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Is it hot and sunny outside? Yes. (But in the daytime my body loves it as long as I can seek shade and hydration)
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Do I have an iced coffee? Yes!
Am I sitting out on the patio at an old neighborhood haunt I havenât visited in my own since pre pandemic as a place to get work done? YES!
Am I making use of my new (well, it is ânewâ from when purchased an art festival last summer but never used since) totally gorgeous messenger bag with my iPad and some notebooks and sketch books inside it? Yep!
Am I wearing the cutest summer colored dressy-comfortable sneakers that look fab with a sun dress? Hell yeah! And this is the first time wearing them and they are sooooooo comfortable (and worth the quality splurge - my feet are so happy).
note to self: having a regular change of scenery is so helpful. You should have done this months ago but doing it now is all that counts.
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*interviewer was talking about how kate was told to shadow alysha during training*
#SHES SO CUTE#she seems so much more relaxed and carefree now#probably due to the fact that sheâs not taking on the leader role#sheâs the teamâs baby FR#kate martin#las vegas aces#alysha clark
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guys Iâm actually going insane like theyâre literally in love with each other
#thereâs just something in the air#i canât think enough to wax poetics about it rn cause we all get it but#theyâre just so so so happy itâs radiating off of them#the carefree and relaxed energy#everyone recognizing dinof#in dan being more silly and energetic and himself#i saw a comment that said his smile reaches his eyes even when heâs not smiling and it made me want to cry#donât take this the wrong way either btw I love them in all forms but#theyâve never looked better physically theyâre fit and gorgeous af rn#im feeling a lot like theyâre just living their best lives rn#still canât believe we get to witness it and be along for the ride in this era still#dnp#dan and phil#phan#daniel howell#phil lester#yapping in the tags
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thinking just a bit too hard about how the added depth given to tifa and aerith's friendship only increases the weight threatening to crush tifa after the forgotten capital, she already had so much to carry on her weary shoulders, she's going to have to carry even more when mideel happens, and it doesn't even stop after meteorfall, ohg od oh i love her so much i
#(sobbing and crying and snotting everywhere) AERITH GAVE HER SOMEONE TO CONFIDE IN ON SUCH A TUMULTUOUS JOURNEY#SOMEONE SHE COULD BE AS CLOSE TO FULLY RELAXED AS POSSIBLE#SOMEONE TO GOSSIP WITH OR SHARE HER CONCERNS OR JUST. BE A NORMAL GIRL WITH#YUFFIE'S THERE BUT SHE'S JUST A KID AND TIFA WOULD NEVER WANT TO HARM THE AIR OF CAREFREE CHILDISHNESS SHE MANAGES TO MAINTAIN EVEN IF#ITS BECAUSE YUFFIE IS HIDING THINGS THAT ARE CRUSHING HER#but poor tifa . gentle tifa. is now left to regret. to blame herself.#she has barret who acts like a father figure to her sure - but despite how much she cares about him and values her frienship with him#he's not aerith. he's not someone she can just gossip about first loves with. not someone she can fully Relate to. if you get what i mean#she is left to trace back the thread of how poor aerith got caught in this mess#she was the one to ask aerith to save marlene. but how did they get there? aerith refused to let cloud be a bystander in wall market#how did that happen? she made a risky choice that put her in a position where their paths crossed. why? because cloud was briefly lost#during the bombing mission. why did the bombing mission happen? she couldn't stop it. ETC ETC#NONE OF IT WAS HER FAULT... BUT SHE NEVER WANTED TO DRAG INNOCENT PEOPLE INTO THIS AT ANY SINGLE POINT#AND NOW SOMEONE WHO QUICKLY BECAME A CLOSE FRIEND IS GONE oh lord my heart#all of this added onto the things like how alone she was in nibelheim... it was just her and her dad for some years after the boys all left#and then the Incident happens and she loses that last person she had... and to an extent another she didn't even know was right there(cloud#god i could talk about her and how she has suffered more than jesus for ages (happy easter. lmao)#FF7 Rebirth spoilers#just in case?? for anyone who's only playing the remakes i guess. since this was basically already there the remakes just elaborate on it#i think about 'we found you!' 'i guess you did!' SO OFTEN#these two girls mean the world to me and i will not let you reduce them to love interest rivals#when tifa ran over to aerith's body i think everyone in the world heard my heart shattering into dust#these thoughts are a bit disjointed and don't articulate well what i mean but god. god. i am thinking about her today
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⯠ATTRACTIVE THINGS THEY DO . . . without realizing
BRUCE WAYNE
rolling his sleeves
bruce wayne sat at his desk, eyes scanning the papers in front of him with a focus that bordered on obsessive. his brow furrowed slightly as he sifted through the reports, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. with a sigh, he leaned back in the chair, his broad shoulders rolling as he stretched, the fabric of his shirt straining just enough to hint at the muscle beneath.
he reached down to his cuffs, fingers moving with practiced ease as he undid the buttons. the action was simple, but there was an undeniable smoothness to it. slowly, he pushed the sleeves up, the fabric tugging against the defined muscles of his forearms as they flexed with the motion. the shirt rode up slightly, revealing the veins beneath.
once the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, he flexed his fingers briefly, feeling the weight of the day settle into his body. there was no rush, no hurry. bruce wayne wasnât just a man who wore suitsâhe was a man who controlled the world around him.
looking down and leaning in to hear you better
he stood tall, his imposing presence filling the space as he leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. the difference in height between you made the moment feel all the more intimate, as though the world around you had faded into the background. his broad shoulders, strong and steady, seemed to fill the room with the weight of his silent power. every inch of him radiated control, and yet, there was something almost magnetic about the way he was focused on you now, narrowing the gap between you.
he tilted his head just a little, his gaze softening yet still intense, before his lips parted slightly. with a quiet, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, he leaned closer, his height forcing you to tilt your head back just to meet his eyes.
âsorry, what were you saying?â he asked, his voice low and smooth, the words lingering in the air between you. there was no rush in his movement, no hint of impatienceâjust the steady presence of a man who knew the effect he had, who made every action feel deliberate, calculated.
DICK GRAYSON
stretching
dick grayson towered in the middle of your bedroom, a small stretch escaping him after a long day of training and patrol. with a soft grunt, he raised his arms high above his head, his back arching slightly as his muscles flexed in the motion. the action was simple, but the way his body moved with effortless grace caught the light in just the right way, accentuating the sleek, toned lines of his chest and abdomen.
as he reached upwards, the hem of his shirt lifted slightly, revealing the faint line of his happy trailâdark and subtle beneath the fabric. his abs tightened with the stretch, his posture perfect and confident, yet so natural.
when his arms finally lowered, he relaxed, a small, satisfied smile curling on his lips, unaware of the effect the simple stretch had on your wandering gaze.
running a hand through his hair
he leaned back against the post of your bed, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath after another long night of patrol. he was tired, but not exhaustedâjust enough to feel the strain of the evening settling into his muscles. his hand moved instinctively to his hair, running through it with a relaxed sigh. the motion was effortless, but there was something undeniably attractive about it. his fingers tangled in the dark strands, pushing them back, only to leave them even more tousled than before.
his hair, usually neatly styled, now fell in messy waves, a little wild and chaoticâmuch like dick himself. as he scratched the back of his head, his tousled look gave off a carefree vibe, as if he didnât have a care in the world despite the weight of his responsibilities. the slight rumple only added to the charm.
his lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile as he caught the look in your eyes, momentarily lost in themâso damn predictable. he had you right where he wanted you.
JASON TODD
leaning against a doorway
jason todd stood in the doorway, his posture relaxed yet undeniably intimidating. his arms were crossed over his chest, biceps flexing slightly with the movement, a stance that spoke of quiet confidence and a hint of defiance. his shoulders were broad, his body leaning casually against the doorframe, but there was an edge to himâsomething hard and unyielding beneath the surface. the way his weight shifted ever so slightly to one side gave him an almost effortless air, as if the world had to adjust to him, not the other way around.
his dark eyes scanned the room, taking in everything with a sharp focus, though he didnât seem to be in a rush to move or speak. the leather jacket he adorned hung from his frame, the subtle creases and folds of the material giving it an air of worn-in familiarity, like it had seen too much for too long. but his gazeâintense, guardedânever left your figure, as if he was watching for something just out of reach, something that only he could sense.
the way jason held himself in the doorway, arms crossed with a hint of tension in his posture, felt like a silent challenge for most, though there was nothing overtly aggressive about it. it was just the quiet power of a man who was used to being underestimated, a man who didn't need to say a word to command attention.
wearing a shirt that fits just right
he moved through the motions of his training with practiced precision, the rhythm of his strikes steady and controlled. his black shirt clung to his body, the dark fabric stretching over the defined muscles of his chest and back as he moved. the fit was snug, highlighting the sheer strength in his frame, the subtle curve of his biceps flexing with each punch and kick.
swaet began to bead on his forehead, trailing down his temple as he focused on his technique, his breathing steady despite the exertion. the shirt, stretched tight across his shoulders, rode up slightly as his arms reached high, the lines of his stomach momentarily visible as he performed another series of rapid, forceful punches. his torso flexed, muscles tightening and releasing with each movement, and the shirt seemed to accentuate the sculpted definition of his body.
as he paused, catching his breath, the shirt clung even tighter, the movement of his chest beneath it noticeable with every rise and fall of his breath. jason didnât seem to noticeâor careâhow the fit of the shirt left little to the imagination. his focus was on the work, on pushing himself further, but the way the fabric outlined his form only added to the unspoken intensity of his presence. even when he wasn't speaking, his body did all the talking.
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kneel â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: more utterly devoted gojo? sign me up
you and satoru stroll side by side, the usual banter flowing easily between the two of you. itâs been a relatively calm dayâan unusual but welcome change from the usual whirlwind of sorcerer duties and school life.
both of you savor this rare moment of tranquility together.
as you pass the rows of neatly trimmed hedges, satoru suddenly chuckles to himself, a broad grin spreading across his face.
the sound of his laughter is light and carefree. you raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued, "whatâs so funny?" you ask, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
he turns his head to glance at you, his eyes glinting mischievously behind his signature blindfold, "yâknow, I realized something recently," he says, his tone casual, almost teasing.
you hum in response, waiting for the punchline of whatever random thought has captured his attention. "oh yeah? whatâs that?"
satoru slows his pace and then stops, his head tilted slightly as if he's carefully weighing his words.
the light plays over his features, highlighting the contours of his face in a way that makes him look both relaxed and contemplative.
with a lighthearted chuckle, he hums, "all you have to do is breathe, and Iâd kneel for you,â he grins at you, âmust be nice having the strongest sorcerer wrapped around your finger, huh?"
the words hang in the air, the warm light of the setting sun seeming to pause around you. you blink, stunned. the casual nature of his declaration is in stark contrast to the intensity of the sentiment.
who says something like that so nonchalantly? you stare at him, trying to decipher if heâs being serious or if heâs just messing with you, as he so often does.
satoru resumes his leisurely stroll, his steps light and carefree. his posture is relaxed, a picture of ease in comparison to your flustered self.
you catch up with him, your mind still reeling from his unexpected statement. a soft laugh escapes you, partly out of amusement and partly out of disbelief.
âwho drops something like that and then acts like itâs nothing?â you mutter, though your heart is still racing, a mixture of affection and astonishment swirling inside you.
he glances back at you over his shoulder, that playful grin widening further.
"what? itâs true." his voice retains its casual tone, but thereâs a glimmer of something more beneath the teasingâa rare flicker of sincerity that catches your attention.
you come to a halt, reaching out to grab his sleeve, gently pulling him to a stop. the gentle pressure of your hand on his arm is enough to make him pause, and he turns to face you. his grin remains, but it softens, the playful edge giving way to something more.
âsatoru,â you say, your voice a little quieter now, âbut I donât need you to kneel or do anything for me.â
his expression shifts, curiosity flickering across his face, "oh?"
you step closer, wrapping your arms around him, a gesture he doesnât hesitate on reciprocating. you take a deep breath and speak softly, âI donât need you to be the strongest sorcerer or prove anything to me. I just want you.â
for a moment, the air between you changes.
satoruâs smile falters, just for a second. his usual playfulness is replaced with something quieter, more genuine. he looks at you with an intensity that even makes its way through the blindfold.
in fact, for a moment, his hand reaches out for the blindfold and he pulls it down under his chin.
your husbandâs eyes never fail to catch you off-guard. theyâre bright, so bright. though, you donât get to appreciate them for long as he closes his eyes and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.
your lips part in surprise, but satoru doesnât give you the chance to react further.
because, true to form, he canât stay serious for long, too much seriousness, and he might just cry.
so he pulls the blindfold right back up, pulling away as that familiar smirk creeps back onto his face, "so youâre saying you married me for my stunning personality and good looks?"
you laugh and roll your eyes affectionately, "exactly. youâve got me all figured out."
he slips his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, so you continue walking. his grin softens, and he quips, "good! because youâve got me wrapped around your finger, and Iâm not planning on going anywhere."
âlike a parasite?â
your husband lets out an incredulous gasp, pulling away from you yet again and clutching his chest. he fake sobs, âdo you have hurt me everyday?!â
âaww, I am sorry,â you coo.
âreally?!â he beams.
âno.â
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What would sensitive!reader do without older!rafe protecting her from the invisible monsters in their home?
18+ mdni!
c/w: mostly fluff, her being scared & rafe comforting her while also being a menace, teeny tiny bit of angst regarding their age-gap, use of daddy (once)
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unfortunately won't be watching a single scary movie this halloween cause she's literally me but happy kinktober & spooky season xx
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Sheâs not exactly sure why she agreed to watch the new horror film Rafeâs friends wanted to see at a Halloween themed gathering heâd dragged her into. She wasnât even the biggest fan of his friends, which is why she didnât want to go in the first place.
However, when heâd mumbled a honeyed âItâs no fun without you and donât wanna leave my girl alone on Halloweenâ into her hair, sheâd reluctantly agreed; not one to refuse him of anything when he looked at her with that specific softened blue coloring his eyes.
And there was also the prospect of making him happy that finally made her melt into his wishes.
And she wanted to like his friends, she really did. But it wasnât exactly easy when they kept bragging about their accomplishments and how much money they had every opportunity they found in such an arrogant tone, it made her roll her eyes when they werenât looking. Â
Luckily, she could at least converse with their partners who were always fun company to sip wine with and giggle about anything and everything. And along with the warmth of Rafeâs gaze flickering over to her every once in a while, as he talked with his friends and coworkers, she was actually beginning to enjoy herself.Â
Up until the point when someone suggested they watch a movie.Â
âYou sure you wanna watch this? Sâokay if you wanna go home, could come up with something else to keep us entertainedâŚâ Rafe had murmured into her ear with his arms around her on the couch the whole group had settled down on.
He knew how paranoid she could get; how easily sheâd turn into a scaredy cat who once couldnât sleep alone for a month after sitting through an entire scary movie in the cinema. Â
And she truly doesnât know why she didnât just tell him she wanted to leave when the film started playing on the big screen of Topperâs television. She was going to, but when her eyes flitted over to him bringing a glass of whiskey to his lips in a carefree manner; she didnât have the heart to ruin his fun because he seemed to be enjoying himself. After all, it wasnât often he let himself relax due to his hectic work schedule packed with tedious meetings and whatnot. Â
And on top of that, sheâs already self-conscious over the age-gap between her and Rafe; sometimes gets a headache over the notion of him meeting someone more mature one dreadful day and deciding he doesnât want to play house with her any longer.
After all, his friends were all getting engaged left and right, while she still holds the title of being his girlfriend. And even if she isnât sure sheâd be ready for marriage quite yet, sheâs still slightly upset that heâs never even so much as mentioned the matter.Â
And she's not sure if it's because she's younger than him and he assumes she doesn't want a ring on her finger too soon or if he simply just doesn't want to make things too definitive with her.
Nonetheless, it's something she's been thoroughly overthinking and mulling over recently, even if she knows it doesn't benefit her in any shape or form. Apparently, her mind just likes to always have some topic to ruminate over and obsessively worry about, or else it'll have too much free time.
Therefore, she can admit that she didnât want to appear as a big baby who couldnât stomach anything even remotely scary (she really couldnât). And was it such a crime to not want to make a scene in front of all his friends?Â
Thatâs why she ends up meekly nodding her head and assuring him she was fine â which he didnât entirely believe â but smiled nonetheless at the fact that she was willing to get out of her comfort zone for his sake, before pulling her closer to his side. Â
However, when the white letters of the end credits finally rolled after a few gruesome and eerie hours later, she was anything but fine.Â
Her weakened frame is trembling and sheâs entirely too jumpy even after theyâve said their goodbyes and stepped past the threshold into the safe haven of their home. Â
âTold you we shouldâve just left,â he tuts at her when she flinches at the October wind rustling the autumnal foliage outside the window. Â
âRafe, what was that?â She squeaks out when she hears another sound coming from outside â presumably their neighbor â however, thereâs always the possibility of it being a serial killer simply waiting for the right moment to pounce. Â
âWhat was what?â He huffs out a chuckle in amusement, causing her to pout. Â
âThis isnât funny. Iâm scared,â she whines, heart beating faster than ever along with her breathing unsteady.
âI know you are. Shit, forgot why I donât let you watch scary movies,â he shakes his head, padding over to the kitchen to fill up a glass of water; her feet immediately running after him. Â
âHey, hey. Iâm right here, yeah?â He laughs tenderly when she practically glues herself to his big and comforting arm with how tightly sheâs hugging it against her chest. Â
âPromise youâre not gonna leave me alone?â She blinks up at him with her pupils dilated, nervous.Â
âItâs past midnight. Of course, Iâm not leaving, Iâm exhausted. Letâs get ready for bed, yeah?â He suggests calmly, managing to placate her some with his appeasing presence. Although the spine-chilling scenes still play behind her eyelids with every blink.Â
She follows him to the bathroom and he tries not to laugh when she insists on staying there even while heâs peeing. Â
âWant me to check under the bed for monsters?â His sickly-sweet tone is a stark contrast to the annoying smirk plastered on his face when they pad over to their bedroom after brushing their teeth.Â
âRayâŚIâm being serious,â she scowls.Â
âSo am I?â He feigns confusion with a furrow of his brows.Â
Before she has the chance to complain about him being mean, heâs already crouching down on the floor and poking his head under the bed into the darkness heâs braved himself to submerge into. And sheâs far too curious not to peer down as well, however, she canât really see a thing from behind his broad shoulders. Â
Suddenly, he lets out a loud gasp â making her jump back and nearly trip on her feet â before his breathy giggle follows soon after.Â
âThatâs not funny,â she grumbles as exasperation drags her lips downwards.Â
âIâm sorry, baby. You jusâ make it so easy,â he approaches her with an apologetic expression that doesnât come off as all that empathetic when heâs fighting off an amused grin the entire time. Â
âCâmere, yeah?â He coaxes her before tugging her into his strong arms; not letting go even when she tries to pull away since sheâs still mad at him. Â
âThis one really got to you, huh?â He murmurs into her hair before beginning to soothingly rock back and forth when she finally halts her pursuits of escape. Â
A faint hum is the only response she grants him. Â
âDonât remember you being this scared since we went to that haunted house with your friends last year, remember?â His warm chest rumbles in a pacifying manner in tandem with his words. Â
âHow could I forget,â she huffs out. Â
âWhy didnât you tell me you didnât wanna watch it? You know I wouldnât have minded leaving,â he speaks softly. Â
âI donât knowâŚjust didnât wanna seem like a baby in front of your friends,â she sniffles. Â
âSince when do you care what they think? You hate them,â he argues with a lopsided smile when he releases his hold on her in order to unzip his jeans and change into something more comfortable for the night. Â
âHate is a strong word,â she defends herself as she pulls one of Rafeâs old t-shirts over her head and tries to focus on his familiar scent still lingering on the worn-out fabric instead of the imaginary monsters lurking behind the windows. Â
âIs it?â He graces her with a lighthearted narrow of his eyes. Â
âFine. I donât like them but theyâre your friends, which means that I want them to like me,â she mumbles out. Â
âDonât really give a shit if they like you or not, which they obviously do. Think a little too much since you canât help but be the sweetest angel even to the people you hate,â he grumbles out as he walks over to close the bedroom door. Â
âAnd honestly, would much rather just stay with you than those pretentious idiots. Next time you wanna go home, just tell me. Donât want you lying to me, okay?â He says with something sincere sparkling in the lagoons of his eyes. Â
âOkay,â she promises when suddenly, he switches the lights off with a click, causing her muscles to tense. Â
âRay, why would you do that?â She sounds alarmed; inhales and exhales growing labored because the bedroom is now pitch black and there could be anything hiding in the murky corners of the room since she canât even see herself. Â
âShh, calm down. Iâll protect you, yeah?â He croons, before heâs guiding her under the covers with a big hand on the small of her back; following shortly behind her and tugging her flush against his steady chest.Â
âYouâre safe with me. Daddyâs not gonna let anything happen to you, alright?â His saccharine murmurs reach her racing mind and offer it momentary rest on the soft petals of his tranquil voice. Â
She hums against the skin of his neck as her eyes begin to slowly adjust to the darkness surrounding them; the dingy shadows crawling along the walls appearing less and less threatening by the second when sheâs in the warmth of his protective embrace. Â
âWant your stuffie?â He asks, knowing her all too well. Â
âMhm,â she nods against him before heâs reaching a hand behind the pillows because somehow her stuffed animal always manages to end up in the most peculiar of places. At this point though, he already knows where to look since heâs usually the one who has to locate it for her.
