#I still have asks waiting for answers-I don't want you to think that I'm ignoring them! im just still crawling on the ceiling on all fours

[aggieharkness]

And in her arms, she cradled your heart Chp. 2

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x reader

Summary: With the tests saying that there's a baby on the way there is nothing else for you and Lilia to do but to go absolutely insane with worry and bring Jen into the mix hoping that she would tell you both what to expect and if there is indeed a little life waiting to be born.

Warnings: pregnancy, age gap, magical conception, mention of female body parts, mention/implied issues with body weight. I don't think there's anything else that needs to go here, for now.

Author's note: Here you have chapter two of this lovely story that I'm having so much fun writing. Special shout-out to @bravewithacapitalb for being my Beta Reader and my medical advisor for this whole project. You are an angel. I haven't written pregnancies in a while, so please be gentle but tell me how it looks, if you like it and all that. I accept constructive criticism, and if there's anything you might want to see in this story, don't hesitate to ask, I'll add it to the best extent I can. Also available on Ao3. Finally, let's thank Patti Lupone for giving us Lilia Calderu, and Jac for writing her so beautifully.

Chp. 1

Word count: 15K

I carry your love nestled under my heart

Jen stayed true to her word and showed up at the shop in under ten minutes. Lilia had not moved from her spot in her favourite armchair, her head feeling fuzzy and almost as if she was floating on a cloud. Part of her was absolutely ecstatic, as if nothing in the world could surpass these emotions of love and happiness, but there was also part of her that still doubted it all. Five tests were enough proof but how was one supposed to believe in something that she could not see that she could not yet feel? Her body had given her signals that something was going on, but she had ignored them, all the answers that she could come up with to explain them improbable or impossible in her opinion, after all, what woman didn’t experience tenderness on her breasts at least once every few months for no apparent reason or suddenly develop new tastes on foods and such. She had simply moved on. But then she had felt that spark of magic through your hand, that undeniable power that came from spontaneous creation, from a life forming deep within her, and it was so hard not to believe, not to let her heart burst with such unbridled joy that she feared she might explode. Everything was still terribly confusing, the sudden change in her day leaving her a bit unsteady on her feet, though she wasn’t worried about falling; you were there with her after all.

And to say that your nerves weren’t all over the place would be a lie, a big fat lie, your heart hammering against your ribs as you paced up and down the room. It was as if two different worlds were colliding inside your home; the shocked but calm one of Lilia and the rushing and panicking one that was yours, a whirlwind of emotions bolting inside your chest and head as if they were on a rollercoaster. Every few seconds your eyes observed your love, still perched on her armchair, noticing the way her fingers absentmindedly twirled the fabric of her gown around her stomach, her deep brown eyes glazed as she seemed to be deep in thought. The only thing you wanted was to know what it was that was running through her head, if she was as terrified as you were. Of course, she was, she had to be, she was pregnant, the tests said that she was pregnant, her body had been telling you both that something was going on and neither of you had listened. You were thankful you didn’t work as a nurse; you would have felt rather stupid to not have seen the signs, but then again, what were the signs?! You had only seen pregnancy on TV and films, and most of the time it was represented in such a fairytale like way that one would think having a baby was as easy as simply opening one’s eyes and puff, a baby in your arms, but then again the rest of the time it was represented as if it was a life-sucking illness, and you could hardly think of Lilia’s current situation as life-threatening. So, you could not rely on that.

Hearing the ruffling of fabric beside you your pacing was interrupted by Lilia standing up and heading your way. Did she have blood in her veins or was it milk because you just couldn’t understand how she was so collected, so chill when you were about to have a stroke if you didn’t get your heartbeats under control? You could almost feel your blood pressure rising, a pulsating feeling in your brow, your breaths hurried and uneven. You didn’t want her to think that you regretted this, that you didn’t want to have a baby with her, you most certainly did, but the risks, all the horrible things that could happen to her just kept popping into your head, clouding your vision and judgment. So much could go wrong, she could suffer from so many health problems and you just didn’t think that you could handle her being in pain or even lose her. She meant too much to you, she was your entire world but then again if something happened to the baby you didn’t think Lilia would survive it. Everything could go wrong, and you would be left alone mourning them both, and your heart just could not deal with it, practically about to leap out of your chest. Oh, shit, you were having a panic attack. Lilia’s hands shot out to grab you by the arms, talking to you in hushed voices, the citrusy aroma of her shampoo along with the vanilla from the tea, mixing and filling your lungs, the feeling of her warm skin on yours serving as a grounding point.

-Y/N, listen to my voice, look at me, baby, look at me. – your eyes were moving from side to side unable to focus on her, unable to focus on anything as the fear and terror, all the what ifs that could cross your mind, fuelled your erratic emotions. Seeing that her words were not getting through she grabbed your face a bit more roughly than she would have wanted and forced your eyes to meet hers. – That’s it, look at me, just look at my eyes. Concentrate simply on me.

They were so big, so tender and gentle, full of love with each movement of her pupils, with each slight twitching as she tried her best to hold your piercing gaze. Lilia had always been so expressive, her features giving away every thought, every feeling that was coursing through her veins, and those eyes of hers spoke to you on so many different levels. They were comforting in their infinite wisdom, caring with their loving gaze, grounding with the determination and calmness that always seemed to surround her, like an aura of simple relaxation. You supposed that time had shaped her like that, into this steady force that your fingers were holding onto, allowing you to fall inside her deep brown eyes, a void of warmth enfolding your entire being. You recognised Lilia’s magic, her kind tendrils of golden power intertwining with your chaotic sage ones, the lights in the room flickering in your panicked state. She had your full attention now, holding you in place with very little effort, so she took the chance and removed one of her hands from your face, gently guiding your palm to her chest. Under your fingertips the soft satin of her dress slid like water, the heat of her palm caressing your fingers as you felt the steady rhythm of her heart, the way the swell of her breast forced your hand to raise and fall with every breath she took, serene, kind in its execution.

Her voice, soft as velvet, coached you to follow her breathing pattern, to try and follow her hoping that you wouldn’t hyperventilate. In and out. In and out. The dizziness that had started to bloom in your head released its grip slowly, leaving your body shaking slightly, but at least your lungs were getting the oxygen they required, the intrusive thoughts that were plaguing your mind vanishing in a cloud of golden promises and reassurances. She was the one supposed to be losing her mind, she had told you before, and yet here you were, shitting bricks and giving yourself mini heart attacks for no reason. If Lilia was this serene about it all, why were you going insane with worry? Was this going to be the new way you were going to live your life, absolutely panicked about every little thing? You couldn’t understand how fathers or partners didn’t end up in the grave before their kid was born. But moving your eyes from where your hand was on her chest, your breaths becoming almost as steady as hers, towards her face you saw this glow, this blush on her cheeks, a sparkle in her eyes that washed away every thought you had. You had to be her rock, her best support through it all, you could not fall apart. The pressure that had built in your chest had vanished mostly, leaving only a slight discomfort on your left side that you were sure would pass.

-Are you okay?

-Yeah. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.

-You panicked, which is perfectly understandable. – she still held your hand against her chest even if your breaths had calmed down significantly, while with the other one, she caressed the hair on the side of your head, her thumb rubbing circles on your cheekbone. It was a comforting motion, a gesture so normal that her hands were doing it almost of their own accord. - Neither of us realised this could actually happen. I thought it would be years before we could actually try.  

-Is this how it feels to be a mother? Freaking out over every little thing?

-I don’t know, I’ve never been a mother before. But something tells me that this fear will be overshadowed by happiness when we have our little witch or wiccan in our arms. It’s just the “first-time parent” jitters, I’m sure.

-I hope so because I have a weak heart, Lilia. One single health scare from you and Rio takes me to the afterlife, I swear.

The atmosphere in the room had changed completely, like a back-and-forth dance of happiness and terror that returned once more to joy as her words sank into your tumultuous mind. At your comment Lilia couldn’t help but laugh melodiously, the sound echoing against the thin walls, her forehead resting over yours for a moment. You were not particularly gifted in reading minds, an aspect that had bothered you ever since you had been little, but with Lilia’s touch on yours, with the way she was so open all the time since returning from the Witches Road, you could sense her every thought, every emotion that fell drop by drop around your heart. She was just as scared as you; she had seen many friends lost to miscarriages and labours that had lasted for too long and bitter tears had been cried many times since those years, but all that pain and misery was simply nothing compared to the joy that the children she had helped deliver had brought to her heart. She was sure that this baby would bring such a feeling into her life, a dream that at last she could fulfill in a world where she wasn’t persecuted, chased out of every town she lived in, a world in which she had met you.

-I promise I’ll try my best to keep all illnesses at bay. No colds or stomach aches, witches honour.

She could be such a fool, but what a lovely silly fool she was to you. Her kind smile brightened up the room even further, all the terror that had claimed your mind and heart subsiding until there was nothing left. Perhaps it was her powers doing the trick, she was quite an empathic witch after all, a natural nurturer and carer, but there was part of her personality that helped tremendously. Though there had been times when that hadn’t been the case. The first day after her return had been hard, to say the least, she had been gone for what had seemed months to her and adjusting to being at home with you had been troubling, but the main problem had been her magic. She had pushed her powers as deep inside her as she could and even then, the gaps and visions had always found a way to disturb her and disrupt her life, so being in touch with it again so intensely had been a challenge she was not sure if she was ready for. She had cried in your arms as she told you that she had made up her mind about dying, that she had been ready for it, her words slicing through your heart and making it bleed with each gash that she unintentionally made, but her voice had been so weak, so bitter and full of regret and yet so honest, so afraid of finding out what she could do now that her past, present and future were finally one within her, that you hadn’t had the strength to say anything. She had known it would crush you, she said, but she had to make sure she could protect you and her current coven, she couldn’t simply stand back and watch you all die, not again, and that somehow had made your chest swell with pride amongst the pools of blood. She was choosing her own path, she was doing what she knew was right, even if it hurt, even if it meant saying her last farewell, all the plans you had made laying there in the cold basement of your lives collecting dust, forgotten, frozen in time.

She had made peace with herself as she fell, there had been no room for pain or regret in those few seconds before her life came to a conclusion; she hadn’t expected to be freed from the Road, to be alive, leaving her to actually face her choices and her future, to carry on. So being so raw, so emotional, and out of control with her feelings had been a side effect she hadn’t considered, and it had brought on an accident or two at the most unexpected of times, though at least her gaps had been somewhat less tragic and forceful, her visions gentle guidances for the future instead of omens of death and despair. That first day at home Lilia had been far from Lilia, or at least she had felt as if she hadn’t been herself, but time had been kind to her for once, and with each passing day things only got better, minus those moments when she would make the lights flicker in anger or frustration or when the salty, hot tears began to fall as she opened up to you, a chill in the air accompanying each painful verse of her biography. Coming to think of it now, with her in your arms and the cozy warmth that exuded from her body, you suspected part of it was to be blamed on the baby. Lilia was a pro where magic was concerned and seeing her confused and overwhelmed even if it was just for an instant was something that neither of you had known how to react to, simply thinking that it was some sort of aftermath from the Road, but it was no coincidence that the atmosphere in her home, her sanctuary, changed fluidly to her every emotion all of a sudden when in two years of being with her nothing like this had ever occurred. To be honest the signs had been there all along and you had been just too blind to see them. Standing now near the kitchen with her soft touch on your face, you were glad things had improved and Lilia was back to being herself. She had felt so out of place, as if she had been living in someone else’s skin, unused to feeling her magic flow freely in her veins, allowing herself to embrace her gift.

Breathing her in, a hint of incense clinging to her clothes, it was amazing how well you could slip into her mind and simply feel her, read her like an open book. The attack had passed, your breath now having returned to normal, but you felt how Lilia’s touch didn’t cease its grip, as if she needed you to understand that she was fine, that everything would be okay just like you had told her it would, though you couldn’t help but feel slightly bad for having caused this entire situation. She was still learning to be the witch she was supposed to be, adjusting to everything even after two months had passed; adding a baby to the mix might be too much for her, you feared, but she was giving you no indication that she felt anything but unbridled happiness. She was simply serene in the chaos of it all. The breeze that flew and swirled around you as it came through the kitchen window, carrying the aroma of the flowers from the garden, had turned slightly cooler than what you were comfortable with, a shiver running down your spine, shaking the hand that was resting still over Lilia’s heart. Your frame shook under her touch, and as much as she wanted to keep you close, she didn’t think you would appreciate catching a cold.

Separating her forehead from yours, that link that had formed between your minds dissolved in the air that floated around you, like the remaining sparkles of a firework that glow in the sky until there’s only smoke. Releasing the hand she had pressed against her chest and dropping the one on your face to your sides, rubbing the skin of your forearms, she walked away towards the window to close it. The sun was setting over the horizon, the garden bathed in oranges and pinks that reflected in a rainbow of colours over the emerald grass. They almost seemed to drip onto the white petals of the plumerias, tainting them with their essence. Lilia was struck by a sudden visitor just when she was about to turn away, watching as a tiny hummingbird of purple and turquoise iridescent feathers flapped its wings around a big orange hibiscus flower, a Rose of Sharon you had called it, that decorated the furthest wall. The bird had Lilia bewitched for a moment with the way its tiny frame swayed in the breeze, resting over the fragile petals as if it weighed nothing. The sound of the bell ringing in the shop disturbed the quiet moment, forcing your eyes to break their gaze from Lilia’s enthralled body, the still lingering warmth of her golden magic slipping through your fingers as you walked towards the beady curtain and out into the shop. The beads clashing against each other forced Lilia to tear her eyes from the window, resting her back against the counter to watch how the tassels swayed from side to side after your body vanished from her sight. Jen stayed true to her word and showed up at the shop in under ten minutes, a big black bag in her hands.

-Hi, Y/N. – she was dressed appropriately for a catwalk, you thought, in a pink and black jumpsuit, her signature necklace around her long neck, and a pink cape over her shoulders, not for a house call, but Jen’s sense of fashion was always too glamourous for the tasks ahead. She still hadn’t recovered from having had to rip her pink dress.

-Hey. Thanks for coming on such short notice.

-As if I would miss this. You weren’t kidding on the phone, were you?

-Have you ever known me to joke about anything related to Lilia? – she raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t comment, simply closed the door behind her and stepped properly into the room. - I swear it, Jen. She took five tests, and all came back positive, I’m not tripping balls here. – she looked at you with a lopsided grin, tilting her head, but remained quiet once again, not wasting an instant before she was following you to the back, huffing under the weight of whatever was in that bag of hers, grunting when you pushed the curtain to the side and held it for her, the hem of her cape brushing the sides of the doorframe. Lilia had not moved from her spot next to the window, writhing her hands over her abdomen.

-Hi Lilia. A little birdy told me you have found yourself in quite a situation.

-I suppose you could say that. – her heart was hammering hard against her ribs, the sight of Jen with her snotty remarks, full ego, and overpowering confidence both reassuring her while also making her nerves roll in her stomach, suddenly feeling as if her entire body was rising in temperature with the way her anxiety was spiking. – How have you been?

-Quite well actually. No Agatha to put up with since last week, so absolutely wonderful. I would ask how you are feeling, but you look as if you’ve just had a glass of a certain poisoned wine and the side effects are hitting you hard, so I guess that says it all.

-I wouldn’t go that far, but I can’t say that I’m not a bit… surprised.

-Understandable if what miss proto-witch here says she’s done to you it’s true. – her tone was playful if not a bit mocking as she pointed at you, standing about two feet behind her, with her thumb, a taunting note lacing her word. She really couldn’t help herself. It grated your nerves slightly, but Lilia didn’t seem bothered, maybe it was Jen’s way of trying to dissipate some of the tension that was clearly building up in the room as she walked towards the kitchen table, placing her heavy bag on top with a loud thump. Your eyes flickered between her, as she opened it and ruffled with whatever was inside, and Lilia, who was holding onto her gown for dear life, knuckles almost white. It didn’t go unnoticed by you the way her body was shaking, switching her weight from one foot to the other, and in an attempt to calm her nerves as she had done with you barely two minutes ago, you made your way towards her and pried one of her hands from the soft fabric, letting her hold onto to you, grounding herself as Jen lifted her head momentarily to look at you both, her brow furrowed in curiosity. - Honestly, how did you even do this?

-Miss proto-witch here, as you’ve kindly addressed me, happens to love her girlfriend very much. And that’s all the explanation you need Jennifer; I’m not telling you about our sexual escapades. Unlike Agatha and Rio, we are private people.

-Okay, chill, don’t get your knickers in a twist, Y/N. – a box of latex gloves rested on the table next to what you thought for a second might be a bottle of lube. Upon closer inspection, eyes squinting from your place against the counter, you realised that it was, in fact, lube, neutral flavouring the packaging said, as if that didn’t make you feel any less weird. Jen didn’t think it was though, she simply unclasped her cape and placed it over the back of a chair, thin muscular arms of deep rich tones glowing under the chandelier light, before turning to look at the two of you, one arm folded under her chest, her left elbow resting on her right palm, hand slightly curved as her dark eyes settled on both your forms, eyebrows raised. - So how do you want to do this Lilia?

-Whatever way works best for you.

-How about you let go of Y/N before you crush her hand and simply lay on the bed so I can do a cervical check. You know, just feel around and see if everything’s as it should be.

-Yeah, of course.

Why hadn’t you said anything about your hand? She hadn’t noticed the grip she had on it, your fingers bright red, turning purple on their tips while your knuckles were practically white under the strength she was using. Lilia let go of it, quickly, observing it to make sure she had caused no damage, which of course she hadn’t. You couldn’t have considered the hold she had had as painful, simply uncomfortable and it was clear that she was terrified, nervous beyond belief, and needed to keep her hands busy somehow before she started to pull on her own hair or bite the flesh around her nails, a nasty habit she only did when she got really anxious, so you endured it without complaint. Her legs felt like lead, heavy with each small step she took towards the bed, knowing that the longer she tried to avoid this the worse her nerves were going to get. With a quiet voice, her tone wavering slightly under the weight of uncertainty, she whispered an apology in your ear, but you were quick to reassure her that it was fine and that she hadn’t hurt you as with one of your hands you rubbed her back in circling motions. She had asked for Jen to come, she had only wanted her to examine her and to tell her if it was all a mistake or not, to be honest and straightforward, but at the same time she felt as if she wasn’t ready for any of it. It was just too confusing, feelings contradicting each other in the chaos of her mind, but she had to push through, for you and for herself.

-Remove your underwear and lay on your back with your legs bent and spread. Y/N can put a bedsheet over them if you would prefer to be a bit more covered.

-Yes, please. I’m not a prude but I don’t think that it would be appropriate to have my ass hanging out. – On that, you had to agree. It wasn’t an usual occurrence, but it hadn’t been the first time, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last, that you had returned from work and found Lilia in her underwear after having just come out of the shower, simply standing against the counter with a cup of tea or coffee in her hands, droplets of water falling off the ends of her peppery curls onto her shoulders and down her back or seeing her completely naked, bathed in the morning light that came from the kitchen window, as she changed right in front of you when all you had wanted to do was have your bowl of cereal in peace, utterly distracted as soon as her nightgown hit the floor. The sights always drove you insane and you sometimes suspected that she did it on purpose to have her way with you, which you weren’t against. Still, right now the idea of blowing her mind against the headboard wasn’t a very appealing thought, not until this was all over and Jen was far away from this room.   

-It’s not a matter of what’s appropriate or not, but what you are most comfortable with. We’ll be doing this your way Lilia, and if you want to be covered, that’s what we’ll do. It won’t affect the results of my examination anyway.

This was the Jen that you only saw when Lilia was around; the kind, warm woman who tried to be the best support for the older witch, a friend and confidant that you knew she valued tremendously. Her voice was clear but soft as she addressed your partner, dark eyes never leaving Lilia’s form as she tried her best to put a pair of gloves on even as she carried on talking to the woman. It was something she had learned from the early days of working as a midwife; her patients were scared, even if they weren’t expecting, they needed her, the person who was supposed to take care of them, to be strong and not treat them like a case in a book, simply as another paycheck or a number on a list. They were people first and foremost, they had names and families, dreams and fears, and the simple gesture of looking at them and explaining everything that was going on without treating them as if they were dumb helped them understand that they could trust her, that she would be there for them every step of the way, no matter the outcome. With Lilia, they already had that understanding, that friendship that came from going through something like the Witches Road together, but that didn’t mean it was any easier, if only it would be more difficult. Jen had to separate work from family, she had to earn Lilia’s trust as her midwife, not as her sister in the craft, she had to learn to care for her and be honest with her even if the things she might have to say to her were harsh or heartbreaking, but she wasn’t going to leave her alone in this.

When Jen had crossed the threshold of the Iron Maiden in that bloody tower, Lilia having had thrown her out and taken it upon herself to end the Salem Seven with her own bare hands, every fibre of her being had been crushed into dust, leaving only ruins that she wasn’t sure she could be reborn from, not even as the tendrils of pink magic had laced around her fingertips in freedom. She had cried, cursed and mourned her every day, unable to get her out of her mind, unable to feel as if she hadn’t just lost part of herself in that dammed road. Agatha had burst into her life, and she had despised every minute of it, but she had never considered that in exchange for having to put up with her, she would find a coven, much less a sister like Lilia, among the trees of purple leaves that were bathed in eternal night. And then all of that pain and regret had vanished with one swift blow the day she went to the shop to say a final goodbye, hoping that some closure would make it all hurt a little bit less, and saw her standing in front of it, alive. The relief could have almost been compared to the feeling of her magic returning to her after a hundred years. Jennifer had been there to hold Lilia’s hand and walk beside her into her trial, knowing that everything might end right then and there; she was ready to do it again as you both walked down your own road, a brand new chapter waiting by the finish line, a reward that no one but yourselves could claim, and this time Death would not be waiting.

It was awkward, to say the least, to hold onto Lilia’s hand as she removed her underwear, stabilising her as she lifted her dress and pushed her pair of white knickers down her hips and legs, standing on one foot and then the other to get out of them. It’s not that she wasn’t used to removing her underwear before going to bed, preferring to sleep in just her nightgowns, but it was completely different to do it with someone who wasn’t you in the room and for a purpose that was clearly not of the usual ones that required for her to be half naked. At least Jen had been kind enough to turn her back and give her as much privacy as she could. After a moment of battling with the garment, as it had rolled around her thighs, you let go of her hands and walked over to the bed to remove the covers while Lilia folded and placed her knickers on top of the nightstand that rested to the left of it. She had to stop for an instant, taking a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart that felt as if it was about to burst out of her chest, before she could even turn towards the bed, clumsily crawling on top of the mattress and laying flat on her back. From the set of drawers that stood in between the kitchen counter and the canopy you pulled out the first bedsheet you could get your hands on, a pretty white cotton sheet with tiny little pink daisies splattered at random, and made your way quickly to Lilia to spread it over her lower abdomen and legs, helping her to lift her gown all the way to her waist. Propriety wasn’t a rule that needed to be followed where pregnancy was concerned, but it sure helped Lilia feel as if she wasn’t giving an uncalled-for show.

-Are you ready? – Jen sat at the foot of the bed, bottle of lube in her right hand while with the other she tapped Lilia’s knee, a gentle smile on her lips.

-Not really but go for it.

-Relax, this won’t hurt, and it will only take a minute, but if you need me to stop at any point, just tell me.

-I’m not worried about pain.

-What are you worried about then? – for all Lilia knew, she was back in the tunnels with her, mud covering every single inch of their bodies, eyes locked in silent conversation. That gentle tone, whispered as Lilia’s big doe eyes filled with tears, held the same feeling of understanding they had shared back then. Why was she always so scared? She was supposed to be the one that held the Coven together with her expertise and wisdom and yet she always stepped back, refusing to face her problems, wishing she could run away.

-Everything? I don’t think I even know what I’m feeling.

-It’s normal. You don’t want to be happy in case it’s a false alarm, but you also don’t want to feel saddened if there’s no child. You were not looking for it, but the idea now appeals to you more than anything else and you don’t know what to do.

-Sums it up, pretty much.

-I can’t tell you how to feel, but I know that everything will be fine. This is you we are talking about Lilia; you always figure it out. So how about I do my job and put you out of your misery, okay? – Lilia closed her eyes at her words, nodding her head as her lungs filled with air in a deep sigh. You were both on the same boat, you thought, pacing from bow to stern in parallel lines without knowing that one was feeling just as lost and confused as the other. - Come on then, Calderu, legs up and spread. I’m going to insert my fingers inside you, so don’t forget to breath and stay calm. If you are relaxed everything will go smoothly and quickly.

The sheet ruffled as she bent her legs, Jennifer covering two of her fingers in the transparent gel of the lube and moving her hand underneath it, vanishing from your sight as the other one rested on top of Lilia’s lower abdomen. For a second everything felt as if it was on standby, tiny little specks of dust floating around the room as if gravity didn’t exist, but then Lilia jolted suddenly on top of the mattress, a quiet gasp passing from her ajar lips at the feeling of being prodded by freezing fingers, her hand shooting out to grab yours out of sheer instinct. It was uncomfortable to feel her rummaging around, the pressure she was putting on Lilia’s abdomen only adding to the uneasy feeling, but she could deal with it, she thought, it was the only way she would be able to finally step away from this thin layer of ice that she was standing on, not knowing whether to jump back to the safety of the life she was used to, or to the other side where a great unknown darkness went on into a bottomless void. Jen’s fingers moved gently and slowly, knowing that this wasn’t precisely enjoyable, checking every structure that formed the vagina and feeling and measuring the size of Lilia’s ovaries, which felt perfectly standard for what one might consider a middle-aged witch, normal things that one would get during a pelvic exam. And yet upon pressing on her lower abdomen a bit harder, Jen felt the uterus, soft under her fingers, slightly firm and perhaps a bit rounder than usual, almost as if she was palpating a small hard ball, even if internally she couldn’t quite get to it, too small and hidden still underneath the pelvic bone.

