#and so i get up with a bit of haste and walk off. as i go to cross the road to get home the cop pulls over and talks to me

[yungistiny]

man on fire ═ chapter four

[ J. Yunho ]

chapter four: I just want you

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summary: yunho was hongjoong’s right hand man, his best dealer, his best racer, last thing yunho needed was to get distracted by a cop’s daughter

warning: possessive yunho, weed dealer yunho, stoner yunho, street racer yunho, corruption kink, size kink, use of drugs, dom yunho/sub reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, spanking, biting, yunho is hung, public sex, car sex

pairing: yunho x afab/reader

genre: smut, drama, angst, romance

word count: 7.1k

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The smell of motor oil still lingered faintly on Seonghwa’s hoodie as he stepped into the apartment, closing the door quietly behind him. The sun was barely up, casting a soft blue hue across the living room as it filtered through the blinds. He toed off his boots, still warm from the drive back, and stretched his arms overhead, muscles loose and pleasantly sore from a long night with Hongjoong.

Seonghwa smirked to himself, fingers brushing over a faint scratch on his hip as he made his way down the hall, the faint echo of his footsteps barely making a sound on the hardwood floor.

He stopped outside y/n bedroom, something catching his attention. It wasn’t the usual quiet that greeted him in the mornings. The door was cracked open just enough for him to see inside.

He tilted his head, his lips curling into a grin as he stepped closer, just enough to peek in.

Yunho was sprawled across y/n bed, shirtless, the rest of his body covered from the waist down by tangled sheets, and snoring softly, his head nestled against her pillow, his arm thrown possessively around her waist, pulling her just as equally naked body toward him.

Y/N was tangled in him, their bodies barely separated, her hair a wild mess and her lips swollen, still carrying the remnants of the night before. There was a faint mark on her collarbone, looking like it had been made in haste.

Seonghwa’s smirk widened. The sight was enough to make anyone laugh, or at least feel a little bit smug. He stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, well, well…” he teased, his voice barely above a whisper so as not to disturb the pair.

Y/N stirred, a soft groan escaping her lips as her eyes flickered open. The moment she registered best friend’s presence, her eyes widened in horror. She groaned louder, trying to bury her face into Yunho’s chest as if he could shield her. “You’re home early.”

“Not my fault you two can’t keep your hands off each other. Honestly, you two might want to work on your stealth skills.” He stepped closer to the bed, glancing at the messy sheets. “What’s with the handprint on your ass? Not exactly a subtle way to start the day.”

Y/N’s face went red, and she yanked the blanket up over her shoulder, trying to shield herself from Seonghwa’s teasing. “Shut up.”

Seonghwa’s grin only grew wider, eyes scanning the pair. “Just saying, if you were gonna go back for seconds, you could’ve at least warned me. I nearly had a heart attack walking in on you two.”

Y/N grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it at Seonghwa in frustration, groaning in defeat. She was half annoyed, half embarrassed, but mostly resigned. Her eyes flickered down to Yunho, still passed out beside her, his chest rising and falling with each slow, deep breath. There was a soft tenderness to the way he slept, his arm protectively holding her against him even in his unconscious state.

She brushed a few strands of hair from his face, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Her voice softened, more serious now. “He’s racing Han on Friday night.”

Seonghwa froze, blinking in disbelief. “Again?”

“Yep,” Y/N said, her voice firm but carrying an edge of uncertainty.

Seonghwa whistled low, his eyes widening. “Damn, that’s one way to make a point.”

Y/N didn’t say anything in response, just stared down at Yunho, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his jaw. The decision was already made, and there was no going back now. “I’m riding with him.”

Seonghwa’s jaw dropped slightly, his eyes darting from y/n to Yunho, then back to her. The surprise in his gaze was unmistakable. “You’re getting in the car with Yunho? During a race?”

Y/N nodded, biting her lip as her nerves stirred. “I want Han to see it. I want him to know what he’s lost.” Her voice had a sharp edge to it now, a mixture of determination and something else, something raw and unspoken.

Seonghwa’s expression softened for a moment, his teasing smile replaced by a more thoughtful look. He glanced back at Yunho, who was still deep in his sleep, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

Seonghwa let out a low whistle under his breath, eyes flickering between them again before he leaned in slightly closer to y/n. “Shit,” he muttered, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “You’ve really got it bad, huh?”

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The apartment was finally cool again, and it was glorious. The power back on after the storm knocked half the city out, the air conditioning was on full blast, flooding the rooms with crisp, dry air that raised goosebumps on y/n skin the moment she slid out from under the covers.

She tugged on an old oversized hoodie from her closet and padded barefoot into the kitchen. The hardwood floor was cold beneath her toes, but it was a welcome chill. She felt hazy, still a little sore in that good, satisfied way, but more than anything, she was hungry.

Seonghwa was already there, leaning against the kitchen counter with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. His damp hair clung slightly to his temples, a sign of a quick rinse off after his night with Hongjoong. He looked freshly showered and annoyingly smug, wearing loose joggers and one of his cropped tanks, the waistband of his boxers just visible as he shifted his weight.

“You want anything?” he asked without looking up, thumb scrolling through a breakfast menu. “I’m thinking pancakes. Or maybe that greasy egg sandwich that makes me question my life choices.”

“Both,” Y/N mumbled, dragging herself to the barstool beside him. “And iced coffee. I need something sweet to recover.”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, finally looking up from his phone. “Recovery food? Damn, what did he do to you?” He teased, craving details.

Y/N made a face at him and stole his coffee mug, taking a long sip. “You know what, never mind. I’m not telling you anything.”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” he said with a smirk. “The handprint on your ass and the hickey on your neck already told me enough. Should’ve worn armor.”

Y/N groaned, resting her head on the counter. “You’re the worst.”

“Tragically, I’m also the one paying for breakfast. So you’re stuck with me.”

He placed the order, slapping his phone face down on the counter with a victorious grin. “Fifteen minutes, and then we feast like emotionally damaged royalty.”

They sat in easy silence for a moment, the quiet hum of the A/C and the faint buzz of the fridge filling the space with a calming, domestic rhythm. Y/N wrapped her arms around herself, relishing the way the cool air made her hoodie feel extra cozy.

Then came the sound of soft, heavy footsteps from the hallway. Y/N turned just in time to see Yunho shuffle in, half awake and entirely disheveled. His hair was a mess, flattened on one side and sticking up on the other. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just the sweatpants y/n had given him to wear the night before, slung low on his hips.

Sweatpants that were very clearly not his.

Seonghwa caught them immediately. His gaze narrowed as he sipped from his coffee. “Are those… mine?”

Yunho blinked blearily, pausing halfway, blinking at Seonghwa. “Huh?”

Seonghwa gestured lazily. “My sweatpants. You wearing them?”

Yunho glanced down, tugging slightly at the waistband. “Oh. Yeah. I guess.”

“Right,” Seonghwa said slowly. “Are you wearing anything under them?”

Yunho yawned, not even bothering to lie. “Nope.”

There was a pause. A long, judgmental pause.

“Cool,” Seonghwa said, sipping his coffee again. “You can keep them. I don’t want ‘em back.”

Yunho only smirked, walking over to where y/n sat and collapsing into the stool beside her like he belonged there, slumping forward and resting his head on her shoulder. He pressed his nose against her neck with a low, grumbly groan.

“Why is it freezing in here?” he mumbled.

“Power’s back,” Seonghwa said with a satisfied sigh. “Air’s on. World’s healing.”

“It’s too cold,” Yunho whined, curling against y/n like she was a heated blanket. “Fix it.”

She laughed softly and wrapped an arm around his waist, tucking him closer as he melted into her side like an overgrown cat. “You’re wearing someone else’s pants. Be grateful.”

“I’d be warmer if I wasn’t wearing anything,” he grumbled.

“I beg you not to test that theory,” Seonghwa muttered, eying the two of them. For the amount of time he’s been with Hongjoong, he has never seen his boyfriend’s right hand guy so….. soft.

Once the food arrived, the kitchen filled with the heavenly smell of syrup, grease, and toasted bread. They ate mostly in content silence, Seonghwa picking his hash browns apart with meticulous precision, y/n sipping her iced coffee with both hands wrapped around the cup, and Yunho half slouched over his plate, making a dent in the pancakes like a man who hadn’t seen food in days.

Afterwards, Yunho stretched with a groan, standing from the stool and muttering something about getting dressed.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow as Yunho disappeared down the hallway. “You really gonna let him walk out of here wearing my sweatpants commando style?”

“I didn’t see you asking for them back,” Y/N said, licking syrup from her thumb.

“I’m a giver,” Seonghwa deadpanned.

A few minutes later, Yunho returned, freshly changed into his own clothes, slightly wrinkled but finally dry. His hair tousled in that perfectly chaotic way that made him look like he’d just rolled out of bed… because he had. The dried dampness of the storm was gone, but the air still carried a charged undercurrent from the night before.

Yunho stepped up to y/n, crowding her against the kitchen counter with a lazy kind of confidence. His voice was soft when he said her name, low enough that only she could really hear the meaning behind it. “You sure about Friday?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “I’m sure.”

He nodded slowly, eyes flicking between hers like he was memorizing something. Then, without another word, Yunho leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was a kiss that said he didn’t care Seonghwa was still in the room, that said he’d barely been able to keep his hands off her in the first place. His mouth moved with slow, heated intent, open, claiming, full of tongue and pressure. His hand found the side of her neck, thumb brushing her jaw as he deepened it, and y/n made a soft noise against his lips, gripping his shirt to keep from sinking into him entirely.

Seonghwa made a strangled, offended sound behind them. “Okay! I’m literally right here. Christ.”

Yunho only pulled away when he was good and ready, lips curved in a smirk as he met Seonghwa’s horrified expression. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Y/N watched him go, biting her lip, pulse still thudding in her throat as the door shut behind him.

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Yunho’s shoes hit the pavement with a steady rhythm, the cold morning air sharper now that the storm had passed and the city was shaking off its hangover. He reached the lot a few blocks from the apartment, spotting his bike waiting in the far corner like a loyal dog. Sleek. Silent. Untouched.

He swung one leg over, slid on his helmet, and turned the key in the ignition. The bike rumbled to life with that deep, satisfying growl right before red and blue lights flashed.

“Shit,” he muttered, jaw tightening. He eased the bike toward the curb and cut the engine as the cruiser rolled to a stop behind him. His fingers tapped the handlebars once, an old habit, a steady rhythm while the familiar figure stepped out of the squad car.

Detective Kim.

Of course.

Yunho pulled off his helmet with a sigh, letting his hair fall across his forehead. “Morning, Detective,” he said flatly, already digging for his license.

Kim didn’t waste time. “You’ve got a lot of nerve being on this side of town.”

“Yeah, well… I’ve got a lot of things,” Yunho replied, flashing a grin. “Charm. A killer smile. Great hair. You know, the usual.”

Kim didn’t so much as twitch. “You think this is a joke?”

“Nope,” Yunho said, popping the p. “But I think you pulling me over at eight in the morning for existing is kind of desperate.”

The detective’s lip curled slightly as he glanced over the license. “You working, Yunho?”

“On my way to the garage now. Gonna spend my morning elbow deep in engine grease. Unless you’ve got something more exciting to offer?”

Kim’s glare sharpened. “Why are you this far into the district?”

Yunho let his mouth curl into a smirk. “Spent the night with a friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

Yunho leaned back just a bit, tilting his head. “The kind who leaves marks and feeds me breakfast.”

He saw it then, just a flicker, a twitch at the corner of Kim’s mouth, like something didn’t sit right. Something familiar.

Yunho decided to push it.

“She’s got a really nice place. Warm bed. Kinda bossy. But I like that.”

Kim’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re funny?”

“I know I am.”

Kim stepped forward, his presence suddenly more intense, his shadow long against the curb. “One day, I’m going to catch you with something. You won’t be laughing then.”

Yunho’s smirk flickered but didn’t fade. He leaned closer. “You should’ve searched me today. Missed your chance.”

Because the truth was, he’d been so close to getting caught.

He didn’t even remember leaving his bag behind. Not at first. But the moment he saw y/n dad, that pit opened in his stomach. And that’s when it hit him, he left his bag in y/n and Seonghwa’s apartment.

And he was thankful as hell he did. Because inside that bag? Everything Kim needed to finally take him down.

Kim stared him down for a moment longer, as if trying to read between the lines of Yunho’s expression. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Yunho smiled lazily, sliding his helmet back on. “Wouldn’t be any fun if it were safe.”

Kim shoved the license back at him without another word.

Yunho took it, kicked the bike to life again, and sped off, leaving the detective’s cruiser behind in the rearview, his pulse still racing and a grin tugging at his lips.

He’d dodged the bullet.

Barely.

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There was a knock at the door, three sharp, deliberate thuds that made y/n freeze mid step in the hallway, heart stuttering.

Seonghwa leaned halfway out of the kitchen, a mug in his hand. “You expecting someone?”

Y/N already knew the answer. Her stomach twisted as she crept to the door and peeked through the peephole.

“Shit,” she muttered, stepping back quickly. “It’s my dad.”

Seonghwa’s eyes went wide. “Now?”

She gave a frantic nod, barely keeping her voice low. “He didn’t call. He never just drops by.”

But it was too late. Her dad stood outside, dressed in his patrol uniform with his cap tucked under one arm and his badge glinting under the hallway lights. His stance was relaxed, but Y/N knew better than to think he ever really came off duty.

She pasted on a tight smile and opened the door.

“Dad. Hey.”

He looked her over, eyes narrowing slightly. “Didn’t answer my call last night.”

“Power was out,” she replied quickly. “Didn’t charge my phone.”

He stepped inside without asking. “Saw the outage report. Figured I’d check in on my girl. Everything alright?”

“Totally fine,” she said, voice higher than usual. “Just got up.”

He glanced around the apartment as Seonghwa appeared behind her, sipping his coffee with casual ease.

“Morning, sir,” Seonghwa offered, nodding politely.

Kim gave him a once over before nodding back. “You kids stay out of trouble last night?”

Seonghwa smiled. “Always.”

Y/N swallowed thickly as her father’s gaze swept the living room and snagged for a fraction of a second near the couch. She subtly shifted, blocking his view, heart feeling as if it would bolt out of her chest when she noticed Yunho’s bag.

The same bag he showed her with every bit of evidence her dad needed to put him away.

“You want coffee?” she asked, hoping to steer him away from the bag that sat half tucked beneath the throw blanket. Her pulse spiked.

“I’ll take one,” Kim said, following her toward the kitchen.

Seonghwa moved ahead of them to start the coffee maker again while y/n did everything she could not to hyperventilate. She positioned herself by the counter, trying to keep her body between her dad and the couch.

Her dad leaned back against the counter and took off his cap, sighing. “Long night. Been patrolling the east side. You wouldn’t believe the assholes out racing during a storm.”

Y/N forced a smile. “Sounds like a mess.”

Her dad snorted. “Pulled over one of the ones I’ve been after just down the street a few minutes ago, thought he could smart mouth his way out of it.”

Her stomach flipped, blood rushing in her ears. Yunho.

“Really?” she said, playing dumb. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Couldn’t hold him. No record, no charges. Not yet anyway.” He looked irritated just thinking about it. “I know he’s dealing, just haven’t gotten him with anything solid yet. It’s just a matter of time.”

Y/N hands trembled around the mug she was holding. She dared a glance toward the couch, Yunho’s bag still sat there, hidden but not well enough. If her dad noticed it, even breathed near it….

“I’ve been watching this guy for a long time,” her dad continued, oblivious to the panic creeping up her spine. “Always slipping through cracks. But sooner or later? He’s gonna get sloppy.”

Y/N bit her cheek so hard it hurt. He already was, she wanted to scream. He’d left his entire stash sitting in their apartment. Her apartment. And now her cop father was standing ten feet away talking about how excited he was to put him behind bars.

“Guy’s a smartass, too,”Kim added with a shake of his head. “Tried to charm his way out of it, smirking like he knew something I didn’t. Makes me want to catch him even more.”

Seonghwa raised a brow over the rim of his mug but said nothing. Y/N tried to laugh, but it came out tight and strained.

“Well,” her dad said, setting the empty mug down on the counter, “just checking in. You kids need anything, you call me. And if either of you see a ducati bike riding around, call me first.”

Y/N nodded mutely.

Kim reached out and ruffled her hair affectionately. “Be good, sweetheart.”

She didn’t breathe until the door clicked shut behind him.

Then she sprinted for the couch.

“Where is it, where the fuck…” she hissed, yanking the blanket off until her hand found the strap of the bag.

Seonghwa knelt down beside her, watching as she unzipped it just enough to peek inside. “Holy shit…”

Her worst fears were confirmed.

It was all there. Baggies. A folded wad of cash. Unlabeled vials. Rolling papers. Even the digital scale Yunho sometimes tossed in without thinking.

She zipped it shut and shoved it deeper under the couch, her breathing shallow.

“He almost found it,” she whispered. “He was in the room with it.”

Seonghwa ran a hand over his face. “He had no idea.”

“I cannot let him come back here and see this,” Y/N said. “If my dad comes back, if he finds this… Yunho’s not walking away next time.”

She sat down hard on the floor, head in her hands.

“And I don’t even know if he knows he left it.”

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The sun had already dipped below the skyline when y/n pulled into the lot outside Hongjoong’s garage. The streetlamps buzzed overhead, casting pale yellow pools across the cracked pavement, and the low thrum of bass vibrated through the partially open garage door.

Her heart was still beating a little too fast.

She parked and reached for the bag in the passenger seat, Yunho’s bag. The one filled with enough illicit weight to send him away for a long time. The one he’d left sitting behind in her apartment like it was just gym clothes.

The one her father had almost seen.

The second she stepped inside the garage, the scent of oil, metal, and faint weed smoke hit her immediately, comforting and reckless all at once. Tools were scattered, a car hood was propped open, and Yeosang leaned against the fender, eating gummy worms straight from the bag. His eyes flicked toward her with a friendly smile.

But it was Yunho she was looking for, and found in seconds.

He was crouched beside his bike, a blunt lazily balanced between his lips as he tightened a bolt on the rear brake line. His sleeves were rolled up, grease streaked across his forearms, and his hair was pushed back in that messy, too hot to care kind of way. He looked like a sin wrapped in motor oil and THC.

She didn’t even have to say a word.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to bring that back,” he said, voice low and casual, not bothering to look up.

Y/N narrowed her eyes and held up the bag. “So you knew you left it?”

“Yep.” He finally glanced at her, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smirk. “Good thing to. Your dad pulled me over, and I figured… maybe it was a sign.”

Y/N blinked. “A sign?”

He shrugged, taking a slow drag from the blunt before passing it to Yeosang as he passed by them. “A sign that the universe didn’t want me getting arrested. For once.”

“I cannot believe you left it,” she hissed, pushing the bag into his chest. “You could’ve ruined everything. He showed up ten minutes after you left.”

“And yet,” he said smoothly, slinging the bag over his shoulder, “you managed to keep him from finding it.“

Y/N gaped. “You didn’t even warn me!”

“I figured if anyone could handle it, it’d be you.”

“I hid your drug bag from my father, Yunho.”

“Correction,” he said, stepping closer, “you saved my ass. And I’m very, very grateful.”

His tone dipped, and suddenly the space between them wasn’t enough. Yunho leaned in, his eyes dark and lazy with amusement and something else, something hotter. His fingers brushed her wrist, and that smug little smirk was back.

“You’re mad, but you still brought it back. That means something.”

She glared. “It means I didn’t want you to get arrested, dumbass.”

“Mm.” He leaned in. “Still counts.”

Then he kissed her and everything else blurred out.

Yunho’s mouth was warm and slow, tasting faintly of weed and adrenaline, his grip firm as he pulled her against him like she belonged there. His other hand slid up her spine, cupping the back of her neck, and she melted into him without hesitation. Every inch of her buzzed with leftover panic and relief and longing. It was messy. Intense. Addictive.

And just as she let herself sink into it…

“Oh, my God,” someone groaned. “Get a room.”

They broke apart fast, heads turning.

Wooyoung stood there holding a Gatorade, shaking his head in mock disgust but teasing mischief glinted in his eyes. “I walk in for thirty seconds and I’m already third wheeling.”

Yunho didn’t even flinch, throwing a teasing jab back at Wooyoung for once. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.”

“I’m not jealous,” Wooyoung said, plopping down on an overturned milk crate. “I’m just pissed you two keep using my workspace as your personal OnlyFans.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed and heart pounding.

Yunho just tossed his bag onto a nearby workbench and reached for a lighter.

“Next time,” Wooyoung added, pointing at them, “at least let me finish my drink before you start dry humping.”

Yunho lit another blunt, tossed a wink y/n way, and said, “No promises.”

Before Wooyoung could run his mouth further, the side door creaked open again, letting in a breeze of cool air and the scent of soy sauce and grease. Jongho stepped inside, a takeout bag in one hand and a soda tucked under his arm. His eyes landed on Y/N immediately.

“No way,” he said, eyes lighting up. “Haven’t seen you since Yunho fixed your car, what, three days ago?”

Y/N gave a polite smile. “Yeah. Just dropping something off.”

“Glad you’re back,” Jongho said, setting the bag on the table. Then he turned to his best friend and roommate with a grin that was all teeth and trouble. “And you, I figured you were holed up with one of your girls. You didn’t come home last night.”

Yunho froze.

Just for a second but it was enough. His spine went rigid. The blunt in his hand slipped slightly, then tightened in his grip like he wanted to launch it across the room. His eyes cut to y/n on instinct, please don’t react, please don’t look at me like that.

He forced a laugh. “Dude. Shut up.”

But it was too late.

Y/N was already turning toward him, one brow raised and her arms crossing over her chest in slow, deliberate motion. He sat there, gave her the best sec she’s ever had, again, last night, making her say she was his…. “One of your girls?”

Jongho blinked. “What?” He blinked, looking back and forth before he realized. Oh shit!

Yunho stepped forward, panic laced under his voice as he quickly said, “That’s not…. he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. It’s just a joke.”

“Is it?” Y/N asked coolly, though the way her eyes narrowed told him she already suspected everything. “Because it sounds like it’s a thing. Your girls.”

Jongho continued to look back and forth between them, suddenly realizing he’d stepped on a landmine as Wooyoung started snickering. “Wait. Wait, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that….”

“He doesn’t know,” Yunho snapped, glaring at Jongho before turning back to y/n with a softer voice. “I haven’t…. I mean, yeah, okay, before, there were… people. But I wasn’t….“ He didn’t want to admit he hadn’t slept with anyone since he met her.

Wooyoung, ever the instigator, leaned dramatically against the tool bench. “I mean, there were a few names floating around last month…”

“Wooyoung.”

Yeosang winced from the corner, already bracing for impact where he had been eavesdropping.

Yunho ran a hand through his hair, clearly spiraling now. “Look, I don’t care about them. I’m not….” He lowered his voice. Looking a tad bit vulnerable. “I just want you now.”

Y/N didn’t say anything right away, just watched him with that unreadable expression he hated, like she was trying to decide whether to kiss him or kill him. It kind of turned him on.

He stepped closer, voice lower now, desperate. “You’re not one of my girls. You’re the only girl I’ve stayed for.”

Her lips twitched. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you panic.”

Relief broke over his face like a tide. “I’m not cute.” He let out a breath, only for Wooyoung to ruin the moment.

“Oh my god. That was so cute. I’m gonna puke.”

Yunho flipped him off without looking, still only half sure he wasn’t about to get slapped.

Jongho laughed under his breath. “Damn. That’s wild. Guess I’ll cancel my backup plan, then.”

Y/N blinked. “Backup plan?”

Jongho grinned, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I was this close to asking you out. Good thing I like my face the way it is.”

Yunho’s eyes narrowed, stepping just slightly closer to y/n, jaw ticking like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or shove Jongho out the door. “You’re hilarious.”

But y/n just smiled, amused more than anything.

Jongho grabbed his takeout and strolled toward the far corner of the garage. “Don’t worry, I’ll just go cry into my dumplings.”

Once he was out of earshot, Yunho turned back to y/n, suddenly serious again. His voice dropped low, almost rough. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I met you.”