Nowadays, she doesnât need it too often since she has Rafe volunteering to be her own personal teddy bear, but whenever heâs working past midnight, she likes to hold onto something that brings her comfort because she isnât particularly fond of the idea of sleeping alone.Â
He soon offers her the plushy lamb and she gives him a grateful smooch against his cheek along with a muffled âI love youâ. Â
And that night, he lulls her into dreamland with a warm palm resting on her tummy and his mellow breathing placating her distraught mind.
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"DAD!"
Bruce sighed at the familiar call, instantly recognizing the voice. It was you, the child he never intended to have, thrust into his life by forces beyond his control. He still wasn't ready for thisâwasn't ready to be a father.
In the early days, youâd tried calling him "father" or "dad," hoping for a connection. But heâd ignore you every time, barely acknowledging the title. Frustrated, youâd started calling him "Mr. Wayne" out of spite. And to your surprise, he responded. Since then, you'd settled into calling him as if he were just another public figure, like some distant acquaintance. You learned quickly that Bruce Wayne didn't want to be publicly labeled as your father, that he wasnât comfortable with the label at all.
But now, hearing that wordâ"Dad"âfrom you in public, his irritation rose. Heâd told you ages ago not to call him that outside the manor. Yet, there was also a sliver of satisfaction; he finally had a reason to confront you over it, something heâd oddly wanted since youâd moved in.
Turning around to find you, Bruce stopped short. There you were, arms around Harvey Dent, laughing in a way that sent a pang through him. It was the kind of bright, easy laughter heâd never heard from you in his presence. The warmth in your eyes, the carefree lightness in your smileâit all seemed reserved for Dent, a scene that felt oddly father-child-like.
His grip tightened unconsciously, fingers curling around the grass heâd been holding. Harvey looked back at you with an almost fatherly pride, and it stung in a way Bruce couldnât have anticipated. In that moment, the crowd faded around him, and all he could focus on was the two of you, bonded in a way he hadnât managed to be with you.
Your laughter rang in his ears like a melody heâd never noticed before, something beautiful and elusive. And for the first time, Bruce felt something newâa desire to be the one to make you laugh like that, a yearning to hear it directed at him. He wanted all of it for himself.
Bruceâs hands clenched involuntarily, his fingers digging into his palms. He told himself that he was better than Dent in every way that matteredâstronger, more capable, more disciplined. But in this, seeing how effortlessly Dent could make you feel safe and valued, he felt an unsettling flicker of doubt. Bruce could face any enemy, any challenge, but standing here, watching someone else make you feel what he couldnât, he felt almost... inadequate.
The feeling was absurd. Jealousy wasnât supposed to affect him; heâd trained himself to be above such things. But he couldnât stop the bitterness gnawing at him as he watched Dent with you, a man whose easy warmth contrasted so painfully with Bruceâs own guarded nature. It stung to realize that, for all his power and reputation, he was losing you to his own friend. Dent looked at you with pride and affection, the kind that came naturally to himâand Bruce hated that Dent could offer you what he hadnât even known you needed.
And then, through the murmur of the crowd, your voice rang out againââDad!ââdirected at Dent, not him. Something twisted painfully in Bruceâs chest, his vision blurring as he watched you lean into Dentâs embrace, trusting and relaxed. The sight was a punch to his pride, yes, but more than that, it was a revelation of all heâd pushed away, all the moments heâd let slip by because he hadnât wanted to be vulnerable.
For the first time, Bruce felt an unfamiliar desperation creep in, a fear heâd never faced even in the darkest moments of his life. Losing you to Dent seemed almost absurd, yet it was becoming a reality before his eyes. He was starting to see the damage his own indifference had caused, each unspoken word and dismissed gesture now cutting him deeper than he would ever admit aloud.
If only heâd turned around that first time you called him "Dada." If only heâd been there, shown you warmth instead of distance. Now someone else was in the place heâd abandoned, and he fearedâtruly fearedâthat you were already too far out of his reach to bring back.
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Pairing Eddie Munson x Fem Reader [friends -> lovers]
Summary: You and Eddie ditch the party of the semester to fall into something you both know is meant to be [fluff, 3k]
A/N This is just fun, fluff, and feels. Felt like a vibe while I was writing it. This fic is part 1 of 3.
The music vibrates through the floor so intensely that Eddie can feel it in his bones. Even in the sunroom where he and a few others have settled. The small space gives sight to the backyard, where people mingle as they smoke, illuminated by string lights combating the nightâs darkness. Those inside the house with him chatter, sing, and toss their heads back in carefree laughter, feet shuffling against the hardwood as they dance.
The entire scene buzzes with the kind of life only Steve Harringtonâs place could ignite on a Friday night. One of these days, he swore he was going to loosen up and allow himself to get swept up in it too.Â
For now, he watches. Eyes flitting to various faces, but always returning to you. If you werenât smiling, you were talking, and the way your lips formed around your words was just as beautiful. The two of you spoke briefly when he first arrived, and he could still feel the delighted hug youâd given him over the fact that he decided to come. He wondered what heâd have to do to make it go away, but good thing he didnât mind the feeling. It was a reminder of how much he wished your nearness could be all his forever.
Longing was a peculiar thing. Selfish in its occupation of his entire being.Â
As Eddie takes another small sip from his drink, something fruity spiked with vodka, The Hair himself saunters up in front of him in a pair of slacks and a Polo sweater. Though rather polished for the occasion, it manages to look fitting on him. His cheeks are a little flushed and the metalhead raises a curious brow as his friend stares down at him with a smirk.Â
Rebel Yell starts pulsing through the stereo as Steve offers him a hand off the couch. They end up weaving their way out back. The fall air is cool, but not all of summerâs warmth has vanished. A few people wave and greet them as they head towards a pair of chaise lounge chairs. Billy Idolâs voice is muffled as it continues thrumming from inside. Grooving bodies are visible through the windows as the party carries on.Â
Steve pulls out a fancy metal cigarette case before they sit, flipping it open with a soft click. Eddie canât help but snort as he relaxes into the chair.Â
Steveâs brows furrow as he slips out a joint and begins lighting it. âWhat?âÂ
Eddie nods to the case in Steveâs lap. âRich people shit.âÂ
Steve takes the first couple puffs before passing the joint to Eddie. âJealous?âÂ
A smile cracks Eddie's face before he takes a drag. The answer is no, he isnât. Once upon a time, jealousy was all he burned with, even though he was Hawkinâs poster child for no fucks given and had every reason to be grateful he wasnât worse off. Grateful for Wayne, that he wasnât in the pen with his deadbeat father, for finally finding solid friends. He had more than he could ask for, and it took growing up to see it.Â
Eddie tips his head back and blows smoke up into the night before giving Steve his turn. What he canât see is that your eyes have fallen on him from inside the house, sparkling and curious as Robin grins by your side.Â
âSo did I save you back there or what?â Steve asks as he ashes the joint onto the ground. âLooked like you were zoning in and out, man.â Thereâs genuine curiosity in his gaze though his tone is playful.Â
Growing up with parents like his, Steve had gotten good at reading people. They vacationed a lot, but still managed to walk around with arc reactors in their chests whenever they were home. Bound to detonate in the wake of the most trivial inconveniences. Sometimes he wished he could shut everyone and their feelings out, but he wouldnât quite be himself then.Â
Eddie runs his ringed fingers through his hair. âJust a bit overwhelmed.âÂ
Steve takes a thoughtful look around. âThese kinda things can be a lot.âÂ
Not even half the faces outside belong to close friends. There was a magic to it, nevertheless. For a few hours, everyone could throw their worries to the wind as Hawkins, Indiana began to feel less like a nowhere town and more like the top of the world. Lord knows Steve didnât mind the distraction.Â
âNot my scene,â Eddie settles on saying. The joint has found its way back into his hand.Â
âEveryoneâs got their escape,â Steve says. âYouâre just too evolved for this one.âÂ
Eddie snorts. âShut up.âÂ
âYet here you are in the flesh,â Steve continues, thinking as Eddie smokes. âYou should tell her how you feel.âÂ
Eddie coughs, lowering the joint from between his lips. âDude. Fuck.âÂ
Steve bites back a smirk as Eddie recovers, extending his hand for the joint. Eddie refuses, taking another drag out of spite, for himself or Steve he isnât sure. A distant swell of giggles makes multiple heads turn towards the back door, where you and Robin file outside. Thereâs an immediate flutter in Eddie's gut as he takes you in, your skirt flowing at your thighs. It takes him a second to realize you two are headed their way.Â
By the time you make it over, Eddie has straightened up. Meanwhile Steve remains unphased. âLadies,â Steve greets. Â
Robin wrinkles her glittery nose at him. âWhy werenât we invited out here?âÂ
Chuckling, he makes room for her on his chair and she plops down beside him. ââCause you hate the way weed makes you feel like youâre going insane.â He leans into her with each word until she pushes him away with a helpless laugh.
âItâs the principle,â she counters.Â
Eddie motions for you to join him and you smile as you take a seat beside him, bumping your shoulder against his in a gentle hello. When he offers you the joint, you shake your head. Steve reaches for it yet again, but Eddie pretends not to notice, taking another drag. A small smile pulls at your lips.Â
âActually, I think I will take a hit.â Eddie doesnât hesitate passing it to you.Â
Rather than indulging, you hand it to Steve, who laughs in victory. Eddie shakes his head, feigning betrayal in a way that earns a laugh out of you. Itâs a sweet, melodic sound. He tries to ignore the way your thigh feels pressed against his, but itâs in vain. Even the vanilla notes of your perfume manage to cloud his mind in the softest way. No matter where he was, if you were near, he would always be painfully aware of your presence.Â
It was your invitation that had driven him to this party in the first place. Although Steveâs invite came first, your insistence made him change his mind and say yes. Sweaty bodies and blaring music wasnât your ideal scene either, but you gave in from time to time and looked good doing so. Earlier that night, Eddie almost hadnât made it through Dancing In the Dark as you and Robin swayed and jumped around like you were alone in your room. There was something about the freeness of the way you moved that made it hard to look away.Â
âMunsonâs been meaning to tell you something,â Steve announces, looking straight at you.
Eddieâs heart drops into his stomach as he glares at Steve. Robin glances between the two of them, brows furrowed as amusement plays on her lips. You hug your arms as a cool breeze rolls through, but youâre more interested in what Eddie has to say than escaping the chill. In meeting your gaze, however, he silently begs you not to entertain the claim. It only piques your curiosity all the more.Â
âAre you gonna spill or what?â Robin prompts.
âThereâs nothing to spill,â Eddie insists, looking down to twist his skull ring.Â
Reaching over into his lap, you gingerly take his hand into yours to slip off that very ring. He doesnât pull away or argue, just watches as a helplessly warm feeling melts down his ribcage. His lips twitch upwards when you put it on your thumb because itâs the only finger big enough. Itâs warm from being against his own skin for so long. Robin and Steve share a brief, knowing look.
âSpeak now or forever hold your peace.â Thereâs hope woven within the lilt of your voice. Eddie chuckles, and you commit the breathy sound to memory as if youâll need it one day more than you do now.Â
Robin slaps her hands against her knees. âWell, itâs getting kinda chilly out here so Iâm gonna head back inside,â she says, rubbing her arms as she stands.Â
âDonât do anything I wouldnât do,â you tease.Â
âIâll stick to something tame like snooping around in Harringtonâs room,â she says as she turns to leave. Steve rolls his eyes.
A comfortable silence settles between the three of you. However, his brows eventually pinch together as he reconsiders Robinâs words. Taking one last drag, he passes the joint back to Eddie.  Â
âShe was joking, Steve,â you assure him, chuckling.Â
âNo she wasnât,â he worries as he stands to jog back into the house. Eddie snickers.Â
With a soft sigh, you lean back onto your hands, looking towards the sky as silence falls again. There are a few clouds visible in the light of the crescent moon, but the stars are everywhere. Like tiny shining freckles peppered against the face of the night. Part of you wonders if heâll talk now.Â
âWhat if the stars have been watching us back our entire lives?â you murmur.Â
Eddieâs brows pinch together as he looks over at you, chest rattling with a startled laugh. âThatâs something to think about.â His eyes are a bit glossier now. âDonât think Iâd mind if that were true.âÂ
You tilt your head, a smile budding on your face. âYou wouldnât mind billions of little eyes observing your day-to-day life?â you ask. âThatâs a pretty big audience.âÂ
A grin eases across his face, half playful, half cocky. âIâm a pretty interesting guy.â
You lift a teasing shoulder, feigning indifference. âYouâre alright.âÂ
Eddie laughs, but a weighted look flickers in his eyes as he studies you, catching the fondness you hadnât tried all that hard to hide. Even with the pleasant buzz beneath his skin and somewhat of a looser mind, he can see it clearly.Â
âHey,â you speak up again. Thereâs a new softness to your voice, something mischievous dancing around the edges. âWanna get outta here?âÂ
Eddie blinks like he canât quite believe youâve asked, but finds himself saying yes anyways.
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Sitting in the passenger seat in his van, you realize you didnât think much further than this. The air smells like him in all the best ways. Pinewood and faint cigarette smoke. As the engine rumbles to life, you shift in your seat and peek over at him, your confidence a distant memory. The radio bursts to life as well, but he quickly reaches out to turn it down. You bite back a smile at the fact that his skull ring is missing from his finger because itâs on yours. Eddie settles in with a sigh, turning to you.Â
âSo,â he says, eyes sparkling and a little red under the glow of the street lights.Â
Thereâs an intensity to the warmth of his gaze. It drives you to hide your face in your hands. Which does nothing to make him disappear, if the way he exhales a chuckle is any indicator. âStop looking at me, I didnât think this far ahead.â Thereâs no real distress in your voice, only giddiness mixed with nerves.Â
âNow I feel like an idiot,â you whine.Â
âWell, youâre not.â He sounds more sincere than the moment calls for. âAnd I donât think Iâm gonna be able to stop looking at you, so I guess weâre both in a pickle.âÂ
âA pickle?â You snort, lowering your hands to meet his gaze. More laughter escapes you. Maybe itâs your body's way of not having to address the implication of his words.Â
Thereâs a flutter in his gut as he watches you. Itâs like old times, back when you were freshmen who stayed up too late laughing over the most ridiculous things. Except now, you were more than the girl who sat beside him in Biology because you thought it was cool he had a tattoo. Youâd grown into a friend, perhaps even more. As composure finds its way back to you, that truth weighs heavy in the small distance between you. Â
Eddie clears his throat. âWe could hang at mine for a bit. Wayneâs at work.â When you donât say anything, he bites the inside of his cheek. âItâs up to you.â Â
âSorry, yeah, that sounds good,â you breathe.Â
Eddie gears the van into drive, only to put it back in park with a heavy exhale. You blink when angles himself to look at you, opening his mouth a few times before speaking.Â
âThere is something I need to tell you,â he admits. âNo way in hell did I ever think weâd be friends, but youâre the raddest person Iâve ever met.â A lump forms in your throat as his words wash over you. âAnd youâre so pretty that sometimes I wonder how every guy in the world isnât giving you whatever you want all the time.âÂ
You can hear your heart in your ears as you say, âMaybe thatâs âcause thereâs only one guy I want in the world.âÂ
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A small sound of surprise rises up your throat when Eddie backs you against his bedroom door. His apology is hushed against your lips as he continues kissing you, hands gentle where they grip at your waist, feeling along your sides. Youâre warm all over as if youâre laid out before the sun, arms hooked around his neck. It hadnât occurred to him how much he wanted to kiss you until you looked at his alarm clock and realized that itâd probably be best if he drove you home. It was well past midnight. Time had escaped you as you talked and laughed.Â
When he does pull away, he studies your face like heâs looking for something. A few seconds pass, and he still doesnât know what for. Perhaps your smile as it shyly appears. You move your hands to cup his face, thumbs stroking his flushed cheeks. Youâve never been close enough to notice he has the faintest freckles over the bridge of his nose. It almost feels like youâre getting a glimpse at sacred markings youâre not supposed to see.Â
Eddie remembers to breathe when you peck his lips again, running your fingers through his hair. His breath is startled out of him, more like. Itâs a wonder his knees havenât buckled beneath him. He wants to kiss you again to see if thatâll finally knock him back down to earth, but instead he exhales the softest sigh over your lips, squeezing your hips to confirm youâre real. Heâs not expecting the sense of guilt that creeps up on him.Â
Your brows pinch together. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothing. I just⌠I havenât taken you on a date or bought you flowers.â He swallows. âI swear youâre worth all that, swear Iâm gonna.âÂ
You gently scratch his scalp. âThatâs nothing to worry yourself over.âÂ
Eddie shakes his head. âDonât want you to feel like Iâm just trying to come onto you,â he says. âI like you a lotââ Â
âIf itâs any consolation, Iâve been wanting to kiss you forever too.â Your voice sounds braver than you feel.Â
A smile breaks across his face as he rests his forehead against yours. âWell, thatâs maddening news.âÂ
Humming, you kiss him again, delicately running your tongue along his lips so he shivers. âWhere are we gonna go?â you breathe, clarifying when he makes a soft, confused sound, âFor our first date.â With the way you continue kissing him, he assumes you donât really want an answer, that youâre trying to drive him crazy on purpose.Â
His mind changes when you gently push his chest so he knows to pull away. He listens immediately, eyes dazed.Â
âMaybe the arcade,â you supply, toying with the hem of his shirt. âOr a picnic by the lake.â Your hands slip under his shirt, gracing the skin of his lower stomach, your touch sending a rush of heat through him faster than any high ever could.Â
Youâre not trying to be suggestive, itâs more exploratory. A shared thrill in finally being able to touch him how youâve wanted for so long. Eddieâs hands remain at your waist, grounding him even as he feels his resolve starting to slip.Â
As much as he wants to indulge a step further, maybe even several, he holds himself back. It might be old-fashioned, but he wants to do this right, do a bit of course correction. He can almost hear Uncle Wayneâs voice from those lazy afternoons of his younger years, talking about life and how to treat a lady.Â
âNext Friday,â he says, staring into your eyes intently. âItâll be nice. Iâll surprise you,â he promises, taking your hands in his, relishing their softness, their warmth. His skull ring is still on your thumb.Â
âReally?â Your smile is unabashed.Â
He nods, a grin creeping onto his face. âItâs a date.âÂ
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ellie fucking you in the middle of the night <3
cw: smut , nsfw , men dni , strap usage , reader sits on ellie's face , dom! ellie , sub! reader , kinda vanilla , reader and ellie's relationship is a secret , y/n used (im sorry) , sitting on ellie's face
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the problem is, you dont want to keep things casual. you said it because it felt like a thing you should say when you start fucking your best friend. now, you're lying in bed wearing ellie's shirt, wishing shed sneak down the stairs and crawl in with you.
you try to talk yourself out of it so many times. you'd already almost got caught once. but your body doesn't care and neither does your heart. you want her hands in your hair, her warm skin against your own.
which is why you creep through a dark house and up the stairs, keeping to the edges to avoid any creaking that might wake up joel. one peek into his room at the top of the stairs and you see him sprawled like a starfish. your lips curve up at the sight and then you very, very gently shut his bedroom door before padding down to the secondary bedroom as the opposite end of the hallway.
the door is closed and no light shines from beneath. you twist the handle and walk right in. her curtains are open and ambient light from outside filters in through the massive windows. the door clicks shut behind you and you walk across to the king-sized bed. much like joel, she is all long, muscular limbs stretched out in the middle.
unlike joel, you don't turn away.
you press one knee onto the mattress and crawl in her direction. ellie's breaths are deep, and the entire bed has a faint sandalwood smell. you think you'd settle for just lying here beside her, breathing her in.
instead, you kneel at her side. soaking her in, so relaxed. she looks youngerâmore carefreeâlike this.
with one hand, you trail the tip of your fingers over her lipsâjust like you did every time joel had his back on the two of you. a simple gesture, just to remind her you were there, even if it was for a moment.
ellie's big strong hand flies up, steely fingers wrapping around your wrist, "y/n."
it's not a question. she knows it's you.