There was only one answer to what she was feeling, fighting a smile at the way it moved under her prodding fingers, her perfected poker face not giving anything away as she proceeded with the last part of her examination, tempted to tell you both what was going on but deciding against it after a moment. Lilia’s grasp on your hand became stronger as Jen’s fingers went slightly deeper, shaky breaths making her frame tremble as she fought to stay still. All you wanted to do was make everything stop, to not see Lilia’s brow tense, furrowed under the ministrations, but you needed an answer as much as her, you needed for your heart to stop beating this fast and to have a final statement so you could at last breath. And then you felt your love relax her grip, shoulders falling gently onto the mattress as Jennifer pulled her fingers out and worked on removing her gloves, Lilia’s beautiful brown eyes opening to meet yours. The worst was over, she thought, but Jen didn’t say a word, only told her that it was over and that she could drop her legs, and somehow that unnerved her more than anything. Had she felt something unusual? Could there be a cyst or a mass that Jen was not sure how to tell either of you about? Was she not… pregnant? This suspense was murder, it should be considered illegal to withhold information like this, you thought, feeling the way Lilia’s eyes moved from your face to the back of the dark-skinned woman as she rummaged through her bag, her heart speeding in her chest.

-Is everything okay? Is Lilia alright?

-Perfectly healthy. – thank God. Lilia released the breath she had been holding at the sound of that statement, but only partially, her hands clammy and shaky as she pushed some rogue curls off her forehead. This was getting too much for her, she feared, closing her eyes for a moment or two to collect herself before Jennifer carried on with whatever she had to do.

-That’s all?

-I need to check something else before I feel comfortable giving you a diagnosis, Y/N. You can’t rush medicine. You as a green witch should know that life takes time and you can’t just bend it to your will, but then again you make roses bloom in December just for the fun of it, so you are not very into the whole “rules” situation, I guess.

-Says the woman who has like four lawsuits sitting on her kitchen table for fraud on her skincare brand when she’s a potions witch.

-They were dismissed, as a of matter fact! If you had bothered to look it up, you wouldn’t be sitting there like an idiot talking about things that you don’t know about.

-I think the entire Internet knows about this.

-Listen here…

-HEY! – Lilia’s voice rose in volume as her bodyweight rested on her elbows, moving her head from your position beside her on top of the mattress to Jen’s figure as it stood next to the kitchen table with what looked like a large white cell phone on her hand. – Leave the arguments and the throwing of plates for when I’m not half naked on my bed two seconds away from having a mental breakdown because no one tells me if I’m pregnant!

-Sorry, darling.

-Yeah, sorry, Lilia.

Her body collapsed back onto the mattress as Jennifer pulled a different bottle out of her bag. You did feel bad about this little show, perhaps you were trying to blow off some steam before your nerves got the best of you, and since she got on your nerves, you were not sure why, but she did anyway, you took the chance. It was impossible for you to not want to kick her to the ground whenever she behaved like a superior being. Sometimes you even wanted to hit her with a stick, but you knew that Lilia would never talk to you again if you did, so you simply dreamt about it. Jennifer wasn’t a bad person, she was just a little bit too full of herself, in your opinion. She made her way back to the bed again, that cell phone- shaped thingy you had got a glimpse of before resting on her left hand. Upon closer inspection you saw that it had some sort of probe and cable attached to it and from what you could make out as she placed it on the bed, it also possessed a very small black screen on the top and a tiny wheel on the side. It was probably some sort of sophisticated monitor, Jen would never have useless machines in her “Mary Poppins bag”, but to you it seemed like a children’s toy, something you could find at Toys-”R”-us in the section of fake medical devices. In her right hand, she had a brandless and nameless white bottle of what looked like blue gel, wrinkles on the soft plastic from where she had squeezed it many times throughout the years. Better than the lube that was still at the foot of the bed, you thought.

-This is going to be cold, but please don’t move. And keep quiet.

Was that one for you? Her eyes narrowing as she lifted her gaze towards you gave you the answer; it sure as hell was. As if you would risk making Lilia angry again. As if she had not just pardoned you, her eyes softened when she looked back down at Lilia, her gentle hands pulling the bedsheet down to her pubic bone to free her bare midriff, peppered with tiny freckles and stretch marks that wrapped around her hips. Every inch of skin you had ever laid eyes upon was sacred land to you, from the velvet flesh of her neck and the sweet valley between her breasts, to her dainty ankles and thick thighs along with every detail that adorned it all. Her beauty marks, the bluish veins that your fingers traced at night through the translucent skin of her hands and arms, the way her shoulder and chest were sprinkled with light brown freckles that seemed to work as landmarks for your lips. Everything that made her simply her was utterly exquisite to your eyes. The gel that Jen applied on Lilia’s lower stomach was not as blue as you thought it would be, translucent in colours where it lay close to the sheet in small amounts, a quiet gasp nearly escaping her rosy lips at the cold touch, but she stopped it before it could slip of the tip of her tongue. The tiny jolt she made out of instinct could not be avoided though.   

With the probe now in her right hand and the monitor on the other, Jen pressed the first firmly against Lilia’s skin. Once more the feeling was simply uncomfortable, no real pain to be derived from the action, a swooshing sound filling up the room, as if Jen was turning the nob of a radio looking for a station that wasn’t static. The movement of the probe only made the noise more prominent, a steady rhythm in the background that she didn’t say anything about, each motion of her hand slow, barely an inch from where it had been before, as if she was looking for something. Lilia watched it in silence, a smile wishing to break from her lips as she stared at those dark eyes that were glued to her abdomen, a shadow of joy overtaking them that was simply too bright to hide from her even if the rest of her face was professional and neutral. Jen had felt it, of that Lilia was sure, no, more than sure, she felt it in her bones, in her soul; Jen must have felt that spark of magic that had travelled through both your hands, like electricity that journeyed up your fingers, and was trying to hide it from her, as if she could. She knew Jennifer far too well already. Her heart was beating hard against her ribs, but the atmosphere around her was changing swiftly from panic and fear to anticipation, hope blooming in between heartbeats.

With her lower lip in between her teeth, Lilia followed the probe as it left a red mark on her skin, the sounds coming from the monitor never changing, but that didn’t seem to bother Jennifer, she simply carried on moving the probe, pushing a little harder perhaps. What on earth was she looking for, you wondered, twirling the corner of the bedsheet in between your fingers in an attempt to calm yourself down, but it was the silence, the fact that she was giving you no information whatsoever that had you about ready to start climbing walls, Spiderman style. She had one job, she only had to say yes or no and you would be able to relax your sphincter a little, but here you all were listening to these sounds that felt to you a bit as if you were on an episode of “Ghost Adventures” and voices would suddenly start coming through telling you that the afterlife wasn’t such a bad place to be. The anxiety that was exuding from Lilia was practically palpable, and in an attempt to calm her down, you pushed those random peppery curls that framed her face beautifully, of her forehead, caressing the top of her head. The probe kept being pressed over and over against already reddened skin but what Jennifer was hearing was most definitely what she wasn’t looking for and then, in an instant, a gentle rushing noise came through the static and she was quick to move it slowly in the direction she supposed it was. A soft galloping sound filled the room, a bright smile breaking through her dark lips as she looked over to the screen that was a nice white colour, reading 142.

-There it is. Didn’t take as long as I thought.

-What… what is it? – your voice wavered like Jell-O, frame shaking and trembling on the mattress as you got closer to Jen, letting go of Lilia’s hair in case you accidentally pulled on it in your current state.

-Just what I needed to give you both a diagnosis. – Lilia already knew. She couldn’t have cared less if the universe around her exploded, if everything was dust outside of this house, because her entire world had shrunk to the size of a tiny little life form, but Jen had to do her job, and with kind words and soft eyes she turned her gaze to those deep brown doe eyes that were beginning to fill with tears. – Your uterus feels firm and round, which is exactly what we want, and your cervix is thicker than usual, perfect to protect your tiny little witch or wiccan. You are very much in fact pregnant, Lilia, and this sound, Y/N, it’s nothing to worry about, it’s just your baby’s heartbeat, which is fast and strong, as it should be.

Fast and strong. Your baby was fast and strong, it had a heartbeat that you were listening to. It was alive. Shock and happiness could not even begin to describe what you were feeling at that moment, utter relief washing through your body like a wave, as if you were breathing for the first time all while your ears never ceased to listen to that fantastic sound that could be compared to a herd of galloping horses but it didn’t seem as accurate a description as you wanted, but it didn’t matter, this was yours and Lilia’s baby and everything was absolutely perfect. With the sound echoing in her mind Lilia found that she could not hold it in any longer, tears running down her cheeks and onto the sides of her head, swallowed by her hair as she let out a relived sob, all that fear and anxiety that had taken her heart hostage leaving, sliding down her limbs until she felt herself floating on a cloud. She was going to have a baby, a healthy baby, and suddenly all that she cared about was that little bean inside her, and you, nothing else mattered, nothing else was important in the world, in the entire universe, just her family. The sight of your love like this would have frightened you under any other circumstance but her mouth had been painted with the brightest, biggest smile you had ever seen, her eyes sparkling in such a way that you turned your body until you were kneeling next to her and gathered her in your arms, letting her cry against your shoulder and chest, her hands holding you close as they grabbed onto your shirt around your shoulder blades. Everything she was feeling seeped from her mind to yours so easily, all her walls collapsed and ruined under the weight of this joyful news, Jen forgotten at the foot of the bed, unmoving with the probe still on Lilia’s abdomen.

-There’s a baby, Y/N.

-Yes, my love. There’s a beautiful baby in there. – never, in all her years alive had she felt such joy, had she felt such peace of mind that extended like a balm over wounds inflicted by time, healing scrapes and cracks she had not known were there, putting her together with such ease that it almost overwhelmed her. This baby was barely noticeable to the naked eye, and she already loved it more than she loved herself. Her hair ran smooth under your fingertips, ringlets bouncing with each caress.

-I don’t want to ruin the moment, but I would prefer to get a clearer reading. Would you mind coming with me to the clinic between St. Mathews and Joanne Street?

-Like… right now? – your own cheeks were wet with salty tears, falling drop by drop from your chin into your loves hair, eyes glistening as you turned your head the best you could to look at Jen, hands never letting go of Lilia’s shoulders.

-Yeah. I know it’s late, but I work there part-time, so I can have you come in as an emergency and finish the check-up, create a file and all that boring stuff today instead of having to have an appointment for tomorrow.

-What do you think, darling? – from in between the folds of your shirt her slightly red and puffy eyes peeked, cheeks flushed. She wasn’t sure she wanted to move, to break the spell that had fallen around you like a bubble of glee and warmth that could burst at any point, but she wanted to do things right, to makes sure that everything went smoothly from the very beginning, the words “clearer reading” ringing in her head and making several alarms go off. She supposed she should get used to that from no on every time she went for a check-up. Knowing that right now there was a lump on her throat enabling her to speak, she nodded against your chest. – We’ll go.

-Great then. Everything here looks fine, it’s just a matter of getting a few measurements, a proper ultrasound so I can give you an expected due date, you know, all the boring stuff.

The sounds that had filled your heads for the past few minutes vanished into silence as Jen removed the probe, wiping it clean with a cloth, getting of the bed to let Lilia get up at last. Lilia unwrapped her arms from around your frame after a moment, one lonely tear still sliding down her rosy cheek, but your thumb was quick to wipe it away, kissing the warm skin of her forehead before rushing to the bathroom and back, a towel in hand to get rid of the gel that had stained the bedsheet. With both her hands on yours you pulled her up and into a sitting position over the mattress, the white cotton fabric ruffling around her legs but never uncovered her, and as you handed her her underwear your eyes noticed the bottle of lube resting against the footboard. One thing was to have your own sexual products in a box in the closet, hidden from prying eyes, and another very different would be to keep this bottle; Jen’s face would float in front of you every time you picked it up and there wasn’t a worse turn off. While Lilia redressed herself you walked over to the kitchen table and left it next to the bag, her playful tone tainted her thank you as she grabbed it and placed it inside its own pocket.

-Is everything really, okay?

-Yes, Y/N. Lilia is healthy, perfectly fine, and as long as the baby’s heartbeat sounds as good as that, it will also be healthy. You don’t have anything to worry about, I will take good care of them both.

-I know you will. I don’t trust anyone but you to do this.

-Was that… a compliment?

-Don’t overthink it, potions witch.

No more tension between you both, at least for the time being, a chuckle making its way from the dark-skinned woman as she closed the zip. She really wasn’t a bad gal, once you pulled out the stick out of her arse. Locking the back door, you made your way to Lilia, who stood by the bed with both hands on her stomach as if right now she was made out of porcelain, afraid to move the wrong way and hurt her precious baby, which you understood completely. If you could have it your way you would bundle her up in bubble wrap and keep her still on the couch, protecting her at all costs, but it was an impossible dream to achieve. She could hardly stay still for more than ten minutes in her armchair on a daily basis. You were sure she would not be any different while pregnant. Because she was really pregnant, holy shit; the smile that spread over your lips was bigger than the entire continent as you rolled the thought around, savouring the flavour it left on the back of your mind, sweet and simply glorious. Jennifer had already stepped back into the shop with her bag hanging from her shoulder, leaving you to walk over to Lilia and take her hands in yours, pulling her for a tender kiss that you hoped told her how much you loved her right now, pouring yourselves against her soft lips but forced to separate when Jen’s voice loudly called for you both.

Exasperated you sighed, but followed her instructions nevertheless, your loves hand never leaving yours as the lights turned off and you walked out into the street, Lilia picking up her purse and shawl before locking the door, only darkness enfolding her house. In the long street there was no other car but yours, and with a raised eyebrow you looked at Jen who simply moved her fingers, showing off her pink magic as if that was all the explanation needed, which to be honest, it was. The car keys were still in your pocket from your trip to Walmart, and once everyone was situated, with you behind the wheel, Lilia in the passenger’s seat, and Jen in the back, you started the engine and pulled out, driving down to the intersection and turning right. The clinic Jen was talking about was perhaps a couple of blocks away, next to a park that you passed through every morning to get to work, but you had never actually been to the building itself, you hadn’t even read the name on the front in the years since moving here, even before you had met Lilia. Turning right at another intersection you pulled the car into the entrance to the parking lot, Jen handing you a card with a barcode so you could get in, hoping she would lend it to you when you left so you wouldn’t have to sell a kidney to get the money. Next to you, Lilia remained silent, calm now that everything was out.

Jen quickly pointed to a spot on the furthest corner, next to a big white door that had an emergency exit on top, where a small white plaquard that read “Jennifer Kale”. Turning off the engine you suspected she used her car on a daily basis as to not draw too much attention to a woman flying through the sky, a sight many people would be a bit uncomfortable with after what happened with Wanda in Westview. Many of the people that used to live there had moved to Eastview in hopes of moving past the torture that had been the Hex for them, so seeing a witch flying through the sky, Elphaba style, could be a bit triggering. She remained as head of the convoy, waiting for you to help Lilia out of the vehicle before locking it and heading towards the door with her hand in yours, following Jen to the big lifts that stood to the left, under a flickering white light. If you had to guide yourself by the outside of the building you would definitely say that it was huge, probably like five or six floors, plus the parking lot that you were unsure whether it had more levels, imagining rows of rooms and surgeries as you stepped into the lift, watching form the corner of your eye how she pressed the button for the second floor. Working here must pay rather well, you thought, which automatically made you realise that Lilia was not included in your health insurance, you hadn’t got around to it yet, meaning you were going to have to pay everything out of pocket and you didn’t have that kind of money. You supposed you could ask for a loan down at the bank and spend the next fifty years paying it back like you had done with your student debt, but either way, you were not going to tell Lilia, she needed a relaxed atmosphere to live in, no worries.

The sound of her voice woke you up from your thoughts, seeing that they were already standing in the corridor, and you were still in the lift, the doors colliding gentle with her hand as she held them open for you. You rushed out, apologising, and tried your best to push all those brand-new worries to the back of your head. This was for Lilia and your child; you would face whatever situations arose with as much conviction and determination you could muster, doing what you had to do for them both not looking back or wondering if things would have been done differently. The corridor was dressed in white walls, textured under the touch of your fingertips, a blue railing drilled into it on both sides, blue door after blue door accompanying you as you made the trek to Jennifer’s office, which of course had to be on the other side of the hallway. Everything seemed so antiseptic, clean down to the last screw and bolt, the aroma of bleach, and sterile medical instruments lingering in the air with each step you took. Beside you, Lilia seemed lost in her own world, floating as if gravity didn’t exist, among clouds of white not quite believing what she had been told, as if her mind was frozen and could not comprehend fully everything that was occurring. And yet she felt so different, from the way her breasts tingled as they brushed against her grandma bra, the most comfortable she owned, to the way every little moment from her bowls made her think it was her baby, making its presence known. It almost felt as if this wasn’t her skin, her own body, but not in a bad way, it was just… new, strange at most.

The door of Jen’s office had no name, only a number and a piece of paper attached to the bottom of it that said “Midwife,” which, after seeing how the building looked, you had expected something a little bit more professional, to be honest, but it didn’t matter much, at least it didn’t say Dr. Kale or something like that, that would have made you groan in annoyance. She made quick work of the lock and pushed the door open to let you both in, flicking the switch to show a well sized room with the same white textured walls, a wooden desk presiding it on the other side of the office, shelves standing proudly next to the big window opposite the door, filled books of several different topics along with potted plants and candles, a white stretcher awaiting on the right, next to the wall. It most definitely screamed of Jennifer, but it still had many blank spots that could be filled with pictures or paintings, details to make it even more hers. The door closed itself once she let go of it, dropping the bag softly onto the floor before making her way to the desk, turning a big desktop computer on, a pink iMac that looked to be brand new, not a scratch in sight, the colour of the aluminium perfect under the white light of the lamp. It must have cost her a fortune, you thought, but didn’t comment on it, walking towards the two chairs that rested in front of the desk, your eyes never leaving Lilia’s frame until she was perfectly seated.

-I’m going to create a new file for you. Any doctor or midwife should be able to check it if there’s an emergency or if I’m unable to come to one of the appointments. Simple procedure. Any middle names I should know about?

-No. My coven was not keen on that sort of thing. I was just Lilia.

-Great. – her fingers tipped quickly over the keyboard, eyes moving from the screen to her whenever she asked a question, never breaking contact until she was done speaking so she could write down the information. Seeing this sort of treatment warmed your heart; not many medical professionals addressed their patients in such a manner, some of them even dared to retort and talk back when they were supposed to help, so seeing Lilia was comfortable and Jennifer, all jokes aside, behaving like such a professional soothed some of the doubts you had had about this, and made some of the questions that were floating in your head vanish into thin air. - I won’t ask you your age, first because you won’t tell any of us thanks to Agatha and her need to always mock us, and secondly because the authorities would barge in here if the saw a file for a pregnant witch of 450 years. So, I’ll fake it appropriately to how you look and how healthy you are. Any medical conditions I should know about?

-Slight astigmatism and hypermetropy I think the doctor said, but I usually don’t wear my glasses.

-Which you should, darling.

-I know, Y/N, honey, but you know that I forget where I’ve left them, and my sight is not so bad that I can’t live without them. – it was a lost battle to get her to wear them around her neck with a string or a cord. You had even bought her several bags of colourful chains so she could have a range to choose from, but they were still waiting to be noticed in a drawer under the telly.

-A bad sight, however small the issues may be, should be taken into account for the future. Baby might have the same problems at birth or a bit later in life, it all comes down to genetics. Or might have no issues at all. – Lilia nodded at that, feeling how a bubble of worry was forming around her heart. Could her baby be born with such difficulties all because she wasn’t wearing her glasses? Could it even be born… blind? Oh God, she would blame herself for the rest of her existence if that happened. Okay, breath Lilia, she thought to herself, you are getting ahead of yourself again, she didn’t say that it would, just that it could happen, or not. Jennifer carried on after a moment, noticing the way her friend’s hands were gripping the edged of her shawl in between her fingers, the tips white as they rubbed the wool of the garment. – The probability of your bad eyesight affecting the baby it’s very low and most ophthalmologists won’t even consider changing your prescription until you’ve given birth since the shape of the cornea changes slightly. There’s nothing to worry about, Lilia, I promise.

-So… I wouldn’t harm the baby by not wearing my glasses.

-Not really, unless you start bumping into things because you can’t see. Genetically speaking, it shouldn’t harm it, but I agree with Y/N, and you should try to use them.

-Thank you, Jennifer. Been telling her that for two years.

-Hey! – the swat she gave you on your upper arm was more of a joke than an actual painful hit, a smile breaking on her lips as she looked at you with offended mockery written all over her features, turning to look at the quite amused Jen that tried to cover her face with the monitor of her computer. -You were ready to kill each other not thirty minutes ago and now you are teaming up against me?

-We do what we must to help you, Lilia, trust me that it’s not pleasant to have to agree with Y/N. Now, are there any other conditions I should know about?

-You are both terrible, honestly. Maybe a bit of joint pain but nothing that has a proper diagnosis.

-Are you taking any medications?

-No. Tylenol or Advil for headaches. Mainly after really bad visions.

-I’ll add that as sporadic migraines, just to be safe, but with no current treatment. Any family history of pregnancy complications?

-No that I know of but keep in mind that it’s been more than four hundred years since I last saw my family, so I can’t give you an accurate answer to that.

-And that’s fine. We’ll simply keep a closer eye on you to make sure that everything runs smoothly from the very beginning, and I’ll write that you didn’t know. I think that covers all the information that I need for your medical history, so how about you hop on the scale so I can weigh you?

In your house there were no scales, you hated them, made you feel as if you were always gaining weight instead of losing it, they disturbed your sanity with doubts of self-worth only because you didn’t look like all those pretty things on Instagram or Tik Tok, and since Lilia had never been too bothered by that sort of thing, not having one didn’t disrupt her life in the slightest. Standing up and walking over to the foot of the stretcher, one of those medical scales that could also measure your height, stood, waiting for Lilia to step on it. She had never been particularly heavy, but she wouldn’t say that she had been extremely thin when she was younger either, she had always been at her perfect weight, feeling comfortable in her own skin and with the way she looked, well, maybe not always, but she was now, and stepping on that thing was bringing back some of that fear that she might not be at her ideal weight, that she should be eating less or training more, all those things she had heard from you whenever you had one of those moments of self-deprecation and that she despised with every fibre of her being. You were perfect just the way you were. Removing her black flats, Lilia stepped onto the platform, feeling the ridges of the black rubber against the soles of her feet as Jennifer moved the metal weights back and forth until they stood in perfect equilibrium in front of her, marking 152 pounds. With a questioning look she lifted her gaze from the scale to look at Jen’s dark eyes, tilting her head slightly, unsure how to phrase the query.

-It’s a very good number, Lilia. Taking into account that you are quite broad on the chest and on your bottom, and that everything seems to be in a healthy equilibrium all throughout your body, I’m quite happy with this.

-I don’t need to lose a few pounds?

-No. You are perfectly balanced, why would I want you to?

-I just thought that… I don’t know what I thought. Can I step down?

-Yes. Are you having issues with this Lilia?

-Not really, but I have heard women saying that their doctors were unhappy that they had gained so much weight or that they had been called fat and told they needed to restrict their food intake, all while pregnant. I thought you would… do the same.

-You and baby need nourishment, and you will eat as much as your body tells you to. To control food intake is dumb unless there’s an underlying condition that requires it, which you don’t possess. – it was comforting the way her hand rested on Lilia’s upper arm, rubbing up and down over the fabric of her blue and red gown, a kind smile on her lips as she talked with her, a reassuring tone lacing every word. Still sitting on your chair, you simply listened, shocked to hear that she had expected to be called out. She had had pregnant ladies come to the shop to have their future and fortune read many times before, but she had never told you about the conversations she had had with them, much less that they had told her about such painful issues. It made your blood boil in fury. But with the way Jen spoke, her words clear and strong while never losing that kind touch, she soothed your own fears and doubts as much as she soothed Lilia’s, who was still standing barefoot over the cold tiles of the office, confirming in your head that Jen had been the perfect choice to handle this matter. - We will expect an estimate of 25 to 35 pounds of weight gain throughout the entire pregnancy, and unless you consume more than 4000 calories per day, which is insane for any human, no pregnant woman is fat, and no doctor should be unhappy with the weight gained. You are perfectly balanced, and you are growing a whole new person, don’t concern yourself that much with what the scale says. I had to do this because I need to know what we are starting with so I can measure baby and make sure that it’s growing according to its gestational period, but I’m not going to control every little ounce of food that you consume. So, relax and don’t listen to what those so-called doctors say, most of them haven’t updated themselves since the 80s.

-Thank you, Jennifer. Honestly.

-You know me, I don’t sugar coat things, and I speak the truth when I hear stupidities, which is far too often for my liking. How about you hop onto the stretcher so we can have a proper look at baby?

The sound of those words wiped everything else out of existence, your heart rushing inside your chest as you practically levitated out of your chair, coming to stand next to Lilia. This was it; this was the most important moment of your life, nothing would be able to compare to it, you thought, giving her a hand as she climbed onto the stretcher and laid flat over the thin examination table, lifting her gown to her waist again in a hurry, not caring about how much her knickers were on display. She was far too excited to be bothered. Jennifer, as a true professional as she was proving to be, put a clean pair of gloves on before making her way to an absolutely thrilled Lilia, ripping some of the paper-like material they used to cover gurneys and stretchers alike, and placing it over and underneath the waistband of her knickers, not wishing to stain them with the gel and used a folded bedsheet to protect her legs from the chill of the room. These places were always so cold for some reason. Jen excused herself for a moment to turn off the lights and roll a machine from the corner of the room all the way to the foot of the bed, turning it on and making sure that everything was calibrated and ready before looking over her shoulder towards Lilia.

-This is going to be cold, just like before, but I need you to stay still.

