#There’s probably an imprint of it on Johnny’s shoulder at this point

[zappedbyzabka]

Devotion isn’t just for God, it’s for your boy too.

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KINKTOBER DAY 9 Angry sex/ Lingerie

Rick Flag X Reader smut

Summary: You dress sexy for your anniversary and Rick shows up late because of work, so you fuck your anger out

Tags: 18+ | 2k words | oh god um everything, arguing, slapping/fighting, spitting, rough sex, scratching and biting, crying, angst with happy ending, 1950s AU because Wandavision feather robe made me feral, Rick's a Private Eye not a cop

AN: very unedited, got away from me a bit, read at your own risk

Rick was supposed to be home at 3:30. He promised. But here you were sat upon your couch with an empty bottle of wine dressed in your brand new peignoir and feather robe. Alone and fuming. 

The clock in the hall chimed seven bells to mark the new hour. And every time another bell rang, your anger grew from a sizzle to a white hot rager. He promised this time. He promised and he had not even sent a telegram or a phone call to apologize about it– you haven't heard a damn word from him at all. 

You would not call his office. If he forgot then that's his problem, you reasoned. Accept it wasn't and this wasn't any of his partner's business but damn it he promised this time and– 

You heard the key turn in the door. You let yourself think for a moment it might be Robert coming to tell you what's kept your husband but then you saw the familiarity of Rick's tense broad shoulders and the hat you watched him put on this morning. You saw the way Rick's  face fell when he found you staring at him, waiting. 

He discarded his coat and hat on the floor. At least he had the decency not to pretend to be surprised by your anger. 

He put a hand up weakly and began, "now I know I said–" 

Your sharp laugh interrupted him. "Oh you know, do you? That's rich." 

You stood abruptly and turned to escape to your bedroom. You remember needing to distance yourself– you wanted to give him hell but there was too much rage and you were liable to hurt him at this point. He made the mistake of continuing to talk. 

"Look, I know you're upset, darlin, but would you please– " Rick ducked as the wine bottle flew just in time for it to sail over his head and smash to wettish pieces against the wall. Glass rained over his back and fell out of his hair and he stared at you in disbelief. 

"Do not– " you were shaking and on the verge of screaming–" tell me to calm down…" 

You stomped your way up the rose petal covered stairs feeling tears prick up in your eyes. It's unbelievable how warm anger makes your body, like standing in front of a furnace. The blood rushing in your ears was deafening and that's probably why you couldn't hear him ascend the stairs two at a time but suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your wrist just as you reached the bedroom door. 

Rick spun you around– maybe he was trying to chastise you or apologize– but you never got a chance to find out because you slapped him so hard that your ring left an imprint on his cheek and stunned him into silence. 

Your breathing was laborious as you wrenched your wrist from his grasp. Your intention was to slam the door in his face and maybe cry yourself to sleep, but then he was pushing his way inside with you trapped against him. This time his grip on your wrists were ironclad and he kicked the door shut with so much force the house rattled on its foundation. 

You are certain the fear that gripped your heart that night was akin to the same fear that the ruffians your husband put away felt during interrogations. 

"Never," he growled. "Never in all my years did I think you would…" 

Rick was furious. Good. Now he understood how you felt. You struggled in his grasp and he barely budged. 

"Let go of me, you big–" 

"What? 'Let go of me, you big' what?!" 

"BASTARD!" Your shrill scream makes him flinch. "BASTARD. LIAR. NO GOOD JOHNNY SILVERTONGUE WHO I WISH I NEVER MET!" 

You were flailing violently long before he dropped you. Maybe you couldn't see it past your own anger but you had cut him deeply. His hands trembled at his sides as he watched you crawl– your face covered in a few escaped tears–  to the edge of the bed away from him. 

Rick tried to take even breaths. "Now you don't mean that, darlin'. You're sayin that because you're angry with me–  and you should be– but you don't mean all that…?" 

Your husband was looking for reassurance but you gave him nothing except for a long, cold stare. You swiped a tear from your cheek and sat yourself on the edge of the bed, smoothing out your sheer nightgown and crossing your legs in an attempt to collect yourself. 

Rick wished you were crying. Crying meant you cared too much, but this was… this was a display of apathy. 

"You have gone too far this time, Richard Flag," you announced (with a sniffle). "I want you to pack your things and leave. I won't ask again." 

No no no no… Rick stepped over to you and fell to his knees. His hands were trembling as he gathered yours together and his were ice cold to the touch but you simply look down your nose at him. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself and he almost subconsciously kissed your knuckles as if in an attempt to garner your forgiveness. 

It's not enough. 

"M sorry," he mumbled, "please, darlin', I-I am so ssso sorry– please don't do this–" 

"You broke a promise," you replied. You don't even know what to call him anymore. "You gave me your word and you broke it, honey– how can I ever go back to trusting you?" 

He looked everywhere but at you. Truthfully, he meant it every time he said he wished he could come home on time. He had never promised it until now and he knew he had fucked up the minute it had come out of his mouth. 

He buried his face in your lap to hide his own tears. He cannot lose you– you are the best thing that has ever happened to him in this life of his. Do you even know that? 

Rick's touch changed. The remorse and heartbreak were short lived and a new anger was boiling inside of him. Rick grabbed your wrists in a bruising grip and finally met your eyes again. 

"Do you have any idea what I have to sacrifice to keep you here?" 

You got nervous and the feeling only intensified when he stood up and forced your arms to bend up to accommodate the now domineering position he had taken. 

"Do you have any idea what I have done to make sure we have a future?" 

Not to be outdone and angry again, you stood up and got in his face. "What for? To keep me locked in a tower, alone? All to yourself but even you won't touch me?" 

"You wanna be touched, do you?" Rick grabbed you by your waist and threw you onto the bed. 

You screamed from being startled, and when you landed your feathered robe had slipped off and onto the floor. In a flash, Rick climbed over you and straddled your hips. You moved to strike him like before but he caught your arms and pinned you to the bed. 

"This what you want, huh darlin?" 

Rick reeled back when you spit in his face. The veins popping in his neck disappeared for a moment but his grip didn't loosen. You could struggle but… you rubbed your thighs together to find them slick. 

"I hate you," you growled. 

Rick let one of your arms go to wipe the spit from his eye and you allowed him to pin you again. He gazed down at you stoically, deciding what exactly he wanted to do with you. What to do to you. 

He scrambled off of you and you sat up to watch him, only to yelp when he jerked you down the mattress by your ankles. Your peignoir slid up, exposing the matching lace underwear you wore beneath it. It snapped with one harsh tug and left tiny burn marks on your hips. 

You kicked at him, caught him square in the chest but it just gave him an opportunity to grip your ankle and flip you over. You scrambled to crawl up the bed and reached for the hardcover detective novel on the bedside table. You felt him right behind you and you turned to hit him on the head with the flat side of it. It makes a very satisfying thud sound. 

While he was wrestling the book from you, you worked your hips and flipped onto your back again. This time he was leaning over you and either of your legs were on the outside of his hips. He ripped the book from your hands and tossed it somewhere on the floor, slipping out of his suspenders next, and ripping your dress from the front down to your navel. 

You gasp sharply. Before you can scold him, he's smashing his lips onto yours and pressing you down to the mattress. You wrap your legs around his back and moan into it, biting his lip until you taste copper. 

"Fuck..." Rick pulled his damaged lip from between your teeth and fumbled to get his trousers out of the way. You ripped his button down shirt open and dragged your nails down his chest leaving red lines in your wake. 

Rick hissed. "You are so greedy..." 

He jammed two fingers into your heat and fucked you roughly with them. "You are so ungrateful…" 

He grabbed your hair and kissed you forcefully, slicking up his cock with your fluid and gliding into your pussy. You groaned into his mouth, the mixture of pain and pleasure brought your nipples to points that hardened even further as Rick's chest brushed yours. 

Rick pulled his tongue out your mouth to growl, "and you are my wife." 

He began to pound into you, delighting in the rough gasps that punched out of your body. You wrapped your leg around his hips to keep him from pulling out too far and dragged your nails down his back (unknowingly breaking the skin). 

"You– aaaugh–" the pace of Rick's thrusts was making it difficult to form words. "You don't love me anymore…" 

Rick's hair was falling into his eyes. "I love you more than anything. Ugh more than everything! I loved you since the day I laid eyes on you and I will love you til the day I die, darlin'." 

You closed your eyes against the return of your tears. "... you don't even make time for me anymore..."

Rick froze. His eyes glazed over as he seemed to search his memory for a retort. When was the last time he had held you? When was the last time you had laughed together, just the two of you, about something? When was the last time he took you out on a date? 

His hips were pressed flush against yours, all his weight backing it up to keep his cock buried inside of you. His posture was rigid but his face had gone soft like butter. 

"I'm sorry," he said. "I will make it up to you. Right now." 

With a slight stutter, Rick resumed thrusting into your wet heat, peppering your face and neck and chest with kisses as he fucked you. He made you promises that night as he worked to get all that rage and hurt out of both of you. 

"I'm calling out of work tomorrow," he promised. "I am going to make love to you in the morning and rub your feet in the bath and take you out to that Korean place you've been asking me about." 

You were fully crying by then, but they were tears of joy this time. You wrapped your arms around his neck like you could pull him further inside of you and your eyes rolled back as you came apart under him. 

"I am going to love you better, darlin'." Rick kissed your forehead and came with a stutter, pushing as deep into you as he could to make his promises last. 

This was the promise he kept. 

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A QUIET PLACE  2 - YOU BELONG TO ME (ONE SHOT)

Featuring: Emmett x Reader

Words: 3009

Warning: Smut, Domination 

Requested: Yes

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It has been six weeks since you and Emmett made it to a community on an island just of the US coast.

The journey was hard, but it was well worth it. Finally, for once, you could feel some normality return.

You only met Emmett five months ago when he was staying in an abandoned factory and you were seeking shelter. He let you in and he saved you and, eventually, you fell in love with each other.

On the island, things worked differently. You were no longer by yourself. Instead, you were surrounded by others, predominantly men who seemed to have better luck surviving.

Quite frequently, you were getting hit on, causing Emmett’s frustration to grow. But, despite the fact that he put potential suiters into place, you thought his occasional jealousy was sweet and you enjoyed nothing more than when he became protective over you.

But, just today, one of the new residents took things just a little too far and decided to kiss you. This was too much for Emmett’s liking and a fight broke out between them, making you rather angry.

As such, just as he arrived back at your small cottage, you confronted him.

‘Johnny didn’t know, he was new and I told him. There is no need for you to be jealous’ you said.

‘I am not jealous Y/N, I am fucking worried about you. We don’t know these men. What is if one of them takes it too far when I am not around?’ Emmett growled.

‘I can protect myself, thank you’ you said sheepishly, earning yourself a deep sigh from Emmett.

‘Alright Emmett, if you don’t think I am a strong ass woman, then you should probably go and find someone else’ you said jokingly and playfully as you pointed to the door.

Emmett just smiled and shrugged before moving to the door. When his hand closed

‘Nah, I am not leaving’ Emmett smirked and your eyes widened in surprise for an instant until your pride caused you to flare just a little.

‘Oh? So, you agree that I am a strong woman?’ you asked with a grin on your face.

‘Oh I agree that you are a strong woman, alright…but you are my strong woman and these men out there better know that’ Emmett said suggestively, causing you to smile.

‘Well, the windows are wide open. Perhaps you should claim what is yours then?’ you suggested before biting your lip again suggestively.

Emmett turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to you, invading your space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Your stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Emmett's mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after you, stalking his prey.

‘Perhaps I should’ he smirked as he loomed over you, his fingertips barely brushing your inner wrists, and you took another step back with a nervous stammer.

‘Take me already’ you said as your heart skipped a beat. You knew that tone of his voice all too well ever since you moved into this cottage. Before, you had to be quiet, but now you didn’t and Emmett really liked to talk, dominate you and make you scream his name. You took another step back and Emmett followed, guiding you until you reached the corner and could escape no further.

‘Going somewhere?’ Emmett teased and moved in close, tenderly taking your left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over your head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from you. He held you there and gazed into your eyes for a moment, and your heart skipped another beat. Your eyes widened as he lowered his face to your sensitive neck and his warm breath fanned over your skin. You tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.

‘No’ you said as you took in a deep breath.

Emmett reached down to your side and intertwined his fingers with those of your right hand, lifting it to join the other above your head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching yours, his bearded cheek nuzzling your jawline an instant before his lips brushed over your earlobe.

‘I love you’ Emmett whispered and you trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Your neck was so tender and you ached for more. You mewled softly and tilted your head to the side, opening yourself to him.

‘I love you too’ you responded.

‘Good, now just remember that you're mine’ he said and lightly pressed his lips to your exposed neck. He loved to kiss you there almost as much as you loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of your body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in your intoxicating scent as you shuddered again and arched a little toward him.

‘I am yours Emmett’ you breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed.

Emmett smiled and traced his fingertips down your left arm to caress your cheek, raising up to loom over you and stare down into your beautiful eyes.

‘I've loved you since the first moment I met you, Y/N’ Emmett said as his fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down your neck. Your breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and you could only moan in reply.

‘You belong to me and I will do anything for you’ he whispered as he moved closer to press his lips to your forehead even as his hips pinned yours to the wall. Your entire body shifted and you jerked your hips as his pressed in.

Your cheeks burned and you knew that they must be completely red now. Your eyes widened again and you could feel that your pulse hammered visibly in your neck.

Emmett swallowed his growing hunger and took a half step back. You struggled to breathe as Emmett stared down into your eyes and slowly unbuttoned your kaki coloured shirt from the top down, exposing more and more of your skin. Your body tensed with each button and your breasts quivered in anticipation. As the last button slipped free, Emmett guided the blouse open to bare your belly and black lace bra to the cool air.

His eyes never left yours until he took a step back and purposefully dragged his gaze down your body, drinking in the luscious sight. You swallowed hard and blushed furiously. Emmett smiled and nodded in approval as you remained still while he looked upon you.

Finally, he stepped forward once more and reached up to take your wrists in his hands again, slowly lowering them to your sides as he leaned in to softly press his lips to yours in the smallest hint of a kiss. You shivered lightly as he loomed over you again. You leaned forward to kiss him more deeply, wanting to taste more of him, and you tugged on your wrists, anxious to feel him under your itching fingers.

Emmett smiled and leaned away from your kiss, shaking his head and tightening his grip on your wrists, causing you to shudder and whimper. The vulnerable sound shifted to a gasp when Emmett stepped back once more and spun your around to face the corner. He lifted his hands to your shoulders and guided your shirt down your arms, stopping with it at the small of your back, keeping your wrists bound to your side.

You were helpless, unable to even see him now. You could not touch or taste, only listen and feel what it was like to be the object of his desire.

‘I'm in control Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his lips to the bared flesh of your shoulder and neck. A light nip sent your head falling back and you mewled again.

‘I want to touch you’ you somehow made out, but instinctively kept your wrists at your side.

Emmett continued to kiss you, his lips moving back down your neck and over your shoulder as he dropped the blouse to the floor and lifted your wrists once again.

‘No, not yet’ Emmett said firmly.

You pressed your wrists against the wall and moaned as Emmett's lips moved back and forth over your sensitive skin. You shuddered when he traced back down your arms and sides to stop on your waist. His hands slid around to the front to unbutton and unzip your jeans, causing your eyes to widen again as he casually pushed them over your hips and down to join your shirt on the floor.

‘Emmett’ you breathed as he stepped back to eye you again, eager to imprint the sight of your body on his mind. He took special note of the lacy, black panties, silky and tight against curves of your hips and ass. Eyes never leaving that amazing view, Emmett reached out and unclasped your bra.

‘Turn around’ he instructed.

You could feel the pounding of your heart and turned slowly, keenly aware of how precariously your bra draped over your breasts. So very self-conscious, you nevertheless forced your wide eyes to meet his. Emmett looked down into your eyes and met your gaze with a smile. Reaching up to your shoulders, he slowly guided the bra straps down your arms. He leaned forward as he did, kissing your neck and softly sucking on the tender flesh.

You whimpered. Your breasts were now exposed to him and you were left in only your panties. Your heart pounded furiously and you couldn't help but arch your hips toward him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noticed your head falling back. Emmett took full advantage of your offering and nuzzled deeply into your neck. Reaching down, he took your hands in his and returned them to their proper place - pinned to the wall above your head.

‘You belong to me Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his teeth to your skin, slowly biting down as his hips met yours and pinned them to the wall.

The words made you shudder, and you ached to arch your hips again. Your heart raced. Your body writhed as much as the press of his against yours would allow. You grew more and more needy by the second, and the touch of his teeth to your tender neck made you mewl and breathe harshly.

Emmett met your desperate sound with a low growl and rolled his hips into you. He dragged his tongue over your flesh, tasting your surrender, and clenched his jaw. His teeth sunk into your neck, marking his territory.

‘Emmett’ you screamed and bucked into his body, gasping and writhing against him, the sensation so intense. You could feel your panties becoming soaked.

Emmett flinched at your scream, the sound loud but delicious in his ear, and relaxed his jaw. He nuzzled into your neck, softly kissing the pained flesh as the blood rushed back to your skin. You sobbed out softly, sinking a little against the wall, eyes glazed over.

After taking a few steadying breaths, Emmett began to walk backward, pulling you with him by your hands. You stumbled with him as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Staring up into your eyes as you stood there in front of him, Emmett kissed all around your navel and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You shivered and bit your lower lip, gripping his shoulders tightly, as he slid the panties to the floor.

As soon as the panties dropped, Emmett reached for your wrists, guiding them back to your sides.

‘I am not done’ he spoke softly, but the words were heavy with force.

Still looking up and into your eyes, he bent lower and began kissing over your mound, causing you to whimper and then sharply cry out his name when the tip of his tongue traced down your slit while you could feel his beard tickle your skin.

Hands above your head’ he breathed out against your skin, and you instantly complied, raising your hands and lacing your fingers together.

‘Oh god Emmett’ you whimpered again as his tongue stretched lower, dragging over your clit. He gripped your hips tightly as you cried out his name once more and jerked toward his mouth. He alternated between kissing over your mound and flicking his tongue over your clit, never letting you focus on one sensation for long. Trusting you to keep your hands above your head as you were told, Emmett slid one hand down to sink two of his strong fingers into your opening. His other hand moved up your chest, closing over your right breast to knead softly, his rough palm grating over your hard nipple.

You gasped and trembled against his hold. You were so wet, you just knew you must have been dripping.

‘You taste so sweet’ you heard Emmett say, and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip as you struggled to stay standing while Emmett ducked his head lower, lapping at the juices coating your lips.

‘Please, Emmett... Please! I need you!’ you cried.

Emmett jerked at your cry and pushed your back away from him. Taking a calming breath, he stood before you, his body so impossibly close to yours. He stared down into your eyes with barely contained hunger and you stumbled back a step, breathing harshly and mewling almost steadily now. You trembled as he walked around you, his eyes raking over your naked, vulnerable body.

‘On the bed, now’ Emmett commanded, and you turned to crawl backward onto it immediately. He watched you go, admiring your liquid grace, and began to strip. Down went his t-shirt, jeans, and finally his boxers. You watched with open lust, your breath catching as each peace hit the floor.

I want to touch you’ you whined.

Emmett smiled and walked to the bed. He stood towering over your naked body and you could see the throbbing of his erect cock. You moaned loudly as Emmett took your hand in his and guided it to his thick shaft.

Your fingers instantly wrapped around him and squeezed lightly, stroking along his length up and down, watching Emmett with wide eyes. Your touch was magic, and he sucked in a sharp breath in response. His head rolled back and his hips rocked forward. A surge of precum wet the tip of his cock, dripping over your fingers.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he breathed out but you couldn't wait any longer.

‘I need you inside me’ you whispered and rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock. You tightened your grip and stroked faster, the action making you shudder just as much Emmett was. Your hips shifted restlessly on the bed in anticipation.

‘Impatient as usual’ Emmett chuckled as he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled your hand away. In a flash he was on you, pushing your back onto the bed, climbing over you. He dipped his hips between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, and he locked gazes with you.

‘Take me Emmett’ you moaned as he pinned your hands above your head, causing you to buck your hips up toward his.

‘As you wish’ Emmett growled as he adjusted his hips and shifted them forward. His bulbous head parted your lips and began sinking into you, causing you to cry out. Emmett moaned and shuddered and pressed steadily deeper, slowly filling and stretching your welcoming pussy.

‘Fuck you are tight’ Emmett murmured with a heavy breath as he entered you and you threw your head back, clenching and arching into him desperately. He filled you so deeply already and you were absolutely gushing with wetness.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as Emmett bucked the last little distance, slamming his cock fully into you and rotating his hips.

‘So utterly and completely mine’ Emmett growled as he pulled back slowly and slammed in again

‘Emmett’ you screamed out his name and threw your head back, arching up sharply toward him. Your legs squeezed even more tightly around his waist, trying to pull him ever deeper. Emmett buried his face in your neck, biting again and again, intent on marking you once more.

His teeth were just too much. You couldn't bear any more. Unable to stop the sensations from ripping through you, you screamed out his name again and began to climax.

‘Come inside me Emmett, please’ you murmured as your walls began to tighten around him. You weren’t on birth control, but you no longer cared now that you were safe.

Emmett tightened his grips on your wrists and pushed up to stare down at your lovely body, wracked in pleasure. He panted for breath as he pushed his hips harder and faster, the sound of each impact wet with your juices.

Your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver as he continued to thrust into you at a relentless speed.

’Fuck’ he growled and pressed his forehead to yours, slamming his cock hard into your pussy once more. He planted his full length deep inside you, grinding, and suddenly arched his back with a primal shout, coming hard and filling you with his warm cum.

‘Emmett, oh god yes’ you screamed again as the pleasure he gave you was so intense. It ripped through your body and left your slick with sweat, shaking with each wave as the orgasm went on and on in a steady flow of aftershocks.

Emmett shuddered wordlessly atop you, hips rolling once more, desperate to empty every last drop of cum into your writhing form. He gasped for breath and jerked with each orgasmic spasm that shook his body. As the near painful pleasure began to subside, he breathlessly found your mouth with his, kissing you hard.