Y/N blinked at the sudden shift in tone, her breath catching just slightly.

He stepped closer, searching her face like he needed her to believe it. “Not even close. I don’t want anyone else.”

She swallowed, lips parting like she wanted to say something, but the moment hung thick between them, taut and quiet.

Then Wooyoung’s voice piped up from the other side of the garage. “Okay, if anyone starts making out in the workspace, I’m calling HR.”

Yunho groaned, letting his head fall to y/n shoulder with a muffled, “I hate everyone in this room.”

Y/N just laughed, her fingers brushing through his hair. “You’re the one who works with them.”

Just as the laughter died down and Jongho wandered off to grab a soda, Hongjoong’s voice cut through the sound of clinking tools and distant music echoing from a radio.

“Yunho.”

Yunho turned at the familiar tone. Hongjoong stood near the back of the garage, wiping grease off his hands with a rag, his expression unreadable but purposeful. His sleeves were rolled up, collarbone still faintly red from the earlier tug of Seonghwa’s mouth, but the heat in his eyes had nothing to do with affection now.

“I need you to handle something tonight.”

Yunho’s brow rose slightly, but he didn’t question it. He stepped toward him, his posture shifting, looser, quieter, but sharper around the edges. All business now. “Same guy?”

Hongjoong nodded once. “Yeah. Dockside, across town. He wants the rest of the product tonight. I don’t trust him to wait.”

Yunho sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. He’d hoped to spend the rest of the evening with y/n, maybe take her for a ride, maybe even just lay low at her apartment. But this wasn’t the kind of life that waited for anything.

Y/N had heard the shift in tone and was already walking toward them, catching the tail end of the exchange. “Business?” she asked softly, her arms folded tight across her chest like she was holding something in.

Yunho turned to face her, his gaze softening instantly. She looked worried more than she wanted to let on. Her fingers itched at the hem of her hoodie sleeve, and he knew her mind was running faster than her mouth.

“I won’t be long,” he said gently, reaching for her hand and threading their fingers together.

“Still,” she murmured, eyes flicking toward the door like she could stop it from opening just by willing it to stay shut.

Yunho gave her a crooked smile, then leaned in and kissed her, slow and steady, his mouth brushing against hers like he was memorizing it. His free hand slid along her lower back, pulling her in closer, breathing her in.

The garage faded. The work. The risk. The storm still brewing in both of their worlds. All of it melted away under the weight of that kiss.

When he pulled back, her lips were parted, her breath short. “You always do that,” she whispered.

“Do what?”

“Make it harder to let you leave.”

He smiled again, more sad this time, and pressed his forehead to hers. “Then I’ll give you something to look forward to.”

She held onto him for another beat before letting go, and he turned toward the garage doors, slinging his bag over his shoulder, the one she’d brought him earlier with his gear and the rest of the product still zipped tight inside. He shot her one last look, then gave Hongjoong a nod.

“I’ll check in when it’s done.”

“Don’t make me come find you,” Hongjoong muttered, but there was no heat behind it.

Yunho smirked, lifting a hand in a lazy wave as he disappeared out into the night.

Y/N stood in the silence he left behind, still tasting him on her lips, her heart ticking too fast. She wrapped her arms around herself, not because she was cold, but because it was suddenly too quiet without him in the room.

Wooyoung passed by with a smug look, raising an eyebrow. “So when’s the wedding?”

She didn’t even roll her eyes this time. She just kept staring at the door.

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The night air was hot and heavy with humidity, the sticky kind that clung to bare skin and made even the breeze off the water feel like a tease. It was a typical summer night at the docks, humid, loud, and electric with tension. Streetlights buzzed overhead, casting broken halos of gold over the crowd gathering between rows of gleaming cars and cracked asphalt.

Y/N stepped out of Seonghwa’s car, her boots hitting the gravel with a crunch. Her black tank top clung to her back from the heat, but she barely noticed. The real statement was in the shorts, denim, barely there, frayed at the edges, the pair.

The same ones she had worn the first night she met him. Their first night together.

Seonghwa stepped around the car, lips quirking as he gave her a once over. “You really dressed for psychological warfare, huh?”

She smirked. “It’s hot out.”

“It’s illegal, is what it is,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Han’s gonna lose before the engines even start.”

Y/N shrugged, but her gaze was already locked on the far side of the lot where neon lights bled across hoods and huddled bodies. The air smelled like gasoline, beer, and anticipation. And Han, predictably, was dead center of it all. Posturing. Laughing too loud. Surrounded by his crew, like he hadn’t spent the last few days watching his pride unravel.

Her fingers tightened into fists at her sides.

“He sees you in those shorts, he’s gonna combust,” Seonghwa muttered beside her.

“Good,” Y/N said, not breaking her stride. “Let him.”

Just then, a ripple moved through the crowd, and all it took was one glance to see why.

Yunho stood with his back to the water, leaned casually against the hood of his car. He was dressed in all black too, tee shirt, jeans, boots. He hadn’t done anything special, but he looked like trouble incarnate. The kind that didn’t ask permission. The kind that didn’t lose.

But it was the way his eyes zeroed in on her that made her pulse trip.

His gaze dipped, lingered, just a second too long at her legs. Then slowly dragged back up.

Y/N smirked.

Yunho pushed off the car and made his way toward her, crowd parting as if the tension crackling off him physically pushed people out of his way. He didn’t say a word, not at first. Just looked at her like she’d already won something no one else even knew they were fighting for.

“You wore those shorts,” he said, voice low, eyes hungry.

She arched a brow. “Coincidence.”

“Right,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip as he stepped closer. “You know I’m not gonna be able to focus now, right?”

“That’s not my problem,” she teased, even as her heart raced.

He leaned in just a bit, nose brushing hers, voice dropping so only she could hear. “After I ruin Han, we’re not leaving your bed for the rest of the weekend.”

She smiled, leaning forward until her lips nearly grazed his. “I didn’t plan on it.”

Seonghwa groaned somewhere behind them. “Please. Can we survive one race night without turning it into a softcore music video?”

Yunho smirked as he pulled away and popped the passenger door open. “Get in, baby.”

Y/N slid inside like she belonged there. Because she did.

And Han, already watching from across the dock, looked like he’d just swallowed broken glass.

Yunho started the engine with a smirk.

Tires screamed as the flag dropped, and they were off, two cars surging forward in a blur of light and speed. Yunho took the first corner tight, cutting off Han to the left. Y/N gripped the seat with one hand, her other braced against the door, her stomach flipping with every twist of the road, but she loved it. Every second.

Han was right behind them again, aggressive as hell, trying to box Yunho in. They shot through the city’s industrial underpass, steel beams flashing by overhead. Yunho’s jaw was tight, eyes sharp, but he was smiling a dangerous, cocky kind of smile that said he was in control even at 120mph.

Y/N laughed breathlessly. “You’re insane!”

“You like it,” he said without taking his eyes off the road.

And she did.

The chase spilled out of the docks and onto the main strip, neon signs flashing across the windshield. Han tried to overtake them on a straightaway, revving hard but Yunho waited until the last possible second before slamming the gearshift and jerking the emergency brake.

The car spun.

They flipped completely around, now flying down the road in reverse, the tires screaming across pavement, lights streaking in every direction. Y/N heart nearly exploded from the rush.

Han came up behind them, way too close.

Yunho turned his head just enough to lock eyes with Han through the back windshield.

Then he reached one hand out the window, middle finger raised in perfect defiance.

“Back the fuck off,” Yunho muttered, grinning.

Han tried to recover, his car swerving slightly as Yunho gunned it again, spinning back around with perfect control. They shot forward like a bullet, weaving between cars and hugging the next curve so tightly that y/n thought they’d lose the bumper.

But they didn’t.

And when Yunho tore through the last corner onto the final stretch of street, she saw the finish line and Han fading in the rearview, and the adrenaline mixed with something hotter, sharper, more dangerous.

She turned to him, chest heaving. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Yunho glanced at her, eyes blazing. “Not before I wreck him first.”

They crossed the finish line a full 33 seconds ahead of Han

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The docks exploded with sound as Yunho’s car skidded to a hard, dramatic stop, tires screeching against the hot summer pavement. Smoke curled from the wheels, the scent of burning rubber mixing with gasoline and ocean salt in the thick night air. People were already cheering before the dust had even settled.

Y/N heart pounded in her chest like a war drum. Her hands gripped the sides of her seat, knuckles white with adrenaline. She could barely breathe from the high of it all, the speed, the wind, the risk. Her pulse was still racing from the moment Yunho had whipped the wheel around, thrown the car in reverse, and flown past Han with a smirk and middle finger in the air.

She flung the door open and stepped out, her legs wobbling beneath her as the crowd roared. The humid air stuck to her skin, and her cheeks were flushed, not just from the ride, but from the way Yunho was now leaning back against the hood of the car like he owned the entire dockyard. His sweat damp shirt clung to him, hair wild, jaw clenched in victory.

“You good?” he asked, eyes never leaving hers.

She stared for a second too long before grinning. “You drove backwards,” she laughed, still out of breath.

“And still smoked his ass.” He winked. “Come on, tell me that wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.”

Before she could answer, the screech of Han’s engine tore through the chaos. His car arrived seconds too late, crossing the finish line long after the win was decided. His door slammed open, and he stormed out, face red and jaw tight with fury. The veins in his neck bulged with every angry step he took.

“This is bullshit!” Han barked, fists clenched, eyes burning with humiliation. “You think I’m giving you my car because you pulled a stunt? That wasn’t racing, that was a show! You cheated!”

“No, you just got outplayed.”

Han’s body trembled with restrained rage. His eyes snapped to y/n, then narrowed, ugly with resentment. “So this was the plan, huh? Spread your legs for the fastest one? No wonder you’re with him, you’ve always been a fucking slut.”

Y/N spine straightened like a rod of steel, her mouth opening in shock. But she didn’t get the chance to respond.

Yunho’s voice dropped low, almost calm. “Y/N. Can I beat his ass?” He was once again asking for her permission.

She looked straight at him, not blinking. No hesitation. “Do it.”

And Yunho did.

His first punch landed square on Han’s jaw, knocking him back several steps. The second hit had him stumbling into the side of his car, groaning. Yunho was on him in two strides, grabbing the front of his shirt and slamming him up against the door with a satisfying thud.

“You talk about her like that again,” Yunho growled, his voice raw with threat, “and I swear to God I’ll break you.”

Han tried to shove him off, but Yunho was taller, broader, and fueled by something far deeper than just rage. Y/N didn’t move, she didn’t even flinch. There was no fear in her eyes. Just fury. And pride.

“Enough.”

The voice cut through the noise like a blade.

Hongjoong stepped through the crowd, slow and deliberate. His expression was unreadable, but the weight of his presence silenced everything. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“Yunho,” he said, calm but firm. “You won. You’ve got the car. He’s already bleeding. Don’t waste the rest of your night on this asshole.”

Yunho let go, shoving Han one final time before stepping back, chest heaving. Han slumped against the door, lips split, a line of blood running down his chin.

Still catching his breath, Han fumbled in his pocket and threw the keys toward Yunho with a sneer. “Fuck you.”

The crowd snickered. But Yunho was already turning away towards y/n. And when he reached her, the look in his eyes said everything. Relief. Desire. Possession.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, his hand brushing her hip.

“Perfect,” she said, a little breathless.

And then he kissed her, deep, claiming, unapologetic. It wasn’t just heat. It was a declaration. A fucking brand.

Y/N melted into him, her hands curling in the front of his shirt, his fingers digging into the small of her back like he couldn’t stand not touching her. People were staring but neither of them cared.

The kiss ended only when Hongjoong clapped a hand on Yunho’s back, grinning.

“Now that’s how you finish a race,” he said with a smirk.

Yunho laughed against her mouth, forehead pressed to hers, chest still rising with adrenaline. “We won,” he whispered.

“We did,” she replied, already hungry for more.

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[isaacathom]

got pulled up by a cop for reading a book on a swing 👍 im sure he had other reasons to pull over and have a chat, but truly unclear on what the fuck information he thought he was getting out of me when, at that point, i was just walking home

[blood-smiles]

𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓 ⊹₊⟡⋆

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - TW: Gore description at the end of the chapter . icky stuff, reader has a little bit of androphobia .

ׂ╰┈➤ Ever since you were a little kid you dreamed of being a nurse, any kind of nurse, you really just wanted to help for the greater cause. Was it you trying to indulge a savior complex? Perhaps.

Now that you were in fact at camp, training under a more experienced nurse you came to realize that this place was so so much worse than you expected.

These soldiers were no walk in the park, many of them were traumatized from war, sometimes even refusing to take their medicine because it would numb their pain, the only thing that let them know that they were in fact alive.

It broke your heart.

Then came the harassment, some shouted and tried to swipe at you, doing all they could to keep you away from them. sometimes it was just lustful men, not seeing a woman in so long causing them to grow impatient, some would grab you, look you up and down like a fresh piece of meat. Ugh, disgusting.

You hauled around a basket full of medicine and fresh gauze, turning and weaving through the make shift hospital until reaching a white tent .

You unzipped the “door” and shimmied inside the tent, two people came into view, you greeted your senior nurse and the injured soldier politely.

The nurse turned around, clasping her hands together in what seemed a pleading gesture.

“Oh! (Y/N) there you are, can you take over this one for me? There’s another man badly injured in another tent.”

What? No, please don’t leave me with him!

You sent a pathetic look to the other nurse, begging her not to leave you all alone.

You turned your gaze over to the man sitting on the stretcher, the grip on your basket growing tighter.

He was fucking huge, his body being muscular and tall at the same time. His face obscured by dirtied bandages, all sorts of grime and dried blood splashed on his bandages like faded watercolor.

The nurse gave you a soft pat on the shoulder as she left in a haste.

You cleared your throat, shrugging off the discomfort in your system and getting to work swiftly.

You approached the sink, letting the cold water run over your skin, allowing the soap suds to cleanse the impurities and leave a fresh and pure exterior.

You patted your hands against a paper towel and grabbed the basket containing the various first aid equipment.

“I’m (Y/N) and I will be your nurse for today.” The practiced words rolled off your tongue smoothly, although your expression betrayed your confident rambling.

The man glanced up at you, steely blue-grey eyes glaring at you through golden eyelashes.

You swallowed thickly, quickly observing his physical state, you could point out two or three injuries. But with his face covered you can barely make out if he needs anything to be done on his face.

“I need to remove your bandages to clean injuries below them.” You folded your hands in front of your stomach, furrowing your brows while waiting for him to shout at you.

But the boisterous voice never came, instead a soft grunt answered along with the shuffling of fabric.

The dirtied bandages coiled around his neck, draping over his shoulders as he nodded his head to get his hair out of his vision.

You gazed at his features.. He was beautiful. 

Not the delicate flower type of beauty, not something to be gently handled or protected. It was more like a rough, jagged beauty, alike to the beauty of a rusted, jagged claymore, flowers curled along its hilt and blade.

Blonde hair curled in between his eyebrows in a sort of X shape. His features were strong and sharp, his expression stony and serious. His slightly tanned skin decorated with scars and small cuts.

“Are there any serious injuries you have right now?” 

The man rolled up his stained tank top to reveal bandages wrapped around his ribs, light pink stains splashed on the surface of the yellowed bandages.

You took a deep breath, putting some gloves on to begin inspecting the wound.

You slowly unraveled the bandages, revealing a half-scabbed half-fresh wound underneath, you glanced up at the large man to get a look at how well he was fairing with the pain.

Only the slightest twitch of his eyebrow and the soft flushing along his cheekbones were telling you that he was feeling pain.

He glanced down at you, pupils dilating for a moment before looking entirely away.

After a little you made sure to send him on his way, his right side was wrapped in bandages and thoroughly disinfected.

You made sure to clean the minor cuts on his face too, medical tape covering some of them.

You grabbed your clipboard, recording his visit today and a simple report on what was done.

“Can you give me your whole name and birthdate?” You asked softly, glancing down at the white boxed paper.

“February 14.” His accented voice answered, folding his old bandages in his own hand.

“..Marcelle Briar.” He glanced at you from the corner of his eye shyly.

“Alright, I believe that is it..” you muttered, taking out some pain killers and handing them to him “You can take two every six hours to keep down the pain.. Is there anything else you wanted to speak about?” 

Marcelle looked up from his hands, gently taking your in his, 

“Yes, right here.” He placed your hand over his chest, right over his heart, it was erratically beating against his ribcage almost as if it were about to jump out of his tórax and run off.

“Every time I look at you. My heart.. em.. how do you say..? Fast.” He explained, pressing your hand into his chest even more.

His cheeks were flushed a red tint, small sweat suds forming over his scarred skin.

You laughed nervously, prying your hand away from his relaxed, soft muscles.

Your ears were beginning to feel warmer, how do you explain this to him without outright embarrassing him?

You started “Erm.. Well—“

“Lieutenant cottontail!! There you are.” Another deep voice cut you off as he stepped into the tent.

“..Salvador.” 

It was another burly man of Marcelle’s size, big muscular and intimidating handsome..

But this one was a stark contrast to him, he seemed more extroverted and.. louder, you suppose.

His black hair fell over his face loosely, styled in a messy half-up-half-down type of way.

His gaze shifted to you, eyes widening just a little bit, giving you a curious look.

“hello there.. sorry for the intrusion, muñeca.” He waved at you, his shoulders relaxed.

You stayed quiet, before just nodding your head. 

“You must be the new nurse, right?” He walked closer to you, you tried to ignore how his boots were tracking blood and mud into the sterile tent..

“C-correct.” He leaned down to your level for a moment, observing you intently for a moment, his dark eyes narrowed.

You were about to pop a blood vessel, you could hear the blood pumping through your ears frantically, did you do something wrong? Why was he looking at you like that?

“..You’re pretty cute.” He whispered to himself before he backed away completely, swiveling around to greet the blonde man on the cot.

“We have a new unit of rookies, cmon.” The new man(Salvador) motioned with his head for the other male to get moving.

“See you around, (Y/N).” The black haired one bid his goodbye with a nod of his head and a pat to your head.

The blonde one stared at you for a second, you swear you saw the corners of his lips twitch up slightly before muttering a farewell too.

…

Marcelle might have been struck with Cupid’s arrow. Unfortunately it seemed that he wasn’t the only one under the mischievous cherub’s control.

his “friend” had been shot too. Marcelle could tell, Salvador was laidback and a good personality, complete contrast to him but even with that arrogant exterior Salvador adored to display, Marcelle knew that something changed.

When he spoke to you the tips of his ears were slightly flushed, he toned down his prideful side too, truly a miracle. 

as far as Marcelle knew, Salvador loathed physical touch. However he didn’t hesitate to brush against you. Male-Whore.

And what did the blonde man do this whole time? Seethe as he watched the interaction. He was pushing 34 years old and he was still too shy to speak to a girl. Pathetic.

He now had competition, he hoped that it was just a puppy crush and would lay over and be forgotten by Salvador and him.

Oh how wrong he was.

…

It had been a while since you begun to feel at home at base, and now you had.. friends, you suppose.

Those two soldiers were becoming close to your heart, both of them paying you almost daily visits, gifting you small trinkets they found and wild flowers from their outings.

Salvador liked giving you flowers, especially red ones for some reason, he was the more flirtatious one out of the pair, but you just laughed it off. not like he could have feelings for a puny person like you, could he? He was probably playing with you..

God, are you dense or do you think he doesn’t like you? Salvador has tried everything, he has flirted, shown that you are special to HIM, he has gotten rid of all the nuisances, he literally worships the ground you walk on and you still don’t get that he is hopelessly I love with you?!

Marcelle was sweet, you honestly didn’t expect it from him, he always had an annoyed look and seemed milliseconds away from tearing your head off your shoulders clean.

But he was.. basically a human sized teddy bear—at least towards you. He liked physical proximity(surprisingly), gently hugging your head closer to his chest, burying his nose into your hair, you name it.

Salvador never had any of it, shooting nasty looks at Marcelle and muttering jabs at him, They were both like two brothers fighting over a plushie.

Somehow they both would always end up hugging a part of your body after bickering for a while.

Lately there has been various soldier deaths, strangely enough they were men you knew, both in your good and not so good graces.

They were admitted into the infirmary for life threatening wounds and most of the time died due to blood loss or a punctured organ.

It was traumatic. Having to drag the body out and into a sealed bag to the corresponding family.

Your ears pricked at the sound of screams, you were used to hearing those cries for help. You learned throughout so many years that you were to mind your business, not to investigate and much less wander near the forest.

Bloodcurdling screams resounded from the woods, only the birds and bears present to hear the sound of death.

A blonde man grabbed onto the lower jaw of the bloodied man lying on the floor, thick fingers lodging onto the frenulum of his mouth.

The sound of cartilage tearing reached his ears, a sick laugh reverberating from his chest as blood streamed out the injured soldiers mouth.

“Fancy seeing you here.” A lax voice sounded from behind Marcelle.

Salvador dragged a body with him, creating a dark trail of guts and blood on the dirt flooring.

The man Marcelle was finishing with flailed and cried on the ground, his tongue sticking out from his mouth as there was no more jaw to hang on to.

He flailed for help to the black haired fellow, only for his hopes to be crushed when he started laughing at his misery.

“I know this guy. He groped (Y/N) did he not?” Salvador cracked a rare smile, walking up to the male on the floor and landing a powerful kick to his gut.

Blood gurgled out his mouth, eyes wide as he stared up at both of the devils with fear.

Marcelle scoffed, nodding his head as he placed his foot on his head, applying pressure on hid frontal lobe until it exploded.

Making a mess of blood and brains under his black boot, even after death Marcelle had decided he hadn’t had enough though.

Lifting his leg he stomped down on his head, over and over. And over. And over again.

The deceased man’s face was unrecognizable, being pulverized into the soil as only remnants of skin and meat suggested there was a head on his body once.

Marcelle ripped his name off his uniform, taking out his lighter and burning it.

Salvador threw his own body next to the headless corpse, nudging it with his foot lightly before spitting on the corpses.

“Let’s go. (Y/N) is waiting for us.” Marcelle mumbled, eyeing the bodies one last time before leaving.

You enjoyed your lunch with both the soldiers. But you couldn’t help but notice the slight red tint to Marcelle’s usually honey blonde hair. The red under Salvador’s nails scared you, but you just figured they must have hurt themselves.

You tried to ignore the insanity behind the pair’s eyes as they stared at you, they were looking at you as if they had placed their hearts on silver platters and were waiting for you to take them.

You just smiled, thinking it was just your mind playing tricks on you from exhaustion. Sadly that wasn’t the case. ♡

[dpspcehntr]

Okay you can write this however you want ( if ur comfortable with it) but I'd really like to see the Lads reacting if they came out of the shower and fem mc was there in their room and she removes the robe to see because she is curious what's underneath 🤭🤭

OOOO! I haven’t thought about this but I love the intimacy of this! I'm going to write this from the idea of this being early in your relationship with him.

My ask box is open! Send me your NSFW head cannons/thoughts/confessions about the LADS main 4! I might even write some of them up!

Warning: suggestive content

Xavier

He sees you sitting on his bed in his hoodie and your pajama shorts playing a game on your phone. The look of concentration on your face lets him know you haven’t noticed his presence just yet.

"What are you playing? Can I join?"

You flinch and look over to him standing in the doorway of the bathroom. This was not your first time staying over his place but it was the first time you've ever seen him in his robe. Your words are lost in your throat as he walks over to you, phone discarded on the bed next to you. Without thinking you reach out to pull the string of his robe. You expected to see his usual black boxers but was greeted by his naked form. Your throat goes dry as you shut it in hast. Your face is flush and you look away.

"S-sorry. I didn't know."

He lightly grips your chin and turns you to look at him again. His skin is covered in a light blush as he leans in for a kiss.

"I figured it would be easier if I didn't have on any clothes. But now I feel under dressed."

You reach for the hem of his hoodie and lift it off with a quickness as he climbs into the bed on top of you.

Zayne

You were packing up the belongings you brought with you for the weekend at his place when he enters the room in nothing but his robe loosely tied around his waist. He walks over to you by the dresser and slides his arms around you.

"I wish you'd stay just a little bit longer."

