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(frontman!jinx x groupie!reader): you are what some people would call obsessive about your favorite band; and you finally get the chance to realize all of your dreams when you end up in the home of jinx lanes.
PART ONE HERE!
wc: 9k | cw: lead vocalist!jinx, loser groupie!reader, generally rough sex, dom bottom!jinx, biting, hair-pulling, dacryphillia, begging, rope play (r! tied up), vibrator (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (r! & j!receiving), overstim, edging, dry humping, piercings, MINORS DNI.
note: i was wayyy to eager to get to jinx's part so i gotta do it now! vi is up next and im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. also holy shit somebody was getting Freaky writing this.

You would confidently dub yourself Hotwiredâs biggest fan. Youâve been around since the very beginning, back when they were just two sisters in their dadâs garage, crafting the songs that would one day become their greatest hits. You were at their first ever show (at a shitty bar with a busted PA system), and youâve kept every single ticket stub since.Â
When they brought on the mysterious, masked C.K., you were there. When they had a brief fallout, cancelled their slot at Riot Fest, and went offline for six months? You were there. For every single bit of the whole stealing Sevika from her old band, Blood Feud, you were right there in every thread and underneath every discussion post.
Your collection of signed merch is practically priceless now, stuff newer fans would probably commit crimes for. You run a well-known fan blog thatâs updated religiously, mostly dedicated to the bandâs chaotic, blue-haired frontwoman: Jinx.
Your bedroom is a shrine. Posters on every wall, records lined up on your shelves, a glass case dedicated to your wristbands and setlists and polaroids. Everyone who knows you is beyond tired of hearing about them, and especially tired of hearing about her.
Jinx Lanes. All attitude, no brakes. She says what she wants, does what she wants, flips off the cameras while doing it. Youâve seen every stage interview, every grainy fan clip, every viral moment where sheâs either flashing the crowd or starting a fake fight with Vi for fun. Sheâs a full-on nightmare and you are obsessed. Youâve got painfully vivid daydreams where she picks you out of the crowd, grins that feral little grin, and takes you home to ruin your life in the best possible way.
Unfortunately, that fantasyâs still just that. A fantasy.
You go to every show, sure, but itâs not like youâre balling on VIP money. If itâs not your birthday or some kind of Hotwired-related anniversary, youâre usually stuck somewhere in the middle of the crowd. Lost in the sea of people screaming her name. Completely invisible.
Youâve accepted it, mostly. The truth that the girl youâve spent years loving from afar probably doesnât even know you exist. And if she does? Youâre just another fan. Another face in the crowd.
But the thing about Jinx is, sheâs never been great at sticking to the script.
Your first actual meeting with her (outside of the brief signings where you were quickly ushered away to make room for the ridiculously long lines) is not nearly as glamorous as in any of your many, many daydreams.Â
Itâs early afternoon, middle of the week, and youâre leaning against your car, waiting for your latest post to upload, when you hear footsteps approaching. You glance up, ready to size up whoeverâs headed your wayâonly to nearly choke on your own spit.
Standing in front of you is Jinx. Jinx fucking Lanes.
Sheâs got on these huge sunglasses and a spiked beret; neither do a great job at hiding who she is. Though, you like to think youâd be able to recognize her in a heartbeat either way. Sheâs looking up at you over the rim of the glasses with those big blue-gray eyes.
âHey, could you do me a huge favor?â she asks, barely giving you time to react. âSo, likeâIâm kinda famous, and these annoying-ass guys have been following me around trying to get a picture. Normally Iâd just cause a scene and smash their gear, but apparently Iâm supposed to be on my best behavior or whatever. Look, Iâll give you a hundred bucks.â
She talks fast, like the words are trying to outrun each other, and youâre pretty sure you only catch about half of what she actually says.
âYouâreâŠyouâre Jinx Lanes,â you manage to get out, brain still buffering.
Her shoulders drop a little and her arms cross defensively, like sheâs bracing for impact. âYep. Thatâs me. You gonna sell me out?â
âNo! No, of course not,â you blurt out, instantly panicked at the idea. âIâm justâIâm a huge fan. Youâre literally my number one artist. I think youâre a brilliant songwriterââ
âThink Iâm brilliant enough to give me a ride?â
Right. Right. You remember the whole reason this conversation is even happening and nod so fast it might give you whiplash. âOh my god. Yes. Of course. Sorry. Iâm justâthis is kind of insane. Get in, please.â
You know youâre talking too fast and probably too loud, and your heart feels like itâs turning into soup in your chest. This is not how you imagined this moment going. Youâre supposed to be in the perfect outfit, front row, stage lights casting that soft glow, and Jinx points to you mid-song during Pretty Punk Girl, so taken by your killer look and smooth moves that she hauls you on stage.
Instead, sheâs climbing into your car, and youâre cringing as her boot knocks over some half-empty water bottle and an embarrassing tangle of receipts and snack wrappers. So much for the cool, effortless fantasy.
Whatever. Sue you for not being perfect.
You pull out of the parking lot with slightly trembling hands, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Jinx is in your passenger seat. Your initial plan had just been to go home, maybe heat up leftovers and reblog a few photos of Hotwiredâs last show. But now?
Now your number one obsession is sprawled out beside you like this is no big deal. You suppose that, maybe for her, it really isnât. Youâre not entirely sure whether your should be impressed or deeply concerned with how easily she got into the car with a stranger.
You hesitate at the first red light, your blinker ticking away as you try to stall and think of somewhere else to go. You canât justâŠtake her back to your place. That would be insane. Not because youâre ashamed or anythingâeveryone who knows you knows youâre obsessedâbut thereâs a difference between being a dedicated fan and opening the door to whatâs basically a museum of her face.
That kind of devotion might be just a little much in person.
You risk a glance out of the corner of your eye and immediately regret it. Jinx has her boots kicked up on the dash, scuffed black leather creaking slightly as she adjusts. Her legs are bare and pale and stretch impossibly long out from the cut-offs sheâs wearing. Your gaze drifts up to where her low-slung shorts sit, a few teasing inches of toned stomach peeking out under her cropped tee. Ink clouds curl around her navel, disappearing into the waistband. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
She's busy on her phone, thumb flying across the screen with streaks of chipped pink and blue polish. Completely unawareâor at least pretending not to noticeâthat youâre openly staring like a deer in headlights.
You clear your throat quickly, whipping your head forward as the light flips green. âSo, uhâŠwhere exactly should I be going?â
âRight. Lemme justââ she leans over, not even asking before tapping on your carâs GPS with all the casual confidence of someone who doesnât hear the internal screaming going on beside her. âThere.â
You glance down at the glowing screen, squinting at the address. âIs thatâŠyour house?â
âYep.â She pops the p, still tapping away on her phone. âHope you donât mind playing chauffeur for a bit. Iâll even give you five stars.â
âOh, yeah,â you say, like your brain isnât short-circuiting. âNo problem. Totally normal day.â
Jinx finishes typing something out on her phone and tosses it carelessly into the cupholder. Then she leans back, kicking her boots off the dash and turning her head toward you. "Play something," she says.
You glance at her. âAnything youâre in the mood for?â
Jinx hums. âI dunno. Surprise me.â
You hesitate for half a second before asking, âAre you opposed to hearing your own stuff?â
âGod, no,â she scoffs, like itâs the most obvious answer in the world. âI love the sound of my own voice.â
You huff a laugh and scroll through your playlist until you find the first track in the âHotwired: Timefracture Sagaâ queue. You donât hesitate to hit play.
The opening guitar riff of Parallel Hearts spills into the car and Jinx perks up immediately, grinning like you just handed her a slice of cake. âOooh, youâre going deep cuts on me, huh?â
âIâm committed to the bit,â you say, trying to sound cool and not like youâre slowly melting into the driver's seat. The idea of singing Jinxâs song in front of her in real life? Literally unreal. Your hands are already sweating.
But then the first verse starts and your body knows what to do. You belt it out with the kind of confidence that only comes from listening to a song approximately nine thousand times. To your amazement, Jinx doesnât just let you carry it. She joins in with all the same energy she brings on stage.
The two of you blast through the first two songsâParallel Hearts and Phantom Frequencyâloud and off-key and gloriously dramatic. When the final chorus ends, Jinx turns in her seat to look at you, visibly impressed.
âOkay, wow,â she says, a little breathless. âYou maybe you really are my biggest fan.â
You shrug like itâs not the best compliment youâve ever received. âYeah, I mean, I kinda know everything there is to know.â
That gets a raised brow. Jinx smirks, already shifting in her seat like sheâs ready to stir shit. âEverything?â
You nod. Maybe a little smug.
âAlright, fan club president,â she says, cracking her knuckles. âPop quiz time. Letâs see if youâre full of shit.â
You donât even blink.
She fires off the first question. âWhat city did we play our first sold-out show in?â
âNew Orleans,â you say immediately. âAt a place called The Violet Room. You jumped off the drum kit and nearly broke your ankle. It was the first time you guys ever performed Despair Girls live. It was magical.â
âFuck, all of thatâs true,â she mutters, almost to herself. âOkay. Whatâs Viâs pre-show ritual?â
âShe does five push-ups and kisses her guitar. Thatâs childâs play.â
Jinx laughs. âOkay, try this one out. Whatâs the first song Iâve ever written?â
âEasy. I Love You, Dad. You wrote it when you were thirteen for your dadâs birthday and you and Vi performed it for him. If I recall correctly, there were tears?â
âHoly. Shit.â She flops back against the seat and looks at you for a second, slack-jawed. âYou should be like an interviewer or some shit. WaitâŠare you an interviewer? Tabloid?â
You shake your head. âNah. Just a fan,â you answer, drumming your fingers on the wheel to the song playing quietly now. âI found you guys pretty early on, when it was just you and Vi. I was hooked from then.â
âAlright, alright. One more. Letâs see if you know this one,â she says, leaning in like this one is going to be her real ace up the sleeve. âWhat is C.K.âs real identity?â
âOh, come on! Nobody knows that except you guys and even thatâs me speculating!â
She throws her head back and laughs, wild and delighted and loud, and for a second you feel a weird flutter of something between adrenaline and affection. âI know, I know. I just had to get one over on ya. I donât like to lose, superfan.â
You canât help but join in on her laughter. Then, you feel the sudden need to explain yourself. âI-I hope you donât think Iâm some kinda freak, now. Like, Iâm not gonna turn into some crazy stalker or anything. I believe in ethical obsessionâŠwith your music! And your whole persona.â
âNah,â she says, grinning out the window. âKinda hot, actually.â
Eventually, the road curves around a sharp bend and there it is: a tall iron gate flanked by brick pillars, ringed with ivy, with a small keypad mounted on the side. You ease to a stop in front of it, unsure of what comes next, until Jinx leans fully across the center console to punch in the code herself. Her body brushes yours and you go rigid on instinct, hands glued to your lap as if moving them might set off some kind of alarm.
Her weight is warm, surprisingly solid. You keep your eyes forward but your gaze betrays you, flicking down to take in the bare skin of her lower back as her cropped shirt rides up. A little tattoo rests there, inked just above the waistband of her low-slung shorts.Â
You recognize it immediately. Itâs the grinning robotic monkey from Hotwiredâs first album cover. Itâs crude in a way that feels personal, a perfect fit for her. You catch a whiff of her perfume as she leans over you, warm and sweet, cinnamon-spiced and dizzying. It makes your fingers twitch where theyâre clenched, white-knuckled, against your thighs.
Just when you think your heart might give out from sheer sensory overload, Jinx pulls away and settles back in her seat. âFull speed ahead,â she says, casually, and you try to follow that directive but end up hitting the gas a little too hard. The car jerks forward before you recover, easing up and offering a weak laugh. She doesnât say anything about it, but you catch her smirk from the corner of your eye.
The gates swing open and you cruise slowly up the long, curved driveway. At the top of the hill, her house comes into view. Less mansion, more mini palace. Sleek, modern lines dressed up in stone and glass, surrounded by manicured hedges and little bursts of wildflowers. From the outside, it doesnât scream rockstar, but the gated privacy and oversized front door definitely whisper it.
You park at the top and cut the engine, hands hovering awkwardly as Jinx climbs out. She stretches with a groan, then slams the door shut and starts heading toward the entrance. Halfway there, she turns and sees you still frozen in the driver's seat. She lifts her arms with an incredulous little laugh.
âYou coming, or are you gonna sit there until I drag you out?â
That shakes you loose. You hop out, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary, trying not to let your nerves show. Jinx jogs the rest of the way up and punches in a different code at the front door before swinging it open. She steps inside first and flicks on a light.
The interior hits you like a wall of color and chaos. Itâs loud and messy and perfect, a curated kind of maximalism that looks like someone raided every vintage shop in a tri-county radius and made it work through force of will.Â
Sunken couches in mismatched colors, shag rugs layered over each other like someone couldnât choose, neon signs and lava lamps and velvet posters that are definitely original prints. Thereâs an old jukebox in the corner that might actually work and a huge blown-up shot of the bandâs first Rolling Stone cover takes up half the wall behind the couch. You see guitars hung like art and a massive wall-mounted shadowbox of ticket stubs, backstage passes, and little bits of confetti sealed in resin. A few shelves are crammed with Hotwired memorabilia, some of it rare enough that you actually gasp a little.
Jinx sweeps her arm out in a grand, over-the-top flourish. âWelcome to the madhouse. Make yourself at home.â
You step in cautiously, like youâre walking through the most holy of places. Itâs hard to believe any of this is even remotely real; you sneak and pinch the back of your hand, praying you donât suddenly wake up.Â
The door shuts behind you with a soft click. All you can think is: holy shit, youâre in Jinxâs house.
You can't help yourself. The second Jinx gives the okay, you're flitting from corner to corner like a sugar-high kid let loose in a toy store. Thereâs just so much to take in.Â
You zero in on a glass display case near the stairs, pressing your hands to the glass as you stare down at what looks like one of Jinxâs stage costumes from their third tourâthe blue leather jacket with the jagged, mismatched patches and the âKISS ME, COWARDâ painted across the back. âThis is from the Bright Lights, Bloody Knuckles tour,â you say, breath catching. âYou wore this in Chicago and then again in Paris, but the patch on the left shoulder wasnât torn off until the Tokyo show so itâs the only one sewn on with red thread. Viâs work, Iâm assuming.â
Youâre not really assuming. You know this as fact.
Jinx whistles low. âDamn. I still canât believe you know your shit like this.â
You glance over your shoulder, sheepish, but your feet are already carrying you to the next treasure. Thereâs a line of guitars, none of them in cases, just propped up like art along the back wall. One of them is Jinxâs firstâa cherry red Gretsch with cracked lacquer and band stickers peeling at the edges. Another is Viâs, the body all scratched up and scuffed from a thousand drunken stage dives.Â
You spot a limited run vinyl from one of your other favorite punk bands and let out an embarrassing little gasp. âWait, can I just ask: was the whole Hollow Vow/Hotwired friendship real? Or were you guys playing it up for the camera?â you ask, pointing.
âFuck yeah,â Jinx grins. âYou probably already know this, but they were the first legit band to give us a chance. Let us open for them and shit. Total weirdos. Great energy.â
Thereâs a wall-mounted rack of signed magazine coversâSpin, Rolling Stone, NME, even Teen Vogue, from that one brief moment where Hotwired was just two teenage girls making their way across the west coast. âThat cover got us so much hate mail,â Jinx says, sidling up behind you. âYouâd think we pissed on someoneâs grandma.â
You laugh, almost nervously, finally starting to feel a little more grounded in the whirlwind that is her house. But then you realize how much you've been talking, how fast, and how completely unhinged you probably sound. You snap your mouth shut before you can rattle off which Spin article has your favorite quote.
When you glance back at Jinx, sheâs watching you. Just looking, head tilted like she's figuring you out. And then, casually as anything, she says, âYou wanna go for a dip?â
You blink at her. âWhat?â
âHottub,â she replies, already turning toward a side door that you hadnât even noticed before. âConsider it part of my payment for the ride. Iâm going either way, so if you wanna come, bring your fine little trivia brain with you.â
âI donâtâI didnât bring a swimsuit,â you say, instinctively glancing down at yourself like one might spontaneously materialize.âNot really a, uh, car essential.â
Jinx scoffs, her smirk practically criminal. âSo? Get naked. Iâm not shy.â
The very idea has your brain going horribly blank. You go visibly stiff, body locking up entirely against your will. She laughsâloud and genuine.
âOkay, okay. Jesus,â she says, holding up her hands in surrender. âYou can just go in your underwear. Iâve got robes and a dryer. Itâs not a big deal.â
You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. The idea of being that close, in so little, with her is almost enough to make you reconsider. But youâre not dumb enough to pass this up. An honest to god once in a lifetime possibility was just dropped into your lap and you would never be able to forgive yourself should you let it slip through your fingers.Â
You nod, slow and shaky, then offer a small, breathless, âOkay.â
Jinx gives you a look like sheâs thoroughly amused by your entire existence. âCool. You can go ahead, Iâll be there in a sec..â She disappears up the grand staircase, taking them two at a time and you just stand there for a beat, silently trying to remember how to walk.
You strip down to your underwear in the living room, folding your clothes into a neat little stack on the edge of the couch like that somehow makes this entire situation feel less insane. At least you wore something cute. Matching set, soft cotton, nothing too showy but still enough that you wonât die of embarrassment.Â
You head through the door Jinx showed you just moments ago and find a stone hottub that looks like it probably cost a small fortune. Thereâs chairs surrounding it and the whole thing overlooks the equally stunning pool.Â
The evening air is cool but not cold, and youâre grateful for it when you climb the short steps and settle into the hot tubâs edge.
You turn the jets on, feeling them whir to life beneath your legs, and sink in. The water is still warming up but it feels nice, soothing the weird ache in your limbs from how tense youâve been since Jinx got in your car. You keep your arms propped on the edge, head tilted back, eyes on the stars above because itâs easier than staring down the panic creeping up your spine.
Then you hear the door slide open.
You glance up and immediately forget how to breathe.
Jinx steps outside holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and two flutes in the other. Sheâs changed, if you could call it that. Her bikini is leopard print and tiny, and very, very familiar. You recognize it instantly from the âTrashy Punk Drunkâ music video where she sang an entire verse while riding a mechanical shark. Seeing it in person, on her body, is borderline unfair.
âLike what you see?â she asks, already grinning as she gives you a slow, exaggerated twirl. The light catches on her pale skin, almost giving her an otherworldly glow. You catch a glimpse of the small navel ring you hadnât noticed before, the dip of her hips, the tattoo wrapping her rib cage.
Your heart slams against your ribs.
âYou lookâuh. Nice,â you manage, mentally kicking yourself as the words come out. âReally, um. Good. Like...sexy. Really sexy.â
Jinx barks out a laugh, delighted, and finally hands you a glass before she steps into the water. âI knew you were cute, but this is adorable.â She taps the rim of your flute with hers and then sinks into the hot tub beside you, head tipping back with a satisfied sigh as the bubbles start to build around her. âYouâre lucky Iâm such a sucker for awkward.â
You take a long sip of champagne and try not to combust.
She reaches over to set the temperature gauge a few degrees higher, her fingers dancing casually across the digital screen, and then she settles in with her arms outstretched along the back of the tub. One arm brushes against yours. It takes every ounce of your self-control not to flinch.
âSo,â she says, eyes flicking your way with a lazy smirk, âyou come here often?â Despite it obviously being a joke, her voice still comes out as a purr that sends a shameful wave of arousal through you. Itâs a good thing youâre already wet.Â
You let out a breath and do your best to match her casual. âCanât say that I do.â
Jinx hums, pleased, and takes another slow sip. âGlad you are.â
You take another sip of champagne, feeling the bubbles fizzle down your throat, and risk a glance at Jinx from the corner of your eye. Her legs are kicked up in the water, toes just breaking the surface, and her head is resting lazily against the lip of the hot tub. She looks...content. Maybe a little tired, in that way people get when theyâve finally exhaled after holding their breath for too long.
You turn toward her a bit. âHey, can I ask you something kind of personal?â
Jinx cracks one eye open. âShoot.â
âDo you, like...regularly invite strangers into your house? Or am I, like, special?â
She huffs a small laugh and stretches her arms behind her head, chest lifting slightly above the bubbling water. âNot usually. Though, to be fair, I make a lot of bad choices. So the answerâs not always no.â She glances over at you, smile crooked. âYou were adorable, though. And passionate. And you donât really seem like the psycho killer type yet. You havenât even asked me for an autograph yet and youâre my little superfan..â
You laugh, flustered but warm. âI try.â
Jinx shrugs a shoulder, her expression softening. âAnd...I dunno. Itâs been a minute since Iâve talked to someone who wasnât in my band or working PR or trying to sleep with âJinx Lanes.ââ Her voice lowers slightly, sincerity bleeding through. âYouâre very easy to be around.â
You nod. âYouâre pretty cool like this, too. Just so you know.â
She nudges her shoulder into yours, that playful grin finding its way back. âFlatterer.â
You grin right back, nerves slowly unspooling.
âWanna know something only, like, two people know about me?â she asks after a beat, turning a little more toward you, her leg brushing yours under the water. âA little treat to add to your endless trivia?â
âObviously.â
She leans in conspiratorially, her voice a half-whisper like someone might be listening. âI actually graduated with a degree in astrophysics.â
Your jaw drops. âNo shit?â
âNo shit,â she says proudly, lifting her glass in a little cheers to herself. âTop of my class, too.â
You blink. âWaitâwhat? How did you go from literal rocket science to fronting a punk rock band?â
Jinxâs smile dims just a little, not sad exactlyâmore nostalgic. âVi. I always thought sheâd do something like this. Big stage, screaming fans, yâknow? When the band started getting traction, she didnât want to do it alone. In fact, said sheâd only go for it with me. And I figured...why the hell not? Iâd already chased one dream. Why not try another if it meant doing it with my sister?â
âThatâs actually amazing,â you say, your voice softer now. âHowâd you manage to keep that one under wraps?â
âOh, I looked a hell of a lot different then and, obviously, my real nameâs not Jinx Lanes.âÂ
âYou know, youâre making it really hard not to idolize you,â you whisper. And youâre not really sure why youâre whispering. It may have something to do with just how close Jinx is to you. âNotânot in, like, a weird way. Just, uh, just like the normal amount. Because youâre so cool and so pretty and now I know youâre, like, a genius and stuff andâŠyeah.â
Thereâs a pause.
Youâre both looking at each other, water bubbling around you, glasses half full and the night wrapping its arms around the deck in a quiet hush. Jinxâs eyes are a little softer than usual, lips parted slightly as if caught between a smile and something else. You think she might say something, but instead, she just leans in.
And you meet her halfway.
The kiss is slow and warm, hesitant at first like neither of you is sure how long itâs been coming. Her lips taste like champagne and spearmint, and the second your hand drifts up to cup her cheek, she sighs into it. âI do so very like being worshiped,â she says against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.
Jinx floats over into your lap like she belongs there, legs slung carelessly over one of your thighs as if itâs the most natural thing in the world. Her hands find your chest, sliding over the swell of your breasts through damp fabric, fingers curling and groping with open hunger.Â
She kisses you again, but this time thereâs no testing the waters. Itâs harder, hotter, more desperate. Her mouth is demanding and slick with champagne, her hips beginning to roll slow and deliberate against your leg. The friction is minimal, but itâs enough to have her sighing into your mouth like sheâs already halfway there.
Emboldened by the way she reacts to every tiny movement, you let your hand settle at her hip. The soft give of her flesh beneath your fingers is dizzying, and she doesnât stop you when you guide her hips, encouraging the rhythm sheâs building on your thigh. The way her body grinds down is enough to send heat pooling between your own legs.Â
Your other hand moves up without thinking, sliding along her back and up to the base of her neck, where you find the thick roots of those signature twin braids. You grab themânot tight, not yetâbut itâs enough to feel them in your grip.
Jinx pulls back just far enough to look at you, eyes bright and wild, lips swollen from the kiss. âIf youâre gonna yank âem,â she says, her voice hoarse. âDo it hard.â
You hesitate for only a moment, unsure of your own strength, terrified you might misjudge the line and snap the tension in the wrong direction. You give a test tug, just enough to jolt her head back a little, just enough that your mouths part by a fraction.Â
But itâs clearly not enough. She lets out a frustrated sound, half growl, half moan, and then sheâs crashing back into you, teeth scraping against your lower lip, biting hard enough to draw the sharp tang of blood.
You gasp at the sting, the warmth of it on your tongue, and your fingers clench on reflex. You yank harder, and her head jerks back with a gasp that melts into a laugh, her grin feral. Sheâs loving this. Sheâs completely out of her mind with it. You loop one of her braids around your fist and drag her back down into another kiss thatâs messier than the last, all spit and tongue and aching need.
Her hips grind down with reckless abandon now, sloshing water over the edge of the tub as her pace stutters. Jinx lets out a broken, breathy cry against your mouth, every muscle in her body going taut. You can feel the tremor in her thighs, the way her whole frame shudders, and your only thought is that you did this. You hold her like that, letting her ride it out, letting her fall apart against you until sheâs gasping and trembling and grinning like the devil.
When she finally pulls back, she rests her forehead against yours. Her breath ghosts across your lips, heavy and hot, and her grin is still sharp enough to slice you open. âYouâre not so shy anymore, are you?â
You donât even have words. Youâre drunk on adrenaline, dazed and reeling because your idolâyour ultimate fantasyâjust used your thigh to come. Nothing in your entire life will ever top this.
Jinx leans in close, nipping once more at your bottom lip. âHow would you like to take this up to my bedroom?â
You nod, unable to form a proper response to the question.
Jinx hops off your lap and out of the hottub; she canât get you out behind her quick enough it seems. âCome on,â she says, breathless and giddy, already halfway to the stairs. âUpstairs. Now.â
You stumble after her, legs still shaky, heart trying to catch up. She takes the steps two at a time, half-dragging you in her excitement. You follow with much less grace, feet squelching with every wet step the two of you take.
âJinx,â you call, panting a little, âweâre still soaked. Thereâs a literal trail behind us.â
She glances over her shoulder, completely unconcerned. âSo? Iâve got a cleaner. Donât care.â Her eyes flash mischievously. âBesides, maybe I like it better wet.â
You pass wet footprints and little drops of water marking your path, but she doesnât slow down. You barely catch the door to her bedroom swinging open before she pulls you through it and kicks it shut behind you.
The room is big, chaotic in the way only Jinxâs space could be. Her bedroom is exactly as chaotic and stylish as the rest of the house. But the bed is huge, practically a stage in itself. Thick, crushed velvet sheets stretch over it in deep, electric blue, glowing faintly under the dim lighting. You donât even want to think about how expensive they probably are.
You hesitate, standing awkwardly at the foot of it, still very aware of how wet your skin is, how your soaked underwear sticks to your body.Â
âThese are fresh sheets,â you say. âJinx, seriouslyââ
She cuts you off with a laugh, already pulling at the knot of her swimsuit bottoms. âYouâre cute when you worry about stuff like that.âÂ
The bottoms peel away from her skin with a soft, sticky sound and hit the floor. She peels off her top next, tossing it in the same direction. And suddenly, sheâs naked in front of you, skin flushed, thighs slick, nipples pierced with silver barbells that catch the light.
Your mouth actually falls open.
âOh, that got your attention,â Jinx teases, climbing up onto the bed on her knees. Her breasts bounce lightly as she moves, each piercing a little glint of danger and temptation. âIâve got one more, by the way. Wanna see?â
You canât even answer. You just nod.
She crawls across the bed with unhurried confidence, her knees dragging soft ruts in the velvet as she makes her way to you. You stay frozen until she pushes you back, until your spine hits the mattress and your underwear makes a soft squish against the sheets.
She straddles your hips, and your hands come up instinctively to her thighsâwarm, strong, slick where she was grinding earlier.
âEyes up,â she says with a crooked grin, as she shuffles up your body, her heat growing stronger the closer she gets to your chestâŠyour throatâŠyour mouth.
Then you see it.
Right at the peak of her slick folds, nestled against the swollen pink of her clit, is a small silver ball. Your breath hitches hard enough to make your vision blur.
âStill speechless?â she asks, teasing, hips hovering just above your mouth now. âGod, youâre so easy.â
You try to form a reply, but youâre already craning your neck, already reaching up to meet her.
Jinx lowers herself with no hesitation. One hand braces against the wall behind the bed, the other gripping the headboard for leverage as she sinks down onto your mouth, full and flush.
Her taste hits you instantly as her thighs press firm against your cheeks, framing your head. You let your hands settle on her hips, fingers curling tight.
She gasps, loud and unfiltered, then lets out a broken laugh. âFuck. Okay. Okay, yeah, thatâs good.â
The pressure of her against your mouth is intenseâyour nose buried against her, the piercing rubbing slick against your tongue. Every time she rolls her hips, that little ball brushes you just right. Sheâs so wet already, and her pace starts unsteady before she finds a rhythm, grinding slow and deep.
You moan into her and feel her thighs tense.
âDamn,â she pants, looking down at you with wild eyes, braid tips brushing your chest. âYou keep that up and Iâm gonna fall in love or something.â
Your only response is a groan, muffled against her, too far gone to care.
Jinx laughs again, more breath than sound, and plants herself fully down. âGo on then. Letâs see how long I can last.â
You take a steady breath through your nose before burying yourself in her, licking with a wide tongue across the expanse of her pussy. It pulls a cute squeal from her lips and she clenches her legs a little harder around you head. You set a steady pace, making sure to take your time. To commit her every sound and movement to perfect memory.
Jinx rocks her hips forward with more urgency now, chasing friction, chasing that sharp edge sheâs clearly been holding back from. Her grip on the headboard tightens, knuckles pale, and her thighs start to tremble against your face.
Youâre soaked with her. Your mouth, your chin, your cheeks. Her slick drips down your jaw and onto the crushed velvet beneath you. But all you can think about is that piercing.
You focus on itârolling your tongue around the little ball at the tip of her clit, tracing tight circles around it, then flicking fast across the sensitive spot it guards. It moves with her, tapping gently against your teeth now and then with a soft, addictive clink. Every time you hear it, feel it bump into your enamel, it makes your brain stutter. You want to taste her forever. Want to see how many times that little piece of metal can make her lose control.
Jinx groans loud above you, throwing her head back. âShit. Shit, youâre good,â she pants. âKeep that up and Iâllâfuck, that feels so fucking good.â
She grinds down harder, using you now, water sliding down her ribs and dripping from her chest onto your skin. Her piercings swing slightly with the motion, glinting in the low light.
Then her voice cuts through, rough and commanding:
âSlap my ass.â
Your eyes flick up to her in surprise, but she doesnât slow.
âDo it,â she growls. âAnd none of that gentle shit. I donât have time for that.â
You hesitate for a heartbeatâthen oblige. Your hand comes up with a firm smack, the sound echoing sharp through the room. She jolts above you and lets out a loud, broken moan.
âFuck, yeah,â she gasps. âJust like that.â
You do it again, your palm stinging as it connects. Her skin reddens under your touch, and you can feel the way her muscles twitch beneath it. Her rhythm stutters and she bears down harder, barely holding herself up now.
Every moan, every tremble, every word out of her mouth is filthy and desperate. Sheâs soaked your whole lower face, slick running freely down your chin, her thighs practically shaking on either side of your head. You keep your mouth open and your tongue working. Flicking, circling, teasing that perfect little stud until sheâs panting, clawing at the headboard like itâs the only thing anchoring her.
âShit. Shit! Iâm gonnaâoh, fuckâdonât stopâdonât you fucking stopââ
You slap her ass again, harder this time, and she shatters.
She comes with a cry that tears from her throat, full-bodied and raw. Her thighs clamp around your head, her whole body locking up as she grinds down, riding your mouth through it. Her slick floods you, dripping hot and fast over your lips, your chin, soaking the sheets even deeper.
You hold her there, let her grind it all out, hands braced tight on her hips as she rocks and shudders above you. Her breaths are wild, broken little gasps, and her chest heaves like sheâs been sprinting.
Eventually, she starts to come down. Her thighs relax. Her grip on the headboard loosens. She slumps forward slowly, catching herself on her elbows above you, braid ends brushing against your collarbone.
She lets out a low, shaky laugh and looks down at you, eyes glassy and satisfied.
âHoly shit,â she breathes. Her eyes stay fixed on you for a beat longer before she lets out one sharp exhale. And then, just like that, her energy flips back on like a switch. The grin spreads across her face again, wicked and electric.
âNow itâs my turn to have some fun,â she says, bouncing up onto her knees. âAlso, you should really get those wet clothes off. Wouldnât want you to catch a cold!â
You sit up slowly, skin sticky with sweat and slick, your head still spinning a little from how hard she came. âThat wasnât your fun?â
âSemantics!â she chirps, already rolling away from you. She crawls toward the foot of the bed, where thereâs a battered metal chest tucked underneath. She lifts the lid and immediately starts digging through it, muttering under her breath as she tosses things aside.
âNo, not that one...ugh, too much effort...ooh, could be fun...definitely this one.â
You take the moment to peel off the rest of your clothes. Bra, underwear, both soaked through and clinging to you. They land in the same messy pile as Jinxâs swimsuit. Your skin prickles in the cooler air, still flushed from before, and your legs instinctively rub together, already slick with fresh anticipation.
Jinx pops her head up from the trunk like a triumphant raccoon. âHey,â she says, holding something out of sight in one hand. âYou cool being tied up?â
You raise a brow. âSure. Try anything once, right?â
Her grin widens. âAtta girl.â
She climbs back onto the bed and unceremoniously drops her findings at the base of it: a neatly coiled length of red rope, a small black vibrator, and a strap-on with a deep blue silicone dildo attached. The second she does, you feel a fresh wave of heat bloom low in your belly. Your breath catches slightly, thighs pressing together as your gaze lingers on the toy.
Jinx notices, of course.
âAlready squirming,â she says, pleased. âGod, youâre so easy.â
She crawls up the bed with deliberate slowness, rope in hand. You raise your arms without being asked, and she kneels beside you, beginning to tie them to the headboard with practiced ease. The rope is soft but firm, just rough enough to remind you that itâs there. The knot is tight, your wrists held snugly apart.
Once sheâs satisfied with the tension, she leans down and gives you a long, unhurried kissâher tongue slipping into your mouth, hands braced on either side of your ribs. The kiss is slower than before, but still hungry, like sheâs staking a claim now. When she pulls away, youâre left breathless, chasing the taste of her on instinct.
Jinx slides back down the bed, settling between your thighs like sheâs done it a thousand times. Her palms run slowly up your inner thighs, spreading you open.
âIâm leaving your legs free,â she says, kissing the crease of your thigh, then the other. âWhich is so nice of me, by the way. But I need you to be good and keep them still, yeah?â
You nod quickly, breath shaky. âYeah. Okay.â
She hums in approval and leans in, dragging her tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, slow lick.
Your head thunks back against the headboard. âFuck.â
Jinx grins against you, nosing in deeper. âThatâs kinda the idea.â
She keeps her hands on your thighs, gentle but grounding, as she dives back in with unrelenting attention. Her tongue moves with purpose. Circling, lapping, teasing.. She doesnât rush it, just lets the tension build as you writhe under her, doing your best to keep still even as your legs twitch with every flick of her tongue.
And when she closes her lips around your clit and sucks, you actually gasp, wrists tugging uselessly at the rope. You draw one of your knees up, unsure of what exactly you intend to do with it.Â
âAlready twitching,â she says, voice muffled. âYouâre so fucking cute like this.â
Jinx doesnât rush.
Her tongue drags slow and deliberate against your clit, her fingers spreading you open to get a better angle. The rope binding your wrists digs in just enough to remind you of how helpless you are like thisâlaid out, arms stretched above your head, thighs trembling. You try to keep still like she asked, but itâs getting harder by the second.
She hums against you, the vibration making your whole body tense.
âYouâre so wet itâs dripping,â she murmurs, grinning as she looks up at you. âItâs like your pussyâs crying for me.â
Your breath hitches, and your hips buck upward before you can stop them.
Jinx slaps your cunt lightly. âI said keep those still.â
âSorry,â you gasp.
She shakes her head, mock-disappointed, and returns to her work like youâre a puzzle sheâs not quite finished solving. Her mouth is merciless: tongue circling your clit in tight, teasing laps, then flattening against it to give you just enough pressure to almost fall apart. Her fingers slip inside you slow and shallow at first, then curling just enough to drag against that sweet spot before pulling back again.
It builds. It burns. Your whole body starts to tighten.
âJinxââ you warn, voice already wobbling.
She pulls back with a wet pop, her chin shiny. âNope,â she says cheerfully. âNot yet.â
You whine, body shaking, the denial hitting hard. Your legs twitch, thighs trying to close, but sheâs already pressing them back open, settling between them again with that same infuriating smirk.
âYouâre gonna be a mess, huh?â she says, almost admiring. âCanât even take a little teasing.â
âA little?â Your voice cracks, breathless.
She just laughs and reaches for the vibrator.
Itâs small and sleek, and she turns it on to a low, steady hum before nestling it right against your clit. You jolt like youâve been shocked. Itâs perfect. Too perfect.
She slides two fingers back inside you and begins to fuck you slow, curling just rightâagain and again. The vibe stays pressed in place as her free hand comes to pin your hip. You canât move. Canât run. All you can do is take it.
The pressure builds too fast. You bite your lip so hard it almost bleeds.
âIâIâm gonnaââ you choke.
Jinx immediately pulls the vibe away.
You cry out, full-body shaking as the orgasm rips away from you like it was stolen.
She grins, unbothered. âOops. Timingâs a bitch, huh?â
Youâre panting, chest heaving. âPlease.â
âOh, weâre begging already? Thought youâd have a little more fight in you.â
She repeats the whole thing againâmouth and fingers and vibeâand once more drags you to the brink only to yank it away. You canât even form words the third time. Your eyes start to water, your hips squirming, desperate for friction.
Jinx looks up and laughs. Full, delighted laughter, like this is the best show sheâs seen in weeks.
âYou crying, babe?â she coos, tilting her head. âGod, youâre so hot like this. Look at you.â
You try to blink the tears away, but they fall anyway, tracing down into your hair.
Her smile turns wicked. âDo you want me to stop?â
Your body jerks. âNo!. Noâplease donât stop.â
She hums, licking her lips. âI dunno. Iâve always been moved by begging.â
You nod, breath breaking apart. âPlease, Jinx. Please let me come. I canât take it, I need it. Need you. Iâll be good, I swear, justâŠplease. Please let me.â
She watches you for a second, then lets out a satisfied sigh. âGod, I love when you get pathetic.â
She reaches for the strap-on.
Youâre barely coherent by the time she gets it situated on you: adjusting the harness, then placing the vibrator so it presses directly against your swollen clit, held snug by the base of the strap. She climbs back over you, straddling your hips, and leans in to kiss you. Slow, filthy, tongue dragging against yours.
Then she pulls back just enough to speak.
âYou wanna come?â she asks, grinding her hips forward just enough to tease the tip against her entrance. âThen do it. But Iâm not stopping until I get mine.â
Jinx sinks down onto the strap with a hiss, her fingers digging into your sides as she adjusts to the size, her mouth open, her brow pinched just slightly in that way you now know means she likes it. She rocks her hips once, experimentally, then twiceâfinding the rhythm.
And then she takes off.
Thereâs no buildup, no slow tease. She starts fucking herself on you fast and filthy, bouncing with reckless abandon. The sound of her thighs slapping against yours fills the room, joined by the wet suck of her pussy as she takes every inch. She leans back just a bit, bracing one hand behind her on your thigh for leverage, her other hand squeezing one of her own bouncing tits, fingers brushing over the silver barbell through her nipple.
Your mouth is open but no sound comes out at firstâjust panting breaths and the electric buzz of the vibrator grinding into your clit, steady and relentless under the base of the harness. Every time she comes down hard, the strap shifts just right and the toy pulses deep against you. Itâs impossibly good.
âFuckâfuck, youâre so good at that,â you whine, your hands twitching with the desire to touch her.
Jinx just laughs, wild and breathless. âI know.â
She slams herself down again, harder this time, and your entire body jumps. The vibrator doesnât let upâit keeps pressing into your clit, low and constant, while Jinx fucks herself like sheâs chasing the end of the world.
Her tits bounce with every movement, small and perfect and pierced, the metal flashing in the low light. Her body is slick with sweat or maybe lingering water, thighs trembling slightly from exertion, but she doesn't slow. If anything, she gets rougher.
Youâre already close. Too close. That hum against your clit and the friction where her body meets yours is maddening. Every time she grinds down, you swear sparks go off behind your eyes.
Your nails dig into your palm as you orgasm comes rushing into the edges of your body.
âJinxâŠJinx, Iâm gonnaââ
âOh, please do,â she pants, breath catching. âYou earned it.â
And thatâs all it takes.
You come hard, almost violently, the orgasm crashing over you in white-hot waves. Your back arches, the rope around your wrists straining as you cry out, legs shaking beneath her. The pressure from the vibrator doesn't stopâit forces you through it, even as your muscles lock and your vision blurs.
But Jinx doesnât stop.
She keeps going, riding you through it with a desperate rhythm, hips still snapping down, her moans going high and ragged now. Sheâs losing it, right on the edge.
Your hands twitch, helpless, overstimulated, but sheâs using your body like a toy nowâher toy.
Her breath stutters. âShitâshitâfuckââ
And then she falls apart.
She slams down one last time and shudders, hard, crying out as her pussy clamps around the strap and her thighs tremble uncontrollably. She collapses forward with a choked sound, her entire body going limp against you as the aftershocks hit her in waves.
She doesnât move for a long momentâjust pants against your neck, the both of you sweating and tangled and shaking. Her breath is warm on your skin. Her arms wrap around your torso, clinging, grounding herself.
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Later, the two of you are curled up on her couch again, the chaos of the earlier hours now a warm buzz in your bones. You're both wrapped in oversized robesâhers patterned with flames, yours borrowed and far too soft. Jinx is stretched across the cushions with her head in your lap, her damp braids spilling down over your thighs. Sheâs playing with your fingers, twisting them gently, brushing her thumb along your knuckles like sheâs trying to memorize the shape of them.
She lifts your hand suddenly and bites down on the fleshy part of your palmânot hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you jolt.
âOw,â you mutter, staring down at her.
âYouâre very biteable,â she says with a grin, nuzzling your wrist like itâs nothing.
You should be floating. You were floating. But now, with your head clear and the room quiet, something heavier settles in your chest. That creeping sense of reality creeping back in. The part where you leave, and she goes back to being Jinx, Jinx, and this all becomes a story you tell yourself on lonely nights to prove it happened.
Jinx stills slightly. Her fingers stop playing. She glances up at you, brows drawn together. âYouâre being loud,â she says softly.
âIâm not saying anything.â
She tilts her head. âYeah, but your brainâs shouting.â
You try to laugh it off, but it comes out thin. âItâs nothing. JustâŠpost-nut clarity. Happens to the best of us.â
She doesn't let it go. âWhat are you worried about?â
You sigh and meet her eyes. She's watching you too closely.
âThat Iâll leave,â you admit, âand youâll forget I exist. That this was justâŠa one-time thing with a hot fan and youâll move on to the next one. And Iâll just go back to normal life, pretending this wasnât the best night of my life.â
In a truly humiliating turn of events, you feel the sudden urge to cry.
Jinx stares at you a second longer. Then she smirks, gentler this time. âWow. Dramatic.â
You open your mouth, but she reaches up and tugs your face down so she can kiss you. Itâs short, soft, but enough to make your heart lurch.
âIâm not gonna forget you,â she murmurs. âYouâre way too fun to play with.â
You blink at her, stunned. âThatâs it? Thatâs the bar?â
âItâs a great bar.â She grins and sits up, snatching her phone from the coffee table. âNow give me your number before you give yourself a heart attack.â
You rattle it off, and she types it in with one hand, tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. The moment is cut short by a loud beep from the laundry room.
âHey, thatâs you,â Jinx says. âClothes are done. Guess Iâve gotta let you go, huh?â
You nod, heart heavy even as you smile. She leans in and kisses your cheek before hopping off the couch.
-
A week laterâŠÂ
JINX: sending u tix for our vegas show! im gonna ride u into the sunset <33
donât worry abt plane tix either, mamaâs got it handled
Another message follows a few seconds later.
JINX: see you soon, superfan đ
You donât stop smiling for the rest of the day.
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The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping
The First Day of the Rest of Your Life, pt. 1
Masterlist
CW: disabled whumpee, gun mention, restrained to chair, knife
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[Welcome to The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping; a self-help guide for super-villains and bounty hunters! In this self-help manual written by villains, for villains, we will go over various techniques, tips and tricks, and other useful skills for all different types of villains needed to keep those pesky heroes safely and securely kidnapped, nicely out of the way for your dastardly deeds!
Torture tips, mind games, knot-tying step-by-steps, and more, all the knowledge you will ever need in order to capture and contain a super-powered person is kept right here, in The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping! Time to seize the day, villain! Heretofore, may your endeavors forever be hero-free!]
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Stan screamed himself awake, but he couldnât hear anything over the deafening flaring in his ears, his heart racing, body burning, every muscle seizing.Â
He couldnât breathe. It wasnât that there was anything strictly in the way of his breathing, it was just as if his lungs had succumbed to death's dark embrace and were about to glide through to heavenâs pearly gates when some malevolent force clawed into them and ripped them asunder, shoved them back into his body, and ordered them to get back to work.Â
And they were not happy about it.Â
Neither were his heart, nor his brain, or any normal bodily function for that matter, because for a brief moment, they all seemed utterly appalled and offended that Stan had the audacity to still be alive.
It only took a couple eternal seconds for his bodily functions to fully reaccept their lot in life, but now he was fully aware of every fiber of his being that insisting âwait, arenât you supposed to be dead?â which made him immediately spiral into a blind panic.Â
His chest heaved as it tried to force in air, his head buzzed in a horrible all-consuming way, the lights and colors and sounds around him were all way too bright and loud and whooshing around him faster than he could ever process fully. So he just screamed, begging and needing for it to stop, please, please, he couldnât take this anymore, anything else but this, please.
Slowly, unfathomably slowly, the panic began to ebb away. His surroundings finally started to infiltrate his overloaded consciousness; the gray concrete, the cinderblock walls, a mostly empty room that immediately set him on edge, because he knew exactly what this type of room was for.Â
He sat in a chair. Or rather, his arms were wrenched behind him and his wrists were secured to the back of the chair with what must have been twine. Then some ropes connected to his wrists crisscrossed around and across his stomach several times over to keep him bound tight. So it was more like he was imprisoned in the chair.
He thrashed out against the rope, only succeeding in momentarily stealing the breath from his lungs again. No give at all. He held in a sob and blinked the tears away, trying to fight off the angrily buzzing head and desperately weak appendages.Â
Then he saw him.Â
Another person in the room; a man sitting in his own chair a few feet away, only with the good fortune to not be tied to it. He held his phone limply in his hand and tilted his head at Stan with some mild amusement, as if he had just paused his internet browsing to watch the captive struggle.Â
There really wasnât that much special about him, at least considering he was probably a villain; he dressed like a cyber-punk cowboy, with blond hair, a darker complexion, and a couple of scars scattered about the small amount of skin he had exposed, including a pretty nasty burn scar that peaked out from his collar and up over his jawline. He wore a mask to cover the bottom half of his face, and a tool belt with various little pockets and cases, among which was an actual leather holster housing an actual shining metal gun. It was some sort of old-timey-looking revolver, sparsely decorated to match the rest of the man.
