#It should’ve stayed a split house

[made--bye--a--woman]

Idc what anyone says, getting rid of Hisam was the beginning of the end. It was way too early to turn on one of their own and it started a Butterfly effect of Cameron steam rolling and keeping all the handful intact.

[fear-is-truth]

˖˚⊹ 𝓙’s note: was supposed to post this on thanksgiving but i was so busy.. warnings: teasing. dirty talk. nsfw

thanksgiving dinner at your house was supposed to be an uneventful family affair. but this year was different. this year, your boyfriend was sitting next to you at the table, looking every bit like the golden boy your mum had immediately adored and your dad had reluctantly accepted.

rafe was playing his part perfectly; dressed in a crisp button-down and wearing a smile that could sell water to a fish. meanwhile, you were doing your best to focus on your plate and not what was going on under the table. you should’ve known the moment he slid his hand onto your thigh, fingertips tracing patterns over your skin, inching under the hem of your skirt. his face was the picture of innocence as he joined in on the conversation with your dad about golf or whatever they were talking about.

then your aunt asked you a question—something about work—and you forced a smile, answering as best as you could, but rafe chose this exact moment to press two fingers between your folds, where the fabric was most soaked and began to rub. you shot him a glare, but rafe didn’t even blink. if anything, he looked smug. he leaned back in his chair, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation, while his fingers busied themselves by pushing aside your panties, gathering the arousal to drag it against your clit. “stop,” you hissed through a forced smile. your mum was directly across from you, and the last thing you needed was her noticing.

when it was rafe’s turn to say what he was thankful for, you almost sighed in relief, thinking maybe he’d finally behave. he leaned back in his chair. “well,” he started. “i’m thankful for a lot of things—this amazing meal, for starters.” your mum beamed at that. “but mostly, i’m thankful for her.” his eyes flicked to you, and your stomach flipped. “for putting up with me, for always having my back, and for being the best thing to ever happen to me.”

the room erupted in a chorus of “awwws” and clinking glasses, and you felt your face heat up as everyone turned to look at you. rafe’s hand—the one farther from you—reached across his plate, wrapping around yours before giving it a gentle squeeze. his thumb brushed over your knuckles in an outwardly sweet and reassuring gesture, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth told an entirely different story. he leaned in and for a split second, you thought he was going to kiss you—right there, in front of your whole family. instead, his lips hovered at your ear, “and i can’t be thankful enough for that sweet pussy of yours.”

your fork clattered against your plate as you choked on absolutely nothing. rafe went right back to eating like he hadn’t just destroyed you with one sentence. you couldn’t even look him in the eye for the rest of the meal. but the way his hand stayed on your thigh the entire time? you were definitely going to have words with him later.

[xomakara]

Love Like This

SUMMARY |  You recently moved into this very nice neighborhood with your dog, Goober. When Yeosang and his daughter introduce themselves to you, his daughter falls in love with Goober right away. As you spend more time with your neighbors, you realize that you have fallen in love.

PAIRINGS | Yeosang x Reader

RATING | Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked

GENRE |  smut, fluff, Dad!Yeosang, dogmom!Reader, non-idol au

CONTENT/WARNINGS | unprotected sex (wrap it up ya’ll!), oral sex (male giving/female receiving), fingering, slight dirty talk, praise kink, vaginal penetration, lovemaking

LENGTH | 6,629 words

TAGLIST |  ---

NETWORKS |  @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AUTHOR’S NOTE | Back with another fic for the Dadteez series. As always, you'll see some recurring characters haha. This is much more on the sensual and lovemaking side of things but I hope you all enjoy it. Love you ❤️

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The doorbell rang, and your heart skipped a beat. Who could it be? You weren’t expecting anyone, but the sound of tiny footsteps and muffled giggles outside made you pause. You glanced toward Goober, sprawled out on the living room floor, his massive frame taking up more space than he probably should. His head perked up at the noise, ears twitching as if sensing something was about to happen.

“Stay, boy,” you whispered, grabbing his leash just in case. He whined softly, tail thumping against the floor, clearly eager to investigate.

You opened the door cautiously, and there they were—your new neighbors. A man stood tall, with a warm smile that seemed to light up the porch, and a little girl clinging to his hand, her eyes wide with curiosity. The man introduced himself first, his voice calm and friendly. “Hi, I’m Yeosang, and this is my daughter, Yeonwoo. We’re your neighbors next door. Thought we’d stop by and say hello and welcome you to the neighborhood.”

Yeonwoo peeked out from behind her dad, her round cheeks puffing slightly as she smiled. Her gaze darted past you, locking onto something inside your house. You followed her line of sight and saw Goober, who had decided now was the perfect time to lumber over, his big paws making soft thuds on the wooden floor. His tail wagged slowly at first, then picked up speed as he approached the door.

Yeosang’s expression tightened for a split second, clearly wary of the giant Doberman. But Yeonwoo? She didn’t even hesitate. 

“Doggy!” she squealed, pulling free from her dad’s grip and darting forward, her little hands outstretched.

“Wait!” you called out, reaching for her instinctively. “He’s… uh, he’s friendly, but—”

But she wasn’t listening. She was already kneeling in front of Goober, her tiny fingers landing gently on his broad chest. The dog froze for a moment, his dark eyes blinking down at her curiously, then let out a soft huff as his tail starts wagging again, this time like a metronome gone wild. 

“Good doggy,” Yeonwoo cooed, patting his fur with all the confidence of someone who had never met a dog they didn’t love.

Goober, ever the people-pleaser, leaned into her touch, his tongue lolling out happily. You couldn’t help but laugh, relief flooding through you. Yeosang, however, looked equal parts amazed and horrified. 

“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, stepping forward to scoop Yeonwoo up. “She doesn’t usually… well, she’s fearless around animals.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, leaning down to scratch Goober behind the ears. “He’s a big softie at heart. Just looks intimidating.”

Yeosang hesitated, glancing between you and Goober, his brow furrowing slightly. “Yeah, well… he is intimidating. Most dogs his size wouldn’t take too kindly to someone running up to them like that.”

You straightened up, meeting his gaze. “You’re right. I should’ve been more careful.” 

Your tone was apologetic, but Yeosang’s attention seemed torn between you and his daughter, who was now trying to squirm her way back to Goober. “It’s okay. No harm done.”

“Daddy, let me down!” she protested, wriggling in his arms. “I wanna play with him!”

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang said firmly, though his voice softened when he looked down at her. “We don’t just go running up to dogs we don’t know. It’s dangerous.”

Her bottom lip pouted out, and you felt a pang of sympathy. 

“Actually,” you said, reaching for Goober’s leash, “he loves kids. And since Yeonwoo’s not afraid of him, maybe we could give it a shot? Safely, of course.”

Yeosang’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. There was something in his expression—a mix of caution and interest like he was weighing the pros and cons of letting his guard down. Finally, he sighed, setting Yeonwoo on the ground but keeping a firm hold on her shoulder. “Fine. But if he so much as growls, we’re out of here.”

“Deal,” you nodded, giving him your best reassuring smile. Then, turning to Yeonwoo, you knelt down so you were at eye level with her. “Okay, sweetie, you can pet him, but only if your daddy says it’s okay, alright?”

She nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Okay!”

You guided Goober closer, making sure he stayed calm as Yeonwoo reached out again. This time, she kept her movements slow and deliberate, earning a gentle nudge from Goober as if to say ‘Finally, some manners’. Yeosang watched the interaction closely, his body tense but his expression softening as he realized how harmless it was.

“See?” you said, looking up at him. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

“Yeah, well, I think the bark alone could scare off half the neighborhood,” Yeosang chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen a dog this big except for my friend Jongho’s malamute. He has five energetic kids and you can’t say no to them when they ask for a dog.”

There was a pause, the kind that felt charged with unspoken words. You stood up, brushing off your jeans, and realized just how close you were standing to each other. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt thick, almost electric as if the universe itself was nudging you both closer together.

Was he feeling it too?

Yeonwoo’s voice broke the tension. “Can we keep him, Daddy? Please?”

“Not quite how it works, kiddo,” he laughed, ruffling her hair. “Goober belongs to…” He trailed off, glancing at you.

“Me,” you finished for him, offering your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

He took your hand, his grip firm and warm. “Nice to meet you.”

As you shook hands, you couldn’t help but notice how his fingers lingered against yours, just for a fraction longer than necessary. His gaze flicked up to meet yours again, and there it was—that same spark, that same pull.

“So,” he said, his voice low enough that Yeonwoo wouldn’t hear, “care to tell me why a woman living alone with a dog this size isn’t single-handedly terrifying the entire neighborhood?”

You bit back a grin, leaning in just enough so he could hear you. “Maybe because I’m not as scary as he is?”

His lips twitched, a hint of a smirk forming. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just good at hiding it.”

There was something in his tone—something playful, something challenging. And before you could respond, Yeonwoo tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy, can we come back later and see Goober again? Pleeease?”

Yeosang glanced down at her, then back at you, that smirk still lingering. “Depends. Do you think your dog would mind some company tomorrow?”

You felt your heartbeat quicken, the question hanging in the air like an invitation. “I think Goober would love that.”

Yeosang nodded, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer than they should have. “Then we’ll see you tomorrow.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo waving wildly, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your mind. There was something about Yeosang—his protectiveness, his humor, the way he seemed to balance authority with warmth. And then there was that look, the one that had passed between you, brief but unmistakable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, smiling. “Looks like we’ve got company tomorrow, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

What a great way to start a new life in a new neighborhood.

A few weeks later, the neighborhood buzzed with excitement. Hongjoong, the grill master, had announced a spontaneous barbecue, and the scent of sizzling sausages wafted through the air, mingling with laughter and chatter. You stood at the edge of your yard, Goober by your side, watching as neighbors gathered around the makeshift grill setup in the park across the street.

Yeosang and Yeonwoo were already there, their presence drawing attention. Yeonwoo was running around with Hongjoong’s kids, Hyejin and Hongki, their laughter echoing like music. Yeosang stood nearby, chatting with Hongjoong, his voice carrying easily over the park. His eyes met yours briefly, and you felt that familiar spark, a subtle warmth pooling in your chest.

“Hi Miss Y/N!” Haru, San’s son, called out, his shy smile breaking into a grin as he approached you. “Can Goober play with us?”

You glanced down at your massive Doberman, who wagged his tail eagerly. “I think he’d love that. Just keep an eye on him, okay? He might get a little too excited.”

He nodded vigorously, and before you could say more, he was leading Goober toward the cluster of kids. The children squealed in delight as Goober bounded over, his enthusiasm infectious. Even one of Jongho’s sons, Jongsoo, usually so quiet, couldn’t resist reaching out to pet him.

As you watched them play, Yeosang joined you, his presence grounding yet electric. 

“Looks like Goober’s the star of the show,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smirked. “He’s got a knack for that. Kids seem to adore him.”

Yeosang’s gaze lingered on you, something unspoken passing between you. “You’re good with them,” he said quietly. “With him.”

Good with him. The words sent a shiver down your spine, knowing he wasn’t just referring to Goober. You turned to face him, your breath catching slightly at the intensity in his brown eyes. 

“Someone has to be,” you replied, your tone light but your heart pounding.

Before either of you could say more, a loud crash interrupted the moment. Everyone turned to see Goober standing near the drinks cooler, which now lay on its side, ice and cans spilling everywhere. 

Haru burst out laughing, pointing at the scene. “Goober did it!”

You groaned, rushing over to assess the damage. Goober looked up at you sheepishly, his tail wagging slowly as if hoping to charm his way out of trouble. 

“You big goof,” you muttered, ruffling his ears. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Guess we’ll have to team up to fix this,” he said, his voice low and teasing. Yeosang knelt beside you, his hands moving efficiently as he helped pick up the scattered cans. 

You glanced at him, caught off guard by the heat in his tone. “Teamwork, huh?”

“Always,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Especially when it involves cleaning up after a charmingly clumsy dog.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up naturally. “Fine. But if Goober knocks anything else over, you’re helping me explain it to Hongjoong’s wife.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Deal.”

Together, you worked quickly, gathering the scattered drinks and refilling the cooler. The sun beat down on you, and you found yourself glancing at Yeosang often, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved. There was something about the way he carried himself—quiet strength tempered by a surprising tenderness. It was captivating, and you felt a pull toward him that was impossible to ignore.

When the last can was in place, Yeosang straightened, wiping his hands on his jeans. 

“All set,” he said, turning to you. His eyes held yours, the space between you suddenly charged with tension.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice softer than intended. He took a step closer, his proximity sending your pulse racing. 

“Anytime,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper. Anytime. The word echoed in your mind, fueling the fire that had been smoldering since your first encounter.

Before you could respond, Yeonwoo came running up, tugging on Yeosang’s hand. “Daddy, can we go on the swings? Please?”

He smiled down at her, the transformation immediate and disarming. “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go.”

As they walked away, Yeonwoo holding his hand and swinging it happily, you watched them, a smile tugging at your lips. Yeosang glanced back at you once, his expression unreadable, but the weight of his gaze lingered, heavy and undeniable.

Goober nudged your hand, drawing you back to the present. You scratched his ear, your thoughts still on Yeosang. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us, buddy.”

He barked once, as if in agreement, and you felt a thrill run through you. Something was stirring between you and Yeosang, something undeniable. And you couldn’t wait to see where it led.

Later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood, you found yourself sitting by the grill, a plate of food in your hands. Yeosang sat beside you, the two of you sharing an easy conversation. The faint hum of music played in the background, and the sound of children laughing filled the air.

“You know,” Yeosang said, his voice soft, “I haven’t felt this... comfortable in a long time.”

You glanced at him, surprised by his candor. “Really?”

“It’s been just me and Yeonwoo for a while. It’s nice to feel like... part of something again. Thank you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the grill. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The air between you crackled with potential, with the promise of something more.

You smiled, a warmth spreading through you. “Anytime.”

As the night deepened, the atmosphere shifted subtly, growing more intimate. The other neighbors began to drift away, leaving you and Yeosang alone by the dying embers of the grill. Yeonwoo was asleep in her stroller, her tiny breaths steady and peaceful.

“This has been... nice,” he said, his voice low and rough. Yeosang leaned back, his arm brushing yours. 

“Yeah,” you agreed softly. You turned to him, your heart pounding. “It has.”

A few days later, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, you found yourself standing at the doorway of Yeosang’s house. He had invited you over for dinner and you agreed. Your heart was pounding, a mix of anticipation and curiosity swirling within you. The last time you’d been here, it had been casual, neighborly. Tonight felt different, charged with an undercurrent of something far more intimate.

Yeosang opened the door with a smile that made your knees weak. His eyes were warm, and inviting, and there was a playful glint in them that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“You came,” he said simply, stepping aside to let you in. His voice was low, almost husky, and it sent a thrill through you.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light even as your stomach fluttered. “Where’s Yeonwoo?”

“She’s at a sleepover that Hongjoong and his wife is hosting,” Yeosang responded. “All the neighborhood kids went.”

You stepped inside, and the scent of something delicious—spices, garlic, rosemary—filled the air. It was comforting, homey, and yet there was an undeniable air of sophistication to it. Yeosang had outdone himself.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, closing the door behind you. His hand brushed against yours briefly, sending a spark of electricity between you. “Just need to finish plating. Make yourself at home.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, and you took a moment to glance around. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a fire crackling in the fireplace. Pictures of Yeonwoo dotted the walls, capturing her in moments of pure joy—running through fields, blowing out birthday candles, clutching Goober in her tiny arms. They were snapshots of a life well-lived, filled with love and laughter. It made your chest ache in the best way.

“Here we go,” Yeosang said, emerging from the kitchen carrying two plates. He set them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then gestured for you to sit. “I hope you like Italian. I figured it was a safe bet.”

You sat down, your gaze drawn to the plate in front of you. The pasta looked perfect, the sauce glistening, the herbs sprinkled just so. 

“It looks amazing,” you said, picking up your fork. “And yeah, Italian’s always a safe bet.”

Yeosang sat beside you, his thigh brushing against yours as he reached for his fork. “Good. I wasn’t sure if I should go fancy or keep it simple. But...well, I wanted tonight to be special.”

Your breath caught at the sincerity in his voice. There was something raw, unguarded, about the way he spoke. It made you want to lean closer, to press your lips to his and see if he tasted as good as the food smelled. Instead, you settled for taking a bite of the pasta. It was rich, flavorful, and utterly delicious. 

“Yeosang, this is incredible,” you said, genuinely impressed. “You’ve got skills.”

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made your pulse quicken. “Thanks. Cooking is kind of my therapy. When Yeonwoo was younger, I spent a lot of nights in the kitchen, figuring things out. Got pretty good at it.”

A pang of sympathy hit you. You couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him, raising a child alone, and navigating the challenges of parenthood without a partner. But somehow, he’d done it. And now, here he was, sitting beside you, looking completely at ease. It was both admirable and incredibly attractive.

As you ate, the conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you stories about Yeonwoo’s antics, the time she’d convinced him to dress up as a pirate for her school play, the night she’d snuck into his room and climbed into bed with him because of a thunderstorm. You laughed, your heart swelling with affection for the little girl who’d already stolen your heart.

“She’s something else,” you said when he finished recounting the story of Yeonwoo convincing him to bake cupcakes for her class. “I can’t believe you went along with all that.”

He grinned, leaning back against the couch. “What can I say? She’s got me wrapped around her little finger. Always has.”

You studied his face as he spoke, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the faint stubble on his jaw catching the light. There was a vulnerability to him, a softness that he rarely let show. But tonight, he seemed more open, more willing to let his guard down. And you couldn’t help but feel like this was a turning point, a moment where everything could change.

When dinner was over, Yeosang cleared the plates and returned with two glasses of wine. He handed one to you, his fingers brushing against yours again. 

“To new beginnings,” he said, raising his glass.

You clink your glass against his, your eyes meeting his over the rim. 

“To new beginnings,” you echoed, your voice soft.

The atmosphere shifted subtly after that. The fire crackled in the hearth, the room bathed in golden light, and the tension between you grew thicker, and heavier. Yeosang leaned back against the couch, his arm resting casually along the backrest behind you. You could feel the heat of him, the subtle weight of his presence.