You both fought for breath, and Emmett finally collapsed to the bed beside you. He weakly pulled you to him, cradling your again his chest.

Without words, you moaned softly and went limp in his arms, aside from the occasional shudder.

‘I love you’ he finally whispered.

‘I love you too’ you said as you cuddled in as closely as possible, breathing in Emmett's scent.

‘

Featuring: Emmett x Reader

 Words: 3009

 Warning: Smut

 Requested: Yes

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 It has been six weeks since you and Emmett made it to a community on an island just of the US coast.

The journey was hard, but it was well worth it. Finally, for once, you could feel some normality return.

You only met Emmett five months ago when he was staying in an abandoned factory and you were seeking shelter. He let you in and he saved you and, eventually, you fell in love with each other.

On the island, things worked differently. You were no longer by yourself. Instead, you were surrounded by others, predominantly men who seemed to have better luck surviving.

Quite frequently, you were getting hit on, causing Emmett’s frustration to grow. But, despite the fact that he put potential suiters into place, you thought his occasional jealousy was sweet and you enjoyed nothing more than when he became protective over you.

But, just today, one of the new residents took things just a little too far and decided to kiss you. This was too much for Emmett’s liking and a fight broke out between them, making you rather angry.

As such, just as he arrived back at your small cottage, you confronted him.

‘Johnny didn’t know, he was new and I told him. There is no need for you to be jealous’ you said.

‘I am not jealous Y/N, I am fucking worried about you. We don’t know these men. What is if one of them takes it too far when I am not around?’ Emmett growled.

‘I can protect myself, thank you’ you said sheepishly, earning yourself a deep sigh from Emmett.

‘Alright Emmett, if you don’t think I am a strong ass woman, then you should probably go and find someone else’ you said jokingly and playfully as you pointed to the door.

Emmett just smiled and shrugged before moving to the door. When his hand closed

‘Nah, I am not leaving’ Emmett smirked and your eyes widened in surprise for an instant until your pride caused you to flare just a little.

‘Oh? So, you agree that I am a strong woman?’ you asked with a grin on your face.

‘Oh I agree that you are a strong woman, alright…but you are my strong woman and these men out there better know that’ Emmett said suggestively, causing you to smile.

‘Well, the windows are wide open. Perhaps you should claim what is yours then?’ you suggested before biting your lip again suggestively.

Emmett turned from the door and slowly crossed the room to you, invading your space one slow, purposeful step at a time. Your stumbled back a few steps toward the wall, causing one corner of Emmett's mouth to lift in a crooked grin as he ambled after you, stalking his prey.

‘Perhaps I should’ he smirked as he loomed over you, his fingertips barely brushing your inner wrists, and you took another step back with a nervous stammer.

‘Take me already’ you said as your heart skipped a beat. You knew that tone of his voice all too well ever since you moved into this cottage. Before, you had to be quiet, but now you didn’t and Emmett really liked to talk, dominate you and make you scream his name. You took another step back and Emmett followed, guiding you until you reached the corner and could escape no further.

‘Going somewhere?’ Emmett teased and moved in close, tenderly taking your left wrist in his right hand and gently lifting it over your head to pin it against the wall, eliciting a soft sound from you. He held you there and gazed into your eyes for a moment, and your heart skipped another beat. Your eyes widened as he lowered his face to your sensitive neck and his warm breath fanned over your skin. You tensed, barely able to breathe, much less fashion a coherent response to his question.

‘No’ you said as you took in a deep breath.

Emmett reached down to your side and intertwined his fingers with those of your right hand, lifting it to join the other above your head. He leaned closer, his body not quite touching yours, his bearded cheek nuzzling your jawline an instant before his lips brushed over your earlobe.

‘I love you’ Emmett whispered and you trembled visibly, shuddering a little more with each passing second, unable to focus on anything but his touch. Your neck was so tender and you ached for more. You mewled softly and tilted your head to the side, opening yourself to him.

‘I love you too’ you responded.

‘Good, now just remember that you're mine’ he said and lightly pressed his lips to your exposed neck. He loved to kiss you there almost as much as you loved to be kissed, if for no other reason than what he knew it did to the rest of your body. He kept the kiss soft and breathed in your intoxicating scent as you shuddered again and arched a little toward him.

‘I am yours Emmett’ you breathed out softly, eyes wide and slightly glazed.

Emmett smiled and traced his fingertips down your left arm to caress your cheek, raising up to loom over you and stare down into your beautiful eyes.

‘I've loved you since the first moment I met you, Y/N’ Emmett said as his fingertips continued lower, the backs of his nails grazing down your neck. Your breath quickened at his touch, growing heavier and you could only moan in reply.

‘You belong to me and I will do anything for you’ he whispered as he moved closer to press his lips to your forehead even as his hips pinned yours to the wall. Your entire body shifted and you jerked your hips as his pressed in.

Your cheeks burned and you knew that they must be completely red now. Your eyes widened again and you could feel that your pulse hammered visibly in your neck.

Emmett swallowed his growing hunger and took a half step back. You struggled to breathe as Emmett stared down into your eyes and slowly unbuttoned your kaki coloured shirt from the top down, exposing more and more of your skin. Your body tensed with each button and your breasts quivered in anticipation. As the last button slipped free, Emmett guided the blouse open to bare your belly and black lace bra to the cool air.

His eyes never left yours until he took a step back and purposefully dragged his gaze down your body, drinking in the luscious sight. You swallowed hard and blushed furiously. Emmett smiled and nodded in approval as you remained still while he looked upon you.

Finally, he stepped forward once more and reached up to take your wrists in his hands again, slowly lowering them to your sides as he leaned in to softly press his lips to yours in the smallest hint of a kiss. You shivered lightly as he loomed over you again. You leaned forward to kiss him more deeply, wanting to taste more of him, and you tugged on your wrists, anxious to feel him under your itching fingers.

Emmett smiled and leaned away from your kiss, shaking his head and tightening his grip on your wrists, causing you to shudder and whimper. The vulnerable sound shifted to a gasp when Emmett stepped back once more and spun your around to face the corner. He lifted his hands to your shoulders and guided your shirt down your arms, stopping with it at the small of your back, keeping your wrists bound to your side.

You were helpless, unable to even see him now. You could not touch or taste, only listen and feel what it was like to be the object of his desire.

‘I'm in control Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his lips to the bared flesh of your shoulder and neck. A light nip sent your head falling back and you mewled again.

‘I want to touch you’ you somehow made out, but instinctively kept your wrists at your side.

Emmett continued to kiss you, his lips moving back down your neck and over your shoulder as he dropped the blouse to the floor and lifted your wrists once again.

‘No, not yet’ Emmett said firmly.

You pressed your wrists against the wall and moaned as Emmett's lips moved back and forth over your sensitive skin. You shuddered when he traced back down your arms and sides to stop on your waist. His hands slid around to the front to unbutton and unzip your jeans, causing your eyes to widen again as he casually pushed them over your hips and down to join your shirt on the floor.

‘Emmett’ you breathed as he stepped back to eye you again, eager to imprint the sight of your body on his mind. He took special note of the lacy, black panties, silky and tight against curves of your hips and ass. Eyes never leaving that amazing view, Emmett reached out and unclasped your bra.

‘Turn around’ he instructed.

You could feel the pounding of your heart and turned slowly, keenly aware of how precariously your bra draped over your breasts. So very self-conscious, you nevertheless forced your wide eyes to meet his. Emmett looked down into your eyes and met your gaze with a smile. Reaching up to your shoulders, he slowly guided the bra straps down your arms. He leaned forward as he did, kissing your neck and softly sucking on the tender flesh.

You whimpered. Your breasts were now exposed to him and you were left in only your panties. Your heart pounded furiously and you couldn't help but arch your hips toward him. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noticed your head falling back. Emmett took full advantage of your offering and nuzzled deeply into your neck. Reaching down, he took your hands in his and returned them to their proper place - pinned to the wall above your head.

‘You belong to me Y/N’ he whispered and pressed his teeth to your skin, slowly biting down as his hips met yours and pinned them to the wall.

The words made you shudder, and you ached to arch your hips again. Your heart raced. Your body writhed as much as the press of his against yours would allow. You grew more and more needy by the second, and the touch of his teeth to your tender neck made you mewl and breathe harshly.

Emmett met your desperate sound with a low growl and rolled his hips into you. He dragged his tongue over your flesh, tasting your surrender, and clenched his jaw. His teeth sunk into your neck, marking his territory.

‘Emmett’ you screamed and bucked into his body, gasping and writhing against him, the sensation so intense. You could feel your panties becoming soaked.

Emmett flinched at your scream, the sound loud but delicious in his ear, and relaxed his jaw. He nuzzled into your neck, softly kissing the pained flesh as the blood rushed back to your skin. You sobbed out softly, sinking a little against the wall, eyes glazed over.

After taking a few steadying breaths, Emmett began to walk backward, pulling you with him by your hands. You stumbled with him as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Staring up into your eyes as you stood there in front of him, Emmett kissed all around your navel and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. You shivered and bit your lower lip, gripping his shoulders tightly, as he slid the panties to the floor.

As soon as the panties dropped, Emmett reached for your wrists, guiding them back to your sides.

‘I am not done’ he spoke softly, but the words were heavy with force.

Still looking up and into your eyes, he bent lower and began kissing over your mound, causing you to whimper and then sharply cry out his name when the tip of his tongue traced down your slit while you could feel his beard tickle your skin.

Hands above your head’ he breathed out against your skin, and you instantly complied, raising your hands and lacing your fingers together.

‘Oh god Emmett’ you whimpered again as his tongue stretched lower, dragging over your clit. He gripped your hips tightly as you cried out his name once more and jerked toward his mouth. He alternated between kissing over your mound and flicking his tongue over your clit, never letting you focus on one sensation for long. Trusting you to keep your hands above your head as you were told, Emmett slid one hand down to sink two of his strong fingers into your opening. His other hand moved up your chest, closing over your right breast to knead softly, his rough palm grating over your hard nipple.

You gasped and trembled against his hold. You were so wet, you just knew you must have been dripping.

‘You taste so sweet’ you heard Emmett say, and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip as you struggled to stay standing while Emmett ducked his head lower, lapping at the juices coating your lips.

‘Please, Emmett... Please! I need you!’ you cried.

Emmett jerked at your cry and pushed your back away from him. Taking a calming breath, he stood before you, his body so impossibly close to yours. He stared down into your eyes with barely contained hunger and you stumbled back a step, breathing harshly and mewling almost steadily now. You trembled as he walked around you, his eyes raking over your naked, vulnerable body.

‘On the bed, now’ Emmett commanded, and you turned to crawl backward onto it immediately. He watched you go, admiring your liquid grace, and began to strip. Down went his t-shirt, jeans, and finally his boxers. You watched with open lust, your breath catching as each peace hit the floor.

I want to touch you’ you whined.

Emmett smiled and walked to the bed. He stood towering over your naked body and you could see the throbbing of his erect cock. You moaned loudly as Emmett took your hand in his and guided it to his thick shaft.

Your fingers instantly wrapped around him and squeezed lightly, stroking along his length up and down, watching Emmett with wide eyes. Your touch was magic, and he sucked in a sharp breath in response. His head rolled back and his hips rocked forward. A surge of precum wet the tip of his cock, dripping over your fingers.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he breathed out but you couldn't wait any longer.

‘I need you inside me’ you whispered and rubbed your thumb over the head of his cock. You tightened your grip and stroked faster, the action making you shudder just as much Emmett was. Your hips shifted restlessly on the bed in anticipation.

‘Impatient as usual’ Emmett chuckled as he gripped your wrist tightly and pulled your hand away. In a flash he was on you, pushing your back onto the bed, climbing over you. He dipped his hips between your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, and he locked gazes with you.

‘Take me Emmett’ you moaned as he pinned your hands above your head, causing you to buck your hips up toward his.

‘As you wish’ Emmett growled as he adjusted his hips and shifted them forward. His bulbous head parted your lips and began sinking into you, causing you to cry out. Emmett moaned and shuddered and pressed steadily deeper, slowly filling and stretching your welcoming pussy.

‘Fuck you are tight’ Emmett murmured with a heavy breath as he entered you and you threw your head back, clenching and arching into him desperately. He filled you so deeply already and you were absolutely gushing with wetness.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as Emmett bucked the last little distance, slamming his cock fully into you and rotating his hips.

‘So utterly and completely mine’ Emmett growled as he pulled back slowly and slammed in again

‘Emmett’ you screamed out his name and threw your head back, arching up sharply toward him. Your legs squeezed even more tightly around his waist, trying to pull him ever deeper. Emmett buried his face in your neck, biting again and again, intent on marking you once more.

His teeth were just too much. You couldn't bear any more. Unable to stop the sensations from ripping through you, you screamed out his name again and began to climax.

‘Come inside me Emmett, please’ you murmured as your walls began to tighten around him. You weren’t on birth control, but you no longer cared now that you were safe.

Emmett tightened his grips on your wrists and pushed up to stare down at your lovely body, wracked in pleasure. He panted for breath as he pushed his hips harder and faster, the sound of each impact wet with your juices.

Your orgasm washed over you and your legs began to quiver as he continued to thrust into you at a relentless speed.

’Fuck’ he growled and pressed his forehead to yours, slamming his cock hard into your pussy once more. He planted his full length deep inside you, grinding, and suddenly arched his back with a primal shout, coming hard and filling you with his warm cum.

‘Emmett, oh god yes’ you screamed again as the pleasure he gave you was so intense. It ripped through your body and left your slick with sweat, shaking with each wave as the orgasm went on and on in a steady flow of aftershocks.

Emmett shuddered wordlessly atop you, hips rolling once more, desperate to empty every last drop of cum into your writhing form. He gasped for breath and jerked with each orgasmic spasm that shook his body. As the near painful pleasure began to subside, he breathlessly found your mouth with his, kissing you hard.

You both fought for breath, and Emmett finally collapsed to the bed beside you. He weakly pulled you to him, cradling your again his chest.

Without words, you moaned softly and went limp in his arms, aside from the occasional shudder.

‘I love you’ he finally whispered.

‘I love you too’ you said as you cuddled in as closely as possible, breathing in Emmett's scent.

‘

[callmebaby-era-yixing]

Cut You A Piece

Mark is terrified of getting married.

Word Count: 8773 (just kinda dipping my toes in writing, I DID NOT PROOFREAD THIS)

Mark x OC // Johnny x Y/N

TW - Angst, suicidal moments, death, minor curse words

Based off this song

Nervous was an understatement, he was terrified. Mark stood in front of the full length mirror picking at his black tux. His necktie was crooked, his sleeve had random dust on it, even his hair was betraying him by being too fluffy. Jackie always said that his fluffy hair was one of her favorite things about him. She said it made him "adorable and approachable," which of course Mark was grateful for since it was what encouraged her to approach him first.

Back then, Mark would have never imagined that the girl who made a sudden compliment on his hair would become his wife to be. But here he was, fidgeting with the pink rose on his chest and repeatedly patting his pocket to make sure the ring was still there.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as he went to check again. A sigh of relief followed out of his lips soon after. It was still there.

He shook his arms and legs trying to shake out some of his nerves. Mark attempted to clear his head for the 10th time in the last hour, only to fail again. He was marrying the love of his life yet he couldn't stop worrying about everything that could happen. Not with the wedding, he was sure that would go peacefully, but with what would happen after. 

He was worried because Jackie was mortal. Obviously, he was mortal too but more importantly, Jackie was. She could be taken away from him at any time, even by accident. Did he really want to get married if there's a possibility that she could die tomorrow? Maybe not getting married would make it hurt less. He'd still lose his soulmate but at least then it would be his girlfriend, not his wife. He had seen what it was like to lose a wife when Johnny lost Y/N.

He ran his fingers through his newly dyed hair as he released a huff of air. Jackie had made a request that they both color their hair pink for the special day to surprise the guests. Mark hadn't seen the color on her yet but he already knew she would look like perfection personified. A mental image of her popped into his head and all previous thoughts of not marrying her disappeared for a moment. He was 100% certain he wouldn't survive losing her but he wanted this more than anything.

The sound of footsteps pulled Mark from the mirror. The man was barely able to completely turn away before a rowdy group of men burst into the room. The 6 groomsmen surrounded the pink haired man and began teasing him.

"Our Mark Lee is getting married," Haechan cheerfully hollered with a bottle of sparkling cider in hand. His yell seemed to trigger the rest to join in with their own screams. Jackie decided to make the wedding alcohol free since she knew the boys didn't need its influence to be hyper.

"Your hair is so pink!" Chenle reached to ruffle the groom's hair but was blocked by Jaemin.

"Aren't you excited?" Jisung seemed to be the only one who noticed the conflicted expression on Mark's face. Upon hearing the youngest's question, everyone else quieted down to examine the situation themselves.

"I am," Mark started, "I just don't want to lose her." His voice was laced with worry. Not wanting to make eye contact with any of his friends, he instead glanced over all of their grey suits. Jackie picked the colors: pink, grey, black, and white.

"Lose her?" Renjun laughed. "You're literally about to marry her!"

"Not like that!" Mark defended. Glancing over to Renjun, he continued in a mumble, "like Y/N."

At the mention of the girl, the group fell into a thick silence.

"You shouldn't think about that," Haechan quietly asserted.

"It's hard not to. You saw how Johnny was when it happened. He's stronger than I am and he barely got through it," Mark paused, "actually he never got through it!"

Placing his hand on the groom's shoulder, Haechan comforted, "Just because that happened to them, doesn't mean that'll happen to you."

"I know, it's just.." Mark drifted off. Too many memories of Johnny and Y/N were running through his head.

"Maybe I should stop smoking. What do you think?"

Mark was shocked to say the least. Johnny had been smoking since 8th grade and now, nearly 8 years later, he was speaking of quitting. Mark had told him many times to stop only to be ignored. "I told you to quit years ago, man!"

Smirking, Johnny replied, "well, I didn't want to then. Now I do."

"What changed?"

"You know that girl Y/N?"

Stuffing another slice of pizza in his face, Mark dug in his memories for the name Y/N. "Umm," he pondered out loud, "isn't that the girl you called a loner last year?"

"She and I have been hanging out since the school year started. Turns out neither of us are big fans of our psych class," Johnny explained smugly. "She said I always smell like a bus stop bench after I smoke." The tall male couldn't help but let out a laugh recalling the bold comment from the normally quiet girl. "So I was thinking of stopping or taking a break from smoking at least."

Not believing what he heard, Mark stared at his older friend waiting for him to say psych. Not hearing it, he asked, "Do you have a crush on her or something? Since when do you care about what you smell like to some girl? School started like 3 weeks ago and you're already changing yourself for her. I mean, like it's a good change but still, already?"

This was one of the first times Mark had ever seen Johnny get shy. "I don't know man. She's just different than I thought." A light blush painted Johnny's cheeks as he thought back to his conversations with Y/N. "I might like her," he admitted as he went to pour himself a shot of vodka. Bottle mid air, Johnny paused, "should I stop drinking too?"

"This is too weird, man." Mark shuttered.

"I know right."

Y/N was nervous, Mark could tell. She was quiet the whole night. She was normally quiet, but Mark assumed she would open up some more since she was meeting her boyfriend's friends for the first time. Instead, she barely spoke 2 sentences from her arrival. 

Johnny kept her close the whole night, probably for her comfort. He held his arms around her waist while he made conversation with Jungwoo. She wasn't invested in what they were talking about but was content being in his arms. Her eyes glanced about the party that her boyfriend arranged just to introduce her to everyone. She honestly couldn't see herself hanging out with them very often, but Johnny made it a big deal to combine his favorite people and she couldn't disappoint him.

Mark had said probably 4 words to her before he started talking with his friends. He was happy for his friend, however he didn't see the point of trying to become close when he knew that Y/N would not be comfortable this soon.

"What do you think of Y/N?" Yuta asked Mark suddenly.

"She's okay. She makes Johnny happy so I guess she's cool?" Mark answered honestly.

"Yeah sure. I heard him talking about signing up for tutoring because of her, something about wanting to 'deserve' her," Yuta scoffed. He had been pissy ever since the relationship started. Mark assumed it was because Johnny decided to work on himself and was no longer Yuta's partner in crime. "I mean, I'm happy he's happy but it's like she's controlling him."

Mark turned his attention to Y/N "controlling" Johnny. She was looking up at him with stars in her brown eyes. It was clear that she loved him despite only being official for a month. In between sentences, Johnny would look down at her, smile, and place a small kiss on her cheek which only caused the stars in her eyes to grow bigger. That scene let Mark know all he needed to know: Y/N was just as whipped for Johnny as he was for her.

A smile imprinted on Mark's face. Seeing his friend so in love with someone who matched the affection was relaxing. To be honest, Mark had been worried for Johnny with his rebel past, the older male having a history of not thinking of his future. Y/N was helping build him into a better person but Mark was proud of him for actually doing the work needed to get there. For that, Mark was grateful to both of them.

"You've known her for like a year and a half! You guys have been dating for slightly less than that!" Mark had been trying to reason with Johnny for the past hour.

"Y/N and I have known each other for a year and 9 months exactly. We've been dating for a year and 6 months. I think we're ready!"

"You're thinking about proposing, bro!"

"I'm not 'thinking' about it, Mark," Johnny clarified, "I already got the ring."

Mark's eyes were wide and his mouth sat agape. His friend had invited him out to lunch just to spring this news on him. Johnny tried to casually slip in that he's going to ask Y/N to marry him but Mark caught on quicker than expected. He, of course, voiced his concerns about Johnny proposing. Mark's concerns doubled when Johnny announced that his plan was to be acted out during their graduation.

"Let's be real, Mark. If it wasn't for Y/N, I wouldn't be graduating at all! I love her," the last sentence was said with so much love and sincerity that Mark couldn't doubt it for a millisecond. Johnny had a goofy smile on his face just from speaking of his girlfriend. "We both know that I was pissing my life away before she told me to get my shit together. I would literally die for her."

"I don't doubt you love her, man. I'm just saying that maybe you should wait longer. Marriage is a major deal, you're basically giving her a piece of yourself. Don't you think you should give it a little more time?"

Grinning, Johnny didn't hesitate to reply, "nope."

Sighing, Mark asked the question that he needed to know to continue the conversation, "I'm not talking you out of this, am I?"

