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thestraybunny · 2 days ago

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The Landing|Y.JH Part 1

Pairing: Guide Singer Jeonghanx Afab! reader Full WC: 11.7k Genre: Non-Idol AU, Neighbors to lovers, Rated: M (18+, MDNI) Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Unplanned Pregnancy, unprotected sex (practice safe sex yall), idiots in love (and I mean they are idiots), Reader is in denial of her feelings and the obvious, reader is a single mother, toxic ex, mentions of past abuse, drinking, smoking. (Will add more as parts go on and please let me know if I miss any)

Summary: Jeonghan is an asshole. He is blunt, rude, and sometimes its wondered how he had friends at all. But the thing is. He is an asshole to everyone, but two people. A single mother and her son in his building.

A/N: Thank you again to @gam3bo17 for beta reading this. It means a lot! *Reader is a 95er like Jeonghan* As I said in my teaser I contemplated posting this, but I worked hard on this and I am very proud. You will see mentions of Joshua's installment (she is named in this), and you are going to see hints at some future fics, but these fics can be read as stand alone. I hope you enjoy! Please be sure to read my rule/guidelines Rules/Guidlines K-Series Masterlist

**September**

Baby🍑: Hey, Hanni! Can you do me a huge favor??? Baby🍑: I am running late here at work, and Ren is nearly home from tutoring. Mom won’t be able to get him for another hour and I don’t know when I will be getting out of here, could he hang out at your place until either me or her get there? Jeonghan: Of course! I just got off the subway and almost home. I’ll be there soon. He knows to let himself in, he has the code. Baby🍑: You are seriously such a life saver! I will be home soon, and I’ll bring the beer tonight.

Jeonghan smirked as he read your response, before slipping his phone back into his messenger bag to make his way through the crowded subway station; not needing to respond. Picking up his pace slightly once onto the street leading to his apartments since he didn’t want Ren, your eight year old son, to be waiting for him for too long. His place may be a young boy’s dream, he would rather not leave one free to roam in for too long.

Plus, he couldn’t wait to see either of you.

“I am so very sorry,” You gasped out, finally reaching your floors landing, only to find Jeonghan handing off Ren’s backpack and weekend bag to your mother. Both looking to be packed like it was every week he went to his grandparents. The three of them turned toward you before you spoke, already hearing your feet on the staircase.

“Mama!” Ren yelled out with excitement, releasing your mother’s hand to run to you, nearly knocking you back. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, your eyes dropping right to the thick dark mop of hair, a wide smile gracing your lips as you plant a kiss on the top of his head. Making sure to hug him back with all your might. “Mr. Jeonghan got a new Lego set and says he’s gonna wait until I come home so we can put it together. It’s a spaceship.”

“That is so nice of him,” You respond, glancing up toward the other two, catching a glimpse of the dark haired man leaning against the door frame of his apartment, arms crossed as he watched you both. You could see he was fighting a smile before he finally tore his gaze from you. “Thank you so much again for watching him.”

Jeonghan shot you a wink before bidding you all a good night and closed his apartment door. Leaving the three of you alone on the landing. Turning your attention to your mother, you could see the knowing look she was giving you as she walked toward you and Ren. Your son’s bags in one hand as the other reaches for the boy’s hand.

“I’ll pick him up after work Sunday afternoon. That way you and dad could have the evening to relax.” You tell her, letting her pull Ren from your arms and gave her a half hug.

“Don’t worry about it. Me and your father have decided to close the shop Sunday and Monday. So, we can keep him, and I’ll walk him to school.” She waves off your words, looking down at Ren with a smile. He was staring off into space, absentmindedly swinging his and his grandmother’s hand. When she looked back toward you, you were wearing a look of worry, and she waves you off again, “Don’t give me that look. It’s nothing. Your father wanted to take Ren fishing Sunday, and you know with his hip and leg, he won’t be able to move much the next day. Plus, he didn’t want me to open and work the shop alone. He ran the numbers and found it won’t hurt us to be closed a day or two. So stop that worrying now.”

You gave her a doubtful look, not sure if you should believe her or not. Your parents have been running the small restaurant since before you were even born, it was only closed a total of six times in your life. Your birth, when you got appendicitis, important school events like graduation, and the day that Ren was born.

“Besides, I’m sure you would like to spend some extra time with your boyfriend without worrying about Ren here,” She whispers, making sure that Ren was still off in his own world before speaking. This only earned a sigh from you.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Mom, it’s nothing like that at all. He’s a friend and neighbor who helps me out with Ren sometimes,” You shake your head, keeping your own voice low but you wouldn’t look at her. “I don’t want Ren to get the wrong idea about us.”

“You mean, you don’t want to get attached,” She challenges, straightening her back, and this made you look at her, feeling like you were looking at your future self. “I don’t mean or want to sound cruel, but as a single mother, your chances at finding a husband is slim. Most men wouldn’t look at you twice once they learn about Ren, and this man looks at you like you walk on water. I wouldn’t ignore that if I was you.”

“Thanks for that Mom,” Your voice had a dry tone to it, shaking your head again and adjusted your bag onto your shoulder. “He doesn’t look at me in anyway, nor is there anything between us. He’s my neighbor and a friend.”

“Mmmhmm, I made you some dishes, and they are right there,” She points toward the bright pink bundle on the ground next to your front door. Filled with containers of different foods your mother would make you. Always making enough that you didn’t have to worry too much about cooking through the week. “I was going to put everything away, but Ren’s things were already packed. If nothing is going on, then I would be concerned that he has such easy access to your apartment.”

“Me and Ren have just as easy access to his too.” You cross your arms, trying to not show that your statement was not helping your case whatsoever.

“You must be very good friends then,” Your mother quipped, and it was then Ren snapped out of his daydream with a look of confusion. “I’d call you later, but I am sure you will be busy.”

“Mom!” You gasped, as the two of them started down the stairs.

“Bye Mama!” Ren called out, and you had to lean over the railing to make sure he saw you waving.

“Bye Ren baby. Bye Mom.” You yell out before turning to look toward Jeonghan’s closed apartment door. Your mother didn’t know what she was talking about.

There was a knock a few hours later, a soft one that Jeonghan was surprised he was able to hear over the music. Pausing the random song that was playing on his Spotify, the dark haired man stopped briefly to check his reflection in the mirror. Making sure his clothes didn’t have any stains on them, his hair wasn’t too wild, and that he looked good before opening the door. Knowing full well who was on the other side.

In attempts to look cool and sexy, he leaned his arm against the doorframe while wearing his best lazy smirk. Bottom lips between his teeth, and his eyes raking over his guest with interest.

“Stop trying to look cool, you look silly.” You tease, making his eyes look back up to your smiling face, though he wanted to go back to checking you out in the little black tank dress you were wearing. It was one of the ones you would wear when you were home, along with your favorite fluffy bunny slippers. The way it clung to your body made him nearly lose his mind, and it was so easy to slip off you. In one hand you had your phone, and in the other was a six pack of his favorite beer.

Holding up the case of beer, you spoke again proudly, “See, told you I would bring the beer tonight.”

If it was anyone else who told him that he looked silly, Jeonghan may have had a smartass remark ready, or even would return the joke with a more brutal comment about their appearance, but with you, he couldn’t bring himself to. Instead, he just let out a small laugh as he let you into his apartment but grasped your wrist when you went to walk past him, likely to the kitchen to put the beer away, to make you face him.

The smile on your face softened to a sultry smile, one that didn’t help his sanity one bit, before you closed the distance to kiss him. Quick, but it made him want to grab the back of your head to pull you into another. One that would involve his tongue teasing yours and would probably cause you to drop what was in your hands, but he let you go instead, not wanting to clean up broken glass and spilled beer. Letting you continue your journey into his kitchen to put the beer away. Sans the two that you kept out for you both to drink.

His dark eyes followed you as you walked, loving the way your hips naturally swayed or how the dress hugged your ass. Heat rushed over his body straight to his cock when you bent forward to put the beers away, the dress riding up only slightly to give him more of a glimpse of your thighs.

He couldn’t fucking wait to pull it off you.

“Did you help Ren pack his things today?” You asked him when he joined you into the kitchen, handing him a now open beer. Your phone left upright on the counter, only ever close in case there was an emergency with Ren.

“Yeah, he wanted to show me his new dinosaur collection that you got him, so I figured might as well do it while we were at it. One less thing for you or your mom to worry about,” He answers with a shrug, before looking at you with a look of concern, trying to not show a small wave of panic rushed through him. “Was that okay?”

“More than okay.” You tell him, taking a swig of your own beer while leaning against the kitchen counter. Jeonghan moves to join you, taking another swig. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to though. I don’t expect anything like that from you. Just watching him when I need it is enough.”

“Just that?” Jeonghan questioned you, the bottle barely brushed against his lips, looking at you from the corner of his eyes. Setting your beer bottle down, you push off the counter and stood in front of him.

That sultry smile back on your face, your hands reaching out to touch his chest and the tips of your fingers brushed over the skin that was exposed under his oversized button up. Enjoying that he would leave the several buttons undone, making it easy for you to tease the exposed skin. Soon your arms around his neck, and he moves his beer to the counter to place his on your hips. Bunching your dress in his fists, pulling it up enough that the bottom curve of your ass was exposed.

“When it comes to him, yes. However, for me…” You drop your gaze down to his lips, and Jeonghan’s grip tightened on the stretched fabric of your dress. He held his breath as he watched you move your lips closer to his, heart pounding in his ears every time you were this close to him. He wanted you to run your fingers through his dark hair, commenting how much it has grown since you met, and that you loved the length. The hair barely brushing the bottom of his neck.

He wanted you to tell him how much you wanted him. How much you missed his touch. He just wanted you to tell him anything so you would keep touching him and he kept touching you.

“For you what?” The was a husky tone to his voice.

“Well, for one, there is so much you could be doing to me right now.” Your voice was low, almost a whisper and fuck did it feel like silk wrapping around him like a blanket. Your breath hitting his lips, and he could smell the little bit of beer you drank but he didn’t care. He wanted you to tell him so he could act on it. “And with those things, I expect plenty of orgasms for both parties involved. I heard that the neighbor isn’t going to be home tonight, so we know she won’t be making any noise complaints.”

This made him laugh, since you were the neighbor, a smile on his face that one was designated for you, before kissing you. He loosens his grip on your dress to move one up to the back of your neck, the other staying on your hip. Your own hands moved to cup his face, your tongues gently teased each other’s. A low moan starting to erupt from the back of your throat.

It ignited a fire inside him, his craving to have you taking hold. He wanted you in so many ways that night, and well into the morning. To pull you back into bed when you try to slip out and back to your apartment, trying to claim that you needed to get things done while Ren wasn’t home. Except you never resisted when he did pull you back into the comforts of his arms and his blankets. Starting all over again.

Both of you never able to feel sated long, continuing to chase that feeling well into the morning. Keep going until you were laying together, just staring at his ceiling. He didn’t think that nearly a year ago, that taking pity on a little boy sitting on the landing next to his apartment would bring him here. With you here in his arms, and the happiest he has ever been. All thanks to you and Ren.

The only thing that he would make him even happier, and wished different was your relationship. Or lack thereof. You were neighbors/friends with benefits, two people who found friendship and the comfort of being in each other’s. Nothing more than that.

Ren didn’t know about the two of you, nor did you want him to know. You didn’t want to confuse your son, and that effectively cutting off the possibility of anything more than this.

If this was all you were able to offer, then he would take what he could get.

**almost a year ago**

“You need to fucking talk to her about this shit, not me.” Jeonghan scolded into the phone, absolutely over his best friend calling to complain about his girlfriend and the problems they were having. Problems that could easily be solved by just fucking talking. It was driving him nuts. “At this point, I can’t stand either of you. I am honestly considering changing my damn fucking number.”

Jeonghan loved his best friend more than words could describe, he hated watching him and the girl of his dreams have issues, but he could only hear so much. Especially when the other man wouldn’t take his, Seungcheol’s, or anyone else’s in the group’s advice. Which was just be honest and talk to her. What he would give for a night without hearing Joshua’s problems.

It wasn’t a good look on his usually calm and collected friend and took away from Jeonghan’s all-round cranky glory. It was quite annoying as much as he felt for him and was honestly just effecting his own mood.

“Blah blah blah. Call Coups about this. Maybe you’ll finally take his advice instead.” Jeonghan snapped, fed up about hearing it any longer, and hung up on the other man as he reached his door. “Fucking stubborn ass couple. They’re meant for each other.”

He was so focused on his call and the desire to get into his apartment with a cold beer that he didn’t see the young boy sitting against the wall next to his door. It wasn’t until he went to put in his code that he noticed him, probably no older than seven or eight, with a manga open in his lap. Except the boy wasn’t reading, he was just watching Jeonghan with curiosity. His bangs were falling over his eyes and the glasses he was wearing, still in his school uniform.

He had seen him a few times in passing. His neighbor’s kid.

“What are you doing out here?” Jeonghan found himself asking without thought, his hand still hovering over the keypad. The boy continued to watch him for a moment before finally speaking.

“My mom told me that the battery died on the lock’s keypad, and she’s not able to change it until tonight, so I needed to remember my key.” The boy answered, before looking down sheepishly at his book. “But I forgot them when I left for school this morning. And she’s still at work.”

“Why don’t you go to her work?”

“It’s far away and I don’t know how to get there.”

“And you can’t call her?”

“I’m seven. I don’t have a phone.” He answered, and Jeonghan let out a soft chuckle. He had him there.

“She gonna be home soon?” Jeonghan didn’t know why he was talking to the boy, or even why he even cared so much, but there was something about him that struck something in him. Not liking the idea of him sitting out on the landing until his mom got home. The boy looked at his watch.

“It’s four-thirty, she doesn’t get home until six.” He tells him. If he remembered correctly, primary school students get out around one in the afternoon. Has he been out here this whole time?

Now he really didn’t feel comfortable leaving him out there alone.

“How long you been out here?”

“Not long. I went to play with my friend Soobin at the park for a bit, but he had to go home to help with his baby sisters. He has three!” He held up three fingers, “I didn’t remember that the lock was dead until I got home, or I would have asked him if I could go with him. I managed to get some of my homework done though.”

“Well, if you want, you can come hang out with me until she gets home. Use my phone to call her,” The dark haired man then offered, and the boy watched him carefully. Clearly weighing his options and trying to gauge if it was wise to go into a strangers apartment. Even if it was his neighbor.

Jeonghan didn’t think he was giving off any creeper vibes, but he couldn’t fault the boy for considering his choices. Sure that his mom had educated him to be weary to strangers.

“You promise to not kill me?” He then asked, and this made Jeonghan snort a laugh. Simply because he was caught off by the question.

“I promise that I won’t kill you, kid.” He assured, and the boy scrambled to his feet, grabbing his backpack in the process to follow Jeonghan into the apartment. The moment he had walked through the threshold of Jeonghan’s, his eyes grew wide at the different kinds of posters, figures, model vehicles and buildings, and other things that he loved to collect. Closing the door behind them both, Jeonghan pulled his messenger bag off and moved toward the kitchen. “You got a name?”

“Of course I do!” The boy chuckled, turning away from one of the large displays to look at the older man. “My name is Ren.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jeonghan.” He turned to pull out a couple of sodas out of the fridge. “Thirsty?”

After getting them both drinks, Jeonghan gave Ren his phone to try and call his mom to let her know where he was but only got her voicemail. He left one and the two of them hung out for that hour and a half, with Jeonghan checking periodically to see if his mom had made it home yet. It wasn’t until six-twenty when she had trudged up the steps. Exhaustion and what looked like defeat playing over her features, bag nearly falling off her shoulder, and a large bag of takeaway in her hands.

Clear signs she already was having a long day.

She looked relieved to see Ren when he came out of Jeonghan’s apartment, looking like the weight lifted off her when she saw him. Setting the bags down, she engulfed the boy into a tight hug, and just watching the two made Jeonghan smile. Then she looked up and met his eyes, and the world around him shifted. Everything else disappeared and it was only her. You.

It was the night you and Ren walked into his life.

Your eyes felt like they were permanently rolled back as Jeonghan’s cock thrusted into you, filling you and hitting the right spots from this angle. Legs hooked at the bend of his arms, pressing you flat into his mattress, completely open at his mercy. Being filled over and over by his thick cock, bare and felt every inch. It was heaven to you have him inside you like this, your moans and whimpers of his name and praises louder as they were mixed with breathless curses.

