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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 20

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Part 19

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Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, teasing, anxiety, arguing, panic attack, domestic violence/abuse, masturbation, mentions of suicide/depression, mentions of vomit, mentions of death/murder, sexual harassment, mentions of alcoholism, angst, smut, tobacco/alcohol use, mentions of death/miscarriage, mentions of war, crying, teasing, dirty talk, groping, breaking-and-entering, unprotected sex, sex in a swimming pool, semi-public sex, sex under the influence, praise/degradation, role-swapping, rough sex

Word Count: 18k

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Part 20.1: Shout

Saturday, June 17th, 1989

You’ve done everything in your power to keep Eddie at ease for the past week, in preparation for visiting Wilfred at the prison. There's many times where he flip-flops on whether or not he's actually gonna go through with facing his father, but you always convince him to stick to his promise. Not just for Wayne, but for himself. You just know he'll regret it if he doesn't take this chance. You reiterate to him that he is under no obligation to believe anything his father says, let alone extend an ounce of forgiveness. But to allow Wilfred to at least apologize might heal a few of the wounds that Eddie has been carrying for far too long.

You wake up early in the morning, 6am sharp, to Eddie's displeasure. You practically have to drag him out of bed, he's certainly not a morning person. "Fuck off. I'm not going." Eddie grumbles against the pillows. He yanks the covers over his head and scrunches up into an impenetrable ball.

"Eddie, c'mon. I'm not having this conversation again. You promised you'd do this, and I know damn well you're not a liar." You groan, tugging at any loose corner of the blanket you can. But it's to no avail, he's got an iron grip.

"It's never too late to start." He replies, curling further into himself. You hear the front door opening, and the sound of Mom greeting Wayne.

"Please, Eds. We gotta get ready, Wayne's waiting for us." You beg, still pulling as hard as you can on the covers. You plant your feet on the mattress, leaning back with all your might to loosen the fabric. Your audibly strain against his hold, your back angled over the carpet behind you. "You're going to the fucking prison today, even if I have to drag you there myself!" You say through clenched teeth.

"Ugh, fine!" He yields to you, tossing the blankets away. Unfortunately, you're still forcefully pulling against them, so his surrender sends you flying backwards off the bed. You land hard on your back and ass, the force of which knocks the wind out of you.

"Ow!" You squeak, unable to breathe for a good few seconds.

"Oh shit! Are you okay?" Eddie asks with concern, scrambling off the bed to attend to you. All you can do is nod from the floor.

"Y/N, are you alright in there? We heard something fall." Mom says, knocking lightly on the other side of the door. You suspect Wayne is accompanying her.

"I’m good, just rolled off the bed." You reply weakly, letting Eddie help you stand up. You’ll definitely be sore today, but there's nothing you can do about it now.

"Okay, just be careful!" Claudia warns in her usual motherly way.

"Will do, Mom." You call back while going to your dresser to pull out some clothes.

"Don't be too long, kiddos. We gotta hit the road in a minute here if we want to make our visiting time." Wayne says, before heading back down the hall. You hear Mom offer him some coffee and a donut, which he politely accepts.

"Are you okay, angel? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to fall off the bed." Eddie says apologetically, stroking your back with his hand. His touch warms you, melting away the slight annoyance you're harboring towards him.

"I'm fine. Just get dressed, it's a long drive to Michigan City." You reply shortly, shoving yourself into schedule mode. You know it was an accident, so you don't want to dwell on it.

"Sure thing, sweetheart." He sighs as goes to his bag, changing out of his old boxers and slipping into new ones. He feels really bad about making you fall over, it sounded like a hard landing. If he hadn't been so stubborn about visiting his old man, you wouldn't be pissed off so early in the morning.

Arwen observes you two as you get ready, occasionally weaving herself between your legs while purring loudly. You wish you could bring her along since you'll be staying near the prison overnight. But she'll survive one day without you, and Dustin promised to feed her and give her some cuddles on your behalf. He's more than happy to do it, he absolutely loves the kitten. "I'm sorry, little one, but you have to stay home. Uncle Wayne is allergic to kitties, but Uncle Dustin will give you all the love you need while we're gone." You say to her sweetly, drawing her fuzzy little head to look up at you. She tilts it to and fro as you speak, which gives you the impression that she knows exactly what you're telling her.

"Mew!" Arwen says, before slinking away to lay down in her bed. She snuggles herself up, her head resting on her rump as she coils like a cinnamon roll. You take this simple action as her saying 'I understand, Mother. I'll be very good for Uncle Dustin, and waiting for you and Father to come home.' You like to imagine Arwen is very articulate inside her mind, but you'll never know for sure.

You finish getting ready, zipping up your bags. Eddie walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His lips meet your neck, and your hands rest over top of your bag on the dresser. You look at him in the reflection of your mirror, finding excessive apology in his eyes. "Eds, we've gotta get going." You say softly, though the feeling of his mouth on your throat is very nice.

"I know, I just wanna have a minute with you. We're gonna be stuck in the truck with Wayne for five hours, and sharing a hotel room with him. We won't have a lot of alone time." He replies, continuing his pilgrimage along your tender flesh. His teeth meet your collarbone, making a small love bite. "Are you sure you're alright, princess? You landed pretty hard." He says, a hint of guilt in his voice.

"I'll be okay, baby. It was an accident. I appreciate how concerned you are about me, though." You turn your head, lifting his own with your hand to bring his lips to yours. You rotate your body to face him, allowing him to lift you onto the dresser. You moan into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. You have something more important to be doing right now, but Eddie's just too irresistible sometimes. Your legs dangle over the dresser, with him standing firmly between them. You can feel him growing in his jeans, pressing into your inner thigh. You want him so badly, but one of you will have to call this off at some point. You set your lust aside, focusing on the task at hand. You gently put a hand to his chest, pushing him away in the nicest way possible.

"Angel, I need you." Eddie whimpers, the sound of which sends a wave of desire through you. You bite your lip to suppress the sentence that demands to be uttered from your mouth in response. You absolutely love it when he begs, but you have to resist for the sake of your trip.

"I need you too, baby. But we have to go. Maybe we can try to find some time later. You know...the hotel has a pool. Maybe we could take a little night swim?" You suggest with a mischievous smile.

"I can live with that. And I'll finally get to see how sexy you look in your swimsuit." Eddie grins, giving you one more kiss before helping you down.

"Who said I'd be wearing a swimsuit?" You say seriously, though deep inside you know you'll definitely be wearing a bikini to the pool. At least, until he inevitably takes it off of you.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me, baby." He groans at the thought of you swimming in the nude, your perfect body gliding gracefully through the chlorinated water. The swells of your tits and curves of your ass peeking out through the translucent blue with every stroke.

You head towards the door, with Eddie still standing awkwardly in the room. "Something wrong, Eds?" You ask, knowing full well he's got a raging boner right now. You can see the outline of it through his tight jeans, no doubt he's picturing you swimming completely naked in the pool.

"Yeah, just tell Wayne I'll be a minute. I gotta make this fuckin' thing go down." He says in frustration, gesturing at his crotch. It's mostly his own damn fault, he started it. But you certainly didn't help with planting certain imagery inside his head. At this rate it would just be easier to whack off, but he knows that will take too long.

"Sure thing, love. I can stall for a few minutes if you need to...you know?" You can see it all over his face, he's painfully turned on to a point of no return. You'd offer to help instead, but that'll only delay you both further.

"Please? This is kinda embarrassing." He chuckles dryly.

"I've got you, Eds. I'll take your bag, and we'll be waiting for you, okay? You could go in the bathroom if it'll provide a better cover story for you." You suggest. It would be a lot less suspicious for him to leave the restroom than your bedroom after being alone for an extended period of time.

"That's perfect. Thanks, sweetheart." He nods. You open the door, both of you heading your separate ways. Eddie rushes into the bathroom, shutting the door a little too loud. You giggle at the thought, he's so desperate to relieve himself of all the pent-up lust you’ve provided him. It's oddly hot, the idea of him jerking off to the thought of you. In your own home, no less. You're getting a little wet yourself as you picture him stroking his cock in his hand, whispering your name as sweat gathers on his brow. You walk down the hall with your bags, setting them on the counter.

Wayne's sipping his cup of coffee, munching away on his donut as him and your mother talk about you and Eddie. "He doin' alright? Saw him run to the toilet pretty fast." He asks you, nudging his head towards the hall.

"Uh, yeah. He's just a bit nervous about today." You reply, quietly suggesting something far less embarrassing than the idea of him masturbating in your house.

"Oh, I see. Poor kid, I hope he's ready for this. Cuz once we're in that truck, I ain't turnin' back unless someone's bleedin'." Wayne replies with a small chuckle. Though he can't imagine today is going to be easy for Eddie.

"He'll be fine. But I did have to force him out of bed." You reach for an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island, taking a large bite out of it. You imagine there won't be a lot of stops on this trip besides gas and the bathroom. So you'd better fuel up while you can.

"I'm sure you did, darlin'. I appreciate you getting him to stick with it, and for comin' along with us. There was a moment on the drive over where I debated turnin' right back around and callin' the whole thing off." Wayne says, putting his hand over yours in gratitude. You share a smile, and Mom pours you a cup of coffee. Milk and sugar, just how you like it.

"How about you, Y/N? Are you nervous about this trip?" Claudia asks, unwilling to hide the intense worry she feels about you going to a prison to visit a convicted man. Eddie's father or not, the idea scares her to death.

"I'm gonna be fine, Mom. I've never met the man, so I'm not afraid of him. Besides, Eddie needs me. That's what I'm choosing to focus on." You reply confidently, downing a good third of your coffee.

"That's a good mindset to have. Ah, speak of the devil." Wayne says as Eddie enters the room.

"You were talking about me? Only good things, I hope." Eddie grins, looking at you. You can see the post-orgasm flush all over his face, a light coat of perspiration glistening on his skin. Once again your mind drifts to dirty places, and you wish you could've seen the look on his face when he came.

You clear your throat to push the thought away, nodding your head. "Always, love. Feeling better?" You ask, reaching for his hand. He gladly gives it to you, running his thumb over your knuckles.

"Very much, babydoll." He replies with a knowing smile, recognizing the subtle motion you're making under the counter. Your thighs rubbing together, trying to relieve that pressure he knows all too well. Shit, he can feel himself getting hard again. You must have been thinking about him this whole time, picturing just how fucked he was for you, and his needy little noises.

"Alright, quit makin' eyes at each other. It's time to go." Wayne snaps you both out of it, your heads whipping in his direction. He laughs at your shocked expressions, praying to God he never becomes privy to whatever you were just thinking about. He does find it really sweet that you seem to be very much in love, Eddie's never been happier. Until you came around, he was worried about his nephew for a good while. He remembers the days where he couldn't get Edward out of bed for hours straight. He's certainly no psychologist, but some old war buddies of his used to do that before taking their own lives. He was scared to all hell that one day, he'd come home and find Eddie had done something similar to himself. But his nephew seems to have gotten a lot better, now that you've come into his life. Wayne only hopes that this relationship sticks, dreading the potentially fatal consequences if it doesn't.

"Sorry, Wayne. We're ready. Let's get this over with." Eddie sighs, taking his turn carrying the bags as you three head out to the truck. Claudia follows behind, giving all of you a big hug before setting off on your journey.

"Call me when you make it to the hotel, okay? And don't pick up any hitchhikers!" Mom says, struggling to keep her maternal impulses to a minimum.

"I will, and we'll be fine, Mom. We can't fit anyone else in the truck anyways." You calmly explain, before leaving her to sandwich yourself between Eddie and Wayne in the cab of the truck. Mom waves goodbye as Wayne pulls out of the driveway, and you all wave back to her.

"Alright, how 'bout some music?" Eddie says, flicking on the radio and tuning it to the rock station.

"Edward, you know the rules. Driver picks the music. And passengers shut their cake holes." Wayne retorts, flicking it back to the country station. "Besides, I raised you on this stuff. So don't pretend you don't like it." He glances at Eddie as he gets on the long road to leave Hawkins.

"Yeah, whatever." Eddie grumbles, leaning into you as he sulks.

"I like country, too, you know. Dolly Parton, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline. They're great, really." You say to Wayne, happy to have a little break from the rock n' roll. You enjoy really any kind of music, especially on a road trip. You can just stare out the window, and drift off to all kinds of places within your head. It's like two journeys in one.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you, Y/N. Got yourself a woman of taste, Edward." Wayne smiles as "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash comes on. The large sign announcing that you're now leaving Hawkins comes up on the right side of the road, and you fully settle into your seat. Your head rests on Eddie's shoulder, and you watch silently as the road unfolds before the three of you.

You make a pit stop about halfway through your trip, stretching your legs and getting a snack from the gas station. Wayne's filling up the truck, and Eddie went to go take a piss. You'd asked Wayne if he needed a map, but he insists that he still remembers the way from the last visit he'd made to the prison. It's been ten years, almost to the day, and he still recalls every turn and exit on this lengthy journey. It appears the roads don't change much when they lead to the dead end of society.

"You pick somethin' good, angel?" Eddie asks as he appears behind you.

"Um...still deciding." You say thoughtfully as he takes hold of your waist. You're stuck choosing between potato chips and trail mix. You've already picked out some sodas for the three of you. "Ugh, you pick. I can't make up my mind." You groan quietly, leaning backwards into him.

"Don't mind if I do, sweetheart." He kisses your cheek, reaching a hand forward to pick up a can of Pringles, and a pack of Hostess cupcakes. "Here. We'd better check out and get back out there. Wayne might just drive away without us."

"I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You ask jokingly.

"Well, I can't say I didn't think about climbing out the bathroom window and booking it. But then I thought about you, and I couldn't possibly leave you behind." He gives you another kiss, on your neck this time. You look around you, hoping to find no one else in your direct vicinity as Eddie's teeth latch on to your tender flesh. You gasp slightly, your grip tightening on the canned soda in your hands.

"Someone's needy." You quip, drawing a low chuckle from Eddie's throat.

"You have no idea, princess." He says seductively, before pulling away. "C'mon, let's pay and get outta here." It appears he's playing a certain game that you and him played at the very start of your relationship.

"Fuckin' tease." You mutter, walking hand in hand to the register.

"You know you love it." He replies with a grin, setting his items on the counter in front of the cashier. You do the same, and Eddie pulls out his wallet. He pays for the snacks, and you both head back outside where Wayne is waiting for you. You climb back into the truck, settling in for the second half of your trip.

"Took ya long enough. I was worried ya made a run for it." Wayne says, lighting up a smoke before pulling away from the pump. You and Eddie follow suit. You haven't had a cigarette all day, surprisingly enough.

"I considered it." Eddie says as he lights two cigs in his mouth. He hands one off to you, and you both inhale a deep drag.

"Well, I'm glad you thought better of it, Edward." Wayne replies, flicking his ash out the window. The radio begins to play "Old Records" by Margie Singleton, which just happens to be one of your favorites.

"Oh, man. I love this one." You say with a smile as the beginning notes fill the cab of the truck.

"It sure is a good one. Used to be Margaret's favorite." Wayne chuckles, recalling his sister-in-law singing along to the record back in the day. The good times, before she and Wilfred fell headfirst down the bottle together. Her velveteen voice used to coo the words to Eddie as a baby, up until he was about five years old. After that, the singing stopped entirely. The only kind of 'music' heard in the Munson household from then on was the landing of punches, dishes smashing against the walls, blood dripping onto the floor. You notice Wayne's face twisting slightly, as if the memory of Margaret is too painful to bear.

"I'm sorry. We can turn it off if it's too much." You say sympathetically, reaching for the dial. But Wayne puts his hand over yours to stop you, shaking his head.

"No, it's alright. It's been so long since I heard it last, I'm due to listen to it again." He sniffs, allowing Margie to sing sweetly to the three of you. It's about time he's able to associate the song with something positive, no longer tying it to lingering heartache and suffering.

"Okay." You reply, turning yourself slightly to cuddle up against Eddie. He's been pretty quiet, no doubt hearing this song again can't be easy for him either. "You okay, Eds?" You ask softly.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He says through a half-breath. His free hand strokes your hair, more as a way to keep himself from crying than anything else. He never thought he'd hear this song again, and it hurts like hell to know that his mom won't ever be the one singing it. Similarly to his uncle, Eddie longs for those brief years where he got to have the perfect family. His dad worked hard, hadn't thought to commit a single crime in his life. His mom was the perfect housewife, and an excellent cook. They went on family trips, though it was never anything fancy. Camping, cheap motels with swimming pools, an occasional state fair. But he didn't mind, all those places felt like goddamn Disneyland to him.

What's left of the song is spent smoking quietly, taking every lyric into close consideration. Bringing it up against all your pasts, presents, and futures. When you really think about it, the three of you have been through so much as individuals, though in very different ways. Life has put you through the wringer, and today surely won't be any easier. But you have each other, and that's all one can really ask for. Someone to hold your hand through the hard times, until the happy ones come along to give you a chance to breathe.

Thankfully the song finally changes to something far less heart-wrenching. "Jolene" by Dolly Parton, which sounds like the cheeriest song on the planet compared to the previous tune. The melancholy energy dissipates between you all, and you flick your spent butts out your respective windows before rolling them up. "C'mere, Y/N." Eddie says, turning himself in a way to lay his head against the door of the truck. He holds his arms out for you to put yourself against him. You slip into his embrace with ease, letting him hold you whichever way he likes.

"You tired, love?" You ask, noticing his drooping eyelids. He wasn't exactly keen on waking up so damn early. He's more of a night owl, a 'creature of the night', as he so eagerly describes himself at times.

"Mmhmm. Just cuddle me, princess. I need a nap if I'm gonna have the energy to deal with my dad today." Eddie says sleepily, letting his eyes fully close. The sun is thankfully shining in the other direction, he doesn't want anything to disturb him for a while.

"Anything you want, baby. I'm here for you." You coo to him, gently stroking his strong arms as they lay over you. The position is surprisingly comfortable, considering the very limited amount of space inside the vehicle. You can't resist allowing your own eyes to flutter shut, joining your love in his light slumber. Wayne glances over at the two of you, smiling happily at the affectionate image before him.The lull of the truck driving down winding roads and highways keeps you blissful and serene. Eddie's chest rises and falls gently beneath you, and the radio plays at the perfect volume to act as a relaxing soundtrack until you reach the hotel.

Before you know it, Wayne pulls into the parking lot of the Baymont Inn, killing the engine. Your eyes open at the sudden motion, looking around to see where you are. "Hey, sleepyhead. I'm gonna get us checked in. Be right back." Wayne says with a chuckle at your sleep-drenched expression. You nod in understanding of his words, still trying to fully wake up.

"Eds, wake up. We're at the hotel." You pat his arms gently, attempting to sit up. He groans in protest, tightening his grip on you. "Eddie, I'll give you some kisses if you get up." You sing-song at him, playing into his never-ending hunger for you. He perks right up at this, making you laugh at how quickly he pushes you off of him and turns you around. Your eyes meet his, sharing a small smile. "Hey there, handsome." You say softly.

"Hi, beautiful. I believe some kisses were promised to me." He smirks, leaning in to accept his reward. You meet him in the middle, giving him quick, repeated pecks on his plush lips. This soon turns into Eddie pulling you onto his lap, unable to help himself as he deepens the kisses and shoves his tongue in your mouth.

"Better be careful, your uncle will be back any minute." You warn as Eddie moves on to plant tiny butterfly kisses all over your neck. You can't help whimpering at the contact, it feels so nice.

"Baby, the goddamn Pope could catch us and it still wouldn't stop me." He says breathlessly as it's heating up significantly in here. His hands rest on your hips, guiding you to grind on him every so often. You take a turn now, marking up his throat with your teeth and tongue. He lets out the sweetest little noises while you do so, his palms moving to squeeze the rounds of your ass.

"Eddie." You moan, biting his skin harshly in response. The windows are fogging up, blocking out the world as you continue to turn up the temperature. You pull back and look at your handiwork, finding a dark purple bruise smack dab in the middle of his neck. Mine, you think to yourself. You love marking Eddie as your own, and he enthusiastically returns the favor every chance he gets. "I love you so much, baby." You murmur, giving him a warm kiss.

"I love you too, princess. I'm so glad you came here with me." He cups your cheek, resting his forehead against yours. You're both extremely wound up now, but you'll have to wait until later to act on your smoldering desire. You're content enough just to sit here in the summer humidity, baking in the truck as you hold each other tenderly.

You're startled by someone knocking on the driver's side window, but you can't see who it is. "Knock it off in there. Help me bring the bags in." Wayne says firmly, making you both blush hard at your antics. You separate yourselves, climbing out of the truck to assist him with the luggage. "Keep in mind we're sharin' a room, you two. I don't wanna hear any squeakin' bed springs tonight, if ya don't mind." He chuckles at your embarrassed expressions, shaking his head. Oh, to be young and in love again.

"Yes, Wayne." You both reply at the same time, following his lead to the room. He trails down the hall on the first floor, finding the room that corresponds to the number on the key in his hand. 113, right at the end of the hall and a couple doors down from the indoor pool. He slips the key in the lock, twisting it with ease. He lets the three of you in, and it's nicer than you expected. There's two large beds, a TV, a small coffee maker, and even a microwave. There's the typical little soaps in the bathroom, and perfectly folded towels. The window faces the parking lot, and there's thick curtains that block out every sliver of sunlight. You and Eddie set your bags down in one of the armchairs in the room, and plop down on the edge of the bed for a moment.