Somehow smiling even wider, Johnny repeated, "nope."

"If you think about what happened like that, it'll ruin the whole day," Renjun started gently, "Jackie is probably already nervous, hearing that you're freaking out won't help."

"It's not like I'm trying to! I just can't help thinking about it." Mark was telling the truth, he hadn't thought about it in the better part of 2 years until that moment. The man hadn’t even spoken to Johnny in about 3. He didn't want to think about the memory but it brought up a certainty that he had been able to avoid before: whether it's today, tomorrow, in 2 years, or 70, he was going to have to go on without Jackie at some point. The only way to challenge that would be if he passed first, which still wasn't ideal.

A low chime rang out through the room. Jeno reached for his phone in his back pocket and scanned the text he had received. "Doyoung said that they are ready to start whenever." Shutting off the screen, he looked up at the husband-to-be. "You love Jackie. She loves you. Marry her or you'll regret it." Nothing else was said as he walked out of the room to get in place for the ceremony.

Giving Mark another look of sympathy, Jisung and Chenle followed Jeno out. One by one, the remaining groomsmen made their exit too, each giving Mark a word of encouragement or a pat on the back.

Alone, Mark turned back to the mirror to make final adjustments to his appearance. Deciding that his tie won't get straighter and his hair won't get any better, he did one last shake and set off for the ceremony.

Jackie chose the perfect venue, in Mark's opinion. The entire building had white walls with gold and grey accents thrown here and there. Mark felt that his hair could be seen a mile away against the walls. The ceilings were about 2 stories high, which only made the space more airy, something the groom was thankful for at this moment where breathing was difficult. The floor was covered in a beautiful white carpet, nothing thick but soft enough to mostly mute his steps. The pink flowers complimented the entire design perfectly. Jackie and Mark agreed on arrangements of snapdragons and roses each in a clear glass vase for the occasion. There was a light smell from the flowers in the air, everything was ideal.

The hall Mark was walking down felt extremely long. For a moment, he thought he got lost only to realize he had speed walked past the door he was supposed to stop at.

His heart was beating out of his chest. If it went on like this, Mark was sure it would fall straight out on the white carpet and he would never see the safety deposit he put towards the venue. Both of his hands were shaking and he suddenly had to pee. "Calm down. Get it together." His mumbles did nothing to calm himself.

Searching for any distraction, he focused on the doors in front of them. They were white with gold intricate indents going through it. Their height was nearly double the groom which made him feel small and oddly comforted him. Mark released a shaky breath and gripped the gold doorknob. He went to turn it but the sweat on his hand prevented him from getting the friction he desperately needed to open it.

"Shit." Roughly patting his hands on his suit pants, Mark attempted to get as much moisture off as he could.

Trying again, Mark was able to get the door open that time.

The door opened to a beautiful main room. Somehow the ceiling was even higher in here than the hall he was coming from. The sides had white pillars that were topped off with what appeared to be angels made of stone. Those angels were holding up beams that ran across the ceiling. Windows were placed next to each angel and brought in loads of natural sunlight. The seats were covered in a light grey fabric that really helped to bring out the much more subtle grey accents throughout the room. Up at the altar, pink and white flower arrangements the size of small trees colored the space.

Mark paused at the back of the room to admire all the guests that had come. There were ushers standing on each side of him, waiting to hold open the doors for the wedding party. Mark's lips couldn't help but quickly quirk into a smile as he saw everyone turn in their seats to look at him. Everyone was dressed in black, grey, or pink, of course saving white for the bride. Mark could see his mom, his dad, even his older brother had made it, after originally he said he couldn't come. Mark made a mental note to punch him later for that. All of their eyes got wide at the sight of his cotton candy hair.

Mark began to walk down the aisle but continued smiling at his friends and family and the other guests as well. His steps were heavy despite how excited he was. Looking to his side, Mark could see that his older friends wore wide smiles as they took him in. He looked more mature than usual, even with the pink hair. They could also see how nervous he was but they expected as much.

Reaching the altar, Mark stopped walking and turned towards the crowd. He re-positioned his hands about 10 times before he finally decided on just holding them together behind his back. Not wanting to look at the guests for a moment, he let his head fall so he could stare at his shoes. They were black and plain, yet at that time, he was pretending like they were the most complex items ever. He sees another pair of dress shoes come to stand next to him. Looking up, he sees his grandfather who agreed to official the wedding. The old man had a bright pink suit on, which in any other situation, Mark would have a chuckle about. His grandfather lightly pats the groom's shoulder with a smile.

"Are you ready," his grandfather inquires. Mark swears if one more person asks him, he will scream. Instead of doing so however, he just nods his head with a tight smile and resumes examining his shoes.

About 4 minutes pass before Mark's shoe gazing is interrupted by the start of the song he and Jackie agreed to play for this part of the ceremony. The smooth instrumentals ironically filled his heart with everything but calmness.

The ushers opened the doors and the first to enter were Haechan and Abby, Jackie's best friend. As best man and maid of honor, they wore proud smiles. Haechan's dark grey suit sat perfectly on the male. His tie was pink against his white shirt and on his chest sat a pink rose, matching the flower on Mark's suit. Haechan had spent the previous 2 months showing off his outfit since the other groomsmen had light grey suits with white snapdragons instead. His hair was styled up for the special day.

Abby had on a pale, knee length, pink dress, the shade just slightly lighter than Mark's hair. The dress didn't have any fluffiness to it and flowed nicely. The bodice was a v-neck and sleeveless. Across Abby's waist laid a thin, grey satin waistband, which set her apart the other bridesmaids who all had a pink satin waistband. Her hair was jet black and stood out against the light dress but still went with the total theme of the room. It was styled with a few curls, otherwise it was pretty much allowed to fall freely.

The pair strolled gracefully down the aisle, arm in arm, smiling at the guests. Haechan playfully winked at Ten in the crowd, who rolled his eyes in return. Abby was also in a playful mood as she blew a few kisses to the guests on her side. Mark couldn't stop the second hand embarrassment from seeping in. He let out a small chuckle as his hand covered his mouth then returned back to behind him.

As the couple reached the altar, they untangled their arms as they walked to their respective sides. Haechan came to stand behind Mark and nudged his shoulder in a subtle show of support.

The next pair walked out: Renjun and Jackie's older sister Jada. They weren't as comfortable together as the best man and the maid of honor, but they still glided across the floor with content smiles. Following them was Jeno and Jackie's aunt, Stella. Stella was actually 1 year older than Jackie which Mark always found amusing. Jaemin and Daevy were the next to come out. Daevy was Jackie's closest friend other than Abby. She had known the bride since kindergarten and was just happy to be involved. Chenle and Jisung came out with their partners for the day as well: Tamara and Sunny, who were both Jackie's cousins.

The flower girls came out afterwards. One was Jackie's little sister and the other was Taeyong's niece. Mark asked to borrow her for the day since he couldn't think of anyone in his family for the job. The girls wore fluffy light grey dresses with pink satin waistbands. Both of the girls' hair were up in neat ponytails with curls at the end. They threw the flowers everywhere while laughing, causing the entire crowd to coo over them. Mark aww-ed right along with them. 

The smooth music stopped and the traditional wedding march began. Mark's nerves practically doubled at the first note he heard. The 2 ushers that had been holding the tall doors open closed them briefly to allow the bride to get in place behind them. Mark felt a bead of sweat run down his backside as he swallowed roughly. He turned behind him to silently communicate with his groomsmen. His eyes screamed for help only to be met with a thumbs up or an eye roll. 

Nodding to each other, the ushers went to pull back open the doors.

"Will you calm down?" Mark was trying to quietly yell at Johnny to stop bouncing in place. Johnny was nervous, Mark understood, but the man hadn't stopped moving since he arrived.

"She'll be walking down the aisle any moment now," Jaehyun started, "do you really want her to see you jumping around?" Jaehyun also was keeping his voice low to not draw too much attention. As Johnny's best man, Jaehyun stood closest to him and didn't have to speak very loudly to be heard.

"Do you think she changed her mind?" Johnny was a wreck. His nervousness was slipping into his tone. Y/N was supposed to walk down the aisle 10 minutes ago and she was yet to show. He didn't even attempt to hide his worry from the guests.

"No, she's probably freaking out too," Jaehyun rolled his eyes.

At his friend's words, Johnny stopped fidgeting and stared at Jaehyun with wide, panicked eyes. "She's freaking out?" Mark didn't like seeing him like this.

"No," Jaehyun was getting frustrated with the soon-to-be husband, "just relax." With that, he put his hands on Johnny's shoulders to spin him around.

Mark was getting nervous too. Not that Y/N wouldn't show, but that Johnny would work himself into a panic attack before she could.

The crowd was growing antsy as well. Many people started looking around to see if there was a reason for the delay. Johnny's father had walked up to the altar to ask his son if something was wrong, who shrugged his shoulders in reply. The bridesmaids were awkwardly scratching their heads.

Johnny was near tears when he saw Y/N's father briskly walking down the aisle alone. The man kept his head down until he reached the groom. Stopping at the altar, he stood with his back against the crowd and whispered to Johnny, "Y/N needs to talk to you."

Johnny's eyes went large and he swallowed hard. "Okay." His heart felt like it was preparing to drop at any second. Clearing his throat, he addressed the entire room, "Give me a moment, please." Not sparing another word, he took off running through the back door.

Mark stood there frozen as he watched his friend bolt out the exit. Y/N's father awkwardly walked to his seat and sat. The other groomsmen were talking among themselves. They didn't seem as worried as everyone else in the room but even they were starting to break a bit. Mark felt for Johnny. He wouldn't know how to react if he was in his place. A light hum fell over the room as the guests made conversation to pass the time.

Mark counted about 6 minutes before Johnny ran back to the altar. A wide smile graced his face as re-positioned himself at his spot.

"What happened," Doyoung questioned loud enough for the grinning groom to hear.

Johnny waved the air and let out a chuckle, "don't worry about it. Just be ready, she'll be coming out any minute."

Overhearing the small announcement, Y/N's father stood up and jogged to the back to be able to still give her away.

Johnny waved his hand to signal for the music to restart. The song began for the 2nd time and the guests stood facing the entrance.

The sound of the chapel doors opening floated through the room. Mark turned his attention from the groom to the source of the sound.

Y/N stood there in all her glory. Her ivory dress matched the theme of the wedding very well. The corset was covered in lace and complimented her figure perfectly. Her sleeves were made of a tulle that rested off her shoulder, the same kind of tulle that made up the dress's floor length skirt. In her hands, rested a simple bouquet of blue irises and white lilies. 

She was nervous, Mark could tell. Her eyes rapidly bounced back and forth, scanning the room. Her father leaned over to her ear to whisper something, which helped her relax a bit. Tapping her arm that was wrapped in his, he began to lead her down the aisle.

A sniffle is heard in the room. Mark turned his head in the direction it came from, only to see Johnny with tears in his eyes. Mark's eyes widened at the new sight. He had known Johnny for most of his life and this was the first time the boy had ever seen the older male cry. The tears were happy tears, of course, but it was still an odd sight.

Mark's own eyes started to water as well. Johnny was like a brother to him and now that brother was getting married. Previously, Johnny had spoken about staying single forever and not getting "tied down," yet here he was. The man was squatting and roughly rubbing his tears at the view of his wife-to-be walking to him. Even through the constant flow of tears, he kept his focus of Y/N. Jaehyun laid a gentle hand on Johnny's back in a silent show of support, his face decorated with a smug grin. Mark already knew Jaehyun would bring this up again to tease Johnny in the near future.

A few sniffles were coming from the guests as well, mainly from people who were watching the groom break down.

Y/N finally reached the altar after what felt like eternity. She handed her bouquet to the maid of honor so she could help Johnny stand back up. Using the back of her hand, she wiped his tears and placed a peck on his cheek. From his spot on the side, Mark could hear her whisper that she loved him. Johnny whispered his own love in return. Y/N beamed at his words and gazed at him with pure adoration. Mark felt his eyes start to run.

The ceremony officially commenced with Taeil greeting the guests. He had agreed to officiate the wedding after getting a license to do so online. Johnny and Y/N had only graduated college a few months earlier, they couldn't afford to hire a professional yet. Having Taeil officiate the union only made it more special anyway.

The couple exchanged heartfelt marriage vows, drawing more stifled cries from the crowd. They practically oozed affection for each other. Mark heard Jaehyun sniffle before seeing him turn his head to not get caught. Mark giggles through his own tears; Jaehyun wouldn't be able to tease Johnny now.

The rest of the night was filled with more crying, laughing, and gazes overflowing with love. During the reception, everyone danced and drank. Johnny decided to make the playlist for the occasion himself, which made for a hilarious event. At some point, he danced so hard that he dropped an empty wine glass and it shattered. Y/N scolded him endlessly for being so hyper. In return, Johnny kissed her playfully. She immediately forgave him.

The night was magical. Mark got drunk with all of his friends and let loose. He drunkenly congratulated Johnny and Y/N multiple times. Johnny was entertained.

In Mark's inebriated mind, he decided that he wanted a relationship exactly like theirs.

Mark's breath caught in his throat.

Jackie stood at the entrance with her arm wrapped in her older brother's. Her hair was a bright pink that burned only slightly more intense than Mark's. He decided that shade was now his new favorite color. Her makeup was on the natural side and flaunted her natural beauty. With a deep breath, Jackie started walking.

Jackie's dress was a solid white that reminded Mark of a cloud on a summer day. It didn't have any lace or flowers on it, instead showing off a simple look that fit her personality well. The dress had a v-neck that mirrored the bridesmaids' and a wide waistband that matched the rest of the dress in the shade of white. The dress grazed the floor as Jackie sauntered down the aisle.

Jackie had a wide smile on her face, making Mark's heart skip a beat. He began rocking side to side, growing impatient waiting for his bride to reach him. 

Mark's mind drifted back to Johnny. He thought back to how he nagged Johnny on his wedding day. Maybe he should have been more understanding.

Mark lightly shook his head, attempting to rid himself of those memories. He wanted to stay in the moment and enjoy watching his soulmate approach him.

Jackie could see the conflicting emotions all over Mark's face, she knew him like the back of her hand. She resisted the urge to frown and kept walking.

Mark looked back up to his bride as she stopped about 10 feet away. She kissed her brother's cheek as he unwrapped their arms and headed to his seat. Jackie turned her attention to Mark, closing the distance.

There she stood, only 2 feet in front of him. Mark's lips turned upwards subconsciously at the sight. Jackie returned the smile and blew an air kiss to him. The guests who caught the small exchange released small giggles. Jackie let out a chuckle. She spun around to pass off her bouquet to Abby who stood behind her.

Facing Mark, Jackie looked him in the eye and took a deep breath. Her hands subtly followed the motions of the air entering her body. Just from the expression on her face, Mark knew she was mentally instructing him to copy. He inhaled deeply then let it out.

Satisfied, Jackie held out her hands to grab. Mark connected his with hers and felt his heart stutter. His grandfather officially started the ceremony.

Mark stood next to the hospital bed. Unconscious, Johnny laid peacefully. Mark knew what was going to happen when he woke up and that knowledge almost made him wish Johnny would stay unconscious for as long as possible. Mark wiped his tears and took a shaky breath. He had finished heavily sobbing minutes earlier but he felt another fit coming at the thought of having to be the one to tell Johnny.

Mark's vision juggled between the bruises and scratches on the sleeping male and the wedding ring that decorated his finger for the previous 6 months. Johnny had a gash on his face the size of a bobby pin on his jaw that the doctor patched up. One eye was completely swollen, the other black. A dark purple blemish could be seen on his shoulder. The man's entire right leg was in a cast that was fashioned to a sling of sorts to keep it elevated.

Mark wanted to scream. This wasn't fair. Neither of them deserved this. Feeling himself getting emotional again, Mark stepped out the room into the hallway. There, he squatted and sobbed with his head between his knees. This was the 7th time he broke down since he received the call a few hours earlier.

"Mark?"

Said male glanced up from his spot to Yuta peering down at him. Yuta's eyes were similar to Mark's, alerting him that Yuta had also been crying. 

"Is he awake?" Yuta asked weakly, his voice cracking with every word.

Not finding his voice, Mark shook his head as more tears raced down.

Yuta walked towards the room to see the unconscious male, patting Mark on the head on the way in.

From the hallway, Mark could hear Yuta break down. His weeps echoed through the entire hospital floor. Mark wanted to attempt to comfort Yuta but he knew that if he saw Johnny in that state again, he would be no help.

Over the next 2 hours, Jaehyun, Taeil, Doyoung, Taeyong, and Jungwoo came and joined Yuta around the bed. The cries increased with each new arrival. 

Mark had yet to move from his spot in the hallway. Now he laid on his side, curled into a ball, not caring when anyone walked past. His eyes were swollen. His face was red. His throat was scratchy. But he had yet to run out of tears.

"Mark." Taeil gently tapped the male to gain his attention. "He's awake." He didn't wait for a response before going back to the room.

At those words, Mark slowly went to sit up. His body ached from shaking so much. Using his hoodie sleeve, he wiped his face again. He inhaled deeply, holding air a few seconds before letting it go. With unsteady legs, he stood to his feet and paused at the doorway.

All the men were crowded around the bed as Johnny gained consciousness. Mark drug his feet to an open spot next to Jungwoo.

Johnny had the black eye half open. He tried to open the other but ceased when a sharp pain shot through his skull. The resulting whine of pain stabbed Mark in his heart causing his fists to clench. The injured man attempted to sit up from his flat position releasing audible groans.

"Don't sit up," many worried voices commanded in near unison. Jungwoo lightly rested his hand on the man's chest to stop any further movement. Heeding to the order, Johnny allowed himself to return to his previous position.

A minute of silence passed.

"What happened?" The voice that broke the silence wasn't the one the boys' were used to hearing. It was weak. It was strained from pain. Johnny sounded about as horrible as he looked. Every word that passed his lips caused him to wince.

No one spoke. Mark could feel the tears growing. He knew he was going to break down once again. The man had cried so much that the back of his head felt tense. There was no way he could be the one to speak and tell his friend. He stared at Johnny's leg cast. This wasn't fair.

The other men were in similar situations, too emotional to tell the man. Jaehyun - who prided himself in being strong in all ways - couldn't udder a syllable. He instead kept his gaze on the heart monitor, ignoring the quiet tears falling from his eyes. Jungwoo was squatted with his hands covering his face, not caring how obvious his cries were. Yuta and Doyoung hadn't stopped looking at the floor since Johnny woke up, neither one wanting to see their friend in this condition. Taeyong's lip was shaking violently as he waited for someone else to please take the lead. Just this once.

It was Taeil who cleared his throat. He quickly swiped at his red eyes. Gathering all the strength required, he began, "There was an accident. You got into a car accident." All the false strength was displayed in his tone but he went on. "While you were turning, a truck hit your car. Someone called 911 and you were bought here."

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed as he took in what he just heard. As the information processed, he began to slowly scan the room. He saw all his friends but someone was missing. Someone very important. His question came out in a croak. "Where's Y/N?"

A wail sounded from Jungwoo. 

Mark needed to leave the room. He couldn't be here for this part. His sneakers squeaked as he spun around to exit. He still had not run out of tears. He closed the door behind him. Returning to his spot in the hallway, Mark resumed his sobs. Falling to the floor, he held his knees and squeezed his eyes shut.

Over his fit, Mark couldn't hear the mumbling from the room. He didn't hear Johnny ask Taeil to repeat himself.

He did, however, hear Johnny's pained scream. He would never forget that sound. He heard Jaehyun finally let out his own sobs. He heard Johnny start to yell to see Y/N. Mark heard a crash and what sounded like the hospital bed shaking. He heard the others urgently call for a nurse. He heard Doyoung beg Johnny to stop and get back in bed. Mark's heartbeat increased.

What he heard next was the door slamming open. Raising his head, Mark saw Yuta run out the room down the hall in search of help. Through the now open door, he could see Johnny wailing on the floor. He used his arms to pull himself forward toward the door since one of his legs was useless. The man looked even worse now than when he first came to. His saline bag pole drug behind him as he crawled. The bed was now displaced by several inches.

Johnny's face was contorted into the most pain Mark had ever seen him in. The swollen shut eye was now visibly throbbing from the tears being trapped behind the enlarged eyelid. The older male's mouth was open but his teeth were clenched together. He shook with every sob he let out, but he kept his crawling constant.

The other men in the room were panicking. They yelled at Johnny to stop but none dared to lay a hand on him in fear of hurting him more. They stood in his path only to be cursed at or crawled around.

Mark was frozen staring at the man as he tried to leave, the visual burning into his memory. It was terrifying seeing him like this. Mark wanted to get up and help the others get Johnny back in bed but his body wouldn't allow it. He instead made eye contact with the male and cried in return.

As Johnny finally reached the threshold, several rapid steps were heard coming from the end of the hall. Mark's focus stayed on the desperate man. The source of the steps entered his vision.

Yuta ran into the room, followed shortly by 3 nurses and a doctor. The doctor went to straighten the bed and the saline stand while the nurses grabbed for Johnny's arms. The man fought them hard, throwing punches and even kicking with his cast to get them off. Eventually, they found a way to get a grip on him. The nurses lifted him off the ground to force him back on the remade bed.

Taeyong, Yuta, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Jungwoo all stood against the walls to stay out of the medical staff's way. The men also were screaming but for the nurses to be gentle and for Johnny to stop fighting.

Taeil walked out the room to Mark's side. Like almost everyone else, Taeil was crying. His tears were especially heavy since he had to be the one to report what happened. He fell to the floor as well. Mark's eyes stayed glued on the commotion in the room despite how much he wanted to comfort the friend beside him.

Johnny tearfully pleaded for the nurses to let him go. He pleaded for them to let him see his Y/N again. Another pained screech ripped from his throat, then the pleading for death started. The kicking and punching had significantly weakened but continued on anyway.

The doctor left the room for a few seconds while the nurse kept Johnny pinned. She returned with a syringe in her hand. Quickly snatching off the cap, she held Johnny's arm in place to locate a vein. Finding what she needed, she cautiously inserted the needle into his arm and pressed the plunger slowly. She began to slide the needle out only to be interrupted by Johnny attempting to snatch his arm back. Letting the syringe stay in place a bit longer, the doctor focused on restraining the man.

