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captainlunaxmen · 3 months ago

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First Sight

Dark!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

Here we are! Sorry for the wait, but I thought I had everything planned out and... I didn't, so I'm sorry I made you wait this long❤️❤️❤️

Let me know what you think, please, because this is my first time writing a dark fic, so feedback is highly encouraged in this case🙏🙏🙏

Summary: Y/n has been part of the Covey since she can remember, when her best friend Lucy Gray is chosen for the Hunger Games her world is threatened, she need to stay strong for her family. She's never been one to love attention. She never wants to draw too much anyway, gladly leaving the stage to her best friend, but she managed to catch someone's attention anyway. A young, ambitious man from the Capitol saw her for just a moment, but that was enough to make an obsession grow inside him.

Warnings: dark fic, obsession, harassment, smut, rape.

Tag list:

@7s3ven @wintersforest @tallulah477 @diannnnsss @that-one-person-blue @kemo19

"Are you sure you want to wear that?" Y/n asks her best friend as they get ready to, yet, another reaping day.

"Of course." Lucy Gray answers, simply as ever, "at least I'll look pretty when they say my name."

"If." Y/n reminds her, "if they say your name."

"After all that mess with Billy Taupe? Mayfair will surely ask her daddy to pull some strings." Lucy Gray slightly scoffs.

"Maybe not..."

"You're too optimistic sometimes." She smiles at her friends, fixing the colourful skirt down.

"I just don't want to think about the worst." Y/n replies, tightening the belt on her own dress.

"Better get used to it."

They share a look, one filled with hope yet resignation too. They smile at each other and walk hand in hand out their home to get to the town square for the annual reaping.

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They hold each other's hand until Lucy Gray's name is announced, and after a quick squeeze, she lets her friend's hand go to walk to the stage.

Y/n's breathing is heavy and frantic. She can't believe it, and when she notices Billy Taupe trying to talk to Lucy Gray, she has to contain herself from hitting him with a shoe... or two.

But her eyes are on her best friend walking up, and then she notices something in her hand. Y/n has to contain her laughter when Lucy Gray puts that something in Mayfair's dress. She can guess it was either a snake or a small lizard. Without much reaction to Mayfair's screams and the mayor's order to help his daughter Lucy Gray walk the stairs, but before she could get on, the mayor slaps her right in the face, making her fall Y/n's feet move on their own, she need to be blocked by a Peacekeeper to realise what was happening. She looks behind her to the rest of the Covey, scared and helpless. So the only thing that comes up to her mind is the only things that always help them all.

Music.

Y/n sings the first verse of one of their favourite songs, and when the other Covey follow Lucy Gray stands up and sings too.

She sends a sad smile to her family before walking away with Jessup and the Peacekeepers.

"Clear the square!" One of the Peacekeepers yells, and everyone starts to walk away to their own business.

"Let's go home." Y/n hugs Maude Ivory, and motion to the rest to follow her.

"Will we ever see her again?" CC asks.

"One thing about Lucy Gray is that she should never be underestimated." She replies, "So... she still hasn't sung her last song."

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Coriolanus Snow is a collected man. Whatever happens to him, he tries his best not to show any reaction to it. But he almost can't help the gasp after he saw the girl from 12. He noticed how she wanted to reach her friend after the mayor slapped her.

Some people would dare say it's love at first sight, Coriolanus doesn't exactly know what to believe, he never felt like that before, he feels like all he could do all day is think of her, just that and it would be almost enough for him... only having her would satisfy him properly.

But he can't risk it... he can't risk his winning for someone he only saw for mere seconds.

He needs to keep his eyes on the real goal.

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When he got home that day and talked to Tigris, he thought he left the girl in the back of her mind.

"I can't even imagine how her family must feel... that girl, did you see her?" Tigris asks, "her eyes when that man slapped Lucy Gray..."

"Yeah... she was ready to jump in and defend her." Coriolanus says casually, "she sang for her."

"I bet they sang a lot together... both of them got a beautiful voice." Tigris guesses, sadness evident in her voice.

"Beautiful indeed." Coriolanus whispers.

Now, his mind is back on her.

That nameless girl from 12. How did she manage to strike him like that? How she stepped out of line to reach her friend, how she sang for her. What was it?

"You okay, Coryo?" Tigris snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Who do you think she was?" He asks.

"Who?" Tigris is confused.

"That girl, the one who sang for Lucy Gray." He specifies.

"Oh... uhm.. I don't know. Her sister? Or maybe a friend, I don't know." She answers, still confused by her cousin's question. "Why do you want to know?"

"No reason." Coriolanus shakes his head, "Goodnight, Tigris."

Without waiting an answer he walks to his bedroom, gets ready for bed and lies on it with one thought in mind.

Surprisingly, not the Hunger Games.

No.

The nameless girl from 12.

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Y/n helped Maude Ivory carry the small television their neighbours landed them so they could keep up with the games and, most importantly, Lucy Gray.

"Remember you have to babysit their babies this week, okay?" Y/n tells the young girl as they plug the television in.

"Of course, are you going to sell your bread?"

"Yes, I left some dough to rise this morning. By tonight, it'll be ready to bake." She assures her.

"Is it on?" CC comes in followed by Tam Amber.

"I think... if I do this." Y/n hits the box hard, and suddenly the screen turns on.

"Careful!" Maude Ivory shouts.

"He told me it needs it sometimes. It's okay." Y/n waves her off as the screen finally shows some movements, still no sound, but it's still something.

"Who is that?" CC asks, as a man appears on the screen wearing a high-collared suit and gelled hair, "is he a clown?"

"Could be..." Y/n sighs.

"Where is he?" Tam Amber asks, getting closer.

"No idea... there are bars behind him... I think..." Y/n tries to answer, but the scene is not clear yet, so she hits the television again.

"Y/n!"

"See? Now it's better." Y/n nonchalantly says, "seems like a cage... wait..."

"There's people inside." CC notices, "are those the tributes?"

"Oh god... probably."

"Can you see Lucy Gray?" Tam Amber asks.

"There... I think she's the only one wearing so much colour." Muade Ivory points at a point in the back.

"Yes, that's her... who's that with her?" Y/n moves closer to the screen, "he looks too cleaned up to be a tribute."

"No idea." CC says.

The host notices them too and apparently asks them to get closer.

Y/n looks more attentively at the guy, inspecting him now closer to the camera, it's clear he's not from the districts.

"Could it be someone from the Capitol?" The little one suggests.

"He could be... but why is he in there?" Y/n sighs, frustrated, "damn it, why can't we hear anything?"

"Y/n! I'm so sorry!" Barb yells from the kitchen.

Y/n is immediately on her feet running to her.

"What happ-" she starts but stops as soon as she see the bowl with the dough she prepared on the floor, "how?"

"I was cleaning and I accidentally hit it. I'm so sorry." Barb Azure explains, apologising again.

"It's..." Y/n lets out a puff of air, "it's okay, I can still save some. Don't worry."

"I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, really." She immediately pick up what she can from the floor, "I can save some. We'll just sell a little less than usual, tomorrow I'll make more."

"I'm..."

"Don't, it's okay, I promise. Go see Lucy Gray on TV, c'mon." She nudges the girl and kneel down to clean, " go."

Y/n watches Barb Azure disappear in the other room, takes a deep breath and goes back to work.

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They managed with selling the bread, the milk, the occasional jewellery Y/n makes and the performance at the Hob to survive.

Y/n haven't been sleep well since Lucy Gray entered the Arena. She's glad Jessup and her managed to escape the toher tributes and found somewhere to hide. But Y/n can't help the anxiety devouring her everyday, she tries to ease the Covey, making them distracted with everything she could think of, but even singing and dancing isn't the same.

Y/n decided to forbid them from watching the games after Jill's, she thinks her name was, death and Reaper lined up the corpses of the others. She didn't want to risk them seeing Lucy Gray among them... she doesn't even know is she herself could.

But tonight Y/n feels like she needs to watch, she has to, for Lucy Gray, a way to be with her. She tries to spot her in the arena, and when the screen show Coral and Treech finding her in a air vent, Y/n stands immediately getting closer to the screen, and needs to hold in a scream when Coral manages to male her friend fall.

Out of her hiding space.

Back in the arena.

Suddenly a giant tank is lowered into the arena Y/n feels her breath stop. Nothing good could come out of there, nothing good comes from the Capitol.

The little girl from 8 get closer, thinking it's their signal they're going home, but unfortunately the tank breaks and thousands of colourful snakes creep out covering her small figure, most likely killing her.

They all run, run to a higher ground, the boy from 4 falls and the snakes caught up with him.

Lucy Gray and Coral run, while Reaper lets the snake take him.

Y/n holds her breath as she watches Coral say something to Lucy Gray, unfortunately they never managed to fix the sound so she can't hear them, but she can understand when Coral is dead, as the snakes tie themselves around her.

That leaves Lucy Gray the last one... she's won.

"What..."

Why aren't they letting her out? Usually they stop once there's only one left.

Lucy Gray keeps backing away from the snakes, and Y/n can see her mouth moving, she doesn't hear, but she can guess she's singing. Usually snakes there in 12 like music, maybe she's trying it with the Capitol's ones too.

When Lucy Gray's face points direct the camera it's clear ad the day that she's singing, with all the strength she has.

"Let her out." Y/n whispers.

Suddenly, the screen changes signaling that Lucy Gray indeed won the Hunger Games.

"Oh my god!" Y/n can't help but scream, she doesn't care if everyone is already asleep.

"What's going on?" Tam Amber walks in, sleepy face and all, followed by Maude Ivory.

"She won!" Y/n screams again.

"Lucy Gray won?!" Moude Ivory immediately runs to hug Y/n.

"She did it!"

"Does that mean she's coming home?" CC asks, he too arrived after hearing all the noise, Barb Azure too.

"I think so." Y/n nods, smiling like never before, a heavy burden is finally off her shoulders and she can let out a sigh of relief, "she's coming home."

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"Your life has just begun." Sejanus tells him as they both travel to district 12, "you're gonna do great. We're both gonna do great."

"Just be careful, okay?" Coriolanus says to him, "it's a different world out here."

"Look at the bright side." He simply replies, and Coriolanus sends him a questioning look, "she might be there."

"Who are you talking about?"

"I heard you and Lucy Gray talking once." He starts, "you asked about the girl who sang for her at the reaping ceremony."

"I.." Coriolanus is caught off guard.

"You're lucky, Ma always told me stories when I was younger about love at first sight." He explains, "the way you ask more and more about her... you can't fool me." He lets out a small chuckle.

"And if she's not there?" Coriolanus asks.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"What if they killed Lucy Gray and she just doesn't want to have anything to do with me? How about that?" He challenges.

"They wouldn't. She was a hit, Coryo. There's no reason for them to kill her." Sejanus tells him, "so you know her name?"

Of course he does, it's the very first thing he asked Lucy Gray. He's been reciting her name since he learned it.

"Y/n." He smiles as he says it.

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"You're singing with me tonight." Lucy Gray warns Y/n, as they gather the instruments they need for tonight's performance, the first since Lucy Gray got back.

"I am... so not doing it." Y/n replies, shaking her head.

"Why not?" She pouts.

"Because I... I'm not." Y/n simply answer, not meeting her eyes.

But Lucy Gray doesn't give up so easily, she tries to make eye contact with her friend, she knows she wouldn't resist.

"Give me a good reason." Lucy Gray challenges again.

"Because... The people want you." Y/n tells her, "you're better at singing than me."

"That's not true." Maude Ivory chimes in, "they loved you."

"Thank you..." Y/n says sarcastically, "I'm not doing it."

"Oh c'mon, I got back, think of it as a welcome back present!" Lucy Gray nudges her friend, "pleeeease."

"Nope, I was almost fainting the whole time I was on stage." Y/n shake her head once again, "not gonna happeen" she sings the last bit.

"You had to refuse me with that beautiful voice of yours too?" Lucy Gray accuses with a laugh.

"Yap." Y/n replies, "c'mon, we don't want tot be late."

"This is not the end." Lucy Gray warns her friend before taking her hand and then, with the rest of the Covey, head to the Hob.

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Coriolanus couldn't contain himself, he can't wait to get out and find his girl.

She is his, he can't see it any other way.

They enter the Hob and Sejanus goes to get them a drink, while Coriolanus looks around, taking in the place, listening to the music.

His eyes find themselves on the stage, as a little girl goes to the mic.

"Is it hot in here?"

They must be the Covey Lucy Gray talked so much about, but he still can't spot Y/n. Where could she be?

The audience cheers loudly

"'Cause we're planning on heating it up a set more!" The girl screams, "the one, the only, Lucy Gray Baird!"

Coriolanus' ears perk up at her name, maybe his girl is with her.

Lucy Gray enters the stage, spinning with her guitar in hand, smiling as brightly as ever.

"Oh hey district 12, did you miss me?" She asks the audience, that immediately replies with a loud "Yes!"

"I bet you never expected to lay eyes on me again. And let me tell you, that goes both ways, but I am back. " She cheers, "I sure am back. Oh is that bottle there for me?" She asks pointing at a bottle of alcohol someone's holding up, " oh c'mon y'all, you know I gave up drinking when I was 12," she fakes complain and takes a sip, "just to clear my pipes, just to clear my pipes! Now, how about a song, uh?" Everyone cheers, happy, "but, I can't, you know." The audience lets out confused and discontent noises, Lucy Gray glances slightly at the side of the stage, in the dark Coriolanus can't see anything, "it's been a while and I don't feel like singing alone tonight. But I'm afraid, my sweet best friend, won't do me the favour... how about you help me convince her?"

The audience immediately burst into a wave of cheers and applauses.

"Do you want her?"

The cheering gets louder.

"Y/n!" Lucy Gray yells, "c'mon out, babes!"

"Y/n. Y/n. Y/n!" The audience chants.

And at last, she walks on the stage, glaring at her friend playfully.

Coriolanus heart skips a beat as he watch her walking to her friend, he never thought he could get more enamoured with her, but here she is, and he can't seem to take his eyes off her. The way she takes the guitar Lucy Gray offers her, the way she timidly smiles at the audience, once again glaring at her friend for putting her in this position.

"See? They love you!" Lucy Gray points at the audience, "now, let's show them how it's done!"

Lucy Gray nudges her friend with her hip as Y/n starts to play the guitar.

Coriolanus eyes are solely on her, and she isn't even aware of it, he can afford admiring her a little more before making her his.

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Lucy Gray is the happiest since she managed to have Y/n sing and dance with her, but the moment he notices a familiar pair of eyes he freezes for an instant.

Coriolanus Snow is here in 12, and he's looking, no... he's staring at her friend.

She notices his weird interest in Y/n from the many unusual questions he made when they were talking. She didn't like how he was talking and asking about her friend like that, like he thought she was his already. She always dismissed it as a stupid sensation, maybe it's exactly that, just her sensation. He might like her, but nothing bad... not necessarily. She doesn't want to think bad of it.

Of course she told the Covey about everything that happened in the Capitol, she just didn't mention this particular thing, to protect her.

She take advantage of an instrumental break to tell Y/n.

"He's here." She says.

"Who?" Y/n asks, looking at the crowd, locking eyes with a blonde man.