Stan stared wide-eyed at him. He wished that he wasnât a panicking lurching mess in front of the person who must have been his kidnapper. The guy returned his terrified glare with half-lidded eyes and a light-hearted smile.
 âLet-let⊠Let me go-o.â Stan finally sputtered out.
The man raised an amused eyebrow. âWhat, no hi, hello? Would have thought you to be the polite typeâŠâ
A tickle in the back of Stanâs mind told him that he knew that voice from somewhere, but a much more prominent voice in the front of his mind screamed danger danger DANGER!!
âLet me go!â Stan shouted through gritted teeth, straining against the ropes. The man didnât so much as flinch. âLet me go and we can forget all about this! Iâll let you off with a warning! But you need to let me go, you have no idea who youâre dealing with here!â
The captor rolled his eyes, slid his phone into his pocket, and casually strolled over to Stan, which Stan reciprocated by leaning back into his chair as much as physically possible. He tried not to eye the revolver too noticeably.
âYouâll let me go off with a warning, huh?â The man teased with a soft lilt. âThatâs a relief. Yâknow I was worried there for a second, since Iâm dealing with THE Stan McKellen, right?â He said the name as if Stan were some movie star, instead of some super-powered nobody.
âAge twenty-two, five foot four, brownish-redish hair, green eyes, buncha fuckinâ freckles. Pretty bad limp in your right leg, and youâve got this cute little magic cane that you use to walk and make your powers just⊠so much more powerful.âÂ
His eyes practically sparkled as he knelt down in front of Stan. âTelekinesis, or something of that sort. Y'know, I saw you in full action before I nabbed you. Really impressive. The swirly magician cape really adds to the magic of it, I think.â
Stan tried to kick him in his stupid smug face, but the man was sadly just out of kicking range. He smiled a shit-eating grin and stood up to slowly meander around Stan.Â
âBut I wouldnât know about all that, especially the part about keeping that cane the hell away from you because could lay me on my ass if you had it. Because I donât know who Iâm dealing with, right?â
Stan's face flushed. âYou canât just takeâ!â
âYouâve also got some pretty shady history, yeah? I mean, did you know you donât even legally exist? Like, not that you've been declared dead or something, Iâve seen that before, I mean you don't exist at all, in any database. It's like you've been erased. You don't exist. That, of course, got my attention, so I did some digging, loads of recon and llave, you've got some of the most insane powers Iâve ever seen, just throwing shit around and pushing people around like ragdolls. Iâve been in this business for quite some time, and it wouldnât be a stretch to say youâre probably one of the most powerful Iâve seen. It's really a shame that you need that cane to do anything with them, and even more so that your leg doesnât work rightââ
âOkay, OKAY, I get it, you know who I am! Stop talking about the cane, orâ give it back, I need it!â
âPreeetty sure I implied youâre not getting that thing back.â
Stan jolted in his restraints, and immediately regretted it when he was sure he felt new bruises forming on his wrists. âI need it! Give it back.â
The man paused behind him. Long enough that Stan almost called out to him to demand what the hell he was doing. Then he sat on top of the back of Stan's chair, forcing Stan to either take his full weight on his upper back or lean forward and strain against the already too-tight rope. Stan quickly chose the latter with a strangled grunt.
âI do what I want, chiquito,â the man said, deceptively calm. Friendly, even. âYou'd do best to learn that quickly.â
Stan bucked back against the weight and let out a frustrated groan when the whole man on top of him didn't budge. The ropes dug painfully into his stomach.
âGet. Off of me.â He seethed.
âWhat's the magic word?â
âFuck you.â
His captor leaned back onto him a little bit more, and the rough tendrils of the twine bit into his wrists like sandpaper. His shoulders tugged back, stuck behind the chair and protesting the weight folding him forward by tugging him rebelliously back, caging in his ribcage, forcing the air out of his lungs. He let out a pained wheeze before he could stop himself.
âStill not quite right.â
Stan squirmed in his seat, trying to shove up and get the captor off of his back, but it was proving increasingly hard to try and shove such a big guy off with only the use of one knee to push back, his protesting noodle arms, and the increasing desperation banging against his skull.
âOkay, okay, fine!â he squeaked breathlessly, hoping he sounded like he was just conceding instead of near panicking. âGet off of me, please! Please!â
The man stood back up and Stan slammed back up against the back of his chair, breathing deep and fast, only now feeling the bone-deep soreness and probable ring of bruises around his aching wrists. He couldnât even feel his hands, the bonds were so tight. How long had he been tied up? How long had he been here?
He felt a hand ruffle his hair. âNow that wasnât so hard, was it?â
Stan wanted to scream. âYes. It was hard.â
The voice snorted. âThat's what she said.â
Stan could have sworn he saw red. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath to turn down the boiling rage and rising panic in his stomach. It did absolutely nothing. He pulled on the ropes yet again, more out of desperation than any actual notion that he might be able to tug loose, and another jolt of pain branched up along his forearms.Â
Tears threatened his eyes again. He was at the complete mercy of a man who made âthatâs what she saidâ jokes.
He did his best to shove down the emotions and tried to focus on the positives. This guy obviously didnât care about experimenting on him or trying to steal his powers, or torturing him until he was just a husk of himself, or trying to mold him into a living weapon who just lived to do as he was told without question or hesitation. HopefullyâŠÂ
There was also still that nagging feeling that Stan knew this guy from somewhere, a small piece of vital information buried deep in his brain screaming to get out, shoved down under years of trauma and intentional burying of memories until it couldnât find its way to the front of Stanâs mind if it had a map, a compass, and the sun to guide its way.
He clenched his fists. Why was his brain being so stupid?! He was smarter than this!
âWho are youâŠâ Stan grunted under his breath, not even fully meaning for it to be verbal, but the pent-up emotion was starting to bubble over.
âHm?â
âWho!â He shouted, surprising both himself and his captor. âWho are you?! Why are you doing this, why am I here, how am I here, why did you kidnap me?â
The man narrowed his eyes at Stan, and his heart may as well have stopped. He cringed in anticipation of some sort of punishment for yelling. He knew the manâs type. Power-hungry. Easily pissed off. Eager to make someone suffer, especially when theyâre given a reason to, which Stan just did. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut?
Instead of doing any of that, the kidnapper just picked up his chair and slid it closer so the two of them could talk face-to-face.Â
âAlright, you're right, I should probably explain,â he started with a sigh. Despite the sudden bewildering tone shift, Stan couldn't help but tentatively lean into the promise of answers. He hadn't expected any sort of positive response from his outburst.Â
âCanât tell you much, but Iâll give you a few free questions, yeah?" The man started. "The deal is, Iâm basically gonna be your babysitter. I'm really just supposed to keep you here for the time being.â
âYou're... myâ⊠my babysitter?â Stan sputtered.
âBasically.â
Stan waited for an elaboration, but the man seemed perfectly content with his answer. But he did say Stan could ask questions, right?
âOkay, so youâreâŠâ he started tentatively. This was a delicate game. âYouâre holding me for someone else? Or youâre gonna let me go in a little while?â
âCanât say.â
Stan scrunched his eyebrows. âWhy not?â
âYouâll learn soon enough.âÂ
Ominous.
He sighed, searching his brain for a different line of questioning.Â
âThen why are you holding me here?â he ventured.
âCanât say.â
Stan groaned. Was this how it was gonna be? âWhy not? Are you like a villain or something? Got some big plans to use me to destroy the world or some crap?â
âIf you wanna describe me as a villain, sure. Iâm just a mercenary. A bounty hunter, if you like.â
Okay, that felt like important information, but all it did was make Stan want to kick himself for not realizing sooner. Obviously the guy was a mercenary, just look at him. He felt some puzzle pieces click together within his brain. Mercenaries do other peopleâs dirty work.Â
âWhatâre you gonna do to me here?â
âDepends entirely on you.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âCanât say.â
He must be messing with him on purpose, this was egregious.
âWho are you working for?â
âCanât say.â
Stan was getting tired of this. âCanât, or wonât?â
âWonât.â
âWhy are you even letting me ask you questions if youâre not gonna answer them?â
He shrugged. âItâs a helpful pacifier.â
âCome again?â
He shrugged again.
âOkay, okay, fine,â Stan conceded. âCan you at least tell me who you are? I donât even know your name.â and I feel like Iâve seen you before.
The man chuckled. âBud, I think you can use your smart-brain to know what Iâm going to say at this point.â
Stan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. âWonât say?â
âWhat can I say? If you knew my name Iâd have to kill you,â he said in an almost sing-songy voice.
Stan nearly laughed at the cliché before he realized there was probably some truth behind the joke. It turned into a more strangled cough.
â...uh. What do I call you then?â
âUsually Iâll say âDBâ if the target isnât creative enough to come up with some derogatory nickname on their own.â
âIâm not calling you Deeby, thatâs stupid.â
âItâs even stupider when you know what itâs based on.â
âWhatâs it based on?â
âCanât say.â
âThis is bullshit.â
The man snorted and shot up from his chair fast enough for it to skitter backward. Stan recoiled into himself at the sudden flurry of movement and sound.
âWonderful, I hope you found your little impromptu interrogation session enlightening.â the mercenary smiled. âNow back to business.â
He fiddled around in one of his belt pockets, then tsked when he apparently couldnât find what he was looking for and switched to another pocket instead. Stan felt a horrible churning feeling start to stir in his gut. He didnât like how the man had just suddenly sprung to life, how giddy he seemed to be for whatever he was searching for.
His heart sunk into his shoes when he finally saw what the mercenary held up for him to see. âSo, runt,â he drawled, fiddling with an egregiously large pocket knife and locking it open with a deafening click. The blade glistened in the clinical lighting. âHow do you feel about knives?â
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Bunny in His Bed
pairing(s) : Song Mingi x reader
word count : 4922
summary : You're the soft, innocent girl who only ever had one vanilla experienceâwith no idea what real filth could feel like. That is, until you end up rooming with your best friendâs older brother, Mingi. A pervert with a teasing mouth and no self-restraint when it comes to your cute sleep dresses and breathy little moans. He takes it slow, then ruins you completelyâmaking you beg, cry, squirt, and ride him until youâre too dumb to think. But he still makes you breakfast after, calling you his princess in between filthy whispers.
genre : smut
warning(s) : Slight somnophilia vibes (consensual, implied history), Innocent but perverted reader, Best friendâs older brother, Roommate AU, Pussy slapping / squirting, Spanking (lots of it), Orgasm denial + overstimulation, Crying during sex (pleasure), Dirty talk / praise / teasing, Light dumbification, Reader wears cute sleep dresses, Mutual pining masked as lust, Fluffy aftercare with continued filth
A/N : This might be the last fic I uploaded this month, or maybe I'm gonna take some rest for a whileđźâđš
Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!
đȘsmut under the cutđȘ
It wasnât the first night you walked into the shared kitchen in one of your tiny little sleep dressesâbut this one had lace trim that swayed with every step and straps thin enough to slip off your shoulder. You werenât even trying to be sexy. That was the worst part. You were just⊠comfortable.
And Mingi was already sitting at the counter, hoodie pulled halfway down his arms, curls messy from sleep. His eyes trailed up from your bare legs to the way the fabric clung to your hips. Silent. But you felt him staring.
âCouldnât sleep?â you asked, padding across the tile barefoot, opening the fridge for a water bottle.
âNot really,â his voice came low. Rough. âYou?â
You shrugged, turning around to face him, and leaned back against the fridgeâcompletely unaware of how the thin fabric stretched across your chest. âKinda warm tonight.â
Mingi didnât say anything at first. He just kept looking at you, jaw ticking like he was holding something back.
Itâd been two months since you moved in. Your best friendâs brother had offered the extra room when you said you needed a place. You trusted him. You knew he was older, a bit⊠different from the boys youâd dated before, but he never did anything to make you uncomfortable.
Until lately.
Lately, he lingered.
Watched.
âYou always wear stuff like that to bed?â he finally asked, voice lower now.
You blinked. âHuh?â
âThat little dress.â His eyes dropped to your thighs, where the hem rested dangerously high. âYou walk around in that, knowing Iâm home?â
You laughed a little. Nervous. âItâs not that shortâŠâ
Mingi stood up slowly, towering. The way he walked around the counter felt too quiet, too smooth, until he was right in front of youâso close you had to tilt your chin up just to keep eye contact.
âYouâre either real clueless,â he murmured, reaching one hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âor you want me to stare.â
Your breath hitched. âMingiâŠâ
He smiledâlazy, dark, dangerous. âYou ever been fucked right?â
You froze.
Your voice dropped into a whisper. âIâve⊠only been with one guy. It wasnât like that.â
Mingi groaned. âFigures.â He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. âBet youâve never had someone stretch this cute little pussy open, make you cry, huh?â
Your thighs pressed together. You didnât answer.
âYouâd let me ruin you?â he muttered, voice thick. âMake you drool all over this kitchen counter?â
That was it. That was the moment something snapped. You noddedâtiny, tremblingâand whispered:
â...Please.â
Mingi didnât wait for you to say more. The second that quiet please left your lips, his hand was on your waist, dragging you flush against him like heâd been holding back for too long. You gasped when you felt how hard he already wasâthick and pressed against your stomach through his sweats.
And then he kissed you.
Hard.
It wasnât soft or shy or sweet like your ex used to kiss. Mingi kissed like he wanted to eat every breath from your lungs. Tongue in your mouth, lips moving against yours with filthy hunger, like he needed to claim you before you could change your mind.
Your little whimper was swallowed by his mouth.
He gripped your hips, pulling you closer until your thin sleep dress rode higher up your thighs. His hands were so bigâtouching too much, yet not enough. One slipped down to squeeze your ass through the fabric, and he groaned into your mouth. âFuck⊠youâve been hiding this from me all this time?â
âI didnât know you looked at me like that,â you mumbled breathlessly between kisses, hands fisting into his hoodie.
He pulled back just enough to stare down at you, pupils blown wide. âIâve been looking at you every fucking night, bunny. You walking around in these tiny little dresses, all innocent and sweet, acting like you donât know what the fuck youâre doing to me.â
You whimpered at the pet nameâbunnyâand it only made him grin darker.
âNot gonna fuck you for the first time in the kitchen,â he muttered, gripping your wrist and tugging you toward the hallway. âNot when Iâve waited this long. My room. Now.â
You followed, dizzy and needy, barely noticing how your thighs brushed together with every step.
His room smelled like himâclean laundry and something warm, masculine. It was bigger than yours by far, and the bed looked like it could swallow you whole. He didnât even turn on the lightâjust kicked the door shut and pushed you gently until you fell back onto the mattress.
You sat there, wide-eyed and flushed, legs folded under you.
Mingiâs hoodie was already coming off, revealing bare skin and toned arms as he stepped closer. âTake it off,â he ordered softly, nodding at your sleep dress. âWanna see all of you.â
Your fingers trembled a little as you reached for the straps, slowly pulling them down one by one. The fabric slid down your chest⊠then over your waist⊠pooling around your hips before you pulled it off completely.
You sat there naked, knees pressed together, heart pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.
Mingiâs gaze dragged over youâslow, heavy, drinking in everything. âFuck, baby⊠youâre gonna be the death of me.â
He dropped to his knees between your legs and pushed them apart gently, licking his lips.
âYou ever been eaten out, sweetheart?â
You shook your head, shy. âNoâŠâ
His grin was wicked. âGood. Youâll remember your first.â
âLie back for me,â Mingi murmured, guiding your shoulders until you were sprawled across his sheetsâlegs parted, chest rising and falling in uneven little breaths.
He kissed up the inside of your thigh first. Slow. Teasing. You whimpered when his nose brushed close to where you were already wet, and he groaned low in his throat.
âShit⊠youâre already dripping.â
Your hands gripped the sheets tightly as his breath ghosted over your folds. And thenâhis tongue. One long, slow lick up your slit that had your hips jerking off the bed.
âOhâMingiâ!â
âYeah, baby?â he mumbled against your pussy, voice already wrecked. âSensitive little thing, huh? Gonna cry just from my mouth?â
You shook your head, biting your lip, but the way your thighs trembled said otherwise.
Mingi didnât tease for long. He licked you open and flat-out devoured youâhis tongue dragging through every inch of you, dipping into your hole, circling your clit until your back arched off the bed. His grip on your thighs kept you spread, even as you twisted, even when you whimpered, âMingi, Iâ I think Iâm gonnaâ!â
He didnât stop.
He growled into you, âGive it to me, bunny. Wanna taste how cute you cum.â
Your thighs shook. Your stomach tensed. And just as you hit the edge, his tongue flattened against your clitâand then slapâ
His palm smacked against your dripping pussy. Just once. Light. Experimental.
You screamed.
Not from pain. From how violently your orgasm hit. It tore through you in messy, uncontrollable wavesâand then you felt it. That hot rush, the release, the wet spray that soaked his mouth and chin and dripped down your thighs.
âOhâoh my Godâ!â
You were trembling, toes curled, hands gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.
Mingi pulled back just enough to see the messâlips wet, eyes blown out with shock and arousal. âFuck, baby⊠you just squirted.â
You were still catching your breath, wide-eyed and teary, lips parted. âIâI didnât mean toââ
He laughed. Dark. Proud. âDonât apologize.â He leaned up, licking your slick from his fingers. âIâm making you do that again.â
Still trembling from the mess heâd pulled out of you, you tried to close your legsâbut Mingiïżœïżœïżœs grip was firm.
âAh, ah. Not done yet, sweetheart,â he murmured, voice gravelly and way too calm for someone who just got squirted on. âStill so sensitive... what, already crying?â he cooed as his fingers brushed your soaked clit.
You whimpered, legs kicking at the overwhelming touch. âI-Itâs too much, Mingiâ!â
But he just grinned, licking his lips. âMm⊠I think you can give me one more. You got another one in this pretty pussy, right?â
You were too dazed to answer, and that only made him laughâlow and dark.
Then came his fingers. Two of them, thick and slow, sliding into you while his thumb pressed on your clit. He watched you with hungry eyes as your back arched again, moaning out broken little gasps.
And when you got closeâthat sweet, tense twist in your belly coming backâhe stopped.
Pulled his hand back entirely.
You blinked in confusion, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a soft whine. âW-Whyâd you stopâŠâ
Mingi leaned down, nose brushing yours, smirking. âYou think Iâm gonna let you cum that easy, bunny? After that messy little squirt? Nah. I wanna watch you fall apart first.â
You squirmed under him, legs rubbing together for friction, whining softly as he started teasing againâlight flicks over your clit with the very tip of his tongue.
Then fingers. Just pressing at your entrance, not pushing in.
You were twitching, gasping. âPlease, Mingi, wanna cum⊠I wannaâwanna feel it againâŠâ
He let out a low hum, lips brushing your inner thigh. âSuch a needy little baby. One good orgasm and now you canât even speak right?â
âMingiâplease!â
He slapped your pussy again. Sharp. Hot. Not enough to hurt, just enough to make your whole body jolt.
âSay it better, sweetheart. Use your words. What do you want?â
You sniffled, eyes glassy. âWanna cum⊠wanna feel your fingers, your tongue, anythingâ please, Mingi, Iâll be goodââ
âShit.â He sucked a breath through his teeth, finally sliding two fingers in again, pumping hard. âYouâre too fucking cute when you beg.â
This timeâhe let you cum.
And you screamed, all messy and twitching, a moaning little thing with your back off the bed and your thighs trembling around his head. You sobbed through it, babbling nonsense, fingers gripping the sheets as your slick dripped down his wrist.
But Mingi didnât stop.
He kept going.
Sloppy thrusts. No rhythm. Just filthy, greedy, overstimulating pleasure while you whimpered, âT-Too muchâgonna break, Mingiâah, ahâ!â
âOh, babyâŠâ he groaned, tongue dragging up your soaked folds one more time. âYouâre already broken.â
Heâd barely given you time to catch your breath before pulling you into his lapâlegs trembling, lips parted with a dazed little pout as you straddled his hips.
âCâmere, baby,â Mingi said, voice low and wrecked, âWanna see you ride this cock. Wanna watch those pretty tits bounce while I ruin that dumb little head of yours.â
Your hands pressed against his chest for balance, thighs already shaky as you lined yourself upâhis cock thick and heavy against your folds. He didnât even help. Just laid back with that smug, perverted smirk on his face like he had all the time in the world.
âYou gonna do it all by yourself, sweetheart?â he teased, thumb brushing your lip. âShow me how bad you want it.â
You whimpered, biting down on his thumb, and slowly sank down.
âOh fuckââ
Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he filled you up, inch by inch, stretching you so deep it felt like you couldnât breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut, the burn so good, the pressure perfectâand when you finally sat flush against his hips, you were already shaking.
Mingi hissed through his teeth, staring up at you with that hungry look. âShit, baby, look at youâtaking all of me like that⊠Tightest fucking pussy Iâve ever felt.â
You whimpered, hips rolling instinctively. âMingi⊠sâtoo bigâŠâ
He grabbed your waist, dragging you up just enough before letting you drop back down. âNah, baby. Youâre made for this. For me. Show me how you fuck.â
So you moved.
Bounced.
Slow at first, thighs burning from the stretch, your tits jiggling with every drop. And Mingi? He looked feral. One hand behind his head, the other lazily cupping your breast, watching it bounce with a low groan.
âFuck⊠fuck, look at you,â he growled, thrusting up once to meet you and make you yelp. âLook how cute you areâriding my cock like itâs the only thing that matters.â
You cried out, little sobs slipping past your lips as you bounced harder, sloppier, the sounds of your slick echoing in the room.
âAm I makinâ you dumb, bunny?â he grinned, pulling on your waist to make you slam down harder. âYouâre mumblinâ againâŠâ
âIâahhâfeels sâgood, Mingi, too goodâdizzyâ!â
âYeah? You gonna cum on this cock?â he grunted, thrusting up to meet you again, fast and deep. âGonna soak me like a filthy little slut?â
You nodded frantically, sobbing now, fingers clawing at his chest. âPleaseâplease, wanna cum, please, pleaseâ!â
âThen cum.â
He sat up, mouth sucking one of your nipples into his mouth as you shatteredâscreaming, spasming around him, thighs locking up as you came so hard your whole body convulsed. Mingi groaned, holding you down on his cock, watching you lose your mind on top of him.
âShit⊠Youâre my favorite fucking toy now.â
Your thighs were quaking, tears running down your flushed cheeks, but you didnât stop riding him. Not even when your head dropped back and your voice cracked from all the soft, incoherent sobs spilling out of your lips.
âS-sâtoo muchâMingi, f-fuckâcanâtâ!â
âOh, but you can, baby.â His voice was wrecked with hunger, obsessed with the way you looked losing your mind on his cock. âYouâre so cute when you cry like this. Makes me wanna keep you stuffed and full forever.â
He grabbed both of your tits, squeezing them roughly as he thrusted up into you hard enough to make you scream.
You sobbed, nails digging into his chest, your thighs trembling violently as the pleasure got too sharp, too deep, but he wasnât letting up.
âMingiâ! Gonna cum againâ!â
He grinned, lazy and smug. âYeah? Show me.â
You came with a sob, body locking up as you spasmed around him, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth as you collapsed forward on his chest.
But he wasnât done.
Not even close.
âTurn around.â
Your hazy, tear-streaked eyes blinked at him. âH-huh?â
Mingi didnât waitâhe flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air, your face buried in the mattress. You were so sensitive, so wrecked, and you felt him line back up without missing a beat.
Thenâ
SMACK!
You yelped.
âGod, this ass is too fucking perfect,â he groaned, giving your cheek another hard slap. âCould stare at it all day.â
âM-Mingiâ!â
SMACK!
âSay thank you.â
You whined, face burning. âT-thank youâŠâ
âThatâs my girl.â He slammed into you without mercy, burying himself to the hilt in one thrust.
Your scream was muffled by the sheets, fists grabbing at the blankets as he pounded into you from behindârelentless, filthy, insatiable.
He grabbed your hair, yanking your head up. âLet me hear you beg again. Câmon, say you love this cock.â
You hiccupped on a moan, body trembling like crazy. âL-love itâlove your cock, Mingiâplease, more, please!â
âFuck yes,â he groaned, thrusting faster, the sound of your skin slapping echoing in the room. âIâm gonna make you squirt again. Gonna spank you while you cry on my dick.â
SMACK!
You screamed.
SMACK!
Tears spilled down again, body burning from both pleasure and pain as you felt yourself losing it all over again.
âIâIâm gonnaâ!â
âDo it. Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock.â
You cried out, body convulsing as you exploded, the gush of your release soaking his cock and thighs as you collapsed forward, babbling nothing but broken moans and needy whines.
And Mingi? He kept fucking you through it, whispering filthy things in your ear while he used your soft, fucked-out body like it was his personal toy.
Your legs gave out underneath you, dropping you in a trembling, sticky heap on the bed. Your thighs glistened with slick and spit, your chest rising and falling as soft hiccupy sobs slipped from your lips. Mingi had just pulled out, thick and hard and soaked in everything youâd given himâagain.
But he hadnât finished.
Not yet.
You peeked up at him through heavy lashes, eyes glassy and lips glossy with drool, a faint little whimper catching in your throat. Your body ached, pussy twitching with need, and your brain was too fogged up to think straightâbut the emptiness was too much.
âM-MingiâŠâ Your voice cracked.
He stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly, watching you fall apart with a low, smug chuckle. âLook at you,â he teased. âCute little thing, still crying. Didnât I just make you squirt all over me?â
You shook your head, sniffled, and crawled to the edge of the bed on shaky hands and knees. âI-itâs not enoughâŠâ you whimpered, blinking up at him with big watery eyes.
âOh?â He tilted his head. âYou still want more, baby?â
You nodded, sniffling again, reaching out with both hands to grab at his thighs, pressing your cheek against the base of his cock like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. âPlease⊠please cum inside me⊠I w-want it so bad, Mingi, want you to ruin meâŠâ
He groaned, grip tightening around his shaft.
âBeen so good, havenât I?â you mumbled, voice all cracked and wet and soft. âLet you use me however you wanted⊠I d-did everythingâso please, fill me upâŠâ
Tears ran down your flushed cheeks as your voice dropped even moreâsweet and whiny and broken. âDonât wanna be empty anymoreâŠâ
âFuckââ He hissed through his teeth, eyes dark with lust as he looked down at you, trembling and begging and so fucking perfect.
He grabbed you, hard, lifting you up with ease and laying you on your back again, legs spread wide and shaking. âYou wanna be full, baby?â he growled, lining himself up. âIâll make sure you never feel empty again.â
You gasped when he slammed back inside you, and a sob broke out of your throat.
âTh-thank youâthank you, Mingiâ!â
He groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and pounding into you with feverish need, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other held your hip steady. âCrying while you thank me? Shit, baby, youâre gonna kill meâŠâ
You were blabbering now, voice high and pitchy, clinging to his back as he drove you into the mattress. âFeels so goodâso deepâMingi, Iâm gonna breakâ!â
âYouâre already broken, sweetheart.â He kissed your temple, whispering like a lover even as he fucked you like a demon. âAnd youâre so fucking cute like this. So desperate, so messy, all mine right nowâŠâ
And when he finally cameâhard, with a deep groan and his face buried in your neckâyou cried out again, feeling the heat flood your core, your hands clawing at him as your body twitched through the aftershocks.
Still gasping, still trembling, still mumbling barely-there thank-yous.
And Mingi just held you, sweaty and breathless, as if he was never letting you go.
You didnât even realize you were still leaking around him until he shifted his hips, still buried deep in your swollen, overstretched walls. Mingiâs hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, his lips brushing over your forehead in soft little kisses. You felt so warmâso fullâyour breath slowing, your heartbeat steadying under the weight of his body.
But his cock was still inside you.
Still thick, twitching every now and then.
And he was hardening again.
You mumbled something incoherent, more like a dreamy hum than actual words, nuzzling into his neck.
ââŠYou awake, baby?â Mingi whispered, voice hoarse, raspy with exhaustion.
You nodded sleepily, cheeks sticky with dried tears and your thighs aching deliciously. âMmhm⊠still insideâŠâ
âStill warm,â he groaned, grinding his hips just enough to feel your pussy clench. âFuck⊠youâre hugging me so tight, baby. You gonna let me use you one more time?â
A sleepy whimper slipped out, and your fingers curled into his back. âT-too muchâŠâ
âJust one more,â he murmured, voice sweet but filthy. âYouâre already so full, might as well keep stuffing you, yeah?â
He rolled his hips again, deeper this time, and you gaspedâtired, overstimulated, but already soaking all over again. âMingi⊠I canâtââ
âYou can,â he whispered, lips brushing against your temple. âYouâre doing so good, baby. So pretty, even when youâre crying⊠my cute little roommate.â
He slowly started thrusting, every movement gentle but deep, dragging out the squelch of his cum between your legs with each slow stroke.
You whimpered, head tilting back, your legs falling open for him like instinct. âNgh⊠f-feels goodâŠâ
âThatâs it,â he groaned. âJust let me fuck you through it, baby. Let me feel your cute little pussy milk me dry.â
You moaned louder this time, slurred words spilling from your lips in breathy little gasps. âSo deepâMingi, y-youâre still so big, whyâs it still so bigâŠâ
He chuckled softly, eyes dark as he stared down at your fucked-out face. âBecause youâre too cute, baby. Canât help myselfâŠâ
He kept going, slow and thick and messy, not even bothering to pull out as his cum dripped down between your cheeks, mixing with your slick and his spit. You blinked up at him, dazed and broken and glowing all at once.
And when he finally came again with a quiet, shuddering groan, you whimpered at the warmth flooding you for the second time.
âïżœïżœïżœMingiâŠâ you breathed out, nearly incoherent. âY-youâre gonna break meâŠâ
âYouâre already broken, sweetheart,â he murmured, laying soft kisses along your collarbone as he rutted lazily into you a few more times before stilling.
âBut fuck, baby⊠Iâve never seen anything as pretty as you falling apart.â
The sunlight was barely peeking through the blinds when you stirred, your legs twitching from the dull ache between them. You were wrapped up in warmthâMingi's chest against your back, his heavy arm draped around your waist, and his cock still lazily nestled against your ass, soft but twitching with every slow breath.
âMingiâŠâ you whispered sleepily, voice hoarse and sweet.
He groaned low, nuzzling into your neck. âMorning already?â
You giggled softly, your body sore in all the right places. âMy thighs hurtâŠâ
He kissed your shoulder. âGood. That means I fucked you right.â
You turned your face toward him, cheeks hot, eyes still puffy from last nightâs cute little crying fits. âPervert.â
âYour pervert.â He smirked, biting playfully at your earlobe. âAnd you loved it.â
You hummed. âI didâŠâ
There was a beat of silence, and then you sighed. âBut Iâm sticky. Weâre gross.â
âGuess we should clean up, huh?â he whispered, voice already heavy with mischief.
Before you could protest, he rolled you both out of bed and scooped you up bridal-style, your sleep dress barely hanging on your shoulders. You squealed, arms flying around his neck.
âMingiâ!â
âI said weâre showering. Gotta make sure my baby is squeaky clean.â
He kicked the bathroom door open and sat you on the cold counter, standing between your legs with his hands on your bare thighs. He just stared at you for a secondâat the messed-up lace, the little bruises, the faint red handprints heâd left behind.
And then, âYou gonna let me clean you with my tongue again, baby?â
You blinked at him, lips parting.
ââŠYouâre hopeless.â
But when you opened your legs for him again, you both knew you didnât mean it.
Mingi turned the shower on, steam curling into the room as the water heated up. While it warmed, he leaned down and kissed youâslow and deep, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth while his big hands slid under your sleep dress, dragging it up and off your body.
âStill so cute even when youâre wrecked,â he murmured, voice low and thick with sleep and lust. âWanna fuck you all over again.â
Your body twitched at his words, your thighs pressing together instinctively. âIâm still soreâŠâ
âIâll be gentle,â he saidâthough the glint in his eyes said otherwise.
He picked you up again and stepped into the shower with you, water cascading over both your bodies, his arms strong and steady around you. You let out a shaky breath as the warmth soothed your aching muscles, but your comfort didnât last long.
Mingi pinned your back to the slick wall tiles, water running down his broad shoulders as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted them around his waist. His cock was already hard again, flushed and throbbing against your core.
âY-you said gentle,â you mumbled, flushed and wide-eyed.
âI said Iâll try,â he corrected, smirking. âBut youâre too damn addicting, baby. Canât help it.â
You whined as he rubbed his cockhead along your folds, spreading his cum and your slick from the night before. âMingi⊠Iââ
âYouâre always so wet for me,â he groaned. âStill leaking, baby? God, look at youâŠâ
He pushed in slowâjust the tipâand your eyes fluttered shut, your lips parting in a soft moan as your head thunked back against the tile. The heat of the water, the steam, his body against yoursâit was all too much and not enough.
âF-fuck, youâre tight,â he growled, gripping your thighs tighter. âEven after everything I did last nightâŠâ
You gasped as he slid in deeper, your arms locking around his neck. âM-Mingi⊠ahânghhâs-still soreâŠâ
âI know, baby,â he cooed, kissing your cheek. âBut you can take it. You always do. My good girl.â
His hips began to move, slowly at firstâjust enough for you to feel the stretch all over again. You whimpered into his shoulder, legs trembling, but your pussy clenched around him greedily.
âMaking those cute noises againâŠâ he muttered, voice almost desperate. âSay something for me, baby.â
âF-feels good,â you managed, your voice slurred, high and breathy. âSo bigâs-stretching me againâŠâ
âYouâre dripping,â he whispered against your ear. âFucking leaking around me, and Iâm not even moving fast yet.â
You let out a sob, your fingers tangling in his wet hair. âPleaseâMingiâfeels too goodâdonât stopââ
And he didnât.
He began thrusting harder, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the shower, water spraying off his back while he fucked you raw against the tile. You whimpered, moaned, your head rolling as he hit that same deep, sweet spot over and over until your body was convulsing in his arms.
âCum for me,â he grunted. âWanna feel you fall apart again.â
And you didâyour eyes rolled back, your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your whole body shaking as you came hard around him. And right after, with a strangled groan, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you again.
For the fourth time.
You both panted, clinging to each other as the water kept pouring over you. Mingi kissed your temple softly.
âI should get a gold medal for this,â he muttered playfully.
You mumbled into his shoulder, barely coherent. âMm⊠just feed me breakfastâŠâ
He grinned. âAfter I eat you for breakfast again.â
After the shower, your legs barely held you up, so Mingi wrapped you in a towel and carried you straight to the kitchen like you weighed nothing. You were wearing one of his oversized shirts nowâstill damp and clinging to your soft curves, the hem brushing your thighs with every step you took.
Mingi was shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, his hair still damp and messy. And the way his eyes kept dropping to your bare legs as he cooked? That hungry look never left.
âYou know,â he muttered, flipping the pancakes in the pan, âI could bend you over this counter right now. Bet your pussyâs still twitching from the shower.â
You whimpered into your glass of juice, squirming in the stool you sat on. âMingiâŠâ
âWhat? Iâm just saying,â he smirked, setting the plate down in front of you. âYou looked so cute, all dumb and crying on my cock. How am I supposed to not talk about it?â
You pouted, hiding your red face behind your fork. âYouâre so dirtyâŠâ
âAnd you love it,â he whispered as he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. âYou love when I talk to you like that, donât you? Gettinâ all shy now, but you were begging me to spank your pussy five minutes ago.â
Your thighs clenched automatically, eyes fluttering. âThat was⊠differentâŠâ
He kissed your temple and slid into the stool beside you. âNah. Youâre just my pretty little pillow princess who gets shy after being ruined.â
You shoved his arm playfully, cheeks hot. âEat your pancake, pervert.â
But your voice was so soft, your smile too wideâbecause you did love it. Every filthy word, every dirty look he gave you like you were his favorite thing to ruin.
Mingi leaned on his elbow, watching you eat with that same smirk tugging at his lips.
âAfter this⊠Iâm putting you back in bed,â he murmured lowly. âAnd youâre gonna sit on my cock nice and slow while I kiss you. Letâs see how many times I can make you cum without moving my hips.â
You choked on your juice.
He patted your back, completely unbothered. âCareful, baby. Canât have you dying before I ruin you again.â
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"Wait for me."
A single title for all the pictures here.
Hello! Feels like itâs been forever since I last uploaded a drawing. May was super hectic for me, I barely had time to draw. But now Iâve got a bit of free time, and Iâm using it to get my revengeâby drawing a lot!
SS: Iâve been wanting to draw this scene for so long.
AoL: Finally colored this old sketch.
Lttp: This is the scene at the start of the LTTP game, and I think Link only hears Zeldaâs voice telepathically. He doesnât know what she looks like, so I didnât draw her here. I love drawing Linkâs rain-soaked hair
TP: I think I messed up the coloring on this one. I just canât feel the depth. I wanted to color the throne to look dark (with deep tones) but also distant (fading into white), and I couldnât get it to blend properly. not enough...
BOTW: A beautiful day to slay Ganon!
Hope you like it!
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f1 grid | first kiss



àšà§ : featuring : all drivers on the grid àšà§ : synopsis (requested by anon) : first kisses with the grid
àšà§ : word count : 800
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ᥣđ© a/n : an on-time upload.. woah T-T
Êă»red bull
max verstappen
he hesitates for a second, thumb brushing your cheek like heâs making sure this is okay. then itâs slow, a little intense, and he lingers like heâs memorizing the way you taste. no teasingâjust genuine, quiet passion.
yuki tsunoda
itâs sudden, right in the middle of you laughing too hard. he grabs your face, flustered and bold, and kisses you before he can overthink it. pulls back all red and goes, âshut up,â even though you werenât even talking.
Êă»mercedes
george russell
the kind of kiss that feels like a promise. itâs after a long night, when youâre both a little tired and heâs looking at you like he canât believe youâre real. hand on your waist, forehead pressed to yours, and then he leans in.
kimi antonelli
nervous, soft, and clumsy in the sweetest way. heâs grinning before and after, probably says something dumb like âthat wasnât too bad, huh?â but his ears are so red and he wonât stop smiling for hours.
Êă»ferrari
charles leclerc
a little breathless, full of build-up. he brushes your hair behind your ear, eyes searching yours, then leans in like heâs giving in to something heâs felt for ages. kisses you like heâs saying finally.
lewis hamilton
gentle and incredibly tender. maybe itâs after he compliments something small about you, then you look at him like youâre about to say âthank you,â but he just kisses you instead. soft music playing, hearts racing.
Êă»mclaren
lando norris
itâs cheeky at firstâhe makes a joke, you roll your eyes, and suddenly heâs leaning in. quick, then slower when he realizes youâre kissing back. pulls away and goes âthat was cool,â trying to play it off, but his smile gives him away.
oscar piastri
surprisingly smooth. heâs quiet, watching you talk about something random, and then just goes for it. itâs calm, confident, and sweeter than you expected. when you ask why now, he shrugs: âfelt like the right time.â
Êă»aston martin
fernando alonso
teasingly slow. he waits until youâre annoyed with him, then cups your face with a smirk and kisses you like heâs been planning it all along. pulls back with a raised eyebrow like âyou good now?â
lance stroll
soft and shy. it happens while youâre cuddling or talking quietly. he leans in slowly and almost chickens out halfway, but you close the gap. his hands stay at your waist the whole time, grounding himself in the moment.
Êă»williams
alex albon
warm and playful. probably after heâs been making you laugh, and he catches you mid-giggle. the kiss is light, smiley, and makes you both laugh right after. he kisses you again immediately, softer this time.
carlos sainz
confident but caring. he leans in close, makes sure youâre looking at him, and kisses you slowlyâlike he knows what heâs doing and wants you to enjoy every second. murmurs âbien?â against your lips.
Êă»haas
ollie bearman
absolutely panics internally but tries to be cool. gives you a shy little grin, then just leans in and goes for it. surprisingly good at it, but turns bright red after and starts rambling. âwas that okay? i meanâobviously, butââ
esteban ocon
thoughtful and deliberate. he makes sure the moment feels right. kisses you like heâs been thinking about it for a while but wanted it to be perfect. afterward, he just holds your hand tighter.
Êă»racing bulls
liam lawson
mischievous and flirty. he says something like âyou keep looking at me like that, and iâm gonna have to kiss you,â and then actually does. itâs cocky for about two seconds, and then very soft when he realizes how serious it feels.
isack hadjar
a little hesitant, but once heâs sure youâre into it, itâs full of emotion. he touches your face, almost reverently, and kisses you like heâs scared it might be the only one. spoiler: itâs not.
Êă»alpine
pierre gasly
oh he makes it a moment. dim lights, soft music, his arm around your shoulder. itâs slow, smoldering, and just a little showy. he pulls away with a smug smile and goes âyouâve been thinking about that too, right?â
franco colapinto
innocent and genuine. it happens during a quiet, wholesome momentâmaybe while stargazing or lying on the couch. he brushes his thumb over your lips like a question, then kisses you like heâs dreaming.
Êă»kick sauber
nico hulkenberg
surprisingly sweet for someone so blunt. itâs simple, nothing flashyâjust a quiet lean-in when you're standing close. he kisses you like itâs obvious, like this was always going to happen eventually.
gabriel bortoleto
excited and a little rushed. he just has to kiss you. maybe after you say something cute or smart, and he canât help himself. pulls back with a sheepish grin and says, âsorry, iâve been wanting to do that for weeks.â
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I ran as fast as I could (recovering from exams). What about a Lance SMAU where heâs soft launching with a slightly famous book tuber. And people assume itâs every driver but the right driver.
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Is there a cheese anon yet?
YOU ARE THE MOONLIGHT OF MY LIFE.
FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

SUMMARY: You and Lance have been soft launching, but nobody can seem to pinpoint the connection :)
WARNINGS: Fluff!!! Yay!
FEATURING: Lance Stroll x Booktuber!Reader
NOTE: You sent this in AGES ago and I never got to it but here you are now! Hope you feel better soon Cheese :) Also this might genuinely be my longest SMAU idk
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your.username Alright, since you guys asked so nicely Iâll start reviewing more romance novels đ
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â username7 - ARE YOU SOFT LAUNCHING?
â username8 - Itâs giving gold digger and I support that
your.username - LOL? Unfortunately I was actually charmed by his weird and strange personality
username8 - Need this energy in my life
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lance_stroll Enjoying the weekend off đđ
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username9 - He WOULD post this without explanation
username10 - IS THAT A GIRL? A FRIEND? A⊠GIRLFRIEND?
username11 - Rich guy with girlfriend. Like if youâre surprised
> username11 - See how nobody liked this?
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username13 - TELL US GRAMPS
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username14 - MISSUS?????? AS IN? đ??
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username15 - SORRY???????
username16 - ARE YOU DATING AN F1 DRIVER?? WWHAT
username17 - Even better question. IS HE FROM MCLAREN?
> username18 - It would have to be Lando then, right???
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user22 - What about Lance?
user21 - Mmmaybe but I doubt it, he seems too reserved for her
user23 - I KINDA HOPE ITâS CARLOS, HEâS THE PERFECT BOOK BF
user24 - Guys George is STRAIGHT out of a romance novel puh-lease
user21 - My thoughts exactly, but it seems unlikely still

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username26 - THE WAY WE GOT IT RIGHT
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username27 - He knows something we donâtâŠ
username28 - Why did this actually make me believe it lessâŠ
username29 - Right? Itâs too convenientâŠ

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username31 - Bro we fell into her trap
username32 - So itâs CHARLES?
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user37 - FERNANDO?
user38 - WHY would you suggest Fernando before you suggest LANCE?
user39 - ITâS LANCE.
user22 - TOLD YâALL
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A sweet angel and her corrupting devils
Fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley
Requested by: @flowerhetal
Request: âThe twins with an inexperienced readerâ
A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. I'm finally back and writing. Also, I really went on a tangent for this one, Iâm very sorry. And I had to rewrite most of the book because I wanted it to be a BFB as Ginny's bestie, but by TOOTP Ginny is 14 and the twins are 17-18, and I knew someone would pick it up and yikes. So say hello to Ron's new bestie, who is legal. Iâm gonna be honest, this one was difficult to write and I didnt like how slow it was because I was just pushing to get it uploaded after so long. I really don't feel like this is even in my top 10.
T/W: Virgin reader, Twins kinda baby reader, Umbridge causing pain, Fingering, Praise
The Twins were such sweethearts.
Despite their joking nature, they treated you like a glass statue. Even when they picked you up, they handled you with care.
Fred and George were 2 years older than you. Being Ronâs best friend meant that, at first, the twins saw you as an annoying little sister, just without the trademark hair and freckles. But then the attraction became increasingly obvious. Fred and George would pay more attention to you and always wanted to sit beside you when you stayed for a sleepover. After a brief conversation between the two, they had realised that you had become another shared trait for the twins.
It was only fair that they agreed to share your attention.
As the years passed and you all got older, that attraction never faded. The twins flocked to you. Whenever a new prank was ready, you would never be a target. But theyâd make sure that you were there to bear witness since they loved the sound of your laughter.
You started going to them more often, telling them about your day and listening to theirs. They never let anyone mess with you, saying that anyone who did would become the next target for their best prank yet. However, you didn't think that threat would extend to staff members.
When Delores Umbridge walked through the doors of Hogwarts School, she didnât plan to let you all go about your regular business. She had a plan, which involved corporal punishment. They had found you buried under a pile of duvets in your room, missing both lunch and dinner. When they first stepped into your room, they didnât think you were even there until they heard soft whimpers coming from the blanket pile.
Pulling back a few layers revealed your shaking form. Eyes red and puffy from hours of crying and arm red raw from both Umbridgeâs quill and the insatiable urge to itch that comes with any scar. The mantra on your arm read âI shall pay more attention in class instead of daydreamingâ.
Even when you tried to hide away and burrow back into the safety of the blankets, George cradled your face in his hands.
âSweet girl, itâs okay. She got you too, did she? Why don't you come out and let me and Freddie look after youâ
The effect they had on you was pure magic. They could talk you into anything with their soft voices. You slowly emerged, clinging to George like a baby koala while Fred took the chance to examine your arm. He cooed softly as he pressed a kiss to your palm.
âBaby, youâve been touching it havenât you? You know youâre not meant to scratch your scarsâ
All Hogwarts rooms had a first aid box. Nothing too fancy, just a few bandages and elixirs for those first years who couldn't wait to duel. Although Fred could have used a spell to soothe your wound, a simple bandage had that closeness and cozy feel to it. There's something romantically tragic about bandaging your lover's wounds.
His fingers applied the elixir like a massaging oil before carefully applying the bandage. All the while, your face stayed tucked into George's neck. George splayed his fingers across your back, his lips brushing along your ear.
âWe just want to take care of you. Thatâs all weâve ever wanted, sweet girlâ
Fred set aside the bottle and sat on the bed, his hands finding your hips. He slowly pulled you from George's lap and onto his own, his chest against your back while his hands encircled your middle. You didn't mind when his hands drifted to your abdomen, they always made you feel so safe.