Johnny's shouts slowly got quieter until they were just sleepy mumbles about seeing Y/N. He no longer was able to fight, allowing the hospital staff to let him go. The nurses went about fixing everything. They replaced the I.V. in Johnny's arm, placed his leg cast back in the sling, and reattached the heart monitor. By the time they were done and gone, Johnny was back unconscious.

Mark, Jungwoo, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Taeil, Yuta, and Doyoung stayed in the hospital room taking turns crying for their friend and his wife. They attempted to comfort one another only to break down later. Afterwards when they decided that some should go home, they took turns staying with Johnny so that he wouldn't be alone.

"Are you okay," Mark asked.

"No."

It had been a year since Johnny lost Y/N. In that year, Y/N had her funeral, was cremated, and Johnny limited his contact with everyone. Mark had talked to him a total of 9 times in that year, most of those conversations lasting less than 20 minutes.

Neither of the men spoke. Mark didn't know what to say. Johnny didn't have anything to say. It was obvious that Johnny didn't want to have this talk but Mark wanted to know how his friend was doing.

"Aren't you hungry? Let's get something to eat, bro." Mark grabbed the small menu on the table of the cafe. He was trying to spend as much time as possible with Johnny so he figured they could eat while catching up. The only reason he was able to convince him to come out was by blowing up his phone.

"No." Johnny wanted to go home. He appreciated Mark trying to check on him but he wasn't ready. He wasn't over Y/N and honestly, he didn't think he would ever be. He lost his soulmate.

Sighing, Mark sat the menu back down. It hurt to see his friend like this. "Haechan told me to tell you hey."

Johnny only nodded in return, though his sight never left the table.

The quietness was awkward.

Mark cleared his throat. The background ambiance flooded into the space Mark had hoped would be filled with conversation. He bit his bottom lip and scanned the room. There were families laughing, couples giggling, students studying; everyone appeared content except the man across from him. Y/N seemed to have taken that part of him with her.

Mark’s mind began to wonder. Would Y/N’s death affect Johnny as much if they had waited a while longer for marriage? Johnny would have just lost a girlfriend, something the male had had many of in the past.

“Do you regret marrying her?” The question came out softly. Mark felt horrible asking this but he wanted to know the answer.

Johnny was taken aback. What kind of question was that? He furrowed his brows and pressed his lips in a firm line. His stare turned to Mark. “No, I don’t. Why would you ask that,” he interrogated sternly. He held an angry undertone.

“I’m just asking,” Mark hurriedly defended, “I don’t like seeing you like this or ignoring all your friends trying to check on you.” Both of Mark’s hands raised slightly in defense.

“Even if I didn’t marry her, I still would be in love with her.” Johnny continued, “I wouldn’t trade that day for anything. If I could go back in time, the only change I would make is the accident.” He paused for a few seconds to play with his wedding ring. It hasn’t left his finger since his wedding day. “But if she was going to die anyway, at least she left with my last name.” He was now shaking. His voice cracked, “I miss her so much.” 

Mark could tell that his friend was going to cry if he continued talking about his lost love.

“She was my soulmate. Sometimes, I wish I went with her.”

Mark’s heart dropped. “You don’t mean that, man. Y/N wouldn’t want you to think that.”

“I know but Mark, you don’t understand. When you meet the love of your life, you’ll get it. The thought of living without them will be painful. It’s easy to say that I shouldn’t have married her now, but I would have regretted not marrying her more. Back when I told you I was going to propose, you said that getting married was like cutting a piece of yourself to give to someone else. You were right. I gave her a piece of me but she was meant to have it. I’m happy she has it.” Johnny sighed, “Fall in love, Mark. You’ll understand.”

Mark understood. As he held Jackie’s hand in his, he understood.

He was terrified. He knew he was eventually going to lose her. He knew it was going to hurt him, possibly destroying him in the process. After she leaves, he could live the rest of his life without moving on. He could go on mourning until people mourn him, but as he stared into Jackie’s eyes, he knew it was worth it.

Even if Mark knew she would die tomorrow, today would not go any different. Bringing their clasped hands up to his lips, Mark placed a small kiss on them. After today, Jackie would have his last lame, something that would outlast both of them. That was enough for him.

Johnny was right.

Mark’s grandfather went about his lines, his voice thick with age. “We are gathered here to witness the union of Mark Lee and Jackie Garcia in holy matrimony. This is a day of great celebration, for married life - a shared life - is a blessing. As Mark and Jackie embark on this journey together, they’ll be able to nurture a love that makes them better versions of themselves.

“Mark and Jackie, on your journey together, my personal hope is that you 2 cherish each other for as long as you can. Love is effortless but marriage can be another story,” he let out a chuckle. The guests released small chuckles as well. Jackie lightly squeezed Mark’s hand to reassure him. “Love is patient and everlasting, not quitting even when times are hard. Marriage is meant to be a way to show others that love you share, something that will outlast everyone here. I hope that both of you will share this love even when the other expires.

“Mark and Jackie have chosen to write their own vows while trading rings.. With these words, they will each express their love and their promises to one another. With these rings, they will swear to keep those promises. If you are ready, you can start with your intentions to each other. Jackie, when you’re ready, you may begin.” Mark’s grandfather turned to the bride.

Jackie nodded to her grandfather-in-law, and nervously chuckled. “Okay.” Letting out a deep breath, she started out with shaky words. She recited the vows she had been memorizing for the last few weeks. She spoke of her love for Mark, brought up memories of their first meeting, and told of when Mark proposed to her. Jackie went on to list the promises she made to Mark. She promised to take care of him, to not get mad when he works longer than expected, to love him no matter what. Mark almost cried from the love-filled vows. Jackie released his hand to reach for the ring that was in her dress’s pocket. Slipping it on the man’s finger, she smiled the brightest Mark had ever seen.

“That was beautiful. Mark, when you’re ready.”

Johnny popped into Mark’s head again as Jackie rejoined hands. Johnny didn’t regret marrying Y/N. He was grateful for the time they did have. Johnny loved Y/N. Mark was sure that wherever he is, he still does.

Mark loves Jackie. He wants to spend the rest of their lives as husband and wife, no matter how long that may be. With that thought in mind, he started.

“Jackie. I love you so much,” Mark started simply. “You are my best friend, my partner in crime. When we first met, I thought you were,” Mark paused for comedic effect, “a lot.” The guests laughed a bit before quieting back down. “Who wouldn’t though? Your first words to me were ‘your hair is so fluffy, I’m gonna die.’ Now here we are, years later and you tell me the exact same thing everyday. You made me open up in a way I had been resisting, even to my closest friends. You pulled me out of myself. I was terrified of this day but being here with you, having my hands in yours just feels right. Being with you feels right. I want to feel this way the rest of both of our lives, no matter how long that is. That being said,” Mark detached his hands from Jackie’s to reach for the ring in his pocket. With the ring in hand, he held it between them.

“With this ring, I, Mark Lee,”

“With this ring, I, Johnny Seo,”

“cut you a piece of me.”

“cut you a piece of me.”

“Where you go, I will go too,”

“Where you go, I will go too,”

“for you are now the start and end of me.”

“for you are now the start and end of me.”

“Without you, my soul will never be whole,”

“Without you, my soul will never be whole,”

“because you, Jackie Garcia, own the other half.”

“because you, Y/N L/n, own the other half.”

Mark gently caressed Jackie’s left hand to slip the ring on. Her eyes were watery but she threw her head back to prevent the tears from falling. Several sniffles could be heard from the guests as they also held back tears. An extra noticeable sniffle came from behind from Haechan, but Mark opted to ignore his cries in favor of watching his bride.

Mark’s grandfather sighed happily while patting Mark on the shoulder. His eyes displayed his wrinkles from smiling. “By the power vested in me. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss each other.”

Jackie did not hesitate to yank Mark by his hands to connect their lips. He melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around his wife. The guests let out the cheers they had been holding in since the beginning. Mark smiled against Jackie’s lips as he felt her start to cry. Pulling away slowly, Mark pecked her forehead and wiped her tears.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Lee!”

Mark and Jackie intertwined their fingers and faced all their guests who hadn’t ceased cheering for the newlyweds.

Mark knew he made the right decision.

“Mark got married today. I would have told you a while back when I got the invitation in the mail but I didn’t know if I was going. I went but I didn’t say anything to anyone and stayed in the back. Thankfully no one noticed. I would have just ruined the mood. He looked so happy. He's so in love, you should have seen it. He even used my vows to you.

“Do you remember our wedding day? How you were freaking out because most of the guests were from my side of the family while only your parents and grandma were on yours? You were scared that my family would think it was weird. I had to leave the altar just to comfort you!” Johnny let out a sad laugh at the memory.

The wind was blowing gently and the sun was setting quickly. The cemetery would be closing soon but Johnny wanted to talk to his love a bit longer. His fingers glazed her headstone. Y/N was cremated but Johnny needed something after he spread her ashes so here he was, talking to the headstone.

At the memory of the happiest day of his life, Johnny’s eyes grew moist. He continued with a broken voice, “I miss you, baby. I miss you so much. I haven’t been whole since you left. I can’t move on. I want to be with you.” The wind picked up slightly but Johnny could feel it.

“I know.” Johnny laid down to rest his head on the stone. “I know you don’t like when I say that. I’m sorry, my love.”

He stared at the falling sky in silence. He released a shaky breath and felt a tear fall.

“I love you, Y/N.”

[kweebtrash]

Messy (M)

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny (features other members)

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU

Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.

Warnings: drugs, alcohol

Word Count: around 16k

A/N: ‘they’ and ‘she’ are used interchangeably on purpose.

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Three months didn’t seem like a long time, especially with how fast summers usually flew by, but it felt like ages since my last hook up. Most of the guys in my “little black book” were away for the summer while I remained stuck in my stupid college town, holed up in my tiny apartment, only going out to suffer at my mediocre job. Meanwhile, my roommate had Tinder hookups out the ass and was gone almost every other night. I guess I couldn’t complain too much. I had always been pickier than them and maybe, just maybe, I had gotten used to my steady rotation of boy toys. Sooner or later I would have to break the cycle especially since there wasn’t any guarantee that I would see them this semester. Half of them still lived in the dorms because of the exchange student program which sometimes but a hamper on our hookups. I would probably have to get a new bunch to play around with and maybe once in awhile I could hit up an old fling or two when i was really bored. But right now I was suffering and unfortunately craving what I hadn’t had in months. A vibrator or my hand could only do so much. With my upcoming class schedule I felt like i wasn’t even going to have time for hookups no matter how badly I wanted them.

it was the first weekend of the new semester and already I was having sad and pathetic thoughts about my sex life. Thankfully, they were interrupted by my evening alarm going off. Since last semester, I had gotten into the habit of listening to student radio every Friday at midnight. Normally I would never take interest in radio as it was boring, uninteresting, and doused with political commentary but one show had caught my attention.  It was pretty stereotypical; a steady rotation of songs, promoting local music shows, really annoying and irritatingly stupid comments and banter. Nothing too special- except for their voices. It was why I wasted many a nights in my room thrusting whatever instrument of pleasure inside me while I thought how good that voice would sound in my ear while the owner was fucking me from behind. I don’t know why I was so wrapped up in the way it sounded. I just knew the deep and husky tone was the most sensual thing I had ever heard.

I clicked on the radio app and gave it some time, letting the hosts mull over their introductions (the most annoying part) and settle into their planned topics. In between songs, i closed my eyes waiting for his voice to return before slowly creeping my hand into my pajama shorts. His laugh would send tingles throughout my body and I could always tell when he got closer to the microphone. I could hear his shallow breaths, soft clicks of his tongue, and that small hissing sound he made as he sucked air between his teeth when he was thinking about something. There was usually a little ‘hmm’ afterwards and i basically realized I had spent way to much fucking time thinking about it and way too much time jacking off to a disembodied voice that possibly could have belonged to someone ugly and no where near my type. Not that I had planned to meet him anyway but it would have been nice to put a hot face to the even hotter voice to fuel my wet dreams. The hour seemed to fly by and just at the tail end of their outro i came hard, his smooth chuckle fueling the quick circles I made to my clit while my other hand thrusted inside me. My back fell against the mattress, coming down from the small arch i made as I regained my breath. I sighed deeply, realizing i had to get up eventually to wash my hands. I exited out of the radio app and slowly peeled myself from the bed, tossing on my shorts to shuffle out to the bathroom.

My roommate, Quinn, was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, bowl of cereal in hand. “Did you jerk off to the radio show again?”

I threw my head back and sighed, cursing the day that I told them about my secret. Though we shared the same thrill of pleasuring ourselves to the pair of voices, I still felt a little embarrassed about it. “Yes Quinn. I did. Thank you very much for asking.”

“I mean, same. Got 3 out before the half hour mark.” They slurped the milk from the bowl and crunched away at the cereal, absentmindedly watching food shows on our modest sized tv.

“Jesus Christ.” I shook my head at their physical capacity, slightly jealous, but i guess i was more about quality over quantity. “We really gotta stop doing this. It’s kinda sad.” I half joked as i kicked the door to the bathroom partway shut and sat on the toilet.

“Not really. Besides I’m prepping for this semester.”

“Prepping for what? To sleep with everyone on campus?” I laughed.

“Precisely.” They responded in between another round of crunches. “Oh, by the way, Lucas just texted me about a party tomorrow. Well tonight. Want to go?”

“Who’s party is it?” I finished and washed my hands, shaking off the excess water as i headed over to the couch. I plopped down beside them.

“I don’t know. He just said it was some people he met over the welcoming weekend activity thingy. I guess they work for the radio station or something. Anyway, can we go? I wanna drink!” Quinn said.

“You mean, you want me to be D.D. while you and Lucas get hammered and I’m stuck dragging you two home again? No thank you.”

“Aww, c’mon! It’s not always like that! We let you have fun! Pllleeeaassseeeee! What if there’s hot guys there? Oh what if those radio guys are the ones Lucas met!” They gasped and stood up suddenly. “What if we could fuck the hot radio guys?!”

“Oh my god. How about we don’t and say we did? Besides, what if they're gross? I don’t have time for that significant of a let down.”

“Don’t be so mean. People with voices that hot are bound to be good looking.”

“Call me a shallow bitch because I hope to god so but knowing Lucas, they're probably some dumb frat fuckboys and I SEVERELY don’t have time for that. Regular fuckboys are fine, but fraternity ones are the devil.” I sighed and set my feet on the coffee table.

“Well you won’t know until you find out! Please? Please? Please? Please? Pleeeaasseeee?” They whined. “If all else fails you can just hook up with Lucas again!”

I groaned and rolled my eyes far back into my skull. “Fine! Fine. I will take you and Lucas to this party. But if ya’ll get drunk I am leaving you there. Point blank.”

“Ok. Ok. I promise I will try to not get black out drunk this time. I’ll behave.”

I scoffed, knowing damn well that promise wouldn’t be kept and I would still be dragging their ass home at three am with Lucas in my backseat. Suddenly I heard my phone ping from in my room, signaling that I had received a text message. I hauled myself up from the couch with a groan and grabbed it from atop my bed. Well, speak of the devil.

Dumbass Baby Lucas: wyd?

--

I woke up sometime in the late afternoon with Lucas’ arm strewn across my face and him snoring into one of my pillows. I pushed his arm off me and felt around the floor for my phone, groaning as I felt the soreness of my thighs which was  partly from the exertion and partly because i had to be squished to the edge of my small bed to accommodate Lucas’ giant frame. I managed to find my phone and turn the screen on, wincing at the bright light that illuminated my face. I sighed softly, realizing I had to get up at some point, take a shower, eat, and be at least semi productive. Otherwise I would stay home and just fuck Lucas some more and my body needed a few hours to recover before the party. Suddenly I felt his arm wrapped around my waist pulling me close to his warm broad chest. He was always such a cuddler.

“It’s 4 in the afternoon.” I mumbled.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, partly muffled as his lips were buried in the crook of neck and shoulders. “Party’s not until later, we have all day.”

“i would like to get up and eat something at some point in time. And shower. Which you should too. You smell funky.”

“Can we shower together?” I could feel the smirk imprinting my skin.

“You know damn well we cant. As soon as we get in there you won’t keep your hands to yourself and I wont actually get clean.”

“You know i hate keeping my hands to myself. Besides I missed you. You've been stuck here and I couldn't fuck you or Quinn all summer!”

“Boohoo, you big baby. You'll be fine without one shower fuck.” I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, yawning deeply. I shone my phones flashlight on the floor so I could guide my way to my room’s lightswitch when something caught my eye. “Lucas.” I growled.

He let out a childish groan. “Whaaaattt?”

“Didnt i tell you to throw the condoms IN the trashcan?”

“I did!”

“No, you didn’t. You threw them on the floor and now they’re all over my carpet!” I gave his bicep a hard whack. “Get up and clean it!”

He held his arm wincing at the sharp sting. “Ok! Ok! I’m going!”

I turned on the light and grabbed my robe, pulling it on and shuffling out to the kitchen. Quinn was attempting to make breakfast, the smell of burning bread and melting cheese in the air. They took one look at me and shook their head. “Why are you so grumpy? Your dry spell is over no?”

“Lucas didn’t throw any of the condoms in the trashcan that’s literally right beside the bed and they're all over the floor now.”

“Eww, like the used ones?”

“Yes. Cum and all. Go handle your dumbass best friend before I strangle him.”

“Ok, I’m going. Just watch my grilled cheese.” Quinn sighed as they put the spatula down and trudged over to my room. I looked over the grilled cheese, nudging it with the spatula and checking the underside. Way overdone. I sighed and grabbed a plate from the cabinet, sliding the sandwich onto it before retreating to our fridge. It was the end of the month which meant no food as always. The last of the cheese gone. I looked over at the two ends of bread left in the bag on the counter. Last of the bread gone. My stomach growled loudly and i slammed the fridge shut. I didn’t have money but if I begged hard enough I could convince Quinn to let me use their credit card to buy pizza.

I went back to my room, almost kicking the door open as I heard Lucas’ pouty puppy whine which was probably the result of not getting enough cuddles this morning. He was always so needy when he was sleepy. 

“How much money you got?” i asked.

Lucas had gathered the condoms in his hand, finally tossing them in the trash before wiping his hand on his thigh. “Uh...i mean like i got my refund check?”

“No I meant Quinn. How much money do you have on your credit card. I’m hungry, there’s no food, and I need pizza and another 6-pack. I’m running low since Lucas’ drank most of them last night.”

“I have enough. Don’t worry.” They replied.

“I’ll give you money for them i swear!” Lucas interjected. “Or maybe more head? For like a week straight?”

“Head doesn't get me tipsy Lucas. But you can still do that if you want.” I smirked before turning to Quinn. “Can you order it please? I want to shower first.”

“Yeah, yeah...i burnt my dang sandwich anyway.”

“Sweet.” I grabbed my towel from the hook behind my door and shuffled over to the bathroom, feeling the looming presence behind me. “Lucas.” I said sternly.

“I have to pee! Cant I pee?!”

I glared back at him. “Fine. But get out once you're done.” i tossed off my robe and stepped into the shower, yanking the curtain harshly so i could block his view of me. I was ready to have the cool water on my skin to wipe away all the sticky sweat from my body. It was already too hot today.

“Where's the toothbrush i keep here?” he asked after flushing.

“In the medicine cabinet” i grumbled. “Where it's always at.”

I set myself right under the spray of water letting it flow over my hair. My purple dye was looking more like a grayish lavender, making me frown. I was going to look like a hot mess at the first party of the year. Wonderful. Suddenly, Lucas’ hand was in the shower, holding my toothbrush and toothpaste in his fist. He scared the shit out of me but i took them anyway, grateful to get morning breath and the taste of his dick out my mouth.

“When does this stupid party start?” I asked between scrubbing my teeth.

“Whenever we wanna go.” He pulled back the curtain and stepped into the shower making me groan.

“What did i just say?”

He kissed my cheek before picking me up and moving me to the other end of the tub. “Whatever. You love me.” He stuck himself under the shower head while i leaned against the tiled wall in the cold spot.

“Hurry up and get out so i can finish.” I nudged him so he would move out of the trajectory of my toothpaste clouded spit.

“I will.” he said, stepping out of the way. “Quinn and I have got some catching up to do anyway.” He winked at me before leaning over to get the bar of soap in the shower caddy beside me. “You could join us if you want.”

“Not today. Too tired for that.”

“Boo, you're no fun.” He gave me a quick kiss but hovered a little longer by my lips.

“I think the ‘Oh fuck, Eri! SHIT! YES!YES!OH GOD FUCK YES!’ said otherwise, no? Loud ass.” I gave him a slower kiss this time, cupping his chin in my hand while his instantly went to my ass, grabbing it harshly and pulling me closer.

“Are you sure we cant have a little fun in the shower?” he whispered. He placed soft kisses all over my neck and chest making his way lower until he was onto his knees. I saw his brown puppy dog eyes look up at me and he knew i couldn't resist.

“Fine. But just a little bit, ok?” I held his head close as he dove between my thighs, sighing softly as he did what he knew how to do best.

--

Lucas practically ran to the back of the apartment building following the sound of obnoxiously loud music. There were sliding doors that were wide open letting people flow in and out of the first floor apartment to the community pool close by. Wafts of smoke circled the party goers as they chugged bottles of beer, laughing and dancing as they went. “Hurry up!” Lucas called out to Quinn and I. Quinn was a bit faster and more enthusiastic while I took my time, shifting around someone who was already too drunk to function. It was only 10:30 too.

I finally stepped into the apartment, instantly annoyed by the smell of cheap weed and the remixed versions of some top 40 hits blaring from a macbook and speaker hookup. Before i could even make a complaint Lucas was shoving a bottle of apple ale into my hand while Quinn scoped out the party for their next target. “I'm gonna go find the guys I met. I'll be right back!” Lucas screamed over the music. I nodded and waved him off, my eyes honing in at the free bar stool by the kitchen counter. Quinn had followed Lucas leaving me on my own as usual.

