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domjaehyun · 3 months ago

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the boy is mine (l.dh) — part five

PAIRING. haechan x fem!reader GENRES. smut, angst WORD COUNT. 15.6k CONTENTS. infidelity, alcohol & weed consumption (MC is a non-smoker if that matters to you), explicit smut (dirty talk, fingering, finger sucking, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), groping/frottage, marking, spit play, (brief) ear play, breast play, creampies/unprotected sex (if you explicitly need me, a stranger on the internet, to tell you not to fuck raw, you are not responsible enough to be reading this. move along now), snowballing, public sex, car sex, riding, bratty dom-leaning switch!haechan, bratty sub-leaning switch!reader, sweet dom!jeno, face riding, handjob, overstimulation (receiving), praise kink (receiving), light degradation kink (giving), mating press, morning sex) NOTES. here’s part five!! i hope you enjoy it!! please leave feedback if you liked it :) i would also greatly appreciate tips if you really liked it :3 THANK YOU LIKE THE HUUUUUGEST THANK YOU TO BRI (@jalitepng) FOR BETA READING THIS BIG OL FIC :D PLAYLIST. the boy is mine - ariana grande // fantasize - ariana grande (unreleased) // lowkey (feat. erykah badu) - teyana taylor // agora hills - doja cat // pussy is mine - miguel // softest touch - khalid // cut - tori kelly // seatbelt - josh levi // often - doja cat // surrender - nbdy

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You wake up before Haechan, or so you think before you feel him shift beside you, hips pressing into the flesh of your ass and thighs. His length digs into the space where your thighs and ass meet, hot and heavy on your backside.

“Haechan,” you groan, reaching back and pushing at his chest.

“Come on, baby, gimme a little something to work with.” he grunts in your ear as he clutches your hips and drags you back onto him so you’re practically sitting directly on his cock, the thick head of his length kissing where your lower lips meet.

“You’re so gross,” you mumble sleepily, ears perking up at the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath. “Don’t tell me you liked that.”

“Mm, why not? You gonna call me gross again?” he chuckles, shameless and eager. As if to further taunt you, he latches wet lips onto your shoulder and sucks and licks a path up to your ear. When you squirm away, one of his hands clutches your chin to hold your head in place. He swirls his tongue around the shell of your ear before dipping it directly into your ear, making you jump and squeal in surprise.

His responding chuckle sends ticklish vibrations through your eardrum and down your spine before his tongue dips into your ear once more, the sound and sensation of the wet muscle moving in your ear making your jaw drop and, to your surprise, eyes roll back into your head.

You reach back and clutch at his thigh with a shaky gasp as his tongue leisurely violates the sacred space that used to be your ear canal. His hand slowly slides down from your chin to your neck to your chest, where he cups one of your breasts in his hand and massages it slowly.

You can’t tell why it feels so good in spite of being incredibly overwhelming, but you can’t compose yourself enough to do anything but moan weakly, letting Haechan grope your chest and tongue at your ear to his heart’s content.

His fingers toy with and tug at your now hardened nipple, a soft groan leaving him that practically reverberates through you from his proximity to your ear. He lets his tongue slip out of your ear, chuckling triumphantly at the whine of disappointment that slips from your lips, before he sucks at your earlobe, simultaneously flicking your nipple back and forth and tracing circles around the bud.

“Thought I was gross,” he chuckles teasingly. “You warmed up to that pretty quickly.”

“What even was that? What fetish website did you find that on?” you question incredulously, frantically rubbing at your ear to rid it of the slimy feeling running all through where his tongue touched, and he snorts, catching your wrist and pulling your hand down.

“Why? Did you like getting your ear tongue-fucked?” he purrs, flicking his tongue over the hole in your ear cheekily and laughing when you complain and attempt to move away. “Wanna watch videos of it and touch yourself pretending I’m doing it to you?” he taunts breathlessly in your ear.

“You really are a little perverted freak, aren’t you?” you mutter in awe, and you don’t miss the way he stiffens behind you. “Don’t tell me that got you going, too.”

“Sure did, baby.” he grunts with an audible smile, and a moment later, you feel the now slick head of his length gliding up and down your upper thigh and experimentally pressing under the fleshy pocket where your asscheek meets your thigh.

“You know what?” you mumble, turning around to face him. He whines at the loss of contact but falls silent when you push his shoulder so he’s lying on his back and shift to straddle his legs, deliberately keeping your core hovering above where he clearly wants you most. “You’re not calling the shots anymore.”

His eyes widen in surprise before an unmistakable glint of excitement fills them. “No?”

“Nope.” you hum, running your nails down his bare chest and smiling when he shudders under your touch. “You’re a gross”—you poke his chest—“little”—poke—“pervert”—poke—“and I don’t think I should let you run whatever weird fetish experiments you want on me.”

He frowns up at you petulantly, but his length twitches under you, making his upset façade crack. “But I need you,” he urges, hands moving to caress your thighs.

“Need me to what?” you ask with an air of innocent curiosity. “If it’s gross, I’m not doing it,�� you warn, trying to hide the thrill spreading throughout your body from being in charge of your very handsome, very bratty lover currently lying beneath you.

“Kiss me?” he asks breathlessly, and how could you say no to him with that pretty red blush spreading across his cheeks?

You pretend to think about it before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips that leaves him chasing after you for more. Before he can get too carried away, you press down on his chest to keep him flat on the bed, and he groans in protest.

“More,” he grunts, “please?” He’s quick to add, brows furrowed in frustration.

You sigh heavily, looking down at him with an unimpressed expression that has him squirming under you and his fingers digging into your thighs and hips. “What more do you want?”

“Tongue,” he replies immediately. “Wetter.”

“Wetter, huh?” you muse, leaning back down and cupping his chin as you bring your lips to his. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in anticipation, and you hum disappointedly. “We could have used that. Such a waste.”

Before he can reply, you’re kissing him, gradually deepening the kiss until his tongue is slipping into your mouth with a relieved moan escaping him before it starts to swirl around your tongue and flick at the inside of your mouth.

You let your reins slip a bit as he kisses you, chalking it up to his superior kissing skills, and allow him to grope your hips, thighs and ass freely, his fingers clawing at you greedily as he sucks on your tongue.

The only sounds to be heard in the room are the wet smacking sounds of your kissing and the muffled moans escaping both of you, Haechan’s sounds soon growing more desperate and plaintive until—

“What do you want now?” you manage to ask in the middle of the kiss, and he moans pleadingly, the sound so melodic and tempting that you wish you could record it and play it over and over.

“Need more,” he gasps. “Wetter.”

“Wetter?” you mumble into the kiss in surprise.

He gives your tongue a long, hard suck before letting it go to retreat back into your mouth. “Wetter.” he confirms.

“How much wetter can it get? Do you want me to spit in your mouth or something—?”

“Please?” His response is instant, eyes bright and wide and filled with an obscene amount of hope considering what he’s just asked you to do.

You only offer a surprised raising of your eyebrows in response before cupping his chin and squeezing. His mouth opens instantly, his tongue dropping out, all pretty and glistening and pink, and you hear his breath catch in his throat when you lean over him and let a string of saliva spill from your lips onto his tongue. As soon as it hits his tongue, he moans weakly, the sound more of a cry, and you lean in to kiss him, his tongue gliding wetly against yours as the mix of your and his saliva spills from his lips, dripping down his chin and onto your hand still cupping his face.

You pull back and fake a disgusted expression, wiping your wet hand off on his chest. “Yuck, Haechan, seriously?” you groan with a grimace, and he licks his lips, gazing up at you with wild, unapologetic eyes.

“Couldn’t help myself.” he pants shamelessly. When you scowl and move to get off of him, he grabs at your hips, desperately pulling you back down on him. When he pulls you a little harder than you anticipated, your core makes contact with his length and he hisses in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t leave yet.” he begs, voice on the verge of cracking.

“You can’t seriously think I’m gonna let you touch me after you just slobbered all over me.” you remark incredulously, and he nods excitedly.

“I’m not done,” he reminds you with a pointed look down to where you’re hovering over him, his length so hard it almost looks painful.

“What do you want?” you sigh in as bored of a tone as you can manage, considering his gradual undoing is affecting you more than you expected.

“I need to taste you,” he rasps, and you can’t deny that your core clenches with need at his words. “Want me to beg?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Not particularly—”

“Please let me eat your pussy, baby,” he groans, and a girlish, nervous giggle bubbles out from you amongst all the waves of desire that just crashed along your inner shore of composure. You definitely didn’t expect him to beg, but you also didn’t expect to like it so much. “Please, baby? Just need my tongue all over your pretty pussy—that’d make me feel so much better—”

“God, shut up,” you shudder, moving to cover his mouth. Haechan, however, always the brat, instantly clocks your body’s subconscious reaction to his begging and he decides to exploit it.

So he blocks your attempt to silence him, continuing with bright eyes, “Can I have you, baby? Can I please have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

“Stop,” you whimper, feeling your composure slipping as arousal blazes in your abdomen and between your legs, the sensation of your core leaking so pervasive that you have to hope you’re not literally dripping onto his thighs. “I get it, you can—”

“Thank you, baby,” he moans in relief, hooking his arms under and around your thighs before unceremoniously hoisting you up, yanking you closer and closer to his face before you even get the chance to process the situation and, when you’re finally close enough, sealing his mouth over your core with a blissed out sigh as you hiss in pleasure. He pulls back and presses increasingly wetter kisses to your folds, lips growing glossier with each kiss as he pulls back to reveal more of your arousal and his saliva on his mouth. “Love your pussy so much,” he mumbles drunkenly into your core, sucking on your clit and massaging the underside with his tongue as you tremble above him.

“Fuck,” you whisper in awe, marveling at how Haechan’s managed to completely turn this situation’s dynamic on its head. Once more, you’re coming undone at his mercy which, you think as he clutches your thighs closer to his face roughly, you won’t be seeing any time soon.

“You like sitting on my face, baby?” he slurs through lewd kisses placed all over your core and inner thighs. “I love it so much—feels so good—like Heaven—”

“Mm, yeah,” you shudder dreamily. “You’re so good to me,” you coo, and he nods eagerly, his nose rubbing against your clit so purposefully that you wonder if it was intentional.

“I’m so good to my baby, right? Love making my girl feel good—could worship this pretty pussy with my mouth for hours—and you’d let me, right, baby?” he purrs against your clit and you find yourself nodding dumbly, a mischievous grin curling his lips before he resumes massaging it with deep strokes of his tongue until you’re rutting against his face in a desperate race to climax.

“Gonna cum,” you gasp, and he hums, urging your thighs and hips down until you’re practically smothering him and his eyes gaze up at you, intense and sultry and heavy-lidded as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. When you finally climax, it’s with a full bodied shudder and cry of his name as your hips act of their own accord, dragging your core back and forth on his outstretched tongue and the tip of his nose. “So good, so fucking good—”

“My pretty girl likes when I eat her out, yeah?” he rasps, hands gliding up from your thighs to cup your breasts and squeeze. When you laugh breathlessly and nod, he grins and nestles his face between your legs with a delighted hum, turning your airy giggle into a moan of surprise as he brings his lips to your clit again, fingers pulling back the fleshy hood to reveal more of the sensitive button.

“Shit, Haechan—” you hiss, recoiling from the sudden onset of overwhelming pleasure.

you must do this often baby, it’s so telling what you can do it’s a simple understanding between me and you

“You just said you liked it,” he points out with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Yeah, but—”

oh, because ‘cause when you run your tongue up my thigh

“So let me do it again,” he coaxes before dragging his tongue up your inner thigh slowly and blinking up at you with that heavy stare that has you cracking, looking away for a moment of peace.

i can’t help but wonder, hmm, why? you got so much more up your sleeve

“Don’t you wanna cum, too?” you try to redirect him for at least long enough to recuperate from your last orgasm, but he shakes his head firmly and dismissively.

you wanna make sure i don’t leave

“Could probably cum just from playing with you,” he grunts happily and you blink down at him, stunned.

“Top-grade eater right here, folks,” you praise sarcastically, and he snickers before biting down on your thigh. “It appears he’s taken the term ‘eater’ a bit too literally, folks, what a blunder!” you announce to the audience of exactly no one, but he’s entertained all the same, laughing loudly as he sits up with a sudden movement that sends you practically toppling over onto your back.

“That went way smoother in my head,” he manages to get out through his laughter as he scrambles over your body to assess you. “You okay?” he half-asks, half-giggles, his laughter only intensifying when you narrow your eyes at him in a failed attempt to hide your own amusement.

“You’re horrible,” you groan through your laughing, and he drops down beside you in relief as he succumbs to his laughing fit.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says sweetly, reaching over to squeeze your thigh apologetically.

“It’s fine, I guess,” you answer sulkily, and he snickers, rubbing his hand over your thigh and massaging the flesh. “You alright there?” you chuckle after what seems like an inordinate amount of time of him caressing your leg.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he sighs dreamily, shifting closer to slide his hand up and down the expanse of your thigh.

“Thank you, I knew my lotions and body butters and body oils weren’t a waste of money,” you reply with a smile, and he shakes his head, shifting closer and kissing your cheek.

“Definitely not.” he mumbles, moving lower and kissing down your legs slowly with lingering, adoring kisses until he’s nosing your legs apart and slotting himself between them smoothly.

“You’re kidding,” you laugh incredulously, and he shakes his head, looking up at you with bright, hopeful eyes.

“I’m not,” he clarifies, and you pout down at him. “Let me try something?”

“Haechan, I already said no more fetish experiments on me—”

“Hear me out,” he presses, and something about the urgency in his voice has you falling silent and waving your hand for him to continue speaking. He shifts to hover over you so you’re face to face and gazes into your eyes before murmuring, “I wanna treat you like you’re mine.”

“Oh,” you mumble, shy all of a sudden, and his lips quirk up into a bashful smile.

“Yeah.”

“We can do that,” you agree softly, and his eyes widen in excitement before he scans your face and something softens in his gaze to a gentler, fond sort of fascination.

“Yeah?” he asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper as he brings his lips to yours.

“Yeah,” you let out a soft giggle before he connects your lips in a sweet kiss. It starts slow, with leisurely partings of the lips and teasing flicks of the tongue, but, because it’s Haechan, it builds, Haechan shifting slightly so your legs are slotted together and his thigh is up against your core before deepening the kiss and sucking playfully at your bottom lip and tongue.

When he parts from the kiss, he gazes down at you adoringly before whispering. “Hi.”

You smile up at him. “Hi.” When he doesn’t stop studying your face, you get bashful, turning your face away and covering your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you complain, and he lets out a low chuckle.

“Because I want to.” he replies, kissing your shoulder before pushing it back down so you’re flat on your back. “Because I can.” He kisses your neck. “Because you’re pretty.” He pulls your hand from your face and peppers kisses all over it until you’re laughing. “Because you’re mine.” His last words have so much conviction you have to question for a moment if he knows something you don’t.

so lie to me, lie to me, lie to me so sweet ‘cause i don’t ever want to imagine all the other n****s like me ever had a chance to get in your pants, so tell me that the pussy is mine

“I kinda do like the sound of that,” you admit with a sleepy smile, and he beams down at you before kissing you again, this time letting his hands caress your body slowly, leisurely, like you two have all the time in the world.

The very notion makes your chest ache with longing, and you’re surprised by how deep the ache is, like it’s unearthing an old bruise you can’t exactly see but can feel if you press just the right way.

Haechan remains oblivious to your inner turmoil, instead languidly leaving slow, wet kisses down your body until he’s at just below your navel before looking up at you with bright eyes.

“What does my pretty girl want me to do, hm?” he asks softly, sitting up so he’s sitting on his heels and letting your legs drape over his thighs. “Does she want me to taste her again?” he suggests, hands gliding up from your knees to your inner thighs, massaging and kneading the flesh.

“No,” you huff, frowning down at him petulantly, and he smiles fondly.

“What is it, baby?” he urges gently, leaning over you so you’re face to face again. “What does my baby want?”

You battle internally to find the least embarrassing words to express your desire, finally settling on, “I want you,” then reaching down to wrap a hand around his length, “here,” you finish, bringing the head of his shaft to your entrance.

He licks his lips and inhales deeply before nodding slowly and reaching between you two to replace your hand around his base, stroking himself slowly as he scans your face and body with such intensity it makes you shy, your gaze shifting away nervously.

He pushes into you until his tip is buried in your core, a low groan and a sharp intake of breath leaving him and you respectively before he slowly bottoms out, your hands instinctively finding each other as you link fingers and rest your interlocked hands on your thighs just below your hips.

“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs adoringly, stroking the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “You just wanted to feel me inside you, yeah? Feel my cock filling you up?”

“Yeah,” you whimper softly. “You feel so good, Haechan—please move?”

“Anything for you, baby.” he promises, slowly pulling out and pushing back in with fluid motions of his hips. You let out a moan and he repeats the motion, pushing in a bit more powerfully and chuckling when you grip his fingers harder. “Feels good, yeah?”

“So good,” you urge breathlessly. “Keep going—don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he grunts, starting to build a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head and small whimpers and moans leaving you involuntarily, the sounds music to Haechan’s ears as he thrusts into you with powerful, skilled strokes. Haechan admires you as you lie on the bed—the way your breasts shift with every thrust, the sweat and saliva glistening on your body, your heavy-lidded, glazed over eyes, and your mouth parted in a silent cry—and he lets out an overwhelmed groan. “You’re so beautiful, baby—can you look at me?”

With a great amount of difficulty, you manage to refocus your gaze on your lover as he drives his length into you, filling you in the best way.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he coos, and heat flares in your cheeks. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, baby,” you echo shyly, and he beams down at you with bright, twinkling eyes.

“You look so good,” he moans, his adoring expression almost too much to witness. “All for me, only for me, right, baby?”

“All for you,” you repeat in a whimper, and Haechan chuckles fondly.

“Are you repeating after me because you can’t think?” he taunts gently, reaching down between your bodies and massaging your clit as you cry out.

“Mm—no,” you protest, brows furrowed stubbornly, and he raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“No?” he echoes, pressing down firmly on your clit as he rubs circles around the bud, and you shake your head insistently. “So you can think?”

“Uh-huh—” you gasp out, and he snickers before leaning over you so you’re face to face again.

“Then I must be doing something wrong, hm?” he murmurs with a growing grin before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back into you with a smooth roll of his hips.

When you suck in a breath of surprise, he chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth, lingering as he works on building up a steady rhythm more intense than before. His one hand remains between your legs, working circles around your clit as he drags your linked hands up to beside your head to brace himself.

“Taking me so nice and deep, baby,” he praises, and you can only manage a whine in response. “Feel so good around me—like we were made for each other, pretty girl.”

“Mhm—” you pant, and he arches an eyebrow.

“Mhm, what?” he murmurs teasingly. “Mhm, we’re made for each other?”

“Mhm,” you sigh, relieved. “Mine.”

“Yours?” he laughs breathlessly, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as he pumps into you. “Are you mine, pretty?”

“All yours,” you hum dreamily, and he grins, kissing you again as he fucks you into a climax-induced stupor.

“All mine, huh? That’s what I like to hear,” he grunts as he slows down to deep, leisurely rolls of his hips as you come down from your high, and your walls clench around him, making him hiss. “Fuck, baby—do that again for me?”

“This?” you mumble sleepily, flexing around him, and he whimpers, nodding.

“Feels so good when you do that—so tight—milking me, baby, you’re so good to me—”

“You gonna cum in me, baby?” you ask in a soft lilt, gazing up at him.

“Mm, yeah,” he groans, “you want me to pull out?”

“No,” you hum, blissed out from your climax. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, baby, love when you talk like that.” he mumbles in a slurred voice. “Sound so pretty when you talk all nasty.”

“Want you to cum in me, baby,” you say with a small pout that you’ll deny later if it comes up. “Please?”

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he moans, his head dropping forward in ecstasy as his thrusts slow down gradually. “Pretty girl wants me to cum inside, I’m cumming in-fucking-side—”

“Want you to fill me up—wanna milk you dry—please?” you plead, and his eyes roll back into his head as he bottoms out in you, his length throbbing inside of you.

“Gonna be the death of me, baby,” he shudders as he fills you with his load. “That’s it, baby, take all of it,” he whispers as you clench around him repeatedly. “It’s all for you, mama, all yours.”

When he’s sure he’s got nothing left to give, he tries, bless his heart, not to crush you when he collapses on top of you, but fails miserably. You laugh breathlessly as he struggles to get comfortable, your laughter cutting short in surprise when he elects to lay on your chest between your legs with one hand caressing your side.

“So,” you muse, and he cranes his head to look at you before catching sight of the teasing expression on your face and burying his face between your breasts with a groan. “Mama, huh?”

“It’s just a thing people say,” he insists.

“I know. It isn’t a thing you say, though.” you point out with a grin, and he whines in protest, cupping your breasts before pushing them together and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. “You called me ‘mama’… now you’re sucking my ni—Haechan, I’m onto you—”

“Shut up!” He laughs loudly as he sits up slightly. “I just thought it felt right to call you that in the moment,” he whines, dipping back down briefly to place a kiss on your breast. “And I like your tits.”

“How sentimental and romantic.” you drawl, gazing up at him with an unimpressed expression.

His gaze softens to something tender yet still teasing. “You want me to be romantic?”

You blanch, realizing the implications of what you’ve said. “I, um, have to get ready for work.” you mumble awkwardly, sitting up slightly. Instead of moving out of your way like any normal person would, Haechan remains in your space, smiling at you knowingly.

“You like me.”

“Can you move, please?” you say with a pout, poking at his bare chest. “I have to shower.”

“Can you admit you like me?” he echoes your tone. “Then I’ll get up so we can shower.”

“We?”

“We.”

“Who says we’re showering together?” you scoff in amusement.

“Your water bill. The environment. The ecosystem. Me.”

You sigh loudly. “Fine.”

“Yay,” he says with a little smile. “Now admit you like me.”

“No!” you protest, but by the way he raises his eyebrows, you may have fallen into a trap.

“So you like me… but you won’t admit it.” he muses, and you scowl at him.

“Get away,” you complain with a small laugh, pushing at his chest. He lets you push him off of you this time, willingly flopping onto his back and running a hand through his hair as he regards you.

“I’ll take that for now.” he hums in satisfaction.

You narrow your eyes. “Shut up and let’s shower. You have work, too.”

“Mm,” he sighs happily, “okay, baby.”

When you emerge from the bathroom after washing up and finishing your skincare routine, you head over to your dresser and collect your lotion, body butter, and body oil before moving toward the bed.

Haechan is doing something on his phone as you enter the room, but when he catches a glimpse of you clad only in a bra, underwear, and an open robe, he locks it and clambers over from the headboard to the edge of the bed closest to you, eyes bright as he gazes up at you.

“Hi.” he says slightly breathlessly. “You look good.”

“Hi,” you echo, smiling in amusement. “Thank you,” you hum sincerely, and he watches as you squeeze lotion into your hand, eyes following your every move as you rub it into your arms.

“What’s this one?” he murmurs curiously, picking up the jar of your body butter.

“Body butter,” you answer simply as you bend over to apply lotion to your legs, and he nods in understanding.

“Can I smell it?” he asks hopefully, and you laugh as you nod, making him grin as he unscrews the top of the jar and brings it to his nose. “God, that stuff smells good.”

“That’s the goal,” you confirm, and he looks you up and down before wetting his lips slowly.

“Do you need help?” he asks, voice surprisingly husky, and a surreptitious glance at his lap reveals that he’s sporting a gradually growing erection.