âI bet no other boy has ever taken care of you, have they?â
George cooed while his own hands stroked your thighs, slowly getting higher. When you shook your head, he moved forward to part your thighs and nestle between them, causing your skirt to ride up. Fred pulled your skirt up slowly, letting you object if you wanted to.
âWe know how to take care of pretty babies like you. You just have to trust Georgie and I. You can do that, canât you?â
They already knew that you were putty in their hands, but your meek approval made it so much better. George slowly pulled your panties down and put them in his pocket before he spread your legs more. Just a glance at you told him all he needed to know. You really were a virgin. He shot Fred a glance before both boys just stared at you. Fred pressed a kiss to your ear.
âAre you sure you want this, baby? To give yourself to us like this? We canât go back afterwardsâ
Your meek voice filled their ears despite how quiet you were.
âI want you both. Please? Please make the pain go awayâ
George leaned forwards and kissed your lips, his hand trailing down to stroke your clit. He revelled in the surprised whimper that seemed to escape you. While his thumb rubbed slow circles over your button, his fingers glided down to tease your pussy. George gathered your slick and slowly pushed his finger inside. You were tight. Too tight.
âBaby, do you everâŠplay with yourself?â
You looked up at Fred first before looking at George, your cheeks pink.
âNo, is that wrong?â
Oh, you were sweet.
Fred pressed a kiss to your temple while George's lips kissed the tip of your nose. They wanted to teach you everything. Every kissing technique, every position, every special toy. You would be their eager little student, desperate for kisses and praise. They wondered if you got wet just from being called their good girl.
âIt's not wrong at all, sweetie. It just means that Georgie and I get to spend more time with you. Practice makes perfect, right?â
George's finger slid back inside of you, keeping a slow pace to let you adjust. Fred's hand toyed with your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipples while his other hand rested across your middle to keep you still when you squirmed. Every moan filled their ears as if you were their own private singer. Pure music. George could feel how much of your juices was coating his fingers, you were wet enough for more. His second finger joined the first, your walls practically suffocating them. His fingers angled up and pushed deeper.
A loud moan left your lips, your walls clamping down on George's fingers. Your body squirmed in Freds grip. His hand left your nipples to cover your mouth. God forbid anyone heard and interrupted them. George kept his thumb on your throbbing clit, adding pressure to keep you spaced out.
When your moans slowly subsided, George slowly pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to his lips. Fred kept you in a tight grip, his hand leaving your mouth to stroke your cheek softly. Your body trembled between them, eyes still closed and chest heaving for oxygen.
âYou did such a great job, baby. Such a sweet girl. I bet Georgieâs fingers felt so goodâ
They waited a while before deciding to clean you up, wanting to take in the pretty sight for a while longer.
They liked how pretty their girl looked for them.
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Alight With The Sparks | M. Robinavitch
Summary: Jack and Samira open a dating account for Robby, and furious Dr. Robinavitch goes to shut down the poor girl they have managed to charm, only for the night to take a turn and change his mind.
Warnings: 18+ mdni! Smut(only one scene), VERY VERY PLOT HEAVY, so much pining urgh, Robby falls hard and fast and first, he is smitten alright, Alcohol consumption, blind date trope, lots of fluff and kisses and just cutesy things, English isnât my first language<3
word count: 8.4k+
an: so I know I said I didnât wanna write the blind date idea but here I am with this HEAVY fic! I hope you guys like this pleaseeeee comment and tell me what yâall think about it! Also, shoutout to @m-robinavitch & @pxpecxdy for helping me with this fic!!! ALSO THE PICS DO NOT REPRESENT THE READER!! She is written as neutral as possible with NO details about her appearance! Sheâs just shorter than Robby!
no beta<3

âJack, heâll kill us.â
 âIâve had enough of his grumbling.â Jack unlocks Robbyâs phone, opening his gallery to find at least one good picture of him. âHe doesnât say it, but I can see how lonely he is.â
 âAnd your solution is to open a dating account without him knowing?â Samira hisses, sitting down next to Jack on the couch, glancing at the bathroom door in the hallway in panic, âStopâ what if he finds out? Oh, great, now youâre snooping around his gallery.â
 âSweetie, listen,â Jack whispers while airdropping the few pictures he has selected from Robbyâs phone, glancing up at the bathroom door before he looks at Samira, âHeather has moved on, all his exes have moved on, and he is sitting alone in a bar drinking while having a midlife crisis. He needs to go out; itâs good for him and my sanity.â
 âYou already have a girlfriend, stop digging your nose into his life, maybe he doesnâtâ shit, shit, he is unlocking the door!â Samira snatches Robbyâs phone, standing up anxiously before she rushes toward the kitchen, dropping his phone face-first on the counter, and busying herself with filling a glass of water.
 Jack clears his throat, looking down at his own phone, a barely visible smirk on his face as he opens the dating app and uploads Robbyâs photo without looking suspicious.Â
 âWhat do you want to have for dinner?â Samira asks, smiling awkwardly at Robby, who gives her a reassuring grin in return while he reaches for the tissue box on the counter next to his phone, âI donât feel like cooking, soâŠâ
 âWeâll figure it out, honey, donât worry,â Jack, finally after the harsh glare Samira gives him, turns off his phone resting his head on his hand on the back of the couch as he waits for Robby to join him, âIt doesnât matter as long as Robby stays here with us.â
 âYeah, about thatâŠâ Robby drops the crumbled tissues inside the trash, putting his phone in the pocket of his jeans before he gives a soft apologetic smile to Samira, âI think I should leave. You gotta enjoy your time with him now that heâs moved in. Iâll come another day.â
 âYou know we are more than happy to have you over,â Samira replies, following Robby to the door, pulling Jack up by his hand to say his farewell, âBut no pressure! Youâre welcome anytime!â
 âThank you, Samira,â He gives her a half hug before he pats Jackâs back when he is pulled in for a deep embrace, âGood night, brother.â
 âItâd have been great if you didnât run away from having a solid conversation with me.â
 âI donât need you to scold me about my perfect life, Iâve heard enough,â Robby shakes his head as he bends down to put his sneakers on, sighing deeply when he sees how Jack and Samira â both â give him an unsatisfying look, âDonât even think about talking. Iâm outta here.â
 âWe want whatâs best for youââ
 âAnd that, Jack,â Robby hits the elevatorâs button before he looks back at his friend with a defeated smile, âIs to keep your head out of my business. âM not trying to sound mean, Iâve done everything, maybe thatâs how itâs always supposed to be.â
 âWhat? What do you mean?â Samira asks, stepping forward, looking at Robby with a soft frown, glancing back at Jack, who is mimicking her conflicted thoughts.
 âIâm not exactly the best man to date,â Robby shrugs, running a hand through his hair as he waits for the elevator to reach the floor, âIâve been told, and I donât disagree. Iâve tried everythingââ
 âNot everything.â It is comical how Jack and Samira both say it at the same time, and in that moment, Jack understands she is on board with his plans.
 Robby chuckles, his shoulders go rigid as he waves at them one final time, âI have, trust me. Iâm destined to be alone, and Iâm fine with it. You should be, too.â
 As soon as the elevator doors are shut, Samira pushes Jack inside the house, slamming the door before running her hands down her face, groaning loudly.
 âGet out your phone, I canât believe Iâm saying this,â she grabs Jack by the elbow, pushing him down on the couch as she crawls next to him, âFind him a date as soon as possible. He is becoming an insufferable old man.â
 âSee? My idea is fucking brilliant!â Jack grins at her, unlocking his phone to open the dating app, âWe gotta make sure we talk exactly like Robby so when they go on the date, she thinks it was him all along.â
 âWeâre basically lying, but sure, thank you for your brilliant idea,â Samira sighs, shaking her head in disappointment, but deep down, she knows this is the only path Robby hasnât taken; maybe something good will come out of it. She can only hope.
 âOkay, choose a pictureâ definitely not this,â Jack angles his phone so she can take a better look at the photo. The first one is a group photo of Robby and his day shift team; he isnât looking the happiest and cleanest, and more importantly, he is looking at Heather. So nope, this one has to go.
 âSomething that shows his face better,â she snatches his phone from his hands, leaning against his chest as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, âOkay⊠what about this?â
 âNot bad, but itâs a group photo againâ does he even have a picture of himself? Like a solo one?â
 âThatâsâŠâ Samira stops, pouting a little when she thinks about it, âThat means no oneâs ever taken a picture of him. No wonder he feels so drained; he doesnât have one single picture of himself! Jack he is so lonely.â
 âIâve been telling you, honey,â Jack kisses the crown of her head, âHe needs to find his match again. He found it once, he can do it again.â
 âThis app better give us someone worth his timeâ oh, okay, this selfie isnât that bad, huh?â
 âHeâs holding up a book,â Jack cringes, scratching his jaw as he stares at the photo, âOkay, urm, itâs not too bad, but he looks like a grandpa. We just have to find girls who are into him and whatever category this picture is a part of.â
 âHeâs had bunch of relationships before, weâll definitely find someone,â he watches as she adds his name, making sure she puts down âRobby in shortâ so his future hypothetical date doesnât call him by his first name, âAdd his height, his job⊠urm, what else?â
 âWhat does he like? Besides books, obviously.â
 âWomen.â
 âJack,â she gives him a look that screams as if we donât already know, âFocus! Hobbies. What does he do when he is out of the hospital?â
 âDrinking, reading⊠he goes to this really, really old record shopâ heâs such an old man, heâs going to die soonâouch, what?â
 âYou are barely any younger than him,â she pinches his arm, rolling her eyes as she adds the things he told her, âAny sports? Football, basketball, baseball?â
 âI think he plays basketball with Jake a few times a week when he isnât exhausted, which is rare, you should add that he is so tiredââ
 âListen, babe,â Samira turns around, cupping Jackâs face and he takes the opportunity to pecks her lips, âYou had a stupidly amazing idea, now donât fucking ruin it. Let me handle it, alright? Alright.â
 She settles against him again, putting the location on Pittsburgh before she presses âdoneâ and starts going through the options the app is offering in this city. They like some of the profiles, delete the others, and the game of finding Robby a match starts.
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 âHey, man,â Jack strides inside the hospital, backpack slung on his shoulder as he hugs Robby, taking a look at the board before he looks back at Robby, who gives him a sympathetic nod, âLooks like you guys had a rough day.â
 âYeah, hope your shift is better than ours,â Dana sighs, tucking her glasses inside her bag, âIt was a shitshow. A school bus crashed into a tree⊠a bunch of terrified children ran in here.â
 âThatâs the worst you got today? You should hang around and see how muchââ
 âItâs not a game of who has it worse, Jack,â Dana chuckles, swinging her bag on her shoulder as she leaves the station, âEnjoy the night, Iâm sure youâd love the screaming children whoâve got hand surgery at three in the morning.â
 âHave a good night,â Jack squeezes Danaâs hand as she passes him, looking back at Robby, who is leaning his hand on his forearm on the Central, âGo home, you need rest.â
 âYeah, I will,â Robby scratches the back of his neck, âIâm thinking of taking a few days off, just to sleep. I know I wonât, but trying it wouldnât hurt.â
 âTake Friday off,â Jack replies quickly â almost too quickly â before he clears his throat and pulls his phone out of his cargo pants, âSo you know, you can have your weekend and a day more off in a row. Please text Samira and tell her I got here, the carâs hers for her next shift.â
 âSure,â Robby frowns a bit at Jack, watching him go after Jack, and hands him his phone. Robby, hesitant and nervous, unlocks Jackâs phone â yeah, he knows his password, itâs a requirement in ER because they trust each other enough and someone has to get inside this thing in the time of emergency â and he finds Jackâs messages with ease, Samiraâs name pinned on top with a picture of her smiling.
 Itâs one second, he is too quick, he shouldnât be this quick, but he is. He catches a glimpse of his name in one of the recent unread messages. He stands frozen, looking at the contactâs name, color draining from his face.
 Robbyâs date
 âWhat the fuck?â He whispers, opening the message without thinking twice, reading the only text available.
 Iâm so excited to finally meet you this Friday, Robby!
 He thinks he might drop dead in the middle of the ER. If he puts his hand on the side of his trachea, he would feel how insanely fast his carotid pulse is. He is sweating on his forehead, his back, and his hands. He doesnât think he can hold the phone any longer.
 He takes another look at the message, and it seems the words are taunting him. A date. Robby. A date he doesnât know anything about. In Jack fucking Abbotâs phone.Â
 Robby walks to the locker room, phone clutched in his hand as he pushes past people to find his friend, Jack, might not be his friend any longer after this conversation â and finds him pulling out his stethoscope from his bag.
 âIâm gonna ask this once, Jack,â Robby squeezes his eyes shut as he holds up the phone, âWhat the fuck is this?â
 âWhaâ oh.â
 âOh is right, my friend,â Robby glares at Jack, who just shrugs and shuts his locker door, sighing deeply before he grabs his phone and locks it. âRobbyâs date, seriously? Are you cheating on Samiraââ
 âWoah, woah, okay, man, take a fucking breath,â Jack raises his hands, giving Robby a look that shows if he talks more he might pull out his knife and slice his friend in half, âI would rather lose all my limbs than cheat on her, one. Two, that is your date. See the name, Robbyâs name? Thatâs you. You think Iâm that desperate to impersonate you? Youâre not half as handsome as I am.â
 âSo what is it then? I have a date and I didnât even know about it?â Robby pushes his hands into his hoodie, turning around to lightly bang his head on the lockers, âWhen were you going to tell me?â
 âThursdayââ
 âA day before the date? Wow, this is fucking thrilling,â he rubs a hand down his face, leaning on his side on the cold metal, giving Jack a defeated look while crossing his arms over his chest, âWhyâd you do that, Jack?â
 âBecause Iâm fucking worried about you,â Jack hisses, walking closer so he doesnât need to shout and alert the entire floor, âYouâve been neglecting yourself, I canât stand that.â
 âYouâre talking like a Victorian prince, spit it out, Iâm one second away from banging my head on this damn locker.â
 âYou are lonely and instead of fixing it, youâre letting it destroy you,â Jack says, putting his hand on Robbyâs shoulder, squeezing him tightly, âI know what I did was⊠unethical, so to say, but you need to get out there, brother. You have to stop letting these destructive thoughts ruin your life, and no, before you say it, you deserve a good life.â
 âIâll go to that date to shut that poor girl down,â Robby whispers, shaking his head slightly as he takes in Jackâs words. âSheâs probably excited to meet me, and Iâm gonna go tell her how it was not me. Bravo.â
 âItâs a step even if you tell her no,â Jack shrugs and gives him a soft smile, âBut go there, you never know what might happen.â
 âIâm still fucking pissed at you so donât push it.â
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 Robby is nervous. It has been too long since he has felt this way. Nervous about meeting a woman? The confident Dr. Robinavitch, who handles a chaotic emergency department for twelve hours on his own? It doesnât sound like him.
 What is worse, though, is that Jack didnât budge for a second when Robby asked him to show at least a picture of his date so he could easily find and send the poor girl home. He already feels responsible for her excitement that he is about to ruin; he feels bad that he has to do this. But there is no other option either.
 He is all dressed up, per Samiraâs request; nothing too extravagant, but a dark green fitted shirt with rolled up sleeves and his jeans. He doesnât know if it is a good look, he shouldnât care because he isnât going to stay at all â says hi, shakes your hand, sits down to explain what his idiot friend did, says goodbye, and then be on his way.
 He walks into the restaurant with his hands in his pockets, nervously looking around before a waitress notices him and asks about his reservations. He doesnât know which name Jack gave them, but a soft voice interrupts his thoughts before he makes a fool of himself.
 âRobby?â
 What he doesnât except, is for you to be fucking ethereal, as if they have pulled you out of fairy tales and sat you in front of him. If he blinks one more time, he might be able to see you glowing under the soft lights of the restaurant.
 You are smiling at him, standing up to greet him. The dress you are wearing makes his mind go blank. The color matches your skin, and the fabric clings to all the right places that have his mind spinning. And it only breaks his heart that he has to tell you the ugly truth about how you both ended up here â he wishes he could do something to change his unbelievable fate.
 âHi,â you reach to shake his hands when he walks to the table, beaming at him with such enthusiasm he has never felt, âItâs so good to see you.â
 âLikewise,â he clears his throat, smiling back awkwardly before he rounds the table to pull your chair back, tucking you in gently before he goes to his seat.
 âYouâre late,â you whisper, as if youâre scared he might run out of this place before you get the chance to say something else.Â
 âYeah, about that,â he rubs the back of his neck, looking at you with soft eyes, knowing what he is about to say might ruin your entire night â the thought makes his heart twist, you are far too beautiful to be hurt because of Jackâs stupidity, but if he doesnât tell you, he will never forgive himself â so he leans forward on the table with his forearms resting on the tablecloth, âIâm deeply sorry for what Iâm about to say, I⊠I donât even know where to begin.â
 âOhâŠ?â You sound small, and he hasnât even spoken the words. This is going to break him, he is sure, cause your bright eyes are slowly losing the glimmer in them the more he keeps quiet.
 âThe person you texted was not me.â The catâs out of the bag now. âIt was my friend, he wanted to get me to start dating again, and he thought whatever he was doing was to help me. I had no idea I was going to have a date until a few days ago, and⊠he even refused to show a picture of you.â
 âSo youâre not here for the date.â You take a deep breath, huffing out a slow laugh, âItâs alright, I wish I had known sooner so I wouldnât spend hours getting ready for someone who doesnât even know my name.â
 âIâm so sorry,â Robby hides his face in his hands, embarrassment washing over him as he hears you. Fuck you, Jack. âFor whateverâs worth⊠You look incredible. You look fantastic, so⊠so pretty.â
 âThank you,â you give him a halfhearted smile â at least thatâs a start â and reach for your purse, âI think itâs best if I leaveââ
 âWait!â What the fuck, Robby? He doesnât know why he is stopping you, he is here to shut this stupid date down and prove to Jack that he doesnât need to date to have an amazing life, but he already feels like someone has stabbed him when his eyes fall on the little pout on your lips, âListen, um, I hate that Iâm the reason you feel your efforts are wasted, so⊠let me buy you dinner. This is the least I can do to apologize for this inconvenience.â
 âAre you sure? I mean,â you chuckle, looking down at your hands, âYou donât even know my name.â
 âI can learn your name,â he shrugs, his eyes giving out the subtle hint of his admiration, âIf youâd like me to.â
 âWell, Iâve liked you for a few weeks, although now I found out it wasnât you, but⊠Iâm not opposed to a friendly dinner,â You explain, resting your chin on the back of your hands, gazing at Robby in a way that makes his heart leap into his throat, âAt least someone gets to enjoy my outfit tonight, even though it isnât the Robby I wanted to.â
 âIâm sure youâll find the real one more enjoyable than the one you talked to,â he smiles, wrinkles deepening as he looks at you, âif it makes you feel any better, the one you were talking to was my friend and his girlfriend.â
 âYouâve got a tough competition then,â he knows you are flirting, he should shut it down, he should tell you to stop, he should stop his heart from racing when you blink and grin at him, he should most definitely look away to stop his cheeks from turning red.Â
 âThey donât have you looking all dolled up in front of them,â fuck, fuck, fuck, there it is, âI think I can manage.â
 âWow,â you chuckle shyly, glancing away for a second before looking back at him, âSmooth, I like it. Definitely better than all the flirting your friends were doing.â
 âSee? Real Robby is the real deal.â
 âDonât take yourself too highly, you might trip and fall,â you grin, âBesides, this isnât a date, right? Your words, not mine.â
 âI donât know about that anymore,â Robby looks at you, the heavy feeling in his chest making his lips stretch into a broad smile, âMaybe⊠we could ignore what happened and start over? And I get the chance to take revenge on them.â
 âOkay, Iâm in.â
 âIn taking revenge or turning this into a date?â He raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for your answers as he drags his eyes over your face. Jesus, you really are beautiful. How did those two idiots managed to get you to like him only with texts is beyond him.Â
 âT-the date,â he can see how you get flustered a little, stuttering when your gaze locks with his, âOther aspects donât concern me, nor should it bother you.â
 âI canât just let it slide,â Robby shrugs, âbut Iâm also too old to get back at him. I would rather focus on things that matter.â
 âLike what?â
 You know what, but he isnât going to ruin this, not now, not when, after so many countless dates, he is actually feeling something. Robby beams, resting his cheek on his palm as he trails the length of your arm to your face, his grin matching yours.â
 âLike you.â
 âI thought you didnât want to be hereââ
 âYeah, yeah, well Iâm a man, and Iâm not immune to what I see,â he cuts you off gently, reaching to grab the glass of water on the table, trying to hide his flushed face behind the cup.
 âAnd what is that?â
 âDonât play coy with me now, you know what Iâm talking about,â he rolls his eyes at you playfully when you laugh quietly. And he soon finds out he loves that sound, and he would do anything to hear it again, anything.
 âIt wouldnât hurt to say it, you know,â you bite your lip, waiting for him to reply, âI like expressive men, there, I gave you a hint.â
 âThen Iâm the worst person on earth for you to go to a second date with,â Robby winces as the words leave his mouth, thinking of how insecure he must have sounded instead of funny, but you donât cringe, you donât frown at him, only chuckle and shrug.
 âIâll be the judge of that, but you need to answer my question first.â
 âWhich question?â
 âWhat changed your mind?âÂ
 Robby thinks for a long moment. He doesnât know what it actually is: your beauty? Probably, you looked like an angel waiting for him, and he is glad he could wipe the quick frown he forced on your face when he told you he didnât know about the date. Your humor? Possibly. But in all senses, you in whole changed his mind, you feel like the person he can speak to, the only one who wouldnât make fun of him for all the vinyls he has collected.
 âYou,â he says, scratching his beard, looking down at his fingers as he clears his throat, âyou did. Itâs been a long time since I went on a date, and every time I did⊠something felt wrong. You donât feel wrong.â
 âYou donât feel wrong either.â You say it with so much grace to him, so soft and pliant that he canât believe it is directed at him, as if he deserves it, âIâm glad you didnât stand me up.â
 âI would never,â he tells you, sighing deeply like you have offended him, âand to show that I am truly interested, Iâd like to take you out again.â
 âYou donât even know my name!â You laugh, glancing at the waitress as she makes her way to you, before looking back at Robby, who runs his hands down his face, shoulders shaking as he chuckles.
 âWhat is your name?â
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 You agreed to come, you replied to his text, and agreed to come. Not once, not twice, not even three times, but ten times in the period you were apart. He asked for your name, got your number successfully without making a fool of himself. So there is no reason you shouldnât show up. Right? Right.
 But why are you late? Was it all⊠a fun night for you? Then why did you tell him you were on your way ten minutes ago? You will come, yes, you will, you have to, there isnât anything stopping you from coming to this date. Maybe his favorite fucking recordshop wasnât the best choice to take you out, but you begged him to show you a piece of himself, so here he is.
 Stupid, he should have listened to Jack and taken you to the cinema.
 âRobby, oh my gosh, finally!â
 He turns around so fast he thinks he is about to get dizzy, but a giant smile covers his worry as he finally sees you, practically skipping over to him, panting when you reach him.
 âHey,â you hold onto his biceps as you catch your breath, his hands automatically coming to your arms to hold you steady as he mutters a soft âhelloâ and squeezes you a bit, âIt took me half an hour to find this place!â
 âI thought I sent you the location,â he gives a questioning look, âI did, didnât I? Samira helped me, and no, I know how to use my phone, but I was never required to share a location. Donât make an old man joke.â
 âWhen have I ever?!â You gasp dramatically, laughing when his face turns red, âNo, donât worry, you did send me your location. But it wasnât exactly the right one.â
 âWhat?â He is going to die from embarrassment; he is sure he will drop dead on the hot bricks under his shoes, âIâm sure I shared it rightâŠâ
 âYou chose two streets down this place⊠Itâs all good now! Iâm here, late, which Iâm so sorry about, but Iâm here!â You straighten your back, giving him one of those radiant smiles he has grown quite fond of, before you wait for him to lead you inside.
 âI guess I was nervous⊠sorry,â he rubs the back of his neck, feeling the heat spreading down to his chest as well, âbut yeah, Iâm really glad you could make it.â
 âAre you kidding? I wouldnât have lost the chance to get to know you more! Of course Iâd show up!âÂ
 âIâm glad,â is all he can say, before he notices how much his cheeks are hurting from smiling back at you. He manages to walk a few steps ahead, opening the door and waiting for you to enter, âLadies first.â
 âWhat a gentleman,â you walk past him, waiting for him to join you as you step to the side, suddenly looking out of place, âShow me around?â
 âOf course, we should go upstairs,â he walks side by side with you, âIâve been coming here since I got hired in The Pitt, itâs one of the oldest shops in the city, and sells vinyl only.â
 âThatâs so cool! To be fair, Iâve only been to record shops a few times, so I donât know much about them,â you shrug, biting the inside of your cheek, bashful and grinning, âSo Iâm sorry, you have to explain everything to me.â
 âGladly,â he replies and pushes the door to the shop open, watching with amusement as you wait for him to enter this time, âAlright, come on.â
 He walks inside, giving you enough space to join him. The atmosphere is warm and welcoming, enveloping you both in its entirety, and Robby feels instantly at home. The colors are brighter, the music feels more vibrant than ever, and you⊠Your beauty blends so nicely with your surroundings â like you belong there with him.
 He shakes his head a little, leading you between rows of different Vinyls, stopping when he reaches a room full of records on the walls, shelves, and two rows in the middle with record players in the corner.
 âA room full of one dollar records, one of my favorite places to spend time inââ he explains, but soon he is cut off guard when you slowly grab his hand, looking around the room like you donât know what you have done.Â
 Robby stops dead in his tracks as soon as you wrap your fingers around his hand, head slowly turning in your direction, only to find you innocently shrugging and pulling at your bottom lip.
 âI canâ if youâre uncomfortableââ
 âNo, no, absolutely not,â he stops you before you can say more, smiling as his cheeks turn red again, âI⊠like it.â
 âGood, show me the rest.â You squeeze his hand, and he tugs it forward gently, pulling you inside the room.
 He feels like a freaking teenager again. He is fifty, fifty for fuckâs sake, yet he is explaining everything about these records to you, trying to stare at you all the time because if he does, he would melt under your gaze.
 âIâve always wanted to have this,â he says, showing you a record of Pale Blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground at the end of your tour in the shop, âI donât know why Iâve never bought it, probably because I have tons of untouched records at home.â
 âI buy it for you.â You gently grab it from his hands, pulling him towards the cash register, handing them the vinyl before Robby has the chance to snatch it out of your hand, âNo complaints!â
 âI canât let you do that,â he reaches for his wallet, but you grab his other hand as well, stopping him from moving, standing forward to lace your fingers through his and looking up into his eyes, âIâm serious.â
 âSo am I, you paid for my dinner when you were forced to come, the least I can do is to buy you a simple record,â you tell him, letting go of one of his hands to pay the cashier, pulling Robby behind you as soon as you hand him the bag, âThank you for today, I loved it!â
 âThank you for coming, honey,â he says, smiling softly when you come closer, craning your neck to look up at him. âI⊠Iâm glad you had fun.â
 âCouldnât ask for a better date,â you grin at him, letting go of his hand to wrap them around his waist, laying your head on his chest, hiding your smile when you hear how hard his heart is beating, âWhenâs our next date?â
 âWhenever youâd like,â he wraps his arms around you, too, kissing the crown of your head, sighing softly as he smells the scent of your shampoo, âIâd like to get to know you more.â
 âIâll think about it,â you beam at him, standing up on your toes to kiss his cheek, pulling away before he can react, leaving him blushing and smiling like an idiot, âCall you later?â
 âYeah, please do.â
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 âRobby! Are you kidding me?â
 âIâm not, honey,â he chuckles, hugging you back just as tightly when you jump into his arms, âYou said you wanna go and well, I had the day off.â
 âYou had the day off, or you found another attendee to fill in your place?â You ask, hanging from his neck, and he rests his palms on your waist, rubbing your back and dragging his eyes down your sundress, âWhat do you think?â
 âFucking beautiful,â he breathes out, pulling back a little to take a better look at you, closing the distance so he can press a soft kiss on your forehead, âI can never get enough of you.â
 âJuuust how I like you,â you caress the nape of his neck, leaning up to kiss his cheek before grabbing his hand, threading your fingers through his, before you both walk inside the gallery.
 It has been a good four months since your first date, and Robby, true to his words, made these four months worth your time. He always manages to call you during the chaotic shifts he spends in the hospital to spend dinners at your place. He has kept the date at his house still on hold so he can treat you as best as he can.
 Pet names have become a regular thing in your relationship, he loves how you get flustered and shy as soon as he casually drops another pet name to you, he adores your rambling behind the phone when something in particular annoys you at your work, or when youâd cuddle him to sleep when he reads to you â apparently his voice is âmagicalâ so you say.
 âJackâs covering for me, he owes me,â he shrugs, pulling you inside the gallery, turning around to glance at you, âDonât say you feel bad for him, he deserves it.â
 âTake it easy on him, will you?â You step next to him, resting your chin on his chest, âIf it wasnât for him, we wouldnât be here together.â
 âI hate to admit that he did this,â he rolls his eyes, hand coming up to cradle your face, thumb caressing your cheek before he pulls back before he does something that surprises you both, âShow me around, honey.â
 âWith pleasure, Doctor Robby,â you drag him inside, and he lets you walk around the room with a skip in your step, pointing at different paintings, âYou know, the museum showcased twenty two of this artistâs works? It was huge, I wish I could attend it back then.â
 Robby just listens, holding onto your hand as you lead him around the gallery, voice soothing and beautiful as you give him information he will forget later, but he still listens intently, nodding and smiling when you catch him staring at you.
 âSassetta â The Virgin of Humility Crowned by Two Angels,â you read the name, stopping in front of the painting, âItâs an Italian Renaissance painting, early fifteenth century, and it shows the Madonna sitting humbly while being surrounded by angels. I like it, I donât know why, but I do.â
 You pull on his arm again, guiding him to another painting, talking about them so enthusiastically, and it warms Robbyâs heart. When was the last time he had felt like this? So fuzzy and content? He doesnât remember, he doesnât care, not when you are showing him around all happy and smiling because you finally got to visit the place you wanted after a long time, and he is over the moon that he could make this happen for you.
 âEnjoying the art?â
 He doesnât take his eyes off you when you ask him, and he doesnât answer you either. So with a curious look, you turn around, only to find him gazing at you with such a soft expression on his face, brown eyes glimmering with love.
 âYeah, I am.â
 âThe paintings, Robby,â you giggle, pulling him closer, seeking his warmth.
 âYouâre more beautiful than all these paintings,â he confesses. When did your lips start to look so kissable? They are taunting him, looking back at him, almost begging to be kissed.
 Itâs impulsive; he shouldnât do it, not here, not in front of all of these people. But he canât help himself, his self control is gone, nonexistent even. So he puts his hand on your waist, tucking you into his chest as he dips down, locking his lips with yours.
 You taste like vanilla buttercream (how the fuck it is possible, he doesnât know and frankly, he canât care less), your perfume is much strong now, the scent filling his senses with such intensity that he deepens the kiss as soon as you loop your arms around his neck.
 Ridiculous, he should have kissed you on top of the Eiffel tower or a boat crossing a river, or with Jack popping a confetti over your heads â but it happens now, in a moment of haste, in the middle of a gallery, after four months of growing closer and closer.
 It is the best kiss he has ever had.
 He pulls back slowly, finally dawning on him what he just did. He kissed you, in front of everyone, in a public space, but⊠it felt so good, so real, so sweet and deeply comforting, like he was meant to do it.
 âRobbyâŠâ
 âFuck, Iâm sorryââ
 âDonât be, donâtââ you press your fingers to his lips, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning and kissing him again, âCome with me, people are staring.â
 âFuck,â he lets out a breathless chuckle, letting you grab his hand and guide him outside, trailing after you like a puppy with his tail between his legs and a very deep blush on running down his face and chest.
 You pull him into the alley next to the gallery, trailing your hands up his chest slowly, holding the side of his neck, gently caressing his throat, thumb bobbing as he swallows. You pull him down slowly, pecking his lips so softly he thinks he might turn into dust.
 Robby, though, is losing the last shred of control he has on his body. He is trying to be nice, but he canât, not when you are tilting your head and pulling him closer. He spreads his palm over your waist, one running down to hold you by the neck, deepening the kiss like he needs to breathe the air in your lungs.
 âGet a rooooom.â
 You and Robby pull away immediately, looking to find a disgusted teenage boy looking at you with a frown, snorting when you apologize hurriedly. He walks past you and Robby a second later, leaving the two of you heaving and smiling from ear to ear.
 You are the first to crack, biting down your fingers to muffle your laughter, only for Robby to groan and chuckle, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he tries to make himself look small, hands circling your body to hold you close.
 âThank you for today,â you cup his cheek, forcing him to look into your eyes, âEspecially for the kiss.â
 âThat was spontaneousâŠâ he reddens more, his hands going to hold on to your hips, âBut Iâm glad I did it, it was bound to happenâŠâ
 âMhm, yup,â you scratch the nape of his neck slowly, watching him closely as he sighs and leans into your touch, âWanna kiss me more?â
 âThought youâd never ask, honey.â
 âąâąâąâąâąâą
 Robby sighs deeply, rethinking his life choices as he chops the potatoes as best as he can. He spent hours in surgeon rotation back in med school, he even does srugery in the ER rooms for fuckâs sake, so why do his pieces look anything but sharp? He is going to lose his mind if he keeps thinking about it.
 He promised you dinner, a good one, you insisted you would bring the wine, and he caved in. Now, all he needs to do is cook these filet steaks as best as he possibly can. He doesnât know much about cooking, but he had to invite you to his place; it only seemed right because he had slept countless nights at yours.
 So he is going to do his best.
 There is a knock on his door, a soft pattern he recognizes immediately. Robby wipes his hands on the towel he has thrown over his shoulder, marching to the door to open it for you, finding you leaning on the wall with a bottle of red wine in hand.
 âHey there, handsome.â
âHello, honey,â he grins and pulls you in with a hand on your hip, locking his lips on yours in haste, pressing you to the door as soon as he closes it. âWelcome to my cramped apartment.â
 âHush, I love it!â You peck his lips, letting him lead you inside towards the kitchen, âWhereâs your record stash?â
 âIn the reading room, and no, you canât go there. I had to push everything inside there to make the house look tidy since I didnât have time to clean up like I wanted to.â
 âWhat do you mean you didnât have time?â you ask, following him into the kitchen, âRobby, baby, look at meââ
 He turns around, sucking the inside o fhis cheek as you cup his face, waiting for him to say anything. He thought he would be able to hide it from you so you wouldnât get worried, but you have grown quite well at reading him.
 âI promise I started my shift early to rest before you get hereââ
 âYou told me you had the day off,â he cringes at your serious tone, but soon a small smile covers his face when you rub his beard, looking at him with nothing but sympathy. âGo sit down, Iâll cookââ
 âAbsolutely not,â he corners you against the counter, forearm protecting your back as he rests his hand on the edge, pressing himself into your body, âYouâve already done so much for me, let me take care of you tonight.â
 âHow are you going to take care of me?â You run your fingers up his sides, hands slipping under his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin, âIs something going to happen tonight?â
 âDo you want it to happen?â he asks, leaning down, hovering his lips over yours, feeling your hot breath fanning on his face, his eyes drawn to your mouth.
 âMhm,â you nod, wrapping your arms around his torso, âI do, and I want it to happen now.â
 âYou donât want to see how I ditched culinary school for medicine? Rude,â he skips your lips, kissing your cheek down to your jaw, âForget dinner, I wanna taste you.â
 He feels you suck in a sharp breath, tilting your head to the side to give him more space as he mouths at your skin, biting and nibbling and moving down to your pulse point, making you hiss into his ear.
 âRobbyââ you gasp when he bends his knees a little, grabbing the back of your thighs to pick you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist as he walks to his bedroom, kicking the door open before he lowers you on the bed gently.
 You close your eyes, feeling him grabbing the back of your leg to take off your heels, pressing a gentle kiss on your ankle when he drops your shoes on the floor, moving his lips up the path of your leg, tapping your thigh so you would scoot up on the bed.Â
 âOpen your eyes, honey,â he whispers, settling on his stomach between your thighs, âNeed you to look at me, come on.â
 You slowly open your eyelids, biting on your lip as you find him reaching your side to pull down the zipper of your dress, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric to feel the curve of your breast.
 âTake it off for me, please,â he sounds wrecked already. He has imagined this moment in some dark moments when he would allow his imagination to wander freely, âI have to see you.â
 âOkay,â you let out a shaky breath, sitting up after you throw your legs over his shoulders, pulling your dress off and lying back on the bed, only in your underwear, breasts exposed to the chilly air in the room.
 Robbyâs eyes darken with desire, hands moving up your belly to grope your tits, muttering a low âfuckâ as he pinches your nipple, pushing his shoulders under your thighs to spread your legs more.
 âYouâre so fucking gorgeous,â he groans, nipping at the skin around your belly button, sinking his teeth into the flesh to earn a gasp from you, âIâm gonna make you feel so good, honey.â
 âPlease do,â you sit up on your elbows, reaching for his head to run your fingers through his hair, âDonât keep a girl waiting, baby.â
 He smirks, fingers pulling on the hem of your underwear, slowly taking it off before he locks his eyes with yours and starts kissing your inner thighs, moving to where you need him the most with patience.
 You look like heaven itself, and taste even better when he licks a fat stripe from the seam of your pussy, humming as he closes his lips, genuinely enjoying the way your hips twitch under his touch.
 âOhâŠâ you sigh when he starts sucking on your buzzing clit, flattening his tongue on your folds as he drinks your essence. You push his face into you a bit roughly, closing your legs around his neck as he moves faster, lips drawing patterns with an enthusiasm that has you throwing your head back.
 He smiles against you, his beard burning your pussy in the most delicious way, and he knows with the way you are gasping and moaning, he knows you are feeling the euphoria slowly building up in your core.
 He grabs one of your thighs, pushing it against your belly so he has room to push a finger inside without detaching himself from your cunt, thrusting the digit inside with so much care as if you will break.
 âMore,â you dig your nails into his scalp, bucking your hips to his face, moaning louder when he adds another finger, curving them both inside you. His fingers are thick, thicker than you expected, and they stretch you out just beautifully.Â
 You feel the knot in your stomach breaking, your elbows giving out as you drop back on the bed, legs shaking around his head as you arch your back, releasing all over his face.
 Robby buries his face into you, smothering himself as he laps up your wetness eagerly, drinking you like a nectar. He keeps your hips pressed to the mattress while he fucks you with his fingers through your orgasm.
 âShit, baby, that was⊠fuck,â you laugh breathlessly, pulling him up by his neck, âTake off your clothes, youâre too dressed for my liking.â
 âYou good?â He chuckles, kicking off his shoes and pants, unbuttoning his shirt only for you to push it down hurriedly, pulling him down on top of you to chase his lips into a passionate kiss, tasting yourself on his beard.
 âDonât make me wait, I swear if you doââ
 âI wonât, I wonât,â he says, pushing his boxers down in haste, making home between your legs, grabbing his cock in a tight grip, stroking himself, âFuck, I canât believe we waited this long.â
 âJesus Christ, Robby,â you swallow as you look at his dick in his hand; fat, hot, heavy and ready to fuck you into oblivion, âYouâre big.â
 He turns red, bright and beautiful, but he soon closes the distance and kisses you, guiding the red tip of his cock to your entrance, gently rocking his hips forward, inhaling sharply as he pushes past the first ring of muscles.Â
 You moan into his mouth, hands flying to his shoulders to ground yourself as he pushes inside you, filling you with all he has got in him, caging you under his weight with his belly pressed to yours.
 âFuck, you feel so good,â he groans, hiding his face into your neck, pulling out halfway before easing his length inside your puffy cunt again, âIâll keep you on my bed forever if I could.â
 âYou can, baby,â you gasp, nails scratching Robbyâs back as he picks up his pace, no longer as sweet as he thought he would go, but now faster, rougher, more urgent and needy. The lewd sound of his hips slamming next to yours echoes in the bedroom, only adding to the fuel of your desire: âYou can keep me here as long as you want.â
 âFuck, âm not gonna last long,â he whispers into your ear, holding himself up with his forearms around your head, moans and deep breaths filling your hair as he fucks you harder.
 You whine in his throat, pressing your lips into his Adam's apple as you feel your walls clenching around his girth, crying out when he angles his hips to hit your sweet spot, groaning as you quiver beneath him.
 Wailing, you cling to Robbyâs body as you gush around him, waves of pleasure hitting your body as he follows you closely, growling at the sensation of your cunt clamping around him tightly.
 He pulls out, fisting his cock a few times before he comes on your stomach, groaning from the depths of his chest as he empties his balls on you, and you hold him through it.
 âThat was amazing,â you kiss his forehead, holding him close as he shakes on top of you, gently lowering his weight on you to catch his breath, âYou were amazing.â
 âI love you.â
 There, out in the open, three little words that he has wanted to say for the past six months ever since he set his eyes on you. Pulling back a bit to look into your eyes, he doesnât regret it, he had to say it, utter the sentence softly so he can make his feelings known.
 âI love you, too.â You cup his cheek, pulling him closer, âI love you, Robby, so so much.â
 He kisses you again, this time soft and endearing, full of unspoken promises. He swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, pushing the muscle into your mouth, exploring your taste deeply.
 âIâm gonna go clean up, Iâll come, honey.â He lets go of your lips with a lewd âpopâ, kissing the corner of your mouth. You nod, scooting up to lie on his pillows, watching as he walks stark naked into the en-suite bathroom to clean himself up, coming in with a warm rag to wipe you off as well.
 âWine?â You ask, jumping off the bed as soon as he agrees, running to the kitchen and coming back with his phone and the bottle you brought earlier and a corkscrew, âThere you go.â
 âWhatâs the phone for?â He looks at you, grabbing the bottle from you as you crawl into his lap, popping the cork before he puts the wine aside to breathe, hands coming up to hold you by your hips, laughing when you raise his phone in your face, âWhatâs that for?â
 âPictures!â You laugh too, taking a few pictures of him, smirking as you notice a few blooming marks on his throat, âThere, now you have some juicy photos to put as your profile picture in dating apps.â
 âIâve already found my match,â he says, squeezing your flesh, smiling when you bite your lips, looking down at his chest shyly.
 âYeah?â You lean forward, nudging your nose with his, âPlan on keeping your match forever?â
 âIf she lets me,â there it is again, the fucking butterflies in his belly, âIâd love to keep her as long as she lets me. For days, months, even years.â
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The Real Encore
Itzy Yuna x Male reader THIS IS A REUPLOAD! Maybe you've seen this work before, maybe you haven't. It used to be uploaded on a blog called K-DGN, run by two people. That blog got destroyed, and now I run this blog by myself, posting only 100% original kdol fanfic content. Word Count: 7.1k
Following the show, you sat back in your seat in a daze, dumbfounded that you had finally gotten a chance to see your favorite group Itzy live in concert. They were everything you'd hoped they'd be and more. Nothing online could have prepared you for what it would be like finally laying your eyes on them in person. Months of preparation getting right physically paid off in dividends too, as multiple members came by your side of the stage to give you all the fanservice you could have ever wanted. You believed you must have been the luckiest guy in the building as it happened more than once. Each and every member came by to dance specifically for you, and you ate it all up. It was all surreal, and you could not imagine a more perfect night.Â
As the audience continued to file out of the arena, you snapped out of your daze and started gathering your things to leave. You were about to leave when a staff member from the show got your attention from across the barricade and called you over. You were a little confused because you thought that maybe you had done something wrong, but that confusion was quickly washed away when they told you that your ticket had won a "special raffle", and that you were selected to come participate in a meet & greet with the group backstage. You were ecstatic, but told to keep your cool as the staff member did not want to draw the attention of the unluckier fans and cause a scene. They guided you around to the side of the stage and took you back through a hallway leading to the backstage area. You were brought to a room where a staff member took your belongings for safe keeping while another gave you some quick paperwork to sign. You were so excited at the prospect of meeting the members that you didn't even read most of it. Once everything was set, you were told to wait for a bit until they would take you to another room to meet the girls.
They sat you down in a long hallway backstage, on a row of foldable chairs seated against a wall. The rumble of JYP and Venue staff rushing through everything, packing up the show and making sure they get done as soon as possible to be able to head down was dizzying. There were a total of 4 chairs lined up, including yours, but so far you were the only one sitting in one. Staff kept rushing back and forth as 5 minutes of waiting turned to 10 minutes turned to 15 minutes. You wondered if it was going to take much longer, and decided to ask one of the next staff members you saw.
"Excuse me" You addressed them. "When will the special raffle event start? Are there other winners we're still waiting on?" You asked, in your politest voice, but they just looked at you confused.
"Special raffle? What special raffle?" They replied, as if asking what the fuck you were talking about. "Are you allowed to be back here?" They continued, putting you on the spot. You tried to explain that one of the staff members told you to wait here, but you had nothing to show for it.
"They're fine, I told them to wait here!" The staff member from earlier came in just in time to save your skin, with another guy you could only assume to be another concert goer going off of their outfit in tow. The staff member you asked for clarification gave you a suspicious look, but backed off, going back to their urgent tasks.
"Sorry about that." The first staff member said. "Not everyone is made aware of all events. I hope the wait wasn't too unbearable, we still had to find our other winner. But we are ready to start now!" They explained that, considering the nature of the special event raffle, it was sometimes a little harder to get all the winners in the same place. You couldn't help but notice the discrepancy in between the amount of chairs, and the amount of winners, but maybe it just meant some winners already left and lost out on their luck. Or maybe something entirely else you were yet to find out.
The two of you were then ushered further down the hall, ultimately ending at a pair of doors. These rooms were a lot more secluded, a far cry from the chaotic mess that was the staff hurriedly packing up the show back where you were previously. You and your fellow raffle winner both exchanged pleasantries as you awaited for further instructions.
"Here we are. Please wait just one more second while I check to see if they're ready to see you" the staff member explained and then turned around to knock on the door and peek their head in. They asked something in Korean, to which you could hear the female voice responding. Satisfied, the staff member then turned back to the two of you. "Okay! Now sir, if you'd please," they instructed as they opened the door and gestured the other guy to come forward. You were about to follow suit but the staff member raised a hand to stop you in place. "Just him, please. You will be meeting someone else. You made and "O" face and nodded you head. You and the other winner exchanged nervous glances before you raised a fist of encouragement. He reciprocated the gesture then turned back to the door, taking a deep breath and walking in.Â
As he rounded the bend, the staff member closed the door behind him, leaving you alone and now more nervous than ever. The staff member gave you a quick smile then headed to the other door, repeating the same actions he had done with the previous room's occupant. He then turned back to you, leaving the door slightly ajar for you to enter.
"Okay, she's ready for you. Please go in when you're ready." he instructed before stepping aside. Your eyes darted between him and the door. He gave you a nod and this time it was your turn to take a moment to collect yourself. You steeled yourself before mustering enough courage to take the step through the door. You walked a bit further into the room, hearing the sound of the door closing behind you. No turning back now, you thought to yourself. As you rounded the corner, you almost froze in place. In the center of the room was a couch facing away from you, and seated right in the middle of it was a girl with bright red hair, looking down at what presumably was her phone. You thought that maybe she hadn't heard you come in because she hadn't turned to greet you, so you decided to try and get her attention.Â
"Ahem...Yuna...?"