"My mentor, the one I talked to you about." Lucy Gray answers.

"Is he blonde?" Y/n asks and Lucy Gray nods,"Why is he here?"

"No idea."

Y/n simply shrugs and keeps play while Lucy Gray sings, unfortunately their performance is cut short by Billy Taupe intervention.

"Fuck..." Y/n sighs, keeping playing, "it's not the first time he acts like that."

"I know you miss me, Lucy Gray." Billy Taupe drunkenly says getting closer to the stage, followed by Mayfair trying to stop him.

"You said you wouldn't play with them anymore." She complains.

Lucy Gray looks at the Covey rolling her eyes, Y/n rolls her own in agreement.

Suddenly Billy Taupe almost jumps on stage grabbing Lucy Gray's skirt.

"Don't touch me! After what you did, don't touch me." Lucy Gray orders him, kicking her foot to let him go of her skirt

"Y/n... Please, you're kind, you know you're all not the same without me." He moves to take Y/n's skirt now, "c'mon, make her see reason."

"Let go." Y/n tells him, she moves backwards but his grip makes her stumble and falls to the ground. Lucy Gray kneels to help her pull her skirt back.

A second later Billy Taupe is thrown to the side, making him lose his grip. The two girls look at the direction he was thrown, and they see that blonde man hitting him hard until another recruit stops him and takes him outside.

"Are you okay?" Lucy Gray asks, helping her friend to stand up.

"Yeah, yeah, all good." Y/n nods, "again, not the first time he acts like that."

"God.. I'm sorry.." the brunette says softly, picking up the guitar.

"Not your fault. Only his." She sighs, "I'm kinda glad your mentor was here, he was the only one to help."

" yeah, glad..."

"Is everything okay?" Y/n worries.

"Yeah, it's just weird seeing him here." Lucy Gray dismisses the question easily, "let's go home, c'mon"

"Okay.." Y/n isn't convinced, but decides to let it go for now, "c'mon ladies and gentlemen, let's get home."

"Wanna go practice some songs on the meadow, tomorrow?" Lucy Gray asks as they walk back home.

"I missed it so much, so of course!" Y/n cheerfully replies, earning a just as excited laugh from her friend.

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Lucy Gray and Y/n played all afternoon in the meadow, like old times. It wasn't that long Lucy Gray stayed in the Capitol, but not knowing if she were to come back at all made it feel so much longer.

"I think this part should be a little slower, what do you think?" Y/n would ask after a while of playing 'The Hanging Tree'.

"This last part of the verse, you mean?" Lucy Gray checks, looking at the music sheets.

"Yeah, I think..."

Their heads snap behind them when they hear footsteps nearing.

"Sorry... we..." the same blonde man from the night before speaks, along a dark haired man, "they say we would find you out here."

"You're here... with that uniform.." Lucy Gray nervously chuckles.

"I thought they killed you." He simply says.

"Killed?" Y/n can't help the question.

"He... uhm.." his friend starts.

"I broke the rule to save her life." He answers, faking humbleness.

"The dean... Highbottom, got me on a train and gave me some money. He said you were sent to 8." Lucy Gray is quite confused.

"Change of plans." He would smile, "I'm Coriolanus Snow, by the way." He moves closer extending his hand for Y/n to take.

"She's Y/n, my best friend I told you about." Lucy Gray introduces her.

"Hi.." she shyly greets, taking his hand. She can't help the surprised "Oh..." When he, instead of shaking her hand, kisses the back of it.

"Nice to properly meet you, she talked a lot about you." Coriolanus charmingly smiles, "this is my friend, Sejanus."

"Nice to meet you," Lucy Gray shakes his hand with a bright smile.

"Nice to meet... you... too." Sejanus greets back with a sweet and kind smile.

They look at each other for a moment, just smiling. Y/n never saw he friend smiling like this with someone, she is so focused on her friend that she didn't notice Coriolanus still holding her hand, still looking at her.

"Oh sorry." Y/n finally takes notice of his hand and takes her own back, missing the pout forming on Coriolanus' face.

"All good." He whispers, "we quite enjoy the show yesterday."

"Oh.. yeah, yeah, yeah, it was great... until that guy came in." Sejanus agrees, nervously looking at Lucy Gray.

"Yeah, Billy Taupe can't accept the fact that we manage without him." She replies, smugly.

"Well, he's lucky you got back" Y/n mutters, "thanks, by the way, for getting him off and... also, of course, for saving Lucy Gray." She looks up at Coriolanus.

"A pleasure, really. There's no need to thank me." He replies, hitching to hold her hand again, to hold her to him and never let go, "anything for you."

At that Y/n takes a small step back, feeling a little nervous under his stare.

"We're going to the lake, tomorrow. Do you guys want to join?" Lucy Gray suddenly asks, surprising her best friend.

"Really?" Sejanus checks in, looking at the girls, "we'd like to."

"Of course, a way of thanking you." She assures him, "we usually go and have a sort of picnic."

"We'll look forward to it." Coriolanus too agrees.

"Yeah, it would be nice." Y/n wraps her arms around herself, to shield herself from his eyes.

"She makes an amazing apple cobbler too, the young ones loves it." The brunette praise her best friend, locking their arms together.

"You cook too?" Coriolanus is surprised, pleased, "you didn't tell me."

"She can do a lot of things, a real walking talent." Lucy Gray smiles proudly at her friend, nudging her side. Y/n's cheeks warm up at the compliments, turning her head to look away from them all.

"Always so shy, aren't you?" Coriolanus softly comments.

"She's never been the best with compliments." Lucy Gray softly chuckles, squeezing her friend's arm, "but she deserves them all."

"I'm sure she does." His soft stare makes Y/n shiver, she doesn't know why but she's intimidated by it.

"Uh..." she would start, but her eyes catch something behind the two men, "Maude Ivory." Lucy Gray follows her eyes to the little girl.

"You're friends peacekeepers." She says.

"They must be here for the fight." Y/n guesses, "I'll go handle it."

"I'm coming with you."

"Get the guitar, then." She instructs and Lucy Gray grabs the guitar.

"Hey.. we can't be seen with you, though." Coriolanus quietly tells them.

"That lake is in the woods, no one knows much about it but us, don't worry." Lucy Gray reassures him.

"That's comforting." Sejanus smiles grateful at her and she returns it.

"See you tomorrow then." Coriolanus says looking at Y/n who simply evades his stare, she politely smiles, but that doesn't stop Coriolanus from dreaming about her that night. How right their hands felt together, how beautiful she is so close... he can't wait for the next day.

He feels somehow grateful for Sejanus presence, he's sure Lucy Gray invited them both because she's interested in him. He remembers the little glances she would send his classmate at the Capitol. He will use it to his advantage, he knows how much Sejanus would love to help him get the girl of his dreams, he just needs a little push.

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Y/n is making a new dough for the next day, while they're at the lake it will have time to raise. She's mostly making it to get her mind busy, to sort of preparing herself for the day at the lake with the two peacekeepers.

"Are you okay?" Lucy Gray cautiously asks, walking next to her.

"Whatever do you mean?" Y/n asks back, not glancing once at her friend.

"Mh... you're using that tone, for one." Lucy Gray nudges her, "and... you're kneading that dough as if you're chocking it. I'm pretty sure it's dead."

Y/n doesn't answer right away, she keeps kneading the dough, when she puts it in a bowl she turns to her friend.

"I'm okay." She finally says.

"Something bothering you." The singer gently takes her hand, guiding Y/n to sit with her at the table.

"Are the others sleeping?" Y/n asks, wiping her hands on a towel.

"Yeah, now tell me what's wrong." She softly urges her, "is it about tomorrow? Are you nervous or something?"

"I guess..."

"Why?" Lucy Gray asks, "do you fancy my mentor?" She tries to joke and teases her.

"No." She quickly answers, "no, really, I... it's like there's something off about him... I don't know, maybe it's just me."

Y/n lets out a heavy sigh and looks at Lucy Gray, who looks conflicted herself.

"I... uhm.." she starts, uncertain.

"What..?"

"I felt the same way when I met him... he would ask so many question about you, our life here you know, I could see he wanted to know more and more about you." She explains.

"Me? Why?" Y/n gets even more nervous.

"I think he saw you at the reaping ceremony, when you sang and... I don't know, you caught his attention."

"Oh..."

"We can cancel... or you can stay in, I don't want you to feel forced to go because I didn't think." Lucy Gray takes her hands again, reassuringly.

"No, it's okay... I mean maybe we're just looking too much into it..." Y/n shakes her head, "I kind of want to see if you and the other one move to the next step."

"You noticed.." she blushes slightly.

"You two where smiling at each other like crazy." Y/n smiles sweetly at her friend.

"He's sweet, I saw how he wanted to help the tributes during the games... but please, we don't have to go if you're uncomfortable." She checks.

"I'm fine, I promise." Y/n kisses her hands to assure her, "maybe it's just a misunderstanding. It'll be fine."

"Oh now you're comforting me?" Lucy Gray teases.

"Obviously." She smiles proudly, "how about you... how are you coping with... with the games?"

Lucy Gray's smile drops slightly, looking down at their hands, squeezing them a little tighter, scared she would be taken away again.

"I'm okay... sometimes I feel like I'm still there." Her eyes fill with tears at the memories, "I killed people, Y/n... I..."

"You can't just shake it off, right?" Y/n guesses and Lucy Gray nods without saying a word, "I won't say that I'll understand, I will try sure, I can't promise I will be able to of course, but... I'm with you, Lucy Gray, you're not alone, I won't let you deal with it alone."

Lucy Gray stands, and so does Y/n, she brings her into a warm hug. They hold each other like never before, they hugged in the past sure, but nothing like this. This hug is filled with comfort and safety, something they both need, they don't even want it to end in fear one of them could be taken away again.

"We should get some sleep." Y/n states with a chuckle, but doesn't break the hug.

"Yeah." Lucy Gray laughs, "I think we should." They pull apart, "Sorry, I really needed that."

"So did I."

With that little comfort from each other they can finally go to bed and get some sleep. Even though, Y/n can't really fall asleep so quickly, her mind constantly going to Coriolanus Snow and his eyes, his stare on her. Could it be possible that they're just imagining it or it's true?

She close her eyes for a second and the moment she opens them the first light of day greets her, making her groan.

"Fuck." She mutters out, uncovering herself and getting seated, not so ready to start the day.

"Morning." Lucy Gray's harsh morning voice greets Y/n in the kitchen as she prepares the basket for the picnic, "Did you get some sleep?"

"I did, do not worry." Y/n replies, "just... uh..."

"What?"

"Don't leave me alone with him, okay?"

Once Lucy Gray nods, Y/n gets back at the basket.

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"This time of the year the water is just perfect." Maude Ivory excitedly jumps towards the lake.

"She loves the lake, if you can't tell." Y/n jokes.

"I wouldn't blame her," Sejanus says, "I'll trust her judgement, then."

"You should!" The little girl tells him, loud.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Coriolanus offers to carry the basket for the tenth time, "I promise it's no trouble."

"And I promise it's fine, thank you." Y/n, once again, denies his help.

Coriolanus can't help the clenching in his jaw, his girl should never, ever, lift a finger. He'll make sure of it.

"We're almost there, anyway. No worries." She tries to chuckle and assure him.

"She's strong." Lucy Gray chimes in, "she never lets me do any heavy work around the house. It's crazy."

"No, well, that's because you're not the best at them." Y/n teases her.

"That's not true!" Lucy Gray laughs, "I got many talents."

"You do... not for handwork."

Lucy Gray gasps, faking offence, while the rest of the group laugh.

"How long have you been friends for?" Sejanus asks, "if I'm not intruding."

"We're basically sisters," Lucy Gray immediately answers, proudly, "our parents died and we got raised by the same person."

"I arrived after them, but everything fell into places so naturally, it felt like I found my family again." Y/n explains, with a big smile.

"Never left each other's side ever since." Lucy Gray takes her best friend's hand as they finally arrive at destination.

"We're here!" CC exclaims and Maude Ivory rushes to get into the water as soon as possible, making Y/n chuckle.

Coriolanus watches her closely, the way she worries about her family, the way she smiles, laughs and shines when she looks at the young ones. The more time he's in her presence, the more he falls in love with her, his desire to make her his growing each moment. His girl, his wife and, one day soon, his first Lady.

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A day at the lake with her family is something Y/n always treasured, and will always treasure. She usually takes a few minutes to herself to enjoy the water, just floating with her eyes closed, she loves how free the stream lets her be.

The Covey always lets her live her peace... at least until it's time to eat, in that moment they would splash her until she gets to shore, earning, everytime, a glare from the poor girl.

And today should be no different, Y/n and Lucy Gray agreed not to make the others suspect their new friend makes them feel a little uneasy. So as Y/n floats on her own, Lucy Gray will try and keep an eye out to let her alone with her former mentor.

"What's she doing?" Coriolanus asks.

"Oh she likes to feel the water on her own." Lucy Gray explains, while Sejanus play with Maude Ivory, "to enjoy the moment."

"Wouldn't she be carried away by the stream?" He wonders.

"Nah, it's like the water knows where she should be."

"That's beautiful, Lucy Gray." Sejanus comments.

"Not my words." She is quick to specify, "hers."

Coriolanus spent the rest of the bath watching her, purposely ignoring his former tribute's stare. She probably wants to protect her friend, he thinks, but he's the only one who can protect her. And that he will.

"I'm starving!" Maude Ivory exclaims getting out the water towards the picnic blanket, "c'mon!"

Almost in an instant the rest of the Covey follows, apart from Lucy Gray who stays with Sejanus and Coriolanus, and Y/n floating not far.

Coriolanus shots his friend a look to tell him to get Lucy Gray away so he could have some time alone with his girl.

"I..." Sejanus stutters out, "I... I brought something. I know you two cooked for us too, so I wanted to bring something as a thanks... for the invite."

"Aaww but that's very sweet of you. You didn't need to." Lucy Gray almost melts at his words.

"I can show you. I mean they're preparing to eat so might as well help them." Sejanus suggests.

"Oh... uh... I mean..." she is hesitant, looking briefly at Coriolanus and at her friend.

"Coriolanus is here to look out for her, don't worry." Sejanus reassures her, but he doesn't know that his friend is the reason she needs to keep an eye out for Y/n.

Unfortunately, she knows she can't refuse, not without raising questions from her family nor suspects from the two peacekeepers.

"Yeah... Okay." She finally says, "but I mean, you don't have to, she's always does that. You can come with us."

"I don't mind." He's quick to reply, "I too enjoy the waters myself."

"See? No troubles at all." Sejanus smiles at her.

"We will call you soon, anyway." Lucy Gray tells him, she means it as a warning, even though Coriolanus doesn't register it that way.

"We'll be here." He smiles charmingly as always as he looks at the two climbing on the wooden deck and towards the Covey. She still watches over her friend.

As Coriolanus finally can enjoy the view he can notice her floating gently towards him.

'The water knows where she should be' Lucy Gray said, and the water is bringing her to him.

Y/n felt something touching her hand slightly, startling her.

"Oh sorry." She starts to apologise, but freezes when she sees Coriolanus in front of her.