"Don't get too comfortable now. We should grab some lunch before we head to the prison." Wayne says, already going for the door. His demeanor has changed a little, becoming stiff and uptight. You suppose the rapidly approaching visit you have with Wilfred is starting to get to him. You share an odd look with Eddie, before getting off the bed together. He takes your hand in his, and you leave the room as soon as you entered. Wayne locks the door behind you, and you follow him out of the hotel and across the street to a Denny's. You can't help feeling uneasy yourself as you enter the diner. The last time you visited a Denny's, it ended in a bloodbath. Lucky for you, there's no old high school enemies to be found here. Those are all hours away, leaving you safe and sound in Michigan City.

A waitress shows you three to a booth in the back, walking away shortly after to allow you to look over the menus. "What are you gonna get, Eds?" You ask, cutting into the tense silence that's been bubbling within your group. Everyone's on edge, and from your extensive prior experience, that never ends well.

"I dunno, I'm not very hungry." Eddie says nervously. Every minute that passes means he's one step closer to being face to face with the man who tried to kill him.

"You've gotta eat somethin', Edward." Wayne says as he reads over the options himself.

"I know. I'm not a fuckin' child." Eddie grumbles, flipping through the sticky pages. You put a hand on his shoulder, drawing his eyes to you. He's wearing an irritated expression, a good helping of fear mixed in with it.

"Baby, relax. Everything is gonna be fine, okay?" You speak softly to soothe him.

He gives you a nod, forcing his shoulders to loosen up as they tensed to all hell just a moment ago. "Yeah." He replies simply, pasting on a small smile. It's really all he can manage at the moment, the gears in his head are shifting, slowly working their way towards total chaos. Hopefully, you can keep him grounded and avoid yet another crisis in your lives.

The waitress takes your order, and the food comes out about fifteen minutes later. You dig into your waffles, and Wayne has no issues consuming his country-fried steak. Eddie, however, is barely picking at his BLT. "Baby, what's wrong?" You ask, putting a bite of syrupy waffle into your mouth.

"I'm fine, love." He lies, picking up half of the sandwich and taking a large bite to shut you up. He doesn't want you to worry, it'll only make things worse. He chews slowly, the texture of the bacon making his stomach turn. It takes everything in him to swallow, his throat doesn't want to let the food go down. He forces it through anyway, and it hits his belly like a brick. Today is going to be even harder than he thought it would be.

"If you say so. You can still change your mind if you really want to. We could go back to the hotel and Wayne could go to the prison alone, no questions asked. But it's up to you, okay?" You know he's putting on a brave face. You've become pretty intuitive to Eddie's defense mechanisms, as he has done with yours. You don't blame him for hiding. His task would prove difficult for even the most iron-willed of men. You only hope he'll see it through, it's what's best for him.

Eddie's eyes flick to Wayne, who nods to affirm your statement. "I know. But I'm gonna do it. I'm not turning back now." He says stubbornly, making himself take another bite of his sandwich. He holds back a gag at the taste, this has got to be the most challenging meal of his life. Every chew seems to last an eternity, and every single atom of sustenance weighs a thousand pounds upon his jaw.

When you finish eating and the check comes around, Wayne pulls out his wallet. You try to pay for your share, but he insists that he's got it. He pays, and you go back across the street to load into the truck. Eddie's gone quiet again, though neither you or his uncle have much to say either. It only takes about ten minutes to reach the prison, and you can see it at the end of a long dirt road, looming over you like a gray giant. Eddie takes hold of your hand as you approach the gate, squeezing tightly. He's trembling, and you look up to see what's going on inside his head. His face remains stoic, however, giving you little indication of what he's thinking. You can certainly imagine it's not very pleasant.

"Get the ID's out, kids. Need to show 'em to the guard to get in." Wayne says, one hand leaving the wheel to dig out his license. You and Eddie do the same, and hand the little cards over to him. The truck stalls at the gate, and a burly man in a pressed uniform steps out of his little shack to greet you. He stands stout, his head barely reaching above the driver's side window.

"Welcome to Indiana State Prison. I assume you're here to visit an inmate?" The man says, looking over his aviators to give you all a curious glance.

"Yes, sir. We're here to see Wilfred Munson." Wayne replies cordially, handing over your identification for the guard to look over. The man inspects the cards, nodding his head as he finds them satisfactory.

"Alright, just follow the road down that way, and they'll have you check in at the front desk." The guard instructs as he gives the ID's back to Wayne.

"Thanks." Wayne replies, pressing on further into the belly of the beast. He parks as close to the front door as he can, and puts the truck in park. He turns to look at you and Eddie. "Okay, now there's a few rules you oughta follow while we're in there. Eddie, you probably remember, but Y/N doesn't know 'em."

"Okay." You nod, waiting to hear what these rules are.

"One, do everything the guards tell ya to the letter. They ain't fuckin' around in there. Don't question it, just do it. It's for your safety, and theirs. Two, don't let anyone give ya anything. It ain't likely we'll run into wandering inmates since we'll be in the infirmary, but it is a possibility. Three, now this is just more of a warnin' than anything else. Those men in there might say things to you, or make vulgar gestures. They don't see a lot of young ladies like yourself in there much. But just ignore them, they won't do nothin' to ya. Understand?" Wayne speaks seriously, and you listen closely to every word. You plan to follow his advice completely, it's clear to you that this place is not to be taken lightly.

"I understand, Wayne." You answer, giving an emphatic nod.

"Good. You ready, Eddie?" He asks his nephew, who has still managed to be practically mute through all of this. It's a bit jarring, given how much of a chatterbox he usually is.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Eddie flashes a weak smile, turning to open his door and step out into the June heat. You follow close behind as he's still gripping your hand for dear life. Wayne follows suit, and the three of you head to the entrance. Your boyfriend's feet stop a few feet away from it, however.

You look back at him from your couple steps of distance you'd made before he stilled you in your tracks. "Eddie, you okay?" You're sure he's tired of you asking him that a million different ways today. But you can't help it, you have to keep a close eye on him. He needs you to hold him to his promise, as he'd probably never fulfill it on his own.

"Y-Yeah. I just need a second." He replies shakily, swallowing a lump that's formed in his throat. He feels hot and clammy, his heart is racing. He's sweating profusely, and his stomach is doing somersaults. Alarm bells ring loudly in his head that going inside the prison will only end badly. It's like he can't fucking breathe. He might be having a panic attack. He imagines this is what you go through all the time, which only makes him feel more sorry for you than he did previously. He pushes through, ignoring all the warning signs as they flash behind his eyes. "Let's get this over with." He huffs the words out, and you finally head inside.

Wayne leads you through check-in, thankfully he's got the system down pat. The guards check you for weapons and contraband, and you fill out some simple forms. It's a very interesting, if not intimidating, process. It goes smoother than you expect, though Eddie seems to be struggling a little. His hand shakes terribly as he fills out the papers, and he can't help being a bit jumpy when the guard pats him down. Said guard gives him a suspicious look, but you kindly explain that he's just nervous about seeing his father. Your words seem to satisfy the man well enough, and he clears you three to go down to the infirmary.

A separate guard brings you down the long hallways of the prison, his shiny shoes clicking on the floor and his keys jingling with every step. This path takes you past rows and rows of cells filled with pent-up inmates, and they do exactly as Wayne said they might. Hooting and hollering, whistling at you, saying every vulgar thing you can possibly think of. But you do as Wayne told you, and completely ignore them. Head looking forward, no expression on your face as you follow the clicking and tinkling sounds before you. One inmate in particular tries to fling his semen at you, you don't even blink as it barely misses you by an inch. It splats onto the floor in front of your left foot, and you just step over it and keep going.

You maintain a strong hold of Eddie's hand the whole way. As much as you can pretend the rowdiness of the prisoners doesn't bother you on the outside, on the inside, you're pretty fuckin' scared. You've never heard so many men shout at you like this, especially not so loudly and lewdly. You feel like a piece of meat being stared down by a thousand hungry wolves. And you know if one of these cells wasn't fully locked, any one of these men could do unspeakable things to you. You don't honestly think it's every single one participating, but you know better than to look their way and check.

"Alright, you have one hour. I'll be standing right outside, in case ol' Willy tries anything. He's a slippery fucker, even though he's on death's door." The guard, who's name tag reads 'Hill', says as you approach the double doors of the infirmary. The windows are frosted glass, you suppose for patient privacy. Well, as much privacy as a patient can get when they're incarcerated. "Now, I suggest you stay in the chairs as we have them arranged in the room, but it's up to you if you want to take the risk." Hill says, opening one of the doors to let you inside.

You step into the room, checking your surroundings. There's five beds in a neat row against the wall, only one of which is occupied. There's a thin curtain drawn around it, which you suspect is where Wilfred is. There's a strong smell of bleach and an overall medicinal scent in here, overwhelming your nostrils. The beep of machines running is the only sound once your footsteps have stilled. The windows at the back wall are frosted over like the doors, with thick steel bars secured over them. A petite nurse sits at a small station in the corner of the room, and she smiles when she notices your presence. "Hello, I'm nurse Gina. I was told you'd be coming. Let me just see if he's awake. He spends most of his time sleeping now." The woman says kindly, getting off of her stool to check on her patient. She steps inside the curtain, not quite revealing the man to you yet. "Mr. Munson, your family is here to see you." She says softly, and you hear a rough cough follow it.

"Oh, good. I've been waitin' for 'em. Thank you, Gina." You hear a gruff voice say, the exact one you remember hearing on the phone, and in your dream.

"Okay." She replies, and the scraping of the curtain rings running along their track fills the still air as she reveals the dying man to you. It goes quicker than you expect, and once again you're faced with the spitting image of the man you recall from your nightmare. But he's far less threatening in real life. His hair and skin look as you imagined, but his body is even thinner. You can see his skull hiding just beneath his flesh, and his arms are just as skeletal. His lower half is covered by a thick knit blanket, and he's hooked up to various monitors, an oxygen tank, and an IV.

His glassy eyes meet the three of you lazily as you stand in an awkward huddle by the door. He seems to be barely holding on to consciousness, and he gives you an odd look as he doesn't recognize you. His gaze lands on Eddie, and his chapped lips pull up into a sickly smile. "Long time no see, Edward. You've certainly grown up." Wilfred says weakly. You check Eddie's face to see how he's reacting to this, and your eyes widen at what you find. He's even more pale than his dad, and he's slicked in sweat. He's breathing heavily, and his eyes refuse to leave his father's. You know exactly what's happening, only because you've experienced it yourself so many times.

"Shit. Um, Gina? Can you get us a glass of water, and a trash can, please?" You ask as calmly as you can, and then you look at Wayne. "Can you get a chair over here, Wayne? I think he might pass out."

"You got it, kiddo." Wayne says, quickly bringing one of the three chairs positioned at the bedside over to where you're stuck in place.

"Sit down, Eds. And breathe." You lead Eddie to sit down, and his ass plops down roughly into the plastic seat. The metal legs scrape backwards along the floor an inch at the impact. He doesn't feel faint now, but he still can't look away from his dad. You kneel before him and take his head in your hands, forcing him to break his terrified stare. "Baby, look at me." His pupils finally roll to you, but he's still breathing rapidly. "It's gonna be okay, just relax. Don't look at him, look at me. I'm right here, and he can't hurt you. Okay?" He nods, and Gina comes over with the items you requested.

"Is he going to be alright?" She asks, looking very concerned for your boyfriend's wellbeing.

"Yeah. It's just a panic attack. I get them all the time, I know what to do." You decide to turn his chair to face the wall, letting Eddie pretend his father isn't here right now. You hand him the glass of water, and put the trash can in his lap for the inevitable vomiting that will surely come soon. "Just breathe, love. It's okay." You continue to comfort him, holding his free hand as he sips on the water.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really thought I could do this." Eddie croaks, a few tears beginning to prick his eyes. He really doesn't want to break down like this. Not in front of his dad, or Wayne, or this random nurse. It's so embarrassing. But he can't help it, this whole situation is just too much.

"Hey now, it's alright. I still think you can, Eddie. You're so brave for even stepping foot inside this prison, and coming into this room, and looking your father in the eyes. You don't have to do anything else if you don't want to. But I think you've already done the hardest part, which was coming here in the first place." You speak soothingly to him, slowly calming his nerves.

"I ain't gonna bite ya, Ed. Shit, I can barely scratch my own ass." Wilfred pipes up from the bed, a slight wheeze in his voice as he pushes each word from his lips. Your own eyes sweep to look at the sickly man again, and you're met with pupils that honestly freak you the hell out. There's nothing outright malicious about them, but they feel...untrustworthy, somehow. You can't quite put your finger on it, but this makes you very wary about how this visit might pan out. "So, you must be Eddie's little girlfriend, hm? The girl who picked up the phone and had the nerve to hang up on me?" The frail man questions, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Yes, I'm Y/N." You answer, not really sure what else to say.

"Y/N? That's a pretty name, and you're real easy on the eyes, too. You sure know how to pick 'em, Edward." Again, the man's words come out in a way that reads all wrong. Is he trying to be nice? Or is he insulting you? You've never had such trouble knowing if you should trust an individual than you do right now. You decide to take anything he says with a grain of salt, and keep your distance at Correctional Officer Hill's behest.

"Thanks." You say hesitantly, returning your attention to Eddie. "You feeling a little better?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay. I don't think I'll be needing this." He replies, setting the trashcan on the floor. He gulps down the rest of his water, finding every last drop to be the most refreshing thing he's ever drunk. Gina takes the cup for him, and he stands to face his father again. "Hi." He addresses the bedridden man, a lot less scared than he was before.

"It's been ten years, and that's all ya got? 'Hi'?" Wilfred asks, his eyes narrowing slightly at his son.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me try again." Eddie scoffs, clearing his throat into his fist. He puts on an exaggerated expression of sadness, before speaking in a sarcastic tone. "Hey dad, I've missed you so much. It's been so long since you tried to kill me. I'm sorry that you're dying. I haven't thought about the years of abuse you've put me through AT ALL! Is that better?" He ends flatly, crossing his arms as he drops the act. You and Wayne just look at him in shock. You definitely didn't expect him to behave like this. You don't necessarily find it wrong, Wilfred clearly didn't think Eddie's initial greeting was enough. You suspect a genuinely emotional and sincere one wouldn't satisfy the man, either.

"Jesus, Ed." Wayne shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Wil." He apologizes to his brother for Eddie's outburst.

"No, no. It's alright, ‘spose I earned that one." Wilfred sighs, backing down. Eddie's eyes widen at his surrender, that's never happened before. He doesn't know how to react, so he just keeps quiet. "C'mon now, we don't have much time. Please, sit with me." Wilfred asks politely, addressing all three of you now. Wayne takes the chair back over to the place it had been originally at the side of the bed. He sits closest to his brother, leaving the other seats open for you and Eddie.

"C'mon, Eds. It's okay." You pat his hand, pulling him along to sit in the chair on the end. You figure Eddie doesn't want to be very close to his dad, though he'd never admit it.

"So, what have ya been up to, kid? You stayin' outta trouble?" Wilfred asks, coughing loudly afterwards. Gina instinctively gets up to grab him some water, setting the cup on his lap table with a straw. "Thank you, Gina." He smiles at her, which she kindly returns. He sits up as far as he can, which is only about two inches, even with his bed raised upright. He takes a small sip from his cup, swallowing thickly.

"I've, uh...been alright. I work at a movie theater in Hawkins, and I've been dating Y/N for three and a half months." Eddie replies softly, fumbling over his words. His eyes flick rapidly between Wilfred and the floor. This whole interaction is so surreal. It's taken ten whole years and a lethal dose of cancer for his dad to actually give a shit about his life and well-being.

"Wow, that long already? When's the wedding?" Wilfred jokes, letting out a hoarse laugh.

"A bit early for that. Don't ya think, Wil?" Wayne pipes up, attempting to mediate and prevent any arguments.

"Not if he knocks her up, Wayne." The sick man replies, his eyes shifting to you again. It's like he's waiting for you to respond to that statement, looking for a particular reaction. Is he really spending the last visit he'll ever have with his family to grill you about dating his son?

"I can assure you I'm not going to end up pregnant, Mr. Munson. I know how to take care of myself." You say as nicely as you can, holding back the immense impulse to rip him a new one for being so crude.

"My, she sure talks real sweet, huh? I see why you like her, Edward. Mr. Munson, so polite. What are you wastin' your time on a kid like Eddie for? You could have any young man you want." Dying or not, Wilfred is seriously getting on your nerves. He simultaneously talks about you like you're not here, and then asks you insulting questions.

You cross your arms, taking on a more pissed-off stance. "I don't think I'm wasting my time at all. Eddie is sweet, and kind, and everything I want in a partner. I love him, and I don't think we need your input on our relationship." You speak firmly, allowing a bit of anger to slip into your tone. Wilfred snorts, finding your attitude quite entertaining. Ugh, seriously? Fuck this guy.

"Ouch, pussycat's got claws! Looks like someone hasn't been put in her place yet." The old man chuckles, which just makes you seethe with rage. Eddie was right, this was a stupid idea. This man hasn't changed, and you've just provided him with a new target.

"That's enough, dad. Leave Y/N alone. She only came here to support me, but you don't need to say another goddamn word to her." Eddie says angrily. He's allowed you to hold your own for a moment, partially because he's still adjusting to this situation. He knows you aren't afraid of his father, you have no reason to be. But he refuses to hear anymore of this. He won't let anyone talk to you in such a disrespectful way.

"Gee, and I was worried she's the one wearing the pants in this relationship." Wilfred retorts, still spitting his insolent bile.

"Wil, please. This ain't what we're here for." Wayne interjects as he tries to control the situation.

"He started it!" Wilfred scoffs, pointing a finger in Eddie's direction. Like a child caught fighting with their sibling.

"He was just bein' honest, Wil. You damn well know that. You said you wanted to apologize to him before you kick the bucket, and that's the only reason we're here. Not to listen to your insults, or to start new fights. So, say your goddamn piece, and we'll get the fuck outta here." Wayne stands his ground, more furious than you've ever seen him. He's spent too many years, too many late nights, trying to help Eddie deal with the after-effects of the awful abuse he suffered at the hands of his parents. He's not gonna let his brother reopen all those old wounds, shoving more pain and poison inside them to hurt Eddie even further. And he certainly doesn't need to hear him say rude things to you, as you haven't done a damn thing to this man.

"Alright, alright. Shit, I didn't realize you'd gotten so soft, Wayne. I take it all those years in the Army didn't stick." Wilfred sighs, crossing his arms. Does he seriously think that last sentence was called for? That it wasn't meant to be hurtful? Or does he just not give a shit? You've genuinely never seen a man, a parent, act in such a way to his own family. He's quick with the jabs, going for the jugular like it means absolutely nothing. What a piece of work.

You look at Wayne, who's got his head bowed slightly as his face burns red. His fists ball at his sides, it's taking everything in him to not blow up on his brother. Eddie, on the other hand, wastes no time in coming to his uncle's defense. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Eddie shouts, standing up out of his seat. The plastic chair flips over onto the floor, clattering loudly.

"Eddie一" You try to grab his arm, to stop him from doing something he'll regret. But he just looks at you with furious eyes, the same eyes he gave you when Wayne first asked for this favor. You let him go, nodding your head slowly. You know he has to do this, to let everything out in the open so he can move on. He walks closer to the bedside, leaning over the old man slightly. Wilfred's eyes widen at Eddie's rage, he's never seen his son so willing to stand up to him. Eddie breathes heavily in his face, keeping his hands down to avoid hitting his father.

"You're such a fucking asshole, you know that? You drank through most of my childhood, and you dragged Mom down with you. You beat the shit outta me, starved me, locked me in my room for days on end. Then you got yourself locked up in here by lying, and stealing, and killing." Eddie practically spits the words down onto his dad, holding back the intense urge to vomit all the while. He can't take this abuse anymore, but he's still shaking like a leaf on the inside.

You watch on wordlessly as your boyfriend shouts the dying man down, like he's a boogeyman who's powers don't work anymore. Your eyes meet Wayne's for a moment, who looks just as surprised as you. You knew this day wouldn't be easy, far from it. But you certainly didn't expect this. Eddie continues, his volume raising as he goes on. He gestures behind him at his uncle as he speaks. "And Wayne is the only person that would take me in. He stepped up when he didn't have to. He took me to school, and fed me, and made sure I had clean clothes and a roof over my head. He's supported my hobbies, and my relationships. He's been more of a father to me than you'll ever be!" Eddie brings his arm back to point a finger in Wilfred’s face. "And I'm not gonna sit here while you shit on the people I love! You can be the same miserable bastard all you want, your time is up pretty fuckin' soon anyway. But I'm done being afraid of you. I'm done playing into your games. I'M DONE being unhappy because of your bullshit!" He screams in his dad's face, causing the old man to flinch. Wilfred's boney hands come up defensively, shielding his chest from any potential blows.

"Alright, I think that's enough." Gina cuts in, walking over to move Eddie away from the bed. She puts a hand on his arm, which he quickly whips away.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!” Eddie yells, making Gina recoil from him. “We were just leaving." He says, backing away from the bed a couple steps. He looks down at Wilfred again, who's still cowering from his outburst. "Who's gone soft now, Wilfred?" He asks snarkily, before turning away.

"I just hope you won't regret speaking to me this way, Edward. I'm still your father, whether you like it or not." Wilfred says softly, a last-ditch effort at a guilt trip.

Eddie slowly turns his head to look back at his withering father. "I won't lose any sleep over it. I'd say we're just about even, don't you think?" A satisfied smile spreads across his lips, the relief he's been waiting for all these years washing over him. He turns away for the final time, walking to you to take your hand. You stand to meet him, ready to get the hell out of here. "C'mon, angel. Let's go home." He says sweetly to you, and you nod in reply. Wayne follows close behind, and you leave the infirmary without another word.

