#WE'RE GONNA MOVE THROUGH THE CROWD COME ON BOYS GET LOUD

[wuaxoi]

ꪆ୧ ( cherry flavored lipstick ) ft. 선우

𝒮ynopsis — sunoo never liked spin the bottle game, especially when everyone who played were drunk. but now, he had to change his mind after tasting your cherry lipstick.

𝒞lassmate! sunoo x 𝒞rush! reader ౨౿ uni au

fluff , idiots in love ⟡ ⌢ . kisses , they both tipsy lol

𝒩ow is playing! . . . just friends ( sunny )

the music was so loud it almost cause sunoo a headache and he was so close to just leave this stupid freshman party, but then he saw you. looking beautiful as always, you entered the crowded room smiling and waving to your friends. sunoo could've sworn you were glowing and if it was his another classmate he would never noticed them in that dark room full of drunk students.

if we're being completely honest, sunoo's crush on you started when he saw you in the coffee shop on campus. your pouty face looked just too adorable while you were thinking of what to do with your homework, so the only thing he could do is approach you to offer his help. he saw you at class a few times before that, so he was sure about the fact that you were smart and always nice to everyone. he also knew the professor wasn't one of the best and the class you shared together was the hardest one so far, so he felt guilty and wanted to help. but wanting to help a pretty girl is not a wrong thing to do, right?

it's been a few months since that day, you two were getting along well, sharing same interests and opinions, so you became friends pretty quickly. in your opinion, sunoo was super cute and funny, he would always offer his help or pay for you even though you told him that there's no need in that like hundred times. he was a good friend, supportive and kind, it was great having him around and you loved being friends with him.

the thing is, sunoo wasn't enjoying it. yeah, obviously you were a perfect friend, but it was that he liked you. not in a friendly way. and he hated the fact that you only see him as a friend. although he didn't do anything about it either.

"hello, earth to sunoo!" sunghoon waved his hand infront of his friend's face. sunoo blinked a few times, refocusing his gaze and attention on his friend. "too stunned?"

"what are you talking about?" sunoo rolled his eyes. sunghoon was his best friend, obviously he knew about that crush his friend had. sunoo didn't even need to tell him, he figured it out himself, not that it was hard.

"oh come on! as soon as y/n came inside the house you went silent and your jaw almost dropped to the floor," it was sunghoon's turn to roll his eyes as he crossed his hands on his chest, pointing at you. "go talk to her."

"what? no!"

"what's wrong with that? you're friends, right?"

"the talk you want me to have with her is not exactly friendship related.." sunoo took a sip from his cup. he wasn't sure what he was drinking, but it was tasty and has an alcohol in it, so it didn't matter. "Im not gonna confess at some stupid party!"

"you're an idiot."

he should've say no to that stupid idea, to sunghoon and his "ways to get a girl" thing, but when he heard you wanted to play… oh boy, he did change his mind so quickly, totally whipped.

"everybody knows how to play spin the bottle, right?" the guy with thick australian accent asked. sunoo wasn't sure, but this guy threw the whole party… was his name jake? whatever.

"hey sunoo, wanna sit with me?" you asked looking up from your phone. sunoo's eyes widened in surprise like you two weren't friends at all and why would you even talk to him? why was he acting like a loser? that was just too stupid, he was standing there, trying not to move like if he'd do something that'll make you change your mind.

"oh, um.. yeah!" sunoo nodded, sitting down on the floor with you. your shoulder touching his arm, the contact sending shivers through his whole body and he tried his best to not look at you every few seconds. clearing his throat, he decided to make a conversation with you to feel less nervous. "don't you think it's stupid though?"

"what?" you looked up, turning your phone off and placing it infront of you on the floor. your gaze turned to sunoo, searching his face, noticing his rosy cheeks and awkward smile. he looked cute as always, but something about him now, under that soft lightning, with pretty color of blush covering his face just did something to you. "no, I think it'll be fun… to be honest, I won't play that game sober, but this party is getting boring anyway."

"oh! you're right.." sunoo agreed, looking away from your intense gaze. he wasn't expecting you to stare at him so shamelessly, but he didn't mind. it probably didn't mean anything, right? you were a bit tipsy, so it's understandable that you acted a bit differently.

"y/n, it's your turn to spin!" you heard jake saying. you reached out to grab the bottle, looking around the room to pick yourself a partner to kiss, to hope that the bottle would stop pointing at them. sunghoon weren't that bad, he was attractive and… oh ningning! she was a great choice, you'd kiss her. and sunoo. you stopped at him. well, sunoo was your friend and it'll be nice to kiss a friend, not a stranger, you thought.

as you shook your head to get rid those thoughts on your mind, you placed the bottle on the floor, spinning it and waiting for it to stop. it was so quick you couldn't even get a chance to understand what just happened and when that bottle stopped and pointed at sunoo.

you turned your head almost immediately to look at his reaction and got to hold back a chuckle when you saw his face. all red like tomato, mouth opening and closing, but he can't speak, just like a fish without water. you knew sunoo would never act like that if he was completely sober, he'd be embarrassed because of that for the rest of his life, but he looked so adorable and funny at the same time. you smiled at him when he slowly turned his head, his gaze dropping to your lips.

tapping at your thigh, you felt impatient. the heat inside your body grew with intense quickness, you could feel it in your throat. you could feel your cheeks heating up so much almost like you've had a fever. "just kiss me, sunoo.. it's alright." you told him, reaching out to hold his hand gently, stroking it with your thumb to make him less nervous, to make him feel a bit more comfortable.

"o-okay.." sunoo swallowed hard, leaning closer to you. it was like in a slow motion… or he was just doing it so damn slow, you didn't know. you didn't care. all due nervousness, sunoo felt incredibly lucky at that moment. what a chance for him to get to kiss you because he decided to play spin the bottle? you of all people. he couldn't help but smile brightly right before his lips covered yours in a soft kiss, tasting your cherry lipstick. oh he was addicted to that taste from now on, your own unique flavor mixing with that sweet cherry one made his head spin, he almost felt dizzy.

as soon as sunoo's lips touched yours, your eyes closed, hand squeezed his a bit tighter. it was just a simple kiss, but somehow you felt so… cherished? treasured just by the way he kissed you, you could almost feel all emotions he was hiding inside through that kiss. you also felt him smiling.

it'll be nice to continue kissing him, but you had to let go. as you opened your eyes, you looked at sunoo, making an eye contact and smiling shyly at him. you never felt shy around him before, but now, after that kiss, you did. you chuckled, looking around the room. "heeseung, I think you're next to spin, yeah?"

the game continued after your words, everyone was still drinking, laughing and talking, but you and sunoo both felt different. the unspoken tension between you two was clear for every single person in the room except you. because you didn't want to ruin the friendship and sunoo didn't want to confess at some stupid party. and he wished he could taste that cherry lipstick again. and again and again until his lips are swollen and puffy and tastes the same as yours.

author note: this is super short and non proofread i jst wanted to post something about sunoo bc yk he's a cutie i love him <3 anyway hopefully yall enjoy, this is not cringe or whatever and also!! new theme for my works, what do we thinkkk

[jellofangy]

Little Robots is classic 2000s British nostalgia and no one can change my mind lololol-

I’m still a bit sad that he never got an animated appearance because he is such a Y2K entity so I thought I would fix that sort of with a little bit of a redesign. Also renamed him because his original name wasn’t cool enough. 

Yes. He and Sporty are in love. Bi rights lmao-

PS: He probs prefers My Scene over Barbie/Bratz. Just some ramble out of nowhere don’t mind.

[lamnwar]

KNB boys getting caught with their s/o? Specifically Kagami, Kise and Aomine.

getting caught doing what hm? 🤨 jk jk!! that's a very fun request I really enjoyed writing these hcs so thanks for the request babe 💕💕 (also sorry took me so long but coming from me are we surprised lmao)

MDNI 18+

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

Context: what if you and your boyfriend get caught in action, huh? All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairings: Kagami + Kise + Aomine x gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw (obviously 😭)! mention of sex (penetrative and oral), exhibitionism, public sex (kinda), more crack than sexy tbh but still!

KAGAMI

Ok first, let's preface by saying that it really is not like Taiga to take the risk of having sex when he knows you guys might get caught

He really tries his best to conceal his needs till you can find a place with enough intimacy to proceed

But sometimes, he really can't help it, you know?

And it's kinda on you for tempting him too! You know the guy gets riled up easily so maybe you did it on purpose now... didn't you?

(In other words, it's a 100% your fault oops)

Anyways, long story short, you got him so turned on that he had no choice but to drag you to the closest room with the very clear intent of being burried deep inside you

He's midway through restlessly thrusting into your tight little hole and he's so lost on the feeling that he doesn't even realize how loud the both of you are

There could be a whole party going down, y'all would still be heard

And it doesn't take long for someone to walk in on you bend forward, Kagami's fat cock drilling into you with so much fervour

Neither of you realizes that someone's there till they make themselves heard

A string of "oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry!!" getting the both of you to look at the door with wide eyes

And Kagami is so stunned on the moment to even think

Under the surprise, his first reflex is to hide his dick completely inside you, getting a surprised yelp out of your mouth

And when it hits that you guys got caught, he goes flushed red

Given that the person catching you isn't a perv, they close the door rapidly after but Kagami is still under total shock

He doesn't move for a while, and you have to bring him back to Earth

So here you are, Taiga's dick deep in your guts, trying to move to get him to react or something

"Uh... Taiga? What-"

When he finally snaps out of it, he hurrily gets out of you, quite to your displeasure though

And it's when you grab him and pull him back to you that he realizes that you have no intention to stop, despite getting caught

"They already know anyways, doesn't change a thing"

KISE

Definitely the one that got you in that situation in the first place

LISTEN there's no way he's not gonna use his charms to get you to follow him in his ministrations

So he just had to bat his pretty eyelashes and tell you the right words for you to accept the position you're currently in

Meaning split in half by Kise, as he lets out the prettiest moans ever, like there's not a whole crowd on the over side of the wall

It doesn't take long for people to notice what you two are doing

But that doesn't stop Kise, oh no haha

He's a showman of sorts, so it doesn't bother him that to the surrounding, it is clear as day that he's fucking you senseless

Only when someone actually shows up to tell you to stop does he care

And not because he minds being seen in such position

Mainly because you seem very embarrassed that you've got caught

Kise would argue that you are at your hottest when your face's flushed, hair disheveled, body contorsioned to accomodate him in between your thighs, but that's Kise's very biased opinion

To a stranger, it's a rather scandalous sight so it's very likely that you'll hate being in such predicament

Lucky for you, Kise talks the way out of trouble for the two of you

But you still urge him to leave the place and go to somewhere we're it's actually acceptable to have sex

(He loves you so much and is so needy for you though, he can't even stand the drive back home, he'll go back deep into you in the car itself <3)

AOMINE

Alright for this one, if you're wondering how you ended up having public sex, the answer is rather simple

Daiki and you are just super horny and can't keep it in your pants (sorry 😔)

It's really in the heat of the moment y'all figured that nothing mattered

Not even the fact that you're giving him head in a very public space

He's just so tempting, you know!!

And he's been looking at your lips for the past hour, so you should have known that he'd end up begging for you to suck his dick

So you just found the first place where you could get on your knees and didn't hesitate twice before getting him out of his pants

Now here you are, sloppily giving him the best head of his life with a bunch of strangers around

I'd like to say that neither of you are exhibitionist but this situation is somewhat super hot

(Again, y'all are just super horny)

Anyways, doesn't take long for you two to get caught and nearly cause a heart attack to whoever sees you

Thing is!! Aomine has no intention to stop

You neither, by the way

You're both on a mission to make him cum so you're not stopping

Instead, you pick up the pace, till he finally snaps and cum down your throat

Swallowing it all because you shouldn't leave any trace!

Once that's done, you do apologize to your surrounding

Takes a couple of hours for you two to realize what you've done and that it's lowkey a public offense

Promise that it won't happen again but Aomine really can't help wanting you anytime and anywhere :)

[wheels-of-despair]

Can You Feel It? Pairing: Ex!Billy Hargrove x You x Unimportant Jock Event: A Very @corroded-hellfire Valentine's Day Summary: Billy fucked around. Now he's gonna find out. Contains: Heartbreak, spite, sex, Billy Hargrove Is His Own Warning. Song: You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette Words: 1.4k

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And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it Well, can you feel it?

You hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

You hate his stupid hair and his dumb earring and his loud-ass car and you especially hate the fact that you found him with some skank's tongue down his throat at Tommy Hagan's party last weekend, just hours after he told you that he loved you.

You didn't make a scene. You didn't key his car or slash his tires or even let him know you'd decided to come after all.

You just went home and cried.

You cried until you got angry.

It boiled over Monday morning in the Hawkins High parking lot. You were separated by staff who threatened to call your parents and told you both to stay far away from each other. You were happy to comply. He was as good as dead to you.

For a few days.

The following Thursday in the cafeteria, when he winked at you while that slut sat in his lap, you rose up out of your chair to go murder them both... when Ashley M. stepped into your path and caught you off-guard by shoving a flyer in your hand.

You read it - keg party, this weekend, no parents - and a new plan began to form in your jilted brain.

You went all out. Teased your hair. Applied make-up that would make Cyndi Lauper proud. Wore that top that makes your tits look phenomenal and a tiny skirt that your parents didn't know you owned and the painful shoes that Billy called "Fuck-Me Heels."

Boys were drooling the minute you casually strolled into Ashley M's front door half an hour late.

You located him in seconds. He sat on the kitchen counter, staring. You'll give him something to fucking stare at.

You looked to the right and made eye contact with the first idiot who'd crowded around you, vying for your attention. According to his letterman jacket, his name was Spencer. He'd do.

It was almost too easy. One dazzling smile and a dance with a little too much touching, and he was practically dragging you down the hallway. Easy, Sparky, don't forget who's running this show.

He tries two doors before finding an empty room. A bathroom. Good enough.

He closes the door and locks it and shoves you against the back of it and tries to worm his tongue down your throat. No technique. Not at all like Billy.

Right. Billy. That's why you're here. You palm Sparky's comically small package with one hand and subtly reach behind you to unlock the door with the other. You push the meathead away, approach the sink on the opposite side of the room, and hop on. It faces the door. Perfect. You want to see the look on his face when he inevitably storms in and throws a fit.

