found the hem of Ona’s shirt, lifting it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Ona did the same, tugging at Lucy’s clothes with desperate urgency. The couch beneath them creaked as they shifted again, Lucy’s lips moving to Ona’s neck, kissing a slow trail that made Ona gasp.

Ona breathed heavy, her body filled with anticipation.

Lucy’s smirked, her hands moving to unfasten Ona’s jeans.

They didn’t need to rush, but neither of them wanted to stop. Neither of them could stop, they wanted eachother. They wanted eachother now.

Their kisses grew more fervent as they stripped the last of their clothes away. The feeling of Lucy’s skin against hers, the way Lucy touched her with both tenderness and hunger, made Ona’s head spin.

Ona’s breath came in shallow gasps as Lucy’s lips left a searing trail down her neck, moving lower with purpose. Her touch, hot and confident, sent waves of heat through Ona’s body. As Lucy unfastened Ona’s jeans, her eyes flicked up with a mischievous smile, Ona’s pulse quickened in response.

Lucy tugged Ona’s jeans down, her underwear coming down with it, leaving her completely exposed, and for a moment, the anticipation hung thick in the air. Ona’s heart raced as she watched Lucy’s gaze darken with desire, her hands gliding over Ona’s thighs with a slow, teasing touch.

“Been thinking about this,” Lucy murmured, her voice low and filled with barely contained need.

Ona bit her lip, her body aching for Lucy’s touch. She had no words, only a burning desire that matched the heat in Lucy’s eyes. And then Lucy’s lips were on her skin again, kissing a slow, torturous path lower and lower. Her breath hitched as Lucy’s mouth hovered at her center, her eyes flicking up to meet Ona’s one more time, a playful glint in them.

Lucy didn’t hold back. Her mouth found Ona, her tongue pressing firmly against her, and Ona gasped, her hands clutching the couch cushions as her body arched involuntarily. Lucy’s touch was both gentle and insistent, but it was the hunger behind every movement that made Ona’s head spin.

She could feel Lucy’s eagerness, the way her lips and tongue worked with an intensity that left her breathless. There was no hesitation, no teasing, just something that Ona could only describe as hungry desire, as if Lucy had been waiting for this just as much as Ona had. Maybe she wasn’t the only one who’d been dying for this, Ona thought, her body trembling beneath Lucy’s touch.

Lucy’s hands gripped Ona’s hips, pulling her closer as her tongue moved faster, more deliberate. Ona’s breathing turned ragged, her fingers tangling in Lucy’s hair as she tried to ground herself, the pleasure building in waves, higher and higher with every stroke. Lucy was relentless, her mouth working with a single goal in mind, the heat of her breath sending sparks of electricity through Ona’s body.

Ona’s mind went blank, consumed by the sensation. All she could feel was Lucy; her mouth, her hands, the way her tongue moved with perfect precision. The tension in her body coiled tighter, the pleasure too intense to contain.

“Lucy,” Ona gasped, her voice barely a whisper as the heat inside her built to a breaking point. She was close. So close, her body was trembling uncontrollably. Lucy’s response was a soft hum against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

Not longer then a few moments later everything inside Ona snapped.

The pleasure burst through her in an overwhelming rush, her body arching off the couch as she came undone beneath Lucy’s eager touch. Her hands tightened in Lucy’s hair, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the world around her faded away, leaving her sensing only the white-hot bliss of release.

Lucy didn’t stop until Ona’s body had fully relaxed, riding out the last tremors of pleasure. Only then did she pull back slightly, pressing a few soft kisses to Ona’s thighs before resting her head against her, her breath warm against her skin.

Ona laid there spend on the couch, her body still buzzing, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her heart pounded in her ears, her fingers slowly loosened their grip on Lucy’s hair.

…

Both totally spend they laid on their backs on the mattress, their feet were laying at the part where their heads where supposed to be and their heads at the feet’s end.

It had been a couple of hours since they had finished dinner. They had been laying like this the last 15 minutes. Both of them were wading in their own euphoria.

One thing was for sure, they definitely had chemistry. Their sex was unmatched. Ona could only speak for herself of course, but she had never had anyone she clicked with so well, physically.

Lucy rolled on top of her, burying her face in the crook of Ona’s neck. She didn’t say anything, she just laid there.

Was she taking in her scent? The thought pulled Ona right back to reality.