He plants a kiss on your shoulder and lays his head in the crook of your neck. You stay like this for a minute, just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

"I can spare just a little while longer. I'm dying to unwrap this gift you've gotten me."

You turn around and face him. You lock your eyes with his as you pull the ties on his robe. You give him an up and down look and hum in satisfaction.

"It's perfect."

He blushes and lifts you up to sit on the dresser.

"That's just a part of this gift, I still have more to give."

He kisses you as you scoot to the edge of the dresser and hook your legs around him.

Rafayel

Rafayel quickly enters his bedroom as you lay out on his bed. His robe is tied tight around his waist as he makes his way over to you. His nervous yet excited energy is palpable in the room as he steps between your spread legs.

"Don't be shy, let me see."

Slotted between your thighs you carefully pull at the string of his robe. His face bright red avoiding making eye contact with you as all of him is exposed. This is the first time you've gotten a moment to really look at all of him. He was beautiful, lean but powerful. Water droplets roll down his smooth skin like crystals. His breath gets more and more shallow, waiting for you to make a move.

"This is so embarrassing."

You press your hand right below his naval. Your hand warm on his cool skin as he lets out a hiss. His eyes screwed shut as you run your hands over his body. Everywhere but where he needed you, his need more visible as time passes.

"Patience my love, I'll give you what you want soon."

You sooth him as you grip the opening of his robe and pull him down over you as you lay down.

Sylus

You sit on Sylus' bed, reading something from his vast library in his mansion. He had slipped out the room some time ago to take his nightly shower. Before long you're sucked into this book, unaware of the footsteps making their way toward you.

"I'm quite fond of that title as well, though the ending is a tad disappointing. I'll have to introduce you to her other works."

You quickly reach for your bookmark, a piece of paper with a doodle of Sylus from Luke, and slam the book shut.

"You scared me-"

Your words trail off as you take him him. Hair dripping, chest exposed, and a robe tied dangerously low. You clear your throat and sit up. Still at a loss for words he closes the distance between you and gestures to the strings on his robe.

"Go ahead. I've got nothing to hide, sweetie."

You carefully grab one of the ties of his robe and watched as his whole form is exposed to you. A soft wow escapes your lips as you look him up and down. He grabs one of your hands and presses it to his chest, your hand warm on his cool body. A smug smirk sits on his lips and leans down to your ear.

"It's all yours kitten, use responsibly."

[postmortemnivis]

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her.

simon really meant it, every bit of it, he’d come back to you somehow. he would find his way back to you. wether it was walking through the front door quietly not to wake you up in the middle of the night or cold in a coffin. he’d rather have you hold his dead body than not to have you touch his skin ever again.

that’s what simon was thinking about as his ear ringed so loud he couldn’t focus on his surroundings. he looked up at the sky, so blue it almost didn’t feel right. why so blue when so much blood was being shed?

he occasionally would feel the ground he was laying on tremble, maybe a hand grenade, maybe a body falling next to his. the smell of gunpowder filled his covered nostrils and he could feel his lungs collapsing on themselves from the thickness of the air he was breathing. his eyes weren’t doing good either, filled with dust and sand from the dry earth.

it took him a few more seconds to focus his eyes on something, something that possibly wasn’t moving, his head spinning each time he tried to sit up. something was weighting on his legs, holding him down. he struggled to raise his torso and groaned at the sight of a large body blocking him. he let himself fall back down.

he was ready to go, a sharp pain to his side telling him he wouldn’t last long alone. he’d been through worse, way worse, the scar provided by the meat hook was proof of that, but something was telling him this was as bad. he was ready to go.

the only thing he could think about in his last moments was you. he thought he could see glimpses of you, maybe your hair in the corner of his eyes or he’d hear your laugh as another fire shooting started. his eyes searched for you frantically. he wanted to tell you to leave immediately, scream it at the top of his lungs, but his voice was caught in his throat and you weren’t really there. his mind just playing cruel tricks on him.

your name was repeated like a mantra in his head, repeating it so many times it almost lost a meaning. almost. a prayer, a chant. he sure needed to pray, for you.

he had been shelving the thought that tormented him for months. he wanted to go and confess his sins, he almost felt the need, his palms itching with haste anytime he thought about it. years had passed since the last time he had set foot in a church, so many that he had almost forgotten the reason for the visit. the ghosts of the past never abandon you, especially if they are people you love, especially if they are family, the innocent. its always the innocent who pay the highest price.

‘i wonder what she’s doing now, who’s gonna knock on her door and tell her im gone.’ he thought. ‘hopefully price. he’s the one with tact and the most considerate. he’ll help her when i’m gone, keep an eye on her.’

the sweet smell of your hair replaced for a moment the one of blood and gunpowder, your laughter still echoing in his ears. he pictured your sweet face and big innocent eyes looking up at him.

“promise me something?”

“mhm?” he hummed, surprised you were still up. his hand hadn’t stopped caressing your hair since you laid down on his chest, your hand resting on his collarbone as your ear listened to his calm heartbeat. “yeah, anything.”

“promise me you’ll always come back.” you whispered in the dark room. “promise me, simon.”

he nodded, taken aback by your request. you weren’t the fondest of his job, he knew it, he hated to concern you like he did.

“yes.”

“promise.” you urged. “please.”

he bent his head down and kissed the top of yours, his arm sliding down your back and drawing you closer by your waist. “i will, love. i’ll always come back to you.”

you sighed, the knot of thoughts in your worried head began to untie. “mh.”

“better now?” he softly asked. his voice was hoarse from his constant shouting orders at the obstreperous recruits. you gave a short nod. “i mean it.”

he groaned as he managed to get the body off of himself, struggling to get on his knees.

fucks sake, he couldn’t let you live with him gone like this. it was selfish of him to leave you in such an abrupt way, really. he tried to push away the image of you opening the door to find price with a carton box filled with simons stuff from the barracks with the balaclava and skull mask on top and your knees hitting the floor before he could even say anything.

his legs didn’t feel like they could hold his weight up, he immediately fell to his knees as he heard another rapid fire too near him for his liking. his gun was long gone, he had to manage to survive alone, again.

“crawlin’ it is.” he breathed as he started to drag his tired body with the strength of his arms alone. you had always praised his strength: he could lift you with one arm alone, you loved to be held and hold on to his arm anywhere and at anytime. that was the main reason he always pushed for more while training, and the motivation your sweet compliments always gave him now were gonna save his life. he made a mental note to kiss and hold you a little longer and tighter if he ever made it home alive.

he could see the building his team was supposed to meet up in case things got bad. it looked so far away that it was alarmingly close. maybe it was just his messed up vision, a mirage, but he could swear he saw you from a window looking at him, urgently motioning him to come.

he brought the thick balaclava above his nose so he could breathe better and as enemy gunfire continued to flow, he kept his head low as he moved dead bodies from his way.

he could hear your voice calling for him and he wanted to call you for you back, but the noises of the battlefield were hurrying him to get to the safe zone first.

he stumbled by the door as he brought himself up, one hand stabilizing him as he held on to the doorframe as the other went to press on his wound.

“lt!” johnnys voice called before he rushed to help him. “ye cheeky bastard, i told them not to leave yet, to wait for ye.”

“gaz saw you get shot.” price swung simon’s arm over his shoulder in order to help him to the nearest table, where he laid down.

“he saw that right.” simon bit the inside of his cheek as price inspected his wound, pressing on it. “is he a‘ight?”

“he’s fine, hit his head but had his helmet on, he’s getting checked out by the medics.” price informed him as simon winced at the sharp pain. “there’s at least two bullets in here, didn’t pass through, stuck.”

“just take ‘em the fuck out.” simon groaned. “how’s it lookin’?”

“you’ll live.” price patted his shoulder in comfort before he went to call a medic.

“we really thought we’d lost ye there, lt.” johnny’s face was glowing with sweat and blood, the black war paint smudged messily all around his face and his mohawk dusted.

“helicopter’s leaving in thirty, boys!” price’s baritone voice called from the other room.

simon scoffed, sighing and closing his eyes, finally letting himself relax as your figure started to fade from the corner of the room where it’d been standing, silently looking at him. “won’t lose me, can’t wait to go home, johnny.”

[beingsuneone]

I BET You Think About Me

SYNOPSIS: being Theo’s girlfriend is a dream… until you find out why he asked you out in the first place.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Theodore Nott x fem!reader

RATING: PG

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Enzo, Blaise, Draco, Mattheo, Pansy, Snape

GENRE/AU: Snape’s Daughter!Reader, Asks you out cause of a bet, kind of angsty, kind of fluffy, slytherin!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

WARNINGS: swearing and kissing.

A/N: agh. It’s 3 in the morning. Enjoy. May have a tiny bit of pacing issues but it’s fine

DEDICATIONS: the polls who decided they wanted Theo while I decided I was gonna post Mattheo and Rhysand instead.

CREDITS: n/a

…Six Months Ago….

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“You can’t do it, Theo.” Draco says plainly. “If she’s anything like her father she won’t be able to feel that kind of emotion.”

Theo shakes his head. “She’s still a girl.”

Mattheo snorts, Enzo sputters. “That’s a bit sexist, Theo.” Enzo says, looking over at Y/n L/n.

She’s Severus Snape’s daughter and completely untouchable. Theo hasn’t seen a single guy going out with her in the whole six years they’d been at hogwarts.

That might be because of her father.

“Draco’s right.” Mattheo says. “She’ll never fall for you.”

“I’m gonna prove you guys wrong and you’re gonna owe me a shit ton of money for it.”

…. One Month Ago ….

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Mattheo stares at you as you walks away. “Damn, I guess you were right.” Both him and Draco reach for their wallets but Theo waves them off.

“I don’t want it— any of it.” It felt for him wrong to take the money from the bet. Theo had fallen for you just as hard— if not harder— as you’d fallen for him.

Hell, Theo would kiss the ground you walked on if you asked him.

“What do you mean?” Blaise asks incredulously. “You won the bet.”

Theo furrows his eyebrows. “Whatever, I don’t want the money.”

They all stare at him.

One, two, three minutes of silence before Mattheo blurts out: “Oh my god. Theo fell for her.” He starts to laugh, and the other boy's eyes widen.

“Wow. That’s a little bit pathetic, Theo.” Draco teases.

Pansy slides in beside Blaise. “Wow. Famous playboy Theodore Nott fell for someone?” She snickers. “Who?”

Theo deadpans. “What do you mean who?” You are Pansy’s roommate after all, Pansy should better than anybody.

Her face falls. “You don’t mean y/n. do you?” Theo nods and she gives him an exasperated look. “Theo! You literally only dated her to win a bet!”

“Yeah, I know!” He retorts. A beat of silence, then, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You have to tell her.” Enzo cuts in. “If you truly like her, it isn’t something you can keep secret.”

Theo nods his head absentmindedly. “I know, I know. I’ll tell her soon.”

He didn’t want his new relationship to end before it ever began.

….Present….

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Today, you woke up late, stubbed your toe on your bed and then spent the ten minutes you had to get ready looking for your damned potions book.

When you’d finally found it, threw on your uniform and got your hair into some sort of presentable, you rushed out your dorm and down the hallways as fast as your feet would take you.

Your class was on the opposite side of Hogwarts and you were already ten minutes late.

In your haste, you aren’t watching for other people in front of you and run straight into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” You exclaim frantically, picking up your books as she picks up hers.

She looks familiar but you don’t know her name.

“No, it’s okay— Oh.” Her faces twists into a scowl when she meets your gaze. “You’re Theo’s ‘Girlfriend’” she airquotes as she says ‘girlfriend’, causing you to narrow your eyes at here.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Uhm, yeah, I am. Why did you say it like that?”

She crosses her arms. “Because you and I both know that he doesn’t actually like you. You’re not his girlfriend.”

“And who, exactly, are you?” You ask, annoyance settling in your chest.

She looks down at you, a cocky expression written on her face. “You should probably just stay away from him, you know that, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Really, he’s going to be mine so I don’t even know what you’re doing.” She waves you off, as if she truly believes this.

You shuffle your books around in your arms and shift your weight into your other leg. “You do know that you’re not his girlfriend, right?”

“Whatever.” She shrugs, and you still don’t know her name. “Doesn’t matter if he calls you his girlfriend, it’s not like you’re a threat anyway.”

What does she mean ‘not a threat’? You feel like that’s a sentence better used to describe her considering, you’re Theo’s actual girlfriend. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask incredulously but still relatively calm.

She gives you a mock sympathetic expression. “Oh, Sweetheart,” She starts, taunting you with each syllable. “You didn’t really think someone like Theo would settle down for someone like you… do you? I mean, he’s all parties and good times and you’re… well, you can’t even dress yourself properly.”

She looks you up and down, from your half-untucked uniform shirt to your loose tie and your unwrinkled skirt. You’re not usually this messed up. “Clearly, I do, because he did.” You pause, sigh deeply and roll your eyes. “Why am I even entertaining this conversation?” You turn away from her, preparing to tune her out and walk away.

She tuts, shaking her head. “Because you obviously know you mean nothing to him— after all when your relationship starts with a bet, I don’t think it’s ever been super stable.”

This makes you stop and turn back to her. “A bet?” You say it slowly and the words taste awful on your tongue. “What bet?”

She scoffs-laughs and smiles evilly. “Oops, did I say too much?”

Theo chooses this moment to walk up behind the two of your . He slides his hand around my waist, letting it rest there as he stands beside me. “Are you okay? You’re super late.” He asks, looking you over. His eyes flit over to the girl who was talking to you and his nose scrunched. “Why are you talking to Tracey?”

Tracey, that’s her name.

I don’t think he likes her too much.

Tracey opens her mouth to respond but I cut her off and begin dragging Theo away. “I don’t even know, Theo, let’s go.”

I can feel Tracey’s glare until we’re well out of her line of sight.

Jealous.

……

You can’t get Tracey’s words out of your head. You know it was a tactic to rile you up and, you suppose, it worked but you had this horrible feeling that maybe she wasn’t lying.

Asking Theo about it though? That was hard; you didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him but you also didn’t want to get upset before you knew whether it was true or not.

You decided to ask one or two other people before Theo. Pansy Parkinson, was first. She’s been your friend since first year but she hung out with Theo’s group long before you ever did.

“Hey, Pansy.” You say airily. She looks up at you and smiles.

The bed creaks as you fall down onto it and sigh. “Can I ask you a random question?” You ask, fidgeting with the corner of your blankets.

She looks up at you expectantly but also with a good deal of worry. “Yeah, of course; What’s up?”

She shifts in her spot at the end of her bed, turning her full attention to me.

“Did you ever… I don’t know,” you stop, trying to find the correct words. “Did you ever hear anything about Me, Theo and a bet? While you were, like, hanging out with them.”

Pansy looks down at your fidgeting fingers and then furrows her eyebrows. She thinks about it for a minute, and her face drops so slightly I almost don’t catch it. “Oh, y/n…” she trails off. “He didn’t tell you?”

Every muscle in your body locks up. “He didn’t tell me what?” You don’t think you really want the confirmation now that you know it’s coming.

Pansy stands and then sits down next to you and pulls you into her in a side hug. “When Theo started trying to get with you it was because of a bet.” She stops but you just gesture for her to continue. “… I wasn’t actively apart of this conversation so I only got the gist of it but I was there.”

“What was the bet.” You say, with your eyes hot and your throat restricted. Your tone makes it seem like it wasn’t a question.

“The boys bet him that he couldn’t make the next woman he saw fall in love with him by the end of the year.” She gives your a sad smile. “I guess the next woman was you.”

What. The. Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, because he obviously won that goddamn bet already. You give Pansy a quick squeeze and then stand up. “I need to go talk to him.”

Pansy nods and walks back to her own bed, waving bye as you walk through the door.

Your vision is a bit blurry and your hands are shaking with betrayal and anger as you storm away from the girl’s dorms and right through the common room to the boy’s dorms.

When you reach his door, you knock loudly, despite it being late.

Draco answers. He looks you up and down and then turns his back halfway to you. “Theo, your girlfriend is here.”

Theo appears a moment later, an easy smile and his piercing eyes that you want to love so badly right now. He gently moves you back a bit and steps out of the dorm. “Hey, Baby, what’s up?”

You shudder at the pet name and his face drops. “Oh, I don’t know, Theo.”

He pulls you to the other side of the hall and keeps his hands on your arms, comforting both yourself and him. “What’s wrong? Did somebody do something to you?”

The worry on his face seems so genuine, you almost want to believe the bet was a lie— but you’re not that stupid.

“Yeah, Theo, someone hurt me.” You pause. “It was you and your fucking bet.”

He freezes. “Shit. Who told you about that?”

You don’t want to— no, you can’t look in his eyes. “That girl, Tracey, and then Pansy filled in the finer details.” You’re arms are crossed now and he can’t hold you like he was before. “Is that seriously the only thing you care about right now— actually, obviously it would be because I’m just a bet, right?”

He opens his mouth to speak but you don’t let him. “Actually,” you continue. “I don’t want to hear it— just, have a good life, Theo. I’d say we’re over but I don’t think we really ever started to begin with.”

You walk away before you second-guess yourself and ignore as he calls your name. He doesn’t run after you, which you’re equally glad for and disappointed by.

God, you don’t think your heart has ever hurt this bad.

…..

You haven’t seen Theo in class for the whole week after you ‘broke up’; you’ve seen glimpses of him outside, always smoking, or eating in the Great Hall but it’s like he’s intentionally missing every class you have together.

He probably is.

He shouldn't have that right. You’re the one who gets to avoid him, he doesn’t get to avoid you.

You’re the one who got played like a violin and ended up battered and bruised.

You don’t see him for most of your days, but, when you do— when you look at him, his eyes are always already on you.

As a result the other Slytherin boys glance at you while he stares, because of how intensely he does so. You can feel his eyes burning holes into you at all times.

You try your best to ignore him as you stand to leave the Great Hall.

A boy stops you near the entrance, you think you recognize him. He’s the same year as you, and pretty nice as far as you know. His name is Lucas, you’re pretty sure.

“Hey.” Lucas says warmly. “How are you?”

He’s a bit close, and you’re sort of backed into the wall. You laugh awkwardly. “I’m alright, um, how are you?”

He smiles. “About the same,” he looks behind him and then back at you, same easy-going smile that isn’t easy the way Theo’s is. “Anyways, I was wondering… since you broke up with Nott, maybe you’d wanna go out sometime? With me?”

“She doesn’t.”

Lucas’s shoulders jump at the sound of Theo’s voice and he backs away from you and spins to look at Theo, whose standing there with a dangerous look on his face.

You glare at him. “Maybe I do want to.” It’s a challenge and Theo knows it.

Lucas sputters. “You know, I actually realized I’m busy, so…” he scrambles off after that you’re left with Theo.

You scowl at him. “Theo, what the fuck?”

“He’s not good enough for you.” He shrugs like he knows what’s good enough for you. Mr. Bet-Winner.

Your heart aches in your chest just looking at him. “And how would you know what’s good enough for me, Theo? because you sure as hell weren’t.”

He scowls now. “I treated you like you were a fucking princess, Y/n, all he would’ve done was treat you like a piece of ass.”

You huff. “A princess, Theo? None of it was even real!” You spin to walk away but Theo catches your wrist and pulls you back; he slips his other arm around your waist and pulls you right to his chest. Your faces almost touch.

Your breath hitches like the traitor that it is.

He pulls your hand up to rest on his chest, where his heart beats hard and erratically. “Does this feel fake to you?” Theo’s fingers dig lightly into your waist. “Do you honestly think that all of that— everything we said and did— meant nothing?”

His breath fans across your face.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and he’s the ice bucket that can save you— but your pride and anger are like the fires of hell; irreparable.

“You took a bet to make me fall for you, Theo, and lucky for you, you won it. How much was I worth, huh?”

He replies almost instantly. “I didn’t take any money, Y/n.” Theo breathes deeply and you feel his chest rise and fall, forcing yours to do the same.

“You— what?” You can feel your resolve cracking, the hope leaking through that somehow you were wrong.

“Let me explain the full story.” He waits for you to give him confirmation; you nod and he continues. “Yes, it started with the bet, and yes, I had never planned for it to last. It was cruel and mean, and I’m sorry. But the thing is, I didn’t anticipate that I would end up falling in love with you right back.” The words feel like a kick to the heart.

“But, on the other hand, how could I not? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you’re intelligent and funny, you laugh at all my stupid jokes. You love potions more than any other class and you’re really good at it too.” He stops. “Y/n, you’re perfect and I’m so, so sorry I never told you— or, even worse, that I did it in the first place.”

Your heart skips several beats. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh.” You’re at a loss for words.

He just looks you over, trying to assess what’s running through your mind like he always does. “Please forgive me, Y/n. I love you so much it hurts.”

You pull away from him and he reluctantly lets go, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

“You’re serious?” You ask quietly. “No bets this time? Nothing you haven’t told me?”

He shakes his head, giving you the saddest, puppy-dog look, unintentionally.

You’re silent for another long moment before, finally, you say: “you love me?”

Theo looks into your eyes. “God, yes.”

“Okay.” You say softly.

He straightens. “Okay, you’ll get back together with me or Okay, I don’t forgive you?”

You hold up one finger and he seems to understand because he pulls you back into him so quickly and presses his lips to mine; you kiss him back, and kind of stand there, kissing, for a long moment. Probably longer than you should’ve.

But you wish he never had to stop.

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[reysdriver]

Apple Of My Eye | E.M.

You and your coworker Eddie finally do something about your longtime mutual crush when he asks you out after a wild day at work — line cook!eddie x waitress!reader fluff

warnings: customer service nightmares, reader cries over it, I think that's it actually

words: 4.8k

The last thing you heard before shutting the walk-in freezer door behind you was a pan dropping to the floor and Eddie cursing loudly at no one in particular. You sat down with your back against a sack of potatoes beside the vegetable shelf. 

The tears that pricked at your eyes were free to run down your face now that you were in the privacy of the walk-in. It’s always been a good place to cry or scream if you were frustrated at work. 

You were slightly startled by the heavy door opening, but you knew you shouldn’t be; other people worked here too, of course. 

It was Eddie walking in, looking frustrated, though his expression softened when he locked eyes with you. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” He asked, letting the door close as he sat down next to you.

You scooted a bit to make more room for Eddie, but still brushed him off.

“I’m okay.” You sniffled, looking down at your feet. “Don’t you have a whole bunch of orders to fill?”

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He replied, which earned a smile from you. 

It was a true thing, Eddie would always take the time, even in the busiest of rush hours, to compliment you, or make you a special plate of fries, or just let you know that your makeup had smudged in all the haste. 

He never did it with anyone else, not to the same level, at least. All your coworkers used that as proof that he had a thing for you in the same way that you did for him, but you never believed them. 

“So, what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

There he goes, using that nickname that makes your heart soar. Now how could you not answer him after he asked as nicely as that?

“Some asshole got mad at me ‘cause I forgot he asked for no vegetables on his burger. He was calling me dumb and saying I’m a bad waitress and—”

“You’re not.” Eddie told you. “Don’t listen to him.”

 One look at Eddie’s pretty brown eyes told you he was being completely sincere, but you were still upset. 

“He was so mean, and he was kind of right.” You protested. 

Eddie shook his head. “Trust me, he’s not. You’re the only coworker I can stand, so you must be doing something right. Plus you just got your degree, so you’re not dumb.”

“It was community college, Eddie.”

“More than I have. Are you calling me dumb?” He nudged you slightly as he teased, and he was finally cheering you up. 

“No.” You shook your head, a bashful smile starting on your face. 

“Good.” He smiled too, happy that his mission of cheering you up was complete. “Now, I would wipe your tears, but my hands are probably covered in oil so I’m gonna need you to do it for me, okay?”

You nodded and used your index finger to wipe the tears under your eyes and on your cheeks. 

The line cook had his eyes trained on you when you looked up back at him, your eyes still glossy but your spirits higher. 

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better.” You admitted with a soft smile. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“Anytime, princess.” He attempted to stifle a groan as he stood up, then stopped before opening the metal door. “I’ll tell Robin to cover your tables for a bit, so don’t worry about getting back to work. You can stay here as long as you want.”

After thanking him again, he flashed you a smile before exiting the freezer room. 