Sparky sheds his jacket - stopping to hang it carefully on a towel hook, lest his precious jock gear get a wrinkle in it - and stands between your knees. He leans forward and begins to maul your neck. His hands find your tits and grab at them like it's his very first time. You distract him by peeling his shirt off, "accidentally" tangling it around his head to stall him. When he gets free and tries to resume his frantic fondling, you move his hands to your ass and watch the door boredly.

"You're so hot," Sparky moans, squeezing your ass with both hands. You roll your eyes. Hurry up, Hargrove.

You wait patiently until the bathroom door crashes open. It sends a jolt through your entire body, like you've been struck by lightning. Billy Hargrove stands in the doorway, eyes blazing and shoulders squared. The doorknob left a dent in the wall behind it. What did he do, kick it open? It wasn't locked, you fucking moron.

Sparky turns around at the sound. "Hey man, you mind? We're kinda busy here."

You grab Sparky by his bare shoulders and jerk him back to you. His face collides with the side of your neck, and he resumes his disgusting slurping like Billy isn't standing just a few feet away, ready to kill him. You stare coldly at the asshole in the doorway while you scratch your nails down Sparky's back. A move that was guaranteed to make Billy go feral, every fucking time.

Can you feel that, Hargrove?

"Ow! Shit!"

Sparky backs away from you and your claws, and Billy steps forward to catch him. Billy grabs him by the scruff of the neck and hauls him into the hallway, bouncing his face off the wall a few times before shoving him to the floor.

Now it's your turn.

Billy steps over Sparky's body and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He locks it, and before you can marvel at the fact that the lock mechanism still works, he's on you. Hand on your throat. Your head smacks against with the mirror behind you.

"What the fuck was that?"

"What's it to you? You don't want me anymore, remember?"

Fire blazes in his eyes, and his grip tightens.

You stare calmly into his furious face.

Why the fuck did you miss him? He made you mad almost every day. You fought all the time. He was moody, and difficult, and snarky, and let's not forget the fact that he's a liar and a cheater and an all-around dickhead who broke your fucking heart.

You'd give anything for him to love you the way you love him.

In the blink of an eye, Billy's hand moves from your throat to the back of your neck, and his mouth is on yours. Your brain quiets, and your body buzzes, and being close to him is the only thing that matters.

His massive hands drift down to your breasts, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. You moan into his mouth, and his hands keep traveling south. You open your legs for him, and he doesn't waste any time slipping under your skirt and past your barely-there panties and dipping a finger into your center.

Feeling how wet you are brings him back to the reality of the situation. He extracts his hand, wipes it on your thigh, and glares.

"That douchebag get you this worked up?"

"That limp-dicked dumbass couldn't work a calculator."

Billy snorts, and you smile. God, you missed this.

"Who'd you wear those Fuck Me Heels for, then?"

"Who do you think, asshole?"

He smirks in a way that makes you want to smack it off his face. Instead, you hook your leg around him and pull him closer. Billy grabs your ass and jerks you to the edge of the counter, so you can feel his stiff member pressing into your heat. You need him so fucking bad.

His assault on your mouth begins again, and you wrap your arms around him and cling to his back. He rocks into you, and the friction from his jeans is almost enough to finish you off.

"Billy," you breathe. "Need you."

"I should make you beg," he taunts, slowly dragging the double-stitched denim of his fly upward and surprising you with a sudden jerk of his hips. You claw at his jacket and puff out a breath of air. You're not fucking begging. You try to grind your hips against him, but he reaches down to hold them still. You respond by lurching forward and biting his neck.

Billy responds with a slap to your ass. He pulls back, and you glare up at him, chest heaving. You're not fucking begging.

"Fuck it," he grumbles, reaching for his belt buckle. He unbuckles unzips, and slams into you in seconds.

Fuck, you missed this.

Billy begins to thrust hard and fast, eyes on yours. When you begin to approach your peak, you close your eyes and lean your head back. He grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. He wants to watch it happen. He needs to see what he does to you.

You come together, with grunts and moans, collapsing against each other in a panting heap. You fall back against the mirror, and he leans with you. His head rests on your shoulder. Breathing ragged. Bones weak. Brains foggy. Nobody makes you fall apart like he does.

"I love you," is what you want to tell him.

"I know," is probably what he would say before he smirked his dumb little smirk and zipped up those tight jeans that fit him just right and left your stupid ass in a puddle of your own tears again.

You wish you could hate Billy Fucking Hargrove.

[gingerjolover]

What I Want - Lucy Dacus x fem!reader

Synopsis: Lucy and her gf go to a halloween party and jealous!lucy makes an appearance.

G's notes: this was a request, shoutout to the anon who requested and the anon who asked for one of the boys and soft!gf to go as shego and kim possible (idk if ur the same person or not hehe)

wc: somewhere around 800?

warnings: RPF, alcohol, partying, touchin n grindin, slightly insecure soft!gf, jealous!lucy, no fundamental physical descriptors?

"You're sure it looks okay?" you ask, adjusting your shirt, the ribbed cropped 3/4 sleeve riding up slightly. Lucy smiles pulling your hands away, her own going to the hem to adjust it for you. "You look fine angel, why are you stressing?" she asks, a smirk on her face.

You run your hands down your cargo pants, turning around in the mirror. "I don't look funny?"

"Baby, you look hot," Lucy laughs, her own body adorned in black and green, her black hair styled and framing her face, her upper lip painted black. "I'd kiss you, but," Lucy says, pointing to her lips.

You pucker your lips anyway, your girlfriend giggling as she leans in to kiss you sweetly, hand moving across your back, pulling you in.

"Okay, c'mon, we're gonna be late," Lucy says, pulling away, her thumb rubbing your upper lip.

"Let me just grab my lipstick. I'll meet you in the car?" you ask, kissing her cheek quickly as you run to put some last-minute things in your fanny pack.

Lucy nods, grabbing her phone and heading out to the car where some of your friends are waiting. You lock up, head outside, and get to the party surprisingly quickly considering LA traffic.

You and Lucy walk in, fingers laced together, seeking out Phoebe, Julien, and some of your other friends. There's mandatory mingling, walking around, feeling out the vibe. The compliments you receive on your costumes help ease some of the anxiousness, Lucy holding your hips as you move through the crowd.

She eventually leaves you with Jo and Kelli, your eyes wide as you stare at what looks like... the beast with tits? They have you doubled over in laughter, Kelli wiping her eyes when you feel a pinch on your butt. You turn around and see Julien, Phoebe, and some of your other friends, immediately hugging them. "Look at you!" Phoebe says, winking.

"Me? Look at you PB," you say, looking at her costume, her skeleton body suit, knee-high boots, and black lipstick (you guys know the photo) are eerily close to her everyday attire. She smirks softly and looks around, "Where's Luce?"

"Getting drinks, did you-" you start to ask when "What I Want" by Muna starts to play. You and Kelli share a look before Phoebe grabs your hand, twirling you into her, a bunch of you getting into the middle of the backyard where people are already dancing. It takes no time at all for Phoebe to have her hands on your hips, moving your back against her front, grinding against you, both of you giggling wildly. Julien is holding your hands, moving them back and forth to the beat. Eventually, Julien pulls you from Phoebe, smacking a wet kiss on your cheek before twirling you playfully.

"Having fun?" Lucy asks, appearing out of nowhere, holding two drinks in her hands. Naomi stands behind her with wide eyes, looking at you and shaking their head playfully. You cock your head to the side, a confused look on your face. "Come dance Lu," you beckon softly, loud enough to be heard over the music. There's a twinkle in Lucy's eyes; they darken just a little as she stares at you. Phoebe smirks before taking your drink from Lucy's hand and handing it to you. "Someone's jealous," Phoebe teases in a sing-song tone.

"No she's not," you say scoffing, before looking at her again. "oh my god are you?" you ask, a bit shocked.

"Nope," she says, sipping her red solo cup, walking towards Jo.

"Wait-" you start, before Julien pulls you back in as another song starts to play. Your body moves however Julien pulls you, your eyes locked onto Lucy. She smirks softly, nodding at you as she raises an eyebrow. You turn back around, allowing yourself to move against Julien and Phoebe, relishing in the feeling of your girlfriend's eyes boring into you.

Several songs later, Phoebe lets you go with a "you're welcome dude," a kiss to your cheek, and a small push on your ass towards Lucy.

"Hi," you say slightly out of breath, Lucy wrapping her arm around you, kissing your hair as she hands you her drink. "That's not my lipstick on your cheek, is it?" she asks, her voice low and raspy in your ear. You gulp down the alcohol, shaking your head. "No, it's Phoebe's," you breathe out, her hand sliding down your back. One of the straps from your cargo pants proves to be the perfect anchor, Lcuy grabbing it and pulling you closer. "I'll remember that tonight," she says, tones dangerously low as she kisses a spot under your ear. She licks her thumb, wiping off Phoebe's lipstick before placing small kisses all over your face and neck, marking you quickly and possessively.

"There," she says nonchalantly.

"What? Why did you do that?" you ask, unable to see your face or the black lipstick covering your skin. You're fighting a smile, Lucy's jealousy very rarely bubbles to the surface.

"You're mine," she says low, kissing and biting your neck before patting you on the ass. "Just want to make sure everyone knows who you're leaving with tonight..."

[keen-li]

CLAWED | JJK | CH 06

Synopsis: "do you honestly think I want your help? I'm desperate " you can still see the hatred he has for you in his eyes, but you can also see the desperation.

Genre: e2l, angst, fluff, smut-ish. Convict jk x police officer reader

Warnings: none for now.

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You're in the chief's office waiting for him to arrive, he called for you which was rare. You were usually the one to follow him.

The air thickens when he enters the room as you exchange good mornings.

This man always carried an aura that made you stiffen and sit up straight.

"I've noticed your hard work and determination over the last cases you were on" He compliments you and you almost crack a smile as you thank him for his words.

"Don't let my compliment got to your head though" he chuckles and though you don't want to you chuckle aswell.

"It won't sir" you reassure.

"That's good cause I want you on the Kim case"

Your eyes almost bulge out in surprise when he says this. He wants you on this case? The case you've been thinking about every night even involving your neighbour to help discuss it.

"Me?" You question in disbelief and he nods "when?"

"Right now. The more officers we can have maybe the faster it can move. And you'll be joined by sunho...." and immediately he says sunho's name you block out the other names he says after that. You're gonna be working with sunho. Your heart races in frustration at the thought. First living with jungkook now working on the same case with sunho, what next?

When you get back to your station you hear sunho speak to you but you block him out.

"Looks like we're gonna be working together" you deadpan him not amused by his sarcastic tone. Why can't he just leave you alone.

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If anyone ever told you that you were gonna be in a car with sunho in the driver's seat you would rebuke them. But you had no choice but to be there because you never know the advantage completing and solving this case might have. Though it's painful to sit next to him you just have to, who knows you could get promoted after this.

you and sunho are seated in front of one of the largest banks in town on an task the chief sent you on.

The chief sent you and him to collect a file containing information about the Kim case. You and sunho haven't really talked and he hasn't said much to you. Seems like he's only a big talker in a crowd.

"You wanna go in or should I" you ask. You already know your answer but you just wanna make him feel involved.

"I'll do it" he says stepping out of the car. You are really surprised he doesn't say anything to you. He seems kinda different when he's away from the crowd of his friends. You still don't like him though.

After being gone for seven minutes, sunho comes back with a file in his hand.

You tried to reach for it but he pulls it back.

"This is a job for the for the boys" and his lost his streak.

"Well read it out loud" you say not wanting to conversate with him much especially if it's not gonna be about the case.

"It's just some bank transactions between the kim company and Kim taehyung."

"Well that's boring, doesn't his father own the company anyways"

"No, his uncle owns it now" he informs you still going through the papers.

"Taehyung was supposed to inherit the company but his uncle ended up snatching it from him." This is the first time you've heard this news. You really don't involve yourself in corporate family drama.

"Do you really think he's part of the heists on the Kim company? " sunho looks at you like it's obvious but you're not staring at him to notice.

"That could be his motive." You come to a conclusion more to yourself.

"Yeah whatever" he says turning his attention back to the paper.

"Seems like this taehyung guy has been transferring money to different accounts in different countries."

"Do we know what for?

"No"

"Any names of the accounts his sending his money to. He might be sending money to his accomplices."

"But why would he do it from his own account if he doesn't want to draw attention to himself"

" who said he doesn't want to draw attention to himself"you say and sunho goes silent thinking.

"Give me the papers I want to look at them when I get back home." you stretch your hand for sunho to give you the papers but he doesn't.

"Who said you get to go home with them" you look at him with a confused look.

"Because I'm more invested in this than you are"

"Who said I'm not invested"

you reach out and try to snatch the file from him but he pulls away

"Sunho give me the papers"

" no"

You two too struggle for some time for the file until you finally grab them from him.

The drive back to the station is silent as you hold onto the file for dear life.

Once you get back to the station sunho goes back to his normal self making snarky comments about you. Such a wuss.

After that you decide to do a little more investigating on the case especially on Kim taehyung. You take your time to read previous findings from the other people on the case.

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Jungkook is chilling on your couch drinking a smoothie he just made for himself when he gets a call from jin.

"Tell your little police friend to stop snooping around before she regrets it" jin says knowing jungkook has heard and is going to do as he says.

Jungkook doesn't say anything to him. He never really liked having conversations or interacting with jin cause he carries so many bad decisions that jungkook doesn't want to make but ends up making anyways.

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You've been working and fixating on this case for two days now, not coming up with any leads only hypothesis.

A sensible person wouldn't openly share any money obtained from heists if he was involved. Maybe he wasn't involved in the case or maybe he is, maybe he's just the brains and not the muscle maybe he's creating a distraction. Why his own company though? to get to his uncle? but why? so many theories and so many unanswered questions.

You come down to the clever decision to go to the downtown side of town to see if anyone knew anything about taehyung. Everyone there knows about everything atleast even one person must know.

You go there in your personal car and regular clothes, which doesn't seem smart considering this side of town is the hotspot for criminal activities. But you go there with your badge and gun, that should be some kind of protection right?