Ona smiled, ‘’what are you doing?’’ She giggled.

Lucy groaned, ‘’mmm we have to shower, but I don’t want too.’’

‘’Yeah we should definitely shower.’’ Ona chuckled. ‘’But we can wait a little bit.’’

‘’Mhm, but we’ve got a game tomorrow.’’

‘’How late is it anyways?’’ Ona asked, not able to move due to the weight on top of her.

They stood under the warm water of the shower.

Lucy stood behind Ona, her arms wrapped around her waist, her lips pressing light kisses along the curve of Ona’s shoulder.

"I should probably go home," Lucy murmured after a moment, her voice low and regretful. "Get some sleep in my own bed."

Ona nodded, though a pang of disappointment twisted in her chest. "Yeah, of course." She didn’t want to seem clingy or too attached, but she couldn’t help feeling a little sad at the idea of Lucy leaving.

"This was fun, though," Lucy continued, her fingers tracing gentle circles on Ona’s stomach. "Really fun."

"Yeah, it was," Ona agreed softly, her mind already racing with the new memories they made this night.

Lucy pressed one last kiss to the back of Ona’s neck before turning off the shower and stepping out. As they dried off and got dressed, Ona felt the weight of something unspoken between them again.

She didn’t want Lucy to go, but she wasn’t sure if she could say that without making things more complicated.

Before leaving, Lucy turned to her with a playful smile. "You know, if you ever want to�� do this again," she smiled, "you can just say so.’’ She thought about it for a second. ‘’Like… I don’t know, say like 'I’d like to do something simple'?"

Ona chuckled, a smile pulling at her lips. "Something simple?"

"Yeah, not that the thing we do is simple, but it would be like our little code," Lucy said, chuckling. "I don’t know, maybe I am being silly, I meant to say, like, just let me know and I’ll be here."

Ona smiled back, though there was a slight ache in her chest as Lucy got ready to leave.

Later, Ona was in her bed alone, her body still humming from the evening. She smelt the detergent of the sheets she had replaced, for the second time this day. She had debated leaving the other once on, having Lucy’s smell, but they were ruined.

She should have been happy. She was happy, really. This was what she’d wanted. Sleeping with Lucy. Yet, as she stared at the empty space beside her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.

She thought back to the night at the beginning of this week. The night she’d spent in Lucy’s arms and the quiet comfort of waking up beside her. It had felt different then, more connected.

Now, lying in her own bed, Ona couldn’t help but feel a little hollow. A little alone.

She sighed softly, pulling the covers up to her chin, trying to ignore the loneliness settling in her chest. She could handle this. It was simple. She just had to keep reminding herself of that.

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You Never Fail To Satisfy(Nanami Kento x FemDom!Reader)

warnings: smut, use of the word mistress, slight cock torture, blink-and-you'll-miss-it pet play, femdom, biting, slight choking, bondage, general lewd themes pairings: Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Fem!Dom!Reader word count: 1k summary: Kento comes home tired, but you want to show him who's boss a/n: this is my last braincell hard at work! I dedicate this to @benkeibear and @kenpachisbrat as without the conversation we had, I wouldn't have thought up this delicious masterpiece.

Kento stumbles into the house, his shoulders slumped. It’s been a long day, and all he wants to do is come home to his pretty lover and relax. But the minute he walks into the bedroom, he can tell things aren’t going to go his way.

“Mmm there’s my big, strong lover. My hardworking salaryman,” you coo from your position on the bed.

Kento’s eyes bulge when he sees just how you're dressed. You’re wearing just one of his button-up shirts, the first few buttons aren’t even fastened. You beckon him closer, and Kento knows better than to refuse.

“Sit on the bed, baby.”

It’s not a suggestion, it’s not a question. It’s a demand and Kento knows better than to defy you right now. He knows what kind of mood you’re in, so he’s going to comply. He sits on the bed, his stress beginning to melt away bit by bit.

“That’s my good boy,” you whisper in his ear. You position yourself behind him, your legs at his sides as you begin to massage his shoulders. Despite the comfort and softness, he knows there’s more at play.

Your hands begin to caress downward, rubbing his chest and neck before your fingers attack his tie. You loosen it, pulling it down from its place on his neck. Then with deft hands, you pull the tie behind him and you begin to fasten it to one of his wrists. He groans softly as you tighten the tie, then you pull the other wrist over so you can tie them together. You tug on the knot to make sure it’s keeping his hands together.