I sat down on the bar stool and sipped my ale slowly, having to pace myself in order to be able to drive everyone home. I rested my chin on my hand as i scrolled through my instagram, already yawning and wanting to go back to bed. Even though i slept for about 12 hours i had still spent the night tossing and turning and getting woken up to wandering fingers between my thighs. I took another sip and double tapped my screen, liking some random makeup pic. I barely even noticed the person slide beside me until a plastic shot glass was waved in my face. I moved my head back, surprised at the intrusion before I saw who was offering it. Fuuuuuccckk.

“Well if it isn't my favorite kitten. I didn't know you'd be here.”

“Hi, Ten.” I groaned. He nudged the shot glass towards me again and I took it, knowing i would need it for this conversation.

“Almost didn't recognize you without your collar on.”

“You took the leather one back home, remember?” I rolled my eyes and tossed the shot back, wincing at the burn. “I got stuck with the pink one with the giant bell. Which is not subtle at all by the way.”

“Who said anything about wanting to be subtle?” he took a sip from his solo cup and tapped his fingers on the plastic. “You're my kitten after all.”

“And you’re my puppy whenever you want to not be a brat.” I stole his cup and tossed back a heavy gulp. “What the fuck are you even drinking?” I asked, feeling the sweet and sour taste on my tongue.

“Jungle juice. Whatever favor the purple one is. Anyway...so what's your semester look like?”

“Want to see when I can pencil you in to fuck?” I stated flatly knowing that he wasn't one to beat around the bush.

“Yep.”

“You still rooming with Yuta?”

“What about Yuta?” An arm was tossed around my shoulder and i was pulled into Yuta's chest without warning.

“Is everyone i've ever fucked here??” i almost screamed. Yuta and Ten both looked around.

“Well, there's me, Ten, Taeyong, Lucas and uh….Jungwoo.”

My eyes went wide. “You're shitting me. Please tell me Jungwoo is not actually here.”

“Oh you better believe it.” Ten smirked. “You're number one heartbreaker, honey. Congrats on still being the source of his vendetta for almost the third year in a row.”

“More drinks please. I can't do this right now.” I rubbed my temples while Yuta just laughed at me. Ten retreated to the kitchen, wiggling his smaller frame through some people and filling up a cup with another flavor of jungle juice.

“Aww, Eri. Don't pout. He's just going to hate you for all eternity that's all.” Yuta dug his hand into the bowl of chips in front of me, shoveling them into his mouth. “So like…” He paused to chew and swallow. “When can i tie you up again?” He didn't even look me in the eye when he asked, just took another sip of his beer.

“Gee, i dont know. I had a dry spell for the entire summer and now suddenly everyone I've ever fucked is at this party and i have to get a planner for my dick appointments.” I kinda laughed, trying my best to loosen up. I especially couldn't resist Yuta's smile that made me feel as if the sun radiated from him.

“You complaining about how much you get laid now? When has that ever been a problem for you?” He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to mine. I pulled away before he could sneak the kiss that he wanted.

“i'm not complaining, i guess I'm just a busy person after all. Still got it.” I smirked as Yuta nudged me.

“We fuck you because of your devil vagina magic and because you do just about everything.”

“Ok, first of all, it's not devil vagina magic. Second of all, am i the one who had a fucking machine in his dorm room last year? No.”

“Yeah but you're one it got used on.” Ten interrupted. He set my cup in front of me while he and Yuta put me between them like some sort of kink sandwich.

“Yes, thank you for your input, Ten.” I could feel my cheeks flushing as I remembered that wild session that lasted over six hours.

“Dont you mean ‘sir’?” Yuta chimed in.

I set my head on the counter top and groaned. “Why do ya'll always have to torture me??”

“But baby, i thought you loved getting tortured! I mean that's why you end up up tied and gagged at our place right?”

I whacked Ten upside the head. “AGAIN THANK YOU FOR YOUR INPUT TEN. I don't need to be reminded about what we do.”

“Or maybe you do?” Yuta smirked. “Hows next friday sound?”

“Hmm, maybe not Friday. I think I want her on Thursday. What if you take her on Saturday?”

“I could do Saturday.”

“I'm so glad you both are taking what I want into consideration.” I said sarcastically. “Anyway, Thursday and Saturday is fine. Bring your best shit. We’ve got to start the year off right.” I slid off the bar stool, taking my drink with me and leaving both my doms behind. Playing hard to get and being a brat was my favorite past time with them. I didn’t even take a look back as I exited the apartment, though the temptation was definitely there.

Outside wasn’t much better. It was still hot as hell for the beginning of September and with so many people packed into a small space it made everything hotter. I could feel the sweat start to bead on my forehead. I fanned at my face wishing i had some ice in my solo cup. Across from the pool, I could see my one night stand Taeyong eyeing me though I tried my best to ignore his hungry stare. I also tried not to think about how he pressed me against the door of the empty student affairs office and fucked me so hard it had started to rattle. It wasn't bad at all. In fact it was incredibly hot but we just never talked about it after and I didn't crave him as much. It was a simple fling but maybe he didn't think of it that way. I had been mostly occupied with Ten, Yuta and Lucas for the rest of last semester anyway. Oh and that whole actually going to college thing.

I sunk back against the rough brick of the building, trying to ignore Taeyong and instead scanned the area to see if i could spot Lucas or Quinn. No luck with that.

“Did you come here by yourself?” I heard a quiet voice say beside me.

I looked over at the guy scrunched against the wall, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. He was gorgeous to say the very least. His jawline was from the gods, his eyes were the most perfect almond shape, and his flaming red hair suited his golden skin so well. As soon as i saw his lips pressed against the rim of his cup i knew i wanted to kiss him. “H-huh?” was all i could really manage to say and i hoped to all hell he didn't notice me staring.

“Oh, sorry.” He spoke a little louder. “Did you come here by yourself? You looked like you were trying to get away from the party.”

“No, i'm not by myself but my friends ditched me. I can't find them. I also ran into some...uh...people i knew but i needed a break from socializing.”

“I'm the same, but...were kinda socializing now.” He smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat for a moment. He was definitely going to be my next mistake. I took a long slow sip of my drink before it finally clicked in my head that I should actually introduce myself.

“I'm um-” Shit, what was my name? “Eril- Eri. Just Eri.”

“I'm Taeil. I haven't seen you around before. You go to our college, right?”

“Yep, suffering and in debt like everyone else. Im in journalism so maybe it's because im stuck at the way back of campus with all the writing buildings that we haven’t seen each other before. It's basically a dungeon. I'm trapped.” I let out a bit of nervous laughter which he reciprocated. I figured he was the shy type and I had normally stayed away from those. Too many reminders that I was a shitty heartbreaker. But he was cute and I liked his smile. That was what usually got me in trouble anyway. Taeil was a breath away from responding when the sound of Lucas’ booming voice interrupted us.

“ERI!”

“There you are, you ass.” I was at least relieved that he had found me. “You guys left me all by myself like always. Where the hell is Quinn?” I turned back momentarily to Taeil. “Sorry, i'm babysitting him. He's like a lost puppy.”

Taeil replied with a strained smiled and tipped his cup all the way back. Before i could even say anything else Lucas was dragging me away, his big hand around my arm preventing me from even trying to escape. I looked back at Taeil longingly which he returned with a confused expression. I mouthed another apology to him, hoping that i could maybe resume our conversation later (and get his number). Lucas pushed me into a ring of people, two of which i'd never met before. They were all passing around a blunt, the air surrounding them so thick with smoke that it was almost burning my eyes. I coughed and looked up at Lucas. “Why'd you bring me here?”

He put his arm around me and lowered himself to my ear. “That's Johnny and Jaehyun. The hosts of that radio show you love so much.” He said the tail end of that sentence with such a teasing tone that i just knew Quinn had told him about what we did when we listened to their voices. But now that voice was in front of me and my worst nightmare had turned into the best wet dream. I thought Taeil had made my heart stop  when I saw him but I was fucking deceased when I looked at Johnny. He was tall with shoulders like a goddamn linebacker. His biceps looked absolutely perfect to grab onto while he plowed into me. And though i wasn't much of a fan of smoking the way he exhaled from his full lips gave me goosebumps.

“Well, aren’t you going to talk to him?” Lucas smirked.

“And say what? Let me suck your dick?”

“I mean, it's what you want, isn’t it?”

“Shut up.” i said bitterly as I shifted my weight and stared into my mostly empty cup, trying my best not to drool over Johnny.

“Hey, i'm a good friend and I'm doing you a solid. You need to have some more fun. I mean with someone besides me. Though we can still do that later tonight, if you want.” He followed up his half assed flirtatious statement with a wink.

“For your information, Ten and Yuta are already lined up for next week. But i’m sure you'll come knocking on my door too.”

“Always. You still owe me and Quinn a threesome.”

“We'll see.” I shrugged and finally turned my eyes up. Johnny had been looking at me- or rather looking at my figure-his eyes mostly resting on my thighs. I adjusted the band of my thigh highs self consciously, wondering if he was thinking about my legs wrapped around him like i was. My teeth were starting to dig into my bottom lip as i tried to not focus on those thoughts. Our eyes met again and instead of saying anything he just offered the blunt to me, which i denied. He shrugged, and instead passed it over to Jaehyun who was more than happy to take another hit. Quinn was beside Jaehyun, seeming to already be plotting how to get Johnny's partner in crime into bed. I knew they would convince him soon enough and i'd have to find a way to get them out of his bed in time for us to leave. Lucas had resumed his nature as a social butterfly, ignoring me to settle into another conversation. Everyone had seemed to be paired off now except Johnny and I. He took a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, a quick flash of disappointment on his face as he realized it was empty.

“Fuck.” i saw him mouth. He looked over at me, leaning in close with his hand resting on my lower back. “Want another drink?” He said into my ear.

“N-no um...i'm good. Gotta drive back so...i'm trying to pace myself.”

“That fucking sucks. This is the first party of the year. You should be blackout drunk.”

“Yeah, i’m not a freshman anymore, so that's so not happening.” I chuckled.

“Come get another beer with me then?” he asked which i agreed to a little too eagerly.

He lead the way, wrapping his hand around mine so we wouldn't get separated from the constantly moving crowd. My hand seemed to disappear within his fingers which made me want to melt into a puddle. Big hands were an absolute weakness of mine. We flowed into the kitchen that was even more crowded now as someone had brought in a few more cases of beer and the last of the jungle juice was escaping the pitcher into used cups. Johnny reached into the fridge and got another bottle, pulling his keys out from the pocket of his basketball shorts and flicking the top off with the bottle opener keychain. We moved towards the back of the kitchen to have some room away from the crowd. He didn't say anything, just sipped his drink slowly as i watched his adam's apple bob with each swallow. A partygoer asked us to move so they could reach the trash can behind Johnny. When he complied I was suddenly between his 6 foot tall frame and the wall. His hand rested way above my head as he nodded towards the partygoer with a tight lipped smile. My fingers dug into my own cup, crushing the plastic ever so slightly as i looked up at him. I was rarely nervous to be around a guy no matter how much their smiles, sultry voices, or tall bodies affected me. I had to remind myself that men were toys to me, a way to feign confidence and still get what I wanted. No strings attached with the joy of playing hard to get and emotionally unavailable.

But Johnny was making me feel different and I hated it. I wanted to crush it like an empty beer can and toss it in the trash and never think about it again. Except now he was looking down at me and i couldn't help but notice how the fluorescent lighting of the kitchen caught his brown eyes and turned them into the color of warm honey. If i was a puddle before when he held my hand i was a river now creeping closer to being an ocean and losing a grip on myself.

“What's your name?” He spoke at last.

“Eri...just Eri. You're from the uh….radio show? Lucas told me about you. Well that you guys met…”

He shrugged. “Yeah, he's cool or whatever. He reminds me of how I used to be when I first started college. You friends with him or something?”

“To say the very least.” I laughed nervously and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. Johnny tipped his bottle over, spilling some of his beer into my empty cup.

“So you fuck him? He your boyfriend?”

“God no. I mean i do fuck him but he's not my boyfriend.” I took a sip of the beer, instantly regretting it. The disgusting bitterness reminded me of regurgitated piss in a bottle but my mind was making me keep up my aloof appearance and i forced myself to drink more.

“Cool…Thought i'd ask just in case.”

“Just in case?” I swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he was insinuating.

“Mhm...just in case.” He lowered his head, reaching down to my level, and pressed our lips together. No other words exchanged, just the feeling of the soft skin on skin, melding together in a way that wasn't sloppy or rough but rather a slow and sensual torture. I wanted to push him away; i even pressed my hands against his chest but my body failed to do it. He stepped a bit closer, his bottle free hand coming to cup my chin as his tongue pushed past my lips. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around his neck and instead kept my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles underneath his thin tank top. My nails dug into him slightly and i could feel the quietest of moans reverberate against my tongue. The way he overwhelmed my mouth had me being dragged back in, over and over, until i was breathless and lightheaded. When he finally parted from me, he stepped back as if nothing had happened. He resumed the need to quench his thirst, momentarily dragging his thumb over his lips and looking at it-presumably to check if i had left lipstick behind.

“What was that?” I asked, definitely confused about how he just kissed me and was acting like it didn't phase him at all while i was feeling like i was crashing down from cloud 9.

“What? Don't act like you've never made out with someone at a party before.” He said simply.

Of course I had, plenty of times but never with someone who's voice i had dreamt about for nights on end. Even though I had connected my fantasy to real life and he had kissed me, I still had to see him as just a voice. I had to keep him at a distance to avoid drowning in him. He also had solidified his stereotype of a party fuckboy only looking for one thing. I couldn't be too mad at him. My list of one night stands was ever growing as well but he was kinda being a douche about it. “I've done a lot of things at parties but-”

“Good, then you know how this goes.”

I wanted to deck him right in that perfect pouty mouth of his. And worst of all, it made me want to fuck him even more. My ability to respond was tossed aside as someone he knew came over and they exchanged loud greetings, slapping each others hands before caving into a ‘no homo' bro hug. His care for me seemed to have been thrown out, leaving me stuck in a corner. I quickly texted Quinn, hoping they weren't sucking face (or dick) as of yet and we could meet up. Johnny continued talking, his radio personality showing through more than when he was with me. I mulled over my next move- to ditch Johnny or wait until he was done talking to see if i could get another breathtaking kiss.

I gave my phone one last check to see if Quinn had responded before pushing myself off the wall and moving through the kitchen. My chest slightly brushed against him as i squeezed past. Taking a quick glance back, I caught him watching me from over his friend’s shoulder. I tossed my hair back and kept walking, smirking to myself a bit. He could chase after me if he wanted but i wasn’t going to wait. I made my way towards the sliding doors, ready to return outside when I was surprised to see another boy I knew. Luckily, he was one that I hadn't slept with. Instead, Doyoung was one of my good friends. Usually he was the one to reel me back in when I got lost in sex filled hazes and needed to concentrate on my life, my job, and school. Having me as a friend was never easy when you had to be the voice of reason. I had never actually seen him at a party let along drinking. I wanted desperately to go talk to him, especially since I hadn't seen him all summer, but he was sitting next to Jungwoo. I was too much of a coward to go down that road so I settled for a small wave, hoping that I might catch Doyoung’s attention instead. His big bunny eyes zeroed in on me and he waved frantically before making his way over.

“Eri! I missed you!” he said before squeezing me to his chest. I could feel the icy cold glass of his beer bottle between my shoulder blades as he held me.

“I did too but more importantly what are you doing drinking?”

He blushed and hid the bottle behind his back, feigning innocence. “Me? Drink? No way! This is uh...um...you know, soda.”

I poked his shoulder playfully. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You're supposed to be the good one.”

He shrugged and stared down at his shoes. “This was the first time i was ever invited to a party so I thought i'd at least try it. Who did you come with?”

“Lucas and Quinn, the usual. I was babysitting them but Lucas is bouncing around and Quinn has their eyes set on Jaehyun.”

“Jaehyun? The guy from the radio show?”

I nodded.

“Ah...tell her to be careful with him. I've heard some stuff about him and Johnny.”

“Oh?” I raised a brow, my interest peaked. “Like…?”

“That they’re notorious for sleeping around.”

“I mean apparently me too. Have you seen who is at this party?” I laughed.

“Yeah but you don’t have that much under your belt. I’ve heard that they’re like in the 30s or higher for the number of people they’ve slept with. They're kinda gross.” Doyoung made a face of disgust before he took another sip of beer. “Just please tell Quinn to be careful. I don’t want her getting hurt.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I wanted to hook up with Johnny. He would be even more worried and i needed to do my best to keep an eye out on him now that he was drinking. I couldn’t take care of three drunks all at once. I gave him another hug and sighed. “I promise i'll take care of them. And i need you to promise me you wont get too crazy with those beers.”

“You won’t see me passed out i swear! Anyway, come sit with us. We need to catch up.”

“Uh...Jungwoo's there. It's gonna be weird.” I said, nervously.

“No, no. It's totally fine. Besides Ten and Yuta are there too. Taeyong went to the bathroom for a sec. It'll be fine.”

He took my hand and lead me to the group that had taken over the sofa. Jungwoo left as soon as i sat down much to my dismay. I wasnt surprised though. Doyoung tried his best to make him stay but it didn’t help that Ten and Yuta started teasing me for being a heartbreaker. I rolled my eyes and hit them both while Doyoung tried to tell us to behave like he was our mom, making all of us laugh. Somehow hanging around the people I fucked made me feel better and less miserable at this party. It wasn’t so bad after that and our alcohol fueled antics lasted hours. It was full of flirting, a few neck kisses from Yuta, and cute smiles between me and Taeil once he joined our little group. Ten kept close to me, whispering about his plans for next Thursday. Every once in awhile i would catch Johnny circling around. He was keeping his distance from me but our eyes kept meeting every chance they got. He was making a show of wrapping random girls in his arms, smacking their asses, running his fingers through their hair or pulling them close for a kiss but never completing it. He was being a tease and i didnt know if it was solely for them or to be an asshole to me. We knew we had our eyes on each other. I had to admit the best part was having a bunch of guys lust over me while i pick and choose who i wanted for the evening. Johnny was still top tier in the back of my mind. Those basketball shorts barely left anything to the imagination and I was falling deeper into his thirst trap.

Around 3 am the party had died down leaving just a few of us behind. We had gathered by the pool this time, even though it was after the allowed hours, preferring the cool summer night breeze than the stuffy apartment. I sat on a lawn chair, my mind fuzzy and tingling with the small buzz I had going on. I had continued to down a few more ales, some bourbon, whiskey and 1 terrible harsh shot of vodka. Even though i knew i was going to feel like shit tomorrow and that i was supposed to be driving home, i couldn't help myself. For the moment i had forgotten about Johnny, especially since he was still dipping in and out of view. I had instead turned all my attention towards Taeil who was getting closer and closer to taking me home. His sweet demeanor was taking over and I loved the way his cheeks flushed and how his lips curled into a smile with every one of my coy laughs. He pushed his bright red hair back, pretending he wasn’t noticing how close i was getting to him. I listened intently to how Taeil was going to be a tutor for some core classes at the library and I made sure to put emphasis on the fact that i would be definitely needing his help sooner rather than later. His hand came to rest on my knee, slowly edging towards the band of my black thigh high. I joked about having a school fantasy and hoping he would punish me which sent his hand back to cover his face as he blushed harder. Oh, he was just too damn cute. I scooted the lawn chair closer and took his hands in mine, running my thumbs over his knuckles and wondering what his fingers would feel like down my throat.

“I mean, we dont exactly have to wait until next week. We could...have a little study session of our own tonight. I’m so terrible at math.” i giggled.

Taeil folded our fingers together and cocked his head to the side, leaning in just a bit. “Well i should probably tell you something first…”

“Tell me anything, Tae.” I closed my eyes and waited for his lips but instead i felt a harsh yank on the belt loop of my shorts. Taeil backed away again, releasing my hands instantly and looking up at the person behind me. I craned my head backwards to see Johnny looking down at me. He had yet another blunt in his hand, his eyes looking much redder than the last time I saw him.

“We're playing ‘Strip Never Have I Ever’. You want in?” He sniffed.

“What is ‘Strip Never Have I Ever?” Taeil questioned.

“Basically you say something promiscuous that you haven’t done and everyone who has done that thing takes off an article of clothing.” I explained.

“I think I should sit this one out. I'm not one for getting naked in front of strangers.”

“Come on Taeil. Dont you want to see her naked? Even just a little bit?” Johnny seemed to be glaring at Taeil now, a bit of tension rising between them.

Taeil scoffed. “I'm not like you Johnny. I’d rather take my time.”

“Still playing that innocent shit, huh?” Johnny took another toke, the fingers of his free hand still wrapped in my belt loop, pulling me back towards him.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Johnny scoffed. “Of course you dont.” He rolled his eyes. “You never do.”

“Johnny, your jealous side is showing again.” Taeil set his chin on his hand, a smirk tweaking at the sides of his lips.

“So…are we gonna stop this pissing contest and play or…?” I said, a bit annoyed at their tense banter.

“Yeah, sure babe.” Johnny said as he finally broke the glaring contest between he and Taeil.

I removed Johnny's hands from my shorts and stood up, focusing my attention to the other man. “Would you mind getting me another beer and whatever else is laying around, please?”

He nodded and stood up, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Sure thing. Save me a spot by you. I'll play just because you are.” He headed back towards the sliding doors leading to the apartment leaving Johnny and I by ourselves.

“Dont let him fool you.” Johnny said once Taeil was out of ear shot.

“Oh he's fooling me? Funny. I kinda heard the same thing about you. It also just sounds like you might be jealous.” I crossed my arms under my chest, looking up at him.

“Jealous is hardly the right word. But if you want to be disappointed tonight then go with him.”

“You dont think i’d find you disappointing? Not even in the slightest?” I teased.

“I know you wouldn’t be. I’m not fooling you on anything. You can see for yourself later.” He grabbed a hold of my hip and pulled me closer to him.

“How many girls did you use that line on tonight? The blonde? Both the brunettes? The girl with the orange hair?”

“How many times did you let Yuta kiss your neck? Or let Ten almost try and choke you in front of everyone?”

“He wasn’t going to choke me...that time. But i guess you were watching me as much as i was watching you.” I said, knowing it was the truth.

“I just want to get you out them shorts is all. Who do you think suggested the game?” He winked at me before heading over to our circle of friends who were drunkenly calling out for us to join them. Taeil came back then with some beers and a cup of whatever he had concocted. Our spot was between Ten and Johnny but I had noticed Doyoung swaying while Yuta tried to steady him. I went over to them giving my sweet boy the once over.