You drive through the dark , eerie and pedestrian filled road. Even in broad daylight this place feels dark. You can see people stare at you and your car with looks you can't dissect but they're nothing friendly or welcoming.

You just wanna leave but you're here on a job so you can't. Your racing mind won't let you.

When you step out of your car after parking in some corner and locking it, you can feel all the haunting eyes people stare at you with. You look around, shoulders tensed and mind alert as you turn looking for a victim for your burning questions you aren't nervous or scared anymore and your body shows it.

"Nice car. What's it doing here?" You hear a man speak behind you and you turn sharply to find him tracing his fingers on the logo of your Mercedes. A gift you got from your family.

"Dont touch it" you sharply say immediately going to stand next to your car.

When he asks what a pretty girl and such a car are doing here, you show him your badge and he nods. It doesn't frighten him like you thought it would. He actually seems even more intrigued.

"What brings you here officer" he says not in the slightest bit sounding intimidated by you.

He's dressed in a black T-shirt and black slacks with his bleached hair styled to suit him. When he runs his hands through it you notice the silver rings that decorate his fingers and even the small silver chain that hangs around his neck, looks like some expensive stuff.

His dark Iris stare at you as you try to assert your dominance in this conversation. He looks like a guy who knows this place like the back of his hand he might be the one to help you.

"I'm looking for some information on Kim taehyung" you hope he might be the one to give them to you. Even though your question is a little bit direct you hope that the man isn't startled by it.

"Why is he in some trouble?"

"No just have some questions"

This side of town carried a lot of information about criminals and the like. So if taehyung is involved in the criminal activities somebody around here must know or even be working with him.

"Why are you coming around here? why not ask the man himself" he questions placing his hands into his dark pockets.

"I don't think he'd tell me business about his family, now would he?" you say smirking as you say that. You mimic the man's actions as you place your hands in your pockets as well.

"No I don't think he would" the man chuckles showing you his well arranged pearly white teeth.

"What's his relationship with his uncle" the man laughs at your evident curiosity.

He then begins to openly explain and when you hear that taehyung wasn't happy that his uncle had gotten the company and that he dispises his uncle you felt like you've heard enough.

"And is his uncle fond of taehyung?" you shift from one foot to the other as you take in the information.

"No" the man then leans into whisper something.

"He actually wants to run taehyung dry of his assets"

you feel like you're being fooled because how can someone know so much about a high ranked business man's personal life. Seems like they don't hide their business well.

"I think that will be all, thank you..." as you turn to go to your car, you turn back to the man who's still standing there watching you with a dark glare that makes you uneasy.

"And what's the name of the man giving me this information?" You watch the man intently.

"Jin" he says bluntly.

"Thank you jin" you thank him.

"Anytime" jin says giving you a warm smile which you return awkwardly. He watches your car drive away as you feel satisfied with the answers he's given you.

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Jungkook curses under his breath at the sound of your feet against the floor. He's had to listen to this for over five hours and he's started to lose it.

A few minutes earlier he had brought the issue to you but you used your 'it's my house' card again. He knows it's your house it kills his ears whenever you remind him. But couldn't you spare his sanity on this one.

You've been busting your ass for two days every after work to work on this case. And even if jin's answers didn't make a break for the case, they definitely put you on a path to make more hypothesise.

The heists are mainly targeted at the Kim companies and any company in association with them so maybe taehyung is involved, because he's trying to get his uncle to step down due to the pressure and frustration of being the number one target of the heists

And unless he does step down you don't think taehyung will stop.

"Don't you think you've been working on this for a little too long." Jungkook says leaning against the door frame to your office or the room you like to work in.

The pen in your hand is stuck to the paper scribbling some connections, your eyes following each movement it makes.

You can feel jungkook move from the door and slowly walking towards you as he looks around the room. He takes in everything he sees. He always knew you were the organized reading type but two bookshops filled with books that's a bit much. Have you even read any of these.

His eyes run across all your achievements hung up on the wall, then he notices the gold medal hanging on the wall. He remembers this one you won it at the spelling competition. Jungkook wonders why they even held that competition.

That was the only time you beat jungkook. Yeah jungkook beat you when you it came to physicals but he could never beat you when it comes to books. It's not like he's not smart he actually is even earning himself and his school first place in the International School quizzes, when he was in high school. But there's just something that you have that he doesn't and even if you didn't capitalize on your intelligence in high school, because of your fear and shyness, you still had it and worked on it on your own at home.

Your dad would always push you to join these competitions but you never did. Your mother would always tell him to leave you alone and that you weren't ready.

Do you regret it, kind of. But you don't blame me yourself too much you had so much fear and doubt in you.

"Still sulking on how I beat you" you say noticing him looking at the medal. He chuckles turning his body towards you.

"No I knew you'd beat me" you don't say anything surprised by his confession.

"You're a smart girl y/n" he says smirking at you. Looking at him with suspicion you don't say anything wondering when he's gonna throw in an insult to make you feel less, but he doesn't. He simply stares at you noticing the shock on your face.

"What? surprised that I can actually have nice things to say" you continue to stare at him as he is eyes the papers on your desk related to the Kim case.

You nod "yeah I am" he laughs at that finally stopping in front of your desk and staring at you.

"Take a Break I made some brownies" he says not sounding like himself which makes you suspicious and confused. Jungkook sees it on your face. Since when did jungkook start baking and even inviting you to come eat with him.

"Come on I'm just trying to be kind to the person who took me in on that rainy night" you roll your eyes at his cringe.

"And who knows they might be better than yoongi's"

Pfft.

When he says that you scoff and stand up deciding you do need a break anyways, but also you really need to see if they might be better than yoongi's.

You walk to the door with jungkook standing by your desk.

"Well let's go" you say watching him and waiting at the door.

"Yeah right behind you" he taps his fingers against the wood of your desk as you nod and walk out to go to the kitchen.

Shortly after jungkook follows and walks behind you and quickly rushes to pull out the brownies he made.

They certainly don't look better than yoongi's and after tasting them you can definitely say they don't taste better than yoongi's.

They don't taste that bad, but if you got these at a bakery you'd be asking for a refund.

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You're standing stiff feeling the tears about to fall. But you don't let them you don't even let the chief and sunho, who's yelling, know or tell that you want to cry.

"I warned you chief that she would fuck this up" he preaches walking around as he complains.

"That's why I didn't want you to have them, I knew you'd lose them."

You can't even stand up for yourself because you're in the wrong. It's your fault and the last person you'd want to admit that to is sunho and even if you don't want to admit it he's probably right. Maybe you shouldn't have kept them. But you didn't think anything like this would happen.

"Maybe someone broke into my house" you finally say your tone quiet and sorrowful.

But there weren't any signs of a break in when you searched every inch of your house.

You're neighborhood is one of the safest neighborhoods in town, if not first place in safety. That's why you wanted to move there. So you doubt someone would break into your house to just steal that one folder, because that's the only thing that was missing including the vase you got from your grandmother.

"You're just making excuses" sunho scoffs "fucking bitch" you hear him mumble. And before you say what your heart wants to say the chief steps in.

All this time he's been quiet listening to you and sunho argue but mostly sunho just rumbling.

"Enough sunho" he says towards sunho who immediately shuts up to your amusement.

"Now y/n tell me what happened"

You explain everything to him, except jungkook. You didn't mention him because he had told you he didn't want anyone who knows him to know that he was living with you. That brought up some questions on your side but he didn't answer them, only vaguely telling you that one of the bar fight guys might still want to fight him. Which still doesn't make sense to you but you respect his wishes wanting to investigate him yourself.

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Ereen pov 1st day Broken Boy Eren x Reader

" Drink Drink Drink Drink" The crowd cheers as I watch you chugging shots and getting so unbalanced Falling into Armin arms.

" Yo Eren You good!" Armin shouts holding you in his arms. You looked completely gone.

" Come on loser why are you so far!" You shout pulling my arm. I wanted to dance but I knew  Annie wasn't fucking with you as she yanked my arm away.

" Bitch he's not gonna dance with you." She shouts.  You were to blazed to give her a reaction. All you could do was look at me and start laughing. I'm not sure why but it cracked me up as well. You walked back to the group leaving us in the distant. It was already 1am and I was ready to go. Me and Annie made it back before you. She insisted on sex and I wasn't gonna reject it till someone knocked on the door. 

" She's completely out of. " Connie laughs, your body almost lifeless. I started shaking my head. Boy how you're so annoying. After all this time You come back like you never left. I grab you from his side, picking you up in princess position. You threw your arms around my shoulders, eyes completely closed, so unaware.

" I'll put her to bed." I whispered to Connie and Jean before closing the door. I gently placed you on your bed. Your room filled with your scent. I pulled your blanket to your chin and wiped the make up off your face.

" What the fuck Eren!" Annie shouts walking in the room.

" She's completely unaware. It wouldn't be right to leave her." I respond irritated at how loud she was being.

" You are fucking her !"she shouts as you start to move.

" Bru I'm not doing this shit with you she's an old fucking friend, a roommate!" I yell annoyed at the constant yelping.

" Why the fuck are you taking care of her like this!" She shouts your body moves at the sound of her voice.

" Bru fine we'll fucking leave!" I Respond hoping you don't wake up.

Its not like I carried you just seemed like you needed the rest. I spent the night at Annie's parents house which was about 30 minutes from campus. I was running late hoping you were up or at least getting ready when I opened the door.

" Eren!" You shout

" What are you doing?" I asked trying not to laugh at how sneaky you looked.

" I thought you was asleep. I was gonna wake you." you respond.

" AH I was out last night you missed me." I giggle peeping through the door getting undressed. The fact you worried about me was cute even though you were the one completely out of it.

" I slept like a baby!" You shout, I could hear the annoyance in your voice.

" Don't leave without me! You have Mr. Smith biology. We have the same class!" I shout as the shower starts. You don't respond, but I know you wouldn't leave. I was so late I didn't get a chance to dry my hair, but I didn't want you to be late.

" Get up we're gonna be late "I shout pushing you out the door. We ran the whole way. Making it five minutes before the bell.

" No one else takes this course?" You ask following me to an open seat.

" Nope just me and now you." I sigh pulling out my  note book. The teacher walks and introduces you to the class. You stand up as people whistle at you. It annoyed me that you didn't sit down quickly.

"My name is y/n pleasure to meet you all!" You shout  before sitting down. I look at you and you look at me. I hadn't had the chance to actually look at you. You hadn't changed much. I thought.  I slid over the syllabus and notes for the lesson

" copy that It'll help you understand most stuff." I whisper to you.

" Thanks." You respond. After class you looked like your brain had just been fried with information.

" I don't think I understood a single thing." You sigh as you start sinking into your chair. I look at you trying not to laugh.

" Wow you really are prettier in person." A boy announces as his group of males follow.

" HUH? " You ask confused.

" Oh we know Connie he Posted you on his feed last night at some party. You looked amazing even now."  It annoyed me this was happening. Keep your cool Eren. I repeated to myself.

"Thank you. " you chuckle nervously.

" Can I have your number." The boys ask you and start laughing. It pissed me off that you were laughing. These guys desperately  flirting with you.

" Sorry but you're making my boyfriend uncomfortable." I look at you as you were pointing at me. To be fair it caught me off guard.

" You're not funny." I laugh watching you run down the steps.

" Yeah Yeah see you at home!" You shout running out the classroom. For some reason hearing you call the dorm we shared home made my happy. My last class had got canceled when Annie texted me.

Annie~ When is your class over?

YOU(Eren)~ Headed home now

Annie~Otw

When I got home I went to the kitchen looking for food. I really need to go to the store. At least I had a lot of snacks. In the mist of Looking at the snacks there was a knock on the door. I already assumed who it was.  Annie busted in pushing me against the wall ,devouring me in kisses. I picked her up with one hand. She wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to my bed. I threw her down on.

" Hurry  I missed you." She giggled. I laughed. Me and Annie had been dating for some time, but to be honest  it was more of a sexual relationship. I didn't believe in love, which made sex enjoyable just to get a nut off. After sex she started watching a movie on bed. I had homework so I sat at my desk and put in my EarPods. After some time Annie tapped my shoulder.

" I'll be right back I'm starving" She said exiting the room. I nodded resuming my studies. It had taken her a while so I got curious. I removed my pods and heard Your voice. I dashed out the room Pulling you off Annie who was bleeding through her mouth and nose.

" What the hell is wrong with yall!" I  shout looking at you and then her.

"Get your bitch! Before I do!" You shout before slamming your room shut.

" What the hell!" I asked Annie helping her to her feet. She looked at me holding her face. I didn't know you could throw punches like that.

" Are you okay?" I asked her. She didn't respond cleaning her face in my restroom.

" You need a new roommate. I don't like the fact she lives with you." She said sitting on the edge of your bed.  It annoyed me how she couldn't just drop the idea of you and me. I had nothing to say. She gathered her things leaving in anger. I didn't try and stop her. I finished my homework you still in your room. I assume you hadn't eaten and I knew the kitchen was empty so I ordered a pizza. I really wanted to talk to you. I had heard movement  so I decided to get up and there you were digging in the icebox.

" I ordered a pizza. " I announce leaning against the wall behind you.

" Good for you." you smiled. I grab your arm turning you around. I wanted to see your face.

" You're bleeding." I respond touching a thin cut above your eyebrow.

" Yeah from your bitch!" You shout slapping my hand away from you.

" look I'm sorry I didn't think she would attack." I sigh. I knew it was my fault and I knew you would still blame me.

" Fuck you both!" You shout returning to your room.

" Fuckkkk!" I shout.  not knowing why exactly it bothered me.  I calmed my nerves before knocking on your room door.

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[dream-meister-translations]

100 SLEEPING PRINCES & THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS

EDMOND CHARACTER CARD #4

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EDMOND : This place is as beautiful as ever.

MINISTER : Yes, but if we continue deeper into the impoverished area, the condition will deteriorate greatly. 

EDMOND : Why is that?

MINISTER : The buildings are old and crumbling apart. No one has maintained them. It's not suitable for human life. 

EDMOND : Let me see the documentation of these buildings.

MINISTER : Yes, Sir. 

With a furrowed brow, Edmond carefully scanned over the documents. All the while, a crowd of onlookers were gathering and watching with curious eyes. 