CO Hill leads you back to the entrance, once again past all those rowdy inmates. But you can't even hear them now, you feel a massive amount of inner strength radiating between your little group. The issue of Wilfred is finally put to rest. The old man hasn't changed, and never will. Eddie got to let the anger and resentment go once and for all. And now you all have a chance to move forward, putting your worries behind you. You walk outside, and Eddie suddenly drops your hand. You look up to see why, and he's currently running to the trash can beside the doors to throw up. He grips the sides of the can, and his stomach empties into it violently.

You quickly go to him to make sure he's alright. "You okay, Eds?" You ask, putting your hand on his back. He nods through his retching, and you just stand here with him until he's done. He spits into the can, wiping his mouth. "Better?" You question, swiping away the sweat on his forehead with your hand.

"Fuck yeah, you have no idea." He lets out a sigh of relief, smiling happily when the decades-old weight falls from his shoulders. He doesn't have to worry about his dad anymore. Soon, the bastard will be dead. And even more than that, he's no longer the scary monster he once was.

"Good." You mirror his sunshiney expression, giving him a warm kiss.

"Let's get a move on, kids. I dunno 'bout you, but I need a drink." Wayne calls from the other side of the lot, already standing outside his pickup truck.

"Yes, please!" You exclaim, pulling Eddie along to get in the truck. You all buckle your seatbelts, and set on a quest to find the nearest bar.

Part 20.2: Hooked On A Feeling

Wayne drives the three of you around, looking for a local watering hole to toss back a couple drinks in after your ordeal. He makes a few turns, and you keep your eyes peeled for any bar or pub you can find. "How about this one? Looks like they serve food, too." You point out a shabby little building at the end of the block you've been riding down. A faded sign sits on the side facing you, '4-Stop Bar & Grill' in bold letters with a crumbling picture of a burger next to it. It doesn't look like much, but you'll take anything you can get at this point.

"Good enough for me." Wayne smiles, pulling over to park parallel to the building. Brown-painted wood paneling goes halfway up the boxy structure, the other half covered with cracked plastic siding. The front door has three little square windows on the top, middle, and bottom of it, giving you ample glimpses of the activities inside. There's quite a few people in there, some playing pool, others leaning on the bartop, and a rather wasted couple making out against the jukebox. The age range is a bit on the older side, and nearly everyone has a cigarette in their hand. This will be the first time you've actually gone to a bar, you haven't been 'legal' all that long and you've never been one to want to go out drinking. But this afternoon certainly calls for it, requires it, even.

You hop out of the truck, walking with the two men to go up the short steps and enter the bar. You're immediately hit with a thick blanket of smoke, and the stench of beer and whiskey. The jukebox blares Def Leppard into your ears, and you get a few odd looks from the locals. Eddie finds a small table in the corner, just big enough for the three of you. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart?" He asks as you sit down, gesturing at the bar.

"Um...I'm not really sure. I've never really done this before." You say bashfully, feeling a few pairs of judging eyes on you from the other patrons.

"That's okay, I'll bring you something good." He gives you a kind smile, trying to assure you that you don't need to be self-conscious. "Wayne?" He looks to his uncle.

"Beer, please. I don't care what kind, s'long as it's in a bottle." Wayne replies, and Eddie nods and heads over to the counter. "You holdin' up alright? Things got pretty intense back there." Wayne speaks to you, shouting over the music.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was more worried about you and Eddie. Are you alright? I’m sure that wasn't easy for you." You reply, resting your hands on the sticky table nervously. You hope Wayne isn't upset with Eddie, or Wilfred. The whole thing was kind of a mess, and you're sure he wanted to have a real goodbye.

"Well, it went 'bout as good as I thought it would. I wish it went better, of course. But at least it's clear to us all now that Wilfred ain't worth the last bit of breath he has. Not much to be done about it now, 'cept wait for his ashes to come in the mail." Wayne replies calmly, if not with a tinge of regret. He supposes he could've saved everyone the trouble and told his brother to go fuck himself. But the man sounded so sad on the phone, like he was genuinely sorry for the pain he had caused. Wilfred played him like a fiddle, and Wayne will never forgive him for that.

"I guess. I'm still sorry that he lied to get you both here. That was a nasty thing to do." You place your hand over his, hoping to provide some comfort to the man. He nods in acknowledgement of your words, just as Eddie returns with the drinks.

"Beer for you, Wayne." Eddie places the glass bottle in front of his uncle. "And I got us each a Jack and Coke. I hope that's okay." He looks to you, handing you your glass.

"Sounds great, love." You take a sip from the thin straw poking out the top of the drink, slurping down a decent mouthful of the brown liquid. It's sweet, and fizzy, and just strong enough to wash away the stress of today. "It's perfect, Eds. Thank you." You give him a light kiss after he sits down.

"You're welcome, princess." He reciprocates your affection, having already taken a big swig from his own drink on the way over here. It's swirling around his head already, given that his stomach was previously emptied after the visit. He attempts to deepen the kiss, but you show restraint as you are far from alone right now. You gently push on his chest, and he takes the hint.

"Slow down, baby. We'll have time for that later." You say lowly, running your hand up Eddie's thigh to tease him. You certainly want to enjoy your time here, the place is decent enough to hang out in for a while. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to sneak off to the undoubtedly filthy bathroom in the back of the bar and fuck him silly.

"Mm, what if I don't wanna wait?" He chuckles darkly, his eyes glazing over with lust while your hand continues to travel towards his crotch. You hold intense eye contact with one another, totally ignoring your surroundings. Luckily, Wayne has wandered off to put a couple coins into the jukebox to play something he'd like.

"Well, the way I see it, you have two options. One, you be a good boy for me and be patient. And in return, you'll get anything you want. Two, you disobey me, and you'll get nothing. Your choice, Eds. I just hope you'll make the right one." You speak seductively, squeezing his erection through his jeans.

"Fuck, you're killin' me, baby." Eddie says through a quiet moan. "But I'll be patient. I need you so bad, I'm not gonna risk getting nothing at all." You love just how much he craves you, the desperation in his voice causing arousal to spread between your legs.

"Mhm, good boy." You reward his obedience with a flaming kiss on his throat, his eyes falling closed at the contact on his sweet spot. You let out a light laugh when you pull away, feeling insanely satisfied with yourself. Eddie's putty in your hands at this point, eager and willing to do anything you say.

"You two done necking yet?" Wayne asks when he returns to the table. He had thankfully walked away when he noticed you two heating up again. He doesn't blame you one bit, he used to be exactly the same when he was your age. He just really doesn't want to see it, it's highly uncomfortable for him.

"Yeah. Sorry." Eddie exhales heavily, failing to fight the crimson blush overtaking his cheeks. A tinge of pink colors your own, but you feel far less ashamed than he does. It's probably the booze, one sip is all it takes for your inhibitions to fly out the window.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I used to be like that with Madeline back in the day." Wayne replies with an understanding smile.

"Who's Madeline?" You ask, never having heard the name before.

"She was a very special woman, Y/N. I'd met her back in my school days, ya know, the time of the dinosaurs." Wayne jokes, making you and Eddie laugh. "We got engaged right out of high school, got a little place to start a family. We were happy." His face falls a little as he pauses, as does Eddie's. He's heard this story many times, but it never gets easier to listen. "But, uh...I got drafted into the war just after she fell pregnant. She wrote me lots of letters, and I wrote even more back to her. The war was awful, I'm sure you know that from your schoolin'. Horrors and atrocities I'm not gonna get into now, or maybe ever. But the thing is, I was busy fightin' for my life when Madeline went into labor." He pauses again, his eyes tearing up a little as his voice begins to break.

"You don't have to do this now, Wayne. It's been a long day." Eddie tries to stop him, this story always makes his uncle so sad. Even decades afterwards, Wayne's heart only beats for Madeline.

"No, it's alright. Y/N asked, so I'm gonna tell her. I didn't find out 'til almost a month later, that she'd died when givin' birth to our son. The baby was...stillborn, too. Her parents tried to reach me, but it was damn near impossible at the time. I missed the funeral, I didn't even get to go home and say good-bye." He lets out a choked sob, taking a swig of his beer afterwards. "I finished out my time, and was sent home with a couple decorations. I sure as shit didn't feel like I earned 'em. I went back to our little place, and broke down when I saw the crib we'd picked out just before I left." He tries to continue, but he can't. It's still too much, even after all these years.

"Wayne, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked." You apologize profusely, feeling terrible for asking about his lost love at all.

"No, no. Don't apologize, darlin'. I brought her up. Seein' you two together just reminds me of her so much, and what we could've had." Wayne wipes his eyes, taking a deep breath with a loud exhale. He lifts his bottle to take another gulp, only to find it empty. "Shit, I need another drink. You two want anything? Burger, or somethin'?"

"Burgers would be wonderful. Thank you." You reply politely, looking at him with sympathy. He nods, heading on his way to put the order in.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, Y/N. He insisted on telling his story." Eddie puts a hand on your back, noticing your sullen expression.

"I'm trying not to. I just can't imagine how heartbroken and lonely he must be. Has he...dated at all? Even when you were younger?" You can't help being a little curious. Over twenty years is a long time to be on your own like that, without any companionship.

"Not really. There were a couple women every now and then, but they never stayed around long. Whenever I asked why the 'nice lady' wouldn't be coming around anymore, he always said 'There's only one woman for me, Ed. And she's waitin' for me when the time is right for us to be together again.' He definitely buys into that whole 'heaven' thing, and for his sake, I hope he's right." Eddie downs the rest of his drink, hissing slightly after he swallows. The bartender was a little heavy-handed with the whiskey.

"Well, it's very sweet, for what it's worth." You say simply, ready to change the subject. Eddie leaves for a refill, coming back shortly with a second drink for you as well. "Jeez, Eds. Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"More like I'm trying to get me drunk. Well...buzzed, at least." He smirks, taking another large sip.

"Alright, just don't get sloppy, baby. I need you in peak form tonight." You say as you bite your lip suggestively.

"Anything for you, my sexy girl." He gives you another kiss, and this time you can't help leaning into it. Wayne's still waiting at the counter for your burgers, and he's chatting up a couple guys wearing Vietnam veteran hats. Eddie's hand cradles the back of your head, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. The taste of cola and whiskey travels between you in varying degrees of aroma, your heads turning every so often to change up the angle.

"Mmm." You hum into the kiss. You're definitely feeling the booze big-time, you've gotta pace yourself if you want things to go according to plan. You pull away again, licking the stinging sweetness from your lips. "Naughty boy, I ought to punish you for that." You playfully swat his thigh, just a couple inches away from where he wants you most right now.

"Sorry, darling. It won't happen again." He says without a hint of remorse in his voice.

"Yeah, right! You know you can't resist me. I bet you're thinking of all the filthy things you wanna do to me right now." You can't stop toying with him, it's just too damn easy to rile him up.

"Like what?" Eddie asks, wanting to hear you verbalize all the dirty thoughts currently swimming around inside his mind.

"Okay, I'll tell you. But we gotta be quiet, I think Wayne will be back soon." You speak lowly, beckoning him closer with your finger so you can talk into his ear. He does as you ask without thinking. "You wanna touch me, baby?"

"Uh-huh." He says breathily, wanting you to continue.

"You want to kiss every inch of me? Put your fingers inside my pussy? I'm already so wet for you, Eddie." You can't believe how dirty you're being in such a busy place, but you definitely don't want to stop. Eddie mumbles an affirmative reply, his cock straining in his pants at your every word. "I bet you wanna taste me so bad right now, huh? Dive headfirst between my thighs? Make me scream your name? Fuck, your tongue is almost magic sometimes." You notice you're breathing heavier than usual, this plan of yours to make him lose control is backfiring. You just want to knock him over in his chair and ride him right now.

"I want it all, princess. Tell me more." He pleads, his mouth sitting agape as you delight him with your salacious phrases.

"You want me to suck your cock, take you deep in my throat like a good little slut?" You take his earlobe between your teeth for a moment, but pull away when a wrinkly woman a couple tables down from you glares in your direction. You clear your throat, the reality of where you are coming back into focus. You finish your first drink, and take a couple gulps of your second.

"Pace yourself, sweetheart. Because there's no way I'm not fucking your brains out tonight after all that." He chuckles darkly, planting an innocent kiss on your cheek as Wayne returns with the burgers. He sets the little plastic baskets in front of you, and you waste no time digging into the greasy food within.

"Damn, you two are hungrier than I thought!" Wayne laughs, picking up his own sandwich. You both just nod, munching down bite after bite and shoving fries in your face. Neither of you can help yourselves, all your teasing has made you unbearably ravenous. You're just hoping that the food will satisfy you long enough to make it back to the hotel.

Once you've gobbled up every last bite, and finished your second drink, you and Eddie head over to the pool table to play a few games to pass the time. You take a couple pool cues from the rack on the wall, and Eddie sets the balls up. "You know how to play, sweetheart?" He asks while rolling the stripes and solids in the triangular rack to align them.

"Yeah, I used to have a friend that owned a table. Well, her parents did, anyway. But we played all the time at sleepovers. And that's how I know I'm gonna kick your ass at this game." You can't hide the shit-eating grin that spreads across your lips.

"Someone's feelin' cocky today." Eddie scoffs, lifting the rack away from the balls as they're formed in a perfect inverted pyramid.

"No, just confident, baby." You retort. "You wanna go first? Give you a little head start before I wipe the floor with you?" Your competitive side is coming out to play, and Eddie has no idea what he's gotten himself into.

"Alright, I will. I'm afraid that means you won't get a turn at all. You're not the only one that kicks ass at this game." Eddie joins in on your light trash-talk, he's never one to back down from a challenge.

"We'll see about that." You reply, moving over to let him take the first shot. He pulls the cue back in his grip, hitting the white ball expertly. It rolls to make contact with the others, and sends them shooting in all directions. He pockets one of the stripes, already off to a good start. He goes on to sink three more before he misses a shot, which makes you a bit nervous.

"You're up, sweetheart." Eddie smirks, standing out of your way.

"What was that again about me 'not getting a turn'?" You tease, getting into position. He watches you lean over the table, unable to resist looking at your ass. You aim for a pocket in the corner with two solid balls just waiting to be sunk at the same time. You take the shot, and sure enough, you make both of them fall into the little round hole. One by one, you sink every last ball while Eddie watches on wordlessly. He's never seen someone be so good at this game, making flawless shots every single time. Other patrons of the bar have been watching you as well, their eyes widening as you effortlessly put down every ball you aim at. You're down to the eight now, calling the center-left pocket. Just like every other ball, you sink it like it means absolutely nothing.

"Damn, angel! How'd you do that?" Eddie asks, walking over to wrap his hands around your waist.

You shrug, wearing a smug smile. "It's just simple physics, Eds."

"Is that so? Is a certain sexy bookworm using her education to her advantage?" He chuckles darkly, setting your cues on the table and pulling you into him.

"You know what they say, baby, knowledge is power." You put your hands on his shoulders as you lean in to give him a kiss.

While you've been playing, Wayne's kept himself occupied by talking to his fellow veterans again. They've taken up the empty seats at your table now, holding ice cold beers in their fists, filterless smokes perched on their lower lips. You're glad he's had some people more in his age range to talk to, you doubt he enjoys conversing with twenty-somethings very much. "That was pretty impressive, Y/N. Never seen anyone play like that before." You hear Wayne's voice behind you, he'd left the table to check on you both.

You pull away from Eddie's plush lips, turning your head to look at his uncle. "Thank you, I've had lots of practice."

"You trying to get outta here, Wayne?" Eddie asks. He doesn't necessarily want to leave yet, this place actually isn't half-bad. But today has been a lot for his uncle, and it would be perfectly reasonable if he wanted to go back to the hotel and rest.

"No, no." Wayne shakes his head. "I've got one more drink in me, and I know you're havin' a good time. I'll wait around, I've found a way to entertain myself. Just come find me when you wanna leave." He smiles at you, turning to go back to his temporary new group of friends.

"Will do." Eddie replies, watching with concerned eyes as his uncle works his way back to the vets at the table. He looks at you again, smiling. "So, how 'bout a rematch?"

"You got it, love. You wanna get us another round?" You're still riding the gentle wave of whiskey currently running through your veins. But you know just one more drink will put you at the exact level of intoxication to make your little dip in the hotel pool all the more fun.

"Anything for you, babydoll. I'll be right back." He squeezes your hips, before stepping past you to go to the bar. You turn and watch him walk over, your eyes glued to his perfect ass. The bandana in his pocket sways as he walks, his footfalls purposeful and confident. You lean back against the pool table, fully intending to enjoy the view. His hand raises to get the bartender's attention, his rings glinting in the yellowed light. The burly man behind the bar nods in his direction, and Eddie leans on his elbows while he waits.

He senses your eyes burning into the back of his head, peeking behind to meet your lustful stare. His breath catches at your shameless ogling, and he can't help biting on his lip at what must be going through your head right now. Fuck, she's gonna make me lose it if she keeps staring like that. My sexy girl, already makin' a meal out of me. Eddie turns back around as he smirks, getting lost in his own thoughts for a moment. His heart is racing again, but this time it's for a much more pleasant reason. He can't wait to get you back to the hotel, and have you in every way you'll let him. The bartender hands off his drinks, and he returns to you while you continue to watch his every move. "Here ya go, princess." He says sweetly as he hands you your glass.

"Thanks, love." You take a large sip, before setting the glass on the ledge of the table. His drink joins yours a second later. Eddie puts his hands on either side of your butt, resting against the hard plastic. His body moves between your legs, and he leans in real close to say something undoubtedly filthy to you.

"Drink up, sweetheart. 'Cuz I need to get you alone as soon as possible." He says lowly, giving you that infamously mischievous smile.

"And why is that?" You ask slyly, meeting him in the middle. Your lips are only an inch or so from his, just waiting for a burning kiss.

"So I can absolutely ruin you." The dark tone in his voice sends a flare of arousal through you, radiating from between your thighs. His lips press into yours, slow like molasses. He's biding his time, wanting to drive you wild with the simplest of touches. He kisses you just long enough to steal your breath away, leaving you wanting more. "I'll rack up the balls, angel. And I have a feeling I'm gonna win this time." He goes to set up the next game, and you continue sitting here, absolutely speechless. You need a minute to regain your composure, as your only current impulse is to latch onto Eddie and never let go.

"Fuck." You mutter under your breath. You pick up your drink, knocking back the rest of it in one gulp. You inhale sharply at the sting of the alcohol rushing down your throat, wiping away a stray drop that's run down your chin.

"You alright there, Y/N?" You hear Eddie chuckle behind you, he knows exactly what he's doing. He's trying to make you crazy, sure. You've been doing the same thing to him all day. But he's also trying to trip you up in your next round of pool. And you can't have that. You fix your face, plastering on the most confident smile you can muster. You'll gladly let Eddie win when it comes to dominating you in bed, but right now, you are the master.

"All good, Eds. Ready to lose again?" You turn to face him, appearing completely unphased. You pick up your cue, giving him no indication of how hot and bothered you truly are.

"Pretty sure I win either way, princess. But by all means, I'll happily watch you beat me a second time. You're very sexy when you get competitive." He replies with a satisfied smirk. You've got a pretty good poker face, but he still sees right through you. He removes the rack from the balls, and takes his place to go first again. He doesn't pot anything, which leaves you wide open to choose any shot you like. "Damn." He mumbles, moving out of your way.

"You sure you aren't letting me win? I'd be very insulted if you were." You question, quirking an eyebrow in his direction. Despite his misstep after his fourth shot in the last game, he's still a solid player. You can't help wondering if he purposely left the table wide open for you.

"I would never be so patronizing. Just a bit of bad luck." Eddie shrugs, though he understands your doubts. He's sure you've had other guys insult your intelligence by pulling such a low tactic. Little did they know, you're way too smart to fall for it.

"Okay, good. Now I'll be able to enjoy it when I totally cream you." You giggle, getting into position for your first shot.

"Last I checked, I'm the one who does the creaming." Eddie quips.

"Eddie!" You gasp before laughing with him.

"What? It's true!" He chuckles, knowing damn well you love it when he says things like that.

"I know, but did you have to say it so loud?" You ask. You're trying so hard to get it together, you notice a few people around the bar looking at you both in distaste. Nevermind the couple still heavily necking and groping against the jukebox. You assume crude comments are where the local barflies draw the line.

"Aw, is someone getting embarrassed, baby?" He teases, his tongue playing at the corner of his mouth. God, you love it when he does that. You swear his tongue spends half of its existence stuck out in some way, it's a wonder it never dries out.

"No, but I need to concentrate. I have a feeling we're hogging the table." You reply, turning your attention to the task at hand, royally beating Eddie's ass. He looks around the room, noticing some other patrons looking a bit anxious to have a turn. They're big, burly men with long beards. Confederate flags adorn their shirts and ball caps, and one of them cracks their knuckles while peering at Eddie menacingly.

"Yeah, I'd say so. Better get to it, sweetheart." He chuckles nervously, swallowing hard. Without another word, you take the shot to pot two balls at once again. Solids. You meticulously move around the perimeter of the table and proceed to sink every last ball expertly, along with the eight.

You notice the men who have been waiting for their turn encroaching on your space. You stand upright, giving them an unbothered once-over. You smile kindly at them, before speaking. "Table's all yours, boys. Sorry for the hold-up." You set your cue on the table, picking up your empty glass to head back to Wayne. Eddie follows close behind, not saying a word as the men still stare him down aggressively.

"Shit, Y/N. How'd you manage to stay so cool?" Eddie asks when you're out of earshot of the rednecks.

"Oh, please. Those guys aren't that scary. One, their narrow-minded worldview would never allow them to hit a girl. Two, a simple apology with no indication of insult goes a long way." You explain simply as you reach Wayne once more.