"No need to apologise." He softly says.

"Where's everyone?" She asks.

"Preparing for the picnic." He tells her, secretly enjoy how her eyes don't meet his.

"Oh... I guess.. uh... I guess we should join them, then." She nervously chuckles, wanting more and more to not be alone with the Peacekeeper.

"Did you enjoy the water?" He asks, ignoring her suggestion.

"I... I did." She answers, "I love days like this."

With each word she slowly swims to the deck.

"I've never done this, you know." He says swimming closer.

"You don't have lakes at the Capitol?" She chuckles, again to hid her nerves.

"There's no room for nature." He simply says.

"Oh... that's... sad." She comments, feeling genuinely sad about that, "hope you're having a good day then, Mr Snow."

"Please, Coriolanus is more than fine, or Coryo... if you like." He tells her with a charming smile, internally begging her to say his name.

"Well, I hope you're having a good day, then, C-Coryo." She forces herself to smile, slightly letting out a sigh of relief when she realises she got to the wooden deck.

"The best in a long time." He catch up with her, ready to chivalrously help her climb up.

Y/n tries to be as quick as she can, but in doing so her foot slipped and she falls back into the water... in Coriolanus' arms.

"Shit..." she curses under her breath.

"You okay?" Coriolanus immediately asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I... I slipped." She tries to subtly wiggle out of his arms. While what Coriolanus wants more is to hold her even closer. "We should... uhm... get to the picnic or.. or they w-will eat everything."

"Yeah..." Coriolanus eyes constantly switch from her eyes to her lips, "probably."

He doesn't move an inch though, his eyes keeping the same route, but moving his face closer to hers.

Y/n is cornered, she wants to freak out, but he's still a Peacekeeper, who knows what he could do if she rejected him badly.

"Uhm..." she tries to come up with something to say to get out of the situation.

He's living his dream, in the meantime, he's so close to kissing his girl for the first time he wants to enjoy every second of it. His hands find their way to her waist, caressing it.

Y/n shakes, she wants to run, hit him and run away. Coriolanus interprets the shaking as shyness, he's sure she feels the same, he thinks her shaking is only in anticipation of the kiss.

So he leans closer... and closer...

"Guys!" Lucy Gray's voice saves her, "it's all set!"

"We're coming!" Y/n shouts back immediately, turning away from Coriolanus as she feels his grasp tightening slightly.

Y/n manages to climb back up and misses the frustrated clenching in Coriolanus' jaw.

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They sit on the blankets they brought as they eat, Y/n managed to take a seat in between CC and Maude Ivory, away from the peacekeeper. Lucy Gray, on the other hand, sits next to Sejanus which earned a teasing smile from her friend, Coriolanus sits next to him as they everyone eats.

"You weren't lying, this is amazing." Sejanus exclaims, mouth full of Y/n's dessert.

"You're being too kind now." Y/n can only shy away from the compliment.

"Told you, she's always underestimate herself." Lucy Gray low-kye scold her friend.

"True!" CC agrees, earning a glare from Y/n.

"It really is amazing." Coriolanus chimes in, "where did you learn?"

"Oh... well, when you have to feed all these mouths, that's what you have to do." Y/n explains, "and there were times where one didn't want to eat, when they were younger and didn't fully understand the situation, so I tried my best in making something tasty with what we had."

"Well, I didn't learn." Lucy Gray tries to highlight her friend's talent.

"That's because you were earning money with your guitar and performances." Y/n replies.

"Even that, not without your help." The singer insists.

"Mine?" Y/n laughs, "what help? You're the one singing beautifully everyday."

Coriolanus assist this playful banter and can't help the jealousy raising in him. He wants Y/n to joke with him like that, not with Lucy Gray. He wants to make her blush with compliments, not Sejanus.

"But you write the songs!" Lucy Gray exclaims, with a big smile.

"Not all of them!" Y/n laughs.

"The most beautiful ones, yes." Lucy Gray shots back.

"Oh shut up!" Y/n throws her friend a piece of bread.

"Did we hear any of these songs?" Coriolanus asks, curious.

"I think so," Lucy Gray answers, "plus the one I sang in the arena it's hers."

"Which one?"

"You didn't watch the games?" Sejanus asks.

"No, I did, I did, it's just that the TV we borrowed was a little broken so we couldn't hear anything." CC answers.

"Pity..." Sejanus comments, "she sang beautifully."

"Not a surprise." Y/n smiles, "so, what song was it?"

"The old Therebefore." Lucy Gray tells her, "you know it always gives me strength."

"That was yours?" Coriolanus asks, positively surprised.

"Uh.. yeah, though, I simply rearranged an old melody." Y/n explains, shaking her head dismissively.

"Told you, walking talent." Lucy Gray grins and Y/n throws another piece of bread at her.

Coriolanus is amazed, she will be a perfect first Lady, the people of Panem will love her. He's more and more realising what a perfect choice she will be.

Y/n rolls her eyes, giving up, earning a triumphant smile from Lucy Gray.

"It made all people in the auditorium cry." Coriolanus tells them, "a real moving moment."

"At least I would've gotten one last good performance before my demise." Lucy Gray says dramatically.

"Don't say that." Y/n immediately stops her, "you're here. That's all that matters."

They reach out at the same time to hold each other's hand, Sejanus looks at them with sweet eyes, Coriolanus only feels jealousy, eyes shooting daggers at Lucy Gray.

Unfortunately the things between Sejanus and Lucy Gray have been going strong. She is so in love, Y/n's never seen her so taken by someone like she is by Sejanus. The down side of her happiness is that the peacekeeper always brings his friend around. Coriolanus, in fact, insisted and convinced Sejanus to bring him everytime he visited Lucy Gray, and Sejanus, being the good friend he is, he was glad to help his best friend. They even managed to leave Coriolanus and Y/n alone, Lucy Gray too distracted by Sejanus to notice the deception. Y/n doesn't want her to notice anyway, she's happy her friend found someone she actually like, so she's going to endure a little longer for her, Lucy Gray deserves some happiness after all the horrors she saw.

That's why Y/n's now cooking in their kitchen, with Coriolanus watching her like a hawk.

"What are you making exactly?" He asks from his spot by the small table.

"It's... a apple c-cobbler." Y/n softly answers. He would listen to her soft voice all day if he could, saying his name, begging him.

"Do you need any help?" He offers, "you know I don't mind."

She hears him standing up and walking closer to her.

"It's okay, you don't ha-" she stops mid-sentence, Coriolanus' hands softly caressing her hips froze her.

"I don't mind." He whispers into her ear, thumb striking the clothed spot.

"No... uh... i-it's o-okay... uh..." she stutters, looking around for a way to get away.

"Or maybe... " he spins her around so he's looking directly into her eyes, "we can adress... this." He motions between them, getting even closer, bodies now against one another.

"Uh..?" Y/n is confused.

"Us." Coriolanus specifies, "I don't think we can ignore it any longer."

"Uh... I don't... know..." she's at loss for words, "what..?"

"I'm pretty sure, my interest is pretty obvious." He says this almost shyly, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek, "and... I think yours is too."

"My... interest?"She shakes her head, putting her hands on his arms to try and push him off, "Coriolanus..."

"I love it when you use my name, Y/n." Coriolanus says, leaning closer, ignoring how she avoids his eyes and pushes him away.

"Just..."

"Y/n!!"

"Shit.." he mutters under his breath.

"Where are you?" Lucy Gray asks.

"In the kitchen." Y/n answers, relieved Coriolanus stepped back.

"There you are." She enters the kitchen and immediately hugs her friend, Sejanus close behind her.

"Hi." He timidly says, then notices Coriolanus by the table, "hey Coryo, didn't expect to see tou here today."

There's tension between them, Lucy Gray turns her head to look at the blonde and her face drops.

"Is everything okay, Lucy Gray?" Y/n puts a hand on her friend's shoulder, reassuringly.

"Yeah, of course." She shakes her head and smiles brightly again, "what are you making?" She changes subject.

"Uh... apple cobbler." Y/n says softly.

"Mmmhh can't wait." She hums.

There's something off about this situation, since last night's performance at the Hob all three of them have been behaving weirdly. Lucy Gray was singing and after the song she went after Sejanus and Coriolanus, she was goon for some time and when she got back something in her eyes was off. She tried to wave it off, but Y/n knew her friend and she was sure something happened. Why Lucy Gray didn't want to talk to her only added to her worries.

Unfortunately the worst was yet to come.

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"What do you mean you have to leave?" Y/n asks, getting more and more agitated.

"Mayfair and Billy Taupe are dead, who do you think will be blamed?" Lucy Gray snaps back as she keeps packing a small bag.

"But you didn't! How could they prove otherwise?" Y/n insists, breathing heavily.

"The mayor will surely find a way." Her friend days bitterly, then turn to look at her in the eyes, "listen, I'll be fine. This is the only way."

"How will you go, uh?" Y/n challenges, "alone in the woods."

"I... Coriolanus said he would help." Lucy Gray answers, emotionless.

"Coriolanus?!" Y/n whisper-shouts, "do you trust him?"

"I don't have much of a choice. I told you what happened, he's involved too. That has to do." The brunette sighs deeply, "you all can join me in time. I wish you could come too now, but-"

"It will draw too much attention and we would be too easy to find." Y/n finishes her sentence, "I know... but Snow?"

"I told you, he's involved too... he's the only option. Plus... I don't have anything to keep me here anymore.."

Y/n sighs, giving up, she knows Lucy Gray is still grieving Sejanus. She walks to her friend, stopping her to hug her. Lucy Gray returns the hug immediately, crying on her friend's shoulder. Y/n, then, holds her tighter, stroking her back reassuringly.

"We'll be okay. And we will join you soon." Y/n whispers. "I promise."

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It's been almost a year since Lucy Gray ran away, a year since Y/n saw her friend. She hopes Lucy Gray is fine, moat importantly she hopes her friend is alive. It was hard to explain the situation to the rest of the Covey, especially the youngest one, but she managed.

A good thing about this situation is that it's also been a year since Coriolanus Snow has been seen in district 12. Rumours has it he got back to the Capitol, Y/n wishes, whatever is the truth, that he stays as far away as possible. One of their last interactions scared her so much she hardly left the house in fear of simply seeing him.

Y/n is walking back home with her basket in hand, she sold all the jewellery and cakes she made to earn some money so she was quite content as she enters the house.

"Is anyone home?" Y/n yells as she puts down the basket and takes off her patched-up coat.

"In here." A voice calls from the kitchen and Y/n is quick to walk there, freezing on the spot when the figure of Coriolanus Snow stands in her kitchen. His hair grew in this time apparently, the new haircut makes him look even more dangerous, "Hi, my love."

"Uh..." Y/n doesn't know what to do, having him in the house after all this time feels worse than a robe around her neck, "what... what are you doing here?"

"You don't seem happy." Coriolanus states, confused.

He spent a year thinking about Y/n, working hard and constantly so he could come back to 12 and take her to the Capitol. He's been thinking about her, analysing each of their interactions to the bone. And he realised something: Y/n is yet to realise the love they're destined to share, but Coriolanus is more than willing to help.

"I... I'm confused... why... why are you here? Is Lucy Gray-"

"I don't want to talk about Lucy Gray!" He snaps.

Y/n flinches and takes a step back, he sighs deeply and pass a hand through his hair.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." she apologises, not wanting to anger him more, "you... uh... you let your hair grow..."

That seems to please him, he slightly smiles, pride growing in him.

"Yeah," he walks closer to her, "I wanted to leave the Peacekeeper behind, to welcome the future president of Panem."

"Future president..." she gasps out, slowly retreating backwards, "wow.."

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered." He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, "I missed you."

"Why are you here?" She asks, pushing his hand away.

"I'm here to take you to the Capitol with me." He simply answers, as a matter of fact.

"What?!" She exclaims, pushing him off and putting distance between them.

"You're coming home with me." He states.

"I am home." She firmly says, noticing the clench in his jaw.

"No." He shakes his head, "no, you're not."

"I'm not coming with you." She insists, "I have people to take care of."

"They will be taken care of, if you come with me." He makes sure to emphasise the 'if'.

Y/n now realises no one else's home.

"If? Coriolanus, listen-"

"No, you listen." He interrupts her once again, "there's no thinking to do here. You're coming with me, period. You come with me and your family will be cared for, if you don't... there would be consequences."

"Is that a threat?" She shakes in fear now.

"It's a promise, my love." He gets closer again, putting a hand on her cheek, "so... what do you say now?"

"You already decided... what's the point of asking, then?" She's tearing up, too scared to move.

"Say you'll come with me." He leans closer, brushing his lips against hers, "say it."

She shakes her head, lips sealed.

But Coriolanus doesn't waste any more time, he kisses her, she backs away but he chases her until her back hits the wall forcing their lips together once again.

He kisses her, but she doesn't kiss him back, the hand on her cheek moves to her neck squeezing, as a warning. She tries to push him off, but he is stronger than her, his other hand moves to her hips pulling her closer and she starts to actually struggle.

"S-stop." She manages to stutter out.

"Give into me, my love." He mutters against her skin, kissing down her neck, "come with me, you'll want for nothing more in your life."

"No..." she weakly says, as she keeps pushing him off.

"Yes." He kisses her again, completely leaning his body against her, caging her.

"Please don't... Please." Her crying only turns him on more, he thrusts his hips against her making her feel his hard-on.

Y/n stops her movement, dread in her veins prevents her from doing anything.

"Sshh, let me take care of you." He whispers into her ear, "let me show you how good I can make you feel."

"Please... no..." her breathing gets heavier and heavier as she looks at him kneeling in front of her, "Don't."

She looks at the door, wanting to flee and leave him behind.

"Don't you dare." Coriolanus orders, looking up at her, "you try to run and I'll make sure your family pays. Am I clear, my love?"

Y/n averts her eyes from the door, to the former peacekeeper kneeling in front of her.

The hunger in his eyes is enough to make her feel like a prey being caught.

He keeps looking at her as he lifts her dress up her legs, and when he pulls her underwear down he finally break the eye contact to take a proper look at his prize.

He licks his lips and gets closer to her core, inhaling her scent.

"Stop... please Coriolanus, stop." She tries again, but her plead falls to deaf ears.

Coriolanus at hearing his name coming from her he dives himself between her legs, licking and sucking all he could, finally enjoy whatever he's been dreaming about all this time... since that reaping ceremony.

Y/n gasps when he attacks her pussy with his mouth like a starved man, she looks around hoping to find something to use as a weapon or a way to escape this. She puts her hand on his head in an attempt to push him off, but it's no use, his hold is way too tight and strong for her to pull away.

"Mmhhh" he humms against her, her taste inebriates him completely.

"Shit.." she groans, her body betraying her, getting closer and closer, "shit."

Hearing this Coriolanus only doubles his efforts, he blindly grabs one of her hands and moves it to rest on his cheek.

"Mmhhh yes." He humms again, licking harder on her clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She tries to hold back, but it's like she has no control over her body anymore as she comes on his mouth. Her legs weakening and falling to the ground, right in front Coriolanus, face to face.

"I love you." He whispers, catching her off guard by kissing her deeply and forcefully.