Truthfully, it was an incredibly stupid move on both your parts, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care. Too lost in each other’s bodies, too busy trying to reach peak after peak together. Ones that no one had ever brought you to, let alone putting you ahead of their own, instead of leaving you behind.

Jeonghan’s eyes stayed fixed on your face, his own moans leaving him with his own string of words. Validation while mixing traces of names that would otherwise offend you, encouragement as he watches you come undone under him. Telling you how good you were for him, how gorgeous you looked taking him the way he had you. Begging you to cum for him, that he wanted to feel you around his cock. Coating it with your own release.

“Where do you want me to cum, baby?” His question sounded a little strained, before letting out a moan that sounded like beautiful music; melodies that were only meant for you. You watch his bottom lip find its way firmly between his teeth, his face unable to hide how good you felt, how good he felt as your orgasm rushed over you. Clinging to him that brought him closer to his.

“In… Inside… please…” You pant out, not wanting him to cum anywhere else. Jeonghan and you had only been with each other since starting this, the last time you were with anyone else was three years previous, and you both were clean. You were on birth control, and it wasn’t like this was the first time he had finished in you.

It was a regular thing.

You had to admit it too, you loved the feeling of being full of him, even after he pulls out of you. It felt like he was leaving his claim in you without the world needing to see. That in a way you were his. Something that only the two of you shared, and it was the closest you would allow yourself with him.

His mouth captures yours into a kiss, tongues tangling, as he picks up his pace. With each thrusts growing sloppier and more desperate. Pulling away, Jeonghan’s forehead pressed up against yours, his eyes squeezed shut as he filled you. Coating your inner walls with stripes of his cum and refused to slow down until he had nothing left to empty in you. Leaving you full like you wanted.

Something he loved doing just as much as you loved him doing it to you.

Unhooking his arm from one of your legs, the dark haired man’s hand reached to cup your face, both of you trying to steady your breathing. Strands of hair tickling your skin as you stayed that way, neither of you making any moves to detach yourselves from each other. Staying attached while you both came down.

It was you who opened your eyes first, seeing him with his own shut but his face was now relaxed instead of the look of pleasurable concentration he originally had. There was a sheen of sweat over your skins, and you’re spent for the moment. Both of you trying to grasp for your bearings. This wasn’t the last time that night you were going to be in this position, or any other one for that matter, or even well into the morning.

Around Ren, the both of you were able to keep your hands to yourselves, giving off the illusion that you were just friendly neighbors. But he was gone to your parents, and it was just the two of you, it was a different story. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other, only able to go so long without going at it again. With all it taking is a simple look from you, the tips of Jeonghan’s fingers brushing over your skin just right, or when either of your lips would find a weak spots. Ready for each other quickly.

“I got to pee,” You finally broke the blissful silence, your body being the one to decide that it was time to part. Jeonghan made a noise of protest but reluctantly agreed.

Both of you groaned when Jeonghan finally pulled away from you, sensitive to the touch, before flipping onto his back to stare at the ceiling while you got up to hurry to the bathroom. He joined you a few minutes later after you finished cleaning yourself up, to do the same for himself.

“You hungry?” He asked once the two of you were now relaxing comfortably back on his sofa, you back in your dress (just no underwear), and him in a T-shirt and boxers. You had barely taken a swig of a freshly open beer, and not getting a chance to respond before he had his phone out to pull up the delivery app. Checking out all the options available.

“I can eat.” You answer him, picking up the remote that he had tossed to you. Letting you pick what to watch against his better judgement. “What were you thinking?”

“If I felt like leaving, I would suggest we check out this little food stand that my friend Mingyu knows of. He’s been talking about taking all of the guys for over a year now but disappears to go see his girlfriend before the nights over. It’s only open a few hours a night, but we been drinking and I don’t feel like walking. I am sure you don’t either.” He then shot a glance toward you, his eyes raking over your frame with a smirk, “I also plan to have that dress off you again and keep it off you for the rest of the night. Plus it’s cold so that would mean more clothes to pull off you.”

“That is a lot of reasons to not go. I’m good with whatever you want.” You nodded, flipping through the different apps to find something to watch. Pretending to not see the mock dirty look he gave you, since he knew full well that you had every intentions on having him choose. In the entire time you had been seeing each other, he had yet to pick something that you didn’t like and vice versa. Well unless it’s your taste in movies or television according to him, but for the most part, you trusted his judgement. “You have any idea of what you want to watch?”

“I’m good with whatever you want.” Jeonghan retorted back, and you shot him your own look, seeing the playful smirk playing over his lips; ordering from the same little restaurant that you always ordered from. “No fun, is it?”

“You have good taste in food, while you tell me I have bad taste in movies and T.V.” You retort, earning a chuckle from him. “You can’t complain on what I pick then.”

“Of course, I can. I can complain all I want. Maybe so much to the point you will need to sit on my face to shut me up.” The way his tongue ran over his lips as the smirk switched from a playful one to a suggestive one, adding a wiggle to his brows. This made you snort before bumping his shoulder.

“I think the term is ‘kiss me to shut me up.’” You tell him as he turns his phone toward you to make sure you were okay with what he was ordering, which you nod your approval. He places the order.

“I mean, technically I am telling you to kiss me. Just with your other lips.” This time he earned a smack on the shoulder, a gentle one, but he still feigned injured. Only he wasn’t able to hold back his laughter as he tossed his phone onto the coffee table and grabbed the remote from you. “I’ve reconsidered letting you pick.”

**November**

“You didn’t call me back last night.” Joshua spoke up after swallowing a mouth full of ramen, looking up toward Jeonghan from across the table. It was their weekly dinner with their other friend, Seungcheol. So far the conversation consisted mostly about Joshua and his girlfriend getting back together, or Seungcheol complaining over work and wedding planning.

Jeonghan, however, had just stayed quiet and listened to the conversations in front of him with very little interest. Focusing mostly on his food and his fourth beer of the night. He gave his input when needed, which was mostly a snide comment or when a call out was needed, but he kept to himself mostly.

“And you still haven’t answered my texts from two weeks ago, but here you are responding to Luci’s messages in front of me. I would say me not calling you back is pretty damn warranted. So, what’s your point?” Jeonghan shot back, catching the way his best friend’s skin tinted a little red at the call out. Seungcheol could only watch the exchange, gauging the situation and Jeonghan’s temperament while chewing his food.

Jeonghan wasn’t just withdrawn at this dinner, but it has been going on for the last month and a half. Especially after his birthday, and this had not gone unnoticed by the other members of their friend group. Choosing to stay home more than usual or appeared checked out when he was around them. At least more checked out than usual. Always appearing to be lost in thought with whatever it was that had been on his mind. Which he was.

You had been pulling more overtime at work to cover a coworkers workload while they were on vacation, so you were working late until they had gotten back. Even having you go in on your days off to keep up with it, which made it hard to match up with Jeonghan’s own schedule. Making it harder to see each other.

Ren had been staying at your parents’ more, either staying late or just staying over completely most night, so Jeonghan had not gotten to really see either of you. Going from seeing each other near daily.

You and him did your best to work something out, but it didn’t feel the same. Instead of spending your free evenings and days off together, enjoying beers and each other’s companies, it was quickies before you had to get some sleep or if Ren was there. Trying to be quick in case he woke up to catch Jeonghan slipping from your bedroom.

What didn’t help was you weren’t feeling well either, unsure if it was a stomach bug, stress from work, or something else entirely. Jeonghan had considered the possibility, and considered bringing this up to you, but he wasn’t sure it that was something to casually ask between quick hellos on the landing or quick hooks ups where the main goal was to just cum. Eventually, he just went with the idea it was likely from stress with work.

Though the thought did linger at times.

But it ended up putting Jeonghan in a bad mood. He missed you. Missed both you and Ren. It put him in such a funk that he didn’t want to go out or really do anything for that matter, just sit around and mope. Hell, he didn’t even want to be at this dinner with the other two ninety-fivers of the group, but he needed to get out of his apartment. Do something other than wait around hoping he would get a text that you were coming over or you would knock at his door.

“You doing okay, Hanni?” Seungcheol then asks, and Jeonghan only sat back from his meal, grabbing his beer to drink in the process.

“Have you ever thought, I know it’s a hard concept for both of you, that maybe that I just don’t feel like talking? I been recording guides all day for other artists instead of recording and releasing my own music. Maybe I just want to rest my voice.” He didn’t stop the annoyance from coming through either, the other two men just watched him pull his phone out.

Acting like he was checking notifications, but really he was opening and checking your messages. Stupidly hoping for a text from you. It was pathetic.

Only the last text that he had gotten from you was telling him to enjoy dinner with the guys and that you were having an early night. Ren was with your parents that weekend, like he usually was, and you had refused to let Jeonghan cancel his plans to spend the evening with you or even come after he finishes up. Stating you were beyond exhausted and still was not feeling too well. Work had taken it out of you more that week than usual and was worried you would bore him with how much of a dud you were feeling.

Which would be so far from the truth, because if it was, he wouldn’t be looking at his phone constantly. Hoping from a text from you to come over. He didn’t give a shit about having sex, it was nice, but he just wanted to see you and maybe fall asleep with you in his arms. Just so he could wake up next to you the next morning. He just wanted to spend time with you, have you around him. This new arrangement was eating at him.

It went from the two of you seeing each other regularly, spending nearly every weekend together, to quick hookups, hellos on the landing, or an exchange of flirty/risqué texts. It was selfish of him to feel this wasn’t enough, finding himself spoiled for getting as much as you as he did. Especially when you weren’t even his. Fuck did he miss you.

“That’s you normally, but nothing like this.” It was Joshua that answered this time, and Jeonghan went to shoot daggers toward him until he saw the genuine concern over his best friends features. It was written over Seungcheol’s too. “You’re more withdrawn than usual, and more irritable then normal. We all have noticed this change. What’s wrong?”

“Why does there have to be something wrong for me to be in a bad mood? I could have slept wrong, or the barista this morning could have fucked up on my coffee order. I could be in a bad mood for the hell of it. Doesn’t mean that something has to be wrong.” Jeonghan closed his phone as he says this, tossing it onto the table with more vigor then he intended, knocking over an empty beer bottle in the process, “Don’t read too much into that.”

“And I am in love with Coups.” Joshua retorted back, earning a look from Seungcheol as if asking why he used that as a response. The other two just ignored him as they continued their back and forth.

“Luci is going to be very disappointed since you two barely got back together. Pretty sure Meg is gonna fight you for Coups here.” Jeonghan didn’t miss a beat, showing he was still on the ball and not that distracted. Joshua and Seungcheol only rolled their eyes at this, while he let out a proud chuckle at the comment. “I would pay money to watch a showoff between them and you two. My money is on them though.”

“Yeah, yeah. You just want us to get our asses kicked by our girls. In all seriousness, though, we are a little worried about you. Both of us know that you aren’t normally in this much of a funk unless something was bothering you.” Seungcheol pointed out before signaling to have a few more beers delivered to the table. “It is work? Family? Girl Problems…Guy? Problems?”

“Nothing is wrong.” Jeonghan sighed, finishing his beer before setting the empty bottle back onto the table, wondering if he really should say something about you and Ren. How he’s been casually sleeping with you for seven months, how perfect you are to him, how much he likes being around your kid. How he’s both the happiest and the unhappiest he has ever been, because he fucked up and fell in love with you. Was he even ready to say it out loud? “I’m just tired, okay? You’re making me regret not bailing on you guys.”

“Liar. If nothing is wrong, then why do you keep checking messages between you and this Baby?” The oldest of the three asked, placing one of the freshly delivered beers in front of him, and Jeonghan’s whipped his head toward him. Eyes wide. The normal cool demeanor briefly shattering at the mention of your nickname in his phone, giving himself away before he could recover. “So, it is…”

“It’s not. She’s literally no one.” The words were so bitter on his tongue, a blatant lie because he was panicking. He had wondered if he should tell them, but now that the moment had presented himself, he realized he couldn’t do it. What would he even say anyways? That he made what should be an easy arrangement more complicated? That you didn’t want anything more than what you had.

No, he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t face that look of pity from either of his friends. That he was pathetic to put that as your name in his phone and now was backed into a corner.

“If she’s no one, then why is her name that in your phone?” Joshua asked, and Jeonghan now wouldn’t look at either of them. All the color appeared to be drained from him, his mind scrambling.

“She is no one. Just someone I fuck on occasion,” He hated the words that came out of his mouth, even if you were someone he was fucking, but you were so much more than that. It made him feel like shit saying those things and maybe it would have been better if he just was honest. To say the words at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t do that. So he did what he did best. Deflect. “How about you two worry and focus on your own shit then try and pry into my private life because you think you know what’s going on. If I have anything important to tell you, trust me, I would fucking tell you. Nosey ass bastards.”

“You’re an asshole most of the time, but fuck are you a mother fucker when you’re like this.” Seungcheol shook his head while Joshua did the same, finishing his beer in front of him before standing. “Whatever you and this Baby has going on, do what we kept telling Shua with Luci. Fix it, or whatever, because you are unbearable right now.”

“You’re leaving?” Joshua asked, sounding surprised, and Seungcheol nodded.

“Yeah, Meg is waiting for me so I can help her with the guest list and seating arrangements. I am already pushing it by having another beer.” Seungcheol pulled on his jacket and before patting Jeonghan’s shoulder to show there were no hard feelings, but just hard enough to drill in he still thought he was an asshole. “Dinner is on me, my friends. You know where to find me if you need me. Whether I will be brain dead from all this planning is up to fate.”

With that, Seungcheol bid them both a goodbye before exiting the restaurant. Leaving the two men at the table, while Jeonghan didn’t attempt to look toward Joshua. He knew that if he did, he would be met with a look from his best friend, and he might spill everything. He couldn’t and wouldn’t do it.

Joshua already had enough on his plate then to sit around and listen to the problems he created himself. Him and his girlfriend barely got back together and were still working on their relationship. Him, Jihoon, and Hansol were helping their youngest Chan on his new album, and he was looking for a new place since his lease was up at the end of the year. Even with all that going on, he knew that Joshua would take on Jeonghan’s plight while shouldering his own. Try to help him find a solution, and he didn’t want that. He didn’t want his help.

Jeonghan had been the one that everyone in their large friend group would go to, he was the problem solver as much as he was an instigator. He wasn’t used to being the one who needed to go to someone for his problems, even to his best friend. He planned to just shoulder it all, since there was nothing to help with anyways. What the two of you had was all he was going to get, and he couldn’t lose that.

“Want to go back to my apartment to hang out? Get wasted and watch T.V.?” Joshua then asked, and that was when Jeonghan looked at him. The other man had sensed his reluctance to talk so he wasn’t going to push, even if he was wanting to know what was wrong, and if it had anything to do with this Baby. But he wasn’t going to make Jeonghan tell him anything he wasn’t ready to say. Instead he offered something that he could get onboard with.

Jeonghan’s eyes flickered to his phone, checking one final time to see if you had texted, but there was nothing. Maybe you actually were asleep, and maybe a night away from the apartment might do him some good. Not sure if he wanted to spend another night knowing you were only on the other side alone in your own bed.

Passing out drunk in a random spot at his best friends sounded a hell of a lot better than falling asleep holding one of his pillows. Wishing it was you.

“Sure, why not.”

The timer ticked down painfully slow, seconds feeling like an eternity each, and all you could do was pace through your living room. Trying to hold down the vomit that was threatening to come up, this time from nerves and stress of waiting for you to be told what you already knew. It took everything in you not to throw up.

The sound of your phone then sounded off from the bathroom, the chosen sound blaring indicating that the countdown was now at zero.

You didn’t actually need to see the results though, you didn’t need to look at the two sticks on the counter waiting for you. Waiting to confirm a cruel fate. You had been through it nine years previous, knowing your body well enough to feel this change, but instead of listening, you chose to be in fucking denial. That your body was just playing tricks on you, and you weren’t. You prayed that you weren’t.

Even though you knew you were.

If only you could go back. Go back all those weeks and do it differently. Not be idiots and wear a fucking condom. Or fucking remembered that you missed a few days of pills the week before. You wouldn’t be in this situation.