"They seemed pretty scary to me." He grumbles. Eddie supposes you don't see it, but people like him are heavily looked down upon by men like that. Being a metalhead with long hair, among other things, they see it as a threat to their way of life. He knows you understand it to a certain extent, you've come to his defense on numerous occasions. But you haven't lived it, and he hopes you never have to.

"You kids ready to go?" Wayne asks when he sees you approach him.

"Yeah. We just finished our last game." You reply, leaning into Eddie a little as you wait for his uncle to get up.

"I take it you won again?" Wayne questions with a smile.

"You're damn right!" You reply, making the three of you laugh lightly. You look over at the two men who have been sitting with him in your absence, who return your gaze with somewhat odd looks.

"Oh, uh. Gentlemen, this is my nephew I was tellin' you about, Eddie. And his girlfriend, Y/N." Wayne introduces you both to the men, who adopt small smiles of their own.

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Vic." One of the old men says. He looks very similar to Wayne.

"And I'm Carl." The other says, who is much larger than Vic.

"It's nice to meet you, too. And thank you for your service." You say politely, you've always heard veterans appreciate such a sentiment.

"My, that's very sweet of you, darlin'. We appreciate that." Carl replies, tipping his hat to you. Vic nods in agreement, and Wayne's smile grows larger at your kind words. Eddie's been quiet for a moment, and you take a quick glance at him. You can see he's a little uncomfortable, but it's understandable. The rednecks at the pool table were actively intimidating him, and now he's forced into an interaction with strangers. You won't lie, it's awkward for you, too. You just know how to hide it better, put on a brave face. You've had years of practice, it comes pretty naturally now.

"She sure is a keeper." Eddie pipes up, putting an arm around your shoulder as he slaps on a smile. His hand squeezes your arm lightly, clueing you in that he wants to leave as soon as possible.

"Well, we've had a pretty long day. We should head back to our hotel, but it was very nice meeting you." You say, forming an easy escape plan for your unnerved boyfriend. There's been a lot of you taking the reins today. You certainly don't mind, it's Eddie's time of need. You'll do anything for him to feel happy, safe, and comfortable.

"The pleasure is all ours." Vic says, and Wayne shakes his and Carl's hands before joining you to leave. It's dark when you step outside, time seems to have flown by inside the 4-Stop.

"Well, shit. We spent more time in there than I thought." Wayne observes, leading the way back to the truck.

"Yeah, it was a pretty good time." Eddie replies, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. You giggle at his affection. He's so damn sweet on you, you can barely believe it sometimes.

"It sure was." You add. You all hop in for the last time today, and Wayne drives you all back to the hotel.

"Can I look now?" Eddie asks, his back turned to you as you've been changing together in the bathroom to go swimming. He's got his eyes trained at the tile wall, resisting the urge to peek at the mirror to his left to see you. He's already got his solid black trunks on, which you find to be very cute on him.

"I told you, you gotta wait til we get to the pool. It's a surprise." You reply firmly, wrapping a towel around your body to hide your red string bikini from his view. It's not super revealing, but it definitely compliments your body in all the right places. You can't wait for him to see it, you don't wear red very often. But it's Eddie's favorite color, besides black, obviously.

"Ugh, fiiiine." He lets out an exaggerated whine, crossing his arms. His hip cocks to the side slightly as he does, making you giggle. Eddie's attitude knows no bounds.

"Okay, you can turn around now." He spins around the second you give him the go-ahead, his eyes immediately sweeping over your body.

"Damn, sweetheart. Even in a frumpy hotel towel, you are sex on legs." He reels you into him, slipping his arms around your waist. You put yours on his shoulders, following his lead.

"Hmm, maybe I'll just stay covered all night, then." You tease.

"Absolutely not. Not when I know there's somethin' even more beautiful underneath it." He looks deep into your eyes, and you find a heated tenderness swirling within his amber pupils.

"You know, for someone so desperate to see me in my bikini, you sure do like to stall." You tease, running your hands up and down his chest. His skin is soft and warm beneath your palms, and you can feel how fast his heart beats for you.

"Pardon me for wanting to admire you every chance I get, love." He smirks, giving you a gentle kiss. "C'mon, let's go get you wet, baby." He jokes, taking you by the hand to head to the pool. You step out of the restroom, finding Wayne passed out in his bed. You tiptoe to the night table to take the room key with you, and quietly open and shut the door. You creep down the hall, noticing it's pretty quiet. You hope the pool isn't closed already. You reach the frosted glass door to the swimming area, and sure enough, the door is locked.

"Shit." You sigh as you pull on the door and it doesn't give way. "Looks like our night swim is a bust." Disappointment laces your tone, you've been looking forward to having a passionate night with Eddie after such a taxing day. You're about to give up and turn back, when he pulls a bobby pin and a small nail file from his pocket. He kneels down to shove the items into the lock, and your eyes widen. "Eddie! What are you doing?" You ask a little too loud.

"Shh, keep it down! I know this isn't the most ethical solution. But there's no way in hell I'm giving up on the one thing we've needed all damn day." He replies, laser-focused on his task. He twists the metal items about inside the lock, his tongue sticking out in concentration. You’re aware you could get into trouble if you get caught, but you'd be lying if Eddie expertly picking a lock wasn't just a little bit sexy.

"Okay, just don't break anything." You reply, looking behind you down the hall to see if anyone's coming. The coast is clear at the moment, so you try not to worry.

A moment later, the lock clicks, and Eddie stands to open the door. "After you, princess." He gestures for you to go in first, and you're smacked in the face by the scent of chlorine. The room is pretty large, and the windows are made of the same frosted glass as the door. Perfect for privacy. The pool is quite large, the lights within giving the room a aqua-tinged hue. Plastic lounge chairs line the sides of the pool, with sets of tables and chairs on the far ends. There's also a large shelf full of fresh towels against the far wall. A round hot tub bubbles in the corner, but you've never really liked those. Eddie turns the lock from the inside after he shuts the door, and he wraps his arms around you from behind. "There. Now I finally get you all to myself." He presses a kiss to your neck.

"That you do, Eds. You wanna get in the pool? Then I can finally show you what's under here." You say seductively, pressing your ass back against his crotch. He lets out a small groan, and you can feel him getting hard inside his trunks.

"Fuck, please." He smiles against your skin, giving you a little nip before leaving you altogether. He goes to the steps, slowly walking into the water. "Water's nice and warm, too." He states aloud, diving under the surface to swim to the other end. He pops back up at the six foot mark, shaking his hair like a dog. You walk to the end where he is, coming a foot or so away from the edge of the water. Eddie meets you there, resting his arms over the side.

"You ready?" You ask, biting your lip at the excitement.

"I was born ready, Y/N. Now, c'mon, you're killin' me here." He says, pouting his lower lip and flashing you puppy eyes.

"Anything for you, love." You reach for the edge of your towel, untucking the woven material and letting it fall into a pile at your feet. Eddie's eyes widen as your rockin' body is revealed to him.

"Wow." He murmurs, feeling himself immediately become hard as stone inside his shorts. You're so damn beautiful, a true vision in cherry red lycra. "You’re gorgeous, baby. And so fuckin' sexy." You bend down to sit at the edge, your legs dipping into the water. He's right, the pool is set to the perfect temperature. You continue to join him, hopping down off the ledge and sinking beneath the surface for a moment. You spring back up a second later, running your hands over your face and hair. "Hey there, babydoll." Eddie says quietly, bringing you into his hold again. You're both kicking your feet a little at this depth, he maneuvers you backwards to stand flat.

"Hello, handsome." You reply, stroking his damp face with your hand. You brush away a strand of hair clinging to his chin. He's very gorgeous himself tonight, being soaking wet really suits him. He looks kinda like a merman, with the long hair and his gorgeous eyes. Hypnotizing, deep pools of murky brown that you could get lost in forever. "I'm very proud of you, by the way." You say softly.

"For what? Breaking and entering?" He jokes.

"No, for standing up to your dad. I know you were really scared, but you did it anyway."

"I wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Y/N." He says earnestly. You roll your eyes in doubt, and he shakes his head. "I'm serious. Without you, I never would've gotten in the truck with Wayne this morning. I would've run away and hid somewhere until it was over. But I'm really glad I didn't do that. Thank you for being here for me today, angel. It means more than you know." He cups your cheek, making your heart swell with every word that leaves his lips.

"It's the least I can do, Eds. I'm glad I had the chance to be here and support you. Fuck knows you've done it so many times for me." You speak just as sweetly, putting your hands on the back of his head to pull him into a kiss. You melt against one another, quickly deepening the embrace. He brings you up against the side of the pool, your shoulder blades touching the ledge. His hands grab at your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly. You moan against him, lowering your hand between your bodies to palm him through his trunks.

"Y/N." He groans, frantically moving on to kiss your neck. You continue to grope him and let out muted whimpers at his touch. Eddie lets go of your ass, reaching up to undo the knot resting behind your neck. He pulls the end of the string, and your top falls limp into the water, still attached around your chest. You undo the other knot yourself, and the slip of fabric floats away from you. He brings you further toward the shallow end, stopping at around four and a half feet. The rounds of your tits sit on the surface of the water, your nipples pebbled in arousal. "You're so beautiful, baby." Eddie says, lowering his head to take one of the buds into his mouth. He massages your other breast in his hand, playfully tweaking your nipple.

"Eddie." You gasp, your free hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. You tug on his locks harshly, making him groan. You slip inside his trunks, fully taking hold of his stiff cock.

"Feelin' needy, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, his breath hitching at you stroking him nice and slow.

"Is that a serious question?" You chuckle breathlessly.

"There's no need to be so bratty. Maybe I should teach you a lesson, slut." He bites down on your breast, making you squeal.

"Don't you think waiting all day has been punishment enough? For both of us?" You ask, bringing his head up to be level with yours.

Eddie rolls his eyes, letting out a petulant whine. He hates to admit it, but you're absolutely right. Today has been ample torture for either of you. "I suppose I'll let you off easy. This time." He ends on a smirk, squeezing the rounds of your ass to punctuate his words.

"Mmm, good boy." You praise. You give him a tantalizing kiss, poking your tongue out to lick his lips as you pull away. "Now, how 'bout you lose the trunks? I believe I was promised some well-earned ruining tonight." You speak in a sultry tone, pulling your hand out of Eddie's shorts so he can take them off. He sighs at the loss of your touch, but plunging into your tight pussy will feel so much better.

"You got it, baby." He lets you out of his grip, and pulls off his swimsuit. It floats away slowly, joining your bikini top on the surface of the pool. You take off your own bottoms, leaving both of you completely naked in the water. Eddie brings himself closer to you, slipping his hand between your legs to stroke your cunt. He can't quite tell how wet you are, the surrounding waters make it difficult to make out. You emit a breathy moan, spreading your thighs apart slightly. He easily slips his fingers inside you, curling them just so to hit your sweet spot.

"Eddie." You moan again, taking hold of his length. He groans quietly, pulling his hand away to grab your thighs. He lifts your legs up, letting you guide his dick to your entrance. His tip presses against your hole, and he looks at you for permission to enter. "Go ahead, love. Be a good boy for me." You say through a whine, the feeling of him waiting to push into you is almost too much. He gives you a nod, breathing heavily as he finally takes what he wants. His cock shoves forward roughly, slamming into your g-spot. "Fuck!" You cry out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hang on tight. Eddie stills for a moment, his mouth fallen open in shock at how fucking amazing you feel inside. The wetness of the pool along with your slippery walls is driving him crazy. "I need more, Eds. Fuck me, please. I can't wait anymore." You whine, digging your nails into what you can reach of his back.

"God, I love it when you beg, princess." He says darkly, setting a desperate pace. He pounds into you over and over, hitting the special spot inside you to make your mind turn to liquid. The feeling of him filling you up just right, mixed with a tiny bit of pain is exactly what you've been needing. Water splashes all around you as he moves, and it's very difficult to hang on as he fucks you senseless.

"Feels so good, baby. Such a good boy for me, taking my pussy so well." You speak through your moans, saying every filthy thing that comes to mind. It's a struggle, to be sure. But you want him to hear every last word. Eddie grips you as tightly as he can, rutting into you as you're pressed against the tiles on the side of the pool.

"Damn, you're dirtier than usual today, sweetheart. I fuckin' love it." Eddie replies as his chest heaves. The resistance of the water working against his hips is making this harder than he originally anticipated. But he refuses to stop, this moment is what he's been craving all day. And nothing is going to get in the way of him enjoying every last second of it.

"I love you, Eddie. I love having you inside me. It's all I can think about sometimes. I wanted so badly to fuck you in the bathroom at the bar, or even ride you on the pool table for everyone to see." You allow lustful admissions to fall from your lips one after the other, your tone twisting with intense desire as you call them out to him. Immense pleasure bubbles within you, gradually growing higher and higher, threatening to boil over very soon.

"I love you too, Y/N. Shit, it's like you're reading my goddamn mind." He groans, smashing his mouth on yours as he continues to thrust as hard as he can. Your lips move with his aggressively, a gnashing mess of teeth and tongues.

Neither of you can stop grunting and whimpering, breathing so damn hard that your lungs begin to burn. Your nails claw at his flesh, scratching him in deep, long stinging lines of red. You're both caught in the middle of the primal flame, one set alight by the trying day you've had. You two have combined to become one savage beast now. Relentlessly fighting through any stress and frustration and anger you've been holding onto, releasing it into the ether through your animalistic writhing. To any outsider, this display could appear to be graphically violent. But for you both, at this moment, all it is...is complete and total release.

"Fuck一 I'm getting so close, baby. Don't stop, you feel so good. Make me cum, want you to feel it, want you to know what a good boy you are." You whine helplessly through your panting. You just can't help yourself, he has to hear every vulgar thing inside your head if it's the last thing you do. You notice you've been dropping the phrase 'good boy' a lot this time around, even though Eddie is clearly the one taking charge. But it just feels...right, and you know he loves it when you call him that. It drives him wild every single time.

"I'm tryin', angel. Shit, I'm almost there, too. Try to hold it for me, we can cum together." He exhales the words in shaky spurts, struggling to keep a hold of himself. You're something else tonight, holding nothing back whatsoever. And he can't get enough of it. His calves and thighs are on fire, this is proving to be quite the workout for him. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, unfocused. Eddie senses his high quickly approaching, and he's looking forward to filling you up with his sticky load.

Your walls begin to flutter around his dick, squeezing him tighter and tighter as you near the finish line. You can feel the pleasure starting to spill over, sending shocks through your entire body. "Oh, Eddie! I'm so close, baby. Claim me as yours, cum with me." You frantically kiss him as you beg, peppering his sweat-slicked face with smacking pecks. You're trying to wait for him, keeping a stranglehold of the floodgates. But the pressure has built up beyond your strength, and you've got nothing left to stop it from bursting forth. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You practically scream as your orgasm overtakes you. Your head falls forward, your mouth falling wide open as your legs begin to shake. Your eyes snap shut, and all you can see is exploding stars.

"That's a good girl, so pretty when you cum for me." Eddie praises, grunting as his own release sneaks up on him. His stomach tenses, and his hips buck even harder against you while his load fills your pussy in thick ropes of white. Your movements still, as do his. He lifts your chin with his thumb and forefinger, allowing you both to look at one another as you catch your breath. You don't say anything for a moment, only the sound of ripples in the water and your sticky panting fill the room. Your eyes are blown out wide with ecstasy, mirroring the man before you. You can feel him softening inside you, though he's still gripping your thighs to keep you close.

"That was fantastic." You exhale roughly, a satisfied smile curling across your lips.

"Easily one of our best." He gives you a tender kiss, slowly maneuvering to pull out. He sets your legs down, which miraculously don't feel entirely boneless. "Remind me to let you do the talking more often, that was really hot." He adds, swimming across the pool to gather your discarded garments. You watch his gorgeous form glide through the water, the muscles in his back, shoulders, and legs flexing as he moves. Damn, he's so fuckin' beautiful sometimes.

"I'll keep that in mind, Eds. I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." You reply, taking your bikini from him once he swims back to hand it to you. You put the thin pieces of fabric back on, and he slips back into his trunks. "So, you wanna go dry off and cuddle in bed? I hear the hotel's got cable TV." You ask, inspecting your fingers to find they've pruned over quite a bit.

"Once again, you've read my mind, sweetheart." Eddie smirks, taking your hand as you work your way out of the pool together.

To be continued…

#fanfiction #hippiegoth97 #smut #stranger things #eddie munson #hawkins #1980s #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you

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elimoskowitzs-wife · 6 months ago

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Miguel finds out eli moskowitz x fem!reader

Summary-hawk and yn hook up after a party your brother Miguel finds out and snitches on you to your mum and stepdad getting you grounded but you still sneak out

Warnings- talk bt hook up, kissing, swearing,mentions of ED and I think that's it

Last night was a huge party at hawks house you an hawk have always been fairly close and flirty but you and hawk this time hawks sober and your tipsy you walk to him grab him by his chin and kiss him it's un expected but hawk kisses you back

A few hours later you and hawk are in your room kissing hawk shirtless and you in your bra and shorts

Miguel screams 'what the fuck yn I'm fucking telling mum Johnny and robby'

'there's a thing called knocking dumb ass honestly go away and don't snitch I beg' you say gasping for breath

Miguel shuts the door and you giggle to hawk putting your hand on his six pack

The next morning you sneak hawk out the house after kissing him again and again you turn around and your step brother robby is there

'who was that' robby asks

'nobody' you reply fast

'nice try your lucky Carmen and dad was out last night' robby laughs

'Miguel is gonna snitch on me because he walked in on us kissing like the fuck honestly don't snitch robby I beg' you pleade

'trust me I've done shit like that before don't worry I got you just gotta worry about miguel'

You sit in your room and Carmen Miguel and Johnny ask to speak to you in the living room

You groan 'fuck sake'

You walk out to your mum with crossed arms Johnny with a stern look on his face and Miguel is smirking

'I'm very disappointed in you yn never have I ever thought you'd be the one to bring a boy home I'm discusted that miggy has came and told me that you was with a boy in your room and you ho I can't even say it Johnny can you please finish it off' Carmen sighs after saying it

'you hooked up with a boy but not just any boy your brothers best friend it's disappointing behaviour' Johnny shakes his head

'I didn't do anything with him' you lie

'don't lie to us because if we go in your room' Johnny raises his voice

'oh fuck off I'm a teenage girl let me live life your so strict but don't care about what Miguel dose or robby dose clearly you don't care about me' you scream slamming your door to your room

You put hawks hoodie on and put the shit he left in a bag and walked to his for a few hours

You knock on his door and hawk answers smiling that your wearing the hoodie he left he kissed you and walked to his room with you

'I fucking hate Miguel he's got me in so so much shit this isn't fair' you complain

'I know i know but he's your brother' he whispers

'I don't care I can't live my life honestly' you flop into his open arms

'I'll walk you home okay princess' he smiles standing up with you

You walk home to Johnny there pissed off

You kiss hawk goodbye and walk in

'YOU HAVE HAD YOUR MUM ME AND ROBBY WORRIED BECAUSE WE THOUGHT YOU WENT MISSING HIM AND MIGUEL HAVE GON OUT LOOKING FOR YOU GET TO YOUR ROOM NOW YOUR MUM AND I DONT WANNA SEE YOUR FACE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT' Johnny screams and Carmen smiles at you but you ignore her and slam your bedroom door

Robby walk in with some food for you and sees you lied on your bed crying

'I heard the argument get something to eat please I don't want you being ill again your my stepsister' robby comes to you

You shake your head and robby puts the food infront of you 'eat a bit' he says

You take a bite and thank him you text hawk

Hey hawk how'd your mum react?

She reacted fine tbh your parents still mad?

Yup I'll sneak out and see you later

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz

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mal-urameshi · 2 years ago

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Chronicles of Mama Okoye and Riri! XVI

Requested by: @somethingcleaverandwhitty

That One Time Riri Got Grounded But Snuck Out To Have A Lit Time Instead.

"Ma! Mama! You can't do this to me!" Riri trailed behind her mother who was currently, very angrily, picking up the dirty laundry. Something Riri was responsible for, but Okoye took it upon herself to do.

"Don't give me that, Riri. I gave you many chances. But clearly you never learn." Okoye sucked her teeth in annoyance.

"But I was busy with one of my inventions! You know how important they are!"

"I'm not saying that your inventions aren't important, but you have responsibilities that I expect you to uphold. But clearly you disregard what you are supposed to do." Okoye separated her darks from whites as Riri anxiously paced.

"Ma, I swear I was gonna do it!"

Okoye held her arms akimbo, "Oh, really?" She gestured to Riri’s attire which consisted of mismatched socks, discolored shorts and a white tank top.

Riri looked down at her attire, "I like the aesthetic. Vagrant couture."

Okoye sucked her teeth, "Four days! I told you to do the laundry four days ago before I left! Clean the house! Make sure everything is tidy. That is all you had to do, Riri! But I have to come back home to be up your behind like a tic! And the worst part is that this isn’t the first time."

Riri groaned, "Bast! This is so unfair!"

"Bast nothing. Unfairness is me coming home to you doing not a thing I asked of you. There are consequences for your actions. You are not going and that's final!"

"Ma, please! I've been excited about this for months! All my friends are gonna be there! I told Shuri I'd come to keep her company!"

"No, Riri. End of discussion. Call Shuri and the rest of your friends and tell them you can't make it." Okoye slammed the washer shut and watched as Riri stomped out of the laundry room.

Riri slammed her bedroom door and flopped onto her bed. She ground her teeth before screaming into her pillow. Shit!