“Believe it or not, I’ve done this before.” you reply wryly, and he pouts slightly.

“Do you want help?” he tries again.

You shrug. “Not particularly.” At his exasperated sigh, you burst into laughter. “Would you like to help me put my body creams on, Haechan?”

“Yes, please.” he grunts, grabbing at the back of your knee and lifting your leg so your foot is between his legs and under his crotch. “How much should I put?” he murmurs, studying the thick cream inside the jar.

“Like this much,” you show him, gently guiding his hand to scoop out some body butter into his hand. “If you use your knuckle, it doesn’t get stuck under your nails.” you murmur softly, and you look down at him to see that he’s just staring up at you in a daze. “Haechan.”

“Mm?” His reply is distracted, his eyes a little distant as he gazes at you.

“Are you paying attention?” you ask suspiciously, and he shakes his head.

“No.” he admits with a sheepish smile. “Got distracted,” he mumbles.

“Rub your hands together.” you urge him gently, cupping his hands in yours and showing him how to distribute the product onto his hands. When he’s prepped the body butter enough, you release his hands and gesture to your leg with a jerk of your chin. His gaze drifts down to your bare leg and he groans in delight before bringing his hands to your skin and starting to rub the cream into your skin. “Good,” you exhale, admittedly a bit aroused by the feeling of his hands massaging your calf and thigh.

“Good?” he murmurs playfully, eyes flicking up to your face curiously. Unfortunately for your dignity, he seems to find whatever he was looking for, as he grins triumphantly and looks back down at where his hands glide along your moisturized skin. “Feels so good,” he half-moans, half-mumbles, and you could almost swear you feel his length twitch from where it rests against the top of your foot.

“I think this leg is done, Haechan,” you chuckle, and he gives it one last lingering stroke before retracting his hands and letting you switch your legs, adjusting your stance accordingly. He carefully takes more body butter, diligently distributing the product between his hands like you showed him before he starts to massage your other leg. A small content sigh escapes you when his thumb digs into just the right spot, and he grins without looking up from where his hands are caressing your flesh. “What’s so funny?”

“You like this, too.” he points out, and you nod slowly, much to his surprise.

“That I do.”

“I like this a lot,” he muses softly.

You chuckle and nod, brows raised as you lift your heel to press the top of your foot against the underside of his length. “I can tell.”

“No, I mean—I like when you can be like this.” he explains carefully, looking up at you. “Real with me—and yourself—without feeling so… guilty.”

You don’t entirely know what to say. “I do, too,” you finally decide, speaking softly, and he smiles a bit more brightly before it’s replaced with a small frown that, for some reason, genuinely causes your heart to twist. “What’s wrong?”

“I just wish we could stay like this forever,” he confesses. “Like that song by SZA—crap, what’s it called?”

“Snooze?” you supply helpfully, and his face lights up as he nods.

“How can I snooze, when I’m with you? How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important; nobody do body like you do.” he half-sings, half-mumbles melodically, his ears reddening as he scans your face.

“Okay, vocals,” you tease, trying to keep the mood light despite the overwhelming ache he’s just caused you.

“Like, I never want to miss a single moment with you, and it sucks because I know this is all going to end when we walk out of here.” he laments sadly, catching your wrist as you reach to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and sighs deeply before an idea strikes you.

Pushing him onto his back, you move to kneel on either side of his legs, straddling his lap as you smile down at him. “Then let’s not walk out of here any time soon.” you suggest. His hands move to your hips, thumbs stroking your skin as he watches you in fascination. You lean over him to grab your phone off of the nightstand, laughing when he sits up slightly so his face is pressed between your breasts, and sit back up, settling down on him comfortably.

“What are you doing?” he wonders aloud, and you put a finger to your lips to shush him as you dial a number and place the call on speakerphone.

“Hello?” the familiar voice of your supervisor comes through on the line, and you smile.

“Hey,” you say with as raspy of a voice as you can manage. Haechan’s brows shoot up in surprise and his curiosity only increases as he watches you with a growing smile. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t feel well enough to come into work today.”

His eyes light up as he finally seems to understand what you’re doing, and he sits up excitedly, only to be stopped by your palm pressing into his chest, manicured nails drumming lightly on his torso as you wait for your supervisor to respond.

“Aw, dear, I’m sorry to hear that,” she says sympathetically, and your lid drops down into a wink in Haechan’s direction as you fake cough twice into the phone. “I’ll put it down in the system that you won’t be coming in. Feel better, alright?”

“Thank you,” you say, sighing sadly for effect. “Hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

“Take care, honey.” she replies kindly.

“You too.” you echo the sentiment before hanging up the phone and smiling down at Haechan, who looks like he could burst with excitement at any moment. “Your turn.”

“My turn,” he agrees immediately, struggling to reach his phone from his position under you. You roll your eyes in amusement before reaching over and grabbing his phone for him, sitting back up and placing it on his chest.

He picks it up and taps his screen a couple of times, brows furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand, before he sets it back down on his chest with the call open on the screen.

“Hello?” a man with a gruff voice answers the phone, and Haechan clears his throat.

“Good morning, Mr. Gauthier,” he greets in as solemn of a tone as he can manage, and you cover your mouth to silence your giggles. “I hope you’re well. Unfortunately, I have a personal emergency to attend to, so I won’t be able to come into work today.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, son. I hope everything works out.” The man’s voice is softer now, considerably more gentle, and you smile at the surprising compassion from the man on the other end of the line.

“Thank you, sir. I hope to be back at work as soon as possible.” Haechan says somberly. “Thank you for your understanding.”

“Of course, Haechan. Take care now, and good luck with everything.”

Haechan bids his boss goodbye and ends the call before grinning up at you mischievously. “My schedule just cleared up for the rest of the day.”

“Well, would you look at that? Mine, too.” you reply with a playful smile. “Yunjin already left for work, and she has Pilates in the evening after work, so we have at least… seven more hours together.”

“What are we gonna do with all that spare time?” Haechan asks rhetorically, wetting his lips as he stares at yours.

Rocking back onto his lap, you reach between you two and gently palm at his length as it strains against his boxers. “I can think of a few things,” you murmur with a giggle as you lean down to kiss him.

If you could live in this moment forever, you would, and that’s precisely what makes you so nervous; the gravity of your emotions, the depth—your feelings for Haechan are not unlike getting caught in a rip current at the beach; lurking almost unseen beneath the surface, they whisk you away without a moment’s notice and any attempts to swim against the current simply exhaust you. Before, the only way to escape was to swim along the shore, humor him for a bit until you could slip away, but… something in you doesn’t want to fight it anymore.

So, as Haechan rolls you over onto your back and climbs on top of you before giving you another, much deeper kiss, you decide to lie back and just float, letting the current guide you to wherever it chooses.

The day passes wonderfully, the two of you just guiltlessly enjoying each other’s company. You alternate from being in bed together, watching movies and shows, to cooking in the kitchen together, to curling up together on the couch—you name it, you two have found a way to make it a two-person job.

“Hey, Haechan?” you ask out of the blue.

“Yes, baby?” He doesn’t turn his head to face you, but he’s also deeply concentrated on thoroughly sautéing the shrimp you two are preparing for your impulsive meal of shrimp scampi, so you don’t take it personally.

You try to ignore the butterflies that erupt at his casual but fond use of the pet name. “Two questions. Actually three: two and a follow-up question.”

“Hit me,” he replies casually.

“Have you ever let Winter hold it while you pee?”

His movements stop entirely, your lover now frozen as he processes what you’ve just asked him. Gently setting the spatula down and turning to face you, he tilts his head and scrunches his face up in confusion before speaking. “Baby, what?”

“You heard me,” you reply nonchalantly. “Have you… let Winter… hold it… while you pee?”

“No. I am positive that she’s never asked, though.”

“So would you? If she did?” you ask, tilting your own head to the side curiously.

“No, probably not. That’s a little weird, no?”

“Haechan, you tongue-fucked my ear less than ten hours ago. You don’t get to call things weird, sir.” you drawl.

You’d be a fool—specifically, Winter’s level of fool—not to notice the way his energy shifts after your last word. He licks his lips, wetting them, and walks closer to you.

“What did I say about calling me that?” he warns you softly, and you press your knee to his chest, pushing him back slightly to keep him at bay.

“Not so fast, I have two more questions.”

“Okay, hurry up and ask me.” he replies, slowly scanning your face with a hint of amusement making his lips quirk upwards at one corner.

“Would you let me?” you ask curiously, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I am letting you. Ask me!”

“No, no. Would you let me?” you stress the last word, and realization dawns on his face.

“Let you…hold it…” he starts slowly.

“...While you pee.” you finish with a nod of confirmation.

He pauses to think about it. “I’m not opposed, it just… never really occurred to me.”

“Interesting,” you muse to yourself. When he pushes your knee down and steps closer to you, you stop him with a hand to his chest, giggling when he groans in anguish. “I have one more question!”

“You’re torturing me, woman.” he laments sadly, hanging his head.

“Sorry,” you lilt unapologetically. “It’s related, actually.”

“To?”

You elect to answer his question with your question. “Do you have, like, a kink for being called ‘sir’ or something?”

He rolls his eyes, poking his tongue in his cheek before laughing. “Is that the question?”

“Yes,” you reply matter-of-factly.

“I think it’s hot,” he answers, pushing your hand on his chest down and out of his way before stepping closer to you. He stops just when his thighs are pressed against your knees, looking at you for some sort of signal. When you spread your legs for him, he grins and steps closer, hands sliding up your thighs. “Really hot.”

“I’ve never tried that before.” you say thoughtfully, and he raises his eyebrows in intrigue.

“You kinda sound like you want to.” he points out, subconsciously wetting his lips again as he looks down at yours.

“Haechan, the shrimp is going to burn.” you point out, and he reaches behind him blindly, fingers fumbling with the stove dials before he turns the fire off and returns his hand to your thigh.

“Try it,” he breathes. “Try calling me sir.”

You look at him carefully, the hope and excitement written plainly on his handsome face. He watches you with eyes full of unmistakable hunger, lips parted as his breathing deepens.

“Would that make you happy?” you ask softly, hooking your legs around his legs to urge him closer to you. At his vehement nod, you giggle before nodding back slowly but with conviction. “Then it’s my pleasure, sir.”

“What a good girl,” he praises, the grunt sounding from low in his throat, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard Haechan sound this… wanting. He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up so you’re face to face. “You gonna let me kiss you now?”

“Yes, sir.” you breathe in reply, and he sucks in a sharp breath before tugging you closer and slotting his lips with yours. He’s assertive and dominant in the kiss from the moment your lips connect, his grip on your chin moving to cup the back of your head. He holds you to him firmly, greedily devouring your every attempt to catch a breath, leaving you dizzy and desiring more of his touch. When the hand still on your thigh slips between your legs, you whimper into his mouth, provoking a groan from him.

“You like how I kiss you, pretty?” he murmurs after finally breaking the kiss for air.

“Mhm—yes, sir,” you correct yourself at the last minute, lacking the shame you would normally have at how desperately you whine the words; you blame the lack of oxygen to your brain from that first kiss.

“I know you do, pretty girl. Love kissing you—you taste so good—could kiss you all day—” his words start to slur together as he pulls you in for another kiss, his fingers stroking at your clit gently through your shorts and underwear.

“Hae—sir,” you gasp when he slips his fingers up your shorts and starts to tug your underwear to the side.

“What is it, hm? What is it you want?” he urges you gently, tone lilting, low and playful.

“More,” you pant, and he chuckles.

“More, what?”

“More, sir,” you stress impatiently, and he arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge that you dare not take him up on. “Please?”

His gaze darkening considerably, he asks, “Am I about to hear you beg?”

You hesitate, not sure what to say, before stammering out a slightly stubborn, “No.”

He tsks at you in disapproval. “I bet you would’ve sounded so good begging for me to touch you.”

You shake your head with a small, bashful smile. “My pride won’t let me,” you reply with a tiny shrug, and he snickers.

“We’ll work on it. In the meantime, how about you give me another kiss, yeah?” he purrs, drawing you closer once more.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, blinking up at him through your lashes. He gazes down at you, expression full of a myriad of emotions: wonder, adoration, desire, and fascination swim in his eyes before he leans in to connect your lips once more. You two are so wrapped up in each other, kissing over and over and over again, that neither of you hear the door open. Or shut. Or the footsteps approaching the kitchen.

You do, however, hear the loud clearing of Yunjin’s throat, the two of you jumping apart hurriedly as you push Haechan off of you.

“Unbelievable,” she sighs, advancing further into the kitchen until she’s standing in front of you two, and places her hands on her hips. “I thought you two had a handle on this?”

“You’re home early,” you point out weakly, and she stares at you blankly.

“Pilates got canceled.” she explains dismissively.

“Ah.”

“Back to my question.” she presses, and you swallow, looking down at your hands. “What happened, girl?” she asks in a softer tone, and you frown deeply.

“I had a handle on it, I’m just—he’s just—” you stammer, and she arches an eyebrow expectantly. “This is really complicated.”

“Evidently.” she sighs. “And you—” she starts, rounding on Haechan.

“Spare me the lecture,” Haechan grumbles, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m willing to bet I’ve heard it all before.”

“And you still don’t listen.” she points out. “Imagine if I forgot to mention I was bringing Winter back here.”

“You wouldn’t just forget to mention that.” Haechan counters. “You would never forget to mention something like that.”

“I might if I don’t know you’re over here boinking my roommate and best friend!” she retorts.

“So, what, do you want a warning next time I’m over?” he asks petulantly, and she stares at him incredulously before looking at you as if to say, “Really? This guy?”

You shrug.

“I want there not to be a next time.” she says slowly. “Tell me you’re both done with this.” She crosses her arms and stares you both down.

You hang your head in defeat. “Okay,” you mumble reluctantly, and look over at Haechan in anticipation of an echo that never comes. “Haechan.” you whisper, nudging him. “Tell her you’re done.”

“I’m not, though,” he huffs, and Yunjin scoffs disbelievingly as you groan in frustration.

“Please? Haechan, just say it.” you murmur, and he sucks his teeth.

“Fine,” he mutters. Looking up at Yunjin with a dead-set gaze that you know him well enough to be unnerved by, he rolls his eyes pointedly before saying. “I’m done.”

“Literally nothing about that was convincing.” she sighs disapprovingly, and he shrugs.

“It’s the best you’re gonna get.”

“Fine. Whatever. Are you leaving now?” Yunjin asks, nodding as she does in the hopes it’ll influence his decision.

Apparently, it does. “Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice.” he grouches before standing up and heading in your room to get his things.

While you two are alone, you avoid meeting Yunjin’s gaze. However, never one to be ignored, Yunjin clears her throat again to catch your attention.

“I think maybe you should try to move on,” she says quietly. “So it hurts less.”

You nod dejectedly. “Yeah.”

“Jeno’s nice.”

“He is.”

Yunjin doesn’t say anything, but when you look up at her, she’s sporting a sad smile. “But he’s not Haechan.”

You sigh deeply and shake your head. “No, he is not.”

Haechan’s re-entry into the room cuts your conversation short, the male standing in your living room fully dressed and scowling.

“I guess I’m leaving now.” he announces flatly.

“Great. Get home safe.” Yunjin dismisses him, and you frown.

“Bye, Haechan.” you say sincerely, and he meets your gaze with a softened look in his eyes.

“See you later,” he replies, offering a small smile your way before leaving your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

It’s silent for a minute before Yunjin speaks. “How long was he over here?”

“Since last night,” you mumble.

“Didn’t you have work today?” she asks, confused, and you nod.

“We both called out.”

“Damn,” she sighs. “I’m sorry I cut your little fling thing short, I just can’t—I can’t knowingly have it under the same roof as me. I have no deniability that way, you know?”

“I get you.” you respond despondently. “I guess it’s over now anyway.”

“Honestly? I don’t think it is.” Yunjin replies. “There’s something about you two that I just can’t put my finger on, but—” she explains, brows furrowing in thought. “I just feel like the Fates have wound your strings so closely together that it’s hard to tell where one begins and the other ends.”

“Yeah? Well, tell them to stop playing arts and crafts with my life.” you grouch, and she snorts.

“I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”

jeno [19:17] hey! can i call you?

you [19:19] hiii sure :)

Your phone rings not even a minute later and you pick up before the first ring finishes.

“Hi, Jeno,” you coo into the phone, rolling over onto your stomach and kicking your legs up in the air casually.

“Hey! I wanted to ask you a question, but I had to open with that otherwise I’d lose my nerve and not ask you.”

“Well, now I’m nervous.” you chuckle, and he laughs on the other end.

“It’s nothing bad! I was just wondering if, uh, you might want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? …Like… with me?” You can hear how nervous he is over the phone and your heart does a little skip and a jump, finding his nerves endearing.

“That sounds fun,” you reply sweetly, and he exhales loudly in relief, making you giggle. “When did you wanna go?”

“I’m not sure; I didn’t actually think I’d get this far,” he chuckles nervously, and you coo affectionately. “When are you free?”

“Hmm, well… if you’re not busy, I’m free tonight?” you suggest, and he sucks in a loud and sharp breath before there’s a loud thud and a faint swear. “Jeno… you there?”

“I’m here!” There’s rustling on the other end and his voice comes out clear again. “I, uh, dropped my phone.”

“Cute,” you remark fondly, and he laughs, the sound sweet and welcoming to your ears. “So tonight?”

“Tonight definitely works! I didn’t have a big plan or anything, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you assure him. “What time?”

“I can come get you at, like, eight thirty?” Jeno offers, and you nod before remembering he can’t see you.

“That sounds good. See you soon, Jeno! I gotta start getting ready.” you say, moving to sit up on your bed.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll see you soon.” He sounds audibly relieved, and it warms your heart to know that he likes you enough to be that nervous.

“Bye, Jeno,” you hum.

“Bye,” he echoes you, and you hang up the phone before standing up and doing a little excited jig.

“Now what am I going to wear?”

Jeno comes to pick you up right on time, smiling bashfully when you open your door.

“Hi, handsome,” you greet with a grin, and his smile widens.

“Hi, pretty. You look beautiful.” he says sincerely, and you wave your hand dismissively with a smile. “Are you ready to head out?”

“I sure am.” you agree, and he holds his arm out for you to take. You do, pleasantly surprised by the gesture, and let him lead you downstairs and to the downtown subway stop by your house. “Where are we going?” you ask curiously, turning to look at Jeno.

“There’s this hole-in-the-wall restaurant a couple stops downtown that has the best food. It’s kind of chaotic, but the food is so worth it.” Jeno explains, and you nod, content with and intrigued by his answer.

You two exit the train about twelve stops later, with you still dutifully following after Jeno as he guides you through the busy platform with a confidence and ease that has you swooning internally. You’re not walking on the street for long before Jeno pipes up, excitedly saying, “We’re almost there!”

The restaurant—well, it’s really giving dive bar, if you’re being honest—is truly a hole-in-the-wall type of establishment; it’s completely non-descript on the outside with a worn down sign faintly displaying its name—The Sloshed Sloth—and there’s a small line of people waiting to get in as the man at the door checks their identification. You and Jeno make it to the front of the line in no time, the security guard checking your ID and letting you in without issue.

When you two finally enter the dive bar, your senses are assaulted with the raucous sounds of numerous overlapping conversations, the pervasive smell of beer and sweat, and the fluorescent signing on the walls all around you.

“It’s definitely got character,” you chuckle, and Jeno snickers as he offers you his hand. Once you take his hand, he starts to lead you further into the venue, guiding you to an abandoned booth near the back of the bar.

“It’s a little less intense over here,” he explains, and you realize he’s right; the attention-grabbing neon signs are mostly located towards the front of the bar and the dozens of conversations from earlier don’t seem to reach back where you two are. “I wanted to bring you here because it may be kind of a hot mess appearance-wise, but their food is amazing.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you recommend, then?” you ask curiously, picking up the menu on the table and looking it over.

“I’m definitely getting their barbecue bacon cheeseburger,” Jeno gushes, excitedly pointing at the item on the menu. “I think I’m gonna get their sweet potato fries, too.”

“That sounds delicious,” you sigh dreamily, and Jeno laughs.

“What are you getting, do you think?” he asks as you look over the menu carefully.

“I think,” you say slowly, “I’m gonna get the chimichurri with french fries.”

“Excellent choice,” he affirms with a nod, and you let out a small giggle. Once he manages to get a waitress’s attention and she approaches your table with a bright smile and friendly greeting, Jeno places his order, surprising you by ordering for you as well.

She takes your orders down and tells you it’ll be out shortly as she turns and heads towards the kitchen.

“While we wait,” Jeno pipes up, prompting you to look over at him curiously, “I wanted to pick your brain about something.”

“Oh, yeah? And what might that something be?” you reply with a playful lilt, resting your chin in your palm and your elbow on the table as you regard him expectantly.

“Do you think there’s something going on between your helicopter boss in the library and the seventh grade math teacher?” Jeno asks curiously, and you blink, stunned.

“I’m sorry, what?” you blurt out, baffled.

“The day Haechan and I came to visit you at work, I saw them leaving together in a car,” Jeno explains carefully. “Not to mention, I think he’s been treating her to lunch for the past two weeks.”

“Dang?” you mutter to yourself, surprised. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

“What, charm? Game?” Jeno supplies in an attempt to help.

You shake your head. “Kindness,” you say finally, and Jeno snorts. “Generosity. The capacity to love.”

“Is he really that bad?” Jeno laughs in disbelief, and you nod vehemently.

“He’s horrible. The worst. He’s a helicopter boss who’s not even truly my boss, and he’s a micro-managing twat that barely knows how to do his own job, yet he’s breathing down my neck as I do mine.” you huff, crossing your arms with a frown, and Jeno exhales in amusement. “What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just… really cute when you pout.” Jeno answers, and you can’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your cheeks.

“Oh, really?” you hum playfully.

“Yes, really.” he answers. “I think you’ve definitely gotten that before from other people, though.”

Your mind wanders almost instantly to the main person who’s given you the compliment before, most recently, and most notably, and you shake your head absentmindedly to rid it of all thoughts of Haechan before you focus your attention on Jeno once more.

“What’s the seventh grade math teacher’s name, again? Isn’t she kind of new?” you ask curiously, and Jeno nods.

“She came while you were gone, so she is pretty new, yeah,” Jeno replies with another small confirmation nod. “Her name is Ms. Collins, but she lets the older kids call her Ms. Charlotte.”

“Oh, I think I met her in the elevator the other day!” you exclaim. “She’s, like, an older woman, right? Probably in her forties, dark brown hair with those cool gray streaks in it? Cat eye glasses?”

Jeno nods emphatically. “That’s her.”

You sit back with a thoughtful expression on your face. “Hm.”

Jeno chuckles. “Hm, what?”

“She could do so much better,” you remark. “Should I warn her he’s a dumbass and a half?”

“No, I think you should not meddle and break up what could end up being a very happy couple.” Jeno says with a very gently scolding tone, and you know he’s definitely talking about your asshat boss and the pretty older math teacher, but your mind heard “meddle,” “break up,” and “happy couple,” and now it’s racing with thoughts of your acts of infidelity and of your illicit lover, leading you to nibble at your bottom lip worriedly as you try to push the intrusive thoughts from your mind.

As if the universe was actually looking out for you for once, your internal flurry of thoughts come to a sudden halt when your smiling waitress returns with your and Jeno’s food, setting the plates down in front of you both.

”Enjoy your meal!” she chirps. “Let me know if you need anything.”

”Thank you so much,” you say gratefully, Jeno echoing you before she smiles and walks off. “Jeno, this smells delicious.”