The sound of your alarm continued to sound off as you stared into the bathroom from where you were rooted, staring at the counter that was awaiting your fate. You never been so scared to step through that threshold, just to see a word and a set of lines mocking you.

“Just fucking rip the band aid off,” You tell yourself softly, taking a few deep breaths and tried to swallow the lump and bile that was sitting in your throat. “Maybe it’s all in your head, and you’re just fucking insane. It’s all from stress is all. Or just confirm that we are both fucking stupid idiots.”

You wish that since you were already suspecting it, that it wouldn’t feel like a punch to the chest, but it was. That word and two very clear lines mocked you worse then you thought they would, like some sick twisted joke.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, and this time you couldn’t hold back the sick that was coming now, finding yourself hunched over the toilet. Emptying the little contents you had in your stomach.

This couldn’t be happening again. You couldn’t possibly be that stupid to do this to yourself again. You should have been more careful, you should have remembered that you had forgotten to take them a few days the week before and taken the precautions. Both of you should have thought to use protection.

But you didn’t and now here you were.

Pregnant again. This time with someone you weren’t even in a relationship with and was your fucking neighbor.

Jeonghan is galaxies better than Ren’s father ever was and will be. He treated you and your son well even though he didn’t have to, but that didn’t make him yours. He couldn’t ever be yours, like you couldn’t be his. You drew that line when this all started, you were clear that this was nothing more than a good time. You both agreed. It protected everyone that way. Or at least it did.

You both got too comfortable with each other, threw out rules that was set when this all started. God sloppy and too trusting of each other. To trusting of yourselves.

You didn’t how the fuck you were going to tell him, or how he was going to react to this. He had put his trust in you, and you fucked it. You and your stupid ass desire to have him cum in you. That little claim that wasn’t for the world to see will be making itself known.

There wasn’t much in your stomach to begin with, having not been able to stomach anything other than a donut that morning in the office, so you ended up mostly dry heaving and once you managed to stop you found yourself falling back against the bathroom wall. Breaking down and you sunk to the ground. Not knowing what to do, not knowing how to take this information. You didn’t know how you were going to tell your parents, family, or even Ren.

You didn’t want your son to know what was going on with you and Jeonghan. You didn’t want him to think it was going to be anything that it was. You didn’t want to give him hope. He adored the dark haired man so much, and you didn’t want to set him up for disappointment. Now you were going to have to tell him he was going to have a sibling. And that Jeonghan was the father.

Jeonghan… fuck. The very thought of him caused you to spiral more, unable to even know how you were going to begin to tell him. How was he going to take this? Did he even want to be a father? Neither of you ever touched on that topic, it felt like it was building possible expectations that you couldn’t deliver. You told yourself that this didn’t matter to what you were doing, you weren’t going to spend forever together.

But it did.

Everything was changing, and you were hating it. This temporary change with your hours was already terrible and you couldn’t wait for it to go back to normal. Where you got to spend your nights without Ren with Jeonghan, feeling like you were more than just a mother, and truly seen. You were someone when you were around him. You were you. And now you were going to lose that.

You didn’t want to think about that, you didn’t want to think about the pain in your chest at the idea of losing him or doing all this over again. Broken and alone.

The very thought made you want to vomit all over again.

**Seven months ago**

“I’ll be by Sunday after work to get Ren.” You tell your mother, walking her and Ren out of your apartment, handing off his bags to her. Jeonghan had just reached the landing, appearing to be getting home from work, as you were giving your goodbyes.

“Hello, Mr. Jeonghan!” Ren called out with excitement at the sight of the dark haired man, a large smile on his young face. Jeonghan returned the greeting with a smile of his own, and a ruffle of the boy’s hair as they pass. You stood there at your door watching them disappear down the steps. Ren telling your mother all about your neighbor and his cool apartment.

“Kid-free weekend?” Jeonghan asked leaning against his door frame, his arms crossed as he watches you mimic his stance to face him. Taking in the way his dark brown hair fell over his eyes, then over his beautiful face, noticing a little mole on his cheek. He was in loose fitting pants and a black shirt, oversized on his lithe frame, and his messenger bag lazily hanging off his shoulder. There wasn’t anything special about how he looked, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“Yeah, sorta. I have to work early Sunday,” You answer him, and he nods, “It does give me a break though. Plus, my parents love having him over, and would take him every weekend if I let them.”

“Got any plans? Hot date?” He teases, and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Oh totally. I have them beating the door down. Nah, just a couple of beers, enough food from my mom to feed an army, and maybe a really bad movie or two. Just relax.” You tap your chin, as if you were pondering how many movies to watch; conveniently leaving out the plans you had with your vibrator since you had the apartment to yourself. “What about you?”

“Same. Except the food is going to be takeout, and the movie or two will be just Youtube.” He shrugs, a lazy smile playing over his lips, and you pushed your tongue into your cheek. “Had the chance to go out with some friends, but something was telling me that staying home sounded like a better idea.”

You watch him, catching the way his eyes dropped down to your green tank, and how it was showing more cleavage then you had intended. He didn’t hide the way he licked his lips at the sight of them, before reconnecting eye contact. There was a flirt to his words, it had been the last few times you had ran into each other on the landing. It was subtle at first, but now it was becoming more obvious. An invitation, as well as a request from you, and it made you consider a few things.

A very stupid idea.

“Oh, well, I was just going to see if you wanted to join me. I got plenty of beer, and enough food to feed an army. Maybe save you a some won, and have a home cooked meal. It’ll also be less food to throw out.” You suggest slowly, the offer lacing through your words, and were ringing loud and clear. “But I totally get wanting to stay home and becoming a vegetable.”

“What kind are you?”

“A potato,” You laugh with your answer.

“Nah, my friend Mingyu is. I wouldn’t say you were a vegetable, maybe something sweeter. A fruit maybe. Like a strawberry, or banana.” Jeonghan retorted, that tongue was now pressing against the corner of his mouth but did nothing to ruin or hide the lazy but flirty smile he was still wearing. “I said staying home from going out sounded better, but I didn’t have a specific home in mind, nor did I specify one. I’d love to hang out but let me get washed up and change. I’ll even bring dessert.”

“That actually works out for me. Ren left a disaster zone in there with his toys and books. And conveniently forgot to clean up like he was supposed to.” You confess, trying to not show you were a little embarrassed by it. Mess comes with kids, but it still felt embarrassing to admit. “I got to get that cleaned up, so maybe we can meet in an hour?”

“Sounds good. Meet you in an hour then.”

An hour later, Jeonghan was knocking at your door, with his own pack of beers and some ice cream that looked like he dug out of the back of his freezer. Ready to start the night. You two had spoken often on the landing, whenever you would run into each other, when Ren would find his way over to his apartment to hang out, or when he watched the boy a couple of times after that night you met. Friendly, with hidden tones of flirting, but you were not quite friends yet nor had you hung out past those chats.

It didn’t feel like it though, both quickly comfortable with each other, and settled into the evening like it was something that you had done all the time. He was easy for you to talk to, he listened while being full of stories over the years with his friends, and the flirting got heavier. Moving from subtle comments, to finding reasons to ‘brush’ up against each other.

The offer was there, it was written all over both of you with the way you looked at each other, so it wasn’t a surprise that by the time the first movie ended, he was face first between your thighs. Nor was it a surprise that he didn’t leave your apartment, mainly your bed, until well into the afternoon the next day. It quickly became a regular thing with the two of you. Spending a lot of your free nights together, with the agreement that Ren couldn’t find out and there was no possibility of something more.

The line was clear from the start. And it worked for you both, until you both started getting closer than just sex.

Some rules you agreed on were broken, you found yourself looking forward to being just in his arms, to just seeing him. It led you down a dangerous road. One where you were falling in love with him, which only opened you up to being hurt.

“Are you just getting home?” You stop at the top of the stairs when you caught sight of Jeonghan walking up them. Clothes wrinkled, and you didn’t recognize the shirt that he was wearing; it was actually Joshua’s because he spilt beer all over himself. Hair was shoved under a beanie, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

He looked like he had a wild night out and was doing some kind of walk of shame. The idea didn’t sit right in your gut, briefly considering this notion that he had spent the night in someone else’s bed since he couldn’t spend it in yours. It made you sick to your stomach, but you had to push that down. Even if he did, it shouldn’t matter to you because you weren’t together. It wasn’t your business, nor was it your right to feel anyway about it.

“Went back to Shua’s after dinner. Got pretty drunk and passed out on his living room floor. He passed out in the tub. It was brilliant,” Jeonghan chuckled as he reaches the top step, before rotating his shoulder slightly. Over exaggerating his wince from the sore muscles. “Not the most comfortable though. I’m so sore.”

“Well, you’re not in your early twenties anymore. Hit the age twenty-nine and you might as well be in your thirties.” You answer with a chuckle, and you didn’t miss how his hand almost reached for you. Whenever you tease him in the comforts of your apartment, Jeonghan would like to grab your wrist to pull you into his chest so he could tickle your sides until you begged him to stop; only stopping with a payment of a kiss.

But this isn’t the inside of your apartments, this is the landing in front of them. Even if you were the only two apartments on this floor, it wasn’t like a neighbor would see either of you, but it crossed one of the many lines you drew. One of the few lines you held firm too. Going out to dinner or somewhere to hang out was one thing, something friends do, but touching, holding hands, or even kissing was only for the apartments.

You knew he hated it, and you did too, but you already let too many lines get blurred. Putting you in this exact position you are in now.

“True, I think I might need a massage though,” He teases back, the flirty suggestion heavy in his tone until he saw you were dressed in a pair of jeans, a black shirt, boots, and your large winter jacket; instead of your usual little tank dress you wore when home. You had your bag hanging from your shoulder, and an earbud in, the other in your hand. “Where you going?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I… I have some errands I got to run, and then I’m gonna help my mom out with the restaurant for a few hours. Dad’s hips acting up where he can hardly move and the most he can do is run the till.” You scramble to give him an answer, unable to tell him the truth just yet, and Jeonghan caught that you wouldn’t meet his gaze. The made him take a chance to reach for your forward to catch your chin. Tilting your head up, he made you look at him. Your eyes meeting and you had to look away quickly, scared he would know just by your eyes. “Jeonghan… not here…”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked, and you nod a little too quickly. Too quickly and it looked like he was having a hard time believing you. At all. The doubt was heavy in his voice as he said your name softly, and you tried to look everywhere but him. “Why are you lying to me?”

“I actually don’t need to tell you when I come and go, or where I go, it’s not really your business and should be happy I fucking tell you anything.” You grimace as you instantly regretted snapping at him like that, more so when you saw the taken aback look on his face. “I’m sorry. I’m not in the best of moods. I didn’t sleep very well last night, and I wasn’t exactly planning to spend my day the way I am.”

“If you aren’t feeling good still, then you need to stay home. Not push yourself. It only prolongs getting better.” He tells you, his tone as tense as his jaw was at that moment. It was his turn to not look at you and you had to swallow back what felt like a fresh wave of tears. You thought you ran out of those hours ago.

“I’m okay, I promise. I actually have been feeling better, I have just been under a lot of stress with work and didn’t sleep well. I’m about to grab an energy drink at the store.” You cast a glance toward him, knowing that you were going to have to tell him as soon as possible. Even if you aren’t going to be in the right frame of mind, maybe spending an evening with him again will help. Maybe it will be easy to tell him. “Maybe if you are up to it, we can hang out when I get home… I miss hanging out with you.”

Jeonghan didn’t respond for a long moment, looking at a spot on the wall before turning toward you. Regarding you with a steady gaze, and you weren’t sure if he was considering your offer or if he was just trying to decide if he wanted to tell you to go fuck yourself. Which you deserved from your comment. Then he finally spoke, “I miss hanging out with you too.”

Hearing that almost broke you, your chest aching and bursting at the same time. He has told you this before in text, when you both were wishing each other a good night, but it was always different to hear him actually say the words. You needed to hear them, but with what you were going to be telling him when you did hang out, you wondered how much longer he would feel that way.

“Just text me when you get home,” He nodded as he spoke, his words and jaw were still tense, but at least he wasn’t refusing to see you. Reaching out, you squeezed his arm gently even though all you wanted to do was throw yourself into his arms. You let your touch linger for moments longer then you should’ve, eyes glossy. Jeonghan noticed this too, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” You answer, finally pulling your hand back, starting down the stairs. “I’ll text you when I’m home!”

You didn’t look back to see if he was still standing there, even though you wanted to.

You hurried through the crowded streets to your destination, trying to not run into anyone and spill the two hot drinks in your hands. You were late, running into Jeonghan had thrown you back several minutes and then the coffee shop you stopped at was packed, and it didn’t help your already guilty feeling mood. Your cousin was doing you a huge favor by opening the clinic for you and your predicament, after getting a panicked text from you once you were able to pull yourself up the floor. The least you could do was be on time.

“You’re late,” Wenhyun muttered when he unlocked the front of the clinic to let you in, his voice sounding more tired than annoyed. His short hair sticking in all directions, wearing a pair of track pants and a hoodie, and didn’t look like he owned the small clinic.

“I’m sorry, I got caught in line at the coffee shop. I texted you my ETA,” You retorted, handing him the hot coffee you had gotten him. The only payment he would accept from you, or any member of your family in fact. Originally you had texted him asking him if he had an opening that Monday, when the clinic was open, but he didn’t want to wait. “Thanks for seeing me. Are you sure you’re okay with seeing me today?”

“Shut up,” He mumbled motioning you to follow him to one of the examination rooms, drinking his coffee as he went, “My mom has been helping out through the week, and I am pretty sure you don’t want your parents to find out through her. It’s better this way, and she won’t see that your charts been pulled. Plus, if you break down and shit again, I can comfort you then have to rush you out or hide you in my office until after I see the next patient.”

Wenhyun was over ten years older than you, son to your mom’s older sister, but he was more of a big brother to you. He had been the one who had confirmed your pregnancy with Ren and saw what was happening with his dad before anyone else. He had also been the reason for where you were now, getting you and your son out of the situation you were in. Your apartment, your job, and even Ren’s tuition was because of him. You were the youngest of five cousins, with him being the oldest and by default like a leader of you all, and you were always his favorite of them all. Even his own siblings.

You barely sat your bag and hot tea down when he was shoving a cup in your hands.

“I don’t think I have to tell you what to do,” He points in the direction of the bathroom, cutting you off before you could even form the words, “From what you told me in that rushed ass text, date of conception, last missed period, the pregnancy tests we already know it’s very likely going to be positive. I still got to do my own test though. It also gives me time to finish get everything together. We’ll be doing an ultrasound too, but that’s gonna cost you.”

“How much is it going to cost?”

“I’d say you’re first born child, but Ren is a little too attached to you at this point, so I’ll just settle for another coffee. Now go,” Wenhyun waves you off, and you do as he requested. Returning a few minutes later with the cup partially filled and closed. “Go sit.”

You take a seat on the examination table, wringing your fingers together nervously.

“Who’s the guy?” Your cousin suddenly asked, his back to you but you knew what he was doing. Doing his own pregnancy test. “It’s not…”

“Oh, god no. I haven’t seen him since he tried to crash Ren’s sixth birthday. Last I heard he was bumming it somewhere in Busan with some woman, but that was almost a year ago. It’s…” You trailed off and he turns to look at you. There was a look of realization on it, because you never said out loud what the two of you were doing. Your mother had suspected, but you never said anything.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but can you at least tell me that you’re okay. And safe?” He didn’t push you, but there was worry written all over his features.

“I am more than safe, I’m the safest I probably have ever been when I am with him. I just… never actually told anyone about us,” You confess.

“Is he a secret boyfriend? Or a friend?” He took the chance to turn back around to check the results.

“I guess you can say he’s a friend, and also… my neighbor,” You said the last words slowly, and this time he whipped around with a look of shock.

“Excuse me,” You winced when your full name fell from his lips, in a shocked but scolding manner, “Are you actually telling me that you’re fucking sleeping with your neighbor?”

“Yeah?” Finally looking away from his disappointed gaze, “His name is Jeonghan. He helps me out with Ren sometimes, letting him hang out at his place on the days I’m running late from work, or if I have to work late and Mom can’t help keep an eye on him. He’s literally Ren’s favorite person in the world… and… he’s also mine. We been seeing and sleeping together for seven months now, mostly when Ren is at my parents. We’re normally pretty careful, but sometimes we…” You didn’t continue that sentence, sparing your cousin the details. He was still family after all, “Let’s just say we became Icarus after a few beers and flew too close to the sun.”