You stayed sitting there, replaying the conversation you just had once over in your head. Once you felt you were composed, you dusted off your clothes and reentered the kitchen. 

Though, as soon as you left the freezer, you could hear shouting coming from the front of house and you knew exactly who it was. 

See, after Eddie left the freezer, when you were busy wiping your tears, Eddie rifled through the receipts to find exactly the guy who made you cry. Not that he needed it anyways, it was obvious who the asshole was when he walked out to the tables and saw some angry looking loser picking at his french fries. 

Now Eddie was in the middle of shaming the man in front of the whole diner. 

Customers had their heads turned to watch the public scolding, and all the staff had paused their duties to stare from the sides of the room as well. 

“What the hell’s the matter with you? You’re a grown man and you can’t even bear to pick some tomatoes off your burger? You need to whine about the lingering taste of fuckin’ lettuce and make your poor waitress feel like shit?!” Eddie shouted at the guy you were serving. “You better give her one hell of an apology, you hear me?!”

The man nodded pathetically, clearly shaken by the cook’s rant. He probably couldn’t muster up an agreement even if he tried. 

Robin, who you had stood next to while watching Eddie chew that customer out, turned to you. She hardly looked flustered at all, since she was used to the diner’s usual activities. 

“And you still doubt that he likes you back.” She whispered with a smugly raised eyebrow. 

Eddie looked around the room for a moment and noticed you were there. With an outstretched hand and a soft voice, he beckoned you towards him and the man at the booth. 

“Sweetheart, can you come over here for a second?” He asked, ever so politely. 

You obliged and walked over to him, holding your breath as the threat of crying again was still there. 

Standing at the end of the table, Eddie’s gaze panned from you to the slightly terrified man sitting down. 

“Now’s the time for that apology, dickwad.” Your coworker gritted. 

The man struggled to look you in the eyes as he stuttered out some words of regret. “I’m sorry— Er, I’m sorry for complaining about the burger and saying all that rude stuff, too. I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on you.”

The line cook looked over at you, gauging your reaction. “How was that?”

You nodded and flashed him a tiny smile, then told the customer that you accepted his apology. 

“Good.” Eddie declared. “Now I’ll go make you a plain, boring burger. And if you’re really sorry then this pretty girl better see a damn good tip when you finish your meal, got it?”

The man nodded meekly once again, and Eddie seemed satisfied with that. He walked back on over to the kitchen while you made your way to your other tables, and the rest of the diner resumed eating and conversing—definitely discussing what just happened.

For the rest of his meal, the man was nice to you. Avoidant for sure, but nice nevertheless. And when he paid, he left a whopping twenty dollar tip and left in a hurry. 

Now that the lunch rush was over, you checked the kitchen for Eddie, then Jonathan informed you that he was out back taking a smoke break. 

You thanked him, and headed to the back exit of the building where you knew the cook spent a part of every shift. Sure enough, he was standing right next to the door with a cigarette in hand. 

“Hey, princess,” Eddie said, exhaling a cloud of smoke away from you. “what are you doing back here?”

You smiled at him and fished the twenty dollar bill out of your pocket to display it. “That guy you yelled at left me a pretty nice tip. Here, it’s yours.”

He shook his head and held out a hand to gesture that he couldn’t take it. “No way, you deserve it. Fuckin’ least you should get after having to deal with that asshole.”

You laughed at his dismissal and tried offering again. 

“Come on, you practically mugged that guy to get this money, you have to take it.”

He looked at you with a slight grin, but you couldn’t decide if his expression was that of smugness or entertainment. 

“You can hold out that cash until your wrist falls off, I won’t take your money.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, sincere but still purposefully overdramatic. You put the bill back in your apron and quickly counted out ten ones that you had earned from other tables, then held those out instead. 

“You should at least have half. I can’t let you leave with nothing. If you don’t take it now, I’ll follow you around all day, begging you to take it.” 

Eddie cocked his head to the side and smiled. “As tempting as that is, sweetheart, I can’t steal you away from your job like that. I’ll take that money, but I’ll be spending it on you.” 

Your heart fluttered at Eddie’s flirting, which was far less subtle than usual. You had to bite the tip of your tongue to prevent yourself from grinning ear-to-ear. 

He reached out to take the cash, but he was still grinning mischievously. 

“With my half of the cash, I wanna take you on a date, if you’ll let me.”

Holy shit. You never thought he’d ask. And you had expected even less that he would ask in such a gentlemanly manner. Eddie was the type of guy to accidentally tell his boss to fuck off after coming into work hungover, not use the phrase ‘if you’ll let me’. 

“I’d like that.” You responded, way more chill than you had expected your reaction to be. “Anything you have in mind?”

“You trying to expose the fact that I’ve thought about this before?” Eddie smirked, which in turn caused you to blush even more than before. “What time do you get off work tonight?”

“Seven, and you?”

“Same. We can rent a movie and I can make you dinner at my place?” 

Shit, Eddie thought, I don’t remember the state I left my trailer in. 

He tried recalling how messy he left his home, quickly so he could take back the offer if needed. 

“Yeah, sounds great.” 

Too late now. But as nervous as he was for you to walk into his trailer and see a bunch of dirty dishes and laundry piles, the feeling of glee he felt because you said yes was trumping that a hundred times over. 

“Perfect.” Eddie said, stamping out his burnt cigarette. He opened the door back to the restaurant and held it open so you could go first. “After you.”

“Thanks.” You said, barely able to hide your giddy grin. “I gotta get back to my tables, but I’ll see you at seven.”

You both parted ways with matching smiles, hoping the rest of your shifts fly by faster than usual. For the rest of the day, you seemed to have an extra pep in your step while you waited tables. 

As seven o’clock approached, you passed off all your tables to other coworkers, told Steve and Robin you wouldn’t need a ride home, and headed to the washroom to fix your hair and touch up your makeup. 

Once you were satisfied, you headed to the locker room, where Eddie was standing casually against his own locker. His bored expression morphed into a bright look when he saw you walk in. 

“Hey.” Eddie said as you opened your locker and put away your apron. “Ready to go?” 

You nodded, and he opened the door for you once again. Such a gentleman when he wants to be. 

“So, any movie ideas?” He asked as you both got into his van. 

“Something fun.” You told him. “Maybe something like Ferris Bueller's Day Off or Splash?” 

“Anything you want.”

For the ride over to the video store, you listened to the radio—a station with both pop and rock—and chatted about everything under the sun. 

Once you got to Family Video, you headed towards the comedy section whereas Eddie got distracted by a display of staff picks near the front. He called your name, and you turned around to see him holding up The Texas Chain Saw Massacre with a simper. 

“This can be fun, don’t you think?”

You shook your head. “Not if we’re eating tonight. I’ll throw up everywhere. And that’s not the kind of thing that earns a second date.”

He put it down and walked towards the aisle you were standing in. “So you’re already thinking about a second date, huh?” 

You rolled your eyes and went back to browsing the shelves. Your eyes landed on a familiar favourite, so you grabbed it and held it up to show Eddie. 

“Clue, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you couldn’t do murder movies?”

“No, I just said I couldn’t do that one. This one is hilarious and agreeable.”

“Alright. Hand it over, I already promised to pay for whatever you want.”

You give the tape to him like he asked and you both walk over to the cashier, a teenager who looked extremely disdainful about his job. Eddie pulled out some of the cash you had made him take earlier and placed it on the counter. 

Once the transaction was over, you thanked both Eddie and the bored worker, then you headed back out to Eddie’s car. 

“So, what meal are you going to spend the remaining five dollars and something cents on?” You asked him, buckling yourself as he rolled out of the parking lot. 

Eddie always hated his seatbelt, but he put it on after you—’cause of that damn new law they put in last year.

“I’ll put that in my pocket and save it for the next date. I already have all I need for dinner at home.”

You hummed, slightly surprised. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” You shrugged. “I just wouldn’t have pegged you as a chef outside of the diner. You always seem like you’re done with cooking forever when you clock out.”

“You’ve got me there.” Eddie responds. “I only cook at home when it’s for someone else. When I’m alone, my meals are mostly toast and canned pasta.”

“So who else were you planning on cooking for? You said you have all those ingredients.” That was half teasing, half genuinely curious about Eddie’s personal life. 

“My uncle, actually. I cook him dinner once a week, mostly ‘cause it proves to him that I can eat healthy.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“What can I say?” Eddie shrugged dramatically. “I’m just a sweet guy.”

Once you arrived at Eddie’s trailer, he was relieved to open the door and see that his place hadn’t been left in shambles. The place wasn’t as neat as he would like for a first date—especially one with you—but it was good enough. 

“So, this is it.” Eddie said, arms outstretched like a real estate agent. “You want a tour or is that just for stuffy old people?”

“I’ll take a tour.”

Eddie was kind of hoping you didn’t say that. The trailer was small and he was a little embarrassed. But he supposed it was his own fault for asking in the first place. 

“Alright. Here’s the living room, it’s where I smoke and watch TV.” 

You let out a giggle at the bluntness of his tour. He was glad his joke (half-joke) didn’t fall flat. 

“And you can follow me three feet to the kitchen, which is where I make good meals for others and crap for myself.”

He opened a cupboard full of canned food and snacks for the realtor effect, then did the same with the fridge. He waved a hand near it like a magician showing off a box that no longer contains a woman in a sparkly leotard. 

“We can then move on to the bathroom. It’s got a shower with mediocre water pressure, a pretty average toilet, and a sink that’s covered in toothpaste—don’t look at that, actually.”

You kept walking to the only other real room in the trailer, his bedroom. It was about the size of the kitchen area, and it was very distinctly Eddie. All the walls were covered floor-to-ceiling in posters for metal bands and movies he likes, every surface was covered in snack boxes and ashtrays, and he had one incredibly cool guitar hanging in the middle of his wall. 

After staring at the room for so long that you probably had at least one wall memorised, you and Eddie both realised you hadn’t spoken in a while. 

“This is where the magic happens.” Eddie said, not quite as smoothly as he was going for. 

“The magic?” You teased. 

He thought for a second, then clarified. “Not that kind of magic. I just make music and write Dungeons & Dragons campaigns.”

“That can be pretty magical.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah, but not as magical as the dinner I’m about to make for you. If you’re not excited already, you should start.”

You both left his bedroom and Eddie instructed you to relax in the living room and turn on the TV to something you could use as a backdrop while Eddie cooked. 

While he made dinner, you sat comfortably on his couch and chatted with him from the other room. You got to know each other, more than you do at work. Eddie told you about his band and how they play at The Hideout, you told him about your time at community college and your friends outside of the diner. 

“Alright, soup’s on.” Eddie announced, setting two plates on his kitchen table and inviting you over. “Actually, it’s not soup, it’s chicken parm.”

“I appreciate the clarification.” You sat down in the seat closest to you. “It looks good. Smells amazing too.”

And it really was as amazing as it seemed. Although you were no stranger to Eddie’s cooking, all you’ve ever had made by him was diner food. Of course, the diner food was great, but this was another level. You weren’t sure what set it apart; maybe it was just the quality ingredients and lack of yelling while cooking. 

Once your plate was almost empty, Eddie asked if you wanted dessert too. You were slightly confused as you hadn’t seen him make any dessert to go along with the meal, but you agreed anyway. 

“Did you make dessert?” You asked after he stood up. 

“Nope, but I’ve got all the ingredients, so I can make it now.”

“Oh.” You suddenly felt bad, even though he already offered and went through with making you food. “Well, I don’t want to put you out. We can just watch—”

“It’s okay. I don’t have the ingredients for anything fancy. Just the simple stuff.”

That made you feel a little better. You were still curious, but for a different reason now. What could Eddie make quickly to pair with that fantastic dinner. 

You watched as he pulled out Oreos and gummy worms. Was he making a child’s favourite snack as your dessert?

“What are you planning there?” You asked him. 

Then you saw him open the fridge and pull out chocolate pudding cups, then it all clicked in your head. 

Holy shit. Worms and Dirt. 

That was absolutely not what you were expecting, but it was definitely a welcome surprise. 

“I was thinking about just serving up sliced apples and peanut butter along with some cheesy pick-up line like ‘you’re the apple of my eye’, but I figured that would scare you away.” 

“I don’t think that would scare me away.” You told him. “In fact, I would have found it cute. But I’m happy with the pudding.”

Eddie was quite flattered by that, though he tried hard to not let it show. You could definitely see a blush on his cheeks and the corners of his lips turning upwards, as much as he covered it up.

“You ever had Worms and Dirt?” He asked, opening up the Oreo pack. 

“Yeah.” You answered from your seat at the table while he scraped off the cookie filling. “My mom used to make it for me when I was a kid.”

Eddie stopped preparing the food for a second as he turned and gave you a genuine smile. 

“Me too.” 

After that, Eddie went back to making the dessert, the happy expression still lingering on his lips. 

“I’m almost done, do you want to pop the movie in while I’m finishing up?”

You nodded, then waltzed over to the living room to start up Clue. While the opening credits rolled, Eddie took a seat next to you on the couch and spread out a couple bowls and several pudding cups on his coffee table. 

He handed you a spoon and gestured to the setup in front of you two. 

“I figured we could do like a make-your-own thing, just ‘cause I always find one is never enough, and then you can choose your portions, you know?”

You hummed in agreement. “It’s a pretty good idea.”

Eddie then pointed to the bowl in between the cookie crumble and gummy worms. Inside that one was the creme filling he had just scraped out of the Oreos. 

“Oh, and that’s for you.” 

Just like Eddie earlier, you were super flattered but didn’t want to show your cards. You thanked him for saving you the best part, and then the two of you made your desserts and brought your attention to the movie. 

Somewhere along the way while watching it, you and Eddie had moved from your spots on opposite ends of the couch to meeting somewhere in the middle, wrapped up with each other. 

You were pressed against his side with a hand on his back and an arm around his abdomen. He had his arm slung around your shoulder, and you liked it. He liked it too. And truth be told, you had both pictured yourself before in this exact position—among others. 

As Wadsworth dramatically ran through each murder and event of the night, Eddie subtly looked down to see your entertained expression trained on the TV screen. 

Even though Eddie quite liked the movie you were watching, he liked you more. He was trying to think of a way to make a bigger move on you instead of actually paying attention. 

He was about to do it too. Just as his hands started to wander, there was a knock at his front door that caused you both to back off of each other and turn your heads that way. 

“It’s probably just some kid looking for weed. I’ll be back in a second, you don’t need to pause it.” Eddie told you as he stood up.

“Okay. Hurry up or you’ll miss the ending!” You told him. 

He opened the door and sure enough, it was a kid looking for weed. Some high schooler, maybe seventeen years old. In one hand, he had a couple crumpled bills, and the other one was in his pocket. 

“Someone told me to come here for… stuff.” The kid said to Eddie. 

“Okay, how much do you want?” Eddie replied. 

The boy looked confused, thinking it through. 

“I don’t know.” He finally answered. “I was just told to bring money.” 

“Okay, well I’ve got someone over and you’re wasting my time a little bit. How about you just hand me that money, and I’ll bring you whatever that’s worth?”

“Okay.” 

The kid handed over the cash and Eddie told him to stay at the door while he counted the money and walked over to his bedroom. 

He came out with a small baggie in his hand and flashed you a quick apologetic grin before facing the kid again. 

“There you go. Enjoy.” 

Eddie shut the door behind him and walked back to the couch to sit with you again, just as the movie was wrapping up. 

“I’m sorry about that. I was hoping tonight could go interrupted, but that’s never the case, right?” 

“Yeah, it’s alright. I didn’t know you still dealt.”

The staff at the diner was pretty close-knit, and you had heard lots about Eddie selling drugs in high school, but you had figured that was in the past. You weren’t judging, though. People do what they can to pay the bills—you were both working in a diner at the edge of your crappy town, you know all about that. 

“I don’t really. Just from time to time, I guess.” Eddie shrugged. “Does that bother you?”

“No. Everyone’s gotta do what they can in life. I don’t have a problem, as long as you’re okay with it.” 

“Cool.”

You both just looked at each other for a second, not sure what to say now. Eddie missed the perfect opportunity to make the move he wanted to make on you earlier, and now the movie was over. 

You both silently cursed yourself for not doing what you really wanted to do earlier, but the mood was interrupted by a kid at the door wanting to get high. 

Although you wanted to stay at Eddie’s place for longer, you knew the night was coming to a natural end. 

“I should probably get home soon. I have work in the morning.” 

Eddie was mentally kicking himself for not doing anything earlier, but he definitely wasn’t going to try and convince you to stay since he was aware how that could make him seem. 

“Yeah, okay. I can drive you home.” He stood up and grabbed his car keys from the counter. “You know, Steve’s probably already getting his beauty sleep or something.”

You thanked Eddie and strolled over to him, who was holding the door open for you. 

The two of you walked out to his van, and you slid into the same seat where you had begun the evening. Eddie sat down next to you and flashed you a quick smile before starting the car. 

The ride back to your place was, for the most part, quiet and awkward; it was a sad change from the chemistry you were feeling just an hour ago. 

When you arrived back home, Eddie stopped the car, but you spoke before you got out and the night would be officially over. 

“Thanks for tonight, Eddie. I think we should do this again.”

He looked flustered for a moment. It was no more than a second, but you caught it anyway.

“Well, thanks for saying yes, sweetheart. Are you doing anything Sunday?”

“I have a shift in the morning, but I’m done by the early afternoon.”

“Perfect.” Eddie smiled. “I’ll think of something for us to do then.”

You unbuckled your seatbelt as you badly masked a grin. 

“Okay. It’s a date.”

Eddie opened the door on his side, and so you followed suit. 

“You want me to walk you back?” Eddie offered. 

You stood a foot and a half away from Eddie beside his van and looked back to your apartment building. 

“Steve and Robin are probably pressed against the peephole right now, so I don’t know.”

Eddie ran his hand through his hair and shook his head amusedly. “Ah, I see. You’ve already got people looking out for you?”

You hummed, biting your lip softly. 

“So…” You trailed off. 

“So?” Eddie raised an eyebrow. 

That’s when you finally took your chance. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s cheek, just by the corner of his mouth. 

You backed away, and Eddie seemed flustered but happy, so you knew it went well. 

“Thanks again. I’ll see you at work, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie said quietly. “See you.”

It wasn’t often that Eddie flustered like that. Usually he was calm and collected, or at least yelling, if we’re talking about being in the kitchen at the diner. But very rarely did Eddie blush, and that’s exactly what he did after you kissed him. 

He guessed that it made a lot of sense that you could be the one to make him feel things that no one else can. 

Eddie watched as you walked over to the front of your building and gave him a wave before going inside. His thoughts were moving so fast, he can’t even remember if he waved back. Damn, he hopes he waved back. 

Then, as soon as you were inside and you were both out of each other’s sight, Eddie had to let out his excitement. He took a step out and threw his head forward, shouting at the top of his lungs. 

He stopped the moment he realised you might be able to hear him, and quickly went back into his van. Then he started shouting inside the privacy of those metal walls. 

Eddie was really excited about seeing you tomorrow. 

Little to Eddie’s knowledge, you were just as excited as him, if not even more.

[imagine-you]

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 2/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Something Wally mentions in the meeting with Maddie's friends catches your attention. Word Count: 1.8k Author's Note: The new episode gave me ideas. I have no one to blame but myself. Spoiler alert...it's body shots.

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What you had with Wally was new and exhilarating and sometimes terrifying. You were learning new boundaries and territory, seeking places to step where you couldn't before. You hadn't told the others about your relationship, because you didn't want them to scrutinize it, but you knew it was only a matter of time before someone found out.  

Secrets had a bad habit of coming to light when you were dead. 

Now that the dam had broken, it was like you couldn't get enough of each other. You were both focused on helping Maddie, but whenever you got a spare moment, you found each other. Wally had taken to surprising you by pulling you into classrooms and making out on desks. You made use of janitor closets and locker rooms and on one memorable occasion, the rooftop of the school.  

You felt breathless as you stared up at the night sky with Wally's fingers intertwined with yours. You hadn't bothered to put your shirt back on, sure no one would manage to find you up here.  

You turned your head to see Wally already watching you. Besotted was the first word that came to mind and you felt like you were floating.  

"We've got to go soon," Wally reminded you.  

"I know," you sighed, turning towards him so you could hook a leg around his and wrap an arm around his waist. You let your head rest on his shoulder, your fingers tugging briefly on the drawstring of his sweatpants. "What do you think it'll be like? Trying to talk to Maddie's friends?" 

"Weird," Wally responded with a laugh. "Worst game of telephone ever." 

You had to concede he had a point. Telling Maddie to tell Simon to tell whoever what you said did sound a bit tedious. But it was the only connection to the living you had and figuring out how to get Janet back to the school so Maddie could get her old life back. You would do anything to help Maddie get the opportunity you would never have, even if it meant rolling away from Wally's warmth and touch to grab your shirt where he had thrown it earlier in his haste to get it off you.  

You held Wally’s hand up until you were right outside the auditorium. You let his hand slip from yours, sending him an apologetic smile, before you opened the door. You walked into the auditorium to see chairs set up on the stage. There were four arranged off to the right that had pictures of Charley, Wally, Rhonda, and you taped to them. There were another three chairs set up and then two others off to the left that you assumed were for Simon and Maddie.  

"Aw, come on," Wally groaned when he saw the layout of the chairs. "We're not even sitting next to each other." 

"We'll survive a few minutes apart," you promised him before sneaking a quick kiss. "Let's just do this." 

Wally nodded his head, already trying to get his head in the game, before he bounded up to the stage.  

You sat beside Rhonda and enjoyed her sarcastic remarks at the expense of Maddie’s friends, even adding in some of your own just to get her to laugh. You knew she was having a hard time after visiting her scar and getting her to simply smile felt like a personal triumph.  

You noticed Wally glancing over at you from time to time, but you were worried if you looked at him that you wouldn't be able to stop.  

The group was trying to decide how to get Janet back to the school. You thought about it for a moment before leaning forward in your chair.  

"What if we tell her Mr. Martin is gone? I mean, we're pretty sure that's what happened, right? If she knows he's out of the picture, at least for now, maybe she'll come back here." 

"Oh, uh, Y/N is talking now," Maddie informed Simon, pointing helpfully at your chair.  

Simon squinted, as if he was trying to see you, and nodded his head. You knew he couldn't see you, but his eyes were fixed right where your chest was, and it made you just the slightest bit self-conscious.  

"Hey, dude," Wally interrupted, snapping his fingers at Simon. "Show some respect! Stop staring at her y'know," he said, gesturing towards his own chest.  

Charley glanced over at Wally in surprise, but Rhonda turned and arched a brow at you.  

"Interesting," she commented.  

Maddie relayed your message to Simon before she changed the subject, leading to other ideas being presented. Xavier brought up salt as a way of creating a barrier to keep Janet contained.  

"He's clearly the brains of the operation," Rhonda observed with an unimpressed roll of her eyes.  

"Salt's not going to do anything," Charley added, looking like he wanted to laugh. "Unless you plan on doing body shots with Janet and hoping she cowers in fear." 

"Damn, I miss body shots," you heard Wally chime in and you finally ended up glancing over at him in surprise.  

Your surprise turned into contemplation and from there a plan hatched.  

The next evening, you waited until Wally was distracted by the others before you left in search of what you needed. Typically, you would have grabbed a bottle of tequila, some salt, and limes. But you were stuck inside a high school, so you would just have to settle for the best you could find.  

You started in the principal's office where all the best contraband was stashed. You didn't find tequila, but you did find an emptied water bottle that had been refilled with vodka. Next, you tried the cafeteria and found lemons and a knife. Salt evaded you, but when you tried the teacher's lounge, you did find sugar packets. It wasn't the best combination, but it would have to do.  

Either way, you were sure Wally would love it.  

You reconvened with the others and sidled up to Wally.  

"Meet me in the auditorium in fifteen minutes," you whispered to him before making your exit again.  

There was a booth at the back of the auditorium where the light and sound control boards were kept. It was half past six and the drama club had already vacated the premises, so you were guaranteed to be left alone. The whole reason you picked it was for its promise of seclusion, but also the couch that was tucked into the corner of the booth. You had stolen a blanket from a teacher's classroom and draped it over the floor. The vodka, sugar, and lemons were spread out on the blanket like an offering.  