Knowing what was coming she remained unmoving, feeling the freezing gel land over her lower abdomen once again. Your eyes observed the machine, a big thing that reminded you of some sort of robot, like Wall-E, with a monitor and what  was supposed to be a keyboard, you assumed, several cables and different sort of probes attached to it’s side, but Jen only picked up a round, short one and proceeded to press hard against Lilia’s skin. On the previously black screen, aside from numbers and words that you didn’t understand or didn’t pay attention to, as you didn’t work in the medical field, now you could all see an image of black and white lines, like some sort of interference that was preventing you from seeing a clear image that also kept moving as Jen lifted and pressed the probe over the skin on different areas as if she was looking for something. After a minute or two the motions lessened until they were barely there, only moving inch by inch over Lilia’s abdomen, when necessary, the screen showing an image in the middle of it that resembled a black rounded shape, like an ellipse, surrounded by the same sort of black and white lines. You had no idea what you were seeing for an instant, panic raising in your chest thinking that maybe Jen had been wrong, your fingers threading through Lilia’s curls in a calming pattern, but it wasn’t to comfort her, it was for you. Lilia was practically holding her breath in anticipation, barely feeling your touch. And then the transducer tilted slightly to the right and in that dark circular space a tiny little figure appeared.

-Well, someone’s excited to meet its parents; it’s not even trying to hide from me at all.

The world had stopped moving. There was no air, no time, no past, present or future floating in this room, just the instant you were both living in. Lilia’s heart felt as if it had stopped beating, bursting with all the love that her body and mind possessed, eyes glazed with tears as Jen pointed out to the bean-shaped figure. It was resting against her uterine wall; her beautiful baby had its round little head resting over her uterus as if it was hugging her, needing to feel its mom close in this vulnerable state it was in. It made Lilia’s fingers itch to hold it and press it close to her chest, to feel it’s soft skin and tiny little fingers wrapping around her own. She had longed for this moment her entire life and she had never realised it until now, this feelings that were threatening to consume her and overwhelm her in the best sense possible, overshadowing every bitter memory and thought she had ever had, vanishing the painful tears she had cried from her skin as the joyful ones that now fell retraced their pattern, leaving fiery trails behind that felt wonderful. She was in a euphoric state that she never wanted to come down from. Her eyes could not stray from the sight of her child.

Oh, she could almost make out its nose! Maybe it was not so, but she did not care, she was seeing her baby, nestled safely and cozily inside her, the life she had created with you desiring to meet its parents even if it was still so very little, probably less than the size of her thumb, Lilia thought. Jen moved the probe a few inches downward, allowing her to get a better angle with which to measure the baby, taping on the keyboard to see a line run over it before a number was written beside it in bold white letters: 16 mm. It did not go unnoticed by you the gentle but rapid flutter that was also showing on the screen, eyes narrow as you got closer and closer, until with a gasp your brain realised what you were seeing. Jen upon hearing you, smiled and confirmed that it was Baby’s heart. You could not help it, you pointed at it with the glee of a little kid watching their favourite cartoons as your head turned to look at Lilia, her crystal tears shinning against the light of the monitor, those doe eyes of hers seeming so big and tender, locked onto your baby, her baby. It was its heart, Jen had said, those words banging against the walls of your skull like a ping pong match that you were delighted to have playing over and over in a loop inside your head. One thing was to hear it through a clearly inferior machine in the comfort of your home, but another completely different was to see it beating before your eyes, to know that even if your hands could only feel a spark of magic, it was alive inside Lilia. Nothing could ever compare to this, nothing in the history of this universe could ever surpass this moment, this entire day.  

-It’s got a very nice size; you’ve been feeding it well, Lilia. Do you want to hear its heartbeat again?

-Yes, please.

Her voice was quiet, full of emotion, but Jen understood what she said even if the words waivered a little, and after pressing a few buttons here and there the sound you had heard before filled the room, but this time it was louder, clearer, maybe even faster. It was so strong, so full of life, rushing around you ears with each heartbeat, a lump forming in your throat. It was crazy, that’s what it was, crazy that a moment of vulnerability from you both had brought on this beautiful gift that was going to change your entire world, your future, and your life as you knew it. A sudden chuckle made its way of your mouth, then turned into a full laugh in only a few seconds, your arms rushing to embrace your still happily crying girlfriend, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as the tears began to fall, uncertain of why you were such a rollercoaster right now. Lilia’s fingers caressed the back of your head as your body began to shake and tremble, whispering soothing words that dripped gently down through your locks, her big brown eyes unable to part from the screen, not even when Jen raised her voice again over your sobs to speak.

-Do you need a moment?

-I think Y/N, does.

-I’ll just print you some copies of the ultrasounds then. When you are ready, call for me, okay?

Over your shoulder, you felt Lilia nodding her head, footsteps distancing themselves from your both. You couldn’t understand why you were feeling so emotional, why this whole situation was overwhelming you, feeling as if you would not be able to go through with it all when at the same time you thought you would fight everyone on this planet if you had to. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your baby, no, you adored it, and you would give your life for it, but everything around you was crumbling, all the things you had worked so hard for seemed as if they were about to fall apart and yet it felt as if wasn’t fair to Lilia. She was carrying this baby, not you, why were you feeling so helpless, so lost, and at the same time so happy that you could burst into a cloud of fireworks and love. Maybe you needed to feel like this before you could start feeling like a mother. You were going to be a mother, it was insane the way that word echoed in your head so sweetly, so beautifully. Pushing your body off of Lilia’s, your eyes were met with the sight of a bright smile and the feeling of her fingers caressing your rosy and wet cheeks, her thumbs wiping the stray tears that were still falling.

-Talk to me Y/N.

-Do you think we will be good mothers?

-Yes.

-You seem so sure.

-Because I am. I know you and you know me. We compliment each other, and we love this baby more than anything else in the world. We will do everything in our power to give it a goof life, to teach it and make sure that they grow to be decent people. We will be great parents.

-I love you so much.

-I hope you say that after the baby’s born and the lack of sleep starts hitting you.

-I will say it even if I’m buried under a mountain of dirty diapers.

Her laugh was contagious, spreading through your limbs and making your feet feel lighter over the tiles. The doubts were still there, but it was easier now to push them to the back and relish in the atmosphere of joy and love that practically seeped from Lilia’s body like a golden halo that wrapped around you and dragged you down to where she was floating in a universe of her own. It was a wonderful world to live in; just Lilia, you, and your baby. But words could not even begin to express these newfound feelings, and so you bent forward and claimed her lips in yours, tasting some of the vanilla tea that still lingered on her soft mouth, her laughter cut short by the kiss, though she wasn’t going to complain. Your mouth fitted perfectly against hers, a quiet whimper passing from her throat to yours before you remembered where you were, and much to your dismay, you were forced to part, drinking in the sparkles that danced through her perfect eyes. Looking over your shoulder Lilia called for Jen, your body stepping to the side, never breaking your hold on Lilai’s hand, as the other woman crossed the room and came to stand at the foot of the bed.

-Everything okay?

-Yes. Thank you for giving us a moment.

-First time parents usually need it Y/N, it was no trouble. Now, everything’s looking marvellous. Baby’s the perfect size for 8 weeks, and its heartrate is at 152, which is within range. With the baby’s height and width, I would say that your due date should be around November, the 21st to be specific. Mind you these dates are never a hundred percent accurate, and Baby could come a little earlier or a bit later; as long as you are past 39 weeks, any day is good. You could have a Thanksgiving baby, Lilia.

-Wouldn’t that be a laugh? Can you imagine it, honey? Agatha begging us to let her dress our baby as a little turkey.

-It would be the cutest turkey in the world.

-Well, I hope you don’t allow her to, Y/N. She’ll think she can kidnap your child whenever she wants for whatever shenanigans will cross through that depraved mind of hers.

-And what if Alice asked instead? - Now, she would not dignify your question with an answer, but a small smile did creep up on the corner of her lips as she cleaned up the gel and removed the blanket and paper cover before pushing the machine away. With your hands still in hers you pulled gently until she was sitting on the stretcher, letting go so she could hop onto the floor and make sure her dress fell back around her legs properly. Jen had walked back to her desk and was scribbling something on a piece of paper which she kindly handed to you after a moment, resting her back on the edge of the table while crossing her arms.

-Those are the prenatal vitamins that I usually recommend. You can get them at Target, but I would buy them at Walmart, they are cheaper there. For now, I think we are done. I’ll come by your place early tomorrow to get a blood sample and give you a list of what to eat, what’s forbidden, things that you’ll have to look out for like blood pressure or signs of gestational diabetes, you know…

-Boring stuff. – the words came out of you both in unison, a cackle sliding from Lilia’s mouth, her hands wrapped around your upper arm.

-Yes. All I have left to say is, congratulations, to the both of you, and, I hope you consider me as for a Godmother.

-We will, don’t worry. Thank you, I don’t think I would have had the strength to face a random doctor.

-You won’t have to now. I’ll be there until the very end. Here, the pictures of your baby. – in a small white folder there were about four copies of the ultrasound, your little bean perfectly nestled against its mom, the sight warming your heart even further. You could not wait until your arms cradled it against your chest. - On the next appointment I can try and record the heartbeat so you can listen to it whenever you want, but I can’t promise it. I’ve never done it. Now, go home and let it all sink in, I need to finish with your profile.

-You won’t tell the Coven, will you? – there was a tinge of worry in her voice, and you knew perfectly why. As much as you knew Agatha would be great with the baby once it was born you were unsure how she would react to this whole thing and Lilia didn’t want to have to deal with all that but also didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Agatha might be a lot of things, but deep down she was a kid that needed a mom, and Lilia had taken it upon herself to be that maternal figure for her. She didn’t want her to feel displaced or to remember Nicky every time she laid eyes on the older witch.

-Not unless you want me to Lilia. This news is yours to share whenever you decide. I’ll keep the secret.

-Thank you, for everything. We’ll see you tomorrow.

-At eight sharp. Don’t have anything to eat before that time.

With a swift nod that made her peppery curls bounce Lilia wrapped up the consultation. Jen acknowledged your wave, which she returned with a smirk before she returned to her computer and your girlfriend pulled out into the corridor. You hadn’t discussed payments you realised when you were both halfway down the hallway, but it seemed rude to leave Lilia standing there under the bright white lights and antiseptic atmosphere to find out if this appointment could be paid with cash or card, you would simply wait for the billing department to slam their crazy prices on a letter and curse them as you said goodbye to your savings. Anything for your child and Lilia, you thought. But even with those financial questions in your mind, your feet carried you as if you were weightless, skipping until you stood before the lift. You felt high on life, and looking over to your left you saw that Lilia was the same, a foolish smile on her lips that wouldn’t fall, her fingers caressing the envelope as if it held the most precious information the world had ever seen. You were both drunk with love and joy. Stepping out of the lift and into the parking lot you opened the car, the silence inside the vehicle deafening as soon as Lilia was sitting beside you, her door closing with a quiet slam.

-And it all started because you wanted some Doritos.

-Yeah. Who would have thought?

-Not me, but I can’t say that I’m not grateful for buying those tests and making you do something stupid with me.

-Which turned out to be not so stupid.

-Let’s celebrate our baby.

-I can’t drink, Y/N

-I know, but we don’t need alcohol. What do say that we go down to Raising Cane’s and have a nice date at home?

-No, let’s go to Zaxby’s and then we can have a nice date at home. I’m fancying one of their Cobb salads and their cheddar bites.

-Whatever the mother of my child desires.

-The mother of your child? – you melted under her tender gaze, eyebrows raised at your statement even though her eyes were sparkling, like oaks that burned slowly in a chimney on a cold winter evening as snow falls in small flakes around the lampposts outside. It was impossible to not cradle her face between your hands, her warm skin on the tips of your fingertips and on your palms, bringing her closer and closer until it was just her lips on yours, no Jen inside this car, not even a security guard making rounds. Her mouth parted gladly to let you push your tongue in, battling lazily with hers as if there was no rush, no clocks ticking for once, letting her trace the shape of your lower lip as her hands came to rest around your waist, your heat mingling with hers over your shirt. Your lungs were screaming for air after a few seconds, but you didn’t wish to separate, hoping that you would be able to crawl under her skin and hold her with the strength of your body and mind so she would not have to overexert herself, the weight of the world over your back as you sheltered her. She was the first to part, her hot breath tickling your nose as your forehead pressed against hers.

-The love of my life and the mother of our child.

[lisxdumbr]

I feel so abandoned lately.. it's like I'm a little girl and today is my first day of school and I know no one once again. sigh

[hyunniesgirl]

I wanna be yours

Pairing: Bangchan x fem!reader

Summary: it was all a game to him, until all he could think about was you. He wanted to have all of you. Ruin all of you. Love all of you.

Or, the one where Chan is a cocky asshole who's going out with you just for fun and ends up falling in love.

Slightly inspired in the movie 10 things I hate about you.

Genres: angst, smut, fluff

Words count: 10,991

Masterlist

This content is +18 ONLY, minors do NOT interact!

Warnings: Corruption kink(kinda), dry humping, fingering, blowjob, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, pet names(princess, baby), Chan is cocky as fuck(and I'm here for it, stan cocky Bangchan), reader gets kinda insecure close to the end(let me know if I missed something)

A/N: should I be answering my requests or updating my series? Yes, did I spend too much time in a super long self indulgent oneshot? I did. It was supposed to be just smut with corruption kink 😭 turns out I can't write the porn without the plot.

It all started as a game for him. He just didn't guess how much you would mess with his head.

Bang Chan doesn't care much about college, with a promising career in music, he's just attending classes so his parents won't nag him too much.

That means he's bored all the time.

So when Jeongin, his youngest friend, begged him to win his girlfriend's sister over and date her for a bit, he almost accepted right away, yearning for some fun. But he didn't, not before knowing who you were.

That's how he ended up here, trying to find you in the middle of communication class. He didn't need to look too much, from Jeongin’s description, he could find you in the blink of an eye.

“A pretty girl, probably wearing black or some neutral color and she'll probably be in a corner. She's very shy, when you speak to her don't be too straightforward, you may scare her”

The way Jeongin described you didn't show any ill intent and he was always a good guy, that's why Chan considered accepting his offer in the first place. He must have his reasons for almost kneeling in front of his friend, asking for him to date you.

Chan sits behind you, observing every movement you make. You're indeed pretty and you really are shy. He notices how you want to raise your hand every time the professor asks a question, but you always hesitate and someone speaks over you. Every time you try to speak, some rude person cuts you and instead of getting mad, your face turns red and you shrink in your seat, trying to make yourself even more invisible.

There's something about you, Chan can't tell what it is, but it's something amusing about how you behave. Someone like you could have every guy in this university wrapped around your little finger and every girl wanting to be your friend.

As soon as the class ends, Chan sends a text to Jeongin, telling him he will do it. He doesn't waste time, waiting for everyone to get out of the classroom while you're still collecting your things.

“Hey”, he says out of nowhere, making you jump and look at him with huge doe eyes. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you”.

He kinda did want that, though, curious to see how you would react, he thought maybe you would raise your voice and curse him, but you reacted as calmly as possible.

“It's okay”, you mumble.

You keep organizing your things, trying to ignore his presence.

“So, I wanted to ask if you can let me borrow your notes”, he asks, making puppy eyes.

You turn back to him and Chan can almost see the gears turning inside your head.

“Why does he want my notes if he just attended the same class?” It's written all over your face.

“I pulled an all nighter studying for another class and kind of dozed off earlier”, he lies, smiling sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck.

You stare at him for a bit, pondering if you should say yes, actually, let's be real: can you even say no?

This is Bang Chan, handsome and popular, everyone knows him and the other two guys from 3racha. The last you heard, he didn't care much about classes since he's already progressing in his music career so you still don't understand why he wants to borrow your notes.

“Yeah, okay”, you nod, deciding to agree so this conversation can be over soon. You pull your notebook out of your bag and hand it to him. “Just make sure to give it back by next class”

“Sure, thanks”, he gives you a big bright smile that makes you gulp while staring at him, just a few minutes in his presence and you already know something very important: this man is dangerous.

You look around awkwardly, not knowing what Chan wants more. He's just standing there, staring at you.

“I'll get going then”, you sigh, feeling exhausted by this whole interaction.

You turn around, walking to the door, leaving Chan there, dumbstruck. Jeongin was right, you have no social skills, but you're much more entertaining than he made you out to be.

—

You're having lunch with Yuna, your sister, and Jeongin, her boyfriend, in the cafeteria. You like spending time with them, they are probably the only people you feel comfortable around in this university.

You met Jeongin three months ago. Your sister came home giggling like a child on Christmas, sat on your bed and told you she got a boyfriend.

You ran to your door, closing it after checking that your parents weren't around. There's only one rule in the house: your younger sister must not date before you do.

Your parents are not conservative or anything like that, they just had you two later than other parents, so they are very overprotective. You don't know exactly the reason why they set this rule, maybe it's because they are sure you're never going to date.

Yuna is your best friend, she was a sickly child so all those interactions and fights that normal sisters have, you didn't. You spent most of her childhood and a huge part of yours by her side in the hospital. Fortunately, she was able to go back to a normal life by the time she was becoming a teenager, she was always a social butterfly even in the hospital everyone loved her.

You always thought it was unfair that she had to wait to have a boyfriend simply because you are not interesting enough or can't even hold a conversation properly without stuttering, but there was nothing you could do about it. You even tried arguing with your parents about it but it always ended with them telling you to forget about it.

You see Jeongin waving to someone, something is off, they never invite anyone to eat with them. A tray is settled by your side and you look at the person who sits in the seat next to yours: Bang Chan.

“Hello again”, he smiles at you, a handsome smile with dimples showing and everything. He greets the others after.

You look at Yuna and Jeongin, she is frowning just like you and her boyfriend is eating like this is an ordinary situation in your daily lunch.

“Hi”, you sister answers, “I don't think we met before”

“Oh, yeah, I'm Bang Chan!” He stretches his hand so she can shake it. “Jeongin is an old friend and I have communication class with y/n”

“Ah”, she nods, looking at her boyfriend. You stay in silence, playing with your food, waiting for Jeongin to send Bang Chan away.

“Babe, I forgot I have a project due tonight”, Jeongin says, slapping the palm of his hand on his forehead. He stands up, “can you help me? Chan will keep y/n company.”

No. You don't want him to keep you company. Your eyes widen and you stare at your sister, trying to send her a mental signal so she won't let you alone with him.

What you don't see, it's that she has already caught up on the way Bang Chan is looking at you and she might think she understands what's happening.

“Okay, yeah. Take care of her”, your sister says, smiling apologetically to you while she gets up and follows Jeongin out of your sight.

You should just throw your food away and go to the library, maybe you can eat a sandwich.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” You hear Bang Chan's voice before you can put your plan into practice, turning around to look at him with the most terrified face he ever saw on someone. “Ouch, does the idea scare you so much?” He jokes.

“Why would you want to go on a date with me? We just met yesterday”, you point out, holding yourself back so you won't just stand up and run away.

“I find you interesting, it's just a date so we can get to know each other better”, he shrugs. He's so nonchalant about it, while you're freaking out inside.

“I don't think that's a good idea, I'm not good at keeping conversations, you'll get bored”, you say frantically. You just didn't expect him to laugh.

“I can do all the talking, I love to talk"

Chan knows this move is risky and there's a high probability you won't accept, but he just felt like asking you at that moment.

“Are you sure you won't get bored?” You ask.

His eyes widen and he nods, are you really considering it?

You are, obviously. You bet no one could ever guess, but Bang Chan is your ideal type, actually he is probably everyone's ideal type.

He has the kindest smile you have ever seen and the way his eyes turn into crescents when he's smiling makes your legs weak. He met you yesterday, but you know him since 3racha performed in the university’s festival last year. Since the first time you two crossed paths, everything about him, appearance wise, seemed appealing: his dark eyes, his smile, his dark curls, his broad shoulders and his muscular body. That's why you freaked out so much when he spoke to you yesterday, you never thought he would give you the time of day. So you would be dumb to reject his offer.

“Okay”, you nod, handing your phone to him. “You can put your number there, I'll text you so you can save my contact”, you say and he stares at the device for a few moments before picking it up and typing his number.

This was easier than he thought.

—

“Do you have pepper spray with you?” Your mother asks for the 30th time in the last hour.

“Yes, mom. I'm going on a date with another student, he's not a criminal”, you tell her and your father tsks.

“There are alot of students that commit crimes”, he says.

“I know”, you sigh, “don't worry, I have pepper spray, emergency numbers and I'll turn on my localization”

Your sister is watching the scene unfolding in front of her, while she chuckles.

“You shouldn't laugh, if I start dating you will go through the same thing when it's your time”, you whisper at her and she sighs.

“You're not going to this date just so I can officially date Jeongin, right?”

You grin.

“You think too highly of me, I'm not that selfless”, you hear the sound of a horn in front of your house, “I'm going on this date because he's hot”

Chan thought you were pretty in your everyday clothes but after seeing you ready for your date he just couldn't take his eyes off you. You're wearing a little sundress with thin straps holding your much too generous and low cleavage. Your hair is down and your lips are red with lipstick.

He's waiting for you outside of the car so he can open the door for you, but when you stop in front of him, he just doesn't move.

You frown, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask and he snaps out of his daze.

“Yeah, you're just too pretty”, he tells you honestly, “I just couldn't believe I'm so lucky”

You feel your skin hotter, you're sure your whole face must be red like a tomato.

The restaurant you are going to have dinner at is a bit further than you thought, it takes at least one hour by car to get there.

“Were all the places close to the city closed?” You try making a joke and he smiles.

“Considering your personality, I thought you would like this place better”, he tells you while you go in. A person greets you two, leading you inside. There's no open space, the building is full of rooms and you're guided to one of those. There's a glass wall in the back of the room with a view to a lake and a waterfall, there's colorful lights everywhere, making it even more beautiful.

“So, when I was searching for a nice place to go on a date, I came across this one.” Chan starts speaking and you notice there's a small stove on top of the table. “There's no attendants, so we will cook our own food and only call them if we want more servings”, he explains, pulling the chair so you can sit.

“Oh”, you feel a weird feeling on your stomach, are these the butterflies your sister told you about? You never knew something like this existed and the fact that he was attentive enough to take your shyness into consideration while choosing the place of your date makes you melt inside. “Thank you”, you tell him after sitting.

You don't shut up the whole night. This is the first time you feel so comfortable with someone other than your family.

“So, you want to work with entertainment?” He asks surprised.

“Yes, I really like the whole thing about managing an artist, it sound exciting”, you smile happily, “who knows, maybe one day I can manage 3racha”

“You have heard 3racha?” Chan asks, surprised.

“I really like your music”, you tell him, “besides, everyone knows about you guys”

“Yeah, but I didn't know you knew about us”, he smiles charmingly, leaning on the table while clasping his hands. “So does that win me some points? Maybe a kiss?”

You already are red because of the wine, now you feel your whole face hot. You're already feeling a bit out of it, not drunk enough to make a bad decision but definitely drunk enough to lose a bit of your shyness.

“I don't know how to kiss”, you say simply, no further explanation.

Chan almost chokes on the air he just breathed, he didn't think you would be so blunt about it. Curiously, he finds your innocent face while saying that too enticing.

“I can help you with that”, he says, tilting his head and winking.

“Would you really?” You ask and he nods. “Like now?”

Chan didn't expect that to happen so soon, especially with someone as shy as you. But he won't refuse your offer.

“Are you done?” He asks, eagerly, standing up and you nod. Chan stretches his hand to you, waiting for you to hold it.

He takes you to his car, helping you get in and fastening your seatbelt. He's not in his right mind, not at all, he didn't even drink so why is he so excited? He doesn't think he ever felt this way about a kiss. He drives for a while, looking for the drive in movie theater he had read about while looking for the restaurant.

After fifteen minutes he parks his car behind others, there are a lot of people there to watch the movie.

You have your hands on your lap, fidgeting with your fingers nervously. It's so endearing how innocent you are.

“Would you like to take a seat?” He asks and you frown, looking around and then looking at him. You are already seated.

He tilts his head, chuckling and patting his lap. You nod so fast, it's embarrassing. He smiles, seeing you climb on top of him, legs are over the cup holder, you're using him as a literal seat.

“You never kissed anyone?” He asks, while you adjust yourself on top of him, his breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps rise all over your body. You shake your head, feeling a bit insecure, what if you are no good?

Chan bites on his lower lip, shifting a bit so you won't feel his hardening cock under you, you're just too cute, too sexy.

“Okay, I'll go slowly, we can stop anytime you want”, he tells you, brushing his hand on your arm all the way to your neck, making you close your eyes to his touch. He pulls your face closer, touching your lips with his, it's warm and soft, it feels like heaven.

He brings his other hand to your cheek, caressing. He pulls back a bit, just enough so he can speak.

“Open your mouth for me, baby”, he tells you and you obey instantly, feeling his lips back on yours. His tongue brushes against yours and you whine, lifting your hands to grab on his shoulders to steady yourself, causing your ass to rub on his cock. Chan groans, making you flinch, did you do something wrong?

He notices your hesitancy, so he slides his hand to your waist, squeezing you in reassurance.

“Are you sure you have never done this?” He asks playfully and you smile, shyly.

“Can- Can we do it again?” You whisper, making him chuckle. Dear god, would he be able to stop this with just kisses?

“Did you like kissing me, princess?” He teases, seeing you blush. Chan wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. He lands a kiss on your exposed collarbone, tracing kisses up to your neck.

“You smell so good”, he tells you before leaving a kiss on your jaw, then on your chin and finally a peck on your lips.

“Must taste even better”, he thinks, smiling to himself.

Your phone starts ringing, taking you two out of that hazy atmosphere. You feel embarrassed now, not believing you actually acted that way. Going back to your seat, you pick up the call, it's Yuna.

“Mom and dad are freaking out because you stopped moving for too long”, she whispers. Shit, you forgot your localization was turned.

“Tell them you called Chan and I'm alright, my phone just died”, you instruct her.

“Yeah, got it, just hurry”

Chan probably heard the conversation, but you still feel upset that he started the car right away and drove fast back to your home.

When you arrive in front of your house, you're not sure if you should kiss him goodnight or just wave, both are awkward options for you, so you go with the one you want the most.

You grab his arm and pull him closer to you, kissing him on the lips. Chan is quite surprised with your bold action, but he won't complain, he can't get enough of your lips.

“I will text you when I get home”, he says after pulling away and you nod.

You get out of the car and walk to your door, stealing glances at Chan. He's giggling at your antics, watching until you are safe inside your house.

He should be thankful to Jeongin, he's finally having a good time.