“I prescribe you birth control, don’t you take it consistently?”

“I normally do that too, but…”

“What? Forget because of life? Work? Stress?”

“Yeah…”

“While I do understand this, life can get hectic, it still isn’t a good enough excuse. As your doctor, I have to stress the importance of using protections. More than one form if needed, because I am about to confirm you are in fact pregnant!” He tells you, exasperation heavy with every word, and you could feel yourself deflating like a child in trouble, “From the information you provided me, I would put you at around twelve weeks. I’m gonna have to have you come in sometime this week to get blood tests. Fucking hell, why didn’t you come to me sooner?! When you started experiencing symptoms. Or even, I don’t know, when you missed your period?! Even if it was just to rule it out!”

“Because when the symptoms started, work started getting more hectic with Gunyu going on this month long cruise. I thought it was from stress,” You realize that all you were doing now was grasping at excuses at this point, and Wenhyun knew it too. You knew better, you should have ruled this out before anything else, but instead you chose to ignore the obvious. Trying to hide behind work, “Or I am just stupid.”

“You are stupid, but as your cousin, I need to think that” He retorts, and you give him a dirty look. “Does he know?”

“No,” You tell him, finally feeling your face wet from tears that were now falling involuntarily, “I only found out last night, and I saw him briefly in front of the apartments. Didn’t think ‘oh hey, how are you? I am heading to the clinic to confirm I am carrying your child, okay call you later!’ was a smart idea. I wanted to see you first about this before I tell him. I’m telling him tonight.”

“Are you in love with him?” This question took you off guard.

“We’re not together.”

“You don’t have to be with someone to be in love with them, don’t deflect. I asked, are you in love with him?”

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Ex-Sneaky Link!JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader

Adult AU, post season 4 by a year but I won’t be mentioning canon plot points bc of JJ’s s4 ending. Please point out any mistakes❤️

After months of hooking up with JJ in secret, you both began developing deep feelings for each other, but when his friends, Kie especially, learn of your relationship and plot on it’s downfall JJ leaves you reeling and confused as he enters a relationship with his best friend leaving you to wonder what you did to push him away so quickly. Unbeknownst to you however. the blonde was struggling more than he let on, wanting nothing more than to go his own path but feeling trapped with those who used to make him feel free. The only person he can think of now that makes him feel as open as he once did is….you.

Warnings: Angst, Emotional Cheating, ooc Kie(she really sucks for plot), Daddy issues mentioned, JJ’s confused asf.

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You jump as you step out of your bathroom to the sight of JJ Maybank sprawled across your bed spraying himself with your most expensive perfume.

“Jesus Jay you scared me, how did you get in here?” You ask, your voice breathless as you tug your fluffy robe over your revealing nightgown.

“Climbed,” JJ states with a smirk as though it was entirely acceptable, “you should really lock your window at night by the way.” He adds, flinging his legs off the side of your bed before hopping up to look around your room.

“Well I have never had a guy climb through my window in the middle of the night.” You state, slightly exasperated at the sight of him in your bedroom however at your words JJ’s smile only widens.

“Oh really? I’m the first to have that privilege then?” JJ laughs, looking to you over his shoulder for only a second before he’s turning to your dresser, opening the top drawer to snoop.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, your tone desperate as you hadn’t even heard from the blonde in over a month let alone actually seen him.

“Needed a place to crash, first thought was you.” JJ’s eyes avoid yours while he speaks, your eyebrows furrow at his nonchalant tone as though he hadn’t called off everything between you both right when you thought it might actually move past casual hook ups.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, does Kie know you’re here?” JJ scoffs, his eyes finding yours again, irritation evident in the way he stares back at you.

“I don’t know y/n, she knows she kicked me out of her place because I didn’t want to talk about getting in contact with Rafe fuckin’ Cameron for a job, left me alone outside her house like an idiot knowing I had nowhere to go.” He shrugs, turning to inspect your drawers further before you rush up and slam the second drawer shut, not letting him peak inside at your underwear. You shove him backwards with a glare while he eyes you, smirking with his hands up in mock surrender.

“Look Jay I don’t know what’s going on and I am really sorry but you should probably stay at John B’s or something.” His eyes dim, letting his hands drop to his sides, tugging his lip between his teeth and avoiding your eyes.

“You pissed him off too didn’t you?” You sigh, walking around him with a roll of your eyes. “Fine, but you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist me for long.” You roll your eyes at his words, cheeks heating up at how desperate you must seem to him. Letting the man that led you on for months back into your life after he left you for someone so perfect. You and JJ were never official, so it’s not like you could be mad. You agreed to no strings attached and you honestly shouldn’t have been surprised when he said he didn’t want to continue what you had going. But you let yourself be convinced that with each night together getting longer, and each glance across the boneyard feeling deeper, something serious was growing. He made it official with Kie only a week after he stopped asking to see you and that’s when you realized you were just a distraction.

“Well, doesn’t seem like you have the same problem.” You feel the heat of his eyes on your back while you grab an extra blanket and pillow for him, tossing them on the ground with a huff before turning back to JJ trying to maintain a neutral expression, “You should probably leave first thing in the morning my mom doesn’t want guys over.”

“You’re an adult though?” JJ questions, trying to catch your eyes as you desperately avoid his while preparing for bed.

“An adult in my mother’s house.” You state, sliding into bed with your back to him, opting to keep your robe tightly wrapped around yourself despite the heat to keep everything more appropriate. JJ was now a taken man and even though a pang went through your chest at the thought you knew if you were Kie you would hate to learn he spent the night in another woman’s bedroom.

You listen to the way JJ shuffles around the floor trying to get comfortable, fighting the urge to turn around and invite him up just to know he would sleep well. Just knowing he was in the dim light of your dark bedroom for the first time, laying only a few feet away from you, was starting to drive you crazy, and you knew having him in your bed would not be a good idea.

No matter how long you waited for him to finally want to be.

As he lay there on the floor JJ’s eyes stayed locked on the ceiling and sleep avoided him, the thoughts of every night you two spent together rushing through his mind just like they had been for weeks on end. He wanted to tell you the truth but he couldn’t now, you would never believe him, it would sound like he was making up some quick excuse to get in your pants. He never wanted to end things, he wanted you as so much more than a hook up and his friends hated it. Kie hated it. And he didn’t know what to do, he ended things like they said he should and before he knew it Kie was kissing him and like the snap of a finger somehow they were “dating”. Part of him sometimes told him Kie planned this, planting doubt in the possibility of you and him being serious, but that just wasn’t who Kie was.

He could remember the day she found out about you and him, she was livid. She told him you were using him as a way to get over your daddy issues. That you wanted a man your dad would hate because maybe then he would pay attention to you and then you’d end up turning him into some kook and ruining who he was. That all he was to you was a conquest, to tame him until you could take him into your kook life.

But now that he was “with” Kie it seemed more like that was her plan than yours.

When the morning sun hit your eyes waking you up, you quickly noticed the blanket you lent JJ folded neatly with the pillow on top where they were before he used them. Part of you began to think it was all a dream before taking note of the unlocked window he must have used as his exit. You sighed, you knew he’d leave as you asked, he never overstepped like you thought he would before you knew him as well as you did now.

You had to try and stop your chest from feeling heavy at how easy it was for him to leave with no mark left to remind you of his presence.

Just like he left your life.

When you finally checked your phone you were shocked to see his name on your screen. A message from less than an hour ago stating simply.

Jay Thank you, and lock your window.

Catching yourself smiling at your phone you cursed, sending the message a thumbs up only, tossing your phone aside before locking your window and readying yourself for the day. Huffing as you went about your morning routine, getting ready for work and desperately trying steer your thoughts away from the rugged blonde you tried so hard to forget for so long.

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[Next Part]

I have been wanting to do a JJ story but I’m gonna keep the chapters short like this so I can keep up with them. This will be very angsty and there will be smut later on. This will be focusing on JJ and readers very confusing relationship as they both try and come to terms with how they feel about each other. But as if now JJ is dating Kie. And I love the canon Kie but I did not think I should try and write a full new Pogue for JJ to be manipulated by so this Kie is very much no like the canon Kie we know and love. John B and Sarah also later on act very much out of character but this is intentional.

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veilguardiumleviosa · 3 days ago

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Echo and “A conversation overheard between Rook and a companion” :D

Okay this one got a little out of hand... Enjoy a little ficlet anon <3

Emmrich Volkarin awoke slowly, stretching luxuriously and reaching for the darling woman at his side. Only–he patted empty space, feeling a jolt of shock, turning frantically to look over. He wasn’t sure he’d ever awoken after Rook had, much less to find her gone. But there, her pillow still creased but cold and the blanket on her side thrown back. Gone.

Just as his brow began to crease in worry, he noticed a piece of parchment tented oddly on her bedside table. ‘Emmrich’ the side facing him read. He reached for the paper and unfolded it, immediately squinting at the horribly messy, near-childish handwriting that assaulted his eyes.

Borrowed Manfred for a little adventure–back soon! Just didn’t want you to wake and worry. Love you. Rook

Emmrich dropped the paper back to their bedside table and laid back down with a soft ‘whump.’ He folded his hands delicately over his stomach, staring unseeingly upwards. It occurred to him suddenly that in all the time of knowing Rook, he couldn’t recall having seen her handwriting before.

Rook was many things: fearless leader, loyal and steadfast friend, accomplished assassin, immensely competent mage and his dearest love but apparently, not a terribly legible scribe. Bizarre.

Later in the kitchens…

The door to the dining room burst open with a kick, to no surprise to Lucanis. He had heard Rook’s approach the whole way across the courtyard, his friend chattering away to whoever was accompanying her. From the gait it sounded like Manfred, a thought confirmed when he stepped from the pantry to see the two of them balancing precariously stacked produce. He smiled fondly, coming to meet them.

“--but if you accidentally say any of those in front of Emmrich, you didn’t learn it from me, okay?” Rook finished, dumping the produce on the table. Manfred followed suit, hissing gleefully before turning to Lucanis with the single most offensive string of curse words he’d ever heard.

Lucanis blinked once, twice. Looked to Rook, whose mouth hung comically open. Looked back to Manfred, who shrugged. “Lucanis. Not Emmrich?” A smirk pulled at his lips as he levelled Rook with a look, raising his eyebrows.

“I did not teach him those!” She protested. Lucanis just stared, folding his arms. Rook made an affronted noise, crossing her own arms across her chest and not meeting his eyes. “Okay, I didn’t teach him all of those.”

“To be fair, his logic is sound. You warned him not to say it in front of Emmrich. I am not Emmrich. Therefore…” Lucanis trailed off into a huff of laughter moving to check over the produce. “You know, I think I’d have been able to tell you were a de Riva from that alone.”

“What?”

“Some of those curses are Viago originals.” Lucanis laughed fully as Rook smacked a hand to her forehead, muttering something that sounded an awful lot like a threat on the Fifth Talon’s life. Lucanis swung his gaze to Manfred, reaching to pat the skeleton on his shoulder. Spite grumbled at his contact with another spirit–more out of habit than anything else; Lucanis knew Spite’s fondness of Manfred rather mirrored his own. “You’re speaking better, my friend.”

Manfred bobbed around with a pleased hiss, and Lucanis surveyed the produce, equally pleased. Rook grinned, gesturing proudly to her haul.

“Found pretty much the whole list today! Only thing missing are those little potatoes, they’d apparently already sold the last of this year’s harvest. I got extra of the larger ones you had on the list.”

“That works. What are those?” Lucanis nodded to the bouquet Rook unwrapped from crinkled brown paper. She looked away, a flush coming to her cheeks.

“Just flowers! Do we uh, have an extra vase somewhere?” Lucanis raised an eyebrow. De Rivas could lie better than that, but he let it go, ducking back into his pantry, bringing out a clay pitcher that could double as a vase. “Manfred and I had to make a stop to check in with Myrna and Vorgoth,” she continued, summoning some water with a flourish of her magic and arranging the delicate blooms. “Stopped by the Memorial Gardens for some flowers–just thought it would brighten up the place!”

Lucanis hummed indulgently, setting to work preparing the vegetables and graciously changing the subject. “Thank you for doing the shopping, Rook.”

“No, thank you for cooking! Can I help? Chop…or stir, or something?”

Last time he’d let her chop vegetables, she’d set the back corner of his kitchen on fire. He still had no idea how she did that. Lucanis huffed a small laugh and shook his head. “Just some company is fine, this is a simple dish. Dellamorte secret recipe.”

“Alright.” There was the scrape of a chair as Rook pulled a chair closer to the fire, turned it to face where Lucanis was working. Another scrape of a chair as Manfred did the same exact thing, even mimicking Rook’s posture. “Manfred,” she scolded, “Are you still copying me?”

“Ah, he’s just learning from the best,” A familiar voice emerged as the doors opened once more. Emmrich strode in, hands folded behind his back as he came to a stop beside Rook and Manfred. “Hello, darling. Manfred. Lucanis.” He nodded to each in turn.

“Hey, yourself, sleepyhead,” Rook grinned. “I think this is the first time I’ve woken up before you.”

“Yes,” There was a strange note in Emmrich’s voice. “Rook, I must discuss something with you.”

Rook sat a little straighter, concern immediately jumping to her features. Lucanis eased deeper into his kitchen and put his back to them, affording what privacy he could even as he kept cooking. “What’s wrong?”

“What is this?” Emmrich asked. Lucanis couldn’t resist glancing over, seeing him thrust a slip of paper at Rook. She took it, turning it over in her hands before laughing, incredulously. She looked back up at Emmrich, brow furrowed and with a small, confused little smile.

“My note?”

Emmrich made an impatient noise. “No, not the note, your handwriting!”

“What? Could you not read it? I know,” she laughed, embarrassed, “It’s pretty bad.”

“Pretty bad? It’s terrible!” Emmrich had taken the paper back and was gesturing at it as he spoke, and missed the way Rook’s expression dropped, face stilling.

“I know,” she said carefully, voice edged with steel. “Handwriting isn’t a skill I’ve needed much in contracts, funnily enough.”

“I’ve had students with less than perfect handwriting of course, but even my worst was legible. This is–this is unbecoming!” Emmrich tutted and waved the paper about. “I’d imagine a child might write more neatly.”

Rook blinked, absorbing for a moment, her face a mask. Then, her chair scraped back with sudden force and she stood, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Please excuse me, Professor” she spat. “Not all of us are scholars such as yourself– I’m so sorry to have offended your sensibilities.” Then Rook turned on her heel and stomped out, letting the big door slam behind her. There was a beat of silence, Manfred looking back and forth between Emmrich and the door with as incredulous a look as the skull could muster. He hissed, displeased, and followed Rook, skeletal arms crossed.

“Oh, dear,” Emmrich sighed, watching the door swing shut again. He sat heavily in Rook’s abandoned chair, suddenly dejected. The room was quiet then, save for the slow chopping of vegetables and the gentle, occasional crackle of the flame. Eventually, Emmrich clears his throat. “Thank you for cooking,” he said with a strained but genuine smile. “I do so look forward to your meals. And these flowers! What a nice touch.”

“I love to cook. It’s no trouble,” Lucanis ducked his head, accepting the thanks. “Though, ah, it’s Rook to thank for the flowers.”

“Oh, I should have known. Shroud’s Kiss,” Emmrich sighed. “They’re my favorite.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, crumpling further into his seat.

Lucanis hummed, scraping the last of the vegetables into the fragrant simmering pot and covered it with a lid. He turned to Emmrich, hands on his hips. “Tea?”

—

A few minutes later, the pair sat at the fire with steaming cups, Lucanis with fresh coffee and Emmrich with his tea.

“I’ve made a mess of things, haven’t I?” Emmrich asked quietly, thumb tracing the rim of his mug. Lucanis shrugged, swirling his coffee thoughtfully.

“Nothing unfixable. I’m sure she’ll forgive you with a good apology, some light groveling,” Lucanis joked, pulling a small chuckle from Emmrich.