"hi."
"what are you doing?" she asks from behind closed eyes.
"touching you."
her lips curve up into a sinful smile, "i thought you wanted to keep things casual in front of joel."
"right." you whisper, "it's just that i thought about it and decided being casual is overrated. i want you to touch me too."
a raspy chuckle spills from her as her green eyes open and dive into your own. chills erupt from the back of your neck, racing down your spine and over your arms.
"so, what now?" she asks beneath a quirked brow.
"i don't know." you suddenly feel nervous. you snuck up there with no plan, only knowing you wanted to be close to her, "do you want me to leave?"
she stares at you extra hard now. it's borderline unnerving. the weight of her stare. the way your stomach flip-flops under her attention. you've never felt this way before.
"no, y/n. i want you up here." her voice is soft and deep as she reaches for you. broad hands circle your waist and you squeal as she hauls you on to her, so you're straddling her torso.
"gonna need you to be quiet, baby." she murmurs as her palms slide up over your quads, tips of her fingers dipping inside your underwear at your hips.
all you can do is nod, lick your lips, and watch how good her hands look roaming over your body.
"n-now what?" you practically stutter.
"now you're going to hold on tight to that headboard, sit on my face, and try to keep your mouth shut while i make you come."
before you can respond, she's moved you up, yanked the gusset of you panties to the side, and has her tongue in your pussy.
you gasp and fall forward, holding the headboard like she instructed, more out of needing something to hold on to than because you're good at following directions.
your head falls back when her teeth graze you clit. she palms your ass and holds you close, like she's eating her favorite fruit. her eagerness does nothing but drive you even more wild.
"hmmm," you hum, trying to cover for the string of expletives currently sitting on the tip of your tongue. your thighs shake with the strain of holding yourself over her and fingers dig in hard.
ellie pulls away, only to grumble at you in that deep tone. "baby, i said be quiet. and stop being polite. i told you to sit on my face." the hand gripping your underwear yanks you down hard so that you're fully seated.
she sucks your clit and your body bows into her. her hand slides up from your ass, over your hip, stomach, and up to your breast, where she gently caresses you. she holds you. touches you.
she gives your nipple a good, firm twist that has you gasping and grinding against her mouth. all the response you get is a satisfied growl against your core as she continues to lick, and suck, and tease.
you ride her shamelessly. she told you to stop being polite, and so you do. you lose yourself in the sensation, the feel of her skin on yours. the smell of her wrapped around you.
there's something empowering in asking for what you want. to be touched when you want. and you're drunk on thatâdrunk on herâwhen everything inside you clenches. when that pressure builds so quickly, so intensely, you can't hold back... you shatter.
you feel like you blew apart into a million little pieces. your skin is hot, your eyelids feel heavy. and as much as you try to stay quiet, you can't.
her hand shoots up over your mouth and you slump into it, using her arm to prop yourself up while you cling to the headboard.
"ellie," you whisper as she moves you down. her limbs are moving and there's fabric rustling around you, but you're too incoherent to keep up, "ellie."
"y/n, baby. i told you to stay quiet."
your brain is too addled to care. "more." you fold yourself over her, dropping your head into the crook of her neck and kissing her there. your teeth graze over the lobe of her ear, and you realize she's removed her boxers while you blacked out. and, she had put on her strap that she conveniently kept in her nightstand.
"more?"
you nod, feeling her throat move against your forehead as he swallows. "more."
her hands move firmly, all business, as she removes your underwear. then she sits up, leaning against the headboard and taking you with her.
you can feel her hard length propped against your ass as she positions the two of you.
her eyes stay on your face as she reaches down to grip the hem of her shirt. the one she gave you to sleep in when she walked you to the guest room door and told you it might help you miss her less. right before she smirked that annoying, i'm-right-and-you-know-it smirk of hers.
she wasn't, though. which is why you're here.
your body coils with anticipation again as ellie's gaze rakes over your bare skin.
her hands roam slowly yet purposefully. over your arms, your collarbones. reading you like braille. you think she's always been able to, and you just didn't know it.
"i'm not sure you can handle more, baby." she kisses your chest as your hands move in tandem, feeling her in a way you didn't get to earlier. "you're not very good at keeping quiet."
"i'll be good," you murmur, grinding your pussy back on her and feeling her steely silicon dick twitch against your ass.
suddenly her lips are on your nipples and your hands are raking through her hair. she reaches between the two of you, urging you up onto your knees, you move obediently, and in return, you're rewarded by the sensation of her faux cock sliding against your pussy.
back and forth. back and forth. your eyes flutter shuts she tortures you. one hand grips your shoulder while the other is fisted around her length. you swivel your hips, feeling her crown notch inside you.
"goddamn, honey. you're even better than i fucking dreamed," she mutters roughly. then she shoves herself in, and you bite your lip to keep yourself quiet. because no one and nothing has ever felt this good.
your eyes snap open as your body adjusts. the light sight of her taking you so roughly has the blood thrumming through your veins at a rapid pace. your heart pounding even harder than before.
you stare at each other. her cock is buried deep inside you his.
"move, y/n. show me how bad you want it."
your pelvis undulates because you do want it. you lift and you drop back down, feeling every thick inch of her as you do. reveling in the way her eyes widen before taking on a more hooded appearance.ďżź
what starts off slow and deliberate comes apart at the seams. hands that were searching are now gripping.
breathing that was even is now choppy. everything is hot and damp as you writhe together in silence.
you don't need words. they wouldn't do justice to something that feels like this anyway.
"you're gonna come on my cock now, aren't you, baby?" she growls roughly, breathlessly, against your ear. your body shudders in response. "i can tell. your eyes give it away, even in the dark. then every muscle on you goes all tight. you ride me so damn hard. so eager. so warm. so fucking tight."
you're so full of her. her words. her body. it's too much, and right when youre about to go barreling over that edge again, she kisses you soundly, swallowing the sound of you screaming her name as you come.
with a fist full of your hair, she pumps into you hard.
spilling herself, filling you up thoroughly right as your orgasm rocks you. flays you. leaves you slumped in her arms, desperately trying to catch your breath.
you don't know how long the two of you stay like that. you straddling her lap, her cock snugly inside you, clinging to each other and kissing. slow, languid, deliberate kisses that make your throat ache with their tenderness. eventually they slow and ellie tolls you off her carefully.
always carefully. even when she's rough with you, shes so damn intentional. you feel nothing short of pampered with her. and when she gets up to retrieve a warm washcloth, the point is only driven further home.
"what are you doing?" you breathe the words, trying to stay quiet as she comes to kneel between your splayed legs.
"taking care of you."
the warm cloth swipes over your swollen core and you let out a soft moan. "you don't need to do that."
she continues wiping you gently. "but i want to."
you're struck silent by such a simple sentence.
you lie in ellie's bed, letting her take care of you. and when she's finished, she lifts the covers, crawls in behind you, and holds your body against hers all night long.
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A bit mushy - Lewis Hamilton
Let's see how Lewis and his wife do in a Couple's Interview.
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
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a/n: Fun and light Lewis for the win, again thanks a million times to @greedyjudge2 for the idea and for some of the questions, I know I don't usually write carefree Lewis but it's my favorite â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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The room was buzzingâcameras being adjusted, light stands tweaked and a handful of crew members chatting as they waited for everything to come together.
Lewis sat comfortably on the low-slung, cushy armchair beside his wife, his hand resting casually on the back of her seat tracing lazy circles on her back. They looked impossibly relaxed, as if the cameras were invisible, and this was just another day at home.
The director, a laid-back guy with a coffee stain on his jeans and a clipboard that looked way too serious for the vibe of the shoot, strolled over.
He was juggling his phone and an energy drink, clearly a man trying to keep his cool while wrangling two of the most charismatic people in motorsports.
âOkay, so this should be easyâ he started, his voice overly casual like he almost didnât want to disturb the coupleâs chemistry âNo serious stuff. No PR-approved answers. Weâre here for the real deal. Just answering a few questions about each other, nothing too scandalous. Think... fun, but, yâknow, juicy enough to make people smile.â
Lewisâs wife, legs crossed and leaning slightly into her husbandâs space, raised an eyebrow. âDefine juicyâ a sly smile tugging at her lips.
The director chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. âYou know, like... light-hearted scandal. Stuff people donât already know. Maybe embarrass him a littleâ" he motioned to Lewisâ"but in a cute way.â
Lewis shot the director a mock glare âRight, you donât really need to ask her thatâ he said, his voice dripping with good-humored sarcasm.
His wife snorted, turning to face him with a grin. âPromise not to dig too deep. Unless weâre talking about those sneakers you wore to the beach...â
Lewis groaned, tilting his head back dramatically. âNot the beach sneakers again! One time and Iâm branded for life.â
The crew around them snickered, and even the sound guy adjusted his headphones to cover a grin.
There was something about the way they bickered that had the whole room leaning in, as if everyone was witnessing the most intimate, casual conversation between two people who just fit.
The director, fully entertained, motioned to the cameraman to get ready. âAlright, alright. Letâs save the good stuff for the shoot. Remember, itâs just you two being yourselves. No need to put on a show.â
His wife reached over and squeezed Lewisâs hand. âNo promises.â
As they shared a quiet laugh, the subtle touches and glances between them were enough to make anyone nearby smile. There was no need for grand gesturesâthe way they leaned into each other, how their conversations flowed effortlessly, said more than any scripted moment ever could.
They had that kind of love that made everyone else feel like they were in on something out of ordinary, just by watching.
The cameras zoomed in slowly as the couple got comfortable in their seats. Lewis leaned back, his arm still slung casually around his wifeâs chair, his body slight angled so he could face her better, and she tucked one leg underneath her, turning toward him like she always did when they were in the middle of one of their many quiet conversations.
Except this wasnât quite so quiet. The cameras were rolling now, and the world was about to get a glimpse into how they were with each other.
The director's voice came through, just loud enough to hear but never intrusive.
âAlright, letâs get this rolling. What embarrassing fashion trend did you take part in?â
Lewis immediately leaned forward, rubbing his hands together as if he was preparing for battle. âIâll own this one. Bandanas. Wore them with everything back in the day. Thought I was some kind of rockstar or something.â
She tilted her head, eyebrows shooting up. âBandanas?â she asked, feigning surprise. Her eyes glimmered with mischief, and she leaned closer, as if letting the audience in on a secret. âYou sure it wasnât the Timberlands?â
Lewis threw his head back with a groan, already knowing where this was headed. âNot the Timbs,â he mumbled, shaking his head like he was in actual pain.
âYeah, the Timbsâ she said, fully grinning now. âLet me remind you, you used to wear them with everything. Jeans, tracksuits, shorts, suitsââ
Lewis raised a hand, stopping her, though there was a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. âI still stand by those, alright? I donât care what anyone says. Timbs are timeless.â
She rolled her eyes playfully, patting his leg. âSure, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night.â
The banter between them came so naturally, it was easy to forget there were cameras pointed right at them. The crew standing around had mostly stopped what they were doing, some watching the couple with amused smirks, others clearly touched by how playful yet undeniably affectionate they were towards each other.
âOkay, next question: What first attracted you to each other?â
Lewisâs wife leaned back, narrowing her eyes like she was trying to come up with something profound. âHis sense of style,â she deadpanned, lips twitching as she fought back a grin.
Lewis blinked, his head cocked to the side. âSeriously? You were just attacking my Timbs? That guyâs sense of style?â
For a moment, she held her ground, lips pursed in mock-seriousness. But after a few seconds of staring at himâhis bewildered look, the way he was just waiting for her to crackâshe broke. Her laugh wasnât exactly loud but it filled the room.
âOkay, fine!â She reached out, her hand landing on his thigh, fingers curling into the fabric of his pants. âIt was your eyes.â
Lewisâs eyebrows shot up as he gave her a soft smile. He just stared at her, thrown off by her sudden honesty.
She smiled, her gaze softening too as she looked at him. âTheyâre intense, you know? Like you see things really deeply. The way you look at the world... itâs impossible not to notice.â
Lewis was quiet for a beat, his usual witty retorts momentarily forgotten. His hand moved instinctively to cover hers on his leg, squeezing it gently. âWell, damnâ he finally said, his voice quieter than before, almost reverent.
The room around them seemed to still. There was something about the way they looked at each other that made it feel like they were the only ones there, like everyone else had faded away.
âNext oneââOn what occasion have you lied to me?ââ
Lewisâs eyes went wide, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he glanced at his wife. âUh⌠Remember when I blamed Roscoe for loosing up your house shoes?â
Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him in disbelief. âNo. Youâre telling me you wore my house shoes, Lewis?!â
He winced, trying to play it cool. âI mean⌠It was just that one time! They looked comfy, and my feet were cold. I didnât think youâd notice.â
âOh, I noticed,â she said, crossing her arms. âI just thought Roscoe had lied on them, not that your big feet had wrecked them!â
The crew chuckled, sensing the playful tension building between them.
âRoscoe was the perfect scapegoatâŚâ Lewis defended himself.
âMy poor babyâ she sighed dramatically, shaking her head. âYou threw him under the bus!â
âHe didnât seem to mind,â Lewis replied with a smirk, leaning closer to her, his tone turning softer. âBut hey, I bought you new onesâ
She raised a brow, clearly amused but still pretending to be serious.
âHave I ever made you jealous?â
Lewis leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a playful smirk creeping across his face as he quipped in before she could. âShe has, yes.â
His wifeâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âOh? When exactly?â
He didnât answer immediately, taking his time like he always did when he wanted to build up the suspense. She leaned in; her curiosity evident in the way her lips quirked. âCome on, give me the details.â
Lewis shook his head, clearly amused. âThe silver dressâ he said, voice low.
For a second, she didnât react, clearly trying to place the memory. Then, like a lightbulb flicking on, her eyes widened in recognition. âOhhh, that night!â
Her laughter exploded from her, loud and sudden, catching even the crew off guard. She leaned back in her chair, clutching her stomach slightly as she laughed, while Lewis sat there, arms still crossed, trying his best to look annoyed but clearly failing.
âThat night was somethingâ she said between laughs, her eyes shimmering with tears of amusement.
Lewis sighed, shaking his head. âIâm glad you think it was so funny.â
âOh, babe, you were so grumpyâ she teased, nudging him with her foot.
Lewis didnât respond immediately. Instead, he just looked at her with that mix of exasperation and fondness that made it clear that, no matter what she did, she was always going to get away with it.
âWhatâs a song that reminds you of each other?â
This time, she didnât even hesitate. âA Life Like This by Nao.â
Lewisâs face softened immediately. âWhy that one?â
She smiled, but it wasnât her usual teasing grin. This one was softer, more intimate. âBecause... before you, I was just going through life, you know? Things were just happening, and I wasnât really... present. Then you came along, and it was like everything shifted. It was like my Saturn return was finally over, and I could just... breathe.â
For a moment, Lewis said nothing. His face betrayed himâno amount of his typical coolness could hide the way her words hit him.
He leaned forward slightly, his hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. âYouâre really gonna get me emotional, huh?â he murmured, his voice so low only she and the mic could pick up on his voice.
She just smiled; her eyes full of love. âThatâs the plan.â
The crew exchanged looks and quiet smiles. It was impossible not to feel the connection between them, like they were watching something precious unfold right in front of them.
âWhatâs something you wish you did more often?â
Lewis leaned back, thinking for a moment. âLazy mornings.â
She smiled, nodding. âYeah?â
âYeahâ he said softly, his eyes on her. âNo alarms, no schedules, no meetings. Just us. Laying in bed, talking, laughing... not worrying about what we have to do next.â
She nodded again, her smile turning wistful. âYeah.â
Their eyes met, and once again, the room seemed to shrink around them, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble.
âOkay love birds, next up âWhat is the most treasured possession that the other has given you?ââ
She paused, tapping her chin as if she really had to think about it, though the answer was clearly already on her mind. âThe necklace you gave me on our third date.â
The director blinked, looking between them. âThird date?â
âOh yeahâ she nodded, leaning back in her chair, eyes sparkling as she shot Lewis a teasing look. âHe was whipped by then.â
Lewis rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. âYou make it sound like I was proposing marriage.â
âYou werenât far off, thoughâ she teased, reaching for the necklace hanging delicately around her neck. âHe gave me this beautiful pendant, that he designed himself, by the way, and I remember thinking, âOkay, this guy is serious.ââ
Lewis chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. âI knew what I wanted.â
âThat you didâ she teased, nudging him with her elbow.
âYeahâ he grinned. âNo point in playing games.â
She looked down at the necklace again, her voice softening. âItâs not just the necklace though. Itâs what it represented. He was showing me he wasnât just there for funâhe was there for real.â
Lewis met her gaze, his smile quieter now, filled with affection. âI meant it then, and I mean it now.â
âWhen did you first know that you were in love?â
This time, she was the one to hesitate, a mischievous glint in her eye. âIn love with whom?â she asked, biting her lip to keep from laughing.
Lewis groaned, leaning forward and pinching the bridge of his nose. âOh, donât start.â
She giggled, clearly enjoying every second of his exasperation. âI knew I loved you when we went through about a dozen paint stores in Milan looking for the perfect shade of gold for that painting.â
Lewis raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh, didnât remember that.â
âYeah,â she said softly. âI couldâve just mixed the colors myself and gotten something close. But you were so invested in finding the exact match that I just... I kept going. And I knew it then. I knew I loved you because you cared about the little things, the details that most people would overlook.â
Lewis stared at her; his face unreadable. Then, slowly, he smiledâa soft, genuine smile that seemed to melt the room around them.
âWhatâs your favorite memory of the two of you?â
Lewis leaned back, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. âThat time we missed the flight in Paris.â
She let out a groan, breaking the feeling in the room, she already knew where this story was headed. âNooo, not that!â
âYep,â Lewis said with a smile. âSo we were in Paris, right? And someoneââ he pointed at her playfully, ââwas absolutely convinced that the subway would get us to the airport faster than any car could.â
âIt wouldâve!â she protested, already laughing. âThe traffic was insane!â
âYeah sureâ he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âSo there we were, dragging our bumps through the subway stations, hopping from one line to the next. Every station was like a maze, and we were so lost. I kept telling you, âLetâs just get a cab,â but nooo, you were determined.â
She shook her head, smiling. âIt was an adventure!â
âIt was chaos and we missed the flight by hoursâ Lewis corrected, his voice teasing but fond.