She puts her hands against him, never stopping her attempts.

"Stop, stop." She mutters.

"This is just a taste of how I'm going to take care of you." He explains breathlessly, "I'm never letting you go, my love."

They stay still for a moment, Y/n too scared to move and Coriolanus is simply enjoying the moment.

He finally got his girl, but he's always being certain of it, after all it's in his family.

Snow lands on top.

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authorhjk1 · 7 months ago

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Can we get a new taeyeon smut. She’s crazy hot lately

Lion Heart

(Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader)

"Where the fuck is it?"

You mumble to yourself as you go through your kitchen drawers. Your vision becomes blurry as you lose more and more blood. After emptying the fourth one, you open the next drawer. There it is. Why did she have to hide it like that? You pick up the needle, before heading towards the bathroom.

You stumble through your living room, pushing yourself from wall to furniture and back to the wall, unable to stand without support. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, you finally reach the bathroom.

"Bloody hell."

You groan as you lean against the tiles of the shower wall. Sliding down slowly, you eventually sit on the floor. Opening the bottle, you take two big gulps, before putting it back down again. Using the scissors you brought, you cut your shirt open, unable to get it off properly.

"That bastard."

You grumble as you see the knife wound in your stomach. A big cut from left to right, blood spilling out of it. After taking another shot of the whiskey, you tilt the bottle slowly. Groaning in agony, you let the brown liquid fall onto your wound. The pain makes your head spin.

The needle you just held in your hand, slips through your fingers. Cursing, you let your fingertips roam the floor, trying to find it. Once you do, you try to put the string through the eye. Your fingers are shaking and you need a couple of tries, until you finally make it.

You feel more and more strength leaving your body. More and more blood paints the white tiles red. You try to align the needle with your wound, but it slips out of your hand again. Too weak to curse, you search for it in silence. It feels like it takes hours, until you're holding it again.

You hear the front door open in the far distance.

"Honey?!"

You hear her voice. She sounds happy. Why wouldn't she be?

Obviously too weak to answer, you hope she doesn't find you. Just a couple of minutes, you think to yourself, aligning the needle with your wound again.

"Oh my god!"

Seems like she saw the mess you made in the kitchen.

With a low grunt, you pierce your skin right above your wound. Taking heavy breaths, you look down, trying to stay awake.

"(Y/n)!"

Her voice makes you smile, even in this situation.

You guide the needle through your wound, before pushing it through your skin again. One stitch done, around five hundred more to go.

Hurried footsteps come closer. Not yet. You take another gulp of whiskey, the pain is starting to become unbearable. The bottle slips out of your hand and hits the tiles with a loud thud.

A second stitch follows the first. You are just about to pierce your skin for the third time, when you hear the bathroom door swing open. Your head hurts as if someone is hammering a needle into your scull as you look up. By now, you can only see black and white shapes.

But you know it's Taeyeon, who is standing in front of you. It almost feels like her presence is making you calmer.

"(Y/n)!"

She hasn't seen you in this kind of state before. Her wide eyes look down on her fiance, who is sitting in the shower, red tiles covering the floor. Taeyeon sees the needle, which you losely hold in your right hand. Your eyes look like they are made of glass, looking into the distance. If she wouldn't have seen you lifting your head a moment ago, she wouldn't be able to tell if you are alive or not.

"(Y/n)..."

Your name leaves her beautiful lips once more. This time her tone is sad and full of worry.

You manage to point at your wound, before slightly lifting the needle. Taeyeon gets the hint, dropping her purse. That's the last thing you remember.

When you finally wake up, you can't tell how long you've slept. An hour? A day? A week? Opening your eyes, you still find yourself inside the shower. But you are not sitting anymore. Taeyeon must have lied you down on your side. You feel a soft blanket underneath your body, your head resting on a pillow. Slowly opening your eyes, you realize that the shower has been cleaned.

With a loud groan, you try to move. The pain in your abdomen increases drastically. Realizing you are only covert by another blanket, you lift it off of you. Your wound has been neatly stitched up and a roll of gauze bandage is wrapped around your stomach. You spot the bottle of whiskey in the corner of the shower.

"Thank you, Taengoo."

You whisper to yourself with a grin on your face.

Taking far more than just a sip of the brown liquid, you feel your body heating up. Energy seems to start flowing through your veins again. It still feels like it takes you hours to stand up. But once you finally do, you stumble towards the door. You are slightly bend over, trying not to use your abs at all.

Taeyeon is standing in the kitchen, with her back to you, preparing some vegetables. You are surprised she doesn't hear you, once you finally stand right behind her. Sneaking your arms around her waist, you make her jump.

"Omo!"

Already wrapped in your embrace, Taeyeon is unable to go anywhere.

"What you making?"

Your voice sounds raspy and dry.

"You just woke up from that terrible wound and you ask this?"

Her bewildered look makes you chuckle.

"Sorry. Thank you for taking care of me, Taengoo. What are you making?"

You know she can't resist you, when you call her that. A smile creeps onto her face.

"Soup."

"Soup?"

You groan in disbelief.

"Yah! Don't complain. You should tell me what happened. I was worried sick."

Taeyeon tries to turn around, but you hold her in place.

"Nothing."

You rest your chin on the top of her head.

"Shouldn't you make something with way more energy? Stake for example."

"I can't with you. Why don't you make it yourself?"

"I'm a patient, Taeyeon."

When she scoffs, complaining about you, not even telling her what happened, you hug her tight, moving your mouth to her ear.

"I'm YOUR patient."

You can see the goosebumps form on Taeyeon's skin.

"Alright. I make you meat and you tell me what happened."

You set Taeyeon free for just a moment, enabling her to gather all the ingredients she needs. Once she comes back, you sling your arms around her small frame once more. You don't want to admit it, but it's hard to keep standing. Even while holding onto her.

"You know what I do for a living. There is not much more to tell. Just got unlucky."

"Unlucky?"

Taeyeon's voice slightly rises.

"I told you not to do this kind of stuff. I don't want to see you hurt. And I don't want you to hurt anyone."

"I didn't choose this life, Taeyeon. It chose me."

She glares up at you, before putting the meat into the pan.

"Why can't you have a normal job? A normal life?"

"I used to be a soldier. This is in my blood."

"Walking around and stabbing people and getting stabbed yourself?"

"I've been through worse. This was just a flesh wound."

You groan as Taeyeon accidentally hits you with her elbow. You almost fold in half, but you manage to keep to standing.

"I-I'm so sorry."

She turned around, a concerned look on her face.

"Don't worry about it."

You reach for the whiskey you put on the counter, before you snuck up on her.

"Fighting and drinking. Why am I even in love with you?"

Her question was ment for the both of you. She looks at you with a mixture of love and disappointment in her eyes, before she goes back to cooking.

To be honest, you do try to stay safe most of the time. Not necessarily for yourself, but for Taeyeon. You wouldn't be able to break her heart by dying. This was just a rare accident. A stupid one at that.

"That's not all I'm good for, you know."

Your hands slowly wander from her midriff towards her center.

"Yah! I'm being serious. And I'm cooking. And you are hurt!"

"Stop talking and keep cooking."

You whisper into her ear, before slowly unbuttoning the button on her jeans.

Your hand slips into her pants, searching for the waistband of her panties. Once you found it, you reach underneath it. A small gasp escapes her lips.

"Seriously, stop. You are hurt."

"I don't care about my body. I care about yours. A small cut won't kill me."

Taeyeon wants to answer, but your finger inside of her makes it hard for her to focus. She can feel you curl it, rubbing against her inner walls. She can't keep cooking and talk. But she tries.

"S-Small? You almost died."

"Shit happens."

As your body starts to heat up with desire for your fiance, you want to cut the talking.

"I was so worried. You can't just say it's nothing, when I bawled my eyes out for hours."

Your heart stings. You knew it was a bad idea to go straight home. But it was closer than your "work" place.

"I'm making up for it now."

"That's not how-"

The second finger makes Taeyeon shake. She needs to bite her lip, not wanting to show you how much her body needs you.

"I could really go for some dessert before the steak."

To underline your point, you start to suck on her neck.

"Oh god."

Taeyeon's head leans back, exposing her neck even more to you. Her eyes are closed, while she still holds the tongs in one hand.

"Y-You can't eat something sweet, b-before your actual meal."

"That's where you got it all wrong, Taengoo."

You leave a trail of kisses on her neck.

"Your body is my meal."

Her body shivers at your words.

"But-"

Your fingers leaving her snatch make her whine in disappointment. You turn off the stove and take the tongs out of her hand.

"Would you mind hopping on the table? I can't pick you up right now."

"I-"

Too flustered, Taeyeon does what you tell her to do. You sit in a chair in front of her, while she sits on the table. Pulling her jeans off, you are greeted by her already wet panties. Once her lower half is completely naked, you rest your arms on her thighs, your hands on her waist.

"You are worth dying for."

You grin up at her, before you dive in.

"What-oh!"

Taeyeon's head tilts back as you draw circles with your tongue around her clit. You start big, before making them smaller and smaller. Right before you lick her clit, you back away, kissing her thigh.

"Oh god..."

Taeyeon can barely take your teasing, her hips buck towards you as you pepper her thighs with kisses.

"Not fair."

She breathlessly says, now looking down on you. Busy with enjoying her body, you don't answer. You lick both of her thighs one last time, before you head towards her core once more. This time, you pay attention to her pussy. You kiss her lips first, enjoying the slightly salty taste. Then, you let your tongue circle around her, before you lick her pussy from the bottom to the top in one slow strike.

"Omo! Omo!"

Instinctively, Taeyeon's hand pushes your head further into her.

You lick your lips.

"What a delicious woman you are."

Taeyeon blushes heavily at your never ending string of occasional compliments here and there.

Soon, you have her whimpering and mewling. Unable to sit up straight, she is now lying on the wooden surface. You feast on her pussy like it's your last meal on earth. Not even trying to stay silent, the lewd sounds of you, eating her out, fill the kitchen.

"Almost..."

Taeyeon's needy whine tells you you are doing it right. How could you not? You have more than enough experience. You know her body as well as your own.

A couple of moments later, Taeyeon's moans and cries have gone silent. Not a single sound escapes her slightly parted lips. Because you are between her legs, you can't see how her eyes grow wider. How she stares up at the ceiling, but still sees nothing. Her whole body seems frozen for just a second.

And then, Taeyeon's thighs almost crush your head. Her abs flex and her body shakes. Desperate whines escape her mouth.

"Omo! S-s-s-so goooood!"

You hold her trembling body in place, making sure she doesn't kill you, or falls off the table. Taeyeon cums the hardest when you eat her out. She loses control of her body and trusts you to keep her safe, whenever her mind enters another dimension.

Just as she is about to calm down, you wrap your lips around her clit. It almost looks like it's begging for your touch. Your tongue flicks against it once as you start your work.

"Sensitive..."

It's the only word she can force off her lips as you indulge further into Kim Taeyeon's body. Her warmth wraps around you, her juices starting to leak onto the table. You reward her for taking care of you, while you were out of it. You reward her for stitching up your wound. You reward her for being such a good girl.

With a last flick of your tongue, Taeyeon's body goes into its frozen state for a second time. A moment later, she shakes and squirms on the table once more.

"Oh god!"

Her soft cry makes you want to eat her out more. But the pain in your stomach is starting to become too much. You lean back in the chair as you watch your fiance ride out her orgasm.

When she finally raises her head, you see her flushed cheeks. For someone reason, she is always embarrassed when you turn her into a cuming mess. You think she looks beautiful like this.

"Y-You're bleeding."

You look down on yourself, while you hear her catching her breath.

"I'm fine."

Taeyeon peels herself off the wooden surface, before she stumbles towards the door. You don't stop her, knowing that you can wait a moment.

Once she is back, Taeyeon starts to redo your bandage. She doesn't look shy or nervous at all now. You watch her, catching a small smile on her face as she takes care of you. Knowing that she is still naked from the waist down, you can't help but look at her body. It makes you hard, knowing how beautiful your fiance looks. You never thought you would meet someone so caring and beautiful like her.

"Almost done."

She whispers to herself. At the same time, lust takes over your body once more. You sneak your hand towards her loose shirt.

"Hey-"

You shut her up by running your hand over her toned midriff. Realizing that she isn't wearing a bra, you start to play with her tits.

"Can't you wait one more minute? You're so greedy."

"Can't help it."

You mumble, now pushing up her shirt to bunch it up above her chest. Her tits fit perfectly into your hands. You squeeze them slightly, making it hard for Taeyeon to concentrate once more.

"Just one second. Please."

She almost sounds annoyed, but you don't care. You don't know a man on earth, who would be able to hold himself back either.

"Just finish it like this."

You pull her onto your lap.

"You-"

She raises her hand, threatening to hit you.

Instead, you lean forward, capturing one of her nipples with your mouth.

"Oh god."

A deep sigh escapes her mouth.

"No, stop."

As if she just changed her mind, Taeyeon tries to push you away.

"Can't you see I'm busy fixing you."

"I'm busy too."

You reply as you switch to her other breast.

"You're such an idiot."

You feel your cock resting against her ass cheeks as you have your way with Taeyeon's chest. At the same time, she tries to finish putting on the new bandage. But your head is blocking her vision. She has to tilt her head, while you keep enjoying all the benefits her body has to offer.

"Done."

Taeyeon puts the stuff she used back into the first aid kit on the table.

"If you would've just waited a minute, I would've been done earlier. I should teach you a lesson or two about patience some time."

"No time for that."

Your argument is good, since Taeyeon now moans, when you push your face a little further into her chest. It makes her back arch, and you put your hand on the lower half of her back, supporting her weight.

"Your greed for my body is starting to become concerning, you know?"

You can almost hear her smile as she says that.

"Why should I not enjoy what belongs to me?"

You look up at her, seeing her raising her eyebrow.

"Time for me to enjoy what's mine too, then."

Taeyeon raises herself off your lap, leans back a little bit, before she rests her pussy right above your tip. Without any guidance, your cock parts her walls as she sinks herself onto you.

The two of you moan in union. You sling your arms around her waist, while Taeyeon puts hers around your neck.

You share a lot of these moments. Just happy with being in each other's company. The lust both of you feel for each other's bodies isn't purely animalistic. It's fueled by love and passion. It's held together by an invisible bond.

She slowly glides down your shaft, before she lifts herself off of you again. Her parted lips silently tell you how much she loves this. How much she loves riding you like this. Slow. With no feeling for time at all. As if the rest of the universe stands still. Only the two of you exist. Looking at each other, while Taeyeon slowly rides you.

Taeyeon's walls hug you tight as she smoothly glides up and down. You lean forward a little again, focusing your attention back to her chest.

"Good boy."

She sighs, closing her eyes to focus on the pleasure you send through her system.

The roles the two of you have during sex are fluid. It can change from you, railing Taeyeon against the wall of her dressing room at a music show, to her, riding you like she wants to, complimenting you on being a good toy.

It goes both ways. But right now, the two of you are on the same level. You start to make Taeyeon ride you a little faster. Taeyeon lovingly strokes your cheek with her hand, feeling you hit her as deep as possible.