The girl's head instantly perked up and she whipped her head around to face you. It was almost like a scene from a hair product commercial the way her bright red colored locks flared out before perfectly settling along her exposed shoulders. From what you could see since she was still seated, she was wearing a spaghetti strapped white tank top. She had a huge welcoming smile on her face, complimented by her beautiful eyes which were beaming with excitement.Â
"Took you long enough! Come, sit with me!" she called out.
You couldn't help but notice two things when taking in the room. The first was the faint humming of some music playing at a low volume on a speaker, posited on a table in front of the couch. You weren't sure what song it was, but you could tell it was by Blackpink. The other thing was a faint smell, attacking your senses. It wasn't pungent, but if you focused on it, it was present. It wasn't anything like any smell of any perfume you'd ever smelled before. It had no traces of floral scents or any of the like, but instead had this deep sweetness to it. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't help yourself from drifting towards it.
The shock of being in a room alone with Yuna and her addressing you so directly almost caused you to dissociate long enough to get on the nerves of Yuna who just asked you a question. It wasn't your attention to ignore her, you just needed something to focus on and ground yourself with.
"Hello?" Called out again, snapping you out of your drifting gaze. You looked right at her again, and walked around the couch, staring at you the entire time before taking your seat next to her. She was still wearing her pink skirt from the encore, matched with her black boots. All she changed out of was her top.
"Hi!" She spoke to you, very high pitched and seemingly very excited to have your attention. Even after such an exhausting show, her fanservice was out of this world.
"H-Hi..." You mumbled out through your nervousness. You hadn't ever even been close to itzy before this show, let alone win a fancall or anything of the like. Not for lack of trying, mind you. "I'm your biggest fan!" You managed to push, almost as if yelling.
"I'm glad to hear that!" She replied, equally as full of gusto as you did. She didn't skip a beat however, and her smile pierced through your body before she placed her right hand on your left thigh, the one closest to her, before continuing. "What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, stunning you further.
"Y/N." You answered, the first sentence uttered without stuttering or an added ehm since stepping into the room. "Hmmmm, Y/N huh? That's a pretty name. You know my name too, right?" She asked, dragging her words out in a playful tone, her eyes intently staring at your face as she asked you.
You weren't really sure if this was a trick question. Who would end up going to this concert without knowing her name at least? You shook off your doubts, certain she was just giving you an easy question which she could use to give more fanservice as a response. "Yeah, Yuna..." You answered, tilting your head forwards as you answered her simple question, still unable to really feel comfortable with her hand on your thigh.
The instant her name left your mouth, her face rapidly came closer to yours, she closed her eyes, and planted her lips on yours. You were in complete shock, your eyes jolted open before slowly closing, oozing into the sudden kiss by Yuna. You felt her hand squeeze your thigh a little, before she pulled away, a small string of a mix of your and her spit trailing in between both of yours underlips.
"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you say my name, Y/N." She divulged, wiping the spit off of her lip, before looking back at you, hungry eyes, studying how you were going to react. She took this chance to reposition herself, tucking her legs underneath her and sitting on her knees facing you. You couldn't help but stare, mute in shock at what was happening. You couldn't help but notice her short skirt wasn't fit to keep herself covered in her current position facing you, and your eyes drifted downwards, but all you could see were the same pink hue of her safety shorts. This action didn't go unnoticed, as Yuna's smile turned into a smirk, busting your perverted action.
She licked her lips, as her eyes grew smaller and focused. "Don't think I didn't see that, Y/N." She berated you in a sultry, teasing tone.
"I'm sorry!" You blurted out, afraid you might have pissed the younger girl off and was about to get thrown out for it.
"No, don't be!" She responded, once more putting her right hand on you, this time on top of your left hand, which was clinging onto your pants above your left thigh. Her touch tensed you up even further, before eventually giving into the feeling of her soft hand touching yours, causing your muscles to relax. You looked at her face, no trace of anger to see, her gaze fixated on you. Your eyes meeting caused her smile to grow wider, which instinctively caused you to smile as well before Yuna continued. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" She said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, a cute smile on her perfect face. Your hand tightened up again.
"I'm sorry?!" You exclaimed again, unable to believe you heard what she said correctly. Is this a dream? You weren't even sure anymore, and pinched yourself, but the pain was certainly real.
"Didn't you read the contract you signed? It's a non-disclosure agreement you know. You can't talk about what happens here today, what do you think that means?" She retorted, asking you with her head tilted, and her brows gathered between her eyes, almost as if asking if you were smart enough to read.
"I skimmed it?" You replied, grimacing at admitting your own incompetence. You could see Yuna's face cringe a little bit at your answer, which caused you to further explain yourself. "I was just so excited to be here, I'd sign anything for it!"
"So you're the hot but impulsive type huh? You're lucky I think that's cute." Yuna sighed, her eyes had drifted downwards, introspectively, before taking another look at you, this time, a smile but with the faintest hint of her pitying you mixed in. Her high-pitch and tension picked up once more. "Well? What's it going to be? Wanna show me yours?" She asked. No mistaking it now. Yuna just asked to see your cock, and you couldn't help but grow rock hard just from the thought of it. Your bulge had started to show through your pants, and Yuna noticed, honing in like a predator on its prey.
"Right, yes. Yes! I'll show you." You replied, not really finding the right words, but enough words to convey the essence of your message. You started unbuckling your belt, and slowly taking off of your pants, dropping it to your ankles, leaving your underwear on. Your bulge was clearly standing upright in your pants now, and you looked at Yuna once more to make sure you weren't misunderstanding.
"Aww, don't go teasing me now, Y/N!" She replied to the inquiry made by your eyes. Your confidence surged, and you started pushing your underwear down, the rim of it clinging against the tip of your rock hard dick before snapping off, revealing the full length of your cock. You were clean shaven down there as well, as you in your delusion like almost any concert-goer, had to be prepared for the impossible. You read somewhere that the lack of a bush makes a cock look bigger, and you wanted to look like you were at peak performance.
"Now that looks delicious." She licked her lips once more, her eyes focused on your stiff cock. "You pass this round, I don't like men with small cocks." She giggled to herself, retaining her smile towards you, as if proud of her compliment.
"Mind if I...?" Yuna asked you, without finishing her sentence, but you responded having a pretty good idea of what she was going to ask. "Please do." You responded, strangely more calm then you were at any given point since setting foot inside this room. Yuna's hand glided over to your cock, and her soft hand wrapped around the base of your cock, grasping it lightly. Her hand was barely gripping at all, a soft touch wrapped around you, before she started to twist and turn her hand up and down slightly. You couldn't help but moan at her touch, before she released your cock, taking her hands back to her side.
"So, you want to see mine now? It's only fair, right?" She asked you, her head tilted slightly downwards, causing her eyes to have to look up at you sitting straight across from you. You gulped your spit down and nodded your head yes. "Alright, but I'll sweeten the deal. I'll even let you touch it if you do a couple of things for me first."
You didn't have to think even a millisecond about it before responding. "I'll do it!" You almost screamed. Yuna chuckled out loud from this, causing her to respond in kind. "You really are impulsive! Very well. The first thing I want you to do is this:" She explained, as she turned around, grabbed her phone behind her on the couch, and unlocked it with her finger before turning on the camera app and extending it towards you. You tilted your head, looking a little confused. She giggled at your failure to understand. "I want you to take a picture of me with your dick in my mouth! Lia isn't here, but she loves updates on us having fun!" She explained. Your eyes widened. Of all the things, this was not what you expected. Wow, this girl is a fucking freak, You thought to yourself, but you were definitely not opposed to it. Your hesitation caused Yuna to speak up again.
"You already said you'd do it, no backing it out now!" She exclaimed, and as if that alone wasn't enough to snap you out of your gaze, she launched herself forward, taking the tip of your dick in her mouth, and looking towards your face, holding her head still there and her eyes clearly smiling. You tilted your head backwards, facing the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations she was bombarding you with, before Yuna pinched your thigh hard, making you aware of your part of the transaction. Her eyes had turned into a scowl towards you. You snapped back, took her phone, pointed it at her face, to which her visage once more bore a big eye-central smile, posing for the camera. You clicked the photo button a couple of times, before Yuna released your cock from her mouth with a big pop.
"Let's see!" She giddily said, as she took her phone back which you gladly extended back to her. "These will do! Thank you, Y/N." she continued.
"You're welcome." You meekly responded, undeniably a little sad your cock was no longer placed in between her lips. "You said there were a couple of things. What else do you need from me?" You inquired, showing you didn't forget and were not impulsive and stupid, just impulsive.
"I haven't been able to shower today, and I don't want to leave you alone like this right now." She replied, looking at you with giant doe eyes, her lip pouting.Â
"Okay?" You asked back, not really sure what she was getting at. She smirked at you, then lifted both her hands above her head, exposing her cleanly shaved armpits to you.
"Can't you please clean me up, Y/N?" She asked of you, an irresistible charm in her pleading voice. She wasn't saying it outright, but you believe you knew what she wanted. Or rather even if you were wrong, if she wasn't going to be clear you were going to take your chance to do what you wanted to do.
You brought your head closer to her, inching towards her armpit, as one question from earlier started forming an answer. This deep, slightly sweet smell you found earlier was coming from Yuna. Now inching closer to her, she seemed to still be glistening a bit from fresh sweat still on her. The smell was intoxicating, and you looked at her face before continuing any further, and she had a big smile on her face, urging you to go on.
You extended your tongue outward, touching her armpit, causing her to stifle a small moan, before licking up her sweat. You had never done this before, but you were hooked. The taste was sweet, slightly salty, and her skin tasted refined. One lick turned into two, turned into 4, turned into 10, before moving onto her other armpit, licking that one equally clean as the other, motivating Yuna's moans, until you were certain you hadn't missed a single spot.
"Thank you, Y/N, I feel a lot better now." She admired your willingness. You licked your lips, your eyes now fiercely intent on hers, before you made your first unprompted comment of the night.
"You are fucking delicious, Yuna." You told her, admiring her taste, letting her know you probably enjoyed what you just did more than her. She blushed a little from this, before snapping out of it, and regaining her bubbly, refined aura.
"Well, a deal is a deal!" She giggled at you, her head at 45 degrees, her eyes closed in two half moons and her mouth a big smile. She started pushing off her skirt, attached to her safety shorts, revealing another shocking truth about her. She was wearing no underwear, and she now sat on her knees across from you, legs slightly pushed open as if to lure you in, her clean shaven pussy exposed for you to see.
Your cock throbbed, the sight of such a perfect and pink pussy begging to be devoured by you was almost too much to bear. Your cock grew just that tiny bit more, pulsing, looking ready to burst.
"Oh, you were holding out on me? No fair, Y/N!" Yuna exclaimed, posing one hand over her mouth and using the other to playfully tap you on your shoulder with her other hand.
"I can't help it! Seeing such a delicious pussy, anyone would want to dive right in." You fired back, finding yourself in this erotic groove, growing in confidence. Yuna giggled in response to your admiration. She looked back at you, her eyes ready to devour you, before speaking up again.
"I haven't..." she said, in a soft, whispering voice, having that high-pitched pleading cadence to it. Her eyes started looking down at her own knees, avoiding your eyes. Her knees started to part more ever so slightly, exposing more of her privates. "Been able to clean her either." She finished her sentence before looking back up at you with her head tilted downwards, almost as if begging for you. "Could you please clean me up here as well, Y/N?" She requested of you, her cute charm overwhelming all your senses. She bit her lip at you, sending you over the edge.
You smirked, one corner of your lips arching upwards, before getting up from the couch. You stood in front of her, your cock pointing towards her at her chest level, and before you even had the chance to lower yourself towards her, the girl had leaned forwards, her tongue licking the tip of your dick. Her tongue curled upwards and inwards into her mouth. She proceeded to look up at you, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out with a loud "aaaaaah", showing the strings of pre-cum she had licked up which had been dripping out of your cock because of her provocations.
"You'll have to be clean too for what we do next, Y/N!" She exclaimed proudly, gulping down your liquid while you grew a devious smile. Yuna give your dick a quick peck before telling you "You can continue now, Y/N." You quickly got lost in the thought of grabbing her hair in two pigtails and fucking her face, but you knew better than to throw away your chances at whatever could happen next here for such a risky play. You lowered yourself onto your knees, placing your hands underneath both of her thighs, and lifting the girl's underside up as to get both her legs off of the couch, and hanging off the edge, as to position yourself in between them. You pulled them apart, giving yourself a clear view of her entrance, causing her to coo at your assertiveness, and pushing her own hips forward for you.
You brought your face ever closer to her pussy, inching towards her. She was wet down there, but not drenched. You picked up another spark of her scent, the same tinge of sweetness but mixed in with a more organic, earthy smell. It was even more intoxicating than the smell of her sweat. You opened your mouth, close to her labia and breathed out onto her, your warm breath causing her to shudder in anticipation. You still felt the sensation of her kiss on your dick, and decided to return the favor. You purse your lips, planting a kiss over top of her clit. Yuna's soft vocalization of a satisfied "hmmmm" let you know you were on the right track, starting slow, and warming up over time.
You stopped the kiss, looked up at Yuna's face, who was staring back at you intensely, her eyes pleading for you to continue. No more words needed to be said, and smirked, reaching your tongue out, flicking it upwards over her clit. Yuna's legs twitched, her eyes jolted shut and her knees buckled around your head, tightening her thighs around your skull. You flicked your tongue again, and now having warmed Yuna up were mostly just rewarded with moans. You picked up your pace, and swapped your flicks from horizontal, to vertical, to letters. Her hands found her way to your hair, and grasped firmly around strands she managed to find, holding on tight to you.Â
Yuna's breathing had grown labored, but she still managed to push some words out. "Don't you DARE... fucking stop...!" She moaned out, and you didn't dare defy her command. Your hands grasped her thighs where they could, squeezing tight, as you unleash your final assault. You pursed but your lips around her clit, sucking on it, getting it into your mouth and nibbling on it ever so softly with your teeth. This mixture of pleasure and pain seemed to send Yuna over the edge, as her back arched away from the couch, and her feet lifted up from the floor, her moans rising in pitch as you felt her entire body convulse.
You'd forgotten to breathe for the final part of that, and pulled your head back, gasping for big breaths of air. Yuna slowly opened her eyes, un-arching her back and leaning forwards. Her both hands cupped both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks as she leaned ever closer, licking her lips on her way to you. She kissed you another time on your lips, her lips firmly pressed against yours, before you felt her tongue entering your mouth. You pressed your tongue slightly against hers, wrapping around hers, coiling and twisting in wet ecstasy. Yuna pulled away from the kiss, and stared down at you with a big smile, but her eyes turned totally vixen.
"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you've made me cum, Y/N." Yuna spoke seductively. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with desire for this night to never end.
"Your lips taste nice when you're cumming, Yuna." You retorted, turning her own script on her. She giggled, before regaining her posture. She held out both her hands palm upwards, inviting your hands onto hers. You followed her guidance and placed your hands in hers, and she took firm grasp helping you stand up. She crossed her legs in front of you, denying further access to her. She pointed over to a chair with a bag sitting on it.
"Could you go and grab a condom from there, please?" She requested of you. Your mind raced. She hadn't needed a condom before when touching your dick with her hand or mouth. This had to meant you two were going to fuck, right? Your excitement causes you to do as told without any questioning, turning your back on her and moving towards the bag. It was filled with Yuna's personal items, but you didn't take long to find a condom. You pulled one out, turning around to move towards Yuna again. This time, she surprised you once more, having removed her top, sitting on the couch waiting for you fully nude, her legs crossed and arms spread, leaning on the head of the couch beside her, exposing her pink nipples for you to admire.
Your mouth fell agape, admiring her every curve, curves that had been the subject of tons of speculation they were fake. If you had your phone with you know, you'd have saved the evidence they were all wrong in a heartbeat. You failed to comment anything on her appearance, being dumbfounded by her beauty, which caused her to raise one eyebrow at you, prodding you for a response. Your lack of vocal response causes Yuna to stand upright, her legs crossing over each other, causing her hips to sway, as she walks over towards you. Both her hands reach for your hips as she gets closer, grasping the edges of your shirt, the last piece of clothing you were wearing, and giving it a soft pull upwards. You got the hint, and lifted your arms up, allowing Yuna to take your shirt off, throwing it to the side.
"So what, you're not going to tell me how pretty I am?" Yuna teased you, shaking her head from side to side. You snapped back to reality, and quickly thought of the best thing to say to remedy this situation.
"You have to be one of the most beautiful women to roam this earth." You spouted out in a panic, causing Yuna to have to hold back her laugh in response to your compliment. Yuna looked at you, and you weren't sure if it was lovingly or pitifully, but it was only for you, and that's all you seemed to care about.
"That's certainly a unique compliment. Calm down, babe. You're doing great, I'm not going to just randomly kick you out." Yuna reassured you, taking the condom out of your hands, placing her teeth on the edge of a corner of the wrapping, tearing it off, pulling it out and figuring out which way was inside out. You couldn't help but have your entire being flutter from her calling you babe, and her reassurance did wonders for you to relax.
"Thank you. You won't regret picking me." You responded, your eyes meeting hers filled with conviction, showing Yuna her words had worked. She smirked at your newfound confidence, handed you the condom, gave you a smile and posed you with a question. "So, how do you want to fuck me?" You accepted the condom, started wrapping it over your dick and gave some thought to her question.
"Hmmmm." You consciously vocalized out loud, making sure Yuna knew you were considering your options, and were not just too stunned to speak. You looked around the room, and couldn't help but focus your attention on the giant make-up mirror against the wall of the room, drawing your attention before being gifted with an idea. In one smooth motion, you picked Yuna up, carrying her bridal style over towards the make-up mirror. Your sudden heroics caused the unexpecting girl to yelp out in surprise, shocked at the sudden shift or impact her words had seemed to have in unlocking your boldness. She quickly held on tight however, enjoying your display of strength.
You planted your right arm firmly under her knees, freeing your hand and using it to toss the chair in front of the mirror to the side, freeing up all of the space in front of it. Yuna licked her lips at the performance you were putting on, and as soon as you put her down facing you in front of the mirror, she decided that this time it was her turn to hold you tight instead of you holding her tight. Her hand had found her way over to your cock, wrapping tightly around it, slowly stroking it back and forth while looking you into your eyes. Her head nodded in the same rhythm as her hand stroked you, causing your breathing to become louder. You weren't about to stop this momentum with a light handjob, and put your both hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face the mirror.
"I'm going to show you just how pretty you look when I'm fucking your brains out, babygirl." You shot back, taking the initiative on the teasing. Yuna's eyes were big, surprised from you spinning her around, and you could see them clearly in the reflection of the mirror. Upon hearing your provocation, she smirked back at you, as if to challenge you. Her eyes were clearly expecting great things from you, but her mouth made it even clearer, asking you to "make me fucking scream." She places her arms onto the counter of the makeup table in front of the mirror, stabilizing herself, arching her back for you as if she knew what to expect.
Your hands planted themselves firmly onto her wide hips, grasping her tightly with your fingers digging into her skin. You pulled her ass a little closer to you, causing her to arch her back further towards you, to which she playfully accepted and wiggled her hips at you, as if to invite you in. You placed your gift-wrapped cock against her mound, sliding it slowly up and down her entrance. You were teasing her, waiting for her to grow impatient for your moment to strike. Her smirk eventually turned into a frown, waiting for you to put yourself inside of her.
"Stop teasing me, Y/N. Start fu-" she had started to say, intending to finish her sentence with "cking me!". Unfortunately for her, you felt like the perfect time to strike would be right as she started saying fuck, causing her voice to grow louder, and scream out further with "UUUUUUUUUUUUUCK". You slammed your hips against her ass with full force, jamming the entire length and girth of your cock into her petite, drenched with anticipation, pristine pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head, feeling the warmth of your cock pulse inside of her, and you weren't about to let up. Her moans were varying in pitch, her breathing unable to keep up with her voice, as you pulled your cock back until only the tip remained, instantly slamming back into her wet cunt.
"Ugh, ungghh nghhh, FUCK." Yuna kept moaning, unable to lower her voice, and you began to wonder whether or not she'd be heard outside of this room. She was beginning to hunch forward, unable to support herself through your rough slamming of her thin body, so you decided to take a chance and lend her a hand. You moved your left hand from her hips over to her stomach, pulling it closer to you, and your right hand all the way up, around her neck. You put some light pressure on the sides of her neck, before gripping her towards you, and into your body. You placed your head right next to hers, pulling her upwards to you, her arms now too far away from the make-up table to reach, causing her eyes to open, looking surprised at what was happening. She looked into your eyes through the mirror, and you whispered into her ears.
"I promised you I would show you how pretty you looked, so look. I want you to see the goddess that I see when I'm fucking you." you growled in a low, whispering voice, commanding her to follow your lead. She purred, biting her underlip and nodding slowly at you, looking straight ahead as you released the tension on your elbow, continuing to hold your hand around her neck but supporting her arch as you resumed your pounding. You enjoyed the feeling of control you had over her body in this position, but you couldn't help but feel that a slight shift could give you even more access to her weak spots. Her arms were dangling behind her, grabbing onto whatever part of you she could hold on to, but you had better usage in mind for them. You moved your left hand from her stomach onto her left wrist, grabbing it firmly, and once holding tight, did the same with your right. You had stopped pounding for these few seconds to properly get everything in place, causing the girl to look at you through the mirror and ask you "What's wrong? Why did you stop, babe?"
Her calling you babe again ignited something deep inside of you, and you addressed her concern. "I'm going to start really fucking you now." You touted, like a stone-cold killer wanting to intimidate their target. Her eyes panicked, darting to meet yours.
"What do you mean, really fucking me? Hey, wait, what do you-" She tried to ask of you, her arms now bent back behind her as you pulled on them, before you cut her off, slamming your cock so hard inside of her she stumble forwards, her hips getting pressed against the high make-up table, forcing her to lower her stomach onto it, which pulled back into a beautiful curved arch. The tension you forced upon her pushed all the air out of her lungs as she heaved and moaned out of pleasure, still looking at your and her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue clearly showing, as the tip of her eyebrows pushed together into her forehead. She was trying to say something but having trouble pushing it out.
"Cu-... Cum! Fuck, cumming!" She yelled as loud as she could, and you felt her tight walls gripping your cock, making moving harder. Her hips moved upwards, as she was now standing on her toes, her legs trembling through your relentless siege of her womb, but you gave her no reprieve. You kept pounding, even picking up the pace when you felt her cum, like a man possessed by her sex-fueled body. You kept increasing the tension on her arms, pulling her back further and further.
"Nghhh, you're gonna... fucking... break my back! FUCK, ngghhh, don't! Don't stop OHHH" She moaned, her voice cracking as she begged you to continue. You hadn't cum yet, and you had no intention of stopping before you did. You were getting close and Yuna felt it. She used whatever force she had left in her body to push her hips into yours, grinding your cock up and down while you pounded deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, Yuna, I'm gonna cum for you!" You grunted out, moaning behind her, feeling your climax near. Her eyes elated, a slight smile formed, instantly pounded away into submission by your cock, before Yuna started pleading with you.
"Cum for me! Cum deep inside me please! PLEASE please please please-" She begged, a submissive little slut begging for your seed, which was just enough to send you over the edge. You didn't want to cum without her however, and decided to make one last play before reaching the finish line. You leaned forwards, playing on the knowledge you had gotten from what she liked earlier this evening, opening your mouth and protruding your tongue, licking her spine from as far down to the base you could move upwards. She started twitching upon feeling your spit on her back, soon followed by her legs twitching and her pussy tightening. If this wasn't enough to tell you your gamble was a success, her screaming "Yes!" sure was. Your cock pulsed, shooting load after load into the condom inside of her, her walls vibrating rhythmically, as you took in this sensation, almost unable to keep yourself standing during.
After you came, you pulled out of her and took a few steps back. Yuna was now standing on her toes, her entire upper body laying on the make-up table, and her head had turned to face you, but her eyes were momentarily closed. You took in the sight of the half-passed out, fucked silly girl, before dropping back into the couch, taking a seat and a much needed breather.
Yuna had heard you falling down onto the couch, causing her to open her eyes and look towards you. She picked herself up with whatever strength she had, stumbling towards you and falling down onto the couch next to you. She was laying on her stomach, her ass up, red from you crashing into her.
She tilted her head upwards and looked at you, satisfied with your performance and proud of herself for picking you out. Her feet were up in the air, kicking like a giddy schoolgirl, before forming a circle with her left thumb and index finger wrapping around the part of the condom dividing your tip and your cum. She squeezed tight, cutting off any flow, then pulled the condom off of your dick carefully so as not to leak a single drop of cum. She tied a knot at the bottom of the condom to make sure its contents were safe. You looked on as she did this, while her eyes focused on your groin, impressed with the fact that she still had any energy left.
"A souvenir to remind me of you." She murmured, loud enough for you to hear, before grabbing a Ziploc bag and pen that had been lying on the table all evening long, placing your condom inside and writing your name in it and zipping it closed.
"Thank you." You spoke up to her, still unable to believe any of this happened. "This was a once in a lifetime experience for me." You continued, grateful to have been given this chance. Yuna looked back up at you, her head ever so slightly tilted sideways, puzzled at your remark.
"Are you coming to any of our other shows?" She asked you in response, suddenly changing the topic.
"Ehm, actually, I'm coming to see you at your show in two days as well." You replied back ever so confused. You thought she must have felt burdened by your remark and just wanted to get this over with while still being polite.
She smirked the same devious smile you gave her when you pounded the life out of her, and in less than a second had thrown her entire mouth over your cock, her tongue wrapping around your shaft from tip to base, sucking and slurping hard, licking every inch before releasing you with a pop.
"You'll have to be clean for that show too." She taunted you, her voice daring, playful and bubbly all at the same time. "And I wouldn't be so sure about that âonce in a lifetimeâ part." She smiled seductively, her eyes wide open staring deep into your soul. "Your dick tastes nice after you've made me cum, after all."
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summary: Paige is insecure about the internet's assessment of her strap game, and Azzi helps her remember that she has nothing to worry about.
pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd
contents: smut, fluff, pwp, strap use, oral sex, fingering (once again really its just smut i cannot lie... it gets lowkey disgustingly filthy in a few places. its sweet though, they're idiots in love!)
wordcount: 9076
a/n: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait between freefall ch 1 and this upload- I got super busy between holidays and personal stuff going on, but I should be more consistent with uploads now. This fic was supposed to be shorter and... then it turned into 9k of filth. No questions at this time. Also, I had a few people ask, so Iâm starting to do taglists- so do me a favor and if youâre interested in being included, just comment or message me and Iâll make sure to get you on there for future uploads. Thanks for reading and I hope yâall enjoy!
Theyre positioned on the couch of Paige's apartment in a way that's typical for them; Azzi sitting up with her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles while she reads- and Paige strewn out sideways across the other portion of the sectional, her head in Azzi's lap as she scrolls on her phone.
Azzi's right hand falls cyclically to play with the other girls hair in between flipping pages in an effort to keep her content while her focus is split between both her and her book.
Light streams through the window pleasantly, casting a golden glow on everything it touches, and the apartment is quiet- the other girls having gone out to a farmers market earlier in the day and leaving them alone together for the first time in what felt like weeks outside of spending the night in each othersâ rooms.
The peaceful sunday afternoon silence they've struck up is rudely interrupted when Paige suddenly groans, rolling onto her side as she drops her phone away from herself like it just offended her, sending it bouncing onto the next couch cushion over. Azzi lets her book drop below her eyeline to look at the other girl, brows raised.
"Um... what was that about?" She asks tentatively, slow to engage for fear of further escalating her already always high energy and cementing the quiet moment they'd just been in as over.
Paige shifts closer to her, wrapping her arms around the younger girlsâ waist and burying her face against her stomach, the loose blonde hair left out of her bun to frame her face tickling at the section of midriff exposed by the cropped camisole top the other girl wore under a grey sweat set.
Azzi sighs, setting her book down with the bookmark placed carefully to mark her place, bringing her hands to the girl in her lap fully- one moving to card through her hair and the other to rub her back.
"Hey. What's wrong, honey?" She asks gently, hands soothing in their slow motions. Paige nestles closer to her, holding her tight, her nose brushing the warm skin just above the waistband of Azzi's sweats. Azzi pretends the sensation doesnât make her feel a little warmer.
"The internet, bro," The blonde finally grumbles, voice muffled where her face is pressed into her girlfriends' torso. Worry rises in Azzi's chest at that, her hands stilling.
"What? What happened?" She asks, pulling at Paige's shoulder to get her to sit up and talk to her. Paige frowns, wrinkling her nose as she obliges the prompt, rolling over to look up at the younger girlsâ face from her lap.
Her expression is pathetic- eyebrows drawn together, blue eyes big and lips curled into a pout. Azzi can't help but chuckle at the sight, despite her mind drawing up worst case scenarios like it so often did. Paige groans at Azzi finding humor in the moment, drawing her arm over her face to hide herself in embarrassment.
Azzi smiles fully now, the silly nature of Paige's pouting easing the worry in the back of her mind. She takes in the half-obscured sight in her lap and lets it soothe her, appreciating every visible detail- the sharpness of her jaw, the length of her eyelashes as they rest against her cheeks, the prominence of her nose and cheekbones, the pretty shade of pink that adorns her soft lips.
"Babe, come on. What is it?" She asks, pulling gently at Paige's pale arm.
"You're gonna laugh," Paige whines, bringing her arm down from her face only to draw both of them up over her chest defensively, almost like a little kid would. Azzi rolls her eyes, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
"Oh my god, Paige. What is the matter?" She repeats, playful agitation biting at the corners of her tone despite the fact that her dimples give her underlying amusement away.
The older girl sighs dramatically from where she's set in Azzi's lap, waiting in silence for a five count before opening one eye to peep and see if Azzi is still looking, expectant for an explanation. She is. Paige sighs.
"They're sayin' I got stiff hips," She mutters, avoiding Azzi's gaze as the admission slips past her lips. Azziâs eyes narrow as she furrows her eyebrows confusedly, having not heard her fully.
"They're saying what?" She asks, leaning closer slightly to be able to hear her better. Paige whines, shifting her posture antsily.
"Stiff hips, Az. They're sayin' I got stiff hips." She overenunciates, eyes becoming wide as she explains. Azzi holds her gaze, eyebrows high to match Paige's energy. She holds the expression for as long as she can before breaking, a laugh erupting out of her.
Paige groans yet again, rolling away from her girlfriend like she's trying to slink off the couch and into a puddle on the floor to avoid further embarrassment. Azzi reaches for her, stilling her progress with her hand around the other girls' wrist.
"Oh come on, you big baby," She chides, pulling her back into her lap, cradling her head as she shifts.
"Like they would know, anyway," She dismisses, hands coming up to grab her face, thumb brushing over the the hinge of her jaw as she presses a kiss to her forehead. Paige grins at that, sly and lopsided, holding Azzi's gaze like she's trying to be sure she heard it right.
"Aw, nah?" She smirks up at her, that stupid expression she reserved just for her girlfriend slowly spreading across her face.
Azzi hums. "Unless there's something you're not telling me," She teases, fingers toying with the collar of her crewneck, brushing her collarbones.
Paige smiles dopily, lifting her head and cupping the sides of Azzi's face, pulling her down gently just enough to connect their lips. It's slow and sweet and just a little bit wet, and Paige thinks about all the times they've kissed before and how it's never felt any less perfect than it did the first time.
Seven years later, and she still can't get over the feeling of how Azzi's lips feel against hers.
She shifts to sit up, the movement a little awkward on the way, and comes to settle upright next to the other girl, dominant hand settling just below her hairline on the back of her neck to ease her closer. She moans quietly into the kiss, unable to help herself, and then deepens it- leaning forward and pushing Azzi along with her, putting her on her back.
Azzi's hands meet over the back of the other girlsâ neck as she settles over her, her hips snug against the younger girls' with their legs slotted between each other. Azzi bites gently at Paige's lip, and Paige has to choke back a groan as she gives into the chase, letting her tongue dart out to run along the other girls' bottom lip.
Azzi hums before slipping her tongue into her girlfriend's mouth, finding hers and running against it before sucking at it gently, drawing it out. Suddenly, they're pulling apart just enough for Paige to speak, still close enough that their lips to brush when she does.
"F'real though. Y'think I'm stiff?" She asks, her blue eyes full of conviction and concern as they meet Azziâs once again. Now itâs Azziâs turn to groan as she rolls her eyes beneath the blonde, much to Paige's dismay.
"Hey! I'm serious, dude," Paige pleads, looking at her girlfriend intently, impatiently awaiting a response. Azzi stays silent, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as she tilts her head in consideration, hands still interlocked behind the other girlsâ head.
"I mean..."
Paige whines, dropping her head to Azzi's chest. Although her intent was pure, she's pleased when her face nestles perfectly between the other girls' breasts, soft warm flesh surrounding her features. She could die here, she thinks.
"Oh come on, I was joking," Azzi says, trying to soften the blow. Her fingers run slowly along the back of her neck, wandering up to toy with the loose hair at the base of her bun.
"S'not funny," Paige defends weakly, speech muffled by the soft skin surrounding her face. Azzi watches her, evaluating for a moment, and then makes up her mind, narrowing her eyes and sucking her teeth as she does.
She sits up, climbing out from under Paige, and Paige looks at her incredulously, already primed to put on a dramatic show of great offense over the fact that the other girl would leave her from their comfortable position on the couch in such a vulnerable time.
She rises to her feet, turning as she outstretches her arm in front of her to hold her hand out, signalling for the other girl to grab it. Paige stares blankly from her place on the couch, unsure of what's happening.
"Come on," Azzi prompts, opening and closing her offered hand to add emphasis to her words. Paige's eyebrows furrow, her hair still tousled from their brief rendezvous seconds ago.
"Huh?" She replies, clueless, neck craning forward and one side of her lip curling as she asks to add emphasis.
Azzi sighs, stepping closer and taking both of Paige's hands into hers. She draws her upright into a sitting position, stepping into the space between where her feet are planted.
This close, Azzi can feel the blondeâs breath tickling at her stomach, her baggy sweatshirtsâ zipper fixed low to allow her abs to still show- a decision she made deliberately when sheâd put it on this morning.
Paige looks up at where her girlfriend stands above her and canât help but think that it feels wrong to be in this position and not have her hands free to be able to wrap her arms around the other girl- to slip under her sweatshirt and feel her skin, to wander down and grab at her ass, to pull her into her lap.
"I said," She repeats, eyes locked to Paige's as she presses kisses over the other girls' knuckles, big brown eyes watching carefully with a glint of fire in them as she does it. The blonde holds her breath, lips slightly parted as her gaze drags from Azziâs eyes to glance at the pink fullness of her lips and back.
"Come," Kiss. "Here," Kiss. "Then." Kiss.
Paige watches cautiously, a feeling thatâs a healthy balance of being turned on and a little scared settling in her chest.
"I cant lie... I'm lost, what are we-" Azzi rolls her eyes again, dimples popping as she makes an exasperated face while stepping back, pulling as she goes to bring the taller girl up to stand.
"You're worried about having stiff hips, yeah?" She asks, her voice thick with a flirty tone that the blonde swears wasnât there only a moment ago.
Paige stands slowly, letting herself be pulled, shrugging and then slowly nodding as she waits for a point to be made. Azzi comes in closer, leaning into Paigeâs frame, dropping her hands so that one can settle over her hip, the other on her chest.
Suddenly the blonde is acutely aware of all of the places she can feel the other girl- not the least of which being her leg that brushes against her own as her foot settles between where her own are set, eliminating nearly every bubble of space between them. Paigeâs breath feels thick as she breathes out, trying to resist the urge to swallow as she feels the warmth of the other girl braced against her.
"So why don't you come prove it to me that you don't?" Azzi challenges, voice sultry and sweet as she looks up at her, and Paige's jaw almost drops.
Azzi could hold her own, sure. Their little spats and back-and-forth nature were cornerstones of their entire relationship- always had been. They wouldn't be Paige and Azzi without the playful dynamic they always seemed to keep up.
But she was only bold to a point- usually, and for years now, there was a clear line they'd found, a place between gearing up to sex and actually getting there, where Paige had almost always just naturally taken over- at least to initiate things.
It wasn't always that way, per se, but it definitely was more often than not. Between that and the fact that Paige had basically been obsessed with her since she was 16, giving her anything she ever wanted at any indication she wanted it- in moments like these, Azzi had a way of catching her completely off guard.
"Wha- f'real?" Paige asks, frozen in place at the proposition. It was almost always Paige prompting, Paige setting the foundation, Paige leading- Azzi wasn't any less passionate about being intimate, she just liked to be led. And it worked well, because Paige liked to pull her along.
Azzi so openly putting it all on the table on a random Sunday afternoon, (and especially when she had been nose deep in a book less than 10 minutes before) was definitely not something Paige had really anticipated happening. Azzi quirks an eyebrow, digging her heels in.
"Unless you don't think you're up to the task?" She asks, voice donning a kind of feining innocence she only ever put on when she was being especially bratty.
Paige's face flushes at that, never one to give up a challenge- and she's on her feet, grabbing Azzi by the wrist and dragging her to her bedroom, determined to prove herself. Azzi giggles, pleased by the continuation of her perpetual ability to get what she wants from the blonde, and follows, only spurred on by her girlfriends' reaction.
Paige pushes the door closed behind them as soon as they enter the room and immediately grabs for the other girl, pulling her flush against herself by the waist. Azzi leans into the contact as their lips meet, hands coming up to settle on Paigeâs chest as she deepens the kiss.
Azzi arches into the way the other girl is holding her, and Paige slips her hands up the back of her sweatshirt, any excuse to feel more of her. She steps them back towards the bed, slowing as she approaches to let Azzi get a feel for where the bed is before they go tumbling onto it.
They do, and Paige is quick to keep things progressing, catching herself with her hands to keep from falling over Azzi and then leaning back on her heels to pull her shirt over her head. Azzi's eyes track the movement carefully, watching her arms flex with the motion and dropping to look at her abs before darting back to her face when she realizes she's been caught.
Ordinarily, Paige would stop and tease, but today she's too eager. Instead, she reaches down, fingers grasping the zipper of Azziâs sweatshirt, and drags it down, opening access to warm skin beneath it thatâs been teasing her all day. She leans back in and nestles into the crook of Azzi's neck, dropping kisses against the soft warm skin there, their bare stomachs pressing against each other with the movement.
Azzi hums as her hands run up Paigeâs back, keeping the other girl close and feeling the subtle flexing of the muscle there as she turns her head, kissing the side of Paigeâs face where itâs nestled into her neck before pulling her back and recentering her above herself to reconnect their lips.
Paige shifts so one hand can come up between them to Azzi's stomach, pushing under her skin-tight tank top and bunching the small amount of fabric up onto her chest, revealing her abs and breasts. Azziâs breath hitches at the motion, watching as her hands roam, admiring the contrast of the paleness of her skin against the deepness of her own, blood rushing to her head as she watches Paige go to work against her.
The blonde kisses down the younger girlsâ neck and shoulders eagerly, nipping at her collarbones before making her way down to her chest and taking a pebbled nipple into her mouth. As she leans into her, the knee she has slotted between Azzi's legs pushes against her, giving her friction closer to where she wants it, making the other girls' breath catch.
She revels in the way she feels Azzi's breathing change underneath her, feels her start to squirm as she switches sides to show its twin the same affection before letting up in favor of progressing further down her body.
Her skin is warm and soft and smells like vanilla as she kisses down her stomach- it's more intoxicating than anything else Paige has ever felt in her life. She gets to her waistband and is about to pull her sweats down when Azzi taps her shoulder to get her attention.
She pauses, looking up at her with tented eyebrows as she hovers in place. "Hm?"
Once she stills, Azzi reaches down and grabs her face by the chin, eyes hooded. Paige wets her lips as she holds the eye contact, trying to steel herself and not let on the way her boxers are getting uncomfortably damp beneath her sweats.
"C'mere," She whispers, and Paige is immediately thanking god that her roommates aren't home as she climbs back up to oblige her girlfriends' request.
Their lips collide, and before she really knows what's happening, Azzi is pulling her close, locking her arms around her back before shifting hard to roll them both over and straddle her waist. Paige's mouth subconsciously falls open the slightest bit when sheâs put on her back, and Azzi can't help but smirk.
She straightens her back and grabs at the bunched up fabric of her camisole that Paige had so impatiently pushed out of her way, pulling it up and arching her back as it goes to help it over her head.
Beneath her, Paige swallows and fixes her hands on her hips tightly, trying not to touch like a child watching a cake being frosted- watching desperately with a watering mouth as she takes in the scene unfolding in front of her. Everything about what she sees, she's absolutely obsessed with: her skin, her toned stomach, her perfect chest, her strong arms and shoulders, the beautiful way her dark curls cascade over her shoulders. She's perfect. So, so perfect.
"Fuck, Az," She mutters, eyes wandering over her frame. Azzi almost feels shy for a second with the way she's being looked at, but she manages to cut her thought process off.
After all, even with all the people in the world who said unhinged shit about her girlfriend online, she was the only one who got to sit half-naked in her lap whenever she wanted. Not a lot of reason to feel self conscious about that.
Azzi leans forward, hands grabbing the other girlsâ to push them up and against the mattress for her own balance as she closes the gap between them to kiss Paigeâs neck. The taller girls' legs naturally come up to settle with her feet flat against the bed, her thighs just behind Azzi's ass, keeping her close.
Azzi hums as she presses kisses up Paige's jaw, messy and warm and creating a feeling in Paige's gut that's very hard to ignore. The feeling of having her in her lap- breasts bare and pressing into her chest, ass pressing into her as she shifts- paired with the feeling of her full lips kissing their way across her neck and shoulders, curls tickling with the movement as they brush against her skin, is nearly enough to make her brain short circuit.
Having her hands pinned is torture- she's dying to be able to touch her. She pushes her hips forward, few other options available, and Azzi breathes in sharply at the contact, drawing back just barely to ground herself.
"Mmm, gotta be patient baby," She chides, renewing her efforts in the space between her girlfriend's neck and shoulder.
Paige groans. She wasn't used to not being able to pivot things where she wanted- to control the pace and the acceleration of things.
"Thought I was tryna show you sum," She argues, fighting hard to keep any trace of how pathetic she feels out of her voice when she says it. Azzi hums, nipping at her earlobe.
"Why don't you, then?" She counters, and Paige wastes no time in pushing up with both her hips and hands to roll Azzi back over, reclaiming her position above her.
They're both slightly out of breath once they resettle, and Paige supports herself over Azzi, holding the eye contact and letting their breath mix together in the minuscule amount of space between them.
Paige is acutely aware of the heat settling low in her belly at the way Azzi looks at her. Azzi, equally bothered, is trying hard not to squirm as she watches her girlfriend wet her lips, the veins in her hands and arms more prominent than usual after her display of strength to flip them back over.
"You gonna behave and lemme have my way w'you, babygirl? Or yâstill need to get some energy out?" She asks pointedly, and a surge of pride goes through her when she sees the way a flush creeps across Azzi's face, no argument making it's way past her lips for once.
Balance restored.
Her big brown eyes peer up at her with the neediest expression she thinks she might have ever seen, and it doesn't take much convincing after that to hurry along, her point proven.
"A'ight then. I gotchu, mama," She says, pressing a single kiss to her neck before standing, letting her hands come to her hips as she surveys across her bedroom.
"Where'd that fuckin' thing end up, anyway?" She asks, and Azzi giggles from the bed, eyes lingering on her bare stomach as she turns her body, looking around the room.
"Closet, right? Had to move it when KK came in to play playstation?" She asks, and Paige turns to her, smiling.
"My girlâs so smart." She praises, reaching out to pat her leg as she walks past the bed to the closet. Azzi rolls her eyes, a small smile on her face as she tracks her with her eyes, biting at her finger as she watches her saunter over to open the closet door, sweats clinging low on her hips, boxer line peeking out just barely.
Paige stoops down to dig through a specific shoe box amongst the many that live in the small space. She knows she shouldn't be as turned on by the sight as she is, but there's just something about the way she looks, her legs spread and her arms settled on her knees as she balances on the pads of her feet while rummaging through the closet, searching.
It takes long enough for Paige to finally find it that by the time she's turning from the closet, victorious and holding the toy high above her head, sheâs almost surprised to find that Azziâs still looking at her. She lets the toy fall to her side as she comes to kneel on the edge of the bed in front of the other girl.
"Hey," She says, nudging Azzi's nose with her own, as she sets the strap and harness down above her head on the bed, out of sight. Azzi smiles at her, and for a moment, nobody else in the world exists, brown eyes meeting blue, their breath combining in the small space between them.
"Hey, yourself," She returns, reaching above her head to grab for the toy. Paige chuckles, spreading her arms wide in a stretch as she stands back up. Azziâs eyes trail over her figure, taking in the sight of her stance, the way her abs flexed with the movement.
"Was gonna ask if you changed your mind, you seemed like you were zonin' out over here," She jokes, and Azzi makes a face.
"Sounds to me like you're getting nervous," She taunts, bringing the contraption in front of her face to get a better look at it. Paige clicks her tongue, shaking her head.
"Whatever, bro," She dismisses, leaning in to press a kiss to Azzi's forehead, hand smoothing over her curls lovingly as she hovered there.
"You sure you still wanna?" She asks, softer now, and Azzi nods, her focus clearly elsewhere as she shifts the harness to one hand and reaches out to grab her by the hips to maneuver her closer.
"If I can remember how to get this to work," She jokes, and Paige smirks, going to grab it from her. âI got it.âAzzi pulls it away from her prying hands, scoffing at her lightly.
"You never even put it on in the first place, dummy. Take your pants off and c'mere, I can figure it out." Paige laughs at that, hands going to untie the drawstring that's tucked into her waistband.
"Yes ma'am," She replies, stepping out of her sweats and then bringing her boxers along with them not long after, dropping them to the floor in a way that's all too familiar for the younger girl- makes it a little bit harder to swallow, too.
Azzi beckons her forward, putting significant effort into focusing on what sheâs doing and not getting distracted by the perfect shade of pink peeking out from her girlfriendâs mound- and reluctantly, Paige goes.
"Here, step into this," Azzi says, holding a portion of the harness open for her, her eyes lingering on her girlfriends' naked frame. Paige chuckles, putting a hand on Azzi's shoulder to stabilize herself as she does as she's told.
She didn't remember it feeling this awkward the last time. Then again, it had been a while since they'd used it last- theyâd both been so busy that any time that theyâd found as of late to love on each other was kept entirely to quick hands and eager mouths.
Azzi furrows her eyebrows as her fingers go to work, adjusting buckles and straightening straps. Paige watches her face intently, trying not to feel silly.
"Turn," The curly headed girl prompts, and Paige follows the instruction mindlessly, feeling slightly like a kid getting their winter coat put on by a parent before being allowed to go outside to play in the snow.