“Now, isn’t this just so perfect? Are you ready?”

Kento swallows hard. “Y-yes…”

You smirk to yourself. He gets all shy whenever you dominate him like this, but only because it turns him on so much. He’s already rock hard in his pants, You then straddle his lap, pushing your breasts in his face.

“You been missin’ me, huh?” You ask him, tugging on that beautiful blond hair.

His eyes are glazed over with lust already, “Y-yes, missed you so much…”

You tug even harder on his hair, “Ah, ah, ah…you gotta use the proper term with me.”

Kento groans, his eyes rolling back as you continue to pull on his hair. His cock twitches in his dress pants, straining against the expensive fabric. Another harsh tug on his hair causes him to buck his hips involuntarily.

“What is it, baby? You need me to take care of you? I need you to use the words.”

Kento whimpers, “P-please mistress. I need you…”

You chuckle darkly, “Oh, sweet man…you’ll get off. Eventually.”

There’s a darkness in his eyes that he’s seen before. It’s driving him crazy that he can’t touch you. His senses are overwhelmed with the scent of you and the feeling of your nails raking against his scalp. You tug on his hair once more, then you press your lips down upon his.

“You’re already so hard, baby…” you reach down, squeezing his cock through his pants.

He whimpers, and a string of curses fall from his lips as you continue to palm him and squeeze him. His cock is throbbing in his pants, a stain beginning to form from all the precum leaking out. You continue to tease him, squeezing and rubbing him. He’s twitching and throbbing, his whole body shuddering as you don’t let up.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you cum?”

His head falls back and he’s pleading with you. You give his cock a hard squeeze, making him grunt. His balls feel tight already. Then you pull your hand away from him completely.

“Baby,” you warn him. “I need an answer when I ask a question.”

Your hand comes up to his throat, not putting enough pressure to block the airways, but just enough to let him know you’re being serious right now. His eyes widen a little bit, and his voice comes out a bit strained.

“I wanna cum, mistress. Please mistress, I’ve been good. Lemme cum please? Then I’ll lick your pussy really good.”

This makes you remove your hand from his throat, sliding down to the button-up shirt he’s wearing presently. Your fingers undo the buttons slowly. You’re teasing him again, but he’s being so good for you, so you know he needs a reward.

Shivers run down his spine as your nails rake up and down his chest once it's exposed to you. On his cheeks is a cute, rosy tinge. You begin to play with the light-colored chest hair that’s sprinkled on his broad chest. Then one of your hands pulls on his hair to pull back his head, exposing more of his neck to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” you murmur against his skin. Kento squirms as you press delicate kisses to his throat.

Then he shudders when your teeth graze his Adam's apple. Your eyes flicker up to his, making sure he’s still enjoying every moment of this. You begin to nip and suck on the sensitive parts of his neck, then you move down to his collarbone. He inhales sharply when you nibble on his pec.

“Awhh what is it? You love it when your pretty lover showers you in affection?” You ask him.

His eyes roll back as you suck on his pert nipple. He’s been so good so far, you almost feel bad about teasing him like this, but it’s been so much fun for you. Then you look back into his eyes.

“Ken, honey…remember what I said about wanting an answer.” You lightly tap on his cheek. Your heart melts when he nuzzles his face in your palm.

“I’m sorry mistress, I’m just…I need to cum,”

You make a big show of considering it before your hands begin to work on his belt and zipper. When his cock is freed from the confines of his boxer briefs, he’s panting and whimpering like a little puppy.

You flick the leaking head, making him whine so pathetically. He’s been pent up since he’s been home. Maybe even before that. His head falls back as you slowly begin stroking just the head of his cock.

“If you can last five minutes of me stroking your cock without cumming,” you whisper in his ear. “Then I promise to let you cum in my pussy.”

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WANTEEZ EP.2 — TRANSFER STUDENT

jieun is committed to the bit

Everyone conversed amongst themselves as they waited patiently for the next member to appear at the door. After about a minute, the sound of the door being slid open caused them all to look over.

Jieun pushed the door out of her way, carrying her bookbag in one hand and a black designer purse in the other. Black sunglasses were perched upon her nose with a silver necklace dangling from her neck.

[Who is this new transfer student?]

“Woah, is she a celebrity?” Someone asked. With a slight smirk, Jieun closed the door behind her and made her way to the front of the class.