But eventually as always, the two of you lose control. You can never pinpoint the exact moment. In a heartbeat, it changes from sensitive love making to raw barbaric sex.

Now, Taeyeon is suddenly riding you faster. Way faster than before. You can't even tell who started it.

"Oh god yes!"

She mouns loudly, throwing her head back, exposing her sensitive throat to you. You dive in, kissing and licking her skin, enjoying the feeling of her pussy tightly squeezing your cock.

Glad you don't have to do all the work this time, you just lean back and watch your fiance. Her graceful, naked body bouncing on top of you. Only her shirt is still bunched up above her chest.

"Fuck, Taengoo."

You know you can't keep up with the pace she is now setting. Sooner rather than later, you are bound to finish.

In that moment, Taeyeon turns around. You let go of her, just watching as she gets into position. She puts her hands onto the table and starts to ride you like that. Her beautiful back is slightly curved, ending in her ass. Her skin looks flawless. You run your hands all over her backside as she keeps riding you in this new position.

It feels different on the inside too. Before, your cock and her pussy seemed to align perfectly. Now, it feels a little different.

"That's so good."

Taeyeon feels more pressure on her g-spot like that. She sinks her head onto the table, rocking her body back and forth.

You finally grab both of her cheeks with both hands, squeezing them. It earns you another moan from her. Placing your lips between her shoulder blades, you start your mission to kiss every inch of her backside.

Meanwhile, Taeyeon slowly starts to lose it. The unfamiliar feeling of your cock entering her like that makes her arch her back a little. The claps of her ass onto your lap makes her moan. Your lips on her skin, your hands on her ass eventually prove to be too much.

"Oh god, (y/n)!"

Her body freezes once more. Only Taeyeon's pussy moves. Her walls contract around you as she cums. You reach around her, using her vulnerability to place your hand over her core. You start rubbing her clit as she still calms down.

"N-Not yet."

Taeyeon tries to push your hand away, but she is too late. Another wave of pleasure washes through her with lethal silence.

She doesn't move, sitting on your lap, her pussy warming your cock. You wait for her to recover.

"You are so mean."

She finally manages to sigh, before slowly lifting herself off of you.

You are about answer, when she drops to her knees and licks your cock.

The words are stuck in your throat. Taeyeon starts to use her mouth to bring you towards the edge as well. She fell over it four times already. It's your turn now.

"Taengoo..."

You moan her name, knowing that you are close. Her head bobs up and down as she sucks you off. Her tongue swirls around your head, whenever she moves upwards. Her right hand strokes the lower part of your cock, which she isn't reaching with her mouth.

"Fuck."

You reach out and take a fistful of her hair.

You force her deeper onto your cock, her hand suddenly in the way. She removes it, enabling you to fuck her face onto your cock. Her lips glide along your shaft as you slightly thrust upwards, whenever you push her down.

Quickly, Kim Taeyeon has become a beautiful mess. Saliva is now stuck to her chin and her hair is disheveled.

"Gonna cum, Taengoo."

She glances up at you, begging you to paint her throat.

When she gags on your cock again, her throat contracts around you. It's the final push over the edge for you. Holding her head in place, you unload inside your fiance's mouth. You feel her gulping down your cum, trying to not spill a drop.

Your head spins a little. The mixture of pleasure and pain feels weird.

"Do you now know why you love me?"

#ask #anon #kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #taeyeon #taeyeon girls generation #taeyeon snsd #taeyeon smut #girls generation #girls generation smut

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hel1nn · 12 days ago

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PLSS PLSS PLSS I NEED THIS

So Gojo has been neglecting his girlfriend y/n because of triggering the mental health of gojo's ex and because gojo still loves his ex he starts to neglect or abandon y/n but then again y/n only sees gojo as the source of her light, y/n sees gojo as a reason why y/n is still alive, and when Gojo starts to get mad towards y/n, y/n slowly falls apart and led her to death

PLS PLS I'M ON MY KNEES!!

The other women.

︵⠀satoru gojo x fem!reader ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄

⌗ !! Heavy angst | Cursed words | heart break |

Listen to i bet on losing dogs by mitski and the other woman by lana del rey while reading:b

A/N : thanks for the request ^.^

Oh how you want him to forget about her. You know why satoru is avoiding you all the time. You caught him texting his ex, begging her to meet him. But his contact was blocked in her ohone,All you could do was keep it to yourself. What else can you do anyway, he's all you have left and trying your best to make him forget about his ex. As always you were watching tv alone,the promise of a movie night long gone. His not coming back hoke tonight again. You can't even focus on the show on tv,all you could think was about satoru. How he isn't sleeping properly,the bags underneath his eyes. You want to be his safe space that you always wanted to be. From the start of your relationship,satoru would let you touch him,even let you have the intimacy time with him but as time passes satoru had been pushing you away more and more. Its only two year of your relationship with him and why are your feelings are so deep? Because even before dating him you had loved hik for years,even when his ex and him were together. You had admired him from afar,not even daring to step into his love life. But when satoru accepted your love you thought you don't have to admire him from afar anymore yet. Here you are now,seeing satoru again cling to his ex,but you were still trying your best to continue this relationship. Trying your best to be enough for him, always treating him like satoru not like the strongest. You were snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of your phone buzzing. Maybe its satoru,as you though just to see shokos contact spaming you with so many texts. You were to tired to reply to anyone's texts and calls for now except satoru. You and shoko weren't that close but still she was a sweetheart to you. You turn the tv off, walking off to the bedroom to sleep knowing that trying to sleep is useless for you. You lay down on your bed,the clock already hitting 12 am.

It's already 3 am and satoru still hasn't come back,why ? You thought as always. You can't sleep, can't sleep without his warmth. One time you tood him this he ended up calling you too much clingy. And you ended up crying. You sit up slightly as you hear the jigglings of the keys, finally he had came back. You step out of your bed to see him. Satoru doesn't even tries to glance at you knowing you were standing behind him

"why didn't you come home early like you said" slips you lips,even though you didn't wanted to sound rude. Satoru just lets out an annoyed sigh as always.

"was busy with work,we can have a movie night later.." satoru said before leaving for bathroom to fresh himself up. You again walk off the the bedroom, laying down on it. Satoru comes to bed alot later than you,as satoru lays down you fight the urge to wrap your arms around him. His back facing you, missing how satoru used to hold you against his chest. You wait a few minutes, waiting for him to relax fully so you could wrap your arms around him. Finally when the moment comes,you gently wrap your around him torso just to-

"y/n." You freeze up, fearing he would push you away again.

"w-what is it" you mumble

"i am not in the mood"

"but i was just want to cuddle satoru.." you traill off, slowly pulling yourself away.

"just stop being clingy for a moment..please." satoru grumbles, before moving further away from you. Satoru noticed how hard your trying to continue your relationship with him. How your lips stays on his cheeks more longer than before. Everyday making dinner for him even though he doesn't comes home. Trying to takr extra care of him but all he does is pushing you away. Satoru feels the guilty covering him up again but- satoru cant help but love and miss his ex so much more than you...oh.

You don't say anything, just lay down. Trying your best to keep your teaes to yourself that are already peaking in the corner of your eyes. Satoru still hasn't moved on yet got in a relationship with you,its your fault for still continuing this barely alive relationship. But you cant help but be selfish. trying your best to make him forget about his ex by giving him all the love you have for him. You felt so so much stupid but you loved him so much more than you loved yourself. He was your everything. You silently cry yourself to sleep again, waking up to a empty bed. You take your phone to check all the texts finally, opening the shokos contact. Oh,you feel like your heart stops beating. Why is there a photo of satoru with a familiar girl? What is that. Not even reading her texts you hit the call button to talk with shoko. Did satoru really met his ex? No that's not true,it shouldn't be true.

"y/n" shoko say behind your phone, already knowing you will say.

"w-whos that girl with satoru w-why does s-she looks like his e-ex-" you speak with the tremblings on your lips, already trying to stop the tears.

"y/n try to relax a little bit,i know it doesn't feels real but it is. I caught him talking with her. And it's the best for me to tell you. I am sorry what that asshole has did to you. Its the best if you two break up,you don't deserve him y/n. This relationship isn't healthy for you" shoko sighed,she couldn't help tell you all these things and as much details as she could. After all the talking and crying you finally hung up. cheeks stained with tears as your breath was stil Hitching. Maybe your the other woman here. The other woman who didn't get the love she wanted. You feel like crying again. You try your best to keep your pieces together as you finally left for work. The night you came home alone as always. No satoru to greet you warmly. You slip down on your bed,not even bothering to remove your clothes. Satoru is the only hope for you but tonight you will ask him. If he loves you more or her. Everything inside you feels hollow. The sheets had his scent but it only increased the pain in your heart.

"satoru.." you finally spoke after he got in the bed,satoru looked at your. His blue irises missing the loving gaze. you take a deep breath.

"we have to talk" you said, avoiding eye contact with him

"what do you wanna talk about now, don't tell me why did i came home late tonight even though you know the reason" satoru mutters, your miserable. Satoru is the reason yet seeing the tired expressions and dark circles,his sadness underneath it makes your heart clench. You know no Matt what you'll never be able to hate this man. The man that never loved you like you wanted to.

"why do you always push me away? Is it her?" You blurt out. "Do you still love her?"

Satoru freezes,why are you asking him this? Yiu should know it. Know it and left him already,you don't deserve a man like him. You deserve better. His mouth opens to say something but it closes again.

"answer me satoru. Please.." you look at him with the pleading eyes of yours,you want to know it. You don't know when this talk turned into a argument,him yelling at you while you yell at him,tears streaming down your face when finally admits the truth you never wanted to exist.

"yes i do love her. I love her more than you" satoru grumbles, feeling guilt and anger at the same time, how the hurt was painted on your face, how the fat tears were running down your face. he walks away from the room, planning on sleeping on the couch. All you could do was cry more,you knew he loved her more than you. Or Maybe he had never tried to love you. You were something he used to forget about his ex. So why did it hurted this much hearing it from his mouth. Your sobs were loud,satoru could hear it. All he could do was ignore. And you crying yourself to to your most painful sleep. You and satoru broke things off but your love for him never disappeared. You felt like a dead body who's heart was still beating. At work you'd see him, looking so happy with his students. But you were never able to make him this much happy, you thought. Today you had a mission to complete. A special grade, knowing that you were far from it. Oh how your heart had ached so badly when you saw him in a cafe with her. You don't know why did you agreed to this but you did. You couldn't get what was going on in your life. Everything felt meaningless without him,he was your sun and you were the moon. The moon who nedded the sun but the sun was focused on the earth. Actually its her. And no one. So when the curse's arm pierced through your chest you didn't fought back,tiu didn't had the energy to continue anything anymore. Being dead would be more peaceful than living a life so painful like this. Maybe in another life,you would be satoru's earth.

Satoru looks at your dead body laying in shoko's morgue,he told himself he doesn't loves you but seeing you here laying lifeless, knowing that you were there for him no matter what. You loved him no matter what. His heart ached. He still remembers how you you cried when satoru told you he still loves his her,her who's getting married to someone next year. His hand gently holds yours, caressing you cold knuckles. The white clothe around you had almost soaked in your blood.

"maybe in another life I'll be able to love you,y/n."

Okayyy i tried my best:((( thanks again for the request nonnie!! And English isn't my first language sorry if i did any mistakes:)

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genshin-obsessed · 3 months ago

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Can you do a Honkai Star Rail vampire au with Dang Heng, Blade, Caelus, and Jing Yuan? Pwetty pwease?

Ooh you know I don’t think I’ve done these for hsr yet o: I’m just doing general hcs but lemme know if you want something specific 💕

✩ Caelus

He’s still new to all this, maybe about five or so years. It’s definitely a work in progress for him. The incident of being turned still haunts him.

He does need to drink more often than the older ones. About four times a week. His urges are still pretty strong and he needs to be locked up on some nights.

When he started dating you, it was fine. He didn’t tell you immediately, duh, and managed to keep it a secret for a while. While he felt guilty, he didn’t know how to tell you.

Well, lucky for him— or unlucky— he ended up biting you accidentally. It was the cliche situation where you cut your hand and he just lost it. Thankfully, he didn’t hurt you too much. He bit a little hard and left a bruise though.

Your blood is by far his favorite. Most likely due to his attraction to you. He doesn’t deny it and will ask on very rare occasions to have your blood. He actually finds it satiates him longer than animal blood.

✩ Dan Heng

Much older compared to Caelus. He was actually born one so he wasn't turned. Apparently, he was turned a few lifetimes ago or something.

While he is older, he’s a more hungry vampire. Instead of feeding twice a week like most of his age, he still feeds four nights a week. He does find he needs less though, like one glass instead of a liter or so. While the urge is there it isn’t super strong except on extremely rare nights.

He didn’t have a hard time concealing his identity when he began dating you. He didn’t think it was safe for you to know at the time.

The way you found out was you decided to surprise him at his place and when you snuck in, you saw him drinking the actual blood. He tried to play it off but you weren’t buying it.

The first time he drank from you was at your request. He never asked if he could have your blood, unsure of how you’d take it. Lucky for him, you offered.

Your blood is so much sweeter and more savory than anything he’s had before and it’s genuinely ruined other blood for him. Animal blood? Might as well be spoiled milk.

✩ Jing Yuan

The oldest out of all of them. He turned so long ago he barely remembers any details. He just knows that it was a friend of his... who wasn't really a friend.

His urges are a lot easier for him to control at this age. He's seen many people bleed a lot and hasn't really lost control. Did plenty when he was younger. He feeds about once a week, he can push it out to two weeks, he'll need more blood. He's extremely careful NOT to go hungry for too long, he doesn't want to accidentally hurt someone.

He doesn't have a hard time hiding this from anyone. He can go out into the sun just fine, but not for too long and he's not constantly hungry.

You found out later in the relationship when he felt comfortable revealing it to you. Thankfully, you weren't too upset with him as it's not a secret he can just tell anyone. Though, any anger sent his way would've been accepted graciously as he did still lie.

The first time he drank from you was your own request. Jing Yuan knows the seriousness of drinking straight from the source, especially with someone he adores so much. Weird things tend to happen. While he can't turn you, there's other... things to be wary of. He does love your blood, it's so good, but he limits himself to once a month, maybe twice if you really want to.

✩ Bladie

He's still a fairly younger vampire but there's a little caveat with him that most don't have. Blade didn't turn properly which leads to several challenges. He remembers exactly who turned him and when as he had been mortally wounded and his friend was desperate to save him.

While he's done a great job controlling his urges, they will hit at the absolute worst times. Namely when he's around you. Everything's gonna be fine, he's been keeping his drinking schedule and boom, you enter the room. It's like his entire body goes into panic mode and he usually just rushes past you without so much as an explanation.

Hiding it is very difficult, actually. So, the others already know. They're the ones who supply Bladie with blood and make sure that he always has enough.

You found out when everyone else did. You just don't know that you're the one who makes his urges go haywire all the time. Bladie doesn't know why and Kafka keeps saying it has to do with something as cliche as feelings.

Well, damn those stupid feelings because one day you insisted on talking to him. The urges hit him, you refused to leave, he was yelling at you, then you were pinned on his bed with him drinking from you.