âBut honestly? Itâs one of my favorite memories. You were so carefree, so determined, so in the present. We were lost in Paris but we werenât lost within ourselves.â
Her smile softened, her eyes holding his for a long moment. âYou never told me that was your favorite memory.â
âYeahâ he said quietly, his voice more sincere now. âI felt like we could just... slow down. Be present. No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me.â
For a moment, they were silent, the weight of his words settling between them. The room around them was so still that the soft hum of the cameras was the only sound. The crew watched them closely, as if holding their collective breath.
She leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder, and whispered just loud enough for the microphones to catch âI think thatâs my favorite memory now, too.â
Lewis smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, and for a few seconds, it was like the cameras werenât even there. It was just them, lost in a shared memory, a world of their own.
The director, sensing the intimacy of the moment, cleared his throat gently.
âAlright, now to wrap this up âWhen can we expect little Hamiltons running around?â
Both Lewis and his wife exchanged quick glances, and almost in unison, they burst out laughingâonly this time, their laughter had a bit of an edge, like they knew something the room didnât.
Lewis leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands together. âOoooh, good one.â
âYou had to go there, didnât you?â she added, her eyes wide with exaggerated innocence. âReal smooth.â
The crew, sensing the couple was playing coy, leaned in just a bit, waiting for a juicy response. But instead, Lewis leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. âWell, you never know, right?â
His wife smirked, glancing at him sideways, playing along. âWhen you least expect itâ
The director, not quite satisfied, pressed on. âAny plans in the near future?â
âOh, besides, like, tomorrowâs plans?â she quipped, keeping the teasing energy alive.
Lewis chimed in again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. âWeâve got a lot of plans. Travel, Roscoeâs bath timeâŚâ
The director chuckled, shaking his head. âDodging the question, I see.â
Lewis gave a knowing look to the camera, adding one final, cryptic comment. âWeâll let you know when it happens... maybe.â
And with that, they both smiled at the cameras, their laughter filling the air as the director called âcutâ for the final time.
The room gradually came back to life, the hum of equipment being packed up and crew members chatting quietly filling the air. The couple stayed seated, though, still caught in the gentle pull of their shared moment, almost unaware of the bustling scene around them.
Lewis exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing as he glanced at his wife, his arm instinctively pulling her a little closer. She smiled, still leaning into him, her head resting against his shoulder, fingers absentmindedly playing with his fingers.
âThat was a bit mushy, wasnât it?â she murmured, a teasing lilt to her voice, though there was warmth in her eyes as she gazed up at him.
Lewis smirked, brushing his thumb gently against her arm. âJust a little. But you started it.â
She chuckled softly, nuzzling into his shoulder. âTouâre not usually one for getting all sentimental on camera.â
He shrugged lightly, but there was no real defensiveness in his posture.
She smiled, her heart swelling at the softness in his gestures. âGood. I like you better that way.â
She sighed softly, sitting up a little and stretching her arms out with a satisfied groan. âPeople are going to think weâre a pair of softies.â
Lewis chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. âLet them.â
She smiled, sitting back in her chair and looking at him with a tenderness that only deepened as she reached out, her hand cupping his cheek for a brief moment. âI guess itâs not the worst thing to be.â
He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them and looked straight at her. âNah, itâs not.â
Unbeknownst to them, the cameras were still rollingâjust a little, a behind-the-scenes shot meant to capture those moments of candidness. The crew tried to keep their distance, giving the couple their space, but every now and then, someone would glance over, a quiet smile tugging at their lips. There was something undeniably magnetic about Lewis and his wife, the way they moved around each other, the way they fit together.
Without thinking, he stood up and extended a hand to her, pulling her up from her seat. As she stood, she let out a small laugh, one that was soft and filled with affection. But before she could fully straighten up, Lewis slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his chest in a gentle, protective embrace.
For a second, she stiffenedâmore out of surprise than anythingâbut then she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. It was a simple gesture, nothing extravagant, but in that moment, it was everything.
âAlright, lover boyâ she murmured, her voice laced with contentment. âWhatâs all this about?â
âJust holding youâ he replied simply, his voice low and soothing, the kind of tone he used when it was just the two of them, no audience, no pressure. âFeels like we havenât had a minute to ourselves in forever.â
She smiled as she found her place on the crock of his neck, her fingers absently tracing circles on the back of his neck âYouâll get them,â she promised quietly. âWeâll make time.â
Eventually, Lewis pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âYou know,â he started, his tone teasing âabout those Timbs.â
She groaned, playfully swatting at his chest. âI thought we agreed to leave the Timbs in the past.â
âI never agreed to thatâ he grinned, tightening his arms around her playfully. âIâm still rocking them, remember?â
She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face betrayed her. âWell, at least one of us has evolved.â
He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her head. âMaybe. But you love me anyway.â
âI do,â she said softly, the sincerity of the words wrapping around them both like a warm blanket. âI really do.â
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Morning Desires
Summary ⊠The beauty of Targaryen men is often said to be irresistible, and Jacaerys is no exception. After waking up early one morning, you find that you cannot, in fact, resist your gorgeous husband
Warnings ⊠Morning sex, smut, slight somnophilia, creampie, husband!Jace, blowjob, 18+
The sun was shining brightly when you woke up that morning, soft golden light pouring in through the windows and casting an almost ethereal glow over you and your husband.
When you opened your eyes, you were amazed to see how beautiful he looked sleeping so peacefully next to you. The morning sun shined down on him, making him look like one of those ancient Valerian gods that he spent so much time studying.
His brown hair was swept across his face, his pink lips parted. Soft snores could be heard falling from his lips and you giggled as he mumbled in his sleep.
Truly, you did not think you had ever seen a more gorgeous sight. It was rare that you got see Jacaerys so relaxed, so carefree. He usually spent his days and nights stressed about whatever the state the realm was in. Seeing him at peace was a sight that you drunk in greedily, brushing some of his curls from his face before sighing.
You did not wish to wake him, but an idea suddenly formed in your head and it left your core aching with desire.
It had been two weeks since you and Jacaerys had been intimate, and the feeling of his manhood pressed against your thigh, hard as a rock, reminded you just how much you missed your husband.
Before this stupid conflict in the Riverlands had broken out, Jace used to take you every night that he could. You would spend hours wrapped in each otherâs embrace, soft words and gentle touches exchanged. You missed the feel of your husband. Now that he had been coming to bed so late, he was usually too exhausted for any activity other than sleep.
Today was actually one of the rare days that you had even woken up in the same bed as him, and though you felt terrible about it, the urge to feel him inside of you again was just too great to resist.
Lust had its grip on you this morning and you were not strong enough to deny it. Especially not when Jacaerys looked so delicious beside you.
Youâd apologize later for disturbing his sleep, but right now, you needed your husband.
Gently, you positioned yourself so that you leaned over him, peppering soft kisses along his jaw and using a hand to trail up his thigh.
Jacaerys in his sleep shivered as you found one of his weak spots, sucking at the delicate skin and making sure to leave a mark. Redness spread over the several spots that your lips visited, licking and biting as you pleased while Jacaerys squirmed underneath you.
He still had not woken up, but his body was so used to your touch that he was involuntarily reacting to it. Several times did his hips buck into thin air, his cock growing harder the lower you kissed and the higher your hand went.
You smiled softly to yourself as he began to moan in his sleep, obviously feeling the way your lips had attached themselves to his chest.
You teased him by taking one of his nipples into your mouth, biting it like he does to you. For a few seconds, you sucked on it, leaving a love bite on his chest before moving on.
By the time you found yourself kissing his stomach, Jacaerys finally began to stir beneath you. His eyes fluttered open as you traced your tongue just above his hips, holding them down as your hand grasped his manhood.
He groaned, obviously awake now, and the sound prompted you to look up at him just as your lips found his cock.
You smiled deviously at your husband as he looked down at you with wide eyes, having the pleasure of seeing his pretty face just before you took him into your mouth.
âFuck!â
Immediately, Jaceâs hand reached down to tangle itself in your hair. Wasting no time, your husband guided you down on him, losing his breath as you managed to take his entire length.
You had done this many times before, so it was easy to open your throat, breathing through your nose so you wouldnât choke. Using your spit, you eased your lips up and down his cock, your cheeks hallowing to give him more pleasure.
You were careful not to go too fast, but just enough to have him at your mercy. Jacaerys moaned and whispered sweet praises as you sucked his cock; ones that had your core throbbing with desire. A familiar wetness pooled between your thighs, your arousal burning hotter and hotter.
The sounds that your husband started to make only fueled your desperation further, and they indicated that he was almost near his peak. You did not want him to come; not yet since you still ached with the desire to satisfy your own needs. So, before he could reach his release and end your morning fun, you quickly pulled away and straddled him.
A desperate whine left Jaceâs throat at the sudden loss of pleasure, but it was quickly replaced by a broken moan when you sank yourself onto his cock.
Together, you nearly collapsed at the feeling of being connected again. After two weeks, your cunt had desperately missed him and you could tell that Jacaerys felt the same.
Tenderly, he held onto your hips and threw his head back as you rode him. The morning light continued to shine down on him, bathing him in rich, golden light. It highlighted the sweat that had began to coat his face, his eyes looking like pools of honey as he kept your gaze.
Softly, Jacaerys pulled you down to meet his lips, capturing you in a passionate, fiery kiss.
Your moans were swallowed by his mouth as your tongues met, tasting the sweetness of one another and relishing in it.
As his cock slid in and out of your cunt, you felt a familiar pinch in your core that had you clenching around him. Jacaerys groaned as you began to bounce faster on his cock, releasing your lips so that he could watch you come undone. He held your hips steady and guided you into a pace that satisfied you both, your bodies so intertwined to the point where your release matched his.
Under a spell of desire, sleep, and desperation, your husband let out a groan as he shuddered underneath you. The last threads holding back his peak snapped, and you could feel his seed coating your walls as he let go.
Likewise, Jacaerys could feel your legs shaking as you clenched down on him and moaned. After so long, your release washed over you and clouded your senses, the pleasure almost as blinding as the light. To Jacaerys, it accentuated your features, making you look like a goddess as you came.
With your lips parted and your head thrown back in ecstasy, you looked like the absolute epitome of beauty. The kind of beauty that women envied and men worshiped.
Jacaerys swore that there was never a man as lucky as he was in that moment, staring at you with love and adoration as you collapsed next to him.
For a few moments, neither of you said anything. As the sun rose around you, lighting the room with a soft yellow glow, you took a minute to admire each other. It had been quite some time since youâd gotten a proper look at your husband, but honestly he was just as breathtaking as you remembered him.
âSČłz tubis, issa jorrÄelagon,â You told him softly, practicing the High Valyrian you had been studying.
Jace often teased you that your pronunciation sounded just as bad as his once had. Before he had become King, he had the hardest time memorizing what the letters sounded like. Apparently, your Valyrian wasnât as good as you thought it was but there was no teasing from him this morning.
No jests. Jacaerys only wore a proud smile on his lips as he stroked your cheek, leaning in to plant a kiss on your soft skin before chuckling.
âWell, good morning to you too, my love.â
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now that I got he appreciation post out of the way Iâll yap about what I loved the most about this whole scene because was a fucking masterpiece.
1. He looks fucked out and Iâm going insane. His heavy breathing was blasting through my headphones and, although that is something that usually annoys me during these scenes, it was done carefully and tastefully. It felt natural and real, not overplayed, not overkilled, but raw and perfectly genuine.
2. Anyone else devastated by the absolute adorableness of this moment? Just me? This was such a cute short thing that casts light into their relationship. Theyâre both actually very carefree people, always have been, even if Jack had a hard time coming back to his true self. This moment felt so intimate and relaxed. From trying to make the other submit, playfully and sensually, they both pause here and quickly take a breather to gauge each other and decide how is this going to happen before Jack takes the lead again. These are truly Jack and Joke.
3. Wall slamming. Itâs one of the cliches I absolutely devour. Ever since episode 1 I knew they would be the kind to do this. I knew their NC would be like this. They want each other too much, theyâre gonna take and take and take.
4. No awkward stripping. Just desperate. The moment characters strip have always felt so unnatural for me. This was done hastily and they stumble and it doesnât look pretty because it shouldnât. They have wanted each other for too long for them to wait another second in getting themselves naked. Joke is so desperate he struggles with taking Jackâs shirt off and he doesnât care nor slows down. It adds on the realness of it all.
5. More wall slamming. Dear god Iâm unwell. No further words.
6. He was stupid hot for this. They are possessed. As they should be. Thereâs tenderness and roughness at the same time in their movements and touches, casting light on the fact they love each other but are desperately hungry for each otherâs body. They never let you forget that, not once.
7. Did you hear my screams? I was not expecting that. What Iâve seen happen many times on BL NC scenes, is that there is a high contrast done in between the couple when it comes to portraying desire. Usually itâs only one of them that is more vocal or physical about it, while the other takes it and follows. Yin and War have mentioned they donât want their characters to stick to one dynamic, and it shows a lot in this whole scene. They both are perfectly capable of taking the lead, they both want to take the lead, they both want to submit. They are equals. And thatâs always gonna be that way.
The power play, the switching, the rolling in the sheets, the CONSENT, the loving looks, the gentle touches, the rough touches, the pauses, the desperation, the desire.
they did it all. not one single thing missing.
they deserve nothing less than a standing ovation.
yinwar, you did it again
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warm
pairing: james potter x reader
summary: james deems you marriage worthy because you play with his hair (and he likes you)
james loves having his hair messed with, especially if itâs by you. he swears itâs the most relaxing thing ever just simply being in your presence with your hands raking gently through his curls. âi would marry you just for you to play with my hair.â
you hummed, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers. âiâd be offended if you married me just for me to play with your hair.â
ânah.â he snickered opening his eyes to look up at you. âjust an added bonus really. that wouldnât be the only reason.â
âwhatâs the other reasons then?â you questioned, using your nails to lightly scratch his scalp and loving the way he melts into you even more.
his eye close again and he looks so peaceful and comfy with his head resting on your lap. âyou ground me- youâre like.. i donât know youâre just you.â
âiâm just me?â
âyeah.â he paused. âyouâre always so patient with me whenever iâm acting like a divvy and youâre just really nice to me. i also just love being around you, i swear i could be with you 24/7 and iâll never ever get sick of youâ his hands came up to cover his face like he was embarrassed. âyou make me feel warm.â
you couldnât help the laughter that burst out of you. âi make you feel warm?â
âyeah.â he groaned. âstop laughing at me! iâm pouring my heart out here.â
he was laughing himself, so carefree. so beautiful. âmânot laughing at you. i think itâs really sweet.â you defended yourself. âwhyâre you covering your face?â
âiâm ashamed.â he cried out. âiâm mortified i just said all that..itâs all true and i meant every word but merlin!â
you pried his hands away from his face until he eventually opened his eyes to look at you. âi guess we could get married then.â you joked. âsince i know you wouldnât be using me for my head massage skills.â
âtomorrow?â
âwhat?â
âletâs get married tomorrow.â
âbit too soon james.â
âboyfriend.â
âwhat?â
james cleared his throat before talking, now sat up with you face to face. âboyfriend. me. sound good?â he blurted out bashfully. âi mean i can be your boyfriend firstâŚif you want.â
âtake me on a date and iâll consider it.â
âright now! off we go!â
âjames!â
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Club - LN4
*:ď˝Ľďž Summary: You bump into Lando Norris at a club, sparking a flirty connection. After a fun night, you exchange numbers.
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The club was buzzing with music, flashing lights, and laughter as Lando Norris and his best friend, Max Fewtrell, strolled inside, soaking up the electric atmosphere of Monaco's nightlife. Theyâd become regulars at the hottest clubs, both enjoying the release and freedom that came with an adrenaline-filled F1 season.
Tonight, though, felt a little different. Lando wasnât quite sure why yet, but he could feel it. Maybe it was the energy in the air, maybe it was the fact that the Monaco Grand Prix was just around the corner, or maybe it was somethingâor someoneâhe hadnât met yet.
Max had already gravitated towards the bar, ordering shots for them both. Lando, more on the relaxed side that night, looked around the dance floor. Bodies were moving to the beat, swaying under the neon lights, but he wasnât ready to join in just yet. â You good, mate?â Max grinned as he handed Lando a drink, already buzzing from the energy and a few earlier rounds.
âYeah, just checking things out,â Lando replied, scanning the dance floor.
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On the other side of the club, you and your best friend were lost in the moment, dancing together to the beat of the music, laughing and cheering each other on. It was one of those nights where everything felt carefree, where nothing mattered except the moment. The crowd was thick, and with the music pulsing through your veins, you didnât notice the space around you shrinking.
That is, until you accidentally bumped into someone.
âOh my god, I'm so sorry!â you exclaimed, looking up at the guy whose back you had just collided with.
Lando turned around, slightly startled, but when his eyes met yours, his expression softened into an easy smile. âNo worries at all,â he replied, his voice barely audible over the booming music. His accent was unmistakableâBritish, smoothâand somehow comforting. For a split second, you were caught off guard. You didnât realize who he was at first, just that he had the kind of grin that made you feel like everything was instantly better.
Max, who had witnessed the entire interaction, nudged Lando with a teasing look. âLooks like someoneâs making new friends.â You laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. âI swear, I didnât mean to hit you.â
Lando chuckled. âWell, if it was on purpose, thatâs one way to get my attention.â His eyes sparkled under the club lights, and you felt your cheeks heat up. âGuess it worked, then,â you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
âDefinitely.â Lando stepped a little closer, the music thumping in the background as the two of you stood there, your friends momentarily forgotten. âYou come here often?â
You shrugged, still smiling. âNot really. Just here for a fun night with my friend.â Lando glanced toward your best friend, who was still dancing, then back at you. âSeems like youâre having a good time.â
âYeah, and I think I just made it better by bumping into you.â
Max, who had been listening in, couldnât help but laugh loudly, slapping Lando on the back. âMate, sheâs good! Youâre gonna have to keep up.â Lando shot him a look, but there was no hiding his grin. He was intrigued by you, by the ease of the conversation, and how natural it felt to be standing there talking like youâd known each other forever. Usually, nights out were fun, but they blurred together. But tonight? You had somehow made it stand out.
âDo you wanna dance?â Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.
You felt a spark of excitement flicker in your chest, but you played it cool. âAre you sure you can keep up with me?â
His competitive streak kicked in, and Lando smirked. âOh, I think I can handle it.â
With a playful nudge, you both moved onto the dance floor, joining the crowd as the DJ switched the track to something a little faster, a little more intense. You could feel Landoâs presence next to you, the warmth of his body as the two of you moved in sync to the music. His eyes never left yours, and every time you looked over, he had that same cheeky grin plastered on his face. He wasnât the best dancerânot by a long shotâbut the fact that he didnât care made it even more fun. He let loose, spinning you around with a laugh, not caring if he got the steps wrong or if he bumped into someone else. You couldnât help but laugh along with him, the two of you lost in the moment.
Max, on the sidelines, gave a thumbs-up to Lando before disappearing back toward the bar to give his friend some space.
As the night went on, you and Lando kept dancing, joking, and sharing easy conversation in between songs. At one point, you found yourself standing off to the side, catching your breath while the music pumped around you. âI have to ask,â you said, tilting your head as you looked up at him. âDo you always meet girls by having them bump into you?â
Lando laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. âI mean, itâs a first. But I think Iâm gonna make it a thing now.â
âYou should,â you teased. âWorks like a charm.â
The conversation flowed easily, and Lando felt a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the heat of the club. There was something about youâsomething he couldnât quite put into words. Maybe it was your sense of humor, or the way you didnât seem fazed by who he was, treating him like anyone else. Whatever it was, he liked it.
âIâm Lando, by the way,â he said after a beat, extending his hand with a smile.
âI know,â you admitted, shaking his hand. âI recognized you after a few seconds. I just didnât want to be that person who says it right away.â
âWell, I appreciate that,â Lando said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand before he let it go.
âAnd Iâm Y/N,â you added with a soft smile.