Azzi tugs a specific section and it finally tightens- a little too fast, pinching at Paige's skin as it comes flush with flesh. The blonde jumps, disregarding the adjustments happening as she shoves her fingers between the harness and her skin to create a protective barrier and sooth the sting.
"Ow, Azzi!" She protests, and Azzi's head snaps up to look at her, eyes full of sympathy. "I'm sorry, baby. It was an accident," She soothes, running her thumb over the area and leaning over to press a kiss to it.
With that, it's already forgotten, the harness finally settled snug to Paigeâs hips. Paige nods, mostly to herself, pushing her fingers underneath the straps once more to adjust herself to be more comfortable- and then sheâs coming around to the other side of the bed and grabbing Azzi by the tops of her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed with no warning, causing her to yelp in surprise.
âWhoa, what are y-â Paige shushes her, sinking to her knees, and loops her fingers under Azziâs sweats, pulling them over her hips in one swift movement. Azzi watches the rushed movement with eager eyes, swallowing thickly while picking up her hips to help her tug them down.
Paige stoops down, and Azziâs heart flutters in her chest as she starts to litter kisses on the insides of her thighs. The blonde is slow and intentional with her movements, arms coming to rest on the outside of Azziâs spread knees as she sucks a purple mark into the other girlsâ skin, soothing it with a swipe of her tongue and a chaste kiss afterward.
She continues to drop kisses as she moves up her thigh til she reaches her center, playing close attention to the subtle changes in Azziâs breathing as she goes, and then slows, pressing a kiss to her clit through the thin cotton. Azzi lets out a breathy little gasp at the contact, neck craning to get a better view.
Paige presses another kiss, more pressure behind it than the last one, and then slips a little lower, repeating the motion. When she does, she finds the most perfect surprise waiting for her- Azziâs completely soaked through the pretty purple panties sheâs wearing.
âOh my god, Azzi Jazlyn,â She remarks, looking up at the other girl with an amused look painted across her face. Azzi blushes, really blushes, and hides her face in her arm, a pouty little noise of protest falling from her lips at being mocked.
âIs it that serious?â Paige asks, tone dripping with sarcastic concern, and Azzi reaches down with the hand that isnât obscuring her face to shove at Paigeâs arm. The blonde just grins, shaking her head as she leans back and hooks her fingers under the waistband of the dampened fabric.
âJust teasinâ, mama,â She soothes, voice husky as Azzi picks up her hips again.
âYâknow I fuckinâ love that shit,â She mumbles- mostly to herself- and she tugs the article over the swell of the other girlsâ ass, eyes widening when they bring a string of glistening slick with them as they come away from the younger girlsâ cunt.
She canât help the groan that falls past her lips as she tugs them the rest of the way down, watching in disbelief as the strand stretches and the breaks, dropping to stick to the younger girlsâ upper thigh.
Azzi hisses at the cold sensation, her face burning with embarrassment, and Paige quickly discards the pair of underwear behind her before her hands find the other girlsâ legs again and she leans in, licking the slick off the supple skin of her upper thigh like sheâs been in the desert and its the first drop of water sheâs seen in days.
Azziâs eyes drift back in a mix of disbelief and pleasure, biting at her lip in an attempt to keep her composure as Paige kisses the same place messily, leaving it wet.
She continues her trail of kisses up her thighs, one hand absentmindedly wandering over to the junction of Azziâs hip, stopping there with her fingers held out as if signaling for Azzi to meet it with her own. She interlocks her fingers with her girlfriendsâ, and Paige looks up at her, a slight smile on her face before craning her neck back down, eyes still locked with Azziâs as she licks into her cunt.
Azzi lets her eyes fall shut at the first contact, letting herself focus on the warmth of Paigeâs tongue and the slick of her spit mixing with her own arousal over her clit. When she opens them again, she sees blue eyes still on her from between her legs, holding her gaze, careful to watch for any indication to stop- even though they both know it wonât come.
Paige is slow, letting her tongue run over her girlfriendsâ pussy deliberately, reveling in how wet she finds her, how good she tastes. She sucks her clit into her mouth gently, and Azzi winces above her, curls pressed into the pillow as she kicks her head back and arches into the contact.
She lets her tongue come to assist the suction, running it over the base of her clit while she suckles at the head of it gently, and then lets it go, coming off with a pop!, pink lips glistening as they come away wet.
She brings her head back slightly and blows gently, the cold air sending goosebumps forming under Azziâs skin, and watches her reaction carefully as she licks over it again. Azzi feels the other girlsâ eyes on her and bites at her bottom lip, bringing her free hand up to palm at her breast as she holds the eye contact, teasing from where she's laid out.
Paige blinks slowly as she watches, eyebrows raising slightly- just enough to be noticeable, and sheâs thankful her mouth is occupied so she doesnât say something stupid in her awed state.
How lucky could one person get?
Azziâs painted fingers move deftly to roll her pebbled nipple between her pointer and thumb, squeezing the mound of flesh to her chest and then repeating the motion, never breaking the eye contact. Paige watches eagerly and lets her tongue to continue to work her, slow and sensual and utterly pussy drunk, and Azzi is buzzing knowing how well sheâs captured the girl between her legs.
Paige lets her tongue slip lower, the younger girlsâ taste getting stronger and sweeter as she teases at her entrance- and Azzi gasps at the sensation, her right hand abandoning its efforts over her chest to come down her bare torso and grab at Paigeâs hair, tangling into blonde strands still held back loosely by a hairtie.
"Fuck, Paige," She curses, her hips canting up and just slightly off the bed, smearing her slick across Paige's chin and nose. She pauses, giving an apologetic look when she realizes she's made a mess of the bottom half of her girlfriends' face, but Paige only chuckles.
She lets go of the younger girls' hand where their fingers are intertwined over her hipbone to bring both arms around her legs and over her hips to hold her still, fixing her in place before refocusing her efforts. Azzi whimpers at the feeling of being held so firmly while Paige knelt between her legs and went to work like a woman starved- so safe and desired and spoiled all at once.
She watches the slight flex of the blondeâs biceps as she holds pulls her impossibly closer, sloppy with her ministrations over the other girlsâ clit, her jaw working as she alternates the shapes being drawn over the swollen nub to tease the most perfect little moans from her lips. The younger girl lets her newly free hands come up, crossing over her face in an attempt to hide how desperate she feels.
Paige smirks as she delves lower again, pushing into her cunt with her tongue and watching her facial expressions from between her legs, growing wetter by the second seeing how worked up she could make the other girl. Azzi's mouth hangs open in a silent gasp in response to the intrusion, eyebrows drawn up and together.
Paige opens her mouth wider, giving herself the leverage to fuck her tongue into her deeper- and Azzi picks a leg up to put it over the blonde's shoulder, improving the angle. The movement only makes Paige double down on her efforts, drawing back slightly to pull her right arm from its place over her hip in favor of bringing it low between them to meet the glistening slick of her pussy.
She keeps her tongue sliding in and out of her entrance, bringing her left thumb down over her pelvis to run over her clit. Sheâs aided by the wetness that's making a mess of her cunt- slowly spreading to her thighs now, too. Azzi whimpers, and the Paige borderline growls at the sound, drinking in the control she has over the other girl and the sounds sheâs pulling from her lips.
She runs her tongue flat against her, running from entrance to clit, lapping up the juices sheâd pulled since pressing the muscle into her needy cunt. She sucks her clit into her mouth again, letting the fingers of her free hand trail lower, tantalizingly slow in their movements as they ran deliberately teasingly along her folds, feeling the slickness of her juices over soft skin.
She lets her middle finger slip deeper, probing against her entrance, and Azziâs breath catches at the feeling, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to fill the ache inside of her.
"Ohmygod- please," She babbles, and Paige lets off her clit so she can sooth her. "Shh- I know, I know. You're okay mama, I gotchu.â She drops an open-mouthed kiss to the swollen bud.
âJusâ needa stretch you out and make sure you're ready for it baby. S'been a while, hm?â She coos, lips brushing against her cunt as she says it, and Azzi whines, angling her hips so she feels her deeper. Paige hums at the observation, taking in the sight of the younger girlsâ pussy as she has her way with her- glistening with wetness and the perfect shade of swollen pink.
"So needy for me, huh, baby?" Azzi nods deliriously, desperate for more- and Paige laughs sympathetically at her. "Aâight, sweetheart," She whispers, slipping two long, slender fingers in and curling them as she slides knuckle deep in one flush movement.
She presses deep entirely too easily, fingers brushing against her sweet spot far before the other girl had anticipated they would work themselves that deep- and its all she can do to whine at the sensation, throaty and guttural.
âFeels good?â The blonde husks, as if she doesnât already know the answer. Azzi groans, humming a sweet little 'mhm' in response and hoping itâs enough, because itâs all she can muster. Paige eases in and out of her slow, reveling in how wet her fingers come away each time she draws them out of her pussy.
âFuuuck, baby,â She husks, in awe of how perfect this girl is- how wet sheâs gotten, how good sheâs taking her fingers, how pretty her pussy is. Azzi whimpers, her hips chasing her fingers every time she draws them out, little ah, ah, ahs falling past her lips every time her fingers brush against that spongy spot deep inside of her.
Paige groans as she fucks into her gummy walls, chasing the high brought on by the younger girlâs delicious little noises. She's successful, Azzi keening when she strokes particularly deep- arching her back off the mattress, her abs flexing with the effort. The blonde watches eagerly, eyes hooded and lips wet as she observes every filthy detail of the unholy ministrations sheâs working against Azziâs cunt.
"'S it that good, baby? You like it when I stretch you out and get you ready for my dick, sweet girl?" Paige coos, and Azzi's too far gone to even manage a response, nodding deliriously with thick eyelashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks as she just stares with a fucked out expression, breathy little noises spilling out of her with each curl of her girlfriends' long fingers against her inner walls.
Unable to resist the urge, she lets her tongue lash over her clit again, moving in fast flicks of motion that she has to put conscious effort into limiting the pressure of in order to prevent overstimulating the swollen nub thatâs already flared an angry pink.
"P-please, P, need it," Azzi whines, and Paige looks up at her, undeniably pussy drunk. "Yeah? Tell me what you want, baby," She says, tone sultry and words slurring with lust in a way that was just for Azzi.
"More," Azzi whines, and Paige tuts at her.
"Nah- you know better. Ask me right," The older girl corrects before bringing her mouth back to her core. Azzi whimpers pathetically before taking a steadying breath, steeling herself.
âPlease,â She chokes, desperate for more despite the fact that her eyes were already welling up with tears at the intensity of what the blonde was doing to her.
âWant it,â She breathes, voice breaking, and Paige lets her eyes fall shut for a brief moment so she can soak in the sound of her pleas. Her wrist works overtime to keep her fingers in motion inside of her, and her tongue swirls around her clit, soaking in the metallic taste of the puffy little button as she continues to tease at it.
âNeed it- fuck, please? Want you to fill me up,â She begs, and Paige takes a deep breath from between her legs, nostrils flaring slightly as she attempts to ground herself while she kisses into the younger girlsâ cunt sloppily, lips and chin covered in her arousal. Itâs almost too good to bring her mouth away from.
âOkay, sweet girl,â She mutters before letting her tongue drag along her slit, the slickness making the motion easy.
âGonna fuck you so good,â She promises, pressing a kiss to her clit before standing. She places one knee on the mattress, bringing her hand up to rub at the other girls' thigh affectionately.
"Scooch up, mama. Gimme some room to work here," She murmurs gently, and Azzi complies, her eyes never leaving the blonde's face, bringing her hands to the mattress and pushing herself back.
The blonde follows immediately, crawling toward her and dropping a kiss to the scar over her knee as she approaches before sitting up straight. She adjusts the width of her knees where theyâre pressed into the bed as she settles into the best position she can manage, reaching down to grasp the base of the toy where it juts out into the small amount of space between them.
Azziâs eyes watch carefully as she reaches out, running her pointer and middle fingers through her folds to gather wetness before spreading it over the toy. She watches Paigeâs fingers as they run along the length of the toy, coating it in her slick, and swallows, suddenly starting to realize that the toy looked a little bit bigger than she had remembered it being.
To distract herself, she forces her eyes higher, takes in the sight of the girl between her legs- abs tight, pert breasts and puffy pink nipples on display, loose blonde hair framing her face and a concentrated look painted across her features that was absolutely entrancing.
Paige takes hold of the toy and shuffles closer until she can run the tip through her folds, and Azziâs breath catches at the contact. The older girl wets her parted lips as she stares, revelling in the way the younger girlsâ slick spreads along the silicon, allowing the shaft move easily up and down her slit from entrance to clit.
Azzi's breath is shaky beneath her, pretty brown eyes blown as she watches every movement eagerly. She lets the toy nudge against her entrance, admiring how her pussy clenches a kiss around the head at the intrusion, and Azzi whines up at her, expression pleading silently for her to progress- so she rocks forward, slow, eyes on the younger girlsâ face to gauge off of.
A little gasp falls from Azziâs mouth as her eyes fall shut, head pushing back against the pillows as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth. Paigeâs tongue peeks out of her mouth, pressing against her bottom lip with the effort as she presses in further, torturously slow as she eases her hips flush with Azziâs.
Azzi moans as she bottoms out, her fingers grabbing ahold of Paigeâs arm where itâs braced against her leg to improve the angle.
She lets her hand linger there in a loose grip, holding on to her for the sake of touching her alone, watching the other girl admire her, feeling her muscles move beneath her skin with every motion. Paigeâs hips rock back, eyes watching the toy slide out of her entrance before she eases forward again, starting to find a rhythm.
âOh, fuck, thatâs good,â Azzi slurs, drawing a smirk out of Paige.
âYeah? You like that, mama?â She asks, voice low and raspy as she pumps in and out of her, eyes roaming over the other girlsâ body hungrily. The younger girl nods, eyebrows drawn together and face tight as she concentrates on adjusting to the stretch, painted fingernails digging into Paigeâs arm just barely as a whimper escapes past her lips.
Paige gambles a look down as her pace gradually picks up, and watches as the strap slides in and out of the girl above her in time with her strokes. She swallows hard, sucking in a steadying breath as she watches her pussy stretch around the toy, excess wetness accumulating in a thick ring around the base of the toy.
Eager to see more, she snakes her dominant hand between them, using her pointer finger and thumb to hold her lips apart so she can get a better look at the toy pumping in and out of her, pussy pulsing and stretching around the silicon cock. She presses her thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles as she picks up her pace gradually.
âFuck, mama- squeezinâ my dick so pretty wâthat pussy. You like it when I stretch you out, baby?â
âOhmygod, yes,â Azzi rushes out, barely coherent, and Paige watches as she takes it, moving with her to set the pace, hips chanting and abs tight.
âYeah? Feels good, don't it princess? Yâfeelin me deep?â Azzi hums out a pathetic little mhm, whimpering, and she can't help herself- she reaches out, running her hand up her stomach, squeezing at her tits when she gets to her chest, palming them and feeling the weight of them in her hand.
She groans, letting her head kick back. She could feel their combined wetness smearing all over her pelvis and the front of her thighs now, and the realization hits like a drug. Azziâs hand comes to meet hers over her chest, not to stop anything sheâs doing, just for the sake of being able to hold onto her- and Paige shifts, bringing one knee up to better her angle, pausing as she pivots, and then presses forward again.
Azzi groans at the new angle, her hips canting up to chase the motion and pushing Paige deeper, in turn drawing a whine from the blondeâs throat when the base of the toy pushes against her clit.
âOh, fuck,â Azzi whimpers, spurred on by the knowledge of what fucking her like this is doing to the blonde. Obscene sounds fill the room- Azziâs cunt squelching around the silicon cock, breathy moans falling from both of the pairsâ lips, the sound of their combined slick over the already prominent sound of skin meeting skin with each thrust from Paige.
Itâs filthy, the way theyâre rutting into each other, but god, did both of them need this.
Azzi arches her back, taking their joined hands and pushing them lower, and at first Paige isnât sure what sheâs doing, thinks maybe sheâs ushering her to stimulate her clit again, but then she stops short, right above her pelvis. Her confusion quickly gives way to recognition, and she almost chokes when she feels it- sheâs fucking up into the younger girl so deep that she can feel it perfectly just by having her hand braced over her stomach.
âOh, baby- fuck,â Her hips stutter, overwhelmed between feeling how deep sheâs fucking into Azzi and the sensation of the base of the strap rubbing against her clit. Azzi shifts, hooking her legs around her waist, and Paige leans further forward, bracing herself with her elbows against the mattress, body pressed to Azziâs as she continues the snap of her hips.
Azziâs moans are even clearer now- right there to lean over and swallow up with a kiss, so she does, connecting their lips as she rolls her hips fervently. Itâs wet and messy and desperate, both of them moaning into it, and for a moment, the sheer desperation shared between the two of them is enough to carry it, both rutting into each other like it was their last moment on earth.
Azziâs head kicks back when Paige draws in particularly hard, the blondeâs bottom lip dragging against the side of her face when she breaks away from the kiss to shift so suddenly. Her legs wrap around her tighter, arms slung around her back with one hand tangled into the bun barely still in place on her head and the other digging half-moons into her shoulder as she fucks her open.
âOhmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,â She babbles, and Paige curses under her breath, shifting her weight from one arm to the other to sustain the rocking of her hips.
Sheâs absolutely stoned on the sounds sheâs drawing out of her lips- so committed to making her make more of them that the tiredness settling into her body is barely even noticeable. Azziâs breaths get shallow and run together, little noises escaping her lips with every thrust, her hips and hands unable to stay still as she grasps for Paige like sheâs not as close as physically possible already.
âPaige, Iâm- oh fuck,â Her voice breaks, and the sheer amount of desperation in her tone is enough for Paige to be sure of whatâs happening.
âGonna cum for me, baby?â She asks, and Azzi just nods, incapable of mustering any response beyond that in a coherent manner. Paige nods, pressing a kiss to the side of Azziâs face, and braces herself to shift her weight on one arm, letting the other reach between them and find her clit.
The angleâs awkward and she knows she wouldnât be able to keep it up for long- but she also knows Azzi doesnât need much more, just wants her to feel good as she goes over the edge.
âShow me, princess. Wanna see you cum on this dick, pretty girl,â She whispers, and Azzi whimpers, nails digging into her back as she arches her back, impossibly close. Paigeâs heart is nearly beating through her chest, and sheâs trying embarrassingly hard not to let on how sheâs pretty sure she could cum, too, trying to focus on getting Azzi there.
âCâmon, mama. Doinâ so good, so pretty for me. Let me have it, sweet girl,â She coos. Azzi nods desperately, shaky breaths heaving from her lungs as she chases the edge.
"Don't stop, don't stop," She pleads, and Paige hums, acknowledging the request as she presses a kiss to her face again, back tense as her hips roll into her at a pace she has no earthly idea how she had possibly kept up this long aside from pure obsession and a desperation to make her girl feel good.
"Never, baby. I gotchu, you're okay. Let go for me," She urges, and Azzi purses her lips, eyes fluttering shut and dimples popping as she tips over the edge of her climax.
Her head pushes back against the pillow and her eyes eyes screw shut, legs tightening even further around Paige's waist. A guttural moan escapes from her throat and for once, she doesn't even care how loud she is.
Her breaths draw deeper as she shudders through the remainder of her orgasm, little spasms of pleasure washing over her body, and Paige nuzzles close, dropping soft kisses to her shoulders as she slows her efforts. Beneath her, Azzi finally relaxes, body slumping against the mattress and her head lolling to the side to rest against Paige's forearm where it's pressed into the mattress supporting her weight.
Her hand comes down and entangles with Paigeâs where itâs working her clit slowly, wincing as she pulls it away. âToo much,â She whimpers, and Paige chuckles airily, nodding.
âOkay, babygirl,â She replies, keeping the younger girlsâ fingers intertwined with her own as she rests her hand on her waist.
âYou good if I pull out?â She asks, and Azzi nods slowly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. âBut⊠slow, okay?â She asks, voice small, and Paige swears she almost melts at the expression on her face.
ââCourse, baby. Iâll be gentle, I promise,â She assures, pressing a kiss to the shorter girlsâ forehead before starting to ease the toy out.
âYou okay?â She asks, giving the other girl a distraction as she works herself out from inside of her. Azzi nods, her fingers fidgeting lightly with Paigeâs where their hands were intertwined.
âYeah, Iâm good,â She nods, her chest still heaving big breaths. She winces when Paige eases the toy the rest of the way out, but Paige is quick to soothe, pressing kisses to her shoulders as she leans further down.
"Good job, baby. Did so good f'me," She praises, and Azzi soaks it in. Paige sits up again, pulling at the buckles of the strap to try and get it to loosen enough to slide out of, and Azzi canât help but giggle.
âCome here, dummy,â She teases, leaning forward to reach her. Paige obliges her request, picking up her hands so she has space to work, watching as she manages to release all the cinched down straps in the amount of time it had taken her to figure out which direction was tightening or loosening the device.
âI dunno how you do that, but you amaze me, fâreal,â Paige mutters, a dopey grin on her face as she looks at the other girl, and Azzi rolls her eyes, a grin creeping across her face.
âYouâre so dumb,â She dismisses, lovesick expression on her face despite her words as she pulled the excess of the straps taut, making it easier for Paige to slip out of them. She does, and once she pulls it off, she immediately discards the contraption onto the floor to deal with later.
Azzi chuckles at the thud it made against the ground, pulling Paige close, reveling in the feeling of the warmth of her skin against her own. She let her hands start to roam, fingers exploring expanses of soft skin that only she got to touch like this.
âYouâre so perfect,â She whispers to the blonde, and Paige chuckles, a light flush spreading across her chest. Her hand settles on her waist, holding her close, while she lays on her back, one hand slung behind her head.
âYou think so?â She asks, and Azzi nods, bringing her lips to drop kisses along her shoulders.
âDefinitely,â She confirms, lips brushing against her collarbones. âGood strap game, too. I donât think you have anything to worry about, after all,â She says, and Paige canât help but laugh.
âThank you, baby. Iâm glad you enjoyed yourself.â The blonde replies, running her hand up Azziâs bare waist affectionately.
âMmm, I definitely did,â The younger girl whispers, her lips trailing up her neck, teasing a path to that one spot behind her ear that always seemed to drive her crazy.
âNow I think itâs my turn to make sure you enjoy yourself, hm?â
For once, Paige has no argument.
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CHAPTER FIVE: TELL HER

heart to heart series | vi x fem!reader
synopsis: vi doesnât take your response well, falling back into the one thing that always drags her down even furtherâalcohol. meanwhile, youâre left to reflect on your own reaction, struggling to figure out what it is you truly want. when jayce decides to give vi a reality check, she decides to pull herself together and sets her mind on planning something special.
content warnings: MDNI. slightly suggestive content, more angst, some fluff, hurt/comfort??, rockstar!vi, bookshop owner/writer!reader, exes to lovers, friends with benefits dynamic (kinda), so exes to fwb to lovers, alcohol/drinking, smoking, bestfriend!jayce, kissing, vi is sooooo in love ⊠if im missing anything else please lmk!
wc: 20,080 (slightly inaccurate since i made some edits)
notes: ok ok ok im so so so so sorry for the long wait when i kept saying that i was gonna upload this chapter soon. i have gotten so busy these past couple weeks with work plus taking care of my grandma, so iâve been struggling to write for a bit, but i finally got this chapter done! itâs also currently the longest chapter of the series, i hope i didnât stretch it out too long to the point it gets boring, but i hope you all enjoy it :) ty for ur patience! also lovely fanart by bunimint_ on IG !
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Her head fucking hurts. Sheâs lost count of how many drinks sheâs hadâwhiskey, mostly, the sharp burn of it sliding down her throat, but never really reaching that part of her that needs numbing the most. Besides that, the club is too loud. Music pounding through the speakers, some deep, bass heavy track that makes the floor vibrate beneath her boots. It was full of shouts, laughter, the clink of glassesâbut itâs all just noise.
Vi sits slouched in the corner of the bar, a cigarette tucked behind her ear, the smoke of someone elseâs drifting too close, burning her nose. The lights are dim, neon flickers bleeding red and blue across the bottles lined up behind the bar. She rubs at her temple, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the liquid swirling in her glass.
Itâs been weeks since she last saw you. Since she watched you pull away from her, watched you cry, watched you remind her of the rules she stupidly agreed to.
Your words ring inside her head.
Then, she takes another slow sip. It doesnât help.
Viâs phone buzzes against the surface of the bar, but she doesnât look at it right away. Itâs probably Ekko or Loris wondering where the hell she is, why sheâs ghosted them for the past few days. Or maybe itâs Steb sending her some dumb meme to make her laugh, like thatâs gonna fix the massive fucking hole in her chest.
It could even be her manager. Sheâs gotten too many calls from him this weekâall of them she ignored.
She swallows the thought down with the rest of her drink, signaling the bartender for another. She just sits there, drowning in the noise, wishing it was enough to make her forget you.
Her phone buzzes again. The screen lights up on the bar, her managerâs name glowing and flashing across the top of the screen. She watches it ring, until it goes silent.
Thatâs the fourth call tonight. The tenth this week. She doesnât bother listening to the voicemailsâshe already knows what he wants. She can already hear him over the phone, telling her that her timeâs up, and that itâs time to get back to work.
She used to jump into the thought of work.
But now, she doesnât even want to think about. All of it feels too big, too exhausting.
And, sheâd rather think about you.
And itâs fucked upâshe knows thatâbut youâre the only thing her mind keeps circling back to. She replays that night in her headâthe way you looked at her that night, standing there in your apartment, eyes glistening with tears, the way your voice cracked⊠the way you didnât say I love you back.
Vi knocks back the rest of her drink and taps the bar for another.
Sheâs drunk. She knows it. She drags a hand down her face, her and leans back forward against the counter.
Sheâs so fucking drunk, and still, the ache in her chest is sharper than ever.
âHoly shit⊠itâs Vi!â
Oh, for fucks sake.
âVi! From The Lanes!â
She doesnât look up. Doesnât move. Just grips the glass a little harder, teeth pressing into her bottom lip.
Of course. Of fucking course.
âGuys! Itâs Vi! Right over hereâcome look!â
A few heads turn. The manâsome guy she doesnât recognize, drunk off his assâwaves his arms like heâs discovered some kind of rare fucking animal.
âNo way.â
âVi? LikeâLike, Violet Lanes?â
âShit, get a pictureââ
Her head is pounding. The music is too loud, the lights too bright, and now there are people inching closer, whispering and grinning, phones already coming out.
She shoves her glass away from her, ice clinking too loud against the counter.
âNot tonight,â she mutters under her breath, voice rough, but the guy doesnât get the hint. Heâs still calling people over, still beaming like this is some fan meet-and-greet she didnât agree to.
âVi, manâyou gotta let me buy you a drink,â he says, his hand reaching out, like he might actually touch her shoulder.
Vi flinches back. âDonât.â
Her head is fucking killing her.
âFuck off,â she says, louder this time, not even bothering to look at them. âIâm not in the mood.â
The guy laughs, like sheâs kiddingâlike this is all part of the show.
But itâs not. Itâs really fucking not.
And he still doesnât take the hint. Heâs still grinning, still too close, and Vi can feel the heat creeping up her neck. Itâs the alcoholâmaking her blood too hot, her patience too thinâbut itâs also everything else.
âCome on, Vi,â he says. âJust one pictureââ
He touches her arm.
She shoves him back, not hard enough to send him flying, but hard enough to make a point.
âDonât fuckinâ touch me.â
The guy stumbles a little and his friends go quiet.
âVi, chillââ someone mutters.
She stands, the bar stool scraping back with an ugly screech. Her jaw locks, and sheâs already picturing how it would feel. Just one hit. Just to make him back off.
Her knuckles twitch.
But she doesnât.
She doesnâtâbecause she knows what happens if she does. Knows the headlines thatâll follow. Vi from The Lanes Punches Fan in Nightclub. Knows her manager will tear her apart the second she picks up her phone. Knows this asshole isnât worth the trouble.
âFuck,â Vi mutters.
She pushes past themâshoulders stiff, teeth grindingâignoring the half-hearted apologies, the drunken protests, the phones still aimed at her.
She doesnât stop until sheâs outside.
The air hits herâcold and wetâand Vi realizes it mustâve just rained. The pavement glistens under the glow of a flickering streetlamp, puddles pooling along the alleyway. The clubâs bass still thuds behind her, muffled now, but itâs better for her head.
Vi leans against the wall, bracing her palms against the rough brick, head hanging low.
And all she can think aboutâall she ever seems to think about these daysâis you.
Vi squats down, her back against the brick wall, the damp chill seeping through her jeans. She rakes a hand through her hair, then presses the heel of her palm against her temple. Her head tips back, hitting the wall with a soft and dull thud.
Sheâs not sure how long she stays like thatâseconds, minutesâbut then she hears the scuff of shoes against wet pavement, footsteps coming closer. She doesnât move, doesnât look up at first. Just stares at the ground, at the smear of neon reflected in a puddle a few inches from her boot.
Then the shoes stop.
Right next to her.
Dark brown leather, a little worn at the toes but still clean. Familiar.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
Vi knows that voice.
She lets out a long breath through her nose, her jaw clenching once before she finally looks up.
Jayce stands there, hands in the pockets of his coat, his brows drawn tight in that way they always do when heâs about to give her a lecture. His tieâs a little loose, like he came from some fancy dinner or meeting, but heâs still all crisp lines and polished shoes, the perfect picture of a man whoâs got his shit together.
It pisses Vi off more than it should.
âHow did you find me?â she mutters.
Jayce lets out a sigh. Itâs not the kind of sigh that means heâs annoyed, though.
âChecked Vanderâs first,â he starts. âBut you werenât there. Then checked a few of the nightclubs in town⊠thereâs not that many, soâŠâ
âJust leave me alone, Jayce,â she huffs.
âCanât. Come on, Iâll drive you home.â
Vi doesnât move at first. She can feel his eyes on her, like heâs waiting for her to push him away again. She lets out a frustrated breath and drops her head back against the wall again. The throbbing in her skull hasnât stopped and her fingers itch for a cigarette
âI donât want to go home yet.â
Jayce sighs and thinks for a moment, weighing the options in his head. When heâs done deciding, he moves to stand next to her, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his gaze lingering on the city lights in the distance, even though heâs not really looking at them.
Vi pulls out a cigarette, and lights it with her lighter, a cheap one, yellow and plastic, she bought at one when she stopped to get gas, the soft flare of the flame briefly illuminating her face before the smoke curls into the cool air.
Jayce doesnât say anything, just watches her. He knows sheâs not okay, knows that she hasnât been for a while now. But he doesnât push.
Vi exhales a long, slow breath of smoke, watching it twist and fade in the air. She wants to scream, wants to throw something, anything. Sheâs so damn tired of feeling like sheâs losing everything.
She glances over at Jayce from the corner of her eye. Thereâs concern in his gaze, but no judgment.
âI donât know what to do,â she whispers.
Sheâs not sure why she says it. Maybe itâs because sheâs drunk, maybe because Jayce is the only one who hasnât looked at her like sheâs already gone. Maybe because she needs to say it out loud for someone to hear.
Jayce doesnât respond right away. The alleyway smells like wet concrete and stale smoke, and Viâs head still pounds as she rolls the cig between her teeth, the taste of tobacco bitter on her tongue.
She hear Jayce shift beside her, leaning against the wall with a quiet sigh, âMel says that⊠____âs mad at you.â
Viâs lips curl into a smirk, slow and humorless. She lets out a sharp breath through her nose, shaking her head softly.
âUnderstatement of the century,â she says roughly.
She keeps her gaze fixed on the slick ground in front of her, a single puddle catching the glow of a distant streetlamp. Anything to keep from looking at Jayce. Anything to keep from seeing the pity thatâs probably written all over his face.
She can still hear youâyour voice, the way you said her name like it was a weapon.
I told you what this was, Violet.
She shakes her head at the thought of Jayce even being here. She doesnât need a lecture. She doesnât need a pep talk. She doesnât need someone else telling her how badly she fucked upâshe already knows.
âHave you talked to her at all?â
âJayce.â Vi furrows her brows, throwing her unfinished cig into the puddle she was staring at before standing and turning towards him, âWhat the fuck is this?â
Jayce doesnât flinch at her sharp tone, but he exhales through his nose and watches the cigarette fizzle out in the puddle, a tiny hiss of smoke rising and disappearing into air.
âIâm just asking,â he says softly.
Vi scrubs a hand over her face, her palm dragging down the length of her scarred cheek before she plants it firmly on her hip, the other hand raking through her already-messy hair.
âNo, what the fuck is this?â she repeats, louder this time. âDid Mel put you up to this? Did she tell you to come track me down and play therapist? Huh?â
Jayce tilts his head, his jaw flexing. âNo one put me up to anything, Vi.â
âBullshit.â
âItâs not.â His voice is firm when he speaks. âBelieve it or not, I care about you, Vi. I care about you and I care about ____. And, clearly, youâre spiraling.â
Vi lets out a bitter laugh, pacing two steps back and then forward again, like she canât stand still, like the walls of the alley are pressing in on her.
âYou donât know shit,â she snaps.
âDonât I?â Jayceâs voice hardens. âI know youâre drunk right now. I know that everyoneâs wondering where you are. I know that theyâre worried about you. Iâm worried about you. Just because you havenât been here for a while doesnât mean we donât care.â
Vi looks away.
âAnd everyone knows itâs because youâre still in love with her.â
âDonât,â she warns.
Jayce watches her carefully. âViâŠâ
She looks up at him then, eyes bloodshot and glassy, her throat bobbing as she swallows hard.
âJust leave it,â she mutters. âPlease.â
âTalk to her,â he says softly.
Vi lets out a bitter laugh, âShe wonât even fucking listen to me!â
Jayce clenches his jaw, but he doesnât move from where heâs leaning against the wall, watching Vi pace around right in front of himâsomething she recognizes her doing every time she was feeling hot headed.
âShe doesnât even love me anymore, so whatâs the fucking point?â Vi says again.
Jayce exhales through his nose, âYou donât know that.â
âTrust me, I do.â
Sheâs pacing again, boots scuffing against the wet pavement. Her hand twitches toward her pocketâprobably for another cigaretteâbut she stops herself.
âYou didnât see the way she looked at me,â Vi mutters, more to herself than to Jayce now. âLike I was a mistake. Like she regretted everââ
Her voice breaks off, and she presses the heel of her palm to her eye, like she can shove the tears back in before they even have the chance to fall.
Jayce watches her quietly for a moment, âViâŠâ
But Viâs already shaking her head, blinking hard.
âShe told meââ she pauses, swallowing hard. âShe told me she didnât want anything more with me.â
She lets out a shaky breath.
âAnd I said okay. I said fucking okay because I thought⊠I thought maybe if I just stuck around long enough, sheâd change her mind. That sheâd see that I stillââ
She cuts herself off again, biting down on the words before they can fully slip out. Her shoulders sag, head tipping back against the brick wall as she stares up.
âShe doesnât love me anymore,â Vi whispers, so quiet now that Jayce almost doesnât hear it.
He shakes his head, his brows pulling together. âYou really believe that?â
Viâs gaze moves awayâdown the alley, anywhere but him.
âVi,â Jayce says again, âIf she really didnât love you, you think any of this would hurt her so much?â
Her throat bobs. âShe doesnât even want to talk to me.â
âMaybe because itâs easier than admitting what she actually still feels for you.â
Vi lets out a shaky breath, running both hands through her hair now, tugging at the roots like it might pull the thoughts straight out of her head.
âLook⊠people donât get that angryâdonât get that hurtâunless they still care,â he says quietly.
Jayceâs voice softens as he steps closer.
âSheâs just scared, Vi.â
Vi opens her mouth to argue, to push back, but nothing comes out. She knows itâs true.
âSheâs not gonna let anything else happen unless she believes youâre really here to stay.â
Her heart beats heavy in her chest, and she feels Jayceâs words on her shoulders. And to be honest, sheâs scared, too. Scared to face everything sheâs fucked up. Scared of making another stupid mistake. Like asking for more with you, telling you she loves you, when you werenât even ready for it yet.
And maybe, just maybe, Jayce is right. Maybe she hasnât lost you completely. Maybe she still has a chance.
Vi leans her head back against the wall, her eyes closing for a moment as she lets out a long, shaky breath.
âJust get your shit together, Vi. You can talk to her whenever youâre ready,â Jayce says, kicking himself off of the wall, dusting his jacket off. âAnd be honest. If you just give her some time, sheâll think it through⊠And Iâm sure sheâll wanna talk to you about it⊠with whatever she decides.â
And for a moment, Vi looks at him, raising a curious eyebrow.
âYou got all this from Mel, didnât you?â
âFuck you.â
Vi smirk and shakes her head, turning away to think for a moment.
Minutes of silence pass between them and Jayce begins to think about what might be going on in that head of hers. Vi can be reckless sometimes, for sure, butâŠ
âI think⊠thereâs something I wanna do first.â

Lately, your phone has been more like dead weight in your pocket than anything else. It vibrates, it chimes but you donât check it. Not right away. Sometimes not at all. Itâs easier that way. You just canât. The screen lights up on the counter now, another message coming through, but you keep your eyes on the open book in front of you. You havenât turned a page in ten minutes. The words blur together, the sentences dissolving into meaningless shapes, but you keep staring anyway.
You already know whatâs waiting for you if you look.
Melâs worried messages. Your momâs reminders about dinner this weekend. And Viâyou donât even want to see her name glowing on the screen.
Now youâre staring right at it. And you donât even remember picking up your phone. But here you are.
The last message from her is still there: can we talk?
You never answered. Itâs been days. Probably weeks. Time feels weird latelyâslipping by too fast and too slow all at once. But that message lingers. Just like she always does. And fuck, you wish it didnât. You wish Vi didnât still take up so much space in your mind but she does.
And you know exactly why.
Because you still love her.
And thatâs what makes all of this so much worse.
But what would you even say? That it still hurts? That you still think about her? That no matter how much you try to push her away, sheâs still there in your mind, even when you told yourself time and time again that youâd forget about her.
Now, the days have started to blur together.
You wake up to the sound of your alarm, the same sound every morning but it still feels like a knife to your brain when your eyes flutter open. Just another day starting, just another reminder that you have to get up, have to keep moving. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, the sheets start to feel cold all over againâbecause thereâs never anyone there to warm the other side.
You donât think about it too much. Or at least, you tell yourself you donât.
Then itâs the bookshop.
The same key turning in the lock, the same creak of the door as it opens, the same scent of pages and worn leather covers. You used to love itâstill do, in a wayâbut the magic has dulled a little. Maybe itâs because youâre reminded of the way you started, when Vi was here to keep you company and help you out when the shop was just opening.
You water the plants by the front window, straighten the stacks of books people left behind in the wrong spots, flip the sign to Open. Some customers trickle inâa few regulars who smile politely, some who donât even make eye contactâand you help them find what they need, ring them up, thank them for coming.
And then itâs quiet again.
You check the time too often. Tell yourself not to, but you do. And itâs always slower than you expect.
By the time you flip the sign again and lock the door, the sky is a dark. Streetlights buzz faintly above you as you walk home every evening, your bag slung over your shoulder, your thoughts too loud.
And then itâs back to your apartment.
The place is too still when you walk in. You kick off your shoes, drop your bag by the door, and stand there for a second too long like youâre waiting for something. But nothing happens.
You shower. Eat somethingâusually whatever takes the least effort. And then you crawl into bed, the sheets still cold. Your phone sits on the nightstand. You donât look at it.
Then, you sleep.
And wake up.
And do it all over again.
And no matter how hard you try not to, you think about Vi.
It sneaks up on you, when the shop is quiet and the only sound is the soft flutter of a page turning, or when youâre lying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, the space next to you too empty.
What is she doing? The question echoes in your head more often than youâd like.
Maybe sheâs packing her things right now. Shoving worn tees and jeans into a duffel bag, zipping it up without a second glance, like itâs easy. Like itâs nothing. Maybe sheâs already leftâgot on a bus or a plane, disappearing to some other big, fancy city.
She could. Vi could leave.
Maybe this time, though, itâs not about chasing a dream or a career. And maybe sheâs finally too defeated to fight for you anymore. Maybe this was the moment she realized thereâs nothing left to fight for. That she lost. That youâre gone.
But you were just protecting yourself, right? Werenât you?
Sometimes, youâd think about asking Mel for some more advice.
You love her. You really do. Sheâs always been the voice of reason. But tonight, even though you know sheâd pick up on the first ring, you donât call her.
Because you already know what sheâd say.
Sheâd sigh, probably a little exasperated but mostly concerned, and sheâd tell you that you need to talk to Viâreally talk to herâbecause this silence, this distance, is only making it worse. Sheâd remind you that you still love Vi, that itâs obvious to everyone, that pushing her away hasnât stopped that hurt in your chest or the way your thoughts circle back to her every damn night. Sheâd tell you that Vi is a mess without you.
You saw, peeking at one of her messages, that Jayce found her flat out drunk outside of a club one night.
And most of all, sheâd tell you that youâre scared.
But, you know all of this already.
So you donât call Mel.
You can lie to yourself about a lot of things. You can tell yourself that this distance is what you wanted. That you were the one who pushed her away, the one who set the rules, the one who told her no commitmentâand that Vi was only ever following your lead.
But what you canât lie aboutânot to yourself, not to anyoneâis how much you miss her.
Itâs a hard thing to admit, even when thereâs no one around to hear it.
It means that no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise⊠you still love her.
The truth might be hardest part.
Because, deep down⊠all youâve ever wanted was for Vi to be with you. Not just in pieces, not just in passingâbut wholly, fully.
Maybe itâs time to be honest with yourself.
Youâve spent so long hiding behind the walls you built, pretending that the space between you and Vi was what you wanted. You told yourself it was for the best, that it was easier this wayâno complications, no expectations, no getting hurt again. But you know for a fact that itâs all been a lie.
Because every time you push it away, every time you convince yourself itâs better to stay away, it only gets harder to ignore what youâre really feeling.
So, maybe itâs time to stop running from it. Maybe itâs time to stop pretending that you can move on when all your heart wants is to turn back, to let her back in.
Maybe you should be honest with Vi.
You owe it to yourself. You owe it to her. No matter how much you try to tell yourself otherwise, you know you canât keep living like this⊠canât keep hiding behind you r feelings. Youâve already spent years hurting yourself trying to ignore it.
And it might be terrifying. But for the first time in a long while, you wonder if maybe thatâs the way forwardânot hiding, not pretending, but facing whatâs been there all along.
And maybe thatâs why youâre standing outside of this club in the middle of the night, the cool air biting at your skin.
You didnât even realize how you ended up here. It almost felt like an out-of-body experience. Your feet carried you here on their own. You didnât plan itâhell, you didnât even really want to come.
You called Jayce earlier, your voice shaky even though you tried to hide it. Just a simple question. Whereâs Vi?
His response was almost too quick. He didnât even seem surprised you were asking.
And now, here you are. Outside the club, standing out in the open, feeling like a fool.
What the hell are you doing here?
You donât know if itâs courage or madness that brought you to this here, but now that youâre here, you feel a little paralyzed. Thereâs a lump in your throat, your hands cold as you wrap them around your arms for warmth. Your thoughts are racing, but theyâre all tangled up. Should you go in? What if sheâs not here? What if she sees you and walks away?
You could turn around and go home. You could pretend none of this ever happened, that you never came searching for her.
But, before you could even take a step forward towards the door, Vi stumbles out.
You freeze in place, your breath catching in your throat as you watch her. A cigarette dangles loosely between her lips, the smoke trailing behind her as she stumbles just a little. Sheâs not looking where sheâs going, lost in whatever space sheâs in, completely unaware of you standing there.
For a second, it almost feels like you shouldnât be here. Like you shouldnât even be watching her like this, as if youâve caught some part of her that wasnât meant for you to see. She looks⊠tired. Defeated, almost. And youâre left standing there, staring at her, your heart pounding in your chest like itâs going to break through your ribs.
Vi stops a few feet away, her hand fumbling with the cigarette, eyes still unfocused as she exhales a cloud of smoke. Then, finally, she looks up, and when her eyes meet yours, itâs like everything comes crashing back.
Her face softens just slightly. She doesnât say anything right away, but the look in her eyes makes your heart race. She opens her mouth, as if to say something, but the words seem to die before they can leave her lips.
Vi takes a step toward you, then stops herself, like sheâs unsure if she should. Her eyes flicker between you and the ground, her fingers twitching at her side as if she wants to reach out but canât bring herself to. The cigarette is still hanging from her lips, now forgotten, burning down to nothing. She takes a long, slow drag from it and then finally tosses it to the ground, grinding it out beneath her boot with a soft sigh.
âWhy are you here?â
She didnât say it in a mean way⊠just⊠curious. And confused.
You look at her and answer honestly, quietly, âI donât know.â
âYou donât know?â she repeats.
You shake your head slowly, âI donât.â
Itâs true, though. You donât really know why youâre here. Maybe itâs because you missed her. Maybe itâs because you donât want to lose what little of her you still have left. Maybe itâs just the way your heart aches every time you think about her, every time you let yourself wonder if thereâs a chance to make things right again.
Vi stares at you for a moment, her eyes searching, like sheâs looking for something in your face that might give her an answer. And just when you think sheâs about to pull away, retreating back into the walls sheâs built around herself, she steps closer. Her hand rubs the back of her neck, that nervous habit of hers. She looks at you, then away, and you can tell sheâs trying to figure out whether this is real or just a dream in her mind, watching it like itâs in front of her.
âI⊠donât know what you want from me,â she says quietly.
You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. Instead, you study her face. Her eyes look tired, a steady frown on her lips as she looks at you, dazed.
âMaybe, we should talk about this laterâŠâ you murmur softly. âWhen youâre sober.â
âIâm not drunk,â she says too quickly.
She opens her mouth again, but her words falter, as if sheâs trying to convince herself more than you.
âIâm notââ she starts again, but her voice sounds quieter than before, and she trails off.
You sigh and take a step back, keeping the distance between you just enough to give her space, but not too far away to make her feel abandoned. For a brief moment, she looks like she wants to protest all over again, like she wants to tell you sheâs fine, that sheâs been through worse and this doesnât bother her.
But instead, her eyes soften, just slightly. Her lips tighten, and she simply nods, though itâs a reluctant one.
You take a late bus ride home with herâback to that old neighborhood you both used to live in.
The bus ride felt like it stretched on forever, the city lights flickering past the window in flashes of neon and fading streetlamps but none of it mattered.
Not when Vi couldnât take her eyes off of you.
She hadnât said anything in the last few minutes. She didnât know what to say. But her eyes were glued to you, tracing the soft curve of your profile as the light hit your face. She wanted to reach out, to touch youâher fingers aching for soft feel of your skin. She wanted to press her cheek against your shoulder, close her eyes, and breathe you in like she used to. The simple, familiar warmth of you against her. She wanted to hold your hand, to intertwine her fingers with yours, but the fear of rejection all over again kept her frozen in place.
So instead, she just stared.
Her eyes lingered on you, taking in every small detail, from the way your hair fell softly around your face to the way you absentmindedly tapped your fingers against your knee, to the way your lips press together tightly for a quick second whenever you were lost in thought. Everything about you felt so familiar, so desperately close, but so far out of reach.