(They look surprised he's here...Must be that Edmond rarely conducts these inspections...) 

I jumped and let out a startled yelp when the sound of a loud, screaming voice echoed through the streets. 

MAN : Do you think it's alright to do something like this!?

(What the heck is going on...?)

I turned to look in the direction the shouting was coming from and spotted a young boy cowering on the ground, surrounded by several large men. He looked terrified.

(That's the boy from before...)

BOY : Hey, it's the lady who gave me the cookies! 

EMMA : Excuse me, what is going on here?

Before thinking through my actions, I had stepped between the men and the boy in order to protect him. 

MAN : Mind your own damn business! This little rat stole our stuff!

EMMA : .......

BOY : ...I'm sorry....I'm so sorry....

The boy curled up in a ball on the ground was trembling as he apologized over and over again. Instinct had me crouching down to wrap him up in a protective hug.

EMMA : I apologize on his behalf. He's young and didn't know what he was doing. Won't you please forgive him?

BOY : ...Miss...

MAN : As if I'm gonna just forgive him 'cause you say so! How dare he steal our things! If you're siding with him, we're gonna have to beat your ass too!

The men held up their fists, prepared to hit me. 

TOWNSFOLK : Hey! Stop it! How dare you lay hands on a woman and a child! They already apologized and you got your things back, just move on! 

All the men and women in the poverty district had gathered around, verbally defending me and the boy. 

MAN : The fuck...!? 

After that, the men finally ran away. 

BOY : Thank you so much, Miss. 

After the men were out of sight, the boy finally ceased his trembling and weakly smiled up at me. 

EMMA : You're welcome. Just please, remember to never steal again, okay?

BOY : Y-Yeah. I promise. I'm so sorry...

Seeing that the boy appeared to be truly apologetic and set on changing his ways, I said my goodbyes before turning to head back to Edmond. However...

(That's weird...Where did Edmond go...?)

BOY : Are you lost, Miss?

EMMA : Seems so...

TOWNSFOLK : If you're looking for Prince Edmond, I saw him inspecting a building over there. 

The kind men and women from earlier pointed me in Edmond's direction.

EMMA : Thank you so much!

(These people are so nice...)

After thanking the townsfolk, I headed in the direction they had pointed in search of Edmond. As I walked a bit further...

EMMA : ....!?

The angry group of men from earlier suddenly jumped out of the shadows. Surrounding me like sharks hunting their prey. 

EMMA : Y-You're the guys from before...

MAN : You're a friend of Prince Edmond, right?

MAN : It's rare to run into such a fancy lady in a place like this. Why don't you come have some fun with us? 

The look in his eye sent a shiver down my spine. 

(Wh-What are they going to do to me!? This is so scary...!)

Just then...

EDMOND : You, there! What are you doing to her?

Edmond accompanied by a group of armed soldiers approached me and the men. 

MAN : Damn it! Let's get outta here!

The men immediately fled the scene. Letting out a breath of relief, Edmond rushed to my side and firmly grasped at my shoulders. Looking me over with a concerned gaze.

EDMOND : ...Where did you run off to? I told you not to leave my side no matter what.

EMMA : ...I'm sorry...But it's okay...I-I'm fine...

EDMOND : You wouldn't have been fine if I hadn't arrived...And you're trembling...

Edmond reached out to gently caress my back in an attempt to calm and reassure me. His fingertips tracing patterns in my spine. 

EDMOND : I shouldn't have ever brought you here.

EMMA : ...Huh?

EDMOND : What if you'd been kidnapped by those despicable poverty district men...Or worse? The thought makes me sick.

EMMA : But, Edmond, there are also nice people in the poverty district.

EDMOND : .........

EMMA : Edmond...?

Edmond fell silent, his gaze shifting to his boots.

EDMOND : This is no place for someone like you. We should head back to the city.

EMMA : Ah....

With that, Edmond grabbed at my hand, tangling our fingers and pulling me through the poverty district in the direction of the palace. It was strange, though he was typically a very gentle man, his grip on my hand was so tight. His knuckles white. As if he was terrified I would wiggle free.

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"How did it come to this.." Terry muttered to himself, gazing out of the glass jar that kept him captive. Staring into the open lockers as the doors stretched past the horizon "One minute I'm doing my own homework and now I'm my football team's mess. Dragging me into one of their bets, as if I don't have enough on my plate."

**Slam!** the door further ahead would bash open, the light from the outside shining into the lockers. Loud uproar soon filling the silence as the sounds of cleats clacked along the tiles. Massive figured in footballs gear marched inside as they quickly crowded the locker's walkways.

"Oh man was that a good match, never seen someone fly like that."

"Right?! 26 nearly knocked the quarterback's cleats off with that tackle!"

As the players got closer, many of them would split to the other walk ways as they went to get their normal clothes. Traveling in packs as they tackled a few into the locker doors. It made Terry feel nervous as the giant figures mingled amongst each other. But none sent his emotion through the roof when the captains gathered came towards the jar. "Alright, alright boys. Settle down for a sec." Jace, one of the captain's said. The room quieting down partially before the players gathered in a huddle. "We got a very special treat for you today. A little thank you gift after pummeling our rivals from Osar university. I'd like you to meet, our temporary team nerd." The captain presented.

As the captains moved out of the way, Terry was met with eyes staring at him from the jar as they all looked at him in awe. Backing up to the glass wall behind him as he sheepishly waved.

"This little nerd, is Terry our personal tender" Liam, the second captain announced. "according to our little bet, he is to take care of any need or urge that we see fit. Fun right?" Grabbing the jar, he tilted it forward on its side before shaking Terry out of jar. Presenting him out to the other players as they all surrounded the table. Terry couldn't help but stand as the attention surrounded him. Standing over him like pillars as their helmets hid their faces from sight.

"Oh man. just look at him"

"Our new tender huh? Ohoho this'll be fun"

"He looks so scrawny, I doubt he'd be able to handle a thing. Come here you.." One of the players loomed closer while extending their hand out to grab him. Terry forcing his eyes shut, awaiting the sudden pressure that it would bring.

"Ah ah, no so fast" Jace interrupted, swatting the hand of the other player. pushing Terry backwards before dropping the jar back ontop of him as he placed a hand along the top. "You'll each get your turn with him, but it's gonna be team organized."

"Aww come on"

"Seriously?"

"Quit your whining, we're not finished. The order is gonna be based on hierarchy. As each day passes, each group will get to take the little nerd with them and have their fun. With each day, we switch. So.." Pulling out a notepad, Liam grabbed a pencil as he started to write down notes. "The quarter backs are the first that get him. Then, the linebackers. And lastly, the captains. You'll each get a day after practice to take him home and do whatever you want. Sound fair?"

"Hell yeah!" The player roared.

"Good, then we can get started. Quarter backs, he's all yours first." Jace announced, moving along with the rest of the players as they went to collect their gear. The quarterbacks slowly coming into view as the three of them casted shadows over the jar.

"Well well, it looks like we get Terry here first boys" the first quarter back mentioned.

"Certainly. oh the plans we have in stored for you, its gonna be a good one."

"W-what did you have in mind?" Terry asked nervously. Yipping as one of them grabbed his entire body. The three of them carrying him off to the far exit. Slamming the door behind them as they left the other players.

Quarterbacks:

As the day shifted into the evening time, the sun would set upon a house near the trees as the quarterbacks gathered together. Kicking open the door, they went inside and prepared for their fun. Terry along with them as a firm grasp still remained around him. "Alright boys, we've arrived. If you gotta use the bathroom now, use it. It's gonna be a long night before we're done."

"Good. Already used it anyway" Rylan confirmed, tossing his gear off towards the couch. Their shoes soon following with them while he relaxed on the couch.

"I see you planned ahead, now we get to the good stuff" Jake said, holding up Terry in his palm as he gave him a firm squeeze.

"Gck! Is squeezing really necessary" Terry wheezed. The hand's grasp constricting him like a snake, just barely holding onto his breath as he was forced to exhale.

"Shut up, nerd"

"heh, he's like a little squeaky in my palm. I could squeeze him all night if I got the chance." Jake mentioned, continuing to squeeze lightly around Terry. Shrugging off the idea before letting go of him.

Terry felt his stomach drop as Jake let go of him. Flailing aimlessly at the empty air to stop his body from spinning in place. But a soft surface would stop him as his body bounced slightly. Landing back down with firm plop as he got back up to his feet. Barely able stand up on his own as his feet sunk into its soft surface. Standing still, he looked around the object he was standing on as the furniture became more spread out. Tassles hanging around the sides as fur trailed around the edges. "A pillow?" Terry asked, focusing up at the sky as the light began to darken. The three quarterbacks soon filling the space as socked feet stood around the pillow. Their legs soon crouching to let the players sit, as the musky air from their bodies washed over him.

"Alright Terry, its time for your daily duties.." Rylan announced, the other two player joining him on the floor as they all stretched out their legs towards the pillow. As Terry observed the three of them, three pairs of feet rushed to greet him as their heels rested along the cushion. Forming a triangle around it as the toes arched overhead like gates.

"Get ready.." Jake soothed through his voice, the three players grabbing onto the tip of their socks before beginning to draw them backwards. Drawing them back like a curtain as their bare skin revealed themselves. The toes being last to exit out of them as their once aligned position spread out more.

"Holy.." Terry gasped as he fell on his rear. Forced to look upward as the walls of feet towered over him. "Look at the size of them.."

Fwomp! As Terry was getting ready to stand, he felt a massive force behind him crash into the pillow. Covering half his body under it as soles laid across his shoulders. "Hey! Don't slack off nerd! You better pull your weight for us or you'll regret it!" Tyler roared, twisting his foot a bit to let his toes prod at their guest underneath. Squeezing their sides around Terry's neck as the warm musk from a day within the sock sunk into his nose.

"Alright, alright!" Terry gritted, flaring his nose to wash the smell out of his nostrils. After another firm press, the toes finally lifted. Sticking him to the bottom of the foot as it displayed him out to the others with a soft wiggle.

"That's more like it." tyler approved.

"Careful Tyler" Rylan tauntered "if you break him before the others have their fun, they'll cause a real fus."

"Hah! Let em!" Tyler responded, rolling his eyes before scrunching his toes together. Letting gravity take way as it peeled Terry off of the bottom of his foot.

"Well I'm not letting you have all the fun. My feet need some action and they're craving for some attention" Jake responded, lifting his feet more onto the cushion as they extended over towards Terry. Their bottom side laid horizontal as they the toes curled down around Him. Barely catching his breath, Terry tried to move out of their path as the toes wiggled closer, but was too slow to escape them as the balled soles squished against him. Their sticky surface sending out a rubbery squeak as the toes wrapped around Terry like a fly trap. "Where do you think your going ?" Jake taunted, raking Terry along his left foot. Before bringing the toes back in aligment as he sandwiched them together.

"Gch...nghh!" Terry gritted underneath the pressure of both feet. The rough skin grinding along his body like sandpaper as the light from the room only seeped through gaps above. slowly starting to massage against each other, he felt his gaze turn from the heel to the front of the toes as he was rolled around in between. Pressed down upon by the balls of the soles as they acted as barriers for his predicament. The more he tried to squeeze through them, the more tighter they became in order to sustain him.. On the outside, Jake would be admiring the display as he laid his hands along the floor behind him. Sitting in a criss-cross position as his legs shaped like a diamond.

"Boy does he feel good. For such a scrawny nerd, that physique of his is really hitting the spot" Jake commented, Terry managing to pushing the feet apart a bit, a simple flex clasping them back down as he returned to grinding his feet together.

" right? He just has that touch with how small he is. No wonder our opponents treasured him so much."

"A foolish mistake on their part, but we sure as hell won't waste it" Rylan responded. Jake letting up the pressure as he unclenched his toes, tossing Terry back onto the cushion as a little gasp came from him below. But he was barely able to have a relaxing point before Rylan's foot scooped him up by his waist, dipping inti a sock he held open as he slipped the entirety of it over his foot. Terry's human shaped outline visibly seen from outside, as the toes proded and curled his form with light scrunches.

"Gch-nch!" Get me out of this thing!" Terry muffled, clawing out at the fabric as flakes stretched out from the bottom. But Rylan's other foot laid across his socked prison as the toes stretched overhead. Curling over his torso to keep his struggling in place.

"Less yappin', more foot rubbin' nerd" Rylan responded, Jake and Tyler drawing their feet more closer, as they pushed their feet against each other. Smothering Terry underneath as his voice became more muffled.

Linemen:

After practice, the quarterbacks delivered Terry to the Linemen for their time. Wrapped up in one of Rylan's used socks, before tumbling into the palms of the lead lineman. Carrying him off into the farther locker rooms as the 8 of them squeezed into a room. As time went by, some of the player's walked by the door to see what's up. Hearing nothing but chuckles and splashing as the floor started to leak out liquid. Though they had questions, they forced themsleves to push on as they went down the rest of the hallway.

Meanwhile inside the room, the linemen would be huddled in a circle. A bucket in the center as one of the players squatted down beside it. The others cheering him on as he as he held his bare ass between his hands. And underneath, Terry, waist deep between the mounds as little droplets trickled out from the crack. "Scrub! Scrub! Scrub! Scrub!" The player's roared.

"You heard him Terry! Keep scrubbing!"

"I am scrubbing- gch! As fast as I can!" Terry responded, using a cloth to wash the behind of number 67. The cloth catching a snag between the folds, forcing him to fumble his fingers into the frowsty flesh to free it. "Don't you guys ever wash back here? I've been scrubbing for so long and it still smells back here."

Bwrrap! The sphincter ahead pushed outward as its center opened. Squeezing out air from inside with a sudden burst erupting towards Terry as droplets inside splashed into his face. "ah, gross!" he gagged, placing the cloth he had in center of the hole. but the orifice only enveloped over it. Clamping around it more as it refused to let go.

"What you thought my ass would smell like roses? A little wash like that won't make it any better" 67 remarked.

"Yeah I can see that! Terry retorted. Placing a foot onto asshole holding his hand captive as he heaved backwards. Managing to move it slightly, but not enough to pull it out as the lips clenched firmly in place.

"Ooo that feels good" the player taunted."