—

Chan is taking his mission seriously, he's texting you everyday and even stopped seeing all his fuck buddies. This is the closest he ever got to a relationship, but you're not official yet.

Especially not when you're avoiding him like the plague when it comes to meeting face to face. You answer his texts normally but he has to literally hunt you down so he can find you in this damn university and if you see him before he sees you, it's game over, you'll hide immediately and he has to begin his search all over again.

This time, though, he caught you off guard. You are at the library, seated alone, trying to focus on the book you have in your hands.

He smiles to himself, knowing you can't escape anymore. Chan leans over, caging your body with his two hands around you, gripping the table.

“I missed you, baby”, he whispers and you shiver, feeling butterflies on your stomach.

“H-hi”, you say, closing your book and taking a deep breath.

You will not try and pretend you didn't hide from him for almost a week. But that's not your fault, it's your brain's.

After Chan left you home, you ran to your room, still feeling all tingly and hot from kissing him. Since Yuna didn't come to your room you guessed she was already asleep, so you took your makeup off, took a long bath and snuggled in your nice sheets.

The thing is: you had the most lewd, filthy, awfully good dream that night. You could never even say the things Chan did to you in that dream out loud.

You woke up sweaty, heavy breathing and panties soaked, this never happened to you before.

You just couldn't look at his face after that, you felt dirty and guilty with having those thoughts about such a nice guy.

“Am I wrong or were you avoiding me?” He asks, not moving from behind you.

“No- I wasn't”, you turn around to look at him, bumping into his face too close from yours. He glances at your lips, biting his lower one and chuckles. “I was just, hm, kinda embarrassed”, you tell him, aware that he's going to know right away if you try lying.

“Embarrassed about what?” He asks, tilting his head.

“I don't know”, you look away, trying not to give in and tell him about your dream.

“I think you should come to my place so we can talk about it”, he says and you choke on your own spit, struggling to function correctly. Did he just ask you to go to his house? Just you? And him? Just the two of you?

The apartment is not far from the campus, it's a maximum twenty minutes walk. The building is nice and modern, it absolutely matches what you had imagined Chan’s place would look like.

His apartment is huge, it's not possible that he lives there alone.

“I have three roommates, Jisung and Changbin you already know and Hyunjin, he's an arts major”

“Hwang Hyunjin? I know him, he's friends with my sister”, Chan nods, he forgot your sister dates Jeongin, she probably knows his entire group of friends.

“Do you want to drink something?” He asks, looking at you while you walk around the living room, looking at every corner but not at him.

“Water is fine”, you say, looking at some pictures he has with his friends. He always has that breathtaking smile that makes all your insides turn around.

“What about watching a movie?” He asks out of nowhere, sitting on the sofa. He looks at you, an arm resting on the back of the sofa.

“Sure”, you walk to him, sitting on the far corner. Chan has to bite back a laugh so you won't feel embarrassed, do you really think it's so easy for you to get away from him?

He turns on the movie, adjusting himself on his seat. You're really trying to pay attention to what's going on on the screen, but you just can't. Not when Chan's scent is all over the place, making you remember about your dirty dream.

He knows you're restless, he can see you fidgeting by his peripheral vision.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asks, turning his head towards you, with a smirk plastered on his lips. “Maybe you can sit here again, I'm sure you are going to like it better”, he pats on his lap.

You feel your face red.

“Stop teasing”, you mumble, pouting, “that's not nice”

He chuckles. If you're not coming to him, he has no problem going to you, so Chan slides his body closer, making you stare at him with a frown.

He raises his hand to your face, cupping it and caressing your cheek.

“Tell me you don't want this, princess, I'll stop”, he says. But you want this more than anything in the world, how could you not?

You lean a bit, trying to close the gap between your mouths. Oh, how much Chan missed your soft lips, he felt almost like going through a withdrawal staying so long without kissing you.

You learn fast, your mouth opens right away after your lips touch. In a bold move, your tongue is the one to look for his first, making him groan. He puts his right hand on your thigh, squeezing it harder than he predicted, but he didn't predict the bite you would give on his lip at that exact moment.

Chan grabs your hip, pulling you up to his lap, this time with a leg on each side of him. You're looking at him in that innocent way when all he has on his mind are the dirtiest thoughts. He caresses your thigh, sliding his hand to grab your ass and pulling you closer to him.

“Will you tell me now, why you were embarrassed? You looked pretty fine when I left you home after our date”, he asks and you blush instantly, oh, you forgot about the reason you are here. You can't tell him about your dream, you'll die of embarrassment if you do.

“It was- nothing”, you lie, avoiding his eyes. Chan noticed this already, you always look anywhere but him when you are lying to him.

Maybe he'll have to make you tell the truth.

“Really?” He says, skeptical. “Then you were just being mean? Playing with my feelings after just one date?” He's teasing, he knows you'll give in eventually, it's just a question of time.

“No, I wasn't”, you argue, with a frown on your face, your lips shut tight in a pout.

“Baby”, he calls, your legs would definitely give out if he called you like that while you were standing. “I don't like liars”

Chan slides his hands up to your ass, grabbing a handful and pulling you closer. You can already feel something hard beneath you, making you shift and adjust on his lap, involuntarily seeking some friction. Your core is aching, just by staying so close to him.

“I'm not lying, that's mean”, you try changing the subject and he chuckles.

Chan comes closer, lips brushing against yours, his breathing hitting on your mouth, everything just making the wet spot on your panties grow bigger and bigger. He kisses you, a nice and soft kiss with his tongue caressing yours gently.

Chan notices that you're moving your hips slightly, trying to feel his cock. He smiles during the kiss, pulling away while putting his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to be harder.

“Hm”, you whine, feeling his hard on giving you the friction you're looking for. His hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer into a kiss again.

You never felt this way, like ever. You did masturbate but it's different to do it with another person. It's just so good to feel Chan's touch on your skin, his breathing, his muscular arms holding you. You feel your orgasm coming, you can't believe you're going to cum by just rubbing yourself on this man.

Chan knows you're almost there, that's when he grabs your hips steadying you, not letting you move further. He earns a whine from you, an angry look on your face.

“I will only let you keep going if you tell me why you were embarrassed and avoided me”, he says cockyly and you shake your head, trying to move again but his grip on your hips is too strong.

“I don't wanna”, you tell him.

“Then, I guess you won't be cumming today”, he shrugs. “At least, not with me”, he smirks to your face becoming even redder.

“You're such a meanie”, you whine, pouting, still trying to move again but he just won't let you.

“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” He tilts his head.

You ponder for a moment, what should you do? It's not going to end here, if you don't tell him right now, you're sure he won't let it go.

“I- I had a dream”, you start, trying to gather some courage.

“Uhm”, he nods, “what about it?” He asks curiously, feeling strangely aroused by the way you're looking around, lips pulled into a line and the way you're speaking leads him to believe you're talking about a wet dream.

“Li- like one of those dreams”, so he was right, did you have a wet dream about him? That's interesting.

“Hm, you'll have to be more specific, princess”, he pushes, “I don't think I know what you're talking about”

“I mean”, you groan, dropping your head to his shoulder so you won't feel his eyes on you. “A sex dream… with you”, you whisper.

The grin on Chan's face after you finish saying that, is priceless. He can feel his cock twitching, he's eager to know more.

“Tell me more about it”, he presses, “I really wanna know what happened in that dream that left you so embarrassed”

“Please, Chan. Don't make me say it”, you beg, but he's not having it. He likes seeing you blushing and struggling to talk dirty, it's endearing.

“No can do”, he grabs your shoulder to pull you away so he can look at your face. “I promise I'll give a nice reward if you tell me”

You nod. If he won't drop it, then you have to try and earn something over your embarrassing situation.

“I- like- you ate me out”, you start and he smiles, he would indeed love to do that. “And I s-sucked you off, it was nice”, you stumble over your words in each sentence. Chan can only feel even more turned on, your lips are so soft, he can't even picture what it would feel like to have them wrapped around him.

“Keep going, princess. You're doing great”, he reassures you. Chan loosens the grip on your hips, guiding your movements back and forth once again.

“And you said all these dirty things to me, I can't say it out loud, please”, he smirks, pulling you even closer and pressing your covered core against his cock.

“Did I tell you how good it felt to have your pretty little mouth sucking on my cock?” He asks playfully and you nod, feeling the warmth creeping in your face again while that tingly sensation grows bigger in your lower stomach.

“Did we fuck?” He asks, feeling himself getting closer to cum too.

“Yeah”, you nod frantically with your eyes closed shut. “You fucked me on all fours and in this same position too”, you tell him.

“Oh? Did you ride me? Did you like it?”

“I did”, you struggle to make your voice come out, feeling too light headed to even speak properly.

“There's something more, right, baby?” He feels his cock throbbing, he's almost at his limit.

“Yes, you- you choked me a bit, I liked that”, and that sentence was enough to make Chan reach his orgasm, being followed by you right after.

He can't believe he really did cum in his pants, like a fucking teenager. It's your fault actually, how can someone make him cum like this and still look angelic and innocent? Like you never told him he choked you and you liked it, even though it was a dream.

Chan kisses you eagerly this time, his chest is feeling hot and he feels a weird sensation on his stomach.

“You shouldn't feel embarrassed about this kind of thing”, he tells you and you nod, because it's true, “if it makes you feel better, I'm sure I had worse thoughts about you”, he smiles, seeing you blush.

“Like what?” You ask, curiously.

“Oh, I won't tell you”, he shakes his head, “you would never look at me again if you knew all the dirty things I wanna do to you”

—

Another week went by and now you were not avoiding Chan anymore. He follows you around pretty much all day at school, stealing kisses and pulling you to empty classrooms to have make out sessions.

It's time for him to meet your parents, it's not something he ever did, he never dated anyone after all. It's a Wednesday night, he brought flowers and a bottle of wine. So five minutes before the set time, he's knocking at your door.

Your sister opens up, greeting him but you're nowhere to be found until he hears your voice from upstairs.

“Is he already here?” You sound panicked and your sister giggles.

“Yes! Hurry up”, she says and Chan hears something falling and making a weird noise. It was not loud enough to be a person so he's not worried you fell, but he finds it funny to think about you nervously stumbling around.

When you show up at the top of the stairs, he has to blink a few times to actually believe you're real. You look so beautiful, showing your nice legs in a short skirt and your shoulders in a tank top.

“Hey”, you greet him, looking at the things he has in hands and he finally regains his composure.

“Hi”, he gives you a peck on the lips, “this is for you” he hands you a bouquet of red camellias.

You stop for a second, you never received flowers. Before you can answer him, your father's head is popping out of the living room.

“Why is it taking so long for you to bring this guy inside?”, he asks grumpy, he's not too happy about you dating but there's nothing he can do about it.

Chan straightens himself, walking to your father to greet him.

“Good night, sir. I'm Bang Chan”, he clears his throat when your father doesn't say a thing, just staring at him. “I brought this for you”, he shows the wine bottle and your father takes it.

“At least you have good taste”, he nods to the wine bottle Chan stole from his father's collection.

He turns around, shrugging to you and you smile, listening to your sister's chuckles. You take his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers.

In the living room there's a woman that looks too much like you and your sister to not be your mother, she smiles kindly at you two.

She's less intimidating than your father so Chan's greetings to her are less awkward this time. As time goes by, your parents warm up to him, making jokes and even telling him about your childhood.

“The night went great”, you say while walking Chan to his car. “Thank you for coming”

“Your parents are great”, he says, leaning on the door of his car. He takes your hands in his and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you for inviting me”

He looks so good tonight, his dark hair is carefully styled and he's wearing much more formal clothes than usual, making him look like a prince.

“Can I have a good night’s kiss?” He asks, slyly, seeing you eyeing him up. You nod, putting your hands on his chest and closing the gap between your mouths. Chan's hands slide from your waist to your ass, squeezing slightly, he can't get too into it since he won't be able to go further than a kiss tonight.

You pull away from him when you have to breathe, his lips are so inviting you could kiss him all night long.

“I will see you tomorrow”, he tells you.

There's something wrong with his heart, it's beating so fast he thinks he may be dying. After driving away from you, he calms himself a bit. It's not possible that you were the cause of that reaction, right? This is supposed to be fun, he only has to date you for a while and then break up, no strings attached. So why does he feel such hurt in his chest after thinking about leaving you?

After one more long and sleepless night Chan realized something: he is in love. This feeling snuck in so unexpectedly he didn't even notice he was falling in love. Chan never fell in love before, so he can only guess that this is how it feels to love someone.

He notices every little detail about you, he jokes around all the time waiting to hear you laugh about something he says. Chan likes the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you just look at him so focused while he is speaking. He is in love with your personality, your cleverness, your kindness, your beauty is just a bonus that makes him even more in love with you.

He wants to confess to you, ask you to be his girlfriend, to never leave him.

He even asked for your sister's help to make something for you, maybe a song, he can definitely make something beautiful and romantic for you. Maybe he can cook too, he wants to make you feel appreciated.

He's waiting for your class to finish, seated on the bench in front of the classroom while scrolling through his phone.

He feels someone sitting by his side and before he can look, a kiss lands onto his cheek. Chan puts his hand on his face, blushing and you laugh seeing his reaction. You two did much more than just a kiss on the cheek, why is he embarrassed about it?

“Did you miss me?” You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

“Of course I did”, he grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers. “Should we go to my place?” He asks and you nod, standing up, pulling him to get up too.

It's still a bit weird that you two are together, you never thought liking someone as much as you like Chan could actually happen to you, you could even say you're in love. The only thing that still makes you doubtful is the fact that he didn't ask you to be his girlfriend yet, you have been going out for a month and you do everything together, so why hasn't he made it official?

You still have many questions in your mind, sitting on Chan's bed while he makes popcorn and you choose the movie you're watching tonight.

He enters the room, closing the door and turning off the lights, two water bottles and a huge bowl in his hands.

“What movie did you choose?” He asks, but you can't hear it, your mind is too loud. “Y/N? Are you alright?” He asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Are we exclusive?” You ask out of nowhere, ripping the air out of his lungs.

“Yes”, he says firmly, “do you want to be with other people?”

Chan asked that, but he's holding his breath until you answer him, hoping you're going to deny. For a moment, you don't say a thing and seeing you hesitate makes his heart ache.

“No, I-” you try speaking, trying not to sound ridiculous, “I want to be exclusive, I just don't know if you want that”

Chan takes a deep breath, putting the things he has in hands on the nightstand.

“Of course, I want to”, he takes your hand into his, bringing it to his mouth so he can kiss the palm. He's feeling guilty, he's taking his time preparing a nice confession but you're feeling insecure. “I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't want things to get more serious”, he climbs on the bed, getting closer to you, “let me show you that you're the only one I want, hum? Can I?”

You suck on your teeth, knowing exactly what is about to happen but you just can't say no to him, let's be real, you don't want to say no to him. So you nod, making him smile.

Chan is eager to have you, he has been for weeks, just waiting for you to be ready to give yourself to him. He cups your face, pulling you closer and kissing you.

He helps you lay down on the bed, towering over you while landing kisses down your neck. You feel him biting on your shoulder and he brings his hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. His hands travel around your body, making you hotter.

“You're so pretty, princess”, he says, kissing your chest. You whine, he's taking too much time to get to the place you want the most.

“Channie”, you whisper, “please, touch me”, you ask him.

His smile grows bigger as he mumbles “your wish is my command”. Chan unbuttons your pants, pulling them down your legs, throwing it someplace in the room.

He slides his hand down to your core, your underwear is soaked. He pulls your panties down your legs and brushes a finger along your folds, collecting the wetness before inserting a finger inside, you arch your back to the feeling. It's delicious, but it hurts a bit. It's different from how it feels doing it alone.

“Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. “You're such a good girl, baby, all wet and ready for me.” He whispers, getting closer to your face again. I'm going to put another one”, he tells you. The sensation it's too much already, his fingers are too much.

“Chan”, you moan, “I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that”

“Oh? But I didn't even get to the better part”, he answers pressing his thumb on your clit, making circles.

“Fuck”, you whine.

His smirk grows while he keeps the movement of back and forth inside of you. Before he can tease you more, your legs are shaking and your tight hole is clenching around his fingers. You put your hand on your mouth, covering it so you won't make a loud sound, but he doesn't like that. He wants to hear how well he's fucking you.

“Let's not do that, okay? I want you to be loud, want to hear you scream my name” He says, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them on his mouth. He comes closer, kissing your neck and face, helping you calm down after your orgasm.

Goosebumps rise all over your body, his kisses feel like fire on your skin, you thought you'd feel less horny after cumming, but you're still so turned on.

Chan kisses your chest, opening your bra. You feel embarrassed when he sees you completely naked.

“You're still dressed”, you point out, face red.

He gets out of the bed immediately, taking his shirt off and his pants too, crawling back to you in only his underwear. His cock is hard, outlined by the thin fabric of his boxers.

You feel the urge to touch him, maybe taste it. So you grab his length, making him groan.

“What are you doing, princess?” He asks, eyes closed from the pleasure of having your beautiful hands wrapped around him.

“I want to make you feel good”, you tell him, pushing his chest and making him fall on his back on the bed. You kiss his neck the same as he was doing to you, suddenly feeling possessive and sucking on the skin, leaving a few hickeys there.

You go down, kissing his chest and stomach, getting closer and closer to his throbbing cock. You pull his underwear down and his cock spring on your face.

“I just- you need to teach me”, you tell him. How can you look at him with such innocence in your eyes when you're about to suck him off?

“Hold the base”, he instructs, “now you can go up and down with your hand.”

 He feels your movements, making him groan. You are bolder than he gives you credit for, since you lick the head of his cock without being told to. You wrap his dick with your mouth, waiting for the next command.

“You can go up and down, princess, yes, like that” he moans, feeling his cock being embraced by your warm mouth.

Chan feels like exploding any time now, weeks of pent-up sexual tension being released. He sees you rubbing yourself on his bed while sucking on him, that just makes him crazier, he wants to make you feel good now, he can let you do the same for him another time.

“Baby”, you hear him say and you stop your movements. “I won't be able to last long with your soft mouth doing that, I need to feel you around my cock”

You nod, letting go of his cock and climbing up, stopping on top of Chan.

“I wanna be on top”, you say confidently.

“Let's do it slowly okay? I don't want to hurt you”, Chan tells you and you agree.

He grabs the base of his cock, brushing the head on your folds, trying to wet it enough to make it easier for you.

It feels like heaven when his cock finally slides inside of you, you're so tight he feels like he can cum at any moment.

Chan sees the pain in your eyes, he doesn't move, “do you want to stop?” He asks worriedly, putting his hands on your hips to stop you from moving but you shake your head.

You keep pushing it in, trying to relax. Chan kisses you, massaging your breasts to help you relax a bit.

When the painful part is gone and you're feeling all the good sensations back, you don't think you can stop, it's too addictive. You start riding on him freely, hands taking support on his chest and head thrown back, the pleasure is just too much, you'll be coming soon.

“Fuck, you look so good riding me, princess”, he says, feeling his own high almost catching him.

“Oh, Channie, I'm gonna cum”, you whine, fastening the movements of your hips, “please, oh, your cock feels so good”

For someone who couldn't talk about a wet dream a few weeks ago you sure talk dirty in real life, Chan chuckles, feeling you clenching around him and when you squeeze his cock for the last time he cums too, filling you up.

You collapse on top of him, breathing heavily. Your eyes are heavy, you're not sure if you can stay awake. Chan caresses your back and plays with your hair, making you fall fast asleep.

You wake up feeling just a bit sore. You're on cloud nine, the night was amazing. When you open your eyes, there's no one in the bed with you. You wrap yourself in the blankets trying to find and collect all your clothes scattered around the room.

The delicious smell that embraces your nose the moment you step out of the room, is enough to make you drool.

Chan is in the kitchen, dressed in nothing but sweatpants and an apron. That's right, he's shirtless. You're feeling bold today, so you get closer to him wrapping your arms around his waist in a back hug.

He lets out a laugh, putting his hand over yours and turning off the stove. He turns around, hugging you.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, kissing your forehead and you nod, snuggling in his embrace.

“Why didn't you wake me earlier? I woke up missing you”

“Ow, my baby is so needy”, he teases, making you pout. “I was making you, breakfast”

“Hm”, you look at what he was cooking.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, a bit worried, it was your first time after all.

“I'm doing great”, you smile, “just a bit sore, but it's nothing”

He nods, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you around.

“I'm happy to hear that”, he kisses the top of your head, guiding you to take a seat on the table. “Let's eat so we can go for another round then”, he smirks.

—

“Jeongin is coming here today?” You ask your sister and she nods frantically while fixing her hair.

“He's coming to ask dad's permission to date me”, she giggles excitedly.

“Alright”, you smile seeing your sister so happy.

You're the one opening the door for Jeongin while your sister is getting ready, he's clearly nervous but he's trying to keep his smile.

“Hey!” You give space for him to enter, “Yuna is almost done”

He nods, looking around. Your sister comes down minutes later, leading Jeongin to the living room.

Your father is less hostile to him than he was to Chan, maybe it's because Jeongin is adorable.

After an hour of conversation, you go upstairs, you have a date tonight and need to get ready.

The memories from your night with Chan flood your mind making you giggle and kick your feet, they have been your most cherished thoughts lately. It's a struggle but you finally end your bath after probably an hour.

You walk back to your room, you're already late. However, you stop in front of your sister's room when you hear voices being a little bit too loud.

“You did what, Jeongin?” your sister's voice is a pitch higher than usual.

“I didn't think things would get out of hand”, Jeongin answers, are they fighting?

“In what world did you think that was a good idea?”

“I was desperate, I'm not proud of that”, he answers back.

“There's no excuse for you to ask Bangchan to date my sister”, she tries speaking lower but you still can hear them. Your whole world crumbles with that one sentence, what does she mean by that?

“I didn't do it to be mean, I know how hard it is for your sister to get to meet new people, I thought it would benefit the both of us”, he tries explaining. Your heart is beating too fast, the throbbing in your ears grows stronger and your legs are giving out.

“How am I supposed to tell her now? She is so happy” Yuna cries out. “Don't come any closer, get out of here”, you panic instantly, they can't see you there. But you're too slow, when you finally manage to move Jeongin is swinging the door open. He stops on his tracks, turning white on the spot.

“Y/N-”, he tries to speak, but you run to your room before he can say anything else.

You can't believe this is actually happening to you, you thought that someone finally liked you but everything was a lie? That's not possible, right?

You are going to go to Chan, you two have a date, and he is going to tell you that Jeongin is lying, that he was just joking.

The uber to Chan's apartment doesn't seem to show up fast enough and the ride there couldn't be slower. You're restless, fidgeting with your fingers and shaking your legs.

You pay the man, practically running out of the car and running upstairs. The person who opens the door is not Chan but Changbin, you met him a few times when you were visiting the apartment.

“Hey, y/n”, Changbin greets you. “Chan is not home, but he will be here soon, I heard you have a date”, he says, letting you in.

“I'm going to wait for him in his room”, you tell him, too disturbed to worry about proper manners.

You walk back and forth in the room, anxiously waiting for Chan's arrival. You hear his voice after twenty minutes, he's talking to his friend in the living room when Changbin tells him you're there.

You can hear the fast footsteps leading to where you are, you take a deep breath, trying not to cry.

“Hey, baby”, Chan smiles at you, dropping his bag on the floor and walking towards you with open arms. “Did something happen?” He stops, noticing your face.

You stare at him for a minute, brows knit together and eyes trying to find the least bit of sincerity in the time you two spent together.

“Did you ask me out as a favor to Jeongin?” You ask and his standing falter, how did you find out?

“L-let me explain”, he says, taking a step closer to you.

“So you did”, you feel the tears trying to escape from your eyes.

“Please, just… just hear what I have to say”, he asks, trying to hold your hand, but you pull away from him.

“I don't want to hear a thing from you”, you tell him, running your hands through your hair.

It really was all a lie. How could you be so dumb?

You walk past him, trying to get out of the room, go anywhere but there. But Chan grabs your arm, making you stop in your tracks.

“Please, don't leave”, he begs. You feel a pang in your chest, but it doesn't make a difference since you're already hurting too much.

“You have no right to ask me that”, you pull your arm out of his grasp and walk out of the apartment.

It would be too humiliating to enter the uber while bawling your eyes out, so you decide to walk. You walk for a long time before your feet start hurting and your eyes are burning from how much you cried. You can't believe you really let yourself fall pray to such a scheme, you thought you were smarter than that.

It's obvious you only fell for it because it's Chan, you were attracted to him since the first time you laid eyes on him. You try to believe that it wouldn't be that easy to trick you if it was anyone else.

After at least two hours, you finally reach your house and you're feeling utterly miserable. You greet your parents and walk upstairs, anxiously searching for your room so you can finally let yourself fall and cry as much as you can.

Your sister is seated on your bed, biting on her nails. She stands up as soon as she sees you.

“I'm really sorry”, she says, teary.

You sigh, feeling the weight on your chest even heavier.

“It's not your fault”, you tell her. You start to undress, looking for your pajamas so you can snuggle on your bed until all of this passes.

“I shouldn't have started dating before you”, she whines.

“I don't blame you, so stop doing that to yourself”, you say, even though you feel a bit of resentment because Jeongin likes her truly, he likes her because she's her. Of course no one's going to like you, you're… you.

“But”, she bites on her lower lip, not sure if she should say this, “I think Chan really likes you-”, she stops talking when you give her the meanest glare you ever threw in someone's way.

“I don't want to hear it”, you say.

“He even asked help so he could confess to you in a way you would like”, she continues.

“I'm not going to repeat myself”, you say and your sister knows that tone too well, it's better for her to stay silent for the time being. “If you're done, I would like to be alone”

Yuna nods, glancing at you all the way to the door.

You collapse on your bed, finally able to cry your eyes out without people looking at you in a weird way. This is the moment you realize how much you love Bang Chan, the pain you're feeling is greater than anything you ever felt in your whole life, you truly don't think you'll be able to survive this.

Chan is an idiot, he knows this and you are right to never look at his face again. But even though he knows you're right, he can't accept the thought of you leaving him.

He tried calling and texting you, you blocked him. He tried talking to your sister, she cursed him out and told him to leave you alone. She and Jeongin are on bad terms right now but they didn't break up yet.