“So,” he said, his voice low, “tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Something you don’t know?” you repeated, thinking. You shifted slightly, the movement bringing your body closer to his.  “Hmm. I guess most people don’t know that I used to take fencing classes when I was a kid.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Fencing? Really?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. My dad thought it would be a good way to build discipline. Turned out I liked it. Even won a few competitions before I quit.”

He studied you, his expression thoughtful. “That explains why you walk like you’ve got a sword strapped to your side.”

“Excuse me?” you said, laughing. “I do not walk like that.”

“No?” he teased, his mouth curving into a sly grin. “Because you carry yourself like someone who knows how to handle herself.”

The compliment sent a warm flush through you, mingling with the wine and the firelight. You didn’t know what to say, so you stayed silent, letting the moment stretch between you. Yeosang’s gaze dropped to your lips, and suddenly the air was thick with unspoken words, unsaid promises.

Without thinking, you turned toward him, your body angled slightly, your knee brushing against his.

“Yeosang,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at you. “Yeah?”

You leaned in, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I think...” you started, then paused, unsure of how to finish the sentence. But before you could figure it out, he moved, closing the distance between you.

His lips met yours, soft at first, hesitant, as though testing the waters. But then you kissed him back, and the hesitation melted away. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw as his lips moved against yours. The kiss was slow and deliberate, each touch sending waves of desire crashing through you.

You slid your hand up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. He groaned softly, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours in a languid, intoxicating rhythm. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the sensation of each other.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling in sync. Yeosang pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his voice strained. 

“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. You felt dazed, the kiss lingering on your lips like a memory. 

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. He pulled back, his dark eyes searching yours. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice low, intense.

You hesitated, caught off guard by the question. But then you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah. I do.”

With that, he stood, pulling you to your feet. “Then come with me.”

Yeosang’s grip on your hand was firm, yet gentle, as he led you through the dimly lit hallway of his home. The air between you was charged with an electric tension, every step drawing you closer to the unknown. His house felt different at this hour, quieter, more intimate, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.

The faint glow of a lamp spilled into the hallway from his bedroom, casting soft shadows that danced across the floor. Every detail seemed intentional, from the neatly folded jacket resting on the chair to the book left open on the nightstand. It was a space that spoke of him, a man who carried himself with quiet strength but also harbored a tenderness that only those closest to him would ever see.

You couldn’t help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down your spine.

“This is me,” he said softly, his deep voice resonating in the stillness. His thumb brushed against the back of your hand in a subtle, reassuring gesture. Without waiting for your response, he pushed the door open wider and stepped inside, pulling you along with him.

The room enveloped you in warmth, the scent of cedar and smoke wrapping around you like a whispered promise. The bed, large and inviting, stood at the center, its crisp linens and plush comforter seeming to beckon you both. Yeosang closed the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing faintly in the quiet room.

For a moment, there was silence. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, standing face to face, the space between you narrowing with each passing second.

He lifted his hand, his fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of awareness through you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes tracing your features with an intensity that made your heartbeat quicken.

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. 

“So are you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

“I wasn’t sure how this would go,” he admitted, his voice low. “But being near you… it feels right.”

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The truth was, you felt it too. That inexplicable pull, the way he made you feel safe even as your pulse raced with excitement.

Without another word, he stepped closer, his body aligning with yours. The heat of him radiated against your skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His hands moved to your shoulders, sliding down your arms before gripping your wrists lightly. It was a tender hold, one that spoke of restraint and care.

“Let me take care of you,” he said, his voice husky now, laced with desire.

You nodded again, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his request.

With slow, deliberate movements, he began to undress you. First, his fingers found the button of your blouse, easing it free with practiced ease. The fabric parted, revealing the delicate lace of your bra beneath. He slid the blouse off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

Next came the clasp of your jeans, his fingers fumbling slightly as the tension between you grew. Once undone, he slowly peeled them down your legs, leaving you in only your panties and bra.

You stood there, exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Before you could respond, his hands returned to your body, this time skimming over your hips and settling on your waist. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of heat coursing through you.

“Yeosang,” you breathed, your voice trembling.

He didn’t answer, his focus entirely on the task at hand.

His hands moved to the straps of your bra, gently peeling them down your arms until they pooled at your elbows. With a deft motion, he unclasped the garment, letting it fall to the floor. Your heart pounded in your chest as he took a step back, his eyes raking over your naked form.

“You’re so beautiful,” he repeated, his voice barely audible.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pressed against yours, igniting a fire that consumed you whole. You melted against him, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands roamed over your back, pulling you flush against his hard, defined frame.

The world dissolved into sensation, every nerve ending alive and pulsating with need. His hands moved lower, cupping your ass and lifting you slightly as he deepened the kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your head spinning with desire.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged. 

“Bed,” he growled, his voice commanding yet filled with urgency.

Without hesitation, he picked you up and laid you down on the plush comforter, his body following soon after. His lips found yours again, their kisses frantic now, desperate.

You reached down, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He caught your hand, pinning it above your head. 

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Instead, his mouth trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hands roamed over your body. You arched into his touch, your breath hitching as he nipped softly at the curve of your shoulder.

“Yeosang,” you gasped, your thighs trembling with longing.

He shifted his position, his knee nudging between your legs.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

You hesitated, your mind reeling.

Before you could answer, he surged forward, his hardness pressing against your core through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Yeosang’s fingers traced the curve of your waist, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze dropped to your panties, the thin fabric barely concealing the heat building between your thighs. His breath hitched, and you could feel the tension in his body, a coil ready to snap.

“Let me see you,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. The words were soft, but they carried weight, pulling you deeper into the moment.

You nodded, your throat dry, and lifted your hips slightly as he slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. The fabric caught on your skin for a brief second before it was gone, tossed aside without a thought. Yeosang’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, unfiltered and exposed. His fingers brushed against your bare skin, featherlight at first, then more deliberate as he explored the contours of your body.

His breath was hot against your thigh as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your flesh. He inhaled deeply as if he could taste you in the air, and his fingers trailed lower, pausing just above the apex of your thighs. You shifted beneath him, your body arching instinctively toward his touch, and he responded with a slow, steady pressure that made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. The words seemed to echo in the quiet room, filling the space between you with a raw, pulsating energy.

He pushed your legs apart gently, his hands firm but careful, and settled between them. His fingers toyed with the sensitive skin there, teasing and testing, until you whimpered, lost in the sensation. He looked up at you then, his brown eyes intense, almost predatory, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with intent. His fingers pressed harder, circling rhythmically, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning softly.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely audible. The word slipped out before you could think, a surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Yeosang smirked, a hint of triumph softening his expression. 

“Good,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. He bent his head lower, his lips brushing against the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through you, pooling low in your stomach.

His tongue flicked out then, tasting you for the first time, and you cried out, gripping the sheets beneath you. His name tumbled from your lips in a breathless plea, but he ignored it, too focused on his task. His tongue moved with precision, tracing patterns against your most intimate flesh, and every flick, every swipe, brought you closer to the edge.

You were shaking now, your body taut with need, and Yeosang knew exactly what you needed. He teased the bundle of nerves with his fingers while his tongue worked its magic, alternating between gentle licks and firmer strokes that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation, and he gripped your thighs to hold you still.

“Yeosang…” you moaned, your voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you.

He glanced up at you, his eyes gleaming with intensity. 

“Almost there,” he promised, his voice rough with exertion. He returned his attention to you, his movements growing more urgent, and you felt the walls inside you tighten, preparing to give way.

The pleasure rose higher, cresting like a wave, and with a final, desperate cry, you shattered. Your body convulsed around his fingers, your muscles clenching uncontrollably as the orgasm swept through you. Yeosang didn’t stop, didn’t let up, riding the wave with you until the tremors subsided and you lay spent, gasping for air.

He pulled away slowly, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you. His lips were swollen, stained with your arousal, and his dark hair fell messily across his forehead. You reached out, your fingers threading through the strands, and drew him down for a kiss. It was messy, passionate, and utterly consuming, a reflection of the explosive intimacy you had just shared.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. He started to strip his clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room.

“I want to make you feel that way again,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “But not yet. I have something else in mind.”

You blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant, but before you could ask, he rolled onto his back, tugging you with him. You straddled his hips, your legs trembling slightly as you settled into place. Yeosang’s hands glided up your sides, cupping your breasts, and his thumbs brushed your nipples, sending sparks of sensation rippling outward.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeated, his voice commanding this time. “And this time, don’t hold back.”

You looked down at him, his dark eyes locked onto yours, and felt a surge of boldness. 

“I want you inside me,” you said, the words coming out stronger than you expected. “Now.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled, flipping you onto your back once more. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against you, and you gasped as he pushed into you with one smooth thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of fullness and heat that left you clinging to him for balance. Yeosang paused, giving you a moment to adjust, before pulling out and thrusting back in, his movements deliberate and controlled.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, and he obliged, picking up the pace. His thrusts grew deeper, more forceful, each one rocking your body in tandem with his. Your breaths came in short, sharp bursts, merging with his groans as the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.

“Yeosang,” you whispered, your voice broken and pleading. “Don’t stop. Please…”

He drove into you harder, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. “Never,” he growled, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “Not until you’ve had enough.”

Your body tightened around him, signaling the beginnings of another climax, and Yeosang sensed it, pushing you over the edge with brutal efficiency. You screamed his name as pleasure tore through you, your nails digging into his back as he followed shortly after, his release marking the end of your mutual frenzy.

For a moment, there was nothing but stillness, save for the sound of your labored breathing. Yeosang collapsed beside you, his chest heaving, and you turned to face him, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw.

“Again?” he asked, his voice a teasing challenge.

You leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. “Only if you can keep up.”

The months that followed were a blur of passion, laughter, and quiet moments shared with Yeosang. Each night, you found yourself in his arms, the two of you tangled together in a mess of sheets and promises. But it wasn’t just about the heat between you—it was the way he looked at you, the way his touch made you feel seen and cherished. You loved him, and you wanted Yeonwoo to see that love reflected in both of your eyes.

It was a sunny afternoon when the three of you sat together on the porch. Yeonwoo was sprawled on the floor, her tiny hands happily petting Goober, who lay beside her with his tongue lolling out in pure bliss. Yeosang sat next to you, his arm draped casually around your shoulders as he watched his daughter play. The moment felt perfect like it had been crafted just for you.

“Yeonwoo,” Yeosang began, his voice calm but deliberate. His deep brown eyes shifted from his daughter to you, then back again. “We need to talk to you about something important.”

Yeonwoo paused mid-pet, her wide, innocent eyes lifting to meet her father’s. She blinked, waiting, her stuffed rabbit clutched tightly against her chest.

You took a deep breath, reaching out to squeeze Yeosang’s hand. 

“Sweetie,” you said gently, your voice soft but steady. “Your daddy and I… we love each other. We’ve talked about it, and we want to be a family. Together. Just the three of us.”

Yeonwoo’s eyes widened further, her tiny mouth forming an “O” of surprise. For a moment, she didn’t say anything, her gaze darting between you and her father before landing on Goober, who panted happily beside her. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she scrambled to her feet and threw herself at Goober, hugging the dog tightly.

“That means you’ll stay with us forever, right?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. “You’ll be my new mommy? And Goober can be my pet?”

You glanced at Yeosang, your heart swelling at the sincerity in her question. He gave you a small, reassuring smile before nodding. “Yes, sweetheart. That’s exactly what it means.”

Yeonwoo squealed, burying her face in Goober’s fur. The dog, ever the gentle giant, let out a happy bark and wagged his tail furiously, clearly enjoying the attention. You laughed, your cheeks warm with emotion, and Yeosang pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your hair. “For making this easy for her.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze. 

“She’s not the only one who’s happy about this,” you replied, your voice teasing but laced with genuine affection. “I think I’ve wanted this just as much as she has.”

Yeosang’s lips curved into a smug grin, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. 

“Oh, really?” he teased, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. “Want to prove it?”

Before you could answer, Yeonwoo chimed in, her little voice interrupting the moment. “Daddy, can we go to the park tomorrow? Please? It’s been ages since we played on the swings!”

Yeosang chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. “Of course, princess. As long as your new mommy agrees.”

Your cheeks flushed at the title, but you nodded quickly, unable to suppress a smile. “I’d love to. We’ll make it a family outing.”

Yeonwoo clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out like music. “Yay! Goober can come too!”

“Goober would never forgive us if we left him behind,” you agreed, laughing along with her.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the yard, Yeosang stood up and offered you a hand. 

“Come on,” he said, his voice low and inviting. “Let’s take these two inside. They’re going to get cold out here.”

You accepted his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. Yeonwoo grabbed her stuffed rabbit and Goober’s leash, already plotting their evening routine. The four of you walked into the house, the warmth of the day lingering in the air around you.

Once inside, Yeosang led you toward the kitchen, his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“Have I told you how amazing you are?” he asked suddenly, his tone serious but his eyes sparkling with amusement.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning into him slightly. “Not recently, no. What brought this on?”

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’ve made me a better man. A better father. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m never letting you go.”

Your breath hitched, your heart skipping a beat at his words. 

“Yeosang…” you began, but he silenced you with a finger to your lips.

“Don’t say anything,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. “Just let me enjoy the moment.”

You nodded silently, your chest tight with emotion. Yeosang leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your body. When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on yours, hot and intense.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too,” you respond back, happy that you have a love like this.

[mydarlingclaudia]

where my whole heart stays

note : this is really really not planned out and kinda sucky dw about it I had a vision and this is the result also there is like no dialogue

wc : 1.9k

tags : @luvrgreyy @clitorphosis

desc : funerals and drunk confessions. friends to lovers (??), angst, major character death, not proofread, ID!Leon - DI!Leon, fem!reader

Some of the first memories that Leon has of you have been the memories that have given him the most comfort over the years.

He met you back in the first grade, the two of you had assigned seats next to each other, you traded crayons, lunch, toys, you even traded shoes one time. An excited handshake was what solidified your friendship, he’d always be over at your house, you’d beg your mom to let him stay for another hour when he should’ve already been back home thirty minutes ago.

You were there for his families funeral in the third grade, the officer that saved him sat up in the front row of the church with him while he sobbed into the man’s side. Leon can’t remember how many people were at the funeral, he knows it was a few of his parents friends and some neighbors, but he remembers that you were there.

Your parents dressed you up in this black dress, not really funeral fitting, more like what you’d wear to a school concert, you had these shiny black shoes to match and switched out the tiny hoop earrings you wore everyday for small, white studs. You sat in the back of the church, you didn’t fallow along with any of the prayers or hymns sung, but the few times that Leon looked over his shoulder, you were always looking at him.

Leon still doesn’t remember the day of the funeral all that well, not that he thinks about it a lot, the only thing he can really remember that doesn’t make his chest squeeze up is how you ran up to him once everything was over and hugged him.

Leon hid away with you under one of the tables, sharing cookies and slices of salami off of a paper plate, you spilled your root beer and almost got it all over your dress. He doesn’t remember the song that was playing at dinner, but he taps his foot to the little bits that dug their way into his brain. He remembers that you hugged him once more before your parents decided it was time to go and he cried into the nape of your neck, you told him you’d see him at school on Monday.

Life carried on, Leon didn’t talk to you a lot about the funeral. You always have him a look in quiet moments, like if he wanted to talk, you wouldn’t stop him. You thought it was cool that he wanted to be a cop, you told him it was fitting, that was back when you were ten.

When the two of you were in your freshman year of high school, your parents split and you only hung out with Leon every other weekend. Sometimes Leon would come to see you on weekends when you were away, or at the very least he’d call.

He still had sleep-overs with you, you’d sleep in your bed and he’d be on your bedroom floor, the door would be wide open and you’d whisper to him at night about what you’d do after high school.

One time after a school dance he came back to your house and you stole your moms whiskey after she went to bed, you said you’d done it before, Leon lied and said that it wasn’t his first time drinking. Leon’s not quite sure, but he thinks he fell for you that night. He’d known he liked you before that night, boys do that when they spend years around a pretty girl, but that night when the two of you got drunk you told him you loved him.

Leon forgets a lot of things, like what the context for your “I love you” was, but it stuck with him. He pretended to forget it the next morning even though you didn’t bring it up, he also can’t remember if you kissed him or not.

School dances, sleep-overs, breakfasts with your mom, the passenger seat of your car, it all became a memory for Leon after the two of you graduated. You kept in touch after high school, you’d always talk about how badly you wanted to see him when you came home for the summer since you moved a few states away for college.

The last time he saw you was the summer of 1998, before Raccoon City. After that the calls lessened, he wasn’t really allowed to talk to you, but he’d call you every once in a while as he choked back tears.

But he’s back now, just not for a reason either of you really wanted.

Leon followed the local news of your town even as he was being carted around the world to fight unimaginable things, when he saw that your mom had passed he knew it was time to come home.

You look so different than you did when he last saw you, not seeing someone for eight years tends to lead to changes. You don’t look the same as you did when you came to his families funeral when you were eight, either.

The way you’re dressed makes you look more mature, it’s more professional than school concert-y. And it’s pretty, too.

You made Leon go sit up in the front row with you during the funeral, you held onto his hand so tightly when you asked him if he’d sit with you that he couldn’t even stomach turning you down. He held you just as tight when you finally sat down, his right arm was wrapped around your shoulder and he held your left hand in his lap with his own.

You didn’t go up to speak, you handed the speech you had prepared to your dad and curled back into Leon’s side.

You stayed curled into him for the rest of the night, even when people began leaving the bar or coming up to you to offer their condolences, you didn’t let go of Leon.

Even as he’s leaving, you’re still chasing him.

“Where are you going?” You’re trailing behind him, hanging onto the sleeve of his suit as he heads to the bars exit.

“I told you, I gotta go, it’s urgent.” He couldn’t get time off of work to save his life, the agency is always finding something for him to take care of. You’re tipsy, and you’re clingy, he’d call himself clingy too, but he doesn’t have the option to stay.

“But where?”

“It’s work,”

“Leon, please.” You grip Leon’s shoulders and he stops, standing just beside the door. He puts a hand on your waist and you melt into him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you for coming today.” You whisper, he moves his hand from your waist to rest both on your back.

“Yeah, of course.” Leon mumbled against your hair, running one of his hands up and down your spine.