"Dang it, let go-whoah!" Managing to pull himself free, Terry tumbled backwards as his hand slipped out the whole. Sliding across the wet floor to the furthest walls before coming to an abrupt stop. Sluggishly getting back up, he looked at his hand as he looked back at number 26, the tip of the cloth he used still stuck between his Asshole as the cheek closed over it. "Hey! My cloth!" He shouted to him.

"Your what?..Oh that little tissue? Barely even felt it in there." Prying apart a cheek, he fished a finger through his ass as he pinched at the skin inside, plucking out the cloth from his hole as he pulled it out. Its texture was matted beyond belief, covered in tainted brown as the sweat droplets dripped off its fabric. "Here.." He said as he tossed it towards Terry. Watching it splat along the tiled floor. "Now get back to cleaning!"

"I can't wash with it now, its too dirty."

"Well im not wasting my turn on an excuse like that.." Another player announced into the crowd. A bulkier figure parting the circle as the heavy thuds of their feet filled the void. Number 55, the heavy muscle of the group. "If that cloth's out of the picture, there's certainly other ways to clean." He said, approaching Terry closer.

"What? I Don't see anything else I can use." Terry responded back. Caught off guard as number 55's foot stomped closer.

"I'm looking at it." Number 55 claimed, his hands already behind his back as he clasped a handful of his own ass. Spreading them apart, he adjusted his feet to face away from the wall and pointed his back towards the wall, his ass hovering above the little nerd as the bulk of his thighs jiggled heavily in place. Squatting down, he Laid his back against the wall before sliding down its length towards Terry. Stopping just an inch away, as the rows of fat and ass muscle in between displayed itself within.

"Oh..i see" Terry said, feeling his heart sink in response. But was barely able to process it as a finger swooped underneath him. Lifting him upward as the crater of his Asshole crowned around him. Forcing him to place his arms against the flesh wall, he quickly started to push against it to sustain his position he now had. Refusing to go any deeper as the lips of the player's pucker clicked at his nose, and the floor behind him bringing him even more close to it as a swift breeze blew out from its depths. "Grghh!"

"Now that your in position, I can finally get myself comfortable"

"No wait!" Pwop! The weight increased harder on Terry as the floor pushed him upward. Compacting him into the crater and sending him face first into the wrinkles of the hole. It's ring welcoming his nose with a firm squelch, but the rest of his face endured the rest, blinded by pink flesh as the sweat glands coating it soaked into his skin. With a heavy thud, Number 55 sat on the floor. His ass jiggling to an abrupt halt as the room grew slightly quieter. Terry's voice muffled underneath number 55, quickly drown out as the chatter of the other players filled the room.

"Oh dude, wouldn't want to be caught under that ass."

"All that weight's gonna tire him out before the rest of get the chance."

"You're welcome to move me if want him to youreself.." Number 55 responded to the other players, prying the left side of his cheek to adjust the wedge of skin pushing against each other. Terry letting out a yelp for assistance before the thick cheek slammed back down "But I'm already to comfortable to just get up." He said with a firm pat on his belly.

"Ah fine, keep him. But you got an hour with him before I get my shot."

"Your shot? You mean my shot!"

"Hell no, it's me!"

"No, me!"

"Ah here we go.." Number 55 groaned, massaging the side of his brow in annoyance. But soon gazed down at his waist to feel movement underneath.

Further below, Terry would be in disarray as he gazed around his fleshy cage. Able to move his limbs around the flesh of the ass cheeks, but only barely before the player above adjusted himself. The dimmed environment growing slightly lighter through the gaps, before dimming back down. "Why is it always the heavy ones I gotta deal with." He groaned, doing his best to hold the anal muscles up. Some of it starting to spill over his arms due to the increasing heat, decreasing how effective his arms would be as the sphincter droop closer. "No no no no" Terry responded to the sudden shift, moving his hands to block its path as his fingers stretched into the meaty folds. Spreading its center apart as it gaped partially open "go back up you!" He retorted, prodding against it to hoist it up, the evironment letting out a low gurgle higher above as the continued to increase. A burst of gas flowing into him from above as the air grew foul and hotter "ah come on! Again!" He shouted, wrestling with the hole above. As the cheeks around began to cave as well.

"Lively little nerd are ya? I like that, keep it up and I almost take it it easy on you. Almost."

Captains:

The day after the linemen had their fun with Terry, they dropped him off back in the jar. Leaving a portrait picture of their asses in the frame. Terry's upper half caught underneath one player's, as his bottom half was caught underneath another's. As the Linemen left for their after-practice activities, the captains approached to see Terry. Barely able to hold back their laughter as he slouched against the side of the jar.

"Hoho, looks like Terry here has been through quite the ringer" Liam said, tapping the glass to get his attention.

"I'll say, never seen so much ass compacted in one place" Jace chimed in, looking at the portrait the linemen left behind. Picking up the jar as he shook it around place.

"H-hey! Quit it!" Terry yelled.

"Well, he certainly still has some energy. Not as much as desired, but I guess it'll do."

"Alright, what shall we do with him Jace"

"Hmm.." Puzzled at the question, Jace looked at the jar as he stared at Terry. What is it that they can do? He would like a good foot message, but Terry looked to limp to even stand. And the linemen already tuckered him out enough. Brainstorming, his gaze moved away from the jar as a scrubber layed along the bench. "You know, I think I know what we can do.." Jace replied, grabbing the scrubber and the jar. As him and Liam made they're way to the back room.

As the door closed behind them, the sounds of the lockers filled the void. Player's making their way back, most of them gathering their things as they went home for the night, while the others talked about their time with their little nerd. As they mingled amongst each other, the sounds of the showers lingered from the door the captains entered. Steam Flowing out from underneath, as the scent of axe traveled with it. Inside, Liam and Jace would be stripped as the two of them joined a shower together. Drenched by the water trickling out from the faucet, the suds washing off their legs as jace held the end of the scrubber's handle. Brushing the whiskers around his back while talking to Liam.

"Ah nothing like a good shower after practice ay Liam"

"Totally, with how hot it is I sure worked up a sweat."

"I feel ya, got a bit sweaty out there myself. But nothing a brushing can't fix. Isn't that right, Terry?" Jace asked, drawing the scrubber away from his back before turning it over to face him. Terry strung up at the top of it as the bristles of the brush held the string he was tied to in place.

"I..**coughs**. Yes, entirely."

"You bet" Jace responded, flipping the scrubber upside down before lowering it down between his legs. Sticking the brush into the side of his inner thigh. His balls covering it with a swift roll as suds filled the gap between "and there's plenty of it where that came from." Clasping more of the handle, Jace scrubbed firmly at his thigh. Focusing along the inside of his leg before scrubbing near his taint.

Terry could barely get a word in on the situation as soap and water blocked his words. His vision shrouded with suds, before transitioning to dark wet skin as squeaks sounded in his ear with each glide. "Mph- gch!" He managed to mutter, but not enough to hear past the the shower's roars. Smothered by the inner thigh of the captain as the drooping balls next to him laid along the side of his shoulder.

"You gonna hog him all day there jace, I got some spots too wash as well" Liam playfully said.

"Knock yourself out" Jace responded, tossing the scrubber to Liam as he dosed the brush and Terry with the running water of the faucet. Lathering more soap before lowering the handle behind him.

"Ugh, more soap?" Terry rsponded, the liquid slowly dripping down his torso as he felt a bit of it drip onto his chin. Shifting his head a bit to not get any of it in his nose, he looked upwards as the trajectory of the brush started to shift. Bubbled ass cheeks coming into view as it hastened towards him at full speed. Just as Terry was about speak, the brush plunged in between them before scrubbing its bristles against against one of the slab of muscle. "Grghh!" Terry grunted from the brushing, Liam's cheeks muffling them softly, before suds soon filled the asscrack.

"Mmm, now that's the stuff. That spot's been bothering me all day." Liam sighed softly, rotating the edge of the brush to brush his hole.

"I can tell. watching you out there, heh, one would assume you'd got a wedgie."

"You would be too if you had it" Liam laughed back. "Just like that hard on of yours."

"Hey, it's got a mind of its own. Not my fault it wants attention" Jace replied. "And speak of the devil..." Gazing down, he looked at his cock as it length began to pulse. Erecting partially, it extended outward before arching itself up. "Guess its heard us talking about him. Let's say we get it the attention it seeks." Walking over to the corner, Jace opened a container on the side of the wall. Pulling out a condom as he took off the wrapper. "Think that's enough cleaning duty for that little nerd."

"I hear ya" Liam agreed.

As the two talked among each, Terry would still be wedged between Liam's ass as the faucet drenched water into the crack. He pushed against the slabs of muscle to make room for the water to pass by, but that wasn't good enough as the current continued to wash over him. That is, until the brush started to move again. Dragging him out from the ass as the light from the outside welcomed him once more. Fumbling fingers greeting as it undone the strong string attaching him to the bristles of the scrubber.

"Decent job Terry. would've had you there longer, but Jace here got other plans for you."

"Wha?" Terry asked puzzled, still wiping the water caught on his face "what other plans?" Terry continued to rub his eyes sluggishly as bits of the liquid remained. Finally able to open his eyes as he proceeded to blink furiously to adjust back to the light. But his eyes widened as the maw of the plastic condom came into view. Dumped inside as he hurtled to the bottom with a sudden bounce. He could barely readjust himself, his limbs flailing against the plastic surface to register a hold. But found none as they slipped off with ease. But there was a sound that did register up above, the wet sound of rubber grinding against each other. As he looked up, the opening he came from was filled up by Jace. His waist towering over the condom, and the shaft already making its way down as it touched at Terry's feet. "You wouldn't!" Terry shouted.

"Oh I would" Jace responded back, tugging at the end of the condom as it slipped onto the base of his cock. Taking in the remaining space Terry had left, smothering him in between the cockhead and the plastic wall behind. Gripping firmly around the neck, Jace began to fiercely stroke at the shaft. Gliding up its length with a slow stride, corkscrewing roughly around the head as he gave a firm squeeze at Terry's bulging form. "Grh!..gch!..gch!" He huffed deeply. Focusing on the sensation inside him as a pulse boomed throughout his body. Directing itself towards his shaft as its stiffness grew tighter.

"Well now, didn't know you had that much energy left" Liam admired, washing off the rest of the suds on his body as he watched Jace continue.

"Been saving it, for just the right occasion" Jace responded. As his pace became faster, he focused more along the top of his cock as he could feel the liquid within begin to come out. Oozing pre into the condom as a blotch of cum was visible from with the plastic. With the increased pressure from Terry's pushes, it confirmed it even more. "Aaah!" Jace roared, expunging his seed inside the condom as the end swelled up like a balloon. Terry's bulge becoming lost within it.

For a moment, Jace sat there as he smirked at the condom. Though he couldn't see Terry visibly, he could certainly feel him swimming against him. Little handprints here and there, but not enough to tell the difference from the sways of the seed inside. Taking off the condom, he let his cock slide out with ease. A cum trail following the tip as it broke off once he closed it. Tying the end into a knot before he held at eye level. "Now that, was good" Jace announced, now able to see jostling bulges within as they bumped against the condoms walls.

"I can tell, wouldn't want to be that nerd right now. Gonna be in for quite the swim."

"Indeed, but that's his problem. Now we just gotta give him back to our rivals."

"Oh? How do you want to do it?"

"Oh I've got something in mind.." Jace smiled, grabbing a towel for the two of them as they left the locker.

That following monday, a package arrived in their opponents locker room. A small box with a bow ontop as a note was left on it. "A gift to our generous rivals" it said in underline. The players were puzzled as they gazed at the note, one of them deciding to step forward as they untied the string. Pulling it off, they lifting the lid of it as they took a look inside. The photo with linemen's asses would rest the left side of the box, a used up sock residing the left. And in the center, a used up condom as liquid still remained inside. Soon coming alive as the hand and foot prints punched at the walls.

"Get me out!" Terry's voice yelped out, slightly gargled by the cum inside as the condom stirred in place. The players were disgusted as at the sight as some looked away. But the others continued to stare, as a little note appeared below the condom.

"Here's your nerd back, bet him again and he just come back worse."

[miyacreampie]

Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

🏙️

‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

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taste of ale and towers

Eren Jaeger x F!Reader (PoC)

Summary: Your favourite patron finally makes a move, and it takes you into the sky.

Content: Unabashed fluff, some jealousy, mentions of alcohol, jealous!Eren. Scouts getting to be stupid. 

You liked your job.

Drunkards, vomit, and brawls aside. You enjoyed the warm atmosphere of the tavern, with its brick walls and its crackling fire. You enjoyed sorting through the clinking glasses and bottles, hearing the bar tales from old regulars and new faces. You were meticulous about cleaning, ensuring that this was one of the only taverns in the town that didn't reek of bile and piss. Instead the scent of soft hay, spiced mead and warm bread filled the room, fighting for dominance with the crowing laughs of the patrons. It was pleasant.

Yeah, you liked your job. Especially on nights like these.

"There is NOOOOO way you're taking credit for that one, that's all me." Connie's hand pushed into Sasha's face, his brows furrowed as the tall girl slapped his hand away and shoved a finger into his cheek.

"Yoush need ta shut up, Conster. Ain't a little tyke like you ever gonna get a titan THAT big. It was HUGE!" She burst from her seat, rocking the table and throwing her hands up to the ceiling. "IT WAS THIS BIG!" the table roared with laughter as Mikasa struggled to pull her back down. You smiled along with them as you filled a tankard. You'd have to cut her off soon.

"Stop knocking over drinks Sasha, you're going to give y/n more work."

The voice cut through the thrum of conversation. You could have picked the sound of him out of a storm, or a symphony. And it made your heart race every time.

You could feel him walking towards you through the crowd, and kept your eyes down. There was a deep scratch on the counter, and you dragged the rag over it repeatedly, until a hand entered your vision. His fingers were long, the skin taunt against bone and tendon. They were the hands of a soldier. But when he rested his it over yours, they were gentle.

"Hey, do you mind if I take this for a second?" Eren asked, his mouth twisted into a rueful grin as he nodded his head back towards his friends. "Don't want things to dry up and get sticky."

He was your most faithful patron. You knew that if he wasn't off saving humanity, he would be in your tavern after dinner at the barracks. But he never drank much, nursing a single beer, maybe two over a few hours.