“She knows how fucking excited I was for this and she’s not making me go! What the fuck!” Riri screamed into her pillow again until her voice was hoarse.

When she finally raised up from the pillowcase, she saw a wet spot. She was so frustrated she didn’t realize she was crying. Riri sniffled and wiped her eyes before she called Shuri on her Kimoyo beads.

Almost immediately she picked up, “Riri! I’m just now picking out my change of clothes for later today! I’m dreading wearing my ceremonial outfit, but I’ll suck it up. I can’t wait for us to enjoy the festivities! Look!” Shuri showed Riri the top she was planning to change into.

Riri smiled at her friend’s excitement, “Uh, about that, Shuri.”

Shuri immediately frowned when she heard Riri’s tone of voice, “No, no. You said you were coming! Enzi Nuru only happens every 4 years! It’s going to be amazing this year! We were looking forward to this!”

Enzi Nuru. The Wakandan celebration lasting from evening to early next day. It’s an entire event dedicated to all the tribes that make up Wakanda. An extravagant party that celebrates each tribe's unique culture and contributions to their great nation. There was music, food, games, dancing, workshops, storytelling, live performances. You name it.

Riri’s frown deepened. She couldn’t attend last time because by some stroke of fucked luck, she’d fallen extremely sick. How the heck was it possible with their healthcare, she didn’t know. But she had been so miserable. Luckily her mother was at her side to make things a bit more bearable. Unfortunately, that meant that Shuri was by herself. Sure, she had her parents and T’Challa to hang around, but it wasn’t the same, she’d lamented.

“Mama told me that I can’t come.”

“What! Okoye said that? But she knows how excited you are about it! And knowing how sad you were because you couldn’t attend last time…” Shuri’ furrowed her brows, “What happened?”

Riri flopped backwards on her bed, “I kinda didn’t do my chores that she told me to do like…a billion times. And I guess she had enough.”

“So..she grounded you?”

“Yea! What kinda white people bullshit is that?! I have half a mind to tell her just whoop my ass and let me go.”

Shuri giggled, “You know Okoye would never put her hands on you.”

Riri groaned and paced around the room, feeling restless, “Everybody in Wakanda is gonna be there! Ugh! I’m so fucking pissed off right now. How could Mama do this to me? This is one of the biggest nights of the year and she just does me like that!”

“Maybe you should try apologizing? Anything! I want us to have fun together. Last time was so boring without you there.”

Riri nodded, “Okay, okay. I’ll call you back to tell you what’s up.”

Riri slowly opened her bedroom door and peeked outside. She walked out into the hallway on a search for her mother. She found Okoye mopping the living room with a scowl on her face.

“Ma?”

Okoye wrung out the mop before getting on a knee to clean under the couch.

“Ma-”

“What is it, Riri?”

Riri wrung her hands while rocking on her heels, “I’m sorry.”

“I am supposed to be resting for later today. But I can’t rest knowing my home is a pigsty. If you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it to be sorry in the first place. Or you would have picked up a broom to help!”

Riri closed her eyes and rolled her eyes to the back of her head. Oh fuck.

“I’ll help you clean. And then we can finish in time for you to rest so we can head on over to Enzi Nuru.”

“Oh no, didn’t I tell you that you aren’t going anywhere?”

“But Mama!” Riri whined, “You know how much I wanted to go! And last time I went I was so freaking little I barely remember anything! I was sick as a dog last time and you know how miserable I was.”

“There are consequences to your actions, Riri. I know how much you want to go but going to Enzi Nuru is a privilege. And right now, your privileges are suspended.”

Riri bit the inside of her cheek and walked off while she grumbled, “Man, fuck this bullshit.”

The mop in Okoye’s hand snapped under the sheer force she held it with, “Oh, Bast..so help me.”

Okoye closed her eyes and breathed, “Keep that attitude up and you’ll see where it gets you, young lady.”

“Riri! Okoye might as well smack you upside the head. You’re lucky she didn’t use that mop as a makeshift spear. You know how good her aim is.” Shuri yanked a palm down her face in frustration, “You were supposed to be apologizing! Not provoking the Lion!”

“I tried to apologize, but she did the whole Mom thing where she just went on and on and on. It was pissing me off.”

Shuri’s distracted expression had Riri calling for attention, “Yo. You with me?”

“Oh yes, I’m with you. I was just double-checking to make sure you were not on your period. Because, Bast.” Shuri gave a low whistle.

“Fuck it. I’ma sneak out.”

Shuri’s eyes bulged, “You’re sneaking out?”

“Yea. She’s gonna be busy anyway. She ain’t gonna be home.”

“Yea. Because she’s going to be at Enzi Nuru with the other Dora Milaje!”

“Exactly! She isn’t gonna notice me with all those people around. So I can come and party and have a good time! Then when it’s over, I’ll sneak back in at dawn, she won’t know shit.”

“Uh…huh.”

“What, you ain’t think I can pull it off?” Riri crossed her arms.

“You know Okoye has the eyes of a hawk. She’ll sniff you out.”

“Please. I’ll sulk all day up until she leaves, she won’t notice a thing. Have some faith in your girl!”

Shuri shrugged, “Okay. I’ll see you there.”

Riri sulked the entire afternoon as her mother went about her business. At lunch, she played with her food, feigning depression. After that she morphed herself into the couch as her mother occupied herself with some television.

Riri thought she was doing a pretty good job.

“Ma, you don’t love me.” Riri sighed as she walked into Okoye’s bedroom as she was donning her uniform.

Okoye threw a glance at Riri who flopped onto her bed, “You got me in the house on some Cinderella vibes while everyone is basically gonna have a lit time at the ball.”

Okoye slipped on her bracelet, “You know, I was going to allow you to go, but after your attitude this morning, I decided against it.”

Riri sat up and pouted, looking at her lap in shame. Damn! She coulda went, for real?

”I’m sorry for cussing. Even though it was under my breath.”

“Oh, so that’s your apology?” Okoye stared at her daughter through the mirror while adjusting her neck-cuffs.

Riri took a deep breath, “I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Mama. It was wrong of me to behave that way.”

Okoye walked over to Riri and pressed a kiss to her forehead followed by a hug, “I still love you no matter what you think, Riri.”

Riri hugged her mother back, “Yea, I know you do. I love you too, Mama.”

“Have fun leading the parade and kicking off the festivities. While I rot here. Alone, in this house. All by myself. Watching with want as I stare at everyone else have a good time on WakandaVision.”

Okoye sighed, “Have a good evening, Riri.”

After seeing Okoye off, Riri waited for a half-hour to pass before she quickly got ready and jumped out of her bedroom window. Not because she was afraid somebody would see her, but because she wanted to get in the spirit of sneaking out.

Riri walked to the heart of Wakanda where by now the festivities should be in full swing.

“Where’s Riri?” Ayo queried Okoye as she brought a drink over to her friend.

“I grounded her.” Okoye took a sip from her drink as the other woman looked at her like she grew a second head.

“You did that to Riri?”

Okoye just nodded.

A soft slap to her arm had her looking in the direction of Aneka, “You punish my niece on one of the most exciting days of the year? What a coldblooded serpent you are! Couldn’t you have postponed it until tomorrow?”

Ayo butt in, “Or maybe suspend her technological privileges?”

Okoye sighed through her nose, “I can’t do that to her. What if she fell into a depression or something? But I had to put my foot down. I’m always so soft on her. Talk is cheap. So I made sure to let her know that there are repercussions for her actions.”

“You went full General on her I see.” Ayo hummed and sipped from her cup.

Aneka folded her arms, “Well I still think what you did was cruel. Oh, I still remember how she cried last time because she was so ill.”

Okoye shook her head, “No. She needs to be punished. I will not go back on my stance.”

“Woo! Let’s get it!” Riri barely had time to catch what her friend threw back on her in jest.

“Riri! You made it!” Imani grinned after she stood up straighter and hugged her.

“You know I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”

Another girl, Abena, came out from the sea of bodies and pulled Riri in, “Let’s have some fun!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Riri grinned and shaked her waist in time with the music as the Border Tribe drummed an energetic beat.

After the song concluded, Riri turned on her beads to contact Shuri. A good bit of time had passed, so all the formalities the Golden Tribe had to go through should be over and done with.

Shuri answered on the third ring, “Riri! Hi!”

“Hey! I made it! Where are you?” Riri grinned.

“Huh? What?”

Riri tapped on her kimoyo earrings to cancel out the surrounding sound, “I asked where are you?”

“I’m at the Golden Grove. I haven’t left yet! But I’ll meet you at the River Tribe’s section? The Maji Oasis.”

Riri nodded and headed to where Shuri told her she’d be. Riri was encapsulated by one of the traditional dances being performed on the River Dance Pavillion. The way the water splashed, danced and sparkled around the women’s bodies that moved with such fluidity was absolutely hypnotic.

“Found you~” Someone whispered in her ear before she felt her ribs get tickled.

“Haha! Shuri!” Riri turned around and hugged the taller girl, “I’m so mad I missed your performance. I wanted to record your pigeon-toed ass trying to dance on stage.”

Shuri chucked at the dig,”Please, you wish you had my moves. The only thing you know how to do is bump and grind like those Americans.”

“I’m my mother’s daughter! I can shake my waist for days, thank you!”

Riri grabbed Shuri’s hand and weaved through the mesh of bodies, “The Nkosi Waterfront has these really tasty looking shrimp skewers I wanna try!”

Shuri threw her arm around Riri’s shoulder as she walked in time with her, “I myself would like to try their coconut rice pudding!”

“You are funking up the mood, Okoye. It’s a time to have fun!” Aneka danced on Okoye which coaxed a smile out of the woman.

Ayo nodded, “Yes. Us Doras are allowed to have fun as well.”

Aneka grinned, “Exactly!” She grabbed her wife and swayed with her, “Let’s go get something to eat! We can pack up some stuff for Riri too.”

“Here!” Riri placed her stick of shrimp to Shuri’s mouth so she could taste, “This shit is bomb!”

Shuri slid one off of the skewer with her teeth as she fed Riri a spoonful of her rice and beamed through a full mouth, “This is the bomb-diggity!”

Riri’s palm flew to her mouth to prevent food from spilling out. Yet she ended up coughing a bit, “Never,” Riri laughed through her coughs, “Never say that again! The bomb-diggity?”

Shuri nodded with a shrug, “Yes! The slang is correct, yes?”

“I mean, yea. But you gotta say it with the American accent. Our regular accent makes it sound dorky as heck,” She chuckled.

“Nope! I’ll say it like I am right now!”

Riri stuck her tongue out at Shuri as they walked over to the Jabari Tribe’s section: The Jabari Enclave. Riri pointed to one of the finely crafted gorilla masks before she circled Shuri with mock intimidation.

“Hu! Hu! Hu!”

Shuri grinned and puffed out her chest, “Mayafa!”

“Ya!”

“Hu!”

“Mayafa!”

“Well, if it isn’t Riri and T’Challa’s baby sister.” M’Baku emerged from behind the curtain of the tent. He towered over the two girls with crossed arms.

“‘Sup, Mimi? We was just checking out your exhibition. You guys have some really exceptional craftsmanship.”

“Of course we do. Only the best of the best amongst these other exhibits.”

“Relax.” Shuri tsked, “It is no competition.”

M’Baku ushered the girls inside the tent, “Come, come. You are just in time for the storytelling. It won’t disappoint.”

Just as Riri and Shuri were ushered inside, Okoye, Aneka and Ayo walked past the tent.

“The merchant tribe makes the best pastries, I swear to Bast.”

Aneka tried to break off a piece of Okoye’s pie but got a vicious smack to her wrist, “You have your own."

“Ouch! You have a different flavour to mine. I was just curious about what it tastes like.” Aneka whined.

“We have to get back to Warrior’s Haven. We’re due for a friendly sparring match with any willing attendees.”

Aneka grinned and gave Okoye suggestive eyes, “How many men do you think are going to be falling at your feet for your attention and to be laid out by you?”

Ayo joined in on the teasing, “Maybe you might fall for someone? In the literal and figurative sense?”

Okoye swiped some of Ayo’s ice-cream out of her cup, “In both of your tiny-brained dreams. Aneka, make sure when you give your motivational speech to the young ones, try not to get tongue tied.”

“It is not my fault! Their beady little eyes scare me. They stare into your soul. How could I not trip over myself.”

Ayo gave Aneka’s shoulder an encouraging rub, “Don’t worry, my love. Just pretend they are a bunch of baby Riris.”

“That makes me feel much better.” Aneka became starry-eyed thinking of her sweet niece.

“Holy moly, those Jabari women are something else. Like…oh my god.” Riri fanned herself as she walked out of the tent.

Shuri nodded, “They’re….wow. Such fine specimens. A work of art, really.”

“You think I can bag myself a Jabari girl? They’re so bad!” Riri joked.

Shuri silently shrugged, “I mean…if you put your mind to it.”

Riri scratched the back of her neck, “Forget I said anything.”

“Where are you girls going? The next show is about to start!” M’Baku called after them.

“Nah! Me and Shuri wanna see what the other tribes got! Thanks for getting us in the front row, though!” Riri grabbed Shuri’s hand and walked over to the Border Tribe’s section: The Sentinel Outpost.

“Yoo! They’re teaching the Guardian’s Shuffle! It’s been a while since I did it.”

Shuri’s snickering had Riri looking over at her, “Sorry, sorry. But the name gets me every single time.”

“Whatever! Let’s just hop in the fray!”

Aneka tugged Okoye over to the Sentinel Outpost, “Look! The Guardian Shuffle is going on! Let’s join! You know how you tear up the dance floor, Okoye! Show them who's boss!”

“I’m getting my beads ready for this!”

“Go Riri! Go Riri!” Shuri hyped Riri up as she slid along with the other dancers as they went through the choreography.

Okoye joined the mix and spun as everybody else did, almost immediately getting lost in the motions. Ayo started recording when Aneka joined Okoye.

Riri laughed along with Shuri as they shuffled around each other she spun and took three steps back when a flash of gold and red caught her peripherals. She turned while still grooving, but her jaw hung open when just a few feet away, her mother was cutting it up on the dancefloor with her two Aunties.

Her eyes bulged before she took a few steps back as everyone else did to not be noticed by her mother.

“Code G! Code G!” Riri told Shuri.

Shuri grabbed Riri’s hand and spun her around, “What is Code G? We never discussed any codes.”

“General Mama is like 20 feet away from us! I gotta disappear!” She frantically jerked her thumb behind her.

Shuri looked into the sea of people and spotted the three Doras, “Oh! That’s bad! Let’s go mingle somewhere else!”

The girls ran over to the River Tribe’s section and disappeared into one of their tents.

Ayo was replaying the video of Okoye and Aneka having their fun, “You have to send me this, Ayo. The lighting is so nice too!”

“I’m outdancing you though, Okoye.” Aneka teased with a mancing snicker.

Okoye continued to watch when something in the background caught her eye, “Ayo. Can you rewind for me?”

Ayo did as was told, “Look!”

Okoye pointed to Riri dancing in the background before she froze momentarily after catching sight of her before she danced off screen.

“Was that Riri?” Aneka grabbed Ayo’s wrist to get a closer look at the replay.

“She snuck out!”

“She unearthed a rebellious streak!” Aneka mused.

“Now, Okoye. She just wanted to have some fun.” She tried to placate.

“She disregarded my orders to stay home.” She marched off to go find her daughter, “When I get my hands on her…” Okoye fumed.

“Oh crap, oh crap! What do you think she’s gonna do to me if she catches me?” She nervously played with a braid.

“You have to go home either way.” Shuri shrugged.

“You right, you right. I should make the most of my time out here, yea?”

Shuri grinned, “Yes! We get turnt up for as long as we can because who knows when you’ll see the light of day again.”

Okoye made her way through the different Tribes’ sections in search of her elusive daughter, but her efforts were fruitless for now.

“Okoye, don’t get too angry. You’ll raise your blood pressure.” Aneka tried to soothe.

“When I get my hands on her she’ll be wishing Bast herself intervenes!”

“Okoye just take some deep breaths, okay?” Ayo tried to reason.

Riri and Shuri found themselves in the club-like setting of the Mining Tribe’s section. The entire space was dark save for the colorful flashing lights. The bass reverberated against Riri’s chest as she danced against Shuri who was recording them both. She activated her noise canceling in her earrings as she talked into the camera.

“We’re enjoying Riri’s last night of freedom! Her first and maybe last act of rebellion before Okoye crucifies her!”

Riri grabbed Shuri’s wrist and shouted into the camera, “I’m too savage to be grounded!”

Okoye found her way over to the Mining Tribe’s section, the flashing lights obscuring her vision at first.

“What if she went home?!” Aneka queried.

“Please, I know my child. Home nothing!”

Riri held her head back with the help of Shuri as Shuri poured a cup of Fruit Punch into her mouth, “Drink, drink, drink, drink!”

Riri tapped Shuri’s hand to signal that she had enough before she wiped her mouth, “Feels good living life on the edge like this.”

Shuri knocked back the rest of the drink, “Oh yes. Living life on the edge! I’m dangling my feet!”

Riri grinned as she bobbed her head to the imaginary beat, “I tried to pay attention but attention paid me. I’m rockin’ like-”

“I should rock some sense into you, young lady!”

Riri jumped when she heard her mother’s voice behind her. She didn’t even look back before she slapped Shuri’s arm, “Run for it!”

Both girls weaved through the sea of people before making it out into the open again.

Okoye was taken completely off-guard by the two teens booking it out of there as quick as they did.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.” Ayo laughed.

Okoye chased after Riri who ended up diving into one of the insanely large bouncy castles. Okoye groaned. Those things were more of a labyrinth than anything else. All that sliding and climbing, it was a wonder how no kids turned up missing in there. She followed inside, almost immediately having to dodge hyper children who seemingly came out of nowhere.

“Riri! If you hear me, just know that you’ll wish you stayed home when I catch you!”

Riri snickered, hearing her mother's partially muffled voice, “If you catch me!”

Okoye shook her head as she flipped and rolled and jostled around the bouncy castle, trying to locate her daughter. She couldn’t help but reminisce of times not so long ago where she had to climb into these very bounce houses to collect Riri because the child was too stubborn to come out on her own. Okoye couldn’t help the smile that sneaked its way onto her face.

Riri’s foot snagged in one of the mesh nets and it seemed like the more she fought, the more tangled it became and it didn’t help when a bunch of kids kept trampling over her body, “Oh, shit!”

Okoye had found Riri soon enough, “Aha! You thought you could get away, eh?”

Okoye tackled Riri who screamed at the attack, “No! Mama! No! Please!”

Tears pooled at the corner of Riri’s eyes as Okoye attacked her with tickles, “I’ve been drinking a bunch of stuff all night, don’t make me pee my pants, Mama! Hahahaha!”

“This is what you deserve! For disobeying direct orders!” Okoye grinned as Riri writhed against the stimulation.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Hahaha! I just wanted to have some fun!”

Okoye relented and allowed Riri room to breathe. Riri eventually went limp and looked up at Okoye, “I’m too weak to move.”

Shuri was standing at the entrance of the bouncy castle where she saw Okoye dragging Riri out.

“You’re alive! I almost thought she sent you to meet the ancestors.” Shuri smirked as Riri stood on wobbly legs.

“She loves me too much to kill me.” Riri then turned to her mother and held out her wrists, “I’m ready for jail.”

Okoye rolled her eyes, “When we get home, I’ll deal with you properly. But for now, go ahead and have your fun.”

Okoye couldn’t find it in herself to be extremely pissed off at the moment. You could blame it on the good vibes.

Shuri jumped in excitement, “Yes! A few more hours awarded before your untimely death! Let’s make the most of it!”

Riri hugged her mother and jumped up to give her a kiss, “Thanks Ma! You can chew my ear off as much as you want when I get home. I appreciate you!”

Riri then smiled and held Shuri’s hand, “Want to go get some ice-cream from the Merchant Tribe?”

“Sure!” They both ran off into the distance.

“You’re such a softy, Okoye.” Ayo rubbed Okoye’s shoulder.

“Yes. If it was my mother, the entire population would have heard her mouth. I wouldn’t have been able to show my face ever again.” Aneka shivered.

Okoye wrapped her arms around both women, “I’m in the mood for some shrimp skewers. How about the both of you?”

“Me! Me!”

“I have been craving seafood.”

Taggies: @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart @xblackreader

#okoye #general okoye #riri williams #princess shuri #shuri udaku #mama!okoye #daughter!riri #mama okoye and daughter riri #black panther #wakanda forever #ironheart #fanfic

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vorish-wonderland · 2 years ago

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Request: odd one but what if riddle was shrunk AND THE REST OF THE HEARTSLABYUL BOYS COULD GET REVENGE FOR THE TIMES THEY GOT COLLARED

safe vore/unwilling/cruel-ish?

Someone made a mistake in alchemy class! And now, Riddle is the size of an action figure! Trey leaves the now tiny Riddle alone for less than a second and Ace is already causing trouble...

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, cruel-ish pred, fearplay

✮✶Sweet Revenge✶✮

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"ACE, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!" Riddle yelled.

Riddle was currently being held by the cape of his dorm uniform.

"Y'know, I've always thought it was strange..." Ace started speaking. "That you're so much shorter than me, but you're the one in control. That's just always seemed wrong to me." He explained.

"I SAID PUT ME DOWN, ACE! NOW!"

"Huh? Right now?" Ace asked, a smirk on his face. "Fine. If that's what you reeeeeeeeally want~"

Ace tossed Riddle into the air, and then he caught Riddle in his mouth.

Riddle was in shock.

"A-Ace... what are you doing-?"

"You ready, Riddle~?"

A single gulp, and the entirety of Riddle's bottom half was pulled into Ace's throat.