You waited on the couch until Wally found you twelve minutes later.  

"Hey," he started, looking from you to the blanket and contraband on the floor. "What's all this?" 

"Well," you said, standing up and approaching him. "You said you missed body shots, right? So, I thought..." you trailed off, letting him put the pieces together himself.  

Even in the dim lighting of the booth, you could see Wally's eyes darken with want. Before you knew it, he was crowding into your space, cradling your jaw in his palm, and pulling you into a kiss. The kiss grew heated and Wally had your shirt rucked up under your arms, his hands holding you at the small of your back and between your shoulder blades, keeping you close to him. 

"Wait," you gasped, breaking the kiss.  

Wally groaned, letting his head fall to your shoulder. He pressed a light kiss to the crook of your neck.  

"C'mon," you coaxed, trying to usher him over towards the couch.  

"Right," Wally agreed, letting you push him down onto the cushions. "Just got distracted," he admitted with a grin up at you.  

You felt yourself flush before you turned and grabbed the supplies. You handed him the lemons and knife. "Cut those for me," you instructed him while you grabbed the sugar packets and vodka.  

You joined Wally on the couch, reaching out to grab the blanket and drape it over your laps in case you made a mess. Wally dropped the knife on the floor and then handed you a lemon wedge. You gave him a sugar packet in exchange. Before you could put the lemon wedge in your mouth, Wally was in your space again. He nosed along your jaw before finding your neck and licking up from your collarbone to just below your ear.  

You shivered, feeling want surge through you, before he gently tipped your head to the side.  

"Got to make sure it sticks," he murmured, before he opened one of the sugar packets and let it pour over your neck. You felt some of the granules tumble down and land on the blanket, but most of it stayed where Wally intended.  

He was quick to fit his mouth to your neck again, eagerly lapping up the sugar and even taking a moment to suck a kiss into your skin.  

"Wally," you breathed, knowing that you were on a tipping point. Either Wally would take a shot or you would abandon the plan and let him have you now.  

"Sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all, before he twisted the top off the bottle and took a swig. He hissed before letting out a delighted laugh when he noticed you put the lemon wedge in your mouth, the rind smooth and bumpy against your tongue. He fit his mouth to yours, pulling the lemon into his mouth and sucking on it, before he spit it out onto the blanket.  

Before you knew it, your back was on the couch and Wally was over you. He kissed you, letting you taste the tang of lemon and sharp sweetness of the vodka and sugar as he licked into your mouth.  

"So good," he groaned into the kiss. "You're so good to me," he whispered before trailing his kisses back to your neck. You could feel him trying to get all the sugar free, chasing the sweetness stuck to your skin. "Can't believe how lucky I am." 

You grinned helplessly up at the ceiling of the tech booth and let your fingers run through Wally's hair. You tugged playfully at it and he nipped at your skin in retaliation, sending a shiver down your spine.  

You let Wally continue until you knew you were going to have one hell of a mark high up enough on your neck that you would have to find a scarf somewhere to cover it up.  

"Come on," you said, pushing lightly at his shoulders. You had let Wally have his fun and now it was time to have yours. "It's my turn," you told him when he refused to budge.  

That was enough to get Wally up and reaching for a sugar packet. You couldn't help but laugh watching him so eager to let you reciprocate.  

Wally might have felt like he was lucky, but you were the one who had truly lucked out with him. As you grabbed the lemon wedges where they had fallen to the floor, you hoped you would get to show him every day of your afterlife just how much you really loved him. 

Author's Note: If you would like to see more, have something you would like me to write for this 'verse, or want to be tagged in future updates, please let me know!

[kisswoniie]

·˚ ༘ ❝OFF LIMITS❞·˚ ༘

ジェイ ˖ 𝑓em!r .. sister’s bf jay! —suggestive. smut. set in 1989

tw: mdni (18+). making out. fingering. cheating. love bites. oral [fem receiving]. garage sex. safe sex.

note: he’s a sexy guitarist 🤤 and both a bit trifling (all love tho ♡) also VERY lightly inspired by relationship between melissa and spencer hastings.. just without the p*dos. 5k word count….

It was two years ago… “You seriously have no shame, do you?”Your sister’s angered words rang through your bedroom. You just stared at your sister through the mirror, you knew if you tried to explain it wouldn’t matter, but you did it anyway. “He kissed me first,” you say simply. “You knew he was mine, Y/n”A pause. “Did he? clearly he didn’t if he’s kissing me.” Your sister huffed, so angry she couldn’t even put words to argue back. That was boyfriend number two.

You came back out of your memory from two years back when your sister walked in with a man you’ve never seen before. Your sister had many after boyfriend number two kissed you but none of them interested you, ever since boyfriend number two she couldn’t help but tell you each time she brought a guy over that he’s off limits. Did you want boyfriend number two? Yes. Did you expect him to kiss you? No. Did you like it? Yes. It’s kind of the blessing and curse of being in your older sister’s shadow. Getting your sister’s cute boyfriends but never seeming to get one on your own. You look to the both of them, your sister holding his hand, feeding him a grape.. his guitar case with the writing Jay on it and then they disappeared to her bedroom.

Nights later, it was a family dinner. You don’t get why mom was preparing a Michelin five star dinner, your dad then explained to you that your sister was inviting Jay over. You sighed. The dining room smells like steak and potatoes. You sat across from Jay, your napkin folded neatly in your lap, you tuck your hair behind your ear and pretend not to notice Jay’s eyes flick at you. He’s wearing a black button-down shirt that still somehow looks wrong in this house—too sharp, too dark, like he doesn’t belong in suburbia. Like he knows it too. Your mom is rambling about her book club’s latest drama, while your dad sips wine and makes polite jokes about Jay’s “rockstar lifestyle.” Your sister beams at Jay like she’s already picturing the wedding. Probably why all exes left so early.

Your mother’s halfway through grilling Jay about his job—if you could call late-night gigs in dingy venues a “job”—while your father tries not to grimace at the tattoos trailing down Jay’s hands. He handles it well though. Cool. Calm. A smirk in the corner of his mouth like none of this matters. “So,” your mom says, “how did you two meet?” Your sister beams. “Through friends. He’s in a band, actually.” “A band,” your dad echoes. Jay clears his throat, voice low and gravelly. “Lead guitar and vocals. We mostly do small sets, but we’re working on recording.” “And you plan to do that… long-term?” your mom presses.

Your sister can’t help it. “Mom,” she cuts in, a slow smile tugging her lips, “you should hear him play. He’s really good.” Jay glances at her then. Quick. Sharp. Like he wasn’t expecting her to say anything at all. Your eyes lock in with his for just a beat too long. Your sister doesn’t notice. She’s too busy defending Jay’s “artistic ambition.” you take another sip of water, your cheeks warm. You should look away, you just can’t. Finally after an hour, he left. Your mom, your sister, and you cleaned up after dinner while your dad watched tv.

“He’s… an interesting choice,” your dad mutters from the living room, half watching TV but still engaged. “I didn’t expect someone like him for Y/s/n” Your mom sighs, wiping down the counter. “He’s a bit… unconventional, don’t you think?” You snort softly, but your sister catches it. She looks up, annoyed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You shrug, putting down a water glass. “It’s just… he doesn’t exactly scream ‘future diplomat’ or ‘successful lawyer,’ you know? I didn’t expect him to like someone so… vanilla.”

Your sister narrows her eyes. “Vanilla? Are you serious?” Your mom chimes in, looking at you with a pointed look.“I always thought you’d bring home someone more, well, polished. You’ve got such refined tastes. You know, the kind of guy who’d be a good influence on your future.” You can’t help it. A quick glance toward the door where Jay just left, a sly smile curling your lips. “I didn’t expect you to be the one slumming it with a guy like him.” There’s a brief silence. Your sister’s face hardens as she hands a dish to mom, clearly trying to keep her frustration in check.“Y/N,” her mom warns, but you shrug. “Don’t act like you don’t agree.” You say before going back to your room.

Couple weeks pass by, every time Jay came over it was small things. Small touches, tiny stares… little things you tried to ignore. It was Tuesday when you went to work at the video store, the store is dead. It’s always dead on a Tuesday night, you were behind the counter when the chime of the bell rang as someone opened the door. You don’t even look up. “If you’re here for the porn, it’s over in the 18+ section. don’t ask me for recommendations.” you say with a hint of boredom.

“oh- that’s not.” the man says, your head snaps up. Jay stands in the entrance, hands shoved into his worn black jacket, eyes scanning the shelves like he’s actually looking for something. He’s not. You know it. “Did Y/S/N send you?” You asked, leaning against the counter. “Nope.” He saunters closer. “Was in the neighborhood.” “And you just happened to wander into my place of work?” He smirks. “You’re not that easy to bump into. Thought I’d make it easier on myself.” The last time y’all spoke was over dinner, with your sister’s hand on his thigh under the table. This feels different. Too quiet. Too close.

“You should be careful,” she says, sliding a tape back into its case. “If Y/s/n finds out you’re flirting with me, she might dump you before you finish your next song.” He shrugs, taking slow steps toward the counter now. “I wasn’t flirting.” “Right,” you say, raising a brow. “and you just so happened to stumble upon my job like a stray cat.” Jay leans in a little, just enough to make your pulse kick. “If I was flirting… you’d know. Now about that porn.”

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re stupid.” you say before you both chuckle softly, looking into each others eyes than looking away. He clears his throat and heads towards the door but stops with his hand on the handle. “You gonna tell her I was here?” “Why would I do that?” you ask, softly smiling. “You’re just a customer.” He smirks before heading out the door. You exhaled, you didn’t even realize how long you were holding your breath while speaking to him.

It was 10 pm when you clocked out, 10:25 when you got home. Your family was all doing various things in the living room. Your sister on the couch, scrolling through her phone, legs tucked under her. She glances up. “Work suck?” “As usual,” You say, heading to the fridge for a soda. “Except this guy came in. Super cute. Tattooed. Very musically inclined he seemed.” Your sister barely reacts. “You get guys like that in there?” “Not usually,” You says, twisting the cap off your drink. “He was kind of charming. A bit nonchalant.” Your sister snorts. “Sounds like your type. You shrug, hiding your smile behind the bottle. “I guess.” After that you went to your bedroom, blushing a bit from thinking about Jay at the video shop just letting your sister sit there blissfully unaware.

Ever since Tuesday, it’s become a thing. Jay starts coming in every few days, never quite admitting he’s there for you, but you both know. Sometimes he rents a movie. Sometimes he just leans on the counter and talks music—The Cure, Joy Division, Mazzy Star. You tells him which directors are overrated. He tells you which albums changed his life. He never mentions Y/s/n. Neither do you.

One Tuesday night, you’re in the back corner, re-shelving DVDs with a stack of the store’s naughtier titles. The fluorescent lights hum above your head, and you’re crouched down, sorting “Erotic Thrillers” from “Foreign Adult.”“Wow,” Jay says, suddenly standing at the end of the aisle. “Didn’t know you moonlighted as a porn fairy.” You jumped, clutching a shrink-wrapped tape to your chest. “Jesus. Warn a girl next time.”

“Sorry but I didn’t expect to find you restocking the premium titles.” Jay’s voice teases behind you. You turn and find him standing just a few feet away, eyes dancing with amusement. “Someone’s gotta do it,” you mutter, sliding a tape back onto the shelf “Perverts have needs too.” “You calling me a pervert?” “If the shoe fits.” Jay steps closer, eyes flicking to the shelves behind you, then back to your face. “Didn’t think you’d be shy about this stuff.” “I’m not.” You replied, before the silence snuck in. It wasn’t a bad silence, more like a silence of just enjoying each other’s presence.

“Y’know,” he says, softer now, “I like coming here.” “To the porn section?” He gives you a look. “To talk to you.” Your breath catches. The air feels thicker suddenly, the kind of quiet that crackles.Jay leans back against the shelf across from you, arms crossed, a teasing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth—but his eyes are softer now. Curious. “You ever actually watch any of these?” he asks. You shrug, still crouched by the tapes. “Watched a few for the plot.” “Bet you’ve got a top five.” “You’d be surprised,” you murmur, then goes quiet for a second. The playful air shifts—just slightly—and when you finally speak again, your voice is quieter. Almost like you’re saying it to the floor. “I didn’t think you’d like me… not after what Y/S/N has probably told you.”

Jay straightens a little, his brows pulling together. “Y/S/N hasn’t told me anything about you.” Your eyes flick up to his, guarded but sharp. “That’s probably on purpose,” you say with a dry laugh. “Most of the guys I’ve been with were hers first.” Jay doesn’t react—not with judgment, not even surprise. He just watches you, and that silence is deafening.“Not like I planned it,” You go on. “They just… looked at me differently. Or maybe I made it easy. I don’t know. Either way, I’ve got a reputation that probably makes me the punchline of some family joke.”

Jay doesn’t move for a long moment. Then he says, low and steady: “Doesn’t sound like something to joke about.” You huff a soft breath. “No? ‘Y/n the rebound’ doesn’t make you laugh?” He shakes his head. “Sounds more like Y/n’s the one they actually wanted.” The tension settles heavy between them, but it’s not sharp anymore. It’s warm. Charged. Like something dangerous in a velvet box. You swallow. “You should go.” Jay doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink. Just stands there like you didn’t say anything at all. “Y/n,” he says slowly, voice low enough to make your skin prickle. “Why do you think I keep coming here?” Your breath catches. You know the answer, but you don’t want to be the one to say it. “You’re bored. You like the attention.” “No,” he says, taking a step forward. “I like you.”

The air snaps between them. You back into the shelf behind you, tapes pressing into your spine, heart thudding loud in your ears “Y/s/n…” you whisper, like saying her name might stop this from happening.

But Jay’s already closing the space, slow, deliberate. His hand brushes your jaw, thumb ghosting over your cheek like he’s checking to see if you’ll flinch. You don’t. “Tell me to leave,” he says, breath warm against your lips. You don’t. The kiss hits hard. It’s not gentle. It’s the kind of kiss that says I shouldn’t want this but I do anyway. His mouth crashes into yours like he’s been waiting weeks—because maybe he has. Your hands twist into the front of his jacket, dragging him closer, mouths clashing, breath mingling in that too-warm aisle of sin. His fingers tangle in your hair, yours slip under his shirt. You moan—quiet and quick—and that’s what makes him pull back. Just an inch. Just enough to breathe. “Shit,” he mutters. You lean your head back against the shelf, chest heaving. “Yeah. Shit.”Neither of you say anything else for a second. You just look at each other. Wanting. Regretting. Wanting again. Finally, Jay steps back, raking a hand through his hair. “I need to go.” “You think?” “Yeah.” He turns and walks off this time, fast—like if he doesn’t leave now, he won’t. You stay there in the adult section, lips bruised and hands shaking, already knowing you’re in deep.

Tuesdays pass. No Jay. He stops showing up. No visits, no smirks, no band banter over faded VHS cases. You pretend not to care. You pretend so hard it’s exhausting. Y/s/n doesn’t notice—why would she? To her, Jay was never more than a boyfriend. To you, he’s a secret burned into your mouth. You finds yourself organizing the horror section slower. Watching the door longer. Wondering if that one kiss scared him off or scared him too much.

You find out where he practices by accident—Y/s/n mentions something in passing about Jay’s band being loud as hell on weeknights. A quick walk. One wrong/right turn. A familiar beat rattling through a cracked garage door. You show up Thursday night, late enough it’s just him. His car’s out front. The garage is cracked open just enough to spill music and warm yellow light onto the driveway.

You knock once. No answer. You push the door open. He’s tuning his guitar, head down, shirt half-sweaty and worn. He doesn’t look up at first, assuming it’s one of his bandmates.“Hey,” You say softly. His head lifts, expression caught somewhere between surprise and defense. “You stalking me now?” “I came to apologize,” she says, stepping in, hugging something to her chest. A plastic VHS case. Jay sets his guitar aside but stays seated, brows furrowed. “For what?” “For… kissing you. Or letting you kiss me. Or wanting to be kissed. I don’t know. All of it.” A beat. “Do you regret it?” he asks. You look at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “No.” He exhales, something between relief and frustration.“Then what’s the apology for?” You shrug, stepping closer. “For scaring you off, I guess.”

You hand him the tape. He takes it without looking at the label. “What’s this?” “Almost Famous. You said it’s your favorite. Thought I’d try saying sorry without kissing you this time.”Jay runs his thumb over the label, then looks back at you. There’s that tension again. Familiar. Magnetic. “You still work Tuesdays?”“Yeah,” you say. “Same time.” He nods once, like he’s already made up his mind. “I’ll see you then.” You nod, taking up on what he said, then leaving him to attend to his guitar.

It becomes a routine again. Every Tuesday night, Jay shows up around the same time—sometimes with snacks, sometimes with a new band to talk about, sometimes with a guitar slung over his shoulder, like he couldn’t even wait to go home first. You guys don’t kiss again. Not yet. But the way you talk? It’s quiet intimacy. It’s deep-in-the-aisles laughter. It’s watching Almost Famous after closing with his arm just barely touching yours on the counter. “You’re still not over Penny Lane,” You tease one night. “You’re not either,” he shoots back. They don’t talk about Y/s/n. But that silence starts to mean something different now.

One night over dinner, Y/s/n stabs at her salad and says it out loud. “I think Jay’s pulling away.” The room quiets just a touch. Your mom glances up, fork pausing mid-air. “Pulling away how?” “He barely calls anymore. Doesn’t ask to hang out. Always has band stuff. And when we are together, he just seems… somewhere else.” Your dad exhales through his nose. “Well, sweetheart… he’s an interesting choice. You’ve always gone for a certain kind of guy. This one felt… different.” “Not in a bad way,” Mom adds quickly. “Just not what we pictured for you.” “What—because he’s not going to law school?” Y/s/n snaps, voice sharper than usual. “No, because he’s not for you,” You want to say—but don’t. You just keep your eyes on your plate, pretending you’re not eavesdropping while your heart is thudding like it knows it’s guilty. Your mom reaches out, touches Y/s/n’s hand. “Maybe it’s just run its course. You deserve someone who shows up. Someone who fits.” Y/s/n doesn’t say anything, but her eyes flick to you for a second. Just a second, you swear your stomach did a somersault.

Jay’s garage door is cracked open again. You slip in like it’s second nature now, carrying a paper bag with snacks and a copy of The Lost Boys under your arm. He’s already setting up the TV in his garage, tangled wires and dusty speakers, looking effortlessly undone in a worn T-shirt and joggers. “You bring the horror?” he asks, smirking when you drop the movie beside the VCR. “Always,” you say, then sits cross-legged on his futon like you’ve been doing it forever. The lights go off. The movie starts. But neither of them is really watching. Ten minutes in, you speak, voice quiet but sharp enough to slice through the static. “Y/s/n thinks you’re pulling away from her.”

Jay doesn’t answer right away. Just lets the vampires on screen talk for him. “She told the whole family over dinner,” You add. “Said you don’t call. Don’t ask to hang out. That you feel… far.” Jay shifts on the futon, eyes still on the screen. “Is that what she said?” “Not exactly. But close enough.” He finally looks at you then. Really looks. “You think she’s wrong?” You swallow, your throat tight. “I think you stopped showing up for her on purpose.” Jay leans back on his elbows, watching you in the flickering light. “And I keep showing up for you.” Silence. You stare at the TV, heart pounding. “She’s your girlfriend.” “Was,” he says quietly. “If we’re being honest.” “Not officially.” “You want me to wait until it’s official to want you?” That hits you hard—too honest, too close. You don’t answer. You can’t. Jay shifts forward, gently tugs the movie case from your lap and sets it on the coffee table. “We can still watch the movie,” he says, softer now. “But if we do… don’t lie to me the whole time.” You look over at him. “About what?” “About how bad you want this.” And for once, you don’t lie.

And then it slips. Not because you meant to say it, not because you planned it—but because it’s been sitting just beneath your skin for weeks. “I do want this,” you breathe. His eyes lock with yours. “I want it,” you say again, voice shaking now. “I need it.” you lean forward, forehead almost brushing his. “I need you.” That’s all it takes. Jay’s hands are on you—your waist, your cheek, pulling you in like gravity made him do it. Your mouths meet, this time slow and deep, like you’re memorizing every second. Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer, swallowing whatever guilt or fear was still lingering in your chest. The movie plays on in the background, but you’re not watching it. Too busy feeling. Wanting. Finally giving in.

Jay kisses you like he’s starved for it—like he’s been imagining this in the quiet moments between songs, in the back of every Tuesday night conversation. His lips trail from your mouth down to your jaw, then lower, finding the curve of your neck. He lingers there, sucking gently, tongue tasting your skin like he wants to brand you.

You arch into him, breath catching as his hands slide up your sides, finding your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. He palms them slowly, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they harden beneath his touch. “Fuck,” you whisper, half a gasp, your hips shifting against his thigh. He shifts too, leg slipping between yours, guiding your left leg up and over his with just enough pressure to open you up for him.

It’s tight—barely enough room on the old futon, but you both don’t care. Your back hits the cushions, and he leans over you, kissing you hard again, his weight pressed just enough to make your body burn. His hand trails down, fingertips slipping under the hem of your skirt. “Is this okay?” he murmurs against your mouth. You just nod, already breathless. His fingers find the soaked fabric of your panties, rubbing over your slick heat in slow, teasing circles that make you squirm. “You’re so wet for me,” he mutters, voice thick, eyes locked on yours. “I’ve been wet for weeks,” you fire back, half-laughing, half-moaning as he slides your panties aside. His fingers inside you. Two of them—slow and deep at first, curling just right, like he already knows exactly how to touch you.

Your eyes flutter shut, lips parting in a soft moan as he fucks you with his hand, thumb circling your clit in time with the rhythm. “Jay…” you breathe, hips rocking against him, hands in his hair, dragging him down for another kiss. He groans into your mouth, the sound low and desperate. “I’ve wanted this since the second I saw you in that stupid little uniform behind the counter,” he admits. “Wanted to ruin you right there in the store.” “Then do it,” you whisper. “Ruin me.”

Jay shifts down so his mouth hovers just above your inner thigh. Your breath hitches, the heat between your legs a roaring pulse. His lips brush your skin—a whisper of contact—tracing slow, teasing circles up toward your center.

He parts your folds with a gentle thumb, then presses a soft kiss right where you ache the most. You arch up, hands tangling in his hair, as his tongue flicks against your soaked slit. “Fuck…” you moan, voice thick. Jay doesn’t answer with words. He answers with his mouth—lips wrapping around your clit, tongue swirling in delicious, precise patterns that make your knees tremble. Every flick of his tongue sends fireworks through your core; every suck on your pearl drives you closer to the edge. You grip the futon cushion, hips lifting to meet him, pressing your body into his face. He groans against your flesh, one hand sliding up your thigh to keep you steady while the other curls into your hair, pulling you down for deeper access.

“Jay…”your voice cracks, half-demand, half-prayer. He answers by suckling your clit, then flicking it hard with just the tip of his tongue. You cry out, shivering as pleasure coils tighter and tighter. “Look at me,” he murmurs, lifting his head just enough so his eyes lock with yours through the haze. “Let go for me.” Your breath stutters. Your vision swims with stars. You throws your head back and arch, clenching around nothing and everything at once. “I’m gonna—”

Your words cut off as the wave crashes.Jay holds you there, lips and tongue racing over your sensitive flesh, drawing out your orgasm until you tremble to form another thought. Your body shudders, hips jerking, nails digging into his shoulders. When you finally come down, he straightens, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh. You’re breathless, flushed, utterly spent. He slides back up, meeting your gaze with a slow, satisfied smile. “You good?” he whispers. You can only nod, mouth dry, heart pounding so loud you’re afraid he can hear it.

Jay brushes a strand of hair from your face and leans down for a lingering kiss—slow, intimate, as if sealing the moment between you two. The garage futon might be small, the world outside complicated, but right now, there’s only this: two bodies tangled, two hearts racing, and the soft rhythm of your breathing in the dim light.

Your chest is still rising and falling when you open your eyes and see him watching you—his lips slick, his pupils blown wide, his restraint barely hanging on. “You didn’t have to do that,” you say, voice still shaky. “Didn’t I?” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again, slower this time, deeper. You taste yourself on his tongue, and it only turns you on more.