âI like it,â Lando said, his voice quieter now as the music shifted to something slower, the lights dimming around you both.
For a moment, everything seemed to fall away. It was just the two of you in that crowded club, standing a little too close but neither of you caring. You could feel the pull between you, something unspoken but undeniable. Lando hesitated for a second, then leaned down slightly, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.
âSo, Y/N,â he began, his eyes locking onto yours, âwhat do I have to do to see you again?â
You felt your heart skip a beat, surprised by the question but also thrilled. You hadnât expected anything from tonightâjust a fun night out with your friendâbut here you were, Lando Norris standing in front of you, asking for more time with you.
âWell,â you replied, biting your lip as you pretended to think it over. âIâd say donât let me bump into anyone else tonight, and we can call it a deal.â
Lando laughed, shaking his head. âDeal.â
As the night drew on, the two of you stayed together, talking and laughing like youâd known each other for much longer than just a few hours. And as the club started to empty and the night air cooled, Lando realized that tonight had been different. It had been more than just a usual night out in Monaco. And as he walked you outside to make sure you got home safely, he couldnât shake the feeling that this was the start of something unexpected, something exciting.
You exchanged numbers before parting ways, a soft promise hanging in the air between you both that this wouldnât be the last time. And as Lando watched you disappear into the night, he couldnât help but smile.
This was just the beginning.
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pairing. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader wordcount. 16k
warning. plot-heavy, abo dynamics, possessive and jealous behavior, fluff, angst, dub-con, non-traditional relationship structures such as poly/alpha-omega bonds, internal conflict, emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content. mdni. 18+
with your heat right around the corner, exhaustion settles in as you struggle against the magnetic pull they have on you. thoughts start to creep in, making you question just how deep this connection goes, what it might mean to give in. but as tension builds, one question lingers⌠who loses control first when the plan doesnât go as expected?
co-author: @jaeyunsmochi đš
you woke up to the clattering and soft voices drifting from the living room. blinking groggily, you checked your phoneâ 10:34 p.m. the boys should have been back by now, wrapping up their schedules, but for them to still be awake and causing noise at this hour? you sighed, rustling around in your sheets before stretching lazily. your muscles protested, still tired, but you swung your legs over the side of the bed anyway. with a groan, you dragged yourself into the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth, already bracing yourself for the mess theyâd probably left behind. you knew the drill by nowâafter all, they had a tendency to turn the place upside down whenever they got together, and it was always you left to clean it up.
sighing again as you finished up, still clad in your tank top and shorts, you figured they were turning in for the night soon, but you might as well make sure there wasnât anything too wild waiting for you in the morning. best to get it over with now, you thought, padding quietly down the hall, lost in your own thoughts. you sighed as you walked into the living room, feeling the weight of everything that had been happening lately. your pre-heat had been hitting you hard, despite all the distractions the boys had been trying to throw your way. two days until youâd leave. just two more days to hold it together. they had been giving you more and more chores, hoping to keep your mind busy, but it wasnât working. every night, you found yourself alone, seeking release to take the edge off, but your omega instincts were getting harder to ignore with every passing hour. alpha... mate... the words echoed in your head relentlessly, a chant that wouldnât stop, a need that kept clawing at you. even the slightest brush of their skin sent you reeling, head spinning from the unintentional touches.
youâd called yuki earlier, your last hope for some kind of relief, but all he could offer was, "thereâs a slight delay, but it should arrive soon." your replacement suppressor necklace wasnât coming in time, and that left you even more vulnerable. great. now when would "soon" be? you were screwed, and you knew it. two days suddenly felt like an eternity. as you stepped into the living room, the boys were scattered about, each of them in their usual relaxed state, though the atmosphere was light in contrast to the tension coiling tight in your chest. jake was lounging on the couch in his pajamas, looking completely at ease, his carefree grin lighting up the space. jay was in the kitchen, the warm scent of freshly made popcorn drifting through the air. sunghoon and niki were huddled together, rummaging through a pile of board games, snickering at some inside joke. jungwon and heeseung were busy laying out blankets and pillows across the floor, turning the living room into a cozy den, a makeshift campout clearly in the works. ây/n,â jakeâs voice perked up when he saw you, his grin widening as he bounded toward you, his energy infectious. he grabbed your hand gently, pulling you closer as if he couldnât wait to share his next idea. âsince youâre leaving soon,â he began, his voice softening slightly as he looked at you, a touch of guilt lacing his words. âletâs make a pillow fort.â "a pillow fort?" you blinked, caught off guard but unable to suppress a small smile at how serious he looked. it was random, completely out of the blue, but jakeâs enthusiasm was so genuine, and the ideaâchildish as it wasâseemed oddly comforting. you let out a soft chuckle as he tugged your arm gently, pulling you toward the half-finished mess of blankets and mattresses theyâd clearly spent time setting up. jake flopped down onto the nearest mattress, sitting cross-legged, and patted the space beside him eagerly. âyeah, come on! youâve been working too hard lately. you deserve to have some fun before... you know...â his voice trailed off, his playful expression softening as he looked at you with concern. âweâll all help out, no chores tonightâjust us hanging out.â you hesitated, glancing around the room. jay shot you a grin from where he was, balancing bowls of popcorn. sunghoon was standing there with a fistful of blankets, clearly on board with the idea, though he had no clue how to hang them properly. jungwon and heeseung exchanged glances, amused, but not opposing it either, while niki was still preoccupied with rummaging through the games, his back turned to you. âyeah, y/n,â sunoo chimed in brightly, looking up from where he was folding a blanket. âyouâre already in your pajamas, and maybe we can convince niki to let you win a round of uno.â niki scoffed without looking up, rolling his eyes as if the mere suggestion was offensive. âyeah, right. iâm not going easy on anyone.â despite his dramatic eye roll, there was a hint of excitement in his voice, and you could tell he was warming up to the idea. your chest tightened at the sight of all of them, their eagerness making the tension inside you soften just a little. they were trying so hard to distract you, to make things easier, and you couldnât help but feel a wave of affection for them. you exhaled slowly, forcing a smile. âalright,â you said, giving in, âi guess i could use a break... but, you guys are cleaning this up, right?â
âobviously,â heeseung grinned, patting down the last pillow as if fluffing it just for you. âyou donât have to do a single thing, we got it covered.â you glanced at the chaos that was their pillow fort construction. mattresses were haphazardly arranged against the couches, practically covering the entire floor. sunghoon was still fumbling with blankets, clearly trying to make a roof but struggling miserably, and you had to bite back a laugh. it was way too cramped for a proper fort. âi think we can skip the blankets,â you suggested, raising an eyebrow at sunghoonâs determined but failing attempt to hang them. he glanced back at you, clearly not wanting to give up. âbut itâs supposed to be a fort, not just a sleepover.â the others looked around at the blanket chaos and seemed to agree with you. âi think itâs already plenty cozy,â jungwon said, stretching out on one of the mattresses, his shirt lifting just slightly, revealing a sliver of skin that had you looking away quickly before anyone could notice your reaction. internally, you scolded yourself. was this really a good idea? but backing out now would be worse. you glanced over at jay, who was now plating the snacks, his expression focused, almost too focused, like he was doing everything he could to make tonight as comfortable as possible for you. theyâd all put in so much effort, and even though you were fighting the internal war that was your pre-heat, you couldnât help but feel touched by it all. âyouâre gonna love it,â jake said, practically bouncing on his heels as he gathered more cushions and pillows, his excitement contagious. âtrust me.â you sat down on the mattress next to jake, sinking into the plush cushions, and the others began to gather around you. sunghoon finally abandoned the idea of the blanket roof, sitting down with a resigned sigh. heeseung leaned back against the couch, completely relaxed as he watched everyone get settled in, while niki dropped down with a stack of uno cards, clearly ready to start the night off with a bang. "okay, weâre all set." jay announced, placing bowls of popcorn and snacks on the makeshift table theyâd set up. âeveryone comfortable?â âas comfortable as iâll ever be,â you joked, but your smile was genuine this time. for a moment, you let yourself relax, the warmth of the room and the boysâ presence wrapping around you like a blanket. "letâs start with uno," niki declared, shuffling the cards with a devilish grin. "and no, iâm not going easy on anyone. especially you, y/n." "bring it on," you challenged back, laughing despite the pressure building inside you.
"i swear to god, niki," jake growled, his voice low and dangerous as he glared across the circle, dragging yet another card from the pile. niki sat there, smug as ever, grinning like the little shit he was, his stack of draw twos and wilds sitting proudly in front of him. he had already ruined jake's game, and now it was the rest of their turns to suffer. "what?" niki threw his hands up, feigning innocence like he hadn't just unleashed chaos. "iâm just playing the game, hyung..." his voice dripped with mock sincerity, the kind that made you want to punch him and laugh at the same time. you snorted, trying to hold back the laughter bubbling up as jakeâs frustration boiled over with each card he pulled. you leaned in and elbowed him, teasing, "easy, boy." jake shot you a look, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "you better watch it, youâre next," he said, half serious, half playfully competitive. "i swear, as soon as it's my turn again, youâre toast." jungwon, lounging like he had all the time in the world, smirked from his nest of pillows. "you might wanna focus on the mountain of cards youâve got there before making threats." "looks like youâre up again, hyung." sunoo piped up, barely looking up from his hand as he slapped down a reverse card. jungwon's eyes widened, darting to the stack of cards. "heyâ" he cut himself off, glaring at the pile as he begrudgingly drew more cards. "i was this close!" he held up his thumb and index finger. "close doesnât count in uno, man," sunghoon chimed in, lazily tossing down a skip card. he gave a slow, smug grin. "i could play all night." "oh, i bet you could," niki fired back, sharp eyes glinting as he slammed down another wild card, changing the color to red. he pointed at you with an exaggerated flourish. "your move, y/n." you groaned dramatically, eyeing the pathetic six cards in your hand. "of course, of course, target me. why not?" heeseung chuckled from across the circle, lounging back against a pile of blankets, a satisfied smirk on his face. "he's competitive, y/n. donât take it personally." "oh, but i will," you shot back, grinning despite yourself. jay, sitting beside you, leaned in eye-ing your cards, deciding to sit this game out. "donât let niki win. heâs been insufferable all night." "i swear," you said, your voice deadpan, "if anyone lays down another draw two, iâm walking out." jake scoffs, eyes gleaming with mischief as he slapped down a wild draw four card. his grin stretched wide. "oh really? how about this, then?" your jaw dropped, eyes wide in disbelief. "jake! what the hell?" your voice rose, filled with mock outrage as you stared at the stack of cards now in your hand. "hey, you said you were coming for me next," jake shrugged, not even trying to hide his amusement. "this is self-defense." "oh, it's personal now," you muttered, pulling the four cards from the pile with exaggerated slowness, glaring at him the entire time. jake just grinned wider, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. sunoo, deeply entertained by the vibe in the room, giggled under his breath. "oooh, things are getting real serious now."
jungwon, still nursing his grudge from earlier, tossed down a reverse card. "letâs see what you got, y/n. make it count." you didnât need to be told twice. with a grin that promised vengeance, you slapped down a draw two and pointed straight at niki. "take that." niki groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up. "come on! iâve been playing nice!" "you call this nice?" sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his expression unimpressed. "youâve been out for blood since we started playing." "itâs a conspiracy, i tell you," niki muttered, drawing his cards with exaggerated misery. the game went on, the laughter getting louder, the insults more colorful. pillows were tossed, blankets became weapons, and accusations flew with every wild card and draw two. jake, by now, was half off his chair, nearly toppling over as sunghoon blocked his turn with a skip card. "you traitor!" jake shouted, pointing an accusing finger at sunghoon, who just laughed and shook his head. "hey, donât blame me," sunghoon said, grinning. "just playing the game, man." "psh, 'playing the game'," jake mocks, though his grin said otherwise. "youâre conspiring with jungwon, i swear." jungwon just waved him off, smirking. "donât drag me into this. iâm just trying to survive." at some point, jay strolled in from the kitchen, a fresh bowl of popcorn in his hands. he stood there, watching the chaos unfold like he had just walked into a warzone. "you guys done yet?" he asked, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. heeseung, who had been quiet most of the game, finally laid down his last card with a triumphant smirk. "done? i just won." the entire room fell into a stunned silence. "you what?" you said, blinking at him. heeseung just leaned back, hands behind his head, wearing the smuggest grin youâd ever seen.
for a second, there was silence until pillows were suddenly launched across the circle, blankets went flying, and everyone started yelling all at once. heeseung ducked, dodging pillows left and right then flinging one back, "hey, all part of the strategy!" jungwon wasnât having it. "strategy, my ass," he muttered, pretending to sift through his remaining cards as if he was searching for evidence. "youâve been stacking your deck or something." "iâve been watching him," sunoo said, nodding, "he was playing fair and square." sunghoon shook his head, a grin creeping onto his face. "right. fair and square. just donât come crying when we all come for your ass next round." niki threw up his hands. "hyung, letâs play again, rematch." heeseung grinned, leaning back with exaggerated confidence. "oh, bring it on. i'll just win again." "iâm definitely winning this round," jake muttered, but even he couldnât hide the grin pulling at his lips as he tossed one last pillow straight at heeseung, hitting him square in the face making the eldest laugh as the cards were shuffled again. heeseung leaned back, hands behind his head. "donât worry, y/n. youâll get 'em next time." you leaned over, looking right into heeseungâs smug expression. "enjoy the victory now, but next game? youâre going down." "that a promise?" heeseung shot back, raising an eyebrow. "oh, you bet your ass it is." you grinned, already planning your revenge. the rest of the group echoed your threat, everyone promising vengeance, plotting strategies, and dramatically swearing alliances and betrayals. and for the rest of the night, every time someone grabbed a handful of popcorn or shifted their cards, theyâd shoot heeseung a look, as if they were planning their next move. the game hadnât started out this intense, but once niki suggested that whoever lost the worst was stuck with cleaning duty, the stakes shot up fast. no one wanted to be the poor soul left behind, picking up popcorn crumbs, sweeping up the sea of pillows, and scrubbing snack spills off the floor. so, naturally, everyone had turned ruthless.
âoh, hell no,â jay shouted, louder than anyone else, pointing around the circle. âiâm not touching a single crumb after this, yâall better bring your a-game, âcause i am not losing.â "whoeverâs got the biggest hand at the end," niki had grinned, tapping his cards with a wicked gleam in his eye, "better get ready to be the cleanup crew." you all laughed then, but once it sunk in, no one was playing nice. cards were slapped down with extra force, threats flew, and fake alliances were forged and broken all over that circle. every skipped turn, every draw four, had everyone on edge, with you and the boys glaring over your cards like it was a high-stakes poker game. as the game heated up, jayâs voice was impossible to miss. every time he pulled a card, heâd let out an exaggerated groan or shout, making everyone laugh despite their best attempts to focus. "oh, hell no," jake groaned, already adding up the cards in his hand like his life depended on it. "iâm not cleaning this shit up." "better start dusting, jake," sunoo teased, grinning as he leaned back, his hand suspiciously low on cards. "maybe learn how to handle a vacuum." meanwhile, sunghoon was quietly stacking his cards, his face completely neutral, watching everyone like he was in a spy thriller. when someone got a particularly brutal draw, heâd just raise an eyebrow, muttering, âyou brought this on yourself.â "this is bullshit," jake muttered, staring at the stack in front of him. âyouâre all gonna pay for this next game.â "donât be mad," heeseung called, looking way too satisfied as he watched the chaos. "someoneâs gotta take one for the team, right?" by the time niki laid down his first draw two, jungwon had already sighed, barely even pretending to be invested. with each card he pulled, his resolve seemed to wane, but he kept a determined hold on just enough cards to stay in the game. "jungwon," you teased, nudging him with your elbow as he sat there with a half-hearted look. "you giving up already?" he glanced over, sighing dramatically as he shuffled through his bloated hand. âiâm not giving up. just... strategically surviving.â he gave a lazy shrug, tossing down a number card with no real hope behind it.
sunghoon, ever the cautious observer, raised an eyebrow at jungwonâs pitiful expression. âyou call this surviving? youâve got enough cards to wallpaper the living room,â he smirked. âas long as iâm not last,â jungwon replied with a shrug, looking utterly resigned. he glanced at the mess of pillows and popcorn around him. âno way iâm cleaning all this up.â you took a quick peek at your pile, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. not the worst, but close enough. "guess i wonât be cleaning, but looks like jakeâs about to be on mop duty." "nope, the game isnât over yet." jake muttered, pushing up his sleeves like he was about to start a real fight. and when the final tally was in, everyone glanced at their cards, and all eyes landed on jake. there was a beat of silence before everyone burst out laughing, while jake just sat there, groaning in defeat. "guess you better grab a broom," you teased, patting him on the back. jake groaned again, slapping his stack of cards down with a defeated sigh. "i hate you guys."
the whole game had been absolute chaos, but it was the kind of chaos that made you feel alive. every nerve in your body buzzed with adrenaline. for a while, everything else fadedâthe oppressive heat, the constant anxiety that gnawed at the back of your mind. it was just you and the boys, and for once, the suffocating rules that always seemed to hang over you like a shadow melted away.
as you glanced around, sunghoon was yelling at niki, accusing him of cheating, while jake dodged an incoming pillow with a grin so wide it nearly split his face. across the room, heeseung was laughing so hard he could barely breathe, clutching his stomach. watching them, you felt something shift inside your chest. it wasnât just the game or the way they made you forget your worries. it was something deeper. your heart felt fullâa kind of fullness you hadnât felt in a long time, maybe ever.
you had spent so much of your life feeling like an empty vessel, only filled by the commands of othersâyour fatherâs demands, his constant expectations. rules and decisions made for you without a single thought to what you wanted. your life had been nothing but obedience, fulfilling his orders, being the perfect daughter, never straying from the path he had carved out for you. but here, with them, it was different. they didnât see you as someone who existed to perform duties or fit into a mold. they saw you. meeting them had to be one of the best things that had ever happened to you. not because they dragged you into wild games like this, but because, with them, you found something real. these werenât forced connections or transactional relationships, though that was how it started. they were people who cared, who saw you, not just what you could do for them. you hadnât realized how much you needed that until now. as jake flopped down next to you, breathless and grinning, you couldnât help but smile. a real, unguarded smile.Â
"you alright?" he asked, his voice softer now, like he could sense the change in your mood, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "yeah," you nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you that wasnât from the heat. "i think... iâm more than alright." he flashed you that crooked grin, the one that always felt like home, before turning back to his brothers lost in their own worlds. "wouldnât want you to miss out, you know." he wrapped his arm around your shoulder before gesturing towards the room. "all this? itâs for you anyway." his tone was teasing, but the look in his eyes told you he meant more than just the game. you leaned into him, just a little, and for the first time in forever, you werenât thinking about the next thing you had to do, the next demand waiting for you. instead, you were here, in this moment, surrounded by people who made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you could find something outside the life that had been laid out for you. something for yourself. that thought nestled into your chest as you watched sunoo tackle jungwon, both of them collapsing in a pile of limbs and laughter. jakeâs thumb absentmindedly brushed your shoulder in a way that was grounding, comforting, like an anchor. and for the first time in a long time, you felt that elusive sense of belonging. this was it. this was what you had been missing. it felt like family⌠that thought wrapped around you like a warm blanket. the laughter, the teasing, the way they all accepted you with no strings attached. it was something you hadnât even realized you were craving until now. these boys, with all their wild energy, filled a space inside you that had been empty for too long. just as you were sinking deeper into that feeling, a bright flash blinded you, cutting through the moment. you blinked hard, rubbing at your eyes in confusion. "what the hellâ?" you muttered, still seeing spots dance in front of you. sunghoon stood a few feet away, holding up a polaroid camera with a smug grin. "gotcha," he said, waving the photo around to dry it. "sunghoon!" you groaned, but despite your protest, a smile tugged at your lips. of course, heâd catch you in a vulnerable momentâthat was so like him. always teasing, always finding a way to break through the serious shit with something lighthearted. he sauntered over, still grinning and held the polaroid out to you. your vision was still adjusting, but when the image finally came into focus, it hit you. there you were, jakeâs arm slung over your shoulders, your head resting against him, a peaceful smile on your face. you hadnât even realized how happy you looked. "youâre welcome," sunghoon said, nudging you playfully as he dropped the photo into your lap. your heart swelled as you scan it. it was a snapshot of something you hadnât felt in agesâgenuine happiness. just you, living in the moment.