“She is magnanimous, our Rook,” Emmrich agreed. They sipped quietly on their drinks, enjoying the quiet as the stew bubbled away in the pot, filling the room with a spiced, earthy smell.

“Emmrich,” Lucanis said finally. “If you don’t mind me asking…what was that all about?”

“Hm? Oh, Rook left a note this morning and I suppose I hadn’t realized I’d never seen her handwriting before. It was rather a shock actually, and–”

Emmrich stopped abruptly as Lucanis shook his head. “Ah, no,” he said, “I heard that part–sorry.” he added with a wince. Emmrich waved him off.

“Don’t be, we were in your kitchen after all. Go on.”

“Yes, well. I suppose I wondered...why does her handwriting matter so much to you?”

“Well, it’s very important!” Emmrich protested. “It’s a skill I believe most respectable mages should have, transcribing spellwork and the like–not to mention a leader such as herself! Was she writing letters all this time to our allies in that script?”

“Is it illegible?”

“Well, no, but–”

“So what should that matter?” Lucanis was genuinely bewildered.

“Well I don’t know!” Emmrich made a frustrated noise, “It’s just–well it’s history, isn’t it?”

“History?”

“History! Just think, a thousand years from now, what if someone were to find some of her missives? They might take one look at it and write her off as some– as someone irrelevant. Or incompetent, when she's anything but. They don’t see her like we do, daily– in action. They wouldn’t know how brilliant and fearless and brave she is. Rook saves people, everyday. She's saving the entire world! The thought that years from now, centuries, someone might take one look at a letter and just…” Emmrich made a disgusted sound, brow deeply furrowed and waved his free hand vaguely about. “I can't stand the thought.”

Lucanis absorbed this for a moment. It made sense, if he thought of it from Emmrich’s perspective. His life thus far had been preserving the dead, their histories. “So you’re worried about her legacy?”

“Legacy,” Emmrich agreed. “That’s a better word for it.”

“But,” Lucanis turned his next words over in his mind before proceeding. “You didn’t say any of that to Rook. What you told her was that it was childish.”

Emmrich winced. “Ah, I suppose you’re right.” He sighed, staring into the fire again. “You’d think at my age I’d have learned to think before I spoke. Or I suppose I did spend all morning thinking–worrying about it, so think better perhaps. I get so worked up about something sometimes that I say something horrible.”

“And ‘unbecoming,’” Lucanis couldn’t totally keep the teasing tone out of his voice, though Emmrich received it well, huffing a self-deprecating little laugh.

“Yes, well. Not my finest moment.” he admitted.

Lucanis shrugs. “That’s alright, we all have them.”

“Thank you, Lucanis, this has been most helpful.” Emmrich stood and brushed invisible dust off his pants. “Now to make my amends.”

Lucanis opened his mouth to tell Emmrich he was welcome, but Spite’s voice came out instead. “AND KISS. ROOK!”

Emmrich burst into a delighted chuckle as he took his empty mug to the sink. “Is that how you and Neve resolve your differences?” he teased.

Again, Spite beat Lucanis to speaking. “YES! HAT COMES OFF. I. GO PLAY. WITH WISPS!”

“Mierda.” Lucanis muttered the second his voice returned to him.

“Good man.” Emmrich teased, mirth sparkling in his eyes. Lucanis shakes his head and waves Emmrich away.

“Get out of my kitchen,” he mutters without any actual vitriol, glancing back with a small smile at Emmrich’s retreating back.

—

Emmrich followed the pull of Manfred’s anchor, guessing the little spirit had stuck closely to Rook’s side, as he was wont to do most days. He was surprised, however, to find that it led him back to the Library, up his winding staircase, and out onto the balcony of his chambers.

Darling Rook and Manfred sat side by side, legs dangling through the wooden bars. A great mix of emotions rushed through him at the sight– relief she was here (probably didn’t despise him forever now if the first place she went was his room), swooping fear at their hanging above the endless Fade-sky beneath them, fondness at their inseparable bond, and above all: a deep and abiding love. It was so powerful, so vast this love he held for her–thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. He steeled himself and braved the ledge, gingerly sitting beside her and slotting his own legs through the rails.

Manfred was clearly ignoring him, skull turned away and pointed silence damning. Rook, to her credit, spared him a glance from the corner of her eye. Silence fell as a shroud around them.

In the distance, Emmrich saw presumably a piece of the Lighthouse spinning lazily, unmoored entirely from them and growing more distant even as they watched. Emmrich eyed it, suppressing the urge to grip the rails as a dizzying sensation washed over him. Beside him, Rook’s legs swung gently back and forth, most of her weight cast back on her palms–utterly relaxed. Or–mostly–he thought, noting the barely there flex of a clenched jaw, the tension sitting high in her shoulders. Her left shoulder, he knew, was still terribly sore from a nasty fall she’d taken only the day before and he knew the tension could not be helping matters. He inhaled sharply, knowing himself the cause of this latest stress.

“I’m sorry,” he said, earnest and a touch wretched. Manfred’s head whipped toward him with an immediate and displeased hiss, cut off by a glance from Rook.

“Manfred, will you go ask Harding if she needs help in the garden? Or if Davrin and Assan want to go on a walk?” Manfred rattled in protest but she continued “--now, please.”

A disgruntled Manfred obeyed and stood, casting one more Look in Emmrich’s direction. For a spirit literally tied to his own, it was clear that Manfred’s allegiances did not lie with him. He watched Manfred do his best to stomp away, and spoke only once Manfred had left.

“My love, I feel terrible. I was thoughtless and horribly rude back there.” His words came out in a rush. He turned one of his rings around and around on his finger, studying his partner’s profile.

Rook didn’t respond at first, and Emmrich experienced each second of the silence as if a burning brand. Then–

“I was eight, when my parents were killed.” Emmrich sucked in a breath. He’d known about her parents of course, but they hadn’t talked much about it save for the few scattered details he’d picked up in passing conversation. He stilled, hands folding in his lap, and waited. She continued, “After, Viago took me in. I think originally someone in his family had owed someone in our family a favor somewhere down the line, but by the time my parents died and it was time to cash in said favor, Viago was pretty much all on his own, too. He was barely a man grown but already the head of de Riva, then suddenly saddled with me?” Rook shook her head. “I wasn’t an easy child, even before I’d lost my parents. Viago…he did what he could. He made sure I ate well, dressed well, slept in a warm bed. He kept me alive, kept me strong and helped me train even before I began my work with Heir. That’s mostly why I think I made it to full Crow so quickly.”

Emmrich nodded along, wishing desperately to reach out but unsure if he was allowed yet.

“But Viago didn’t just provide,” she continued, “He’d try to kill me if he knew I was telling anyone about this, but he’s caring. One of the most caring people I know. Yeah, he’d tell me to toughen up, pushed me twice as hard as the others, yelled constantly–” she rolled her eyes, putting on a mimicry of his voice, “‘Make de Riva proud or you’re out on the streets,’ ‘embarrass our house and you’ll wish a swift end,’ and stuff like that. But at home? Just he and I, or he and I and Teia eventually–different story. I remember sitting on the counter and watching him cook for us, homemade soups and pastas and this garlic-y bread he makes. I always got the first bite. He swears to this day that I was his poison-tester, and he was just keeping my detection skills sharp, but I’d only believe that if there had ever actually been poison. Plus, he thinks he hides his facial expressions much better than he actually does. He’s so proud when someone likes his cooking.”

He imagined then a miniature Rook, legs swinging from a countertop much like how they swung from the balcony now, enjoying these homemade meals, her job as taste-tester. Emmrich’s heart swelled again, grieving for the child she’d been, what she had lost.

And in the night, when all I could do was weep for my parents…he could have, probably should have, just ignored me. But he didn’t. He’d really kill me if he knew I was telling this but he’d hold me, you know? Every night, back then. He’d rock me to sleep even though by then I was much too old–even as a teenager, when I’d have a bad night he’d sit with me. Hold my hand. Talk to me about nothing until I calmed down enough to sleep.” Rook cleared her throat, turning her head away and surreptitiously brushing at her watering eyes. “He’s my family. I owe him so much.” She shook her head vigorously, pulling a face. “Though I’d never tell him that–he’s already at risk of collapsing under the weight of his own ego. It’s a wonder he manages to walk around with such a big head.”

Emmrich huffs a small laugh, willing the wetness brimming in his own eyes to abate. “Your secret is safe with me, darling.” Rook smiled at him then, reaching for his hand. He took hers like it was water and he’d been lost in the desert for a millennium, clasping her small hand with both of his own.

“But, ah,” she sighed, biting the inside of her lip. “Finishing regular education just…fell by the wayside. Honestly, I don’t know if he even thought about it. There were some political things happening within the ranks throughout the rest of my time as his ward, and he was up for Fifth Talon…I don’t think he realized I never really finished any schooling. Luckily I’d learned to read, do simple arithmetic–things you need for contracts–by then. And I can write. It’s just. Well, you saw.” She rolled her neck a bit and reached over with her free hand to knead at her shoulder, the one he knew was sore. The movement was surely to soothe this soreness, but it also seemed she was shrinking in on herself in that moment. Emmrich’s heart twisted painfully. “I know it’s embarrassing.”

Oh, he’d been a complete cad. He bowed his head to her hand, pressing the cool back of it to his forehead. “No, no. Rook, I’m sorry. Thank you for the perspective–I wish I’d been more thoughtful, even without it. Less judgemental, certainly.”

“Hey, you already apologized,” she pet his head with her free hand, fingers scratching through his hair and loosening the strands from their style.

“I did, but I feel the need to again. I’m sorry, truly.”

“Thank you. And thanks for listening. I know I don’t… I don’t talk about that part of my past very much.”

“You honor me with whatever you choose to share,” Emmrich spoke earnestly, sitting up to look at Rook. “Could I explain what I was thinking? Not to justify it–I will continue to condemn my abhorrent behavior–but just–” he grimaced, fighting to find the right words.

“Please do, Em. I want to understand.” He didn’t deserve her; a wave of hopeless love washed over him again, looking between the bright blue and green of her eyes, the way the odd Fade-light couldn’t sap the warmth from her olive skin, the flush of beloved cheek.

“I spend a fair portion of my job preserving histories; I also teach my students how to as well. Part of what we do is sort through artifacts, anything from pottery to weaponry to documents, such as journals or letters, and discern what is most critical to keep. What things are most ‘worth’ the effort. Of course in an ideal world, we’d save everything, catalogue it away for the world’s most comprehensive of histories. But the reality is that we are…largely finite creatures, with limited time, and limited resources. Discernment is key.” Emmrich gently kneaded the small muscles of her hand, turning it over in his own, feeling the calluses from her knives and the strength in those lithe fingers, loving how she relaxed into his touch. She turned more fully towards him, briefly dislodging her hand to pull her legs from where they hung over the balcony, sitting cross-legged as she returned her hand to his ministrations.

“Do you teach your students to toss messy papers like mine?” She smirked, the brilliant creature she was. He winced, shaking his head and mirrored her posture, glad to no longer be hanging over the ledge even if his back would still soon be protesting sitting in this manner.

“I do generally discourage the discarding of any materials,” he hedged. She raised one brow and he broke immediately. “Oh,” he sighed, “Yes, essentially.”

Rook, ever the surprise, laughed, the sound an instant balm to his soul.

“You worked yourself into a complete tizzy imagining something of mine being potentially thrown away. By some hypothetical historian?”

“They’d be getting it all wrong–think of the historical significance we could lose–” He stopped abruptly as she laughed again, pitching forward to press her face into the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around him. His arms came up automatically, instinct to hold her. “Rook?”

“That,” she said, partially muffled by his collar and breath puffing through the fabric, warming his skin. “Is so utterly Emmrich.”

He blinked, once. Twice. “...A good thing, I hope?” he joked, weakly.

Rook pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes sparkling and mouth pursed with mirth. She nodded, one hand lifting to cup his cheek. “It’s a very, very good thing.”

“So you can forgive me?” he asked, leaning into her palm. Her answering kiss as she surged forward, climbing into his lap, told him all he needed to know.

#emmrich volkarin #echo de riva #emmrook #manfred #veilguard #jinae writes #rook ask game #please talk to me about crow!rook and their relationship to viago bc i am OBSESSED RN

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lunaandco · 2 days ago

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anatomy studies; part one

pairing: pedri x ofc

summary: vic needs a model. pedri is very quick to offer his help, even if her brother does not approve.

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Pedri ignored the conversation he was supposed to be having with Ferran just to stare at Victoria Casadó. She was currently arguing with her older brother about something, both of them standing a bit apart from the group. It was moments like this that Pedri could take advantage of, in order to avoid setting off Marc's protective instincts, that made it almost impossible for a guy to approach her.

Vic was a pretty girl, with long silky hair, the same colour as her brother—although she was not balding like he was. She was also a third year art student, so it wasn't uncommon for Marc to have to skip a boys night out because she had forced him to model for her.

Pedri would never understand why Marc complained so much about it, he would do anything to be looked at by Vic in any capacity.

"Stop staring," Ferrran said, not even looking at where his friend's gaze had been lost. "Marc is going to catch you and you're a shit liar. Everyone already knows you want to smash his sister, he won't take long to realise soon, too."

Pedri blushed furiously.

"I wasn't..." he protested. "I do not..."

"See? You suck at lying."

Ferran had that shit eating grin he only displayed when he knew Pedri could not argue with his teasing.

"Do you know what they are arguing about?" Pedrihad been caught in the traffic on his way to Lewandowski's house, and he had missed the beginning of the hangout.

"Vic needs an nude model for her next assignment and she does not want to use Marc."

"Why?" he asked. "She always uses Marc when she has to draw men."

"Exactly because of that. She needs a bit of variety. And, well, she's supposed to do a slghtly erotic piece. You might understand why she doesn not want her older brother to be the model."

Pedri blushed again.

"Then who..."

"She wanted to ask today if any of us would be down for it, but Marc doesn't—"

"Want any footballer getting any ideas," finished Pedri. It was too late for Marc. Pedri had already gotten many ideas.

He strolled around the garden, casually aproaching the siblings, pretending it was a total coincidence to meet them at that point.

"Hey, how are you two?" he asked, making eye contact with Vic. She smiled shyly.

"Actually, not too well, my brother is being annoying," she told him.

"Older brothers," Pedri sympathised with her struggle, dramatically rolling his eyes. "It's like they only know how to be annoying. What are you tormenting the poor girl with, Casa?"

"He doesn't want me to draw any of you," she puted, her honey colored eyes looking at him through her lashes. "But it's so boring to always paint him..."

"I can be your model," he offered, smiling. "Casa here knows how trustworhty I am, right?"

"Well, yes, but..."

Vic's squeal of happiness interrupted Marc's complaints.

"Thank you, Pedri!" she said, throwing her hands around his neck in a hug.

"But it's supposed to be nude!" protested Marc. Pedri winked at him.

"Don't worry. i'll take good care of her, I promise."

Marc clenched his jaw, but even he knew not to make a scene about somehting like this in Lewandowski's garden, with all the team and families around them. Meanwhile, Pedri enjoyed the warmth of Vic's body pressed against him for the duration of the hug, being exactly as interested on her as Marc feared.

💙❤️

Should I shave beforehand?

Pedri texted. Marc had refused to let him get Vic's number, but had allowed him to follow her on her private Insta, which meant he had now access to a couple of pictures o her. He might have put one of those as his lockscreen.

No. Vic replied. I actually would rather you had a little bit of hair. You know, to practice the shading.

Because of that Pedri left his chest hair alone, He made the trip to the Casadó's househould, his heart beating fast and his legs weaker than after a Champions League game.

Marc opened the front door for him. Pedri's heart dropped. He should have known that he would insist on not leaving then alone for the duration of the session.

"Marquito stop being so paranoid," Vic complaned when she saw that her brother was following Pedri inside of her room. "I'm not a Victorian maiden and he is not going to take away my virtue or some shit," she said. "Get lost or I'll tell mom you're sneaking your girlfriend at night. See what happens then."

Marc grumbled, but the thrat landed true, and he retreated slowly.

"I'm sorry for my brother, he just worrues one of you will break my heart or somehting."

"I can tell. HE cares a lot about you," Pedri said, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"it gets asphixiating," Vic concluded. "I... I'm sorry, we can stop this if you're uncomfortable."