"Oh, I can clean it myself!" You chirped, and his lower lip twitched slightly, head tilting.

"You're busy, it's okay. Let me." He pulled it away firmly, shooting you a small smile as he turned back. You were happy to see it. It seemed as though he smiled less and less these days. But there always seemed to be at least one for you. You regretted that you weren't able to sit with him tonight, have his gaze upon you as you leaned into his heat. He had been away for a few weeks, and you missed him. Even though he wasn't yours to miss.

"God, you might as well work here 'ren" Jean drawled, and the pale haired man's eyes flicked to yours. Eren scowled at him, wiping the table clean. "Would have pretty co-workers at least." You flushed at the compliment, turning on your heel to busy yourself with needlessly sorting bottles in the shelves. You could tell the group was appraising you now.

"Watch it." Eren snapped, flicking the rag quickly to snap against the scout's cheek. Jean grinned, smelling Eren's weakness. He snatched at the rag, tugging it from the green eyed man's grasp.

"I'll return this for you." Jean grinned, sliding out from the booth and padding through the crowded chairs and bodies. Before Eren could even formulate a way to get him to stop, he was at the bar, pushing his hair back and fixating you a handsome grin.

His friends stared with awe, even Sasha hushed by the sight of quiet rage in Eren's face.

"He's just blatantly making moves on your girl huh?" Connie commented, eliciting a glare from Eren.

"Don't have a 'girl', idiot. No clue what you're on about." Eren dropped into his seat, but his eyes were glued on how Jean was leaning over the bar, long arm outstretched to gesture to a jewel coloured bottle on the shelf. He was crowding you, leaning in so close. He could probably smell the scent of vanilla and rose, and see how prettily a lock of hair curled by your jaw.

"Oh puhlease, Errrren." Sasha took a sloppy swing of her ale, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You look at her with those big ol' cow eyes, and you're here, what? Every night?" She looked around the table for validation, only met with an angry green stare as eyes of grey, blue and black averted strategically. "You don't even drink!" She rested the glass against her face, eyes closed and expression pulled into a caricature of mourning. "Oh, how will your love ever withstand this distance of 9 feet? How will you ever cross it?"

"Can you shut up and eat some peanuts or something?" Eren snapped, his face red. Armin's mouth was twitching as he fought back a smile, and Mikasa had pressed her wineglass to her lips for an uncharacteristically long amount of time, eyes twinkling over the rim.

"We're out of peanuts." Sasha was truly mournful now, pulling the bowl towards her with both hands.

"Yeah, maybe we can ask Jean's new girlfriend for a refill." Connie murmured into his hands. Sasha roared with laughter, and even Armin couldn't hold back a chuckle, looking sheepish when his best friend glared at him.

"Sorry, 'ren. But Sasha has a point y'know. You have to make a move eventually." His fingers were knit around the tall glass of mead in front of him. But his eyes were still sharp, and his smile kind.

"I'm not going to "make a move"." He replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You guys are making a big deal of nothing."

"Oh come on, just admit it." Connie exclaimed, rubbing his fingers over his dark buzz. "It's obvious she's crazy about you too. She doesn't sit with anyone else, literally just you. And it's not for the conversation, because you suck at that." Eren glowered as the table nodded solemnly. But he couldn't deny it made his heart beat faster.

"She looks at you the same way you look at her. Have you noticed that?" Armin asked, resting his chin on his hand.

Eren watched as you tucked a raven lock behind your ear, nodding as Jean spoke softly to you, his finger tracing the rim of a glass you had filled for him.

He hadn't noticed the way you look at him. He was too busy noticing how soft your eyes were, how you would always keep a place for children to sit behind the bar in case the room got too rowdy. How you'd stand your ground against men twice your size, sneering up at them in a way that was honestly intimidating. How gentle your hands were when they'd rest on his arm, laughing at some stupid joke or comforting him when he'd appear with bags under his eyes and ghosts on his breath.

"Do it." Came Mikasa's soft encouragement, nudging him from his seat. "Before Jean does."

Right as her voice met his ears, you laughed. It wasn't overly vibrant, or loud. But it was a laugh, Jean was making you laugh.

"He might kill him." Armin mused as they watched Eren elbow his way to the pair. Connie grinned, downing the rest of his drink.

"I always loved a bar fight."

"It's not that hard, when you get used to it." Jean was saying, the caramel of his eyes melting into yours as he attempted to hold your gaze. This wasn't the first time you had spoken to the tall scout, but it was the first time he had flirted so blatantly. "I could even show you sometime, could get on my back, or I could stra-" suddenly Jean's was on the ground, staring up in bewilderment as Eren made himself comfortable in the now empty stool. You blinked with confusion, lips rounded into a little o. It seemed that Eren had violently hipchecked the man off, and stolen his seat.

"You talk too much, Jean boy." He muttered. Jean scrambled up, chest expanded as he leaned in close to Eren's face.

"Say that again, Jaeger." He growled, threateningly.

"No." Eren's eyes refused to break from yours. But you could see that telltale bristling, and practically smell the pent up rage wafting from the men.

"If you boys fight in my bar, I'm going to have to throw both of you out." You warned, earning a sheepish look from both of them.

"Sorry, y/n." They said in chorus before glares snapped to each other again. You watched as Eren held Jean's gaze, and something unsaid passed between them. But finally Jean's face turned to a smile.

"Took you long enough." He scoffed, bumping the dark haired youth's shoulder as he walked back to his seat.

You looked at Eren, confusion making your lower lip press forward in a way that made his heart jump.

"Sorry about that." He mumbled, touching the back of his head. "We just... Fight a lot." You arched an eyebrow, a smiling playing on your lips.

"I can tell. But you're close."

He nodded, staring down at the drink Jean had abandoned.

"Can I get you anything? Tempt you into actually getting drunk tonight?" You removed the old glass and slid a new one into his hands. "You look like you need it."

He smiled, mouth twisting wryly. "I uh, can't get drunk."

"Oh? Why's that?"

He flexed his jaw, eyes refusing to meet yours. "Since I'm... Well a titan shifter. I regenerate too fast. As my body metabolizes it, I'm already healing. That's why Armin doesn't get drunk either." He motioned his shoulder towards the table, and as you looked over all their heads snapped away.

"That's fascinating." You said it sincerely, and met his gaze when his eyes raised. He had seemed timid to tell you. It's not that you didn't know, everyone knew. But not everyone accepted it.

"So, do you just really like the taste of our mead then?"

He chuckled, shrugging. "Yeah." His eyes flicked to yours, regarding you from under his dark lashes. "And the company."

You flushed, dragging your teeth over your lower lip. "Yeah, heard it's good here."

Eren grinned, running a hand through his hair. The fire caught the glossy chestnut of it, and you tried not to imagine what it would feel like under your fingertips.

"I like it, seeing you here." You absent-minded wiped a glass as you spoke, needing to channel the growing energy. "Makes me feel a bit..." You trailed off, biting your lower lip in earnest now. "Safe? Normal? Like things are going to be okay if I see you come through the door. The world hasn't exploded yet."

The youth had fallen silent. You wondered if you had overstepped, and raise your eyes to offer an apology. But his expression silenced you.

He looked at you with shining eyes, lips parted slightly with shock.

"I-" you began and were cut off by his hands slapping down on the counter as he leaned forward, gaze cutting through you. He was red, his cheeks like burning embers in the warm light, pretty mouth scrunched slightly to the side.

"Y/n, go out with me." He said, voice pitched and loud. You felt the tavern hush slightly, the loud drone muting as eyes turned to you. He blinked in surprise as you did, both of you caught off guard by the sudden intensity. He sat back on the stool, smile sheepish. "I uh, sorry. Will you go out with me?"

You let him stew for a moment. It was only fair, he made you wait so long for him to say those words. His smile faltered, eyes searching your face. But your lips curled into a smile.

"I'm off tomorrow."

The rap at your door was firm. You had wondered when it would happen, as you had seen Eren arrive at your door a little over ten minutes ago, staring nervously at the entry way. You had leaned out your window to watch him, the normally perceptive man oblivious to your wandering eyes. He had paced, wrung his hands, adjusted the backpack that weight on his shoulders.

"I'll be down in a second." You called, making him start and stare up at you open mouthed.

"Y/n,how, how long-?" He called up, but you shut the window quickly, holding back your laughter as you ran down the stairs, pausing to take a breath before throwing open the door.

"Hi," you said breathlessly, fixating him with a smile. He looked at you with mouth agape, eyes wracking over your form. He had only ever seen you in your typical work attire, a dingy apron tossed over an old puffed skirt, a modest button up to finish it off. So when you brushed your dark hair back off your shoulders, allowing his eyes to alight upon the soft skin of clavicle and chest. The blouse you had picked laid prettily off your shoulders, gripping onto the flesh of your upper arms. The soft cream complimented your brown skin in a way that would make Eren associate the shade with you forever.

"You... You look really beautiful, Y/n." He said finally, giving you a rougishly handsome half smile.

"You clean up well too." You replied, and he shrugged humbly The white button up was ironed with a soldier's precision, and the jacket he wore over it hugged the muscles in his arms temptingly.

"We match." He commented, gesturing to the dark green of your skirt and how it complimented the fabric of his jacket. You had chosen it because it reminded you of his eyes when the fire had gone down, right before you'd have to ask him to leave. He'd be heavy lidded, hair mussed and smelling like smoke. But would insist on helping you put up the chairs every time.

"So, where are we off to?" You asked, he turned quickly, face excited as he took a step. But then he paused, turning back around sheepishly. He offered you an arm, straightening his back. You held back a laugh at his excitement and containment of it. It was endearing, you thought as you took his arm and he began to guide you towards the outer wall.

"I uh... Made us a picnic." He said, helping you over a puddle. "Well not just me. Sasha, she made the sandwiches. But I helped." It made you flush to think that the whole regiment was probably aware of what you were doing currently. It didn't help that Eren took you over wall Rose, the basket pulley system making you cling to him under the gaze of the soldiers manning it. You stood together at the top for a moment, staring over at your district. He pointed out the barracks, and you pointed out your home. He moved closer to you to follow your pointing, needlessly close. But you liked it.

"We don't usually let civilians over like this." He whispered as he helped you into the basket on the other side. "But I told them you're special." He gave you an easy half smile.

"Trying to squeeze free booze from me, Jaeger?" You teased as he climbed in beside you. His arm was around your waist instantly, bracing as the descent begun.

"Yeah." He responded, and grinned back at him. He made the fear lessen.

You admired him as best as you could, stealing glances as he walked beside you through the forest. The dappled shade touched his high cheekbones, made his green eyes flash like emerald caught under a jeweler's light.

"Here!" He exclaimed finally, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you towards a clearing. In the middle of it was a tall, tall tower, a wooden outpost made for guards to keep an eye out for titans.

"Wait one second, okay?" Eren asked, holding your arms and placing you against the leg of the structure. He draped his jacket over you before climbing up the ladder, at a speed you thought was almost showoffish.

You leaned against the wood, listening as the tower creaked above you. It sounded like the trees that surrounded, a part of the landscape. You hugged Eren's jacket tighter to you, dipping your head to your shoulder to inhale the scent of him from the collar. It was clean, vibrant almost. A sharp smell that made you think of knives and the edge of his jaw. The fabric was coarse against your nose, obviously military grade, utilitarian in its design. But you thought of the way it would hug his slim shoulders, his muscular arms, how it would -

"Having fun?" Eren's voice called and your head snapped up to see him grinning from the entry hole. "I'm ready for you up here."

You pulled yourself up, hoping the exertion would hide the embarrassment. He helped you onto the platform, large hands firm on your body to hoist you up.

"Ta-da." He said, gesturing to the blanket laid out in front of you. On top of it he had arranged sandwiches, two glasses that had been filled with deep red wine, and a loaf you recognized as sweet bread, soldiers "desert" rations for special occasions. He had even bought candles, perched delicately in a spartan holder. "It's not much but..." He guided you over, shrugging slightly. "I hope you like it."

"I love it, Eren." You sunk down onto the blanket, grinning up at him. "Didn't know you were such a romantic."

He shrugged again, but his cocky grin told you he was pleased with himself. It became somber as he sat across from you, reclining back on his hands.

"Just don't get the chance to do this, y'know." He said softly, voice gentle enough to be carried away by the breeze. The walls were low here, and even while sitting you could see over top. The forest seemed to go on forever, a sea of shimmering greens. You felt an intimate fondness for them and with a start realised why, as you looked back towards the man sitting across from you. He held the colour of life in his eyes, verdant and vibrant.

"I'm honoured that you're using it on me, then." You replied, earning yourself a warm smile. Your heart leapt at the sight of it, and you decided that even if this was the only time you'd get him to yourself, you'd make the most of it.

"There's no one else I'd rather." His voice was genuine, and seemed to even catch himself off guard. He blushed, prettily. "Uh, dig in." He grabbed his sandwich, quickly stuffing it into his mouth.

You pretended not to watch him eat, how his tongue would dart out to wet his lips or how you could see his Adams apple bob with every swallow. And he pretended not to watch you drink, how your lips pursed on the rim, how you'd hold the cool glass against your cheek as you listened to him speak. Hours passed like that, the food long reduced to crumbs and fuel to press the conversation forward.

He spoke mostly about his friends. Stories that showcased Armin's smarts or Mikasa's fortitude. You liked how he looked when he slipped into fond memories. Eyes glossy, smile crooked. He spoke with his hands, painting scenes with every movement of his fingers. Sasha grasping Mikasa by the shoulders, Jean being bowled over by an over excited Connie. The wind would wind it's fingers through his hair. It was long, not long enough to pull into a ponytail but long enough that it stroked the nap of his neck. The sun reflected the golden threads in it, and you wondered if there was any part of the forest that wasn't a part of him.

And he listened to you as though you were a preacher saving his soul. Eyes wide, leaned forward and nodding intently. You felt seen in a way you hadn't before. Sure people had looked at you, long and hard and even leering. But no one saw you like Eren did.

"The view is beautiful." You commented after some time, standing to walk over to the ledge. The sky had painted itself an orange peel, with a glowing lemon for a setting sun. You peered over the low wall, swallowing your vertigo. Eren followed you, and after a small pause placed an arm slowly around your waist. You felt his warmth glow through you, and were comforted.