“I missed you,” The way your breath fans over his neck makes him shiver. He whispers the same thing back to you, you giggle. “When’re you gonna be back in town?”

“I’m not sure, work keeps me busy.” You sigh when he tells you that, you nuzzle into his shoulder.

“Just… Just call me when you’re around, okay?”

“Okay,” He squeezes your waist and pulls back a tiny bit to look at you. “I gotta go now.”

“Please don’t.”

“I…” Leon opens his mouth and closes it again for a second or two before speaking. “I have to, I’m sorry.” You sniffle, his hands come up to cup your face and wipe your teary eyes. “I’ll call you, I will.”

“Okay,” You let go of him for only a second before you lean back in to kiss his cheek, then a few more before you kiss the corner of his mouth, he would've kissed you back if he had had a second longer to think. “I- I’ll see you later, love you.”

You pull back fully, turning away to let him leave.

“… Yeah.”

—

When it was finally your turn to have a funeral of your own, Leon sat in the back of the church, your dad had offered him a seat in the front row, but he turned it down. He wasn't family, wasn't your husband.

All he could think back to was your mom's funeral, with him holding you tightly as you sobbed into his chest, the way you clung to him the whole night. Leon has nothing to hold onto now except the wrinkled tissue in his hand, he's not sure how to handle this. He's lost plenty of people in his life, but this is worse. You were supposed to outlive him because you lived a normal life that he so badly wanted to share with you, at least you had kept in touch, that's the only thing that was normal for him.

Over the ten years that passed he made seeing you and calling you a need-to. He'd call once or twice a month and fly out to visit you maybe once or twice a year, it doesn't seem like a lot, but it was enough.

You always seemed so happy to see him, whether it was over the phone or in person, you clung onto every word. His time with you gave him glimpses into the life he could've had, you'd make him breakfast on the first morning of his visits, then he'd cook for you for the rest of the week, you'd stay up late watching movies together like you were back in high school.

Leon couldn't quite describe what kind of drunk you were, clingy, maybe. But he'd grown to repeat your "I love you"'s back to you when the two of you were drinking.

The last time he had seen you was three months ago, he never told you too much about his job, and if he did it was a lie, but he really just wanted to hear you talk about your life. You told him about your promotion and how you were going to renovate your house or something, Leon just told you his work had been the same as always.

You seemed so happy, even when you reached out for his hand and held onto it while you sat at the table eating dinner together, it made Leon feel like he was supposed to be there.

Your funeral had been lovely, Leon just wishes he was back home under different circumstances.

And even when it's over, and he's sitting at the bar nursing a whiskey and not speaking unless spoken to, all he can think about is you. He always thought you were too good for him, what he never wanted to think about was you at his own funeral. There were things he never told you and things you never told him, at least when you were sober, maybe he'll find some old yearbook with a confession written in it when he goes to clean out your house with your dad.

Then there's that song. That song that played during dinner after his parents funeral, where you and him sat under the table and hid from the other guests. He hasn't heard it in years, he certainly doesn't remember the name of the words, he remembers how you bopped your head to it, though.

Leon figures it's time to go once the song is over, he downs the last of his whiskey and turns the glass cup upside down as he stands, at least he knows you loved him when drunk.

[frost-queen]

Married off (Reader!Targaryen x Jacerys Velarys)

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Summary: Reader is promised to Jacerys, her cousin whom she can't stand. Thinking he is too snobby. When you have to share the bed, you set up a number of rules for Jacerys to uphold. Yet you are the one to break it. At diner jabs Jacerys at you by exposing your snuggling up to him. Something that is laughable to your brother Aemond. Ending with asking what a kiss is like.

Alicent handled you with fury. Holding you firm by the elbow, pulling so hard it didn’t matter to her if you could keep up or not. With haste she rushed through the corridors. She came to a stop near her quarters, throwing the door open. In a split second you saw your brother Aemond at the other end of the hallway.

Staring down at you. Something serious yet frightful in his expression. The glance was brief as you got shoved into the room. Alicent closing the door firm behind you. Her expression tense with shock. – “What kind of attitude was that?” – she called out in anger. Her expression calm yet full of violence.

“The one he deserves.” – you spoke back with frustration. A slit second later shot Alicent’s hand across your face. Leaving a throbbing pain in your cheek. In shock, you stared at your mother with trembling knees. She composed herself by pacing back and forth. – “I have told you numerous times Y/n. Your marriage to Jacerys Velaryon is final.”

“What about what I want?” – you dared to speak back. Already taking a deliberate step back so she couldn’t hit you again. Her expression darkened as you knew you should’ve kept your mouth quiet. Lowering your head, you presented her with a humble apology. – “You will marry Jacerys tomorrow.” – she made clear with a point. Alicent grabbed for the door, opening it once more.

“Don’t make me drag you.” – were her final words before leaving you with a slamming door. The sound making you jump out of your skin. As her footsteps died out, you sunk to the ground. Sobbing quietly in your hand. For all the people your mother could marry you off, she chose your cousin.

The one you found snobbish. There was not one bit you liked about him. Frightened you lifted your head up when the door opened once more. Your brother Aemond entering. His expression stern yet with remorse. – “Sister.” – he spoke nearing you.

He sunk to his knee, holding his hand out to you. – “Don’t.” – you told him, slapping his hand away. Aemond’s expression faltered to sorrow and pity. Taking a deep breath, you moved your hands over your face to your hair. Bringing yourself back to your senses. Without his help, you got back up with poise and grace.

You left the room, leaving Aemond behind. Blindly you followed the corridors leading up to your chambers. Looking at them with anew eyes. For you would never lay eyes on them again. After the marriage you would move over to the Black’s side. To be closer to your cousin… husband. This was the very last night in your room. A goodbye, you didn’t want to say. You wanted to stay here forever.

For now it felt like your mother has just given you to the enemies on a silver platter. A marriage forged between her and Rhaenyra in a way of peace settlement. You knew it was just a scam. To keep the good image up of peace whilst in the dark, shadows kept fighting with fire and blood. It was good for the land to see two sides united by one.

The morning quickly came as your chambers were swarmed with people. Dressing you for your marriage. Making sure you looked your best. Between the dressing and hair fixing, you grabbed for the wine. Needing the support of your good friend wine to get through this day. If your brother Aemond hadn’t banished all wine from your chambers, you would’ve been drunk.

“That is well enough sister.” – he would say, plucking the glass from you. You shot him a glare for the steal. – “Oh come on Aemond.” – Aegon responded in annoyance. It made you turn to your brother, sitting down in a chair with his feet up the table. – “What are you here for?” – you called out, wondering what your brothers were even doing here. 

“The spectacle.” – Aegon answered all smug. You turned to glare at Aemond. – “Precaution.” – he told you. Rolling with your eyes, you ignored them. Bothered that they have ripped you from pleasure.

So just a bit tipsy, you rolled up for your own wedding. Everyone was waiting inside as you stood waiting just outside. The heavy doors opened to the throne room as it made you suck in a breath. All eyes were turned on you.  Up front stood your cousin. Jacerys. Slowly turning round as you neared.

A smug smile on his face as it made you roll your eyes at him. You hated how he was gleaming at this. Taking great pleasure in it. Approaching the iron throne, you nearly tripped over your own feet as Jacerys reached out and grabbed you. – “Are you alright cousin?” – he asked with worry. You immediately elbowed his grip off you. – “Don’t touch me.” – you told him, keeping your voice down.

Straightening your posture, you kept your hands in front of you. Feeling a slight tug on your dress, you looked down. Seeing that your cousin was holding a bit of your dress between his fingers. As if he needed to keep you in place. Rolling your eyes again. Half of the speech you didn’t hear, too tipsy to even pay attention to it. Instead your eyes were fixated on the iron throne. The muttering dying out.

After the wedding, you rushed back down the throne room. – “Y/n.” – Jacerys would call out, upholding his smile to the others. With a bit annoyance, he began to hurry after you. Out of the throne room, you were already detangling your hair. Needing this spectacle of yourself off. – “Y/n.” – Jacerys called out catching up with you. He noticed the direction you were going as he took a hold of your elbow.

“Let me go!” – you insisted upon, pushing your arm back. He moved his hands up in defence. – “Look all I want to say is you are going in the wrong way.” – he said.  – “No I’m not, I’m going…” – you responded loud catching yourself make the mistake. Jacerys quirked his eyebrow up. You were heading for your quarters that no longer were yours.

“It’s this way Y/n.” – he reminded you offering you his arm. Rolling your eyes with a scoff, you brushed past him. Your cousin coming after you like an excited little dragon. Jacerys opened the door for you as you walked in. Hair completely detangled, no more braids and hairclips. Your eye fell on the single bed in the room. It suddenly felt real that you had to share the room and bed with him.

You rounded up to the bed as Jacerys followed you from the other side. – “Do you want to lay down?” – he questioned as you pulled the covers back. Taking a pillow or two with you. He frowned confused seeing you back away from the bed. – “No, just making my bed.” – you told him. Jacerys laughed confused. – “But… but your bed is right here?” – he gestured at the grand bed. You shook your head, throwing the pillows on the ground.

“I’m sleeping on the floor.” – you told him looking around for a blanket. Jacerys neared, pulling you to a stop by your arm. – “You can’t be serious about sleeping on the floor!” – he called out with concern. – “Oh but I am cousin.” – you responded pushing his hand off. You continued to search for a blanket to ease your new bed.

“Y/n, just lay in the bed.” – he’d tell you. – “The floor will be cold at night. It will get your muscles sore. You might even be frozen to death on the floor!” – he listed up in a panic. – “And you care because?” – you answered with a glare. – “I am… I am… your husband.” – he responded making you laugh loud.

Your laughing made him swallow ashamed. He didn’t like you ridiculing him. You threw a blanket on the floor, adjusting your new bed. – “Y/n please. Just lay in the bed. I…I command you to sleep in the bed!” – he ordered out, trying to sound like his uncle Daemon. It made you quirk your eyebrow up. – “You command me?” – you repeated mockingly. Jacerys swallowed nervously when you approached him.

“Please…” – he begged rubbing his hands nervously. You turned on your heel, coming to sit on the floor. Immediately you felt how hard and cold it was. Jacerys watched you closely. It took you about two minutes and a bit more nagging from him to finally give in. – “But there are a set of rules!” – you made clear throwing a pillow back in the bed. Jacerys nodded. – “Don’t touch me and don’t come near me!” – you threatened.

Jacerys held his hand up with a boyish snobby smile. It made you throw the second pillow at him. To your annoyance you crawled into the bed with him. Jacerys making sure there was enough space between the both of you. – “Is this good enough?” – he asked, looking at you. – “Do shut up.” – you said looking up to the ceiling. You didn’t want some small talk. Not with him.

“Goodnight Y/n.” – Jacerys said as your response was to roll over. Turning your back to him. Jacerys looked nervously at you, making sure he respected your boundaries. Soon his eyelids felt heavy as sleep took over. You had never been a restless sleeper. Somehow you were tonight. Perhaps it was the wine or the nightmares of your wedding.

Making your sleep anything but peaceful. Tossing and turning. You were used to sleep in an empty bed. Yet now there was an obstacle in your way. You had bumped against it a few times in your tossing and turning. Till you settled, bumping against a shoulder. Somehow in your dreams, your arms slapped over the person’s body. Making yourself snuggle closer to him. Hauntings fading away as the world became peaceful to you.

Your eyes opened to the sunlight. Body moving with the movement of breathing. The beating of a heart against your ear. Something felt off, yet you didn’t react to it yet. Needing a few more moments to try and understand what was different. The warm touch underneath you that felt like…skin. Eyes shot wide open, pushing your upper body up.

“Morning my wife.” – Jacerys said moving a hand behind his head. Annoyed you slapped your hand on his chest, rolling back to your side. – “What did I say!” – you told him, pulling the blanket with you as you stepped out of the bed.  Jacerys came leaning on his elbow, looking over at you. – “It was you who snuggled up to me. You didn’t follow your own boundaries.” – he told you.

Feeling suddenly flustered, you quickly turned around so he wouldn’t see. You disappeared behind the screen to get dressed, dropping the blanket by the screen. Fully dressed you re-appeared. – “Did you have a good night sleep Y/n?” – Jacerys asked looking all smug. – “Shut up.” – you bit at him annoyed. His response was to chuckle teasingly.

You waited for Jacerys to finish dressing up before going to diner. Jacerys wanted to hold your hand, but you moved it out of reach before he could take it. Nearly everyone was already seated as the two of you entered. Your brother Aegon raising his glass to you. – “How was the wedding night?” – he asked teasingly. Alicent shot him a glare for even wanting to discuss such a matter over diner.

Both of you remained silent, sitting down. – “Are you well sister?” – your sister asked sitting beside Aegon. You hummed quietly not wanting to react much to it. Aemond seemed to keep a close eye on you. Alicent and Rhaenyra giving each other a glance from across the table. Daemon rolling his eyes at the silence. Aegon moved closer, lowering his voice.

“How was it? Did you come?” – he asked his cousin as you dropped your knife in a deep protest. – “We kept it civil.” – Jacerys responded politely. Aegon’s expression horrified with disbelieve that he didn’t take advantage of it. – “What did you do then?” – Aemond questioned giving him the side-eye.

Jacerys cleared his throat softly. – “We just… snuggled.” – he responded as your knife clattered onto your plate in shock. It made the entire table look at you. You shot a glare at Aemond suddenly laughing. – “So sentimental suddenly sister.” – he laughed out. You tried kicking him from underneath the table, but you couldn’t reach him.

“Well I think it is rather sweet.” – Helaena said. Looking across the table, you saw the others smile warmly at you. Perhaps there was a bit of a glare with your mother, but it was subtle. – “I couldn’t wish for a better wedding night.” – Jacerys proclaimed leaning in closer to you. Leaving a quick kiss on your cheek that he stole before you could protest. Stunned by the sudden touch, you couldn’t help but get flustered. Quickly hiding it by looking down. Aemond kept laughing having the time of his life.

After diner returned Jacerys and you back to the chambers. You sat on the bed, arms crossed. Jacerys looked at you, sighing loud. – “Are you really that bothered?” – he questioned coming to stand in front of you. – “It was just a joke Y/n.” – he said tapping your forehead playfully.

Blinking surprised the sudden thought popped in your head. Perhaps it was connected to his touch or not, but you got pulled back to the moment he had kissed your cheek. Making you wonder more about it. – “What is a kiss like?” – you blurted out, making Jacerys quirk his eyebrow up. – “Well…I can’t explain it… I can only show you.” – he answered scratching the back of his head nervously.

“If you like of course…” – he finished. You slowly nodded. Jacerys took a deep breath, placing his hand against your cheek. It made you gasp soft, looking frantically around. – “It’s alright Y/n.” – he whispers to you whilst leaning down. Closing your eyes, he closed the gap between the two of you. Kissing you.

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you can feel it on the way home

cw: 1k wc, female reader, childhood friends to lovers, atsumu is so lovesick it'll make you gag, just fluff fluff fluff. sponsored by @mangostarjam, thank you so so much for trusting me and contributing to @ficsforgaza!

Summers in Hyogo are hot, humid, made of sleepless nights and the quiet buzz of fans blowing air that is always too warm. They get sweeter, whenever Atsumu visits.

On his very first official trip as a member of the MSBY black jackals, you remember thinking Osaka didn’t know how lucky it was about to get. You also remember his blinding grin at the airport, the way he took off his black cap to push it on your head right as your bottom lip quivered, how he proudly showed off his good luck charm. You couldn’t believe he still had the stupid bracelet you made him when you were 10. ‘Samu got one too, because back then no one could befriend a Miya without necessarily befriending the other, but Atsumu’s bracelet had one extra clay charm and faux pearl beads that were colorful.

You’ve known each other your whole lives. You were 8 when your parents moved into a bigger residential neighborhood, their mom was the first one to ring the doorbell with a tray of freshly baked cookies. Two little boys standing on either side of her long skirt, pretty much identical, differentiated only by the snot still drying underneath the nose of the one with reddened eyes. Despite his miserable state (stemming from Osamu tripping him and deliberately making him face plant on a pile of dirt) the little boy still mustered the courage to ask for your name and whether you knew how to play hopscotch.   

Before they became the iconic freak duo, the twins were simply the biggest chunk of your childhood afternoons. While you did everything together, from going to the beach to consuming the slide at the playground a few blocks away from your house, ‘Tsumu was always the one to stay whenever Osamu would decide it was too hot or he was too bored and just wanted to go home. You could tell it felt weird for them to split up but Atsumu would forget his brother as soon as you offered to push him on the swing.

Then came high school and he no longer was the little crybaby you’d grown so fond of, the kid who’d refuse to let go of your hand while stomping around the nanko sports park at the sunflower festival his mother dragged the three of you to. Atsumu convinced himself he didn’t care anymore whether people liked him or not (whatever helped him sleep at night) and that you, along with his teammates, were the only friends he needed anyway. Neither of you cared that Aran, Rintaro and at some point even Osamu were convinced you were secretly dating, an assumption only the two of you knew wasn’t completely groundless.

At the age of 13, you decided you wanted to be each other’s first kiss. It was a perfect agreement: no chance of the memory ever being ruined, as you were going to stay best friends for life. Neither of you anticipated the second time you kissed him, right after he announced he was asked to attend the Ajinomoto youth training camp. Just a friendly peck before an even friendlier hug, to celebrate.

But there was nothing to celebrate after the game with Karasuno, was it? The Inarizaki High volleyball team members were the only ones not really enjoying the party thrown just for them, so you and a few others took it upon yourselves to make sure they did. Atsumu was already wasted before you could playfully suggest he’d drown his sorrows in a disgustingly sugary drink, glassy eyes set on your lips as you listed all the reasons why he should’ve been proud of himself, why you were so proud anyway and absolutely certain his star was soon going to shine the brightest not only in Tokyo but for the entire country to see. And then he just pulled you close, arms wrapping possessively around your waist, captured your lips in a real kiss that knocked the wind out of your lungs, made your legs unsteady.

Atsumu is away more than he is home but when he is back, Hyogo seems to glow. It’s 1 am and you stroll by streets that are dazzling, his presence alone enough to light up the neighborhood you grew up in, your fingers are interlaced with his rough ones and everything in the world feels right.