"Don't worry about it," Pedri said, but he was sweating nervously. What if Vic didn't like his body?

"I need you to take your clothes off," she explained. "All of them. You can lay on the bed if you want."

Pedri gulped, but took off his hoodie first, and then his pants. Vic had turned her back on him, giving him a modicum of privacy, while she sorted out her materials. Once he was completely nude, he sat on the soft bed.

Pedri felt like he was going to hell. He was laying in his crush's bed, completely naked and surrounded by her scent, something between oil paint and tulips, but he coukd not let her know how much it excited him.

Thinking of this moment, Pedri had not considered the possibility of getting a boner, but as Vic finally turned, he found himself beging his dick to cooperate.

"Is this alright?" he asked, acomodating his back against the pillow.

"Yes." Vic said. "But I need you to bend your leg... no the other one. That's it."

The arms were more complicated. Pedri did not understand Vic's directions, and she ended up having to swallow up he rshyness and move them exactly whener she wanted. Pedri pretended as if his skin wasn't crawling at hte thought of her touching him.

"If you're cold or need a break just tell me," Vic indicated as she finally settled on her desk and grabbed her sketchbook. "I'll be as quick as I can."

💙❤️

Pedri wasn't sure how long it took. Marc went into the room at least five times, with the excuse of bringing water and snacks, but Pedri knew he was just checking that nothing he didn't approve of happened.

The sunlight was gone and Vic was cracking her back.

"We're done," she said, standing up. "Here, she gave him the finished drawing, which made Pedri blush. He looked sexy. the body he had always considered too skinny, too bony to be actually atractive on its own, without the addded perk of his footballng ability, was now staring back at him, shaded in charcoal and looking as beautiful as ever.

"Thank you," he said. Even his dick, which had cooperated with him, thank God, looked pretty, nestled between his thighs. The hair she had told him not to shave reflected its coarse texture, even if Vic had not touched.

"I should be the one saying that," Vic joked awkwardly. "Here, you can have the sketches."

She gave him some sheets in which he could also recognise himself, albeit less detailed and the traces lighter.

"I mean it," he insisted. "Thank you."

Vic's eyes slid down the curve of his shoulder. After two hours of being profoundly stared at, one woukd think Pedri would have gotten used to Victoria's eyes upon him, but he still shivered.

"Shit, I am so sorry, you must be freezing!" she said, leaping back and picking up his clothes for him. "I am so sorry," she repeated, "I'll leave you so you can dress properly.

Pedri opened his mouth to say something, but his voice got caught on his thoat as the door of the room closed behind Vic.

He dressed quicly, and grabbed the sketches Vic had gifted him again. In the corner, scribbled, there was a phone number and a note.

Don't tell Marc.

#luna's one shots #pedri #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pedri gonzález x reader #pedri gonzález

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justasillylittlecritter · 16 hours ago

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If you’re still taking requests, maybe one of Jayce and/Or Viktor coming across someone from Zayn with similar conditions to Viktor and helping them while also becoming protective and VERY possessive over them

omg hiii! thank you for the request! i am SO sorry i got to this so late i did not get a notification 😭 anyways this was a great prompt to help improve my writing so i really appreciate the ask!! i am so sorry if it's too short or not exactly what you wanted!

Heros

Jayce x Reader x Viktor

Content Warning: nothing to my knowledge!

A/N: i left this sort of vague when it comes to romance or not! so you can see it as romantic or platonic if you'd like! and i kept it gender neutral too!

not proofread so let me know if i made any mistakes!

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In the early hours of the morning, Jayce and Viktor find themselves within their lab. They are hard at work, coming up with calculations that could help progress their work. While both are hard at work and thinking, the lab is extremely quiet. Midway through their work, they hear commotion coming from outside of the lab. Jayce perks up at the sound and looks towards Viktor, who had also looked up. They look towards each other in confusion. Jayce is suddenly up and heading towards the door to check on the commotion. As he opens the door, he spots enforcers surrounding a body that was on the floor. Jayce assumes from the panicked nature of the enforcers that this was an emergency. Before he had a moment to think, he was running towards the enforcers to assess the issue. As Jayce kneels down to the unconscious body on the ground, Viktor makes it to the door frame to see what was happening. As Viktor is processing what had happened, all of a sudden Jayce is up and running towards the medical wing of the building with a body in his arms.

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As you opened your eyes slightly, you were blinded by a bright florecent light. You groan as the bright light forces a headache. As you fully open your eyes, you are shocked to see two men who you do not know. At the sound of your groan, they shoot up and are somewhat hovering over you. "There you are. Don't sit up too fast, just be careful." Jayce says with a slight smile. While you don't know him, the smile he gives you makes you feel safe so you heed his advice. Sitting up slowly, you startto take in your surrounding, shortly realizing you are in a hospital bed. "What happened?" You ask the two men. Jayce started to explain what happened and how he found you. "I'm Jayce by the way!" The larger man says in a cheery voice. "That's Viktor, my partner" he says while pointing towards Viktor. With that introduction, Viktor speaks up. "It seems you and I have something in common" he says while pointing to his leg with his cane. You look down to his leg and notice the brace. All of a sudden it clicks what he means. You get the courage to ask the boys how sick you were, knowing full well that you have been sick for a while. Both men look towards each other and look back at you while grimacing. Jayce spoke up, "It doesn't look too good. You seem to have been sick for a while and it's just getting worse." His words hung in the air as you took your time processing what you were just told. The men notice you taking a minute to process so they stay silent. That is until Viktor speaks up, "I know what you are going through. I am also sick and i have been told I am to die soon. It's scary and overwhelming but eventually you learn to accept it." The shorter man's words comforted you as you realized you weren't alone in this. There were people who knew what you were going through. As you thought about it, you spoke up, "Does that mean you are also from Zaun?" Upon hearing your question, Viktor smirks slightly and answers with a yes. Then Jayce speaks up, "Do you have any family or friends we can get ahold of?" You shake your head and explain that you have no one here. That made their hearts ache for you. While Viktor knows what you are going through, at least he knows he has Jayce. He couldn't ever imagine going through this alone. He gives a look to Jayce that says everything he was thinking. Jayce then asks, "Would you like to stay with us for a bit? Just so you aren't alone? I could not imagine going through this and being alone." All you could do was look at them with tears forming in your eyes. You barely knew these men but they were so kind and so understanding. You nod in response to his question while holding back tears. All of a sudden, the boys got a feeling of protectiveness. They felt the urge to keep you safe as best as possible. Viktor felt this way because he wished he had someone protect him in this stage while Jayce felt as if he was looking at Viktor when he saw you. They knew immediately that they had to help you. You were overwhelmed by their kindness and consideration. You thought today would be the day you die, but instead it was the day you met your heros.

#arcane #arcane x reader #jayce x reader #jayvik x reader #viktor x reader #jayce talis #viktor arcane

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vampiricstoryteller · 2 days ago

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The Rush

Hey yall! Finally, I have something for y’all! Thanks for being patient, I really hope y’all like this story.

Summary: Annette wasn’t even originally invited to this party. Or. Number one rule when Richter’s around? Do not touch Annette.

This is obviously a bit AU. Annette and Richter are in their early twenties and Edouard hasn’t been turned yet. And also, don’t talk to me about clothing accuracy, I am here to provide smut not history lessons

All mistakes are my own

Read fic on A03 here

Warnings: Explicit smut, swearing, mild violence

Originally, Annette hadn’t been invited to the Aristocratic Ball and she was fine with that; truly she was. She could stay behind and train with Juste, practice magic with Maria, or something. But Richter was going and when he found out she wasn’t he’d given Edouard, who’d been invited to sing, his best puppy dog eyes and that’s how Annette found herself standing at the mouth of a grand ballroom in the most expensive dress she’ll probably ever wear.

Blush pink with lacey off shoulder sleeves and a corset that shimmered when she moved, Annette feels spectacularly out of place. The skirt billowed out around her, throwing her off her center balance and forcing her to murmur apologies any time she tried to get past people.

Annette wants to hate it.

But she’s caught Richter staring at her four times since they’ve arrived, and she is learning that there’s not much else she wants more than his attention.

Whenever Richter is looking at her, Annette feels like she can do anything. He believes in her in a way thats so breathtakingly new and refreshing if she thinks about it too long her head begins to spin.

Her thoughts have just started drifting towards all the times Richter has caught her looking at him when someone behind her clears their throat politely.

Annette turns, expecting Richter’s handsome face but instead she’s met with the sight of a tall blond man holding out a glass of champagne to her.

“A lady as beautiful as yourself should never be without a drink in hand.” He says offering her a charming smile.

Annette blinks twice, momentarily unsure what accepting this man’s drink will mean for her in terms of how the rest of the night goes. She flickers her gaze from the glass to his face two more times before she reaches out and delicately takes the drink.

“Thank you, sir.”

She barely stops herself from making a face as the term of authoritarian rolls off her tongue and the smell of unaltered cotton laps at the back of her nose. Annette takes a few sips of the alcohol to try and wash it away.

“It’s no trouble at all, I’m Thomas Bloodworth, I had to come make your acquaintance as it’s not often I find myself in the company of such a beautiful creature.”

Annette pressed her lip together tightly to hide the snarl that nearly catapults itself onto her face. She tilts the glass back to her lips, letting her eyes search the crowd over the rim.

Where was Richter?

“Are you here alone?”

She looks at the blonde—Thomas— and shakes her head, nodding towards Edouard who stands next to the grand piano, discussing something with the pianist.

“No, I’m a friend of tonight’s entertainment.” She explains calmly.

“Oh really,” His face lights up and he steps closer to her, leaning down into her space. “My brother is the pianist, maybe the four of us could take a trip down to the pub later this evening.”

Annette smiles, trying to subtly shuffle away as she says, “I’m sure my friend will be quite tired once he’s finished singing.”

Thomas takes her excuse in stride, another charming smile spreading across his face and Annette feels annoyance flicker in her chest.

“It’ll be my treat, my brother has a good set up going on with one of the bar keeps, there won’t be a tab.”

“That’s very kind of you to offer,” Annette says flashing a smile as she steps back several inches. “I’m not much for pubs—“

A look of irritation runs through Thomas’s entire body and he snatches hold of her wrist, jostling her to the point some of the champagne sloshes onto the front of her dress.

“Good thing I’m not asking then, isnt it?” He says darkly; his fingers squeezing tightly. “Aren’t you people supposed to do as you’re told?”

Annette grits her teeth, rage erupting in her stomach and barreling up her throat. Her magic sparks in her fingertips and she sucks in a deep breath to begin cursing the man to hell when a new hand slides across her stomach and catches hold of Thomas’s arm.

Annette feels something brush against her back, large and solid. She doesn’t need to turn around to know that Richter has finally gotten to her and the fury she felt moments ago is nothing compared to rage that wavers from him.

“Get your fucking hands off of her.”

Richter’s voice is murderous. His tone draining all the color from Thomas’s face as he attempts to pull his arm out of Richter’s iron grip, releasing Annette as his panic steady grows.

“Now see here, I was only asking if she’d want to go somewhere more accepting of fancy dressed whores.” Thomas huffs, still struggling to break free from Richter. “It’s not like it matters who lays her down, I’m sure we’d all get a turn.”

Annette winces, not because his words hurt her but she knows they’ll send Richter into a rage. She leans back into his chest completely and though Richter accommodates her immediately, he doesn’t take his eyes off Thomas.

“Richter—“ Annette begins only to be cut off by a loud room echoing—

CRACK!

Thomas and Annette both look down at the same time, Richter’s hand has finally squeezed at just the right angle with just the right amount of pressure; and Thomas’s forearm snaps in half like a twig.

Thomas opens his mouth, probably to start screaming but Annette’s hand flies up to her own lips and she hisses, “Shhh!”

Her magic silences him, stitching his mouth closed with invisible string. His eyes widen, practically popping out of his head as he looks at her and Richter in fear. He turns from them quickly, shoving and shouldering his way through the crowds of people; stumbling up the entry way steps and out of sight.

Annette lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, surprise coursing through her when Richter wraps his arm around her, the hand he used to break Thomas’s arm now rests gently on her stomach.

She looks around, several of the people in close vicinity to them are staring in horror; their mouths agape. Annette shrinks back against Richter even more, an uncomfortable knot forming in her throat.

“Come on,” He flexes his fingers that are resting on her stomach, voice still rough with anger.

“Where are we—?”

Richter doesn’t let her finish, he takes her hand with the one not on her belly and begins guiding her through the crowds. They pass Edouard, who nods in understanding when Richter doesn’t even stop to explain and Annette chooses not to protest when they turn corner after corner and somehow end up in a garden.

The cool breeze of the night air clears the fuzziness in Annette’s head, they walk until the noise of the ballroom is far in the distance and the crickets are their new orchestra. She stays quiet as she walks with Richter, tucked into his side as he stews in his anger.

Eventually they find a bench in front of a tiny pond and Richter leads her over to it without hesitation. They sit together, Richter finally letting Annette out of his personal space; though once she’s settled on the stone bench, he presses his knee to hers despite the layers of her skirt between them.

“Richter….” She says softly, trying to catch his eye.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I saw him grab you and then all that shit starting spewing from his mouth, I couldn’t stop myself.”

Annette smiles softly, reaching over and taking his hand closet to her; squeezing it with both of hers.

“Thank you for defending me.” She says sincerely. “You’ll never know how much it means to me.”

“Always,” Richter replies turning his whole body towards her. His face is flushed with desperate determination and something that Annette can’t quite place. “I’ll defend you until the end of time, Annette.”

She lets her head fall back to laugh slightly. “That’s a long promise, Richter.”

“And you’re worth every single second.” He says with a firm nod.

Annette clicks her tongue, looking around the garden to avoid the intensity of Richter’s gaze. The pond they’ve sat in front of is still, save for a frog that floats on a lily pad watching them. She can feel Richter watching her, his eyes practically burning through her soul and Annette’s heart begins to thump loudly in her chest.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Richter asks quietly, his hand turning over in hers so he can grip her forearm gently and inspect her wrist.

“No, I was just surprised and I froze.” Annette explains, though she doesn’t stop him as he turns her arm different ways and holds it closer to his face. “His insults were mediocre at best.”

“I should have made him apologize.” Richter grumbles darkly.

“Richter,” Annette chides, biting her lip to keep from smiling. “He wasn’t worth it.”

“But you are,” Richter emphasizes, a hint of frustration in his tone. “Annette no one should ever speak to you like that, I won’t allow them to.”

She doesn’t know what’s changed in Richter in the last hour or so but Annette’s stomach flips with excitement every time they meet eyes. There’s a wildness to him right now, a need in his eyes that begs Annette to understand what he’s trying to silently tell her.

He returns his attention to her wrist, gently prodding a few places with two fingers. When she doesn’t indicate that any of them are painful, Richter lifts her arm to his mouth and kisses the skin of her inner wrist twice.

Annette bites her lip, turning her body towards him. Only to grimace a bit when the wet spot of her corset rubs uncomfortably against her skin. Richter’s eyes flicker down to the stain, air blowing through his nose in an aggressive huff.

“I’m sorry about your dress,” he says remorsefully, lowering their joined hands back down to her lap. “I should have gotten to you sooner, before he had the chance to touch you.”

He sighs, then smiles and says. “You still look gorgeous tonight.”

Annette’s face warms, a smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you Richter,” She looks him over once, mouth running dry at the way his biceps stretch the sleeves of his suit jacket. “You clean up nicely too.”

Slowly, Annette raises Richter’s hand that she’s clutching with both of hers. She presses the back against her cheek, nuzzling her nose and lips to the rough skin for a moment and smiling at Richter’s sharp intake of breath.

“Annette.”

She looks up at him through her lashes, unwilling to lift her face away from its contact with his skin. They stare at each other, Richter’s mouth slightly open in what Annette thinks might be awe.

Tentatively, he turns his hand in her grip, opening his palm so he can cup her face. His thumb traces long paths from under her eye and down the bridge of her nose twice, when she smiles at him and it’s clear she’s not going to stop him; Richter pulls Annette into a kiss.

Her stomach does another flip, Annette’s hands fisting in the lapels of his jacket as she kisses him back with everything she’s got. She’s been waiting for this, she realizes, for weeks.