He tried to find you in the university, but you didn't show up for the entire week, he just doesn't know what to do.

“You are an idiot”, Hyunjin says after listening to the whole story, “you should have told her about it while you still had time”

“I didn't know I was in love”, Chan runs his hands through his hair, “not until it was too late”

His friend sighs, he just can't see Chan like that anymore. He's just miserable, he looks like he's dying and Hyunjin doesn't doubt it could actually happen at this point.

So as a good friend, he takes this matter into his own hands and calls your sister, trying to convince her to listen to Chan and maybe forgive Jeongin too, Hyunjin is tired of him whining all day long.

“Did you really call me here for this?”, Yuna asks, ready to grab her things and go home.

“Hear me out, okay?” He says. “I know what they did was wrong but they regret it, Jeongin even told you about it”

She huffs, crossing her arms.

“He told me because I was talking about how Chan wanted to ask y/n to be his girlfriend”, she says. “He felt guilty, he would have never told me about it otherwise”

“Chan really likes y/n, he really wants to be with her”

Yuna sighs, she knows that. There was no way Chan could fake the way he looked at you.

“She's not going to believe that”, Yuna says, “y/n is heartbroken, she's not even going to her classes. She just stays in her room all day, crying’

“There's nothing better to fix her broken heart then”, Hyunjin points out, “let's help them meet, they can talk things out that way”

“She doesn't want to see him”, Yuna sighs, “but I do think this is the best solution”

“Okay, I'll text you the day and time, just bring y/n, Chan will take care of the rest”

Yuna nods, collecting her things but before she can stand up, Hyunjin's voice sounds again.

“About Jeongin-”, he starts, but she cuts him off right away.

“This whole mess started because of Jeongin”, she takes a deep breath, “after y/n and Chan resolve this matter I'll see what I'm going to do about him”

Yuna turns around, leaving Hyunjin there. At least he got Chan a chance, he can't save everyone.

Chan can't take it anymore, he has to see you. So he musters all the courage he has and goes to your house. It doesn't help that it's 2 a.m. so everyone is sleeping, except you it seems, since there's light coming from your room.

He begins throwing rocks at your window, trying to make you notice him and after a few tries he sees your face popping out.

Chan wishes he didn't come at all, your face is puffy so he knows you have been crying and the way you're looking at him, it's just awful, he feels despicable. More than he has felt all this time without you.

“What do you want?” You ask, at least you didn't ignore him.

“Can you come down for a bit?”

You sigh, you don't actually want to, but you're afraid he'll make too much noise trying to convince you to go down and wake up the neighbors or even worse, your parents.

You close the window, he knew it would be hard, that you wouldn't want to see him. Before he can turn around and walk away, Chan hears the sound of the front door opening.

You are in your pajamas, holding yourself trying to protect your body from the cold air.

You stop in your tracks, looking at him with an intense gaze, like you can read all his thoughts and know about all his mistakes.

“How have you been?” He asks and you scoff.

“Are you here to survey my mood? I have been feeling like shit, what about you?” He remembers the first time he talked to you, how he wished to see you mad, now he regrets that. He never wanted to see you mad at him.

“I'm not well either”, he says.

You sigh.

“Now that we know how each other is feeling, you can go”, you tell him.

“Can you let me explain?” He pleads.

“Did you start dating me as a favor for Jeongin?” You ask and he sighs, nodding. “That's all I need to know, I would appreciate it if you don't come looking for me anymore”, you say, turning around and going back inside. Tears start running down your face while you go back to your room, when will this pain subside?

—

You are finally back at school, after moping around all day at home for an entire week, you decided it was time to get back to your life. Staying at home just made you feel worse, you didn't have a thing to distract yourself so you ended up thinking about Chan the whole time. That only weakened your resolve to forget about him, you avoided coming to school because you knew you would give in if he tried to approach you.

Your day goes by fast enough and you just want to go home to lay on your bed. You feel your phone buzzing, it's a message from Jeongin. You were so angry with Chan that you forgot to block him.

He should be begging to meet Yuna, so why is he asking to meet you? Maybe he wants your help to fix things between them.

You don't know why you decided to meet him, maybe it's curiosity to know why he did such a thing to you or maybe you want to look at his face and curse at him.

He arrives at the cafe at the set time, looking around for you and walking towards you when his eyes lock with yours.

“Hey”, he says, sitting in front of you. You don't say anything back, not in the mood to be polite.

Jeongin sighs, he expected this much.

“I wanted to talk with you about this whole situation, believe me I didn't mean to hurt you even though it ended up happening in the end-”

“I considered you my friend”, you say making him stop talking.

“I- I'm”, he says, voice a pitch higher.

“Friends don't do what you did”, you say and he nods.

“I know it was an ill executed plan, but my intentions weren't bad, I swear”, he tells you.

“And do your intentions matter if I was the one hurt in the end?” You ask, angrier now.

“No”, he answers. “I'm truly sorry, I swear, I just caught you staring at Chan more than once. I thought this would be good for us both but I was clearly wrong”

You huff, exhausted. You start collecting your things to go home but you hear Jeongin's voice once more.

“Chan really likes you, he fell in love with you”, he says and your heart skips a beat, it shouldn't be behaving like this, not after the heartbreak you are going through.

“I don't care, he lost his chance”, you answer firmly, even though you know it's not true.

“Are you sure?” Jeongin asks, “are you sure you won't regret it? Not let him explain or not hearing him out?”

You glance at him once more, before standing up and walking out of the cafe.

Your mid terms are finally over, that means, you don't have anything to study so you're stuck with your thoughts. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, it's a message from Yuna, asking you to meet her in the arts department.

You reply, saying you'll be there in a moment. What is she even doing there? She's a business major.

The arts department is not far from yours, but it's emptier than you are used to. She asked you to meet in the first classroom of the second floor.

When you open the door, the first thing you see is Bang Chan. He looks awful, worse than you even.

You try going back, but he already saw you, so he stands up, coming closer.

“Don't leave, I'll do anything just… don't leave”

He's pale, and the eyebags he normally has are darker than usual.

“Are you sick?” You ask, worried. It's not like you can stop loving him in such a short period of time, of course you're worried.

“No”, he says, “I mean, I'm not feeling well, but I don't think I have an illness”

You nod, feeling awkward. It's been a while since you felt this way about him.

“Okay, then I'll get going”, you say trying to leave, but his voice stops you.

“I love you”, he is desperate, you can hear it in his voice. However, you're too petty.

“This was part of Jeongin’s plan too?”, you scoff, seeing his lips trembling.

He takes a deep breath, he deserves that, he knows he does.

“I really started going out with you because Jeongin asked”, he starts explaining, “but I fell in love with you, for real”

You feel your heart ache once more, he's about to cry, you can see it. But you're not sure if you can forgive him, even if what he's telling you is true.

“I don't believe you”, you say, shrugging, trying to hold your own tears.

“I will do anything to prove it to you, just say what I need to do for you to believe me”, he says, taking a step closer to you.

“I'm not sure if I'll be able to forget this or even forgive you, Chan”, you sigh, letting your heart speak and not your anger.

“I know I messed up, I don't deserve you I know that too”, he grabs your hand, “but please, I'll prove to you that I deserve a second chance, I'll earn back your trust”, he pleads.

You sigh, even after all this, it seems you still can't say no to him.

“I'm going to need some time”, you say slowly, “but I will give you a second chance, you better not ruin it”, you say.

Chan can't believe you're really going to try and forgive him, he can't ask for anything more.

“I won't disappoint you this time, I promise”, he says, kissing the palm of your hand, the same way he did before.

“Let's see about that”, you sigh, feeling your heart beating fast once again.

You may be making a stupid choice, but you'll only learn by making mistakes. You just sure hope this is not one.

A/N: If you like what I write please reblog or let me know in the comments, feedback gives me motivation to keep writing.

[harumasa-wifey]

i dont know if you still accept harumasa requests but, hear me out on swatching lipstick colors and then give harumasa bunch of kisses on his face while leaving bunch of colorful marks

Harumasa x Fem! Reader

Warning: slightly suggestive,fluff and lots of kissing. Not proofread

Note: i see what you did there and now you are responsible for what's about to happen anon/j. I'm not gonna ignore how the docs tried to correct my snacks to snakes like buddy you sure that is it? I post in the middle of the night like I got some rent due ( I don't even live in a rented house) but anyways i really wanna kiss this man XOXO

He was lazing around on his desk when he heard footsteps enter the office. The footsteps didn't bother him but the sound of sweet laughter surely did. He knows that voice by heart it was you. He quickly looked up to see you walking in the office with yanagi while holding two bags.(Confused puppy mode activated)

He glanced at the brand name and understood it was some cosmetic after all yanagi promised to take you on a shopping spree today. How could he forget? She got to her desk which was in front of him happily greeting him.

“Oh well morning to you harumasa, were you sleeping?” he yawned, stretching back and giving her a lazy smile genuinely feeling happy seeing her first thing after his nap, he peeked into the bag asking. “Well hello there beautiful where ya been?” she was about to answer but got interrupted by soukaku who ran around in circles around her.

“Oh oh oh?! What's in those bags! Is it snacks!” they asked, feeling enthusiastic as ever. “Well not quite but I do have snacks for you, oh and also give this calligraphy brush to miyabi for me please?” She said while handing Soukaku one of the bags from the desk which the oni happily took and ran away then she turned towards a pouting harumasa. “How could you forget about your own boyfriend, I see this is it for me, you don't want me anymore” he said while leaning back on his seat dramatically. She glared at him. “ Of course I'll never forget about my lovely partner, it would be disastrous. Stop being dramatic, I am sure you can wait a little more” she said while turning towards the bangboo who was offering her some papers. He looked at her confused. “What do you mean wait? What are you trying to give? Hello?? Am I being ignored?” She silently collected the papers and went to give them to yanagi. After a long day's work they were walking back home. He was thankful he escaped yanagi’s overtime today after skipping through paperwork.

He walked beside her holding her hand.

He turned to her and asked “ sure you wanna stay over?”

“You don't want me to?”She asked while masking her face with sadness.

“Wait wait wait wait do not attack me like that i would never say no to you!” He said rasing his hands up , she then smiled. “ Well there is no problem” she said happily entering his room as he followed after her closing the room.

“My do you not live in here or something” she said looking around.

“Well i warned you” everything was organised as if someone hasn't visited for two days because of the hospital appointments. She put her bag down and took out a box. “Guess what i have”

He looked at the box “a lipstick pack? Woha that's a whole set” he said while removing his bandana and falling in the bed while she opened the box while humming a tune besides him.” Would you choose a colour for me?” She looked up at him smiling and showing him the box. He thought for a while before picking on the lighter side. She picked the one he choose and tried it on. “Hmm does this look any good?”

Which he replied to “ of course duh i don't think you need it tho” she glanced at him across the mirror. “ I think i have another way to test it” he tilted his head then suddenly she pulled him into a kiss. His hands around her waist while she was on his lap. She broke the kiss and looked at the Mark around his lips.

“Well this colour is too light lemme try another” she said picking out a darker shade then kissing him on his cheek leaving another mark. It's been about 5 mins and 10 different shades with more 10 to go and his face and neck covered in different lipstick marks with his shirt buttons undone. “Hmm I can't find the one I like, you must be bored by now”

He shaked his head sideways and whispering in a low husky voice. “Go on.” She leaned in again leave new marks over his lips and collarbones.

Don't blame him if he sleeps in your arms this will the most peaceful he has ever been. Well he won't blame you either if the marks don't wash off with just water in the morning. He might try to get a sick leave. More like love sick leave.

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine, I kept thinking about a Kamisato Ayato in a modern day AU in which him and the reader were going through a divorce because things are not going the way it was supposed to be and the marriage is just not working out anymore. When suddenly, suddenly he had an amnesia.

Imagine instead of his mistress, it was you whom he kept looking for, demanding to see upon waking up after the accident. Leaving his mistress baffled and confused just as you are upon arriving at the hospital, hoping that little shitty of a husband dead only to find him demanding and desperately looking for you in the midst of this messy and chaotic moment.

"Anata." His voice soften in contrast to his shouts earlier before you enter the room, doctors, nurses and his mistress all inside. "Anata." He called out again but you just stood there as he desperately tried to call your attention. "Anata, who are these people inside the room? What's happening?" He called out and question you, you knew he was calling you because he was looking at you, not anyone but you. Which is pretty funny because he haven't called you that for years, ever since the marriage started falling apart.

"He must have hit his head pretty hard Doc." You spoke nonchalantly, not in the mood to deal with all this bullshit. "It's been years since he called me like that. Can someone explain to me what's happening with my husband?" "Husband? Then who-?" "His mistress." You replied. "As I'm saying- asking rather, can someone explain to me what happened to this guy over here?" "... Very well, Mr. Kamisato over here is involved in a car accident and had brain concussion. As we can see..."

Imagine walking into the room, not that you want to. But upon walking into the room, you are quite surprised to find him alone in there. You were quite expected him to have his mistress with him but turns out that was not the case. "Who's that?" "Who's who?" "That person who was here earlier calling me her lover." "Oh. Well she is exactly who she said she was, she's your lover." You answered, sitting on the sofa inside the private room. Looking away and pulling your phone to check out your notifications. Because goddammit, how dare he look so hurt by those words?

"She what-? Why? Tell me you're joking." You have never seen him look so confused before. Looking back and forth to the notifications on your phone and to the man right in front of you. You sigh, causing him to flinch. "The doctor told me you can be dismissed in two days because you're still under observation. And while you're current suffering from amnesia, they said there was still a possibility of you regaining your memories so don't treat her pretty harshly. I know it could be confusing at first but you'll het over it." You explain and then stood up, "Then, I'll get going now."

Imagine glancing at him only to see him look so broken, like he was waiting, begging for someone to wake him from his dream, from his nightmare. You look away, it's not like it hurts to see him like that. It stopped hurting years ago. Nevertheless, once again you sigh. "Anata-" "I can't have children." "It doesn't matter-" "Well it does now, Ayato." You smile softly at him. "And that explains everything." You added before turning your back at him and walking towards the door. "Oh right, please sign the divorce paper. You wouldn't want your future child to be labelled illegitimate, no?"

Imagine hearing him call out- scream after you but you just kept walking without looking back. You ignore his cries and call with all your might, and walking past the corridor, "Go on, comfort him." You said as you walked pass the woman. "I'm sorry." She said, sounding like she was about to cry and you couldn't help but to smile a little, "No, I'm sorry." You replied as you continue to walk your way out of the hospital.

Imagine going inside the car, your cachuffere already waiting for you inside. And in the middle of the ride, "Want to smoke?" "Nahh" You declined as you look at the city lights. "Are you sure you wouldn't regret this?" "What are you talking about." You chuckle. "He might remember everything one day." "He won't. And even if he did, he wouldn't be able to do anything by then." You answered. "He would hate you." "Then much better." You replied.

"Is it?" "Hmm?" "For the better?" Well in comparison to the amount of suffering he has to go through cause by his elders just because he has yet to produce a heir to the clan, questioning and criticising his title as the chairman and chief of the Kamisato clan, it would be much better to get rid of his one of only flaw. His spouse that couldn't give him a heir. Closing your eyes, this is nothing, "Yeah, for the better." I'm sorry, my love.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: I'm getting a hang of this crocheshit. Ily may pasok na ko bukas yawa ayoko na pumasok. Also, this imagine escalated real quick like no sht. I was writing this for fluff but???

[pomefioredove]

If you're still taking requests, I think something funny would be Idia w a reader/yuu that, in the middle of listening to him ramble (with lovey dovey eyes bc they like listening to him <3) just says. Would. Or like I want you. Like they didn't notice they were saying that out loud and now Idia and them are both dying but Ortho is just like OMG ITS HAPPENING FINALLY EXITING STAGE LEFT! hahdhahshsh I hope you get what I'm saying, completely fine if not!

I got u anon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ slip of the tongue

type of post: fic characters: idia additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu author's note: I know very little about video games so I stole a lot of idia's dialogue from my boyfriend. if he sees this. um. hi baby

"The designs are pretty good. I mean, they fit the same three molds, but they're unique, you know?"

Idia shows you his screen again, rolling his gaming chair to the side so you can get a better look at the game he's been explaining to you for half an hour.

"The fighting is kinda button-mashy, but the graphics are cool enough, so I don't really care,"

You haven't gotten so much as a word in for almost ten minutes now, but that doesn't bother you. You like listening to him talk.

He goes back to the game menu to show you the special features, and then to the menu again. His long, nimble fingers dance across his keyboard, as if he were made for this, and he pulls up another screen with a lot of numbers in colored text.

"The game is free, but it's got an insane file size for it. 180gb. Nothing should be that big,"

Your thoughts become a little louder as you zone out, letting his words, heavy with tech jargon and fast with excitement, become music. You can't always keep up with Idia when he starts going on tangents like this. Usually you have questions, but now, you can't think of any. You're looking more at him than the screen. He's being distractingly cute today.

You sigh, letting your thoughts rest on the tip of your tongue, and without meaning to:

"Would,"

Idia's hands jump off the keyboard, and he goes still. Oh. Shit.

He wasn't supposed to hear that.

He slowly turns to look at you, his eyes widened, his face beet-red. In your defense, you really thought he wasn't listening.

You don't say anything. Either of you. You wait. He waits. His computer eventually powers down, making the room a little darker. Finally, Idia looks away.

"...I forgot what I was saying," he mumbles.

Weird. Okay, he's just going to ignore that? Is that good or bad?

You look away, too. "Something about the file size. I think you were-"

"Did you mean that," he asks, but it's not exactly a question. More like a demand for an answer.

"Um..." you say, looking at the floor. "...Yeah, I did."

Idia narrows his eyes at you. He's quiet, studying you, your expression, your body language. For what, you don't know. Maybe he thinks you're lying. Whatever it is, though, he doesn't say.

"...Okay," he finally says, turning back to his monitor. "Well... um... at least give me some warning next time, or something. I would've dressed nicer."

You blink. Next time. "...Yeah. Okay. Next time, then,"

[myth1cs]

Troublemaker (Shin Ryujin x M!Reader)

Woah even more smut (I'm sorry) Y/N gets degraded in this. Part two Word Count: 1,908

I was in psychology class learning about consumer psychology when suddenly the principal's voice came over the speakers.

"Y/N make your way to room 304"

Suddenly everyone in the room looked at me and then turned to each other and started not so quietly whispering to each other. "Oh what do you think Y/N is getting in trouble for this time?" "I bet he's getting expelled."

I ignored what they were saying and made my way to room 304. Room 304 was Ryujin's office where she managed student relations. Ryujin was a student who helped dealing with students as her role in the student council so seeing her pretty much became a regular occurrence.

I finally got to the room which was at the end of a long hallway which was pretty much empty which is probably why they gave Ryujin this room as it's not like anyone was using it.

I opened the door to see Ryujin sitting at her desk.

"Y/N just get in here." Ryujin said with an annoyed tone

I walked in the room and closed the door behind me. As I was walking to the seat in front of Ryujin I couldn't help but admire her figure. She was really good looking, honestly I would be lying if I said I didn't look forward to seeing her every time I got in trouble.

As I sat down Ryujin looked at me with a look of disappointment. "Y/N why can't you get your grades together?"

"Ryujin it's not that easy for me."

"Y/N there is after school tutoring or just ask more questions in class, teachers even give you opportunities for extra credit and yet your still struggling to get a low C in your classes."

"Look Ryujin maybe if the teachers could actually do their job-"

Before I could finish my sentence Ryujin interrupted me. "Y/N the teachers are doing their jobs your just failing to listen." We have this same conversation every time I come here. I was honestly tired of it and I'm guessing Ryujin was too as she wasn't even letting me finish my sentences now.

"Fine if we can't come to an agreement about your grades then let's move on and talk about your behavior." Ryujin said.

"What is there to talk about? I like to think my actions were reasonable."

"Really Y/N? Was stabbing Hwi with scissors really necessary just because he kicked your seat once?"

"Well I like to think so."

"Or how about that time when you cut Tzuyu just because she flung a rubber band at you?"

"Well she's in High School she should act like it instead of acting like a first grader."

"Y/N High School students are stupid assholes but that doesn't mean you have to resort to violence as your answer."

"Yeah whatever Ryujin what are you gonna do punish me? Oh wait your just a student, you don't have the authority to do so."

Ryujin went silent when I said that. She looked like she was pondering something, did I make her upset?

I could have left but I wasn't in any rush to get back to class so I just sat in silence with Ryujin.

Suddenly Ryujin got up and went behind me.

"Ryujin what are you-"

"Shh Y/N just stay silent for me" Ryujin said as she started to massage my shoulders.

I don't know why but I did stay silent while she massaged my back. If it was any other student or if it was a teacher I would have spoken up about it. But something was different about Ryujin.

"Ah Ryujin your so good at this keep going." I was surprised at how good Ryujin was at giving massages. It honestly felt like something I would have to pay for at a spa.

Ryujin suddenly whispered into my ear in a low voice "You know Y/N the school always wants to punish you for your bad behavior, but what if I rewarded you for good behavior?"

Something felt different. It felt as if the Ryujin I was talking to a few minutes earlier and the Ryujin who was talking to me just now were two completely different people. I can't explain it but it feels like something is different about Ryujin.

"Well what types of rewards would I be getting?" I questioned Ryujin. She pondered for a moment before she whispered in the same low voice.

"What sexual kinks do you have?"

I was surprised by the sudden question. No I must have misheard her. "May you repeat that?"

"You heard me well the first time Y/N, What sexual kinks do you have?"

My face turned red I wasn't expecting such words to come from Ryujin's mouth. I was struggling to get words out of my mouth.

"I-uhm-well-I-uh I like it w-when people degrade me." I really felt embarrassed when I admitted that in front of Ryujin.

Ryujin stopped massaging me and then turned my chair around so I was facing her. Ryujin smiled at me with darkness in her eyes.

Ryujin put her hand on my clothed crotch and started massaging my cock. "Y/N for such a bad student you are very submissive right now. Not just that but I also notice you have been eyeing up my body every time you walk this room. Why is that, could it be that your sexually attracted to me?" Ryujin said as my cock was getting hard from her touch.

"Well I, yes Ryujin I really do love you that way. I really want you Ryujin" I confessed to her, in my moment of bliss I wasn't thinking about what I was saying.

"I bet you do Y/N, you fucking pervert. I bet you only get yourself in trouble so you can come and see me." Ryujin said with a smile on her face. She really was getting a kick out of seeing me in such a state.

I was going to grab her boobs but she smacked my hand out of the way. "Keep your hand to yourself you fucking bitch." I was surprised to hear Ryujin say that, but I enjoyed the feeling I felt when Ryujin degraded me so I wasn't complaining.

Ryujin dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down. My cock sprung out and smacked her face.

"What nice cock you have here Y/N." Ryujin said as she put her hands at the base of my cock and slowly made her way to the tip.

"Ryujin please, you're moving too slow" I was desperate. I really wanted Ryujin to make me cum. The only thing Ryujin did was laugh at how pathetic I was.

"Wow is this really the same Y/N? I can't believe the schools biggest troublemaker is the one who's begging me to touch him."

Every movement of her hands felt like a shockwave was being sent up my body. I couldn't bare her slow pace.

"Ryujin please I'll do anything" I pleaded

"Well if you get your grades up I'll let you touch me in my private areas." Ryujin said while smiling at the pain I was in. "And if you become a straight A student then I guess I could let cum inside of me."

Ryujin started to rub the tip of my cock. "Yes Ryujin I promise I'll fix my grades just let me cum." I pleaded

"You're a bit too needy Y/N." Ryujin said as she started to put my cock in her mouth and started to lick my cock.

"Ryujin please I can't wait that long even if I get only A's in my next few assignments it will still take a while before my grade goes back up to an A."

Ryujin ignored me and started to suck my cock bobbing her head up and down making me lose all control.

I started moaning loudly and I couldn't even form words. I was thankful the room was at the end of an empty hallway or else everyone would hear me.

"Y/N you slut. Do you want the whole school to hear us? Hear how much of a fucking slut you are for me?"

"I'm yours Ryujin, only for you"

"Say it then Y/N say your my slut."

"Ryujin I'm your slut please use me!"

Ryujin felt satisfied and started to deep throat my cock. I was closer than ever I was about to cum. "Ryujin I ... I think I'm about to cum"

Ryujin quickly pulled out and went back to pumping my cock.

"Well we can't have you cumming all over me now can we?"

"But Ryujin I want to cum in you."

Ryujin laughed "Do you think someone as worthless as you has the right to cum in me? Please, get your grades together and then we can talk."

After Ryujin said that I could no longer hold it in and cummed all over Ryujin's face.

"Ugh gross you came all over me, clean it up for me Y/N."

"But Ryujin I-"

"Did I tell you you could cum yet?"

"N-no"

"And what did you just do?"

"I came all over you."

"Exactly you spilled your filthy fluids on me without my permsission so clean it up or I won't even touch your worthless cock next time."

"Yes Ryujin"

I grabbed the tissues on Ryujin's desk and started to wipe my cum off of her.

"Next time cum ONLY when I tell you to cum."

"Y-yes Ryujin."

As I was cleaning up Ryujin she suddenly spoke up. "Y/N when is your next exam?"

"Next Wednesday, why?"

"I'll make you a deal if you get a perfect 100 on your next exam then I'll let you cum in my pussy."

"Really?"

"BUT if you get anything below an 80 I won't touch you for 2 weeks."

I had to ponder this. The exam was in a week I wasn't sure if I could study enough in that time frame to guarantee myself a 100 but it was either risk it all now or I'll have to wait months until my grade average goes up to an A.

"Deal"

Ryujin smiled "Well I wish you the best of luck Y/N, trust me you'll need it."

Thursday finally came and the teacher was handing out our exams back. When I got mine I was scared that I didn't get an A. I finally mustered up the courage to turn my paper over to see my grade and saw that I got a perfect 100.

I was overjoyed and not long after the principal's voice came over the speakers "Y/N make your way to room 304"

I quickly jumped out of my seat and practically ran down to room 304.