"ACE! ACE DON'T YOU DARE! I-I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS! I'LL-"

Ace swallowed, shutting up Riddle completely.

"Do you ever calm down?" Ace sarcastically asked. "You're gonna burst a blood vessel someday, I swear."

Ace flopped down on his bed, excited for what was to come.

Riddle angrily squirmed around, screaming and cursing at Ace.

"Do you really think that helps? What, do you think that someone's gonna hear you yelling and demand I get you out?" Ace asked.

"Y-yes... Trey's certainly looking for me." Riddle said, trying to appear confident.

"Hate to break it to ya, buuuuuut... nobody's gonna hear you." Ace said. "Even if Trey finds me and you try crying to him, you gotta remember there's a thick layer of muscle and skin between the two of you. Your voice won't carry. Not when he's focused on talking to me."

"Ok... ok, Trey's off the table..." Riddle said to himself. "M-my spell...! Ace, if you don't let me out this instant you'll lose your head!"

"Eh? You're really gonna try to do your little party trick without a magestone? Heh. Can't see that ending well for you." Ace smirked to himself. "When are you gonna just accept what's gonna happen to you?"

"As... a-as long as I can struggle, that means there's hope for me." Riddle whispered to himself. Then he started kicking Ace with his high heeled boots. That'll hurt him, right?!

"Haha, maybe try putting a bit more effort in, Teapot Tyrant~!"

"Fine! Fine, I'll stop, I-I'll stop, ok?" Riddle finally said, knowing nothing will help his situation. "Ace, just... just get me out of here. I'm tired of this prank, ok? It's dark, and loud, and hot, and wet, and horribly cramped, and... I-I just want out, ok...?"

...

Ace burst out in laughter.

Riddle started getting nervous.

"Oh! Oh, that is rich! You... you really thought I was gonna let you out?! You thought this was just a prank?!" Ace asked. "Aha, thanks for that, Riddle! I needed a laugh today."

"...w-what?"

"You honestly thought that I was just gonna let you go after all this? You're kinda funny, y'know that? Shame we won't have much more time to talk..."

"I-if you kill me... you'll be expelled. Not to mention y-you'll be charged, f-for murder...!" Riddle said, still trying to appear confident.

"No evidence'll be left. No one will know what happened to ya, well, heh, except for me~" Ace winked, even though he knew Riddle couldn't see it. "So anyways, how painful do you think it'll be to die by acid~?"

Riddle just started bawling.

Of course Ace had just been pulling a very cruel prank, he wasn't actually going to kill Riddle.

And when Ace let Riddle out, staring down at the tiny, sopping wet boy in his hands, he only said one thing.

"That was for collaring me so damn much, Teapot Tyrant. Thanks for letting me get a taste of sweet revenge~"

#ace being mean what's new #safe vore #soft vore #twst vore #twisted wonderland vore #v.ore #v/ore #gt vore #ace trappola #riddle rosehearts

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theybitch · 1 year ago

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Oh you'd look so fucking pretty with your tears in your eyes but willing yourself to take this rough face fuck while my hands tugging and holding the leash~ All collared up and belongings to me~ To the victor go the spoils and how cute you'd look eagerly lapping up and sucking my cock and balls dry while humping the floor and making a mess of it with your arousal~ I'd love to mock and tease you for being so wet so easily at just a few words and a promise of roughness on how I'd eagerly breed and fuck you senseless or the moment I pull my cock out and it flops put in front of you~ It's so embarrassing, humiliating isn't it when I tease you about that~? But it only gets you more excited, doesn't it? Such an eager slut...~ Whine on my dick as much as you want but your eyes and your body tell one story and one story alone; this is what you were made for handsome~

God hearing your cries and complains out loud when you beg me to stop, or that it's too much or to slow down as you whine like such a pathetic baby boy crying in pain despite the pleasure makes my cock stand up straight immediately and it makes me not wanna stop~ Makes me wanna dig my nails into you and bruise and mark you more as I threaten your compliance while you ride and get pounded by my eager cock and grinning when I feel you squeeze and tighten around me and even cum at the thought of me telling you to shut the fuck up and take it like a good free use whore~ If you can't handle me alone you won't EVER be able to handle the other friends I plan on sharing you with privately and recording the whole thing when the time comes, not that I'd tell you that yet so I'd threaten you to pipe down unless you want the entire complex and people nearby to hear you whored out and want a piece~ You pale in fear and shake your head as I grab your chin and demand you focus your eyes as much as you can on me luv and take it~ That's my sweet boy...~ :3

I know you can just for me and you can take so much more rough housing and pain mixed in with my pleasure~ You'll behave and be a good boy and I won't ever have to whore you out...I keep to it at first before throwing you into the lions den with my hard cock behind you as multiple guys pull you in with me and we all take turns railing and ruthlessly filling and fucking your holes no matter how much you cry and beg for us to stop~ You can keep screaming not to pull out or it won't fit when we're all using you though~ That'll get us cumming in all your tight, needy holes in a split second and leaving your tummy and holes full of our seed~ You look so slutty bulged up from multiple cocks inside of you our cum overwhelming your body and mind til you become nothing but a free use fucktoy that's focused on pleasuring your betters and making them moan and groan from how good you make em feel, hissing and swearing and letting out how they're gonna cum and how they can't hold it anymore~ That right there is your calling and I can tell the moment our eyes meet and your eyes have never been brighter despite the hot, ruthlessly orgy you've been endured and been used in multiple times without pause aside from small breaks and checkins and I'm so proud of you for being such a good boytoy for me~ So fucking proud I'll cuddle you up while you're cockwarming my cock and having the balls to tease me I'll make sure to fuck the brattiness out of you when I leave you unable to walk in the morning from how much I roughly use and ravage your holes with my primal breeding for hours~ I'll show you how to behave as my pretty free use fucktoy and my personal, bratty whore begging for seconds thinking you can take it all until you're begging for me to stop or give you pause for rest as I fuck your needy little brain into unconsciousness as I use you all night~

You look so hot unconscious as I frot against you and use your holes to my content darling~ <3 Good boy, smile for the camera~

Part 2

You are a needy boy recently I've noticed~

Better get to it soon I'm sure people are awaiting it~

Lmao I thought it was funny writing theybitch to mybitch but it also kinda made me throb for you so yk it felt fittingly right to commit to the bit XD

You do take a while to respond to my asks but your reaction and responses are worth the wait so I'll be waiting~ (in my swimsuit) For you on your knees eagerly sucking me dry~

God you have no idea how quickly I’d be dripping down my thighs if you used my mouth. And that’s no exaggeration. It just shuts my brain right off to have something in my mouth, down my throat, to be focused on opening up, not gagging, not choking. It’d take only moments for strings of wet to drip to the floor, my hips rocking involuntarily. It doesn’t matter if I’ve begged you not to use my mouth, it doesn’t matter how much I’ve protested, my body will still show you how desperate it’s been for this treatment.

I don’t know what it is but it gets me so worked up imagining being recorded, being broadcast, being used in front of others waiting their turn. Maybe it’s knowing others are getting off to watching me get degraded and toyed with. Maybe it’s the anticipation of strangers touching me, not knowing if they’ll be rough or gentle or how they’ll handle me. Maybe it’s the idea of people commenting on what to do next, either aloud or in a chat stream, encouraging you to do more depraved things to me, to fuck me harder, to show off my ruined holes or tear-stained face.

I know it definitely gets me extra worked up picturing you, your friends, strangers… snapping hips against me, growling about how good I feel, about getting close, completely ignoring my cries to please pull out, please be gentle. Just the thought of how sore I’d be, how somehow the pleasure would still cut through the pain, how overwhelming it’d feel to have hands on my hips, thrusting me like a fleshlight, until finally hot seed pours deep inside me. Maybe it’s the first time that day, maybe it’s the 20th, but each time it never fails to make me moan like a whore and tighten up around the cock inside me, milking every last drop into me.

As embarrassed as I am to admit it, it probably wouldn’t be hard to make me cum just from the sound of you saying you’re going to cum while you fuck into me…

#sighhh #google search how to safely get bred by 20 strangers a day #theybitch #ask #anon

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theauthorlives · 2 years ago

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five times touched

(Hit me wit your best shot, I'm so excited)

@xshatteredreflectionsx

Five Times Drabbles (Accepting, but slow.)

five times touched: ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

It had been a whirlwind of a day. It started out as normal, then he met one of the new inmates (luckily, not the man that looked like a douche), then they FOUGHT, and now he was stuck in solitary on an overexaggerated act.

"First riot in years... Tch." He kicked some dust with the scuff of his shoe. "What does he call the brawl last week? Some sorta dance-off?" Dropping onto the flimsy, wire-frame bed with an annoyed grumble, Yancy rubbed the bottom of his lip with his thumb. It didn't hurt that badly, but it would likely leave a mark. Somehow, that new face had a good aim, even if they looked like they could be knocked over by a moderate breeze. What was their deal anyway? Being all nice and friendly, and then throwing it back in his face when he tried giving them an out? What did they want? Did they even know what they wanted?

It was a good punch. Little sloppy, but surprisingly good.

With a heavy sigh, Yancy flopped back against the pillow that was only slightly softer than a rock. It would be fine. He could manage one night of this. Then, he would be allowed back to his cell where he could have some peace and quiet and move on from this mess.

(Oh, if only he knew what changes happened while he was gone!)

"- which had Jimmy the Pickle nearly throw me outta the fucking window. And lemme tell youse, if I was a man who wanted out of here I would've taken him up on that offer!"

Months in the same space had broken down the walls. It was the first time in a long time that Yancy felt this comfortable with anyone. It didn't matter what they spoke about, or what they were doing. Everything made sense with Morgan in a way Yancy wasn't sure he could understand.

The story of the morning's events had Morgan snort in that familiar silent laugh, which immediately turned to anguish as they realised they had been distracted long enough to fumble one of their loops on their latest project. Unfortunately for Yancy, they were sitting side-by-side on the bottom bunk, which left him prime target for them to roughly slam their shoulder into his arm.

Naturally, this prompted the greaser to let out a dramatic, wounded cry and slump to the side. "Aw fuck! I can't believe youse would try and take me down like this. Me! Youse's good and loyal cellie who ain't done nothing wrong ever!" Though the conversation was one-sided (for now. Yancy was still secretly learning sign), words weren't needed as Morgan instead pulled out a spare crochet needle and began playfully poking him in the arms with it. It was only when they stopped and they looked up expectantly for Yancy's apology did he see an opportunity:

"So does that mean my funeral crochet blanket's gonna be fucked up and sloppy?"

Sure, he got shoved out of the bunk, but it was so worth it.

Yancy sat at the tiny table in the cell, tongue peeking out between his lips as he gave his full attention to the page in front of him. The page went over the finger-spellings that the class were going to be tested on. They knew the signs, but it was the test to see if they could spell words, and so speed was needed just as much as accuracy.

This was how Morgan found him upon their return from their late shift in the kitchen. He was muttering letters to himself, interspersed with the occasional swear. Unlike before, when he had to do all this in private, it didn't matter that he had been caught in the act. If anything, it was a startling reminder that Yancy did all this for them. And he was still dedicated to the task.

They waved to catch his attention. Doing okay? (It was best to keep the sentences short and slow.)

"Yeah. I, uh, wait." He flipped the pages of the notebook until he found a stuck-in sheet with phrases. Hard. Work. "Uh... Hang on." Another pause as the book was turned to the original page. S-P-E-L-I-N-G.

Morgan chuckled and scooped up their own notebook and pen before sitting beside him. 'You forgot an 'L' just now.'

"I did? Shit. We's gonna lose marks if we don't sign fast and right."

'You don't need to spell that fast. Not yet. You have time. Want help?'

"Please."

Together, they worked through the list of words slowly, Yancy trying to get the knack of it. His hands worked slower than his mind - which already struggled with topics like spelling - so it was an uphill battle. But with that, there was a moment where he couldn't make the transition between letters right. Without thinking, Morgan reached over and gently placed their hand on his to help guide him through the letters. The idea that they could touch each other so casually was still a new experience for the pair that were still reeling over Yancy's confession a few mere weeks earlier. If Morgan was trying to help focus Yancy on the task, it only served to do the opposite as he instead lifted his hand so he could kiss the back of theirs.

Little surprise, then, that both forgot the purpose of the help as Yancy opted to spell L-O-V-E-U before gingerly pulling them in for a kiss.

(He never wanted to get used to this sensation.)

Another day, another loop. The calm before the storm on the Invincible. The Leads of the different departments were holding a meeting on what to do and how to deal with this.

(Morgan was not dealing with it well, thank you very much.)

"Hey, Captain. I brought youse the... Captain?" Yancy had been assigned to bring Morgan up their coffee. He'd even found one of their novelty mugs - Cartoony dolphins with one as a handle from some aqua resort Yancy couldn't pronounce. Instead, Morgan hurried right past him like he wasn't there. He knew that was the price to pay of another secret relationship... But it still stung.

He didn't belong on the bridge anyway. He was just a mechanic who only got in because the Captain had made a plea case for bringing someone along as part of a parole initiative. He didn't deserve to be here. The mug was left on the designated holder on the main panel so he could skulk out.

Later in the day, he had spent the whole of his morning and most the afternoon putting the final repairs on one of the mopeds that had received minor damage during transit. It was nothing terrible, but enough to need his full attention. He had tidied up and was getting ready to leave when Morgan walked in.

"Captain! I -"

They walked though him, literally bumping against his shoulder with enough force to knock him back a step. One of the crew walking behind turned to him. "What do you think you're doing? The Captain has more important things to deal with than someone like you."

Yancy froze, only nodding in agreement when the words sunk in. There and then, he made the decision to spent the evening in his own cabin once his shift was done.

It was terrible! The Gang were so sure they had figured out the best way to best the grumpy old men who wanted to turn a basketball court into a place where large benches would sit for the old men to sit on. But no! Some snooty snob decided that fun wasn't allowed! It was unfair! Yancy had decided that enough was enough! He was going to sort this out! He -

Something tapped his left cheek.

Then his right.

Then his left again.

Then both, for good measure.

Blearily, Yancy blinked awake to the blissful sight of a beaming Morgan over him.

You were muttering in your sleep.

"I would have punched some old men and went back to prison so we's could play basketball." The sentence was mumbled with such self-assuredness that Morgan snorted and patted his cheeks again. This time, they pressed inward until Yancy's lips puckered like a fish. It seemed to be enough to tug him fully back into the world of the waking, though it made speaking a little tricky.

"Wot timezit aneeweh?"

Too early, Morgan responded matter-of-factly once they pulled their hands back. It didn't answer the question, yet he was completely satisfied to know just that much.

"Good. I'm going back to sleep."

To punch old men?

"Nah. I'd rather dreams with youse in 'em. They's is way better. One time you revealed youse was a dragon. That was cool as shit. When's you gonna show me that here? Youse'd look fine as fuck with wings, just saying."

Both hands were back on his face this time, immediately blocking the wink that Morgan knew was coming. That only left them vulnerable to being snatched by the waist and pulled back down so they were in his embrace again. They didn't struggle, not when it meant they could nestle up against him until they felt comfortable.

"Hey, uh... Thanks. For waking me up. I mean. Didn't think I's ever spoken in my sleep like that before. Kinda prefer the not-sleep life where I knows youse loves me, so uh -!"

A hand quickly shot up to cover his mouth in a silent plea of shut up and go back to sleep.

#gotta be better than all above; so i can be worthy of their love (yancy/morgan)#(my best shot you say? You mean FLUFF?)#xshatteredreflectionsx #(I was meant to go to bed an hour ago. Ah well :D )

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lil-scout-precure · 2 years ago

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Eurovision Semi-final 1 Personal Reactions in resumee:

Spoilers of Eurovision 2023 SemiFinal ahead

Opening (and the First Interval act with Alyosha and Fergusson): To cite Shrek in Shrek 2: "Could you please not make any Ukraine homage emotional and heart-breaking...FOR FIVE MINUTES?!" 😭😭😢 (for the Opening only: I wish LatAm countries would be so dedicated in making such arrangements for hosting any event like they do in Liverpool TmT)

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Norway: The song still majestic and strong as her spirit, but something's off with Ale (whistle note and finale)...In the name of the Nordics, please save her, televote ;m; T-T

Malta: They revamped the 8-bit sprites to not get sued by Nintendo, right? Also, CARBOARD DESTINY IS BACK and that SLAY! Deserves to be saved from 2nd spot death curse :,)

Serbia: HE BROUGHT THE FLOWER AND THE GUNDAM MECHA!! :DDD Luke, to the finals, now. Obligatory.

Latvia: The same staging as the Supernova version. But still have some energy. Well, only time will tell if they're saved...

Portugal: Where's the sofa and heart engines from Festival da Canção? ._. Still, EATING THE ENTIRE STAGE WITH HER CLASS...Loving it and wishing it to go to the finals :)

Croatia: A teeny weeny softer than the original Dora 2023 version. But still the same insane Let 3 in stage XD. Even the rocket finale was improved :D. I swear if they don't get into the finals...

Switzerland: The suit is fine, at least original with the pyro effects and the choreo. Not as good as Gjon, but at least better than the last year's entry and maybe, MAYBE it can make it. No guarantee though

Ireland: Still the lower key pitch upsets me. But the staging WAY BETTER than the studio and Eurosong versions and with more style. Fearing for them, still.

Israel: My GOSH, Noa Kirel and Israel. We asked you for a competitive song in the sight of three Nordics slaying, not a MASTERPIECE. 🤯😦 If the rumors of the dancebreak part of Solo are really true (not seen the rehearsals before the semis to avoid spoilers), they gonna need A FRICKING MIRACLE, cause Noa just raised the bar to the arena's ROOF 😂. Directly to the finals, assured!

Moldova: The closest we can have to a well-done Fulenn successor in staging and style and all ;w;. The flute guy making justice to the Sax Guy from Sunstroke Project (NF runner-up), and ready to battle Loreen again like in 2012! (the coincidence she came up next in the running order of the semis) Please let this happen!

Sweden: SHE BROUGHT THE (panini press) LED SCREEN!! 🥰🤩😍How do you say "Mother" in Swedish? Cause she just made it like MelFest... ;w; (the postcard of her relaxing in the lake just nails her vibes). The world will be ON FIRE if she flops TwT

Azerbaijan: Not my favorites of the semi roster (they would have been safer in the second semi, tbh) or the entry list in general. But they sang good and with nice vibes? Yup. They just give some band vibes like Gorillaz (my mutuals can agree on this, as they told me that and I see they're right). They gonna need a lot of luck to get to the finals, still.

Czechia: Not what I expected (still attached to the studio version videoclip ;w;), but my gosh: They can SING perfectly in live! Loved the outfits, the entire vocal harmony and the performance. (The braid part reminded me of the Nasci María live staging for Portugal somehow). I will cry if they are gone from the finals. Please, one chance. ;w; 😭🥲

Netherlands: Fearing for them since the pre-parties performances and with some HOPE for the semis. 😣😔 Still, they gave their best and looked just so happy at the end. 🥲. Well, you made your best, even if you don't make it

Finland: My mutuals and most of all Europe said already everything about him. But I'm gonna repeat it: HE JUST HYPED THE FINAL SPOT! The improvements to the UMK choreo, the wild vibes... Getting him out of the finals is a national if not a continental punishable CRIME. Don't make that mistake, televote, he gave you the SHOW.

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Rita Ora segment: Damn, UK. You brought the best of the best to perform in the intervals. Like Madonna in the Super Bowl, but way better! :D

The Graham Norton resumee of Eurovision: Very self-aware of the bad luck UK got during the recent millennia but still knowing their best hits in earlier years ;w;. Also, the mentions of the best Ukrainian entries and Kalush is appreciated. (Not to mention the homage to Sam Ryder's ROYAL talent)

The Timur reaction clip: I've never seen so much passion in a victory not from LatAm's football fans. Beautiful O,W,O

The Dustin the Turkey moment: Where is this dude from? (minutes after searching for Ireland 2008 entry: They took the "Eurovision weird level" seriously XD)

The Måns and Filomena segment: Need to make that game for the friends rn. (Poor Måns, he thought Achille qualified in Torino...We feel your pain ;w;)

The Italy-France-Germany segments: La Zarra just as France-class as she can be, LOTL being just almost like Maneskin at this rate in charisma, and Marco being a sweetie...FUCK NO, NOT THE SPOILERS FROM THEIR PERFORMANCES! (mutes and changes broswer tab view) 😭😭

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The moment of truth:

Croatia: THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT! They will bring the traktor! ;w;

Moldova: YES! We need Loreen and the 2012 return will be complete!

Switzerland: I know I said there maybe could go but HOW IN TARNATION?

Finland: KAARIJA STANS, TODAY IS NATIONAL CRAZY AND PARTY DAY! Finland 2024 is nigh!

Czechia: MIRACLES EXIST...GRACIAS, DIOS, you gave them a chance! Go, Vesna!

Israel: Of course she had to be selected! :D If Solo EVER makes it to the finals, they're probably screwed XD

Portugal: Madre mía, this is a lucky day. My favs are into the finals!! (well...most)

Sweden: OFFICIALLY, MOTHER HAS RETURNED TO EUROVISION!! THE RETURN IS COMPLETE! (Wins either her or Kaarija, I will be happy nevertheless. They're both incredible)

Serbia: LUKE HAS BEEN SAVED! 🥲🥲Serbia again to the finals with the surreal and out-of-box slaying. Konstrakta would be so proud of him... TwT

Norway: THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Thank you, televote! ;W; 😭😭😭. Now I won't be sad in these semis. (almost) ALL MY FAVORITES INTO THE FINALS! :DDD

Ps: Could we please swap Malta or Latvia in exchange of Switzerland, pretty please?