“Hello everybody, my name is Sophie Song and I’m from Seongnam, South Korea,” she announced confidently in English, eliciting some surprised noises from the rest of the class. “But you can call me Jieun.”

“She seems to be really rich,” Jongho commented. “Hey, Jieun. What do your parents do for work?”

Jieun sighed as she took off her sunglasses, inspecting them.

“My father is the CEO of a huge company,” she said as she put them on her head.

“And what is the name of the company?” Wooyoung asked.

[What will be this heiress’ answer..?]

With a straight face, Jieun turned to the boy and answered.

“KQ Entertainment.”

“Oh? Isn’t that company poor?” One of the other classmates asked, causing them all to burst into laughter, including Jieun. She quickly composed herself and shook her head.

“No, he built it from the ground up,” Jieun said. “Now the company is worth millions.”

“Of cents.”

Sighing, Jieun just nodded, muttering a “Yeah, sure,” as she made her way to her seat.

[Heiress has given up]

WANTEEZ EP.4 — ZOMBIE VIRUS

jieun proving she holds ateez’s single braincell

“I think that the human zombie might not know whether they’re the zombie or not,” Jongho said sincerely, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to think about who it could be.

“Alright, it’s Jongho,” Wooyoung concluded suddenly, clearly fighting off a smirk. “It’s definitely him.”

As the other members agreed, Jieun remained still, her gaze locked on seemingly nothing.

[Song Ice lost in thought]

After about a minute of silence from the girl, Jieun suddenly looked up. Her eyebrows were raised as she brought herself to her feet.

“It’s San.” The others turned to her in confusion, while the accused boy widened his eyes.

“What- me?”

Jieun nodded and turned to him.

“They said that the human zombie doesn’t get bitten, but when the Fever Time happened for the first time, all the zombies went towards me except for one who went to San. Wouldn’t more of them have gone to him because he was closer?” Her gaze cut into him like a knife, eyes narrowed. “And he didn’t have a big reaction when one of the zombies hugged him, but he usually would.”

[Good point…]

“I was so scared, honestly— I felt like I was frozen,” San explained earnestly, putting a hand over his heart.

“But also,” Jieun said, still staring at him. “When all three of us were in the classroom, you were again closer to the zombie but instead he attacked Yunho.”

At this, Yunho spoke up. “Although, San was kind of off to the side and the zombie was already walking towards me, so I think that’s why.”

“And we all know that San is really a scaredy cat,” Yeosang added. “So I’m not surprised he froze.”

Wooyoung just shook his head. “I still think we should vote Jongho out.”

“Me too,” agreed Hongjoong.

“Yeah, same.”

Jieun looked around at her members for some confirmation, but it looked like everyone had already made up their minds. Her mouth straightened into a flat line as she looked directly at the camera with a tired look on her face.

[…but it falls on deaf ears]

She let out a sigh, shrugging as she sat back down, “Alright, if that’s what the majority decides.”

[Jieun-ah… fighting?]

WANTEEZ EP.7 — FRIENDSHIP TEST

a (not so) rare moment of ateez adoring their youngest member turns into a jieun exposee

“Now for our youngest, lovely Jieun!” Hongjoong announced. The girl smiled as she walked to the center, waiting for her song.

[Patiently waiting…]

“Ah-“ Jieun said, smiling when the pre-chorus Seventeen’s “Snap Shoot” started playing. She mouthed the lyrics for the rap section before starting the choreo. The other members cheered as she danced, even more so during the post-chorus where, on every “chal-kak”, Jieun struck a pose. First was a big heart, then she turned and blew a kiss towards the members, who all clutched their hearts. San even fell to the ground.

[Jieun receiving lots of love from her brothers]

When the music stopped, Jieun bowed to the camera before quickly retreating to her spot, using her hands to cover her face in embarrassment.

“Our Jieunie is so cute,” Wooyoung said as he tried pinching her cheeks, but Jieun just pushed him away. Witnessing this, Jongho spoke up.

“You know, Jieun always acts like she hates aegyo but I think she secretly enjoys doing it.” The others nodded in agreement.

“She’s so good at it too,” Mingi agreed.

“Sometimes I see her practicing her aegyo at home,” Yeosang added. Everyone began laughing as Jieun’s eyebrows raised. She turned to the boy accusingly.