Your fingers move to his waistband, tugging at the elastic of his joggers. “You’re not gonna leave me like this, are you?” “Wasn’t planning on it.” You slide his pants down, palms dragging along the sharp lines of his hips, and his cock springs free—hard, thick, already leaking. Your eyes flicker up to his. “Jesus.” He grins. “Still sure you can handle me, baby?”“I’m about to prove it.” You wrap your hand around him, pumping slowly, watching the way his jaw clenches as he groans low in his throat. He leans over you again, kisses you so hard it bruises, then lines himself up between your legs.

“Condom?” he breathes against your mouth. You nod, fumbling for your purse on the floor and tossing him the small silver wrapper. He rips it open, rolls it on with shaking fingers, then settles between your thighs again, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushes in slowly—inch by inch—watching your face, waiting for any sign of hesitation. There isn’t one. You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as he stretches you open, filling you completely. “Fuck,” he grits out. “You feel so good—so fucking tight.”

“Move,” you plead, legs wrapping around his waist. And he does. The futon creaks beneath them, small and cramped, but they don’t care. His rhythm starts slow—deep, controlled thrusts that leave you shaking—then faster, harder, as your bodies find the perfect tempo. He fucks you like he’s claiming you, like every snap of his hips is a confession he hasn’t dared speak aloud. Your moans grow louder, your thighs trembling around him, and he presses his forehead to yours. “You feel that?” he pants. “That’s what you do to me.”

You pull him down into another kiss, messy and gasping. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He doesn’t. And when you cum again—clenching around him, breathless and ruined—he follows right after, groaning your name like it’s the only one he knows. You both stay like that for a moment, tangled, sweating, hearts pounding out of sync. Then Jay rolls off you, breath still shallow, arm draped across your stomach. “So,” he mutters. “Guess Tuesday nights just got a little more complicated.” You laugh softly, staring up at the ceiling. “They were never simple to begin with.”

Jay’s hand is still resting on your hip, fingers tracing lazy shapes against your skin. “What happens now?” he asks, voice low, uncertain. You don’t answer. You just stare at the ceiling, heart pounding, the weight of what they’ve done pressing down hard—but not harder than the way he looked at you a few minutes ago.

You turn your head toward him. “Tuesday,” you whispers. “We see what happens Tuesday.” He nods. Just the heavy silence of a garage, the fading hum of a record spinning somewhere in the corner, and two people who know they’ve just crossed a line they can never uncross.

leah’s note: hey cuntresses! this took fucking forever but i hope yall enjoy and if it’s too long girl i don’t blame you for not finishing.. HAPPY BDAY JAY! LOVE YALL

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Aemond is the Prince Regent

English is not my first language, be kind.

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•Warnings: incest, p in v, smut, oral (m), taking of sexual themes, smut, chocking, talking of wounds.•

OC!Aemond x Sister!Reader

He looked at the doors of the council room, just waiting for her to enter. 

He was enraged.

He liked how everyone in the meeting seemed to be afraid of him.

Yet not everyone.

He was to be feared. He enjoyed the glances of horror of the people who looked at him as he walked in the keep.

Yet, he believed he could summon him, with haste.

Even more, due to his brother's decision, he had to put up with that toad.

He clenched his jaw as he looked at the doors opening.

Finally. Some peace.

“Brother.” Her voice sounded like a melody to his ears. Almost enough to seath his anger.

Almost.

She walked closer, calmly, keeping her hand clasped on her lap.

“You do not look… content.” She said as she walked closer, until she stood in front of him, laying back on the table.

“Mh.” He looked up at her, as he leaned back on his seat, his leg thrown over the other.

“You look quite comfortable on your chair.” She commented as she looked down at him. “Eman ryptan, ao might daor umbagon konīr syt bōsa. Īlva lēkia glaesagon se paghagon.”

-Yet I have heard, you might not stay there for long. Our brother lives and breathe.-

He sighed and looked away.

“Syt sir.”

-For now.-

“Kostā daor pryjagon zirȳla arlī.”

-You cannot strike him again.-

He looked back at her.

“Do you think I’ve summoned you here to tell me what I’ve already known, sister?” He hissed, annoyed by her pointing out the obvious.

He already knew that.

“No, I don’t.” She answered, taking his hand in hers, bringing it to her mouth to kiss it. He hummed in appreciation, looking how her lips pouted to kiss his skin, how soft they felt on his hand. He shifted in his chair, spreading his legs.

“Ao gīmigon skoros naejot gaomagon.”

-You know what to do.-

She looked at him through her lashes, then, without much hesitation, she knelt in front of him.

“They’re stressing you, brother?” She asked as she started palming him through his trousers, gently. He sighed as he let his head lean back, closing his eye.

“They listen. Most of them. Some still don’t respect my opinions. My choices.” He said as she slowly started to undo his trousers, pulling them down just enough to be able to slip a hand under his undergarments and take his cock in her soft hand, pulling it out in the light. Her mouth watered immediately at the sight. Thick and pale. She just had to move her hand a bit, to see it grow to all his longness. 

“You’re always so ready for me, brother…” She mumbled as her gaze never left his cock. She darted out her tongue to lick his undershaft from the base to the end, wrapping her lips around his tip, sucking gently.

He groaned as he moved his hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair gently.

“Everything for my sweet sister.” He looked down at her, meeting her gaze full of lust and admiration. “Now take care of me.” He clenched his hand on her hair, pulling her down on his cock. 

As much as he loved her, he was in no mood for gentle.

She immediately complied, taking his cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him as she moved her head up and down and in circles, keeping not a much fast speed, but focusing on the intensity of her movements.

Aemond’s body jerks at the contact of her tongue, a low, guttural moan escaping from his chest. 

“Yeah... that feels so good." He grunted as he tightened even more his grip on her hair.

She hummed around him as she kept her hands on her back, sucking hard on him, moving her head up and down, her movements getting faster.

He moaned loudly, his head thrown back, his hand pulling on her hair instinctively

“You’re so damn good at that." he mutters, his voice thick and rough in pleasure. He pulled her off his cock for a moment, so he could bend down and look at her face, her chin already wet in saliva, her eyes seemed lost as she looked at him with a smile. He squeezed her jaw with his other hand, pulling her to his face so he could kiss her, feeling in her mouth his own taste. He grinned as he pulled back from the kiss, yanking her back down on his cock, that she greedily took again in her mouth, sucking and hollowing her cheeks, as his hand guided her movements now.

“Was my sister born to suck my cock? Mh?” He growled as he started to push her past her comfort level, pushing her head down enough to make her gag around him. She moved her hands up, wanting to put them on his thighs, but he quickly moved them away.

“Hands behind you. Don't make me repeat myself.” He warned her, watching her as she clasped her hands behind her, clenching them into tight fists as he kept using her mouth, pushing his cock as far as it could go.

He cared for his sister, he really did. Unlike their brother or their nephews, she had always been kind and sweet to him. She didn’t care if he was different.

“I am different too, you know?”

She whispered to him one night, after he had isolated himself in the library, humiliated once again by one of their nephews' jokes.

She had always taken care of him, way more than even their own mother did.

He still remembered how she ran to him, hearing about the fight at Driftmark. How she kept his hand in hers as she observed the Maester suing his eye.

He heard her chuckle ringing in the walls of his desert room.

He immediately froze, looking at her.

Not her too, please.

“Have you seen Luke’s face? It looked like a big dirty sack full of air.” She chuckled.

He remembered smiling at her foolish comment, her words, somehow, reassuring him that she would have always been by his side.

She had always been composed, intelligent and kind. Their brother once told him he would have rather marry her instead of Heleana, because she was prettier, easier to bed.

His control snapped all of the sudden.

She was his. His alone.

He pushed her head all the way down, until her lips touched the base of his cock, her nose pressed against his pubic bone, and the sound of gagging escaped her throat repeatedly.

“Suck it.” He growled. “I know you can do better sister, are you here to relieve me or enrage me even more?” He hissed as he bent down, closer to her head. She whined as she coughed around his cock, he could hear her choke, trying desperately to swallow around him as she tried to breathe through her nose.

He moaned as he let himself fall back on his chair, letting her rise lightly, but only to keep her and thrust his hips up, the tip touching the back of her throat repeatedly, making her whine every time.

“Sh-sh-shh…” He hummed as he kept thrusting up in her mouth, his movements quickly becoming more abandoned as he lost himself in the pleasure.

“Fuck— You’re gonna make me come, sister—“ He mumbled closing his eye shut. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his body, and she hollowed her cheek tightly, creating the perfect friction to make him tumble over the edge.

“Fuck— Seven Hells, swallow it— Don’t you dare waste a drop—“ He growled as he pushed his hips up, pulling her down. She whined loudly as her hands stayed behind her, taking all he gave him. He relaxed back on the chair, watching her raise his head the moment he retrieved his hand from it. She looked at him with her cheeks wet of tears, and chin of saliva, smiling as she showed her white painted tongue. He smiled down at her as he caressed her cheek, looking at her swallow.

“My sweet sister.” He praised as she leaned her face towards his hand, seeking attention like a purring cat.

She was scared to enter. She had heard from the Maesters that his brother's situation was delicate, cryptical.

She had only seen him when he returned from Rook’s Rest, still with his armor on, melted on his skin, clinging to him like the last thing he would have worn in his life.

Yet he lived.

She couldn’t tell what she was feeling at the moment. It was a mix of contradictory emotions.

She was… happy? That her brother was alive. She was anxious that he might remember, and ruin Aemond. She was angry, because he could have died and spared himself his life as a Futile King. She was scared of his condition. She was scared to not be able to look at him anymore.

Even more, she was scared to look at him, and despise Aemond for what he did.

She was sad. Because his brother was hurting.

She took a deep breath, walking in the King's chambers, finding her mother sitting not so far from the bed, and Aegon resting. She didn’t let herself linger too much on him.

She couldn’t yet.

“Mother.” She said, walking towards her. Her mother sighed as she looked at her, standing up to step closer. 

“Did Aemond tell you anything?” She asked her.

“No, the Maester did.” She pointed to Aegon.

“No…” She sighed, looking to the side. “Not that, my girl.” Her mother looked down as her daughter’s gaze grew confused.

“Then what, mother?” She asked, intrigued.

To be fair, she and Aemond did not talk a lot when they met in the council room. Though she used her mouth a lot.

“He released my seat at the council.” Her mother admitted.

So he did it.

“I’m sorry, mother.” She simply said, looking down as well.

“You know Aemond.” Her mother stepped closer, putting a hand on her cheek to raise her head, to make her look at her. “You know him well, since childhood. You might know his pain better than I ever did-“ She grabbed her harm to pull her even closer. “Please. You must help him. This anger he keeps for the Blacks will only ruin us all.” 

She looked at her mother for a long moment.

So that’s how she did it? She suddenly understood why Aemond couldn’t bear her anymore.

“I do not know much, mother.” She stepped aside. “And you know just as much that Aemond is not one to be… redirected.” She looked back at her. “Do you not trust his education better than Aegon’s?” Alicent stepped back, looking at her.

“Aemond might be well educated, but he’s young.”

“Just two years older than Aegon.” She pointed out, making her mother scoff.

“He is reckless. He is not plotting a war but a revenge. His revenge.” Her mother stepped closer again.

“Won’t that do us good? If his revenge will make us win the war, farewell.” She spoke calmly.

“Do us good?” She repeated, shaking her head. “We have to win a war, yes, but this- This is not-“

“Do you still care for the enemy, mother?” She interrupted her before she could say anything more. Her mother pressed her lips together.

“Your brother needs peace.” She simply said before walking out the room.

“Jace, stop!” She laughed out loud, rolling on the ground.

“Why do you want me to stop if you’re laughing so hard?” Jace chuckled as he sat over her, tickling repeatedly on her sides.

“Stop! My belly is hurting!” She kept laughing, trying to roll away from his hands, but to no avail.

“She said stop!” Suddenly, Jace disappeared from over her, she saw him on the ground, Aemond on top of him. 

“Aemond-“ She mumbled as she moved her hand towards them. She got lifted up from her armpits from someone behind her. When she looked around she saw Aegon smiling down at her.

“Aegon? Why is Aemond hurting Jace?” She asked, arching her brows in confusion and concern.

“They are just boys, little one.” He raised his shoulders. “Let them have their fun.” He put his arm around her shoulders.

“Fun? Is that fun?” She asked as she looked back one last time before her brother walked her away from the garden, back inside the Red Keep. 

“It’s their fun.” Aegon explained, as he guided her through the hallways that she still had trouble orienting herself in.

“I want to try that fun too!” She clapped her hand, looking up at Aegon as he smiled down at her. 

“Then we’ll try, little one, I promise.” He assured her. 

It took her a while, but then she moved in the room. She walked on the other side of the bed, raising her eyes slowly.

He looked…

She couldn’t find a word to describe it. She covered her mouth with her hands as she sat beside him.

“Brother—“ She sobbed, surprising herself with her tears.

Aegon slowly opened his eye, rolling it towards her. 

“Brother—“ She grabbed his hand carefully, keeping it in hers.

She had plotted many times with Aemond behind Aegon’s back. They drew the perfect plan.

But it was never Aemond to hurt him. Always the blacks.

Al they would have done was… push him towards his death, carefully.

“I’m sorry—“ She whispered. She was overwhelmed. Fear, sadness, even betrayal. She knew Aemond hated his brother deeply, but never, never, she truly expected him to do something like this. 

A pang on her stomach made her almost throw up.

Should she be scared? Should she fear Aemond too?

“I’m sorry, brother—“ She sobbed as she leaned down towards him, careful not to touch any of his wounds.

“L-lit-little o-one—“ She heard his weak, broken voice, almost a whisper, and it only saddened her more.

“I’m sorry-“ She sniffled “P-please-“ She mumbled as she looked back up at him. 

She felt his hand squeeze her back.

She breathed in deeply, trying to compose herself again.

“D-do you remember…?” She asked weakly. She looked closely at him, she saw how his eye slightly widened.

Suddenly, all she felt was fear.

“No.”

Liar.

The doors opened, and she quickly pulled back, standing up from the bed and wiping her tears before facing whoever entered.

“Sister.” She looked at Aemond, staring down at her with a hard gaze, his voice venomous. 

“Aem-“ She wanted to explain herself.

“Leave us. I’d like to have a word with our king.” He interrupted her as he looked away from her, his single eye focused on Aegon.

She looked back at Aegon one last time, seeing him still looking at her as she silently walked out.

She heard the door to her chamber open, but she didn’t even turn on her seat to know who it was.

“What were you doing with him?” His voice was calm, collected. 

So he was very angry.

“Can’t I visit our wounded brother?” She answered as she finished brushing her hair, standing up from her vanity in only her thin nightgown.

He quickly caught her arm, looking up in annoyance as he pulled to him, staring down at her.

“You were crying.” He stated.

“He stank a lot.” She simply said, to cover her affection towards Aegon.

“You do not fool me, sister.” He breathed out a laugh.

She didn’t answer, she simply stared at him with a hard glare, but his amusement was quick to change. He gripped her arm tighter, as he pulled her even closer, their faces mere inches apart.

“We are in this together, remember?” He hissed angrily, walking forward, pushing her harshly back, making her step back towards her bed. 

“Aemond stop-“ She warned, trying to free her arm.

“Stop? But you started this, remember?” He chuckled coldly. “So many years ago, you started this.” He repeated, as he threw her back on her back, making her land on the mattress with a gasp. “You don’t get to tell me no, now.” He crawled on top of her before she could move, sitting on her lap to keep her down. “Do you not love me anymore, sister?” He tilted his head to the side.

“Of course, I love you-“ She stated as she tried to slip away. He grabbed her hands and pinned them down the bed over her head.

“Then why all this struggle?” He asked mockingly as he raised her nightgown alway further, until her chest was exposed to him. “Why are you trying to move away?” He asked as his eye darted down on her tits, grabbing one in his hand, not so gently, and squeezing it. She whined as she kicked her feet, arching her back slightly.

“Shh… We can’t be loud here, sweet sister.” He hummed, as he removed his hand from her breast only to untie his pants, while the other kept down her wrists.

“Aemond—“

“Shut up.” He growled as he raised slightly only to pull his pants down enough to free his cock. He looked down at her tits as he slowly started to jerk himself, just enough to grow hard on her body.

“Just relax, sister.” He muttered, as he spread her legs with his knee, settling between her legs. He aligned his cock to her core, rubbing his tip over her clit only to see her squirm for his own pleasure, an amused smirk in his face. Then, he started to push inside her, even if she wasn’t wet enough to receive him, he kept pushing, making her squirm even more. “I’ll take care of you.” Said that, he spat down on his cock, thrusting inside her until her walls wrapped around him completely. He grunted lowly, opening his mouth at the pleasure of being finally inside her once again. Her tightness, her warmth welcoming him in the most delicious way.

“Gods, sister…” He breathed out as he looked down at her. “Why try to stop this-“ He begins to move his hips, his body driving into her with a slow and steady rhythm, as he pressed his forehead against her temple, looking down at her as her mouth opened, a string of moans coming out of her. “-If it makes you feel this good?” Aemond’s eye stayed fixed on her face, watching the expressions on her face as he moved against her. He could see the pleasure in her eyes, and the sounds she’s making only drive his need even higher.

He moves faster, each thrust driven by the primal need to take her, to keep her tightly on his side.

 "You feel so good, sister.” His voice hoarse with need. “So perfect." He punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts, his eye watching her reaction. 

“Seven- Aemond—“ She cried out as she pressed her lips together, trying to contain every sound that threatened to come out too loud. He laughed at her struggle, kissing her cheek softly, a high contrast between what he was doing to her. His movements kept growing faster, rougher, delivering himself every time with a loud slap of skin and juices.

"You're so tight, sister," His voice ragged. "It's like you're trying to cling onto me, holding me inside you." He groaned as he felt her clench around him. “Oh, you already gonna come?” He grinned. “Did sucking my cock keep you on the edge all day, sweet thing?” He leaned closer to her ear. “How much more until you start begging?” He continued to move, his pace getting more intense, his body rubbing against hers, his hands gripping her hip tightly.

“Oh— Gods, Aemond—“ She moaned as she panted. “You feel so good-“ She whined as she bent her legs, widening them more as she looked down, seeing how his cock was abusing her cunt repeatedly.

He let out a low, guttural moan at her words, her sounds driving him wild. "You feel so good like this... so tight—" He growled, the sound coming out feral and primal, his body pushing against hers with increasing force. 

"Aemond- Brother I— Lēkia!”

-Brother!- She arched her back violently, her body starting to shake all over as he felt her clench on him tightly. She could feel herself on the edge, the tension in her body ready to snap.

“Come for me, sweet sister. Māzigon syt issa.��

-Come for me.- He ordered, moving his hand from her wrists to her neck, squeezing tightly, and that, did it for her. She clenched her jaw tightly as she came around him with a high pitched scream, her hips jerking against his, her body tensing and relaxing by the force of her orgasm.

He gripped her hip tightly, the feeling of her coming apart beneath him sending a wave of satisfaction and possession through his body. "Yes— gods." He groaned in her ear, his body responding to the intensity of her orgasm, his own release close behind.

"I-I'm close-" he gasped out, his body moving against her with a frantic, desperate fervor.

"Gods, you're going to make me—ah-" His words were cut off as he lost control, his body tensing and shuddering as he pulled out at the last moment, keeping his hand on her throat as he quickly wrapped the other one around his cock, jerking himself furiously, drops of his sperm falling down on her stomach, tits , and a few even in her face.

He buried his head in your neck, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm, his hands gripping your body tightly as he rode out the waves of pleasure. "Mine. Mine. You stay on my side. You stay with me.”

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Dear, Mr. Manager (Twice NSFW Smut)

[ Sick Day Pt. 2 – See Pt. 1 ]

⚠️18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI⚠️

TWICE Momo Hirai x Manager!Male Reader

Tags: 3.9k words, wholesome, manager x idol, multiple creampies, phone sex, romance, mutual masturbation, caught in the act, date, squirting, slight comedy

"Hey girls... Back already?" you asked, Momo still impaled on your softening cock, her tits pressing against your chest. Jihyo, who was at the front, slowly and silently closed the door as the girls opted to wait outside till you two were done. You and Momo shared a quick and embarrassed glance as you both scrambled to get up and get dressed. However, the two of you weren't able to keep too far apart from each other, sharing a passionate kiss or two amidst the scuffle. Once you were done, you left the room as Momo stayed. She gave you a floating kiss as you left. Outside, you bumped into the rest of the girls.

"Mr. Manager!" Nayeon gasped as the others shook their heads in embarrassment and disbelief. "We expected so much better from you..." Tzuyu pouted, as she walked in with the others. Jihyo stayed behind, closing the door so the girls couldn't hear your conversation. "Y/N, I–I can't believe this..." she brought her fingers to her nose bridge, "...alright, what's done is done– I'll have a talk with Momo and see how she feels about this. If I get any semblance that she was coerced, or forced, or anything like that... You. Are. Dead. You hear me?"

Despite being her manager, Jihyo still knew how to strike fear into your heart. Perhaps it's the overall Muscle Mommy vibe. You nodded in acknowledgement of what she said. "Hope you two had a good time... we might have to request for new bedsheets now..." she sighed, waving you off. You watched as she entered the room before making haste back to your car. As you sat in your car trying to process the events of the day, you decided it was best for you to drive home and maybe give the girls some space for a bit.

About a week or so later, you get a text message from Jihyo. "Y/N, I'd like to schedule a meetup with you. It's important." Immediately, alarm bells started ringing in your head and you accepted the meetup request. As you arrived at the meetup venue, you noticed Momo and Jihyo sitting at a table. Oh shit, did you knock Momo up already? Damn, this is bad... You enter the venue and take a seat at their table, an awkward silence surrounded the three of you.

"Hello, Mr. Manager. Momo here has something she wants to tell you." Jihyo started, not doing much to help ease your anxiety about the situation. You braced yourself as Momo opened her mouth.

"Mr. Manager... I'd like to... pursue a romantic relationship with you..." Momo confessed. You sat shocked, your mouth agape. That’s it? Phew... "Momo... Are you sure? Have you spoken to Jihyo about this?"

"She has. And she is a grown woman, I can't really dictate who she wants to date, I'm not her mom. But I am here to make sure your managerial duties remain done appropriately despite being with Momo. Can we agree on that?"

"Yeah, of course. I think this will only keep me closer to you guys if you guys need any help or whatsoever."

"Good. I guess you two are dating now... Thank goodness for the lack of boundary–breaking paparazzi... I'm sure in some other universe, you two would be screwed."

"Well, we did screw each other~" Momo joked, Jihyo's face scrunching up as she cringed. "Momo, that's the worst attempt at a joke I've ever heard you say," Jihyo shook her head, playfully repulsed by Momo's terrible sense of humour.

You shared some last few exchanges before Jihyo got up, followed by yourself and Momo. As the three of you parted ways, you decided to take Momo out on a proper date. You booked a fancy restaurant, and drove Momo back to her shared apartment with Nayeon. You walked Momo up to her door as she went in to change, Nayeon gave you a flirty wave as the door opened, prompting a playful punch by Momo.

"Nice suit. You guys heading out for a date~?" Nayeon asked teasingly.

"Why yes, we are. Wanna come?" you returned the same attitude back at her. Nayeon nodded approvingly as she returned to her own activity. You couldn't help but feel nervous as you waited patiently. You've had your fun on that fateful day, but now it's the time to take things slow, and you didn't know if you were up for the challenge.

Suddenly, Momo walked out of her room, her hair flowing down onto her chest, wearing an elegant but dominating, figure–hugging blazer dress, she was absolutely stunning. Your heart skipped a beat as she approached you, her eyes lighting up at the sight of you. You stood frozen, your lips quivering.

"Momo... You look... gorgeous..." you complimented her, your eyes digesting her entire look. Nayeon gave the two of you a knowing glance as you extended your arm out to her. As Momo locked arms with you, you walked her back to your car and set off for the restaurant. Upon arriving, you were seated at your reserved table.