Now to wait the second semis...Not as excited for them like in this one (except for Austria, Australia, Georgia, Armenia, Estonia and Slovenia), but still interested (bring Ruslana, plz ;W;)

#esc cause why not #eurovision 2023 #nicky's chatter #random shit #semifinal 1 #today I invite some wine and pizza...If i had any of it XD #the nordics serving today #still a bit curious about how “poland” will make it this thursday #“poland” bc it's not Poland's song...just the TV's choice

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totheseok · 5 months ago

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home is where the heart is

Jung Sungchan x Reader

synopsis: Sungchan and y/n are family friends but y/n moved abroad and they lost touch, now y/n is back in Korea for uni and it's just so happens sungchan is attending too and now he's helping her readjust and navigate through life in Korea. What could possibly go wrong?

stage seven: airport wifi sucks

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warnings: swearing

Airport WiFi sucks. Especially when you're sitting in a plane that hasn't taken off for two hours because there's an issue with the engine.

Y/N had been perfectly on time to the airport, she got to boarding just as they started and luckily didn't have to wait too long in line.

But of course, everything good comes to an end and for her it was the fact that her flight was now delayed. Its already been two hours and it doesn't seem like they'll be taking off anytime soon.

The issue lies in the fact that she has a connecting flight with a 3 hour layover in a different country and if her plane didn't take off soon she'd miss the connection. She had tried contacting Sungchan to let him know that she might be a few hours or maybe even a day late but alas, airport WiFi sucks, especially if you're sitting in a still airplane.

"Dammit," she groaned, leaning against the headrest, "why is it taking so long!"

As if her flight, that hadn't even started, could get any worse, the baby sitting two seats behind her started crying like the world was about to end.

Oh for the love of god please just start the flight.

Maybe god WAS real because as she sent out her silent plea. The pilot finally made the takeoff announcement and apologised for the delay.

Let's hope I don't miss the next one because if this.

Of course she missed the connection flight. It had to happen. For the plot.

She had gotten to the airport just in time for it but for some reason it had departed early.

For gods sake, one flight got delayed by 2 hours and the connection left an hour early? What sick games is this airline playing?

"Excuse me ma'am, but you can't stand here you must head over to either the exit or your next gate for your connection." an airport employee spoke up.

Maybe i should ask her what im supposed to do now.

"Oh, uh, sorry," y/n looked at the worker, "Uh, i missed my connection because it took off early so... what exactly do i do now?"

"Oh! Was your flight for Seoul?"

"Yeah."

"I see, right this way ma'am."

The worker started walking away from y/n, beckoning her and the other people who were supposed to be on a flight to seoul, to follow her.

After hours of waiting and working out what was going to happen, the airline gave all passengers a free night's stay at a 5 star hotel, all expenses included, and told them that they'd put them on the next flight to Seoul in 24 hours.

Exhausted, y/n flopped down on her bed, her brain was telling her there was something she really really needs to do, but good god the bed was so comfortable, and she was too tired to even blink and before she could even consider trying to remember what she was forgetting, she was out.

She woke up feeling like she was forgetting something very very important. So naturally, she decided that she would deal with it when she'll remember but for now... she was gonna get some food.

What time is it? Can i make it to the breakfast buffet?

9.47, she has 13 minutes to get breakfast.

Hmm, if all had gone according to plan i would've been 45 minutes away from landing at Incheon Airport in Seoul.

Wait...

I'd be landing in Seoul in 45 minutes... but i'm not... I HAVE TO TELL SUNGCHAN!

a/n: flight based on irl experience btw

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the0racl30fd3lphi · 2 years ago

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More than friends, a little more than lovers x.t. (p.2)

a/n: all the love you've given the first one literally makes me want to cry. i've never felt as seen and appreciated as i have when in my writing, so i really appreciate you all. i thought it was gonna flop but i just wanted to put my work out there. so here's part 2 i guess 😭 i also only ever seem to write when i'm so tired my exhaustion is seeping out of my ass i love you all.

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: nevermore's favorite "tortured" couple has separated and the school walks around on glass waiting to see the outcome.

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes

word count: 1,858

part 1 part 3

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It'd been three weeks since you and Xavier fell out of contact, in a way. You stopped stopping by his dorm nightly, you packed a smaller lunch, you sat next to anyone else in the classes you shared. And that little box? Kept under your bed? No new additions, still a secret (bar Val) but a little more dusty.

Every few nights or so, Val would catch you turning to face it's direction. You'd twist you'd turn, you'd reach but it'd falter. Your arm falls back down and you'd turn around in the other direction. Soon you stopped taking care of yourself as well. Obviously while keeping up appearances so no one bothered you. Val noticed though. She always knew what was up with you before you knew.

On the other side of the spectrum Xavier wasn't doing so well himself. Almost every night he spent at Ajax's dorm, crashing on a chair so not to oppose his roommate, or at his art studio. Turns out deep in the woods with nothing else but his feelings and his art, really sparks the inspiration.

His inspiration was you. Ceiling, to wall, to floor it was you. Any part of you that he remembered was everywhere. Nothing to disgrace your dignity, of course. The only dignity getting ruined was his. If anyone saw any of his work recently they'd call it a stalker obsession with you. He hated himself for not noticing earlier. For losing you. Every night he remembers the week you pulled away. Then he remembers the months before that when he pushed you away.

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"Hey, how were classes?" He ran up to you after catching a glimpse of you in the halls.

"Fine," You said so quietly he almost missed it.

"You okay?" The slight crinkle between his brows made your stomach turn in a good way and a bad one, you couldn't do it anymore.

"Great." With that you disappeared.

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You opened the door to Botany class, the overbearing replacement for Ms. Thornhill welcomed you when you showed up right after class was supposed to start. Mumbling an apology, your eyes caught Xavier's and he nodded with his head for you to sit down.

Instead of taking your normal place by his side you sat down next to Yoko far away from him. You spent the whole class period ignoring his gazes and attempts to get your attention. You had sped so fast once the bell rang to leave a gust of wind passed by you.

Twisting and turning through the corridors to make it to your next class a gentle hand gripped around your elbow and pulled you into the empty classroom next to you.

"What's up with you?" Xavier closed the door behind him and moved to stand next to you.

"Nothing's up with me," you tried to turn and escape him but he blocked your path each time.

"Somethings up," he grabbed your arm to keep you in place. "First you don't show up last night and then you don't sit next to me in class? What's going on?" His head kept moving to try and place itself in your line of sight.

"If you don't know what it is by now, it's obviously nothing!" Trying to keep yourself calm you rip your arm out of his grasp and ran out the door. To keep yourself hidden, you used the late Principal Weems ability and shifted into a random student so he couldn't recognize you.

Xavier rushed out of the classroom and stood in the hallway, getting pushed and shoved students annoyed he was blocking the way. If you were even there, or turned back to see him, you would've noticed the way he searched for you. The way his head shook as he rubbed the back of his neck. The sound a nearby locker made after the front of his boot made connection with it. The groan that left his mouth as he rubbed the top of his shoe trying to bring circulation back in his toes.

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"Hey Xavi! How you doin'?" you asked so positively, smiling widely and so radiantly. Looking back now, he wished he could have actually seen your face. Looking back now, he wished he actually looked at you. All he can remember was anything from his peripheral. Which is not a lot.

"I'm fine," he mumbled looking down at his phone, and then all around him. He was restless.

"Fine as in bad or fine as in good?" you tried to press. You shuffled and adjusted so now you were laying upside down next to him.

"Fine as in fine." He looked down to his phone once more, and the clock struck midnight. And just like Cinderella and her shitty little shoe, he ran to the window and opened just enough to hear...

Wednesday.

Wednesday on her dumb little cello.

It was unfair that she was so talented, so good at playing the music. Of course he adored her, who wouldn't?

"It's so... melodic," Xavier basically swooned out the window. Remember those cartoons, when the character smells a pie or something and floats around following the aroma? Welcome to the dumb stupid look on Xavier's face.

"She's playing the melody of... the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 remixed with Lady Jane by The Rolling Stones that's why its melodic." You looked at him like he was genuinely and idiot. "It's written to sound like that."

He completely ignored you.

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Classes were tense. It was even as if the teachers knew something was up, which they probably did. You couldn't tell if it was comforting or strange how the distance between you two effected the school. At least you knew you weren't crazy now, other people thought they had something too. You're not alone in your delusion, yippie.

It was night again, and you fell into the same delusional habit as you did every night. Yet this time Val said something.

"Doll, I adore you. You know this," She starts pulling you down onto her bed as you walked passed. "So all of this is out of love, get your shit together!" She smothered a pillow into your face and laid her whole body weight onto you.

"Which shit this time?" You rolled her off you and slapped her in the stomach.

"The Xavier one," she turned over to face you.

"Oh for the last time-" You started before it earned you a solid slap on the arm.

"Shut up you're literally living in a pipe dream, Xavier is everything to you just kiss and make up already! It's painful to watch you sulk like this," Val squeezed your cheeks together and slapped the side of your face.

Tapping right back into your favorite mimic powers, you quickly grew a two fangs and your eyes glowed red as you barred your teeth at her. She hated cringe acts that felt like they came right out of a CW show.

"Yes, please, bite me my mystical dark overlord!" She pretend purred at you and slapped your stomach once more real hard. Hard enough to make you groan and suck the fake fangs right back in. "I'm a vampire slut, you can not scare me with my own tactics."

That night, you turned on your side once more and thought, maybe it was a good idea to pursue. That night, when you considered floating that little box under your bed that felt so scary to think of, you did. And you traced the outlines of a photo you drew of him, watching it move and watching his smile grow as he turned to face the foreground.

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Maybe it had been three days since you considered making up with Xavier. Maybe you still hadn't done anything about it but consider, that's regardless of the point now.

It had been however, three days since you unblocked him and stopped throwing away the letters and drawings he sent you begging to apologize.

You looked at him once. In class, across the room from him you felt his burning gaze fester on the side of your head. So you looked. And his eyes widened. And some color rose back in his face. And the corners of his lips twitched up. And his iris' got smaller as his pupils widened at the sight of you.

It felt like a dream, right out of a movie scene. Damn Mr. Winston and his last 30 minuets of free time in this dumb poetic writing class. He was young, he understood what it was like to be in high school so he was very laid back. Because of this your headphones were in, and your women-crush-Wednesday (no pun intended) Taylor Swift played in your head. Wonderland.

She really could write something for every situation you could find yourself in. Xavier and his student green eyes and that cheshire cat smile. Caught in this trance, staring in his eyes, you nodded. Quietly you mouthed, Okay.

The life that filled his whole body at your silent confirmation was enough to fill you with a sense of hope. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe the situation was much more different than you thought.

"tonight?" he texted you quickly. "9pm?"

"nightshade library." you sent back.

He looked back up at you and smiled lightly, sadly.

A new type of ecstasy filled your veins at the prospect of tonight. Things will change, you hoped. Things will change, you were sure of it.

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"Okay, I'm going." You breathed out standing in front of the door. The handle felt menacingly cold when you reached for it.

"Wait, love wait!" Val stumbled out of bed and twisted you around to face her. Smoothing out your clothes and fluffing your hair, "I am so proud of you my girl. This is insanely brave of you, now go, go!" She kissed the top of your head and pushed you out the door.

"Fuck him senseless! Don't let that skinny white boy top you, you're better than that!" She called out after you before shutting the door. You could hear her cackle from down the hall and you yourself laughed. Headphones were your saving grace at this point, calming the inner monologue.

The walk felt eternally long and frighteningly short. Way too soon you were at the statue, snapping twice, and walking down the stairs. He was already there. Xavier was pacing around in a line playing with all the rings on his fingers. Fidgeting was what he did when he was nervous.

The last click of your boots on the tile floor grabbed his attention. Maybe it was the lighting, but the second he turned around he looked worse for wear. You hadn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since he left for the summer last year, knowing he'd be stuck at home with his family, and away from you. Granted only until you two snuck away from your psychotic families, and ran away for the rest of the summer using your mimic ability to the fullest.

"Hi." You whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. So familiar he prayed he'd never have to hear it again.

"Hey."

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tried to get this part 2 out as fast for y'all as i could! so if you like it enough, a part 3 will follow with the ending i have not planned out yet. if you don't, the ending is left up to interpretation. did they make up? did they make out? did they fall further apart? who knows! ( i don't yet we'll see)

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minisugakoobies · 3 years ago

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Bet On It | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, fingering, getting frisky in a public bathroom, uh i'm gonna say light bondage, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), Yoongi is a blond menace, undercut warning

Word Count: 6.5K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

A/N: Sooooo this was supposed to be a drabble, part of my Milestone Celebration. The prompt was “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” I wrote 500 words... and then another 500... and then bloop! It became a one-shot. Originally I intended to post this on his birthday, but I'm impatient to get started on my next fic idea, so.... here you go!

Thanks to @thatlongspringnight and @namjinsmoonchile for brainstorming trivia team names.

Unbeta’d as usual. I would love to hear what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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“Okay, you motherfuckers, let’s do this. Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!” With a vicious grin, you raise your pint in a toast to your teammates.

Blank stares greet you from around the table.

“She’s doing it again,” Jungkook says.

“I know. Just ignore her,” Seokjin replies.

“Oh, come on,” you sigh. “Help me out here! It’s been three weeks with no wins. You’re our leader, Seokjin–give us a rousing speech! Do something to rally the troops!”

Jungkook frowns. “Jin, you promised you’d talk to her about the military metaphors.”

“I did! And do you know what she said? ‘Roger that!’ Then she saluted!”

“I’m sitting right here, jerks. You’re not even pretending to whisper!” With a frustrated pout, you turn your attention to the busy room around you.

The Blue & Grey is packed once again as you sip on the pub’s latest brew (an apricot wheat, perfect for early summer) while you wait for your trivia match to begin. It’s your Friday night post-work routine, just as it’s been for the last five months, ever since your coworker/work spouse Seokjin invited you to join his team, the Real Jiniuses.

He’d heard through the office grapevine that you liked games. And were a little competitive. Clearly, his source understated the facts.

You love trivia. And you fucking live for the thrill of competiton.

So once you’d stopped mocking him for the team name, you’d agreed.

Seokjin leans forward, long black hair flopping over his forehead as he gently clasps his large hand over yours. He utters your name calmly, like a parent trying to reason with a bratty child. “Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too seriously?”

“Pfft, I think you’re not taking it seriously enough! Do you really want to lose to You Just Got Served? Again?”

You Just Got Served. Aka the Real Jiniuses’ rivals. Led by Hoseok from Legal aka Hardass Hobi as you and Seokjin refer to him. So named because of his ruthless attitude in the office.

Also he had a peach so firm you could bounce a paperclip off it. Not that you, the head of HR, had ever tried that. Ahem.

Normally, your teams trade the top spot in the match rankings, but they’ve been kicking your asses for the last few weeks. And you know it’s all thanks to one man.

Min Yoongi. Your nemesis.

He’s You Just Got Served’s ace. The man with all the answers. The man who annoys the fuck out of you. Because just as quickly as you marked him your biggest competition for ultimate trivia master, he sussed you out as the same.

A sneak glance at his team’s table confirms what you already knew. He’s watching you. Which only adds to your irritation. Sure, his whole team is technically your competition, but all your ire is reserved for the annoyingly sharp, vexingly handsome man studying you from across the room.

Make no mistake, he is handsome. As he gazes at you now with those cat-like eyes, newly bleached-blonde hair hanging messily over his brow, examining you from behind a pair of thick black frames, your pulse quickens slightly, despite your best efforts to appear calm and unperturbed.

“Do I want to lose to Hardass again and have to deal with him bringing it up in our Monday morning meeting? No. But it’s a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things.” Seokjin pauses. “Do you really want a repeat of Trivial Pursuit night?”

“You always bring that up!” A few weeks into your time with the team, Seokjin had invited you to his apartment to play board games with some of the others. It had not gone particularly well. The ‘take no prisoners’ approach to trivia you’ve got makes for a bad scene when your opponents are your friends. “I said I was sorry!”

And you’d been permanently banned from board games night.

“You made Jungkook cry!”

You scoff, sipping your pint. “Oh, like that’s hard!”

“Hey!” Jungkook protests with a tiny sniffle. You gesture emphatically.

“Fine, point made,” Seokjin concedes, lovingly rubbing his boyfriend’s back while carefully avoiding his glare. ”Can we just have fun tonight? Please?”

Only because he’s your favorite coworker, and only because you don’t want to lose yet another friendship over a game, you give in. “Yeah, yeah, fun, whatever. I’ll get the next pitcher.”

The bar is horribly crowded as you approach. Apparently all the other players have decided to place their drink orders at the same exact time. Tapping your fingers on the smooth wooden surface, you’re patiently waiting to catch the bartender’s eye when a velvety voice rumbles in your ear.

“Back for more, huh?”

The devil himself. “Hi, Yoongi.”

He slips in beside you, propping himself up on an elbow on the bar. If you were friends, you’d tell him that you think his fresh undercut is striking, and paired with his newfound blondness, makes him look like a goddamn snack.

But you’re not, so you just ignore him and keep focused on flagging down the bartender.

“I never pegged you for a masochist,” Yoongi notes, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth. You try not to follow the movement with your eyes but it’s like breathing - happens completely involuntarily. “Yet here you are again, looking for more pain. Which I’m more than happy to provide.”

You finally place your pitcher order with the bartender before sizing up the man beside you. This is your other Friday night routine–trading insults with Yoongi. It’s how you prepare for the game, exchanging verbal jabs with the enemy. Though lately it’s been more innuendos than barbs, especially on his end, and these back-and-forths leave you feeling more heated than ready for battle.

Damned if you'll let him know that, though. Admitting that Yoongi has some sort of power over you feels like admitting defeat. And that’s the one thing you’ll never do.

“God, I can’t wait to make you choke on those words when we beat your ass tonight.”

His lips twitch mirthfully. “Oh, now you want to choke me? And there’s the sadism. Fascinating. I’m just learning all sorts of new things about you tonight.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you groan, rolling your eyes. He’s so transparent with these attempts to get under your skin. It’d be hilarious, if only they didn’t work. “Maybe you should spend less time learning about me and more time studying up on your trivia? Then you won’t have to resort to these childish attempts at riling me up to feel superior.”

“Please. We both know I don’t need to do any of that. When it comes to trivia, I’m the king.”

“You’re the worst, your highness,” you proclaim, tone dripping with disdain.

He sidles closer, near enough that you breathe him in. Despite all his sharpness, his scent is so soft–lavender, with woodsy notes, mixed with the spice of the whisky cocktail he exhales as he peers at you through those dark glasses. Warm and inviting.

“Oh, I like that. You can call me that from now on, if you’d please.”

“Fuck off. Prepare to be dethroned, asshole.”

“Ha. You making a run for the crown? Good. Bring it. But know that I never back down from a challenge.”

Your retort is cut off by a voice behind you. “Yoongi, did you–oh.” It’s Hobi, looking devastatingly gorgeous as usual in a perfectly tailored suit. Since most of the players here come straight from your place of work, it's a rather well-dressed bunch of nerds. No complaints on your end. “I was gonna ask what’s taking you so long with my drink, but nevermind. I see now.”

“Just having a friendly little discussion here.”

“I’m sure.” Hobi nods coolly at you before he nudges Yoongi out of the way to speak to the bartender. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

“Oh no, please do,” you quip. “I insist.”

Yoongi pouts, pretty lips puffing up before that cocky grin reappears again. It’s never far when he’s talking to you. “But we were having such an illuminating conversation.”

“You mispronounced ‘torturous.’”

His smile widens and you realize you’ve once again led him where he wants the conversation to go. It’s incredible. You never intend to set him up like that and yet there you go walking directly into his traps every time.

You sidestep.

“Well, it depends on–what? What are you looking at?” He slaps a hand to his slender neck suddenly, rubbing as though he’ll find something staining the skin there, based on the way you’re squinting as you stare at his throat.

“Sorry, I’m just marveling at the structural integrity of your neck.”

He lifts an eyebrow.

“It’s amazing that something so thin can support something so big.”

His eyes flash before he smirks, opening his mouth.

“If you’re about to make a big dick comment, I swear to God I’ll kick you straight off this team right now,” Hobi promises from over his shoulder, and Yoongi swiftly closes his mouth. “Come on, enough harassing the competition.” He tips his drink towards you. “Best of luck.”

Hobi leads Yoongi back to their table, and you know you shouldn’t ogle him openly, but Yoongi’s tight pants hug his ass so obscenely that you can’t stop yourself and oh, great, he caught you looking. Hastily, you grab your pitcher and bolt for your table, which is close enough to where Yoongi sits that you can hear him chuckling delightedly.

The quizmaster welcomes everyone to trivia night, and your thoughts are quickly replaced by the only thing that could drive Yoongi out of your head–the exhilaration of the game.

Two hours later, sitting at the bar, you’re trying to drown your sorrows with yet another pint. You Just Got Served’s winning streak continues.

“That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You frown as Yoongi takes a seat on the barstool next to you. “What sound?”

“The little noise you made when your team lost.” He sips his drink casually, eyes once again fixed on your face, observing your reaction closely.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you sniff, crossing your arms. “I didn't say anything.”

For once, you hadn’t. You’d been so sure that your team was going to pull out the win with the final question tonight that you were left completely speechless by the results. Unlike last week, when you’d let loose a flurry of loud expletives, much to Seokjin’s absolute embarrassment.

Okay, maybe tonight you’d made a little exclamation of protest. Just a tiny one. But there was no way Yoongi could’ve heard it.