“You’re not listening” he lightly flicks your forehead and you flinch, snapping back to reality. The bench you’re sitting on next to each other is the same one you’d kill time on as teenagers, when neither of you wanted the night to end too soon.

“Sorry, I was just thinking...”

“That’s new”

“Shut up” you attempt to land a smack on his chest but he catches your hand and brings the knuckles to his lips with an infatuated smile.

“Just kiddin’, sugar. Penny for your thoughts?”

You fix him with a falsely annoyed stare.

“I just... never asked. When did you know? That you liked me, I mean”

Atsumu hums, pensively strokes his chin as he peers at the starry sky above. Always so theatrical.

“Right away. Ya looked so cute in those dungarees, hiding behind your dad, too scared to even say hello. I was sick of ‘Samu at that point and I really wanted a new friend” he smiles when you snort “always the kindest, smartest kid in every room. Scraped knees to prove ya could keep up with the boys, making sure no one ever felt left out. Grew up to be as beautiful as your heart is. You’re my best friend” he’s far from being a crybaby anymore but Atsumu still gets teary eyed fairly easily and it makes your heart flutter knowing that, sometimes, you get to be the reason.

“That’s sweet” you cup his cheek to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye, he takes advantage of the proximity to gently grab your chin and keep you there, presses his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that lingers a moment too long. Atsumu could get drunk on the way you smile, chase him as he pulls back to steal two more pecks.

“When did you know?” he asks, lips still grazing yours, big hands now holding your face and a thumb lazily tracing the curve of your cheek.

“Hmm... I had my suspicions when I felt more and more inclined to leave you the last bite of my mom’s cherry pie. I was sure when you started going out with that Kobayashi during freshman year and I tried to convince myself that I could like ‘Samu to make up for, well, you” he snorts out a laugh, half outraged, half amused. ‘Samu? Hilarious. As if.

“I was already in love when you left for Tokyo” you gently nudge the tip of his nose with yours.

“So was I. But it’s just” he shrugs “I never could tell for sure. Sunarin used to call me an idiot but I just never really knew”

“What? All those years, you really didn’t notice that I was falling in love with you?”

“Didn’t think I was your type”

You laugh at that, then melt into his embrace, rest your head on his shoulder when a strong arm is wrapped around you.

“Well, you’re my best friend” you murmur into his neck.

[sightoru]

cw; fem reader. mirror sex. not beta read.

“LOOK WHAT YOU do to me, baby,” Izuku whines into your ear, his cock pressed firmly to your back. 

The party downstairs is loud, much too loud. That’s why you and Izuku headed upstairs and stole away into Sero’s bedroom on the opposite side of the house — away from the noise and the lights and Mina’s triumphant laugh as she wins yet another round of beer pong. 

What you didn’t plan — though, knowing your boyfriend, you really should’ve seen this coming — was sitting in front of a mirror with Izuku, legs hooked over his tan and muscled arms and watching him play with your pussy. Green eyes shine bright and almost menacingly as you watch thick and scarred fingers move leisurely in and out of your hole; coated in your own arousal as he works his way around your clit and back. “Izu —” you gasp, feeling those same fingers go slowly and tauntingly back into your cunt, “We can’t.. What if we get caught?” “Shh… It’s okay, baby,” he smiles that heroes smile at you, momentarily tearing his eyes away from your cunt to look back into yours, “Sero’s more of a pervert than I am. He’ll totally be okay with it,” he laughs gently, nibbling at your ear before warm lips move down your neck. “You’re the bigger pervert, Izuku,” you whine, voice coming out more like a plea than the scalding insult you wanted it to be. You can’t think clearly while he fingers you like this; hands playing you like a harp; eyes bright as he watches you unfold. “Don’t be so mean to me,” he mutters in your ear, the ghost of a smile playing against his lips. “This was your idea after all.” “No,” you gasp. “That’s not —” “C’mon, love. Stop acting like it’s the first time we’ve done this.” You can’t fault him for saying that, not that you could anyways. Your tongue is led in your mouth as he works another finger in, expertly hitting every spot that has your toes curling and your back pushing harder into his aching cock. “Are you gonna cum for me sweet girl? Look in the mirror when you do for me, yeah? Always look so pretty when you do. M’favorite sight, I’ll never get tired of it.” “T- Thank you,” you whine as the tremors pass through your body. “Gonna sit on my cock now for me, huh?” He asks, one hand unbuckling his pants while the other splays you underneath him. He looks like God himself above you; green and black curls hanging over his forehead. A constellation of freckles splayed across babyish features. You’ll never get tired of coming undone for him.

When he splits you open, it takes your breath away like it did the first time. Like it does every time. He whimpers into your neck, arching his hips perfectly and aiming for the spot that has you seeing stars with every pass of his cock. He always sounds so pretty like this — whining and whimpering praises into your ears about how good you feel. How your cunt feels like it was made for him. Half slurred praises about how well you take him and how perfect you look to him. 

When he cums, moments later and as deep inside you as he can, he carefully looks over you. Making sure you're cleaned up and putting all your jewelry back on for you while he mutters about how beautiful and perfect you are. You always stay quiet and sit pretty for him while he does. Content to let Izuku do what he does best — take care of you. “Let’s go,” He half laughs, smiling down at you before helping you off Sero’s bed. “Before the others notice.” 

[wutheringcaterpillar]

I’ll Always Be Your Boy

Summary: Tommy reminisced back to his lost love, his first and only love. It had been years since he’s seen you, and one night when he pulls into your driveway, it all becomes too much for far too long. He needed to be reunited with you, even if the cost was his life.

Warnings: Suicide, drug addiction (opium), trauma, flashbacks, mentions of death, mention of tommy’s mom, mention of miscarriage

Partially inspired by the song below, be prepared with tissues y’all🥹

The brisk midnight air rolled in through the foggy car window as he pulled into the rocky driveway, still trying to figure out what the fuck he was doing here. Tommy hadn’t seen you in years but yet you still crossed his mind, he still worried about you even though he had taken the most vulnerable part of you and shattered it into a million tiny pieces. Now here he was staring at the damaged, once white house that he once promised to fix up before the argument. The wooden fencing now fading, the deteriorating paint now detailing the uncut grass, green vines covering the width.

Pulling out his cigarettes, he brushed the unflamed end over his plush, chilled lips.

The trees bristled, whistling and bellowing through the atmosphere, scattering leaves around the yard.

Tommy thought back to a a particular afternoon, reminiscing the way you laughed when he tripped and fell into a mud puddle, the way you smiled brightly whenever he would partake in hobbies you enjoyed such as creating masterful works of art out of chalk on the stoned sidewalk. 

You were graceful, mesmerizing everything Tommy could’ve asked for in a woman, most of all you cared for him. Making him soup when he was feeling ill, running a warm bath to a temperature of his liking, knowing how to calm him from an angry fit or a stressful day. 

God did he miss you, he’d do anything for the chance to take it all back, to treat you kindly and cherish you, give you anything your little ecstatic heart desired, but he fucked it up and he blamed himself every second of every passing day.

He wished and prayed that you knew there was no moving on, you held his heart and he was still that boy you fell in love with all that time ago.

A day hadn’t passed where he didn’t think of you but times were becoming tough. The business was failing, any woman that approached him, he simply ignored, only wanting you back.

Stepping out of the car, he approached the house ignoring the silhouettes of storm clouds rolling in accompanied by a deep, rumbling thunder. 

Scanning the rooms, he stopped near the kitchen doorway, glancing at the stove where he had partaken in baking sweets with you. He didn’t like desserts himself but what you made you happy made him happy, and he’d always at least taste whatever you made. He would try to help, to assist in rolling dough, gathering ingredients and putting trays in the oven but you always shoved him playfully away after burning a batch of baked goods, putting him instead on the job of decorating. 

Smiling softly, he carried on, stopping every now and then as he walked down the crooked, abandoned hallway, glancing at the dusty photos that still stay portrayed on the walls.

A photo of your first date in a milkshake shack, splitting a chocolate shake while giggling with one another, this was just moments before you had convinced him to go rollerblading and he can still say to this day, that was the most fun he’s ever had, for some reason it made him feel alive.

As he carried on scanning the house, he’d heard objects moving while the abandoned floor boards creaked. He could see the shapes of shadows in the distance but he didn’t feel scared or endangered. Perhaps it was you.

“It’s just me love, nothing to be afraid of.” He wished he could see you, he had missed you tremendously but still blamed himself for your death. He should’ve been there, he could’ve stopped it, and now he was reaping the consequences with a broken heart.

When he approached his final destination, he was greeted with a hole in the rickety old door, flashing back to the time where you’d had your first and last fight over what now seemed to be a pointless event, an event he regretted. If he had knew that would be the last time he saw you, the final thing he’d said to you, the frigid, cold words would’ve never escaped his lips, and he knew very well that the argument was a misunderstanding.

Dragging his feet over to the bed, he removed a bottle of opium from his jacket. That was the only thing getting him through this. He had tried to off himself multiple times, just wanting to see you once more, they even had to confine him in the draft which was nearly unheard of.

Pulling out a needle, he punctured his arm after increasing the dose. Almost instantly he could feel his thoughts slowing, a euphoric rush running through his veins causing him to feel tired and lay down on the abandoned bed. The awful fight replaying in his mind.

Bursting through the door, you jumped in the sitting position of your bed, the book in your lap tumbling down onto the floor from being startled. 

Tommy stood in the doorway, bottle of whiskey in hand with drenched, disheveled hair from the pouring rain.

“Where have you been? I needed you, and you weren’t there!” Tears brimmed at your eye lids seeing him in this state, knowing that you should’ve been there but you couldn’t. 

Standing up while the tears streamed like a river down your heated cheeks, you closed the door and turned to Tommy.

His angelic blue eyes had a clear perception of pain, himself also crying. Tommy never asked you for anything, not once.

“Y’know not everything is about you, maybe if you stopped and looked around every once in awhile you’d realize that but I guess it was stupid on my part to believe you ever truly loved me. You are just a selfish girl, and I can’t believe that for a moment I thought you gave a shit about me.” You tugged at his arm, begging and pleading for him to hear your side of the story as to why you weren’t present at his mother’s funeral but he wouldn’t listen. Hearing your excuses only fueled the anger and extreme upset inside of him but he didn’t know you were dealing with a loss of your own.

“Listen to me, please! I love you Tommy I do, you just don’t understand I-“

“No, no don’t do that. You don’t get to do that I have a crystal clear understanding that I can’t be with someone who doesn’t and never has given a shit about me. Enjoy your life Y/N, because I’m not sure if I want to be in it anymore if all it’s going to be is excuses. I really thought you were different, but you’re just like any other useless whore.” Slamming his fist through the door in aggravation and immense upset, the sound echoed through the house. His words stung like a bee, a sharp and direct hit to your heart.

The following morning Tommy woke from a deep slumber, arm reaching for you only to realize you weren’t there, half of the bed was empty.

He had regretted those things he said, he should have heard you out but all of his withheld emotions came crashing down on him like a hurricane. 

Getting up and dressed, he decided the best way to apologize was to go and retrieve your favorite flowers and take you out on the town. He could be such an ass sometimes but he was still learning. 

Heading to the kitchen Pol was shocked to see him out of bed, bright eyes and bushie tailed, dressed to the tens.

“I’m surprised you’re up so early given the events of last night. If you need anything don’t be frightened to reach out Thomas, we all need a little help sometimes. Sweet girl she was.” 

“Who are you talking about? If it was that Lee girl I’m not surprised, bat shit crazy she was.” Tommy poured himself a cup of tea, adding only cream before reaching for the paper and sitting at the kitchen table.

“No one told you?” Tommy looked at his aunt confused while taking a sip of his tea. Pol relaxed her tone knowing full well this would break her nephew’s heart. With sympathetic eyes, she settled her hand atop of his.

“There was a fire last night. Y/N didn’t make it.” Tommy froze, this couldn’t possibly be true. Pol could see the panic and disbelief in Tommy’s baby blue eyes. When she tried to walk over and console him, he bolted for the door needing to see for himself.

In a fiery fit of anger and sadness he sped over to your house, seeing the damage that has been done. In that moment his heart shattered into a million pieces and he punched the steering wheel repeatedly.

“Fuck!” The thick walls of his mind were closing. If he had controlled his temper, he would’ve been there, he would’ve been able to pull you out of the fire and save the most important piece of his heart. Why you? Why not him? He had nothing to live for without you. He never even got the chance to apologize.

The only thing that seemed to be intact was your car parked in the grass near the mailbox. Stumbling out of his car, he needed to know, know what it was you weren’t telling him that day. What it was he didn’t even give you a chance to say.

Rummaging through clothes, and misplaced papers and pens, he opened the glove box only to find something that changed everything the day of his mother’s funeral.

Pulling out the small piece of paper, his hands trembled as he stared down at the ultrasound of what would have been your bundle of joy. 

All of your emotions from that day seemed to seep into his mind. You must’ve been so scared, felt so alone. Why didn’t you tell him?

Flipping the paper over he noticed writing.

TIME OF DEATH: 11:25 am.

11/20/1913 

10 weeks old.

You had miscarried just two hours before the funeral and he was too busy shouting out you to know. The tears sprang freely, his heart aching as he wept in the passenger seat feeling the world crashing down him, accompanied by the profound loss of someone he loved.

As the opium kicked in, he lay his dreary, spinning head onto the singed pillow, clenching his fists in what was left of your crisp sheets.

His eyes became heavy, limbs weak while his head span in a euphoric frenzy. Your face flashed through his mind, memories and moments shared together. 

The sun was rising through the window peering in through the burnt curtains as Tommy’s vision became blurry and he could see sparkling orbs forming aside him a figure kneeling on the floor with what looked to be a child.

“Come daddy, mommy’s waiting.” The young girl’s voice was subtle, calming. She lay her delicate small hand on her father’s.

Through his clouded perception he could see she had his bright blue eyes and your facial features. She was beautiful just like her mother.

Beads of sweat formed upon his temple, the rush taking over his body bringing a sense of tranquility. Just before he stopped breathing, your voice spoke melodically through his head, bringing a sense of comfort.

“I’m here now. You can let go. We’ve been waiting for you.” He had never felt more at ease then he did now, drifting off into unconsciousness, awaiting his sweet descent into his lover’s arms being reunited as a family, forever content.

[ferrarrigirl]

could you do a fic where carlos has children and it just tonnes of fluff? thxxxx

A/N: AHH ty for my first request. I hope you like it xxx Also ignore the pictures idk why they are coming up in a weird order :(

Also Check out my poll for favorite kiddie from the fic

BANG. You jump out of bed hearing something smash out in the kitchen. Immediately you turn to the side, seeing Carlos fast asleep beside you. He must have gotten in late last night and snuck in without waking you. You told him he should stay in Singapore and celebrate the win with the team, but he wanted to be at home with you and the kids. You rush to put your slippers on and move towards to where you heard the loud noise from. Peeking into the kitchen you see your oldest daughter holding a broom while your boy sits on the kitchen stool watching Elena with a guilty face. You step into the kitchen, catching Elena’s attention.

“Oh no, sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“That’s okay amor,” you reply moving to Mateo and kissing his cheek, “but what are you doing up? You should’ve woke me if you were hungry, I could’ve made you something.”

“We saw Papa’s car in the driveway and wanted to surprise him for winning,” Mateo says looking up at you with the same big brown doe eyes his Papa has. You can’t help but break out into a grin, these kids really were the best.

“Well we would’ve been able to surprise you too if Mateo didn’t go and smash the bowl on the ground,” your daughter spills. You giggle lightly, she’s always been the feisty one.

You now move towards her, grabbing the broom from her hand “that’s okay bebe, I can help you both now and we can make Papa a nice big breakfast.” You split the kitchen; with you cooking the eggs and sausage, Elena on fruit cutting duty, and Mateo mixing the pancake batter, the only thing you were sure he wouldn’t mess up. God was that boy clumsy. Within 20 minutes, all 3 of you had the kitchen island filled with a gourmet breakfast buffet.

“Cmon you know the drill,” the kids groan knowing their mom has to take a picture to document this. They would look back and appreciate it you thought.

“Perfect” you say snapping a picture of them standing behind the plated goodies. “Okay you two go brush your teeth, I’ll wake Noah and Luna and then we can surprise Papa.”

As your oldest two kids scurry to their rooms, you head in the direction of your younger boy. You sit down on the bed next to him, “Morning Noah, time to wake up baby”, you say, lightly running your hand through his beautiful dark hair. The same brown eyes flutter open and close as he cuddles into his stuffed Lightning Mcqueen. Ever since Charles gave him that, they’ve been inseparable.

“Nooo still tired Mama.”

“Cmon, me Elena and Mateo already made breakfast and there’s pancakes for you,” you try bribing him. No reply. You try again, “Papa’s back.”

PAPA’S BACK?” He jumps out of bed and ontop you.

“Shhh yes bubba but he’s sleeping,” you say rubbing his back, “So let’s go get you ready and then we can surprise him.” Happy with this plan, you get your third child into the bathroom and ready and bring him out to the kitchen so Elena can watch him. You sigh, only two more to wake up.

You head back to your bedroom, joining Carlos on his side of bed, you lean down and press a kiss to his cheek, “Good morning race winner.” He slowly opens his eyes giving you a lazy smile as he pulls you down into bed with him. 

“Morning carino, what are you doing up so early, come cuddle,” he says nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing light kisses along your shoulder. You lightly giggle while reminding him ‘Are you forgetting the house full of kids we have?”

You feel his smile grow against your shoulder, “I could never,” he jokes back, “I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you more bub.”

You give yourself another 5 minutes to bask in his warmth while you can, just lying in his strong hold, feeling his hair tickle your ear. These are the moments you miss most every time he has to leave for a race weekend.

“Hmm, alright get up,” you peer over at the clock, “Luna’s gonna be up in 5 minutes, which gives you enough time to get ready, get her and meet me in the kitchen,” you say while pulling yourself out of bed. You drop another kiss to his cheek and as you walk out the door, you can’t help laugh while hearing Carlos groan and mutter “Yes ma’am.”

Back in the kitchen, Noah, Elena and Mateo all sit in the stools lining the island, waiting patiently for breakfast to be served. You’re surprised that they haven’t all rushed to Carlos in bed yet, they must really want to surprise him for the win.