When the bus finally pulled to a stop and you both got off, Vi still didnât say anything.
The neighborhood looked the same as it always had, the houses standing like quiet sentinels on either side of the street, the trees lining the road, long shadows just beneath them.
She walked beside you, close, her steps almost too quiet. She couldnât help herselfâher eyes kept darting to you, taking in the way you held yourself, the way your shoulders shifted ever so slightly when you took each step.
And when you reach Vanderâs house, Viâs childhood home standing just in front of your motherâs, Vi felt her heart race again. She wanted to ask if you were okay, wanted to say something, to close the gap between the two of you.
But then you stop walking, just as your reach the end of Viâs driveway, turning to look at her. Her eyes meet your immediately and you know for a fact that Vi didnât want you or her to go anywhere.
âYou should go,â you say politely, nodding your head towards the house behind her.
It wasnât meant to push her away, not exactly, but you both knew how fragile things were between you at the moment, and you werenât really sure what else to say. What else could you say?
But Vi didnât move, didnât take the step toward her front door like you had expected. She just stood there, staring at you, her face unreadable as she fidgeted with her hands, unsure of herself.
Finally, her voice cuts through, âDo you wanna come in?â
Viâs voice trembled, just a little, as if she wasnât sure whether she should have said it at all. Her eyes searched yours, looking for somethingâpermission, maybe reassurance. It was so different from the confident, stubborn woman youâd once known.
A hundred things flashed through your mind in an instant: the memories of Vi in this house, her old bedroomâlaughing, arguing, falling asleep on her couch, her bed with her arm around your shoulders, the sound of her voice soft in the dark.
But all those thoughts felt so far away now, like a dream you could barely reach.
âMaybe not tonight,â you whispered.
She nods.
Not tonight. Vi tries to study your face, like she wasnât sure what your words meant. But her gaze softened, and the slight tremble in her hand betrayed how much this moment mattered to her, how much she needed somethingâanythingâfrom you.
She take a breath before muttering, âI miss you.â
Those three words were almost enough to knock the breath out of you.
Vi waited, her eyes never leaving yours. She stood there offering something you still werenât sure you could takeâor something you werenât sure you should take.
You shook your head, the concern rising again, but your heart already knew the answer.
âYouâre drunk, Violet,â you whisper softly, not wanting to be harsh, butâ
âJust because Iâm drunk doesnât mean I donât miss you,â she said.
Your breath hitched in your throat, the distance between you closing with every word she spoke. Maybe it was the way she looked at you. Maybe it was the fact that you missed her too.
But still, you hesitated, unsure of what to say back.
âViâŠâ you started, but the words didnât come easily, and you could see the way she stiffened, like she was bracing for the rejection she expected.
Her eyes softened and she sighed, before taking a step back, giving you some space.
She nods again.
âWhen Iâm sober,â she says.
âYeahâŠâ you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
Viâs looking at you, waiting, her breath uneven, her hands twitching at her sides like she wants to grab you, pull you in, make you understand. But all you can do is swallow the lump in your throat and try to call yourself, even though your heart seems to be pounding so loudly in your chest.
You nod your head towards her house again. âYou should go inââ
âYou first.â
You sigh, already knowing Vi wonât budge. It was familiar.
Back in high school, after nights when sheâd take you out on a date, take you home after some school dance or game, whatever it was, she always made sure you got home safely, watching you outside of her own house as you stepped into yours. And itâs only when she sees the door shut after you when she finally turns on her heel and goes home.
âCan I call you?â she asks, just as you turn to walk away.
You stop. Your heart skips, and you let out a soft breath before turning halfway, catching the way sheâs already bracing herself for a no.
Buy you look back at her and smile softly, âWhen youâre sober?â
The corner of Viâs mouth twitches, but the smile never really makes it, âYeah.â
Your game lingers on her for a moment, watching as she stuffs her hands into the pocket a off her jacket.
âGoodnight, Violet.â
You donât look back this time. You just keep walking, the night quiet except for the soft scuff of your shoes against the pavement as you head towards the house a cross the street.
Vi stays frozen at the edge of her driveway, watching your silhouette disappear behind the front door of your old house.
Three days pass since you same her that night. Watching her stand there, half-dazed from the alcohol, eyes tracing, trying to memorize each and every detail of you.
You wondered if she remembered. Did she? Or did she wake up, head pounding, wondering how she even got home?
You try not to think about it, but you really canât help it. You canât stop the thoughts that slip into your mind. You wonder if sheâs forgotten about it. If sheâs forgotten about you.
But a big part of your heart doesnât let you believe that.
You know itâs a foolish thought, itâs hard not to think about. You wish sheâd call. Just to hear her voice, even if itâs only for a minute.
Then, she does.
Itâs late when your phone buzzes, and the sound startles you. Youâve been lying in bed for what feels like hours. Youâre not sure what you were expecting tonight, but it certainly wasnât this. Not at this hour.
When you glance at the screen, your heart skips a beat.
You stare at the name for a moment.
Itâs been three days. Three silent days. Your thumb hovers over the screen, uncertain, as if maybe itâs some mistake. Maybe itâs just some fluke, a wrong number or a dream.
But itâs her name.
Your thumb is already swiping across the screen, and before you know it, youâre answering, âHello?â
Itâs quiet for a moment on the other end, and you wonder if sheâs second-guessing this, if sheâs having the same hesitations you did before she called. You can almost hear her breathing, like sheâs trying to find the right thing to say.
âHey,â she says.
You sit up in bed, your eyes closing as you press the phone closer to your ear.
âSorry, I know itâs lateâŠâ
You swallow, your mouth dry. âItâs okay.â
âI⊠Iâm sober,â she lets out a shaky breath.
You canât help but smile softly. She remembered.
âThatâs good, Vi.â
She sighs on the other end.
âIâve been thinking about you a lot⊠butâŠâ She hesitates, âI⊠I want to talk about it in person.â
In person.
âWhen?â you say nervously.
âUh, can you come by Vanderâs tomorrow? After work? I-If youâre working, I mean. Or whichever day youâre free.â Her voice is soft, nervous, like sheâs afraid youâd say no.
You nod to yourself, though she canât see you. Your heart races as you say quietly, âIâll go after I close the shop.â
âYeah⊠okay.â
Thereâs another pause, and then Viâs voice comes through again, quieter than before.
âI miss you.â
You probably shouldnât say it, but you do anyway.
âMe too.â
On the other end of the line, Vi lies flat on her back in her childhood bedroom, the phone pressed tight against her ear, her free hand draped over her face as if that could somehow hide the flush creeping up her neck. Sheâs staring at the ceilingâat the faint cracks in the paint, the old band posters she put up when she was seventeen, the ones she never bothered to take down. It smells the same in here, but now with the faint scent of the cigarettes she now smokes outside but somehow still manages to drag in with her.
Her heart is racing and it almost feels stupid, how nervous she is, how her whole body feels like itâs buzzing, like sheâs back in high school, lying in this exact room, talking to you on the phone late into the night, whispering so Vander wouldnât hear that sheâs awake past midnight.
And Vi swears her heart stumbles in her chest when she hears your voice, her hand dragging down her face. Sheâs blushingâfull-on red as a damn tomatoâand itâs so ridiculous that she actually closes her eyes, biting back a smile, because itâs you. Itâs always been you.
Her voice is quieter now, rough but tender, the words slipping out before she can think too hard about them.
âReally?â She asks softly, the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Your cheeks instantly get hot and your clear your throat before quickly saying, âSee you tomorrow.â
The line goes dead before she can even get a word out.
And then, Vi smiles.
The soft beep of the call ending echoes through her room, and for a second, she just lies there, blinking at the ceiling, the phone still in her hand. Then, she drops the phone onto her chest. You blushed. She heard it in your voice, before you hung up so quick.
Sheâs nervous. And she can only hope everything she planned, goes well.

The sky is a deep orange when you close up shop and start your walk towards Vanderâs bar. The air is warm but it was cooling fast, a breeze slipping beneath your jacket and brushes against your bare legs.
You donât know how long youâve been standing here when you arrive, outside of The Last Drop, just staring at the worn sign hanging above the door, just like you did the time Vi asked you to come on Benzoâs birthday. The neon letters are bright against the brick wall, hanging just above the door.
You tug your jacket a little tighter around your shoulders, the simple dress beneath it fluttering lightly with the wind. Itâs nothing fancyâyou told yourself you didnât dress up for this. Didnât want to. That you wouldnât. But thereâs still a small part of you that combed through your closet this morning for something just nice, pretty enoughâsomething Vi might notice anyway.
The street is mostly empty, just a few people lingering further down, the occasional sound of a car passing by. The barâs windows glow dimly from the inside, soft lights spilling out onto the sidewalk, but itâs quietâjust a bit early for the late night crowd.
And from where youâre standing, you canât tell if Vi is even here.
You swallow, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, biting the inside of your cheek as your eyes stay fixed on the door. It would be so easy to turn around, walk back the way you came, head home to your apartment and pretend you never came here at all.
But your feet donât move. You promised yourself that youâd be brave. And honest.
So, you step in.
The door creaks softly as you push it open, and the scent of old wood and faint cigarette smoke wafts over you. The bar is quieter than you expectedâjust a few regulars hunched over their drinks, the clink of glasses and the low hum of some rock song playing through the crackling speakers filling the room.
Vanderâs behind the bar, wiping down a glass with a rag, his broad frame taking up space behind the counter just as you remember. His beardâs a little grayer now, but his eyes still looked the sameâthe kind that always made you feel welcome, even on the nights when you and Vi would stumble in after one of your countless fights after school, both of you pretending you hadnât just spent the walk here arguing, bantering, even though he knew that youâd make up an hour later.
The door swings shut behind you with a soft thud, and Vanderâs head lifts at the sound.
âHi, Vander,â you greet.
âWelcome back,â he says with a smile. âViâs out back. Had her help with some of the new supplies that came in today.â
You manage a small smile, tugging your jacket a little closer around yourself, unsure what to say. But you donât have to, because before you can even open your mouth, Vanderâs already turning, peeking his head into the small kitchen behind the bar.
âVi!â he calls out.
Your heart jumps.
A clatter sounds from the back; a faint curse, something heavy being set down and then thereâs the sound of footsteps, slow at first, then quicker, like she was rushing.
And all you can do is stand there, staring at the kitchen door, bracing yourself for the moment she walks through it.
The kitchen door swings open just enough for Vi to peek out, her shoulder braced against the frame, and the moment her gaze lands on you, standing there, soft and still and backlit by the dim glow of the bar lightsâher heart skips.
Her hair is a mess, unruly and half-falling out of the loose, low, short ponytail she mustâve tied back hours ago. Thereâs a smear of flour or maybe grease across her forearm, and her knuckles are dusted with something darkâsoot from the ancient stove, probablâand for a second, Viâs painfully aware of how she must look. Like she just climbed out of a fight with the kitchen itself.
And then thereâs you.
Viâs lips partânot because she knows what to say, but because she doesnât. She just stares for a beat too long, her chest rising and falling a little too fast, her fingers tightening around the edge of the doorframe.
âUhâŠâ She finally says, like it had to fight its way out of her throat.
Her brainâs moving too slowâstill caught somewhere between how pretty you look and how completely unprepared she suddenly feels.
You donât say anything yet. Just look at her with those wide, unreadable eyesâthe ones that always made her feel like you could see right through her. Vi swallows. Her free hand rakes through her hair, trying to smooth it down, but it only makes the strands stick up more, and she curses softly under her breath. You smile just a little and itâs enough to knock the air right out of her lungs.
Viâs voice cracks just a little when she stammers, âO-One sec. Let me get my things.â
Then, before you can respond, she disappears back into the kitchen like sheâs running from a fire.
You hear a clatter againâsomething metal hitting the floor. Thereâs a shuffle of movement, the sound of a zipper being yanked too hard, and then Viâs voice again, muffled: âShitâwhere the hellââ
You stand there, still, your fingers idly brushing the hem of your jacket as Vander watches from behind the bar with an amused smirk, wiping down another glass. The warm hum of the bar seems distantâthe soft chatter of conversations, the scrape of a chair against the floor but all you can really focus on is the faint noise of Vi scrambling around in the back.
Sheâs nervous. Youâve known her long enough to tell.
And you are too.
When Vi reappears, sheâs breathlessâhair still a little disheveled, but free from they messy, low pony she had on earlier, cheeks a little flushedâbut sheâs shed the dirty apron, now holding a leather jacket in one hand and shoving her phone into her back pocket with the other. Her boots scuff against the floor as she stops just short of you, swallowing hard.
âOkay,â she says, like sheâs still catching up to the moment. Then, with a quick glance down at herselfâlike sheâs realizing, too late, that she still smells faintly of smoke and whatever the hell she was cooking back thereâVi clears her throat. âUh⊠ready.â
You blink at her, tilting your head slightly. âAre we going somewhere?â
Viâs eyes widen and for a split second, she looks like a deer caught in headlights.
âOh, right! Y-Yeah,â she stutters, the words tripping over themselves. Her gaze darts to the window, like sheâs only just noticing how the sky outside has deepened from soft orange to dusky purple, the last light of the sun slipping away. âI⊠I wanted to show you something.â
She doesnât elaborate.
Your lips part slightly, a question at the tip of your tongueâbut you donât ask. Not yet.
Instead, you watch as Vi fiddles with the zipper of her leather jacket, her fingers twitchy and restless. She keeps stealing glances at you when she thinks youâre not looking and then drop to the way your dress falls around your legs, soft and simple, before she hastily looks away again like sheâs scolding herself.
Sheâs nervous. Itâs endearing.
You smile gently, adjusting your jacket over your shoulders, and let the silence stretch just a little longerâenough to make Viâs throat bob as she swallows hard.
âIs it far?â you ask softly, finally breaking the silence.
Viâs gaze snaps back to yours. âIts, uh, a bit of a drive⊠but not too far. Promise.â
You give her another small smile and nod. âOkay.â
Relief flashes across Viâs face so quickly you almost miss it. She steps back, motioning toward the door with a jerk of her chin.
âCome on,â she says. âItâs better if I just show you.â
Vi leads you through the back door of the bar, her hand hovering near the small of your back but never quite touching, like she wants to guide you but thinks better of it at the last second. Itâs a bit colder outside now, the heat slipping away into a soft breeze.
Her truck is parked there, a beat-up thing that looks like itâs seen better daysâfaded red paint, a dent in the front bumper, a sticker peeling off the back window. Just like you remember. And without a word, Vi steps ahead, pulling open the passenger side door for you. You climb in, the worn leather seat creaking softly under you, and Vi closes the door carefully, before roundjng the truck and jogging over to the driverâs side.
Thereâs a beat of silence got a momentâjust the two of you sitting there. Then Vi reaches forward, twisting the key in the ignition. The truck starts, and the radio clicks onâlow music filtering through her old speakers, some soft, indie song you donât recognize. And itâs quiet enough that you can still hear Viâs shaky breath as she shifts into gear and pulls out of the lot.
The drive is silent, for the most part.
You steal a glance at Vi, the way her fingers flex around the steering wheel, her thumb tapping against it. Her jaw is tight, her left knee bouncing ever so slightly.
Sheâs nervous. Extremely.
She hasnât looked at you once since you got in the truck. Not directly. But her knuckles are white where they grip the wheel, and you can tellâsheâs thinking about you.
âYou okay?â you ask softly, not because you donât know the answer, but because you want to hear her say something.
Viâs fingers tighten around the wheel.
âYeah,â she says too quickly. âYeah. Just⊠thinking.â
Thinking.
You donât ask about what.
Instead, you just turn your gaze back to the road ahead, watching as the lights of the town blur past. The road twists and turns as Vi drives, the town slowly fading behind, buildings growing fewer. The truck hums along, the music still playing softly through the speakers, though neither of you has said much since you left the bar.
You glance at Vi again, at the way her fingers grip the wheel, her jaw working like sheâs chewing on a thousand words but swallowing every last one. Sheâs tense, sure, but thereâs something kind of bright in her eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching like sheâs holding back a smile.
You begin to wonder nowâWhere are we going?
But then⊠you start to notice the way the road curves just so. The familiar slope of the hill you know all too well. The buildings growing further and further now in the rearview mirror, until thereâs nothing left but open sky and that long, winding road that stretches upward on the hill.
Thereâs no way, you think.
But⊠you can see it from here now.
That old drive-in movie theater at the top of the hill, long abandoned but still standing. The massive, weathered screen towers above the lot, cracked and peeling but somehow still proud. Rows of broken, overgrown parking spaces stretch out before it, grass pushing through the cracks in the ground.
Itâs exactly the same. Older. But the same.
And suddenly, you remember the nights spent here, years agoâsneaking in after hours when the place had already shut down, lying on the hood of Viâs old car, watching the stars instead of whatever movie was playing, because Vi could never really sit still long enough to actually watch anything⊠especially with you there next to her.
It was the first date she took you on, after years of growing up together, secretly crushing on each other, after finally confessing to you when sophomore year had barely started. She took you here, soon after Vander had gifted her the truck on her sixteenth birthday. She saved up for weeks, trying to make it all perfect, grabbing dinner at that pizza place you like, picking flowers in some random field after band practice and giving it to you when she finally mustered up the courage to ask you out. You remember the way sheâd steal glances at you instead of the screenâthe way her fingers would twitch like she wanted to touch you but didnât know if she should. The way sheâd finally work up the courage, lacing her pinky with yours, cheeks flushed even in the dark. You kissed her here for the first time, surprising her, and not only did Vi fall more in love with you, she fell in love with kissing you.
And nowâhere you are again.
Vi pulls the truck into the middle of the lot, the perfect spot for a good view of the screen, before cutting the engine.
Silence.
The sound of the radio dies, leaning only the distant chirp of crickets and the faint whisper of the wind through the grass.
Viâs fingers are still curled around the steering wheel, like sheâs gathering the courage to let go.
Finally, she clears her throat.
âI, uh⊠I thought we couldââ She stops, shakes her head, then tries again. âI just⊠I used to bring you here all the time, remember?â
Her voice is quiet. Tentative.
You swallow hard, your fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket.
âYeah,â you whisper. âI remember.â
Vi lets out a shaky breath, her thumb still tapping nervously against the steering wheel.
âI thought this place shut down a couple years ago,â you say, looking out the window.
In fact, you knew it did. You came here from time to time, while you and Vi were still datingâwhile you were here, and she was off far away chasing her dream. Youâd come here alone from time to time when you were missing her, maybe in between months to watch a movie to pretend she was with you. You liked doing that.
But, the people who ran this place decided to shut it down, you heard. Bad business. Less and a less people coming. Not enough money coming in to keep this place running.
Your heart broke with it.
âIt looks clean,â you say, eyes scanning what looked liked freshly cut grass and no sight of trash littered across the field.
Vi clears her throat before speaking again.
âI⊠I actually spent a few weeks getting this place fixed up,â she says quietly, glancing at you nervously.
Your heart skip another beat.
âYou⊠What?â you ask, barely above a whisper.
She shifts in her seat, her thumb still twitching against the wheel, a nervous habit you recognize all too well. Her other hand scrubs at the back of her neck, and you catch the faintest hint of red creeping up from her collar, disappearing beneath the jacket sheâs wearing.
âI, uh⊠yeah,â she mumbles, eyes darting to the dark screen towering above you both, the massive structure still cracked and weathered but now oddly⊠clean. Cleared of the overgrown vines and layers of grime that once clung to it like a second skin.
Vi lifts her gaze back to you, âI figured I could fix it up.â
You blink at her.
And she clears her throat again.
âEkko, Steb, Loris⊠even Jayce. They all helped. Took a couple weeks to clean the place up. Three days just this week to make sure everything was workingââ She stops herself, clears her throat. âThe projector, I mean. Itâs old, but⊠we got it running again.â
Your mouth opensâthen closes.
Because suddenly, itâs so clear.
The smudges of grease on Viâs fingers when she rushed out of the kitchen earlier tonight. The faint streak of dirt on her shirt. The way she kept checking the sky, the timeâso desperate to get you here after the sun completely set.
Sheâd been working on this for you.
Your throat feels tight.
âYou did all of this?â you whisper.
âYeah,â she breathes, nodding nervously. âI just⊠I wanted to bring you back here. I thought maybe⊠we could talk here. And itâs quiet, so...â
She laughs softlyâbitterly, almost.
âOr, yâknow⊠we donât have to talk, if you want. We could just sit here. Stare at the screen. Like we used to.â
Your chest aches.
Because Vi isnât just showing you this placeâthis isnât just about an old drive-in movie theater. Itâs about all the time she lost, all the ways sheâs trying to piece something back together. Sheâs standing in the ruins of what you once had, and instead of walking away⊠sheâs trying to build something new.
For you.
You swallow hard, fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket as you glance back at the screen, the rows of parking spots, the cleared out grassâeverything Vi touched, cleaned, and fixed looking back at her.
âViâŠâ you whisper, but you donât know what to say.
The smile tugs at your lips before you can stop it.
You donât realize how long youâve been staring at each other until you quietly say, âCan you put a movie on?â
It takes Vi a second to noticeâlike she wasnât expecting itâbut when she finally turns her head and really looks at you, her own smile creeps up slow. Itâs tentative at first, like sheâs afraid to let herself feel too much, but then it grows brighter and wider, spreading across her face until her dimples flash like sheâs suddenly seventeen again, sitting in front of you with a heart too full to control.
âY-Yeah,â she stammers, the excitement in her voice is clearâimpossible to hide. âYeahâuh, just gimme a sec.â
And then sheâs movingâquickly, almost tripping over her own feet in her rush to get out of the truck. She doesnât even bother closing the door properly, leaving it cracked open as she jogs across the lot, her jacket nearly slipping off one shoulder as she reaches the small booth tucked at the back of the theaterâthe projector room.
You watch her climb up the short set of metal stairsâtwo at a timeâbefore fumbling with the old lock on the door, muttering something to herself when it sticks for a moment. She manages to shove it open with a rough push of her shoulder, disappearing inside.
For a moment, itâs quiet.
Then, after a few seconds, a faint flicker of light appears on the blank screen in front of you.
You lean back in the seat, your heart still beating a little too fast, watching as the screen brightens as the picture starts to settle. A movie startsâand you smile, shaking your head as the music fills your ears before anything else. Star Wars: A New Hope.
And a few seconds later, Vi comes sprinting backâslightly breathless, a wide grin plastered across her face as she throws herself back into the driverâs seat.
The iconic opening is already rolling, those bold yellow letters floating through the starry sky, the score blasting through the old speakers Vi mustâve rigged back to life.
You remember the way she used to kiss you during the this movie. How sheâd slip her hand into yours when Leia appeared, saying something cheesy like, âYouâre prettier than her,â and youâd roll your eyes, laughingâbut your heart would race, and youâd kiss her in the cheek anyway.
You smile again.
And Vi notices.
âWhat?â she asks, a little shy, like sheâs bracing herself for you to tease her.
You shake your head, still smiling, eyes glued to the screen. âNothing.â
But Vi doesnât look awayânot right away.
She keeps watching you, like youâre the only thing worth watching tonight.
The movie plays on, echoing softly through the speakers Vi mustâve dragged out here, though the soundâs a little scratchy, like itâs crackling at the edges. But it doesnât really matter. Neither of you are really watching it anyway.
You can feel Viâs gaze drift toward you every few minutesâlike sheâs checking, like sheâs still waiting, like sheâs terrified this might all be too much, too soon. But she doesnât say anything.
It really is quiet up here, like she saidâno passing cars, no city noiseâjust the wind brushing through the grass and the soft hum of the projector behind you.
You pull your jacket a little tighter around yourself.
And then you glance at Vi.
Sheâs watching the screenâor at least pretending toâbut her jaw is tight, her lips pressed together, like sheâs biting back words. You can tell she wants to say something, the way her knee wonât stop bouncing, the way her hand keeps flexing against her thigh, like sheâs thinking about reaching for yours but doesnât dare.
So you speak first.
âWhyâd you fix this place up?â you ask softly.
Vi blinks. She looks at you for a long moment, mouth partingâbut nothing comes out at first.
âI⊠I donât know,â she admits, running a hand through her hairâmessing it up even more, if thatâs possible. âI just⊠I remembered you saying you used to come here.â
She glances away for a moment.
âI know I wasnât always⊠there. Back then.â Her jaw clenches, struggling to find the right words. âBut I remembered you telling me how youâd come here sometimesâwhen I was on the road. After we broke up, I was on a call with dad and heard that it got shut down.â
You swallow, hard.
âI guess⊠I just wanted to fix it. Make it⊠I donât know. Make it something good again. For you.â
You remember those nights. The ones where Vi wouldnât call, or would miss your textsâtoo busy chasing the dream you told her you were proud of, even if it meant you were left behind.
You clear your throat, blinking back the sting in your eyes. âViâŠâ
She shakes her head quickly, like she doesnât want you to say anything.
âI know it doesnât fix anything,â she mumbles.
Her gaze drops to her lap.
Silence again.
But before you can stop yourself, your hand moves until your fingers brush against Viâs on the seat between you. Just a light touch. Just enough to let her know you heard her.
Viâs breath hitches in her throat. She doesnât look at youâbut she doesnât move her hand away either.
The movie rolls on, the light flickering on the screen softly, and uneven shadows dance across Viâs face. Your fingers are still there, resting lightly against hersânot quite holding her hand, but not pulling away either.
Vi hasnât moved. Hasnât even dared to breathe too loud.
Sheâs still nervous. You can feel it in the way her knee keeps bouncing, in the way her thumb twitches, like she wants so badly to close the distance and link her fingers with yours.
But she doesnât. She stays there, still as a statue, letting you set the pace.
You glance at her out of the corner of your eye.
Sheâs not watching the movie anymoreâhasnât been for a while. Her gaze is fixed on the screen, sure, but you can tell by the way her eyebrows twitch slightly, by the way her lips press into a thin line, that her head is somewhere else entirely.
Sheâs thinking about you. You know her too well. Sheâs overthinking, pulling herself apart, wondering if all of this was too much.
She thinks you might pull away any second now.
So you donât.
You shift slightly in your seat, letting your pinky finger loop gently around hers. Itâs barely anything but Vi notices immediately. Her body goes stiff for a second. Then, slowly, she moves her handâjust enough to let her pinky hook back around yours.
Itâs almost nothing.
But to Vi, itâs everything.
She lets out a shaky breath, like sheâs been holding it in for too long, and finally dares to look at you.
âI wasnât sure if you were gonna show up today,â she admits, âAfter⊠the other night.â
You hear the words inside of your head again. I love you.
You swallow the lump in your throat and speak softly, your finger still hooked with hers.
âI told you Iâd see you tomorrow,â you say.
Viâs lips twitch once more, but thereâs still a question in her eyes, like sheâs waiting for you to reject her all over again.
Like sheâs still afraid youâre going to run.
And maybe a part of you is still afraid too.
The movie continued to fade into the background. You shift a little, the leather seat creaking softly as you move. Your pinky was still hooked around hers, but the rest of your hand stayed still. Waiting for something from her.
It was too quiet now. Neither of you looked at each other. Viïżœïżœs chest tightened with the silence. Her fingers fidgeted where they rested against the seat as she thought about how much she wanted to say but didnât know how. She wasnât sure if it was too late, or if youâd even believe her if she told you how much she still loved you, how much she regretted everything that had happened between you both.
Then, the words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them. Viâs heart skipped a beat as soon as she said it, and she immediately regretted the rush.
âIâm leaving the record label,â she blurted out.
You stopped and turned your head to look at her.
âWhat?â
She couldnât bring herself to look at you, her eyes glued to the screen ahead, even though she was barely watching. Her other hand curled into a fist over her lap. She hadnât planned on telling you this way. She wanted to ease into it more. And she wasnât ready for this conversationâhell, she wasnât sure if sheâd ever be readyâbut now that it was out, it was impossible to ignore.
Vi sighs, her mind racing. It had been a decision sheâd been turning over for the past year, before coming back here, before seeing you again, something sheâd thought about while staring at the ceiling of her hotel room, when the loneliness finally sank in. She was done with it. The constant demands, the fake smiles, the busy schedules. She was done pretending. Done with the things that had pulled her away from everything that had once mattered.
And that included you.
âItâs just⊠itâs not what I thought it was.â She says, voice shaking as she spoke.
Vi finally turns her head, just enough to catch a glimpse of you, though she wasnât sure if she could hold your gaze yet.
âIâm tired of it,â she breathes.
She was tired of being someone she wasnât sure she recognized anymore. The pressure. The distance. The mistakes. The demands. Constantly touring. Strict deadlines for recording and making music. Promotions. Events. She was tired of pretending she was fine with drowning in the endless work, tired of feeling like she was losing herself more every day, when all she ever wanted was to make music and play it with her best friends.
Her knuckles whitened, clenching her fist hard.
âI didnât realize how much I was⊠letting go of until it was too late,â Vi continued, her voice dropping, vulnerable in a way she wasnât used to. âI let everything else slip through my fingers. And youââ
Her throat tightened, and she cut herself off, shaking her head, her breath catching in the back of her throat.
âI was so focused on everything else, I didnât even notice⊠I didnât even notice how far I was from you.â
She wasnât sure what she expected, if anything. Maybe she was just hoping to get it out, to let you know she wasnât the same person anymore, that she was ready to change. Ready to fight for what really mattered. For you.
âViolet,â you say softly. âYou love the bandâŠâ
Viâs smile was soft as she looked over at you. She let out a breath, shaking her head.
âI do, yeah⊠butâŠâ She trailed off, her eyes flitting to the dashboard as if the answers were hiding somewhere in the worn leather seats.
âIâm not quitting the band⊠I donât want to do that any time soon and I didnât think youâd want me to do that either,â she added, running a hand through her hair. âBut Iâm tired of the way things are going. The stuff we have to do⊠Itâs not fun anymore.â
She let out another deep breath, her eyes briefly meeting yours again.
âI want a place where weâre not being told what to do, where we can just⊠make music and play what we want,â Vi smiled a little again, more to herself than to you, as if she was starting to believe it herself. âI guess⊠I just need to find a label thatâs willing to let us have more freedom, you know?â
âWhat does the band think?â you ask her. After all, they did sign to a major labelâyou know it wonât be smooth sailing if they quit. But a part of you also knows how popular the band is, how big theyâve gotten, how successful they are, and that if this happens, people are still going to want to listen to them anyway.
âYeah, theyâre on board,â Vi smiles.
She was scared, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Her eyes found their way back to the screen, the flashing lights of the movie scenes dancing across her face, but⊠she couldnt think about anything else.
âAnd I also⊠I wanna be closer to you,â Vi whispered, almost as if she wasnât sure she even had the right to say it.
Her lips pressed together. She was nervous again.
The truth was, she didnât know how to make you believe her. How to make you see that she wasnât the same person who had let you go before.
That this time, she wanted you. All of you.
She cleared her throat awkwardly, âI-I mean⊠T-Thereâs a record label Iâve been looking at. I-Itâs independent, and itâs just several hours away, but itâs closer than New York and Ekko and I were already thinking about setting up a studio here at home soâI-If it works out, weâll just finish our contract and move right after⊠Besidesââ
Sheâs rambling.
After a minute of talking out of her nerves, her gaze flickered toward you again, against her better judgment, and for a split second, her heart stuttered in her chest.
You looked⊠perfect. Beautiful. So much more than she remembered, and yet so familiar, like she was coming home.
Fuck, she thought. You look so pretty.
Vi immediately turned her head back to the screen, suddenly feeling the heat spreading across her cheeks. She wanted to look at you again, to let herself drink you in, but she was scared. It was easier to look away, to focus on the movie in front of her. But she couldnât stop thinking about you. Every little thing about youâyour laugh, you smile, the feeling of your hand against hersâwas driving her crazy.
She sneaked another glance anyway, this time a little longer, though she quickly darted her eyes away again when she realized how easily her breath hitched. You werenât even doing anything, just sitting there, your gaze soft on the screen, yet everything about you felt so magnetic to her. It was hard to ignore, harder still to pretend that she wasnât still in love with you.
âI spent a lot of time trying to forget about you, you know.â
For a second, Vi wasnât sure if she had heard you correctly.
But she could hear the honesty in your voice. And suddenly, she wished more than anything that she could take all of that pain away. That she could erase the hurt she had caused, make it right. She wanted to apologize, wanted to explain everything she had never said, but the words felt stuck in her throat.
You turned your head slowly, and though she couldnât see your face clearly, she knows that tears were threatening to spill.
âI spent so long convincing myself I was okay without you,â you continued. âI told myself I was fine⊠and for a while, I believed it. I really did.â
Viâs heart twisted painfully as you spoke. It was hard to hear, but at the same time, she couldnât tear her eyes away.
âBut no matter how much I tried to push it all down, I couldnât stop thinking about you. Sometimes, I wondered if we could ever go back to the way we were.â
You turned your head away, trying to hide the tears that found their way down your cheeks.
âI figured youâd forget about me too⊠that you were out there living your dream already⊠and that you didnt need me anymore.â
âYouâre wrong.â
Viâs heart raced as she quickly scooted closer to you, the long seat in her truck creaking slightly, like she couldnât wait another second to close the distance between you.
Her hand hovered over yours for a split second, then laced her fingers with yours. She pulled your hand into her lap, her hands big, warm and roughâthe same way theyâve always felt before. Vi stared down at your intertwined hands, her thumb tracing the soft curve of your knuckles, over and over again, as though she was trying to memorize the feeling of your skin. She couldnât look at you just yet; her gaze was fixed on your joined hands, touching you, holding you.
âYouâre wrong,â she repeated, her words spilling out, desperate for you to hear her, to believe her. âI never stopped needing you. Never stopped wanting you.â
She swallowed hard, shaking her head.
âI thought about you every day,â she whispered.
Vi didnât look at you as she spokeâher eyes still fixed on your hands, her thumb continuing to trace small circles over your skin.
âI thought about all the things Iâd do right the next time⊠if I got the chance. All the ways Iâd be better for you.â
Her fingers tightened just slightly around yours, pulling you a little closer. Her side was pressed against yours, but even then, she wanted to be closer.
âI also wondered if you found someone else. Someone whoâd be there for you the way I wasnât,â she said, smiling sadly at the thought. âItâs been three years since I saw you so⊠I donât know. Thatâs a long time and IâŠâ
Always thought it was too late.
Her head dropped, chin tilting slightly downward, as she let out a shaky breath, trying to keep herself from falling apart. There was so much regret, so much pain for the time she had wasted, for the distance that had grown between the two of you.
âWhen I saw you at the wedding⊠All the bullshit Iâve been running through my head, all the walls Iâve put up⊠they just⊠disappeared,â she said, eyes shifting to meet yours for just a moment. âAnd all I could think was, âIâve wasted so much time. Iâve been so stupid.ââ
Her breath was shallow, unsteady, as she ran her thumb back and forth over your skin. She wanted to make you feel safe, wanted you to feel the sincerity in her touch, the way she wanted to be close to you.
âYou deserve more than⊠than everything I gave you,â Vi sniffles quietly. âI wasnât ready then, but Iâm ready now.â
She squeezed your hand slightly, to reassure herself that you were here, that you hadnât let go, that you were still holding onto her.
Her thumb continued its slow path over your knuckles.
âYouâre my dream, too.â
Her chest feels tight as she says it.
âAnd if you donât want this with me⊠thatâs okay,â Vi says softly, though her voice cracks at the end.
She stares straight ahead, at the flickering lights of the drive-in screen now, though sheâs still not really watching the movie.
âI just⊠I want you to know itâs not about what I want. Itâs about what you want. If being close to me againâif it hurts too much⊠then I get it. I swear, I do.â
Viâs grip on your hand loosens, hesitant, like sheâs preparing herself to let go. Her heart is racing, her stomach twisting. Sheâs trying to be strong, to give you space, but the truth is, the thought of losing you againâthis time for goodâis tearing her apart piece by piece.
âI want to be happy⊠and if you think you canât be that with me, Iâll understand.â
And finally, Vi turns her head just enough to look at you, her eyes glassy. But she doesnât push. She doesnât beg.
She waits.
Tears slip down your cheeks before you can stop them.
It hurts. God, it hurts.
Without thinking, you move closer and lean your head against Viâs shoulder, tucking your face near the curve of her neck. You feel her go still beneath you, afraid to move, afraid to even breathe, as if one wrong move might br the reason you pull away from her again.
âYouâre an idiot,â you mumble against her neck, your voice breaking somewhere in the middle.
And then the tears come harder. Your shoulders tremble, and you try to keep it together, but itâs useless.
Viâs heart is poundingâyou can feel it beneath the fabric of her t-shirt. She doesnât pull away. Doesnât shift or fidget. She doesnât want to. She just stays frozen, her fingers still loosely laced with yours in her lap, her thumb still now, resting against your knuckles like sheâs forgotten how to do anything but sit there and let herself feel you this close.
She stares straight ahead at the drive-in screen, but it only blurred in her vision. All she can think about is you. Your head against her shoulder. The brush of your hair against her neck. The way your arm grazes hers, how your hand is still in hers, even as your shoulders tremble with silent tears.
Vi closes her hand a little more firmly around yours. Your soft, broken sobs are barely more than a whisper against her shoulder, but to her, theyâre louder than the movie, louder than her own heart pounding in her chest.
Slowly, her gaze drifts down to your tangled hand resting in her lap, to the way your knuckles look small in her rough, calloused palm.
She remembers how many times sheâs held your hand like this beforeâwhen you were both younger, when things were simpler. She remembers pulling you through the halls in school, in her house, on dates, lacing your fingers together on long drives with the windows down, slipping her hand into yours just because she couldâbecause back then, she didnât have to wonder if youâd let her.
Her thumb brushes over your knuckles again before she squeezes your hand softly. And then, hesitantly, Vi lifts your hand from her lap, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she brings it closer. Her lips graze the back of your hand as she kisses you there, just barely. Her mouth stays for a moment longer than it should, her breath warm against your skin, and when she finally pulls away, her hand still holds yours, cradling it carefully like its something sheâs scared of breaking.
âViolet,â you whisper again.
Viâs head snaps up instantly in a panic, worried youâll pull away from her soon.
But you donât.
Youâre still there, still leaning into her, your face close enough that she can see the faint trail of tears drying on your cheeks, the way your lips tremble, the way your eyes are focused on her, and only her.
âYeah?â She breathes.
You donât say anything right away.
But carefully, you let your other hand move upwards, your fingertips brush along her jaw, so softly, and Vi swears she forgets how to breathe. Her skin is warm beneath your hand as your thumb gently ghosts over the scar that cuts through her the tattoo on her cheekâthe one that spells out her name. She leans into it instinctively, like sheâs starved for the feeling of you, like sheâs afraid this might be the last time youâll ever touch her like this.
Her eyes flutter shut for just a second before they open again, and now sheâs not staring at the screen or at your hands.
Sheâs staring at you.
Viâs breath hitches. Her eyes fall shut for a moment, the feeling of your soft skin against hers comforting her in a way she hasnât felt in years.
âI think Iâve forgiven you a long time ago,â you say.
Vi feels the walls sheâs been building around herself start to crack, just a little. Sheâs so close to breaking, but sheâs scared. Scared of what this means, scared of how much she still needs you, how much sheâs missed you.
You continue, quietly. Nervously. âI panicked because I⊠I was scared of repeating the same things that happened in the past⊠I was scared of wanting more with you⊠not knowing if anything would actually change.â
She opens her eyes, her gaze darting over to yours immediately. And she could lose you again, she knows that. But what scares her most is that sheâs not sure sheâs strong enough to let you go, even if she wanted to.
âI donât want you to be scared,â she whispers, almost desperately. âI donât want to be the reason youâre scared anymore. I justâŠâ
Her voice cracks as she continues.
âThis⊠This is the one thing I wanna get right.â
Vi can see the shimmer of your tears in the faint glow from the screen, and it makes chest ache.
âI will get it right,â she promises.
Her eyes search yours, trying desperately to figure out what youâre thinking.
But soon, youâre crying again.
Vi watches helplessly as tears begin to fall again. The sight makes her feel like sheâs breaking all over again. She feels her own eyes welling up, but she blinks back the tears, trying to hold it together, trying to be strong for you. Her eyes trace your face, and her hand still tangled with yours, thumb brushing gentle circles against your skin. Her heart is pounding so loudly sheâs sure you can hear it, but she doesnât say a word. Sheâs too scared. Scared that this might be the moment you pull away from her all over againâthat despite everything sheâs said, youâll decide itâs too late, that sheâs too late.
But then, in a voice so soft that Vi barely hears, you mutter quietly.
âOkay.â
Vi freezes. Her mind stumbles over the word, running it back over and over again like she misheard it, like it couldnât possibly mean what she thinks it does. Did you mean it? Did you really mean it?
She blinks down at you, your tear-streaked face still pressed to her shoulder, and she feels like her heart just forgot how to beat.
And then, like the airâs been knocked out of her, she sighs. She couldnât believe it.
âOkay?â she echoes softly.
âOkay,â you nod against her, sniffling softly. âI think⊠we should take it slow, at leastââ
It feels like the air has been knocked out of Viâs lungs. Sheâs still staring at you, eyes wide, like she canât fully process what you just said.
âWait, waitââ She swallows hard. âYou⊠you mean it?â
You lift your head just enough to look at her, and the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes almost undoes her entirely.
âYeah,â you whisper, nodding your head.
Holy shit. Vi stares at you. It doesnât feel real.
The word echoes in her head, over and over, her brain still trying to convince itself that you really said it. That you really meant it. Her chest feels tight, and for a second, she wonders if sheâs forgotten how to breathe.
And yet, Vi doesnât move. She doesnât blink. She doesnât speak.
Honestly, a part of her is still bracing for you to take it back like this is just a dream sheâs about to wake up from, or a cruel joke the universe decided to play on herâthat any second now, youâll realize you made a mistake, pull your hand away, and tell her you canât do this.
But you donât.
You sniffle instead, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand before tilting your head slightly to look at her. Vi is still frozen, staring at you like you just spoke in another language.
A slow, bittersweet smile tugs at the corner of your lips.
âViâŠ?â
Vi blinks rapidly, mouth opening slightly, but no words come out andâshit.
You tilt your head slightly, eyes still glossy, still searching her face, and Vi swears sheâs about to pass out because fuck, youâre beautiful. Even after all that crying, the way youâre looking at her, like youâre really seeing her for the first time in years, like sheâs something worth looking atâ
Vi feels her entire body go up in flames.
Sheâs red.
Like, really redâcheeks burning, ears practically glowing, and the moment your eyes meet, she panics. Her face heats up so fucking fast sheâs sure sheâs about to combust, the tips of her ears burning, and before she can stop herself, her forehead drops against your shoulder in pure mortification, and she groans.
âFuck,â she mutters, muffled against your jacket. âIâjustâgimme a second.â
She can feel you shaking slightly, and for a second, she thinks youâre crying again, butâitâs the quietest little laugh that falls past your lips and into her ears.
And despite the fact that sheâd do anything and more to make you laugh forever, out of pure embarrassment, she groans quietly, âDonât laugh at me.â
You sniff again. âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
And you donât say anything else after that. Neither does Vi.
She just stays there, forehead resting against your shoulder, breathing slow. Her fingers are still tangled with yours, her thumb absently running along your knuckles like she needs the reassurance that youâre still here with her. Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, she moves her face closerânuzzling in closer, her nose brushing the curve of your neck. You feel her breathe you in, sighing softly against your skin.
She smells like cigarettes and the faded remnants of whatever cologne sheâs been using since sheâs got back home, but underneath all of that⊠she smells they same as she did before. She smelled like thr girl who used to hold your hand and kiss you under the bleachers after school, who used to sneak through your bedroom window at midnight just to fall asleep beside you. The girl who kissed you like she meant it every single day. The girl you thought you lost.
You swallow the lump in your throat, blinking against the sting behind your eyes, and Vi mustâve noticedâmustâve felt the way your breath hitches because her grip on your hand tightens just slightly.
She lifts her head carefully a moment later, afraid to pull away and when she finally does, her face is close. And maybe itâs because she had already scooted over on the bench seat earlier, maybe itâs because the space between you has been shrinking all night, but suddenly, sheâs no longer in front of the steering wheelâsheâs right there, so close that her jeans are brushing against your legs, so close that you can feel the warmth of her body against your side, boxing you in against the truck door.
You donât know if she planned it, if she even realized what she was doing, or if her body just naturally moved toward you the way it always used to. But sheâs so close now.
And sheâs looking right at you, like sheâs trying to memorize every inch of your faceâlike sheâs scared youâll slip through her fingers if she so much as blinks.
Her eyes drop to your lips, just for a second.
Then back up, meeting your gaze.
Vi searches your face, her thumb absently brushing over the back of your hand.
âAre you sure about this?â Her voice is barely above a whisper now. âBecause if youâre not, if you need time, IâIâll wait. I swear, Iâllââ
âVi.â
She shuts up instantly.
And then, she just looks at you. Youâre so fucking pretty, itâs practically driving her insane.
Her eyes keep dropping to your lips, no matter how hard she tries not to. Soft. She knows how they feel, knows the way they move against hers, the way they part just slightly when you sigh into a kiss. Sheâs addicted to it, the memory of it burned into her mind, something sheâs thought about every time sheâd think about you.
And now youâre here, looking at her like that, so close, your breath warm against her cheek, and Vi is losing her goddamn mind trying to hold herself back.
Her fingers twitch against yours, grip tightening for just a second before she forces herself to loosen it.
You exhale softly, and Vi feels it against her lips.
She doesnât even realize sheâs leaned in this close until she sees the way your lashes flutter, the way your breath hitches just slightly. Her grip on your hand tightens again.
Fuck⊠Should she ask? Is she allowed to ask? Well⊠Its too late now, becuase her mouth is moving even before she could even think.
âDoes⊠taking it slow⊠mean that I canât kiss you right now?â Vi asks quietly.
She watches you, searching, waiting for any sign of hesitation, of doubt on your face that might tell her to back off.
But you donât pull away.
You just look at her, eyes soft, lips parted, so heartbreakingly close that Vi swears she can feel your warmth pulling her in like a moth to a flame.
Sheâs drowning in it.
And she wants to kiss you so badly it hurts.
You donât say anything right away. She watches your eyes, how they linger on her mouth for a beat too long. It sends a shiver down her spine, a spark of hope that she tries to smother, but youâre already under her skin.
âIâŠâ you trail off.
Fuck. Maybe she shouldâve kept her mouth shut. Maybe this was too much. Maybe youâre not readyâmaybe sheâs already ruined this before it even started. Maybeâ
Your free hand moves. Just barely. Fingers brushing against her knee.
Itâs the lightest touch, but Vi feels it anyway. Youâre looking at her like youâre thinking, like youâre considering it. And sheâs desperate, holding her breath, waiting for anythingâany sign that itâs okay to close the distance between you, to let her feel those warm, delicious lips of yours against hers.
âI didnât say that,â you whisper, heat spreading across your cheeks.
But thatâs all it takes for Vi to lean in, forehead brushing against yours first, slowly, like sheâs giving you one last chance to pull away. You donât. You stay, your eyes half-lidded, waiting. She leans in slowly, so slowly itâs almost agonizing. Then, her nose nudges softly against yours, the faintest graze of skin on skin, and she shivers. She can feel the warmth of your breath, smell the faint trace of your perfume, fingers lace tighter with yours. Her other hand lifts, trembling just slightly as she cups your cheek, her thumb grazing over your tear stained skin.