When I entered I saw Ryujin at her desk. "So Y/N what did you get?"

I went up to her and showed her my paper.

"Well color me surprise Y/N you actually did it."

Ryujin stood up and pulled her pants down. I was a little shocked as she wasn't wearing any panties underneath.

"I won't lie Y/N I was hoping you got that perfect 100." Ryujin admitted.

I was too focused on Ryujin's pussy and I guess she noticed as she started laughing.

"Well then let's get started on your reward Y/N." Ryujin said as she walked over to me.

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This is my first time including a kink in a story so I'm not sure if this is something I'll continue doing unless you guys just really want it.

Also this was originally going to be a different idol but midway through I changed it to Ryujin. I left references to what group the original idol was in though.

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Seven

— Little Big Movie Night

Series Masterlist

wc: 2.4k

Max kept his word and was entirely available so far out of the ten days between races. That is, if the two hours that were spent on an impromptu online meeting set up by the team principal don't count.

Max was actually at your place when he received the call, about to enjoy a movie and some popcorn with you and Isabella.

"Christian, with all due respect, it's seven pm. Can we push this to tomorrow morning?" Max walked towards the other end of the room but you heard his question, already understanding that something had come up.

After some hushed voices over the phone, Max returned with an apologetic look on his face. He began muttering your name slowly, but you shook your head, "you don't have to explain, it's fine."

That earned a frown on his face, "what? No, let me explain."

You remained silent, allowing him to go on. "Christian set up a meeting, so I was going to ask if there's a room I could use for a bit?"

Your lips parted, almost turning up in a smile, "you're not leaving?"

Max shook his head, "I figured I'd stay and we can watch the movie after the meeting's over, if that's fine with you?" He scratched the back of his neck with a sheepish smile on his face.

You couldn't contain the smile that graced your lips, "of course, that's totally fine. I have a little room I use as an office so we can set up there."

Leading Max towards your office, you quickly closed all the excess tabs on your laptop, and opened up a new one.

Then you looked back to see that Max was still standing by the door, looking around in surprise. "Sorry, I didn't really get to clean up today."

His head snapped towards you at your words, "no, don't apologize. I'm just admiring it, that's all." He walked closer to a cork board, which was covered in so much paper that you weren't able to see the brown board underneath.

Next to it was a whiteboard, with your handwriting scribbled onto it with dry erase markers since you jotted down some notes and reminders from a few days ago.

"What's there to admire about this mess?" You asked with a small laugh, partly at yourself because you had always kept this room tidy; it simply happened to be messy on the day someone other than you entered it.

"It tells me more about you," he spoke, but before you could utter a word he continued, "and no I don't mean it tells me that you're messy because you're not. It's just nice, that's all."

Pressing your lips together to prevent yet another smile, you nodded, "okay."

Max insisted that you should remain by his side until the meeting started, just in case something happened and he needed your help.

You chose not to comment on the fact that Max clearly knew how to use a laptop and did not require your assistance. Instead, you stood by his side as he sat in the chair, slightly bending over closer each time he asked a question while pointing at the screen.

Every time you inched a little closer, Max looked up at you with a fond smile on his face. He had to occupy his hand with something else such as typing or he would have pulled you down to sit on his lap.

"Max?" You spoke with a teasing smile once you realized his gaze wasn't wavering away from you. He hummed in response, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his lack of words.

"Your phone's ringing," you simply stated, causing him to look away from you for a moment as he noted the caller id, before looking back at you, this time with an annoyed expression on his face.

"It's Christian," he held the phone in his hand, contemplating whether or not he should answer.

"What do you think? Should I just ignore the call and the meeting, just watch the movie with you and Bella?" He asked with the phone still ringing.

"Max, if it wasn't important I don't think you'd have an impromptu meeting." He groaned, "but the movie, I don't want you both to wait."

You placed a hand on his shoulder, "we're not going anywhere, if anything, we can watch it another day. Plus, it's Cars 2, you have no idea how many times Bella watched it. I think she knows every line by heart."

That seemed to convince Max enough to join the meeting. You walked a step away right before he was about to turn on the camera, but Max caught your hand in his, pulling you back.

He placed a small kiss on the back of your hand before gesturing to his cheek. You couldn't contain the blush creeping up your cheeks as his lips touched your knuckles, but tinge grew deeper when you realized what his gesture meant.

In the spur of the moment, you had kissed Max's cheek while you were shopping a few days prior without a second thought. But it seemed to stick in Max's mind and instead of being repulsed by it, he wanted yet another kiss.

"I thought you didn't notice it," you mumbled, then your gaze moved towards the meeting screen, and noted that Max's camera and mic wasn't on.

"Your lips were on me, and you think I wouldn't notice it," he dropped your hand and turned in his chair, so his cheek was facing you.

"Max, are you there?" A voice sounded through the laptop, which brought both of your attention back on it. Max quickly leaned forward to unmute the microphone and spoke, "yeah, I'm here."

You chose that moment to grab his chin, turning it to the side and pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek. Max couldn't utter a word, eyes widening since he thought you wouldn't do it.

He also couldn't utter a word because now his microphone was unmuted, and anything he wanted to say could've been heard by everyone in the meeting.

He watched as you began leaving the room, turning back for a moment to look at Max's surprised face that quickly turned into something mischievous. You smiled cheekily, knowing exactly what you did, with no regrets.

"Turn your camera on mate," the voice belonging to someone from his team, but he couldn't care less about who it was, not with you running through his mind.

Max did as requested, and the first comment he received was from Christian, "that doesn't look like your apartment, where are you?"

He wanted to roll his eyes, but that would've been very unprofessional, so he stuck to something slightly less unprofessional, "can we just get started?"

Max leaned back in his chair, or rather in your chair, as he thought about what he could've said to you if he wasn't in this meeting.

Downstairs, your daughter was sitting on the couch with her favourite teddy bear and a light blanket as she asked, "where's Maxy, mama?"

"He's in a meeting, Bella. I don't know if we can watch a movie tonight," you sighed, knowing that it was a common answer you used to give her when she was younger.

"Just like daddy?" Isabella asked, speaking your thoughts out loud. You shrugged, because you didn't know what else to say.

You wanted to deny and tell her that the meeting Max is in, is nothing like the ones Tyler had. You wanted to tell her that Max really didn't want to join it because he wanted to spend time with her.

But that would simply lead her to wonder why it is different from her father's meetings. Then, you wouldn't be able to tell her that Tyler used to schedule "meetings" merely to cancel the plans with Isabella.

"I don't know, angel, but it shouldn't take too long," was the best answer you could come up with.

It did take a while before Max came back downstairs. A whole two hours to be exact. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he exclaimed as he neared you and Isabella.

While you nodded along, telling him that he didn't need to apologize, your daughter crossed her arms and turned her head away from Max.

"Not fair, Maxy," she muttered, inching closer to you and away from him. Max frowned, "I'm sorry, Bella, do you still want to watch the movie?"

She uncrossed her arms but didn't move any closer. "I already finished the popcorn," she muttered, and Max couldn't help but chuckle. However, his smile made her frown, "don't laugh at me," her crossed arms were back.

Max instantly stopped, and you held back your own giggle watching the interaction. "It's okay, we can make more," he suggested which made Isabella look up at you.

"Can we make more, mama?" You shrugged, "I thought you were upset with Max? Not anymore?" Although Isabella tried to be upset with Max, she truly wasn't. Max, however, gullibly played into her little scheme.

"No, meetings are important, I guess," she responded and clutched Max's legs like she always did. This time, Max picked her up, "you are also very important, Bella."

You watched as they walked into the kitchen, with your daughter leading Max towards the popcorn. He did it all while still holding Isabella, and that sparked a bright smile on your face.

You finished queuing up the movie as they returned to the couch, Isabella sitting between you and Max while holding a bowl of popcorn.

Around half an hour passed by before Isabella dozed off. She was cuddled against Max's side, still holding onto the bowl which you carefully retrieved from her without waking her up.

You reached out towards her, but paused as you tried to figure out how you could pick her up and away from Max without waking her up.

"It's okay, let me take her upstairs," Max suggested quietly before carrying your sleeping daughter to her bedroom. You followed, just in case, plus Max didn't know where her bedroom was.

Leaning against the doorframe, you watched as he carefully tucked her in, which was a difficult task since Isabella didn't let go of her grasp on Max.

When he placed a short kiss on her forehead, and ran a hand over her head to smoothen out her hair, you turned away, no longer being able to watch such a gentle moment.

You walked back downstairs, with Max following moments later. Both of you looked at the tv screen where the movie was paused, then back to each other. "Do you want to continue?" He spoke your thoughts out loud.

You nodded, "sure."

This time, without Isabella sitting in between, you and Max were able to sit a lot closer. You grabbed the remote while Max held the bowl of popcorn.

Perhaps the movie was just a ploy to spend time together, to give Max a reason to stay longer because neither of you actually focused on the animation playing.

"How was the meeting?" You asked, making Max let out a groan. "The worst."

"It couldn't have been that bad," you commented, watching Max shake his head. "No, I never understood it when people say a meeting could've been an email, but this meeting—oh my god— it truly could've been an email."

You threw your head back with a laugh, "oh no, poor Max," you teased with your finger poking his cheek.

Before you could move it away, he linked his fingers with yours then facing the screen as if nothing happened. You looked at your linked fingers, smiling with a slight tinge growing on your cheeks before you looked ahead to focus on the movie.

Then, you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn't help but comment, "you're not watching." You turned your face to look at him, and he shrugged, "I can't help it, you're so beautiful."

"Such a flirt," you moved your hand away, briefly unlinking your fingers but before Max could protest, you shuffled closer to him, looping your arm with his and resting your head on his shoulder.

You couldn't concentrate on the movie anymore, and you weren't sure if it was because you'd seen it so many times with your daughter or because Max was tracing shapes with his fingertips on your thigh.

Feeling him shuffle around, you lifted your head to face him, "what's wrong?”

He shook his head but continued looking at you, this time with a look that seemed like he wanted to say something.

Max's thoughts were reeling inside his mind, trying to come up with the right words. So far, he's tried to remain calm around you, but with you so close to him in a way that seemed normal, he couldn't think.

Since he couldn't think, he mouth moved and spoke the words he had stuck in his mind for a while now, "can I take you out on a date?"

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, because out of all the words you expected to hear from him, it wasn't those. Well, you hoped he'd say it, but you didn't actually think he would.

Max mistook your surprise for denial and started spluttering with apologies, "sorry—um—that was unexpected—" he tried but the smile growing on your face told him to shut up.

"I was waiting for you to ask me out," you admitted, but Max still didn't sigh in relief. He needed another confirmation because right now, he could not believe the words you were saying.

"Is that a yes?" He only relaxed when you nodded, "yes, Max, I'd love to go on a date with you."

Then he sighed, a happy smile overtaking his face. "Thank god, I thought you were going to reject me."

Since Max stopped moving, you rested your head on his shoulder again, your arm still hooked with his but you slid your palm down until you met his. Max didn't think twice before threading his fingers between yours.

"Reject you? Never," you stated, and Max began thinking of how he was truly lucky to have met you.

"It's all because of Isabella," you answered his thoughts, making him realize that he had said it all out loud. He chuckled, "yeah, it is."

"For the record, I'm glad that I met you too," you stated, causing a slight blush to rise onto Max's cheeks but fortunately, you were focusing on the last few minutes of the movie.

This movie night might've gone in a different direction than Max expected, but the outcome was gladly appreciated. He didn't leave your hand even after the end credits ended, and you didn't move away either.

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[jinwoosbabyboo]

So, you did a post of the boys being jealous, but I was wondering how would you rank each guy from most jealous to least jealous/possessive? Also, what kind of jealous are they.

P.S. Xavier's "It's nothing personal" still cracks me up. You're hilarious.

Most to Least Jealous

Who's the most to least jealous among the four of them? Here's what I think.

A/N: had to do a little switcher-roo w/ Zayne & Sylus because Zayne definitely gets more jealous than Sylus & it’s adorable

Xavier

Xavier without a doubt is taking first place here. This man was jealous when Jeremiah had his arm around MCs shoulder. He gets upset anytime MC compliments Lumiere. Xavier PLEASE Lumiere IS YOU.

Don't get me wrong I understand the notion of "He wants MC to love him for him not his Lumiere alter-ego" I get that. It's sweet that he's "Xavier .... Just Xavier" with MC.

Aside from him being jealous of himself though even in his myth he gets jealous when Jeremiah touches her or she speaks about Jeremiah he even blew in her eye because she "had a hooligan in her eye" referring to Jeremiah. He wants to be the only person in her eyes, mind, and heart.

Rafayel

Rafayel is jealous, but he's more clingy/needy than jealous (and I love that) He doesn't like being ignored by MC and gets antsy and dramatic when she takes too long to respond.

He wants all of MCs attention at all hours of the day. He wants to have her attention 24/7, but realistically he knows that can't happen so he just wants as much as possible.

Zayne

Zayne does indeed get jealous he’s not as jealous as Xav or as dramatic and pouty as Raf but he gets jealous. He isn’t as expressive with his jealousy but he still has a childlike jealousy vibe. He’s so smitten with MC he just wants all her affection he’s touch starved for heavens sake. He's secure within himself, but he finds the world itself boring and MCs vivacity makes his life interesting. So of course he gets jealous when something else is stealing his girls attention.

Also I imagine him being a little possessive when it comes to doing something for you because that’s how he shows his love. His actions are louder than his words.

Sylus

Sylus is extremely secure in himself he doesn't get jealous. At least that's probably what he tells himself. This man isn't "im gonna pout" jealous he's more of flash/zing of jealousy before setting himself straight like "Wait a minute ... she's mine ... I'm the whole loaf the rest of you are the breadcrumbs" and he's back to his confident self-assured sexy self.

If you want to see him get jealous change his pet name for you and when he asks "Am I the only one to call you that?" if you choose the "You should be" answer he's like "Who else is there? that doesn't matter you have me now" or something like that.

[pseudowho]

Defending Your Honour

A series in which the JJK guys stick-it to the creeps and perverts bothering the reader.

A multi-fic in a series ❤️🫖☕

Part 1 (Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, and Todo Aoi) link here!

Part 2 (Higuruma Hiromi, Ino Takuma and Itadori Yuuji) link here!

More JJK men and women to come

Trigger Warning: unsolicited dick pics, upskirting, catcalling, threatened sexual assault/reader followed into bathroom

Gojo Satoru

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"Baaaaabe," Satoru whinged from the sofa, at the exact pitch required to set your eyes rolling. You walked back to him, blushing as you felt his eyes roll languidly up and down your bare legs beneath his oversized t-shirt.

Plopping the popcorn bowl down, you sat on the sofa beside him, lazily draping your legs over his lap, tilting your head inquisitively towards him as he teased his long fingers over your thighs. He felt you look at him questioningly, and smirked.

"Nothin'," he shot, "s'too late. Was gonna ask you what movie you wanted, but you're too late. I picked already."

"Oh, really?" You teased, swirling a finger on his pecs, "And what did you choose?"

"Only the cult-classic noughties Anne Hathaway gem...the Princess Diaries. Two." You clapped, squealing with genuine delight as Satoru laughed, pulling you closer onto his lap by the legs.

The movie rolled, and you cuddled under Satoru's arm, taking turns, giggling as you fed each other popcorn. Your phone buzzed, once. You ignored it. Your phone buzzed, again. You ignored it. It buzzed again-- again-- again--

"Someone's popular tonight," Satoru teased, "you wanna get that?" You squirmed uncomfortably under his arm, your lip curled in disgust.

"No, just leave it. Nothing to worry about." Satoru raised an unconvinced eyebrow, but tucked you closer, deliberately missing your mouth with the next piece of popcorn he offered you, shoving it at a nostril instead. You laughed, batting him away.

A few minutes passed, and the incessant buzzing of your phone began again. Satoru felt you tense under his arm. He sat forward, pausing the movie and turning to you.

"Look, you know I won't push for an answer, but...is everything alright?" You turned away from him, lips curled up again, upset.

"This guy from work..." you started guiltily, fidgeting, "...he just keeps messaging me. Won't leave me alone, I-- I've been ignoring him for weeks." Satoru's face pinched in pain and concern. He reached out a hand, threading his fingers through yours.

"Babe...you could have told me." You shrugged, eyes tearing up now. You reached out for your phone, unlocking it.

"I didn't want you to think it was my faul--" you cried out in disgust, dropping your phone into your lap with a jolt, sniffling, face crumpling, "--I'm so sick of this, Satoru."

Satoru slowly reached a hand out to your phone, hesitating for you to stop him. You shook your head tearfully, gesturing loosely at your phone for him to take it.

Satoru's face morphed into something ugly as he scrolled through photo after photo of another man's penis, sometimes flaccid, sometimes hard, held in his hand, covered in cum, in different lighting, at different angles--

"This," Satoru spat, "is not your fault. None of it is." Satoru dropped your phone on the coffee table, turning fully to you again, "Do you know where this guy lives?"

You frowned at Satoru, nodding slowly, considering; "What...are you going to do?"

Satoru's lips quirked at the edges into a dirty little smile; "Nothing for you to worry about. Don't sweat it. I'm the strongest. You know it."

An hour or so later, the owner of the unwanted penis stepped into his apartment, still buzzing after sending you so many good photos, and from the office no less, it was so filthy, so naughty, he just, just knew you'd love it--

"Hey there, guy. I've been waiting for you."

Grabbed bodily by this unreasonably strong, tall, white-haired man, your assailant cried out in terrified indignation as Satoru threw him onto his sofa. Satoru sat on the coffee table opposite him, eyes covered by a black blindfold, spidery legs spread and blocking the man's exit.

"Unlock your phone," Satoru commanded, sounding almost cheerful. The man glared, snarling.

"I'm not unlocking my fucking phone--"

"Unlock your phone," Satoru ordered again, now cold, methodically dangerous, "now."

The assailant reached for his phone with a trembling hand, unlocking it. Satoru held out his own hand expectantly. The man hesitated. Satoru clapped his fingers against his palm, in a display of impatience. Begrudgingly, the man handed over his phone to Satoru, who hummed as he flicked through the disgusting messages the man had been sending you.

"You know," Satoru said conversationally, his words sending shivers of fear up the man's spine, "I kill monsters for a living...did you know that? Probably not." Satoru sucked his teeth, preparing a multi-participant messaging list on the man's phone.

"Got any sisters? Brothers?" Satoru inquired. The man nodded, uncertain. Satoru smiled, as if delighted by the man's cooperation, "Names?"

Shakily, the man reeled off their names, his stomach sinking lower and lower as Satoru asked for more names-- his boss, his best friend, his best friend's wife, his solicitor...

With a happy sigh of finality, Satoru clapped his hands together, throwing the phone back onto the sofa.

"Hope they like your photos, anyway," Satoru chirped to the man, who stared at his frantically buzzing phone as if it were an unexploded bomb, "no takey-backsies!"

Satoru stood, walking to the front door. He paused, turning back slowly, the very air within the flat seeming to crush in around the man with some inconceivable force.

"And if you ever go near my girl again," Satoru offered, calculating, menacing, "the next monster I'll kill is you."

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Megumi and Nobara

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"She doesn't want to go to the book shop with you, she wants to come with me, there's this dress I think she'll look really cute in--"

"--she's my girlfriend Kugisaki!" Megumi snapped, tugging your hand in his so they sat flush against his thigh. You hummed, pretending to consider your options.

"I dunno Megs...if the dress is cute enough, maybe I'll be Nobara's girlfriend instead." Megumi spun to you, appalled, and you laughed as he and Nobara bickered with each other on the way to the escalator.

Ginza was busy, buzzing with the animated, vibrant ebb and flow of the wealthy, and the excitable tourists, and the perfectly-coiffed fashionistas. You, Megumi and Nobara tumbled through the crowd, being reshuffled by the constant bump of passers-by, and you ended up entering the escalator two people ahead of them.

Leaning round to shoot them an apologetic smile, you saw Megumi and Nobara remained embroiled in their sibling-ish argument. You rolled your eyes, facing forward, eyes up to the twinkling lights of the shopping centre.

You thought very little of the twitching of the back of your skirt, so close was the crowd. You heard a cough behind you, loud, barking. You heard another cough, and another, and another.

"Hey-- hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" You tried to turn at the sound of Nobara's voice, but failed, shoulders bracketed by the press of the crowd.

"Megumi-- that piece of shit took photos up your girlfriend's skirt! He's covering up the camera noise with coughs!"

"Bastard!"

You cried out as you were shoved forwards, your fingers cracking painfully against the metal of the escalator, and a man in a baseball cap forced his way past you, phone in hand. Nobara and Megumi shouted, in pursuit, Megumi pulling you to your feet as the crowd decompressed at the top of the escalator.

You were confused, humiliated and all turned-around as you staggered at the top of the escalator. Pitying eyes glazed over you in passing, the flow of people giving you a wide berth. You blushed, and clutched the hem of your skirt, feeling so exposed, pulling down the hem at the back.

Megumi had stumbled ahead in chase, but turned back and grasped your hand, his eyes beseeching you to chase with him. Nobara tore off ahead, rounding a corner. You nodded, sniffling, and Megumi raised your clasped hands to his face, pressing a kiss to your palm.

You sprinted together after Nobara and found her pinning the capped man against a wall, effortlessly gripping the front of his hoodie while he squirmed. She was going through his phone, lips twisted in distaste at the intimate photographs he had taken of you.

Megumi approached, fists clenching and unclenching, his nose scrunched in disgust. Nobara held the phone close to her chest, eyeing him inquisitively. Megumi shot you a sideways glance, and shook his head at Nobara.

"Save them for the cops," he snapped, "but for now..." Megumi turned to you; "What do you want to do with this bastard?"

Your lip trembled, and you bit it between your teeth to still it. You felt violated, furiously vengeful.

"I think," you shook out, "we should find this guy a skirt." With matching satisfied, wicked smiles, Megumi and Nobara rounded on your assailant.

The sales assistants manning the changing rooms did not dare approach the scene that was unfolding behind the curtains, some time later. While the capped man frantically sobbed, his knobbly-kneed hairy legs woefully exposed by the cute miniskirt he wore, Megumi kept him arm-locked against the wall, endlessly berating and insulting him, while Nobara knelt, taking miserably unflattering photos of his taint under the hem of his skirt.

You stood back, grimly satisfied as your assailant wept his apologies. As you wiped away tears of mirth, Megumi paused in his bullying for just a moment, to smile at you, eyes soft, warm, full of sincere adoration.

You mused to yourself as Nobara slapped the back of the man's thigh, making him shriek; it's not strictly morally just, you thought to yourself, but I don't strictly care.

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Toge Inumaki

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You found yourself so nervous, the first 'first date' you had had in quite some time. Your date, Inumaki, seemed equally unsure, but rolled with a quiet mischievous confidence that sent butterflies through your tummy.

You had approached him, your outfit suddenly seeming so overdone compared to his hoodie and jeans, and you opened your mouth to apologise for being overdressed. The words stopped in your throat as Inumaki's eyes glimmered with joy, and he gestured up and down your body with one finger, before clasping his hands over his heart and tipping his head back towards the sky.

You pressed a hand over your mouth, blushing, and Inumaki stepped forward to grasp your hands and bring them away from your face, swinging them affectionately in his own. You bumped the side of your head against his, realising with a curling warmth, that he had plaited his fingers in yours as you walked together down the street.

The day passed, in a flurry of arcades, street food, souvenir shopping, buying small gifts for each other...the whole day had been spent in wordless gestures, familiar and comfortable. Inumaki's heart stuttered each time he managed to tease you into a twinkling laugh.

Heading home, hands still swinging together, rich steam and hoppy beer aromas tumbled out of the closely packed ramen shops. You and Inumaki found yourselves pressed uncomfortably close to a pack of young men as you squeezed through the crowd. One man squeezed pricklingly, unnecessarily against you as he passed, the street wide enough to render his intimacy completely unjustifiable.

Inumaki paused, watchful eyes seeing as you drew your shoulders up in defence.

"Oh hey baby! You on a date? Hey bro, your girlfriend just tried to feel me up!" You blushed in furious mortification as your shoulders drew even closer towards your chin, pulling your jacket around yourself, keeping your head down and hoping the assault would just go away.

The young man's pack of friends, four of them, laughed and jeered, taking swigs from cans of beer and turning to join in the game.

"Nice outfit babe! Think I've seen something like it on a street corner near here..."

"Yeah, that jacket ain't coverin' much, sweetheart!"

"Aww, you cold? C'mere baby, I've got something nice and warm for you in my pocket."

As the pack continued to laugh and jeer at you, your happiness shrivelled, and you were reduced to nothing, a pecked worm between birds.

Inumaki raised his hand, slowly drawing his mask down, revealing his unusual facial markings. The pack of men paused, then laughed harder. The original perpetrator raised his beer to Inumaki, and began to speak as Inumaki waggled his tongue in preparation.

"Think you've got a bit of Sharpie on your face, ma--"

"Kiss each other-- like you mean it."

Gripped by something other than his own thoughts and desires, the young man stopped, dropping his can to the floor with a metallic wet thunk...before turning to his friend and grasping his face, pressing a passionate, staggering kiss to his lips. The kiss was enthusiastically reciprocated, and two of the others fought each other for the right to lock lips with the final man.

"Put your hands down his pants."

The crowd around the young men hooted and whistled at the show, as the enforced make-out session grew steamier, beer spilling onto the floor around them, wet kisses sounding through the air, hands down pants, groping.

"Keep going-- really enjoy yourselves."

As the scene before you unfolded into something increasingly erotic and debauched, your jaw dropped, all of your own embarrassment forgotten, and Inumaki raised his mask with a cough. Pulling you to wind through the crowd of onlookers and raised, clicking phone cameras, Inumaki turned and shot you a wink.

You laughed, desperately appreciative, and already planning your second date.

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Fushiguro Toji

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"Toji-- Toji-- I mean it, slow down, I need to pee!"

Toji sighed, brisk and pissed-off (his factory settings), and stopped pulling you along by the hand. He shot you a withering look, until you batted your eyelashes, clasping your hands together as you wiggled at him.