“How long Mamaaaaaa, I’m hungryyyyyy,” Noah whines. There it is you think.

“Soon bubs, he’s just getting Lu.” Moving to the fridge, you grab Luna’s bottle, knowing she’ll be hungry the second she sees you and as you shut the fridge door, Carlos walks into the kitchen holding baby Luna.

“Surprise Papa!” Your kids yell running to Carlos engulfing him in a big family hug. You carefully grab Luna so he can give each of his babies a hug and kiss as they yell different congratulations his way.

He notices the breakfast feast behind them, “Did you guys make all this for me?”

“Si Papa,” says your eldest daughter with a proud grin.

Mirroring her smile, Carlos replies “Muchas gracias mi alma” and gives her another forehead kiss. You stand feeding Lu her bottle, just admiring the way Carlos helps each one plate their food and how the kids tell him everything they loved about the race.

“The DRS move to help uncle Lando was so good”

“You were going so fast”

“I felt bad for Uncle Cha”

“Was it hot”

“Is Uncle George okay”

“I knew you would win Papa”

That last one from Mateo has you tearing up (he’s always been his biggest fan), just seeing the beautiful family you’ve created and how happy the kids are. Carlos notices and comes your way, “Hermosa, why you getting all teary eyed on me hmm?” he says the same big brown doe eyes filled with concern.

“I’m just so proud of you and so happy that we could be celebrating together. Thank you for coming home,” you look up at him through your glossy eyes.

He wraps an arm around you, leans down and places a slow delicate kiss on your lips. Pulling back, he rests his forehead on yours and smiles, “Te amo carino, I’ll always come home to you.”

A/N: omg why did this turn out so adorable. I need Carlos in my life😭. Also please leave any suggestions/feedback on what you liked and didnt

[bitchinbarzal]

What you left behind | A Fantilli

based on this ask

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You’d heard them talking about you at the Hobey award ceremony.

“I feel bad acting like everything’s ok! Y/N has no idea”

“Adam should’ve told her before she flew all the way out here”

“I can’t believe he’s breaking up with her”

Your heart dropped and you walked away before you heard anymore. You sat throughout the whole ceremony with a wary smile.

By the end of it you had excused yourself on account of not feeling well. You were so ill and knew fine well why but now this was making you feel worse.

When Adam did return to your hotel room that night, bustling around while you faced the wall in the darkness you were deciding if you wanted to address the situation or not.

It wasn’t until he got into bed that you spoke

“I know you want to break up with me”

Adam sighed and turned on the bedside light “Babe it’s not you-“

“Do not say it’s not you, it’s me! God, Adam I thought we were better than this!”

“I don’t want to hold you down while I’m away!”

You were now stood up from the bed “You want to go to Columbus! It’s like four hours from Ann Arbor!”

He groans “I could end up literally anywhere and I don’t, I don’t want to drag this relationship with me while I’m starting off in the NHL!”

You gasp lowly “You think this relationship is a drag? Adam there’s something-“

You were crying now, getting yourself upset thinking about how your entire world was crumbling around you.

“Listen let’s just call it ok? You’re clearly getting upset and-“

You laugh ironically “I am getting upset because my boyfriend is breaking up with me and I’m trying to tell him I’m p-“

“I get it, you’re pissed but I think this is for the best I’m going to stay in Luca’s room for the night” Adam finishes, almost infuriating you as he picks up his hoodie and phone before kissing your forehead and leaving the room.

When the door clicked shut you sat down on the bed and let out a shaky breath and placed your hand over your belly “It’s just me and you kid, eh?”

You were packed up and gone before Adam got back to the room the next morning, leaving him feeling somewhat disappointed.

He had tried to call but you’d blocked his number. Eventually he gave in and stop trying to contact you to apologize for how it all went down.

You on the other hand were too busy in the summer break preparing for the baby’s arrival in november.

It felt weird being home all summer. Typically you’d be spending your time split between vacations, lake houses and this year was supposed to be spent by Adam’s side as he was drafted.

Now you were knee deep in baby sleep suits, stuffed animals and diapers all needing to be organized into boxes.

The summer was hard, you’d been contemplating not going back to college now you would ultimately be single parenting and how difficult that was going to be.

It had taken a lot of thinking but you knew you couldn’t give up on school, not now you were all your daughter had.

The new school year looked a lot different. You’d moved out of dorms with your best friend and into your own apartment, you’d dropped out of your position as social admin of the hockey and lacrosse teams and even changed some of your classes to better align with better paid positions post graduate.

It only took the boys a day to notice your absence from the team.

“Where’s y/n? There’s no way she left us because Adam broke up with her!” Dylan whined as the team got changed after their first practice.

Luca just shrugged “I haven’t seen her, I don’t even know if she’s back this year”

“She wasn’t in our sports management class this morning” Mark adds “And her best friend has a new roommate”

Luca then became a little concerned. He’d gone from seeing you all day, everyday to not even knowing where you were.

That was until that evening at Tony’s, the pizza place you, Adam and Luca would go every Tuesday. It seemed as though you guys were keeping to the tradition as you both stood in line to order your pizza.

“Y/N?” You froze hearing his voice, slowly turning around with a coy smile

“Hey Luca” You reply sweetly, not missing how his eyes were now glued on your now seven month pregnant belly.

“Hey so-“

“You’re pregnant?”

You tut “Yeah it looks like it” you joke “so don’t judge when I tank a whole pizza alone I’m technically eating for two”

He softly laughs before he asks “Is it Adam’s?”

You can’t hide it and you know it so you nod “Yeah, it is”

You expect Luca to yell at you but he doesn’t. Instead he grumbles “and you didn’t tell him?!”

His anger takes you back a little and you sigh sadly “I tried Luca”

“Not very hard!”

The tears started the gather in your eyes as you thought back to that night you and Adam broke up and you tried to tell him about your little baby girl.

“Luca You don’t know anything ok? I tried to tell him but he was too busy breaking up with me! You know what Lu, pretend this interaction never happened!” You scoffed, taking off out of the restaurant.

Only five minutes after you got in your apartment the doorbell rang and you waddled to the front door, very unamused and hungry.

On the other side of the door stood Luca holding your order from Tony’s.

“I’ve got pizza?” He smiled and you gestured him in.

The two of you ate the pizza and garlic knots in silence until Luca asked

“Is It a boy or girl?”

You wiped your hands with a napkin before you said “A little girl”

He smiles “and you’re due?”

“November, middle of November”

He nods before he reaches across the table to squeeze your hand “I’m really sorry you’ve done this alone, but I’m sure Adam would want to know he has a daughter”

You retracted your hand from his and scoffed “He didn’t want to be ‘held down’ Luca! His words! So no, I’m not telling him because when I tried, he shut me down so this is his loss!”

Luca wanted to fight you, to stick up for his little brother but he knew better so he gave in. He knew which battle he wanted to pick

“Can I… can I be in her life? She is my niece after all I want to be in her life”

You softened “Of course you can Luca, you can be as involved with her as you want as long as you don’t tell your brother”

Luca reluctantly agrees and so he begins a part in this secret.

Over the following weeks he spent nights over at your house, helped you set up the nursery and was helping you study in your new classes.

He’d slowly stopped speaking to Adam as the secret was getting harder to keep and Adam had noticed.

When Luca didn’t go to Columbus with the rest of his family for Adam’s birthday, Adam knew something was wrong.

So when I’m November the blue jackets played Detroit, Adam, Nick and Kent took the trip to Ann Arbor to watch their old team play.

You wouldn’t have gone to the game that night had you known he would be there but it was too late. You saw him in the crowd. You’d been sitting in a seat, wearing Luca’s jersey so nobody else on the team could see your bump when you spotted Kent closely followed by Adam.

After that you made a mad dash out of Yost, but not before Adam saw you.

He watched you leave, watched you walk out and never said a thing. He had conflicted feelings about seeing you again. He knew it was a possibility but he didn’t know for sure not after his friends told him you’d basically distanced yourself so far from the team, what caught his eye though was his brothers name and number on the back of your jersey.

After the game Adam found his brother outside the locker room

Luca looked surprised to see him, looking around cautiously for someone else by the looks of it “Adam, what’re you doing here?”

“Dropping by to see the team, what’s wrong? You seem on edge? Looking for someone?” Adam wasn’t sly with his questions.

“No I just-“

“Not my ex girlfriend? Not Y/N? Who left by the way”

Luca looked panicked “you saw her?!”

“Yeah i saw her leaving, wearing your jersey! Dude are you fucking y/n? How could-“

Luca scoffs “I’m not fucking her!”

“Well what’s going on? You haven’t come to visit, we hardly talk, she’s walking around here in your jersey and you seem really agitated about her right now so cmon dude spill it! I’d rather you just told me straight but I’m gonna be mad you know I’m still in love with her!!”

Before Luca can even defend himself and you, his phone starts ringing. It’s you.

As soon as he picks up the phone he can hear you crying “what’s going on? Talk me y/n”

That peaks Adam’s interest.

“I fell Luca! I fell and I need to go to the hospital I’m bleeding-“

“I’m coming, I’m coming just hang in there you guys are gonna be ok is the ambulance there? Ok just go and I’ll meet you at the hospital”

Adam is traipsing behind him still demanding answers when Luca shouts “Just get in the car Adam! I don’t have time to deal with you right now”

Adam can feel Luca’s stress and it’s confusing him, a lot.

When they arrive at the hospital he finally asks “Why are we here? What is going on? Who’s hurt?”

Luca sighs, pinching his nose and just praying you’ll understand why he did it

“Y/N is pregnant” he states as if it was the simplest thing while Adam’s entire world just exploded.

He was still in love with you and you were having a baby.

“Is It yours?” Adam asked “Because if it is I’m gonna let you call mom before I fucking kill-“

Luca holds his hand up to his little brother “The baby is yours”

Adam is going through every emotion possible at the moment, stuttering out “Why didn’t you tell me? She didn’t-“

“She tried Adam, the day you broke up with her”

He feels horrible, he feels heartbroken.

“And Why are we at the hospital? Do we need to go in? Is she ok?”

“She said there’s been bleeding, that she fell after the game. That could be bad Adam so just don’t go in there guns blazing when she could have lost her baby”

Adam’s heart breaks even further for his baby; who’s existence he’s only known of for a minute who might now be dead.

The brothers make their way up to the ward and ask for you to which the nurse smiles sympathetically “It’s family only, sorry boys”

Luca hurries “He’s the babies dad, she’s pregnant-“

“Actually, miss y/l/n had a turn in the ambulance after she was picked up by paramedics and she is no longer pregnant” Adam and Luca both gasped lowly, heartbroken when the nurse continued “She delivered her babygirl in the ambulance on route here. Congratulations dad, head on down its room 103”

The two shared glances before Luca patted his little brother on the back “You’re a dad, man!”

“I’m a dad…” he repeats, almost in disbelief.

When Adam got to your room and walked in you were laying in the hospital bed holding your little girl in your arms mumbling something to her. When you looked up and saw Adam the smile on your face dropped

“What’re you-“

“Is she ok? Are you ok?” He interrupted, walking over to you both.

You looked surprised “Luca told you?”

He nods “the cliff notes, we were in a rush”

You nodded understandingly “She’s perfect, all eight pounds of perfection”

You watch Adam step closer and closer to you both when you say “Adam, do you want to hold her?”

He nods, sitting down in the chair next to your bed and taking her into his arms. You watch them as Adam whispers sweet words to her.

“Hi babygirl, I’m your daddy”

When he finally puts her in her bassinet, Adam turns to you “I’m so sorry you went through this all alone, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you that night and I’m sorry I just abandoned us… I regret it everyday”

You smile softly “Do you miss me?” It was a lighthearted jab but Adam grabs your hands, seriously and says “So much, everyday I’ve thought about what an idiot I was to let you go. The love of my life”

“Adam you really broke my heart, I’m not sure how I would’ve survived if it wasn’t for her” you say gesturing to the baby asleep next to you.

He squeezes your hands “I know and I can only apologise and beg you to understand I acted on stupid judgement. We could always make long distance work and you have never held me down ever, you make me a better person y/n, I guess now you both do”

Eventually around eleven your nurse manages to sneak Luca into your room. He fully expected you two at each others throats when he entered but instead he found you both sitting on your bed holding your daughter in your hands just adoring her.

“Hey guys, she’s beautiful y/n congratulations”

You smile “thanks uncle Lu”

“So what’s princess called?”

Adam looks at you to tell him and you take pleasure when you say “This is Lucia, her name is inspired by our role model. Both of us”

Luca crouches down by Lucia’s sleeping body and brushes his thumb over her cheek “Hi Lu, I’m your uncle Luca. I love You so much already and I don’t even know you yet”

Your head absentmindedly rested on Adams’s shoulder and he kissed the crown of your head and mumbled “My girls, my whole world”

[too-deviant]

idk if you’d be comfortable writing this but I was wondering if you could whip up an Aphrodite!reader who’s fed up with her beauty. She stops attending school and stays the full term at camp which makes Luke confused. So she tells him about how random dudes would hit on her and be creepy at her school or something. She’d prolly join him with Kronos bc she wants to feel respected for once. Would be such an angsty but filled with femme rage although totally cool if you choose not to write this~ Just wanted to share it with someone 💛

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Aphrodite!Reader

Summary: Maybe you didn't want to be beautiful anymore.

Content: pretty angsty, brief mentions of male harassment but nothing explicit or triggering, again sorry for the wait i had w block pls forgive me. also not proofread sorry yall its been a rough week.

You were only faintly aware of the noise around you.

The chatter of the city was a mere buzz in the back of your head as you marched down the street. It amazed you, really, just how unbelievably dickish mortal boys could be. This one in particular; Mike Schwartz, a five foot something jock who sat on the bench at every game. He’d been a bother in your life since you started high school. Back then, you took the endless prospects as a compliment – you truly were your mother’s daughter. It was a boost to your weak teenage confidence. 

But as the years went by, the constant asking for your hand became an irritant. Especially when they couldn’t get the hint – at fourteen, turning down guys felt amazing, but when those same guys kept coming back for more, it made your eye twitch. Couldn’t they take the first no, tuck their tail between their legs and fuck off?

Apparently not. 

After four years of putting up with it, you were done. Storming out of the cafeteria, grabbing all your things, hailing a cab and getting the hell outta dodge. Maybe you should’ve stopped to think — called your dad, taken a few deep breaths. But the harder you thought about it, after trying not to for so many years, you came to the conclusion that you would’ve ended up here anyway. 

Here being the peak of HalfBlood Hill in the middle of September. It was only slightly unusual, because when you usually arrive at the start of summer you get to watch the crowds of arrivals setting up shop at camp. Now, however, it was fairly desolate. Less people, you knew. 

It was also a split second shock when you stepped across the border and felt the drastic change in weather. From the cool breeze of the autumn air to the warm summery spring that camp was in year-round. A shift that made you pause, but you kept on down the hill anyway. 

Chiron was waiting for you on the porch of the Big House, and without so much as a word, gestured for you to follow him inside. He was fairly understanding of your situation, but made you Iris Message your dad and tell him of your decision. He, too, was more glad you were safe than angry you ran off. 

“We can talk about this when you feel like talking.” He’d said. 

So you’d done it. Finally, you’d gotten yourself away from the hey hot stuffs and the you seeing anyone baby?s. You were back at camp, you were where you were most happy. 

But you weren’t happy. 

Being a year-rounder, you’d discovered, was a lot less busy than being a summer camper. You got more days off, longer breaks between activities. You found yourself spending more time in your own company; something you never really got to do before. Most of the time you were with your siblings, or your mortal friends, or you were being hounded by some frat boy and their friends.

It took a minute to get used to the loneliness, but you did. You explored camp, found places you hadn’t seen before. A cute clearing near a stream on the east side of the forest, or a Satyr sanctuary on the far end of the beach. You read more books, you trained a little harder, you perfected six new hairstyles on your little sister Elena and Annabeth from the Athena Cabin. 

And yet, you were still pissed off. 

“Why?” 

Luke Castellan was a name everyone knew in this little corner of Long Island. One of the oldest campers, head counsellor of the rowdiest cabin, token tour guide for the new kids. Oh, and the best swordsman camp had seen in, like, three centuries. He was cute, that much you’d heard all around your cabin. But you’d never really held a solid conversation with him until you became a year-rounder. The fewer people around, the more you run into him. 

You’d been practising a few neat tricks with a dagger when he spotted you. Said he was there to train himself for once and that you wouldn’t even notice he was there. You did, though. Especially when he took his shirt off twenty minutes in. 

You shared a water break, he asked you why you’d transferred to being a year rounder, and you indulge him in the story. He was super nice about it too, which made you angry. Was Luke the only nice guy on the planet? 

“But at least you’re happier now, right?” He’d said. You weren’t, you told him that much. He gave you this knowing look you’d never seen on him before, and asked Why?

You shrugged, “I don’t know. I love it here, I do. But I shouldn’t have to uproot my entire life and bring it here just to get some semblance of peace. I shouldn’t have to give up my education, my friends, my dad, just so I don’t have to get harassed every day. It’s not even like my mom gave me anything to help combat it, either. She just made me beautiful and told me to deal with the consequences! I mean,” You let out a weak chuckle, holding up the dagger you’d been toying with, “This was a birthday present from a friend in Cabin Six. Not even my mother, who is a warrior herself, could bother sending me a weapon. They really don’t give two shits about us, do they?” 

He’d parted his lips, eyes shining with something, and looked at you through his bottom lashes, “No. They don’t.”

You and Luke grew closer after that. A lot closer. By the time summer rolled around and the rest of the campers returned, you were inseparable. Many rumours spread but you two ignored them in favour of sneaking into that clearing you’d found and talking in whispers about your hatred for the gods. Who cared if they could hear you? Let them. 

It was Luke who had come up with the idea to steal the bolt. A quick job, in and out, and maybe then they’d listen to what you’d have to say. But they didn’t — they did exactly what they always did and risked the lives of two young demigods and a satyr just because they couldn’t be bothered doing it themselves. Selfish — that’s what they were. They didn’t care about anyone —

“ — but themselves!” You glared at Thalia, who stood before you atop Mount Tamalpais with her spear in your direction. “I mean, look at your dad. He didn’t care enough to stop the monsters from killing you, oh, but it’s okay because he turned you into a damn tree!”