“How many has he had? I asked.

“Literally like three beers. He’s such a lightweight.” Yuta teased.

I hit his shoulder gently. “Be nice. Doyoung, do you want to go home with me later? You can sleep on the couch.” I pet back his dark hair as he giggled.

“Im cool, im cool, im coooooolll. I got this!” Doyoung pawed at my hand, willing me away from him. “I'm not a baby, Eri!”

“I'm just worried about you is all. Don't get too crazy.”

“Let him be, you party pooper!” Quinn chimed in.

“You hush! You're already sloshed and I’m surprised you're not already naked.”

“Isn't that what this game is for?” They replied.

I sighed. “I guess I will have three babies to take home tonight.” I booped Quinn on their forehead gently before sitting back in my spot. “Who's starting first then?

“I'll do it!” Quinn offered. “Never have I ever been tied up.”

“Oh come on! Really?!” I said as Ten, Yuta, and I booed at them. Of course we were the easy targets with all the shit we had done together. I tossed off a sneaker while Ten went to take off his collar.

“Nah-uh. Jewelry doesn’t count. Clothes only.” Taeyong interjected.

“Damn, dont be so eager to see me naked.” Ten tossed off his black v-neck while Yuta kicked off a sandal.

Quinn nudged Doyoung signaling him to go but he had such a bad case of the drunken giggles it took him minutes to compose himself and think of something. I resisted the urge to facepalm as i watched him. “Doyoung, honey. Go lay down.” I pleaded.

“No! I got it! Never have i ever s-smoked weed!” He burst into another round of giggles before Jaehyun scoffed.

“That's fuckin’ wack! Here.” Jaehyun took the blunt out of Johnny’s hand and handed it over to Doyoung. “Inhale and hold it in for a bit.”

“No! No! Dont you dare!” I blocked Jaehyun from passing the blunt over. “Hes already drunk from a few beers. He's gonna lose it from one toke. Just take off your clothes so we can move onto Yuta.”

“You first.” He snapped back at me.

I stuck my tongue out at him. “It doesn’t apply to me, jackass.”

“Well maybe if you smoked a bit too then you wouldn’t be so bitchy. Let him have fun.”

“Why dont you fucking eat my ass, dipshit.”

“Wait no, can you please do that to me instead?” Quinn said suddenly.

“Will ya'll shut up and get back to the game? Doyoung’s smoking anyway.” Yuta snorted before falling into a laughing fit himself. While i had been fighting with Jaehyun, Doyoung had stolen the outstretched blunt and inhaled deeply. I could tell the moment he felt the burning in his chest. His eyes watered as he sputtered and coughed. Jaehyun cackled as he took the blunt back, getting in a hit of his own.

“You sure you don’t want any, goodie two shoes?” Jaehyun offered again.

“Id rather not.” I flicked his snapback off his head. “There. One article of clothing down. Yuta, please go before I strangle him.” I scooted back to my spot, a permanent pout on my face.

“You need to chill out.” Johnny whispered as he leaned in close to me. “You’re so tense. You know what would help with that?”

“Having my friend returned home safely and not passed out in his own-”

“Never have i ever had office sex!” Yuta exclaimed.

My mouth hung open, the rest of my statement dissipating in the air.

“Oohhh he got you and Taeyong!” Ten laughed. “Take it off, baby! Take it off!”

“Did you two really fuck in an office?” Jaehyun asked, staring at Taeyong and I. “Where even at?”

I chucked off my other shoe and grumbled as Taeyong pulled his shirt over his head. “Office of student affairs last semester.” he answered.

“Well damn, student affairs is right.” Johnny laughed.

I shrugged. “Shit goes down in offices and so does Taeyong.” There was a chorus of ‘ooohs’ as Taeyong gave me the finger.

“Fuck off. I made the door shake, didnt i?”

“It was up against the door??” Taeil asked, surprised.

Dammit, I really didn’t need him to hear my history now. Yuta was out to get me, Doyoung was already fucked up, Taeil was going to find out all the dirty things I’d done with almost everyone in this group and it was only the 4th round. Ten cleared his throat as I dodged Taeils question even though he was poking my side to tease me.

“Settle down children, settle down. I got a semi decent one. It’s easier to think about what i have done instead what i haven't. Anyway, never have I ever had like slow or sensual sex.”

“What!? That's a fuckin’ lie. Even i've done that. What about your first time?” Lucas interjected.

Ten shrugged. “Nope. Not really. I wasn’t nervous so we just kinda...did it. So, come on. Give something up.” Most everyone lost an article of clothing. I was curious to see that Taeil had only lost a shoe during the weed round but didnt remove anything else this time around, which meant he was either just as kinky as Ten or a complete virgin. I didn’t see him as the latter so my interest was extremely peaked at this point.

“Aren’t you going to take something off?” I asked him, returning his teasing notion.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” He winked at me and i couldn’t help but giggle as I felt the blush start to creep back into my cheeks. I tried to hide it by busying myself with trying to get one of my thigh highs off and deflect my infiltrating thoughts of a kinky Taeil when i felt Johnny's hand over mine.

“Leave those for last.”

“What for?” I asked, barely looking back at him.

He smirked and rubbed his thumb gently across my thigh. “I like them. They look good on you.”

“You're going to have to do some better convincing than that.”

Johnny grabbed the collar of his tank top and pulled it over his head leaving him bare chested and my mouth watering. I drank in each muscle he had on his torso, wanting to kiss every inch of him and follow that cute little happy trail to what was under his shorts. I was silently begging to get more rounds in as soon as possible.

“Convinced yet?” he asked, cockily..

I rolled my eyes, pretending that it was such a hassle for me to leave my socks for last. However, I stood up and undid the buttons of my high waisted shorts, shimmying them down my thighs before kicking them behind me. I adjusted my lacy black panties, feeling all eyes on me.

“Why is there even a bow on the back?” Taeyong asked.

“Because my ass is a present, thanks.”

“Gimmmeeeeee!” I heard Quinn say, making grabby hand motions at me.

“No, you get it tomorrow, if you're good!” I joked.

“You guys are gonna fuck?” Jaehyun asked, looking at Quinn curiously. “Can I watch?”

“Nope sorry, that is off limits. For my eyes only.” Lucas said, beckoning for Jae to share the blunt he was still working on. He passed it over to Lucas who took it graciously.

“What do you mean for your eyes only? Share the wealth.” Jae said.

“How about no one watches anything. We’re not a damn spectacle. What Quinn and I do is none of your business. ANYWAY, Taeil your turn. Please go. Please.”

“Shoot. Uh…” He looked around at all of us trying to think of a good statement. “Um...never have I ever had a one night stand?”

“Really??? That's literally like...my entire life.” Lucas laughed.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “Never had a one night stand...pfft okay.”

Taeil just laughed. “Dont be mad because you're losing, Johnny”

“Yeah me and practically everyone else.” Johnny tossed off his snapback while i realized i had to discard my shirt. Technically, i didn’t but i decided to appease Johnny a little bit longer and leave the thigh highs for last. I pulled my crop top over my head, revealing my bare chest (who had time for fucking bras anyway) before pulling my hair over my shoulders to have a little bit of coverage. Lucas whistled at me, giving me a wink which made me roll my eyes. Johnny licked his lips, a smile on his face while Taeil tried to sneak looks without being too obvious, which he was failing at. I hugged my knees to my chest and realized that it was actually my turn to go.

I had to think of something i had never done. Not that it specifically had to be something sexual, but that was definitely more fun than ‘Never have i ever been to Korea’. “Oh! I got it. Never have I ever eaten ass before.”

“Boo, you whore!” Ten said, taking off his fishnet shirt and tossing it at me. I caught it and laughed, knowing that we were still neck in neck in the race to lose first. Quinn, Ten, and almost surprisingly Yuta discarded another piece of clothing. Only a few more rounds and someone would be naked. Lucas was coming up quick, only having his underwear (presumably) and shorts on.

It was up to Johnny now. I looked over at him as he switched his preference to a cigarette. I definitely was wondering what he was going to say. He exhaled slowly before speaking. “Never have i ever done anal.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taeyong slurred a bit as he had been nursing his drink. “Giving or receiving?”

“Either or. Any anal at all.”

Quinn, Lucas, Ten, Yuta, and I pulled off yet another article of clothing. I wasn’t going to take off my underwear just yet so one thigh high came off. I set it in Johnny's lap, mouthing a fake apology coupled with a shrug. He tapped his ashes into an empty beer bottle and sighed. “Damn, was really hoping you'd take those panties off first.”

“Of course you were.” I snatched his cigarette from him and took a deep drag, frowning when i tasted the menthol. Ugh, fuckboys always smoked menthols. He let me keep it though, enjoying the disgusted face i made.

“Alright, Taeyong, Lucas is down to his undies. How are you gonna get him out of them?” Quinn asked as they leaned on Jaehyun's shoulder.

“Not that I want to see him naked but never have I ever had public sex.” He said.

“You fucked in an office!” Yuta protested.

“I meant like a park or parking lot or something!!”

“Well, there we go.” Lucas stood up and dropped his briefs before sprinting towards the pool, landing with a huge splash and getting water everywhere. “We better figure out who's runner up so I wont be in this pool by myself!”

“You're the idiot who jumped in there! Besides it's your turn!” Taeyong tossed a beer cap at Lucas who dodged it. I had to rid myself of the other thigh high for the public sex and i was definitely afraid of having to lose my underwear from what Lucas was going to say.

“Shit. Ok. Uh… got it! Never have i ever sucked dick before.”

Ten and I both collectively groaned as we were deemed the next losers. Johnny had the biggest smile plastered on, his eyes glued to me as i rested my hands on the waistband of my panties. I didn’t want to take them off and was hoping that everyone would magically forget that i had ever sucked their dicks before. Ten on the other hand was already tossing off his pants. Ten rarely wore underwear, if ever, so his pants were the last article of clothing he had on. Never ashamed of being naked, he joined Lucas in the chilly pool water.

“Eeeerrrriiiiii. Come on. Be a good girl and take them off!” Lucas teased.

“Shut up! Maybe i don't wanna!” i buried my face in my knees. I was already losing my buzzed feeling and embarrassment was taking over at the prospect of losing my last bit of clothing around 3 new people and my baby Doyoung.

“Dont be a wimp.” Johnny said as he dug his finger into the waistband of my panties and snapped it against my skin. “These definitely need to go.”

I didnt bother looking up, only swatted at his hand, trying to get him away from me. “Will you stop it!”

“Toss her in if she doesnt do it!” I heard Ten yell.

“What! Don't you dare!” I felt Johnny's strong arms wrap around my waist as he hauled me up easily. I kicked at him as i tried to cover my chest but he wasn't budging.

“One last chance, sweetness.” He said lowly against the sensitive skin of my neck. It was that voice...the one i listened to, the one i dreamt about, the one that turned me on in an instant. I shivered against him, suddenly taking in how warm he felt and the bulge in his boxer briefs pressing into the small of my back. I looked up at him, my breath a little heavier. There were plenty of chants and whistles especially since almost everyone was abandoning whatever they had left on and jumping in.

“Let me go! I have to check on Doyoung!” I half lied. I actually did want to check on him as he had curled up in a small ball and passed out.

“Dont worry. I'll take care of him. You two have fun.” Taeil said tensely as he hauled Doyoung to his feet.

“Oh we fuckin’ will. Bye Taeil.” Johnny smirked. I wanted to elbow Johnny for being a dick to Taeil. I tried to hit his chest but he just grabbed onto my boobs and squeezed them. I tried to pry his hands off me, telling him to let me go as Taeil passed us.

The redhead turned back to us. “Hey Eri.”

I looked up at him, mid-squirm. “Y-yeah?” 

“Don’t forget to come to the library, ok? Ill give you a good lesson.” He winked at me before leaving the pool area with Doyoung stumbling beside him.

My mouth hung open momentarily but i was finally able to shove Johnny off me. I covered my chest and smiled at him. “Um, you bet...see ya.”

“Are you gonna get fucking naked or keep making kissy faces at Taeil all night?!” Ten yelled before splashing water at me.

“Ass!!” I screamed. Suddenly i felt a hand on my back and i was pushed in, sinking into the deeper part of the pool. My body struggled to accommodate my lack of height and inability to swim. Lucas scooped me up against him and i was grateful he stopped me from choking. 

“I hate all of you.” I sputtered.

“We just love seeing you wet is all.” Ten chimed in sarcastically. I splashed water in his direction as Lucas still tried to hold me up. Ten stuck his tongue out at me. “Dont you have to go to the kiddie side of the pool?”

“Oh youre one to talk!” I said splashing at him again. “You little shit!”

“Why are you so angry all the time?” Taeyong said as he finally slid into the pool along with Jaehyun and Quinn.

“Dont you know, all she does is bite and scratch.” Yuta snorted.

“I haven’t had any complaints yet.” I shot back at him. “Lucas will you let me go? Im leaving you fuckers and going where i can’t drown.”

Lucas shrugged and let me waddle to the opposite end of the pool. I was hoping that my makeup wasn’t running down my face and making me look like a Dali painting. I was busy pressing my index finger to my lashes trying to make sure my mascara wouldn’t fall into my eye that i had hardly noticed that i couldn’t move any further. I was up against the side of the pool, a position i was apparently getting used to being in tonight with Johnny around. He had his hands on either side of me, that same smirk on his lips as he knew he had me right where he wanted. “You still haven’t taken off your panties.”

“Yeah well you haven’t taken your underwear off either!” I said looking down at his waist through the blue tinted water.

“I didnt lose. You did. And you have to play by the rules.”

“Hah. Playing by the rules didn’t get me where i am today.”

“Almost naked in a pool about to get fucked, you mean?”

“Precisely.” I replied, thrilled at his renewed interest. “But i'll give you the age old ultimatum. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Done.” He reached under the water and wiggled out of his boxer briefs, throwing them poolside. I swallowed hard, my head tilting to the side as i saw him. “Off. Now.” he commanded.

I stood frozen for a second still staring until i felt his hands on my hips pulling the soaked fabric down, not waiting for my go ahead. I kicked my legs out of my panties and he set them beside his. “There, now was that so hard?”

“No but Im sure you will be.”

“Halfway there.” His hands slid down the curve of my hips to cup my ass and pull me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, almost afraid that he was going to somehow launch me back underwater.

“I take it you're an ass man?”

“I'm an everything man. I don’t normally go for chicks that look like you but…” He licked his lips as he looked down at me flushed against his chest.

“Well don’t i feel special! I’m not the fuckboy's type but he still wants to fuck me. Oh me oh my!”

“Well compared to your track record over there.” Johnny nodded towards the band of idiots that i had all slept with. “I say i'm not your type either, Ms. Kink loving, anal-having, office sex wanting fuckgirl.”

“Did you take a look at Lucas? You're both big and tall with hands that could…” I refrained from saying what was on my mind.

“Hands that could what?” He tilted my chin up and traced the outline of my bottom lip with his tongue before giving me a chaste kiss. “That could finger you so deep and hard that you cum in minutes?”

“W-well i-”

He gave me another kiss, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth just a bit and sucking on it. “Or hands that could bruise your hips as i fuck you from behind?”

“You really think you're that good?” I panted as I managed to find my voice again.

“So i’ve been told but the dozens and dozens of chicks that have been in my bed.”

“Well you've never had me in your bed and to be honest i'm the only one that matters.”

“Damn. Where was that confidence when you needed to take off your panties, huh? Or do you just like to be a cocky little shit when you're about to get some?” Johnny said.

“Ask Ten. He'll tell you I can be a bit of brat when I want to be.”

Johnny chuckled. “I can definitely see that. Gonna have to find a way to occupy that mouth instead.”

“I can think of a few ways.” I pulled his head closer to mine and closed that minuscule distance between us again. I was eager to make him stop talking and instead focus everything he had on kissing me. He hoisted my leg around his waist, digging himself deep between my thighs. His hand then slid up my leg until it gripped my hip, guiding me to grind against him. Barely audible sighs of pleasure were exchanged between us. Every parting of our lips was a chance for our tongues to collide while every closing enacted bites and warm sucks. His other hand slid down my stomach to my parted thighs, his thick fingers caressing what i wanted him to touch the most.

The first finger was tentative, easing in with languid rubs and curling every time my breath would catch in my throat from his kiss. The smirk against my lips told me he was toying with me, wanting to draw out my torture for as long as possible. He pulled one last kiss before moving his attention to my neck. My forehead rested around his shoulder, my hands pressed between his shoulder blades. “You like this, dont you?”

“You’re hotter when you dont talk.”

“What?”

I looked up at him and pressed my finger to his lips. “Dont talk. Just keep fingering me.”

His tongue clicked against his cheek as he shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t stop his fingers though, instead he pressed another into me as his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of my neck. My teeth bit down onto my bottom lip, shielding my moan from escaping. I rolled my hips deeper, wanting him to prove exactly how fast he could make me cum.

Suddenly a huge splash doused us, making Johnny pull away from me completely. “What the fuck!?” He yelled, wiping the water away from his face. Lucas had a giant grin on his face while Ten and Yuta were making fake orgasmic sounds and screaming “Yes daddy!”

“Are ya'll really about to fuck in this pool in front of us?!” Lucas laughed.

Crap. I had literally been so caught up in Johnny i totally had forgotten we were basically putting on a show. I shoved Johnny away and tried to cover myself knowing full well those three idiots would give me shit for it later. I tried to find an escape route but i realized my clothes were strewn about and there were no towels in sight. I would have to rush out naked and try and gather everything while the boys continued their bickering. I walked up the small ladder and out of the pool, hustling to gather my clothes and tiptoe through the grass, hating the way the blades were sticking to my feet and the dirt was becoming muddy from my dripping.

I went into the apartment, awkwardly standing around since i didn't know which room belonged to him. I needed a damn towel asap. A breeze was flowing through the open doors making the pool water turn icy on my skin. “Tell me again why you fuck those idiots?!” Johnny shouted as he came into the apartment.

I shrugged. “Same reason we were gonna hook up. I’m horny and you’re hot. But right now I’m freezing. Do you have a towel?”

“Yeah,” He rolled his eyes and headed over to the door on the left, kicking things out the way as we stepped through. “Come on.” I followed him into his room. There were clothes everywhere as well as old condom wrappers, fast food bags, and empty starbucks cups. I stared at the mess in disgust then up at him as he handed me a towel. “Did you get that from the floor?” i asked.

“You wanted one, didn’t you?”

I stared at him, squinting slightly. “Did you get this from the floor?”

“It was from behind my damn door, ok? You gonna dry off so we can fuck or what?””

I rolled my eyes and took the stupid towel, drying off as best as i could. My hair was a mess and I pulled it up into a bun, still feeling the pool water drip down my neck. Johnny tossed his own towel on the pile of dirty laundry after he dried off and stepped closer to me. “Now where were we?”

I sighed. “I actually should probably get going. It's getting late…”

“And?”

“And i'm tired. I'm gonna have to fish out Quinn and Lucas.”

He licked his lips and pushed his jet black hair back. “You literally were begging me to keep fingering you in my pool. You think i'm gonna let the boys you play with ruin the mood? Come here.”

“They don’t matter right now but I-”

His hands were on my hips then, lifting me up easily. My body instinctively wrapped my limbs around him, shocked senseless at his first move. My mouth was suddenly dry as we were now on the same level and his eyes met mine. I was trying to say something, anything at all, but i was sure my mouth was just doing the motions and making me look like a gaping fish. He carried me over to his bed laying me down and spreading my knees apart. “We were here, right?” He asked as he rubbed his fingers through my folds, making purposeful stops at my clit and rubbing the smallest of circles before diving his fingers back down again.

My eyes fluttered closed and I nodded my head. My hips followed each languid stroke, wanting him to touch every nerve i had. I could feel the droplets of water from his bangs splatter onto my stomach, the iciness making me twitch as my skin started to heat up. His lips kissed away the droplets, his tongue tracing intimate patterns into my skin. I felt a small bite right above my hip bone and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, keeping my decibels down. His eyes flickered up towards me, an expression of curiosity within them.

“You’re quiet.” He stated, almost surprised. “Aren’t you going to start moaning?”

“You haven’t don’t enough to make me moan.” I fibbed. “Remember what i said before? You're hotter when you don’t talk.”

“Fine. Whatever.” He moved himself slowly up to meet my face as his fingers dug into me, a steady beat of push and pull while his thumb focused those teasing circles against my bundle of nerves again. “I just figured you’d start screaming my name sooner or later.”

“Ugh, no thank you. You still haven’t proved any-” The end of my sentence turned into a sharp inhale of breath as he curled his fingers against my walls, pressing into a spot i could rarely reach on my own.

“What was that?” he smirked.

I gripped onto his bicep, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to match his motions. I rolled my body with each curl of his fingers, bounced my hips with each harsh thrust, and arched every time he would graze against that devilish spot. I could feel him watching me beneath him, my chest heaving as i desperately wanted to cum already. My tongue parted my lips, licking them slowly before i caved in and moaned. At this point I was still determined not to say his stupid name or beg for that matter but he sure as hell was making it hard. I dug my nails into his tender skin just as his knuckles hit my entrance, filling me completely with the thickness of his fingers.

“Damn…” I heard him whisper amidst my whimpers and the sounds of him working through my slickness. His lips brushed against my ear, his warm breath tickling my lobe as that deep, silky smooth voice left him. “You're gonna look so good wrapped around me.”

That was the cheesiest and wackest line I had ever heard but that voice made my entire face flush and my body clamp down on him tight. That stupid voice. I hated what it did to me. I hated that it sent my mind reeling back to all the nights I had masturbated to it over the radio. I tried to protest but no words were coming out. He was working himself faster now, a rough cycle of ‘come here’ motions and thrusts that had me helpless. I arched my hips again, my toes digging into his calves as i was ready to fall into my orgasm. Then he pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the sheets, and leaving me out in the cold. He got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rifling through his top drawer.

I glared at him, a rough and annoyed breath slipping out. Did he really just leave me hanging like that? I sat up on my elbows, seeing a flash of gold in his fist. “First of all, fuck you. Second of all, why did you stop, you shitty tease?”