You feel her lips brush against yours. Gentle. And careful. Giving you every opportunity to change your mind.
Still, you donât.
You lean into it, soft and sweet, your hand tugging around the front of her jacket. She kisses you slowly, savoring the warmth of your mouth, the way you taste, the way your lips part just enough for her to deepen it.
And for the first time in years, Vi doesnât feel lost. She doesnât feel empty.
She canât breathe. She doesnât want to breathe.
She just feels you.
All she wants is you.
The second your lips move against hers, Vi completely melts into you, helpless against that need thatâs always been there. Her thumb smooths over your cheek, hand moving down to pull you closer by your neck, the other still clinging to yours, but itâs not enough. Itâll never be enough. She kisses you as if sheâs afraid sheâll never get to again.
Thereâs no hesitation now. No fear. Just you. Every sensation sinks into her, overwhelming and intoxicating.
She tilts her head, chasing more. The kiss gets desperate, messy, and Vi doesnât care. Sheâs starved for this⊠for you. You sigh softly against her mouth, and Vi feels it everywhere. It makes her kiss you deeper, hungrier, like she could devour every sound you make. She tugs you closer, her body instinctively leaning into yours. The truckâs old leather seat creaks beneath you, but neither of you pay it any mind.
God, sheâd kiss you forever if youâd let her.
Sheâs always been like thisâhopelessly addicted to the way you fit against her, the way you always responded to her touch. Her thumb brushes over your cheek again, and Vi can feel the warmth of your skin beneath her calloused fingers, the slight dampness of the tears youâd cried moments ago. It only makes her hold you tighter, to keep you closer, thinking about never ever letting you go againâdoesnât even give it a second thought.
You pull away first, your breathing ragged, soft as you try to catch your breath. Viâs eyes stay closed for a moment, like sheâs trying to hold on to the feeling, imagining what your lips feel like even though youâre just right there, mere centimeters away from her.
When she finally opens them, she looks completely dazed. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted, still tinged with the lingering heat of yours. She looks at you like youâre the only thing in the world that matters.
And maybe, to her, you are.
It takes her a second to realize how close sheâs gotten. Her arm is resting along the back of the seat, her body practically caging you in. Youâre pressed up against the cool leather of the truck door, your legs tangled with hers, her hand still clutching your, afraid to let go.
Vi blinks, then quickly leans back, her cheeks burning. âShit, sorry.â
She doesnât go far. She couldnât, even if she wanted to. Her hand stays in yours, her thumb absently tracing over your knuckles, but she forces herself to give you some room. Barely.
âDidnât mean toâŠâ She trails off, shaking her head with a huff of a laugh.
You donât say anything yet, your chest still rising and falling as you catch your breath. Vi canât help but stare at the flush dusting over your cheeks, at your slightly swollen lips.
She wants to kiss you again. God, she wants to kiss you a thousand times over.
But somehow, she finds the strength to stay put.
âI didnât mind,â you say softly.
Viâs heart stutters. She swears it stops entirely.
Youâre so beautiful. More than beautiful. And sheâs pretty sure she could stare at you like this forever.
Vi tears her gaze away from you, her eyes drifting toward the glowing screen past the window. Her breath hitches, a shaky sigh falling from her lips. Barely a second later, her eyes move again, looking down at your intertwined hands resting on her lap. Her thumb brushes over your skin slowly.
She knows whatâs coming, and sheâs terrified of how itâll feel, how youâll react⊠if youâll pull away from her again, like you did before.
But she canât stop herself from saying it.
Slowly, Vi lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a soft, tender kiss to the back of it all over again. When she pulls away, her eyes meet yours. And before you can speak, before the words even leave your mouth, Vi swallows hard, and opens her mouth.
âI love you,â she whispers.
You donât respond immediately, but she isnât expecting you to. But she needs you to know. She needs you to hear it. She looks down again, her grip tightening around your hand, and her voice cracks slightly when she continues.
âY-You donât have to say it back⊠I just⊠I wanna remind you that I do⊠and I always will.â
Viâs heart is pounding in her chest, and she looks away again, unable to hold your gaze any longer. Her eyes fall to your hands once more, still clasped together in her lap, tracing the lines of your hand with her fingers, her thumb lightly brushing the back of your palm. Itâs automatic, almost like her body knows how to do it without thinking.
She thought she was prepared for this, for the possibility that you might not be ready to say it back. How could she expect you to feel the same way, right this second, after years of not being there for youâwith you?
She smiles weakly, more to herself than anything.
And yet, itâs hard to ignore. She loves you, so deeply. And the thought of not having you in her life againâitâs unbearable. Sheâs willing to do whatever it takes.
Her eyes stay locked on your hand in hers, still unable to look up at your face, scared that she might see something she doesnât want to. Maybe youâll change your mind about her. Maybe youâll tell her that this canât happen againâthat this shouldnât happen again⊠Maybe, you donât love her as much as you used to⊠Maybeâ
âI love you.â
Wait, did she say that? Vi blinks, her heart skipping a beat. The words echo in her mind, like sheâs misheard themâlike they canât possibly be real. It takes her a moment to register that it wasnât her voice that said it. It was yours.
Her eyes lift slowly, hesitantly. But when she finally looks at you, she sees the truth written all over your face. The way youâre biting your lip, the way your gaze moves away from her, your cheeks flushed. Youâre nervous.
âIâŠâ She canât find the words.
And then, so softly, you speak again.
âThat partâs never changed, Vi.â
She canât tear her eyes away. She studies every inch of your face, trying to convince herself itâs real.
Because you said that you love her.
The lump in her throat grows, and for a second, sheâs sure sheâs going to cry. She wants to say something, to respond, but all that comes out is a shaky breath.
âGod,â Vi whispers, barely able to get the word out. âYouââ
She shakes her head, her lips parting as if to try again, but nothing comes. And then sheâs smiling. Itâs small at first, soft and disbelieving, like she canât believe how lucky she is.
âI thought Iâd never hear you say that again,â she finally says.
Vi feels the sting in her eyes, the tears threatening to spill. She hates it. Hates how overwhelmed she feels, how her chest feels tight, like her heartâs too full, and for a second, itâs all too much.
She tips her head back, resting it against the worn leather of the truckâs seat. The ceiling stares back at her, cracked in places from the years that passed. Her throat works around a shaky breath, and then she sighs.
âFuck.â
It slips out before she can stop it, the word practically laced with everything she couldnât put into words, knowing how badly sheâs wanted this, how afraid she still is that it could be gone agin. She feels you move slightly beside her, your hand still tucked firmly in hers. But Vi canât bring herself to look at you just yet. If she does, she knows she wonât be able to hide the way her eyes are glossing over. Sheâs always wanted to look brave and tough around you⊠but, itâs getting harder and harder to hide with each second that passes.
She bites her lip, forcing down the sob that threatens to crawl up her throat.
âSorry,â she mumbles, though sheâs not even sure what sheâs apologizing for.
Your thumb brushes lightly against her hand, and itâs enough to make shut her eyes tight, like she can will the tears away. But it doesnât work. One slips free, trailing hot down her cheek anywayâŠ
Vi barely makes a sound. She just sits there, head tilted back against the seat, her chest rising and falling in shaky breaths. The tears slip down her face but she doesnât even bother wiping them away.
She sniffles softly, her jaw clenched as another tear slips past her lashes. God, she hates crying. She hates how vulnerable it makes her feel. But with you, itâs different. She feels warm with you.
Vi finally brings a hand up, swiping roughly at her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. It doesnât do much. But when she drops her arm and finally dares to glance at you, thereâs nothing but softness in your eyes.
âSorry,â she whispers again, cracking at the end, betraying just how much sheâs holding back.
But you just shake your head, squeezing her hand. âDonât.â
She sighs in response, her chest rising and falling as she tries to keep it together. Her thumb continues to trace slow, absentminded circles against your skin, and suddenly, the truck feels too small.
You donât rush her. You never have.
Vi doesnât say anything at first. She canât remember the last time she felt this bare. Itâs terrifying. But with you, itâs also⊠safe.
She lowers her head, her forehead brushing against your shoulder again. For a moment, neither of you move. The sound of the movie in the background drifts through the truckâs open windows, but neither of you are paying attention.
âI missed you,â she whispers against your shoulder. âI missed you so fucking much.â
âI missed you, too,â you reply just as softly.
Vi squeezes her eyes shut. She wants to say more. She wants to tell you how every city, every stage, every goddamn after party felt hollow without you. How sheâd check her phone after every show, hoping for a text that never came. How sheâd lie awake in hotel rooms, thinking about you, about being with you, about how much she missed you, about how much she wanted to turn back the time and do everything differently.
But instead, she just presses a lingering kiss to your shoulder, her lips trembling against the soft fabric of your shirt.
âIâm so sorry,â she whispers again. âFor everything.â
âI know,â you say. âMe too.â
Her eyes search yours, her brows furrowing like she canât believe what she just heard.
She shakes her head, âWhy are you sorry? You donât have toââ
âI couldâve tried harder too, Vi.â
Your voice trembles, as Vi stares at you. She looks like she wants to argue, to tell you that none of this was your fault. That sheâs the one who let you down. That sheâs the one who made you feel like an afterthought while she chased a dream that didnât feel half as good without you in it.
But you keep going.
âI couldâve said more. I couldâve told you how much it hurt when you didnât call back, how lonely it was waiting for you to come home,â you whisper. âBut I didnât. I just⊠I convinced myself it was easier to pretend I was fine. To act like I didnât care as much as I did⊠I assumed that you had bigger things to worry about than me⊠and I got scared to tell you. I-I shouldâve told youââ
âYou donât have to apologize,â Vi cuts in. âIâm the one who made you feel that way andââ
âVi,â you interrupt softly, your thumb brushing over her hand. âYou donât have to take all the blame⊠It wasnât just you⊠It was me, too. I let myself think that I was the one who had to adjust, to accept whatever you gave me. I pushed away my own feelings so I could make sense of the distance⊠and I left when all I wanted was to be close to you.â
She stares at you, chest heavy with guilt, but sheâs not interrupting now. Sheâs listeningâreally listening.
âI just wanted to matter to you,â you muttered.
Her eyes soften, her lips trembling, âYou do matter to me. Youâve always mattered.â
Vi pauses, her gaze always seems to fall to your hands, the way her fingers are wrapped around yours.
âI was stupid⊠and selfish back then. I didnât realize how much you needed meâhow much I needed you.â She reaches up to gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, âI never stopped thinking about you. Even when I was out there⊠none of it was ever as important as you. Not even close⊠And Iâll keep showing you. Everyday. Until youâre sure⊠And even after that, Iâll keep showing you anyway.â
After a quiet pause, Vi watches you, her heart beating fast as you shake your head, that small, tired smile tugging at your lips. And then, without a second thought, you lean into her, your head finding its place on her shoulder all over again.
âI already said okay,â you say softly, muffled slightly against her jacket, tears threatening to spill again.
Vi lets out a shaky breath, the corner of her mouth twitching into the smallest smile.
âI know,â she smiles.
Her eyes dart down again, catching the sight of your hands resting in her lap, smilimg at the way your fingers fit so easily with hers.
Truthfully, she wants to say more. Tell you how much she loves you. How sorry she still is. How sheâs going to spend the rest of her life making sure she never breaks your heart again.
But all she does is run the pad of the thumb along your knuckles as she dips her head just slightly, brushing her lips against the crown of your hair. The smell of your shampoo is sweet and soft, and Vi only holds on to your hands tighter, determined to be the best version of herself that you deserve.
Itâs quiet now. You both stay like that for a while. And all Vi can focus on is the feeling of you beside her.
âThank you,â she says after a while, you almost didnât hear it.
For giving her a chance she wasnât sure she deserved.

Vi drives back into town when the movie ends. And in truth, she wished the movie lasted forever if it meant being able to sit beside you like that for the rest of the night.
The ride back was quiet⊠but it wasnât uncomfortable. Every so often, Viâs knuckles would brush against yours on the bench seat, the way they used to when sheâd drive you around town. And every time it happened, sheâd swallow that lump in her though and grip the steering wheel a little tighter, afraid to push her luck.
She brought you to that same old pizza place near the edge of townâthe one you two used to hit up on late nights like theseâVi had pulled over without thinking. It was late and, in her mind, it wouldnât be a proper date if she didnât take you to get food.
âStill open,â sheâd said, half-relieved, half-nervous. âYou feel like splitting a pizza?â
You nodded when she asked.
And now, with the lingering scent of melted cheese and warm dough filling the truck, you both sit parked in the lot. The pizza box is cracked open between you, the last couple of slices mostly forgotten. Viâs trying not to make it obvious, but sheâs been eating slow. Suspiciously slow. Every bite takes twice as long as it probably shouldânot because sheâs savoring it, but because sheâs trying to stretch the her time with you, desperate for it not to end.
She glances at you for what must be the hundredth time. You seemed relaxed enough, though maybe a little bit tired, soft light from the streetlamp beside her truck glowing slightly on your face. Vi thinks youâre beautiful like this. She always has. But now that youâre here, itâs all she can do not to stare.
âPizzaâs still good,â she tries, something to fill the silence. âTastes the same.â
You hum in agreement, chewing thoughtfully. âI think they changed the sauce a little.â
Vi blinks, looking back at her half-eaten slice. âReally?â
You shrug. âJust a little sweeter. Or maybe Iâm imagining it.â
A beat passes. Viâs lips twitch into a small smile. âStill better than that place in New York.â
You laugh softly, and god, the sound of it has Viâs stomach doing flips.
âThat place was awful,â you agree. âWhyâd we even go there?â
âBecause I swore itâd be authentic.â Vi chuckles, as she throws in finger quotes. âI think I hyped it up for, like, a week.â
âWell, I think itâs impressive that you found a bad pizza place in New York,â you tease.
Vi huffs a laugh, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. âNever living that one down, huh?â
You shake your head softly.
It gets quiet again. Vi risks another glance your way, only to find you already looking at her. She quickly looks down, her fingers fidgeting with a stray napkin in her lap.
âI, uh⊠I could take the long way back,â she offers, trying to sound casual. âIf youâre not in a rush.â
You hesitate for just a moment bedore shaking your head. âI-Itâs late. I should probably get home.â
Vi nods quickly, forcing a smile. âRight. Yeah, of course.â
The words are easy enough to say, but they taste bitter. She doesnât want this night to end. Not when things feel⊠good. Almost like before.
Still, she doesnât argue.
Itâs a silent ride on the way back to your apartment. Viâs fingers drum softly against the steering wheel, her other hand gripping it a little too tightly. Occasionally, she sneaks a glance at you, but youâre gazing out the window, lost in your own thoughts.
She likes it better than nothing.
After all, it wasnât too long ago when silence meant something worse.
But now youâre here. Right next to her. And even though her heart aches a little from how much she still wants, Vi wouldnât trade this moment for anything.
Her truck rolls to a stop in front of your apartment building. She lingers for a moment, trying to think of something clever or easy to say, but...
You beat her to it. âThanks for the ride.â
Vi swallows. âYeah. Anytime.â
You reach for the door handle, but her voice stops you.
âIâll walk you up.â It comes out quickly, afraid you might say no if she hesitates.
You blink, surprised. âVi, you donât have toââ
âI want to.â Her eyes soften as they meet yours, a shy smile tugging at her lips. âI mean, if thatâs okay.â
It takes a second, but then you nod.
Viâs out of the truck before she can second guess herself. She jogs around to your side, and even though youâre perfectly capable, she still opens the door for you, just like she used to. She doesnât say anything about it, and neither do you. But the corner of your mouth twitches, and Vi catches it.
The building is quiet as you both step inside. You lead the way to the elevator, Vi trailing just half a step behind. Itâs strange, how familiar this all feels. She knew this place so well nowâthe smell of some faint lemon cleaner, the creak of the old elevator doors, even the way the number buttons lit up. Sheâd spent countless nights walking these same halls, on her way up to see you⊠to kiss you⊠to make love to youâwell⊠thatâs what she always thought of it⊠And, even the same as before, it feels like sheâs holding her breath with every step.
The elevator ride is short, but the silence makes it feel longer, really. Vi shifts on her feet, hands stuffed into her jacket pockets as she sneaks another glance at you, catching the way your teeth tug at your bottom lipâa habit she knows all too well. Youâre nervous.
She wants to say something. Something to make you feel at ease⊠comfortable⊠to make you smile, maybe. But her throat feels tight, and by the time she thinks of anything, the elevator dings, and the doors slide open.
You make your way down the hall, and Vi follows closely. She canât help but notice how her palms are starting to sweat. Fuck, itâs so ridiculous.
Eventually, you stop in front of your door. For a moment, neither of you speak. You pull your keys from your bag, fidgeting with them, and Vi watches you turn.
âThank you for tonight, Vi,â you say softly. âAnd the drive-in⊠It was really nice.â
âY-Yeah.â She nods, then rubs the back of her neck. âOf course.â
âReally,â You smile, though itâs small. âI had a really good time.â
âIâm glad,â Vi returns your smile, feeling a bit proud. âWe, uh⊠should go again some time⊠I mean, i-if thereâs another movie you wanna watch, I could⊠I could figure out something.â
And then itâs quiet again. She almost hates it. Because she knows this is where youâre supposed to say goodnight. Sheâs supposed to turn around, head back to her truck, and let the night end.
But god, she doesnât want to.
Viâs voice is softer when she speaks next. âCan I see you again soon?â
Your fingers tighten around your keys, but you donât look away.
âYeah,â you say simply, unable to fight the way your lips curved upwards. âSoon.â
She nods, and despite the nerves eating away at her, she smiles. âOkay.â
And just when sheâs about to take a step back, to let you go, you surprise her.
Itâs soft. And gentle. And before she can even think, you lean in, just enough for your lips to brush her cheek. Itâs quick, barely there, but Vi freezes. Her eyes widen slightly, heat rushing to her face. You pull back and turn around, your own cheeks warm, too nervous to look at her again. Vi stands there, staring at you like a complete idiot. Her fingertips brush over the spot where your lips had been, and she can still feel the ghost of it.
And although you donât see it, a grin slowly spreads across her face.
Your fingers barely brush against the keys in the lock before you hear Vi sigh behind you, like sheâs been holding her breath. And before you can turn the key, her hands are on yours. And now, itâs your turn to freeze. Her palms against your skin is nothing but warm as she pulls you away from the door. She doesnât say anything at first. Just turns you toward her, slowly and carefully.
Her thumbs brushing over your knuckles and you donât meet her eyes right away. But you feel her looking at you, staring hard. And when you finally lift your head, her gaze meets yours immediately.
âIâŠâ Vi starts, but the words disappear in her throat.
She opens her mouth again, then closes it, clenching her jawâmaybe in frustration.
And then she tries again.
âI didnât want to leave withoutââ Vi pauses, her brows knitting together. âI mean⊠I know I should, butâŠâ
Her voice drops, trembling only slightly as she looks down at your hands.
âI donât want to⊠just yet.â
Sheâs so close. Close enough that the scent of herâsmoke and some of her cologneâis all you can focus on.
âViâŠâ you whisper, her name barely leaving your lips.
âIâm sorry.â She shakes her head, her grip on your hands tightening just a little. âI justââ
She stops, exhaling sharply like sheâs frustrated with herself again. Her hands twitch, and for a moment, you think sheâs about to let go, but she doesnât.
âI missed you,â she says softly.
âI missed you too, Vi,â you admit.
Deep in her mind, she feels like this isnât real⊠that sheâs dreaming and that sheâll wake up soon. Fuck, pleaseâŠ
âI⊠I really wanna kiss you again, â She whispers, stepping closer. âCan I?â
You donât answer right away. Not because you donât know, but because you feel a little overwhelmed⊠in a good way, really. Vi waits, her breath warm against your skin, her hands still cradling yours.
And with the softest nod, you give her the answer sheâs been waiting for.
Vi doesnât waste a second. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours so gently and when you kiss her back, just as softlyâshe fucking melts.
A shaky breath falls past her lips, hands tightening around your own as she kisses you like sheâs memorizing the shape of your mouth all over again. And god, sheâs so close. Her forehead brushes against yours, and her breath mingles with yours. You can feel the cool metal of her nose ring brush against the side of your nostrol as she pulls you in closer. And as your fingers trail up, your hands finding their way to her neck, Vi feels herself lean in even closer. You cup the strong curve of her jaw, your thumbs brushing along the sharp line of it, and the touch sends a shiver down her spine.
Vi kisses you deeper. Her big hands, rough and calloused, move carefully from your hands, sliding down to your waist. Her fingers curl against your sides and the way you tilt your head, the way your body instinctively presses just a little closer, makes her feel dizzy. She canât stop the soft groan, that desperate little noise muffled by your lips. And your fingers thread gently into the hair at the nape of her neck.
Sheâs not sure how long you stay like that, and even as her lungs beg for air, Vi doesnât want to stop.
But eventually, she pulls away slowly, her forehead lingering against yours as she tries to catch her breath. Her chest rises and falls, lips still parted, tingling from the kissâfrom you.
She blinks, trying to set her mind straight, but itâs impossible when youâre so close.
Her thumb brushes absently over your waist where her hands still rest, rough fingertips trailing the hem of your shirt. She doesnât even realize sheâs doing it, like touching you is second nature, a habit she never really broke. She doesnât want to stop touching you. She doesnât think she could if she tried.
But then she lifts her head just enough to meet your eyes, and whatever she was about to say dies in her throat. Youâre staring at her, cheeks flushed, lips parted like youâre just as overwhelmed as she is.
Fuck, you look so pretty.
âIâŠâ She starts, but the rest of her words never make it out. She shakes her head slightly, letting out a breathless laugh. âI didnât mean toâŠâ
Get carried away? But thatâs a lie. She did mean to. Sheâs been thinking about kissing you like this again since you left the drive-in.
Her hand tightens just slightly against your waist as she opens her mouth again, âI-I mean⊠I did mean to. I justâFuck, sorryâI donât know what Iâm trying to say.â
She searches your face briefly, desperate for any sign that she hasnât just ruined everything. When she catches the faintest smile tugging at the corner of your lips, her heart trips over itself.
âYou okay?â She asks softly.
You donât answer right away, but you donât pull away either. Vi can still feel your hands on her neck, your fingertips brushing against the strands of her pink hair. She swears she could stand here forever if you let herâjust holding you, breathing you in, memorizing the way you feel pressed against her.
âIâm okay,â you finally whisper so softly.
Relief washes over the girl in front of you. Her lips twitch, almost forming into a smile.
âGood,â she breathes, her hands lingering at your waist. âThatâs good.â
And itâs quiet again⊠but this time, Vi doesnât mind it. Her eyes flicker down to your lips without meaning to, and her fingers flex slightly against your waist. She doesnât really know how the hell sheâs supposed to walk away from this nowâfrom you.
But she knows she should. She already kissed you multiple times tonight, and it was more than she ever thought sheâd get. She canât push her luck.
âI should⊠probably let you get inside,â Vi says, although itâs clear even she doesnât believe it. Her grip loosens just enough, her hands still hovering close to your hips. âItâs late.â
You nod shyly, barely meeting her eyes. âYeah,â you reply, but you donât sound all that sure either.
Vi forces herself to move, her hands dropping to her sides even though every nerve in her body screams to stay. She takes a step back, putting some space between the two of you that she instantly hates. She shifts on her feet, awkward now, her heart still beating a mile a minute.
âGoodnight,â you say.
Vi nods quickly.
âNight.â Her voice cracks slightly, and she winces. âUh⊠goodnight. Sleep good. I mean, well. Sleep well.â
âThank you, Vi,â you say again.
âMhm.â
You smile, small but amused, and Vi thinks she might just die right there on your doorstep.
Her cheeks are burning. She can feel the heat crawling up the sides of her neck to the tips of her ears. Sheâs pretty sure her cheeks are just as red, and hell, she probably looks like a mess, but she doesnât dare cover her face. Not when youâre still standing there.
She watches as you turn toward the door, your keys jingling softly in your hand.
You glance back at her one last time, eyes falling to her neck where her skin meets that tiny glint of her silver necklaceâa peice of jewelry you know all too wellâand then youâre gone, the door clicking shut behind you.
Vi lets out a long breath, dragging a hand down her face.
âFuck,â she mumbles to herself.
She doesnât exactly know how long she stands there, staring at your front door. To some stranger, she might look like some creep standing in front of some random apartment, but all she can think about in her head is replaying the way your lips felt against hers, the taste of your mouth, your hands on her neck, how soft you felt under her fingertipsâshe misses all of it.
But eventually, she turns, heading down the hallway, her hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets.
And even though sheâd wanted nothing more than to stay,to press her forehead against yours and ask for just one more kiss, one more minute, Vi couldnât bring herself to feel anything but grateful.
Because for the first time in what felt like forever, she didnât drive away from your apartment feeling empty.
God. She is so screwed.

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Not Even the Gods Can Keep Me from You â g. satoru

áȘ âź pairing â odysseus!gojo satoru x fem!reader [greek au]
áȘ âź synopsis â â you were never supposed to fall for the prince of ithacaâespecially not when war was on the horizon and the gods had already written tragedy in the stars. but you did. and any now, years have passed, the sea has swallowed his name, and you're left raising his son in a kingdom thatâs slowly forgetting him. across cursed islands and shattered battlegrounds, gojo satoru is fighting his way back to youâbut after all this time, will love be enough to bring him home? â
áȘ âź c&w â 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âkinda ooc, kinda slowburn too, war, violence, death, grief, emotional manipulation, long chapters(?), separation, implied infidelity in the context of war and distance, strong language, betrayal, intense emotional conflict, Satoruâs inner turmoil and struggles with guilt, longing, and regret. tags might be added along the making of this áȘ âź notes â itâs finally here⊠slowly but surely, iâm going to start uploading this series Iâve been working on for what feels like forever. seriously, the on-and-off relationship iâve had with this story and the thought process behind it? Yeah, itâs been a ride. you wouldnât believe half the stuff that went into it (just kidding, maybe you would). anyway, iâll be posting the first chapter soon! just tweaking a few things here and there. upload times might be a bit inconsistent, as well as expect (ig)slow updates, idk it really does depend on my mood, so please bear with me while I get everything in order. thanks for sticking with me, y'all!! if you want to be added to the taglist, make sure to comment before i close it! iâm currently sorting out my tumblr theme (you know, the usual chaos of customization), but iâll be back to posting soon. thanks so much for your patience and support, canât wait to get this rolling! teaser post here! áȘ âź status â new & ongoing
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TABLE OF CONTENT . . . . !!
PROLOGUE â BEFORE THE STORM The moment the thread was spun
01 | The Prince & the Spartan â‷ A diplomatic visit. A shared glance. Their world begins to shift. 02 | The Lasting Days â‷ He falls fast. She builds walls. But the heart doesn't always obey. 03 | The Archer in the Crowd â‷ A masked suitor. A silent promise. A choice she never saw coming. 04 | Athenaâs Watchful Eyes â‷ Athena watches a child become a manâdriven by love, tested by fate. 05 | The Ninth Dawn â‷ Nine days. One child. One goodbye. Neither ready to let go.
MORE TO BE ADDED..... !!
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Cocky Tornado Wrangler â Tyler Owens (smut)
Finally watching Twisters tonight. My poor aunt who has to listen to me gush about our husband. Thank you so much for the love on my other Tyler fic, I hope y'all will love this just as much. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: There are many things (y/n) would prefer to having to share a room with the man she hates. But does she really hate him? Or will the bed they share be enough to push them closer together?
Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), piv, enemies to lovers, lots of teasing
Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3.8k words)
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â Her voice dripped with exhaustion, eyes tired and ready to flutter shut any moment now. But fuck, she couldnât give in just yet, had to fight yet another battle with the self proclaimed tornado wrangler who was staring down at her with his signature smirk glued to his lips.
The smirk he wore in every video of his. Videos she watched whenever they were uploaded to his channel. Not that sheâd ever tell Tyler that. And god forbid heâd ever stumble upon the saved favourites she watched in moments where she needed distraction from everything but him.Â
âWell, seems like your prayers were answered, pretty. An EF4 and now we get to share a room, certainly feels like weâre even closer to heaven now, doesnât it?â Tylerâs hand found her waist to give it a soft squeeze before he gently pushed her further into the motel room. It had been an exhausting day, filled with adrenaline highs as they chased tornadoes until the late evening. Even though they had been mesmerised by the beautiful disaster, they were now forced to stay in one of the close towns, cut off from the highway heading home.Â
âI can take the couch.â She had her eyes set on the rather worn out couch which had been pushed against one of the walls that were painted in a faded out pink colour. The whole room made her feel like she was back at her grandparents home, letting an almost melancholic feeling settle in the pit of her stomach.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna share? The bedâs big enough, or I could take the couch.â Tyler hung up his still wet hat before placing his bag down on the bed. (Y/n) watched him take in the room, giving her a few seconds to curse him for wearing a white shirt that now clung to his muscular upper body. His back muscles were shining through the wet fabric, letting her get lost in the thoughts of how it must feel to brush her nails along his soft skin. Thoughts that shot heat straight down to her core, knowing that sheâd have to take care of that cursed longing in the shower.Â
âIn your dreams, Owens, and we both know you wonât fit on that couch.â His raspy laugh left her grinning, unable to stop her tired face from reacting to the man (y/n) claimed she hated and yet needed to feel close at any given chance.Â
âTrust me, baby, my dreams are all about sharing a bed with you and so much more.â With a wink thrown her way, Tyler plopped down on the bed. He studied her for a moment, taking in her wet frame while his tongue kissed his teeth and his muscular arms were locked behind his head. She needed to get out of here, needed to find shelter in the warm shower before her body would do something she couldnât stop it from doing.Â
âIâll grab a quick shower.â (Y/n) didnât wait for his reply, darting for the bathroom that was just big enough for her to let go of a deep breath.Â
She hated that she had dreamt of moments like these, wondering how it may play out with Tyler by her side, having to share a bed while the world outside was ending. And all theyâd have eyes for would be one another, no matter how many tornadoes called for them.Â
Within seconds, (y/n) had shuffled out of her wet clothes only to step into the small shower. She couldnât stop her soft moan from leaving her as the warm water cascaded down her back as if it were hugging her. The silence she was now offered forced her thoughts back to the longing she couldnât shake, the need to take care of the pulsing between her thighs that grew stronger with every passing moment.Â
Her fingers moved quickly, knowing that she didnât have much time before Tyler would disturb her peace, desperate for a shower himself. With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) let her fingers circle her pulsing bundle, imaging Tylerâs fingers instead of her own.Â
Would he touch her with the same kind of urgency? Would he draw the same moans from her she oh so desperately wanted to give in to? No, he wouldnât. Heâd make her feel things she had never felt before, clashing through her like a tornado stronger than she had ever been fortunate enough to study. Tyler Owens was her own personal disaster and she was close to letting him rip her off her feet, close to allowing him to have his way with her without being able to protest.Â
âFuck,â the word rolled off her tongue all too quickly, knowing that she was already close to giving in to her high. (Y/n) didnât pay the ache in her forearm any mind, didnât worry about the way her fingers begged her to move slower, all she was focused on were her thoughts that painted a picture of Tyler and the way heâd touch her.
And with her head rolled back and her lips tightly pressed together, she came. (Y/n) let her orgasm wash through her, rubbing her pulsing bundle a few more times before her tired body found its way out of the shower.
It took her a second to realise that she hadnât taken any clean clothes with her, drawing yet another exhausted groan from her. Carefully, she opened the door, hiding behind her towel while her eyes found Tylerâs frame. No longer was he wearing his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her eyes which tried to burn every inch of his naked skin into her mind.Â
âTyler,â her soft voice drew his eyes from his phone. âDo you have a shirt I can borrow?â
She expected a snarky comment, anything to tease her and rile her up some more, but Tyler stayed quiet, eyes focused on the parts of her body that werenât covered by the door or her towel. (Y/n) could have sworn that he had swallowed heavily first before rising to his feet to reach for his bag. His eyes stayed glued to her while he reached a shirt out for her to take, letting his fingers brush against hers for a moment.Â
It was cheesy almost, the buzz of lighting striking her at the small contact. A touch so small and yet so significant, her mind would probably think of it for days and nights to come.
With a small âthank youâ rolling off her tongue, (y/n) stepped back into the bathroom to put on the shirt, grateful that it was long enough to cover her panties. Trembling legs carried her back into the room, not daring to look at Tyler, whose eyes she felt on her frame. No words were spoken between them as he pushed past her into the bathroom, allowing (y/n) to deeply exhale the second she was left alone once again.Â
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The moments after Tyler had returned from the shower, wearing nothing but boxers that clung to his body just as tightly as his wet shirt had, had been filled with a tight atmosphere. Barely any words had been shared between them, not as she had made herself comfortable on the couch, not as he had turned off the light while stretching out on the bed.
She had turned her back to him to stop her eyes from wandering, knowing that no matter how tired she was, her mind wouldnât let her rest. Not when he was so close to her. Not when she heard his uneven breaths that told her he was still awake. Not when she could easily move closer to feel him pressed against her.Â
What was he thinking of? Was he still riled up by todayâs chase? Or was he also thinking of those moments where he had passed his shirt to her?Â
Even though she begged her body to stay calm, to not move back towards him, she lost the fight within seconds. Her front was turned towards him, letting her eyes rest on the parts of his body that werenât hidden by the blanket, making her awfully aware of how close he was to her.Â
This was unusual for them, quiet moments where neither spoke, where no teasing or bickering could be heard. Nothing but the breaths both let go of while he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling and she wasn't strong enough to look away from him just yet.
âI can feel you staring, pretty.â Tyler rolled his head towards her, eyes meeting (y/n)âs like lightning striking a tree, buzzing straight through it to set it ablaze. âWhatâs going on in that confusing mind of yours?â
âJust because youâre not smart enough to understand my thoughts it doesnât mean my mindâs confusing.â The words had left her all too quickly, drawing a gritty laugh from Tyler. A sound she loved hearing, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. A sound that left her smiling the second her ears were fortunate enough to hear it.Â
âYou wound me. Iâd say weâre a pretty good team when it comes to understanding your plans.â Heat spread through every part of her body, a heat she was all too used to by now but still didnât know how to work with. She rolled her eyes at Tyler before refocusing on his handsome features, taking in every part of the face she knew like the back of her hand.Â
Her breath hitched in her chest as he lifted the blanket, patting the spot next to him, âCome up here, I donât need you complaining about back pain tomorrow.â
(Y/n)âs body moved without holding back, crawling to the spot next to him as if she had done this numerous times before. It felt awfully right to lay next to him, to feel Tylerâs arm slowly wrap around her middle to cage her against his chest.Â
âDo you remember the first time we chased together?â She tried to stop her hand from moving as he spoke, she really did. But yet (y/n) miserably failed, unable to keep away from his soft skin any longer, needing to feel it beneath her wandering fingers as she traced slow patterns on the skin of his warm chest.Â
âI wanted to break your nose that day, god, you were even cockier back then. Do you still think people instantly recognise you when you meet them?â He shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips, tightening his grip on (y/n) as she shuffled even closer. That day was replaying in her mind every now and then, remembering how he had misjudged her for a fangirl, expecting her to almost faint when shaking his hand. And yet she hadnât known much about him, had never watched any of his videos before that day. Something Tyler hadnât taken as lightly as he should have, turning into the cocky asshole she had cursed for the past months.
âI no longer care about that, only worry about impressing you, pretty.â He pressed a kiss to her hairline before he let his eyes flicker back to the ceiling. His sharp jawline was exposed to her wandering eyes, making (y/n) awfully aware of how easily she could kiss him right now. It took everything in her not to move, to hold still as her heart picked up its beat. Whatever it was that had urged her on to fight against him these past months, it was now gone, leaving her unable to fight back and in need of something more.Â
âWe both know thatâs a lie, Owens. All you worry about is tornadoes and busty women who ask you to sign their cleavages.â Her laugh was mixed with his as he let his gaze find hers again while squeezing her side. She fought against his grip, hating that he had found her most ticklish spot that made her toss and turn against him. Tyler seemed to enjoy the sight, letting his fingers find the spot again while shifting her around to hover over (y/n). With one hand pressed to the pillow and his knees caging in her right thigh, he left her no room to move away from him.Â
âDo I hear jealousy?â His eyes wandered over her face, focusing on her lips as she fought against the need to look away. âYou know thereâs no need to be jealous, pretty. All you gotta do is give in and stop fighting our bond.âÂ
A sharp reply was burning on her tongue, and yet her body managed to win the fight, letting her fingers find the back of Tylerâs neck to pull him in for a soft kiss. He instantly replied to the touch, adding more pressure to the kiss with his body shuffling closer. It felt as if they were burning, tied together like two matches setting a petrol station ablaze, ready to alight the darkening night.Â
With every swipe of his tongue, with every moan rumbling through them, it set in further that this was finally happening, that they were finally crossing that last bridge. No longer was she set on fighting it, purely focused on Tylerâs touch and the need to feel him as close as humanly possible.Â
âTalk to me, baby, what do you want?â Her mind was torn between the kisses they kept sharing and the feeling of him growing against her thigh, telling (y/n) that he needed and wanted this as much as she did. Her fingers combed through his hair, letting her nails scratch his skin with just enough pressure to leave him tingling in excitement.Â
âEverything, I want all of you, Tyler.â Hours ago she would have cursed herself for giving in so easily, for admitting that insatiable hunger she had felt for months now. But she no longer found it in herself to care, could no longer shy away from having whatever Tyler was about to offer her. Her words drew a groan from the tall tornado wrangler who kissed his way down her throat while shifting his weight onto his knees. They held eye contact as his hands disappeared beneath the shirt of his she was wearing, finding their way straight to her chest.Â
âFuck, feels like you were made for me, every part of you.â His praises sank in like a ship hitting the ocean ground, sinking lower with every passing second, forever resting on the ground like the praises he spoke to her. Forever etched into her mind. Forever remembering the way they made her feel lightheaded and giddy.Â
Urgently he pulled the shirt over her head, set on exposing her body to his hungry eyes. Tyler let go of another groan as he looked down at her, making a silent promise that heâd have to take a picture of her in that position one of these days. He dipped his head down to suck on her nipples, making her moan for him while she spread her thighs for him. His core met hers, leaving both breathless as his clothed cock rubbed against her clothed heat â a feeling so intense, it only urged Tyler on to move further down her body.Â
âWill you let me taste you, pretty?â Only a breathless âPleaseâ left (y/n), drawing a smirk to his lips. She watched his eyes light up as he pushed her panties down her legs, looking like he was marvelling at art â art so mesmerising he couldnât stop staring.Â
âLet me make you feel good, baby.â Those were the last words Tyler spoke before his tongue brushed her folds, drawing a moan from the both of them. His arms wove their way around her thighs, keeping her pressed to him as he ate her out like a starving man, high on her taste and the sounds she made for him.Â
Nothing but moans managed to leave (y/n), getting lost in the feeling of Tyler sucking on her pulsing bundle, while he pushed two fingers into her â doing just what she had imagined him doing in the shower a while ago. He instantly managed to find that spot that made her see stars as he pressed down on it with his fingers, forcing (y/n) to choke on her sounds.
âOh god, Tyler,â he chuckled against her skin, letting the sound vibrate through every part of her. From the corner of his eyes he could see her fist the covers with her free hand, the one that wasnât buried in his hair, telling him that she was already close. And yet Tyler knew that heâd pull away soon, wanting to feel her cum around his cock like he had imagined her doing the past months.Â
Tyler had worked hard for her attention, knowing that he had fucked it up the first time they had met. She had instantly managed to push him off his high horse, bruising his ego with her sharp words he could still recite today. And yet it had only made him desperate for more, set on pulling her closer like no other woman before her.Â
âI could die a happy death between your thighs, pretty, but I need to fuck you now.â The dazy look she shot him made him feel proud, knowing that she had been about to cum on his tongue. She didnât reply, at least not with words, with nothing but a whine did she pull him towards her for another kiss. He shuffled out of his boxers, freeing his twitching cock with a few movements.Â
âLet me grab a condom.â He left her side for a moment, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts which were all over the place. And yet she couldnât carry about anything but the need to feel him buried inside of her, knowing that once she knew what it feels like to have him so close, sheâd never be able to let him go again. A thought that left her torn between excitement and anxiety, unsure what was awaiting them.Â
âDo you still want this? We donât have to do this if youâre unsure, (y/n).â Tylerâs whispers ripped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She shook her head at him before pulling back in, focused on his handsome face, mustering every spot she could blindly find.Â
âI want this, want you.â Thatâs all he needed to hear before aligning himself with her heat and slowly pushing into her. With his forehead pressed against hers, both needed a moment to adjust, not expecting to feel this, unable to put the sensation into any words that would make sense to their minds. It felt like they had been made for one another, made solemnly for this moment that felt as if the world had spinning, thrown off its path.Â
âMove, please, Tyâ.â He instantly gave in, pulling out of her only to push in with more strength. Their bodies met with every ferocious thrust, sending bolts of electricity down her spine. She arched her back off the mattress, needing to be even closer to him while he kept burying himself inside of her.Â
Blood rushed in her ears, drowning everything out but the sounds Tyler made, sounds so raspy and deep she feared it was another tornado growing in the distance, guttural sounds which left her walls fluttering around his cock. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulder, set on leaving red marks that wouldnât fade for days, claiming him in the most primal way she could come up with at that moment.Â
âGod, I canât wait to fuck you like that for the rest of my life.â The words roll off his tongue just like that. There was no way he could stop them from leaving him. And for the first time in minutes she finds herself ripped out of her state, staring up at him with wide eyes. But Tyler doesnât say another word, all he does is study her while fucking her closer to the edge.Â
âDo you mean that?â She struggled to speak, needing to ground herself before choking on her words. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as he nodded his head while watching a smile grow on her slightly swollen lips. âGood, I donât want you to let me go again, Owens.â
He took the words as a challenge, adding even more pressure to his thrusts to throw (y/n) back into her dazed state. With his fingers circling her pulsing bundle, he knew that it was only a matter of moments before sheâd cum around his cock, allowing him to take in the most beautiful sight heâd ever be fortunate enough to see.Â
His name left (y/n) one last time before falling off the edge. His hips kept meeting hers, fucking her through her high while feeling his own crawling closer. She clung to him, murmuring his name like her own personal mantra as he followed her, letting go with a groan sheâd forever remember.
It took both a moment to move again, for him to pull out of her and to get rid of the condom and for her to slightly shift around on the mattress, watching his every move with her weight balanced on her forearms. Tyler found his way back to her within seconds, hovering over her to press another kiss to the lips heâd never get tired of kissing.Â
âAre you okay?â His whispers left (y/n) grinning, nodding against his lips while another wave of euphoria swapped through her.Â
âMore than.â Unspoken feelings were hanging heavily in the air, knowing that both would have to address them rather soon, but all they did was look at one another, marvelling at the person they never wanted to let go of again. âThank you for this.â
âNothing to thank me for, pretty. And hell, Iâm not even close to being finished with you tonight.â
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BANG-ABLE | Jeon Jungkook One Shot
Summary: You've been single for way too long and you're done with causal sex and all the drama that comes along with it...so why not try something new? Pairing: f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook (idk man đ) Word Count: 9.8k~ Warnings: Smut and Explicit language (obvi lmao) a/n: Okayyy it's finally here haha you guys really seemed to like the teaser so I hope this was worth the wait đ„° p.s. barely edited per usual lol
"You seriously think I would actually get one of those?" I scoff, rolling my eyes at Ava. "What? You said you had been curious about it before, plus you said you wanted to try something new" she responds, scrolling through the website as I lean in closer, trying to read the smaller print.
I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it before, "A sex bot though?" I cringe, the words feeling unnatural coming out of my mouth.
"What? There's no shame in trying one. From what I've heard it's a single person's best friend. You don't have to bother going out to clubs to find meaningless hookups or have to deal with the hassle of finding a no strings attached relationship, or a real relationship in general" she says, pointing out the pros for this situation.
"It's the new and improved fuck buddy. Plus it's not like you have to keep him. You can try it out for a while and decide after that. See, they have a two week trial period!" She says, continuing her efforts in trying to convince me.
"I don't know, doesn't it seem a little...embarrassing? I wouldn't want anyone to know that I have one. Plus, after scrolling through the pictures of them it makes me realize how scarily realistic they look" I say while I take over the mouse and click around on the website here and there.
"And? That's the point. Think of it like you're getting a crap ton of new sex toys of your choosing and it's all assembled perfectly and does exactly what you want it to and will learn everything about you and your body and is only focused on satisfying you" she says, slowly warming me up to it.
"Plus you never have to worry them wanting anyone but you. They're there to serve you and please you and when you're done you could pretty much power them down and go to sleep. Simple as that" she says, her mission on convincing me slowly coming to completion.
"I guess I could start out with a trial period or something" I say tentatively and she immediately starts placing the order.
"Okay and what do you want him to look like? You obviously want to be attracted to him since that's pretty much the whole point so you can either upload a picture, scroll through the options they have on hand or put in a description of them here" she says, clicking in the description box and handing me the laptop.
I sit with it on my lap for a while, watching the cursor blink over and over, waiting for my brain to come up with something until she gets impatient and takes it from me so she can start writing one herself.
"Tall but not too tall...let's say 5 foot 10. Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes that look innocent one moment but seductive the next" she lists off. "That's oddly specific" I laugh and she shakes her head. "I know you're obsessed with duality so shhh let me finish this up" she shushes and I watch her work her magic.
"Alright and done!" she says, handing me the laptop and letting me read through the description one last time before purchasing him. "Really?" I say, cocking a brow at her. "What? You don't like it?" she pouts thinking she got it down to a T. "I do like it, you're just so weird with these descriptions" I say and before she's able to refute it I list off a few of them.
"Abs that make me drool the moment I see them, Tattoo sleeve and hand tattoos so my necklace is pretty, a d- Ava are you serious?" I say scandalized by the last part, as if this wasn't all mortifying already. "What? That one guy you hooked up with had one and you said you liked it so..." she shrugs her shoulders. "A dick piercing" I mumble to myself while rubbing my temples, getting a headache from this whole ordeal.
"Whatever it's fine. Just do it before I change my mind" I say and wave her off while going to grab some wine and two glasses.
"Says he should be here by tomorrow afternoon" she say after going through the rest of the order form leaving me choke on air and her laughing at my reaction. "That fast?" I say after I've calmed down, plopping down on the couch next to her and pour each of us a glass. "Well yeah, the company's slogan is 'Your pleasure is our priority' and they offer overnight shipping on every order" she explains while grabbing the remote, pulling up Bridgerton for us to watch yet again.
I narrow my eyes at her and she looks over at me as if I was the one who's gone crazy. "What? I thought this might you know, refresh your memory on the things you always said 'Me and who?' about since 'Mr. Who' is coming tomorrow" she sing songs at the end and I roll my eyes again.
"Just remember to thank me next time you roll your eyes like that when he's all up in your guts tomorrow afternoon" she teases, taking a sip of her wine while mine nearly comes out of my nose. "AVA!" I scold her and she shrugs her shoulders, "Don't say I didn't warn you".