Bladie won't admit it... but your blood is 100% better than everything else he's ever had. Silver Wolf did gift him human blood as a joke and he did finish it that night but you? Whole different story.

#caelus x reader #dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #gender neutral reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings

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thelazyhermits · 1 month ago

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Even though I prefer to wait until TWST events reach the ENG server before writing anything for them, I just couldn't help myself when it comes to my Yuu's first meeting with Skully cause I just love him, and I really wanted to give writing him a try.

There are spoilers for the new JPN Halloween event underneath the cut, so if you don't want to be spoiled, I'd recommend not reading this, although I'm not strictly following what happened with Skully & Yuu's first meeting in the event since I wanted to put my own spin on it.

Also, I purposely avoided bringing attention to the event outfits here since my Yuu's event outfit hasn't been decided yet, so I'll just say Yuu focuses on her and Skully's clothes after this scene lol

Lastly, for those not familiar with my writing, my Yuu is female, so if that's not your preference, you probably won't wanna read this.

For those who do decide to read this, I hope you'll enjoy it! 😊💕

When you regain consciousness, it’s to the sound of an unfamiliar voice calling out to you.

“Hello..? Hello, my dear? Lovely lady sleeping in my arms?”

Upon hearing that voice, your groggy mind immediately focuses on the incredibly warm, gentle tone the unknown speaker uses when addressing you, which you’re unaccustomed to hearing thanks to the kind of upbringing you had and the kind of people you currently go to school with.

Seconds after that voice pierces through the haze that’s currently clouding your mind, you finally register the fact that someone is holding you in their arms, keeping you safely and comfortably secure against their chest.

“Can you hear my voice?”

Once again, the unfamiliar voice addresses you, and at the same time, you feel a long, slender gloved finger brush against your cheek with a tenderness that surprises you.

Just who is this person?

And why do they sound genuinely concerned on your behalf? Why is everything about them so gentle?

“Hey, my dear, please, open your eyes for me…”

Upon hearing that request, you finally pry your heavy eyelids apart, so you can finally get some answers to the questions currently swirling around your groggy mind.

After blinking several times to clear your blurry vision, you take in the sight of a handsome, white-haired boy, who appears to be around your age, judging from his young face.

Just after your eyes open, the mysterious stranger beams, “Thank goodness, you’re awake!”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at that charming smile, which looks genuine from your perspective. That and the obvious relief in his voice, which doesn’t in any way sound forced, make you think that he really has been worried about you.

After taking a moment to scrutinize the sincerity of that smile, your eyes drift upwards and focus on the boy’s sunglasses, whose dark, circular lenses are completely hiding his eyes from view.

You have to fight the urge to click your tongue upon seeing those sunglasses since his eyes being hidden will make it difficult for you to properly read his expressions, which is why you never liked dealing with the people in Japan’s underworld who wore this type of eyewear specifically because they wanted to make themselves hard to read.

Ironically enough, just after the topic of his eyes occupies your thoughts, the still smiling stranger brings his face dangerously close to yours, making you think he really has no concept of personal space, considering he’s doing something like this and had no qualms about holding you while you were unconscious.

“Oh my, what dazzling eyes you have, my dear. They are just as lovely as you are. I am overjoyed to finally be able to see them at long last.”

Strangely enough, rather than have the immediate impulse to hit him, like what would normally happen under circumstances like these, you find yourself feeling only amused, perhaps because this boy reminds you a lot of Rook, whose eccentricities you’ve grown quite accustomed to these last several months.

Of course, it also helps that your instincts are telling you that this person isn’t a threat to you, and you’re always inclined to believe them since they’ve never lied to you before.

That’s why, rather than push this stranger away, you decide to take advantage of this perfect opportunity that he just unintentionally provided you.

Faster than he can react, you grab his sunglasses and move them upwards, allowing you a clear view of his wide, red eyes, whose pupils have a cool, concentric pattern.

A smirk rises to your lips. “If you’re gonna check out my eyes, it’s only fair you let me do the same.”

After moving his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head, you find yourself pausing after your eyes focus on the diamond-shaped patches of black hair that are now located directly beneath the sunglasses.

It kinda looks like a face…a very familiar face at that. You note. Although, I can’t remember why it looks so familiar to me…

Since there are more important matters that you need to attend to right now, you quickly shelve those thoughts, with the intention of going back to them later.

Quickly, you refocus your gaze on the face of the stranger, whose arms you woke up in, and firmly take hold of his chin, so you can keep him from moving his face away from yours since this close proximity will make it all the more easier for you to read his expressions.

Your earlier smirk returns when the mysterious boy becomes noticeably flustered, making you believe he’s not used to getting a taste of his own medicine. “Now, let’s have a little Q & A, Mr. Up Close And Personal, so I can decide what to do with you.”

Giving the befuddled boy no chance to refuse, you ask, “Alright, the first and most important question is: Why did you decide to pull an unconscious girl into your lap? Sure, I can get wanting to wake me after finding me in such a state, but was that all really necessary?”

Rather than appear apprehensive upon being on the receiving end of your piercing, judgmental stare, the mysterious stranger, who appears genuinely surprised by your question, frowns, “Obviously, I could not allow a lovely lady such as yourself to remain on the cold, hard ground! I wouldn’t be able to call myself a gentleman otherwise!”

Because you can tell that he’s not lying thanks to the obvious sincerity in his eyes and voice, some of the tension in your frame eases as your gaze somewhat softens. “Heh, good answer. While not every girl would accept it, considering the circumstances, I will since I can tell you had good intentions, although I would still advise not trying something like this with any other girls since most girls would understandably hit first and ask questions later.”

Judging from his puzzled expression, this boy truly has no idea why a girl would react in such a manner, giving you the impression that he can be rather oblivious when it comes to the effects his actions have on others.

Rather than try to explain things to him, you move onto your next two questions. “Second and third questions: Who are you, and how did you end up here with me?”

Much to your amusement, rather than appear bothered by your interrogation, the white-haired boy, who’s once again smiling and has seemingly forgotten his earlier embarrassment, cheerfully answers, “My name is Skully J. Graves. It’s nice to meet you!”

“As to how I ended up here with you, I stumbled upon your unconscious form by chance after I woke up in this unfamiliar place.” He continues, “I’m afraid I can’t provide any further information since I am just as confused as you must feel about these strange circumstances we’re both now facing.”

The corners of your lips dip downward. He’s not lying about finding me by chance, but I get the feeling he’s not being completely forthright with me about how he ended up here.

It’s possible he just doesn’t remember how he got here since my mind was rather hazy when I first woke up, although my memories of what happened with the crazy book that Grim opened at the used book fair are starting to come back to me. You think to yourself. He may think I won’t believe him if he claims to not remember how he got here, or he simply wants to avoid saying anything that may make him look suspicious.

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot!” Skully exclaims, successfully drawing you away from your thoughts. “How careless of me!”

His concerned eyes peer into yours. “How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere, my dear?”

Upon seeing that he’s genuinely concerned about you, your expression softens. While I get the feeling that there’s more than meets the eye with this guy, I can tell he’s not a bad person at heart. A bad person wouldn’t be so kind and gentle toward me, especially not while I’m interrogating them.

While this doesn’t necessarily mean Skully can be trusted, you can at least give him the benefit of the doubt and be open to the idea of eventually trusting him after getting to know him better.

I would still like to get some more info outta him, especially in regards to how he ended up in this place like me, but it’d probably be better if I space out my questions rather than bombard him with them all at once. You muse. While he’s been pretty accommodating thus far, that might change if I start asking questions that make him uncomfortable, and I’d rather avoid causing any kind of conflict right now when I’ve got other more important things to worry about.

Rather than continue interrogating him, it’d be better to just wait and ask more questions later on once Skully has become more comfortable with you, or even better, if you bide your time, you may glean new information from him that he willingly provides without you even needing to ask since he seems like a talkative kind of guy.

That’s why you finally release your hold on his chin, surprising him, since it’s really for the best that you quit giving him the third-degree, especially when the boy hasn’t even technically done anything wrong yet. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, er…”

Realizing you don’t know if Skully is someone you need to be more formal with like your upperclassmen or if he’s the same age as you, you ask, “How old are you? I can’t tell if you’re older than me or not, so I’m not sure how I should address you. I’m sixteen, by the way.”

Appearing noticeably pleased, Skully eagerly replies, “I am also sixteen! How wonderful to make a new friend who is the same age as me!”

“And you may address me however you please!” He adds, “I will be overjoyed regardless because such a lovely lady is calling me by name!”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards at his cute response. “You’re quite the charmer, huh? I like that. It’s rather refreshing, considering how most guys my age act.”

“Alright, considering you have no preference, I’ll just call you Skully and not worry about any formalities, like what I do with my other friends our age.” You add.

Your smile grows. “Since I’ve gotten enough info to satisfy myself for the time being, I’ll put an end to my little interrogation and introduce myself. My name is Yuu. It’s nice to meet you, Skully.”

Skully beams, “What a lovely name! I’m so glad to meet you, Yuu-san!”

Catching you by surprise, Skully gently takes hold of your hand and tenderly kisses your knuckles. “I thank you for this wonderful encounter.”

Once you overcome your surprise, your expression becomes amused. He did call himself a gentleman earlier, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming, especially with his formal, old-fashioned way of speaking. He’s just like the gentlemen characters you see on TV.

Luckily for him, you’ve always been fond of those types of characters, so you think the two of you will get along just fine.

Plus, it’s not everyday you meet someone this sweet and gentlemanly thanks to the kind of people you normally hang out with, so you want to make the most of this opportunity to get along with this somewhat odd yet still quite endearing boy.

A grin rises to your lips. Most importantly, when a boy acts this cute, it makes me wanna spend more time with him and look for opportunities to tease him to see if he’ll give me some equally adorable reactions.

That's why you decide to have a little fun by shifting your hand that’s currently still being held, so you can gently grab Skully’s, surprising him.

Giving him no chance to react, you bring his hand close to your mouth and tenderly kiss his knuckles, mirroring his previous actions, all the while channeling the princely charm Cater always has you show off for your fans on Magicam. “Likewise, handsome.”

Much to your delight, Skully instantly becomes incredibly flustered because of your actions - to the point his blush covers the majority of his face, making you think this is the first time someone has ever done something like this to him.

Even better, after you release your hold on his hand, Skully, who has apparently been rendered speechless, considering how quiet he now is, uses both of his hands to cup his incredibly flushed cheeks, making him look even more adorable.

Your grin grows at the incredibly endearing sight. Looks like he's the type who gets super flustered when flirted with, like Deuce and Sebek. How adorable. I’m definitely gonna have some fun with this boy. Hehe~

Regrettably, you don’t get to enjoy this moment for very long, because, seconds after you recall how Deuce and Sebek usually react to your playful flirting, you finally realize that something is missing here.

Or rather, some people.

Wide-eyed, you immediately turn to look around and realize that the only people in the surrounding area, which consists of a barren forest that stretches out as far as the eye can see, are you and Skully. “Wait a minute! Where are my friends?!”

I can’t believe I let myself get so distracted that I totally forgot about the others! You internally scream. I’m a horrible mother! Where are my sons?!

As you panickily try to climb out of Skully’s lap so you can start a search for Grim and the others, the white-haired boy catches you off guard when he suddenly rises to his feet and takes you along for the ride.

Once on his feet, Skully gently sets you down, so you can stand on your own. “There you are, Yuu-san. Now, what was that about ‘friends’? Did you not come here alone like myself?”

Rather than answer his question, all you can do is stare at this boy who’s now towering over you like a lanky giant. Holy shit. He’s tall. I had figured he would be a tall boy just from how he was hunched over me earlier, but I was not expecting him to be this big. He may be even taller than Jack and Tsunotaro!

Skully curiously tilts his head when you fail to answer his question. “Yuu-san? Are you alright?”

Realizing this is not the time for gaping like an idiot, you give yourself a quick mental shake before replying, “Yeah, sorry. I was just surprised by how tall you are. I have some friends our age who are tall, but I’m pretty sure you’re even bigger than them, which seriously amazes me.”

“Anyway, to answer your question, yes, I should have some friends with me here since they were all with me right before I ended up in this weird place.” You continue, “While it’s possible I’m the only one who ended up in this crazy predicament, I find it unlikely, considering how close some of them were to me when I got enveloped by the weird magic that brought me here.”

Much to your amusement, mere seconds after those words leave your mouth, you hear some incoherent screaming coming from the distance, and you immediately recognize that voice as belonging to Sebek since you'd know that booming voice anywhere.

Thankfully, the screaming you hear isn’t the kind that indicates Sebek is scared or in trouble, so more than likely, he’s just freaking out about his current circumstances and/or your absence.

Your shoulders slump with relief when you hear your son’s voice. “Speaking of my giant friends, that voice belongs to one of them. Thank goodness. At least, now, I know where I need to go.”

“Would you like to go with me, Skully?” You ask, “I’d hate to leave you on your own, and we’ll have a higher chance of getting out of this mess we’re in if we work together.”

Skully beams, “I would be more than happy to accompany you! Thank you for your kind invitation!”

With that settled, you turn to face the direction that Sebek’s screaming came from, but before you can start walking, Skully surprises you when he quickly moves to stand in front of you.

Before you can question his actions, Skully gracefully bows before offering you a hand, smiling all the while. “Please allow me to be your escort.”

Since you see no harm in it and it would be nice to have a hand to hold onto while you’re walking through this somewhat creepy forest, you reach out and take his proffered hand. “Alright, thank you. Do you know your way around this forest, Skully?”

He shakes his head. “No, unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with this forest like you.”

Grinning, Skully asks, “But don’t you think it’s a wonderful experience to wander hand-in-hand in a mysterious forest?”

His question makes you giggle. What a romantic. Skully just keeps getting more and more entertaining the longer I talk to him.

After you rein in your amusement, you warmly smile, “Holding hands definitely would make this situation better, so I’m fine with walking like this.”

Plus, someone, who’s as touch-starved as you, would never turn down the opportunity to hold hands with someone, just as long as you know that person isn’t dangerous, of course.

You squeeze Skully’s hand. And I can’t turn down a request from someone who seems to be as touch-starved as me, considering his past actions remind me a lot of how I typically act around my friends, not when I know hand-holding will make both of us equally happy.

For a moment, Skully just stares at you in surprise, or at least, you’re assuming he’s surprised since you can no longer see his full face thanks to his sunglasses, which he returned to their rightful place after he helped you to your feet earlier.

His reaction further convinces you that your hunch about him being touch-starved is right since he really seems very unaccustomed to someone willingly accepting his touch.

Just like how you were before you came to NRC….

Once he overcomes his surprise, Skully’s earlier cheerfulness returns with a vengeance as he happily replies, “Let us be off then! I look forward to meeting all of your companions, whom I’m sure are just as lovely as you!”

Unfortunately, I doubt they’ll be excited to meet you when we show up, and they see you holding my hand. You wryly think to yourself.

And, of course, you were exactly right.