“I had to get a condom? Im not gonna fuck you without one.” He tore open the package and slid the rubber on before making his way back to me. He was ready to resume his place above me but my heart leapt into my throat as I saw him fully.

“WHOA! PAUSE! PAUSE!” I exclaimed, outstretching my hands to keep a bit of distance between us. “Why didn't you tell me you had….all of that!?”

He shrugged simply. “It was kinda cold in the pool. Does it matter?”

“Yes it matters! That’s...!” I covered my face as I flopped back onto the mattress, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t going to be so bad. So far Lucas had been the biggest I had ever had and he was mostly length. Johnny was on a different level and i was convinced i was going to die from him scrambling my insides. I felt him ease my face back towards his before pulling my hands away.

“Chill. Im not gonna barge in there. I have done this a few times before, you know.” His eyes raked over my body as he licked his lips. “Just relax for me, baby. I swear i'll treat you right.”

I almost gagged as his tired old lines. “Yeah that's easy for you to say. You're not the one about to have your guts in your throat.”

“Jesus, if you want to puss out on me just tell me so I don’t have to waste my time anymore. I could’ve had someone else here instead.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, i doubt it with the way you were begging me to keep my thigh highs on and sit by you.” I sighed softly. “Just….go slow. Or else i'll hit you.”

“If you do i'll kick your ass out. I dont care.”

I pouted and looked away, my cheeks still warm. “Fine….sorry.”

It was his turn to sigh before pressing his lips to mine way softer than he had before. The tip of his cock was already trying to sink into me and i forced my body to relax as much as possible. I focused on his lips, the way he felt against me, his hands rubbing up and down my hips and thighs, and the soft groans he was slipping into my mouth. He would stop every so often when i would wince or become too tight for him.

I adjusted myself beneath him, trying to gauge how much he had left until he was almost completely inside me. We avoided eye contact this time though his thumb was making lazy swipes on my hip. I did appreciate that he wasn’t so much of an asshole and took his time with me. It was actually pretty...cute. I wanted him to feel good, for us to feel good, while he fucked me. Feeling him already so warm and stretching me to my limits was starting to make me squirm in anticipation.

Minutes went by as he alternated between minuscule thrusts and sucks to all my erogenous zones, trying to turn me on more to pull my wetness around him. Eventually his thrusts became more fluid and less overwhelming as I finally adjusted. I pulled his head closer, licking his lips slowly before giving him a firm chaste kiss. “I want you to fuck me, ok?”

He nodded quickly, switching his tactics instantly. He took control of my mouth again, commanding my tongue as he pulled his hips back slowly. The returning thrust was a harsh snap and it made me sink my nails deeper into his flesh. He paused again, gauging if it was too much for me to handle. I shook my head and breathed out a shaky ‘dont stop’. He gripped the edge of the mattress just above my head, using it as leverage to work himself into a faster tempo. The pain was underlying the pleasure still but i didn't mind it at all now. I was faltering back against him, a cadence of mewls and strangled breaths tumbling from my lips. His teeth found my neck once more, nipping at the weak spot just beneath my jawbone. I slid my fingers up the length of his broad shoulders and neck to the soft fuzziness of his undercut before grabbing a hold of his longer tresses and pulling.

“Bite harder. I'm not fragile.”

“Oh now you're tough shit, hmm?” he chuckled before yanking my hand from his hair.  “You sure you don’t want me to keep going slow? Those sounds you make are pretty cute.”

“I’m positive, asshole. And i wasn’t making any sounds. It was just breathing or whatever. Shut up.” 

“Get on your stomach then. And don’t give me any complaints either.”

I swallowed hard, staring up into the dark pools of his eyes and trying to register a command I wasn’t prepared for. When i didn’t move fast enough he forced my hips down, my stomach meeting the mattress for a microsecond before I was pulled onto my knees. My thighs rested on the outside of his, my small legs struggling to accommodate fitting him between me. His hands made my wrists disappear in his grip and kept me pinned down firmly. The breath felt like it was getting knocked out of me as his thrusts were painting vivid stories of pleasure throughout my entire being. My skin was blooming with sinfully hard bites on my shoulders. A low short growl rumbled against my skin and for the first time i whimpered his name, wanting it to be the only thing that ran through my mind.

His name on my tongue only spurred him on further. His blunt nails made crescent marks on the underside of my wrist as my veins pulsated against the tender skin. He moved one of them from beside my head, guiding my hand down to the incredibly pleasure filled center he was invading. His finger tips folded over mine, leading me to resume the attention to my clit that I so desperately needed. My face pressed into the mattress as I wanted to muffle the acute sobs building in my throat. My idle hand bunched the fitted sheet in my fist tugging it from the corners of the bed. “Please...” The word escaped before I could even think to stop it.

“Please what?” He teased, that sultry voice making my entire body shudder. Of course he was one of those guys that got off on making me say what i wanted and inflating his ego. I pushed my face into the mattress deeper, not wanting him to see the begging look on my face. Johnny let out a stiff grunt before he pressed his hand into my spine, making my back bow more. His other hand tore my hips higher, the tips of his fingers finding the dip in my hip bone that never failed to make me squirm. My thighs quivered as he pushed into it more, the V of his waist hitting my ass repeatedly. My teeth grabbed at my lip again as my toes tried to steady my weakening form. I tensed, clenching around his thickness as the head of his cock tormented the deepest part of me. I felt him shudder, a strained groan coming from him.

“F-fuck...babe. Relax for me.”

Easy for you to say. I thought. You’re not the one getting railed in half.

He pressed harder into me, if that was even possible. Every ridge, every vein, riding against me. Little by little, he eased his hand from my hip to rest on my shoulder dangerously close to my neck. He was trying to steady himself, to reel back his control and resist the urge to cum just yet. He cursed under his breath as his panting was getting heavier. I tilted my head towards my shoulder, trying to urge him to grab my throat. Choking always got me closer to cumming faster than most things but he pulled away his hand quickly as if i had burned him. I looked back at him momentarily, about ready to ask if he would just do it but i saw the way his lip was caught between his perfect teeth, his eyes closed shut, eyelashes dusting the tops of his cheeks. It turned my stomach into a gooey mess of emotions especially after he let out a deeper groan, his chest tensing just a bit as his brows furrowed. “Johnny...”

He nodded, letting out a simple ‘mhm’ before pulling me up to his chest. He forced my head towards his, engulfing my mouth in a rushed heated kiss while both our hands melded together once more between my folds. I reached my other hand back to cup his head, twisting my fingers in his hair again. Our fingers were working faster together against my clit as he rolled his hips up into me, making us both teeter on the edge. He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead against mine as i felt him throb inside me. A warm feeling filled my stomach, making me shudder and whine as i followed his orgasm. I slumped back against him as i tried to regain my breath and stop my legs from quivering. I was definitely going to feel that tomorrow.

Only a few sparse moment passed before Johnny cleared his throat.“So…You good to leave?”

I blinked a few times in disbelief. I rarely stood over with one night stands but we had barely just finished and already he was kicking me out? My entire demeanor changed. “Yeah, I’m fucking good to leave. Just give me a sec, damn.” i hissed.

He pulled out of me slowly, leaving me to collapse onto his mattress. I heard him rummaging around his room, the flick of a lighter going off at some point. I was curled up on my side, my body betraying my will to move and not give him the satisfaction of kicking me out. I was trying my best to get but my eyes were fluttering closed. Johnny tapped my ass before shaking me by my hip.

“Up. Now.” He yawned deeply before crawling into bed. “You’re not staying here.”

“I know jackass.” I said, following up with a yawn of my own. “Two seconds though.”

“Two seconds.” He closed his eyes and folded his arm across them, settling beside me. I was getting up. Right now.

--

“Fuck!” I gasped as i shot up from my sleep. I had felt a shift in the bed beside me as Johnny had rolled onto his side. I realized that i had fallen asleep at his place. Shitshitshitshitshit. I wasn't supposed to stay here. I was supposed to get up after a few seconds, leave, pretend that i didn’t just have the hottest sex of my life and that i totally didnt want him again. Now my plan was ruined because it was probably around 6 am when we were done. I barely got any sleep and time was starting to feel like a joke that made me more disoriented. I looked at the wad of my clothes on the floor and slipped out of bed, hissing as my stomach clenched in pain. Great. Just great. I scrambled over to my clothes and pulled on my shorts and top, not even bothering with my socks. i stuffed my feet into my sneakers and hobbled into the living room.

Luckily, I found Lucas facedown on the couch. He had managed to pull his shorts on at least after the escapade in the pool. Quinn was curled up on top of him, still mostly naked. I rushed over, shaking them violently awake. “Let's go, let's go, let's go!” i whispered harshly.

Quinn woke up first. It looked like they hadn't been asleep for long. “Finally! I was waiting for you! You made me sleep over and i NEVER sleep over.”

“I’m sorry! I accidentally passed out. Trust me I didn’t want to sleep here either but Johnny wore me out. It took forever to get him mostly all the way in.”

“Well damn...how big was he?”

“Magnum size big. Lets go.”

Quinn clutched at their chest. “Ohh girl...that's a journey.”

“I know. Will you come on?! I don't want to be here any longer than you do.” I slapped Lucas on the back, watching as his head popped up.

“H-huh?”

“Get up. We're leaving.” He rolled over as Quinn jumped off him and started putting on their clothes.

“What time is it? I feel like shit.”

“Doesn’t matter. Up. Get your shoes on.” I sighed. It was like corralling toddlers.

Lucas was finally able to get up and i practically pushed the both of them out the door. Lucas was able to find a few more of his clothes over by the pool as we shuffled along, making our way slowly to my car. I needed to sleep for 80 years and hoped to god i would be able to walk normally later.

--

The Boys Group Chat

Johnny: whaddup

Johnny: i lowkey only remember like half of last night lol

Yuta: fuckin mood

Yuta: we got naked in the pool didnt we?

Taeil: yall did. I didnt. I took care of DY. He was passed tf out

Johnny: aww damn does that mean you didnt get to see me fuck that girl you wanted

Taeil: I saw you acting like a damn fool. I’m not too worried anyway. Im gonna tutor her soon enough👅

Ten: and use that tired ass ‘im a virgin line’? Lmao

Taeil: listen it gets me more pussy than you will ever know. Chicks dig that sensitive innocent guy shit. The library is my sanctuary

Ten: one day somebody is gonna call you out on that whack ass shit or find out that youre always lying about being a virgin

Jae: what you gonna do then? Youre gonna have to find some other shit to lie about lol

Taeil: no ones gonna find out. Shut up. It works every year

Yuta: im surprise u havent lost ur damn job yet tbh

Taeil: what can i say im good at what i do

Johnny: anyway wtf was that chicks name that i hooked up with? I cant remember

Ten: johnny ur a damn idiot

Johnny: what?????

Yuta: ur kinda going down a dark hole so good luck with that

Taeil: she doesnt seem that bad

Yuta: LMAO

Ten: 😂😂😂😂

Johnny: whats wrong with her? She postal or something? Aint u two fuckin her too???

Ten: well yeah but she’s a handful

Yuta: to say the very LEAST

Taeil: ok we get it. Shes kinky and has poor lapses in judgement to hook up with you guys over and over

Ten: im sure you’ll find out soon enough. Shes something alright

Johnny: what do you mean? Shes not gonna like key my car or something right? I dont have time for that shit again tbh.

Jae: i havent talked to the girl I fucked about her much but like i can probs get u her snap. Or ask lucas. I think hes up her ass too

Johnny: who hasnt she slept with???

Taeyong: oh are we talking about who i think we are?

Yuta: way to come in late lmao but ya

Taeyong: oh shit lol. i mean we went over this during truth or dare.

Taeil: you mean never have i ever

Taeyong: same shit. anyway out of all of us she hasn’t touched taeil (yet), Dy or Jae….well Jae might be in waiting

Jae: fuck no. Not my type at all. she seems too damn mouthy

Ten: i mean once you gag her shes fine lmaoooooo

Johnny: yeah she kept telling me to shut up

Johnny: and she barely like….screamed or moaned or anything

Johnny: it was all these tiny little sounds

Taeil: maybe you didnt give it to her good enough

Taeyong: no. Thats literally her. I was fuckin destroying her hips against the door and she barely made a peep. Idfk whats wrong with her

Yuta: i think shes made the most noise with me and thats probably because i work her hard enough but even then i cant get a scream out

Jae: meanwhile the chick i slept with wouldnt fuckin stop making noise.

Johnny: jae your ass is loud too. sounding like a monkey thats out of breath

Taeil: fuck🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Ten: lmaooooooo

Yuta: get WRECKT

Jae: fuck all of you

Jae: forreal

Jae: i cant stand yall

Jae: anyway maybe its good that shes quiet all you fucking get are screamers anyway

Johnny: i know! Especially that one chinese chick i hooked up like last semester. Jfc she wouldnt stop.

Johnny: Idk i didnt mind her not saying much i guess but it was just weird to me

Jae: bro u barely make any sounds either. All i be hearing are your girls

Johnny: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Johnny: anyway wtf is her name lol

Ten: Eri you idiot

Yuta: just Eri lol Thats what she always says

Johnny: whats her @ on snap?

Yuta: fuck

Yuta: hold on

Taeyong: its mistresseri13

Jae: LMAO

Taeyong: 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

Yuta: the bigger point is johnny fuckin suh KING of one night stands is whipped for a girl and actually wants to talk to her again

Ten: oooohhhhh true. U never hook up with the same person twice

Taeyong: i mean shes good but you really want to hook up with her again?

Yuta: ty uve been tryna hook up with her since the office thing dont lie.

Taeyong: stfu

Taeil: lmao. So now johnny's whipped for her. she must be good in the sack then

Ten: mostly shes just nice to play with. U can do almost anything with her

Lucas: why are yall blowing up my fuckin phoneeeeeeeee!!!!! im tryin to sleep

Jae: bro its like 4 in the afternoon

Lucas: yeah and? Im hungover af

Yuta: are u at the dorm?

Lucas: no. Babes making me pancakes

Taeil: babe? Babe who??? Who the hell did you get to actually cook for you?

(Downloading picture)

Taeil: is that Eri in the kitchen? in her underwear?

Johnny: excuse me

Jae: HAH

Ten: oohhh now johnnys gonna be jealous

Johnny: Shut it ten.

(Downloading picture)

Lucas: I get morning kisses too lmao

Yuta: are we sharing pics of her now bc ive got plenty.

Lucas: shes still my friend tho. Dont do that.

Ten: not like we all havent seen it before tbh

Jae: i mean i kinda wanna keep it that way. You can have her.

Taeyong: spoiler alert dumbass, we've all slept with Quinn too. You aint special. Shes literally at my place rn

Taeil: oh fuck is that what you've been doing?

Taeyong: lmaooo yeah. Working on a “project”

Taeil: thats what i kept hearing. Im leaving.

Taeyong: shes heading out now actually. Going back to her place. Jae ill tell her you said hi

Lucas: i guess johnnys not the only one whos jealous

Johnny: im not fuckin jealous. Im not even gonna snap her

Ten: uh huh

Yuta: yep sure

Taeil: yeah right

Lucas: well i gotta go eat pancakes and maybe eat something else later👅👅👅👅💦💦💦

Johnny: ew

Taeyong: thats probably why she'll ignore your ass lol

Ten: get that tongue in j-suh or else she wont ever text you back

[blossom-hwa]

Magic in Your Fingers |1| - JOHNNY

Sorry for the long wait for literally... everything. I’M SORRY I’ve been super busy and then all the inspo for this monstrous fic came along and school’s about to start again and I’m just a little overwhelmed

I hope you enjoy!

ALSO ALL OF YOU SHOULD WATCH FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM AS WELL AS CRIMES OF GRINDELWALD

This chapter covers up until the end of the first movie :) no spoilers for CoG yet

Pairing: Johnny x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, Fantastic Beasts!au,Harry Potter!au

Triggers: some violence, death, but nothing graphic

Word Count: 5.7k

He makes you feel like you have magic in your fingers.

NCT Masterlist

“Stop pulling my hair!” you snap through gritted teeth, trying to make sure no one hears except the boy you’re berating. You literally just learned his name through the Sorting Ceremony - who knows why he’s pulling your hair like you’ve known him forever.

There’s a small giggle, then the pulling stops. You huff angrily, turning your attention back to the wand ceremony, where a boy - Elias? - takes his wand for the first time. His amazement and wonder is palpable through the hall, and you shiver in excitement, anger gone.

“Goldstein, Porpentina!”

A slight, serious-looking girl stands up amidst the giggles that follow her name. You yourself have to hide a slight look of bemusement, because Porpentina is a strange name. However, you’ve been teased more than once for your own name, so you keep your mouth shut.

“Goldstein, Queenie!”

Twins, probably. You watch closely as she is selected by her wand, and a small shower of silver sparks erupts from its end as she picks it up for the first time. “Whoa,” you whisper.

Students go up, one after another, to claim their wands, and you begin to get bored. Your last name is towards the end of the alphabet.

Why does my last name have to be so close to the end of the alphabet… Why…

“Seo, John!”

Your face twists as you clap mechanically. Your scalp tingles, reminding you that he’s the one who was pulling your hair.

You don’t pay attention to his wand ceremony. Instead, you wonder what your own wand will be like.

“L/N, Y/N!”

You stumble upright, pale and nervous. It seems to take an eternity to reach the selection of wands, but you finally reach it, staring up at the massive array.

“Which one then, my dear?” the old wizard wonders aloud. “You chose Pukwudgie over Horned Serpent… hm, not many would make that choice. Let’s see. Strong ideals, perhaps...” He suddenly peers into your face and it takes all of your willpower not to stumble back. A gentle smile spreads across his lips. “I see great potential within you, my dear, I haven’t been wrong yet. Try this one.” He plucks a wand off of the array and extends it to you. “Willow and phoenix feather, eleven inches, slightly yielding.”

You take it carefully, unsure how exactly to hold it, unsure if it is the wand for you. However, you need not worry, for a shower of pale blue sparks erupts from its end and a warm sensation fills your arm, leaving you to gape in shock and wonder.

For the first time, you have experienced what it is truly like to have magic in your fingers.

Applause sounds and you walk back to your seat, staring open-mouthed at your new wand. You sit down mindlessly, still feeling the warmth that surged up your arm.

Then a foot kicks your seat and you scowl.

“John Seo, I’m going to kill you,” you mutter under your breath.

Only the faintest snicker tells you he heard.

. . . . .

“I’m better at potions than you.”

“I’m better at charms than you.”

“I’m better at transfiguration.”

“I’m better at flying.”

“I’m better at -”

“Oh, would you two just give it a break?!” Tina finally yells, slamming her head on the table. You share a glance with Johnny, then look away immediately.

It wouldn’t do to share secret glances with the boy you swear you hate with your life.

“Why’s Tina trying to die?” Queenie asks, sliding into the seat next to yours. “Did you two annoy her again?”

“Johnny was being annoying.” You shove a piece of bacon into your mouth angrily. “Tell him to leave me alone.”

“Can’t,” Johnny sings. “You’re too eye-catching, I can’t look away.”

It takes a second for that to sink in, and then you pretend to dry-heave onto your plate. “What the f-”

“Language!” Tina hisses, looking around for Professor McIntyre. “McIntyre will kill you if he hears you curse again!”

You roll your eyes. “It’s just a word,” you mutter.

“How’d you get sorted into Pukwudgie, again?” Johnny muses. “I thought we were supposed to rule with the heart and all. Be healers and stuff. Why didn’t you choose Horned Serpent?”

“And how come you got sorted into Pukwudgie?” you snap. “With your annoying jerk behavior and all?”

“Shut up,” Queenie intones, throwing bits of toast at you. “Why don’t you two just date already?”

Spluttering, choking on bacon, and curses ensue, and it takes a detention from McIntyre, who’s passing by, to calm you all down.

“Date him?” you sputter angrily to Tina and Queenie as you walk to potions. “Who’d date a dirtwad like him?”

Both give you sidelong glances but nothing more.

. . . . .

Leaves and branches scrape at your cheeks and arms as you race through the woods, tears streaming down your face and stinging the cuts that litter your skin. Professor Boot’s somber words echo through your brain over and over again, audible even over your ragged gasps for breath.

- - -

Professor Boot peeks into Transfiguration, where Knox is lecturing. “May I see Miss L/N for a moment please?” he asks, looking uncharacteristically serious.

“Of course,” Professor Knox replies. “Take your things, dear, class is almost over anyway.” You stand up, collecting your things. Queenie looks at you, bemused, but you shrug a little. You’re just as in the dark as she is.

“Miss Y/N, I’m sorry.” Your charms professor puts a hand on your shoulder. “But your mother died in an accident at the hospital.”

You blink. Then you blink again.

“An unstable patient got ahold of his wand,” Professor Boot continues, “and he killed your mother.”

You blink yet again.

“Miss Y/N, I’m sorry for your loss. I know how empty these words must seem…” Professor Boot continues for a little bit, but you hear nothing.

He killed your mother.

I’m sorry for your loss.

He killed your mother.

I’m sorry for your loss.

He killed your mother. I’m sorry for your loss. He killed your mother. I’m sorry for your loss. He killed your mother i’m sorry for your loss he killed your mother i’m sorry for your loss he killed i’m sorry for your loss your mother kill mother loss sorry he killed mother loss i’m sorry loss mother killed -

- - -

You don’t know how you broke away from Boot, how you came to be running through the woods like this, bag banging against your back, cloak flapping in the wind, wand handle leaving imprints in your hand from you clenching it so hard. All you know is that your mother is dead and that the pain from your stinging cuts and the exertion from running are the only things that are making you feel alive.

Finally, you collapse, gasping. For a while you simply lie there, allowing blood to dribble down your face and arms as Boot’s words continue to bounce against the walls of your mind.

Slowly, you become aware of your surroundings. A small pond lies a few feet away from your collapsed body. The grass is soft and slightly dewy. The sun is still up. You check your watch. It’s almost four. Hissing, you pull yourself into sitting position. You fling your backpack to the side.

And that’s that state you’re in when he finds you. How he finds you, you don’t know. You’ve cried and screamed your throat out, and you’re sure your voice will be gone tomorrow. Maybe he followed the sound of you tearing yourself apart.