Despite himself, he smirked, glancing away so you didn't see (though you already had), and started scouring the street for public bathrooms.

"Come on, pea-bladder," he mocked, his deep voice slow and drawling, "let's find you somewhere to piss."

"Toji, don't be so gross--"

"Don't be so needy, jeez, or you're payin' for your own dinner." You rolled your eyes, punching his shoulder affectionately. Rounding a corner, a set of public bathrooms appeared opposite a row of shops.

Raising Toji's hand to your face, you pressed a kiss to the back of his enormous fist. Toji pinched your chin lovingly, before spinning you by the shoulders and planting a hefty slap to your bum.

"Hurry up kid. If someone prettier passes while you're in there, I ain't stickin' round." Toji laughed as your jaw dropped, aghast, and pushed you towards the bathrooms.

Toji chuckled to himself as you skipped away, his eyes only briefly registering the figure loitering outside the bathroom as you headed in.

A few minutes passed and you stepped, relieved, out of the stalls and walked to the sink to clean your hands. Sidling from his hiding spot round the corner, a heavy-jacketed man looked towards you as you gasped, immediately backing yourself away against a wall.

"All alone, baby?" The man challenged, tongue sliding across his front teeth as he approached you, a flick knife clacking in his hand. Steeped in terror, your eyes filled with tears, and you were miserably trapped in the corner against a toilet stall. You opened your mouth to beg for your life, but were interrupted by a low, dangerous voice.

"Nah, man. She ain't alone. But you are."

In abrupt, bloody violence, Toji swung a fist, shattering the man's nose and front teeth in an instant. The man's head snapped back and you screamed, spats of blood splattering down to mix with the stale-water-toilet-paper-mulch of the public bathroom floor.

Toji drew his fist back again as the man staggered, Toji's face twisted in filthy, murderous rage; "Chickenshit little coward, I'll fucking gut yo--"

Toji stopped stock-still at your pale little face staring up in terror...at him now, not your would-be assailant twisting like a maggot on the wet floor. Toji felt a hot rush of shame at having been the cause of your terror.

"Babe..." he started, lost for words. You trembled before him. Toji gulped, turning away from you, unable to look you in the eye. As your frightened heart slowed, Toji took a deep, measured breath in through his nose, and out of his mouth.

"I...frightened you. I'm so--" the words caught in Toji's throat, so alien to him. He took a deep breath and tried again; "I'm sorry. Let's finish this guy off together, huh? Before we take him to the cops."

You hesitated, before nodding, tearful eyes smiling up at Toji, sending his belly tumbling. Lifting the bloodied man up by his collar, Toji grinned devilishly at him.

"Swirly..." Toji began to chant, raising his voice as you started to join in, clapping in rhythm, "Swirly, swirly, swirly--"

Other passers-by found alternate public bathrooms that day, put off by the sounds of repeated flushing and strangled wet sobs.

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Ahhh. I managed to find a bit of love even for Toji, who is so SHOCKINGLY in looks and character like my older brother 💀💀💀🫠

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Attention Seeker

Frat boy Yunho x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Yunho have been in the "talking phase" but when you see him entertaining another girl you want to get a little revenge. When he catches you he gives you all the attention you had been waiting for.

Genre: Smut, angst, pwp

Word count: 4k

Warning: Angst, bratty behavior, y/n is kinda annoying sorry, aggression

Smut Warning: Spit... like alot of spit, unrealistic anal, anal play, vaginal sex, oral sex (F receiving, both holes), fingering (both holes), cum play, this is honestly just filthy as hell, bratty reader, mean dom Yunho, choking, slapping (chest and vagina)

A/N: This is alot lowkey sorry lol, kinda missed some points but I think we hit the mark.

Commission submitted by: @thespiffynerd - "I would like to request a filthy nasty mean dom Yunho idea. Ass eating, breeding, spitting in the mouth, degradation, a little bit of pain like biting, smacking, etc. Maybe Y/N flirting with one of the band members too much too get Yunho’s attention or a co-worker at work trying to always ask Y/N out."

Minors DNI

Smut under the cut

Finally, quiet, the only noises filling the room was the sound of your lips on Jongho's. The painful thought that maybe this wasn't the best idea dawned on you but you had to remind yourself that, yes, you and Yunho were in the "talking phase" and, yes, you were the one that told Yunho you weren’t looking for a relationship right now. And yes, you both agreed to not see other people but it wasn't like you were doing this to hurt his feelings. Yunho was a sweet guy, but he still had his player ways, you couldn't blame him honestly, birds of a feather flock together, his entire friend group was known for running through people, when he invited you too this party he had already been surrounded by a group of women, it's expected from such a popular guy. The issue was the fact that when you tried to get his attention, he decided to ignore you, but maybe you were crazy? So, you called for him again.

"Can't you see I'm talking?" He said as the girl he was talking to giggled, your eye twitched, so you made your way to the more secluded upstairs of the house where you found Jongho, alone in an LED lit gaming room, one conversation led to another and next thing you knew your lips were on his. You could taste a very faint hint of beer on his breath, you hated the taste but loved escaping the feeling of a hurt heart. It's not like you were heart broken or anything, you two had only been talking for a month but he kind of made you feel special, but oh well, mightiest well ignore the feelings now.

Jongho pulled back from the kiss. "Oh shit..." You were confused why he pulled back, you opened your eyes to see his eyes fixated on something ahead of him.

"What's wrong?" You asked as you looked over your shoulder to see a very obviously pissed Yunho standing in the wide door frame. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"What do you think you're doing Y/N?" He asked, his jaw clenching with anger.

You turned from Jongho to face him. "What does it look like?" you said in a condescending voice.

"Looks like you're sucking face with one of my closest friends."

"Wow really? You two look so much alike I thought he was you." the sarcasm radiated off of your tone.

"Hilarious." Yunho said, he walked over and grabbed you by your arm, pulling you out the room and down the hall as you squirmed and tried to pull away, your effort was wasted and only made his grip tighter. He pulled you to his room, once inside he flung you on the bed and slammed the door behind him and locked it.

"What the hell is your problem?!" You yelled at him as you sat up on the bed, no answer was given.

"I should be asking you that question." he walked over to you and stood at the end of the bed.

"You know what my fucking problem is don't act like a dumbass now." you started to match his energy.

"Watch your mouth Y/N."

"I don't have to do shit! Why don't you go back to ignoring me for your groupies an leave me alone, you didn't give a fuck about me then, why do you give a fuck now-" Before you could continue to bitch him out his large hand grabbed your face and shoved you into the bed, your head bounced from the force.

"Didn't I just tell you to shut the fuck up Y/N?" His energy shifted, the tension was heavy. You looked up at him as you brought your knees closer to your chest. "Take your shirt and bra off." You stared at him blankly.

"W-why should I?" You said, you wanted to do whatever he said but you wouldn't be you if you didn't act like a brat, Yunho would never admit it, but he loved your bratty ways. The tantrums you would throw when you didn't have your way, how you would purposely do things to piss him off, but the only issue was this time, you took it too far. You knew how much it annoyed him when his friends would flirt with you unknowingly, since they weren't aware that you two were a serious thing. Maybe you did go a bit far by purposely kissing the one person from his friend group that people joked was his twin, but all is fair in love and war, right?

Yunho silently walked over to the side of the bed closest to you, he leaned his large figure over you while placing his hand on the side of your head. He swiftly took his other hand and wrapped his long fingers around your throat while pushing you into the bed. "Either do what the fuck I say, or I'll make you regret it." He clenched his jaw while you noticed the veins popping in his neck. "Do I make myself clear?" his eye contact was severe and all you could do is nod while looking dead into his dark brown eyes.

He released your neck and stood back up waiting for you to follow his directions. You chose not to bullshit anymore and sat up, sitting on your knees directly in front of him on the bed, then removed your shirt to reveal a cute push up bra that made your tits look amazing. You unhooked your bra the as your 2 soft breast plopped out, you sat on the bed on your knees shirtless and looked back at him. "Well... now what?" you said with an attitude.

"Since you like putting on a show, put on a show for me. Play with them." He said while folding his arms, your face got hot thinking about him watching you play with your boobs, but then again you mightiest well have some fun and play along. You lifted both your hands to your chest, gripping both your fleshy mounds from the bottom, massaging the fat between your palms. Your eyes met his, you hoped to get his usual reaction from, he usually would be fighting to stay mad at you then realizing he couldn't resist you and fucking you into the bed. The vibe however was different this time, maybe you went too far, he just stood there with his arms folded watching you squeeze your boobs together while he had a scowl on his face.

"Aww what’s wrong Yuyu? Mad at little ole me?" A teasing smile on your face.

"Spit on them." He ignored your attempt to tease him and made his command, you did as you were told. You tilted your chin down, allowing the spit in your mouth to fall to the front. You pursed your lips and allowed the cold spit to hit one breast then turned your head and let it hit the other. Your hands wasted no time smearing the saliva around your nipples as they got harder. "Again." he demanded; you were a bit confused but again you listened. You spit on your breast once again, this time only a small bit coming out. "Come on you've spit on my dick better than that, how pathetic are you? Let me show you how you need to do it." Yunho gathered all the spit in his mouth and puckered his lips to spit a glob of spit directly on your chest, causing a shameless whimper to fall from your lips. "Go on."

You knew what he wanted, you rubbed the spit around your chest like lotion, coating every inch of you breast in it, some of it sitting on your hard nipple and dropping, causing a string of spit to fall down to your thighs. You closed your eyes to bathe in the feeling on your fingers pinching your nipples and the heat between your thighs pooling, you quickly opened them when a hard smack hit your wet boobs causing an intense stinging pain that made you groan. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted with Yunho once again taking his large hand and smacking your breast again, the pain made your chest throb, but it felt amazing. "Such a messy slut, take your panties off and show me how wet I know you are." You leaned back to sit on your butt, your wet hands reached under your skirt to remove your panties. "Now spread nice and wide for me." You bent your knees and spread your legs for him to see, your sopping wet cunt was on full display for him but you decided to reach down to spread your pussy lips open so he could see your gummy walls. "Mm, finally being good for me huh?"

"You've got me this horny I mightiest well listen so I can at least get fucked." You witfully retorted, his face showed that he wasn't that amused by your smart mouth.

"Rub your little slutty pussy for me." he scanned you up and down.

"Why when you're right here?"

"Because you and your bratty ass mouth haven't earned me yet."

"...fine." You took your two fingers and slid them between your wet cunt. You rubbed a few circles on your clit then slid back down to do the same to your hole, you whimpered while trying to ignore the burning sensation of Yunho's gaze. The speed of your fingers gradually picked up as you rubbed your needy nub, it felt good but masturbating with just your hand feels the same as when you try to tickle yourself. You moaned and whimpered the faster you went but it only made you needier for Yunho, your slick started to run down to your ass as you got more turned on, your mouth felt parched, so stuck in a daze knowing that he was watching you do this. "Y-Yunho please- I need you."

The smirk on his face made you want to knock it off of him. "Oh really? You sure you don't want me to go get Jongho?" He folded his arms as you continued to rub yourself, now using 3 fingers.

"Sh-Shut up! You know I want you..." You managed to groan out.

"Actually, I don't know that, you seem to be doing just fine on your own." He retorted.

"No- please I need you." You felt your yearn for him growing the more you rubbed your wet pussy as your hips rocked against your fingers just trying to chase your need for more.

"Where do you need me?" He asked with that dumb dickhead smirk.

"Here... please... I need you here." You said softly as your patience ran thin.

"Where is here Y/N?"

You whimpered as your clit started to ring, you knew he was just fucking with you at this point. "Down here o-obviously." You said between moans, Yunho was loving watching you fall apart in front of him, but he wanted to mess with you just a bit more and he had the perfect idea.

"Fine." He bit his bottom lip as he continued to carry a devious smirk on his face like he was up to no good. He climbed on to the bed, kneeling in front of your legs. "Down here, right?" He pointed down to your core.

"Yes ha~ hurry up"

"Okay, anywhere specific or-"

"Just fucking do something." You said no longer having patience for him and his bullshit. He gripped the underside of your knees and suddenly pushed them to your chest causing your ass to lift off the bed. "Hey what-"

He pushed your legs back more as your ass lifted more into the air, he was folding you with ease like a piece of paper, you could feel the sting of your muscles being stretched. Your needy wet cunt was right by his face since he was leaned into you. "Down here, right?" He looked into your eyes, and it made your face hot, this position made you feel so exposed and shy, all you could do is nod slowly. He drove his face down, tongue ready to taste your slick, you closed your eyes tight as you anticipated feeling his cold tongue on your hot pussy. Then there was another sensation that made you jolt, and your eyes shoot open, Yunho's tongue was on your hole but not the hole you thought. He was kitten licking your asshole and the feeling sent a chill down your spine. You have never had anyone stimulate your ass, he had never mentioned doing it so where is this coming from? His tongue worked on your second hole, tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue, the mixture of his spit and your slick coated your bottom as it drips down. You wanted to speak but couldn't the only thing falling from your lips were pathetic whimpers while you rolled your hips wishing you could have his tongue on your pussy too. Maybe that's what he was trying to do? Get back at your bratty behavior by avoiding where you really wanted him, but this didn't feel like a punishment. You had never felt this feeling before, it tickled but you also felt it in your pussy, it just made you want more.

"Fuck~ feels 'o good." You muttered, you couldn't conjure a coherent thought it was like you were in a trance. Your eyes rolled back as you firmly planted your head in the pillows under you, Yunho wrapped his pillow soft lips around your hole while his tongue continued to stimulate you before he pulled off with a pop.

"Finally ready to be good for me baby?" He said softly noticing your relaxed and submissive state, you easily folded as you nodded again. "Good." His mouth was quickly back on your asshole as he removed one on his hands from your leg. He used his two long fingers to slowly rub circles on your throbbing clit, it was like water putting out a fire, you couldn't help but moan louder, thank God there was a party going on down stairs or like usual Yunho's housemates would be banging on the door for you two to keep it the hell down. Your head rolled around the pillows as you breathed heavily, your fingers digging into the sheets below you.

"Make me cum Yunho, fuck" you said, then harsh slap on your pussy was felt making you wince. "What the fuck!" your eyes opened and looked directly at him.

"Is that how you ask?" He said removing his mouth from your hole again.

"Are you fucking serious? Just make me cum, God!" Welp the submissive soft girl act didn't last long, the attitude earned you 2 more slaps to your wet cunt before Yunho let you go making you drop back down on the bed with a slight bounce. He started to remove his clothes starting with his shirt then his jeans you sat up frizzled from the edging. “Oh? Finally going to fuck me?” You smirked smugly.

“God, do you shut the fuck?” Yunho said rolling his eyes, he crawled on the bed to hover his large frame over yours. As he pushed closer you laid back. "You have me, the best fucking dick you have and will ever get in your life, and you can't shut your whore mouth. Just sit there like a good pretty little bitch and take it. Got it?" He said looking you into your eyes.

You stared at him for a moment, all you wanted was to make him a little jealous but the look in his eyes was serious. All you could do is nod.

"Good, open your mouth." he said while gripping your chin. You slowly opened your mouth and before you could process what was happening, he spit directly into it, making you wince for a moment. "I don't give you 2 seconds of my attention, and you tongue down my friend. Don't worry though baby, I'll give you all the attention you needed." he smiled. "Swallow and turn around." You swallow as soon as he releases your chin, you turn to then lay on your stomach once he moves from on top of you to kneel on the bed.

You arched your ass into the air to present to him shamelessly. Your cunt was glistening, practically begging to get fucked by him. Yunho removed his boxers finally and got closer to you. He gripped the base of your shaft and rubbed it between your folds. You couldn't take anymore teasing, anymore waiting. "Please... please, I'll be good." you pathetically whimpered out.

"Will you baby?"

"Yes~ please." your hips started to move against his cock, you didn't even notice he had stopped. His tip rubbed against your clit ever so slightly just enough so you could feel some kind of friction.

"Say sorry baby, say sorry and I'll give you everything you need."

"I'm ngh~ I'm sorry baby, please, please fuck me." You began to drool on the pillow your face was on as you quickened your pace. Yunho pulled away and sunk his length into your needy hole. You moaned loudly; you could never really get use to his almost obscene size. The small sting turned to pure bliss, making your eyes roll back. He bottomed into you; your breathing spiked feeling his tip on your ovaries.

"Apology accepted beautiful." He wasted no time and moved his hips back in forth, pumping his dick into you. "So wet and tight, I must not fuck you hard enough. That must be why you’re acting up." His pace quickened. You couldn't form anything coherent as you felt your mind start to blank. "I already feel you squeezing me baby, already about to cum?"

"Fuck, fuck~" Your stomach dropped, your cunt clenched around his dick. His pace moving even faster as he felt your pussy hugging him, you came. Your mind filling with fog, your eyes completely rolled back, and you zoned out for a moment. You finally came back to earth, Yunho was still fucking into you when overstimulation kicked in. "too much, Yunnie it's too much ahh-" Yunho didn't want to make you uncomfortable but he knew you, he knew this was not enough for you. "Want... want more, want more please." Your legs were unstable causing you to fall into a collapsed doggystyle. Your pussy ringed as he pulled out of you.

"Are you sure? You want me to keep going?" Yunho asked as his large hands gripped your ass, and he massaged you with his thumbs.

"Yes... please." you begged.

Yunho separated your cheeks and spit a cold glob of saliva onto your asshole. He rubbed his long finger between your still throbbing pussy to collect your cum. He smeared the spit around the rim of your hole then glided one finger in. Your moans could probably be heard throughout the whole house. The sensation of his fingers in your ass could drive you crazy every time. Your hips wiggled as your pussy still leaked. He watched your reaction to make sure you were comfortable and added another finger. Your hole was tight, but he used his other hand to continue to rub your cheek just to keep you calm but your mind was so fuzzy.  You cried out as he scissored his fingers inside you. Before you could cum, he slowly slid back out.

“Did that feel good baby?”

“Yes mm~” you managed to mumble out. He spat onto his cock and aligned his tip with your asshole. You could feel the pressure of his dick on the rim and your mind could barely comprehend taking his thick dick in your ass, but it made your pussy leak even more.

“Think you could take me here baby? Do you want it?” He said smirking at you.

You looked back at his smug face, your face looking absolutely fucked out, you nodded to him. He wanted to tease a verbal response out of you but even though he would never admit it he was at his limit too. He pushed his length slowly into your tight asshole and you clenched your jaw while whimpering and grabbing the sheets under you. The mix of pleasure and pain was overwhelming, and he could tell it was a lot for you. He leaned his large frame down to kiss you. The kiss started actually pretty warm and wholesome until he continued to push into you. Feeling his cock drive deeper into you made you babble nonsense into his mouth until he finally bottomed out. He lifted himself back up.

“You have to relax a bit baby.”

After a moment you finally adjusted to his size in your unused hole. “Please ah~ please move.” You mumbled out. Not needing to be told twice he started to pump his long dick into you. Somehow you could still feel him in your pussy, and you could no longer think straight. Your mind was completely gone, your eyes rolling with every stroke he took inside you. Yunho's bottom lip fully being bitten by his teeth, biting deeper with every motion. You were so tight and wet around him; he thought your pussy was tight, but this was something completely different. This was both of your first time doing anal and absolutely won’t be your last, Yunho was going to have fun with you later. You started to fall forward as your body was growing limp, unconsciously running from him. He took both his large hands and wrapped them around your hips to keep you in place.

“Don’t run from me baby, take every inch of my dick.” He said in a low voice. He pulled out halfway then slammed back into your repeatedly, you cried out his name along with strings of “fuck” and other whiney words and phrases. You felt your stomach begin to tighten again.

“Yunnie I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum FUCK.” You slurred out.

He sped up his pace as his climax was on the rise as well. “Going to cum in your tight little ass, you want that don’t you. You want my cum to leak out of your asshole baby?”

“Please, please fill my ass, please, please ple- “before you could finish begging like a proper whore your pussy clenched around nothing and began to leak on the bed below you. You could feel Yunho pump into you once… twice… three times before his hot cum filled your ass. He pulled out slowly, still leaking as some of his cum got on your leg. He dropped his large body on the side of you and immediately started to kiss you.

“If I ever catch you with any of my housemates or anyone else in general, I’ll kill you both.” He said with his cute but serious puppy face. You were still breathing heavy but couldn’t help but to let out a breathy laugh.

“Well don’t go around flirting with other girls then, plus you were being an ass to me.”

“Oh God Y/n I wasn’t flirting; she was flirting with me, and I was just being nice. But… you’re right… I shouldn’t have been rude about it. I’m sorry.” He said as you turned on your side and he pulled you in closer by your waist.

“Thank you. And by the way being friendly, being flirty, synonyms.” You rolled your eyes.

“Jesus, for someone “Not looking for a relationship” you sure are jealous.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“So, the least you could do is be my girlfriend if your gonna act like that.”

“Hmm… I’ll think about it. First, we have to do the walk of shame to the bathroom so we can shower though.” You said as you slowly got up, wincing a bit at the soreness.

“Dude it’s like- “He checked his apple watch on his wrist. “4am. The party ended like an hour into us fucking. Everyone is either passed out or doing what we were.”

“Oh- well come on still, my ass hurts.” You both got out the bed and Yunho slapped you on the ass to tease you.

[sour-leminies]

My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

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I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

—

Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

—

You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

—

The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

—

The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

—

Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

—

James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

—

A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

[luveline]

Badass!reader in the verge of crying but still pretending like she isn't? Spencer doesn't even try anything and he just lets her be until eventually she cries? Just some hurt/comfort :)

If it's a no please feel free to ignore this! Have a lovely day jade <3

tysm! hope this is okay angel ♡ fem!reader, 1k

"Irresponsible, sloppy, and pig-headed." Spencer winces. "I expected more from you. I'm extremely disappointed." 

Spencer winces worse. You can take a scolding. You can take a beating. But disappointing the people you care about, and disappointing Hotch? His chest hurts for you.

He pretends to have been reading as the door to Hotch's office opens and you step out, glancing up as you take the stairs down into the bullpen. Your desk is adjacent his and Morgan's, crowded by case files you nearly send flying as you hurry into your chair. 

Spencer takes his computer mouse and clicks on the work contact page. Your instant messaging is still open, the last message he sent you glaring and awkward, hey, think hotch is going to call you in for cincinnati. don't stress. 

You'd opened it but not answered. He peeks around your monitors to analyse you. You're staring hard at a single spot. The longer he looks, the glassier your eyes become. 

He sighs and cracks his knuckles, thinking. The last thing you want is for him to make a big deal of this, he knows that, but he needs you to know that he's here for you. 

"Did you want to get dinner tonight?" he asks without raising his head. 

You respond eventually, two seconds too slowly, "Where from?"

Your voice is fraught with the weight of your upset. Spencer ignores it for now. "Luh Bem?" 

"If you want to." 

"What I want is a cup of coffee." He stands, still without staring at you —an impressive feat of self control— and begins toward the office kitchenette. Predictably, you follow him. He's already putting a second mug beside his own when you step into his reach. 

"So, did you want to go?" you ask. 

Spencer nudges your hip with his gently. "Duh. What else would I wanna do on a Friday?" He makes your coffee exactly how you like it without asking and leaves it billowing steam by his own as he adds his five sugars. 

Bringing his coffee to his lips and turns, he leans on the counter. You do as he does, murmuring a thank you as you pick up your mug. Spencer lets his arm rest on yours, ever so slightly taller, more as your back begins to slouch unconsciously. There's no point in asking you if you're okay, because you'll say that you are. There's no point in trying to comfort you, because, despite your affection for him, you're not someone who cries easily in front of others. It would have you pushing him away. 

You're a nice girl under all your hardened exterior, and Hotch's disappointment hurts. You try very, very hard not to cry, swallowing and taking little sips of your hot coffee. 

You press your coffee into his hand and turn your body toward the cabinets, away from the office. Spencer waits, and waits, his relief immeasurable as you finally hide your face in his shirt sleeve and sniffle. Even though his heart breaks for you, he's glad you're giving in. You need to let stuff out before it eats you alive. 

He puts the coffees down behind him one at a time so as not to disturb you. Hands free, he lifts the hand furthest from you to your arm. If you were somewhere more private he'd hug you to him by the small of your waist. For now, he rubs a short line down to your elbow. Up, down.

"He was being harsh," Spencer says quietly. 

"Sorry," you whisper. 

He can't imagine how mortified you are. You won't sob or even shake, but these hot and fast tears aren't unfamiliar to him. Theyll be followed by an abundance of remorse.

"What are you sorry for?" He pulls you in closer, a squeeze of a hug. "You're okay. It's okay, he's just– he's mad about other stuff, he's upset about Beth. It's not just you." 

"He's right, I messed up," you say, your breath hitching. 

"You messed up," he agrees. "It was an accident. You'll be better next time." 

You sniffle rough and lift your face, wiping your tears with a cruel hand. Spencer takes your wrist in his hand to stop you, turninh to cover you from any nosy eyes. His fingertips are as soft as his voice wiping the rest of your tears away as he laments, "Please don't cry, don't get upset." Your face is hot to the touch. "Don't be embarrassed." 

"I'm not crying," you say, a last teardrop streaking from the corner of your eye. 

He wipes it away. "Okay." 

You pout at him like you want to cry more, and Spencer wouldn't mind, he'd stand here wiping your tears for hours if you needed it, but that's your worst nightmare. 

"Are people looking at me?" 

"Nobody's looking," he answers honestly. "You're only making a scene for me." 

You laugh but quickly cough. Spencer takes his opportunity to hug you and pats your back, considers kissing the side of your head but can't make himself commit to it. 

"Do you still wanna get dinner?" you ask weakly. 

"Yeah, I do. I really do. I'll get you whatever you want." 

If it were Morgan offering, you'd step on his foot. For Spencer, your clear and evident favourite, you nod into his chest, your hand slinking low on his back. 

He hugs you so hard he feels his ribs. 

"Wanna sleepover and watch Golden Girls?" he asks, prepared for rejection. You're the type to lick your wounds alone. 

But maybe in the privacy of Spencer's apartment you'll let yourself be upset properly, so he can comfort you appropriately. It aches how badly he wants to rub the tight space between your shoulders, tell you it's fine, you're fine, and one mistake doesn't define you, it never could. 