“This isn’t the way!” Annabeth yelled from afar. Her hair was twisted in a style you’d taught her how to do that first year as a year-rounder. It broke your heart that she couldn’t see how right you and Luke were. 

“Curse them, Thalia.” You said plainly, holding up your dagger. Half mortal metal, half celestial bronze. A gift from Luke. “Curse your father and his children. His brothers. Curse them all like they deserve to be cursed! They deserve to be toppled.”

 You tilted your head, looking at them all. Luke and your army were heading steadily up the mountain. If you could convince them now, there wouldn’t need to be a battle. 

“Where are they now, huh?” You raised both your arms, “You’re fighting for your life against a titan on a mountain and the only god who came to help out was Artemis? And that’s just because she was here already.” You scoffed out a laugh, “You should thank us, really, for taking her. Had we not, you’d be dead already.” 

Annabeth watched. You were unrecognisable in that moment — your face streaked with dirt and blood, curled into a dark sneer that any of your siblings would berate you for because of the wrinkles you’d get. You didn’t seem to care all that much, though. Not when Thalia was lunging for you and attempting to pull you out of the rage you were in. Not when her spear and shield were no match for your measly dagger and you went toppling down the mountain. 

The next time any of them saw you was in Manhattan — after believing you to be dead for a year and a half, it came as a shock when you emerged from the crowd of monsters. Your hair was hacked short, and one of your legs had been replaced with a bronze prosthetic. You fought with a ruthlessness none of them had seen in you before, whether it be because you were on the losing side or because Luke had given his body to the Lord of Time before you had the chance to tell him you loved him. You were still angry, and even if you hated Kronos, you didn’t hate him nearly as much as you hated the gods. 

When Luke died, you were kneeled beside him. Your face was dirty, your hair was knotty, and there was a dent in your bronze leg. He lifted a hand to your face, “I’m sorry to have to say this, but…you’re sorta beautiful.”

“Sorta?”

He grinned, and then he died, and you were filled with such unbridled rage that you pushed yourself down to the ground of Manhattan and tore through Kronos’ army with fire in your eyes, not stopping until Apollo got rid of your sight and forced you to calm down. You didn’t know if you’d ever be calm, since the only person who ever understood you just died in your arms, but you dropped your dagger and stomped your way back up to Olympus like a bratty child anyway. 

Zeus didn’t punish you for what you did, but he did say he’d be keeping a firm eye on you. You joined the hunters, much to your mothers disdain, and didn’t ever allow yourself to look back.

[nhlclover]

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 | 𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐉

summary: arber gets bruised from a fight during a game, leaving you frantic for answers and reassurance.

warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, semi nsfw toward the end?

word count: 0.88k

You paced around the kitchen, your phone tight in your grip. Yours and Arber's text messages open on the screen, your four consecutive texts going unanswered. The TV was now playing SportsCenter, the Habs game having ended about an hour ago.

As per usual, you spent your evening after work watching your boyfriend's hockey game. However, instead of watching a productive game including garnering an assist or a shot blocked, you watched his night come to an end earlier after he was skated off the ice following a fight at the end of the second period

Nothing much had provoked the fight, the previous period and a half being rather tame. However, after a couple of less-than-favourable games from the team as well as his time on ice being reduced, Arber’s frustrations had hit a boiling point.

Arber had laid a couple of hits but after being knocked down next to the boards, Arber charged after his attacker, cross-checking him from behind. The two of them exchanged a couple of jabs, with Arber’s opponent getting in a few more than he did resulting in a rare defeat, before they were separated by the officials. As he was skating off, the camera gave you a good look at his split brow and bruised face, blood leaking down his face and dripping onto his jersey.

You found that you stopped paying attention right at that moment, your focus solely on the wellbeing of your boyfriend. You’d seen him get in fights before but not once had you seen him get in a fight that resulted in such damage to his face. You sent a text a few minutes after watching the altercation, expecting him to reply a little later. When you didn’t get a reply, you sent another text, hoping the first one just got lost in other notifications. Normally, Arber would send you a text right after he gets out of a game, letting you know he’d be home shortly.

Almost an hour and a half after the game had ended, you heard the front door open. The sound of shoes shuffling against the hardwood in the hall echoes through the house, accompanied by the sound of his bag slumping to the floor. He finally comes around the corner, meeting you in the kitchen with a nervous expression on his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask, approaching him and examining the wound in his brow that has begun to cause his eye to swell. It’s been properly stitched up and cleaned by the medical staff.

He lets out a sigh of relief, hands settling on your waist. “I’m fine, y/n.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask him again.

“Yes, one hundred percent they-”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout, slapping his chest.

“Ow, what the fuck?” He asks, dropping his hands from your waist and instead protecting himself.

You groan loudly, stepping away from him and pacing around the kitchen. “Why the fuck did you fight that guy?”

He sighs, pulling his beanie off and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know…” He huffs. “I was pissed, I’m not doing jack shit when I’m on the ice. I didn’t know what else to do, I had to make an impact somehow.”

“Well, you can't just lose your temper like this every time you get upset!” You shout. “You know how stupid that was? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t have gotten that badly hurt they wouldn’t-”

“I don’t give a shit, Arber!” You interrupt, your voice getting increasingly louder and your breath more ragged. “On top of that, you don’t even text me to say you’re okay!”

“Okay!” He stops you, coming over and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He shushes you, attempting to soothe your ragged breaths. “I’m sorry. I should’ve texted you when I got out. It’s just… you know how stressful it's been… not putting up points and not getting any ice time. It's not helping me especially when I’m trying to stay up with the Habs.”

“I know,” You say softly, nodding against his chest. You stand in his arms, your temper coming down.

“I’m sorry, again.” He says.

“I know, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been that upset.” You reply.

“No you had every right, I shouldn’t do stupid shit like that.” He says. You chuckle softly, leaning back and eyeing his wounds once more. You wince at them, knowing they’ll be much worse in the morning.

“I hope I didn’t piss you off too much,” Arber says. You give him a look and Arber can read it. However, Arber plays dumb. “What’s that look on your face?”

“You know. Don’t make me spell it out for you.” You say, running a hand through his hair.

“No, I don’t. I think the fight knocked out a few brain cells.” Arber said, feigning confusion.

You rolled your eyes, going up on your tip toes to bring your lips to his ear. “You know I want you.” You say in a whisper.

A smirk pulls on his lip. Arber bends down, picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal, feet kicking, as he walks down the hall to your bedroom.

[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Thirteen: Traffic

Ao3

Dean stares at the strip of pictures they had taken a few days ago, at a photo booth. They had done a few different poses, but Dean is focused on the last one. Cas has his head thrown back in a laugh, while most of Dean’s head is hidden underneath the Santa hat that Cas had pulled over his eyes, moments before the picture was taken. Damn, Cas looked so good with the genuine joy spread across his face.

They had both known that there was an expiration date on their time together and yet Dean hadn’t been able to stop himself from falling for Cas.

It was just supposed to be a favor for Sammy. Sam had called him up about two weeks ago, to ask if one of his colleagues/friends could stay with Dean for a few days, while the guy attended a conference. Dean hadn’t minded, he had a whole house to himself and the thought of actually sharing it with someone had made Dean happy. Of course he didn't know that the nerdy guy, Sam had been telling him about for a couple of years now, would turn out to look that hot. Initial attractiveness aside, they had just clicked from day one and had been inseparable since their first meeting.

Dean had known that Cas would be leaving for England, after the one week conference. But he had still gone and caught feelings for the dorky history professor. And now Cas was at the airport, waiting for his flight, while Dean sulked in self pity. Dean gently swipes his finger over the soft smile that Cas is wearing in the first picture, not being able to help himself and smile in return.

Oh. Oh.

Dean hadn’t just caught feelings for Cas. He had fallen in love with him.

Making a split second decision, Dean grabs his keys and runs out the door. He takes the stairs in one long stride, in his haste to get to Baby. Revving the engine he leaves his driveway with squealing tires.

—

Dean taps his fingers against the steering wheel anxiously. He chances a glance at his watch and lets out a frustrated sigh. Cas’ plane is scheduled to take off in about ten minutes and if this traffic jam doesn’t clear up soon, Dean won’t be able to make it in time. That’s what he gets for taking the highway a few days before Christmas. He should have taken the longer route, which would have taken up less time in hindsight.

Dean sighs in relief, when traffic finally starts moving faster than a snail’s pace. Once he has taken the exit, he pushes down on the gas. He makes sure to stay close to the speed limit though, since it wouldn’t help him if he got pulled over now. Another glance at his watch tells him that Cas’ flight is boarding in a few minutes.

As soon as Baby is parked, Dean is running up to the airport doors. He checks the flight list to find Cas’ gate number and makes his way there as fast as he can. When he gets there the door to the jetway is already closed and Dean can just watch in dismay as he watches the plane take off down the runway.

Dean sinks into one of the chairs with his head in his hands. He might have just fumbled the best relationship of his entire life. Dean can feel his heart breaking, even though they weren’t even together. He sits there for a few minutes mourning the loss of a relationship that never even existed. Wiping away the stray tears that had escaped his eyes, Dean stands up from his seat. Resolutely Dean makes his way back to Baby, in the knowledge that he will allow himself to really, truly break down once he is alone in his home.

On the way back Dean makes sure to stay away from the highway as much as he can. He makes it back to his home in less time than it took him to get to the airport. Yeah should’ve stayed away from the highway the first time around. Though if Dean is being honest with himself he wasn’t really thinking about anything but Cas on his way to the airport.

Once Dean steps out of the car he notices the person sitting on the steps. That trench coat is unmistakable and Dean just stays rooted to the spot in shock.

“I couldn’t go through with it.” Cas says as he stands up from where he was sitting on one of the porch steps, as Dean finally gets his legs to move. “I was about to board the plane, when I realized that I don’t want to leave you.”

While Cas was talking, Dean had steadily moved closer and is now just standing inches away. They stare at each other for a few seconds, before they are pulling each other into a desperate kiss. Once they finally part they rest their foreheads against each other, just enjoying their closeness.

“Are we crazy for this? Isn’t this too much, too soon?” Cas asks.

“Well at least we are crazy together. You know I was at the airport trying to stop you from going back to England. I must have just missed you.” Dean admits into the air between them.

Cas looks shocked at that, before letting out a low chuckle. “I’m so glad I didn’t get on that plane now. You know, while I was waiting for my plane to board, I was hoping you would show up and confess your love for me, like in one of those cheesy rom coms. At the last second I decided that if you didn’t show up, I would just take fate into my own hands and get a Taxi. But I was greeted by a locked door and you and Baby were nowhere to be seen.”

“Fucking traffic man. I made the mistake of taking the highway and was stuck for like 30 minutes. I watched your plane take off. I thought I had just lost the love of my life, before we even got to be in a relationship.” Dean confesses.

Dean can feel Cas stiffen in his arms. What had he- Oh. Had he just blurted out that he was in love with Cas?

Before he can truly begin to spiral, Cas tugs him into another kiss. This one much gentler than their first one, but somehow also deeper.

“I love you, Dean.” Cas says, after they withdraw from their kiss.

A smile breaks out across Dean’s face and a matching one is starting to form on Cas’ face.

“I love you, too.” Dean utters.

They kiss again. This time it’s more a press of lips against lips, their smiles too big to really make the kiss any deeper. Dean is really looking forward to what other kisses they get to share in the future.

Cas shivers in Dean’s arms and Dean takes in Cas’ state. He must have waited out here for at least 20 minutes.

“Let’s get you inside and warmed up. We can figure out everything else later.” Dean says as he takes Cas’ hand and pulls him into the house.

[dearsnow]

I WOULD DO IT AGAIN

Part 1 || Part 2

- after the disastrous events of last night’s party, patrick comes back to dig out the truth (patrick verona x gn!reader, fluff, ⚠️ themes of alcohol / being drunk, this is the second part).

word count: 1457

a/n - it’s done!!!!! tysm to the people that read and enjoyed part one. i’m planning to write for patrick more, so stick around if you want to :) once again, this is inspired by the vibes of francesca by hozier

You wake to dappled sunlight filtering through your dust-speckled blinds. Your eyes flutter closed again as the gentle caresses of the morning are giving you a splitting headache- that, or the sheer amount of alcohol you downed last night. You move to pull the covers over your head, but your sheets are stuck on the corner of your bed. You just slip down further instead, groaning at the needling pains attacking your forehead.

When you try to think of the events of last night, past the time you spent dancing to the beat of pulsing strobe lights, very little comes to mind. Even the dancing is blurry. A warm voice, maybe, and the cold night air. The stars, spinning. Everything being blurry and broken and tinged with blue. God, your head hurts. You put your hand on your forehead, trying to soothe the ache.

When your front door opens, breaking your early-morning silence, you curse the god that sent your parents home so early. You will never know peace today.

Your door creaks open, and you snuggle down under your covers until your feet are almost hanging off the bed. You can’t let them know you’ve been out drinking. You hope they just think you’re being a moody teenager, too chronically tired to wake up earlier than 10:00 AM.

“You up?” The voice is rich, deep, and lightly accented. It’s definitely not your parents.

You shuffle up, poking your head out of your mess of blankets. You wince as your headache spits more of its fire.

“Pat?” Your throat is dry, and it’s reflected in your words. They come out scratchy and hoarse, and you wrinkle your nose at how pathetic you must look and sound. Does he know what happened when you got wasted?

Like he can read your mind, he closes the door and sits down on your bed. “You were pretty fucking wild last night. Got me worried.”

“You? Worried? About me?” You laugh, voice still on the rocks. “Usually it’s the other way around.”

Patrick smiles, but there’s something sad laced between his teeth. It shows through his eyes, how his dark brown irises look at you like a mourning dog. You sit up.

“What even happened at the party?” You ask. “I don’t even remember you being there.” You must’ve done something horrific to make him look like that. Did you flip off a police officer or scream at him?

Usually, you’re put together. A model citizen, even. Usually, you’re the one influencing him to be better. Usually, usually. Last night was definitely not a usual night.

His smile disappears from his lips, and a worried frown replaces it. He knows he has to bring it up. He debated it over and over in his head at home. Even on the trip to your house he was still trying to decide if he should tell you or not. He knows, though, that if he was the one drunk out of his mind, you would tell him the truth. You wouldn’t keep it from him. Besides, the burn inside him aches to know if what you said was true. “You said something stupid.” He mutters.

You internally punch yourself but groan out loud. You knew it. Why did you ever let yourself get that drunk? You should’ve just stayed home.

“What did I say?”

“You said…” He looks away, and you can’t help but notice how he keeps avoiding eye contact. “You said you loved me.”

That kickstarts your heart. Now your chest is pounding and you can hear the ringing in your head. You can feel the pulsing heat, the burn that comes with this.

“I know you didn’t mean it. People do stupid shit when they’re drunk. Don’t worry about it.” He says gruffly. He moves to stand up, but in a you grab his hand after a brief moment of hesitation.

You do love him. So, so much. “I wasn’t lying.” You whisper, and his eyes widen the slightest bit.

For a minute, you remember that this was exactly how he looked last night. Curls wild, the smell of smoke clinging to his body. And you love him just as fiercely now as you did then.

“You don’t regret it?” His voice shakes a little at the end of his sentence.

You’re panicking now. You’ve never done anything like this before, and today was not the day you were planning on starting. Every single possibility is racing through your mind, and you feel like you might throw up, but you have to tell the truth. You’ve gotten this far already- it would be cruel to leave your best friend hanging.

“I would do it again. Sober, I mean. I love you.”

You stare up at him, and he stares back at you. His eyes are broken like shattered glass, and when he sees you in his cracked lenses, the tears beginning to well up in your eyes could almost be glue.

It’s true. You actually love him, and it wasn’t just a stupid drunken confession. You didn’t latch on to the first friendly face you saw. You love him, of all people. Him. Patrick.

“You do?” His voice is quiet and just a little hoarse. His mind is reeling. Your words play like a mantra in his head, repeating over and over until the word “love” sounds like a made-up sound meant to rhyme with “dove” in a children’s novel. “Why?”

He isn’t deserving of it, he thinks. He could never deserve a love as great, as gentle, as beautiful as yours. He always assumed he would love in hellfire and smashed plates. Never once did he consider that you loved him back, and that he could have someone as good as the person staring back at him with messy hair and soft eyes.

You tilt your head. Why? He should know why by now. “I mean, what isn’t to love? You say it all the time.” He looks terrified and elated all at once.

“Well, yeah, but why?” He moves closer to you, his weight causing your bed to dip. The sheets wrinkle under his touch and the sunlight is bleeding through his hair. You have never seen anything more beautiful before.

“I love you because you’re funny. Not just in the class clown way, but you’re really genuinely funny. You always make me laugh every time I’m having a bad day. And you’re caring and strong and supportive. I mean, I’m pretty sure you were the one that took me home last night. You care about everyone a lot more than you seem to think. You’re talented, too, and really smart.” He snorts at that, and you add on. “Yeah, I know, you skip classes and stuff but you catch onto things quickly. And you’re good at figuring out how to work my appliances, which can come in handy.” You take a breath. “What I’m trying to say, Pat, is that I really do like you. In a serious, genuine, love-filled way.”

You feel the ramble lifting an incredible weight off your shoulders. You got it out, after so long of loving the boy that grew to be your best friend. It’s done. Even if he doesn’t love you back, at least you’re not carrying this intense, heartbreaking burden.

Patrick opens his mouth slightly, then closes it as he thinks about his words.

“That’s good.”

You feel it all coming back down to crush you.

“Good?”

“Yeah, good. ‘Cuz I love you too.”

And suddenly, you’re flying. It barely feels real, and you smile harder than you ever have in your entire life. “You do?”

You feel his rough hands come up to settle on your face, and you relish the warmth. He’s so close you can feel his breath fanning over your nose.

“Of course I do. You’re a catch.” He says. You laugh, he smiles, and he leans in further. You feel his slightly chapped lips on yours, and suddenly, nothing else in the world has any significance.

It’s gentle and soft, despite his rough edges. You can feel his curls tickling your chin, and he smiles into the kiss. When he pulls away, you’re left with the tingling sensation of touch and a heart that’s beating a mile a minute.

“I liked that.” You grin, breathless and wild. His cheeks are flushed.