“I have never practiced aegyo before,” Jieun said, waving her hand at the camera crew, all of whom looked amused. “That’s just a lie.” Seonghwa nodded in agreement.

“I believe Jieunie,” he said. Jieun was relieved that someone was on her side, but the relief quickly dissipated as the oldest went on. “She wouldn’t need to practice aegyo because she’s naturally cute.”

At that, the others started giggling, while Jieun simply stared at Seonghwa with her ice-cold gaze.

[Song Ice is back]

WANTEEZ EP.10 — HEALTH CHECK-UP

jieun’s state after waking up while being high on anesthesia

“Oh, Jieunie’s awake?” Seonghwa asked, raising his eyebrows.

Yunho immediately stood up, grinning. “Let’s go visit her.”

A few of the members made their way to the recovery room, careful as they filed inside so as to not make any noise. Jieun was laid on one of the beds, the blanket wrapped over her body and around her head so that you could only see her face.

“Cute,” Seonghwa said with a soft smile when he saw her.

“Who’s there?” Jieun muttered. She raised her head slightly and opened one eye, smiling when she saw the others standing there. “Oh, hi oppas.”

[Too cute to handle]

The members that had walked into the room immediately started smiling, some even turning away to hide their reddening faces. Jieun let out a small yawn as she curled into a tighter ball.

“I’m glad you’re all here,” she said, closing her eyes again. “Thank you for taking care of me. Let’s all be happy and healthy in the new year, ok?”

[The real Song Ice, everybody]

“Yes, Jieunie,” Yunho said as he patted her head. “Take care of yourself too, ok?” Jieun hummed in response, giving a small nod before resting her head down again.

“Jieun-ah, good night.” Wooyoung bent down, giving the girl a small peck on the head. He grinned as he stood up straight, causing Yeosang to laugh.

“If Jieun wasn’t high right now, she would’ve stared at you like she was going to attack.”

A clip of Jieun’s death glare from a previous episode plays

[A look that will curse the next 10 Jung generations]

“Let’s let her rest,” Seonghwa suggested. He turned, using his arms to quietly usher everyone out of the room.

WANTEEZ EP.21 – DRINK TOUR

jieun being the only sober (kinda) member + scaring Wooyoung into sobriety

Jieun watched in amusement as the other members yelled at each other, the chain not having yet gotten to her. As she waited, she reached over and grabbed a water bottle from the edge of the table, taking a quick drink for herself before grabbing an empty glass and pouring some out. She turned and handed the glass to San beside her, whose face had gotten significantly redder in the last three minutes since the yelling game had started.

At first he refused, thinking it was more alcohol, but Jieun shook her head.

“Don’t worry, it’s water,” she said. “Now drink.” San nodded, gratefully taking the glass from her hand and drinking it all in one gulp. She took the glass back from him, using her other hand to rub circles on his back.

[Thoughtful Jieunie]

Unfortunately for her, Wooyoung saw the kind gesture and started complaining.

“Hey, why are you only taking care of him?”

[Burning with jealousy]

Jieun snapped her gaze towards him, staring at Wooyoung so intensely that he began shrinking into his seat.

“Ah… I’m sorry.”

The other members started laughing as Wooyoung looked down in embarrassment, quickly grabbing a glass and downing another shot. Jieun chuckled, shaking her head as she grabbed the water bottle and handed it to him.

“I don’t think Wooyoung’s drunk anymore,” Mingi said, laughing.

The shoot continued, Jieun occasionally pouring more glasses of water and forcing the other members to drink them in between shots. She took a few shots here and there, but mainly focused on making sure the members with low alcohol tolerance (re: San) didn’t drink anymore.

“Hey, Jieun,” Wooyoung said when she refilled his glass of water. “Did you even drink anything tonight?”

“Of courth I did,” she replied, eyes wide.

Jongho laughed, raising his eyebrows. “What’s with that pronunciation?”

She looked over at him, bringing her pointer finger up to her lips to shush him. At that moment, San let out a loud yawn. He swayed side to side before eventually falling onto Jieun’s shoulder. She moved slightly, adjusting herself so that he could fully lay down and rest his head on her lap.

“That’s how you know she’s drunk,” Yunho said, observing the whole interaction. “She’s not fighting him off.”

Jieun just blinked at him before letting out a sigh. She turned her head to the front and stared straight at the camera with a tired expression.

[Jieun-ah… fighting?]

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