“You absolutely did. Kinda sounded like a… a needy whine?” The smirk returns. “I’ve never heard anything so sweet.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “Is that because you’ve never made a woman whine before?” Yoongi scowls as you raise your pint to your smiling lips.

Hobi suddenly materializes at your side like a sexy but stern magician. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You should really consider joining our team,” he says, motioning to the bartender for a refill. “Aren’t you tired of losing?”

“Cross over to the Dark Side? Aren’t you supposed to entice me with saving my friends or offer me cookies or something?”

“Fuck, even for a nerd, you’re a nerd, you know?” Hobi sighs. “Which is why you should be with us. You’re absolutely wasted on the Jiniuses. Don’t you want to be on the winning team for once?”

“Save it, Hoseok.” With one hand, you shoo him away. “Go gloat elsewhere. It’s bad enough I can never shake this one,” you thumb at Yoongi.

“Yeah, weird how that always happens,” Hobi comments drolly, clapping Yoongi on the shoulder as he drifts off to bother Seokjin.

“Anyway…” Yoongi drawls as if he were never interrupted, “what will it take to get you to make that noise again? I miss it already.”

“God, what will it take to get you to shut up about it?”

“How about a little wager over next week?”

“Mmmm, not much of a gambler.” Contests, you like. Gambling, not so much. You don’t believe in luck. Just in yourself.

“Afraid you’ll lose? I would’ve thought you’d be used to that by now.”

He’s such an ass. “Fine, let’s say I take you up on this. What’s in it for me?”

“Name your prize.”

“Okay, how about… if my team wins, you pick up our tab for the night.”

He taps his glass thoughtfully. “Is that all?”

“What, that’s not enough?” He has no idea how much Seokjin alone can drink.

“I’m just saying. Make it worth your while.”

Tossing back the rest of your drink, you reconsider. What do you want? “All right. You pick up our tab, and you have to stop annoying me every week. Which means no more comments about stupid shit like imaginary sounds.”

He’s silent for a moment, still examining you as he mulls your words. You wonder if you’ve made a mistake with your choice of prize. Don’t you enjoy being the center of his attention every week? Crave his fiery words and longing looks? There’s a weird sense of panic growing in the pit of your stomach while you wait for his response.

“Okay,” he finally replies, setting his empty glass on the bar. He tilts towards you, and the loud din of the room around you dies away as he murmurs, “But when my team wins, I’m finally going to take you home and do everything I’ve ever wanted to do to you, over and over, until you can only make that sweet little sound.”

A jolt ripples through you. Shifting in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, you inhale deeply to control your breathing, so you give nothing away. “Are you kidding me? You really think I’d agree to that? To offering myself as a prize?”

“Yes.” Stated so matter-of-factly.

“And just why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because you want to come home with me. You’re just too proud to admit it. So I’ll make it easy for you. When I win, you’re mine for the night.” He lightly skims a long finger down your arm, and goosebumps rush to fill the space where his skin touched yours.

The satisfied look in his eyes as you struggle to compose yourself is the only thing anchoring you to reality, keeping you from grabbing him by the tie and dragging him straight into the bathroom.

You won’t let him win that easily.

“Well. That is simply not going to happen. I’ll take the bet, because I know it’s the only way to get you to stop bothering me, and because I know I’m going to win.” Gracefully, you climb off your stool, thankful that your legs haven’t turned to jelly after what he said. “You’re going down.”

He winks. “Well yeah, fingers crossed, love.”

Your scowl leaves him laughing as you stalk away.

“I’ve been dreaming about that noise all week long.” Yoongi’s voice drifts over the clatter around you. After another long week, it’s Friday again, so you’re at the bar, ordering provisions. And of course Yoongi’s here, too, wearing a grey three-piece suit, running his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, looking delicious as always.

How annoying.

“You’ve been hallucinating an imaginary sound? You should probably get that checked out.” The bartender slides a cocktail towards you and you give them an appreciative nod before taking a sip.

“Really?”

“Really what?”

He grins, pink lips revealing a gummy smile. “Is that the best you’ve got tonight?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You’re not stressing about the match, are you? Wouldn’t want to win because you’re not on your game.”

“I’m always on.” Maybe it’s the exhaustion of a long week getting to you, but his snarky comments are even more irritating than usual tonight.

“Good. Because I want to know I’ve beaten the best.” The corner of his mouth lifts, that familiar crooked smile igniting a flame inside you.

You quickly tamp it down.

“Always so damn confident, aren’t you, Yoongi? Talking so big. Even if you win, do you really think you can make me make that sound again? Or any sounds, for that matter?”

He watches you over the rim of his glass as he takes a long dram. Something flutters against the bare skin of your thigh and you glance down to see his other hand brushing lightly along your leg.

“I assure you that I can and I will. But if you’d prefer a demonstration…?”

The hem of your skirt is pinched between his fingers. He rolls the fabric up slightly and you inhale sharply as his thumb strokes the smooth skin beneath. Tearing your gaze away from his hand, you find him studying your reaction. Waiting.

The quizmaster for the evening announces ten minutes until the match. You snap out of your trance and swat his hand away, hoping your bored expression is more convincing than it feels. “No need to embarrass yourself now. Save it for the quiz.”

Even though you know you shouldn’t, you glance back over your shoulder as you saunter away. Yoongi leans against the bar, tongue poking his cheek as he watches your hips sway and fuck, he’s caught you looking again. That spark inside you burns as he winks, and you turn away, in desperate need of your drink and a distraction.

Without a doubt, trivia night is always the highlight of your week. But tonight you’re too keyed up to truly enjoy it. Every round has you on edge, wondering if you’re one step closer to winning or losing the bet–and trying to figure out which outcome you’d prefer. All of this means a quieter, more subdued you than usual. Naturally, your friends notice.

“You feeling okay tonight?” Jungkook asks between the second and third rounds, nudging you gently with his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You flash the briefest of smiles. Jungkook jerks his head at his boyfriend, who shrugs and raises his eyebrows. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here looking right at you.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Seokjin exclaims.

“Please. Your face is louder than a fire alarm.”

“You say you’re fine, but you’re still on your first drink, and you haven’t made a single warfare reference all night,” Jungkook states. “So obviously you’re not.”

“It’s nothing! Just a little out of it after a rough week,” you lie, trying to summon some enthusiasm. “Don’t worry, I’m ready for the next round! Once more unto the breach!”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose adorably as Seokjin grants you a half-grin, but you know they’re not fully convinced.

Is this Yoongi’s evil plan? To psych you out with this bet and mess with your mind? Prevent you from playing your best? If it is, it’s really working, goddamn it.

Somehow, despite your inability to relax, the match flies by, a blur of questions and answers and shouts of victory and defeat. It comes down to a repeat of last week, the Real Jiniuses and You Just Got Served neck-and-neck to the very end, with everything hinging on the final question.

“Alright, the category tonight is ‘Literature of Future Past.’ If you don’t know this next question, don’t blame the stars. What famous phrase from classical literature was infamously uttered by General Chang, the Klingon villain from the 1991 film ‘Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country?’”

As your teammates whisper to one another, hazarding wild guesses, you glance at Yoongi’s table. Like your team, he and the others sit with heads bent towards one another. But you have a clear view of Yoongi’s face, all furrowed brows and pouting lips.

For once, he doesn’t look confident.

“Hey!” Seokjin’s voice brings you back to the group. “You haven’t said a single word in the last five minutes. Do you have a guess or what?”

You don’t need a guess. Calmly, you whisper the answer to Seokjin. Everyone else seems uncertain, but you’ve never been more sure in your life.

“And the answer is–“

You can’t hear what the quizmaster reveals because one of your teammates begins screeching in your ear. Your eyes are fixed on You Just Got Served’s table as the scores are revealed.

Yoongi’s expression says it all.

You won.

There’s a lot of cheering and even more drinking after the results are announced. You’re thrilled that your team has finally snapped their run of losses. But you hang back a bit, watching your friends carry on carousing without you.

The celebrations eventually die down and your teammates begin to drift away. Soon, you’re the only one left, nursing another drink at the bar. You know you should go home, but you feel antsy, like you’re not quite done with the night yet.

“Congratulations,” Yoongi mutters, shouldering his way next to you. He motions to the bartender that he’s ready to close out his tab, which is undoubtedly astonishingly high given how much your team imbibed after you told them it was on him.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that?” Mustering up a playful grin, you cup your ear.

His mouth sets in a flat line before he speaks again. “Congratulations. You won. I’ll stop bothering you.” His long fingers drum quietly on the bartop as he waits for his card. There are no quippy comments, no teasing smiles, nothing but silence and distance.

Well, you don’t care for this at all.

“How disappointing,” you remark, twirling the stir stick from your cocktail between your fingertips. “I guess you talk a big game, but just can’t deliver, huh?”

Yoongi turns to you with narrowed eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“For your information, I didn't miss a single answer tonight, other than the last one! Any other night, that would’ve been enough to beat you,” he sulks. “That final round was bullshit. Who’s even watched that stupid old movie?”

Wow. Someone’s a sore loser.

“Except it wasn’t any other night, it was tonight, when you really needed to dig deep and secure the win, and you just… couldn’t.” You tip your head, giving him an appraising look. “And now you’re just giving up, huh? Throwing in the towel, because you lost one match.”

“Throwing in the - what are you talking about?” he hisses, attention fully focused on you now. You can feel the heat of his body where his arm presses against you, jostled closer by the other patrons vying for the bartender’s attention. “The bet’s over! You won. I lost.” His jaw twitches slightly with that last declaration.

Oh. You understand instantly. He’s mad at himself for losing.

It’d be so easy to reach out and grab his chin, look him in the eye, and tell him that you don’t care about any stupid bets. You want him to take you home. Make you his. But that requires you to surrender yourself to him, and that’s not the way you play.

“You know what I want?” The last dregs of your drink flow down your throat as you tip your head back to drain your glass. Yoongi watches closely, eyeing the graceful line of your neck with interest. “What I want is for you to show me that I beat the best tonight. Didn’t you say you never back down from a challenge? Then prove it.” He’s breathing hard as you smirk, twirling his black tie around your fingers. “Show me that you can deliver on that offer you made earlier. Make me whine, Yoongi, right here, right now, and I’m all yours.”

His eyes are darkened pools as he studies you. God, how you long to dive in. “Are you serious?”

"Mmmhmm. If you still want to take me home, you gotta make me want it. Show me what you can do.” Gently, you untwist his tie, smoothing the silky fabric, letting your fingertips skim against his chest as you gaze at him through lowered lashes.

“Fuck,” he whistles a low note. His tongue dances over his lower lip. “Come on.”

His hand grasps yours, pulling you off your seat. Most of the trivia crowd has cleared out by now. The quizmaster has been replaced by a deejay currently spinning something loud and fast. You wind your way through the crush of bodies on the dance floor as Yoongi leads you into the back hallway of the pub.

He pauses for a second at the door of one of the bathrooms. When no one answers his questioning knock, he quickly urges you inside and locks the door behind you.

In the flickering fluorescent lighting of the restroom, Yoongi removes his glasses, tucking them into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. His gaze slowly roams over your body, a nakedly hungry look on his face. Gone are the winks, the smirks, all those cocky little gestures he loves to tease you with. This is the expression of a man who wants to devour you whole, in no uncertain terms, and he’s dying for you to know it.

One of his hands cups your cheek while the other slides up your thigh, bunching your skirt as it goes. “If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word,” he instructs you. “This is only fun for me if you’re into it, too.”

“Okay.” Your breathing is a little shaky. The intensity of his gaze has you rattled. But you’ve already decided you want this, so you don’t plan on saying a word.

In fact, you don’t plan on making any noises at all. You’re not giving him an inch, or rather, a whine, unless he earns it from you.

With a tilt of his head, he pulls you into a kiss. A hint of whisky still clings to his lips, sweet and smoky, but it’s the bite underneath that has you leaning into him, seeking more, getting drunk on him. You curl your fingers into the lapel of his suit as he slides his hand around to your ass. He palms you through your panties, then lifts your leg to wrap around him as he grinds himself into your core.

He’s so hard against you already. Knowing that you’ve done this to him spurs you on, your lips falling open enough for him to lick into you. His hands find the zipper on your skirt and in an instant it’s crumpled around your feet.

“You taste so good,” he whispers, kissing a trail down your neck. “Do you taste like this everywhere?” You nearly moan his name, but bite your lip in time. Abruptly, he drops your leg and pulls away, and you teeter for a moment before catching yourself. In your head, you call him a few choice names, but you say nothing out loud.

His smirk reappears as he drops to his knees. “Better hold on to something.” He buries his face in your heat, kissing you through the sodden silk and lace he finds there. A keen bubbles up but you swallow it back down as his nose finds your clit and rubs against the sensitive nub. “You can start with me.” He grabs your left hand, placing it in his hair. Instantly, you card your fingers through his platinum locks. With your right hand, you grip the sink, needing something steady to keep you in place.

The man between your legs yanks your panties to the floor and dives in with no hesitation. His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit before he begins to swirl it around your clit and then his hands join the fray, fingers prying back your folds as he slips inside.

Your own tongue is speared between your teeth, to the point that you begin to fear you might chomp clean through. But if you let go, there’s no telling what sort of sounds will escape your lips, so you continue to hold it. Releasing his hair, you clutch at the sink with both hands.

Yoongi chooses that moment to replace his tongue with his index finger, and your mouth falls open as you rock your hips forward. How did he find that spot so quickly? He’s playing you like a musician plays an instrument, all deft fingers and graceful tongue, making your body sing.

“You like that, love? Hmm? Want another?” He adds a second finger.

Swiftly, you stuff the palm of your right hand into your mouth, gnawing to suppress any whimpers. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel yourself nearing your peak, continuing to rut your hips brazenly as you chase your high on his thrusting fingers. God, you’re going to cum if he keeps this up, but there’s no way you can possibly do that silently.

“Oh, look at you,” Yoongi groans happily, mouth lapping at the wetness clinging to your thighs. “Humping away, so needy. Are you wishing that was my cock inside you? Hmm?” He nips when you don’t reply. “I asked you a question, love.”

His fingers suddenly withdraw as his tongue stops.

Your eyes fly open. Releasing your palm, you glance down to find him resting on his heels, watching you with a wicked glint in his eyes.

“So that’s your game, huh?” he rasps, grabbing the hand that was just in your mouth. His thumb rubs over the teeth marks there. “Muffling yourself, so you won’t make any sound?”

You shrug, crossing your arms. “Maybe. Does it matter?”

“I think it does. Seems a bit like cheating to me.”

“It’s not cheating,” you petulantly claim, frustrated beyond belief. Can’t he just let it go and get back to proving his skill? You were so close. “It’s just… it’s like the final round. You know, it’s meant to be a challenge, not a walk in the park.” He doesn’t make any movements, continuing to observe you closely, and you pout. “Come on, I thought you didn’t back down from anything!”

Yoongi tips his head to the side as he considers your words. “I suppose you’re right.” He stands, loosening his tie. “You never really set any rules for this… challenge… of yours, so I can’t really say it’s not fair. But, you also didn’t specify what I could or couldn’t do, so....” He yanks the silky material from around his throat. “Turn around.”

He grips the tie tightly as you shoot him a curious look. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do with that?”

He doesn’t answer, just takes a step forward and lightly grasps your chin. “Turn. Around.” The tone of his voice is commanding, but there’s a question in his eyes. A way out, if you want it.

You turn around.

“Clasp your hands together.” Silently, you obey, and he wraps the tie around your wrists, binding them together. “Too tight?” Testing his work, you find that you have a little give, but not enough to get loose. Once you shake your head, he spins you around to face him again.

“Let’s see how quiet you can be now,” he murmurs, lowering his face to your neck and sucking at a sensitive spot beneath your ear. You huff a breath through your nostrils, still determined to keep completely mum.

Yoongi’s hands run over your blouse before tugging it up, sliding it over your breasts. His lips glide down until they meet your bra. He mouths at your nipples through the dark lace and you arch into him, wishing your hands were free so you could remove all the fabric preventing his hot kisses from touching your bare skin. Having him so close is torture.

Which is obviously the point.

You’re shifting around, trying ardently to get him to slide your bra down without actually saying anything, when there’s a knock at the door.

You both freeze. Yoongi lifts his head.

“Maybe we should–”

“Do you want to–”

“Hello, is someone in there?” More knocks. “Come on, there’s a line!”

“Do you want to stop?” Yoongi asks.

“God no,” you answer immediately, without a trace of shame.

A full gummy smile crosses his face. Then he turns and bellows, “FUCK OFF!”

The knocking ceases.

“I guess I should move things along,” he hums, tracing his hand down your torso. “As much as I wish I could take my time right now, I can’t. But that’s okay. After this, we’ll have all night.”

Without warning, he pulls you flush against him and kisses you fiercely. Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his greedy mouth. With your hands bound, you can’t run your fingers through his hair or cling to his shoulders or touch him in any of the million ways you’re dying to right now. You can’t even hold yourself up, melting into his embrace. He’s completely in control.

So you surrender.

His kisses grow messy, more desperate, until you’re both gasping for breath. His hand finds its way between your legs, stroking and plunging, one finger, then two, before he’s on his knees again.

“Lift this for me,” he bids you, bending your left leg. “Just let it rest here.” You wobble a little as you try to balance your thigh on his shoulder, puffing a frustrated breath, but before you can keel over, his strong hands grip your waist. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, love. Just lean back.”

Your back tilts against the cold sink. Yoongi’s supporting most of your weight as his hand splays on your stomach, holding you in place so you’re angled just right, completely open to him, just as he desires.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs reverently. “Such a shame I can’t savor you right now. But I promise I will later.” And then his mouth is on you.

The rude interruption seems to have lit a fire under him, because as soon as he sets a relentless pace, he doesn’t stop. He keeps finding that spot inside you, lithe fingers brushing over it again and again, making your eyes roll back in ecstasy. As he tongues at your clit, treating the tiny bud like a drop of the sweetest nectar, you realize your end is approaching quickly again.

You try to keep quiet. You really do. But all your effort is completely useless against Yoongi’s talented hands and tongue. Once your mouth goes slack, it’s over.

You begin to wail.

“Yoongi, oh fuck!” The floodgates open and you gasp, you moan, you scream his name. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god!”

He’s laughing into you, and you struggle hard against the tie, fighting to slip a hand loose so you can get your fingers on him, grab his hair, touch him, but in addition to being a trivia master he’s also apparently a fucking knot expert, so you’re not getting free. With a frustrated whine, you drop your head.

Game over. He wins.

He replaces his mouth with his thumb as he watches you through heavily-lidded eyes. “There it is, love! There’s that beautiful sound I’ve been dreaming of. I knew I could get you there.”

All you can do is groan his name. “Yoongi, please!” Not even sure what you’re pleading for, just knowing that you want whatever he’s willing to give.

The fingers pumping in and out of you make the filthiest background noise as he babbles on, caught up in the rush of victory. “Fuck, love, everything you do is so fucking hot - the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you moan my name. You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to have you tonight. You ready to get fucked by the king?”

“Yoongi.” He’s still the fucking worst and you hate how much you love it, clenching at his words. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop!”

He feels you tightening around him and growls. “Say it. Say I’m the king.”

Right now you’d say anything he told you to if it meant he’d keep going. “You’re the king! Ah, fuck, you’re the king!”

With another thrust of his hand, you come undone. The burning inferno inside you spreads, consuming you so completely that your right knee buckles and you pitch forward. Yoongi holds you up, one hand on your torso, the other gripping your left thigh, still lapping at your cunt until you can’t take any more.

Panting, you protest. “Too much, Yoongi, it’s too much.”

He stops, glancing up at you. A glossy sheen of sex is smeared all around his nose and mouth, and as you fight to catch your breath, he removes his hand from your core and sucks each finger clean, one by one.

“God, you’re so over-the-top,” you huff as he laughs. “Will you untie me now?”

He rises to his feet. “Say it one more time and I will.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.” He blinks languidly, a proud smile curling his lips. “Tell me I’m the king.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Just say it.”

He’s unbelievable. You try appealing to his baser instincts. “Please, Yoongi, I wanna touch you. Don’t you want me to touch you?” Bringing your knee up, you rub against the massive tent in his pants, smirking as he exhales forcefully.

Yet he doesn’t cave, running a thumb over your lips. “Come on. One more time. I wanna watch this pretty mouth say it.”

You want to kiss him and curse him all at once. Pleasing him wins out.

“You’re the king,” you sigh. “Now untie me and fuck off.”

You start to turn, but Yoongi stops you with his hands on your hips, and leans in for a kiss, slow and sure. Something must be seriously wrong with your knees because they’re seconds from giving out again. His fingers pick at the knotted tie, releasing your wrists. As soon as your arms are free, you loop them around his neck, never breaking the kiss for a second.

Until there’s another knock at the door.

“Hello? Look, whoever’s in there, can you please wrap it up?” the bartender hollers through the door. “Other people need the restroom, you know.”

“JUST A MINUTE!” you boom, giggling at Yoongi’s startled expression. “Sorry.” “I’m assuming my demonstration was satisfactory, given the many, many sweet sounds you made. I didn’t hear a single complaint, but I think I did hear you call me the king once or twice….” he trails off, grinning as you push him away and adjust your blouse, straightening the wrinkled fabric over your stomach.

“Oh, fuck all the way off, will you?” You reach for your panties but he swipes them up first and stuffs them into his pocket.

“What?” His tone is airy and innocent. “I earned these.”

No argument there.

Once you’re both looking respectable enough to leave the bathroom, he pauses with his hand on the doorknob. “I know what you said earlier, but you’re not under any obligation to–”

“Yoongi.” His voice falters as you place your hand on his chest, fingers curling around his tie. “Take me home.”

With a smirk, he opens the door.

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