As you ordered, the two of you talked about everything – from your childhood to your dreams, and even shared your favorite movies, songs, and TV shows. It was a comfortable silence as you both laughed and enjoyed the small talk. The food arrived, and you took turns feeding each other, causing the other diners to give you judgmental stares.

The two of you decided to keep the PDA to a minimum as to not rile up the other guests. "Momo, are you okay with me taking this slow?" you asked, wanting to make sure she was up for a steady pace.

Momo swallowed her bite, setting the fork down before responding, "Of course. I appreciate you taking the time to get to know me outside the stage... especially since it felt like we skipped a few steps the last time..."  Her eyes shone with contentment and reminisce as her hands reached for yours under the table, her thumb caressing tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm excited to see what's in store for us," she added, her smile bright, showing her eagerness for the future.

As the night went on, you decided to end it with a little stargazing session. You drove to a nearby cliffside parking lot. The two of you climbed onto the hood of your car and gazed upwards into the forever–expanding vacuum that was space.

"I hope you had a good time tonight, Momo."

"I did, Mr. Manager..." she responded, her body leaning onto yours.

"Please, call me Y/N."

Momo gave you a wide and warm smile as she nodded. Before long, your lips connected under the starry night sky in a deep and loving kiss. A manager dating an idol under his name is often considered taboo, but who's really keeping up with the semantics of it all?

It was late and was about time for the both of you to get home. You helped Momo back into your car as you drove back to her apartment. "What's your address, Y/N?" Momo asked you. "I hope I'm not making you drive too far..." her burrows frowed in concern.

"Oh don't worry about it, Momo. I actually don't live too far away from you. So once I get you back home safe, I can just drive back to my place." 

"Momo, before we get to your place, I have a question for you. If we're gonna be together, I want to make sure we're on the same page. Do you want to keep this a secret for now?"

Momo thought for a moment. "I'm okay with that, for now. Let's keep it between us, Y/N." She gave you a reassuring smile, your fingers still entwined with hers as you drove. The two of you reached her apartment. After walking her up to her apartment, she unlocked her door. "You want to come in for a bit? I'm afraid that you might be too tired to drive..."

"It's alright. I'll be okay. Plus, I don't wanna bother Nayeon," your lips curled as you bid her farewell. But not before sharing a hungry kiss. You walked back to your car and drove back to your own apartment for the night. You went through your nightly routine before noticing you received several texts from Momo, with the inclusion of some spicy pictures.

You laid in bed, your phone illuminating the room as you scrolled through Momo's texts. You bit your bottom lip as you admired the pictures she had sent. Before you knew it, your phone buzzed, a notification that Momo was calling you.

Your heart raced as you answered the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N..." Momo whispered, her voice sensual and inviting. "I'm going to do something naughty~ Wanna see?"

"Oh? And what might that be?" You replied, trying to maintain your composure.

"I'm taking off my dress..." she whispered, as she turned her video feed on. She placed the phone on her bed, leaning against the wall as she continued, "...and I want you to describe to me how hard you're getting just by watching me~"

Your breath hitched, the sight of Momo sensually stripping before you, her body on full display, was enough to send a surge of heat to your cock. "Momo, just the thought of you standing there, your dress sliding down, revealing your beautiful body... Let alone getting to watch it? I'm already at attention, baby... Aching to be inside you..."

Momo continued to undress herself and before long, you watched as the dress she wore to your date fell, pooling at her ankles. "It's off, Y/N. I'm standing here, all naked for you... you're making me so wet just by talking to me~" her voice was breathy, her need for you evident in her tone.

Your breathing grew heavy, your hand already making its way to your growing erection through your boxers. "Fuck... I wish I was there with you, Momo... I would worship your body, starting from your neck, making my way down, tracing my tongue along your collarbone, kissing those gorgeous, soft tits... It pisses me off that I can't..."

Momo moaned out loud, "Yes, Y/N, keep going. Make me feel it."

"I'd take one of your nipples into my mouth and hold it steady with my teeth. I'd be sucking on it, flicking my tongue over it, making you moan. And then I'd move to the other one, repeating the same until you're begging for more."

"Oh, Y/N..." Momo's voice trembled, "Please, please continue..."

You watched as Momo shifted onto her bed, adjusting the camera so it would capture the sight of her beautiful flaps as she began rubbing her body, the distinct sound of fingers against skin. 

"Fuck... Y/N, don't stop..." Momo began pleasuring herself as you continued to paint her a picture of your desires. "I'd slide my hand down, my fingers now trailing along the crease of your waist, feeling the curve of your hips. My hand would continue down, arriving at your wet slit, my fingers now parting your soft folds..."

"Y/N– Y/N, please... I need more..." Momo's voice was desperate, her need for you tangible through the phone.

"I would slide three fingers deep inside you, feeling your walls clench around me. I'd thrust my fingers in and out, mimicking the way I'd be pounding you if I was there, our bodies moving in perfect sync, my finger sliding in and out, your moans getting louder and louder."

"Y/N– That's it– Mmmh~" Momo's moans grew more intense, "Y/N, I can't... I can't, I'm going to–"

Her voice cut off as she threw her head back. Her cries of pleasure echoed out in her room. You watched as she squirted onto her phone, her body succumbing to the pleasure you'd given her. That squirt turned you on so much that it sent your hand moving faster around your erection, your shaft slick with precum as you prepared for your own climax. "Fuck– Momo, your voice... I'm gonna c–cum..."

Your bodies were in sync, both of you reaching your peaks, the sounds of your climaxes filling your rooms, your breathing heavy as you both came down from your high. "Momo..." You whispered, your hand still wrapped around your softening dick.

"Y/N..." Momo replied, her voice hazy and spent. "That was... amazing..."

"Momo, I don't want to bother Nayeon, but if it's alright with you, I can come back over, and we can continue from where we left off."

Momo hesitated for a moment. "I... I'd love that. But please, be quiet. Nayeon's a light sleeper."

You chuckled, "Oh no... I'm not sure I'll be able to keep quiet while you're riding me..."

You hung up, quickly slipping into a pair of shorts, throwing your hard–on back into your underwear. You drove back to Momo's apartment, your heart racing as you approached the door. You messaged her to let you know you've arrived. A few soft footsteps later, Momo opened the door, her eyes wide in surprise. "You came back~". Her tone was playful, her gaze traveling down to the bulge in your shorts. You slipped inside, moving with the grace of a stealthy ninja. You smirked, "I'll do my best to be quiet, baby~" you whispered, as you stepped inside, closing the door softly behind you.Momo guided you to her room.

Momo's hands moved to the waistband of your shorts, yanking it down slightly as her hands gripped your erection. She began stroking it slowly. "Mmm... I can't wait to have you inside me, Y/N."

You helped Momo onto the bed, your lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss, your hands trailing down her body, exploring her curves as you kissed her. Your tongue dueled with hers, your bodies eager to have each other. You guided Momo to lie down, your hand moving to her core. "Momo, you ready?"

"Y/N, I've been waiting for you all night..." She replied breathlessly.

You grinned, positioning yourself between her legs. "I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you... Do you want me to take you?"

"Y/N, yes... Take me." Momo's eyes pleading with yours, her body inviting you in.

You lined yourself up with her entrance, letting out a slow but purposeful thrust, your body merging with hers. You both moaned, the pleasure between you unmistakable. Momo's hands gripping your back, her hips meeting with yours.

Pleasure coursed through you both, the delicious sound of skin slapping against skin, your thrusts deep, your hips rolling in sync with hers, your bodies lit by the moonlight streaming in from the window, the two of you coming together in a dance of passion. 

"Momo– you feel so good..." you moaned softly as your lips began to claim hers. You both reached for each other, your fingertips digging into her flesh, the two of you locked in each other's gaze, your hips slamming into each other, a carnal symphony of pleasure.

Your breath hitched, your release imminent. "Momo..." you stammered, your thrusts growing faster, your body trembling.

"Y/N... Do it, let go inside me... Fill me up... my dear, Mr. Manager~" Momo encouraged, her eyes bright with lust, the two of you hurtling towards the edge.

You met her gaze, your thrusts hitting harder, your release taking over, your body shuddering, her name escaping your lips, both of you melding together as you came, your body spasms rippling through you, your release coating Momo's insides.

Momo's body shivered, her moans mufflered by your chest, your hearts beating as one. You collapsed on top of her, your breaths heavy and ragged. You gazed into each other's eyes as you two let out a few more sultry moans. Your lips connected once more in a desperate kiss as you hear banging from the next room over.

"FUCK– Y/N– NNNGHH~!"

Both you and Momo turned your heads slowly towards the wall, your mouths hanging in confusion and intrigue.

"Mmmh– Fuck... Shit, I just squirted all over the floor–" the voice suddenly paused, "–wait, can you guys hear me?"

You turned your head away and chuckled as Momo pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes. Nayeon– have you been listening to us the whole time?"

The voice went silent for a little. "Yeah, you kinda woke me up when you guys decided to have phone sex."

You broke out into a hearty laugh, unsure to be embarrassed or amused by the situation. Momo seemed to be playfully annoyed.

"Goddamn– you guys should do this here more often... maybe let me watch... that'd be nice, yeah..."

As Nayeon ran off to grab tissues from the kitchen, you and Momo shared another deep kiss before drifting off to sleep in each others' arms. The following day, you woke up and slowly detangled yourself from Momo so she wouldn't be startled awake. You gave her a quick kiss on her forehead before draping a blanket over her nude body. You made your way to the bathroom to freshen up for the morning. On the way, you pass by Nayeon's room.

"Mmmh– Nngh– Y/N... Just like that..." she seemed to be mumbling something in her sleep. Following your shower, you lent a bathrobe and headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. About an hour or so went by and the two girls finally awoke, Momo first and then Nayeon. Momo looked well–rested but Nayeon had an expression you couldn't describe. She stumbled over to the seats at the kitchen counter and waited for Momo to shower.

"Good morning, Nayeon. How was your sleep?"

"Morning Y/N– I mean, Mr. Manager... I take it as only Momo and Jihyo can call you that... but I only managed to sleep at like 3AM."

"I appreciate it, thank you. Oh no, why's that?"

Nayeon rubbed her eyes, before folding her arms on the counter and dropping her head onto them.

"I spent the whole night touching myself... to you."

You froze for a bit, your cheeks flushed. What a forward girl... In a way, you admired her honesty... but maybe some extra PR lessons in case... "W–Well, I'm flattered. But you know my current relationship with Momo, correct?"

She nodded, her eyes struggling to open. "I just wanna listen, is all. It's hot– You're both hot."

Your mouth hung open for a little, unsure of what to say. She's so blunt– Just then, Momo sauntered out of the bathroom, the towel she had on wrapping around her curves. She gave a slight wink before heading back into her room to get changed.

You gestured for Nayeon to head to the showers since Momo is out. She groggily dragged herself off the counter and waddled over to the bathroom. You shook your head slightly, amused at the different personalities of girls you've found yourself managing.

As you laid the breakfast out, Momo waltzed out of her room and walked over to you. She gave the breakfast a big sniff before turning to you and wrapping her arms around your neck. She pulled you into a spicy kiss as your hands gripped onto her waist gently.

"Mmmh~ Good morning, Y/N~ Is all this for me?"

"Well, you've gotta share some of it with Nayeon."

Momo gave you a teasing pout before grabbing a plate and picking which dishes she wanted to take. She playfully wiggled her plump jeans–clad ass in front of you like bait on the end of a fishing line. Tried as you might, but you couldn't resist her allure. You grabbed onto her hips and quickly pulled your cock out from its confines.

"Sorry, Momo... You're just irresistible..."

"Oh–!" Momo gasped as she felt the sudden sensation of your hands on her hips. Her surprise slowly turned into desire as you began to bend her over the counter. She placed her plate on the counter as a smirk appeared on her lips.

Momo let out a low, sultry moan, "Oh, Y/N~" as you freed her from her jeans, her ass now bared for you. You gave it a tight smack before letting your cock prob her entrance, her slick walls eagerly taking you in. Her moans grew louder, her hips gyrating as you slid in and out slowly.

"Ahhh, Y/N~" she cried out, the ruffles on her shirt fluttering. They danced with each thrust as her tits swayed beneath her shirt, the sound of your hips slamming against her plump ass filling the room.

"Mmmm– Fuck, Y/N..." she moaned, her voice shaking. "You feel... so fucking good..." Her words were punctuated by gasping breaths as you slammed into her, the kitchen counter digging into her chest, her breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust.

"Gnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop..." Momo's voice was desperate, her hands clawing at the counter, her body tensing with each thrust.

Your pace was frantic, your thrusts driving her towards ecstasy, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Momo's moans escalating. "Fuck, Momo, I'm close..." you warned, your grip tightening on her hips.

"Y/N... Y/N, let it out... let it out inside me... Pump me full~" She begged, her voice thick with lust.

Hearing her request, you tangled your fingers in her low, messy ponytail and yanked it towards you, her head tilting back as her moans echoed. "Oh my, so rough~"

You hammered into Momo, your climax beginning to flow, the two of you approaching your own orgasms. Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around you. "Momo, I'm cumming..."

"Do it– Do it, baby~" she cried out. With that, your release took over, your thrusts hitting harder, your body shuddering. "Y/N~! Fill me up, Mr. Manager~ Pump all that seed into me~" your name escaping her lips as your release flooded her insides. Her body shivered, her moans muffling against the counter as you came together, your hearts beating as one.

You collapsed on her back, your breaths ragged. You held her close, lost in the afterglow. "Momo, you're incredible, I fucking love you..." you whispered, your heart racing.

The two of you slowly detangled and straightened yourselves out as Nayeon groggily walked out of the bathroom and back into her room. You helped Momo grab a plate of the breakfast you made, your lips connecting once more, your tongues exploring each other, savoring each other's taste. "Let's eat, baby," you said, gently guiding her to the table.

Momo's face was flushed, her eyes bright. "Yes, Y/N– let's eat." She smiled, the two of you sitting down to breakfast, your hands entwining as you enjoyed the morning calm.

Not long later, Nayeon joined the two of you at the table, grabbing her own plate. Her widened eyes suggested that your food tasted amazing. "Damn, Momo– you should have Mr. Manager here more often. We'd be eating so good."

You let out a chuckle as you finished your plate. You looked at Momo and asked if she'd wanted to join you to go run some errands. She nodded excitedly and went to grab her purse. You were left with Nayeon once more.

"Do you wanna come?"

"Oh– uhh, no thanks. I'll stay behind to finish the rest of the breakfast."

You both shared a laugh before Momo walked out with her belongings in hand. You stood up, locked arms with Momo and headed out. The two of you wandered around a nearby shopping mall together as you ran your errands. That was when you saw a familiar face.

"Mina?"

"Momo!"

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⊹ ࣪ ˖🐾₊˚ I DON'T PURR : 709 WRDS

INSPIRED BY @cloudbug08 ‘s CG LOGAN HEADCANONS ; DRABBLE |🐾| A/N : No one will ever stop me from making CG!/Dad!Logan fics. At all. Ever.

You’ve been regressed all day. Yesterday was a busy, stressful, overwhelming day, and now you’re coping with the stress. Logan is by your side, caring for you as usual. You lay on the living room floor’s carpet, tummy pressed to the ground, legs kicking up in the air. You breathe contently as you carefully color the page Logan printed out for you.

You could hear him in the bathroom down the corridor near the stairs. He was carefully grooming his hair while humming a tune that sounded a little too familiar. A soft smile crept onto your lips once you recognized it, it was the sound of your favorite cartoon’s intro. “I know that song,” you chirp, gaining a soft chuckle from the man. “You sure do, kiddo. So much that you’ve got me hummin’ it myself,” he replied. He set down the comb before letting out a soft sigh. The sound of his boots slightly clacking against the hardwood floor made you turn your head and giggle out of excitement when you see him. “Kitty hair! Kitty hair,” you exclaim. “Not kitty hair,” he corrected while shaking his head.

“Kitty hair” is what you’d call Logan’s hair any time he had it brushed up like little animal ears. As much as he denied that they were meant to be ears to represent any animal, he never truly cared that you called it kitty hair. He found it pretty cute and grew fond of the term.

“Can I pretty please play with it,” you plead, clasping your hands together. Logan shrugs in response. “I dunno, bubs,” he drags out playfully. “Pretty please? I promise I’ll get that one spot behind your ears that you really like,” you add in an attempt to get him to accept your request. He looks down at you sweetly, hands on his hips, one eyebrow cocked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” he groans dramatically, feigning annoyance. “But you gotta clean up all that arts and crafts stuff you got going on.”

Without hesitation, you nod in agreement. You start to clean up your crayons and coloring pages with haste. Within minutes, you’re done putting everything up, now sat on the couch waiting for Logan to come lay his head on your lap. You stretch your hands out to him grasping the air between you two. “Calm down, kiddo. I’m coming,” he assures you. He walks closer to you, leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, slips off his boots, and lays his head in your lap. He shifts a bit to get more comfortable by putting one leg on top of the other and crossing his arms against his chest. “There you go, bubs,” he hums with a deep exhale. You squeal with excitement as you gently begin to play with his hair. You run your fingers through the strands, scratch his scalp, and when you scratch behind his ears, you hear something. Purring. He always purrs when you play with his hair for long enough.

“You purr,” you exclaim with a giggle and a huge grin on your face. Logan sighs in return. He shakes his head in denial “You’ve got it all wrong, kid. I don’t purr. Wolverines don’t purr. You’re making things up,” he protests against your previous claim.

You felt his throat vibrate softly against one of your thighs and listened closely. As you told him, he was purring.

“You purr like a kitty, then,” you chirp back. Another deep sigh. He’s not even annoyed with your claim. He knows you’re right. He just doesn’t want to admit to his kiddo that he purrs. “I don’t purr. I didn’t purr,” he states firmly. “It’s not right to lie to your papa,” he said with a light-hearted chuckle. “But you did! I promise,” you pout to him. “I’ll prove it,” you say before beginning to scratch at his scalp again.

Sure as hell, he purrs. He grumbles softly to interrupt his purrs in protest. You know you’ve won once you hear a soft sigh fall from his lips as you scratch right behind his ears. More purring. “Guess you’re right, bubs,” he chuckles softly while closing his eyes. “Just keep scratching. It feels nice,” he adds with a smile creeping onto his lips.

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Gojo

-not only does he have a preference for plump women, he’s not afraid to make it known. Sure he’s dated mostly thin women through high school and college, but that was before he knew the pleasure of holding onto a pair of fat thighs as he fucked into chubby pussy…

-you’re his EVERYTHING he’s completely in love and shows you off as often as he can. there’s no room to be self conscious or doubt your beauty, because he’s absolutely head over heels and will show you in and out of the bedroom.

-he’s got to have you on his lap any time you’re around, including if you come to bring him lunch when he’s teaching class. it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s how he shows his love!

-there’s nothing that can tear him away from your chubby pussy once he’s got his tongue in you I fear… honestly he’s fallen asleep between your legs more than once…

Nanami

-he enjoys soft and comfortable things, and you’re one of them. he finds himself resting his head on your breasts or belly when he’s stressed!

-Nanami is a pretty big, muscular man, so the extra cushion on your body lets him let loose a little more than he would be able to with a thin woman

-this man would do absolutely anything for you. he just adores pampering you with sweets and new clothes. when he has you to come home to, he can do pretty much anything.

-he just loves having your fat, plump ass resting on his lap as you keep his cock nice and warm. he’ll rub a hand over your chubby tummy, whispering about how soon, your belly will swell with his child, and how good of a mommy you will be!

Choso

-Choso had no preferences before he met you, and after he did see your plump figure approach Itadori with a big smile on your face, his life was changed forever. It didn’t help that you were a kind college student that was taking care of his baby brother, you were PERFECT!

-he doesn’t understand human beauty standards, so he was genuinely shocked when Itadori informed him you had never been with a man before. you are literal perfection?? oh hell no he’s gotta wife you up with HASTE

-he follows you around like a lovesick puppy, sometimes growling at anyone that gets too close. he can’t keep his eyes off your fat, swaying hips or your cute chubby cheeks that look pink each time you catch his staring

-it wasn’t long before he couldn’t help it and had you sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in your pussy as he confessed and apologized all at the same time

Toji

-sir is absolutely smitten with you. Your cute chubby cheeks that turn pink when he gives you attention, the soft sway of your plump hips when you walk away, and most importantly that tummy that he’d love to squeeze while he bounces you on his cock… dreamy sigh…

-you’re his sweet little princess, and he just loves to get you all riled up. the way you puff out your cheeks and pout at him after he just fucked you on his fingers just to pull away right before you could orgasm gets him hard

-he loves to fuck your thighs and get them all messy with his cum <3 don’t worry, he’ll always clean up his mess and give you a few orgasms as an apology, but he just loves the feeling of your soft, plush thighs surrounding his dick

-he’s a big fan of groping and grabbing at your ass when you walk by, and yes this extends to public settings. it’s a bit embarrassing, but he’ll buy you a piece of strawberry cake later to make it up for you

[acidblum]

— 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐋’ 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘.

biker!sevika x piltovan femme!reader. MDNI 18+ dom!sevika, sub!reader, semi-public, fingering, dirty talk, smoking, pet names, kissing, a singular ass slap or two. w/c: 1.2k, all porn a pinch of plot, enjoy bubz <3..

she’s such a punk with her man bun and her big arms hugged tightly by the leather jacket she sports, zaun written in bold letters on the back , and she smells of potent cigars and gasoline..you can literally smell her coming.

being a huge part of silco's clan and his right hand was nothing short of menacing, their rivals stretched far and wide all over the globe and she was the one cleaning their messes. and damn did she scare the hell out of everyone.

and then there was you, a piltover babe, you weren't an angel by no means..hanging out at the kiramman's everyday, you had to as you were nearly neglected by your parents whom worked closely with the council to upkeep the peace. and maybe it made you a bit angry at the world, or at them undercity murderers.

going to the last drop alone when you've obviously been told not to by your father, such a rebel.

“are you lost girl…you don’t look like you belong here hm?”

what you didn’t anticipate is for this hunk of a woman that you knew well enough to know she doesn’t want you here. pinning you against the old wall of the last drop as the loud music reverberates across the dark and musty alleyway, slim cigar hanging off of her lips with a tiny smirk.

“don’t think that’s any of your business sevika.” you snap, trying to take back some of your dignity as she towers over you, her shadow engulfing your entire existence.

“oh but you are my business”

your breath hitches at her words, heart thudding faster then ever at her response. mist colored grey eyes following the line of your mouth before locking onto your eyes, she spits out the half smoked cigarette, stubbing it with the toe of her worn out boot, mech arm twitching at her side.

her face inching closer, her gigantic body invading your space fully as she whispers against your mouth “you’re such a desperate little whore..you really thought that you can get me riled up like that hm? showing up in your shortest set, alone might i add.”

she smirks, making you work for it, chasing her pierced lips in hunger. her bulky arm circling your waist and twisting your entire body into the wall face first, a thud and a whine spilling out of your mouth.

“m-mhm i had to sevi, i missed you.”

her hand slides against the meat of your thigh, stilling the movement of your ass as you try to grind against her groin. “so pathetic ain’t ya?” a loud slap lands on your thigh. “a-ah yes ‘m so pathetic sevi” you bet it’ll bruise, the thought leaves your wet pussy convulsing tightly around nothing as her mech hand slides against your neck, tightening around it.

you can’t help but arch your back more, a threatening grunt leaving sevika’s mouth. “keep doing that ‘nd you’ll have to walk home naked.”

you can feel her smirk against the side of your head, your hands landing on both sides of her leather cladded thighs, clawing at them with no care to her spoken threats. grinding slowly with precision. “you’re gonna mark me up before you make me walk home? fucked out ‘nd naked for you? hm? want everyone to know..vika p-please a-ah.”

“awh so slutty..does your mother know of this baby?” she chuckles “her precious girl walking out of the pits of hell that she’s trying to fix up. clothes torn, hair disheveled like a whore, reeking of pure sex.”

her big calloused hand slides down to your chest pawing at your boobs like a hungry mutt “you’re soo mine.” a haste slap landing on your tit before she tucks her hand into your shirt sliding down your bra without care if anyone would come out and see the two of you. cold forefingers pinching and twisting at your perked up nipple. she growls into your neck “say it.”

ring cladded hand sliding down and into your panties, you can feel her lips stretching into a smirk at the way you’re dripping wet for her, feeling up and down your drenched slit.