”Doesn’t it?” he mumbles absentmindedly as he picks up his burger and takes a big bite. His eyes roll back into his head as he chews, and you wet your lips subconsciously before realizing that you, too, have a plate full of food in front of you.

Eagerly taking a bite of your chimi, you accidentally let out a groan of pleasure at the flavors on your tongue, making you and Jeno freeze, the two of you locking eyes for an uncomfortable second before you both burst out laughing.

”Good, huh?” he teases, and you nod, still giggling.

”Literally amazing.” you confirm, and he grins proudly.

”I’m glad.” he replies happily, and a comfortable silence settles between you two as you both enjoy your food.

At one point, the side of your leg brushes against Jeno’s, and he jolts, scooting over slightly while mumbling an apology.

You’re in the middle of assuring him that it’s fine and he’s allowed to touch you when a not-very-nice thought comes to your mind.

Jeno’s about as skittish as a stray cat when it comes to affection. Are you gonna be okay with initiating every act of intimacy?

Girl, shut up! Who asked you? you think to yourself with an internal huff. So what if he’s shy?

Is he shy or is he actually just not very affectionate? Haechan’s always all over you, regardless of who’s watching.

What’s your point? you roll your eyes to yourself and hope that Jeno can’t tell that your internal dialogue is really… dialoguing.

My point is: wouldn’t you want more love than you sometimes know what to do with? Or would you rather run the risk of asking for affection every day, maybe even multiple times a day, and possibly not getting it?

…Damn, you think with a small frown. You’re good.

Girl, I’m literally just you. Now, pay attention to your date before he realizes you’re talking to yourself.

Copy that.

“Jeno, that was delicious,” you say happily, swallowing your last fry as you sip your glass of water.

“I knew you’d like it,” he responds proudly, but the relief is also clear on his face as he smiles over at you.

You and Jeno stay a while after you’ve finished your meals, the two of you just talking and laughing until the door to the bar opens and a large, loud group of already drunk and belligerent men enters the establishment.

You observe them with increasing wariness and growing distaste before Jeno gently nudges your knee under the table with his.

When your eyes lock on his, he looks pointedly at the group of newcomers before quietly mouthing, “Wanna get out of here?” When you nod emphatically, he chuckles and flags the waitress down to ask for the check.

When she returns with the check, Jeno places his card in the leather pocket along with the receipt and hands it back to her, not once giving you a chance to look at the total.

“It’s my treat,” he explains with a warm smile, and you can’t help but offer him a bashful smile of your own.

“Thank you, Jeno,” you say softly, feeling shy for some reason, and he grins back at you before waving his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it.” he assures you. The waitress returns with his card and a receipt to write the tip and sign, and he signs the receipt before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out three ten dollar bills, which, if you’re not mistaken based on the prices you recall from the menu, is a more than generous tip. “You ready?” he asks, standing and offering his hand to you to help you out of the booth.

“Ready, Mr. Big Tipper.” you agree, taking his hand and letting him guide you out of the booth.

“She doesn’t have an easy job,” Jeno explains as you two leave. “I just wanted to make it a little more worth it, y’know?”

“Yeah,” you hum in agreement. “You’re so thoughtful, Jeno.”

“Thanks,” he replies as a small blush spreads across his cheeks with his growing smile. “I try.”

“So, where do you want to go now?” you ask curiously.

“We can just walk around until something else catches our eye?” he suggests, and you nod with a smile, starting to fall into step with his walking rhythm.

As you two walk down the street, hands tentatively brushing against one another’s, you stop in your tracks and point down the block. “What’s that across the street?”

Jeno stops as well, leaning forward and squinting his eyes to see better. “Looks kind of like a park.”

“A park?” you emphasize as you turn to look at him with a growing smile. “Or a playground?”

His smile grows to match your own before he resumes walking, the two of you gradually increasing in speed as you approach the playground.

“I totally forgot there was a playground around here,” Jeno chuckles as you plop down in the tire swing, draping your legs over the tire and holding onto the ropes as you start to manually spin yourself.

Jeno moves closer to where you’re spinning, reaching out and grabbing one of the ropes holding you with ease and laughing as you yelp from the sudden jolt.

“Want me to spin you?” he offers, and you nod eagerly, giggling as he starts to twist your swing and pull it back before releasing it so you’re sent flying forward and also spinning around rapidly. A fit of giggles escapes you as you soar through the cool night air, and you can faintly hear Jeno laughing along with you at your delight.

“Come join me!” you offer, scooting over to make room, but he shakes his head with a small smile, resting a hand over his stomach.

“I’m kinda worried my food didn’t settle yet, and I’d rather not blow chunks everywhere and ruin our date.” he replies with a small chuckle, and you nod slowly in understanding, trying to mask your disappointment.

Haechan would have spun with you, a voice in the back of your mind sneers.

And who asked you, again? you think back bitterly before patting the spot next to you again.

“We won’t spin,” you suggest, “we can just swing a little bit.”

He pauses to think about it before relenting and nodding, smiling nervously as he climbs into the tire swing while you hold it steady for him.

Your legs draped over his lap, he lies perpendicular to you in the tire swing, the two of you leisurely starting to swing back and forth. His hand falls to your leg, resting just above your knee, and you silently relish the warmth radiating from his palm.

You study Jeno’s face as he gazes up at the night sky, admiring his bone structure and the shape of his lips before hurriedly looking away when he looks down to meet your gaze. You can feel his body shaking with amusement, his eyes trained on you as you busy yourself with looking up at the sky.

“The stars are so pretty tonight,” you mumble in an attempt to change the subject, and Jeno hums softly in agreement.

“They’re beautiful.” he agrees. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” you answer, sitting up slightly.

“When I get high by myself, I just go to the nearest park and sit in the grass and look up at the sky and think about how beautiful it all is, how small we all are in the grand scheme of things, and how wonderful it is that we get to be a part of something so majestic.” Jeno says softly, almost like he’s embarrassed, and you feel your heart soften slightly.

“Jeno, that’s so deep,” you murmur in awe.

“Like, I know you don’t smoke, but it’s moments like that when I’m high that really make me appreciate nature.”

“I totally get you, Jeno,” you assure him with a smile. “I mean, I’m still not gonna smoke, but that makes perfect sense.”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Jeno’s quick to reassure you. “I’m not trying to make you smoke. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want.”

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you coo at him sweetly, and he chuckles bashfully, his cheeks pinking.

His fingers tentatively crawl up your leg to where your hand rests on your thigh, and his fingers tentatively curl around yours, his body visibly slackening with relief when you give his fingers a gentle reassuring squeeze.

He beams at you before looking down at your hands as he starts to toy with your fingers. As he does, you close your eyes and tip your head back to rest on the rope as you think about your evening so far.

Without meaning to, you think you’ve started to friendzone Jeno, merely taking his affectionate gestures and words as harmless flirting and returning the energy with all the playfulness and virtually none of the actual intent.

He’s super kind, thoughtful, and sweet, you think to yourself, so you have no idea why you can feel yourself holding back.

You’re holding back, your mind chimes in, because he’s not Haechan.

Bullshit! What does Haechan have that Jeno doesn’t?

Spontaneity, your mind retorts. Excitement. Passion. Not to mention that look he gives you sometimes where it’s like he’s gently unraveling your layers and marveling at everything he reveals.

That’s enough out of you, you think bitterly to yourself.

Haechan offers a deeper connection—a chance at real intimacy. Jeno is the epitome of playing it safe. Don’t you want to take a real risk for once in your life?

Don’t you ever shut up? you think in a huff.

Girl, I’m literally you. There’s no off button to your thoughts.

You sit up with a sudden jerk that has Jeno jolting in surprise, his fingers stilling from their previous ministrations of messing with your hands.

“Sorry, I—” you stammer, trying to think of an excuse on the spot. “I got a cramp in my leg.”

“Oh, no, are you okay?” Jeno starts to fuss over you, moving to examine your legs. “Which one is it? Where’s the pain located? I can massage it out—”

“Oh, that’s okay!” you lie, starting to sit up entirely. “I think I can just walk it off, right?”

“Of course, yeah, let’s get you up and moving.” Jeno worries, climbing out of the tire swing and helping you to your feet. You stretch your limbs for good measure, shuddering in relief as your muscles tense and relax, and look up at Jeno expectantly when you’re ready.

“Lead the way,” you offer with a wave of your hand, and he grins, offering you the crook of his elbow. You take it and he starts to lead you both further down the street, your intrigue building as sounds of excitement in the distance register in your ears and get louder the closer you approach. Starting to observe your surroundings more carefully, you notice a bunch of lights and commotion further down the street.

Mindlessly looping your fingers with Jeno’s, you start to pull him towards the sounds of what you can now recognize as a street carnival.

“You wanna check it out?” Jeno asks, watching you with fond amusement as you tug him closer to the entryway arch.

“Can we?” you ask hopefully, turning to look back at him, and the way he looks at you in response—like he would give you anything you asked for and more—causes your cheeks to warm and you to turn back around shyly.

He catches up with you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him. “Anything you want.” He looks over at you with that same fond smile that has you running in circles internally while also feeling some sense of guilt that you don’t particularly want to acknowledge at the moment.

You two walk under the entryway arch and marvel at all the activities and booths and the smells of various carnival foods waft through the air.

You’re barely inside of the carnival for ten minutes before everything goes south.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice says from behind you, and you stop in your tracks.

It can’t be.

You turn around slowly and, sure enough, there stands Haechan with a mischievous smile trained specifically on you and with him is Winter, who waves excitedly with her hand holding a cone of pink cotton candy.

“Hey, guys!” Jeno greets goodnaturedly, and you wish you could share his enthusiasm, but one look at Haechan’s bright eyes tells you that he’s up to something.

“How did you know we were here?” you ask, staring dead at Haechan suspiciously.

“We didn't?” Winter answers, confused as she turns to look at Haechan. “Haechan just scooped me up from my apartment and took us here on a whim.”

“Haechan,” you ask as calmly and casually as possible, “what are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to go to a carnival! I love the, uh… ambience.” Haechan answers with a resolute nod that convinces everyone else but you. “When Jeno said he was taking you on a date to a carnival, how was I supposed to know it was going to be this one?”

You could almost swear your eye is twitching. “So you knew we were going on a date and, what, it inspired you or something?”

Haechan meets your eye contact nonchalantly, so entirely unbothered that it, in turn, bothers you. “Yep. What’s the matter? We can’t go on dates in the same place?”

You’re about to fix your mouth to say “No,” but Winter claps her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down in place.

“We can do a double date!”

“Yeah, a double date! How about that, hm?” Haechan’s eyes never once leave yours, and you can feel your insides twisting with discomfort and frustration as you level his gaze.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” Jeno murmurs to you, scanning your face for any visual cues as to what you want. His consideration for your feelings makes you smile in spite of the difficult situation you’ve found yourself in, and you find it remarkably easy to turn that smile into an easygoing one.

“Sure,” you say, not sparing Haechan a second glance as you take Jeno’s hand and lead him further into the throng of people. “Why not?”

“Mm, churros.” Haechan sighs longingly as the vendor takes the $5 from Jeno and passes you your paper cone of churros. “Those look so good.”

You stare him dead in the eyes and bite down on the end of one of them, chewing and swallowing before you say, “They are.”

You keep walking, making sure to stay by Jeno’s side as you eat four out of five of your churros. It’s not until you’re on the last piece that Haechan speaks up again.

“I bet they’re so warm and crunchy and sweet.” he says, eyes flickering between the churro piece and your lips. “You know how much I like sweet things.”

“So I’ve heard.” you brush off his double entendre and turn to Jeno. “Jeno, you want some?”

“Mm, maybe–”

“What about me?” Haechan complains loudly, appearing from behind you and putting his chin on your shoulder.

“What about you?” you retort, and Winter giggles.

“Can I have a piece, please?” he begs, and you crane your neck to look at him disapprovingly. “Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please—”

“Fine!” you snap, breaking off a piece and stuffing it in his mouth so suddenly that he starts to cough. In the mayhem that is Haechan’s impending choking fit, he bumps you as you’re about to hand Jeno the final piece and the treat falls from your fingers, landing pathetically on the pavement. “You’re kidding.”

“Whoops,” Haechan says, far too chirpy to truly hold any signs of remorse. “Guess Jeno didn’t get to try after all.”

You frown up at Jeno apologetically, but he’s already waving you off with a warm smile.

“Don’t worry about me; I’m still pretty full from the dive bar.”

Winter’s face lights up as she migrates over to walk by Jeno’s side. “You guys went to the dive bar near here, or the one closer to the train?”

“The one near here,” he answers, and Winter starts to bounce excitedly in place.

“I love their fries,” she gushes, and Jeno nods vigorously in agreement as they start walking together, soon walking well ahead of you and Haechan as they get more immersed in their conversation.

“Haechan.” you say in a low tone, and he turns to look at you far too innocently. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing? I just love my sweets.” he answers, eyes dropping to scan your frame quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid your scrutiny. When he realizes he’s been found out, he drops the facade and trains his gaze on your lips, licking his own subconsciously.

“Stop looking at me like that.” you mutter under your breath, knowing full well you don’t trust yourself around him anymore.

“You got a little sugar right here,” he whispers under his breath, gesturing to the corner of your mouth and leaning in to swipe it off with his thumb before you get the chance.

“Thanks.” you say suspiciously, and he shoots you a dazzling smile right before popping his thumb in his mouth, ignoring your strangled yelp of surprise, and sucking the sugar off, his eyes closing in bliss before he reopens them with a small yet deeply inappropriate groan and trains his dangerously sultry gaze on you. “That’s strike one, Haechan.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” he feigns fear, shaking his hands and rolling his eyes.

“What do you want?”

“You.” he answers as if it were obvious.

You make a loud buzzer sound, shaking your head as you try to calm the butterflies that erupted at his bold admission. “No.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

“No? You know good and well why I’m ignoring you.”

“Because you know the connection we have and it scares you.”

You make the loud buzzer noise again and scowl at him. “Wrong answer! Because you have a girlfriend and you keep stepping out on her like some kind of slut.”

“...So if I wasn’t dating Winter, you wouldn’t be ignoring me right now?” He has the nerve to sound hopeful, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“If you weren’t dating Winter, I wouldn’t know you.” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“We would have met eventually. I think we were meant to.” he says confidently, and you pinch the bridge of your nose and breathe in and out deeply.

“Go back to your girlfriend, Mr. Strike One.”

“Come one, come all, come try your hand at the Water Gun Race! First place gets to pick one of these adorable stuffed animals up top!” The stand attendant’s impressively loud voice carries over the din of the crowds, and you can’t help but look in his direction curiously.

Jeno follows your gaze and leans down to murmur in your ear, “I bet I can win you one of those plushies.” When you turn to look at him, he’s grinning and nodding encouragingly, his features bright with excitement.

“Yeah?” you muse thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow in a wordless challenge. You jerk your chin towards the penguin plushie sitting towards the top of the shelves. “I want that one.”

“You got it, babe.” Jeno puffs out his chest and strides over to one of the chairs, sitting down and holding onto the water gun attached to the table.

The fond smile on your lips from watching him drops at the sight from your peripheral vision of Haechan eyeing you both before he says something unintelligible to Winter and makes his way to the same table, sitting down at the other end of the chairs.

You turn to ask Winter what plushie she asked for only to find that she’s disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

“Haechan, where’d Winter go?” you ask suspiciously as you stand behind him and speak lowly enough for only him to hear.

“I gave her $3 to get herself a corn dog.” he replies dismissively, leaning back so his back is against your thighs. “I’m about to win you a plushie.”

You freeze and look down at him skeptically. “You wouldn’t dare do that.”

“Watch me.” The sheer determination in his voice is startling and, if you’re being honest with yourself, more than a little arousing, so you push yourself away from his back and make your way over to Jeno.

You lean against his back and place both hands on his shoulders, smiling when he tilts his head to the side to rest his cheek on the back of your hand.

The attendant starts the game, and all the participants start shooting water at their respective targets. You can’t help but look from between Jeno and Haechan, both of whom are sporting furrowed brows and straight faces of concentration that have your insides fluttering with excitement.

It feels like time slows as you realize that Jeno’s and Haechan’s moving markers are just about neck and neck and it fully processes in your mind that you do not want Haechan to win the stuffed animal and give it to you.

“Go, Jeno! You’re so close!” you cheer, and whatever powers that be seem to hear you, because his marker shoots ahead of Haechan’s, much to your relief, and hits the winning mark, making various people around you join in on your cheering.

He looks back at you with a bright, proud smile, and you beam back down at him. As he stands and reaches forward to point at the penguin plushie you want, your gaze slides over to Haechan, who’s watching you with a small smirk.

He raises his eyebrows as if to say, “Is that so?” You blink impassively at him before turning away to face Jeno, who’s handing you the penguin plushie with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Told you I could do it.” He runs his hand through his hair and you watch in a dazed fascination as his bicep flexes and tenses with the movement.

“I knew you could,” you hum sweetly, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist and you rest your cheek on his chest, and you would be enjoying the moment if you couldn’t feel Haechan’s eyes on you both.

“Come on—let’s go check out the haunted house,” Jeno suggests excitedly, tugging you along with him as you whine in protest. “Are you scared?”

“Yes, actually. Yes, I am.” you admit, and he nods slowly.

“I’ll protect you,” he says with a teasing smile, puffing out his chest for emphasis.

After a moment’s hesitation, you groan in defeat and his smile widens as he guides you towards the haunted house.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, guys; I am not excited to go to this haunted house.” you announce, and to your dismay, everyone just laughs.

“It’s gonna be fun!” Jeno does his best to soothe you, but his reassuring words fall on deaf ears as you pass under the grim, dark entryway of the haunted house. Winter sticks closely to your side, Haechan just ahead of you both, and Jeno walks alongside you, the back of his hand brushing against yours in a wordlessly comforting gesture.

The first couple of scares are mild, actually; a sudden mechanical cackle and flash of light, a skeleton popping out from behind a corner, and you’re momentarily convinced that you can actually handle it.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t be bad—holy shit!” Jeno flinches back at the sudden revving of a chainsaw to your left and when you turn, a figure covered in blood and sporting a hockey mask promptly charges at the four of you, making you scream in terror.

A hand loops around your wrist and you’re being tugged forward, your mind going on pure survival instinct as you run to keep up with the person pulling you. The revving sounds seem to echo all around you, effectively concealing the person’s exact location, and fear builds in your chest, your breathing coming in short, shallow spurts.

When the hand holding you finally stops pulling you, you can barely even see straight, tears of panic swimming in your eyes, blurring your vision as you clutch your chest, breathing in and out erratically.

It all happens faster than you can process; one second, you’re doing what feels like fighting for your life, and the next you’re wrapped in a tight, warm, comforting embrace. The act of kindness is enough to tip you over the edge, apparently, because you start to break down in the person’s arms, crying and sniffling pathetically as they rub your back in soothing motions and shush you gently.

The person continues to hold onto you even after you manage to calm down, gently rocking you from side to side and humming in a… very familiar voice.

It dawns on you, now that you’ve somewhat regained your composure, that you never once got a good look at your savior, and your heart feels like it’s about to drop to your ass as you piece together the few facts you’ve gathered.

You’re almost dreading looking up, having a painfully strong inkling as to who you’re going to see, but your suspicions are confirmed when your savior finally speaks.

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay.” he murmurs into your hair, and you slowly pull back, staring up at Haechan incredulously.

“You’re kidding.” You very much sound like you’ve been crying, your nose stuffy and voice trembling slightly, but the entirely displeased tone of your voice rings out clear as day.

“God, you’re even beautiful when you cry,” Haechan murmurs in awe as he takes in the sight of your teary-eyed expression, and the dam holding back all of your frustration from earlier and your pent-up emotions just bursts.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” you say flatly, voice no longer trembling with unshed tears but with steadily building anger.

He has the nerve to tilt his head to the side in confusion. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Wh–what’s wrong?” you ask in disbelief. “What’s wrong? You’re not supposed to be here!” You’re so frustrated that the words are having a hard time coming out, but he clearly hears them all the same as a slightly guilty expression creeps onto his face. “It’s supposed to be you and Winter and me and Jeno!”

“Well, we got split up—” Haechan starts, but you cut him off, not wanting to hear any excuses.

“We got split up because you grabbed my hand instead of your girlfriend’s.” you say slowly and clearly so he can hear where he went wrong.

“It was a reflex!” He defends himself, and you groan loudly, clapping a hand over your face in exasperation. “You’re gonna stand there and get mad at me because I reflexively thought to save your life?”

“Haechan, it is not about the fucking chainsaw man or whatever that was.” you huff through gritted teeth. “It is about the fact that I’m trying to be a good person and end whatever you and I had going on, and you won’t let me.”

“I’m not doing anything!” he counters, conveniently avoiding your gaze as the blatant lie hits your ears.

“You crashed my date. That was the first red flag.”

“Anyone could have been at this carnival—”

“Haechan, do not piss me off.”

To your surprise, he actually falls silent, and it’s your first clear giveaway that he knows he’s in the wrong.

“You ate my churro,” you remind him, “then you made me drop the last piece so Jeno couldn’t have any.” You stare him down, daring him to defend himself, and he at least has the decency to look mildly ashamed. “You almost sabotaged Jeno from winning me this plushie. Now, we get into a haunted house and at the very first opportunity, you whisk me away from Jeno—not to mention you straight up abandoned your girlfriend.”

“Okay, I get it,” Haechan mumbles contritely, and you shake your head.

“I actually don’t think you do. Haechan, wh–why can’t you let me even try to be happy without you?” you ask, beside yourself with frustration, and it seems like whatever emotions Haechan has been holding inside finally reach a boiling point as he meets your gaze with a blazing intensity in his eyes.

“Because—because all I see—all I fucking see when I close my eyes is you!” He whisper-yells exasperatedly. His words take you by surprise, and the incendiary words linger in the thick silence between you two. He looks tortured, actually, the longer you look at him, and you start to wonder what else he’s been holding inside.

“Haechan, you can’t have both of us.” you say softly, and he laughs humorlessly.

“I thought you weren’t going to make me choose?”

“Haechan… if you really thought you could keep this up forever, you really are bonkers. Not to mention, I think we’re officially at the point where you’ve got me royally fucked up.”

His eyes snap up to look at you in surprise, a glimmer of hope plainly displayed on his face. “So… you have feelings for me?”

“I don’t know what I have.” you grouch, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I just know that whenever I see Winter hanging on your arm, I want to throw up and hurl a chair across the room.” Haechan is silent, and you almost don’t want to look at him, don’t want to see what he’s feeling, but you look anyway against your better judgment to see him standing before you almost devastatingly hopeful. Clearing your throat, you continue on, “I also know… that for some fucking reason, I can’t stop thinking about you… no matter how hard I try to distract myself.”

Haechan’s silent for several beats, most likely letting your words sink in, and then he takes a tentative step towards you. “Baby…”

You hold up a hand to stop him immediately, not prepared for him to come any closer. “Don’t call me that,” you mutter. “I can’t even look at you right now without thinking of that poor girl.”

You can see him nod slowly out of the corner of your eye, and he looks up pensively, seemingly choosing his next words carefully. “So what do you want to do?” he finally asks, and you’d be a fool to miss the absolutely raw vulnerability in his voice. He might as well have reached into his chest cavity and offered you his beating heart, and it becomes rapidly apparent to you that you must mean more to him than you previously thought.

“I want… to find a way out of here,” you sigh, feeling drained from the myriad of emotions you just ran through. “And I want you to make up your mind once and for all.”