"thanks," you muttered, as you held the photo in your lap, you looked up to find sunghoon watching you, his usual smirk softened into something else. his gaze was tender, almost hesitant, like he was seeing a part of you he hadnât seen before. there was something in his eyes that made your heart skip, a quiet kind of warmth, and for a moment, everything around you faded into the background. âstay like that,â he murmured, lifting the camera again. âjust you and jake.â you felt jake shift beside you, then his arm tightened around your shoulders, pulling you in just a little closer. you caught him looking at you, his eyes warm and a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, the kind of smile that made you feel like you were the only one in the room. he leaned his head against yours, and his touch felt gentle, grounding, as if he was telling you without words that he was right there with you. âcomfy?â he whispered, his voice low, barely loud enough for anyone else to hear. he glanced sideways, his grin widening as he caught the look in your eyes. âvery,â you murmured back, feeling a flush of warmth creep up your cheeks. for a second, the world seemed to slow down, just you and him in that quiet bubble. âperfect,â he said softly, giving your shoulder a light squeeze as he pressed his cheek closer to yours, just letting the moment sink in. sunghoon adjusted the angle, his eyes lingering on the two of you with an almost protective fondness. but before he could press the shutter, sunoo popped up from nowhere, his face wide-eyed and eager. "wait, me too!" he exclaimed, practically bouncing into place, flashing a peace sign. sunghoon rolled his eyes, but he couldnât help smiling as he adjusted the camera. "alright, guess weâve got a group shot now."
âa group shot?â jayâs voice rang out from across the room, and before you knew it, he was striking an exaggerated pose behind you, puffing his chest out and giving the camera his best âmodelâ face, making you all burst out laughing. right on cue, niki calmly sidled into the frame, controller still in his hand as if he hadnât left his game and slotted himself in beside sunoo, he shot sunghoon a relaxed nod. heeseung, never one to be left out, wandered over with a relaxed smile and threw up a peace sign, leaning in just enough to claim his spot, his face radiating mock innocence. and jungwon, who had been observing the scene with growing interest, tried to squeeze in from the other side, his face barely visible as he squashed himself between heeseung and jake. his laughter muffled as he struggled to find space. you couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head, âguys, seriously? this was supposed to be a quick photo!â sunghoon just sighed, patiently waiting for everyone to settle before lifting the camera up again, his own grin breaking through as he tried to adjust everyone into the frame. âstop moving, ahâjungwon, we can barely see you.â âcan you see me now?â jungwon said, pushing forward with a mischievous grin, barely visible in the sea of faces. "alright, everyone ready?" sunghoon said, barely containing his laughter as he looked through the viewfinder. you could tell he was struggling to keep the camera steady as everyone jostled for space, faces scrunched and shoulders squished together. "hold up, iâm not ready!" jay shouted, striking another absurdly dramatic pose. "jay, youâre ridiculous," you laughed, almost crying from how absurdly packed the frame was getting. âshhh,â niki muttered calmly, still holding his controller like a prop, acting like this entire scene was completely normal.
the camera clicked just as the whole group burst into laughter, caught mid-laugh, mid-shove, mid-chaos. sunghoon checked the developing photo with a grin, shaking his head. âyou all look ridiculous.â âthatâs the point,â you replied, beaming as you took in their happy, ridiculous faces. sunghoon eyes scan the developing polaroid, his eyes narrowing as he realized he wasnât in it. he looked up, his face twisting into an exaggerated expression of betrayal. âhey! what about me?â he called out, waving the camera like heâd been wronged by the entire universe. âiâm not even in the photo!â the group turned back, snickering at his complaint. jay, hands stuffed casually in his pockets, shot him a lazy grin. âyouâre the one who wanted to play photographer, man.â heeseung grinned, tossing up another peace sign like a model. âcome on, just imagine weâre all posing for you, like⌠forever.â sunghoon groaned, feigning a wounded look as he crossed his arms, tossing you a playful pout. âwow, I see how it is,â he muttered, his eyes sparkling with mock betrayal. sunoo, laughing behind a hand, took in sunghoonâs overdramatic expression. âletâs take another one.â jake suggested, a mischievous smirk on his face as he nudged sunghoon. âhyung, hand me the camera,â niki said, reaching out a hand. âiâll take the photo.â
sunghoonâs face lit up, and he quickly handed the camera over to niki, who stretched his arm out, adjusting the angle so it included him the angle. sunghoon took the chance to casually squeeze in next to you, bumping shoulders in a way that felt both natural and intentional. the other boys quickly shuffled back, this time forming a protective circle around sunghoon, making sure heâd have his spot. heeseung threw up another peace sign, jay threw in a thumbs-up, and sunoo gave a dramatic wink as everyone crowded in with their best exaggerated poses. jungwon even squeezed in front, leaning back onto jakeâs shoulder with a grin, doing his best to hog the frame. âalright, everyone ready?â niki asked, holding up the camera with a small smirk. the group nodded, snickering as they tried not to move. the flash went off, freezing them all in a wild blur of laughter, goofy faces, and tangled arms. sunghoonâs grin was wide, his expression filled with something softer, content. this was itâthe memory heâd been waiting for, finally captured, with him right in the heart of it all. the boys crowded together, laughing and nudging each other as they admired the photos, you bit back a frown when you realized, you didnât want to leaveâthe thought of being away even just for a few days, to be separated from them, kind of made you feel anxious. like it just didn't feel right. maybe, just maybe, youâd found your place here... with them. but how could you keep it? could you even hold onto it? but you already knew the answer to that. the only way was to stay in control, to protect this fragile bond. it was too precious, too rare to risk. yet as much as you tried to ignore it, the quiet ache of your heat lingered at the back of your mind, a devil on your shoulder whispering, tempting you to let go, to surrender to their warmth, to let them in in ways that felt too dangerous. you gripped the necklace around your neck, fingers fidgeting with the useless pendant, the weight of it grounding but frustrating all the same. you wished it had worked longer, wished it would let you just be with them without the heavy veil of your heat creeping in. if it had, maybe you wouldnât have to leave soon, wouldnât have to find hyunjin for help managing it. would things have been different then? itâs unfair. a stupid set of rules, a fragile pendant meant to keep your own body in check, instincts you had to suppressânone of it felt like it should matter here. you wanted to break free of it, to just exist with them, let yourself lean in without second-guessing every move. but the rules had been carved deep, whispering caution even as you clutched the necklace, the pendantâs cool metal pressing into your fingers.
exhaustion hit everyone hard. it made senseâtheyâd come straight from work, thrown themselves into building that ridiculous excuse for a fort, and spent hours playing games without a single break. now, each of them was sprawled out on the floor, a tangled mess of pillows and blankets, looking utterly wiped. jungwon leaned against the couch, flicking through movie options with a lazy thumb, occasionally nudging sunoo, who was clutching a pillow tightly to his chest, eyelids fluttering with sleep. heeseung and niki were glued to their phones, nudging each other whenever something funny popped up, laughter breaking through their tired murmurs. sunghoon and jay sat side by side, both scrolling through reels, though sunghoon kept fiddling with the polaroid camera, occasionally glancing at the growing stack of photos heâd taken, a satisfied smile slipping across his face. jake lay stretched out on the floor, looking completely content, chatting lazily with jungwon and sunoo, his voice a low, soothing murmur. meanwhile, you stood in the kitchen, gulping down a glass of water like it was the only thing keeping you conscious. exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, daring you to give in, but you knew why youâd held out this longâbecause you were awake, fully aware, keeping your omega instincts in check. sleep, however, was another story. if you passed out here, surrounded by them, you couldnât be sure youâd stay in control. especially not with how worn out you felt. when you walked back into the living room, jay nudged sunghoon, gesturing at the open spot on the floor beside him. âmake some space, hoon,â he muttered, before glancing up at you. âhey, you can crash here if you want,â he offered, voice soft and sincere. you eyed the empty spot and shook your head, masking the hesitation with a lighthearted smile. âthanks, but I think Iâll just go back to my room,â you said with a light smile, keeping it casual even as exhaustion tugged at your resolve, softening the carefully set boundaries youâd tried so hard to hold. sleeping too close to them? not a chance. ânooo,â jake protested, his voice soft with a hint of a pout, disappointment flickering in his eyes. âyouâre supposed to stay with us.â he held your gaze, brows knit, before glancing over at sunoo, a nervous plea in his expression, silently begging for support. you looked around, taking in their hopeful, almost sad expressions, and it made you feel like a complete ass for even considering leaving. after all, theyâd set all this up for you. still, the thought of sleeping so close to them was risky, and you werenât sure it was worth it. sensing your lingering hesitation, sunoo gave a gentle tug, subtly steering you away from the hallway that led to your room. âjust this once, please?â he begged, pouting, his voice softening as he added, âwe did all this so we could have a cute sleepover. it means nothing if youâre not here.â
your eyes darted between sunooâs pleading gaze and jakeâs hopeful expression, feeling the gentle pull of their insistence chip away at your last bit of resistance. âfine,â you sighed, finally relenting. âbut iâm taking the couch.â
the moment the words left your mouth, sunoo clapped his hands together, his eyes lighting up as if youâd just made his day. he grinned wide, sending the other boys a triumphant look and they discreetly exchanged relieved glances, visibly relaxing.
you tried to get cozy, stretching out and pulling a blanket over yourself. the soft cushions enveloped you, and you could already feel your muscles slowly releasing the tension you hadnât even realized you were holding. from here, you could still see them, hear the familiar hum of their voices, and it comforted you more than youâd admit. staying a little removed felt safe, like you could relax without dropping your guard completely. âsleeping already?â jakeâs voice broke through the soft lull, warm with a teasing edge. you heard him shift on the floor, craning his neck to look up at you. âyeah, i need it,â you muttered, your voice already thick with drowsiness. âlong day, and you guys wore me out.â sunghoon chuckled, still fiddling with the camera in his hands. âyou're welcome,â he quipped just like he had before earlier in the night. he didn't even look up, but the smugness in his tone was clear. you rolled your eyes, snuggling deeper into the blanket as you turned your head away, feeling the weight of the day begin to fade. maybe it was the comfort of being here with them, or maybe it was just pure exhaustion, but you could feel the tension melting away, surrendering to the pull of sleep. âsleep tight,â jungwon called softly from his spot on the floor, his tone a mix of amusement and warmth, as if he knew exactly how close you were to drifting off. ânight,â you murmured, the word barely a whisper as your eyes drooped, your mind already slipping into the quiet comfort of sleep. the boysâ gentle conversations blurred into a soft, soothing lullaby, filling the room with a sense of warmth and safety you hadnât felt in so long. their voices slowly faded into the distance, and you were out. gone. they watched you for a second, just to be sure, exchanging glances before they started moving. jungwon motioned toward the blanket, eyes flicking to your peaceful face, and sunoo quickly tiptoed to heeseungâs room. he came back, holding the blanket out to heeseung like it was some sacred artifact, careful as hell not to wake you.
heeseung leaned in close, whispered a low, âokay,â his eyes flicking over to you, double-checking that you were out cold before he continued, ânow, we scent it.â he knew damn well they were way over the line, wrecking every rule, stepping into territory they had no business touching.
but right now, none of that mattered. not with that pull he felt, the way you drew him in like gravity, tearing down every wall, no matter how wrong it was. he pressed the blanket hard against the back of his neck, feeling the heat of his skin sink deep into the fabric. she needs this, he thought, his chest tightening, an ache he couldnât shake. this wasnât just scent; this was his way of making sure you felt it, even if you didnât realize itâfelt that you were right where you needed to be.
with them.
the idea of never seeing you again scared the fuck out of him. there was no way he was backing out now. please, let this work, he thought, gripping that hope like a lifeline as he passed the blanket over to sunghoon, finally letting out the breath he hadnât even noticed heâd been holding. sunghoon took it, looking down at the blanket clutched tightly in his grip. âyou sure about this? what if itââ âjust shut up and do it,â jay muttered. sunghoon shot him a glare, lips tight in silent protest. we shouldnât be doing this, he thought, the doubt scraping at him. but he pressed the blanket against his neck anyway.
he wanted youâneeded youâin a way he hadnât realized before. he had known it the moment heâd snapped that photo of you and jake, that pang of something fierce and possessive twisting in his chest. he pressed the fabric harder against his neck, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach, and passed the blanket to jungwon. jungwon held it, staring for a long second like it held every answer heâd been searching for. weâre really doing this, he thought, feeling a jolt of nervous excitement. his hyungs were watching him, eyes filled with some quiet, shared worry. jay leaned in, asked, âyou good, or wanna back out?â jungwon swallowed, the question hovering in his mind for a split second. itâd be so damn easy to stop, walk away, stick to the rules. but when he looked at you, he knew there was no way. he shook his head, firm, âno.â taking a deep breath, he pushed down the nerves curling in his stomach, rubbing the blanket against his skin, his eyes closing as the weight of what they were doing sank in. yeah, they were breaking every rule, but he knew you were worth every bit of it. passing the blanket to sunoo, his heart pounded, but he felt more sure now than heâd ever felt. sunoo took it with a calm, almost serene expression, but there was a glint in his eyes, something intense flickering. without a secondâs hesitation, he pressed it to his neck, rubbing slow, deliberate. she makes me feel safe, he thought, warmth filling him as he glanced over at you. itâs my turn now. youâd always broken through his walls, made him feel real, like he didnât have to hide anything.
he nuzzled the blanket against his cheek, leaving a soft touch, almost like a promise. she deserves to feel protected. he handed the blanket to niki, a quiet smile slipping onto his face, feeling lighter than he had all night. niki hesitated, hands trembling as he took the blanket. he looked at you, worry clenching in his chest. he chewed on his lip, anxiety biting at him. but the thought of you needing him, of you turning to him, held him steady. he sighed, shaky but determined, rubbing his scent in a new spot, wanting you to know heâd be there, that heâd always have your back. doubt still lingered, though. he had wondered if he was doing the right thing, if he felt as strongly as his hyungs seemed to. maybe this will help me figure it out, he thought.
jakeâs hand was already out, ready, no hesitation. he took the blanket from niki and rubbed it against his neck, down his chest, marking it, deep and sure, while the others rolled their eyes at him taking his sweet time. but jake stayed focused, letting the fabric sink against his skin. he tilted his head back, remembering the feel of your cheek against his, the warmth still there, seared into him. he cared about you in a way he hadnât thought possible, more than heâd ever let himself admit. a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. he didnât think he'd care this much. but he did. he had wanted to be close to you, to be someone you could count on. i want you to feel me.
jake raised a brow, glancing around at the rest of themâeveryone's way too damn serious, and with a slow, shit-eating grin creeping up, he reached down, tugging at his waistband, gripping the blanket like he was seconds away from shoving down his pants. he wiggled his brows, waiting for someone to dare him to go through with it.
niki let out a loud snort, the sound echoing through the room, and they all panicked, eyes widening as they whipped around to check if youâd woken up. sunooâs eyes went wide, hands flying to his mouth, a shit-eating grin spreading under his fingers as he watched heeseung snatch the blanket from jakeâs hands, his expression torn between amusement and horror.
slowly, their gazes darted over to you, breaths held, every one of them frozen in place. jungwon clapped a hand over his mouth, but it was no useâhe started wheezing, shoulders shaking as he leaned into niki, struggling to keep his laughter quiet. every time someone even breathed a little too loud, sunghoon would shoot them a look, half-serious, half-begging them to keep it together.
âdude,â heeseung whispered harshly, barely keeping a straight face, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth giving him away. âcan you not?â
jay snatched the blanket from heeseung, shooting jake a deadpan glare. âweâre trying to scent her, not kill her with the smell of your sweaty ball sack,â he muttered, shaking his head as he inspected the blanket, giving it a cautious sniff just to make sure jake hadnât actually gone through with his little stunt.
the moment jay muttered âball sack,â niki, jungwon, sunoo and even heeseung practically lost it, shoulders shaking as they desperately tried to hold in their wheezing laughter. niki bit down on his fist, eyes crinkling, while jungwonâs face was buried in nikiâs shoulder, his whole-body trembling.
jayâs eyes narrowed, clutching the blanket like it was some sacred object, his voice barely a whisper as he glared at jake, âif this thing smells like you, i swearâŚâ
jay being dead serious, only made things worse. nikiâs hand slipped from his mouth, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. all of them wheezing, doubled over, and sunoo had to turn away, his mouth pressed tight, eyes watering as he struggled not to burst out loud, their silent laughter making the whole thing ten times harder to control.
sunghoon glanced over at you, eyes widening when he saw you shift slightly, as if you might wake up. he immediately froze, finger pressed to his lips, frantically shushing everyone, trying to keep his own laugh in check. then he nudged jay in the ribs, mouthing, keep it down.
âwhat? iâm just trying to help scent it,â jake whispered mid-laughter, wiping the tears from his eyes. his tone was pure innocence, though the grin plastered on his face said the exact opposite. âfigured it could use a little⌠extra.â
jayâs glare only intensified, which sent the group spiraling into yet another round of snickers. still wheezing, jake reached over and gave jay a light slap on the arm. âjust scent the damn thing already." jay rolled his eyes, groaning. âugh, last thing i need is all this crap up my nose.â but he brought the blanket up anyway, took a cautious sniff, and his expression shifted, a little surprised as he processed it. instead of being overwhelming, it was actually kind of mild, pleasant even. âhuh, didnât hate that as much as expected,â he muttered, rubbing it along his neck and then, without thinking, pressing it lightly against his lips like leaving a soft, invisible kiss. âcorny,â niki had whispered, snickering as sunoo nudged him, both of them tryingâand failingâto stifle their laughter. âjust get on with it,â sunghoon muttered, exasperated. jay raised the crumpled blanket in his fist, holding it up threateningly like he was two seconds away from chucking it at sunghoon. âlet me finish scenting, i waited for you idiots to finish, didnât i?â he shot back, though his voice softened as he glanced over at you. the thought of you waking up, catching the scent, feeling that connectionâit made it all worth this ridiculous ritual. with one last glance at you, he handed the blanket back, each of them leaving their own mark, like some messed-up bonding moment that they couldnât deny was actually binding them together. heeseung exhaled through his nose, giving a final nod. âokay, that should be good enough.â he muttered.
âdo we just⌠put it on her?â niki whispered, eyes darting nervously between the blanket and your sleeping form. âno, we should swap the one sheâs using so the scent is stronger and right against her skin,â jungwon said, taking the blanket from jay. he tiptoed toward you, trying to keep his footsteps quiet, but as he reached to pull your blanket off, his hands hovered awkwardly in the air, clearly too freaked out to actually touch you. heeseung rolled his eyes, groaning silently as he waved jungwon back. âget back here.â he looked ready to get it done himself, but sunoo shook his head in distress. âhyung, i think i should do it,â sunoo whispered, looking dead serious. âno, me,â niki muttered, stepping forward. but before he could take another step, sunghoon, jay, and jake all whisper-yelled in unison, ânot you!â niki blinked, eyes wide before his lips curved into a smirk, clearly amused by their collective distrust. he tried to keep a straight face, but sunoo shot him a warning look. âlet me try,â sunghoon whispered, taking the blanket with shaky hands, bunching it up like he was about to do something serious. he moved towards you, but his hands were a disaster, darting forward, then pulling back like he couldnât decide if he actually had the nerve to do it. he finally reached out to tug the blanket from your feet, but you shifted, and he froze mid-reach. the entire room went dead silent, nobody even daring to breathe. sunghoon stood there like a deer in headlights before slowly stepping back, shrugging at the others, whispering, âat least i touched it.â heeseung, throwing his hands up, finally stepped forward, determined to get it done. but the moment his foot hit somethingâsunghoonâs damn cameraâhe let out a quiet hiss, sucking in a breath and giving sunghoon a murderous look, his face saying, why the fuck would you leave that there?