"Yeah," he said, gazing at you as though you had hung the moon. "It is."

You let your head drop, leaning it against his shoulder. Intimacy was a stranger to the soldier, something that had no place in his life. In fact, Eren was almost scared. After titans and gore, after horrors that would rise bile for even the most hardened veterans, it was your soft figure that made him speechless. He didn't know how to hold you, didn't know what to do with the elation that filled his heart at the sensation of you soft and compliant in his arms.

Should he kiss you now? He thought as your face turned towards his. Your eyes were sparkling, smile so sweet it was almost saccharine. He could see peace in your face. A soft rest, head nestled somewhere warm with only the sound of heartbeats. But before he could close the space between you, a loud squak startled you away. Eren's grip on your waist tightened and he stepped you back from the ledge cautiously. In front of you a bird burst through the canopy, rushing towards the sky as another followed hot upon its tail. You watched as they cartwheeled through the sky, shrieks loud and grating.

You placed a hand over your heart, letting out an airy laugh. "Thank you, I would jumped right over."

"Glad you didn't. " He murmured, reflecting your smile. "It would suck to have to jump after you." The look on your face was unreadable, and Eren worried that he said something wrong. He was afraid of that, to love you wrong. What else would be expected of someone like him? He didn't know how to treat a woman, let alone someone like you. What was he thinking of, trying to kiss you. You, with your radiant smile that cut through the subdued warmth of the tavern and straight into his chest.

"Should probably pack this up," Eren began, turning back to the blanket. A soft tap on his shoulder made him turn back to you, eyebrow cock with question. Only to be met by your lips, crashing into his. The force made him step back, catching you by the waist. For a moment he feared you would actually topple over the side.

You kissed him exactly how he had dreamt. Like a stormcloud, soft but full, wetting the desert of him. Your hands cradled his cheeks, tender in how you held them. Eren couldn't remember the last time he had been touched so softly.

When you broke away, he was blushing.

"I... Wow." He managed to get out, chest rising and falling with the force of his breath. "I didn't expect that."

"I'm sorry," you murmured demurely, making to step back. "It's just that..." You chewed on your lower lip, and he thought about how you were most likely tasting him. "You meant it. That you would jump after me. I liked that."

The smile spread like a wildfire across Eren's face. "I did." He said breathlessly, pulling you back towards him. This time he kissed you, fingers sliding their way from your jaw into your hair.

When your lips broke again, you wondered how you were still standing. Your heart felt as though it could break through the canopy itself, and your knees fragile enough to give under the next strong gust. Eren was in a similar state, all red face and gentle hands, feeling their way through the length of your hair. He ran his fingers through it, from root to tip, repeating the motion has the wind fought him for the chance to stroke your locks.

"Been wanting to do this." He whispered, hand going still on the back of your neck. "From the moment I first met you."

You rolled your eyes, trying to quell the fluttering that grew in your stomach. "Use more lines on me, Jaeger."

His dark brow furrowed, and he used his grip on your hair to pull you closer. It embarrassed you how heat ran through your body as he did it. "'ts not a line, y/n. I mean it." He dipped his head to rest his forehead against yours, green eyes boring into you. His hands slid down you, moving like a landslide. You felt the topography of your body would be forever changed by him, born anew by the fact he was touching you. They came to settle on your hips, and he hummed into another kiss.

"You were fighting someone." Eren said finally, and you let out a quick laugh. "No, really. When I first saw you, you were fighting someone." You felt like you were falling when you saw the expression on his face. He recounted seeing you like he recounted his friends, eyes soft and full of adoration for the memories that made him whole. "I had gone for a walk, just needing to clear my head. And all of a sudden in front of me this door swung open, and a man stepped out. Nonchalant, holding it open as he checked his watch. And all I could hear was this... Yelling." He laughed, squeezing you slightly as you leaned into him. A part of you wanted to press your face into his neck, to find how the curves of your body fit. But you needed to see his face as he spoke about you. Commit it to memory. "And then this fucking hulk of a man stumbled out, and he was *blabbering* like a kid. Just apologising, over and over again. And then you," he paused for a moment to press another kiss to your lips. "You come out holding a broom like I've held a blade, just ready to kill. And you had it up against his chin, right here." Eren dipped his head and nudged yours back, exposing the expanse of your throat. His lips found the thin skin of where your neck curved into your chin, and he kissed it. "Your hair was a mess, and the light made it look like you had a halo. No wonder the man ran." He held you by the small of your back now, dipping you slightly. Your eyes had fluttered closed as he clung to him. "And you caught my eye as you turned, God I must have looked like an idiot. But you caught my eye and you smiled. Apologised, and then thanked the man holding the door so sweetly. And I thought..." He pulled away now, blushing.

"You thought what?" You pressed, pressing into him.

"What mouth you'd kiss with. If you'd kiss hard and passionate, or soft and sweet." He gave you a boyishly handsome smile. "It's both. "

You pressed your lips to his again. And again. The sun set against your entwined bodies, and Eren had a feeling the night watch wouldn't be impressed with his request to come back over. But it didn't matter, he thought as you pulled away to smile up at him, brighter than the moon. Because this was worth it.

[mschiaffino]

My Scene. We're going out tonight This scene is outta sight Gonna get my girls together We'll be feelin' alright We're gonna move through the crowd Come on boys, get loud 'Cause when the music starts pumpin' The whole place will be jumpin' It's my scene (my scene) You know what I mean It's my scene (my scene) You know what I mean (it's my scene)

[zip-its-pip]

🎡Devil's Flight Incident🎡(•Ian McKinley/Erin Ulmer•)

-A scenario oneshot scene taken place after the fight at the rollercoaster-

The goth huffs, furiously twisting back to shoot a middle finger at Romero as the guard nearly sends him tripping to the ground. "Privileged fat fuck!" Ian spites venomously, flushed hot with an arm draped around the weeping redhead's shoulder.

Erin holds her cheek and Ian wants to kill that fucking asshole for even coming close to her. Accident or not, Ian isn't letting it fly, as any significant other would have the common scene of doing.

Ian boils and his vision is raging fire but right now, he needs to focus on her safety. He leans in to search if Erin's holding up okay, threading his slim snowy finger through those soft wavy red curls. The two haul ass through the lively crowds of laughter and pathetic gossip, making way to the 1980s beige van once they made it out of the gateway.

Ian halts and cups hold of the distressed Erin's face in his cool hands, immediately has her melt and lean into, closing her eyes and letting a few tears slip. His gray eyes are soft and he presses his forehead to hers. "It'll be okay, Erin, look at me, Hey- Focus on me. We're blowing this shit show alright? we're gonna get you patched up and--"

The savoring moment is abruptly interrupted by a loud screech in the night sky, and it takes a minute for the two to gather the confidence to look up, only to see the cars already derailed from the tracks and flailing bodies dropping like pancakes off in the distance.

"..W-What the fuck?.." Ian wheezes, eyes wide in horror and utter disbelief. Erin's eyes sparkle and waver with her hand slammed over her mouth. Her breath is quick and irregular. She stands like a dear in the headlights as Ian's consoling her to fucking move.

"Erin...Get in the van baby..You don't need to--- C'mon Dammit, we need to leave now!" Ian's voice is a blur to her at this point and she isn't even aware that her legs had begun to move in a desperate need to go help. Ian scrambles over to her side. "There's no point Erin..They're already dead! There's nothing we can do, hun.." Ian creeps a hand around the small of her back, rubbing circles. She cries and begs, a frantic heaving into the boy's neck as he takes her to the passenger side and has her climb in.

"What the fuck was that, Ian?! What the hell!" Erin wails, pounding her balled fists at the dashboard and slamming her boots into the floor, grabbing and pulling hard at her hair, disheveled. Ian fights back the urge to fucking cry along with her, just bringing her into him and holding her so protectively close. He hates to see his sweet pip so battered. Ian can't stand it.

McKinley lets Erin get everything out of her system. God knows she well deserves to. The misfits's throat begins to burn and throb as he listens to her. He gives a subtle sniffle, playing with the ends of her red locks. "..I don't know-- I just don't know. Let's...Let's just get the fuck outta here, pip..We're going home, We're going the fuck home."

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you."

'I can't believe I'm at Will's funeral.'

"Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." The pastor continued.

I spared a glance at the people around me.

I looked to Jonathan, his head bowed, and poor Joyce who was sitting nearby.

I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Joyce was like a second mother to me, and she has always treated as if I was one of her own. I'll always be grateful for that. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up to me confused like I had pulled her deep out of her thought, upon seeing it was me she smiles thankfully. She put her hand over mine and gave it a few gentle pats and then a small stroke with her thumb to say thank you.

I smiled solemnly at her and let go, listening to the rest of the service.

"It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he is truly benevolent... could God take us from someone so young, so innocent?"

I looked down at my feet.

"It would be easy to turn away from God... but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to look at Dustin. He wore a sly smirk as he looked to his right, past me and Mike.

Frowning in confusion, I turned my head to see what he was smirking about.

"Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral." Dustin said cheekily.

I scoffed under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"Since when has she cared about Will? She couldn't even get his name right, remember that week she called him Bill?" I huffed, crossing my arms in distaste.

The boys smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Somebody jealous?" Lucas smirked.

"No-! Not ev- Shut up!" I scowl.

The boys giggle earning more than a few concerned and offended glances making me smile to myself. Mrs. Wheeler leaned down and shushed the boys making me smirk more.

'Serves them right.'

Soon enough, the casket had been lowered into the growd and roses had been thrown on top. I made my way to the very side of the grave, looking down.

"I know you're not dead. But I swear to God, if you don't come back I'm gonna kill you." I muttered to the casket in the ground.

As people began to filter out, we watched as Mike's mom said her condolences to Will's parents.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, thank you so much for coming." Will's dad said.

I never liked him.

Joyce was just standing by herself quietly, her arms crossed looking down at the grave.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do..." Mr. Wheeler offered, shaking the man's hand.

"I appreciate it. Thank you so much."

I said goodbye to Lucas who had to follow his parents out, even though we would be seeing him later at the wake. I did the same with Mike, and soon enough Mom was waiting for us so we could get to the car.

"Mom, will you give me a minute?"

"Of course, Pumpkin," She smiled at me with sympathy.

I turned around wove through the crowd that had separated me from Joyce. I tapped her on the shoulder, seeming to jostle her from her thoughts a second time.

Upon seeing it was me, she smiled.

"Hi, Ms. Byers."

"Oh, hi Y/n. Thank you, for coming, sweetheart," She smiled.

I captured her in a bear hug and she gladly reciprocated, giving my several comforting strokes.

"Of course. I'm so, so sorry for your loss." I said, letting her go.

"Oh, thank you, honey. T-Tell me, how have you been holding up?" She asked gently.

My eyes welled up.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's- it's been really hard. I just, I just miss him so much. Your son was such a good person. Always a gentleman." I knew what I was saying.

Even if he is alive for sure, everything I said was true. He always has been nothing but kind to me.

Not to mention, I owe him for so much.

She seemed extremely thankful for hearing that and I was glad I could make her genuinely smile on this sad day.

"Really? Oh sweetie, thank you. That means, just so much to me."

I look back to my mom and brother waiting for me by the car, and I return my gaze back to Ms. Byers.

"Um, I better go. My mom is waiting for me. I guess I'll be seeing you at the wake. Goodbye, Ms. Byers."

"Thank you again, Y/n. I'll see you later, okay?" Her face slightly fell and she smiled at me.

I nod and begin walking backward sending a small wave her way before turning around a breaking out into a small jog to catch up to my mom.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Being at the funeral of your best friend is daunting and quite surreal.

Being at the funeral of your best friend who is quite possibly alive in another dimension and you and only four other people know this is a completely different ballpark.

We had all met up at the wake and regrouped.

The plan was to ask Mr. Clarke if there was anything he could tell us about the theories regarding alternate dimensions. I'm just praying that we don't arouse suspicion given the setting.

"Mr. Clarke?" The tall man turned his attention away from the buffet to look at us.

Mr. Clarke smiled sympathetically. "Oh, hey, there."

The somber look came easily to my face as I looked to Mr. Clarke, Mike, and Lucas on either side of me while Dustin was digging into the buffet.

"How are you kids holding up?"

Lucas speaks up for us, slightly distracted by Dustin's blatant chewing. "We're... in... mourning."

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers," Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

My eyes widen softly, and I look to Mr. Clarke trying to cover for him.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Mr. Clarke, he's-" I stop midsentence to see him happily munching on more snacks, and look back to Mr. Clarke. "well, he mourns in his own... special way."

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" Mike asked, wanting to move things along as quickly as possible.

"We have some questions," Lucas added.

I shook my head in agreement. "A lot of questions, actually,"

Mr. Clarke complied and the four of us found ourselves at the nearest table, asking our teacher about other dimensions at our "dead" friends' wake. Not something I ever could have imagined doing.

"So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Segan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?"

"Yeah, sure. Theoretically." Mr. Clarke replies, noticeably confused at the subject of our questions.

"Right, theoretically,"

"So, theoretically, how do we travel there?" Lucas asked.

"You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-World's Interpretation, haven't you?" A ghost of a smile on our teacher's face.

"Yeah," I chuckled, nodding my head in response.

The boys looked at me, wondering why I had said that.

I gave them a look that said, 'I don't know, just go with it.'

"Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened," I found myself nodding along, not for the sake of being believable, but actually lost in the idea.

"Yeah, that's not what we're talking about," Lucas sighed, leaning back.

"Oh."

"We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?" Dustin asked, taking another loud bite of his off brand Nilla Wafers.

Not thinking that our science teacher would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, I was completely taken aback by his next words.

"An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic–"

"Yeah, exactly." Mike said cutting him off.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"If that did exist - a place like the Vale of Shadows - how would we travel there?"

"Theoretically, of course." I add.

"Well..."

Mr. Clarke grabbed an empty paper plate and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. He then drew a straight line across the paper plate as he spoke, creating a visual for us.

"Picture... an acrobat..." He drew a small stick figure on top of the lines. "standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules."

He began drawing arrows on either side of the acrobat.

"You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if..." He drew a very small creature under one of the arrows. "right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way... along the side of the rope." He drew arrows indicating the flea's direction around and under the rope, causing me to furrow my brows. "He can even go underneath the rope."