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hellodarling1357 · 9 months ago

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#26 for the Cassian thing where reader is an IC member too and maybe them and Cassian have been seeing each other in secret for a while but Cass doesn't wanna tell anyone yet because he doesn't wanna mess up the dynamic or make things awkward for the rest of them but then all the stuff happens and Nesta comes along and reader's just sad and pissed because they're worried Cass is in love with Nesta now and secret plot twist oh no reader knows them and Cass are mates but it hasn't snapped for him yet so reader is losing it inside but obviously they can't tell any of their closest friends because Cassian still wants it to be a secret

even if you don't want to write this I hope you're having a great day/night ✩

Forever Tied - Cassian x Reader

Hello hello 🥰

The original prompt list I reblogged has disappeared for some reason so now I have no idea what #26 actually was but I did my best with the request you sent me so hopefully this still works, sorry Anon! I've made it extra long to make up for it!

Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 9.3k

Rhys was trapped Under the Mountain and there was nothing you could do to help. You had crumbled upon hearing his voice in your mind that last time, having no idea what this meant for your friend, your court, or even for Prythian. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen to your knees until a familiar, warm body had knelt next to you and pulled you into their shaking arms.

Cassian had been in the city centre of Velaris when he had heard, all plans for the day disappearing as the realisation of what had happened hit him full blast. Without thinking, he flew back to the House of Wind, unable and unwilling to process this alone. Although, subconsciously, there was really only one person he wanted to be with in that moment. Azriel would have distanced himself upon hearing the news, Amren was at her apartment, and Mor was at the town house, leaving only you in the House of Wind.

He stumbled in his rush as he landed on the balcony and raced inside. His heart broke even further at the sounds of muffled sobs that echoed towards him. In a blind haze he followed the sounds and found you on the ground, as though your legs had completely given out, unable to bare the weight of what had occurred. Without thinking, Cassian was beside you, pulling you into his arms as he rubbed soothing circles across your back, despite the way his own hands shook as tears threatened to burn at his eyes.

Your breathing eventually evened out, the only trace of your tears were the tracks along your cheeks and the redness of your eyes. Turning in his arms, you looked up at Cassian as though only just properly noticing that he was the comforting, warm presence that brought you back from your distressed state.

“We have to do something,” Your voice was a croaked whisper, “I know he said he put up a shield, but there has to be something we can do to help.”

The shaky inhale of Cassian’s breath told you enough. He didn’t think there was anything that could be done. Truthfully, you didn’t either.

You looked at your friend in awe as a singular tear streaked down his face, followed by another, and another. In all the centuries you had been friends, the sight of the male in front of you crying was one you had very rarely witnessed.

“Cass,” You lifted a hand to his face, gently brushing away his tears. Cassian was always the one who held everyone and everything together, and if this was the one time he openly showed he needed someone else to keep from falling apart, you would more than willingly be that person for him. “It’s going to be okay, alright? We’ll figure something out. And Rhys… well, it’s Rhys. He’s going to be just fine.”

The watery smile you gave him didn’t quite meet your eyes, the expression quickly replaced with alarm as Cassian’s breathing quickened, eyes screwed shut as though trying to compose himself. This you had never seen. Cassian completely losing control, his body shaking against yours as sobs escaped his throat.

“He’s gone,” The strangled sound that came from him had your heart splitting in two. “Amarantha, she will…she’s already…” He couldn’t seem to find the words, or couldn’t bear the thought of saying what was running through his head with Amarantha being involved.

“We’ll get him back.” You soothed, hands reaching up as you guided his head into the crook of your neck, fingers running through his dark wave of hair.

But he wasn’t calming, if anything, Cassian found himself spiralling further and further out of control, the emotions and the ‘what ifs’ sending him into a state of panic where even your comforting presence could do nothing to sooth his hyperventilating breaths, the tears, and the shaking that racked through him.

“Cass?” You pulled back, trying to force him to look at you. “Cassian? Hey, I need you to open your eyes, just focus on me, okay? There you go. Now just take in one deep breathe, alright? Just one, that’s all I need you to do. Okay, and again. You’re alright. We’re alright.”

Cassian’s hazel eyes stared into yours as you talked him through his breathing, your hands soothingly moving up and down his arms as you knelt in front of him and offered a comforting smile as you watched his panic slowly ebb away.

“Y/N, I—" Cassian started, eyes wide as he gulped and continued staring at you. Before you could blink or react in anyway, he was surging forward; one hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck, the other was gently placed on your thigh, and then his lips were hurriedly pressed against yours. You stilled and tensed in his grasp, it was all too much after everything else that had happened, but still… Maybe a distraction is what you both needed. So instead of pulling away, you leant into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him even closer, and kissing him back with such an urgency that a moan sounded in the back of his throat.

“Y/N,” he muttered against your lips, forehead resting against your own, his breath brushing across your face as it came out in heavy pants.

You just shushed him, also refusing to move too far away. “I know, it’s fine. Just a distraction.”

He looked at you for one more blink and then hungrily pressed against you, this time lowering you to the floor, his muscled body hovering over yours as you lost yourselves in the moment, desperate to forget what had happened and all that was yet to transpire.

*****

Afterwards, you lay on the floor next to one another in the, now dark, room. The combination of your heavy breathes were the only sounds that broke through the silence.

Cassian let out a sigh followed by a chuckle, “Well that was one hell of a distraction.”

You turned your head to look at him and let out a quiet, breathless laugh. Yes, it had been a momentary distraction but now what had happened to Rhys, to Prythian, hung heavy in the room. Cassian turned on his side, leaning up on one arm as he faced you, taking in your still flushed, blissed out expression that now had something akin to pain creeping across it.

“Hey,” He gently grabbed your hand and soothed his thumb across the back of it. “Like you said, we’re alright. And we will get him back.”

You nodded at him then pulled yourself up, tugging your shirt back on before throwing Cassian his discarded clothes.

“Come on, we should find the others. Try to figure something out.”

*****

And that was that.

There was no mention of what had happened between the two of you. No comment on the fact that it had been, without a doubt, and despite the current situation you found yourselves in, the best sex either of you had ever had.

No, even when it happened again three weeks later, and then one week after that, and four days after that, again, and again, and again, it remained an unspoken agreement between the two of you. That momentary distraction where you could lose yourselves in the pleasure of one another and forget about the mess you were left to deal with.

That was how it worked for the next few years. You and Cassian falling into a routine of comfort that you were unable, unwilling, to get from anyone else. You had no idea if the rest of the Inner Circle were aware of what was going on; in terms of your friendship, nothing had changed, there were just additional benefits that came with it now. It didn’t mean anything more.

That is, of course, until your routine had morphed into something that felt like it was on the precipice of something else.

The sex was just as mind-blowingly passionate, however, there were now some instances where it was a bit slower and less frantic, more whispered words and lingering touches. Where the two of you used to chat afterwards, an arm’s worth of distance between you as you slipped back into your normal friendship until the other one left to return to their own room, you now found yourselves wrapped up in each other’s arms, hands softly caressing skin until you both drifted into a restful sleep.

Which is where you now found yourself; wrapped up in Cassian’s arms as he softly snored against you, hand tightly holding onto yours and legs tangled together. You eased out of his grasp, careful not to disturb him and lent against the headboard with a sigh. Usually, you would wake the next morning, offer a small smile, then get on with your day, Rhys’ absence still a clear focus for you all. However, lately you had found yourself letting your mind drift more and more, especially in moments like these where Cassian was still beside you and the bubble you lost yourselves in was yet to be broken.

Each and every time you hated yourself for it, guilt taking over until you forcefully pushed the thoughts away, but you couldn’t help but think that, at some point, you all needed to continue your lives and break away from the standstill existence you had been in since Amarantha took over.

You would never say it out loud, but as the years went on, you had lost all hope of ever getting Rhys back. And if that were the case, and as much as you wished it weren’t, at some point you had to start living for yourselves again. Deep down, in the dark and quiet moments when you awoke and the house was fast asleep, you knew exactly what you wanted that life to look like.

You let out another sigh and looked at Cassian, softly brushing some stray hair away from his face and taking the time to really study his sleep-softened features. You hadn’t meant for it to get this far, but after centuries of friendship, and now the years of intimacy you had shared, the love you felt for Cassian had grown and taken form into a whole different avenue of affection. You were in love with him. You loved him and your heart ached at the thought of it because if you allowed yourself this one bit of happiness into your life, the solidarity and support that Cassian provided, then you couldn’t help but think of it as forgetting about Rhys and the torture he had been enduring whilst you were slowly and deeply falling head over heels with one of your best friends.

The worst part of it was that you were certain Cassian felt the same way about you. The way he held you and touched you, the words he whispered into your ear as you were both tangled, panting messes and then the dazed murmurings that were uttered into the silence afterwards, the longing glances he would give you when the others weren’t looking…

What had started as a desperate distraction and pure, physical need had grown into something so much more meaningful and intimate. And yet you both refused to acknowledge that it was anything other than sex as a means to cope with the instability in your lives.

“Hey,” You hadn’t realised Cassian had stirred, his gruff, sleep-filled voice tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Y/N?” Your expression pulled in confusion at the sudden worry in his voice as he sat up and grasped your hand. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

It wasn’t until his fingers were reaching up to brush away the tears on your cheeks that you realised you had been silently crying.

“I… I don’t know.” You said with a slight sniffle.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Cassian pulled you into his lap, your head resting on his chest as he pressed kisses to the top of your head and rubbed soothing patterns across your back. The unfairness of the situation had you stifling a small sob, Cassian’s embrace reminding you of exactly what you were missing.

“Want to talk about it?” He murmured into your hair, followed by another kiss.

Whether it was the build-up of emotions or your complete and utter exhaustion, you didn’t know and didn’t care. You sat up in Cassian’s arms, desperately looking for any form of confirmation that what you were about to say wouldn’t ruin everything, then took a deep breath.

“This…whatever this is between us, I can’t keep doing it. Not how it is now,” You were too caught up to notice the heartbroken expression that flashed across his face.

Cassian had willingly fallen into this arrangement and would happily continue to do so if it meant he could pretend, even for just a few hours a day, that you were his, and he was yours. There had always been a part of him that had been completely and utterly in love with you. And then when he found out Rhys had been trapped by Amarantha, his emotions had been a surging mess, so he acted on instinct and a selfish need for the upmost form of comfort and risked it all by kissing you. Now the thought that this one bit of joy he allowed himself was being ripped away, another thing he would be losing, sent his heart racing as he waited for the final blow of your words.

“It hurts too much.” You continued, looking down at your intertwined hands before pulling away.

Cassian looked up at you in confusion, “What hurts too much?”

“This. Us,” A shaky laugh escaped you as you gestured to the empty space between you, throwing all caution to the wind as you said, “I can’t keep pretending that this isn’t anything more than a distraction. Not when I have fallen so deeply in love with you that the thought of never…”

You were cut off by Cassian all but picking you up and kissing you with such passion that you couldn’t stop your toes from curling or the small whimper that escaped your throat.

“You love me?” His voice was breathless and gravelly, barely above a whisper. You opened your eyes, his forehead rested against yours, eyes squeezed shut as though trying to hold onto the moment.

“Yes.”

A joyful laugh sounded from him and reverberated through you as his lips found yours again, tongue trailing along your bottom lip before you parted them for him.

Your mind was racing yet you couldn’t form a coherent thought, pulling away in a desperate attempt to catch your breath.

“Good.”

“Cass?”

“Good. Because I have loved you since we first met and I can’t lose you, not now.”

You grinned at him before pulling his face down to meet yours and slamming your lips to his. You had thought that maybe, just maybe, he had been starting to feel something that was more than friendship too. But the idea of him loving you for that long made your heart skip a beat and had butterflies fluttering up a storm in your stomach.

“I feel horrible,” You admitted, quick to clarify at the affronted look Cassian gave you. “It just feels wrong, like we’re betraying Rhys. We don’t…we don’t even know if he is alive, Cass. I want this, with you, more than anything. But it doesn’t feel right while everything is so…” You trailed off, unable to meet his gaze as Cassian watched you with a look of contemplation.

“So we don’t say anything. We can keep it between us, at least for now. We’ve gotten this far without the others asking questions. I love you, so much, and as much as I want everyone to know, I get what you mean. So we don’t say anything until we get him back. And we will get him back, I know we will. Alright?" You nodded; eyes wide as you grasped his calloused hands in yours.

“Besides, I basically sleep here every night anyway. Nothing will really change between us, just that I can now tell you and show you that I love you, instead of having to force the words down every time you so much as look at me.” A blush spread across your cheeks at his words and the wink that followed, but you didn’t care to hide it, instead simply giving him a dazzling smile that sent his heart racing.

He pulled you in for another kiss, murmuring “I love you” as he guided you back down onto the mattress.

“I love you too—" But a loud yawn escaped your mouth, cutting off the rest of your words and sending you into a small fit of giggles.

“Alright, we’ll continue this tomorrow,” Cassian now laughed with you. “Come on, it’s late. Get some sleep.”

You wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his chest, the comforting and familiar scent had you drifting off in a matter of minutes.

*****

Cassian had been right, not a lot in your dynamic had changed over the years after that night, other than the giddying comfort of knowing that he was yours, and you were his. You weren’t foolish enough to think that the others hadn’t picked up on the slight shift, especially when Cassian had waltzed out of your room one morning only to come face to face with Azriel. You just assumed that they thought you were sleeping together, nothing more.

Then when Rhys returned, you had been, obviously, overjoyed. Not wanting to bombard him with too much on his first night back, you and Cassian had decided later that night once you were back in your room, to hold off on saying anything about your relationship until Rhys had settled back in.

Then everything else had happened.

The arrival of Feyre and her sisters. Hybern and the cauldron. The war and near fatal injuries spread throughout your tight-knit group. It was all too much.

You and Cassian had been discussing back and forth for months: do you tell them or keep hiding it. Ultimately, keeping your relationship secret is what you always landed on. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were just finding excuses at this point to keep yourselves in your happy little bubble when so much threated to burst it.

Initially, you hadn’t wanted to rub your relationship in Rhys’ face when he was so clearly pining after Feyre who wanted nothing to do with him. Then their mating bond clicked, and you didn’t want to take away or overshadow their happiness with your own. The threat from Hybern felt like you would be playing with fire; if the King of Hybern found out… it was too great a risk when your enemies could use it against you.

Between it all, you still found time to be together; not once did the love you felt for one another falter. But with each excuse, and with each passing month, the decision wore on you more and more.

And then Rhys asked Cassian to take on Nesta.

You felt for her, you really did, but the time and energy Cassian put into helping her had a pit forming in your stomach. At the end of each day, when you were tucked tightly into his chest and his sweet nothings were whispered across your bare skin, you felt silly for ever thinking that he was losing interest in you. Yet, that feeling lingered just that little bit longer with each passing day and with each moment spent away from him when he was, instead, occupied with her.

*****

You had been away in the Summer Court the night that Nesta had hallucinated about being back in the cauldron. After you finished reporting to Rhys upon your return the following night, he had told you what had happened with her silver flames and how Cassian had managed to bring her out of it. With worry for all of them, you got back to the House of Wind as soon as you could but couldn’t find Cassian, Azriel, or Nesta anywhere. It wasn’t until later when you were getting ready for bed that there was a knock on your bedroom door. What you didn’t expect was to find Cassian on the other side of it, you weren’t sure why he suddenly decided to start knocking on the door to the room you had shared for the past 50 years.