âi canât do it,â heeseung mouthed, throwing in the towel and retreating in silent defeat. jay, rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath, finally snatched the blanket from him, jaw set in pure determination.
he moved with quiet confidence, taking slow, measured steps, his face dead serious as if he were handling some high-stakes mission. his hands trembled slightly as he reached down, gently pulling the blanket from you, his heart hammering so loud he was sure everyone could hear it. but he didnât stop. the others stood watching, eyes wide, holding their breath.
somehow, jay pulled it off, managing to slip the scented blanket over you like some protective shield without so much as a twitch from you. as he stepped back, they all let out a collective sigh of relief, each of them settling down in their spots, sneaking glances at you as you turned, face peaceful, your breathing steady. completely clueless.
"hyung, whereâs the photo of me?" sunoo piped up, breaking the silence a little as he stretched his legs out in front of him, still hugging his pillow. sunghoon, looking momentarily confused, dug into his pocket and pulled out the polaroid of sunoo, smirking as he handed it over. "here, princess." sunoo snatched it from his hand, holding the photo up to inspect it under the dim light. "why do i look so sleepy?" "because you always look like that," jungwon teased from his spot on the floor, flicking the remote back and forth between channels though the volume was completely muted, never settling on one. "seriously, sunoo, thatâs just your face." the group chuckled quietly, the conversation drifted from there, moving from random shit like sunooâs perpetually sleepy expression to the latest shows theyâd been watching and random gossip from work. it was the kind of mindless chatter that felt easy, something to fill the silence without waking you up. jake, lying flat on his back, stared up at the ceiling, occasionally chiming in, but mostly just letting the quiet buzz of their voices lull him into a more relaxed state. every now and then, heâd glance over at you, checking to make sure you were still fast asleep. "should we just put on a random movie?" jungwon finally asked, looking around at the others. "nah, no one's gonna pay attention," jay replied, not even looking up from his phone as he scrolled through reels. "we're all about to crash anyway." "yeah, iâm already half out," heeseung admitted, yawning and stretching out his legs in front of him. "letâs just call it a night. get some sleep." even as sleep began to tug at their weary bodies, their eyes stayed on you, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest, you were the last thing each of them saw as their eyes finally fluttered shut. for now, they could only hopeâhope that the night would pass quietly, that the blanketâs scent would be enough to ease you through till morning, to keep you steady, to keep you with them. one by one, they finally gave in, exhaustion overtaking them, and sleep crept in, pulling them under with lingering thoughts of you still warm in their minds.
as you drift into sleep, the soft warmth of the blanket wrapped around you feels like a gentle cocoon, its scent comforting, familiarâa grounding smell that lulls you deeper, safe and protected, even though you canât quite place where it came from. at first, itâs calming, a quiet reassurance that youâre secure here.
you stirred, body reacting before your mind could catch up, your skin prickling as that heat began to build, the ache in your core waking up, restless. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, your legs rubbing together instinctively as your body sought relief. even in sleep, you could feel itâthe undeniable pull of an alpha.
their scents wrapped around you until it felt like theyâd seeped straight into your bones. each of them had something distinct, but together, they were a filthy mix of everything that made them alphasâall fire and smoke, sweetness and raw hunger, hitting you from every direction, pulling you under.
then things started heating up, literally. you felt hot, you felt like your body was on fire. your body jumped ahead of your brain, heat rolling under your skin, an ache sparking to life low in your belly. a fine line of sweat gathered at your hairline, your legs rubbing together, hips shifting like they had a mind of their own, slick gathering between your thighs, thick and warm, like your body was being prepared to let an alpha in. youâd needed an alpha to take you, claim you, fuck you so hard until the need was satisfied. the images of them came crashing in, faces burned into your mind like it was too much, like you were drowning in it.
the second your scent filled the room, every one of them went on high alert. you might as well have thrown match in gasoline. it was that instant, that consuming. their instincts kicked in, feral, tearing through the haze of sleep and snapping them all into focus. you were in heatâfuck, they could practically taste it, the desperation dripping off you, sweet and raw, like honey.
they sat up like they'd been shot, sleep fading fastâbed hair, dazed eyes still squinting, but the alpha in each of them fully fucking awake, ready, nerves wired tight. their eyes landed on you splayed out on the couch, a blanket barely hanging off one shoulder, your body writhing, a feverish mess. your heat was pure fucking fuel, demanding they give in to that raw, desperate need that felt like it would tear them apart if they didnât satisfy it.
but jake? he was hit harder, more fucked up by it than the rest. he didn't move from his spot and is still lying on the mattress, one arm flung over his eyes like he could hide from it. your scent was thick, all vanilla and heat. just purely you. searing into him until his mouth went dry, and all he could think about was the taste of your sweet pussy. heâd peek every now and then, unable to resist, seeing you shivering on the couch, the scent of you making his whole-body burn, a quiet whine slipping past his lips before he could stop it. he wanted a taste so badly it ached. heeseung, thoughâquickly bolted, feet dragging him behind the couch like thatâd save him, pressing against the backrest like heâd be safe if he kept it between you two. he towered over you, hands sliding under your armpits to lift you, pulling you up until you were sitting there, soft and pliant, your body weak against his. your head lolled back, landing against the couchâs backrest and heeseungâs gaze was locked on you. his eyes start taking in every fucking inch of youâyour flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-lidded but glazed, just staring blankly at him like you couldnât even see straight.
he braced himself, knuckles white as he gripped the couch, fingers digging in so hard you could hear the faint creak of fabric under his hands. his gaze slid down to the curve of your neck, the way your collarbone glistened with sweat. your hard nipples poking through your top, teasing him, hard as diamonds, daring him, begging him to do something about it.
but his eyes kept coming back to the gland at your throat, pulsing, right there, bare and vulnerable, heat radiating off it. he just wanted to sink his teeth into you. the struggle was written across his face, muscles tensing as he held himself back, eyes locked onto that spot like it was magnetic.
heeseung took a sharp breath, nostrils flaring as he broke eye contact, forcing himself back against the couch, arms stretching out, trying to pull his shit together.
jay, on the other hand, cleared his throat, eyes darting around like he was desperately trying to think of something, anything, to distract himself. his gaze fell to your chest, nipples straining against that thin fabric, and he was out, voice rough as he muttered, âwater. yeah. she needs water,â practically stumbling over his own feet as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear the water running, the sound pulling you a little out of the haze, making you sit up, hands pressing against the couch as you tried to orient yourself. but the heat wasnât letting up, blurring the edges of everything, making it hard to focus. sunoo finally loosened his death grip on the pillow heâd been holding for dear life, hesitating before inching closer. he settled on the armrest beside you, sliding in on your left with this look of nervous determination. you barely even glanced at him, brows knitting together as you tried to piece together what was happening, and with a shaky right hand, he reached out, the back of it grazing your forehead. the touch sparked every nerve like heâd pressed some kind of switch. you felt your body respond, like a door had been opened. your pheromones, now more potent, more concentrated, leaked into every corner until they were all drowning in it. his eyes darkened, suddenly feeling a bit bolder that you weren't pushing him away. the sounds, the voices, the shuffling around you as they all reelâthey might as well have been miles away because none of it existed in that moment. he was drinking in every second of it, like heâd been waiting for you to look at him like this, and his touch lingered, making you chase it, leaning in just to keep him close.
âsheâs burning up,â he murmured, his fingers trembling as he brushed a few stray strands from your face, taking his time, moving slow, like he wasnât even sure he should be touching you like this. when he tucked your hair behind your ear, you melt into his hand, sighing, your eyes fluttering shut, letting yourself just sink into the warmth of his fingers.
you felt a spark, that flicker of boldness that urged your tongue to flick over his finger, shy but intentional yet never breaking eye contact, like you were testing him, testing yourself. his teeth sank into his bottom lip, fighting back a groan, eyes locked on you like you were a damn fever dream come to life. the pure, unapologetic want, it made him shudder. he let out a rough sigh, his cock twitching painfully as his hand from your check now moved, fingers threading into your hair, sliding right to the nape of your neck his fingertips pressing just enough to send a tingle down your spine. he started rubbing circles into your scalp, slow and maddeningly gentle, but his eyes were anything butâthey were dark, intense, that kind of look that made your pussy even wetter.
with a slow, almost teasing tug, he pulled your head back, his grip firmer, making you gasp and let out this small whimper. âyeah?â he murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he knew exactly what he was doing, and fuck, he loved the effect he had.
âoh, you like that, huh?â his fingers tightened just a notch, and your lips trembled, barely managing a soft, shaky âyesââ before jay came crashing in, practically stumbling over his own damn feet as he shoved a glass of water between you.
âhere, drink,â he muttered, clearly unaware heâd just bulldozed over whatever the hell was happening between you.
jay crouched down, pressing the glass to your lips, and you latched onto it, gulping desperately. water spilled down your chin, trickling along your neck, but you couldnât care lessâgripping his wrist like it was the only damn thing keeping you upright. you squeezed your eyes shut, drinking like youâd been dying of thirst, not realizing how much you needed it.
when you finally finished, he straightened up, and as your eyes fluttered open, relief and a strange gratitude flooded through you. âthanks,â you managed, voice barely above a whisper, but as you met his eyes, you felt your stomach drop.
jayâs stare was dark as hell, like he was mentally stripping you down and fucking you in his head. his gaze dropped, and you felt your stomach twist as you realized what he was zeroing in on. your nipples, hard and pushing through the thin fabric of your tank top, on full display.
your eyes widened, heat flooding your face. but when you looked back at him, he didnât even pretend to be subtleâno shame, no hesitation, just raw, unfiltered hunger written all over his face. your heart raced, and you forced yourself to look away, snapping your gaze straight ahead, trying to find some kind of escape from whatever the hell was happening.
but then you saw itâright in front of you, his cock, hard as fuck, straining against his pajamas like it was ready to tear right through. if you inched even a fraction closer, youâd be able toâŚyou licked your lips, the thought sending a pulse of heat through your whole body. your thighs clenched instinctively, and he noticedâcould see in his eyes that he saw the effect he had on you, and he was loving every second of it.
his fingers gripped the empty glass so hard you heard the faintest crack holding back from whatever wild, impulsive thought had just blazed through his mind. he let out a tight, shaky exhale through his nose, jaw clenching, and somehow found it in him to pull away, heading back to the kitchen. but even as he walked away, you couldn't fucking relax.
the tension in the room so thick, it was like trying to breathe through cement. the water helped, if only a little, just enough to realize exactly what had gone downâhow soaked you were from sunooâs touch, the way your whole body had reacted, and now, with the fog clearing, you could see them all scattered around. chests heaving, expressions tight and their hard-ons werenât exactly hiding, either, all tented up under the thin pajamas.
sunghoon was off to your right, back pressed against the edge of the sofa as he sat on the mattress on the floor. heâd chosen to stay down there, clearly putting some distance between you, his gaze unfocused, fixed somewhere off to the side, forcing himself to stay calm. then jake, lying just a foot from your feet, flat on his back, pillow smashed over his face as he clutched it for dear life, clearly trying to keep himself in checkâbut even that couldnât hide the raging boner pressing through his pants, practically begging to be noticed.
jungwon groaned, head tipping back, and that sound tore your attention away from jake instantly. there he was, in the middle of the room, leaning back on his palms, legs crossed, looking like he was barely holding himself together.
when he straightened up, his eyes locking onto yours with a stare so sharp and fucking intense, you flinched. your pulse spiking under that gaze, every nerve lit up and on edge. the silence was deafening, so heavy you could practically feel it suffocating you, making it impossible to think past your scorching heat.
alpha, you force yourself to look away, trying to shake off the omega inside you, screaming for relief until your gaze landed on niki and jay sprawled out on the couch, both looking infuriatingly calm, legs spread wide, like they had all the time in the world to watch you crumble.
you managed to look away, but it didnât help. your gaze landed on niki and jay on the couch, leaning back relaxed, legs spread outâniki with a glass of water pressed to his lips, watching, while jay just sat there, elbow on another couch's armrest, hands clasped over his mouth, rubbing at his jaw in this lazy, drawn-out way.
their stares burned into you, making you squirm in your seat, and thatâs when you felt it. you cringed at the sticky sensation between your thighs and there it wasâa dark, wet spot spread across your shorts and onto the couch. âshit,â you muttered, barely able to believe the state you were inâit looked like you pissed yourself.
your heart and body were at each otherâs throats, a brutal clash of shame and pure, primal need. the embarrassment twisted your gut, the humiliation of them seeing you like thisâdesperate and fucking leaking. yet, underneath that shame, the hunger burned like wildfire. you needed themâalphas. your whole body was screaming for it, every ounce of reason obliterated by that raw, gnawing desire.
you mumbled incoherently, the words slipping out before you could even process them, every thought battling against that relentless instinct, âno⌠iââ you choked, barely holding it together. âiâmâfuck.â your mind couldnât string a damn thought together; it was all slipping, your face betraying the struggle, the war between want and horror clear as day.
your gaze flicked over each of them, eyes filling with that undeniable hunger, only to fall back into shame, horror twisting through you as you realized how fucked-up this all was. tears burned at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as another fierce, agonizing throb pulsed through you, wrenching a raw, desperate cry from deep in your throat.
the need clawing at you so hard you thought it might tear you apart. you tried to cling to the rules, the boundaries youâd fought so hard to keep, forcing yourself to remember why you had to hold back, why you couldnât give in. your father, everything that would be on the line if you lost controlâit shouldâve been enough.
but it wasnât.
you needed them. fuck, you needed them so bad it was painful, each second making it harder to hold onto any control, barely able to breathe. another strangled, broken cry tore out of you felt yourself completely shatter, seeing white spots, your head dropping, nothing but a numbing pain in your head.
your heat had completely taken over, burning you up from the inside, blurring everything around you until nothing else fucking mattered. every single one of them was staring, those gazes pinning you down, making you feel stripped bare, more desperate by the second, like there wasnât a single barrier left to hold onto.
you squeezed your eyes shut, head falling back against the couch as a shaky, breathless gasp slipped out. the relentless, throbbing ache between your legs drove your hips forward, your back arching as your legs spread wide, exposing just how fucking far gone you were. a desperate, needy whimper escaped your lips, like you were calling them to look, to see the filthy mess youâd made of yourself, practically begging without words, offering everything.
your face said it allânothing but raw, unfiltered want, pure fucking need written all over you. every tremor, every heavy breath, showed that youâd given in, that youâd let them do whatever the hell they wanted without a second thought.
your toes curled against the mattress, another wave of hot-as-fuck heat slamming through you, ripping a gasp from your throat, your vision going blinding white. a raw, guttural groan tore out of you, the burn eating you alive from the inside out. "fuck, itâs hot," you panted, barely getting the words out.
you looked around at them, eyes flicking between each one, desperate, damn near trembling, but the looks on their facesâlike they were about to pass out from fighting it offâtold you they knew exactly how much danger they were in, what kind of risks they'd be taking. your gaze finally landed on sunoo, leaning back like he had all the time in the world, elbow propped up on the couch, hand against his cheek, smirking.
"sunoo," you croaked, voice thin and needy, head drooping as that dizzy heat climbed up, making your mind swim in some fucked-up haze. "it hurts," you barely choked out, throat tight like youâd swallowed gravel. you had to scrape together whatever shred of dignity you had left just to raise your eyes back to him, voice barely a whisper, "help."
that one little word shattered jake. he rolled over, face buried in the pillow, muttering a pissed-off, muffled âfuck,â grinding his rock-hard dick into the mattress like thatâd actually help anything. but your scent was everywhere, thick, dizzying, making his head spin so bad he couldnât stand it. finally, he pushed himself up on his elbows, all fight drained out of him, staring at you like he was one second away from losing his goddamn mind.
every drop of blood in his body surged south as his eyes locked on the wet spot between your thighs, his mouth going bone-dry. he swallowed, dragging himself over, his hand trailing up your ankle, and you flinched, letting out a little squeak that mightâve been cute if he wasnât already so gone.
he kept his head low, like he was trying to play it cool, but his hands were shaking, practically vibrating. fuck, he couldnât help itâhe wanted to bury his face right there, needed it like a junkie looking for a fix.
âjake,â heeseungâs voice cut in, low and warning, coming from right behind you. it took you a second to realize heâd been right behind you this whole time, watching everything, just barely out of your line of sightâheâd seen everything. you couldnât help but wonder what kind of look he had on his face now.
jake let out a low, irritated grunt, clearly not planning to back down. "but she smells so fucking good," he shuddered, both hands sliding from your ankles up to your thighs, the sensation making your hips roll. feeling a bit bold, you spread your legs for him, desperate for him to touch you where you wanted him to.
seeing how much you'd leaked for them made him groan, "oh, fuck," his voice barely holding steady. his grip dug deeper into your thighs, dragging out a choked gasp, and the moment you whimpered, "jake, please," you thought for sure he'd dive right in.
instead of going where you thought heâd go, jakeâs head dropped down, his face pressing right into the soaked spot youâd left on the cushion. he inhaled deeply, like a man starved, groaning as his eyes rolled back, looking completely fucking gone on you.
he didnât just stop thereâhe pressed his mouth to the damp spot, licking it up with a filthy, shameless moan, sucking on the fabric like heâd lost all sense of control. âmhm, fuck⌠oh, fuck⌠shit, i can taste your pussy,â he muttered, voice muffled against the cushion, âso fucking good.â
the sounds he madeâwet, obscene, downright dirtyâhad a low, desperate moan slipping out of you. you couldnât stop yourself, your hips rolling up as you matched his moans, feeding off his raw desperation. every rough inhale, every filthy lick sent another shiver through you, soft, breathy whimpers escaping like you were both spiraling down, locked in that hazy, needy loop.
he growled into the cushion, voice dark and hoarse, âfuck, keep moaning like that, just keep doing that for me,â and you couldnât help it, matching every damn sound he made, his mouth glued to the cushion like he was getting high off it, like heâd fucking die if he stopped.
heat had pooled low in your stomach, every inch of you throbbing, dripping, and jake was clearly aware of every last drop. his head snapped up, his breath hitching, eyes wide, pupils dark and blown with lust. âfuck⌠your pussy just keeps leaking,â he groaned, voice a raw mess.
âi can smell itâfuck, i can smell all of you,â he whimpered, his tongue slipping out as he panted, his gaze locked on you. âplease⌠lemme touch myself,â he choked out, voice barely holding together. âplease, wanna cum just from smelling you, from having your pussy right here.â
his whole body trembled, words coming out in a desperate, messy rush. âi wonât put it in, i swear⌠fuck, just let me⌠get off to your perfect fucking pussy,â heâd panted, glassy-eyed, his hips bucking up into nothing. you nod, whispering an âokay,â but heeseungâs voice cut through the haze.
âjake, thatâs enough. stop.â his gaze locked on jake, a warning that was impossible to ignore, his tone dripping with authority, like he knows very damn well how things would go past the point of no return if this kept up.
jake snarled, downright furious at being told to stop, the fucking audacity of it clear in his glare as he shot daggers at heeseung.
âare you fucking serious?â he muttered under his breath, cursing every inch of ground heeseung was holding. even as he begrudgingly started to pull back, his whole body was tense, practically vibrating with the effort to hold himself back.
the second you felt him start to pull away, you lunged forward, a desperate, pissed-off âno!â slipping out as you hooked your arms around his neck, panting, âi donât want him to stop... and it's not enough.â
without waiting for an answer, you tugged him back down, pressing his face hard against your soaked pussy, ignoring heeseungâs command completely, practically begging for it as you held him there.
jake needed no more convincing. with a muffled groan, he buried himself right back in, his mouth finding your clit through the fabric, flicking his tongue over it like he was making up for lost time.