He nods again, slowly, then once more with a surprisingly steely resolve that has you wanting to pick his brain to find out just what his decision is.

Before you can even consider asking, however, there’s a commotion coming from the hallway to your right, and when you see Jeno accompanying a shaken Winter, you don’t even know whether you feel relieved or disappointed.

“Holy crap, you guys,” Winter says, her face paler than usual. “Let’s never go into a haunted house again.”

“I’ll do you one better,” you chime in. “Let’s get the hell out of here before something worse happens.” You don’t wait for anyone to agree, simply turning around and heading towards what you hope is the exit.

“That was definitely in the top five scariest experiences of my life.” Winter says with a frown as you exit the haunted house, greeted once more by the sounds of joy and laughter and the sight of carnival lights flashing everywhere.

“It was top three for me—and it wasn’t two or three.” you huff tiredly, and Jeno laughs fondly, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s over now, thankfully.” he says soothingly, and you smile up at him, trying with all your might to avoid meeting Haechan’s gaze.

“Sorry to be a buzzkill, actually, but I think I want to go home after that,” you announce carefully, and Winter nods vigorously in agreement, looping her arm with Haechan’s and looking up at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

“Take me home?” she asks Haechan in a sweet, almost baby-like voice, and it takes everything you have not to gag and maybe even heckle her.

“Sure thing,” he replies, barely sparing her a glance. You wince internally at the way he brushes her off, but she seems not to notice, smiling brightly and redirecting her attention to you and Jeno.

“Good night, you guys!” she chirps, and you give her a half-hearted wave back, masquerading your reluctance as exhaustion.

“Night.” you answer, watching their retreating backs with both relief and a growing sense of unease.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jeno murmurs to you, and you answer him wordlessly with a genuine smile, subconsciously clutching the penguin plushie he won for you.

The train ride back to your place is quick and quiet, with you tilting your head to rest your cheek on Jeno’s shoulder as he plays with your linked fingers. Before long, you’re standing in front of your apartment door with a suddenly shy Jeno, and you can’t help but find his newfound nervousness endearing.

“I had a great time tonight.” Jeno admits, albeit a bit shyly, and you smile widely, nodding in agreement.

“Me too. We should do it again some time.” you suggest, and his expression perks up instantly, relief and hope written plainly across his features.

“Definitely. Have a good night, yeah?” He leans closer and you close your eyes in anticipation only to be surprised with a soft kiss to the forehead. The gesture is small, but sweet, and your cheeks start to blaze something fierce as a smile tugs at your lips.

“You too.” you reply, leaning up to press your lips to his cheek softly. He beams at you and squeezes your hand comfortingly. “Good night, Jeno. Text me when you get home?”

“You got it.” he agrees before slowly extracting his fingers from yours and turning to head to the elevator down the hall. You wait to enter your apartment, watching as the elevator comes and he enters it, the door sliding shut and leaving you alone in the hallway.

Closing your door behind you, you sigh deeply, heading to your bathroom to get ready for bed.

You think back about your time with Jeno tonight and how, despite Haechan’s constant interfering, you still had a wonderful time on your date.

As you climb into bed about thirty minutes later, a text comes in on your phone.

jeno [22:49] made it home safe :) have a good night

you [22:50] yay!! you too :)

You put your phone on your nightstand and roll over to go to sleep, wondering all the while why things can’t just be easy.

As if the universe was eavesdropping, a text notification pings on your phone, and you roll back over to face it, unlocking it and squinting at the bright screen.

haechan [22:53] i’m gonna fix this

you [22:55] fix what???? haechan what are you talking about?

haechan [22:56] us. i’m gonna fix it

you [22:57] …what are you gonna do

haechan [22:59] nothing right now

you [23:01] ????? that doesn't answer my question??

haechan [23:03] good night beautiful don’t worry about it

you [23:03] and yet here i am. beyond worried

you [23:10] helloooooo??

you [23:15] jfc good night i guess

You toss your phone back on the nightstand before flipping over in a huff and trying to calm your racing thoughts enough to fall asleep.

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 11 months ago

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No Way Out

Pairing: Dark Tangerine x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Escaping Tangerine was never an option.

WARNING: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

I dug this out of nowhere to feed to Tangerine fandom. Probably one of my lasts drafts about him :(

“Love…don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

You swallow hard, fear building in your throat as Tangerine appears in the room, stiffly standing near the door.

The gun threatens to slip from your sweaty grip and you increase the pressure, struggling to keep your hand steady despite the very obvious tremor.

It's not like you know how to use the revolver that you somehow managed to find in one of Tangerine's office drawers, but you thought you could use it to get out of this unwanted situation.

“Give me the keys and I won’t shoot.” your attempt to have an authoritative voice fails miserably, both you and Tangerine realizing your terrified state.

“Y/N, darlin’…” He takes a cautious step forward, approaching you and you sniff, terror flooding you.

“Please! Please, give me the keys…” you beg, taking a few steps behind until you bump into the kitchen aisle, trapped between the furniture and Tangerine.

You panic as he keeps moving forward in your direction.

“Stop! Just stop moving or…. or I swear I’ll shoot.”

“Listen, love, how about we talk this through’, yeah?” he raises his hands in the air, assuring that he wasn't going to try anything but you still keep the gun pointed at him.

“That’s a fully loaded gun, love, you can seriously hurt yourself with it and we don’t want that, do we?”

Tangerine takes another small step towards you as you shake your head, tears blurring your vision and your hand slightly lowers.

“I just wanna go home.” you sob, shoulders shaking.

Your blurry eyes makes you miss the small step he takes towards you, his cheek twitching with anticipation.

“I know, love, but this is your home now.” his voice is smooth and calm, placating you and you look at him, eyes begging him.

“Please…”

“You’re not leavin’ this house, love, you know that.” his confidence scares you and he extends his hand, nodding towards the gun. “So why don’t you gimme' me that gun and I promise I won’t get mad, how ‘bout that?”

You don’t reply and Tangerine sighs.

“Cause did ya know that the door also needs a finger print scan to open up, right?”

Your eyes dart towards the robust front door, already protected with several locks whose keys you still don't have.

Big mistake.

By the time you realize that there is no scanner, it’s too late. Tangerine lunges forwards and next thing you know, you're pinned down between the counter and his body.

You cry out as he expertly twists your wrist, taking the gun away from you, carelessly throwing it to the floor.

His anger is visible as he roughly turns you around, slamming you face down on the counter, pressing his lips to your ear.

“Looks like you’re in a big fuckin’ trouble, love.”

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90sbee · 1 year ago

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not me saying i'd focus on these fics and today my brain just. won't stop bothering me about other wips 😭

Works in progress

They're in no particular order and I do have other wips but these have the bigger chances of seeing the light in upcoming weeks.

Anything with question marks means it is also a big question for me, buddy, lol.

You can absolutely annoy me at any time about any of these fics lmao.

Slutty Leon wearing make-up. 0.8k? Fem!reader? NSFW.

🟩🟩🟩🟩 90% done. -> editing + proofreading

Friends with benefits with Leon. 1.5k? Fem!reader. NSFW.

🟩🟩🟩⬜ 70% done. -> writing + editing + proofreading

Sub re4r Leon. ??. Fem!reader. NSFW. En español. Solo en a03?

🟩⬜⬜⬜ 20% done. -> writing + editing + proofreading

Sub re4r Leon. Dark content. 0.5k? NSFW. Prob to be posted only on a03.

🟩🟩🟩🟩 90% done. -> editing + proofreading

Leon and Ashley after Spain. ??. SFW?

⬜⬜⬜⬜ 10% done. -> writing + editing + proofreading

Bonus:

Levi Ackerman after the Rumbling. 4k? Fem!reader/oc? SFW?

🟩🟩🟩🟩 85% done. -> editing + proofreading

#this wip list ME WHEN I LIEEE jddkd #it's fine i'll work on editing one of these today and also write a little but god damn it jfc #ALSO i need someone to help me with the levi fic actually so if you want to like. read a little and gimme your thoughts. hmu?#it's mostly a style choice but i cant start editing until i get some feedback i think 😭😭#bee's wips

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mochinomnoms · 8 months ago

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The Private (not) Thoughts of a Moray Chapter 5: I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you

Gender Neutral Reader x Jade Leech

Chapter 5 preview:

The fall was much shorter than you anticipated, as you felt yourself fall against a soft body. You opened your eyes, but found that the room was dark. Or a tunnel? Hole? Whatever it was, it was a tight fit as you shifted around to get back on your feet. You dug your elbows against the soft floor to get up, which subsequently moved and grunted. “Ow. That was my rib.” Jade's voice grunted against your ear, his hold around loosening as he also moved to stand. “Jade? What—oh my god!” You tried to scramble off of Jade, harder said than done in the space you two had found yourselves. Shifting around, you were sure that you’d just made the situation worse, as Jade lit a light with his wand. How in the world you managed to find yourself straddling Jade’s waist in the dark was a mystery. Though, with the flush look on his face, you weren’t sure he minded. Oh…by the Abyss itself… you’re such a pretty sight.

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Chapter 5: I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you)

It had been roughly two months since the year started and you’d been housewarden. You’d like to say that it had been smooth sailing, and it mostly was. Mostly.

Epel had taken you to the Mostro Lounge of all places to get you to relax after a fight broke out between a few of the Ramshackle students over how they should decorate it for Halloween. A Diasomnia student that had managed to sneak into your roster a month ago had wanted to turn the dorm into Malleus’s usual haunted house, but Wynfred and the others wanted to do something new.

Then it turned into another argument over what that new idea would be, which caused a fight to break out between the different students. If it hadn’t been for Wynfred bluntly calling them all whiny and suggesting that they just drew written suggestions from a hat. While most of them bristled at the remark, they’d agreed to follow his lead. After Albert had so kindly offered his hat, the winning idea was a screampark with clowns.

You’d thanked Wynfred for managing to wrangle them in, as you’d been out at a housewarden meeting at the time and did NOT feel like returning to a warring dorm. The redhead has flushed and beamed at your praise, something he’d been doing for a while you’d notice. At first, you thought it was just him being happy at being recognized for his efforts.

“You know, Wynfred talks a lot ‘bout you, calls you all sorts of sweet names.” Epel had a gleeful smirk as he teased you. “Sounding like someone’s got a little secret admirer!”

Now you know why Wynfred had been so keen to seek your praise.

“Shut up Epel, you know I still have Vil on speed-dial, and I’ll tell him about you cussing out Yev, again.”

Epel wrinkled his nose and stuck his nose out at you, which you returned in kind.

“Mmmeeh! Don’t worry about it, Yev has snitched on me plenty of times. Vil tells him to get it together and wrangle me in.”

The small man sipped on his smoothie before continuing, “Vil knew how to fight at least, I respect that. Yev’s a big ol’ wuss. He’s like a peacock. Or a chihuahua.”

Both of you giggled, you particularly at the image in Epel’s head of Yev’s head on a brown shaking chihuahua. Your fit of laughter was interrupted by a familiar presence and the thoughts of a familiar twin.

Hehe, little shrimpy~

“Hi Floyd, what’s up?”

You craned your head to look up at Floyd, who was peering over the booth with a grin, his gold eye glinting at you.

“Boo!” Floyd pouted, resting his chin on the top of the booth and draping his arms over to essentially trap you between them.

“Was tryin’ to scare Shrimpy, not fair!”

You giggled at the whiny tone, though Epel looked a bit off put by Floyd, which wasn’t surprising.

It’s like Shrimpy can tell when I’m nearby, totally not fair!

“Did you need something, Floyd?” Epel was still polite even after Vil left, so you suppose some of the habits instilled in him now came second nature.

“Nah, just wanted to bother ya. Hey Shrimpy, Tony said you guys are doing scary clowns for Halloween? Never seen that, are clowns really that scary to humans?”

“Oh yeah,” You responded while Epel nodded along. “I don’t know about here, but back home it was a whole deal, we had like a whole scary movie franchise based on a scary clown that stole and ate children.”

Epel added, “Yeah, and we had a whole thing like two years ago where people were sighting killer clowns on the street! Like, just randomly in the middle of the night!”

“You guys had that too? Oh, that’s weird.”

Floyd made a disturbed face at your comments. Humans are weird. He hummed, moving to further shove his body over your booth. You wouldn’t be surprised though if his feet were still on the ground.

“Killer clowns? Just beat them up, I don’t know, humans get scared of the weirdest things.”

The twin perked up as he held up a finger to shush you as you opened your mouth to rebuke.

“Wait a sec, I got something for ya!” Floyd brought his hand up to his mouth and shrilly whistled a small tune. “Hey Aspen!”

Watching with mild curiosity, you watched as the pink-haired man froze at Floyd calling for him. Staring at Floyd with wide eyes, he briefly darted his gaze to you, and back to Floyd.

“Bring the calamari over for lil’ Shrimpy!”

Aspen made a face, scrunching up his nose as he did what he was told as he internally complained.

I can’t believe you’re making me touch this stuff, I just—I can’t with you! How can you have Jade’s sweet face, and yet be such an ass, Floyd.

Placing the plate before you, Aspen gave you and Epel a polite nod. “Here you are, please enjoy.”

“Yeah, Aspen’s reeeal fond of squid, ain’t ya?” Floyd giggled as Aspen took a deep breath, glowering at him as he turned his cheek and trotted off.

Stupid, it’s no wonder you can’t court your mate, you brute.

“I believe my shift has ended. I’ll be setting off, I’ll see you at Ramshackle, Housewarden.”

You watched from the corner of your eye as Floyd grinned wryly at Aspen’s retreating form, looking back at you and Epel to pout and mockingly sniffle.

“He’s always been so mean to poor ol’ Floydie!” He giggled again, tilting his head as you rolled your eyes. “He ignores me all the time, even when I’m trying to have fun with him! It was just a joke!”

You gave a light-hearted scoff, as did Epel who froze at Floyd squinting a golden eye at him.

“Right, a joke. Like when you ‘accidentally’ served Azul your takoyaki. Didn’t he smack you hard enough to bruise you?”

Floyd blew a raspberry, cocking his hip as he leaned further against your booth. At the angle you had to crane your head to look at him, he almost looked like his brother.

“Yeah, he was so mean for that! It’s fine, though, he kept serving me unagi for like a week after that to get back at me.”

His eyes dulling a bit, you could tell Floyd was getting bored now that his ‘fun’ had left. Though, he seemed to perk up as you popped a calamari ring into your mouth, studying your reaction as you chewed. It got a bit awkward as you made eye contact with Epel, who shrugged.

I wonder if he’s waiting for the Prefect to say something about the food. Maybe he made it and wants praise?

You swallowed and cheerily told Floyd, “Hey, this is really good! Tastes great, did you cook it, Floyd?”

Floyd held his chin in his hands, grinning again as he watched you take another ring.

Waiting until you were mid-chew, he purred out in a teasing tone, “Oh, no I didn’t make that. Jade made it. For you.”

So sappy, an’ such a basic courting gift too!

You choked on the calamari, coughing and frantically hitting your chest. Epel yelped as he nearly jumped over the table to shove your glass of water in your face, which you accepted.

“Oh? You good Shrimpy?” Floyd, unbothered as ever, grinned as he watched you chug your water. “Something got you all flustered?”

“Floyd! Don’t make jokes, they’re chokin’!” Epel scolded Floyd as you finally took a heaving breath, waving your hands to cool off your burning cheeks.

“It’s fine, just went down the wrong throat. Um,” You shakily smiled at Floyd as you replied, “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll be sure to thank him later.”

As if, I don’t need him getting the wrong idea.

“Oh good, Jade wanted to talk to ya ‘bout something anyway. Can’t remember about what.” Floyd gave you a lazy smirk. “He was gonna visit ya at your dorm, but what if I pop you in his room as a surprise? It’ll be reeeal funny!”

“Nope!” You popped your lips, blanching at the thought of Jade finding you alone in his bedroom.

“Kayyy!” Floyd shrugged, sliding his upper body against the top of the booth as he sauntered away. “I’m sure Jade will be back soon anyway. I’ll have someone come top off your waters while you wait.”

An exhausted sigh left your mouth as you rested your head against the cool table while Epel did the same, in solidarity you think.

“Ya good? I’ve heard that Jade has been hovering around you lately. You don’t like, owe him anything, do you?”

You slid your head up to meet Epel’s gaze, who was currently giving you a curious look.

Ace mentioned he’s been around you a lot lately.

“Ah, no he’s just been, ummm—” you hummed as you considered how to word your circumstances without telling him about your telepathy.

Maybe I should tell him anyway…

“If it helps, I don’t think it’s anything bad!” Epel tried to reassure you with a small smile. “You two walk together after your potions class, right?”

You blinked in surprise, raising a brow. “Yeah? How’d you know?”

“Oh, he’s in the remedial second-year flight class with some other mermen. And I see you two walking when I’m coming from astronomy, it’s on the way.”

Every day too, without fail.

Epel waited for you to take a sip of water before giving you a wry grin. “It’s cute, you guys look like a couple.”

Choking on your water, you coughed as Epel giggled at your flustered reaction. Unfazed by your glare, Epel happily continued.

“Ha! I thought Ace was joking, but you really do get all embarrassed talking about Jade. What? You got a crush on him?”

“NO!” You shouted, nearly flying out of your seat. The dining room got quiet as you did, several eyes staring at you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Floyd smirking at you. Like he knew what you were talking about.

Oh, geez. Epel was leaning back against his seat, eyeing you up and down. Dramatic much?

“I mean, uh, no.” You hastily mumbled as you settled back in your booth, wishing you could just sink into the cushions.

“Sure, yeah.” Epel scoffed, and relaxed, smirking at you again. “You know, he’s real happy during flight class, even though he can barely make it off the ground. Might have something to do with a certain someone, you think?”

You laughed and dryly responded, “I wouldn’t know.” Liar. “Besides, it’s not like I ask for him to hover over me all the time. It gets annoying sometimes”

Epel now looked at you puzzled. “Ace didn’t mention anythin’ like that. He’s not like…stalking you or anything, right?”

I’ll beat him up if he is. He might got a foot over me, but I can take him!

The sentiment was sweet, but the thought of Epel confronting Jade made you uneasy. With how intense his feelings were for you, you couldn’t imagine Jade willingly backing down just from a few harsh words or threats from Epel of all people.

“It’s nothing to worry about. Promise!” You straightened and frantically waved your hands at the doubtful look he gave you. “Jade’s been nothing but helpful! He’s probably just being nice.”

“Jade, being nice? Sure, yeah right.” He snorted, amused again. “He’s as nice as a bull seein’ red. He’s like his brother, nothing but a big and mean bully.”

You clicked your tongue, now annoyed. “That’s not fair, Jade can be nice! Like I said, he’s been nothing but helpful to me since the year started.” You weren’t sure why you were so defensive. Jade had been as much of a nuisance as he was helpful since the year started.

Though, if I couldn’t read his mind, he probably wouldn’t actually be such a nuisance to me. I guess he hasn’t actually done anything to make him annoying.

“Hmm, awfully defensive, Prefect.” Leaning in, like he was sharing a secret, Epel slyly whispered, “You sure he’s actually annoying, or are you just pretending? Cause you’ve been getting redder since we’ve started talking ‘bout him.”

You smacked your hands against your heated cheeks, scowling at the cackling Epel.

“I’ve not! Liar!”

“Ha! Look at you!” Epel teased, stealing a piece of calamari as he continued making fun of you. “Why you all red, then?”

“Oh, shut up!” You pouted, sticking your tongue out at your friend before sighing. “Look, there’s more to it, I’ll tell you about it later, just stop making fun of me!”

Epel nodded in understanding, popping one of the calamari rings in his mouth.

“I’ll hold ya to it! Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about one of the guys in my class almost eating a poisonous plant in botany!”

You spent the next half hour listening to Epel recount the stories about the guys in his botany class. You liked being around Epel, even though he wasn’t aware of your telepathy. The way he spoke out loud and in his head were different, since he still spoke to himself internally with his normal accent.

“And then, he cut the bloom off, which made the entire glasshouse fill up with this pink gas!”

It smelt so awful, I'd rather have my face shoved in a cow's hind end!

“It smelled reeaaally bad!” Epel barked a laugh as you two got up from your seats, your waiter had finally given you your receipts. “It was a whole deal, Professor Kallpa was sooo mad!”

“Oh, really?” You laughed alongside Epel as you two walked out of the dining room. “I’ve never seen him mad, it must’ve been really bad!”

As you two turned the corner of the hall leading to the door of the Mostro Lounge, Jade was just exiting his bubble, too preoccupied by the small notebook in his hand to take notice of you.

“Oh shit—Epel hide me!” You spun back around and plastered your back against the wall, freezing like a deer in headlights. Epel yelped as you snatched the back of his collar. He followed suit, crouching against the wall under your arms as he looked up at you with an amused look.

“Seriously, what—” you smacked a hand over his mouth, listening for movement or thoughts.

Hmm? Interesting, is there a little guppy hiding from me? I hope they’re aware I can smell them.

You tried to make out Jade’s footsteps as you could hear his thoughts come closer and closer. You looked at Epel mouthed out, ‘He’s coming.’ Epel blinked rapidly in confusion, shrugging as he waved his hands in front of him.

‘What do you want me to do?’ He mouthed back, standing and holding his hands up still in confusion.

Though am I mistaken, that familiar scent of lavender…is that you, my love?

You stopped breathing, shoulders hunched up as your brain rapidly ran through various escape plans before finally settling on one.

“Sorry, Epel,” you whispered, giving him a nervous smile. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Just as Jade was turning the corner, you shoved Epel into the tall man, the force causing the two to barrel into the ground with a loud ‘thump’ and groans.

While they, and most importantly Jade, were down, you swiftly and sneakily sped past them.

Ow! You ASS!

You turned as you opened the lounge entrance, pushing your back against the forming bubble as Epel looked up at you from the ground, glaring at you as if he could form a hole into your skull.

Ugh, is that Epel? Gah, I hit my head against the wall…

Jade looked up from his place on the ground, following Epel’s gaze as the bubble lifted you from view. He looked surprised, if a bit sad to see you go, opening his mouth to call out to you.

“Pearl?”

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty as you let the bubble take you to the mirror. It was just a few minutes to get to it, but that was enough to let you stew in your own thoughts for once.

Aw, he looked kinda sad. Maybe I should’ve just sucked it up and let him say hello.

You leaned against the cool wall of the bubble, watching as a small school of fish swam by. If you’re being honest with yourself, if it wasn’t for the fact you knew about how Jade felt for you, you probably wouldn’t have such a hard time interacting with him. You’d be blissfully unaware, making your way through life without a concern in the world.

Probably. Maybe. What if he tried confessing then? Would I still be avoiding him if I didn’t know what he thought of me? Ugh, but they’re such weird thoughts! Is it too much to ask for him to be normal?

From the distance you could see another bubble form from the Mostro Lounge, no doubt Epel following. As you turned to press through the mirror into the Hall of Mirrors. You sighed again.

What am I talking about, no one at this school is normal.