It's evidence of your affection for him that you agree. "Could we get the dinner to go?" you ask. 

Spencer tries not to look to triumphant. He's going to coddle and comfort you half to death, and by the looks of you, you're happy to let him. "Absolutely. Whatever you want." 

[lovegoodlane]

Pursuing the Prefect - 5

4.5k words

18+ only

Warnings: smut, oral sex [female receiving], face sitting, vaginal sex, teasing

Summary: Fred and his prefect take their relationship to a new level (soft Fred, dom Fred, soft top Fred)

A/N: The moment you have all been waiting for....I'll probably write one last part to finish everything off. My requests are open, so let me know what to write next!

Link to part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

—— Fred held your hand the entire way up to his dormitory. Neither of you spoke. A comfortable silence rested between you as you hustled up the final staircase that led to his room.

Fred opened the door for you, muttering "lumos" to light a lamp on a desk that was pushed in the corner. He turned to you, taking your other hand. 

"You're absolutely cracking, you know that?" he said, a smile on his lips. You returned the smile, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I am actually aware of that, thank you," you replied, teasing him.

"You put Pucey in his place," he said. "Remind me to not get on your bad side."

"You've been on my bad side before, and I think you actually quite enjoyed it," you joked, shoving at his chest. 

"You are bloody hot when you're angry," Fred replied, raising his eyebrows and pursing his lips at you in mock consideration.

"Oh, shove off," you laughed, heading toward his bed and throwing yourself onto it. "After that big scene, I think I need a nap."

Fred walked over to where you were face down in his pillows. He spanked your butt lightly.

"Come on, birdie, you can't take up the whole bed," he complained, running a hand down your butt and onto the backs of your thighs.

"Fine," you grumbled in fake frustration, rolling over to make room for Fred in his own bed.

Fred joined you in the bed, rolling you onto your side so you could cuddle into his chest. He stroked your hair, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked, still stroking your hair.

"Anything," you replied, nuzzling your head into his chest.

"I really like you," he said, suddenly sounding very serious.

Your hand played with the neckline of his t shirt as you considered your response. Now didn't feel like the best moment to crack a joke.

"I like you too, Fred," you answered. 

"No, I mean..." Fred stumbled over his words. He rolled onto his side so he could look you in the eye. "I know what my reputation is like with girls. I don't date anyone very seriously and I just like hooking up. But that's not what this is, birdie. I feel serious about you."

"Oh," was all you could think to say as he continued to stare into your eyes. This was giving you flashbacks to conversations with Adrian where he was insistent on planning your future together. 

"You told me that Pucey wanted to get serious too quickly, and that's not what I'm trying to do," he said, seeming to read your mind and sense your worries. "We have all the time in the world. But I need you to know that I feel that way."

"Fred...." you were still having a hard time finding the right thing to say. Nothing came to mind. 

"I realized today that going even just a day without speaking to you feels like torture," he admitted. "I'm sorry for reacting that way, and I'm sorry for how it made you feel. You're my favorite person to talk to and spend time with. I won't ever ignore you like that again."

You reached your hand up to cup his cheek. Your mind went back to the conversation that you had with Beatrice at the Three Broomsticks, admitting to how deep your feelings went for Fred. He was spilling his feelings, but it still felt so difficult to admit to your own.

Fred's hand found your waist, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of your shirt. It's almost like he was trying to beckon the words out of you.

"I...Godric, Freddie, I'm not good at this," you said, letting out an awkward chuckle. 

"Take your time, darling," he soothed, squeezing your waist in reassurance.

"I really like you too," you finally said. "I think....I think that you're really good for me. You tease me about being the perfect prefect, but that's what I have been ever since I got to Hogwarts. And being that way is actually quite boring."

Both you and Fred chuckled at that admission.

"But you make me try new things. And I feel spontaneous for the first time. Instead of being controlled by getting good marks and being the best student, you have helped me take initiative of my own life," you said. "I adore you and I am learning to adore the person that I am when I'm with you."

Fred's eyes were still locked on yours. The sentimental softness that you loved returned to his eyes, and he leaned forward to kiss you on the lips.

It was sweet and gentle. Only a few kisses before he pulled away. 

"You inspire me to want to do my homework," Fred teased, tickling your side.

You laughed, grabbing at his hand. "You improve me, I improve you."

You pushed him over onto his back and nuzzled into his chest, his hand snaking around your back to pull you in closer. You laid like this for a while, listening to each other's quiet heartbeats and enjoying each other's touch. 

"Freddie?" you said quietly.

"Yes, birdie?" he replied, rubbing your back with his hand.

"I'm ready," you said, sounding shy.

"Ready for what?" he asked, somewhat confused.

"I'm...I'm ready to have sex. Whenever you are, of course," you fumbled over your words a bit awkwardly, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

You tried to bury your face into Fred's neck, but he refused to let you. He knew that you were flustered.

"Darling, you don't have to feel embarrassed," he said, grabbing your jaw to turn you to look at him. "Thank you for telling me."

He placed a light kiss on the tip of your nose before releasing your jaw. 

"I'm going to put on pajamas, I can't lay in bed with jeans on. Feels like a crime," Fred said, getting up from the bed.

He crossed the room to his dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer and grabbing pajamas from it before closing it. You were still turned onto your side on the bed, giving you a perfect view of Fred across the room.

He pulled his t shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor next to him. You had never seen him shirtless before.

In the dim light of the dormitory, you could make out his chiseled figure. Years of quidditch had made him strong and lean, and your cheeks flushed as you realized that you were checking him out.

"Enjoying the show, birdie?" he teased, picking up his abandoned shirt from the floor and tossing it at you.

This made you blush even harder. You sat up on the bed, pondering your next move.

You watched as he undid his belt and trousers, throwing his trousers into a laundry bin before reaching for the pair of pajama pants that he had retrieved from the drawer. He pulled them on, turning to where you were sat on the bed. 

"Everything alright, darling?" he asked, confused by your silence and empty expression.

You had been chewing on your lower lip, trying to muster up the courage for what you were about to do. You scooted to the edge of the bed, putting your feet on the floor. 

You crossed the room to where Fred was still standing. You kissed him on the lips only once, leaving him even more confused.

You pulled your own t shirt up and off, tossing it away. Fred's eyebrows raised as he took in the sight of you before him.

This time, you came prepared. You were wearing a deep blue bra with black lacing along the straps. It was the sexiest thing that you owned, and you had a feeling that Fred was going to see it tonight.

"House colors, how appropriate," Fred teased, ghosting his fingers along your sides and up your back. 

Your heart was already racing and he had barely even touched you. You were nervous, but you were ready. You wanted this. 

You dared to reach out to touch him, running your nails down his sides. You stopped at the waistband of his pajama pants, gripping them and tugging him closer to you.

He chuckled, enjoying your boldness. You kissed him again, your hands trailing back up his sides and to his muscular shoulders. 

He let you take control, keeping his hands politely at the middle of your back as yours roamed around his bare shoulders. You pushed him back, pulling away once again.

You fumbled with the button of your jeans. "Want to borrow a pair of pajamas?" Fred teased, watching you struggle.

"No, Fred," you replied, rolling your eyes at him. You had finally gotten the button free, undoing the zipper and starting to pull your jeans down your legs. "I want you."

Fred waited patiently for you to step out of your jeans before he picked you up. You giggled, wrapping your legs around his middle while he carried you back to the bed.

He held you for a moment, planting wet kisses along your jawline before setting you onto the bed. He attacked your lips next, his teeth biting at your lower lip while his hands ran along your thighs.

You dug your nails into his back, trailing down toward his waistband once again. You pulled at it, signaling to him that he should take the pajamas off. Fred paused his mission for a moment to take off his pants, immediately returning to your mouth. 

You pulled away, grabbing at Fred's shoulders. "Lay down," you commanded.

Fred listened, laying down on the bed. You positioned yourself over him, one thigh on either side of his middle. 

He was loving this view. You had been intimate before, but not quite like this. You were in only your bra and knickers, a smirk on your mouth as you loomed over him. He couldn't think of anything in the whole world that could be sexier.

You left hot kisses along his jaw and down his neck, bringing up one hand to grip the other side of his neck. Your kisses continued down to his collarbones where you sucked a number of love bites into his skin. It was payback for what he usually did to you.

Fred's hands ran up and down your back, playing with the clasp of your bra as he decided whether or not to take it off. He didn't want to rush you, but he had been dying to get a bra off of you for a long time.

You finally gripped one of his hands that was on your back, stopping it. "You can take it off," you whispered, reassuring him.

You released his hand, allowing him to undo the clasp. He reached for the straps, pulling them down your arms as he removed your bra.

Fred bit his lip. He ran his thumbs underneath your breasts, gripping your ribcage with his hands. He sat up, giving you a kiss on the lips before kissing along the tops of your breasts.

It took only moments for him to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. Your nails dug into his shoulders in response, a whimper falling from your lips. 

He bit and sucked at one nipple and used his fingers to play with the other. All you could do was run your nails up and down his back while you moaned out his name.

"Mmm...so beautiful," he spoke into your skin as he switched his mouth to your other nipple.

Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling at it to distract yourself from what Fred was doing to you. You began to grind your hips into his, becoming desperate for more friction.

"So needy, huh?" Fred commented, releasing your nipple from his mouth and kissing along your ribs. 

Your hips ground down even harder, begging for contact. You could feel how hard he was through his underwear, and you knew he wanted this too. But Fred was playing the long game.

His fingers danced down to your knickers. "Can I make you feel good, darling?" he asked, looking up into your eyes.

You nodded at him, your words caught in your throat. Fred lifted you off of him for a moment so he could remove your knickers. He laid back down on the bed, a grin on his face.

"Why don't you come sit on my face?" he said, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. 

Your cheeks flushed. This was something you had never done before. It seemed impractical and potentially even dangerous.

"I don't know, Fred," you said, feeling shy. "I don't want to hurt you."

Fred moved one hand up to your cheek. "Darling, I promise that it won't hurt me. Now that I think about it, suffocating between your thighs wouldn't be the worst way to go."

He smirked at you. You slapped at his chest. "Get off it, Fred," you chastised, a small smile playing at your own mouth.

"How about we give it a try and you can stop if you don't like it?" Fred proposed, squeezing your hip. 

"Okay," you agreed hesitantly, feeling deeply self conscious.

You placed your hands on his chest, slowly moving yourself up his middle. You weren't exactly sure how to do this.

"How do I—" you began to ask before Fred gripped your hips, picking you up and settling you over his face.

"I guess that'll do it," you chuckled nervously, your hands finding the headboard of Fred's bed.

"Tell me if you want to stop," Fred said. You could feel him breathing on your core, making you shiver.

He pulled your hips down, your core meeting his mouth. You were holding your breath. His tongue darted out, immediately finding your clit. It seemed like he already had your body memorized, knowing exactly how to make you feel good. 

Your hands gripped at the headboard as Fred's tongue increased its pace. Your entire body felt hot, and you tried to keep yourself from grinding your hips down into his mouth. 

Fred angled your hips forward, allowing him to drag his tongue down to your entrance. His fingers dug into your hips as he fucked you with his tongue, making you feel like you were going to scream.

"Just like that, Freddie," you encouraged, finally finding your voice.

You allowed yourself to grind your hips down ever so slightly, and Fred responded with a groan. He squeezed your hips tighter, encouraging you to continue.

Fred's mouth found its way back up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth as you ground your hips into him. You were so close to your release.

"Fred—ahh, don't stop," you cried out, holding onto the headboard for dear life. 

You only needed a few more moments before you reached your orgasm, whimpering out Fred's name as your hips trembled. He pulled you from his mouth, laying you onto the bed on your back as he hovered above you. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, kissing up your jaw and to your lips.

You stayed like this for a few minutes, kissing Fred as you were still feeling the glow of your orgasm. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in as close as you could.

You pulled out of the kiss, bringing a hand up to ruffle his hair. You smirked at him.

"I think it's your turn now," you said, using your other hand to ghost down his chest toward his boxers. You reached the waistband and pulled at it, letting it slap back against his skin.

"Birdie, tonight is about you," Fred said, placing kisses along your neck.

The hand you had at his waistband continued down, your thumb teasing him over his boxers. If you thought he was hard before, he was definitely hard now. You imagined that it almost had to be painful. 

You suddenly felt bold, gripping Fred over the fabric of his boxers. His breath stuttered.

"I want you, Freddie," you whispered, trying to play up your innocence. He stopped kissing your neck, reeling back to look you in the eye.

"Are you absolutely certain?" Fred asked, his eyes soft. He was more than willing to wait. You were worth it.

"One hundred percent," you answered, pecking him on the lips. You felt a nervous pit in your stomach, but it wasn't the bad kind. It felt more like anticipation. 

"If you ever want to stop—" Fred started, but you brought a finger up his lips to shush him. 

"Freddie, I won't want you to stop," you said, your eyes intense. 

That was all the permission he needed before he started kissing your lips again, this time seeming more desperate. He reached for one of the pillows behind your head, breaking the kiss as he pulled you up off of the bed and put the pillow under your hips.

You looked at him, a bit confused. He smirked. "Darling, I know a thing or two," he answered, placing a kiss on your knee.

He pulled his boxers off, tossing them to the side before he found his place between your legs again. Your hands were folded on your bare stomach as you waited for him to do something.

He reached for your hands, holding them in his. He noticed that you were shaking just slightly.

"We don't have to do this," he whispered, reassuring you.

"Fred, I want to," you insisted. "It's just nerves. It's been a while."

You chuckled, trying to dispel any anxiety you had.

"Okay," he said, placing a kiss on each of your wrists. "Stop me if it hurts."

You nodded. Fred released your hands, using his own to trace a path up your outer thighs. He gripped the backs of your knees, pulling your legs up just slightly.

You felt his tip as he aligned himself with your entrance. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Fred eased himself in slowly, releasing a breath that you didn't realize he was holding. 

You felt a familiar burn as he got deeper, stretching you to accommodate his size. Fred grabbed your hands, placing them up next to your head. 

He held your hands as he rocked into you slowly, kissing gently along your collarbone. He pulled back to look you in the eye.

"Alright, birdie?" he asked, his words sounding strained. You knew that he was holding himself back for your sake. Everything he did was for your benefit. 

You nodded. "Keep going," you said.

He kissed you on the forehead. He met your eyes again as he pushed into you, this time all the way. Fred choked out a groan, feeling the pleasure of finally bottoming out into you.

Fred kissed you on the lips before releasing your hands. He traced a path down your sides and back to your thighs, pushing your knees closer to your chest.

He was still moving slowly, trying not to hurt you. But you didn't care if you were sore in the morning, you wanted more.

"Fred?" you said quietly.

He stopped moving. "Yes, darling?" he answered, concern laced in his voice.

"Harder," you said, bringing your hands to his back. You traced his muscles with your nails.

He smirked at you, not expecting this response. "Careful what you wish for," he muttered, gripping your thighs even harder.

Fred picked up his pace, pushing into you harder than he had before. Your nails dug into his back, begging him for more.

"More, Freddie, more," you whined.

Fred pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back into you again. You cried out, arching your back off of the bed.

Fred was fucking you even faster now, hitting the deepest spot in you each time. You were basically clawing at his back now, and you knew that there would be marks left behind.

"You feel so good, birdie," he said, pounding into you. "So tight. Such a good girl."

You whimpered at his words, feeling another orgasm building. Fred brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

"Are you going to finish again for me darling?" he asked. "Come on gorgeous, finish for me. Right on my cock. Be a good girl."

As if his actions weren't enough, Fred's words sent you over the edge. You orgasmed for the second time that night, crying out as Fred continued to hit the perfect spot inside of you.

He slowed down, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. He worked you down from your high, slowly pulling out of you.

"So perfect," he commented, kissing your hand again before putting it back down on the bed.

You laid there for a moment in a daze, feeling like you were unable to move after that second orgasm. Fred knew exactly what to do to make you finish, and it blew your mind every time. 

You finally got your wits about you. "Fred, you didn't finish," you said, sounding a tad offended.

He chuckled. "Not your fault. I could go all night, darling."

You gripped his arms. "Then keep going," you said, looking at him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, stroking the outside of your thigh with his hand.

"Fred, it doesn't hurt. I want you to keep going," you insisted.

"It might not hurt now, but you're going to be sore tomorrow morning," he replied, meeting your gaze. "I can finish myself off. I already told you that tonight is about you."

You huffed. "If tonight was really about me, you would keep fucking me," you asserted, narrowing your eyes at him.

He smirked at you for what felt like the millionth time that night. "Okay, bossy. I guess I have to listen to the prefect when she orders me around," he teased. 

"Less talking, more fucking," you shot back at him. 

He chuckled. "My lips are sealed," he replied.

Fred turned you over onto your side, pulling your knees up so they were close to your chest. He slid into you again, this time finding less resistance. 

He worked in and out of you slowly, driving you absolutely insane. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying your impatience.

"Frederick Weasley, you can do better than that," you said, your voice snippy.

He shrugged in response. Apparently he was taking his vow of silence seriously. 

He increased his pace ever so slightly, pushing your knees up even higher to hit a better angle. You cried out as he hit the perfect spot, desperate for him to do it again.

But that was part of his game. He pushed into you just barely deep enough, not hitting the spot again. He smirked at himself, proud of his work.

"Fred, I will curse you into next week if you don't knock it off," you said, becoming irritated.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Fred replied, feigning innocence.

"Do I really need to do everything myself?" you shot back.

"All you have to do is ask nicely," Fred said, still thrusting into you slowly. 

"Fuck off," you said, determined not to give in to what he wanted. 

"If you insist," he said, pulling out of you. 

It was a battle of the wills. Both of you were stubborn. But he wanted to make you give in.

"Fine," you huffed, exasperated. "Please?"

Fred chuckled. "You can do better than that."

You bit your lip, trying to step past your pride. "Please, Freddie. I want you," you said, sounding much more sincere this time.

"See birdie, it's not that difficult," Fred said, turning you over onto your stomach. He pushed your chest down and your bottom up, forcing you to arch your back.

He lined himself up behind you, his tip at your entrance. His hands squeezed at your sides.

"Are you going to beg for it?" he muttered into your ear.

He had you right where he wanted you. Desperate. Frustrated. He loved making the prefect beg.

"Please," you said once again, sounding even more desperate this time.

"Mmmm....not convincing enough," Fred replied, his hands roving down your sides and to your bottom. 

"Fred, please," you basically whined, trying to push your hips back onto him. If he wasn't going to take care of you, you were going to do it yourself.

"So desperate," Fred chided. "I'm not sure that you really are a good girl after all."

He finally pushed into you, taking you by surprise. He worked in and out of you, picking up speed quicker than he had before. 

"You're a bad girl, huh?" Fred commented, reaching around to grip your throat lightly. "The prefect is a bad, bad girl."

He thrusted into you even harder, finally hitting that spot that drove you crazy. You felt like a mess. You knew that your hair was wild and that you were likely covered in love bites. But you were loving it. 

You whined at Fred, pushing your hips back into him to meet his brutal pace. Fred was starting to lose control as he got closer to his own release, both hands now gripping your hips. There would definitely be bruises there in the morning.

"So close," you cried, gripping at the comforter on Fred's bed.

"Finish for me again, birdie. You can do it, love," Fred encouraged. "Merlin, you feel so good. Made just for me."

You were so sensitive after two orgasms that a third felt like it might kill you. Your vision began to get spotty, and you knew that you were going to finish any second now.

You finally reached your third high of the night, arching your back even harder and pushing back towards Fred. He continued fucking you, moments from his own release.

"Fuck, birdie, so perfect," Fred breathed out. "You're going to make me bust."

It seemed like he was almost asking for permission. How polite. 

"Inside of me," you demanded, sounding exhausted from your third orgasm.

Fred groaned, keeping up his pace as he finally reached his release. He finished inside of you, his hips slowing down and stuttering. 

He massaged your hips, pushing into you a few more times before pulling out. "Sorry, darling, didn't mean to hurt you," he said, referring to the bruises that were already starting to form where he had dug his hands into your hips. 

He flopped onto his back, pulling you into his chest. You felt paralyzed once more, your body still coming down from the adrenaline rush of another orgasm.

Fred kissed your forehead, snuggling you in even closer to him. "Was that too much?" he asked, sounding concerned.

You laid there in silence, still speechless. You nuzzled your head into his neck, giving him a kiss. "It was perfect," you finally said.

He chuckled. "I'm glad," he answered, rubbing your back.

"Same time next week?" you teased, running your nails up and down his abs.

"Whenever you want," he replied, squeezing you in tight. 

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Next part

[hencheri]

18+. mdni.

pairing: mean toxic bf!haechan x fem!reader

warnings: noncon, toxic relationship, gaslighting.

wc: 1.2k

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you're watching a movie in the living room, but you're distracted, focused on your thoughts instead of the flashing screen in front of you. it's 3 a.m. and you can hear haechan playing video games in your bedroom.

he hasn't talked to you for hours, hasn't said a word or even looked in your way. it's bothering you a lot. you have a constant knot in your stomach and your heart accelerates at the mere thought of haechan ignoring you.

you hate when he does this, it makes you feel bad. so fucking bad.

you get up from the couch, going to your bedroom. you push the door open, hesitantly walking in. you need to talk to him.

"hyuck?"

he stares at his computer's screen, pressing down on the keys of his keyboard, concentrated on his game. he has his headset on, maybe he hasn't heard you.

"johnny!" haechan calls into his microphone, "quick, come save me."

"hyuckie..." you stand beside him and you know he can see you from the corner of his eye. you bite down on your bottom lip, waiting for an answer that doesn't come.

he continues to play like you're not there. it upsets you so much, could he not be petty for once?

"we need to talk, please," you demand, still trying to get his attention. you know he hears you now since he's quiet.

a few seconds pass before he replies back, "we have nothing to say."

you sigh, exasperated. there are plenty of things you need to discuss about actually, and not just what happened a couple of hours ago. it makes you cringe thinking about the previous events, but you can't just brush it off, especially when haechan's still sour about it.

you were both in bed about to go sleep soon. he made a move, touching your hips up and down, pressing his crotch against your butt. you weren't in the mood, so you told him to stop. he didn't at first and you pushed him away, which really offended him.

he then turned on his pc before you could say anything and you went to the living room to watch a movie, a poor attempt to forget about this ridiculous fight.

"but-" you begin, a little annoyed, "we do."

your voice is covered by johnny yelling something to haechan, once again ignored by your boyfriend. "here, here, here! i need to heal you," he yells back, fingers hurriedly pressing down on the keys, "shit, these guys are rough."

"hyuck-" you try, placing your hand on his arm, but he grabs your wrist before you can and shoves your hand away.

you frown, hurt by his action.

"what? we won!?" haechan exclaims, brows shooting up in surprise. you hear johnny talking back without deciphering his words. "ah, they missed the base," he laughs, "yeah, it was close."

he removes his headset and puts it on his desk. but he still decides to not acknowledge you, even when his game is done.

"please," you beg a bit desperately.

"what's the matter?" he sighs loudly, throwing his head back against the headrest of his chair.

"haechan! you've just ignored me the whole night! you can't always do that," you explain to him even though he'll probably only understand what he wants as usual.

he rolls his eyes, "yeah and it's always my fault, right?" he says.

"what- no, that's not-"

"it is," he affirms. he turns his head to you, "every time we so 'need to talk' it's about how i'm wrong, how i shouldn't do this or that, how i should just agree to everything you say and shut my mouth."

you're agape. is this really what he thinks you do? that you only want to complain about him?

"that's not true," you deny, "hyuck, i just want us to communicate, it's important."

he scoffs, "no, you're always the one talking. you don't actually want to hear what i have to say." he looks at you like he's hurt and you start wondering if he might be right. are you really that self-centred? "that's not really what i call communication, you know."

"do you ever ask yourself how i'm feeling? how constantly being rejected makes me feel?" he questions, his gaze not leaving you.

"i don't constantly reject you," you rectify. "sometimes i'm simply not in the mood to sleep with you..."

haechan winces upon hearing your words. "because you are for others?"

your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. that's not how you should have said it. "no, that's not what i meant-" but your boyfriend cuts you off, rising up from his gaming chair.

"yeah, no," he shakes his head, "you know what? i've had this feeling that you don't love me like you say you do." he goes around you and you follow him, wanting to reason with him, but he isn't done talking yet.

"we haven't fucked in days and the only thing you let me do is jerk off with your hand. how- how should i interpret that, huh?" haechan sounds genuinely hurt and upset, but that was never your intention to make him feel this way. how could he even doubt your love for him?

"hyuck, please, sit down," you ask, wrapping your hand around his arm to pull him back against you, but he slips away from you.

he turns around and faces you. "are you seeing someone else? is that why?" he suddenly bursts out and you're totally shocked.

"what? no way, how can you think that!?"

he approaches you and this time, you're the one stepping back until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the bed. you look up at haechan, heart beating faster and faster.

"you're not denying it," he points out, now only a few inches separating you from him. "you're cheating on me... how can you be so fucking heartless?"

you shake your head from side to side, gulping down. this isn't true. you've always stayed faithful to your boyfriend, but the knot in your throat prevents you from speaking up, eyes swelling up in tears.

he clasps his hand around your bicep, digging his fingers into your flesh, pulling you flushed to his chest.

"i can't believe it," he breathes out, "my girlfriend is a fucking whore."

you're still in shock when he crashes his mouth on you, smacking his lips to yours and pushing his tongue inside. your whines are muffled, weak hands pushing on his chest to get him off of you, but to no avail.

you fall on the bed and haechan crushes you with his weight, trapping you under him. you squirm around, not liking the way he doesn't listen to your protests and how he forces himself on you.

his lips descend to your neck, planting quick kisses as if he's in a hurry, going down to the valley of your breasts.

"hyuck, please, stop," you cry, but he doesn't listen.

his fingers hook into your shorts, pulling them down with your underwear, too. your breath is caught in your throat, only exhaling when you feel the familiar push of his cock inside of your unprepared pussy.

"you're mine," he moans, the squeeze of your cunt around him making him frown, "when will you finally understand it..."