“You better get used to it, then. There’s more where ‘that’ came from.” His thumb draws circles on your cheek.

He dips to the side, tilting his head to whisper something into your ear.

“Unless, of course, you actually do regret it.”

The corners of your mouth lift up involuntarily as you whisper something into his.

“Like I said, I would do it again.”

[alia-alia12]

By Chance

Part 4: Seen from Afar

𖧹Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

𖧹Fluff

𖧹1.1k

𖧹Masterlist

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups filled the cozy café as Satoru sat at his usual corner booth, nursing a cup of coffee that had long gone cold. His sunglasses rested on the table, forgotten, as he stared out the large front window.

He shouldn’t have come here.

But after learning you were back, staying away felt impossible. He hated that he’d been thinking about you non-stop since Shoko dropped the news like a casual afterthought.

A week.

You’d been back a whole week, living and breathing in the same town, walking the same streets… and you hadn’t told him.

Why?

His eyes drifted toward the street, unfocused, mind tangled in memories he couldn’t escape.

He could still picture you—laughing, smiling, teasing. Back then, you were everywhere—in the warmth of the sun, in the cool autumn breeze, in every corner of this damn town.

He thought he’d buried those feelings long ago, locked them away in some forgotten corner of his heart.

Guess not.

A sudden motion outside caught his eye. His head snapped up instinctively—just in time to see you.

You stood across the street, just outside the old bookstore, your familiar features illuminated by the warm glow of the streetlamps. You looked… the same—but different.

Older. Stronger. More beautiful than he remembered.

His breath hitched as you paused, lingering on the bookstore steps like you were lost in thought. The faint breeze tugged at your hair, making you tuck it behind your ear in that familiar way he remembered so clearly.

God.

It really was you.

For a split second, he almost got up—almost crossed the street, almost called your name.

But something held him back.

You shifted, your gaze drifting toward the café window like you could feel his eyes on you. He held his breath, heart pounding like he was seventeen again.

Your eyes lingered for a moment—searching, hopeful—before you shook your head and turned away.

His chest ached with something sharp and familiar. Regret. Longing. Fear.

He stayed frozen, rooted to the spot, watching as you disappeared down the street, swallowed by the soft glow of the streetlamps.

Satoru let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair as he slumped back into the worn leather seat. His fingers trembled faintly as he reached for his coffee, only to realize it had gone cold.

Pathetic.

He hated himself for hesitating—for freezing like a coward when you were right there.

But… what would he have said?

What could he say after all these years?

Would you even want to see him… after everything?

The bell above the café door chimed softly as Satoru left, stepping into the cool night air. The rain-slick streets glistened faintly under the streetlights, the scent of damp earth and nostalgia clinging to the breeze.

He stood there for a long moment, staring down the street where he’d last seen you.

He thought leaving you behind back then was the hardest thing he’d ever done.

But seeing you again… and letting you walk away?

That might be worse.

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The rain had stopped sometime after midnight, leaving the streets damp and glistening beneath the faint glow of the streetlamps. Cool air brushed against your skin as you unlocked the front door of your childhood home, stepping into the familiar warmth of the entryway.

You closed the door behind you with a soft click, lingering for a moment as the silence of the house settled around you.

You should’ve felt safe.

But that strange feeling still clung to your chest—that sense of being watched, of something left unfinished.

You slipped off your jacket, hanging it by the door, and padded toward the small kitchen. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound as you filled a glass of water, sipping it slowly while your mind churned restlessly.

The evening replayed Itself in your head—the quiet bookstore, the empty street, the faint breeze tugging at your hair as you looked toward the café across the street…

Like someone was there. Watching.

Your gaze had lingered on the softly lit windows of the café, heart pounding for reasons you couldn’t explain. For a fleeting moment, you thought you’d seen… him.

Satoru.

But that was ridiculous. You were just tired—your mind playing tricks on you after a long day. He wouldn’t be there… not after all this time.

Would he?

You set the glass down with trembling fingers, frustration bubbling in your chest. Why couldn’t you stop thinking about him?

You’d told yourself that coming back wouldn’t stir up old feelings. You were older now, wiser… you’d moved on.

Except… you hadn’t. Not really.

His name still echoed through your mind at the worst times—in quiet moments like this, when there was nothing to distract you from what could’ve been.

You pressed your palms against the cool edge of the counter, grounding yourself.

It’s been years. Whatever you and Satoru had… it was gone. Buried.

But even as you told yourself that, your mind drifted back to the way the café window had glowed softly in the dark—like a beacon. Like a memory waiting for you to return.

What if…

You clenched your fists, hating the way your chest ached. It didn’t matter.

Even if he had been there, even if you had seen him… what would you have done?

What could you even say?

A sudden breeze rattled the windows, snapping you out of your thoughts. You straightened, blinking back the sting of unwanted tears.

With a slow breath, you turned off the kitchen light and headed upstairs, slipping into the quiet safety of your old room.

The worn quilt felt soft beneath your fingers as you lay down, staring at the ceiling while your mind continued its relentless spiral.

Somewhere, in the dark stillness of the house, you swore you could still hear his voice.

Far away…

Satoru shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets, standing motionless beneath a streetlamp near the edge of town. His gaze lingered on the path you’d walked hours earlier, haunted by the same restless ache that kept you awake.

He should’ve walked away... should’ve let you go.

But no matter how much time passed… he couldn’t.

Part 5

[gyupinkys]

VENOM- PART 1

a/n- I decided to split this is two because it's very long. I hope you enjoy!!

s.coups x dino x mingyu x the8 x afab reader

WARNINGS- MURDER, BLOOD, GUNS, GORE, unprotected sex, choking, oral, fingering, spit play, degradation (slut, whore), mirror sex, and hao being a bit weird but trust me it's hot.

WORD COUNT: 6.8K

You should’ve listened to Yeji when she told you to wear a jacket. The crisp night air is eating away at your face as a strong breeze flows through the edge of the forest where you sit. Before you is arguably one of the biggest houses you’ve seen. What's with men and having awful design taste? Do they think having a big house makes up for what they lack in dick size?

“No way this loser uses every room in this house” you say to Yeji through your earpiece.

“Y/N focus on your task and stop judging his design taste” 

“Fine” you say with an eye roll. As you examine the fortress in front of you, you become suspicious. Where is his security? There are usually guards on rotation guarding his house every night. You purse your lips in thought.

“Yeji, where are the guards?”

“They seem to be switching shifts. I say you use this as your chance to enter. Go through the second floor window, Lia said she left it cracked for you.”

You stay light on your feet as you pace to the backyard of the house. You realize the window is much higher than you anticipated. You whine to yourself,  you just got a fresh set of nails and now you're risking one of them being ripped off while trying to scale this wall. You grip onto the ledge of the window in front of you and pull yourself up. 

“God, I need to work out more” you say to yourself feeling the burn in your arms as you finally manage to throw yourself into the second floor window. You land with a thud on your side and take a second to catch your breath.

“Y/n get up, you need to get on the move”

You get up and look around the room. It looks like this is a bathroom. You open the door leading you into a giant bedroom. There’s nothing but a bed with no sheets in the center of the room. You open the door you assume will lead you to the hallway and look both ways before you emerge. You head to the left knowing that’s where your target’s room is.  You’ve been paid 5 million dollars to assassinate “Kim LeeSeok”. Your employer didn’t give many details about him, only that he’s involved in shady business and a lot of people want him dead. You don’t ask questions but you always get the job done. 

You enter the third door on the left which, according to lia, is his bedroom. Lia got a job as his maid last week in order to scope out his house for you. You quietly enter his room and see him fast asleep. Well this should be easy. You quickly walk to the side of his bed and make sure your silencer is on your gun. 

“Yeji, turn the camera on”.

Your clients require a video as proof of a job well done. They would hate to spend so much money just for the hit to not go through. As you press the pistol to his head you hear his bedroom window open. You quickly look up to see a slim man with a head full of bright red hair pull himself through. 

“Jeonghan I’m in,” he says in a quiet voice.

You look at him bewildered. What the fuck is happening? You point your gun at him as he looks at you. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. 

“Who are you?” this mystery man whisper shouts.

“Who am I? Who are you?”

You don’t know what to do but Mr. Kim is beginning to wake up, so you point your gun at him. As you're about to pull the trigger you are tackled to the ground. You look at him with an incredulous look.You quickly flip him over and wrap your hands around his neck. 

“Get off of me” he growls.

“You literally attacked me first! why the fuck should I get off of you?”

“I need to kill him before he wakes up, so if you’d excuse me” he says as he throws you off of him and jumps to his feet.

He pulls out his own gun and pulls the trigger but you hit his arm so the bullet hits Mr. Kim's bedside lamp. This wakes him up and he shoots up into a sitting position.  You both aim your guns at him and fire before he can say a word. Two bullet holes sit in the middle of his head as he falls flat onto his back.

“WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT HIM? HES MY HIT” the red hair man yells.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S YOURS?  HE’S ACTUALLY MINE” you yell back.

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?” 

“YOU STARTED IT”

Both of you turn to the door as you hear multiple footsteps coming towards the room you're in. You both run to the window, pushing each other to try to stop the other from escaping first. 

You jump through the window at the same time, as Mr.Kim’s security burst through his door finding him lying in a pool of  his own blood. You land in the tree outside his window and climb down. You run to the left and the red-haired man runs to the right. Both of you turn to get a good look at each other before disappearing into the forest. 

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You open the door to your apartment to a confused Yeji and Lia.

“So… what the fuck happened?”

“I have no idea who that guy is but he said Kim was his hit? I thought only one person could be assigned a hit at once? Maybe there was a glitch in the system?”

“Maybe” says Lia, “But who's going to get paid? You both shot him at the same time?”

“Oh fuck”, you reply. You rewatch the video and see that your bullets hit at the exact same time. 

“What now?” you ask.

“I have no idea,” says Yeji.

A similar conversation was taking place on the other side of the city.

“What do you mean she was just standing there? Did you not clear the room first” Seungcheol growls at Minghao.

“Dude, I was nervous! You try breaking into a house while dodging 12 armed guards.” 

“Cheol I told you to send me instead I knew Hao would fuck up” Mingyu says from his spot across the table. Everyone turns to look at him with a disapproving look.

“Mingyu you can’t even walk outside without being struck by lightning and sucked into a black hole. With your luck you would be shot before you even step foot in the house.” Minghao says in a deadpan tone.

“That's not true,” Mingyu says with a pout.

“Anyways, do any of you recognize this chick?” jeonghan says while everyone looks at hao’s recording on the projector. 

“No, but I’m sure we can find her,” Wonwoo says as he pulls out his laptop. 

“Well if you find her let me know, that's all for tonight” Cheol says and the group disperses. 

Cheol sits down and sighs. As much as he loves these guys they sure do fuck everything up. He’s worked so hard to build a name for SVT in the mafia world and the last thing he needs is some bitch fucking things up.  SVT killing Kim LeeSeok would’ve secured their place in the hierarchy but now you ruined everything. He rewatches the video and notes that you seem familiar. He pulls up his files of people of interest and finds an image of a woman who looks similar to you leaving one of the clubs he owns. He sends Wonwoo what he found and heads to bed for the night. 

The next morning Wonwoo tells the group that there's literally no trace of you. 

“There’s no name, no pictures besides the blurry one Cheol has, and I've asked around, no one knows who she is.”

“Maybe she’s not real and hao made her up” Hoshi says in a serious voice. 

“Soonyoung we literally have a video of her” Dino says with a frown on his face.

“Oh yeah” Hoshi says with a giggle. 

“Anyways, Chan and Seungkwan, why don’t you two go to the club we saw her at tonight. I wanna know what she was doing at Kim’s house last night.”

“Why do I have to go with Chan? Why can’t Vernon and I go.”

“Because you will get nothing done.” Cheol says.

“CHAN AND I WILL GET NOTHING DONE IF WE ARGUE THE WHOLE TIME”

“I already made up my mind seungkwan, you two are going”

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The man under you grabs your hips too tightly and his hot breath stinks. You’re currently in the vip room of some club downtown.You were paid 500k to kill this loser, you normally don't take jobs for such little but you figured you might as well, nothing beats easy money. 

The man’s hands slide up to your ass and you decide you’ve had enough of this. You get off of him and stand behind the chair he’s sitting in, he probably thinks he’s about to get some kind of strip tease but, oh, does he have another thing coming. You pull your blade out from your bra and slide it across the man's neck. Yes, it's a messy death but it’s not your job to clean up anyways. You drop the knife on the floor, it’ll be a nice gift for the police when they come. 

You leave the room looking as flawless as you did when you entered. You leave the club through the back door without a trace.

“Yeji, I'm out, you can turn the security camera’s back on.”

As you begin walking down the alley you hear commotion behind you. You dart to hide behind the nearest dumpster, doing your best to ignore the foul smell.

“Seungkwan I promise, I saw her in the club I know she left through here.”

“Well where the fuck is she, chan?”

“MAYBE IF YOU MOVED FASTER WE WOULD'VE CAUGHT HER”

You smirk to yourself at their almost couple like arguing. You peek around the dumpster to get a peek at their faces. In the process a giant cockroach emerges from your left making you yelp. This captures the attention of the two men and you realize you’re fucked. They begin to walk towards you and you decide to make a run for it. You run and hear their footsteps behind you.

“I TOLD YOU I SAW HER DICKHEAD”

You look behind your shoulder and somehow collide into a wall. Since when was there a wall in front of you? You look up from the floor and are faced with undeniably the hottest man you’ve seen in your life. He’s basically a bean pole, he must be at least 6’2 with giant muscles and wavy dark brown hair. He flashes you a smile and you notice his vampire-like fangs. He easily picks you up and holds your hands behind your back. He pulls you to his chest and leans down to speak into your ear. 

“Sorry about that doll, you should really watch where you’re going”

You roll your eyes at his cockiness and kick your leg straight into his balls making him hunch over and fall to the ground. The two men in front of you are stunned and you take this as an opportunity to punch, who you now know as Dino, square in the jaw. He looks at you with wide eyes clutching his face. You look over to the blonde man, Seungkwan, who holds his hands up in defeat. 

“I really can’t deal with a broken nose, you win this one”

You smile at him and turn around. The giant looks like a kicked puppy pouting at you. You step around him and begin walking away.

“I’m sure I’ll see you later boys. You might want to take care of the issue is vip room #4” you say as you sprint away.

Seungcheol says nothing as he looks at Mingyu, Dino, and Seungkwan sitting in front of him, all their heads hung in shame.

“Explain” he says to no one in particular. All three start talking at the same time, making him sigh.

“OK, Seungkwan what happened” 

“I told chan I saw her, but he didn’t believe me-”

“YOU’RE JUST GONNA LIE TO HIS FACE? Hyung, you have to believe me. It's the opposite, he was too busy dancing to Girl’s Generation to follow after her. In the alley behind the club she ran into Mingyu, and completely bodied him, like I would honestly be shocked if his dick still works, and you should've seen him on the floor whining like a baby “omg my balls, why would you do that” it was hilarious-”

“Let’s not skip you crying after she punched you, hyung he was complaining the whole time “omg seungkwan is my nose crooked? I can’t pull any girls with a broken nose, talk about cock block” it was pathetic.”

Cheol was honestly amused, “Why did Seungkwan walk away scotch free?”

“She took one look at this adorable face and decided to leave me alone”

This made the other three roll their eyes and Chan suppressed a laugh. Cheol sighed and asked if they completed their one task. Mingyu smirked and pulled out his phone. The tracker he slipped in your back pocket was on and showed your exact location. Cheol grabs his phone and furrows his eyebrows 

“It says she’s been in a Mcdonalds for the last 6 hours”

“Maybe she’s really hungry,” Chan says.

“She took the tracker off idiot” Mingyu says as he smacks the back of Dino’s head. 

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“Mrs. Choi, I’m stuffed, I really can’t eat anymore.” you sigh as you sit back in your seat.

“Y/N , you really need to take care of yourself, stop with all this shady business” she says from her spot in the kitchen. 

“I know, Mrs. Choi, I promise I’ll stop soon”

“You know if you're interested, my son is very single.” 

At this you laugh. The last thing you need is a relationship, men only hold you back and ruin your life. Maybe that's the daddy issues speaking, but as for now you’ve completely crossed off men. 

“I’ll keep that in mind Mrs.Choi” you say with a smile. 

“Here, he just sent me some more pictures of him and his friends”, She sits down next to you and hands you her phone. You see the familiar face of Choi Seungcheol with a group of people. As you examine each person your smile drops. What the fuck is seungkwan, dino, and that big dude doing with Mrs. Choi’s son? You look at her bewildered, afraid to say anything and unsure of what she knows.

“Why are you giving me that face? Don’t tell me you think he’s ugly”

“Who is this big guy on the left?” 

“Ohhh i see you have taste” she says with a smirk. “That’s Mingyu, a real gentle giant. The sweetest man you will ever meet. But I’m sure he can put it down in bed” she ends with a wink.

You gasp. “Mrs. Choi STOP” 

“I’m just saying what you’re thinking”

“You know what Mrs. Choi, I think I’ve had a change of heart, set me up with Seungcheol.”

“Mom, I’m not going on a date with this girl I don’t care how pretty she is”

“Choi Seungcheol, Do you want to make your mother unhappy? I'm waiting for grandbabies and all you're doing is fooling around with those friends of yours. I showed her a picture of you and guess who she had her eye on? MINGYU! I know you don't want to lose her to Mingyu.”

Cheol squints his eyes at his mother in frustration. “Fine” he says with an eye roll. “What’s her name?”

“Y/N” she says with a smile.

A few days later Cheol walks into a fancy italian restaurant downtown, he requested a VIP room because he couldn’t be bothered to deal with cringe couples fucking eachother with their eyes two feet from him. He takes a seat and checks the time. He was already a fashionable 15 minutes late, yet you're not here. Ten minutes later and he thinks you're just not gonna show up. Joshua’s gonna give him so much shit. As he’s about to get up to leave you walk in with the tightest black dress he’s ever seen. The middle is a lacy corset exposing your torso and your tits look incredible. Cheol loves to deny he's an ass man but when you turn around to hang up your jacket he can’t help but stare. His awe of your outfit quickly dissipates as he registers your face. He immediately pulls out his gun pointing at you.