Stepping aside to wait for Epel, you took your phone out to check your texts. You blanched at the sight of several missed Magicam messages, mostly from Wynfred and Silas.

winniethewitch: Hi Prefect! Just a suggestion, can we invest in pest control? I think it would be really beneficial for us all :) sysalson: ignore my brother, there are no issues with bugs. The bugs are fine, the bugs are my friends :D winniethewitch: Hi again, Prefect! Please ignore Silas. The bugs are very much NOT fine. The bugs are not our friends. The bugs must go. winniethewitch: Hi Prefect, this is Wynfred, your unofficial Vice Housewarden. Please ignore my previous messages. Silas is right, the bugs are our friends and I made a haS42q vhq0[p;’M winniethewitch: That was not me. Please as the Headmage for pest conlk10vg n 319jioqajn13pn

You read through a few more messages, each harder to decipher than the last, as Wynfred and Silas evidently fought over the phone. You noticed that the last messages were actually readable.

winniethewitch: Prefect! I have taken care of the problem, there is no need for pest control now. Evidently, please ignore the smell when returning. It turns out that Aspen can make quite the strong pest repellent, it just happens to smell very strongly of garlic.

“Oh god, are you kidding me?” You chuckled to yourself, the sound of the Octavinelle mirror shimmering catching your attention. Turning to greet Epel, you noticed a smug look on his face instead of the annoyed one you expected.

“Heyyy, you know I didn’t mean to shove you so hard, right?”

“Mm-hm.” Epel hummed, walking past you and out the building. You followed, if a bit confused.

“I just panicked, and wanted to get out of there.”

Epel replied, “Away from Jade, right?”

“Right! You heard me earlier, it’s been a little weird being around him a bunch, so I just wanted to—”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I made sure to tell him that you weren’t trying to be rude or anything.”

You stopped rambling, now silent as Epel continued to offhandedly comment.

“Yeah! He seemed real worried that you were in such a rush to get away from him. So I let him know that you were just being shy, that you’d been getting all red and flustered when talking about him earlier—”

“WHAT!” You screeched, running ahead of him to stop Epel in his tracks, by now Ramshackle was in view and there were a few students on the porch staring after you yelled.

“Yeah, he didn’t say anythin’, but I could tell he was reeeal happy to hear that. I mean, he nearly, tripped over himself trying to follow you out, but Azul came over for him.”

Scoffing, you tapped your food as you angrily placed your hands on your hips. Epel looked at you, still smug.

That’s what you get for leaving me behind. Trying to sacrifice me, hmph!

“By the way, he asked me to remind you that your potionology group is still meeting at 3 later today. He said Yev was throwing a fit over you not texting him back, and he wanted to get work done.”

“Oh shit, I forgot!” You groaned, rubbing the palms of your hands against your eyes. “Ugh, I gotta get dressed in my lab uniform.”

Epel laughed, nudging you with his shoulder to push you towards Ramshackle. He cooed in mock sympathy, “Oh, too bad, so sad, better hurry up then.”

You ran, Epel laughing as you made a panicked screech, to Ramshackle. You zoomed past the group of freshmen on the porches they greeted you, stumbling into the foyer. You notice Grim in the living room, standing on the table as he told some sort of story about fighting an overblot monster in the mines. No doubt overinflating his part in the story.

“And then it raised its pickaxe to my hench-human while the other two ran for their hides! But, as the brave and mighty Grim, I used my most powerful spell—”

“GRIM!” You slid on the hardwood floors, huffing and pointing at the gray familiar. “Was laundry done yet!? I need my lab pants!”

“Nyah! Uh.” Grim jumped as his ears pinned down, and he sheepishly mumbled, “Nooo, I forgot. But I was telling these guys about the mines and—”

“GAAAAH!”

You ran up the steps and flew into your room, slamming the door behind you as you shuffled through your clean clothes to find your oversized lab coat, goggles, and pants. You managed to find the first two, but the third was indeed still in your dirty clothes hamper.

Damn it! Ugh, where are my tights?

Crewel had often chastised you when you wore your skirts to lab classes, as it didn’t follow lab safety protocols. Vil had helped you make outfits with opaque black tights to help cover your skin for lab, though you’d stopped after the last class when you spilled a potion over your legs, causing your favorite tights to bleach an ugly white, splotchy pattern.

You learned the hard way why none of your other classmates wore their skirts to lab either. Now you had a dedicated pair of pants for all labs, also bleached but comfortable. Unfortunately, they were still buried under a pile of dirty clothes.

Groaning, you slipped off your shoes and socks as you pulled out a pair of black tights, slipping them on, along with your lab coat and goggles around your neck. You had to fold your sleeves up to prevent them from engulfing your hands, easier said than done as you tried to smoothly slip on your shoes again.

Stumbling back out of your bedroom, and tripping a bit over the stairs, you managed to make it to the main hallway before being interrupted mid-walk.

“Prefect!” Perfect, they’ve still here! You looked up at Aspen, who looked strangely happy to see you. Behind him was Wynfred, who was blushing and staring down at his feet.

“Prefect,” Aspen chirped, gesturing to Wynfred with a flourishing wave. “Wynfred has something very important to tell you—”

“Sorry! Can’t talk! Ask Grim if you have any dorm related questions!”

“But, wait!” You ignored Aspen’s calls and him cursing you out in his head, while Wynfred also called out.

“Prefect, I—”

“Can’t talk! Bye, bye, bye, bye!”

You ignored their shouts as you leaped over the Ramshackle steps and ran as fast as you could to the castle. Maybe Vargas had a point trying to recruit you to the track team, as you managed to make it to the hallway that Yev’s lab was in just five minutes shy of three o’clock. You nearly rammed into Riddle’s back as you slid across the floor.

“Oh my!” Riddle stumbled forward, his goggles falling lopsided over his head, turning as he heard the trample of your steps. He stumbled backwards as you keened over, hands on your knees as you heaved for air.

“Prefect! Mind where you’re going! You nearly trampled me over!”

“Sorry! I just didn’t want to be late.” You took a final deep breath as you smiled up to Riddle. “Just 5 minutes to spare!”

Riddle chuckled as he lent a helping hand to get you back up, pulling you along to the classroom Yev had instructed your group to meet at.

“Very good Prefect, let’s not hurt ourselves, though. I already checked in, it’s just Jade. No sign of Yev quite yet.”

“Wasn’t he the one who insisted that we meet at this specific time? I’d thought he’d been here already.”

Riddle chuckled as you two made your way into the classroom. As Riddle had said, Jade was sitting at the end of the classroom in a desk closest to the wall. He’d been studying the stones that made up the wall rather intently before notice you and Riddle enter.

“Why hello Riddle. And Prefect, we’d bumped into each other earlier and didn’t even manage to say hello.”

Gave Jade a polite wave and a sheepish smile as Riddle greeted him.

“Still no sign of Yev, Jade?”

“Oh, no. How strange, especially since he insisted on us meeting at this time.”

Jade’s eyes briefly locked on your form, eyes drawing up and down.

There you are! My darling! My pearl, you’re wearing a skirt again! I can’t believe I didn’t notice earlier! And you’re acting all shy! Your little friend was right! Cute, cute, cute!!

“Hey, Riddle, what if I jumped off a bridge? For fun?”

Riddle sharply inhaled, slowly turning his head to give you an unamused glare.

“What if I tied a leash to your neck? For fun?” He scoffed, pulling at your cheek like a mother to her child. “Honestly, you worry me at times, I may have to anyway.”

Hmm, not a bad idea Riddle…

Jade’s mind conjured up an image of you on your knees, in the maid outfit again, a leash tied to your neck leading up to his hand as he cooed over you.

You made a low-pitch whine as the two of you made your way to where Jade was waiting at the end of the classroom.

“No, I’m fine actually, no leashes here. Hate them.” You made an ‘X’ with your hands as you turned and walked backwards, puffing your cheeks. “Not something I want on my person, at all!”

Really? You heard Jade shift in his seat, standing to approach you and Riddle. Hmm.

You smiled to yourself for effectively shutting down the latest dirty thought.

At least, until Jade conjured up another image of you straddling him in bed, using his tie as a leash to pull his face to yours.

“Jade, you’ve been naughty~” You giggled, pulling on his tie, further tightening it as his own hand clasped yours. “Maybe I ought to collar you up? Tie a leash and drag you around like a pet?” Jade gasped, pupils blown wide, as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched whine. A sound reserved just for you. “Anything you want, just for you, my love.” Jade groaned as you licked a stripe up his throat to meet his lips in a messy, wet kiss. His words muffled as he spoke against your moving lips, “I’ll be your pet. I’ll let you use me. Please—” Grasping the ends of your shirt, tugging at them like a lifeline, Jade started muttering nonsense as he ground his hips against yours. “Please, please, please, I’ll be so good to you! I’ll fuck you so good, I’ll make you feel good if you’ll just let me. Let me love you, please, please, please—”

A sharp pain flew up your neck to your head as you collided with the stone wall, tripping over a table leg while walking backwards. Your face was burning, as was the heat in your gut. Riddle and Jade both made noises of concern as you clenched the back of your head. You were glad that they assumed your red face was due to your embarrassment, as Jade’s last rambles were still echoing in your head.

“Oh my, Prefect! Are you alright?” Riddle's voice was full of concern, but also slight amusement as he grabbed your left arm, Jade the right, to pull you up.

“Yes, that looked like it hurt quite a bit.” Jade murmured, moving his hands to gently move your head. “Allow me to check your head.”

“No, I’m—ow!” His hand brushed on a tender spot on your crown, making you wince. ”Ooooh, that hurt!”

Ah, I’m so sorry, my pearl, but you make the cutest sounds sometimes! You heard Jade tut as he leaned down to closely inspect your head. I just wonder what kinds I could pull from you.

You cringed, leaning away from his hand and shooing both boys away. “I’m fine, guys, it’s just a bump.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? It does none of us any good if you’re hurt and can’t focus, you can go to the nurse.” Riddle replied, pushing you towards the door.

“Yes.” Jade chirped in agreement, ignoring Riddle’s side eye at his abnormally happy tone. “Allow me to take you—”

“Oh no! I don’t think so!” Yev came barreling through the classroom door, looking rather disheveled. Compared to his rather clean, prim appearance, he looked as if he’d been run through the wringer.

Oh my, I would have never seen Vil in such a state. You heard Riddle stifle a chuckle as he eyed Yev fixing his messy hair. Said man was huffing, no doubt from running.

“Ugh my hair! Look,” Yev said, eyeing you in particular, “It took forever for us to find a spare day to meet up. I won't go through the effort of rescheduling it when one of you just happened to bump your head.”

Besides, I have a potion in my lab you can take anyways.

“I really must insist that the Prefect get checked up.” Jade argued, giving Yev a polite smile. Though, his eyes were quite firm.

“And I must insist that we get started.” Yev scoffed as he pushed past the three of you pressing against the stones in the wall as he continued talking. “I have pain medicine in my lab, just…ugh. Where’s that damn button!”

Your group shared looks at Yev’s muttering, moving closer to huddle around Yev as he pressed hidden buttons along the stone wall. He pressed one, the lights flickered off and back on as he pressed it again.

Riddle yelped as the bookshelf next to him spun into the wall, turning around to reveal its other side blended into the wall. He jumped back as it spun again, nearly hitting him.

“Yev! Be careful!.” Riddle yelled, cheeks turning red. “I thought this was your secret lab, how do you not know how to get in it?”

Yev yelled back, “I know! I’m just having trouble—you know, I didn’t have to let us use my lab for our project!”

As the two started arguing, now the blackboard and teacher’s desk shaking as Yev pressed more stone buttons, Jade shuffled closer to you.

“You know…” Jade leaned down to softly speak to you. “I can still take you to the infirmary, if you’d prefer?”

You looked up at Jade, surprised at the tender look in his eyes.

I really shouldn’t be, though.

“I, uh—” You turned away shyly, reaching up to touch the still throbbing spot on your head. “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea—”

“Wait! Don’t press that one, it’s the wrong—”

Your stomach dropped as the floor beneath your feet disappeared. Specifically the square panel you and Jade had been incidentally standing on, the trap door opening as you two started falling down the dark pit. A scream left your mouth, arms reaching around your midsection as you clutched onto them and shut your eyes.

“Ow. That was my rib.” Jade's voice grunted against your ear, his hold around loosening as he also moved to stand.

“Jade? What—oh my god!” You tried to scramble off of Jade, harder said than done in the space you two had found yourselves. Shifting around, you were sure that you’d just made the situation worse, as Jade lit a light with his wand. How in the world you managed to find yourself straddling Jade’s waist in the dark was a mystery. Though, with the flush look on his face, you weren’t sure he minded.

Oh…by the Abyss itself… you’re such a pretty sight.

“You say that often, ‘my god’, what does that mean if you don’t mind me asking.” Jade pushed himself up by his free elbow, the other arm busy holding up your only source of light. “It’s an expression, yes?”

“Y-yeah, it’s like when you guys say things li-like ‘by the Seven’ or—I’m sorry. Let me try to get off you!”

You started rambling, looking around for a way to put some distance between you and Jade. However, you only saw black walls around you. Looking up, whatever panel had been above you was closed off, black stone closing you in.

“Well, there’s not much space for you to move.” Unless you want to keep moving those hips against me… “Perhaps relax, there’s hardly any space between the two of us.”

“Right! Of course, but I think I can…” Carefully, you managed to stand in the small space, trying to avoid moving against him. Harder said than done, but you managed, reaching down to lend a hand to him. “Here.”

Jade smiled, something soft and sweet, as he took your hand and awkwardly shuffled against the wall as he slid up.

Though, this is just as nice as well.

“I think I can hear them shuffling on top of us. Do you think one of them noticed us falling?”

“Ha, with the way you screamed? Without a doubt.” Jade managed to stand straight, a good chunk of space between the tops of your heads and the trap door panel.

He attempted to reach up to knock the top of the panel. Despite his height his fingerprints barely brushed it. Luckily, you could hear Riddle and Yev’s panicked footsteps stumble around.

Riddle’s voice came through the floor, muffled and frantic.

“Prefect? Jade? Prefect!? Yev what in the world was that!? Where did it send them? Prefect! (Name)!!”

“We’re here!” You called out, smacking the wall in an attempt to make more noise. “We’re fine!”

“Oh good!” You heard Yev laugh, then yelp as you heard a smack. “What?! Usually it would send them down to the lake! They got stuck in the trap hole since you pressed the button twice, usually it would’ve sent them to a nice midafternoon bath!”

You heard another smack and yelp, then some scratching against the wood.

“Prefect, we’re going to get you and Jade out! Let me just figure out how to get the panel open.”

Listening to some more footsteps, Jade leaned down to murmur, “There goes our plans then. You don’t suppose they’ll get us out of here before 3, do you?”

You snorted, stifling a laugh, failing to do so at the sound of more clamoring and arguing above you.

“Give Riddle some faith at least. He’s always been smart. And resourceful! You should’ve seen him over the summer, he got through every training simulation thrown at us.”

“Ah, I never did learn about what happened at that camp the headmage had you all attend.” Jade leaned down, studying your features.

Oh, such a wonderful smile! I wished you’d do that more often around me.

“Azul’s been tight-lipped about it as well, perhaps you’d be willing to share with me?”

You blinked up at him, shuffling a bit as he leaned down to whisper against your ear.

“You can trust me, you know.” His smooth voice drew a shiver down your spine. You think that he noticed your blushing face, based on the way he took a sharp breath.

Please, please, please! Don’t be nervous, there’s no need to be shy with me! I know you are, but you don’t need to my love!

You really wanted to wring Epel’s neck for that comment, though it was hard to focus. Especially with the lack of space between you two.

“I’m happy to lead an ear. There’s no need to be shy.”

You shuffled against the wall to place some distance between you two, squinting at his smile. You half expected him to cage you in with his long arms, though he seemed more amused at seeing you try and escape him.

Ah! Look at you being shy! So cute, cute, cute!

You wanted to roll your eyes at him, more annoyed now than anything, even with your blush.

“I’m fine, thank you. I can handle myself just fine.”

Jade chuckled, “Ah, I forget how spirited you can be.”

Before you could retort back, a bit of light from the opening panel shone through. Both you and Jade looked up to see Riddle’s gray eyes peering through the small gap he made.

“Prefect!” shouted in relief, looking at the twin. “And Jade. You’re there too.”

“Oh, Riddle. Your concern is most kind.”

Ignoring Jade’s thinly veiled sarcasm, you smiled and reached up with both hands to wave at Riddle.

“Hey! Let’s go! Can you open it more to get us out?”

“Yes, but I can’t reach you. Yev has to stand by the button that opens this panel up. He’s using a spell to hold the button so that it won’t open the panels beneath you while I pry this one open.”

Riddle briefly disappeared, the panel moving slightly more as he pushed it into its slot. The floor beneath your feet also shifted, vibrating as if it too wanted to slide away and disappear.

“Ah! Careful, the panel here is moving!”

You stumbled, Jade catching you by your waist to help steady you as he also called out.

“Riddle! I’d rather that we don’t plunge into the lake! I heard it’s quite slimy!”

“Ew what? Riddle!” You panicked, shouting for Riddle and jumping on your toes. “Get us out!”

Riddle huffed, crawling back to poke his head through the now large hole.

“I’m trying! Jade, can you lift the Prefect on your shoulders.” Riddle ignored your protest and continued to speak. “Just lift them, so I can pull them up, then the two of us can try to reach for you.”

You blinked in confusion, processing Riddle words before paling.

“Wait, what—AH!” You felt Jade’s hands grab your knees, looking down to see the back of Jade’s head settle between your thighs as he lifted you on his shoulders. A small shriek slipped your slips as you grasped at Jade’s hair, pulling hard enough to make him wince, so that you could steady yourself.

Oh, fuck. Their hands, their thighs, it’s better than anything I could imagine…

You panicked at another one of Jade’s daydreams. This one of Jade between your legs, thighs squeezing the sides of his head and hands pulling the teal strands in his head as you arched your back and cried out his name. You tightened your thighs instinctually, regretting it as you felt Jade’s breath shudder. You felt it, even with the tights blocking your bare skin.

“RIDDLE! GET ME OUT!! NOW!” You launched your hands and body up, making Jade stumble forward as you tried reaching for the ledge that was still out of your grasp.

“I’m going! Do not yell at me like you’re me!” Riddle’s hands were now within your reach, the tips of your fingers brushing against each other. “Jade, push them up higher or something. I can’t reach!”

You felt Jade move his hands to cradle beneath your thighs, lifting you as you nearly made it to freedom’s grasp.

“Riddle, have you managed to get—Aye, hijo de puta!”

You felt yourself dropping again, Riddle’s hands now quickly fading away while Jade’s grasp tightened against your legs.

You heard your scream echo against the stone walls as you two fell through the tunnel. At some point, Jade had let go of you to grab at your waist again, tucking you against his chest as he curled around you and braced.

It certainly helped, as he took the brunt of the fall against the cold waters of the lake underneath the school castle.

Chill seeped through your bones, hair and lab coat billowing around you as you finally opened your eyes to see nothing but dark, green murky water. Below you was more darkness, the tops of a seaweed forest underneath your feet. You think you could make out a few fish, even one of those giant catfish Vargas made his camp attendees fish for.

However, you missed the large, silver large-toothed fish darting between the seaweed, only noticing it as it was charging at you. Bubbles flew out of your mouth as you screamed, shutting your mouth again, and attempting to swim quickly to the surface. Luckily for you, you made it rather quick as a familiar webbed, green hand snatched your hand as Jade bolted to the surface.

Breaking the water, you gasped for a deep breath, brushing your bangs from your face and blinking away water from your eyelashes. You frantically whipped your head around, searching for Jade, as you called out his name in a panic.

“Jade? Jade! Where are you? Jade!” You yelped as he breached the water, brushing his hair back. He had a scrape on his arm that he was studying with mild irritation.

“What an annoying creature—oh!” Jade grunted in surprise as you threw your hands over him, clutching at his shoulders.

“Jade! Are you hurt? What was that? Is it gonna get us?! Oh my god, JADE IT’S GONNA GET US, WE GOTTA GO!” You babbled on and on, hyper focused on looking at the water below you for signs of the aggressive fish. Which proved meaningless, as you couldn’t see anything besides the dark green water.

You paused at Jade’s sudden laughter, growing louder as his chest shook, and his eyes squinted in mirth. Looking at him with furrowed brows, you tilted your head as he reached over to cup your cheeks. He squeezed them together, making you pucker your lips as his laughter died down.

He’s…laughing! Like, fully laughing! I’ve…ever seen him laugh! Woah!

“My dear, relax!” Jade managed to stifle his laughter, now softly chuckling. Something more characteristic of him.

He has a nice laugh, actually. Not like Floyd’s, it’s just more… Jade. I guess…it suits him!

“I can assure you, I am just about the scariest thing in this lake at this moment. Nothing is going to come for us as long as I remain in my merform. But your concern for me is delightful.”

So sweet.

Jade looked at you fondly, eyes darting down to your lips, making your breath catch in your chest.

Is he gonna…?

“We should head to the shore and start heading back up. I imagine Riddle is quite worried about you.”

Jade suddenly let go of your cheeks, instead moving to swim on his stomach, gesturing for you to grab his back.

“Here, allow me to help you to shore.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you carefully maneuvered around his dorsal fin. You were reminded of the time you got trapped in the Scarabia desert and had to swim through the river Kalim made. Though this time you had a different twin to be your ride.

“Heh, kinda familiar, huh? Though you had Grim and Azul with you back then, right?”

Jade started wading through the water, one of his own hands reaching up to hold yours on his chest.

“Yes, you were with Floyd last time. That was quite the time, wasn’t it? You found yourself in trouble more often than the average person.”

“It’s not like I mean to! It just sorta happens!” You pouted, debating on pinching Jade, as he chuckled at your offended response.

You decided to look up at the shore Jade swam to, noticing two figures walking along the coliseum pathway.

“Hey, I think that’s them! Hey! Riddle! Yev!” You called out to the two figures, drawing their attention. You waved a free hand, squealing as Jade sped up, making you fall against his back and clasp onto him again.

“Jade! Careful!”

“Now, now, my pearl.” This was the first time he’d ever refer to you as ‘pearl’ outside his thoughts. Though, he was more focused on your arms around him rather than the words coming out of his mouth.

“Have faith. I would never let you get hurt under my care.”

Jade sped back up, and despite yourself, you let out small screams of glee as adrenaline ran through your veins as you rode on Jade like a rollercoaster at a water park.

It took but a minute to make it to the shore, much sooner than the pair of students who were still making their way over. You crawled off Jade and up the sandy shore, grabbing your hair and wringing the water out. You hear the shimmering sound you’d associated with the twins and Azul’s transformation, turning to see Jade dusting himself off, perfectly dry in his lab uniform.

“…Are you kidding?”

Jade looked up, looking at you with confusion.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re dry! You literally were just a merman, in the water, and now you’re just dry!?”

Jade looked taken aback, before laughing at your angry face.

Oh, my! How cute! You’re almost never angry, what a delightful view!

“My apologies for not being courteous enough to suffer alongside you.” Jade walked over to you as you started working getting the water out of your goggles. He was still chuckling at you.

“It’s a perk of our transformation potions. Quite convenient, yes. Oh, but you poor thing. All soaked.”

Jade stopped, a blush filling his cheeks as he stared at your torso. He turned away, clearing his throat.

“I do believe that the water soaked through…ah…your shirt.”

A gasp left your mouth, looking down to quickly snatch your lab coat closed and button it up. It didn’t really matter, though, as Jade’s mind was filled with the image of your wet, seek through shirt and the view of your chest.

Today…has…been so, so wonderful~

You sighed, looking over to the students walking over.

“I’ll ask Riddle to help dry me off with a spell or something. Though…that’s not him.”

You squinted at the pair, now within a reasonable view, realizing it was Aspen and Wynfred.

Did you? Did they follow me here?!

“Prefect, there you are—why are you wet?” Aspen stopped, looking your sopping form up and down with a raised brow. “And Jade too—ugh, never mind.”