Richter wraps his free arm around her waist and tugs her so close there’s less space between their torsos than there is between her and the corset she’s in. He bites at her bottom lip, a stream of words tumbling out of his mouth between kisses.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Annette.” His tongue sweeps across her bottom lip. “No one compares to you and they never will. You’re everything I could ever want.”

She whimpers, fire burning in her veins and heating her skin while her hands raking through Richter’s hair to find a good handful to twist her fingers in. His hand on her face smooths down her neck, over her collarbone and across the corset; Richter breaks the kiss to glance between when his fingers met the closures of her wide skirt.

“We need more room.” He says, his voice sounding hoarse.

Annette gets the hint, and she agrees, her mind already having thought about getting rid of the contraption long before they sat on this bench. She nudges his hand out of the way, working the clasps open with an expert flick of her fingers.

“Help me stand?” She asks Richter, gathering some of the skirt and pre lifting it so she won’t be unceremoniously dragged to the ground when it falls.

Richter grips her by the shoulders, standing with her when Annette gives him the go head. His rough hands on her bare skin makes Annette’s legs shake and she bites her lip hard to focus on the task at hand. The under wiring of the fabric hits the ground with a thump and Annette lets the skirt itself follow not too long after. She steps out of the mess, feeling exposed but free in her long breeches and corset. She looks up to meet Richter’s eyes, struck by how deeply he is looking at her and everything around them fades away.

His eyes are blown wide, the bright blue seemingly on fire as they run along her body and back up to her face. Richter licks his bottom lip, squeezes her shoulders and kisses her again; his tongue hot and demanding as they stumble back to the bench and Richter sits, pulling Annette into his lap.

“Richter.”

He grins, his lips molded against hers so tightly that him smiling forced her to do the same. Annette shifts, letting her knees straddle his hips and her arms wrap around his neck.

Dropping her full weight into his lap, Annette shudders at how solid Richter is and how safe she feels when he spreads both hands along her body to keep her close.

Her lungs scream for air, the burning in them reminding her that while kissing Richter is life changing and she hopes to be doing it a lot more; there won’t be a life to change if she doesn’t take a breath.

Annette breaks the kiss, moaning when Richter’s mouth immediately chases after hers and his fingers tighten on her waist to keep her from getting too far.

Her name ghosts across his lips, his head falling forward a bit and while Annette greedily breathes deep; Richter plants soft kisses along her collarbone. His nose cold when it brushed along the base of her throat.

“Richter.” She whimpers, his lips finding a particularly sensitive spot in the space where her neck and shoulder meet. The sensation sends bolts of lightning straight to her hips, to her core; making her buck in search of friction.

“I’m here, Annette.” He murmurs into her skin, his fingers pressing into her shoulder blades as if she’s a bowl of liquid gold to be savored. “I’m here and I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

She preens, scratching at his scalp and grinding her hips down; pleased with herself when Richter shudders.

He squeezes her sides against, kissing the tip of her nose. “I have an idea.”

Annette tilts her head curiously, seeing mischief flash across Richter’s pretty face. He lifts her with ease, moving her to sit astride his thigh and Annette’s brain goes blank when the pressure of his bulky thigh between her legs is exactly what she’d been seeking out since they first embraced. She wants to sob, she wants to scream and—

“Is that better baby?” Richter asks so low that Annette almost doesn’t hear him.

Her lower back tingles, choking a moan out of her heaving chest; her breasts threatening to spill from the top of the corset at any second.

Richter smiles at her, his eyes intently watched face as one hand grips her ass and the other plants on hip. He kisses the corner of her mouth, only pulling back enough to brush their noses together and then at the same moment, rocks her hips down on his tensed thigh.

The sound Annette makes isn’t human, it falls into Richter’s ears like the first time an Angel’s voice was heard and the air around them heats up to an almost unbearable point.

He moves her hips twice more, a grin tugging on his lips when the third thrust is made by her and her alone. Her hands scratch her the back of his neck, eyes fluttering with each roll of her hips.

“R-Richter…” her bottom lip trembles.

“You’re doing great, Annette.” He encouraged, leaning forward and placing sweet kisses across her heaving cleavage. “Take what you need, baby.”

Despite the heat that spreads through her face, Annette doesn’t need to be told twice. Her hips pick up the rhythm they nearly lost, rolling and grinding against Richter’s thigh.

It’s not long before Annette’s panting, practically bouncing on him to keep applying pressure on her soaking clit; her undergarment has long since acquired a wet spot but she can’t be bothered to care.

Richter’s hands return her hips, helping her by tugging, pushing and dragging her hips back and forth on his thigh. He bows his head, groaning as he bites and suckles at the way her corset presents her bosom to him, the ample flesh jiggling with every movement.

Annette can’t hear much beyond the sound of her own whines and Richter’s grunts that seem to coincide with each curl of her hips. Her head falls forward, her arms cradling Richter to her chest and her gaze drifts down to where her knee rubs at Richter’s cock through his suit pants.

Biting her lip, Annette whimpers at the thought that her grinding against Richter’s thigh has gotten him to this point. It’s one of the last coherent thoughts she has as Richter’s hands on her hips change the rhythm in which she grinds on his thighs and stars explode in Annette’s eyes.

“You’re doing so good Annette.” Richter mumbles, placing wet kisses to her neck. “Doing so good for me, pretty girl.”

Her orgasm sneaks up on her, she suspects Richter’s endless terms of endearment have more to do with it than he realizes but she can only open her mouth to shout an intelligible mess of curses as she clenches her thighs and cums. A sob of desperation clawing out of her as her cunt pulses around nothing, her ears ringing violently.

Richter holds onto her, moving his lips across whatever parts of her sweaty skin he can reach.

She feels him shake against her, the hardness hidden by the dark fabric of his pants silently promising that there can be more if she wishes it.

And she does.

“Richter,” Her voice is breathless and light, twinkling out of her mouth as she lets her head fall back and shakes with aftershocks.

He bites her collarbone, one hand skimming down her back.

“Still trust me?” He asks.

Annette nods, biting her lip as she holds his gaze. “Of course I trust you, Richter.”

He grins, lifting her from his thigh but instead of rearranging her into his lap, Richter gets to his feet. He holds her by the waist, the toes of her fancy shoes inches from the ground as if she weights no more than a gathers basket of apples.

Annette looks up at him, her eyebrows raising when he sets her feet to the ground slowly and then turns her by her shoulders, bringing her back to his front.

She glances down, the edge stone bench brushes just above her knee and a new wave of heat starts to rebuild in her lower belly.

Richter wraps one arm across her ribs, pinning her back against him while his other hand tilts her head to the side and his lips find hers. His hand at her hip tucks two fingers in front of her breeches where they’re tied closed with string.

He hesitates for a second, breaking their kiss to stare at her, his blue eyes gazing at her with such pure revere that Annette wants to hide away from him but never let him look at anything other than her again.

“Here,” she says softly.

Her hips push up against his, her ass rubbing seductively against his still clothed cock as she bends at the waist until the tips of her fingers come in contact with the cold stone of the bench.

Richter’s hand grip her hips, his thumbs massaging the skin between the corset and undergarment. Steadying herself, Annette quickly unties the string of the breeches and lets them fall down to her ankles.

Above her, Richter groans.

“Annette, you’re going to be the end of me.” He hisses.

She looks over her shoulder at him, smiling prettily as she teases,

“We better hurry up then, you’re not allowed to die until you’ve been inside me.”

Richter splays one hand on her lower back, fingers hooking in the ribbons of the corset while his other hand pops the button on his dress pants and tugs down the zipper.

Annette pushes her hips back impatiently, a voice in her mind reminding her the party will over soon and the garden more than likely be flooded with inebriated people. She wants to be long gone and in Richter’s bed by then.

“I need you Richter,” she whines, bringing herself back to the present and looking at him again.

He rolls his hips into hers again, this time though all the barriers have finally been removed and the hot, soft skin of his cock bumping against her soaked pussy nearly buckles Annette’s knees.

She closes her eyes when she finally feels the mushroom head searching for her entrance, Annette twists her hips up and back; a shout falling from her mouth when Richter’s cock slides into her in one long stroke.

Stars burst behind her eyelids, her fingers curling around the hard stone edge of the bench as she pushes her hips up higher in an attempt to take Richter even deeper.

“Fuck, baby.” He breathes. “You’re so—so tight.”

Annette shakes, clenching around his thick girth as she begs,

“Please Richter, please move.”

He chuckles, breath labored as he fights to hold onto his last bit of sanity. His fingers tighten in the laced up ribbon, his own personal pair or reigns and his feet nudge her legs wider.

“You’re ready pretty girl?” Richter asks, and without waiting for to answer he drags his cock back until only the tip is left inside of her.

He pauses, just long enough for her to suck in a breath of protest at his snail like pace before yanking on the ribbons at her back and slamming deep down into her.

His pace is punishing.

His hips pounding bruises into her, watching in lustful awe as her ass bounces and jiggles with each of his thrusts, her pussy coating his cock with her essence as he fucks into her like a man dying of thirst.

The sound of their skin slapping together fills the garden, over powering the crickets and falling into harmony with Annette’s moans of mind numbing pleasure. Her tone climber higher and higher until she suddenly shrieks, her back arching hard and her cunt spasming around him.

“Richter! Richter! RICHTER!”

Her nails scratch at the bench and he pulls her up, wrapping one arm over her shoulders to keep her back to his chest as he fucks her through her orgasm.

“You take my cock so well, Annette.” He growls into her head. “You were made for me.”

“Yes. Yours! I’m yours Richter!” She sobs, her head lulling back against his shoulders.

He pumps into her until the last very possible moment, holding his breath as he wrings two more moans from her before jerking his hips back far enough to pull out of her.

Annette’s hand smacks his own away as she takes hold of his glistening cock and twists her hand from the head to the base.

She kisses his chin, her teeth nipping at it when she murmurs,

“I really wanna see you cum, Richter.” The tip of her tongue glides across his lip. “Please cum for me Richter.”

The coil in his lower spine finally snaps. He pulses in her hands grunting as ropes of cum spurt from him and land on her thigh and hip.

“Oh fuck, Annette.” Richter groans, pulling her into a rough kiss thats all tongue and teeth.

They slump against each other, Richter holding the majority of Annette’s weight as they both try to return their breathing to normal. They’re slow to pull apart, but the distant sounds of the party expanding eventually forces them clean up and redress as best they can.

Richter gives Annette his suit jacket, buttoning it closed for her after she rights her undergarments and the skirt though she chooses to leave the wiring where it lay in the pebbled ground.

They hold hands and occasionally kiss as they walk back through the garden, around the side of the massive mansion and down the long gravel pathway.

Edouard is waiting for them, just outside the gate and he only smiles knowingly when he assures them he hasn’t been there long and that the party still has hours to go.

“I knew after you got Richter to calm down you’d both be ready to go home.” Edouard explains with a shrug.

Annette makes sure to squeeze his hand in thanks on the journey back to Tera’s.

The End

🫣you made it to the end lol I hope y’all enjoyed this one for real, let me know what you think please like and reblog!

#richette #richter x annette #richette fanfic #richette smut #smut #richter belmont #annette castlevania #annette #castlevania: nocturne #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #smut one of two #evie’s stories #my writing

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skyrim-forever · 1 day ago

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Sujamma Sundas

Thank you @sulphuricgrin for the tag and lovely, eerie scene <3

Tagging: @theoneandonlysemla @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @pocket-vvardvark @changelingsandothernonsense @scholarlyhermit

[This week Sujamma has been brushing up on his literacy. It's hard being a humble Nix-Hound. Reading doesn't come naturally to him, but he's doing his best! This week Sujamma is hoping you will help him learn to read!

Post a favorite scene, favorite sentence, favorite dialogue, favorite anything from any fic you've written! If you haven't written any fic, feel free to share your ideas. If you don't have any, recommend a friend's fic!]

I've decided to share this scene from Chapter 3 of my AU fic These are no times for people like us aka my angsty AU about what if their son grew up without a father. This scene is after an argument between Theodora and her son as he's come home to find a certain mer a bit too close to his mother and Ondolemar is taking what might be the one opportunity he has.

There’s nowhere for Arthano to go, nowhere other than out into the darkness. Howling rain and wind, the waves aggressive from sound alone as the night hides them. So he doesn’t go anywhere, choosing instead to kick at the sand in a feeble attempt to take out the anger. Though the dents he makes are unsatisfying, still so much emotion in him, the young man collapses along the shoreline letting the tears fall in the comfort of the night. The rain added extra deniability if anyone were to see him. The sound of footsteps behind him, not hearing them until they are too close, proves someone is here.

“Go away Mother, I’ve heard enough from you. You like keeping secrets so keep your thoughts a secret as well.”

“You should not speak to your mother like that.” Him. In spite of the rain, the match inside him is lit again, so is the flames spell he readies as he stands up.

“Who the fuck do you think you are you fucking piece of shit?”

“The object of your ire.” What? Again, confusion washes over him. “You are angry at your mother for keeping what I am a secret, you are angry that she would associate with me at all. Further, you are angry at the Thalmor for how your life specifically has been affected, in all of those I am the common denominator. Your ire is with me, not your mother. Keep it focused on me.” Feeling the fire at his fingertips, Arthano agrees.

“You’re right, you are the problem.”

Magical ability was innate to Altmer, the only thing Arthano really appreciated about that part of him. Where others struggled with the practicals, it came naturally for him. His old mentor Voranil had taught him a lot about conjuration, even more of enchanting which had been his specialty. An old friend of his mother’s Teldryn Sero taught him destruction when the Altmer he looked to as a father revealed his true colours. That had been easy too. All manners of fire and lighting he could make; it felt powerful to do such a thing, being on the receiving end much less so. As he pulls his arm back with the intent to rid himself the problem, the other simply grabs his wrist and lightly twists. Not causing any pain but making the flames dissipate to the younger’s shock.

“What did you-”

“Have you killed anyone?”

“No…” But you have .

“Then I wouldn’t recommend picking it up now.” He removes his hand. “If nothing else, be better than myself in that regard.”

“I am better than you.”

“Of course you are, already leagues braver than I was at your age. Though I wanted to kill my father, I never put any plans into action; you, however, saw the moment and seized it. Quick thinking, smart.”

It would seem much of what his mother told him was true about the mer in front of him.

“Your paternal grandfather was not good to his family, he lied, gambled, stole, cheated, had no morality. Your father spent his whole life trying to escape his legacy, replace it with his own.” Maybe they could share this one thing in common, aside from the obvious of their appearance, hatred of their fathers. Now, they could even share the desire to escape their legacy. But it is odd, everything about him was odd, that he commends him for trying to burn him to a crisp, the fact that wouldn’t work due to the heavy downpour doesn’t matter. An attempt on his life was just made and he was… proud of him? Was that what it was? And why does the thought of it ease the weight of the earlier revelation?

#tesblr #sujamma sundas #oc: arthano #ondolemar has known about his existence for like 72 hours at most #already so proud!!!#look at the boy!!!#seizing the opportunity!!!

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This ain't a thing ; Oz Cobb x Reader

summary: PART TWO TO DADDY'S FRIEND! [PART ONE HERE] Oz stops by reader's place to return the purse she drunkenly left at the Iceberg Lounge the night before. Reader's father isn't home, so she invites Oz in to see if he's thought about last night.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 3.5K | female reader, older man/younger woman, spoiled bratty reader, mentions of affluence, somewhat established relationship, a sprinkling of plot, lots of teasing and sexual tension, handjobs, blowjobs, brief fingering, masturbation and reader being a manipulative power bottom, I suppose?

a/n: I'm having a little too much fun with this.... for the remaining oz girlies on my page.... kisses to you. banner by @/strangergraphics!

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Your hand juts out from underneath the covers, reaching for your phone. There’s nothing but open space as you feel around on your bedside table. You barely remember getting in bed last night, let alone where your phone was. You let out a plaintive groan, and throw the covers off your body. Moaning as you go, you stumble barefoot to your attached bathroom, and fumble in your medicine cabinet for the ibuprofen. You take two with a gulp of sink water, and straighten up, looking at yourself in the mirror.

Last night, you somehow managed to get yourself into pyjamas, which consisted of a very cheeky pair of silk sleep shorts and a tank top. Ever the fashionista. You look at the clock on the bathroom wall – it’s 9:30. Which means Daddy’s gone to work, and you’re left alone. The child of a divorce, and you’re grateful for it, because you’ve got the hangover from hell. If there’s one thing you’re not in the mood for, it’s anybody’s chastising.