âitâs okay,â you whispered, voice thick with need, and his eyes snapped up, a wicked gleam in them as you murmured, âjust⌠donât take off my panties.â
his eyes flashed with gratitude, like that was a damn blessing. âfuck yes,â he breathed, voice rough as he muttered a hasty, âthank you,â his hand sliding down, eager, finally wrapping around his cock.
he didnât even try to hide his relief, his whole-body trembling like heâd been waiting for this forever. you couldnât see exactly how hard he was from your angle, but the rough, slick sounds of him jerking himself off told you enough.
he let out a sharp, strangled yelp as he pumped himself faster, not holding back. his tongue flicking your clothed clit, hard enough to have your back arching off the couch. his mouth working you like he was hooked on it, and that stopping now would be his own personal hell.
jake groaned, his mouth forming a perfect âoâ as he nuzzled deeper, practically huffing your scent like it was his own personal brand of fucking ecstasy. his words spilled out, raw and barely coherent, âiâi can't help it, fuck⌠your scent is fucking everything, makes me so hard,â his voice desperate as he mumbled, âsmells so fucking good, so fucking perfect.â
âdonât stop, it feels so good,â you whimpered, a high, desperate moan escaping as his mouth pressed into you, sucking hard on your soaked shorts, though by now it was probably full of his saliva, your legs shook, head falling back, eyes rolling back in pure need as he devoured you without mercy.
he rocked his tongue against you in slow, teasing kitten licks, making you roll your hips against his mouth, matching his rhythm as he kept pumping himself. each muffled moan from him sent vibrations through you, amplifying the pressure, his eyes glued to yours as he imagined fucking you, the image so vivid that a high-pitched moan ripped out of him, loud and desperate.
god, you were shakingâyour body trembling so hard he looked damn near smug. he fucking loved it, loved seeing you wrecked beneath him, his chin slick with spit as he finally pulled back, breathless but grinning like the devil himself.
âyou said as long as the panties stayed on, right?â his fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging, like he was dying to pull them down but playing on that technicality.
you were so lost in the sensation, head thrown back, vision blurring with spots, that when you looked up, your gaze locked with heeseungâs. his smoldering stare sent a cold shiver down your spine, dark, intense, and hungry. even from this angle, he was practically swallowing you whole.
ây/n, youâre not fucking thinking straight,â jayâs voice cut through the haze, rough and uncertain, as he shifted forward from the other couch, clearly torn between holding himself back and throwing himself into the mix.
the way youâd lifted your hips, practically offering yourself to jake, had him thinking maybeâjust maybeâyouâd let him do something heâd been dying to do.
but jayâs words barely even registered, all you heard was the pounding in your head, all you felt was jake, and your eyes stayed locked on heeseungâs, who looked like he was one moan away from snapping.
his chest heaved, lips parted as he watched you with that razor-edge stare, his pupils blown. you could see his adamâs apple bob as he swallowed hard before growling, âyouâre breaking the rules, omega.â like he was fighting his own damn instincts. âthis shit stops now before it gets any worse.â
you wanted to snap back, but words escaped you, your body still shaking, mind fried by the way jake worshipped you, licking along the edge of your panties, his tongue dragging over the bare skin where your arousal had trailed down, his hot breath making you squeal.
a flicker of a filthy smile tugged at your lips, which only made heeseungâs cock twitch in response. oh, that look on your face was pure, calculated defiance.
but you werenât backing downânot with jake making you feel so fucking good, not with every nerve in your body lit up, craving them even more. craving more alphas. craving your alphas.
âtouch me, alpha. please.â you whisper, pleading, breath hitching as jakeâs mouth drove you further, putting every ounce of energy into making sure your pussy was swollen by the time he was done.
the couch creaked under heeseungâs grip, his fingers digging in so hard you half expected it to splinter. he took a sharp breath through his nose, clearly fighting the urge to roll his eyes at the audacity of it all.
you, looking up at him with those needy eyes, fucking begging, was something heâd only ever dared to imagine. and here it was, right in front of him, sounding so much better, so much filthier than anything heâd conjured up in his head.
âitâs not breaking the rules if you donât fuck me,â you gasped, every word coming out between heavy, desperate breaths, like you didnât give a damn about the consequences, only the way he was looking at you.
heeseungâs nostrils flared, his gaze snapping to jake, still kneeling on the mattress, nestled between your thighs like heâd found his own personal heaven.
jake dragged his tongue in a slow, filthy stripe from your soaked panties all the way up the back of your thigh, savoring every inch, and then straightened on his knees. his cock hit the edge of the couch as he rose, grinding against it in a needy, helpless motion as his mouth worked its way up to the curve behind your knee, clearly just as gone as you were.
when his tongue reached the sensitive curve behind your knee, he shot heeseung a lookâhis gaze was pure fire, an unspoken donât even think about interrupting, and heeseungâs lips twitched, barely holding back his amusement as he caught the silent claim.
heeseungâs gaze narrowed, but he held back, that slight, cocky smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he let jake have his moment. jake had let your legs dangle back over the couch, spread wide, exactly the way it was the first time you offered yourself to him.
heeseung just stepped back, his hands easing off the backrest, sending knowing looks to the other alphas around you as if silently giving them the go-ahead.
and it was sunghoon who moved first. not even bothered to glance at heeseung, his eyes were locked onto you, his focus unshakable. his footsteps padded softly across the room, and your breath hitched as you felt the sofa sink slightly on your right. your eyes snapped open, and there he was, sunghoon, sliding down onto one knee beside you, his gaze intense, like he didnât give a damn about the other alphas circling youâhe was here for you.
the couch creaked as he leaned closer, his slender fingers trailed up the length of your arm, leaving a searing path that made you shiver. by the time he reached the curve of your neck, your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as a shudder ran through you under his touch.
meanwhile, jake was in his own little world, half-mumbling, half-gasping, âfuck⌠fuck, i think iâm gonna cum,â he choked out, sounding like he was a breath away from completely losing it. âgonna cum because of you, âcause of your fucking pussy⌠oh god,â his voice shook, his hand working faster, his face a mess of need and sheer desperation.
sunghoonâs head dipped, his nose brushing over your shoulder as he inhaled your scent, a low rumble vibrating from his chest. when his nose caught on your strap, he used it to pull the fabric down, exposing your bare shoulder.
he traced along your collarbone, his lips stopping right above your pulsing gland, and you could feel his restraint thinning. his breath grew hotter against your skin, tickling your neck as his hand came up to cup your cheek, turning your face to him, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes, dark and intense.
âsunghoon,â you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, but he was already leaning in, his gaze tracing every inch of your face. his thumb swiped across your lips, his own voice low, intimate, almost possessive.
"can i kiss you?"
god, he smelled amazingâorchid and sensual musk invaded your senses, turning your brain to mush. you were about to answer a 'yes' but the sound barely made it out before he crashed his mouth against yours, all that âpatient sunghoonâ gone to hell.
his tongue dragged along your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth, hot, sloppy, claiming every inch of you with each flick. saliva dripped down your chin as his tongue tangled with yours, and each breathy, muffled moan was swallowed, his touch setting every inch of you on fire.
the wet, filthy sound of your kiss filled the room, his mouth covering yours like he was starving. you could barely breathe, your whole body responding to him, your pussy clenching at the intensity.
jake saw it, tooâthe subtle twitch of your soaked panties, and it damn near drove him insane. he looked up, eyes darkening when he saw sunghoon devouring you, and he let out a loud, choked moan against your pussy, the vibration making your hips buck.
jake was a mess, muttering half-intelligible curses, his voice a wrecked jumble of sounds. âfuck⌠fuck, you're so hot, i wannaââ he gasped out, breath coming in sharp pants, his whole-body twitching like he was barely holding on.
âgonna cum just from your pussy⌠youâre doing this to me⌠oh god,â he whined, his voice barely holding it together, all shaky and desperate, as his hand pumped faster, any shred of self-control long gone. he looked up at you, completely fucking wreckedâhair a mess from how many times youâd yanked on it, his pajamas sticking to his skin, nearly translucent from how drenched in sweat he was. he looked like heâd been through hell and was ready to thank you for it, mouth hanging open, gasping like every breath was a battle.
âshit, hoon. keep doing that,â jake muttered, voice shaky as he grazed his teeth lightly into your thigh, like he was trying to mark you, too, before dropping his head, his nose pressing right against your clit, whimpering. rocking into his fist like a puppy in heat.
âsheâs getting so fucking wet,â jake huffed, voice garbled as his hips bucked into his hand, the slick sounds growing louder, every garbled âyes, yesâ tumbling out as his balls slapped against his palm.
completely transfixed by the way your body responded to sunghoonâs kiss, he let out another desperate groan, practically ripping his pants down to his knees, his cock springing free, hard and slick with precum.
heeseung shifted behind you, his presence wrapping around you like a second skin, and your stomach twisted in anticipation, pulse pounding as he leaned in, slotting himself between the make out session with hoon.
his hot breath against your neck as he ran his tongue along your earlobe. you jerked, a shiver running through you, breaking the kiss with sunghoon as he pulled back slightly, his lips lingering, gaze locked onto yours, completely entranced.
âare we making you feel good?â heeseungâs voice was low, teasing in your ear, like he didnât already know the answer. his smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he glanced over at sunghoon, who hadnât taken his eyes off you, fingers drifting from your cheek, trailing down between your breasts. the touch made you arch your back, a gasp slipping out as the overstimulation tore through you, and heeseung just chuckled, amused.
but sunghoon didnât even spare heeseung a glance; he was fully fixated on you, his mouth crashing back against yours, hungrier than ever after watching you melt under his touch. his tongue swirled around yours, fingers teasing your nipple lightly, pulling a moan from you, and the second you made that sound, he pressed his hard cock against your thigh.
the heat and thickness of him was clear through his pajama pants, grinding up against you, his large hands squeezing your tits firmly, letting out a low, almost animalistic growl into your mouth. his restraint was barely hanging on, his hands trembling with the urge to just rip your shirt off and suck your nipples.
you pulled back slightly from sunghoon, a string of saliva connecting your lips, and you swore you heard him grunt, almost in protest. before you could process the heated gaze he was giving you, another hand snaked around to the nape of your neck. fingers threaded through your hair, giving it a firm tug that had you groaning, and when you turned, you found sunoo, a flicker of a smirk playing on his lips.
his eyes were locked onto the way your jaw went slack, body quivering under all the touches, your hazy, hooded gaze meeting his as you gasped, pitch rising with every touch.
âyou never answered the question,â sunoo chuckled, letting the confusion settle on your face for a second before he leaned in close, whispering sweetly into your ear, his voice as smooth as honey but laced with wicked intent.
âare we making you feel fucking good?â he purred, his innocent tone only adding to the tension, knowing exactly what he was doing as you moaned, overwhelmed, the sound slipping out in answer to his deceptively sweet question.
you found yourself answering back, breathless and barely holding it together, âmm, y-yesâŚâ the words slipped out as sunooâs grip on your hair tightened, forcing you to look back down at jake, who was latched onto your clit, sucking like he was a man possessed.
every time he pulled on the fabric, a filthy, wet sound filled the air, and his throat rumbled like he was having the time of his life. he looked wrecked, like he was hanging on by a thread, his eyes glazed, practically short-circuiting down there.
âyeah?â sunooâs voice was hot and smug in your ear, like he found it downright hilarious that you were losing it. âyou really like this?â he sounded like he was enjoying every second of making you admit it, watching you crumble under their touch.
âyeah,â you mewled, suddenly embarrassed, squeezing your eyes shut as your voice wobbled. âmaking me feel so good, alphas,â you managed, feeling that heat rise to your cheeks.
âwe know, baby,â he coaxed, each word smooth as sin. âbut why donât you tell us just how good jakeâs making you feel?â his voice held that tone that said he knew exactly what he was doing, pulling those words right out of you.
jake looked up, catching your eyes, clearly loving the attention as he slowly lifted himself from between your legs, ready to hear whatever you were about to say.
and thatâs when you got a real look at himâhis cock, flushed and leaking, practically dripping with every needy stroke. veins were popping out along his arms, and his throat was rough from all the hoarse moans heâd been making. his cock bobbed with each pump, tip flushed pink, aimed right at you. you could tell by the look on his face that he was in another world, where he was fucking you senseless.
âoh god,â you gasped, barely able to handle it, eyes wide. âjake,â you whimpered, âiâi love it, fuck, you make me and my pussy feel so good.â
every word out of your mouth seemed to push him further over the edge. practically drooling as he choked out a broken, âfuck, yeah, i do,â his voice coming out in a tangled mess of need. his hand pumped harder over his cock, mumbling nonsense. âgod, that pussy⌠iâll do anything for that pussy, fuck,â he babbled, half-gone, just saying whatever the hell popped into his head.
sunooâs gaze burned into you, his jaw clenched, and he looked about ready to combust. his cock twitched in his pants for what felt like the hundredth time today, every reaction you made engraving itself into his memory. the way you thrashed and moaned at jakeâs words?
yeah, that was doing a number on him, too. overstimulated didnât even begin to cover it, you were making sounds so high-pitched, so obviously wrecked, that sunoo had to bite back a curse. fucking perfect. he mouthed the word, like he was branding it.
even sunghoon, who had been holding it together, found himself palming his cock through his pants, gaze zeroed in on your face, his breaths coming heavier with every gasp you let out. he leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, heated line up your neck, and he groaned low, his voice pure gravel. when you squeaked, he didnât hesitate, crashing his mouth against yours, completely ignoring the concept of subtlety.
he went right for it, fucking his tongue against yours like he was in a race. you tried to pull back for air, whining, but he just followed, not letting you escape for a second. his hand wrapped gently around your throat, keeping you in place with that maddeningly confident grip, tilting your head just so, while sunooâs fingers slid through your hair, making sure you werenât going anywhere.
sunoo had to practically glue his fingers to keep from gripping tighter, his hand itching to hear a filthy, breathless moan rip out of you, imagining you falling apart just for him.
his little daydream, though, was cut short by heeseung, who leaned in close, voice a rough whisper in your ear, âthis is what you could have,â like he was spelling it out for you with every breath, making damn sure you felt it.
you tried to answer, but sunghoon was having none of it, mouth devouring every word, every sound, like he was staking his own claim right there.
finally fed up, sunoo leaned in, unable to stand on the sidelines a second longer, pressing a hot, sloppy kiss along your jaw, inching up till his tongue flicked over to your ear, letting you know he wasnât about to stay out of the fun.
heeseung, practically growling in your other ear, sounded like he wanted to make sure you don't forget how good they can make you feel. âjust give in to us,â he muttered, and there was no mistaking the intensity, he was dead serious.
âweâll never do anything you donât want,â heeseung murmured, his voice dipping into a sweet, seductive torture. you hadnât even realized your eyes were shut, losing yourself in the mess of sensations they were pushing you into. you could practically see it allâtheir breaths hot on your skin, every touch leaving a brand, that you were theirs, and each whisper making it harder to remember where you were.
you started shaking, feeling that orgasm building, and jake could fucking sense it. they were relentless, crowding you like they were intent on suffocating youâin the best possible way. you were addicted to the feeling of sunghoonâs mouth on yours, so lost in the kiss that you grew bolder, tugging on his bottom lip, biting it just enough to make him groan. when he poked his tongue out, you didnât hold back, sucking on it, making him moan huskily. jake? he absolutely lost it. watching you suck on sunghoonâs tongue, hearing you slurping his tongue, he was practically drooling. he poked his own tongue out as if he wanted his turn, looking absolutely wrecked with his throat raw and his knees digging into the mattress, burning from holding his weight.
his dick was throbbing, almost painfully, and he knew his orgasm was going to take him out. he couldnât hold himself up anymore, doubling over, pressing his face against your pantiesânow soaked and carrying the scent of his spitâand he rubbed his face against you with a frantic, desperate need, wheezing as his own release finally crashed over him, intense and earth-shattering. his body convulsed, every muscle trembling as he let that euphoric wave hit him.
he let out the loudest, most broken moan, sounding like he was on the edge of tears, dragging it out, his cock slamming against the edge of the couch as he rubbed into it, imagining he was buried deep inside you. his volume had both you and sunghoon pulling away, momentarily stunned by how damn loud he was. thick spurts of cum decorated the mattress in messy splashes, each one making him shudder, his body jerking with every pulse, letting out a string of harsh, broken grunts.
even as he came, he didnât look away from you. his eyes stayed locked on yours, fixed in that raw, desperate stare, not even when sunghoon had his tongue down your throat. it was like he needed you to see every raw, unrestrained second of him falling apart, needing you to feel just how much he wanted you, every inch of him laid bare.
jakeâs face was flushed, his knees throbbing red-hot from the brutal time heâd spent kneeling there, but none of it mattered. he was supposed to be the alpha in control, but right now? he looked utterly wrecked, having just gone through one of the most intense orgasms of his lifeâall from your scent alone.
under normal circumstances, theyâd be all over him with teasing, giving him endless shit for falling apart like that, but this time, they just watched in silent understanding. they knew exactly what it felt like to be at the mercy of the effect you had on them. any one of them in his place wouldâve ended up just as ruined, just as desperate.
jakeâs body finally gave out, and he collapsed face-down onto the mattress with a heavy thud, utterly spent. his chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, a faint sheen of sweat glistening in the low light. sprawled out, limbs loose and useless, he looked completely blissed-out, his cheek pressed against the fabric, eyes half-lidded, lost in the afterglow.
the room was thick with the aftermath, everyone feeling the weight of it, and as jake lay there, still shuddering from the intensity, his soft, broken whimpers were the only sound, muffled against the mattress. heâd given everything, left it all there, and the way he just lay there, barely able to move, was proof enough that heâd been pushed beyond his limit.
but you? your orgasm never hit, and it hurts. literally. breath coming in short gasps as you watched jake sprawled out on the mattress, knocked out cold.
you scanned the room, silence thick and suffocating as three pairs of alpha eyes watched you, expressions unreadable, while sunghoon and sunoo released their hold on you, giving you space to breatheâthough it didnât do much for the blazing ache in your core. the intensity of it only reminded you that, despite everything, your heat was still roaring, and you hadnât even gotten close to satisfaction.
then it hit you. the sinking realization that you'd let things go too far, completely ignoring the damn rules, caving to your desires. you barely muttered, âi fucked up,â scrambling off the couch, legs weak and trembling as you tried to stand, almost toppling over. âi shouldâve stayed away,â you mumbled, mostly to yourself, as if that was going to do anything to calm your need for an alpha.
ây/n!â sunghoonâs voice was sharp, almost making you stumble again, the mere sound of his voice sending another jolt down to where you were still aching, and every nerve in your body betrayed you, urging you to turn back and let them finish what you started.
but you pushed forward, not even daring to look at niki, jay, or jungwon as you rushed past them, cheeks burning from the sheer mess of spit and slick you were covered in. god, you felt like youâd walked out of some x-rated romcom gone way too far.
jungwonâs gaze followed you, noticing the unsteady wobble in your steps. he knew your door wellâthe weight of that damn thing was intimidating, and he could already picture you struggling to close it behind you. âshit, sheâll be too weak to even shut her door,â he mumbled to himself, striding after you.
truthfully, heâd only planned to help you close it, nothing more. but as he saw you slipping closer and closer to disappearing through that heavy metal door, a flash of dread shot through him. the thought of it locking you away, shutting you out, sent a pang of panic through his chest, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back against him, chest pressing flush against your back.
that familiar, cinnamon scent surrounded you, grounding you, only making you realize who it was: jungwon.
you felt his heartbeat pounding against you, fast and strong, as he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply like he was savoring every second. his grip tightened, his breath getting hotter as his hard-on pressed insistently against the back of your thigh.
you heard jungwon start to say something, but the words got caught in his throat, cut short as you were suddenly pulled away from him. before you even had a second to process, heeseungâs hand was firmly on your arm, guiding you to your door. before you knew it, a gentle push sent you stumbling forward.
the coldness of the room felt surreal against your heated skin, and as you blinked in surprise, the metal door behind you slammed shut, the sound echoing.
the silence was thick, deafening, the weight of the locked door settling over you like a shock.
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