“Wynfred here has something he’d like to tell you, but you left before he could. It’s something incredibly important! Go on Wynfred, tell them!”

Aspen turned around and pushed Wynfred, who was digging his feet into the ground, towards you and Jade as you wring water out of your clothes. A small trench was forming as Aspen continued to push the frozen ginger closer to you, who was currently clenching his fists to his sides. Staring at you wide-eyed, Wynfred’s eyes darted between you and Aspen, who was smiling and gesturing to you.

“Go on…” Do it, you idiot!

“Uh, is everything alright? Wynfred, are you okay? Did something happen? Did you get hurt or—”

“PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!” With a sudden burst of confidence, Wynfred ran forward to grasp your hands with his. “I think you’re a wonderful housewarden! And I am equally great, so we’d make a great pair!!”

His sparkling eyes would be cute, if it wasn’t for how tightly he clenched your hands. And Aspen, of course.

Yes! Go out with him, so I can get you off of Jade’s back! Come on! Say something! Do you know how hard it was to convince him to ask you out?! Say something!

Wynfred’s very sudden confession, which you're doubting was a real confession and not just a misguided push from Aspen, shut you and the surrounding area up. The silence was deafening. Even the birds and the breeze stopped, as if mocking your predicament. Minus the scandalous gasp from your left, no one spoke.

Wait, who the hell gasped?

You turned to look at Riddle and Yev, who had run down the castle to meet you and Jade. Though, Riddle looked like he just swallowed a lemon, while Yev was clutching a hand to his chest as he looked at your group with an open mouth.

“Oh my—WYNFRED SALSON!” Yev marched over with a furious look, snatching Wynfred by the ear to scold him. “What in the world makes you think you can just go up to a housewarden and demand a date from them! That is not how a proper Pomefiore student acts!”

You backed away as Yev continued scolding Wynfred, pitying him. Riddle walked over to you and leaned down to inspect your face and arms, prodding at you and checking for any wounds.

“Well, that is certainly awkward. Are you alright? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

“Ah, no.” You shook your head, smiling as you turned to look at Jade. “Jade actually…”

You froze, as did Riddle, upon noticing Jade’s expression. Or, more accurately, the lack thereof. Instead of his usual smile, or even the sweet ones he’d been giving you earlier, Jade’s face was a blank slate, eyes focused solely on Wynfred’s form.

I will drag you into the deepest depths known to man until the pressure pops your eyes out of your sockets, your heart bursts, and your lungs fill with the bitter cold of the sea. I will watch your body turn into bloody, liquified mush you stupid, arrogant, waste of space! Stay away from my mate! Mine! Mine! Mine! MINE!

Jade's expression quickly changed back to his usual smile, though he was still emanating an aura that could be best described as “bloodthirsty”. Murderous even! Sanguinary, if you wanted to be poetic. Riddle at least had noticed it, as he leaned close to whisper.

“Did something happen with Jade? I figured he would be annoyed that he fell into the lake, but he seems…rather….”

“Homicidal?”

“I was going to be nice and say ‘furious,’ but yes. Homicidal fits quite well.”

“Ugh!” Wynfred started shoving against Yev, who was still rambling angrily at Wynfred for his ‘lack of etiquette’ apparently.

“Look, Prefect! I would quite like to go out with you on a date! I think you’re very nice to everyone in the dorm, and I am also nice!”

You think Wynfred chose to ignore Aspen’s snort, green eyes darting to him and back to you.

“Besides, I’ve been told that we’d make a great match! Just ask Aspen! He’s the one who suggested that I—MmmPh!”

Aspen ran over to slap his hand over Wynfred’s mouth, laughing nervously as he glanced at Jade. Said man was now squinting at Aspen with annoyance and distaste.

Really, Aspen? I expected better from you, little squid.

“I was just, uh, supporting my fellow roommate!” The pink haired boy continued to nervously laugh. “You know how it is! I’m just being benevolent, l-like the Sea Witch!”

Jade let out a small chuckle, tilting his head. “Is that so?”

“Yes!” Wynfred managed to shove Aspen’s hands away, reaching for yours again, though his smile faltered as you stumbled back. “Sorry! I don’t mean to be so forward. But I know how busy you’ll be getting as Halloween comes up, and I wanted to ask you on a date during the celebration so that—”

“Oh no. I’m afraid that simply won’t work.” Jade finally stepped forward, wrapping a hand around your shoulders and bringing you close.

Riddle made a noise, and from the corner of your eye you could see him give Jade a disapproving glare.

“W-what? Why!” Wynfred thinned his lips, glaring at Jade and his hold around you.

I’d make for a great date! My siblings say so! Aspen says so too!

Jade titled his head, giving Wynfred a mock sympathetic look.

“Well, the Prefect will simply be too busy with helping me with selling products for Octavinelle during Halloween. After all, Ramshackle’s haunted amusement park makes for the perfect environment to sell food and drinks, especially at the prices Azul places.”

I’m sure I can convince him to do so easily enough.

“What?” Aspen scoffed, blinking at Jade incredulously. “Azul never mentioned that!”

“Oh, we were still figuring out the details. Our lovely Prefect here was going to help us.” Jade cooed as he leaned down to rest his cheek against the top of your head.

Mine.

“But we can discuss more once Azul has the finer details figured out. Now, if you two don’t mind, we all need to be heading back to Yev’s lab and get started on our project. We’ve lost valuable time with this trap door fiasco, haven’t we?”

“Right…” You slowly answered, looking at Riddle who nodded, still eyeing Jade. Yev perked up, wiping imaginary dust off his lab uniform as he too agreed.

“Right, you are Jade. I’m not done with you, Wynfred. I will be speaking to you about your manners later this week.”

Yev sneered at Wynfred, who scoffed in return, as he turned his heel and waved for your group to follow. Jade did so, giving Wynfred another blank stare before turning to you and smiling.

“Shall we?” Let’s go, my pearl.

“Uh, give me a sec. Riddle, can you help me with a drying spell?”

“Oh, of course. Excuse me.” Riddle walked around Jade as he took out his wand, shooing Jade and the two freshmen still lingering. “Go, we will meet you there. And you two.”

Both of the younger students froze under Riddle’s gaze. The redhead’s reputation and strict gaze followed him everywhere it seemed.

“You’ve made the day excitable enough, off you go. Perhaps think about learning more tact, especially around your upperclassmen. Go”

The stern end of his sentence spooked the two to run off to Ramshackle, you presume. Riddle cleared his throat, drawing your attention as the tip of his wand glowed a soft red.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on with you and Jade?” Riddle asked, showing you the pattern he waved his wand in for you to copy and use on your legs. Your friend focused on your arms and back.

“Nothing! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You quickly replied, focusing on keeping the spell up.

“Oh? So he wasn’t all over you when that fresh tried asking you out? He didn’t shut him down and stare him down like he wanted to tear him apart with his teeth? (Name), please. Don’t take me for a fool.”

“I’m not! It’s not what you think.”

“And what do you think I think?” That I’m a dullard?

“I don’t think you’re a dullard, or whatever, it’s just complicated!”

Riddle huffed, giving you a once over as he hooked his arm with yours and dragged you up to the castle steps.

“I didn’t say that part out loud, you know.”

…Huh?

“What are you talking about?”

Riddle scoffed, reaching over to adjust your tie. Something he’d often do for you.

“I noticed pretty early on. It’s quite easy to tell when someone is reading your mind when they react to each and everything you say and think.”

“What! How do you—”

“That, and also Ace is known for his loud mouth.”

You tossed your head back, groaning as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“That dumbass.”

A small laugh left Riddle’s lips, smiling as you glared at him. “Don’t worry. I gave him a stern talking to. If it helps, he was only discussing it with Deuce, who I assume you also told?”

Nodding in affirming, Riddle continued, “I guessed. It certainly explains your strange behavior at times. Though I do have one question.”

“Shoot.”

“How long have you known about Jade’s feelings for you?”

“WHAT—oof!” You tripped over the castle steps, just barely catching yourself with Riddle grabbing your arm. “What are we talking about?”

“Floyd cornered me a few weeks ago. Both of our clubs got off at the same time, and he chased me around until he cornered me in one of the stables. He was complaining about how Jade got to be around his ‘mate’ all the time for class, but he barely saw his own.”

Annoying eel he is. Why would I care about his damn love life?

Riddle rolled his eyes at the mention of Floyd, though he continued.

“It didn’t click until earlier, when I saw how…hmm…handsy he was with you.”

You sighed, “It’s that noticeable?”

“Only sometimes.” Riddle shrugged, patting your shoulder consolingly. “Especially when that poor freshman tried asking you out. Speaking of that, what are you going to tell him?”

You blinked at Riddle, confused. “What do you mean?”

Oh dear, catch up, Prefect.

Riddle sighed, “Well, it’s not always appropriate for a housewarden to date one of their students. You’ll turn him down, yes? Besides, with how your admirer was looking at him, it would most likely be better for Wynfred’s well-being anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right…”

You let out a tired sigh. Most likely, you’d have to take an extra long bath tonight to get the stress out of your bones.

“I’ll let him down gently later. Apparently, I have to talk to Azul about being a food vendor for the dorm’s haunted house.”

When you finally made it back to the classroom, a panel in the wall revealed a staircase, which Yev and Jade were waiting by. Jade’s eyes lit up at the sight of you, though he physically remained poised and proper.

Welcome back, my darling! I hope that nasty little barnacle didn’t ruin your mood!

You chose to ignore Jade and called out to Yev, “So you said you had an idea for our final project. What kind of potion were you thinking?”

Yev perked up, proudly puffing his chest. “Oh yes, you two should love this! We will be making a blot preventative! I bet you two wished you had that last year, hm? I know, I’m brilliant!”

Both you and Riddle stared blankly at Yev, who was still standing proud, as Jade eyed him disapprovingly.

“Hey, Riddle, what if I jumped out the window? For fun?”

“I’d still put a leash on you.”

“Damn.”

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— Sam Kerr x reader

based off this request, i hope you like it :) masterlist, gimme feedback!!!

warnings: pregnancy? slight injury to reader

“She’s getting so big now,” Sam sighed, “What is it now, an avocado?”

Her fingers traced the swell of your stomach, lightly tapping the beat of whatever song was stuck in her head. You and Sam had gotten incredibly lucky, your first round of IVF being successful and resulting in one of the most beautiful celebrations of your life.

“Sami, they said it’s probably a girl, we can be sure!! What if he’s just sneaky?”

Sam just laughed, rolling over to pull herself out of bed. This game would determine if you made it into the quarter finals of the World Cup, and your entire team had been training rigorously for it. The pregnancy had remained under wraps until just after the first trimester, when Alanna had caught you puking in a bush for the third time that week.

The pregnancy had been a hot topic of discussion among you and the team officials. They weren’t allowed to decide when you would stop playing and take leave, but you and Sam had talked privately to decide that you’d rest when the World Cup ended. The rough nature of the game put you at a level of risk you and Sam weren’t willing to take; and if you were being honest, the break was well deserved. You’d given your all for so long and wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day, watching Sam play and browsing whatever shit reality shows were currently trending.

The little bump just barely peaked through your jersey, a small reminder of your love always with you. Admittedly, the influx of hormones had knocked your emotions around a bit - much to Sam’s enjoyment. You cried at commercials and got snappy with her over small things like the smell of her coffee, and it was probably the most adorable thing she’d ever witnessed.

The stadium was alive with the thrill of the match. The girls battled fiercely, determination evident in every pass, every tackle, and every movement on the field. Your movements were quick and calculated, darting in between the opposition to pass the ball over to Hayley.

In an instant you were on the floor, too shocked to even comprehend what had happened. The medics were on you in an instant, Sam having let them know before the tournament that you were pregnant and took priority. The pain wasn’t unbearable, radiating down your back to your legs. The other girl that tumbled was checking on you, apologising over and over. It was a genuine mistake, and you didn’t hold any ill will towards her. Half time had just been called, and so the rest of the team had come make sure you were doing alright.

Sam was also by your side, triple checking you were ok. She was stressing beyond belief, not just for you but your baby.

“You need to come off, love.”

“Huh? No, I’m fine. I’m- We’re fine.”

“No, you’re done,” Sam’s voice was firm, laced with concern. “I know we talked about it, but we cant keep taking these risks. The way you went down… It could’ve been bad.”

You were starting to get annoyed now. Hormones were making you more fired up than normal, and you got defensive quick.

“No. No, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m not made of glass-”

"No arguments," Sam's interruption was unwavering, her eyes locking onto yours with determined resolve. She knew you were annoyed, but she wasn’t willing to risk it anymore. She could also pull the Captain card if she wanted.

Your eyes were glazed over with a quick building fury. You were both too strong willed for your own good and it was quickly becoming tense.

“I’m your captain, Y/N. You’re done. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby."

You had only pushed her hand away and walked off, angry tears falling down your cheek as you sat down with a huff. Sam’s palm ran down her face as she sighed. She knew in her heart it was the right decision, but she couldn’t help the sinking feeling in her chest when she saw you cry.

You had spent the rest of the game in a mood, your head resting in your hands as you glared at Sam. You knew it was irrational, you knew she cared - but right now, it was just an overwhelming flood of emotions. The win and cheers that erupted as the penalty kick went through fell on deaf ears as you shrunk in on yourself, now nauseated too. Perhaps the baby was angry too. Fair enough.

Sam’s eyes met yours as she jogged over, leaving the celebration in the centre of the pitch. Still moody, you looked down at the ground and kicked your feet, twirling your wedding ring as you did so.

“I know you’re mad. I’m sorry.” her hushed voice let out. You offered only a scoff in response, becoming more and more engrossed in the ring by the second.

“Hey, look at me”, she reached out, her hand grabbing your chin. “Look at me, Y/N.”

You let her move you like a doll, your chin tilted up as she hovered over you. If you weren’t still trying to be mad, you’d definitely tell her it was hot - time and place, unfortunately.

“I’m sorry I was strict. I’m your captain and your wife, I’m just looking out for you and our girl… I got scared, I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you wanted. But you’re my responsibility on this field, and I’ll make any move possible to stop you from getting hurt.”

You were embarrassed now. All she did was care while you were stubborn and proud.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled “I was so awful, I didn’t mean it. I know you’re doing what’s best”

“Hey, hey,” her fingers lightly tracing your jawline as your face “don’t say that about yourself. You’re making a person, Y/N. Our baby. Your body’s doing all these crazy things, it’s ok to let it get to you sometimes.”

Your eyes welled up again as she brought you in for a kiss. The stress left your body as you relaxed into her.

She stepped back, pulling you up to meet here eye. “Come celebrate with us, you got us here too.”

You giggled, letting her pull you back to the pitch with a skip in your step. The girls were hugging and crying, yelling all sorts of things at the top of their lungs. You and Sam made your way into the middle of the group, hand in hand with smiles as large as life.

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you call baby a girl, Sam. You owe me fifty if it’s a boy!”

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a friends to lovers x reader for any of the 141 (you get to choose) where the reader is plus size and she avoids them touching her? Because she knows she's plus size and doesn't think this super attractive soldier would ever even like her, much less her body, and every time she is touched she kinda pulls away, but our soldiers are so down bad for her? 👀 And ultimately maybe she gets pulled onto a lap and immediately tries to get off? Smut or no smut, it's up to you!

Thank you lovely!! 💞💞

i like this. i like this very very much hehehehe. i chose simon (i always chose him, i really have to change that😭) (i hope you're okay with that tho. it's my personal headcanon that that man is a chubby chaser by heart lol).

as someone who's also plus-size i adore requests like this so much! i hope i could write it the way you imagined it :)

also, sorry this took me so long😭. i had a bit of a slump lol (also, please give me feedback on the smut part, i never really write smut🥲 and im a virgin lmao)

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"don't touch me simon," you mumble as you push his hands away. "you know i don't like that..." you shuffle away from him and clutch the little notepad you scribble down your customers orders.

he frowns—as always—and gives you a small smile. “‘m sorry lovie. i forgot.”

you nod and straighten your back. “your usual?” you ask, already knowing that he’ll answer with yes. and he does. then you look at the rest of the team, one eyebrow raised. it was rare that they took something else than their usual.

“positive,” price replies, as well as gaz.

“i’ll take whatever ye gimme,” johnny winks and you feel yourself blush. simon just rolls his eyes. he’s getting fed up with his best friend already.

you give johnny a honest smile and scribble something down. “10 minutes and i will be back with your drinks,” you tell them, turning to leave.

once you were out of reach johnny elbowed simon into the side, a devilish smirk on his face. “have ye told ye lassie that ye like her?” he wants to know, wiggling with his eyebrows.

“zip it johnny,” simon only grumbles, starting to bounce his knee. “i ain’t tellin’er nothin’.”

“but why? ye clearly like her.” johnny frowns. if he were in simon’s position he would’ve shot his shot weeks, if not months ago. you were—you were perfection. those curves, those hips and—god forbid—your stomach.

you were hypnotising and you didn’t even know it. johnny didn’t understand how simon could just sit and watch you. he would’ve done anything to get a taste of you, or even just a glance.

“she ain’t interested n’me johnny,” simon sighs after a moment of silence. “i won’t destroy what we have over my stupid feelings.” and with that the debate was over for simon.

before johnny could answer you return with the drinks, placing them down onto the table. “here ya go,” you smile.

“thanks lassie,” johnny grins, patting your hand. you immediately pull away.

you try to overplay it. “no problem. let me know if you need anything else.” you leave with hurried steps, praying you wouldn’t encounter touch again this evening.

‘fuck’ you thought when you realize: all seats were taken. this was not good, nope. you just wanted to turn around and leave without anyone taking a notice of you.

but then soap notices you, “ey lassie. com’ere!” he smiles and waves at you. with hesitant steps you walk in his and simon’s direction. giving a apologetic look to the other people. this was a movie night, not some coffee gossip round. it was rare that you were on base and on most occasions you tried to avoid it but johnny and gaz practically begged you to come so you had no other chance than to say yes.

a few moments later you stood in front of the group of men—your friends—unsure what to do. were you just gonna sit on the ground or… before you can even finish that thought a arm wraps around your waist and someone pulls you into their lap. you can‘t suppress a small yelp, your eyes blow wide.

“‘s j‘st me,“ simon whispers into your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine. you wanted to leave. now.

“simon,“ you hiss. “let me go. i‘m way too heavy for you—“

but instead of following your request his arm around your waist only tightens. “i‘m a big guy. i can handle it,“ he only says in a low voice. with that the topic was done for him and you knew arguing wouldn‘t make sense. once simon was determined about something there was no way to chance his mind.

so, you sat in his lap the whole movie, squirming from time to time; afraid you were too heavy for him, afraid that you would hurt him in any way. meanwhile, his hands were caressing our waist, pulling you closer to him so you‘d stop wiggling around. if you wouldn‘t stop he‘d some have a problem…

beside simon johnny was throwing side glances at him, smirking when he noticed the struggles his best friend was having. he wished he was in that position… if only he‘d been a tad faster than simon you‘d sit in his lap right now and he knew he wouldn‘t be the same after than.

“y‘alright lassie?“ johnny asks as soon as the movie is over and the lights got turned on. your face was red and your pupils blown wide. you only manage a nod, trying your best to get off simon‘s lap as normal—and fast—as possible.

“i think—i think i‘ll go home now. i have work tomorrow morning,“ you smile, still embarrassed. “i hope i‘ll see you tomorrow or are you shipping out?“

“not for at least two weeks,“ simon answers and you nod and turn to leave but then he gets up too and you stop in your tracks. you raise your eyebrow at him and he shrugs. “‘m gonna get ya home,“ he simply says and you nod again.

“alright. see you soon guys,“ you wave your goodbyes to gaz and johnny.

once you and simon where out of reach johnny started to smirk. “ohhhh, he‘s tryna get laid,“ he laughs, glancing at gaz beside him.

“100%“ the other man agrees, hiding his laughter behind his hand. “the question is if she‘s understanding all the signs…“

you unlock your door, simon towering over you from behind, his presence like a burning sensation you couldn‘t seem to ignore. “and we‘re there,“ you chuckle, stepping aside. “you can, uh, leave now,“ you tell him but instead of turning around he takes a step inside your flat, closing the door behind him.

“what if i don‘t want to?“ he asks, slowly coming closer to you. “what…if i want to spend the night with you, mh?“ he‘s looking down at you, his hand itching towards to your face.

you swallow, trying to hold his gaze; it seemed impossible. “why would you want that?“ you want to know, unable to phantom any reason he—out of all men—would want to spend a night with you.

he smiles at your question and lowers his head. “because i like you,“ is his answer before he starts to trails kisses down your throat. your breath gets caught and your hands rush to grip his arms. what was happening right now? this must be a dream…

"if you want t'stop, tell me," he mumbles against your neck, slowly pushing you back until your back hits your drawer. you swallow but turn your head to give him more space. it just felt so good.

your breath hitches when he finds your weak spot. "i don't want to stop," you manage to say and you feel him smirk against your skin.

he scoops you up into his arms and you yelp. "that was what i wanted t'hear," he says and seconds later his lips collide with yours as he makes his way to your bedroom. you feel like a feather in his arms, so light and free.

"been wantin' t'do this f'r a long time," simon breathes against your lips when he gently drops you down onto your bed and he pulls back. "y'look so beautiful..." his eyes admire you and you start to blush. you weren't used to being appreciated like that. especially not by men like simon.

he sits up, kneeling in front of you. then he pulls off his shirt in a smooth motion, tossing it aside. your eyes widen and you swallow again. oh steaming jesus, he looked better than you thought–

and suddenly you get aware of your looks again. you try to hide behind your arms as fast as possible, not wanting simon to see but he beats you to it. with gentle hands he grabs your wrists and pulls them away. "why're you doing that, mh?" he wants to know and you avert your gaze.

"i...don't know..." you mumble. "i just–"

he cuts you off before you can finish, "y'think i don't find ya attractive, do ya?" your blush is answer enough and he bents down. "you're the most attractive woman i've ever laid m'eyes upon..." he tells you in a whisper, placing kisses upon your face.

"you don't–"

"oh, i mean it. with every fiber of my being," he, again, cuts you off, not wanting you to doubt his attraction to you. you were beautiful, etheral even, and he didn't know how other men didn't see it. "let me worship you," he pleads, kissing your lips.

he pulls slightly back again and looks in your eyes. he wanted your consent before continung. if you'd say no, he'd stop. if you'd say yes, he would ravish you.

you hesitate for a second before you drag him back down by his neck and press a kiss to his lips. "please," you choke out, looking at him with hooded eyes.

he smiles, his hands slipping beneath your shirt, pushing it upwards. "your wish is my command love." with gentle hands he starts to undress you, trailing kisses all over your body. he wanted to you to feel good about yourself, to feel attractive.

and with every passing moment he was itching down towards your core, smirking when he feels you twitching and shuddering.