The boys and I all shared the same look before returning our gaze to Mr. Clarke. "Upside Down."

"Exactly."

Mike spoke up. "But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat."

"In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat."

"So we can't go upside down?" Lucas asked warily.

"No."

"Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?"

"Well," Our teacher furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look coming upon his face. "you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then..."

He folded the paper plate in half, creasing it shut before shoving his pen directly through both sides of the paper plate. "you create a doorway."

"Like a gate?" My brother asked eagerly.

"Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all–"

"Theoretical." I smile, nodding my head.

"But... but what if this gate already existed?" Mike asked, timidly.

"Well, if it did, I... I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole."

Mike seems to gauge our reactions, and I'm the only one who met his eye with an equally uncertain gaze.

"Science is neat." Mr. Clarke continued. "But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving."

We all lean back, digesting the information.

[rogue-durin-16]

MISS SLYTHERIN

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: language and a little tiny bit of slut shaming (?) and making out

A/N: I was on the subway listening to Sweet Dreams and my brain went 'hOLd oN— bEAteR ReAdER 👁️👄👁️!' so here we are. Kinda long but worth it. Enjoy this <3

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It was the first Saturday of the scholar year, and the first ten days tended to be the definition of chaos, so I had volunteered to help my House's prefects with the first years; I was in sixth year, so my first two weeks were mostly free anyway.

I was on my way to the dungeons to pick up the group of kids the prefects had assigned me when I bumped into my Ravenclaw friends, and I decided to chat a bit with them to catch up.

I had my back against one of the hallway's walls, therefore I saw the pair of towering, lean, redheaded figures jogging towards my friends to give them a jump scare.

"That's about it real— AAH!" My friend jolted at the infamous' twins, bumping them for scaring her. "Idiots!"

"Sorry, love." One of them passed his arms over two of my friends' shoulders, while his twin brother's eyes roamed over the circle, tilting his head in confusion when he reached me. "Hello?"

"Hey." I gave them a subtle wave and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, right!" My friend turned to me and pointed at the boy whose arm rested on her. "This is George and that's—"

"Fred Weasley." He introduced himself, offering me his hand to shake with a half smile that promised everything but boredom.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I responded, "Y/n Y/l/n." Our eyes locked; we didn't even attempt to hide the fact that we were measuring one another, and I knew I would have to endure the teasing on my friends' behalf later, but there was something in Fred's gaze that made me extremely curious about his intentions.

I let go of his hand, only for him to take a couple of steps in my direction to stand closer. "And how is it that I've never seen you before, Y/n Y/l/n?" He inquired, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

"I reckon you don't look much at the Slytherin table?"

His body tensed. "Oh?"

"Oh." I chuckled at his shock. "Scared much?"

The corner of his lips twitched up again. "Should I?"

"Guess that's on you to decide." We lingered on each other's gaze for a bit too long. "I think I'll get going." I was the one to avert my eyes in order to talk to my friends, who were already giving me that look. "See you lat— Oi!" Fred swooped the bag I was carrying off my shoulder and hung it on his.

"I'll carry this for you."

"I'm heading to my House."

"Where else would you be heading?" I turned to my friends in confusion, but they only shrugged; I didn't even have time to ask them what was he up to. "C'mon, Miss Slytherin!"

My eyes got big at the name and I spun around, rushing to catch up with him. "I can carry my own bag, you know that right?"

"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to walk with you." I quirked a brow at him when the ginger winked. "Tell me something."

"Like what?" I questioned, a confused yet amused grin dancing on my lips.

He shrugged, averting his gaze to nonchalantly look to the front "Dunno," He changed my bag to his other arm so it wouldn't be between us. "What do you think about Umbridge?"

"Well, she's got terrible taste in clothing." He laughed, and so did I. Just like that, we fell in a quite fluid and enjoyable conversation.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—And not only that, she's so smart—" I groaned burying my face in my bed's pillow, very aware that I had been talking about Y/n to George and Lee for at least fifteen minutes. "Yesterday she held my hand and I think my face turned red."

Lee's snort was followed by George's words. "So are you gonna ask her out or...?"

I grimaced. The last couple of weeks, somehow I had managed to bump into Y/n everywhere. It was as if the universe was throwing me towards her, but there was a voice in the back of my head that stopped me from making a move. "What if she says no?"

"Freddie, she blantantly flirts with you every time you see her." George stated with his eyebrows raised. "Just ask her out, mate."

"Aight," I nodded. "I'll do it next time I see her."

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READER'S P. O. V.

When Adrian Pucey informed me that Crabbe wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming Quidditch match, I instantly regretted accepting my friends' dare of showing up at Quidditch tryouts.

Though I didn't put much effort on it, I got in the team as a reserve, and the moment had come for me to shine. How lovely.

I couldn't really back out of that one, so that's how I ended up in the Slytherin changing room before a match that would be played in the worst conditions. Since I was in deep already, I thought I might as well go for the win with everything I had.

"Oi, Malfoy!" I gestured the kid to come closer, which he did with reluctancy. "Don't give me that look— I don't like you either."

"What."

"You're not half as good as Potter—" Before he started the rant of insults, I spoke again. "Shut it. You're not half as good but you're faster." My words were clear and slow, making sure he would understand. "Keep your eyes on Potter— if he moves, you move."

He seemed to hesitate, weary of my advice, but then he gave me a subtle nod and walked away.

"C'mon, on your feet everyone!" Our captain called us and we obeyed; as we approached our entrance to the pitch, thunders could be heard louder and louder. "We're not only for the win, we're gonna crush them." He shouted, partially so we could hear him over the racket of the storm and the muffled hubbub of the crowd, but also because he wanted us to know how serious he was about it. "Glasses!" I took a deep breath, grasping the bat "Broomsticks!" The gate opened as I mounted my broomstick. "UP!"

"AND HERE COMES SLYTHERIN!!" We heard Lee Jordan's voice as we took off to go around the pitch in formation.

Even before we flew over the Ravenclaw stands, obnoxiously loud cheers of my friends could be heard, and I couldn't help but laugh.

FRED'S P. O. V.

"The hell are they cheering on?" I frowned at the Ravenclaw stands going nuts when our rivals passed over them. "It's bloody Slytherin!"

My brother, who was waiting besides me for the match to start, scanned the stands, and then the opposite team; in an instant, he stood upright and nudged me with his bat. "Oi, look!" George called my attention over the roaring crowd after the Slytherin team had passed over our heads. "The beater! Number 6!"

I looked for their number 6 in the pitch, only finding what George was talking about when they stopped at their starting points. Squinting my eyes, I managed to read through the rain the back of the robe. "Y/l/n— Y/n?!" George laughed loudly, following Angelina's cue and flying to his respective mark in the circle.

"Move!" Katie yelled, flying past me and snapping me out of my awe. Had she always been a beater?

When I reached them, I saw Y/n meticulously making sure she had everything secured.

Our eyes, despite the glasses and the pouring rain, managed to meet seconds before Madam Hooch's blowed her whistle, and I would have sworn she gave me a smile.

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"FRED PAY ATTENTION!" Not even Angelina's yells were enough to bring my mind back to the match, something I regretted instantly; a bludger had been beaten in her direction and nearly knocked her out of the broom. "FUCK!" The quaffle fell from her arm, only to be picked up by one of the Slytherin chasers. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

"Sorry!"

"Freddie what the hell!" George had flown to us, probably in hopes to stop the bludger from clocking Angelina. "Will you focus?!"

"Yeah— Sorry!" I apologised again— well, it was more like a grunt rather than an apology. "Go back to Harry!"

"Defend our bloody chasers!" He scolded me before heading off.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the bludgers and not on Y/n.

The rain kept getting heavier; not even the Impervious charm seemed to work repelling the water from the glasses anymore.

I was cold, drenched, tired and befuddled; my legs were stiff and my arms numb, so I definitely did not see it coming; for that matter, I thought it was a strong blow of wind at first, so the shock that struck me when I was knocked off my broom was a big one.

I heard loud gasps and a scream or two coming from the stands, followed by Lee commenting something about the beater being beaten; in another situation —one where it wouldn't be fucking pouring and I could climb back up to my broom—, I would probably have laughed at it.

But right now, with the hand I held my bat in slipping off the broomstick, the last thing I wanted to do was laugh.

READER'S P. O. V.

Once I had dodged the bludger away from Pucey, my eyes roamed around looking for the other one. which had just been beaten away by Goyle and, intentionally or not, the bludger went straight to Fred.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw his broom flip due to the hit, leaving him clinging onto it.

My eyes went straight to his brother, who was way to far to help, and then to their captain, who was adamant to score points.

"Fuck." I groaned through gritted teeth as I turned my broomstick and flew towards the Gryffindor beater in distress.

"Y/L/N STRAYS FROM HER POSITION AND— FLIES TO WEASLEY?" Jordan's commentaries reached my ears right when I got to Fred. I stretched my arm and grabbed his hand just in time for him not to slip off the broom. He gripped onto my hold for dear life as I used my broom as a leverage to pull him back up, a groan escaping my lips. "LOOKS LIKE NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE ARSES!"

I waited until he was steadily secured to let go of his hand. "Next time let go of the bat!" I advised with a teasing grin before flying off to my previous position.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/L/N" I knew I was going to get shit for what I had just done, but I was expecting my captain to wait until the match had ended.

"HE WAS GONNA FALL OFF!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

"WELL LET HIM FALL THE FUCK OFF!" The captain retorted, venom dripping off his tongue. "WITH ANY LUCK HE'LL KILL HIMSELF OFF!" I didn't expect those words to come out, not even from that mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" I beat an incoming bludger away from us before shouting, "SUCK MY METAPHORICAL DICK, YEAH?!" And with that, I flew off to defend Malfoy, who was rushing to Potter. Surprisingly enough, he had followed my advice. I flew on Malfoy's track, dodging a bludger away twice until he gave a final sprint and caught the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

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The team started to celebrate as soon as we landed, and I thought I would take advantage of that and change into dry clothes, but I didn't have the chance before someone called my name from the entrance.

"Psst— Y/n." I turned around to see Fred standing there.

"Do you have a death wish?" I spoke quietly, though a smile appeared on my gaze as soon as I saw him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out there." His cold fingertips brushed my wet cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he leaned on to place a kiss there. "Aw you're blushing!"

"I'm not blushing, I'm cold," I excused myself, averting my eyes from him.

Maybe it was his loud snort, or maybe the fact that I was missing, but the changing room fell silent as my team's attention was directed to us.

"Oi!" My captain looked Fred up and down, stepping to where we stood. "You're not welcome here."

"Chill," Fred shrugged, his hand lingering on my forearm. "I was congratulating her on her victory." His tone foreshadowed chaos. "Since, you know, it's obviously her doing." I glared at the ginger my hand going to his forearm, silently warning him to stop. "Can't command your own team, can you?"

his arm folded so his palm would be on my forearm too, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"She should've let you fall off that hand-me-down broom of yours." Fred's grip on my forearm tightened; by the look on his face and the way his jaw clenched, I could tell my teammate had successfully hit a nerve.

"Shut the hell up, will you?" I snapped. "Can't you enjoy the victory without being an arse?"

"You fucking slut—"

"Imaginative." I cut him off, unbothered. "Want a cookie for the effort?"

"Listen now—" Just as he went to grab my bicep, a large hand pushed my captain away, making him stumble back.

"C'mon, mate, give me a reason to beat the shit out of you." Fred said, pulling me to stand besides him instead of between them. Fred's switch was about to flip, and I was desperate for a professor to step in.

As if I had summoned them, i caught a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall walking in my direction from the stairs of the teachers's tower.

"I'd love to see you try." The boy in front of us scoffed. "There's already too much ginger scum besmearing the pure blood, I'll be glad to send you straight to the hosp—"

It was far from expected it would be me punching that asshole strong enough to make him trip and fall.

"Miss Y/l/n!" Oh, right. McGonagall. "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"And fifty points for Slytherin." Snape added in his usual unimpressed tone. "Due to the comradeship you've shown during the match." I widened my eyes at the statement. "Though I can't ignore this, so Y/l/n, turn up in my class tomorrow morning for your punishment. Now, shall we, Minerva?"

"We're leaving too." I informed Fred in low voice, grabbing my bag before pulling him out of the Slytherin changing room.

"That was one hell of a punch." He observed with a chuckle once we were out. "Remind me not to mess with you."

I breathed out a laugh and we fell silent as we walked under the stands towards the exit, the only noise being the rain ricocheting on its structure.

"Thank you." He whispered, his fingers brushing against mines and consequently sending shivers down my spine. "For sticking up for me."

"I expect a reward at the least." I replied, playfully bumping his shoulder before letting my fingers intertwine with his.

"What would that be?" He inquired, that half smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

I shrugged, looking ahead of us with a grin of my own. "That's up to you."

"Will a kiss do?" He mused.

"Depends on how good the kiss is." I begged for my cheeks not yo turn bright red.

In a swift movement he spun me around and his lips landed on mines. His free hand, initially on my cheek, travelled down to my hips, pulling my flush against him while my own hands tangled on his damp hair.

Probably it wasn't a short kiss, but it felt like it when his mouth left mine, and I couldn't help the sight of displeasure that escaped my vocal cords.

He chuckled, our eyes fluttering open at the same time. "Was it good enough?" He teased with a quirked brow.

"Dunno." I muttered, my eyes falling on his lips again. "I think you'll need to try again—"

"To be sure." He finished, and I could only nod; I wouldn't mind the teasing as long as his lips came back to mines.

This time the kiss was deeper, my hands roaming over his wet robes and his over mines; it was only when my back was met with a post that I realized he was backing me into the darker part of the framework, which I did not oppose to.

Quiet moans began to be breathed into the kiss when he nibbled on my lower lip or my hands tugged on his locks.

We had to pull away when steps and voices where heard coming from both changing rooms.

"I think we should kiss more often." He suggested breathless against my lips.

"Agreed."

"I think you should go out with me too."

I had to bite back a laugh. "Agreed again."

"Well, that was easy." The surprised on his gaze was way too amusing.

"Did you think I'd say no?"

"Duh!"

"You're an idiot, Fred Weasley."

"Aw but you love it." He wiggled his brows at me and I smacked his chest.