Begrudgingly, you decide you need some breakfast. And a latte. Definitely a latte, before anything else. Thank god your parents have all the best appliances, because you still haven’t located your phone and while it’s your preferred method, ordering in is out of the question.

You pad down the plush carpeted steps, and down the hall. The kitchen is on the opposite side of the house, but you’ve got a skip in your step at the thought of hot coffee. Pulling down a mug from the cupboard, you get to work in front of the coffee machine, pouring in milk and letting it froth. The doorbell rings throughout the house.

The interruption annoys you slightly, considering you’re expecting a mailman or some sort of delivery guy. Once you get to the front door, you stand on your tiptoes and peer through the peephole. Lips parted. Prepped to tell them, ‘Leave it at the door.’

Oh.

You lower down, and open the door gradually, careful to not reveal any of your excitement. He’s dressed a little more casually than last night; wearing black slacks, and a purple shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top, revealing coarse, black hair. He’s still got a wool overcoat on, ever presentable. You smile crookedly, and open the door further, letting the handle slip from your grasp.

“Hi, Ozzy…” you coo.

Oz looks at you, his eyes skipping quickly down your scantily clad body before returning to your face. There’s something he wants to say, you can tell, but he shakes it off with a shift of his shoulders.

He clears his throat, his tongue darting across his bottom lip. “You forgot this last night. Thought I’d bring it to ya’.”

He lifts the purse between you two. With a coy smile, you reach forward, hooking your finger around the handle. He lets it go, and it swings from your outstretched finger.

“Daddy isn’t home,” you say, leaning seductively against the doorframe. This poor guy, you think, he’s just standing on my doorstep, trying to do something nice and here I am…

“I know, I uh – called him before I came over.”

Kiss ass. For a moment, you say nothing, only staring at him. Tension crackles between you two, tangibly. Finally, you press your back against the doorframe, allowing him space to walk past you.

“You wanna’ come in? I’m making coffee…”

“Nah, doll… I shouldn’t.” He looks up at the security camera in the corner, then back to you. He licks his lips again.

You scoff, taking note of that. “Oh, stop it. He won’t mind. He’d probably say I was being rude if I didn’t invite you in.”

“Sweetheart,” he starts, but is immediately cut off by your pouting expression. He sees it, and god, the way you’re lookin’ at him has him crumbling. He clenches his fist at his side, and takes a moment, righting himself.

“Oz,” you whisper, rolling your head back and forth against the wood. “Come inside.”

You like how that sounds coming off your lips, and so does he. Maybe a little too much. Just like your father does when he knows he’s lost, he heaves a sigh and steps up onto the front stoop. His arm brushes your breasts as he moves past, and you suppress a shiver. Obsession roils in your stomach like a hungry beast, untameable and feral. You shut the door, twisting the lock into place. You two stand there, silent, for a moment before you finally speak up, rocking back and forth on your bare heels.

“What are you thinking about? Are you upset about last night?”

He raises his glance to you. The mere mention brings it back like a dirty movie; the way you were grabbing on his dick, forcing your tongue in his mouth, grinding your perfect little body against his big, broad one.

“Last night? Nah! I ain’t thinkin’ about that.” That’s a lie. He is as much as you are. “I was just thinkin’ about uh, y’know. Coffee. Since you mentioned it n’ all.”

“You want coffee?”

“Sure. I’ll take some.”

You perk up and trot past him, knowing full well that the bottom of your ass cheeks are on display, teasing him, taunting him. You don’t have to hold his hand this time, because he happily follows you into the kitchen.

With the distraction now behind you, literally, you resume your latte. Every so often, you peek behind you, and Oz is standing at the edge of the island with his hands crossed in front of him, like he’s waiting for orders. Jesus Christ.

“Oz, will you chill out? The only camera is at the door. Nobody’s going to see anything.”

He shifts and his shoulders relax, some of the tension releasing at your words. Your father seemed like the type to record his entire house, but he furrows his heavy brows, looking at you. What’s there to see? Nothin’.

With two coffee cups in hand and your purse in the crook of your arm, you jerk your head, urging him to follow you once more. “C’mon, it’s comfier in my bedroom.”

There’s a look in his eye, one that you devour. He seems real uneasy about that as he shuffles forward.

Once you’re back in your room, at your urging, Oz sits stiffly on the velvet chair in front of your vanity, and after giving him the coffee, you toss the purse on the bed, and perch on the edge of it, which is still unmade from this morning. You tuck one leg underneath you, letting the other hang limply off the edge.

“Have you thought about last night?” You ask, wrapping your fingers around the warm curve of the mug before taking a couple sips.

“How could I not, huh? You were pretty fuckin’ hammered, sweetheart. You could barely stand. How you feelin’ now?”

You roll your eyes almost imperceptibly, and take a sip of coffee. “I’m fine. I’m just thinking about what I did in the elevator.”

He chuckles breathily, and shakes his head, reassuring you that he wasn’t upset. “Ah, don’t think about it, sweetheart. You were drunk, and –”

“What if I want to think ‘bout it?” You set the coffee cup on the small circular table next to you, and get to your feet. One step at a time, you saunter towards him, bare feet digging into the plush carpet. Oz catches your gaze and swallows hard, watching as you close in. He sets the coffee on your vanity and turns back to you, a serious expression etched into his features.

“Look. Doll. What happened last night is… forget about it. This…” He stammers, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “This ain’t a thing.”

“Alright, Ozzy,” you murmur, moving closer. “Then stop me. Stop me, finish your coffee and leave.”

He wishes you’d stop calling him Ozzy, it makes his dick twitch in his slacks every single time. He looks past you, to your tufted bed frame. Your room oozes opulence, and acts a stark reminder of whose house he’s in. He doesn’t stop you fast enough, because by the time he opens his mouth to speak, you’ve slotted yourself in between his thighs, your body a hair’s breadth away from his. In his sitting position, you’re taller than him, and gaze down at him with an unparalleled hunger. Your breath mingles with his, and his words die in his throat.

“Yeaaah, I thought so.” You throw your head back in a laugh, and reach forward, sliding your hands in between his broad neck and the collar of his shirt. The contact makes Oz shiver, and you revel in the bloom of power that you feel beneath your fingertips. You trail down into the warmth of his coat, running your fingers underneath his suspenders, following them down to the waistband of his slacks. Oz’s big, strong hand finds one of your smaller ones at the wrist, holding it in place.

“Fuck… you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me, baby.”

He’s tenting in his slacks. You reach down with your free hand, boldly stroking the outline of his hardening cock with a single manicured nail. “Mm… I think I do.”

At that, Oz lets a groan slip. He can’t fuckin’ help it at this point, and his dick throbs.

“Touch me, Ozzy…” You pivot your hand in his grasp, latching onto it before yanking it hard to the crotch of your shorts. You press his thick fingers against your core, forcing him to feel the damp heat between your legs. The silk is already soaked through, and you urge more pressure.

“I said, fucking touch me. I know you want to.”

His tongue darts out again, wetting his lips. Who is he to deny your command? Oz’s fingers twitch to life between your legs, feeling the slickened fabric. They feel around your clothed slit, curiously, and through the fabric, he finds your swelling clit, running a few wide, soft circles around it. Your hips buck forward, a moan tumbling off your lips.

After a few moments of letting him touch your clothed cunt, you tug his hand away and kneel in front of him. Oz’s lust-laden gaze follows yours as you lower yourself down.

“Doll, what’re you doin’, huh? This is crazy.”

You shake your head, ignoring his insecurities and fears. Without a word, you free his cock from his slacks; thick and framed by a thatch of thick, black hair. It’s standing to attention and a perfect bead of precum leaks from the blushing head.

You reach forward, wrapping your fist around his shaft at the base and begin jerking him off in long, slow strokes. The feeling of it, velvet heat, and heavy in your hand, is enough to make your cunt twinge with heat. Above you, Oz is gripping the edge of your seat, his knuckles turning white.

“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t be doin’ this, y’know? This is fucked up…”

“Why?” You ask, coyly. You know. You know the reason that this has Oz twitching in your grip; the fear of getting caught turns him on, and knowing just whose daughter he’s getting a handy from… that turns him on, too.

“If your dad comes in here right now, I'm cooked.”

“Ugh, I told you, he’s not home. It’s just you and me, Oz. You like this, don’t you?”

You squeeze his dick at the head, milking some more precum from the tip. It dribbles onto your hand, and you rub it along the length, making it easier to glide up and down. “You liked it when I grabbed your dick in the elevator, didn’t you?”

“God damn right I did,” Oz chokes out.

“Why didn’t you kiss me back?”

Oz barks out a laugh, shifting his hips forward slightly as if he’s pathetically reminding you that his dick is out. You haven’t forgotten, and you shift your wanton gaze back to it. “Ah’cmon, y’know I couldn’t have done anything then! Nothin’ personal.”

His brown eyes glaze over with lust as you continue to stroke him, your thumb swiping over the tip with each pass of your hand. His cock twitches in your grasp as his body tenses, deepening his arousal. You’re doing it so casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Meanwhile, a thin sheen of sweat coats his forehead, and he’s getting hot under the collar.

“You want me to suck it?” You ask, looking up at him with big, bright eyes.

Flabbergasted by your question, he shrugs a little, and a nervous, breathy laugh tumbles off his scarred lips as your lips near his cock. Testing him. Taunting him. Seeing what he’ll put up with, or if his resolve is already broken. You suspect that it’s already shattered, because when your tongue flops out to trace the veiny underside of his cock, he jerks forward, hand snapping to the back of your head.

You reach behind your head and pull his hand away, bringing it eyelevel. You hum as you play gently with his fingers, your smaller ones slipping in and out of his thicker ones with ease. You run over his ring, tracing the grooves in the cool metal. Lazily, you lap at his cock again, precum beading up at the tip.

“How bad do you want it, Ozzy? Hm?”

You’re close enough that he can feel your breath washing over the head of his dick, and it’s drivin’ him up the fuckin’ wall. He laughs through his nose though, acting tough, and looks from your eyes to your mouth and back again.

“Pretty fuckin’ bad, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna’ lie to you. I wanna’ know how that mouth of yours feels around my dick.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Abruptly, the sound of your ringtone shatters the silence between you two, filling the room. You scurry over to your bed, pulling the phone from your purse. You’re surprised that it still has a charge– though it isn’t much. You slide the button to the right, and tap the speakerphone. You return to the floor in front of Oz’s legs, resting your chin on his knee.

“Hi daddy,” you say, reaching up to jerk Oz’s dick off centimeters from your mouth.

“Hi, baby. How are you?”

As soon as Oz hears your father’s voice, he leans back in the chair, rubbing his big hand over his face. He can’t fuckin’ believe you – putting it on speakerphone just to torture him? Playin’ a real dangerous game.

“Fine. Little hungover.” You lick at the tip of his cock, smiling proudly to yourself. Despite his feelings, Oz is doing a good job above you to make a single sound. It’s very clear that he wants to. His broad, big chest heaves with silent, laboured breaths as he watches you.

Your father clears his throat. “Did Oz come by?”

You look up to Oz’s face, and he swallows hard.

“Yeah.” You let go of his cock, and tap the tip of it with your finger. “He’s still here. I was making coffee. I invited him in to have some. Wanna’ talk to him?”

There’s a moment of silence, and Oz looks like he’s gonna’ have an aneurysm. His dark eyes widen angrily and he shakes his head at you, silently pleading for you to not pass the phone his way. You grip his cock again and lick another long line from the base to the tip. Oz’s hips pitch forward and he almost lets out a groan.

“No, no. That’s alright. I’d better get back to work – tell him I said thank you for stopping by to check on you.”

“Okay, daddy. I will.”

“I love you.”

You echo the sentiment and press the button to end the call. Oz heaves a loud sigh, and looks down at you like he’s got a devil between his legs.

“The hell d’you think you’re doin’, huh? You’re a real piece of fuckin’ work, y’know that?”

Your lids flutter as you roll your eyes, uninterested in participating in his nervous bantering. “That’s why you’re so hard, right? Do you want me to suck your cock, or not?”

“Yeah.” He nods once. “Yeah, suck it, sweetheart.”

There it is. You waste no time in taking his heavy cock into your mouth, reveling in his personal taste. Slowly, you urge him deeper until the head hits the back of your throat and makes you want to gag. The feeling is warm, and you close your eyes, burying your nose in the hair above his dick. Oz groans above you, and his hand finds the back of your head again, this time, gripping the strands slightly.

“Oh shit,” he stammers out. “Fuck me.”

You feel his eyes on you as you begin bobbing your head up and down, letting it slide out of your mouth before driving your head back down. Every so often, you feel it twitch against your tongue, and you can’t help but smile when it happens – and silently wonder when the last time he got his dick sucked was. Couldn’t have been recently, he’s practically coming apart already. Hot tears well at the corners of your eyes as your gag reflex is activated over and over again, but you don’t pull back, and power through the movements. Oz notices this though, and he reaches his hand down to your shoulder, where he grips it softly.

He’s breathless when he speaks. “You doin’ okay, doll?”

You nod your head a few times on his cock, indicating that you’re doing just fine. It’s cute that he’s worried. Worried that maybe if you aren’t doing okay, you might just call your dad back and tell him what you’re doing.

You reach your hand down between your legs; your silk shorts are soaked through with your arousal. You pull back from Oz’s swollen cock, swallowing the collection of spit and precum, and look him in the eye, your gaze unwavering as you begin to speak.

“I wonder what your dick would feel like inside me.” Your words are casual, but the hunger that claws your insides is anything but. You want so desperately to get up and turn around, pulling the fabric down over the swell of your ass and slip his thick cock inside, feeling that burning stretch as your slickened walls struggle to accommodate his girth.

You deepthroat him again, and you feel the muscles in Oz’s big thighs tense up beneath your hands. In fact, you feel everything tense up. You laugh through your nose, unsurprised that he didn’t last very long. That’s cute, too. He’s probably thinking about fucking your tight little cunt.

When he comes, it’s warm and viscous and coats the inside of your throat in virile pulses. You breathe through your nose as you swallow him down. Once the spurts subside, you back up, letting his cock slide messily from your throat. A heavy string of spit and cum stretches from the tip, and you whisk it away as you wipe your chin, which has accumulated the fluids too.

“I always get what I want, remember?”

“Fuck,” Oz says, tucking his fading cock hurriedly back into his slacks. Post-nut clarity has hit and he’s back to his worrying state, looking around your room like your father is going to pop out from the closet and wring his neck.

“I’m going to fuck you next.” You say it not as a question, or a plea, but a simple fact. The next time you see Oz, you’re going to let him fuck you, because he wants it, and you want it more.

Oz stands up, looking down at you. You wipe the corner of your mouth with your thumb, gazing up at him with that sweet, falsely innocent gaze of yours. He chuckles, the sound filling your room.

He takes a long swig of the coffee, now room temperature, and sets the cup back down on your vanity.

“Thanks for the coffee, doll.”

“And?” You ask, expectantly.

“And for suckin’ me off.”

You nod, satisfied. “You’re welcome.”

Oz looks at you for a second, really looks at you, like he’s trying to figure out what your game is, what makes you tick. You flash him a bright smile, and nod your head towards the door. His gait isn’t graceful as he moves past you, but there’s something that swells in your core at the way he ambles down the hall, and then the stairs, taking them carefully.

Once you’re at the front door, you lean against the doorframe again. For the second time in 48 hours, you’re saying goodbye to him. You say his name again, equally as coy, but a little less sloppy than the night before.

After Oz leaves, you’re immediately racing back up the stairs. You launch yourself onto your bed, and your hand is in your bedside drawer, searching blindly for that satin drawstring bag. It’s in the back of your drawer, nestled amongst lip gloss and hair ties; your pink dildo. You rip it open and immediately twist the base, activating the vibrating function.

You waste no time in sliding it in. You’re wet, and it’s easy to fuck yourself on it, hard and fast, like you’d want Oz to fuck you. With the heady taste of him still on your tongue, it doesn’t take you long to come, and when you do, you say his name over and over again.

When your father gets home, you think, you’ll have to steal Oz’s number from his phone.

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