“si—simon,” you moan when his lips ghost over your clothed cunt.

he does it again, looking up at you through hooded eyes. “shhhh,” he coos, his tumb caressing your thigh. “b’good f’r me, will ya?” he was straining himself to not rip your clothes off when he started undressing you piece by piece. he wanted to cherish you, burn the image of you sprawled across your bed—naked—into his mind. who knew when he’d be able to see you like that again?

it felt like a haze, the way he was undressing and worshipping your body, his eyes rarely leaving yours. he wanted to you feel seen, to feel lusted after because that was exactly what he was doing.

he came face to face with you again, his lips finding yours while his hand cupped your pussy. your breath hitched. “so ready for me,” he chuckles, his tumb carefully starting to stimulate your clit.

a whine escapes you when he pulls his hand back after a few moments and he can’t suppress a smirk. “oh, ya needy, aren’t ya?” you only manage a nod, your mouth falling open when you feel him slipping one finger inside. “gon’ work ya well open first, love,” he tells you before he starts to litter you with kisses again.

with a steady rhythm he pumps his finger in and out of you, trying to pay attention to your body’s reaction as best as possible. he wanted to make this about you and you only.

he was sucking bruises onto your skin while moans dripped past your lips. oh, he felt like he was in heaven. “keep makin’ them sounds f’r me love,” he mumbles as he starts to hump your bed. his dick was painfully hard by now and he needed to feel some relief.

you gasp and writhe and whine, grabbing his arm to feel something between your hands. “please simon,” you cry out with your back arching off the mattress. “i wanna—“ he shuts you up with a kiss.

“i know what ya want.” and exactly that is the moment your orgasm ripples through you. a dragged out moan leaves your mouth and your fingernails bore into the flesh of his arms. “j’st like that,” simon coos, carefully removing his hand from your cunt.

you gasp for air as you come down from your high, still not 100% sure if this was real; because it didn’t feel like it. you release simon’s arms from your grip, swallowing when you saw the marks you left.

in the meanwhile simon fully undressed himself, his painfully hard cock finally getting set free. he looked at you and a smirk tugged at his lips when he noticed you staring. he tugged at his cock before he crawled back onto the bed to hover about you.

you look up at him, unsure of what to do. it’s been probably years since you’ve last had sex. it wasn’t that much of a regular thing in your life.

“ya ready?” he asks you after he connects your lips in a gentle kiss. you nod and he carefully starts to open your legs further. “i’ll be gentle, yea?”

simon’s hands caress your thighs before he aligns his cock with your entrance and trains his eyes on you as he starts to push himself inside.

your mouth falls open and your hands find their way back to grip onto his arms. a tear slips past your eye and a loud moan drags past your lips. “simon—oh my god!”

he grunts, doing his best to hold himself back from restlessly pounding into you. he didn’t want to hurt you. “no god ‘ere love. only me.” he bends down to kiss you and one of his hands starts to stimulate your clit again.

when he fully bottomed out it took all of his self control to not come immediately. he’s dreamed of this for months, years even and not it was finally happening.

“takin’ me s’good,” simon whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his hips back, making you whine before he pushes them forward again, pulling another moan out of you. “this pussy was made for me, huh.” a cocky grin was on his face.

you nod and babble, too overwhelmed by that pleasure that was so unknown to you. “wanna be good for you,” you cry, clutching his arm with your hands. “please simon.”

he starts to trail kisses down your throat while he keeps his thrusts in a steady rhythm. he felt his orgasm building but he wouldn’t come before you didn’t. this wasn’t about him and his pleasure, this was about you.

you moan, “oh—oh—“ when you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. “i’m gonna come simon,” your voice trembles.

“i know,” he grits out as he fastens his thrusts and keeps stimulation your clit. the way you were clenching around him had him seeing stars. you were so close.

and then he pushes you over the cliff, your orgasm rippling through you with a force you didn’t know as possible. your vision fades to black and your mouth falls open as simon fucks you through your orgasm.

he’s trying his best to keep his composure when you clench around him, almost milking him but he pushes through, managing a couple sloppy thrusts before he comes with a deep moan, fully burying himself inside you.

his eyes are closed as he tries to take a deep breath, a faint ‘i love you’ leaving his lips.

(i’m sorry the end is like that. i’m terrible at endings🧍🏼. i didn’t know how to properly cut this😭)

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versethetic · 2 months ago

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Hi ^^

So I've been affirming and persisting very consistently for 3 weeks to wake up in the Void-State. I always tell myself that it's already done and that I am just affirming because I am so happy to remind myself of what I already have.

The only moment of wavering in my thoughts is right now to write this, which I will flip in my mind once I am done writing. I also really haven't been stressing myself over affirming ALL the time, knowing I already have it, but it's getting harder to do so.

The thing is, in my thoughts, everything is already done, I've been fully living in the end, but now after 3 weeks of my 3D not visibly conforming to my 4D, it keeps getting harder to not think "where the fuck is it, why is my 3D taking so long when I always assumed it to be quick and easy to manifest"

So yea, I know the only real answer is to keep persisting, but it would be nice to hear your thoughts on this, just to get some kind of feedback even if it's not from my 3D

(I know not to look for confirmation from a dead mirror, but it's been 3 weeks, and I am just human after all... just gimme SOMETHING to hold onto, so I don't have a meltdown 😭)

i know having another person’s words can be very helpful, but in this scenario willpower will get you incredibly far. finding the strength in yourself to push past this state can do more then what any blog can do.

emotions are completely valid, feel them, it’s ok to doubt it, it’s ok to have that feeling of wondering where it is as long as you get right back on track.

you know what to do, don’t let one day of feeling bad make you revive an old dead story.

i’ll reiterate this as many times as necessary. the 3d means nothing to you. it’s not the 3d you’re changing, it’s your state of mind.

brazen impudence is what you must show. time doesn’t matter when everything is instant and now. 3 weeks? you’ve always woken up in the void state. why count how long it’s been since you haven’t gotten in… if you’ve gotten in…🤨

you know not to determine success from an old mirror so don’t. do whatever you need to feel better, affirm mindlessly if it helps. don’t affirm at all unless you think about it if it helps. take your mind off of it if it helps. then when you find yourself more settled and calm, slowly remind yourself that you’ve already done it.

choose the reality of you waking up in the void over and over. because that is your reality now. let the 3d wash out the old story and remain confident that it has no choice but to conform. it WILL mimic your mind for you. don’t think against what you want.

it’s done, your journey is over. let loassum be fun and fresh. if it stresses you out, take a break from worrying over it, even for a couple hours.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Twenty: The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) Word Count: 2,060 Warnings: fluff, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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As always, I went to Steve’s house for the night after dropping Dustin off back home. I had changed into my pajamas when I got to his house.

Standing at the bathroom sink now, I was brushing my teeth when I watched Steve come into view, wrapping his arms around my middle before resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Yes?” I mumbled, mouth full of toothpaste.

“Can’t I just watch my beautiful girlfriend brush her teeth?” he asked.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, continuing my brushing. Once I felt my teeth were cleaned enough, I leaned forward to spit the foam from my mouth before rinsing, Steve brushing his when I moved out of the way.

When he was through, we walked back to his room, where we crawled into bed. I sighed, placing my head on his chest. “I’m so tired.” I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Steve?”

His eyes were closed, mouth slightly ajar, light snores coming from him. I smiled a little to myself, placing my head back down on his chest, closing my own eyes and falling fast asleep.

~~~

I didn’t need to rush to get dressed and back to the house since Steve followed me and Dustin back home last night, where I dropped off our mom’s car before getting into Steve’s. I went with Steve to the mall so that he could open the store, Robin coming in a few minutes later.

Dustin also came back to Scoops. I guess he biked his way here. What confused me about seeing Dustin was the fact that he had his binoculars with him. I mean… what? He’d asked me to come with him and Steve on a stakeout, looking for a Russian dude.

“This is stupid,” I said, squatting behind a plant by the Chinese place in the food court. Looking back at it for a moment before turning my sights back to Steve and Dustin, I whined, “This is making me hungry!”

Ignoring me, Dustin asked Steve, “You see anything?”

“Uh, I guess I don’t totally know what I’m looking for,” Steve said, looking around through the binoculars.

“Evil Russians,” Dustin said matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, exactly, I don’t know what an evil Russian looks like.”

“Tall, blond, not smiling.”

“Mhmmm,” I said, sitting on my knees between them. “Look for earpieces, too.”

“Camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing,” Dustin added.

“Right, okay, duffel bags,” Steve noted, still looking through those damn binoculars for a moment before he whispered, “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Baby, look at this.”

He handed me the binoculars, the neck strap still around his neck as I put them to my face and said, “Oh, my gosh.”

“What?” Dustin asked.

“Anna Jacobi’s talking to that freaking meathead Mark Lewinsky,” I said.

“Liv, if you’re not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars.”

“Whatever fucking happened to damn standards?”

“Lewinsky never even came off the bench,” Steve added.

“You two are the worst spies in history, ya’know that?” Dustin said.

I was watching Lewinsky miming a shot for a basket when the binoculars were pulled from my hands, Steve saying, “Stop. Hey, stop.”

“Besides, I don’t even get why you’re looking for girls,” Dustin said. “You’ve got one right beside you.”

“Thanks, Dustin,” I deadpanned.

“Your sister just so happens to be in the ballpark of where my type is,” Steve said.

“Oh, you mean, funny, anti-social, clumsy, bit of a bitch at times–”

“You’re not–”

“Awww, thanks,” I said, sarcastically.

Gesturing towards me, Steve said, “Sarcastic.”

“Will you two get a room?” Dustin asked. “But, now that you’re both out of high school, which means you’re both technically adults, don’t you think it’s time you both moved on from the primitive construct such as popularity?”

“Oh, primitive constructs?” Steve said. “That some stupid shit you learned at Camp… Know… Nothing?”

“Camp Know Where, actually,” Dustin said. “And, no, it’s shit I learned from life.”

“You telling Steve to stop caring about his popularity is like telling me to quit graphic tees and Converses,” I said. “It just won’t happen. You can’t fix something that isn’t broken.”

“Yeah, uh-huh. Liv, instead of dating somebody you think is gonna make you cooler, why not date someone you actually like being around?”

I opened my mouth in shock. “You little asshole! I do like being around Steve!”

“I was using that as an example.”

“Oh.”

“Like me and Suzie.”

“Oh, Suzie,” Steve and I said. “You mean, hotter than Phoebe Cates.”

“Yeah, that Suzie,” Steve continued. “And, uh, let’s think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that’s how this works, Henderson.”

I looked at him like please, continue.

“I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, pea-brain.”

“Watch it, Harrington,” I said. “No one calls him names except for me.”

~~~

Dustin was still trying to find his evil Russian, so I decided to treat myself to the Chinese food behind us. I had just walked back to him and Steve when he said, “Target acquired.”

“Where?” Steve asked, taking the takeout box from my hand.

“Hey!” I exclaimed as he took a bite of my chow mein.

“Ten o’clock, Sam Goody’s,” Dustin said.

“Give me that,” Steve said, taking Dustin’s binoculars. “Shit. Duffel bag.”

I looked around, seeing the person they acquired. Snickering, I said, “Oh, no.”

They looked at each other, both saying, “Evil Russian,” before they both stood up, Steve grabbing my elbow gently to guide me along.

We climbed the escalators, people dodging us as I said, “Excuse us. Sorry.” When we made it to the landing, Steve tried booking it to stay as close as possible to this dude, dodging in between crowds of people.

“Babe, slow down,” I said, taking a small bite of food.

“We’re losing him,” Steve said.

“You’re getting too close,” Dustin said.

Since I had looked down at my noodles to take another bite, I felt myself being moved out of the way, a “Watch it, dickwad,” following.

The guy went to turn around as Steve turned me in front of a plant, kissing me as he did so. It was just a simple kiss, but I wanted it to last longer than what it did. He turned his head away from me as he said, “We’ll finish that later,” before grabbing my hand to pull me along behind him and Dustin.

We hid behind a mall map, a smile on my face as I was finally able to get to eat some of my food. I stood next to them, watching the dude walk into the Jazzercise store, a small grin on my face as he did so.

“Alright, everyone, listen up!” the guy said, unzipping his duffle bag, revealing a boom box. “I just have one question for you.” He took off his sunglasses before dragging the big box out of the bag, asking, “Who… is ready to sweat?”, the women in the store cheering.

“That’s right! Okay, let’s start it nice and easy,” the guy added, taking off his black windbreaker jacket.

I looked over at the boys, trying not to laugh as they looked at the ladies doing Jazzercise; Steve gawking, and Dustin looking horrified.

My little brother looked at me, asking, “You find this amusing?”

“Heck yes! You two were tailing a Jazzercise instructor,” I chuckled.

“Wait, you knew?”

I nodded, chewing my bite of food. “I took a few classes when the mall first opened.”

Steve turned his head towards my direction, my eyes shifting up to meet his. “And you didn’t tell me?”

I shrugged. “You were working.” I took my last bite of food as I turned back in the direction we came, heading back to Scoops, the two of them having a conversation as we walked back.

Once we actually made it back, Steve said, “Yo, Robin, you’re not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian.”

“You did, too,” Dustin said.

“No, I did not.”

Robin ran in between me and Dustin, an “excuse me, Liv,” coming from her as she did.

Curious, I ran after her, wanting to know if everything was okay. When I saw her in the middle of the food court, I said, “Robin, you okay?”

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“I cracked it,” she said.

“Cracked what?”

She hoped down from her stand on the ledge. “I cracked the code.”

I was so freaking happy, I squealed and gave her a hug, pulling away as I laughed. “I can’t believe you did it!”

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I looked over at Steve, raincoat on my back with the hood on my head. “I’m going to murder you.”

“Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes,” Robin said over the rain.

I watched Steve push his hair back some out of his face, wet in all its glory. “You look good wet,” I whispered.

Have I ever been turned on by Steve? Yes. Have I or we done anything about it? Partially. Seeing Steve wet from the rain was doing things to me that I didn’t want to act upon with Dustin sitting next to him.

“They’re with that whistling guy, ten o’clock,” Dustin said. He was looking through his binoculars.

Turning my head to look away from my handsomely good-looking boyfriend, I saw a couple boxes with a panda on it. The same panda that was on my takeout box from earlier.

“What do you think’s in there?” Steve asked.

“Guns, bombs,” Dustin and I said.

“Chemical weapons?” Robin added.

“Whatever it is, they’re armed to the teeth,” Dustin said.

I winced and moved closer to Steve as a loud thunderclap sounded above us, watching as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers before putting his arm around me as he said, “Great. That’s great.”

Two doors opened, a shit ton more boxes being shown.

“Hey,” Robin said. “What’s in there?”

“It’s just more boxes,” Dustin said.

I felt Steve move as he said, “Let me check it out.”

“No, I’m still looking.”

I guess they were fighting over the binoculars as Steve said, “Lemme see it,” before he stood slightly, Dustin saying, “Hang on!” before a very loud thud sounded.

Not wanting to get caught, I quickly turned around, pressing my back to the top of the building, the back of my head against the ledge we were just leaning on.

Both of my hands were being held; my left by Steve, and my right by Robin.

“We need to get off this roof before we die,” I said, turning my head back and forth to Steve and Robin.

We quietly went to the roof access door, surprisingly opening it quietly before heading down the steps, somehow dodging the Russian.