As the night goes by and we finish up the first half of the third season for the fifth time she gets ready to head home.
"You sure you don't wanna spend the night?" I ask and she shakes her head while she shrugs on her jacket. "No that's okay, I'm sure you've got a lot of things you might want to do to get ready for him so I'll leave you to it. I called an Uber so don't worry I'm not driving home tonight" she says and I nod my head, relieved that she's already got that plan in place.
"I'll come pick up my car sometime tomorrow okay?" she says and I smile before giving her a hug. "Text me when you get home" I say and she promises before walking out to the car. "Have fun tomorrow" she winks and I shake my head, waving her off once she gets in.
"Fun huh?" I chuckle, still in disbelief that I actually went through with it. I guess there's no harm in trying...right?
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I'm woken up out of a sound sleep by the doorbell ringing and I think for a second about who it might be while I rub the sleep out of my eyes.Â
I reach for my phone on the nightstand to see if anyone asked if they could come over but when I see the text message telling me that he's being delivered soon I bolt to the door, not wanting to have to deal with the awkwardness of trying to get him redelivered.
I straighten myself out and take a deep breath for a second in an effort to compose myself and in the next I'm opening the door.
When I look out I'm met with the sight of a delivery man with a huge wooden crate next to him and my eyes widen at the sheer size of it. "Sign here please" he says, handing me the clipboard and I step aside so he can bring it in.
"Is right here okay?" he asks, rolling it a little further in so it's not blocking the entry way. "Um yeah that's fine, thanks" I say, handing the clip board back to him before he excuses himself and closes the door behind him.
The silence in this room is almost deafening once my focus is trained on the box that's going to shake up my life for at least the next two weeks, gulping at the thought of what I've gotten myself into.
'Maybe if I just leave it there it'll disappear' I think to myself, going into full on panic mode as I start to think a bit deeper about it, turning on my heel to go shower and get dressed but once I come back my theory is disproven when my eyes land directly on the wooden crate that is still in the middle of the room.
I take a deep breath before walking towards it and you would think it was about to attack me with the way I'm being so careful about it. Circling around, debating on whether or not I should open it.
'Ava won't know if I just leave it in the box right? I'll just keep it here for two weeks and then send it back. Simple as that' I think to myself, walking past it and over to the kitchen to make breakfast but the longer I look at it the more curious I get.
I grab the crowbar that the delivery man gave me after I'm finished eating and toy with it, the choice weighing heavier and heavier on my mind as time goes by.
I decide that just one peek at him won't do anyone any harm so I start to pry it open...except for I can't.
For the life of me I can't figure out how the fuck I'm supposed to open this thing and no matter how much I struggle with it it just won't budge. 'I should've asked the delivery man to open it for me' I grumble but I think I would die if a stranger found out that I bought a sex bot but even with this not so discreet packaging he is probably very well aware of what it might be.
There are only two things that could possibly come in a box this size. A robot (not necessarily a sex bot though since there are multiple different kinds for sale) or a casket and last time I checked caskets aren't all the rage right now and they definetly aren't something people get delivered to their home.
I sit on top of the box with a huff, accepting defeat. 'I thought this was supposed to be a stress reliever' I groan and take my phone out of my pocket to call Ava but I'm soon met with her already knocking on my door.
"I hope I'm not...interrupting something" she says with a sly smirk when she takes in my messy state from trying to get that damn box open. "Yeah I wish" I grumble and walk back over to the bane of my existence today and sit on top of it again.
"Oh sick! He's here already" she say, excitement written all over her face but it soon dissipates when she sees the mental struggle written all over my face.
"What's wrong? Aren't you gonna open it?" she asks, tilting her head and checking out the crowbar that's wedged into it, the only proof of any progress I've made. "Can't get it open?" she chuckles and I scoff, not bothering to answer her.
"Come on I'll help you" she says and I sigh before getting up and giving it one last shot. "Alright one, two, three" she says and we both push down on it, thankfully hearing a crack seconds later, telling us we're starting to make progress.
"Yes!" I say, finally feeling hopeful again and when we finally get the last part pried open after a good fifteen minutes of struggle we both sigh, happy that it's all over. "That was a workout in itself" she groans and slumps down on the couch while I do the same for a moment to catch my breath.
"So you gonna go take a look?" she asks while nodding towards the box, "Yeah just give me a second, I have to mentally prepare myself again" I say and she scoffs before going into the kitchen to get the both of us some water.
"Come on dude I helped you open it so you at least have to let me see him! I'm dying over here" she whines and I contemplate it for a second before getting up and grabbing the manual that is lying on top of all the fluffy packaging that's keeping him safe.
"'How to bang your robot' sounds informative" Ava giggles and I scoff, "That's not what it says dummy" I groan, thumbing through the manual until I find the most important piece of information, how to turn him on...well power him up so to say. The other part I guess I'll figure out later on when we're alone, although I'm sure she would love to watch.
I don't think I'll ever be able to understand how she can talk about things like sex so openly but I guess that's part of her twisted charm.
I brush some of the hay-like packaging off of him so the both of us can finally see what he looks like and my breath hitches once his face comes into view.
"I did a good job huh?" she says while elbowing me in the side, groaning when she hits the new tattoo I got on my ribcage the other day. "Oh shit I'm sorry! I forgot!" she says, apologizing but I brush it off as an accident and go back to inspecting him.
After taking more of the packaging off I finally find where his on switch is, which happens to be on his peck. "Really? I haven't even turned him on and I already have to violate him?" I say, hesitating for a second and then just rip the bandaid off so to say and lift his shirt up.
"Damn those abs are drool worthy" Ava whistles and I wack her in the arm, "You're not helping" I groan and find the plate that is covering the on switch, looking between him and her, contemplating on if I should go for it or not.
She nods her head, urging me to do it and after a second or two I give in and flip the switch and quickly and fix his shirt so he's all covered up again. He might be a robot but I still think he deserves to be treated with respect.
Even if his whole purpose is to just fuck me senseless.
We both watch for a second and hear a few of the mechanisms start to move about before he takes his first breath. Well...kinda.
He opens his eyes and blinks a few times and I know for a fact that Ava hit it right on the head in her description. She knows me too well at this point if she was able to create a Mr. Right for me with a few clicks on her keyboard.
That or he's just very attractive to begin with.
He looks around for a second before turning his head towards me, our eyes locking for the first of many times and I can already feel my cheeks start to heat up. 'I'm fucked'
"H-hello" I say tentatively, not really knowing exactly where to go from here. "Hello gorgeous" he say, his first words to me already driving me into cardiac arrest as I choke on air again.
"Ignore her, she's just a little shy. This is-" "Y/n, I know" he says, cutting Ave off since he's already programed to know who I am, her having submitted pictures of me along with my order.
"Yes, this is y/n and I'm her best friend Ava. It's nice to meet you" she says, distracting him as I gulp down the water she brought but unbeknownst to me he has his eyes trained solely on me, already studying my every move. "It's nice to meet you y/n" he says and Ava looks over at me, watching as I struggle to compose myself.
She doesn't take his unwillingness to pay attention to her as an insult because he's meant for me and only me so she smirks again, patting herself on the back for making this creation for me.
"Well I'll leave you guys too it then. Have fun" she says but I grab her arm and drag her down the hallway, not letting her get away that easily. "Why did you do that?" I hiss and she scrunches her brows together, confused as to what I'm referring to.
"You know, make him all flirty with that whole bad boy aesthetic" I say and she smirks. "Because I know that those are the kinds of guys that make you weak in the knees but you and I both know better and stay away from them" she points out and I can't deny it.
"Now you can have all the fun with zero consequences. You can alway alter him later if you'd like but from your reaction it seems as though I've done my job well" she says, peeking her head around the corner and watching him as he gets out of the crate.
"I swear both of you are going to be the death of me" I sigh leaving her placing a hand on my shoulder, faking consolation before turning on her heel to head out.
"Wait! Where are you going?" I ask, chasing after her and glancing back over at my very attractive playmate whose eyes are all over me again as I continue to stay close to her.
"I've got a boyfriend waiting for me at home remember? Now you go have fun" she says shooing me away and when she sees me glance over at him and back at her with mixed emotions written all over my face she pulls me in for a hug to hopefully help calm me down which thankfully helps...a little.
"At least let the guy get to know you. I'm sure he doesn't bite...unless you program him to" she whispers the last part directly into my ear and I push her off me, rubbing away the ticklish feeling that she gave me which has her chuckling.
"It was nice meeting you" she yells over to him but she's not given a response again. "I guess I forgot to add good manners to his list of attributes" she mumbles and I roll my eyes. "That wouldn't really fit the bad boy look you gave him now would it?" I throw back and she laughs, unbothered by my curt behavior which stems from the panic I've had since he first spoke to me.
"Love you loser" she says and I mutter back a similar sentiment, closing the door behind her and resting my forehead against it before dealing with the very temping man in my living room but when I turn around I realize he's somehow managed to sneak up on me.
"What the-" I say, holding my hand over my heart to make sure it somehow doesn't jump out of my chest from the scare he's given me.
"Now that we're finally alone, I guess I can properly introduce myself" he says, resting a hand against the door and using the other one to caress my face before tilting my chin up so I keep my eyes trained on him.
"I'm Jungkook and from my understanding you're in need of some...attention" he says, his hand tracing down my body from my jaw to my neck, down my arm and rests on my waist. Nothing too sexual as of yet but enough to get my heartbeat racing even faster than it was before.
"I-" I start off, my voice cracking before clearing my throat and starting again, my flustered nature amusing to him, "I guess you could say that" I say and his grip on my waist tightens a bit causing my breath to hitch, the warmth radiating from his skin feeling so human.
Everything about him seems human. From his eyes that I could get lost in, to his lips that have two silver hoops through the bottom to all the other piercings in his ears. I marvel at how his scent is something that I already find intoxicating, his presence itself making me feel so small and I can't help but want to stare at him all day, even the swirls of ink on his forearm seem so real. It makes me wonder how someone like him could be created.
"I take it that my appearance is to your liking" he startles me again, a smug look on his face and I can tell already that she's got his personality down to a tee. "Um yeah. I uh, I guess you could say that" I stumble over my words and he laughs, that cocky fucking laugh that the guys that know they're hot do but I don't mind it.
Not this time. Not with him.
"Tell me love, would you like some of that...attention now or later" he says, leaning forward and whispering it in my ear, placing a kiss under it, making me shudder.
Feeling him smile against my skin makes me want him to fuck me on this floor right now but I know I can't do that. I know I'm not ready for that yet.
"W-why don't we start later? I kinda wanna talk to you first" I say and he runs his nose along the column of my neck, making me lose my train of thought for a moment.
"We can talk later if you want. I wouldn't mind learning more about you in other ways first" he says, his tempting nature almost making me give in before I finally regain my willpower and slip out from under his arm, quickly walking towards the couch to sit down.
"No let's talk first" I say and I can hear that same cocky laugh come out of him before he pushes off the door and makes his way over, sitting way closer than necessary but luckily I have some space to scoot away from him so I can turn to face him instead.
He drapes an arm over the couch while his other hand rest on my bare knee, again nothing sexual but I take note of how he already feels the need to at least touch me in some way, something I know I will never get used to since things like that have always given me a fluttery feeling in my stomach.
I shouldn't have worn a dress today...
He waits patiently for me to say something with his eyes focused on me and I try my hardest to remember exactly what I wanted to say but I start to realize that I just ended up using this as an excuse to buy more time before going any further with this. I know why I bought him and what his purpose is but damn!
"So um, I know you know my name already but I'm y/n and it's nice to meet you. How old are you? Well...I guess I should ask how old did they make you? No I'm sorry this is weird just yeah tell me a bit about yourself if you don't mind" I say and hope that they programed some sort of back story into him and he's not a blank canvas and luckily my prayers are answered.
"Well I'm twenty six and I'll be turning twenty seven on September first. I like tattoos, piercings, motorcycles and boxing. I was made custom for you so I don't have any other outside experiences besides interacting with the people who double checked me at the factory as well as your friend that was just here. So as far as that goes, you're the only person I've had a real conversation with. Was there anything else you'd like to know about me? I can run though some of the features I have if you'd like" he says starting to get up to what I assume is get undressed but I grab onto his wrist and immediately stop him.
"No! I mean no, let's save that for later. I'm sure you'll figure out what will please me as things...progress between us" I say, not really knowing how exactly to phrase it. "So you'd like me to learn your body through experience?" he asks and my cheeks flush at the thought and all I can manage to do is nod before my eyes go wide as his hand slides up my thigh.
"Well I can assure you I'm very eager to learn. I may not look it but I rather enjoy studying when I have such a gorgeous subject to focus on" he says, his hand somehow having slipped under my dress.
"We um, we'll have plenty of time for that" I say, placing my hand on top of his to make sure it doesn't trail up any further. And again I'm so surprised at how human he feels, it's something that I expected but I didn't realize that he would feel this real.
He huffs and nods sitting back to give me some more space, not wanting to make me feel uncomfortable but still wanting to fulfill his duty to me. I notice the change in his expression and I rush to explain myself since I don't want there to be any sort of misunderstandings between us.
"I'm not saying this because I don't want you, you know that right?" I ask and he shakes his head not completely understanding since he's programed for one sole purpose upon opening. "Am I doing something wrong?" he asks, wanting to make changes to his behavior so he can make sure he's doing what I want and servicing me well.
"You're not doing anything wrong I promise. I'm- well I'm just a little bit nervous and I get flustered easily. I don't really know how this should go so I wanted to take it a bit slower" I say and he nods his head and I can see that there's almost a mechanical glow flickering behind his eyes which I can only assume is something that happens when he alters his behaviors based on my liking.
"I do like the way you've been treating me but I'd like to work up to that...if that makes sense" I say and he nods again and once I've stopped speaking my mind on it he finishes up his reprograming and looks back over at me, his seductive eyes a little bit softer now which somehow makes me even more flustered.
"Better?" he asks, his low sultry voice switching to one that's more playful, his teasing nature a clear want for me still but a lot more manageable this time. "Better" I echo, giving him a soft smile and another once over before realizing that I haven't said much about myself in return.
"Sorry, I guess I should tell you a bit about myself as well" I say but before I can start he's already listing off things like my birthdate and the fact that I'm only a year younger than him as well as my interests and hobbies.
"Wow that uh, that order form was a lot more detailed than I thought it was" I say and he laughs. "Weren't you the one that filled it out?" he asks curiously, tilting his head to the side, the first glimpse of innocence that I've seen all day.
"Well kinda. Ava was the one who did it and I just kinda glanced over at it once it came to the physical appearance but uh, she kinda came up with all of that too" I admit and he nods his head, taking in all that I've told him.
"So is my personality not to your liking? I can always instruct you on how to reprogram me more thoroughly" he offers and my heart breaks at that. "No Jungkook I don't want to change you. I think we just have to take a second to get used to each other. Your personality is to my liking because..." I trail off, weighing on whether or not I should say this but go for it anyway. He's a robot right? There's no harm in being honest with him.
I take a deep breath before trying to finish my statement, clearing my head so I can formulate it right. "Everything about you is to my liking because I am extremely attracted to you" I admit and look at my lap, not being able to face him. This is what he's here for though right? I'm meant to be attracted to him and he's meant to fulfill my desires so why do I feel shy admitting this to him?
The next thing that happens takes me by surprise as he hooks his finger under my chin and tilts it up before placing a kiss on my lips, one that I can only label as a perfect first kiss. My eyes go wide when I realize that I just kissed a robot but something about it feels so natural...and that's the part that scares me.
He leans back and gauges my reaction and when he sees that I was not displeased with the choice he made he leans in and kisses me again, and again, and again until I'm the one that's started to take control.
I place my hand on his shoulder and push him back but don't break the contact between us and when he realizes what I'm doing he grabs my hips and guides me onto his lap, the synthetic muscles of his thighs feeling so real.
From the way his hands are exploring my body and even the way he tastes on my tongue everything about him feels...human.
I need to stop thinking. I just need to enjoy this, enjoy him and when his hands move from resting on my hips to sliding down and grabbing my ass all thoughts of him being anything but real flee.
Our lip lock is broken once I'm gasping for air and he trails his kisses down my neck and presses his lips against the place he first kissed me, making me shiver again and he takes note of that, learning through experience just as he said.
"You're sensitive here aren't you?" He teases and if this taunting tone is the one he uses to gather intel on me them I'm screwed. He could literally do anything to me right now and I'd fold. What is it about him that's driving me insane when we've done almost nothing?
He bites down on that spot when I don't answer and when I moan instead of a cry of pain he gets his answer. "That's what I thought" he chuckles and continues his ministrations, touching me here and there and trying to garner other sounds and reactions out of me.
"J-jungkook" I stutter out and he hums against my skin while he sucks marks into it, no doubt wanting to experiment with my body. Licking, kissing, sucking every bit of bare skin that's exposed to him. "What is it gorgeous?" he asks, kissing the mark he's made before leaning back against the couch to look at me.
"B-bedroom?" I stutter out and he smirks as he responds. "You sure you don't wanna ride me right here?" he says and my breath hitches, not expecting him to be like this. "This view is way too good to give up on" he says, his hands gripping my thighs while his thumb rubs circles against my skin.
"Be a good girl and ride me yeah?" he rasps in my ear, kissing my neck making me want to melt into him, everything about this making me dizzy.
He makes the decision for me as he slips his hand under my dress again while he uses the other to hold onto my neck and pulls me down to kiss him again. He plays with the hem of my underwear and pulls on it and snaps it back into place making me bite on his lip.
"Ow!" I groan gaining me a deep chuckle that makes my scoldings die in my throat. "I know you're a little slut for pain no? Something about you just screams the desire to be put in your place" he says and my eyes widen. I've never told anyone about that but this man...robot has known me for less than an hour and is already aware of it.
"We can experiment with that next time because right now I just want you to ride my fingers. You can do that for me right gorgeous?" he says, using that word as a pet name now. I swear if he calls me that all the time I'm gonna lose it.
He leans back and looks at me, taking note of all of my reactions and when he cocks a brow at me I nod my head right away. "Yeah" I say, my voice sounding foreign to me but thankfully that was enough for him as he tells me to stand up and take my underwear off.
"Keep the dress on. You look so pretty after getting all dolled up for me. I would hate to make you take it off" he says and I swear everything about him is driving me insane. If he wasn't a robot I would be in serious trouble.
"Come here" he says, beckoning me over with one finger and once I get close enough he grabs me by my hips and makes me straddle him.
He takes one of his hands off and slides it down my thigh painfully slow and I find myself getting wetter at the feeling, getting teased by him feeling totally new.
Once his fingers trace up and down my folds he hums in satisfaction. "So wet for me already and I've barely touched you" he taunts and I squirm, needing him to do something. No matter how much I love his teasing I decide seconds later that I need him now.
"Please" I let out and he smiles before circling his finger around my entrance still toying with me. After a another minute of this torture he finally speaks up as if he had been waiting for me. "Come on gorgeous, you asked for it. Ride my fingers so I can see how pretty you look" he says, barely dipping a finger inside of me, coaxing me into letting my inhibitions go.
I sink down on it and I let out a whine, not having been touched like this in a while making me sensitive. "That's it, keep going love, you're doing so well" he rasps in my ear and I lift my hips up a bit before sinking back down on it again, a sloppy pace being set in and he chuckles at my efforts.
"Someone hasn't been fucking my baby properly huh? Needed to get me to do it right? You're so pretty though, looking so concentrated and frustrated because you can't go fast enough" he taunts, adding another finger when I sink back down making me throw my head back from the stretch, my want to ride him only increasing.
"Gotta make you work for it a little" he says, finally adding a third finger making me moan his name in response. "Fuck I love watching you fall apart like this" he curses and takes his fingers out of me only long enough to take his jeans and boxers off and once I see him I can't help but gulp at the size.
"It's okay, don't worry. I can change it as I make my way inside you. I promise you it won't hurt. This is always all about you" he says, tilting my chin up and making eye contact with me. I nod my head and mumble out a quiet 'okay' before he grabs my hips and makes me hover over it while he lines himself up.
"Sit on my lap gorgeous" he says as words of encouragement when he senses my hesitation. 'Shit am I really about to bang a robot?' are the thoughts that run through my head but once the tip pushes past my folds I couldn't give a fuck who he was.
Both of us watch as it disappears inside me and I let out a few shuddering breaths as I feel him adjust, fulfilling his promise to change it to make it fit. "You're doing so well" he says, rubbing up and down my thighs, letting me get used to the feeling.
"You okay?" he asks, noticing how still and silent I've gotten. "Yeah, I just haven't done this in a while" I admit even though he already knows. "Want me to take over?" he asks, thrusting up into me once to show that he's more than willing to do it. "No, I can do it" I say, taking a deep breath before lifting my hips up and and dropping down on him, knocking the wind out of myself when I come down too fast.
"You sure?" he asks, grabbing onto my hips and helping me set a pace to make it easier for me. "Shit" I curse under my breath and he chuckles, "Baby's got a dirty mouth huh? I would've never known since you've been so shy and blushy with me this whole time" he lifts his hips off the couch and gives me a sharp thrust making more curses fall from my lips.
"That's it, just like that. Doing so good for me" he says, coaching me and making me feel more confident and when he hit's a spot inside of me I shudder and it catches his attention. "Right there huh?" he asks, thrusting up into me, this time softer, going with the rhythm I've set in but makes my hips stutter when he brushes against it over and over and over again.Â
"You wanna lay down for me?" he asks and I nod letting him take over and laying me down while still staying inside of me. "You're so beautiful" he say, taking in my dazed state before he start moving his hips, brushing up against that spot again and making my back arch off the couch.Â
"F-fuck Jungkook" I moan and he chuckles, watching me fall apart under him. "Fuck, right there" I scream, toes curling and body seizing as my orgasm crashes down on me with one last pointed thrust, a string of obscenities falling from my lips as he fucks me through it but when I start to get sensitive again he keeps going.Â
"Jungkook wait" I say, my breathing picking up when I realize what he's trying to do. "You can give me one more can't you?" he asks, his hips slowing down but never stopping, his movements more sensual now making my breathing more ragged, the feeling of an onset high building again.Â
I whimper once he picks up his pace a bit but he stops when he hears it. "Tell me to stop and I will" he says, reminding me that this is all about me, I control what happens here and it is my decision.Â
"Keep going" I say, pulling him down and locking our lips together, needing to muffle these embarrassing moans with his mouth when he starts up again, his pace picking up now and moving faster than before. "S-shit just like that" I stutter, the change in pace bringing me close to that edge so much sooner.
"Been thinking about this view ever since I laid my eyes on you. It's even better than I expected. Look at the way you fall apart under me" he says, his words barely registering when I'm about to tip over. "Eyes on me pretty" he says and when I see the way he's looking at me I reach that high in seconds, my body convulsing from how hard he's made me cum again, the second more intense than the first.Â
He fucks me though my high and places kisses all over my neck and let's me catch my breath as I come down and soon I'm left in a daze.Â
"J-jungkook" I stutter out as a way to ask him to stop and he does, pulling out and making me hiss. "Look at the mess you've made" he says and I look up to see he's glistening with my slick and I cover my face.Â
"I'm sorry I just..." I start not really knowing why I'm apologizing. "You just what?" he says, taking one of my hands off my face and kissing my wrist, smiling when he registers how high my heart rate has gotten.Â
"You're really good with that thing you know" I say and he laughs. "Cute and a sense of humor. Looks like I lucked out on my owner" he says and I feel a sense of guilt, remembering that this isn't real. That he isn't real.
"Did I say something wrong?" he asks and I shake my head before sitting up. "No, no you did nothing wrong I just, well it made me feel weird when you called me your owner" I say and I watch as his eyes glow, another sign of him reprograming himself.Â
"What would you like me to call you?" he asks leaving me hesitating for a second before I finally come up with it. "Maybe your girlfriend?" I propose and the corner of his mouth tugs up, clearly finding the result favorable but I rush to explain myself.Â
"Or you can just call me your friend you know because girlfriend is kind of forward and I don't know" I cut myself off when I realize I'm rambling and get shy when I see the way he's looking at me. Utterly fascinated with my every move and although I just finished I can't help but get a little breathless.
"Do you wanna be my girlfriend y/n?" he asks, the use of my name instead of the pet names he's been calling me having a different effect on me.Â
"I well, I just" I start tripping over my words again but he grabs my chin gently and dips it up and down, making the choice for me to nod yes as my answer. "Glad we got that cleared up" he says tapping me twice under my chin before straightening himself out and picking me up off the couch and carrying me into my room.Â
"Wait Jungkook what are you doing?" I panic as I wrap my arms around his neck to help me balance. "I figured you might want a bath after what just happened so..." he trails off as he walks into the bathroom and sets me down on top of the counter before turning on the faucet and grabbing a bottle and tipping it contents into to make me a bubble bath.Â
"Are you able to..." I trail off and he turns around and walks over to me, resting both hands on the counter on either side of my hips and giving me his undivided attention. "Am I able to what?" he asks, tilting his head and waiting for me to continue. "Can you take a bath with me too? Or is that not possible?" I ask, not having read hardly any of the instructions before turning him on.Â
"If you're asking if I'm waterproof the answer is yes I can be submerged into water without issue" he says, tracing a finger against my jaw before tipping it up to place a chased kiss on my lips, turning back to the bath and making sure the temperature is alright before he starts to strip.Â
I watch as he does so, curious to see if there are any real differences that I can spot but there really aren't. "Incredible" I mumble under my breath and he catches onto it. "Like what you see?" he chuckles and walks back over to me and lifts me up off the counter and reaches for my zipper.Â
"No, I mean yes but I'm just so surprised how lifelike you are. Is that rude to say?" I cringe and he chuckles again, letting his attention go back to undressing me as he lets my dress pool around my ankles scanning my body being fully bare to him and I gulp watching his reaction as I'm sure he's literally committing it to memory.Â
"The answer is no, it's not rude" he says, his eyes trailing back up to mine as he places a hand on my waist and the other cupping my face with his thumb tracing along the bottom of my lip. "Your word is law to me. Whatever comes out of these two lips is true" he says and my breath hitches as he leans in close.Â
I close my eyes and wait for the feeling of his lips against mine but when they don't reach me I look back up at him, his face dangerously close to mine making my heart rate pick up again. "What do you want me to do?" he rasps, his warm breath leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Kiss me" I whisper and close my eyes again and soon feel his lips on mine again.Â
"Pick me up" I mumble through our kisses and he does just that and reads my mind by walking over to the tub and placing me in gently with him sinking in after me. I lay with my back up against the wall of the tub and take in a shaky breath once he crawls closer and hovers over me and before he can ask me again I'm sitting up and pressing my lips up against his again.Â
He responds with a fervor and devours my lips, taking my breath away leaving me gasping for air once he notices. "Sorry, I forgot that I need to let you catch your breath sometimes huh?" he taunts and I roll my eyes but once I feel his finger dragging up and down my folds again he looks up at me.Â
"Do you want my fi-" "No, just you" I say cutting him off with another kiss and he gets the message, lining himself up with me again and pressing in, this time making it a bit bigger making my back arch off the wall. "You can take it, shh" he says, pressing a kiss on my temple as I take in the stretch, shaky breaths being the only thing heard for a few more seconds before I nod my head.Â
"That's my girl" he says, pulling back before rocking his hips back into me, setting a pace that makes my eyes roll back, still being sensitive from before but drunk on the feeling of him inside of me, hitting all the right spots making my toes curl.Â
The water sloshes around and I'm taken out of the moment for a second when I hear a big splash of it hit the floor. "Jungkook I-" "I'll clean it up later" he says and smashes his lips against mine, picking up the pace and making an even bigger mess, a third of the water we stared with all over the floor.Â
"Fuck Jungkook, f-faster" I pant out and he smirks as he sets in an inhuman pace that has me screaming his name, the wind knocked out of me and seconds later I'm cumming.Â
I'm gulping down air once that initial wave dies down soon sending shockwaves in it's wake as he fucks me through it, slowing down to a lazier more sensual pace and when I open my eyes everything has gone so hazy.Â
"You cried" he says, wiping a tear off of my face and I realize that's the clear cause for my vision. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more temping you go and pull this" he says, leaning in to lick up the tears on my other cheek.Â
"I hope you know I'm never letting you get away from me until you're a sobbing mess like you were just a second ago" he teases, cupping my face and looking at me, a clear want for more hidden behind those eyes but I shake my head.
"No more please, not tonight" I mumble and he chuckles and nods his head before he places one last kiss on my lips. "Should I fill up the tub again" he asks, his forehead against mine after having broken the kiss.Â
"Oh! Um yeah if you wouldn't mind" I say awkwardly and he smiles and places a kiss on my forehead before he gets out of the tub and wraps a towel low around his waist and grabs the bottle again to fill up what will now be a nice relaxing bubble bath, emphasis on the relaxing aspect.
"Is everything okay?" he asks monitoring the temperature as the water fills up again. "I'm fine, I think I'm just trying to get used to this you know. Like us" I say and he nods his head, trying to understand but I can see that things are still not clear.Â
"Jungkook you have been treating me so well and taking care of me and making sure I'm satisfied. I just need a second to process" I say and he looks up at me to gauge my sincerity and assesses that I'm being truthful.Â
"Okay, I just don't want to do anything that you might not like" he says, insecure with the arrangement as well since well this was his first time too. Even though he's just a robot the lines between human and machine are so blurry after people have created things like him.Â
"If I didn't like it I would've told you. You've been very receptive and have been working on finding my limits and I appreciate that and I'm more than satisfied with the way that you've been treating me. To be honest you're even better than I expected" I admit, hoping to lighten him up and luckily it does.Â
"Oh yeah?" he smirks and I roll my eyes, "Don't get too far ahead of yourself. One good fuck does not equal perfection" I say, trying to deflate his ego but it only boosts his want to prove himself even more.Â
"Remind me to ask you about that in a few days okay? Wanna make sure I've been making progress" he says and I go quiet, thoughts of what might happen between us in the coming days making me anxious.Â
"If my body wasn't spent already I would make you put your money where your mouth is" I throw back moments later and he cocks a brow at me.Â
"Well would you look at that, cute, funny and mouthy" he taunts and I recoil back into the corner of the tub when he stalks closer to me. "Might makeyou put that mouth of yours to work next time huh?" he says, caressing my jaw and running his thumb along my bottom lip "But I bet you'd like that a little too much" he say, tapping under my chin twice and heading towards the closet to get some extra towels to clean up the mess we made.
I observe him wordlessly as he mops up the floor until it's completely dry and he heads out to grab something or other and comes back into the bathroom with a new pair of jeans on, these ones tighter than the first pair. "Where did those clothes come from?" I ask, gulping at the sight of him back in his 'Man that I should steer clear of' aesthetic.
"They were in the box I came in" he says, slipping a white t shirt over his head. "I can always walk around shirtless if you'd like" he says, noticing the pout that I had unconsciously put on my face and I clear my throat and make excuses.Â
"No that's okay. Whatever you're comfortable with, or I guess programed with is fine by me" I say and I stand up to get out of the tub and walk over to the shower to rinse off but when I try to my knees give out and he catches me, the white t shirt he's wearing now wet and I gulp at the sight of it.Â
'I swear I'm such a slut' I think to myself.
"That might be the case but you're my slut now" he says and I flinch and try to get out of his hold. "Did you just read my mind?" I ask, fully confused as to how he could've known what I was thinking. "No silly you said that out loud...but it was kind of written all over your face anyways" he teases and push him off of me or at least try to but he guides me by my hips into the shower so I won't hurt myself.Â
He leaves me to finish up on my own and places a towel nearby so I can dry of easily and when I walk into my room I can see he's sat on my bed wearing a new shirt, black this time but a little tighter than the one before.
"Do you want me to leave?" he asks, seeing the hesitance written across my face but I shake my head.Â
"No, I have to get use to you seeing me naked anyway so might as well..." I say, cutting myself off and let my towel drop, "start now" I finish and I can see his eyes widen making me smile. I turn to walk towards my dresser, pulling out a two piece set instead of going through the effort of getting dressed again.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you?" he says having come up behind me and wrapping his arms around my bare waist, quickly tugging on one of my nipples making me yelp. "Jungkook what are you-" I start but he reaches into my drawer and grabs a nightgown instead...if you could even call it that. One gust of air and I'm completely exposed.Â
"Wear this one" he whispers in my ear and places a kiss on my bare shoulder before leaving the room and wandering off to who knows were.Â
'How did he even know that was in th-' I cut off my thoughts as the realization of what he might've done hits me. I slip on the one he had chosen and walk out and down the hallway into the living room and I catch a glimpse of him in the kitchen, seemingly making me something.Â
"Did you go through my clothes?" I ask with a lilt in my voice, amused and honestly turned on at the thought. "No. I just took a look at your lingerie since I'm the one who's gonna be seeing it from now on. I just wanted to see what I have to look forward to" he says with his back turned to me and my cheeks heat up at his nonchalant attitude about it but I know for a fact he's just doing this to get a reaction out of me.Â
"Looks like someone's eager" I say, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist and look down on what he's making. "I hope you like breakfast for dinner" he says as he pours in the egg mixture and soon adds the filling making by my standards a perfect omelet. "I love it" I say taking a whiff of the mouth watering dish.Â
"How did you even find all of this?" I ask, confused as to where all these ingredients came from. "While you were in the shower someone came and delivered your groceries so I just brought them in" he says and my mouth forms an 'o' forgetting I had set that up yesterday. "Oh yeah I forgot that was coming today. Thanks for bringing it all in" I say and he hums in response.Â
After I'm all finished eating I'm honestly spent and when I go to rinse off my plate and put it in the dishwasher I feel him wrap his arms around my waist from behind, our roles now reversed.Â
"You know why I wanted you to wear this right?" he rasps in my ear and starts placing more kisses on my neck making me almost forget the question but I decide to shake my head since I want him to tell me, the seduction in his words almost tangible.Â
"Easy access" he says as he slips his hand under my nightgown and rests it on my stomach, slowly trailing down to slip under my waistband but I push him off after a second, remembering the ache he's caused between my legs.
"Nope, no more tonight" I say, turning around to face him and the innocence Ava had added to the list of traits coming through as he's standing there pouting at me. "Come on let's go to bed" I laugh grabbing his hand and he drags his feet behind me as he follows, still not happy with the outcome of it all.Â
"Fine..." he says and takes off the jeans and t shirt he just put on about an hour ago and places them on a chair next to what is now his side of the bed. "but take these off" he says, walking over to me and grabbing the waistband of my underwear and snapping it back into place again.Â
"Hey!" I call out and he chuckles as he walks back over to his side of the bed and gets under the covers and waits for me to do as he asks. I narrow my eyes at him for a second but ultimately do it granting him 'easy access' as he's called it for tomorrow morning when he no doubt fucks me back to sleep.
Once I'm finished he tugs on my arm and makes me topple down on the bed in a fit of giggles. "You're so cute when you laugh" he says, caressing my face once we've settled in beside each other and I smile.Â
"You think so?" I ask and he nods his head. "You look even prettier when you cum though" he says and I widen my eyes and sit up and wack him on his chest before turning around to face away from him. I feel the bed shift as he switches his position and soon put an arm around my waist and pull me back to him so my back is flush with his chest.
"You're insufferable" I mumble and he laughs, "Goodnight love" he says and I get a fluttery feeling in my stomach. "Goodnight Jungkook" I say back and he places one last kiss on my bare shoulder before I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
"Dream of me" he says right before I pass out and I do, I dream of all we could possible do together...what he's going to do to me and it makes me want to pull myself out of the dream to get to him now but I know he'll be there when I wake up.Â
'How to bang your robot' Ava's voice echoes in my head while I'm lost in la la land and I smile...
Oh how informative it was indeed.
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read other parts first!!! : part 1 â part 2
pairing: lee know x reader
summary: you somehow managed to cross the line with your bunny, can it be pleasurable for the both of you?
tags: ăNSFW! 18+ only! smut | hybrid!lee know | referring to lee know as minho | hybrid wanting to mate | needy!lee know makes a return | humping/thighjob | nipple play | unprotected sex (i dont condone!) | anal | orgasms for both^^ | cuddles are here i promise | reader has no genderă
word count: 2.5k
a/n: hello! i severely apologize to all of you who have been waiting for this part to come out :( ive been struggling to find time to continue to write, and the motivation with it... but here it is! seriously... i can't explain how much i appreciate all of the love you guys have given to my stories⥠im so happy you guys love bunny lee know so much! i also wanted to keep this as neutral as possible regarding the reader (hence the anal) but you can switch it out in your imagination! (i wanted to have all readers to be able to enjoy!) also this is my first smut story being uploaded... i hope you guys have a good read><!!!~
+ stylized lowercase, missing punctuation (not done on purpose), and minimal revisions
"so do bunnies like you experience everything a human should?"
you didn't know why your mind was drifting towards this direction. for as long as you had minho in your house, you were sure your relationship would be 100% platonic. he was adorable as hell, eased your mind whenever any worries came to you, and was always there by your side. did that give you clearance to make a move on him? you didn't want to ruin the perfect relationship you two had, but you have needs, and you were wondering if he had the ability to share those same needs.
minho paused for a moment, sitting oddly still while you sat above him. you were sitting on the edge of your bed, playing with his hair while he sat on the floor with his head leaning against the mattress. his head was almost at a distance where you could press your thighs against each side of his face, but you resisted enough so the lingering thoughts of teasing him went away.
he turned around briefly to face you, "what do you mean by 'everything'?"
your face began to flush after you realized how insensitive your question could've been.
"not to pry or anything but... aren't bunnies known for... having a high sex drive?" you spat out quickly before your confidence faded away.
his eyes widened, this is the first time youve seen him this shocked at your words. he was too shocked to even reply to you, not that he had anything ready in his mind. you could feel his presence tense up and you wanted to steer clear of whatever dirty path your mind seemed to wander on. he didn't say anything and just turned back around, finally leaning into your thigh. he wrapped one arm around your leg, feeling your cool skin calming down his burning face. having him so close to you when you wanted to run away in shame felt strange. you were always used to being close to minho, but the sudden affection, especially after that moment, was out of place. your leg started to warm up because of his face. starting to relax a bit, you realized that it wasn't the right time to head across that line.
you smiled and started to play with his hair again, looping each little section around your finger into curls. they eventually sprung back to its natural shape once you let go. minho loved this time with you, when all you did was leave your worries for that day and focused on him. it was his favorite thing to do while being with you. he still carried the thought in his mind, 'maybe something would happen during my need for mating'. only time could tell the new moments you two would experience together.
during the late night, you and minho were cuddling in bed. it wasn't strange for the both of you anymore. you knew that minho felt more comfortable knowing that you kept him safe. cuddling with him was the least you could do to comfort him.
this night felt different though. the question you asked earlier felt like a reach into unwanted territories. you wanted him to expand on his feelings, but at the end of the day he was a shy bunny who got flustered easier than you thought.
unsure of your next thoughts, you closed your eyes and tried your best to go to sleep as soon as you could. feeling rustling from behind you, minho's presence inched closer to you. the movement didn't stop, you could feel him shaking now. was it too cold in the room? you stayed as still as possible, trying to make out the noise coming from him. he was whimpering softly, almost like he needed something desperately.
"m-minho?"
you turned around to face him, tears were welling up in his eyes. he was clearly distraught about something but you had no clue what happened. your heart sank, was it because of the invasive conversation from earlier?
he sniffed softly, trying to make out words but ultimately getting choked up.
"i... i need..."
his eyes glanced down to the bottom half of his body. tentatively scanning his body as to what he was trying to point out, the last and most obvious thing you noticed was a slight twitch coming from his crotch, the cloth sticking up as well.
'fuck... is this really happening?' you thought to yourself. you managed to repress and bury all the inappropriate thoughts you had about minho, but he was about to fuel it once again. his face was as pink as ever, in desperate need for your warm touch.
"is this what i think it is?"
"mating tendencies... yeah... i-ive never experienced it while being human, i dont know if it will feel the same. but i r-really need..."
he was huffing between words, stuttering as well.
"let me think for a second."
you turned facing away from him. rubbing your thighs together, trying to hold back the good aching feeling rising within, you couldn't help but panic for a second. would you help him out because he's in pain and needs to relieve himself? how would this moment affect your relationship moving forward? would it be a normal occurrence, or only during his need to mate? would it be better to just ignore it and try hold on to whatever you two had going on when you first met?
your rushing thoughts were interrupted by something warm, sticky, and hard. something poking at your thighs, trying to squeeze itself in between.
you couldn't help but let out a small yelp. that feeling began to rise in you. there was no way things were going back to how they used to be. the movement kept progressing, you glanced down in front of yourself to find the head of minho's cock against your thighs. you wanted nothing more than to take him, take his body, and pleasure the both of you were bound to have.
"minho please.." you reached down towards his cock, ready to progress. he misunderstood and took it as you wanting to stop. he pulled away, hesitantly, already missing the softness of your thighs.
"mm sorry... i j-just need.."
"hey," you turned around slightly to grab his face. you flashed him a small grin, making sure he didn't feel guilty for acting this way around you. "it's okay."
a tear started to stream down one side of his face. your reassurance made him slide himself back in between your thighs. you wondered how it was possible for it to feel so good on your bare skin. you had shorts on but it all of a sudden became more hot under the blankets. your thighs were coated in a thin layer of his precum. he gripped onto your body for a better stroke pattern.
sweet little moans erupted from behind you. minho was the one engulfing your body with his tall stature against you. however, you felt like you were in charge at the moment. letting your sweet bunny try and cum from your body was more than enough for you to start to get horny yourself.
slipping a hand under your shirt, you began to play with your nipples slowly. you shut your eyes and leaned more into minho's chest, hoping that he wouldn't catch you in the act. sweet little huffs turned into loud groans, he was in a trance and he hadn't even started to properly explore your body. he had ultimately noticed you leaning more into him, even arching your back. he wanted you to feel comfortable and not worry as much about trying to relieve yourself on your own. although you were the one trying to help him, he wanted to be the one to help you with your release too.
"let me.. please?" he said while placing his hand on top of yours, wanting to take your place on your chest. you moved your hand down in defeat, it was impossible to say no to him. his hands felt warm on your bare skin. swirling his fingers around you and occasionally pulling, your nipples hardened more and more. your breath started to get unsteady as you wanted more. shivers ran throughout your whole body.
gently breaking the contact of his cock and your thighs, you turned your whole body around to face him. you locked eyes with him and all the guilt and doubts you had in your mind about you two went away. his cock began to twitch at the loss of warmth. you suddenly placed your hand on him, slowly stroking and gliding on him, your hand becoming a sticky mess. he let out a strong huff and tilted his head back. you both were seeing stars. minho was unable to fathom that you were finally touching him, taking in all the strength to not cum right then and there. you were also shocked at how good you felt. seeing his reaction made you more comfortable and ready to move further.
grabbing your face with both hands, he placed a passionate, wet kiss on your lips. his tongue was determined and he kept moving his mouth in ways that sent you to heaven. pulling away to see your reaction, he smiled, "im still all yours, remember?" his voice just became more sexy to you than ever. you quickly locked lips with him again, smiling through it all. his lips were soft and plump from all the action, he bit the bottom of your lip to signal he needed some air. both of you sharing the same blushing expression.
he tried to drag your body back around but ultimately needed assistance. helping him out, you turned around immediately. sticking your ass out on his bare cock, you moved your hips up and down. minho was at his breaking point. he nudged his mouth near your ear, slowly dragging your shorts and underwear down. "please? let me put it in... i need to feel you.." his breath was hot and low on your ear. you were surprised you hadn't melted into a puddle yet.
you didn't say anything. you were too drunk off of the bliss feeling lingering throughout your whole body. you placed a hand on top of his that was resting on your hip. he took that as a sign to start.
not a second to waste, he lodged his entire length into your ass, letting out a deep moan into your ear. you arched your back more and almost choked up on the intense yelp you let out. he filled you up so good, it barely hurt from all the precum he was dripping with. he also took his time on the first stroke, pulling out his length so you knew how its absence would feel. you squeezed his hand, wanting more.
he slowly stroked back in, his high coming back harder this time. you felt like your heart was going to explode. his slow rhythm became more loud and sloppy, the wetness spreading throughout your bodies. syncing your moans with each pump, you instinctively rolled your tongue to hang out and pant more. you wanted this feeling to last for as long as possible.
the pace began to increase, and minho wasn't holding back on his moans. this whole time he was in his human form, but this much work was bound to make him change. you didn't notice at first, but his bunny ears appeared and drooped down, gently caressing your face. being in his hybrid form made him more bunny like, it made him go faster. the rhythm was so irresistible, it was fast but gentle, hitting you in all the right places. you felt yourself being filled with more fluid, gliding himself became easier than before.
he held onto your body even closer and tighter. minho started to felt bad about involving you in this situation, but you did want to be closer to him in this way. he wanted to make sure you felt satisfied, so he held himself back and focused the pleasure going to you. the final stretch of your rising heat and the steady rhythm snapped you out of your trance.
"s-slower, please minh-ho," you whined out. you couldn't tell, but he began to smirk at the way his name sounded in that tone. it drove him crazy, the fact that he was actually making you a complete mess. you wanted to savor this addictive feeling, but the slower strokes made your body greedy.
it all came rushing in at once, you let out one last yelp as you rode through your high. minho helped you by holding on to your shaking body.
the sight of your worn body filled himself with so much pride, he was shocked that he hadn't came yet. "did that feel good?" his voice was low and velvety in your ears again.
"y-yes," you managed to whisper out. still sensitive, you could feel him twitching around your walls, which made you choke slightly between breaths. he was trying his best not to move too much, but his body wasn't on his side.
you wanted to help him, but first you needed to recover. he moved his head to your neck, slowly sucking and kissing around to make sure you were okay. his sweet behavior was very calming, especially after the first orgasm you experienced with him.
"dont you want to cum too?" your question snapped him back to the situation at hand.
"can i?"
you nodded lazily, about to doze off at any minute. however, minho was quick to return to his rough pace, making your eyes steady again. he buried his head back onto you, acting like the shy bunny you knew too. the deeper and harder he pumped, he suddenly whispered a quick 'fuck' under his breath, pulling out of you. he grabbed his dick and painted your ass with his warm, thick cum.
it was beautiful, seeing how happy he was to finally get his first orgasm as a human. he pressed his body up against you, getting all the cum and sweat on his body as well. he didn't mind it though, he was too tired to clean up.
he looked drained, you noticed the beads of sweat all over his face and body. he was glistening with a new aura, and he looked like the most beautiful thing in the world. he still managed to give you a crooked smile, letting you know it was a good experience. you started to get flustered, even though you two just experienced the most intimate action ever.
you changed your position, letting your face sit on his chest. you buried and hid your red face from him. he gently reached up to pet your head, soothing you to sleep.
waking up to minho distanced away, you couldn't help but pull him back into a cuddle. he had quickly turned back into his bunny form to recharge from the actions that took place last night. he didn't flinch at all from the movement, he just slowed his breathing down as he was surrounded by a sudden warmth. you couldn't help but feel a little sorry about the sacrifice he took today. you pet his body slowly, kissing his head gently. you wanted to apologize for the state he was in now, but he was the one who made sure that it was okay to go through with in the first place.
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