Doesn’t matter. When he first calls your name, softly, you almost don’t hear him. You do, though, and before he knows it, you’ve whipped around and pointed your wand at him. Not that it would’ve helped you much, though. Your eyes are too puffy to be of much use, and your hand is shaking badly.

“Whoa!” Johnny puts his hands up. “It’s just me.”

Your wand drops out of your trembling hand. Blankly, you stare at it until Johnny steps forward to pick it up. He carefully extends it toward you.

“Thanks.” Your voice sounds disgusting and croaky. You take back your wand.

“Everyone… everyone’s looking for you,” Johnny says. “If you don’t mind me asking… I mean, I know we haven’t always been on the best terms, but… what happened?”

A soft breeze blows, stinging the cuts that litter your skin. You swallow.

“My mom is dead.”

Johnny sucks in a breath sharply, eyes immediately turning somber. “Sit down,” he says softly. “We’re not going back just yet.”

Your legs just give out beneath you and you huddle on the soft grass. Johnny sits down next to you, placing a tentative hand over yours. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks.

A few seconds pass. You shake your head, then nod, then shake your head again. “Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be.” Johnny rubs his thumb in soothing circles on your hand. “It’s fine.”

Silence envelops the two of you. As time passes, the sun starts to go down, and Johnny stands up. “We should go now,” he says. “We don’t want to be here when the sun’s down.” You nod shakily and take his proffered hand, pulling yourself up. Without a word, Johnny takes your bag and slings it over his shoulder.

“Why… are you being so nice?” you ask after a few moments of silence. “I’m grateful, but I always just thought that, you know, we hated each other.”

Johnny hums a little. “I don’t think it was hate. More like stupid childish bickering.” A small smile tilts up your lips. “I guess.”

“As for why I’m suddenly being nice,” Johnny continues, “my mom is a No-Maj. She found out about my dad and I being wizards and my dad tried to hide her knowledge. MACUSA found out though, and they Obliviated her pretty badly. So she’s kind of insane. I basically don’t have a mother anymore. Dad spent some time in prison for that.”

Suddenly, you’re sorry you asked. You tell him that.

“Don’t be. Most people know. I’m surprised you didn’t.” His trademark smirk makes a tiny appearance on his lips. “Do you seriously live in a hole?”

You scowl, swatting his arm. “Shut up.”

Johnny just laughs. The rest of the trip back to school is made in silence, but as you sit in the headmistress’s office, waiting for your father, you realize that Johnny really made you feel better.

Maybe he isn’t as bad as you thought.

. . . . .

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you reread the definition for the fifth time, unable to absorb the information because nothing seems to be going through your brain. You’ve been stuck on the same page for at least ten minutes, but nothing is sinking in.

“You’ve been staring at that page for a long time,” a voice remarks, and then someone sits down in front of you.

You don’t deign to reply to John Seo. Instead, you read the definition a sixth time.

“I think you need a break,” he says, leaning over to peer into your eyes.

“And I think you need to leave,” you snap, leaning back.

For a few seconds, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, neither one refusing to back down. The book lies open between you, now forgotten.

“Come on, Y/N,” Johnny finally says, flipping the book shut. The irritated sound in your throat dies away when he comes around the table to drag you off of your chair. Only when you’re at the library entrance do you finally manage an indignant “Hey!”

“What do you mean, ‘hey?’?” Johnny snaps, looking at you with the biggest “are you dumb?” look on his face. “You stared at that page for fifteen minutes with a spacey look on your face! You need a break!”

Wind whistles through the library as the school entry door slams shut. The breeze that curls around your faces makes you realize how close you are.

“I…” You swallow.

What do I say?

Johnny’s hand is still on your wrist. You look down, then yank your hand away, cheeks hot.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll… stop studying. For the rest of the day.” You swallow hard again, looking directly away from Johnny.

“Come on, Y/N,” he says, “look at me. Why have you been avoiding me for the past few weeks? I thought we were just about to get over you hating me and me hating you?”

Yeah. Things weren’t supposed to happen like this, like in one of those stupid romance books your roommate Mary always reads. Girl’s parent dies, boy who’s supposed to hate her comforts her, and boom, crush. 

Ew.

You sigh, still resolutely looking down.

“What did I do this time?” Johnny wonders out loud.

“It’s not something you did!” you finally snap. “It’s just me, I’m being dumb, and now bye!” And then like the idiot you are, you dash out of the school.

- - -

Three hours. You kill three hours in the surrounding woods. You could have spent them studying, but no, your emotions took over and now three hours later, you’re walking back to the school, dreading your next interaction with the boy who you’re sure you have a crush on.

“Who’d date a dirtwad like him?” you remember saying in your second year. Now it’s your fifth year and you can’t believe how much everything’s changed.

Not least your feelings for the idiot who pulled your hair that first day at the Sorting and Wand Ceremonies.

Sighing, you head into the library again to grab your forgotten stuff. Head bowed and eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, you enter the main hall again.

“Why are feelings so tiring?” you mumble.

“So Queenie says you’ve been avoiding me because you like me.”

You shriek, stumbling backwards.

Johnny just rolls his eyes, reaching out to grab your wrist. “Don’t try to escape, Y/N,” he says, half of a smirk on his lips.

Damn!

You sigh loudly, shivering as the door opens again to let in a couple students and a cold gust of wind. “Yes, okay? I have a stupid crush on you! Now leave me alone, you can laugh all you want with your stupid friends, just let me go!”

Johnny’s grip is like iron. He won’t budge.

“Who said I was going to laugh?” he asks. “Who said I didn’t like you back?”

“Please don’t lie to me to make me feel better,” you say miserably.

“I’m not lying!” Johnny exclaims. “I swear! Give me Amortentia and I’ll tell you it literally smells like you!”

You blink owlishly. “… What?”

Johnny blushes red. “Too much information,” he mutters. “But seriously, Y/N, I like you too, and if you could please stop running away from me all the time, I would love to take you on a date the next time we’re allowed out of school.”

It takes a good minute for you to stutter out an “Okay, uh, yes,” before bolting out of the hall. Queenie can tell what happened literally a half second after you slip into the seat next to her and she squeals loud enough for the entire dining hall to hear.

You don’t see Johnny for the rest of the day, but when you enter Potions the next day, there’s a note on your desk with the date and time for your first date. Refusing to look in his direction, you slip the slip of paper into your cloak before accidentally locking eyes with him across the room. He blushes hard but has the audacity to give you a wink.

At the end of your date, Johnny grabs your hand and entangles his fingers in yours. A shiver shoots up your arm. Your fingers tingle like Johnny has infused them with some sort of magic.

For the second time in your life, you feel a rush of power race up your arm, the same rush that accompanied your first wave of your wand at the Wand Ceremony. That feeling of having magic at your fingertips. Magic in your fingers.

“‘Who’d date a dirtwad like John Seo?’” Queenie smirks as you finally turn in for the night after two hours of recounting every single detail of the date. 

You. You’d date a dirtwad like John Seo, because the boy has an infuriatingly sweet heart when he isn’t being a total idiot.

After all, he makes you feel like you have magic in your fingers.

. . . . .

“Let’s see, Miss L/N,” Professor Knox says, flipping through a file. “I don’t need these files to say that you are an outstanding student, my dear.”

You smile shyly. “Thank you, Professor.”

“I knew you had potential that first day,” he smiles back, eyes flickering to the sleeve where you keep your wand. You smile more widely, remembering the wand ceremony.

“At any rate, my dear, we’re here for your career consultation.” The professor nudges his glasses up slightly. “I see you have maintained good grades in all your courses, lowest grade was an A for acceptable in History of Magic… have you ever thought of becoming an auror, Miss L/N?”

You shrug a little uncomfortably. The thought has come up and multiple people have commented on your compatibility with the job, but for some reason, it just never really appealed to you. You tell your professor that.

Knox hums a little, looking slightly put-out. “Then may I ask, what are you planning to do?”

He doesn’t seem very excited at your ideas, but he smiles politely and conducts you out of the office with gentility. Still, you swear you hear him mutter something along the lines of “wasted potential” as the door closes. With a sigh, you make your way to the dining hall.

“Just had your career consultation with Knox?” Queenie asks as you slump down next to her at the table. You nod.

“So what are you planning to do after Ilvermorny? You stupid Occlumens, I can never read you,” Queenie complains good naturedly, bumping your shoulder.

You shrug a little. “Knox suggested I go for being an auror. I’ve got really high grades in Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, and Charms, and apparently Runes and Arithmancy are a lot of help in that field too.”

Queenie squints. “But that’s not what you want, is it?” she probes.

A tiny smile lifts the corners of your lips. “Yeah. I was thinking about opening… like an apothecary, I guess? But more like a potions shop, because that’s what I’m good at. Probably mostly healing potions, but truth potions too, and other stuff. I want to experiment a little.”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

You yelp, glaring at the boy who’s currently piling his plate with food. “Johnny!”

“What? I complimented it, said it was a good idea.” He shoves a potato into his mouth. “Count me in.”

Queenie squeals as you look at him in surprise. “Seriously?” you squeak. “I thought… I don’t know, I thought you wanted to be a healer!”

“You said it yourself, didn’t you?” Johnny motions to you, swallowing the potato. “I can help with the healing potions, and we could keep part of the place open as a sort of clinic.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Tina says, sliding in next to Queenie. You sigh. “What is it with you people and turning up out of nowhere?!”

Ignoring your question, Tina looks sidelong at Johnny. “Look, Y/N, if your boyfriend is willing to do it, seize the chance and go for it. I think it’s a really good idea.”

You smile stupidly again as Johnny lifts your hand up to his lips, pressing a light, exaggeratedly elegant kiss. “Anything for you, milady,” he says in a terrible English accent.

Laughter follows and the subject changes, but that night in bed, as you lie awake thinking, you have a feeling you can actually make your dream come to life.

. . . . .

“Johnny! Where did you put the asphodel?” you yell, rummaging through the cabinets. “I can’t find it!”

“Second cupboard to the right!” Johnny shouts back. You smile with triumph as you pull out a bag of the dried plant before going back to the boiling potion.

Smoke fills the small room and you put on a mask to avoid inhaling it. You see a figure stumble inside, then immediately begin coughing.

“Johnny?”

“Merlin, that smells terrible,” Johnny hacks, backing out of the room. “Finish up, then you can help me with this stupid Felix Felicis.”

Smoke wafts around you and you can smell it even through your mask. “You’re attempting that again?” you ask, voice muffled. “Why do you want it again?”

“Luck is always good to have!” Johnny yells, already halfway down the hall.

Rolling your eyes good-naturedly, you finish up the potion and leave it to brew before heading towards Johnny’s study. Just as you take a step in that direction, though, the storefront bell rings, and you change direction.

“Customer, Johnny, I’ll come back in a minute!” you shout. The magic wall ripples as you step through into the actual shop, all smiles and ready to help. Once you see the customer, though, you stop short.

“Tina?” you gasp. “It’s been so long - what are you -”

“No time for questions,” Tina says abruptly, shoving a portly man towards you. “Mr. Scamander here -” she indicates a tall man looking awkwardly around the shop - “brought in a suitcase full of magical creatures and this No-Maj here got a bite from a…”

“A murtlap,” the so-called Mr. Scamander supplies helpfully.

You bite back your questions just as Johnny comes in through the wall. “Y/N - oh, Tina! Who’re they?”

“Later,” you say, half-dragging the portly man over to your boyfriend. “Murtlap bite on his neck.”

It takes a few minutes to sort out the trouble, and then the No-Maj is sleeping on a nearby couch. You look at the two newcomers with a little trepidation. “Would you like some tea? Or coffee?” you ask awkwardly.

Tina nods tiredly. “Coffee would be lovely.”

Johnny makes small talk with Tina as you lift the tea tray over on the tip of your wand. “Coffee’s for you, Tina,” you say, handing her the mug. “I don’t know what you like, Mr.… Scamander, but judging from your accent I assume you’re British.” You hand him another mug. “Forgive me for assuming you prefer tea over coffee.”

“Oh, um, no,” he answers twitchily. He accepts the mug carefully. “Thank you very much.”

Once seated, you get right to the point. “So why exactly do you guys have a No-Maj with you? And why, Mr. Scamander, pray tell, do you have a suitcase full of magical creatures with you in New York?”

Maybe this Mr. Scamander guy hears the sarcasm in your voice, but if he does, he doesn’t show it. Still looking into his mug, he says, “I came to New York to buy some more creatures off of a smuggler. And… ah, some of the creatures got loose.”

“He and Mr. Scamander got their suitcases mixed up, so when he opened the case, the murtlap jumped out and attacked him. That’s how most of the creatures got loose,” Tina says, finishing her coffee. She stands, giving you an apologetic look. “If that’s all, I think Mr. Scamander and I need to pay a little visit to MACUSA after we Obliviate the No-Maj.”

Johnny noticeably tenses at the mention of Obliviating. You squeeze his hand lightly. “You’re not going to try and see… the president, right?” you ask.

“… No?”

The length of the pause is a little too long to be convincing. You stand up, grasping Tina’s hand in yours. “Tina, be careful,” you caution. “You don’t want to lower your rank further.”

A frown settles on Tina’s face but she nods. “Yeah.”

“See you around, then. And if you have any other injuries, don’t hesitate to come here.” You look over at the other man. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Scamander. We won’t tell anyone about your, ah, missing creatures.” You smirk a little. “If you need help rounding them up, we would be glad to be of assistance.”

Mr. Scamander nods slightly, giving you the tiniest of smiles before looking away. John wakes up the No-Maj, and the odd trio exits the shop and disappears from view.

“It’s so stupid that we have to Obliviate the No-Majs!” Johnny bursts out.

“I know.” You swallow. He leans his head onto your shoulder childishly, allowing you to stroke his hair. “I know.”

“I hate it,” he whispers like a small, forlorn child. “So much.” He sounds like he has tears in his eyes.

“I know, John, I know.” You press a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

“What if he goes insane, just like Mom did?” Johnny mumbles. “What if he’s scarred for life, like Mom? What if Tina or Queenie or even that Scamander guy have to go to prison for it?”

You kiss his temple. “That won’t happen, John,” you murmur. “I don’t think the No-Maj knows enough to go insane if they try to Obliviate him. They’re smart. They’ll handle it. And if things go south, we can help too. Promise.”

The two of you stay like that for the next couple of hours until you finally decide that things need to get done. You rouse yourself, coaxing Johnny to come and attempt to finish his half-abandoned Felix Felicis.

Later that night, you wake up to Johnny crying into his pillow. You sleepily kiss his tears away, brushing away his apologies for waking you up and holding him close to your chest before the two of you fall asleep again.

. . . . .

“Y/N! John!” Queenie bursts into the shop, dragging a familiar man and a familiar suitcase behind her.

You rush out into the front, Johnny close behind. “What’s happening?” you ask. “Why’s everything so dark outside?” You take a second look at the man and blanch. “And why are you with that No-Maj?”

“The Obscurial is loose,” Queenie says tightly. She drops the suitcase, gently pushing the man onto a couch, before looking at you. “He’s wrecking everything. Tina and Newt went in to try and save him, but they need help. And I have to take care of Jacob.”

Johnny nods, grabbing your hand. “Where are they?” he asks, pulling out his wand.

“A few streets from MACUSA,” Queenie says. “Can Jacob stay here?”

“Of course -”

“I’m coming!” Jacob snaps. “I’m not leaving Newt and Tina alone!”

“Who’s Newt?” you ask.

“Mr. Scamander. Now go!” Queenie shoos you out the door, and with a twirl, you and Johnny apparate away.

Outside MACUSA, everything is a mess. No-Majs are screaming, fires are burning, and a mass of what looks like black strings is swirling around. Percival Graves stands, shouting up at the Obscurus, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. You look around wildly, finally spotting Mr. Scamander - no, Newt - what kind of name is Newt? - crouching behind a fallen carriage.

“There!” you yell, running towards him. Johnny shouts in warning, and you only just manage to duck and roll before a piece of wood flies right where your head was. The two of you duck behind a pile of rubble.

“Y/N?” someone gasps.

You get up, panting. “Tina!”

Tina looks over at Newt, who yells something about a Salem boy being the Obscurial.

“He’s not a child!” Tina yells back.

“His - his power must be so strong he’s - he’s somehow managed to survive!”

Johnny looks at you. The Obscurial? he mouths, looking terrified. You nod.

“Newt,” Tina shouts, “Save him!”

Newt apparates, leaving Tina alone. “Mr. Graves!” she yells.

“Oh, no,” you mutter, looking up at Johnny. You take off towards your friend and he quickly follows behind, arriving just in time to help block a flash of light.

“Tina,” he growls, “you’re always turning up when you’re least wanted, and with… friends.” He sneers, deflecting a bright blue flash.

Three wizards on one. It should be easy, but Graves’ power seems endless. It’s all you can do to shield yourself from his spells, yet you continue dancing around him, trying relentlessly to find an open spot.

Then with a wave of his hand, a car flies into the air, aiming right for Tina.

Johnny tackles her, rolling onto the ground as the car arcs over your heads and smashes into the ground. He gets up, gasping, and holds out a hand for her. You pull yourself up. “Tina!”

She stands up just in time to see Graves apparate away.

You swear loudly. “Where did he go?”

“MACUSA,” Tina pants. “Come on!”

Taking Johnny’s hands, you apparate just in time to see the Congress aurors sealing off the building as No-Maj reporters take pictures. You roll undetected through an unsealed patch, Johnny and Tina close behind. “Where to now?” you whisper, trying to blend in with the other aurors.

A swirling black mass suddenly erupts from the ground, sending brick and stone into the air, before slamming back under the streets.

Johnny bites his lip. “Underground?”

“The subway,” Tina whispers. “Come on!”

The three of you burst into the subway, running along the tracks. Brick and stone and wood bits are everywhere and the dust makes it hard to see, but Tina seems to know where she’s going and you blindly follow her footsteps, gripping Johnny’s hand all the way.

You hear Tina’s muffled voice. “Don’t raise your wands,” she warns. You lower yours uncertainly, seeing Johnny do the same.

Finally, she slows to a stop. “Credence! NO!” she yells.

The Obscurial’s name?

As though in a trance, you listen to Tina’s voice coaxing the Obscurial, unable to tear your eyes away from the swirling black. Newt chimes in at one point, encouraging Tina. For a moment, you see a boy’s face within the black mass.

Then Graves begins speaking. His voice, so authoritative and calming before, is now full of thinly veiled rage. Your grip tightens on Johnny’s hand. Tina’s voice counters his, her soothing voice contrasting with his grating words.

But it is too late. The aurors come, shoving you and Johnny to the side, before raising their wands in unison. Tina tries to stop them, as does Graves, but then a thousand bursts of light tear into the Obscurial and silence pervades the subway as bits of black, feathery and light, float to the ground.

“Fools,” Graves whispers. “Fools, all of you.”

The president, Seraphina Picquery steps up. “The Obscurial was killed on my orders, Mr. Graves,” she returns icily.

You sidle over to Newt and Tina, eyes flickering between Graves and Picquery as their exchange continues.

“He was responsible for the death of a No-Maj,” Picquery says tightly. “He has risked exposure of our community. He has broken one of our most sacred laws -”

“A law,” Graves interrupts, scoffing, “that has us scuttling like rats in the gutter, a law that demands that we conceal our true nature, a law that directs us to cower in fear lest we risk discovery.” Graves breathes a sigh, as though disappointed with you all. “I ask you, Madame President, I ask all of you, who does this law protect?” He looks around, his powerful gaze transfixing the crowd. “Us… or them…?”

The short pause that follows is filled with charged tension. Your wand hand twitches.

“I refuse to bow down any longer.”

Then he begins to walk away.

Why do Graves’ words actually seem to make sense? You pinch yourself hard, reminding yourself that the laws are in place for protection. Integration will come, but not the way Graves seems to suggest.

Not through violence.

You look up at Johnny, who seems entranced by Graves’ words. A sickening feeling fills your stomach and you squeeze his hand harder, trying to bring him back.

Not now, not now… please don’t be influenced by him…

It works - Johnny starts, jolted out of his daze, and looks down at you with a tight smile.

“Aurors,” Picquery says, “I’d like you to relieve Mr. Graves of his wand. And escort him back.”

A glowing shield appears in front of Graves, preventing further movement and bathing the subway in a pale light. He turns slowly, as though resigned.

Then he begins to duel.

In all your life, you have never seen such a duel. Graves singlehandedly holds his ground against a crowd of aurors, those who have trained for years for this moment. As Johnny tries to pull you behind him, you have to remind yourself that Graves also went through that training.

He is terrifying.

Then a streak of blue flashes past, so quickly you aren’t sure you saw it right, and you see Newt crouching down a few feet away.

“One of Scamander’s creatures!” Johnny gasps, gazing on in amazement as Graves is dragged backwards by something attached to his back.

“Accio!” Tina yells, catching Graves’ wand. She and Newt stand and walk over slowly.

“Revelio,” Newt whispers, waving his wand at Graves’ face. You watch in horror as dark hair gives way to blond, as brown eyes change into mismatched orbs, as tan skin pales to white.

You gasp. “Grindelwald,” you whisper.

Johnny’s grip on your hand tightens.

The silence in the tunnel is enough that you can hear Grindelwald’s words. “Do you think you can hold me?” he asks lightly, almost as though amused.

Picquery’s mouth curves into a cold smile. “We’ll do our best,” she whispers, “Mr. Grindelwald.”

As the dark wizard is lifted up and marched away, his eyes find yours. You shudder when you meet his unsettling gaze. His mismatched eyes twinkle dangerously, and you swallow hard.

Grindelwald looks away, his gaze shifting upwards. You look up to see Johnny trapped in the dark wizard’s gaze. They hold eye contact for one, two, three excruciating seconds before the aurors drag him away.

Despite the chill running down your spine, you walk over to Tina, who’s embracing Queenie. “When did you get here?” you ask when Queenie turns around, giving her a big hug before repeating the gesture with Tina. She doesn’t have time to answer, though, as her attention is drawn by the large suitcase that Jacob is holding.

In the midst of the conversations that follow, something rustles in your ear and you turn instinctively, eyes widening at what you see.

“Credence,” you whisper.

A wisp of black flutters to the sky.