Walking down the hallway, Robin said, “Well, I think we found your Russians.”

~~~

When Steve and I got back to his house, we took a shower… together. There wasn’t anything sexual about it, more… intimate and romantic, I guess would be the words. We took turns washing each other’s hair before I washed his chest and back, letting him wash his own legs. I turned around so that he could wash my back before he let me wash my own legs.

When we were both done, we dried off and got dressed before we started brushing our teeth. Grabbing my brush, I went to start brushing my hair, but Steve stopped me, grabbing the brush from my hand and doing it for me.

“Wow, Harrington,” I mused. “This is a different side of you I’ve never seen before.”

“What?” he asked.

“All… domestic and shit.” I smiled. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“A side for only you to see.” He kissed my shoulder, continuing the strokes on my hair.

We stayed up for a little while longer to let my hair fully dry. I was reading a book when I noticed Steve looking at me from the corner of my eye. Turning to look at him, I asked, “What?”

Putting his own book down, he looked at me after removing his glasses and said in the softest voice, “Read to me.”

I smiled as I turned my back to him a little, relaxing on his side, his arm around me. As I started reading, I couldn’t help but feel that four letter word even more.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 11 months ago

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What You Need

A/N: too many au fantasy fics where Jordan is the fine ass neighborhood weedman consume me lately. Someone help! 😭 Also, I hope its clear when I refer to J as they or he and she. They when I or a character is vaguely talking about them in general; he or she to help differentiate between their ability to transition or whoever your being intimate with at the time. I hope that makes sense. Just wanted to put my own flavor on my stories but still respect the proper pronouns. I'd love feedback on my Jordan li fics. And please remember, these fics can take a long time to write so pretty please don't flag them as your content consumption is your responsibility. Anyway enjoy!

I step out my brand new stark white BMW, rolling my narrowed eyes as I scan the immediate vicinity. Not payin no mind to the group of dudes starin my way a few cars down, I realize Jordans ass aint nowhere to be found. Too many times over the years of em bein my connect, this mf done made me walk up them damn rickety stairs to grab my sack when they lyin ass specifically promised to be in the lot.

I'm already inna rush to get to my date with Dre. That's why was tryna get a little relaxation; I really didn't wanna show up all tense and hit him with all this attitude at once. A little me time to calm my nerves would do my ass some good after this nightmarish day. And maybe if the date goes well enough, Andre could gimme a hand with that too. Though its impossible to deny if the plug wasn't such a fuck boy, I'd be tryin to give them this work instead. But in no way am I finna compete with any of the hoes on their team.

Bending to reach into my ride, I snatch my cell from the cup holder and slam my car door. My nails click clack across the screen as I text Jordan. I'm already teetering on the edge of insanity so I'm not in the mood to be late or deal with their cocky ass attitude. This was so not supposed to be one of my usual pick ups that lasted over half an hour cause of their antics.

Me: you told me you'd be in the lot when I pulled up.

Not more than 10 seconds go by before I get a response.

This Fuckin Guy: my bad cutie, jus cum up here.

Me: i already let you know I had plans and to be down here this time.

This Fuckin Guy: ik but I had to serve last min. damn.

I roll my eyes as I read the word 'serve'. Yeah, they probably up there servin some lil bitch on her back. For some reason that thought got me on 10.

Me: cus you always wastin my time boy. but fine, i'm comin up.

Me: and my shit better be ready too.

This Fuckin Guy: whatchu need again?

This Fuckin Guy: nvm, Daddy knows exactly what you need..

This Fuckin Guy:

Nibbling my bottom lip softly, I stare at the pic of they fine ass way longer than I'd ever admit to em. Fuck, they just don't realize how many times I've woken up from random scenes of them starin at me like that before diggin me out. Panties and sheets be so fuckin drenched with my juices when I slid my fingers between my lower lips and replayed em back in my mind over and over.

It's so fuckin Jordan to be on standby waitin for some snarky ass remark back, I'm sure of it. But I dont give them the satisfaction, continuing to climb the stairs carefully in my dainty heels.

And I'm absolutely proud of the way I ignore the pounding and slick building between my thighs as I head up the last step and briskly walk to Jordan's apt. Damn I feel a bit pathetic from gettin so horny from a photo that wasn't even a shirtless, nude or dick pic.

I don't even get a chance to knock on the door as an attractive slim blonde with a messy bun and black skin tight leggings opens it. Her expression a bit shocked at first as we briefly stare at each other before she gives me a small smile and quickly walks towards the staircase. Of fuckin course they have some damn bimbo on her way out as I'm coming up. Typical fuckin Jordan. Can't even deny the girl was kinda bad though; that lil fact gone get Jordan popped fa sho.

"Really? Tryna fuck me right after you jus slid in sumn? Nasty ass.." I throw insults at them as soon as I step inside, slamming the door in hopes the lil hoe hears.

"Fuck you on about now?" Jordan's voice is bored from her spot on the couch as she rolls up, not even bothering to look my way.

"I'm speakin on the fact that you tryna hit right now but you got some broad leavin as I'm comin up. Like, the fuck?"

These hands rated E for everyone and they know that. I put a hand on my curvy hip and stare em down. Smoke is finna start steamin out my ears at Jordan's nonchalant behavior. Walkin up to the couch I flop down on the opposite side, full lips pressed into a thin line. Unfortunately my gaze melts more into eye fucking than the daggers I was jus hittin em with as I notice how attractive they are, so damn focused rollin the perfect blunt.

"I ain't fuck her." Tone of voice resembling one to use with a child; clearly she think I'm playin.

I follow the line the tip of her tongue makes as she finishes rolling the blunt. Damn, how I need to feel them doing that allover my fuckin body. I pray Jo ain't got super senses too, like I would just die inside if she could actually smell how wet I was for them right now.

"That right? Then why shawty hair was messy? And why you lookin relaxed as fuck, like you just took a load off? Talkin bout literally.."

"Ion know.. Why you ain't ask her? Told you, I had a order. And maybe I'm calm cause I'm always chill. You needa relax too, princess. Let's smoke."

Always tryna smoke ass; not sure how there's ever any left for them to sell. I roll my eyes at her slick ass, leaning back and folding my arms. Jordan finally looks up at me, dark brown eyes trailin down my frame slowly as she openly ogles my fit.

"Spark it then. But I can't stay long. I told you: I got plans tonight."

"Yeah, you said that. But you ain't say what you got planned the night."

"Cause that's nun ya concern-" my mouth is quick to slam shut at the penetrating stare I get before I can finish my thought.

I've seen that look before; would kill for a view of it while Jordan digs me out actually. (I almost whimper out loud as I envision just that. ) My attitude is immediately extinguished as she checks me without a sayin a fuckin word. She holds my gaze for a few seconds before casting her gaze back down, givin the blunt one last light lick. Clearly amused and feelin triumphant with how I'm put in my place, she openly grins. The silence only lasts half a minute be I speak again.

"Gotta date tonight." I say quietly, absolutely hating myself for how weak my voice comes out.

I expect another death stare but only receive a frown and flared nostrils as Jordan continues to look down. And then more silence. So I speak up again.

"You mad?" Tone a bit stronger this time.

That gets me someneye contact.

"The fuck you think?"

"Well, you shouldn't be since you just-"

"Why you so worried if I'm fuckin when you clearly tryna get ran through tonight?"

The question is like a whip across the face. My cheeks heat as shame flushes through me. My mouth open and closes a few times, struggling to respond. Jordan waits for my response with a confident smirk, transitioning before pulling in a big hit.

"I'm not- I.. That's not why-"

I'm interrupted as he leans over to my side of the couch, grabbing my neck and pulling me in. Sexy ass taking advantage of my lips parting in shock at his grip to blow smoke into my mouth. I take it in without a thought, immediately becoming pliant for him as I inhale. It feels so fucking intimate I want more in an instant.

"Who's the date with?" His fine ass asks me softly, hand still lightly grasping my throat. His thumb rubs my skin there lightly as he takes this moment to assess my fit again.

"Andre." I answer on an exhale, mesmerized by the way he licks at his pretty pink bottom lip.

That makes him pop his gaze back to me, his hold a bit firmer as he reconnects with my y/e/c eyes.

"You not fuckin goin, ma. We clear."

"We're clear."

My response is instantaneous and I have no idea who've I've become in this moment. What I am painfully aware is that he's gettin hard, silver basketball shorts doin nothing to hide his yummy fuckin girth.

Clearly my pussy is way more interested in gettin piped by Jordan than Dre; our close proximity has my desperate empty cunt clenching nonstop. I feel like I'll combust if they don't touch me soon.

"What a good fuckin girl you can be. Who knew?"

The praise has the softest of sounds bubbling from my lips as he takes a longer drag, leanin forward to give me another hit. Since this one's bigger, it has my mind a bit hazy as I exhale. I close my eyes, arms droppin to my lap as I enjoy the high and his big palms wrapped around my neck. A shiver of arousal runs through my frame as he moves to whisper at my ear.

"You like when I tell you how good you are for me? Cause you are honey." I moan an affirming 'mm hm' as Jordan licks and kisses at the sensitive spot behind my lobe. "In fact, can fuck my good girl like she need. Is that what you want? Huh? Itchin for Daddy to slide in them guts? I can.. And I will princess. Gonna get that lil pussy creamin round my cock in no time."

I should be shamed in how my head nods rapidly without my permission, mouth opening to say yes but moaning like a whore instead. I'm completely in shambles, loving the way my welcoming high enhances my craving for his cock.

"Lay back then. Show me how pretty that pussy is." He demands, releasing me and gesturing to the carpet with one hand as he takes a hit and sets the blunt down in the ashtray with the other.

Normally I would at least try to be sensual, make a show of it but I'm too tense right now. I don't even bother to undress as I lay on my back as quick as I can manage, swiftly slippin of my heels and throwing them aside. I'm so thankful for the access the deep slits my fit provides. I only need to spread my thighs and pull my salmon colored thong to the side.

"Damn that lil kitty.. So beautiful, look how she flutters at me baby. Think she want Daddy to come play in it."

Those dirty words make me hungry; fuckin pulsating at how he talks to me. I watch lustfully at the way Jordan stands and strips to his snug black boxer briefs. He smiles at me like he knows something I don't. Get goosebumps from how he stares down at me like he wants to wreck me.

I'm salivating when he pulls his long cock out through the opening and starts shows off. He strokes from tip to the base slowly, starin between my legs like hes inna trance. Dark brown eyes intently focused on the way wetness starts to stream from my slit to my juicy brown ass. I'm so jealous of the way he milks drops of precum on every upward stroke, consistent little grunts of pleasure spilling from him; I want that pleasure.

"Come on Daddy, I'm so ready for it." I goad him.

"Mmm. Fuckin lil slut for me know that?" He groans as he gets on his knees between my legs.

"Yeeees, I knooow." I moan out to his fine ass. "Wish you'd do somethin bout it already."

Grippin the base of his dick, he swipes back and forth through the excess moisture leakin from my slit while grabbing the blunt to take another hit.

"Aight, bet. Legs: shoulders."

I stall for just a moment at his simple request before obeying, setting an ankle at each of his shoulders slowly. My tummy clenches at the thought of the deep fuck I'm about to receive.

Jordan grunts lowly, slidin through once more before slappin my clit thrice with his twitching length. My wails are fuckin thunderous, dramatic ass fuck as an intense sensation swirls in my pulsing cunt. Too damn sensitive, soggy little button throbbing ferociously, I miss the descent of his cock to my drenched hole as the sensations flow throughout my overwhelmed frame.

"Damn you so noisy, baby. Ooooh fuck, Daddy gone enjoy this shit."

He moves forward, tip of his dick pushing at my opening as I groan in absolute peril at his thickness. Gripping and yanking at the plush carpet, breath punching out as his mean ass pulls back and thrusts into me sharply. The deep rumbling moan in his chest has a warmth lickin up my spine as my lil puss struggles to strangle the first few inches of his fat cock.

"Waitwaitwait. Pleeease Jo, please! Sobig, too much. Juswait, juswait.." I whine, releasing the carpet to slap and push at his toned chest and abs.

"No." Jordan snaps, snatching my wrists together and bringing the blunt back to his lips with his free hand.

"Do what you need to take this dick cept that. Do that shit again and it's up." He says, thick smoke billowing from his nose as he gazes at me ferally.

His pace to start is fuckin lethal. I'm already cock drunk when he pulls out and stabs in half way repeatedly, hastily dropping the blunt back in the ashtray. My toes curl at the feeling of him fucking me so roughly. Each thrust gives way for the next, helps make me even slicker so he can slide in further. It's happening too quick, he's digging me out faster than I can breathe. My freshly waxed eyebrows pull together as I yank at his grip on my wrists.

"Oooh shit, that feels sooo good. Yeeees, y/n. Can't believe I'm in these guts. Mmmmfuck, don't fight it. You wanted this shit, right?" He asks, serving me powerful precise jabs.

I realize now that my lids are shut tight, eyes rolled back; my mouth open wide as I sob at the intense fucking I'm receiving. For the sake of satisfying him I offer two jerky nods to his question, pussy walls fluctuating sporadically around his prick.

"Not even in all th-the way. Gone let me all the way inside ma?"

I wish I could've stopped the involuntary 'nooooo' that I moan but at this point my brain is becoming mush. It should be illegal for how fast Jordans reduced me to an incoherent mess.

"Ahhhhh y/n, thas not nice. Why you so mean to me all the time?"

Jordan's teasing damn near falls on deaf ears as he takes my right ankle and adds it with the other. Freeing my wrists he places a thumb on my clit and rubs quickly, holding both legs over his left shoulder. My hands quickly find their place back into the carpet, yanking handfuls as he sadistically unravels me with pure amusement on his face.

It's a surprise I don't deafen us both with the shrieks being forced from me. His frenzied pace increases as he spears me over and over, staring intently at the way I take his cock. My orgasm is so dangerously fuckin close to the surface and I hope he's ready.

"Oooh my go- shit! Ain't neva had a pussy so tight, so fuckin weeeet round my shit. Gone let me keep her all to myself? Huh ma?"

"Yesyesyesyes!"

My crazed chants is the best I can do at this moment as he molds the shape of his dick to my walls. Overwhelmed and overstimulated would be an understatement; finna have me gushin his dick in under 5 and that's a fuckin record for me.

"Good giirrrl, pretty. Ah, ah, this- aahhh God.. This my pussy now y/n. You mine now. Got it?"

Fuck me all these questions don't help my scrambled mind. This a fuckin quiz or something? My response is a garbled jumbled mess of high pitched keens.

"I said do you fuckin understand?" He growls out with one brow raised, passionately drilling my pussy faster.

"YesJo, yeeees! 'M sorry, 'm sorry. SosorryDaddy- please!" I keen in hopes of some type of mercy.

But I get none. Tears track done my cheeks like a heavy rain on a stormy night from being subjugated to this all-consuming pleasure.

"Awww, you look so cute when you cry on my dick baby. Thas it, take it just like that for me. Uhhhfuck, gonna give my perfect princess a big ass nut. Know you want it too y/n; gonna make you leak wit it."

Thanks to his persistence he actually slides into the hilt. I wonder if he can see his long fat cock in my tummy. He's so fuckin big that I wouldn't be surprised. A chuckle reaches my ears as I feel the dam about to burst.

"Mmmm.. Naw ma, wish I could see my fuckin dick in ya tummy-"

Christ, I didn't even know I was voicing my fried ass thoughts. Such a fuckin shame it's at that moment I come and unfortunately miss the rest of his sentence. My cunt compresses the dick that's hell bent on unraveling me from the inside out. The pleasure spikes and my back arches as I fight to accept it. I shake like a leaf as he fucks me fiercely, fingers speeding on my beating little button. A clear stream splatters against his lower body as he praises my efforts.

"Did so good for meeeee, ah ah ah fuck! Mmm, hell yeah y/n! Pleeease gimme my reward! Earned it didn't I? Need it so bad, so fuckin bad! Cuuum baby! Good girl, good girl! GOOD. FUCKIN GIRL!"

I give him two more squirts as he punctuates his words with searingly deep stabs before a heavy warmth blooms in my achy abused little puss. Fuck me, the sensation of Jordan filling my cunt like he owns me is addicting; so damn soothing to the battering I just received. Almost feels like a soothing balm applied to a sore limb. And God damn if he ain't so damn loud as he comes to his end, complementing my poor over used lil puss over and over.

He ceases rubbing my clit to grip both of my legs in a bear hug and creampie me till his nut begins to leak out generously from around his dick. Daddy leaves kisses up and down my calves and legs as he roars out the last of his pleasure. Wish I could snap a pic of the way he tosses his head back before dropping it forward, puffing out heavy grunts of my name; his hips giving stuttering circles as he drains the last bit of his cream into me.

Finally, I'm able to gulp in some air as he hips halt their sweet torture, both of us huffing like we just finished a marathon. Jordan sits back on his haunches, palms sliding down to pull my ass into his lap with both hands. He stays just like that, big dick slowly beginning to soften within me. Daddy looks so fuckin handsome: so damn flushed and sweaty, long damp strands of hair fall into his face; pretty eyes low from smoking and all the work he just put in as he gazes at me with a endearing expression. I press a shaky hand to his chest, feeling his heart race just as fast as mine.

"Get what you need, ma?" He asks, smile dazzling the fuck outta me.

"Yes Daddy."

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triplexdoublex · 11 months ago

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Truly, Madly, Deeply

Pairing: Derek Smith (Modsun) x reader

Warnings/ tags: fluffy smut, pinning down by wrists, mentions of a possible future pregnancy/children.

A/N: 3,253 words! I’m absolutely in love with how this turned out. Based off a dream I had. Hopefully, other people besides my old ass catch the reference at the end. Enjoy! Gimme all the Feedback!!!

With hugging, cuddling, chaste kisses and exchanging ‘I love yous’, it’s safe to say the line between friends and lovers is definitely blurred when it comes to you and Derek. In your heart of hearts the line no longer exists for you; you’ve fallen head over heels IN-LOVE with your best friend. You can only hope he feels the same way.

And while you’ve always found Derek attractive throughout his ever changing style, his latest look made it even harder for you to keep your eyes off him. His once blonde hair now dark as a Raven, with a matching mustache , makes his ocean eyes appear a more vibrant tropical blue. He looked like a dark tempting mystery you were dying to solve.

After torturing yourself over the ‘should I’s’ and ‘what if’s’ of confessing your true feelings for Derek, you decide to confide in his best friend Colson and get his opinion on it.

“I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual,” he assures you. “I see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching, the boys smitten.”

*************

Armed with all the bravery you can muster up and Colson’s assurance from the previous day, you decide today's the day you're going to tell Derek the way you really feel. You should be nervous right now but it's hard to feel anything negative when you’re already laying in the grass at the skatepark with the man of your dreams, your head using Derek’s unshaven chest —also part of his new edgier look— as a pillow, while you watch the clouds roll by.

“That one looks like a heart,” you point out. “Your turn.”

“Ok, ummmm.. ooh that one looks like Genesha!”

“Like the Hindu God on your back tattoo? I’m not seeing it,” you say quizzically.

“Right there,” he points, “That big fluffy part uptop is like the elephant ears and head, and all the thin wispy cirrus clouds below it are the trunk and its multiple arms.”

“Looks more like an octopus or jellyfish to me,” you shrug. “But I always love the creative things your brilliant mind comes up with when we do this together.”

Then suddenly you remember when Derek first got his Ganesha tattoo, and how he explained how it symbolizes the removal of obstacles and new beginnings. ‘This is it! This is a sign!’ You think to yourself ‘Now’s the time!’

“Derek, I need to tell you something.” You state, switching your position onto your stomach and elbows next to him.

“Of course, what is it?” He questions, half sitting up resting back on his forearms.

“I love you!” You blurt out.

“Ok… I love you too, you know that.” He sounds confused.

“No..” You take a big breath. “Like I’m IN LOVE with you, I wanna be with you…” You let your words hang in the air as you patiently wait for Derek to hopefully say he’s in love with you too.

But all he finally says is “OH.”

Your stomach sinks and you swallow hard. “I was hoping you feel the same way??” You prompt him.

“Y/N… I-I don’t think it’s a good idea, I cherish our friendship and I don’t want anything to potentially ruin it.”

“Derek, I cherish our friendship too, and I get your concern but we could make it work, I know we could. We’ll always be best friends no matter what. We have an unbreakable bond. Just tell me if you feel the same —“

“Y/N, I already told you how I feel,” he quickly gets up and grabs his skateboard and heads to the half pipe without another word.

You walk over to a shady spot under the pavilion and pull out your phone to text Colson.

Y/N: Thx a lot, the feeling is NOT mutual and I’m pretty sure Derek’s never gonna talk 2 me again now 😫

Colson: Derek’s literally textin me right now freakin out cuz he DOES feel the same way but he's scared to tell you and take things further cuz he’s terrified that if it doesn’t work out he’ll lose you forever, but now he’s worried that your mad at him and you guys are gonna be awkward around each other.

Y/N: Wait , seriously! He said that???

Colson: Yes! I told you! Do I know my boy or what?

Y/N: So now what do I do?

Colson: give him time. he needs to realize on his own it’ll work & he won’t lose you. act normal but flirty so he knows you’re still interested & not upset. i say he breaks by the end of the day!

Y/N: thx you’re the best! Shit, phone’s about to die

Right after you hit send your phone screen goes black. “Fuck,” you mumble to yourself looking around for a clock. You don’t see one but you do see another skater sitting nearby looking down at his phone, and you get up and walk over.

“Hey, you mind telling me the time? My phone just died.”

“Yeah, 2:13. But you sure you should be talking to me. I don’t want no drama with your boyfriend over there?”

“We’re not dating,” you roll your eyes at first but then smile to yourself realizing that even a stranger can see the chemistry you and Derek have.

“That’s what he said too when I asked him, but then when I asked if he minded if I shoot my shot he said ‘I'd prefer if you didn’t.’ So I was confused.”

“Oh reallllly,” you snicker to yourself, saving that tidbit of information for later, and instead calling out to Derek, who’s now grabbing a water from the vending machine “See even strangers think we’re dating!”

He responds by sticking his tongue out at you in true Derek fashion, his playful personality shining through. And that’s when you know you guys are gonna be okay.

The ride back to Derek’s is mostly quiet, but not awkward. You share the same comfortable silence you’re always able to with Derek. You’re the first to speak as the car approaches his street.

“Have I told you how much I like this new look on you?” You smile “Very mysterious,” you add in a mock deep voice.

“Yeah?” Derek laughs, pulling into his driveway.

“Yeah, you look a hott guy at a poetry slam, a sexy Gomez Addams, a handsome modern day Edgar Allen Poe, if you will.” You playfully compliment him as you both exit the car. “Ohhh and Johnny Depp!”

“You’re too much,” he cracks up, turning the key in the front door.

Once inside his bedroom Derek— still shirtless— sits on the bottom edge of his bed to kick off his shoes. It’s then that you take notice of the pink hue of his cheeks.

“I made you blush,” you tease in a sing-song voice, making your way over to him. “C’mon Derek, just admit you feel the same way I do, I already know you do, I just wanna hear you say it.” You step closer and into a wider stance, his legs now sandwiched between yours.

A warm, guilty smile spreads across his face; a smile that says everything he’s too scared to. But he’s almost there. You can feel it. You have to keep trying.

“Soooo Derek, if you won't admit you have feelings for me, then why’d you tell the guy at the skatepark that you ‘prefer he didn't shoot his shot’ at me, huh?”

His smile spreads and his blush deepens, but he still hasn’t said a word.

Time to up the ante.

“I know it’s hard to talk about feelings sometimes, so let’s talk about something different…” you smirk, pausing to lift your knees onto the bed; one on either side of Derek’s lap, officially straddling him. You lean forward and tuck a piece of dark hair behind his ear and whisper “Tell me Derek, do you ever wonder how it would feel to be inside me?”

Involuntarily, Derek lifts his hips, briefly grinding against you, already half hard.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” You giggle, rolling your hips against him as you pull your shirt up over your head and off.

The next thing you know, Derek’s lips are on your clavicle. Low grumbling moans escape him as he kisses a path up your neck, and over your jaw to your mouth. He gently cradles your face; thumbs by your ears and fingertips pressed to the nape of your neck. You part your lips for him; a silent invitation you pray his tongue RSVPs to.

It replies almost instantly, slipping in between your lips and over your teeth to the warm welcome of your own tongue. They dance and twirl in rhythm with your heavy breathing, as you both fall back onto the bed, with you on top.

Sure you’ve kissed Derek before, but nothing like this. This is far more intimate than friendly pecks hello and goodbye. This is a declaration of love written in calligraphy with his tongue. And even though his actions speak louder than words, a part of you still needs to hear him say it.

“Derek…” you pull back from a kiss, your hand gently pushing down on his chest.

“W-what’s wrong?” He sits up half way, on his elbows, and looks up at you confused and concerned.

“Derek,I’m sorry but I need to hear you actually say it before we take this any further. I need to know it’s true.”

Finally, Derek begins to speak; A endless river of rapidly flowing words: “What do you want me to say Y/N? That I’m in love with you, that I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met all those years ago at that party Colson threw, but that I never made a move because I respected the fact that you had a boyfriend at the time. And that by the time that relationship ended I had already dug myself so deep in the friendzone that I didn’t know how to claw myself back out, so all I could do was offer you a shoulder to cry on, because I didn’t want to compromise our friendship. That it was more important to me to have you in my life forever, than to take a chance at love and possibly lose you forever. That every relationship I’ve had since then has failed, because mentally all I do is compare them to you, and they’ll never be good enough. That at times I’ve kept my eyes closed during sex with other women so that I could picture you beneath me instead. So to answer your question — yes, I have wondered what it would feel like to be inside you. I’ve whispered your name as I climaxed alone thinking about it late at night when I can’t sleep. In fact every stain on my sheets is because of you. Or that I’ve mentally picked out your engagement ring; a one carat Marquis-cut Solitare because you like the simplicity, with a white gold band because you think yellow gold is dated and platinum is unnecessary because white gold looks just as good for half the price. That I’ve imagined your belly swollen with my children; boy/girl twins because they run in your family. And we would name them Melody and Lyric after your love of music —especially the 90’s—and the fact that you’ve had the names picked out since you were a child yourself. And lastly, but most importantly that I’m so grateful that you were braver than me and admitted your feelings for me today because I don’t know if I ever would have found the courage.” He finally takes a breath. “Is that what you wanted me to say?”

“Yes!” Your eyes brim with happy tears. “That’s all I wanted to hear you say and more.”

“Good, cuz it’s all true,” his smile reaches his eyes. “Now where were we?” He sits up fully, his mouth transforming into a smirk before finding your neck again.

He licks, sucks and nibbles the column of flesh while he explores your body. The feeling of his mouth and tongue on your neck sends a tingle through your whole body straight to your core. His hands swiftly roam over your bra, cupping your breasts before ascending down your sides to your hips, then finally, landing on your ass. He grips in tightly, moving you against him. His breath is warm and heavy against your flesh, as he enjoys the friction. Sliding his hands up from your ass to your back, he pauses momentarily to unhook your bra. You assist him in its removal, shrugging the straps off your shoulders and tossing it to the side.

“Fuck, they’re even more perfect in real life, than my fantasies,” he gasps, grabbing two handfuls before swiftly rolling you over so that he’s now on top— now in control.

The quick position change catches you by surprise and you let out a small playful shriek that makes Derek laugh as he pins your wrists above your head.

“I love you so much.” He kisses the words into your chest.

“I love you so much, too — Fuck…” you let out a ragged breath at the feeling of Derek taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He teases the tender nub with his teeth tugging gently, the arousing sensation causing you to squirm underneath him. Derek looks up, watching your face morph in pleasure: eyebrows knitted, lids closed, mouth open. He continues to suck and tease your breasts, really getting into it, when suddenly his mustache brushes against your sensitive nipple making you laugh.

Derek pauses a moment. “What’s so funny?”

“Your mustache—it tickles.”

“Yeah?.. .” he smirks. “I’ll show where else it tickles.” With his fingers hooked in the waistband of your leggings and panties, he quickly tugs you to the foot of the bed, pulling them down to your ankles in the process. You kick them off the rest of the way and Derek settles between your legs, wrapping an arm around each thigh before pulling you to his mouth. The instant his tongue and lips make contact with your wetness, all your breath leaves your body; and with the way he’s now begun a pulsating suction on your clit, you know your soul will be soon to follow. But the second your back arches off the bed and your legs begin to tremble, he pauses and switches things up, licking lazy circles around your clit. He selfishly wants to make this last.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper, collapsing back down against the bed. You let out a low moan as he slides two fingers inside you, working them in tandem with his tongue. It’s hard to describe the alluring yet slightly taboo feeling of his fingers—that you once only knew in a friendly manner: holding back your hair after one too many drinks or holding your hand while you've cried —are now inside of you on a journey to your peak. Each lick of his tongue and added friction of his mustache kindles a fire in your abdomen. Each curl of his fingers stokes the flame higher and hotter, until you're engulfed in the blaze of your orgasm. “F-uck— Derek, don’t stop!” You wail in ecstasy, reaching out to grab the back of his head as your legs clamp around the sides of his face. He works you through your orgasm, slowly and gently taming the inferno down to glowing embers.

Slowly, he begins kissing back up your torso, his bright blue eyes looking up at you through messy midnight stands. As he makes his way to your lips you can’t help but notice droplets of your arousal still clinging to the tips of his mustache like morning dew. You reach out and cup his face with both hands.

“Saving this for later?” You tease, swiping your thumbs over the residue on the dark hair of his upper lip, before pulling him in for a kiss.

Surprisingly turned on at the fact that you can still taste yourself on his tongue, you moan into the kiss as Derek fumbles with his belt and zipper. Once undone, you aid Derek in the removal of his pants and boxers, wrestling them off with your legs and feet while you continue to steal each other’s breath with your needy mouths.

With both your nude bodies pressed together, Derek reverses your positions, so he’s on the bottom but sitting upright with you perched on his lap.

“Ready?” he reaches down to graps himself, watching as he teases the head back and forth between your excited folds before guiding himself to your entrance. Both your bodies move in unison; him slowly pushing in as you sink down, then finally meeting at the hilt.

For a moment neither of you move, your eyes locked, joyful smiles spread across your face as you just take in everything that comes with being connected like this— the emotions, the sensation, the way he fits like he was molded just for you, the long awaited fantasies come to fruition. It all feels too good to be true, both you and Derek’s eyes well with happiness. A single tear rolls down your cheek and Derek thumbs it away, cradling your face.

“I love you, Y/N—,” his voice cracks “and I always will”

“I love you too, Derek I’ve waited for this for so long”

“Me too,” he smiles, pressing his forehead to yours.

Naturally, your bodies respond to one another and fall into rhythm— you rocking your hips in his lap as he gently thrusts, using your backside for leverage, pulling you in. Each following movement increases in speed and vigor until the meeting of your bodies is audible—although the sound of you chanting Derek’s name drowns it out.

“Derek, FUCK—!” You pant, as he marks up your neck. “DER—EK! Fuck you’ve got me so close!”

“Fuck, y/n, want you to ride me,” he moans breathily into your ear, pulling you down on top of him as he lays back. “Yeah, fuck, j-just like that” he grips your hips, as they rolls in waves against his pelvis.

“God, Derek, I’m so close!” You begin stirring your hips faster and faster until you feel your climax start to build.

“Me too.. Mmmhmm, Fuck, Cum for me!” He helps guide your movements when they falter and grow sloppy the closer you get to your peak.

And then it hits: a bolt of pleasure striking in your abdomen, sending tendrils of electricity buzzing through your body, as you cry out in ecstasy. The way your walls contract around him has him dangerously close as well.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He quickly rolls you both over and pulls out, pumping himself a few times before finishing on your stomach. “S-sorry…,” he starts, out of breath. “… couldn’t remember… if you were still taking … birth control or not?”

“I.. am.” You reply, equally out of breath.

“Ok good, lemme get you cleaned up.”

Derek retreats to the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth. He wipes his remnants from you, tosses the cloth in his laundry basket and lays down beside you. You scoot closer to him and place your head on his chest,tracing delicate circles through his chest hair, while you both silently bask in the post-sex afterglow.

“I wanna lay like this forever,” Derek breaks the silence.

“Until the sky falls down on me,” You agree with a smile.

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