“Well this is no way to treat a lady”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m supposed to be on a date with a “nice young man with a promising future” as your mother so kindly put it but here you are pointing a gun at me.”

“How the fuck do you know my mom?”

“Mrs. Choi and I have been neighbors for the past four months. Maybe if you visited your mother more you would know”

He looks at you with contempt, but lowers his gun when he realizes you aren’t scared.

“Now, Cheolie, why were your little friends after me? Seungkwan, Dino, and Mingyu”

“How do you know their names?”

“They weren’t very quiet when yelling at each other and your mom told me all thirteen of your boys' names. The red hair one, I remember him; Minghao really suits him don’t you think? If all things go bad here, maybe you can give me his number. From the way we fought I can tell he has good stamina” you say with a wink.

Cheol furrows his eyebrows and you can feel how tense he is. “C'mon babe don’t be so mad” you say with a smile, placing your hand over his own. He retracts his hand and looks you dead in the eye.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know about you, but I came here for a date, and maybe a little something else after. You are a very attractive man”

This somehow makes him even more mad but the waiter comes over and interrupts.

“You guys are a beautiful couple,” he says with a smile. “What can I get you tonight?”

“I’ll take whatever your most expensive item is and a glass of red wine. My lovely boyfriend here is a big spender.” you say looking Cheol dead in the eye.

“I’ll take the same, and can you give us a second alone here? My girlfriend here needs to suck me off to repay me for this meal” Cheol says with the most charming smile as your mouth falls agape. He slides the waiter $500 for his silence and looks over to you.

“Babe, save that for later” Cheol says and you immediately close your mouth. The waiter looks extremely confused and quickly leaves saying he’ll bring your food in 20 minutes.

“You can bring it quicker if you want, Cheolie here doesn’t last longer than a minute” you say with a smile as the waiter closes the door. 

“You’re a bitch” 

“Oh degrade me some more daddy” you say as you pull out your phone and snap a picture of him. He watches you type away on your phone and you turn it towards him. Your messages are open to a contact titled “Mrs. Choi” and he sees you sent her the picture of him with a message under that reads:

“Hi Mrs. Choi, I just arrived and not only has Cheol called me a bitch but he tried to push me into oncoming traffic, hit me over the head with this wine bottle, but he also tried to shoot me. You never mentioned Cheol was psychotic” 

“LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR ISSUE” Cheol whisper yells at you.

“There's not one lie in that text, I know you thought of doing all those things to me.”

“I thought of doing a whole lot of other things to you, but now none of that will happen because my mom is going to call me and lecture me-”

His phone begins ringing in his pocket and he looks like a child who was just scolded. 

Before his mom could even say a word he started, “Mom, she's a liar. As soon as I walked into the restaurant she started telling people I have chlamydia and they should stay away from me. Then she started cutting her toenails at the table and making the waiter clean it up, i’m telling you this girl has no home training, and to top it off she smells like she hasn’t showered in two weeks”

You gasp. “Mrs. Choi , you know I would never”

“I know sweetie, I don’t know why Cheol would make up such horrid things about you” you hear her say through the phone.

“MOM YOU'RE BELIEVING HER OVER ME? SHE SAID I TRIED TO SHOOT HER I’VE NEVER SEEN A GUN IN REAL LIFE” he says. You both look down at the gun sitting on the table and then back at each other. 

“It sounds like you two are enjoying eachothers company, I’ll leave you to it” she says and hangs up.

You two look at each other and the room is silent. You don’t want to be the one to crack first, but you can feel the tears in your eyes and your attempt to not laugh. He’s doing no better, his whole face is turning red. Luckily, the waiter returns and places the food on the table completely ignoring the gun. He immediately leaves without looking at either of you. 

You both begin to eat in silence, glancing up to look at each other every few bites. 

“So…” you say at the same time.

“The weathers nice,” he says.

“Cheol, do you want to-” your phone getting a text message interrupts you. As you unlock your phone you see it’s from an unknown number. That's weird, usually your clients go through Yeji and she relays the info to you. You open the message to see your full name, date of birth, one of your many addresses, and a picture of you and Cheol. You immediately turn around but obviously no one is here, so how did this person get this picture? Cheol looks concerned and then his face falls. You assume he received the same message. 

“We gotta get out of here” he says.

You both get up and he throws a stack of money on the table. 

“How did you get here?” he asks.

“I walked”

“Of course you did,” he sighs. “Get in the car” 

He unlocks his black sports car, which you can’t tell if it's a lambo or a porsche you're not good with cars. He calls someone as he quickly pulls off.

“Jihoon, someone is following me, send the guards to throw off their trail”

“Got it” the man on the other line says and hangs up. 

“You should wear your seatbelt Cheol” you say as you turn to look out the window. He gives you a disbelieving look. “We have bigger problems than my seatbelt” he says but he indeed does put his seatbelt on. 

“Where are we going?” you ask him, still staring at the buildings flying past you. silence.

“OK” you sigh and slump in your seat.

“You're not afraid I’ll kill you?” he says as glances at you with a smirk.

“Your mom knows you're with me, she’ll never forgive you if i'm not returned home safe and sound.” You say with a smug face. 

“Touchè"

His center console begins ringing and he presses a button to answer. The same man from last time speaks, “They said no one is following you, I checked the security cameras from the streets around you and I see nothing suspicious and no one is tracking you but us. Just turn your phone off before you get to the house; I’ll deal with it when you get here” He says and hangs up. 

“He seems very monotone,” you say as you turn to look at him.

“He is” 

Cheol is a very, very, handsome man. Despite him acting like a child his strong jawline and gummy smile make your panties wet while melting your heart. He is one dangerous man.

You guys pull up to a giant apartment building in the center of the city. He drives through a private garage and parks amongst many luxury cars.You get out the car and begin walking.

“Are these all yours?” you ask?

“Some, but the most are the other guys”

“Other guys? You mean those friends of yours”

“Yea”

This stops you in your tracks. “You mean to tell me you live with those losers?” you say trying to suppress a laugh. 

He turns around, slightly offended. “They are not losers, those guys are basically my family”

You resume walking and catch up with him, “I’m sure none of y'all get pussy” 

He looks at you smugly but says nothing. He presses the button for the elevator and you two go upstairs in silence. You enter a giant apartment, presumably the penthouse. There are giant windows and a staircase leading to a second story on your left. To your right there is a huge kitchen where Mingyu is cooking something and another tall man with glasses is following him around like a puppy. Chan and a man with black shoulder length hair enter from your right.  You smile at Chan and he stops dead in his tracks. He looks at you and Cheol and goes back to you.

“I really can’t deal with another broken nose, the ladies don’t like it”  

“Chan” The man next to him speaks, “You haven’t fucked a girl in ages, trust me when I say the nose isn't the issue.”

Chan’s face turns red and he glares at the man. “Jeonghan I fucking hate you”

“You’ll always be my baby chan” jeonghan says while pinching chan’s cheeks.

Chan pulls away from jeonghan. Yet another man emerges from the same direction, this man being a full blonde. He’s tall and toned and you set your eyes on him. 

“And who are you?” you say to him with a mischievous smile. 

He instantly blushes bright red. “I’m Jun” he says with a dashing smile and you feel yourself melt. Behind you Cheol has a pout plastered to his face. He pulls you behind him glaring at jun who raises his hands in defeat, “Dude, I have a girlfriend, I’m not interested”

“Damn it” you whisper to yourself.

“Jeonghan, call the guys down,” Cheol says and walks up the stairs.

You take off your shoes and walk towards the kitchen. “Hello, Mingyu. Sorry about your balls. I hope they're doing ok. Maybe I can kiss it better for you.” He looks at you with wide eyes but his face slowly morphs into a smirk. “I’ll take you up on that.” he says. You steal a spoon and eat a bite off his plate. You moan at the taste, “Jesus christ that's incredible.” you say. “Hot and talented, what else can you do?” This makes him smile. He loves when people compliment his skills and not just his looks. 

“And who are you, glasses?”

“Wonwoo,” he says in a deep voice.

“Hi, Wonwoo. I’m Y/N” you say with a smile.

You hear commotion behind you and turn around seeing ten men facing you. You scan their faces and Jesus christ why are they all so hot? The shock is evident on your face and for once you're lost for words. Cheol comes down stairs in a tight black vest, gold chain and basketball shorts. You look at him and realize his ass is fatter than yours… Well that's not fair. 

“Guys we have an issue” cheol begins. “While Y/N and I were out we both received messages from someone with our full names, date of births, addresses, and a picture of us together” 

“Wait, why were you two together?” a man with short platinum blonde hair ask.

“Hoshi, focus on the point,” Cheol says.

“That's a good question tho” says a man with fluffy black hair.

“Vernon, please don’t make this worse. You know what? Ok fine, we were on a date” Cheol says and sighs.

The room erupts in noise and a tall guy who looks very similar to jeonghan emerges from the group. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “Well, Cheol is a very lucky man to land a date with someone as beautiful as you.” he says with a charming smile. Cheol growls, “Joshua, Fuck off with this gentleman shit”. You look back at Cheol and see him boring into Joshua’s head. 

“Ok guys lets calm down” you say. They all stop and look at you. “Ok, I think I know everyone's names except you two” You point at a tall man with orange hair and a shorter man with dark long hair. “I’m Seokmin, but you can call me DK, and this is Jihoon”

“Oh, so you’re the brooding man on the phone” you say with a smile.

“I was not brooding” he says with a pout. 

“Ok so let me go over your names. Cheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Jihoon, DK, Mingyu, Minghao, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan”

“Guys isn't it  weird we always stand in age order?” Hoshi asks.

“Oh wow, I’ve never noticed that, '' Jeonghan says. 

“Anyways, Wonwoo, Did you find out anything about who sent the message?”

“I wasn’t able to track the I.P address, I'm assuming it was a burner phone. Y/N, can you give your phone to Gyu, maybe he can see if he can find anything.” 

You hand him your phone from your purse and he slips it in his pocket. “Don’t go snooping around gyu gyu, I have some explicit content in there” 

“Can’t make any promises” he says as he looks you up and down and licks his lips. 

“Ok so are you guys mafia orrrr?”

“Calling us mafia is kind of cringe but I guess you could say that. We're just business men who happen to partake in shady business," Joshua says.

“No, we're definitely in the mafia, I don’t know why they're so embarrassed to say it” Hoshi exclaims. 

“So what are you guys called?”

“Seventeen, or SVT”

“YOU GUYS ARE SEVENTEEN? If i'm being honest, i thought you guys were old ass men.”

“No, we're young, hot and ready to mingle” DK says. You look at him with a judgemental face.

“Ok i'll shut up” he says.

“Wait, why are you called seventeen if there's only thir-”

“DON'T FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!” they all shout at once. 

“Damn, ok. I’ll just assume Seungkwan killed the other four.”

“Why me?” 

“I don’t know you seem lethal when you’re ready to be.” This makes him smile and wink at you.

“Ok, that's enough. Hao, can you lead Y/N to the guest room next to yours. I’ll get you something to wear” Cheol says.

“She can just borrow my clothes Cheol” Hao says.

“No she can borrow mine,” Mingyu says.

“How about “She” makes the decision herself”  you deadpan.

“Chan? How about I just stay with you?”

“Chan of all people?” Seungkwan says.

Why are they so mean to chan? You know they're definitely joking but they gotta let the poor guy breathe. Maybe that's the downside of being the youngest. 

“Yes, Chan. Cmon lets go sugar” you say and grab his arm. He smiles at you and starts leading you upstairs. He turns around and sticks his tongue out at the other guys.

Chan's room surprises you. The massive space is colored in gray and black and covered in posters. The entire wall to your right is covered in mirrors. He notices your confusion and explains he likes to dance, so he uses it as a dance studio. 

“That’s really cool, maybe you can dance for me sometime”

“Sure” he says with a genuine smile.  

“My closet is over there you can take whatever you want and there are towels in the bathroom if you want to shower.”

“Ok, thanks.”

“I’ll be here when your done, I’ll shower when you're done”

You head into his closet and take one of his black t-shirts that's long enough to be a dress. You're not wearing some random man’s underwear so you’ll just reuse your own. You head into the bathroom and place your clothes on the counter. You're shocked to see a ten step face care routine on his counter. As normal as this is, you must admit you are extremely attracted to this; you love a man who takes care of himself. You quickly shower and head back out into the bedroom to see Chan laying on his bed. He looks over at you wearing just his shirt and his heart stops. He’s always thought you were beautiful, even as you were punching him in the face. 

“Are you done staring?”

“Five more minutes,” he says with a smile.

“Go shower you idiot” you say as you get into his bed.

Ten minutes later he comes out with just a towel low on his hips. There's water dripping off his toned torso and you really didn't expect him to be so built.

“I guess it's my turn to stare” you say.

He blushes and shakes his head, going into his closet and coming out with just basketball shorts. “Is it ok if I sleep with no shirt?” he asks.

“Yes, that's more than ok”

He slides next to you on his bed and you both look at each other. 

“Why didn’t you take the guest room?” 

“I don’t like to sleep alone” you say.

“Can I ask why?”

“I’d rather not explain”

“That's ok.”

“Chan, Why do the guys make fun of you so much?”

“That’s just how we’ve always been. It's like how you make fun of your younger sibling. I wouldn’t change a thing though, I love them and I know they love me”

“That's so sweet. I hope you guys remain friends forever”

“Me too,” he says with a smile.

Chan’s phone pings with a text. Its Seungkwan:

DO NOT ANSWER: I bet it's so awkward in there, we know you don't know how to talk to girls. Does she have you sleeping on the floor?”

Chan shows you his phone and you giggle.  “Do you want to prove him wrong?” you ask.

“How” he asks.

You lick your lips and look him in the eye. “Kiss me chan”

His eyes widen but he doesn’t hesitate. The kiss is extremely messy from the start, tongues clashing and hands all over each other. You straddle him and he places his hands on your hips. He begins moving your hips to grind on him and you feel him beginning to get hard. You break the kiss and attack his neck, sucking and biting making him moan. The sweet spot is right under the left side of his jaw you note. He lays you on your back and hovers over you. 

“Can I take this off?” he asks.

You raise your hands and he slides his shirt off of you. You’re wearing no bra and he groans. He gives your nipple kitten licks and takes one in his mouth making you moan loudly. He begins sucking one and rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. 

After a few minutes he begins kissing down your body, all the way to your core. He places a kiss on your pussy over your panties looking up at you to ask for permission to take them off. You nod and he peels them off with his teeth. He groans at the sight of your wetness, staring in awe. “You are so beautiful” he says and dives in. He takes one long lick and groans loudly. He immediately sucks on your clit making your toes curl. He begins drawing figure 8s with his tongue making you buck your hips. He slides his hands around your legs and interlocks your fingers to keep you from moving. He rests your intertwined hands above his head and sticks his tongue in your core pushing it as far as it can go.  He lifts his head spitting directly on your clit making you let out a pornoographic moan. He has you whining and bucking your hips like a slut.

“Baby, you're gonna wake up the whole house if you keep this up” he says as he unwinds your hands and slides two fingers in you, thrusting them in and out, hitting your G-spot every time. You feel tears brim your eyes and you moan.

“Chan please let me cum” you say a bit louder than necessary but not faking your pleasure one bit. This has got to be the best head you’ve had in your entire life. He picks up the pace of his fingers and slips his other hand up to your nipples, tugging and rolling them. 

“Cum for me baby” he says in a whiny voice and you snap. Your orgasm hits you stronger than ever and you see white. You're moaning and shaking , begging him not to stop. He fingers you through your orgasm until the oversensitivity hits you. He slides his fingers out of you and shoves them in your mouth.You suck your cum off his fingers and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, pushing your cum into his mouth. You break the kiss to gasp for air. 

“Please fuck me” you say while on the verge of tears. You didn’t realize how long it’s been since you got laid and Chan is doing everything you need. He goes to get a condom from his bedside and you help him slip it on. 

“Get on all fours facing the mirrors and stay like that, I want you to watch me fuck you like a slut” he says.

You immediately obey and arch your back for him. Locking eyes in the mirror, chan slides into you inch by inch, watching you melt. You feel so good wrapped around him, and you take him so well. He gives an experimental thrust which hits your G-spot perfectly making you drop our position. He pulls you up by your hair so your chest to chest and begins thrusting. He wraps his arm around your neck to keep you upright.

“It feels so good you can’t even follow my simple instructions?” He says as he picks up his pace. Your head falls on his shoulder and he grabs your hair to make you look at yourself in the mirror.  

“Tell me what you see,” he whispers in your ear.  

“You fucking me” you say out of breath.

“You wanna know what I see? I see a cock hungry slut who wants nothing more than to come. You can’t even listen to simple instructions because you're too cock drunk. Wouldn’t it be a shame if I edged you? Didn't let you come while I cum over and over? Would you cry? Or would you Thank me for fucking a whore like you?” 

You throw your head back and moan. Who would've thought sweet little chan has a mouth like this on him? He presses you harder to him and you feel all his muscles pressed up against you. He feels so big inside of you stretching you open on his cock.

“Oh my god, chan don’t stop” you moan and you let the tears run free.

“Oh don’t cry now baby this is what you wanted isn't it? Wanted to feel me split you in half?” 

“Yes channn this is what I wanted. I wanted you to fuck me like a slut”

He feels himself getting closer and he knows he won’t last much longer. He rubs your clit viciously, the overstimulation making it hard for you to breathe. He wraps his free hand around your neck and that does it for you. You cum screaming his name which pushes him over the edge as well. He fucks you through both of your orgasms and you both collapse in eachothers arms. 

In the room next door Minghao never felt so disgusted with himself. Instead of going over telling you two to be quiet he started palming himself through his pants. When he heard you call yourself a slut he couldn't help himself. He reached into his pants and started rubbing his head. He was so conflicted, he knew he was being a sick perv but you were just so sexy and he knew he could do better than chan. He tried to match his strokes to chan's thrust imagining how he would fuck you. Maybe you would let him use his toys and blindfold you. This thought makes him cum all over his sheets, staring at his hands and softening cock in shame. He sighs and gets up to go to his bathroom.

a/n: pt.2 is a little more plot heavy, but has cheol, hao, and mingyu's smut. I'm really excited for it :)