“ ‘m yours sevi ah-hngh fuck mee.” your hand reaching to still her hand as you grind against it with no shame. “h-hah oh fu-uck.” eyes rolling at the way her big hand engulfs your entire pussy, clit twitching against her calloused hand at the feeling of the hard ridges alone.

“tch look at you..using me with no care” her mech arm wrapping around your waist as you lean into her, head falling against her shoulder, legs nearly giving out from underneath you if not for her tight hold against your midsection.

never stopping your movements you keep on using her hand, she lets you think that maybe you’re in control. you never noticed how fast you were going, until she stills your hips by ramming two fingers into your pussy, penetrating way too slow for your liking.

a squeaky breathy moan leaving your mouth as you chase hers for a kiss, looking back into her big lusty eyes as you brace yourself against the wall. her cigarette smelling lips melting against yours as she groans into your mouth loud. the squelching of her abuse against your pussy loud enough for her to hear as clear as day, sending her into a trance.

the door to the last drop opens up abruptly, the jingle sounding off as a group of people come out as you squeal in front of her face. "s-sevika" she tuts, shielding you body with hers "shh quiet.” not even taking her hand out or pausing.

you feel your body starting to shake violently against her, you cannot pinpoint if it's because you might get caught or not. pawing at her jacket and hair, nearly losing your mind at her speeding up, curling her long digits upwards and against where you need her most. she can feel how you tighten around her digits, she cannot resist it ramming her fingers into you even more. “cum for me baby..now.” and you can’t help but gush at her command.

“o-oh fu-u-uck sevika pleasee” you bite on your lips drawing out blood, brain turning into mush as she keeps the same pace, making you cream all over her fingers. as the both of you stand there, catching your breath as she chuckles at the state of you. a soft murmur leaving you lips “shut up.”

easing her soggy and very wet fingers out of you, she kisses all over your neck, turning you around. “not what you were saying earlier hm?” she mocks you, hand reaching out to your bitten lip, wiping the blood onto her handkerchief. eyes softening at the state of you “you’re all good?”

“mhm ‘m soo good” wrapping your arm around her neck you leave pecks here and there on her face and neck as she scowls—mouth still stretching into a tiny smile. a stinging slap landing on your ass. “fine fine ‘nough of that” she grunts out after leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“let’s get you home huh? hop on.” and you do so with shaky legs. getting driven back to your parents whom definitely heard the loud engine rev closer with your arms wrapped around her waist like your life depended on it.

© acidblum.

[aionishoh]

realized I haven't posted anything so take this:

Male!Yandere x former yandere! reader (Highschool setting)

originally written in a they/their, so im sorry if i missed a spot

There he were. Absolutely doing nothing but catching your attention. he blended in perfectly in the crowd but your mind made them the only thing you see. It was almost funny how you could miss such a thing.

It started with a simple pass by. You walking in a direction, and them walking in the opposite way. You didn't really pay attention to them and assumed it was a normal stranger. Completely unknown.

But it was when you saw him again. You realized how nice he looked. You began to notice his fashion sense. Shirt always a bit ruffled, bag swung lazily, hair clean but a little disheveled.

Then, on the third meeting. It was more of a fate. "Ah! You again. We have met, have we not?" He asked, looking at you with a sense of rememberance.

Did i mention you accidentally bumped into them during your second meeting? Hopefully i did.

"Ah! Uhm, yes. We did meet."

He introduced themselves, and you got welcomed into a side you didn't expect. Infatuation.

It turns out, he often frequented the places you went to. Along with sharing the same classroom. But, you went ahead and got a bit greedy.

"Hey, do you mind if i could borrow some notes?"

"Oh, sure."

You memorized his handwriting. Noticing how it was consistent and messy at the same time. The notes scattered but placed into relevant areas. You noted the way he wrote their o's and a's.

"Can i borrow a pen?"

"I don't really have the pens you use. But yeah, here."

You noted the way he held their pen. The way he looked when writing down. The way he magically made their handwriting look smooth with ease. You noted the pen he always uses.

Then, it started getting more personal.

A camera.

In a modern world, who would need cameras when its already built in with phones? But, you couldn't deny the thought made you giddy.

As days passed, you made a little home where you can devote yourself to him. A shrine.

All the pictures hung up were him. All in various locations, all unknowingly taken. You were fully convinced you should be in a mental asylum but a little memorabilia wouldn't hurt a person.

In the shrine itself, was a couple of few things that belonged to him. A few strands of hair, a toilet paper that was used to dry his hands. A handkerchief that he thought fell off a roof but was miraculously landed in your everyday spot.

It was perfect. All that needed was a candle to light up your world full of him.

You walked past the cafe where you had the same order as him, your bag behind you and filled with materials needed for a group project with him.

A couple of few steps, you arrived at his house.

"Oh hey, welcome to my humble abode."

"Very humbling indeed,"

You placed your bag down, sitting on the couch, admiring his home before getting reminded of her "excuse". "Ooh, sounds really bad but can i use your bathroom?"

"Yep, its just down the hall. Mind if i take the materials out of your bag?"

"Not at all!"

With much haste, you went to his room after three tries and one of them finding the actual bathroom. The room seemed to be his taste, which led you to knowing it was his in the first place.

With a hum, you quietly snooped around. Finding personal belongings, such as their watch, diary, wallets. But then you reached the closet.

A voice in your head said take a small piece of clothing, but you knew better. Although you were creepy, taking pictures and knowing things about him. You knew this was a line that you shouldn't cross.

You carefully returned the things back to the way they were before heading back to the living room.

"You sure took a while."

"Spent most of the time trying to find it."

While doing this simple project with him. You realized your actions was almost concerning. I mean sure, you looked like those creepy guys from Wattpad, but this was borderline concerning.

As soon as you two finished the project, you went to your once safe shrine and removed the pictures from the wall. Taking one last look at each one before tearing them up.

This was bad. And all because of a crush. You werent even aware that your infatuation turned into an obsession. An addiction.

You threw the keepsakes and gizmos into the trash. Removing every hint of your previous crush.

You mentally set a line. If you were gonna have a crush, it wouldn't have to end with you taking photos of them and praying to them like a God.

It would be normal. A normal crush where you admire them and where you confess to them during Valentines day.

This is the end for your obsessed self.

The next day was a bit of a awkward situation. Usually you were talking to him about random yaps, making sure you would be remembered but you didn't need to anymore.

"Heya Y/N, ready for the presentation?"

"Hm? Oh sure! I already got what i need to say memorized."

During these times, you would usually scooch much closer to him as possible without being too obvious. But now, you just did as you normally did.

The project got graded well, and that was your last interaction with him for now. Atleast thats what you thought.

As days bled into weeks, he noticed how you weren't as clingy anymore. He noticed how you would usually wait for him after school but now he's the one waiting.

Only for you to be walking with someone else on the way home.

He began to pay attention on how you didn't have that same glint in your eyes whenever you looked at him. His eyes noticing how you seemed more calmer near him instead of you fidgeting.

Soon, he heard wind from your friends that you found a new crush.

It wasn't that he didn't know you had a crush on him, oh, no. Absolutely not.

He knew you looked into his room during the group project day. He had a camera set up in the corner and watched you shovel through his stuff. Watching you open his closet and only to pause.

Why? He had perfectly set up everything that day. The way to the bathroom had an easier shortcut, but he led you to the longer way where you can find his room. He purposefully left the door unlocked and his belongings out.

He neatly placed his most favorite clothes out front where you could easily take them. But in the end, you didn't take anything. Even placing back where the items belonged.

He always pretended like he didn't see you scuttling around whenever hes out. He always made sure he looked good in every photos you tooked. He knew that he was your Sun and it inflated his ego.

But why the change of crush?

He noticed that you aren't that clingy with your crush. You didn't take strange photos anymore. You didnt take any stray hair than fell from their head.

You were disinterested in him.

Merely seeing him as a old crush, and one you quickly got over of so quickly.

After all these times of pretending to be dumb, you let him go?

After all this time he spent trying to remember the things you talked about to him?

Impossible.

The new guy didn't even look closely to him. In fact, he was the complete opposite of him.

He hated how you weren't there to be his number one fan. He despised the way you seemed more far away than usual. He hated how you would only give him a wave or a nod when you pass by him in hallways, and not running up to him with a cheeky smile.

Well, might as well buy a camera and some thumbtacks. He's gonna need it for his shrine.

Oh, did i mention hes more crazier than you?

[xxchumanixx]

Gotta wish you good luck

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, blowjob, a bit of degrading talk, Bucky in control

Word count: tba as always smh

Authors note: It's really unhealthy how I'm thirsting over this man. I'm gonna add my taglist later because I'm a lazy bitch that needs to go now. This is not at all proofread, and was written in a haste so please ignore any logic gaps or repeats. Love you!

As always, enjoy.

Bucky spent a considerable amount of time in the shower, washing the tomato mess away and allowing the water to roll down his broad shoulders. When eating - or trying to eat dinner with you - he accidentally spilled half his burrito over himself. He really shouldn't have tried to read and eat at the same time.

He was aware of how bad the tomato stain on the shirt was, knowing how much he had annoyed you with it because you'd just steamed it, but his mind had been elsewhere. He was trying his best to balance his normal life with the role of a congressman, and yet it seemed to be a challenge each single day.

Meanwhile, you pulled a clean shirt on a hanger out of the closet, deciding that it'd have to do. You quickly placed it on the bed and put up the ironing board, placing the shirt down on it. You let the iron heat up, fingers drumming impatiently on the board. Fourty minutes until he'd have to be at that damn press conference. It had been a miracle he even made it home to eat with you.

Bucky stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He stood before the mirror, brushing his teeth as he eyed himself. He'd finally decided to grow out his hair - and it looked good. He rinsed out his mouth and spit, grabbing another towel and drying the droplets off his skin as he stepped into the bedroom, spotting the shirt on the ironing board.

You were slowly working the iron over it, making sure there wasn't a single wrinkle left. He had to look good for this. Not that he didn't already, but you get the gist.

He watched, admiring how dedicated you were. "What would I ever do without you?" he mumbled as he dried his hair off, walking over to you after, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You're amazing." he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear, his hands holding on to your waist.

"I know." you gave back, concentrated on ironing the shirt, even if there were no wrinkles left. But you knew he would have eventually managed on his own. He always did somehow.

After a moment, he gently removed the iron from your hands, turning it off and placing it aside. He didn't know how long he could wait, needing to leave for the press conference soon. But he knew he wanted to hold you, to touch you first. No matter how.

"I'll be gone for a while." he murmured, his lips grazing the skin of your neck. He spun you around in his arms, the look in his eyes almost begging.

You cocked a brow. "It'll be only for a few hours, Bucky." you said.

He didn't mean it would take him long to take care of the press conference, but the way he felt for you, it would take hours to satisfy and ease his longing for you. "I know. Just a few hours..." he whispered, his lips grazing yours, feeling the warmth of your lips even though he wasn't really kissing them. He loved you so entirely, he still wasn't sure what to do with that feeling, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to stop himself from devouring your mouth.

You patted his naked chest. "You'll survive, Bucky." you told him quietly. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you decided that a quick innuendo wouldn't hurt, though. "You know what." you mumbled, moving him a step back before dropping onto your knees. "Gotta wish you good luck."

As you backed him up, a smirk played on his face. He had no idea what you were doing at first - only when you slowly sunk down onto your knees did he realize. With one hand gently cradling your cheek, he used the other to undo his towel, it slowly dropping down onto the ground. His eyes dark and full of lust as he watched you. "Doll, if only I had more time for you..." he whispered, biting his bottom lip as his eyes searched yours, one of his hands running through your hair.

"I'll be quick." you told him, smirking.

"You like to play with fire, doll." he retorted, eyes burning with anticipation as he rested his fingers at the back of your head. He wanted you badly, feeling himself harden just from watching you on your knees and knowing what you wanted to do to him.

You hummed, pressing a kiss to his rapidly hardening erection. "Maybe."

He groaned, his cock twitching in response to your warmth, his fingers running through your hair. "Doll, you're gonna be the end of me." he mumbled, biting his bottom lip. "How am I supposed to concentrate during the press conference?"

Wrapping your hand around him, you cocked a brow. "And here I thought it'd help you concentrate." you mused.

His hips jerked forward instinctively, his hardened cock pressing into your hand as his eyes darkened. "Only for about five minutes, then I'll be unable to think about anything but being inside of you." he grunted, knowing he had to leave shortly but couldn't stop himself from wanting you now. "Is this your form of payback, doll? Teasing me so you're on my mind when I'm supposed to be working?" he asked, breathing shakily as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You shrugged, tongue poking out to run a stripe up his length. "Maybe."

"Doll, you'll be the death of me... you know that, right?" he mumbled, his breath catching in his throat as he watched you, his eyes begging you to take him into your mouth. "But god, look at you on your knees." he whispered as he pulled your hair back to meet his gaze, leaning down to capture your lips with his for a hot moment, then pulling back to rest the blunt tip of his cock against your lips. He needed to be quick. Otherwise, he'd be late. "This okay?"

You hummed, kissing the tip before parting your lips to take him into your mouth.

He groaned, his eyes darkening further as he looked down at you, his fingers tangling in your hair as he watched. "Jesus... you're so beautiful like this." he whispered, pulling your hair back once more to look at your mouth, watching you take him in. "Do you have any idea how much I want you, doll? How much I want to just bend you over the edge of this bed and make you scream all night? But I can't - have a damn press conference in-" he checked his watch. "Twenty minutes, god damn it."

You chuckled in response, taking him deeper, letting your tongue swirl around him. His flavor coated your tongue, heat boiling in your belly. This was maddening for both of you.

Bucky groaned, his hips thrusting into your mouth in a need to feel you just a little bit more. "Doll..." he groaned, wanting so badly to just throw you onto the bed and take you, thrusting himself into you, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't stop and his mind would probably go blank - forgetting all about the press conference. "How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when all I'll be seeing is you doing this?" he mumbled, looking down at you. "You're gonna be the death of me if you keep this up. But god, don't stop."

You hummed, sending vibrations up his shaft as you bobbed your head rhythmically, leaving him the option to take control if he wanted to.

His hips pushed gently into your mouth as he looked at you, his mouth agape as the feeling of your hot mouth around him sent shivers of pleasure up his spine. "God damn, doll. You'd better stop now if you don't want me to fill your mouth and then make you take me until your lips are raw and you're unable to speak." He was fighting with himself to keep it together, his breathing heavy and slow as he watched you.

"Do you want that, doll? Do you want me to make you mine before I leave for the press conference, fill that pretty mouth of yours until it's dripping?"

You moaned around him, unable to nod but hoping it'd be enough to convey the message. There was always a point where his mouth began to lose its filter. You glanced up at him through your lashes, sucking him off. You loved it when he lost control over himself like that.

"Jesus, doll." he mumbled, looking down at you as you looked up at him, the sight making him moan. "Doll, I wanna fill your mouth so bad... but this is supposed to help me feel better, not distract me." he mumbled, knowing how much he'd want to bend you over the edge of the bed and make you scream. But he wouldn't have enough time.

So, he wanted to feel just a little bit of relief before having to go to the press conference. "Is this okay? Can I... take charge, a little bit?" he asked, wanting your consent before anything.

You hummed happily, more than okay with it.

He gripped your hair once more, pulling it back to meet his eyes as he stood back up straight. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" he whispered, knowing he was a lot to take, both his length and his need to just feel you. "You look so pretty like this, down on your knees, my cock in your mouth. I wish you could see yourself, doll." he mumbled, biting his bottom lip, his eyes filled with lust. "Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you senseless?"

You moaned in response to his filthy words, eyes fluttering shut. He could fuck you when he came back. You knew he would.

He pulled his tip from your lips, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he bit his bottom lip. "I wish I could just stay here and wreck you..." he whispered, wanting so badly to let go and just take you as he needed. "You're so wet for me right now, aren't you, doll?" he asked, groaning, knowing himself that he was achingly hard and close. All because of you. "Would you let me?" he asked, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down as he asked the question.

"Yes." you breathed out, indeed very much turned on as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

He grunted, looking down at your mouth as he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. "God, you're so beautiful, doll." he mumbled, his eyes burning with his need for you. "Let me know if it's too much, okay?" he said again as he tightened his grip on your hair, pulling it back as he slowly started to sheath himself back into your mouth. "You're so amazing like this, doll. You have no idea how much I want to bend you over this bed and just bury my cock in your pretty little pussy right now. Just so I can think clear at this damn press conference."

You moaned around him, letting him use you. It turned you on even more, but the thought of having him wreck you when he came home from the press conference made it even better.

"God, you have no idea how I want to just use you, doll. I just want to take all of you, again and again, until you can't stand anymore. Until I'm all you can feel, and you are so sensitive to my touch that I can just look at you, and your body trembles because this is what you need. You're just my little needy doll. But I can't do that now. Instead, you're gonna make me feel so god damn good before I head out to the press conference... And then I'm going to take you the moment I get home, okay? Make you feel me inside you. Just like you deserve. You'll be a good girl for me? For me to use, for me to wreck?" he mumbled as he looked down at you, his words almost as if he was making a promise to both of you, wanting so desperately for you to say yes as his hips thrust into your mouth repeatedly. He was lost in the feel of you, his mouth doing what it wanted.

You hummed and moaned, eyes fluttering closed again at his words. God, yes. A thousand times, yes.

Bucky groaned, his hips thrusting into your mouth roughly. "Look at you, doll... so eager to please, so eager to just serve me, that you let me use you like this. You're amazing. You're perfect. You're all I could ever want. And god, do I just want to fill your mouth right now, then bend you over the bed. You would let me, wouldn't you, doll? You'd take me however I want you, and you'd love every second of it?"

Your nails dug into his thighs as you moaned and whimpered, helplessly trying to swirl your tongue around him. Fuck yes. Of course, you would. Always.

"God, doll. You're a complete mess, you look so beautiful, your lips swollen, your eyes watering, that perfect mouth so full of my cock that you can't even speak. It makes me wanna fill every hole you have, until I can't bear to use you anymore. You'd like that, right, doll? I'll just use you until you can't take it anymore. Until you're a beautiful wrecked mess. You're my good little doll, yes, you are." He was breathing heavy as he looked down at you, all sense for modesty lost as word after word tumbled out of his mouth. "You're gonna make me fill your mouth, aren't you, doll? You'd like that? You'll be so good for me and swallow every last drop, doll?"

Unable to nod, you moaned in response. Please.

"You're gonna take it all, just for me, right, doll?" he continued, grunting, looking down at you, wanting to make eye contact as he saw how much he was stretching your mouth. It was obscene. "You're gonna be my good little doll, aren't you? You feel so good, doll." he whispered as he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his hips snapping forward. "Doll..." he groaned. "Look at you, just taking my cock so well. You like that doll? Being used like this?"

You moaned again, one hand moving to fondle his balls. You'd let him suffocate you with his cock if he'd have more time.

"Mmn... you're so eager, I know you can't even wait till I get back from the damn press conference. You're just that needy, huh?" He groaned as he watched you take him like this, wanting to grab onto your throat just to feel himself there. His cock twitched at the thought. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd let me just do whatever I want until you can't even speak anymore, I bet you would, wouldn't you, doll?" he mumbled, running his thumb across your lip as his other hand kept your head in place. "This feels so damn good, I'm gonna have to think about it for the next time."

He was lost in the throes of his pleasure, electricity zipping up his spine. He loved you with every fiber of his being, and seeing you like this, so pliant and willing made him love you even more.

"You're a hungry little thing, aren't you? Just wanting to please me, to feel me, to choke on my cock. You're such a desperate girl, aren't you? I can tell by that look in your eyes that you just want to be good for me. You'll be so good for me, won't you, baby doll?" he mumbled, feeling how close he was. "Just stay still for me, okay, doll? Just let me take what I want. That's all I need you to do right now. Such a good little doll."

He groaned. "Look at you, taking me so well. You always look so perfect just like this, stuffed full of my cock. I wish I could stay here and just... but I can't. But god, you look so beautiful, your mouth so full of me, knowing that you'll be thinking about me the whole time I'm working, knowing you'll be just as desperate when I get home." He grunted as he looked at you. "I'm getting close, doll. God, if only I could stay here all day... I'd take you, in every way I could think about. I'd die the happiest man alive."

A deep growl rumbled in his throat. "Are you ready, doll? Gonna finish." He was close, cock twitching in the tight captivity of your mouth. "Look at you, so full of me. You're gonna take it all, aren't you?" he whispered as his fingers twisted in your hair, pulling it back roughly. "God, I'm so close, I'm gonna fill your mouth... Then I'll have you again when I get home."

You moaned and whimpered, greedy for his cum, wanting him to finish as your head spun with desire. Back then you never would have thought he'd be like this in bed. But god, if you didn't love it.

His eyes darkened at the sounds you made, his eyes on yours as he looked down at you. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Are you gonna take me all the way deep in your throat? All the way to my balls? I wanna see you gag. You'd like that, right, doll? And I'm gonna fill you nice and full because you're my good girl, aren't you?" He grunted, looking down at your mouth. "You're mine. You're my little doll to play with. God... I'm close, doll. I'm gonna give you that reward to keep you satisfied til I get back. I needa finish, god doll, let me finish."

Moaning once more, you tried to tell him yes, please. Because you wanted it. You needed it, so fucking much.

His eyes darkened as he watched you, pulling your hair back. "You're so pretty like, just... I don't even have words. You should always be on your knees for me. Or I should always have you on all fours, like a good little doll." He groaned, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. "You're gonna take it all, okay? I wanna feel your throat, your mouth, your tongue, Doll. Please, you're making me-" He groaned again, his hips jerking into your mouth erratically. "Fuck, I'm coming!"

You gagged around him as he pushed himself even deeper, pulsing inside your throat as he released himself with a deep grunt. You tried to swallow around him, throat constricting around his invading length as you fought for air, eyes watering. He stayed there for a moment, hot ropes of cum sliding down your throat.

"God, doll, you're such a mess. Just like I wanna have you." he mumbled as he looked at you, slowly pulling out. "Let me see." he mumbled between breaths as you tried to catch your own. "Show me how full your mouth is, doll." he said, running his thumb across your cheek. "Be a good girl."

You opened your mouth for him, some of his cum still on your tongue.

Bucky groaned as you opened your mouth, seeing his cum on your tongue. "That's it, doll. You're a good girl, taking me like this. You're gonna have me running through your mind while I'm gone, then be all ready for me when I get home, right?" he said as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You closed your mouth again, swallowing his cum as you nodded obediently.

He groaned, watching you swallow him. "That's my little doll... just like that." he whispered, loving how beautiful you looked like this. "You're gonna be thinking about this moment all day, while you're alone in this apartment." he murmured as he looked down at you. He wished he could just stay home with you like this all day. "You're gonna be touching yourself, thinking about me inside you." His fingers still ran through your hair. "But when I get home, I won't be gentle, baby." His words were a husky promise.

You hummed, smiling, more than content with it. "C'mon, Bucky." you then mumbled. "I'd hate for you to be late because of me."

He sighed, knowing you were right, but wanted so badly to just stay there with you. "Later, doll. You have no idea how much I want you right now, but yeah. Later, baby, I promise."

"Okay." you gave back, sending him a reassuring smile. "You've got this, Bucky."

He glanced at his watch, groaning. "I'm really gonna be late if I don't go now." he said. "I'll be back in a few hours, I promise." He quickly got dressed in some slacks, buttoning the fresh shirt up before he walked over to the door, grabbing the jacket on the coat rack. He turned to glance over his shoulder at you - he wanted you, that was certain. But there were responsibilities he needed to attend to.

"I'll be waiting for you." you told him, still on your knees. "Now go."

He sighed, "I'll be counting the minutes." he grumbled, sending you a half smile before leaving the apartment. Bucky was a man of a few words, but if he had one wish... It was for time to stop in that exact moment so he could continue to enjoy you. But he knew. He knew there were important matters he needed to take care of.

Work first, then comes the fun.