With a quizzical look you pulled him inside the room and lent up on your toes to press a soft kiss to his lips that had him instantly wrapping his arms around your frame to pull you in tighter against him.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your skin, trailing lingering kisses down your neck that had a soft moan escaping you.

“I missed you. Rhys told me what happened here, are you alright? Is Nesta?”

Cassian pulled back, pressing another kiss to your lips then the tip of your nose before grabbing your hands and leading you to the couch by the fireplace.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” You remained silent, your doubt erupting in you as you waited for him to continue with bated breath. “We moved her to a closer room, next door to our, your, room, so that if something like that happens again one of us will know straight away.”

Cassian pulled back slightly, studying your features as though waiting for a reaction. You expression remained impassive; you could feel the other shoe about to drop and wanted him to tell you without beating around the bush.

“But,” He sighed, lifting your hand up and pressing a kiss to it, “I think, just for now, at least until things calm down a bit, I should go back to sleeping in my old room.”

“No.”

“Y/N – “

“No, Cassian,” You were shaking your head at him, not caring if you sounded needy or whiny or any of it. “This is the only time we can just be us. It’s already hard enough with keeping it a secret from everyone, I can’t lose this.”

“We decided, together, to keep this between us, there’s too much going on. And I don’t think Nesta will appreciate hearing us through the walls…” You cut him off with a scoff.

“Are you fucking serious, Cass? Are you worried about everyone finding out, or are you worried about Nesta finding out?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I never get to see you because you’re always with her. And now, because of her again, everything that our relationship is needs to go on hold? It’s not fair that after 50 years all I get is a few hours at the end of the day and to be kept your secret from everyone we care about.” You spat the word, all your emotions and fears finally bubbling over, however irrational they may be, but you had had enough.

“Sweetheart, we agreed that it’s for the best that we keep this between ourselves – “

“Well, I don’t agree anymore, Cass. I don’t want it like this. And don’t condescend me.” Your voice had a sharp snap to it. You needed something. Needed something other than the heartbreak that you could feel fast approaching; and a fight sounded like the next best thing.

“I’m not being condescending,” You could sense Cassian’s temper rising. “You can’t suddenly be angry because you’ve changed your mind without saying anything to me. And Nesta has nothing to do with this, it’s for...”

But the rest of his words became a blur at the sudden, incessant tug that pulled at your chest; that pulled you towards the male in front of you.

He was your mate.

Cassian was your mate.

You couldn’t do this, not now when you were in the middle of a fight. Not when Cassian didn’t even seem to be aware – or seem to care, a small voice taunted – of what had just happened. You needed to get away from him, to calm down and think before it could get even more out of hand.

“Cassian, just… Whatever, it’s fine. I’m tired, so just go back to your room, okay? We’ll figure the rest out later. I’m just…tired.” You finished lamely, voice cracking slightly as you watched him look you over, his frustration still evident, before walking out and loudly shutting the door behind him.

You slumped down, holding your knees to your chest as the sobs began. You had thought, had hoped, that Cassian was your mate. But this wasn’t how it was meant to go. Not mid-fight, with him having no idea of the bond’s existence while telling you he no longer wants to share your bed.

Having been so caught up in your thoughts and the overflooding emotions, you missed the flickering of shadows that darted around you. Moments later there was another knock on your door. Wiping your eyes, you called out in a chocked voice, “come in,” assuming it was Cassian.

Instead, Azriel quickly opened the door, closing it just as fast, before taking in the sight before him and making his way over to you.

“Y/N?” You could only sniffle in response, gratefully leaning against his side when his arm wrapped around you. “You alright?”

You remained silent for a few minutes, focusing on Azriel’s comforting hand brushing up and down your arm as you worked to control your breathing and halt your tears.

“I’m fine.” Your voice was hoarse and not at all convincing.

“Want to try that again?” You sent your elbow into his ribs, making the Shadowsinger chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

With a sigh he asked, “This has nothing to do with the fact that Cassian is suddenly sleeping in his room for the first time in, what? 50 years?”

You gaped up at your friend in shock and at a loss for words.

“You knew?

“Of course I knew. I live here too, remember? As subtle as you might think you’re being, I’ve got these,” His shadows danced around, reminding you that it was stupid to even entertain the idea that Azriel wouldn’t know.

“Oh,” A fresh set of tears filled your eyes and you stared intently into the flickering fire.

“Can you please take me to the town house? I don’t… I can’t be here.” Despite the late hour, you knew he would do anything for you in a heartbeat. While you and Cassian had been friends for decades before anything more had happened, you and Az had been close from the start, instant friends as soon as you had met.

“Of course.”

He waited for you by your bedroom door as you pulled together a small bag of your belongings, not knowing when you would be back.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

You didn’t turn to give the room that held so many memories a final glance as you shut the door behind you and followed Azriel out onto the balcony.

*****

Thankfully, the town house was dark and empty when you arrived, giving you the space and silence to process your thoughts and feelings. You had thanked Azriel for flying you over and had said a quick goodnight before you walked inside and headed upstairs.

Sitting on your bed, you vacantly stared at the wall, lost in thought as the minutes ticked by. You jumped at the sudden dip of the mattress beside you, only to find Azriel sitting there fixing you with a look of concern, a steaming cup of tea extended towards you.

“Thanks,” You murmured, taking a sip and revelling in the slight burn as the liquid went down your throat. “I thought you went home.”

“Not yet. Didn’t want to leave you alone like this.” There was a beat of silence before, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,”

You let out a weary sigh, content on sitting in silence but your thoughts quickly became too much, and you found yourself blurting out, “He’s my mate.”

Azriel whipped around to face you, shock coating his features.

“What? They didn’t tell you?” You gestured to the shadows that skittered around him with a sad smile.

“For how long? I thought you were just sleeping together.” He trailed off, giving you an uncharacteristically sheepish expression as you let out a somewhat bitter laugh.

“It started that way, when Rhys…left,” You whispered, revelling in finally telling someone even though it may well be over. “It was a distraction from the shit show that was going on, but then it just kept happening.” Azriel remained silent, letting you talk.

“A few years in, I realised I had fallen in love with him,” you voice cracked but you kept going, “Then he told me he loved me too. Said he had for a while.”

Azriel chuckled lightly, “That’s an understatement. He was infatuated with you from the moment you met. I knew something was going on or something had at least happened when he suddenly stopped talking to me about you whenever you weren’t there.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks at his words, but with a look and a comforting squeeze of his hand, you let out a shuddering breath and continued, “That was five years into Rhys being gone, and we’ve been together ever since.”

“Five years into… But Y/N, how? That means for over 45 years, the two of you have been…” You sniffed as he put the math together and watched as his eyes widened at the realisation. “How come you never told us?”

“We felt guilty that we found some type of happiness together when Rhys was trapped – “

“He wouldn’t have cared. He would have been happy for you; for both of you” Azriel interjected.

“I know,” You smiled sadly, “But it just didn’t feel right. And then he got back, and everything with Feyre and Hybern happened – it was never the right time.”

You could tell he was still confused, hurt even, about the two of you keeping your relationship private for so long, but he didn’t push you.

“I don’t know how I missed it.” He said, seemingly to himself.

“You only half missed it,” You joked, nudging his arm to try to ease the tension in the room. “We tried to act the same, things were just different when we were alone.”

“When did you realise you were mates?” You inhaled sharply, your earlier fight rushing back to you.

“Tonight. We were arguing and I just felt this tug and knew. He doesn’t know – at least I don’t think he knows.” You voiced your doubts, the weight of them getting the better of you.

“If he knew, he would refuse to leave your side. It just hasn’t snapped into place for him yet.” You gave your friend an appreciative smile and lent your head on his shoulder.

“I’m so tired.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll come back in the morning to check on you. You’re alright here?”

“Thanks Az.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving the room; leaving you alone to finally mull over the fight, your emotions, and the fact that Cassian was your mate.

*****

“What’s up with you?” Mor plopped into the seat beside you, handing you a glass of wine that you gratefully took.

“Nothing,” You quickly murmured as the others traipsed into the dining room. You were aware of Cassian edging towards you and held in a sigh of relief when Azriel suddenly appeared in the seat on your other side.

It had been a week since you left the House of Wind to stay at the town house. A week since your fight with Cassian when you realised exactly what he was to you. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eye. Despite his best efforts to get you alone over the past few days, you conveniently managed to slip away every time. Tonight’s family dinner was the closest you had been to him all week, the realisation only making your longing for him even more dire – especially now that you were aware of that insistent tug that pulled you towards him.

Dinner was no different to how it usually went, except for the fact that you hardly said a word, opting to keep your eyes focused on the food in front of you. You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice that Cassian also didn’t utter a single word throughout the meal, the only difference between you both was that his eyes were fixed on you, not his plate.

You jumped up as soon as everyone had finished eating, wanting to help clear the plates so you could get out and go home as soon as possible, not wanting to prolong the night for any longer than it needed to be. Too bad for you, Cassian was acutely attuned to your movements and jumped out of his seat seconds after to help in a desperate attempt to have at least one moment to talk to you.

Filling the sink with hot, soapy water, you sensed, rather than saw, Cassian follow you into the kitchen, body tensing up as he silently walked to your side. You worked in silence, scrapping dishes, washing plates, drying, and putting away. Cassian’s eyes were fixed on you, brows furrowing further with every passing moment you continued to ignore him.

“Y/N,” His voice was quiet, unsure. So different to his usual tone that it had you involuntarily turning to face him. Your heart stammered in your chest, the longing and hurt and confusion that had been tearing you apart in your time away from him threatened to burst as you finally met his hazel stare. “Are you… Are we okay? You just left and I had to find out from Az that you’re staying at the town house and now you can barely even look at me.”

His words came out hurried, frantic, as though if he spoke any slower you would disappear. Guilt flooded you at the hurt you found in his eyes, but your anger was still very much present, the lingering fear of him choosing Nesta over you held too strong for you to succumb to those feelings of guilt.

“I just need some time.” Voice barely above a whisper, you inwardly cursed as your vision blurred over with tears.

“Time for what? Y/N I don’t know what’s going on–”

“You both okay?”

Neither you nor Cassian heard Azriel approach, both turning to gape at your friend who hesitantly stood in the doorway.

“Fine. Just fine.” You pushed past him on your way out, not giving Cassian a second glance as you entered the spacious loungeroom to say goodnight to everyone. A few moments later the pair walked in after you, you missed the loaded glances they shared, not privy to the hurried conversation they had after you left the kitchen where Cassian had all but begged Azriel to intervene, to allow him the chance to finally talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N?” You turned to look expectantly at Azriel. “Did you still need me to fly you up to the House of Wind for that book?”

“Oh. Yeah, if that’s alright?” In your rush to get away the night you left you had forgotten to pack the next book you had been planning to read.

“Does tonight work? If you’re just about to head off…”

“Sure, I was just going to go…home.” Your voice trailed at the end, willing the blush away as you kept your head held high. You felt as though you didn’t know what home was anymore.

“Great, Cassian was just about to leave as well. He’ll take you up there.” With a clap to Cassian’s shoulder, Azriel sauntered over to where Rhys and Amren were talking, brushing off their questioning glances as he pointedly ignored you, allowing no room for dispute.

“Oh…”

“Is that alright?” You tensed at Cassian’s voice, glancing over your shoulder to find his wary eyes on you. It wasn’t like you could say no, it was not alright, without making a scene. You would be having words with Azriel the next time you saw him; judging by the slight smirk he was wearing, he seemed to assume just as much.

“Erm, yes. If that’s okay?” Cassian simply nodded before gesturing to the front door and, after another quick goodbye to everyone, you found yourselves outside. Another fumbled moment, then you were held tightly in Cassian’s arms with the rush of the crisp night air and an uncomfortable silence engulfing you both as he flew you towards the House of Wind.

You couldn’t stand the awkwardness. It had never been like this between the two of you and you hated that this is what it had come to. The relationship you shared, whether that be friendship or more, it had always come so naturally. Now you were faced with a stilted, tense atmosphere, not quite knowing what to say or where you stood. Then there had been the fight. Sure, you had argued before, after decades of knowing each other, you were bound to come into some disagreements along the way. But you had never had a fight like this, where you had both been so riled up, fuming at the other to the point where you had both stormed away and then not spoken for days. You hated it.

So caught up in your thoughts, you missed the slight detour Cassian was taking you on, only noticing once you were placed back on your feet and found yourself in the middle of the training ring, rather than the usual balcony that led into the house itself.

“What…”

“We’re hashing this out. Right now.”

“You want to…fight?”

“What?” Cassian did a double take, as if just connecting the location with why you would think that. “No, I don’t want to fight. That’s the problem, we are fighting. This just seemed like the most private place to work things out.”

You eyed him hesitantly, not knowing what you wanted your next step to be, especially when the urge to wrap your arms around him and inhale the scent that was so him, the scent that had become home, was so strong.

“So, words or swords?” Your eyes snapped to Cassian as he fiddled with the one of the discarded swords you usually sparred with.

Words

You wanted words. To talk this all out and be done with it, whichever way that turned out to be. But then an image flashed across your mind; an image of Cassian standing up here with Nesta, hands guiding her into the correct form, fingers shifting along her own to straighten her hold on the blade…

Without a single word, you walked to where Cassian was and hauled your own blade up.

“Okay then.” There was a slight smirk on Cassian’s face as he followed behind you into the centre of the training ring. The quirk of his eyebrow was all you needed before you were moving towards him, swords meeting with a clash that pierced the night.

You didn’t think about the moves you were making, giving way to centuries of refined and well-practiced instinct. Cassian was stronger, you knew he would hold out for longer, but you were well matched for now. Both of your foreheads started to sheen in sweat, pants of exertion echoed alongside the clank and clash of swords, and as you moved around and against one another, you finally let out all of your pent-up emotions until you had nothing left.

“I can’t…I can’t do this anymore.” You gasped before dropping the sword and falling to your knees, tears streamed down your face at the sudden emotional outlet. Cassian was by your side in an instant, his sword dropped to the ground in a ricochetting crash.

“Y/N,” His voice was alert, on-edge, eyes dancing over you as he tried to work out what was wrong. “Are you hurt?” The frantic tone now had sobs racking from your chest, shaking your head you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you cried and cried and cried. Without a second thought, Cassian had his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he softly caressed your back and whispered soothing words into your ear.

He stayed silent, giving you the time and space to calm down and filter through your thoughts. Not once rushing you or demanding answers after a week of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, Cass. I’m so fucking sorry, for everything. I just…” At least you managed to get a few words out before you were overcome with tears once again. You weren’t sure what they were for at this point with so many thoughts and scenarios racing through your head: the fight, Cassian being your mate, Cassian getting close with Nesta, Cassian leaving you, Cassian leaving you for Nesta, and then you being forced to watch them be together, knowing you couldn’t stand the thought of him not being in your life, in whatever capacity you were granted.

“Shhh,” He soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he softly rocked you back and forth. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”

With a deep breath, you nodded against his chest in an attempt to compose yourself. Noting in the position you were in, you could have laughed if you weren’t feeling so empty and deflated; this is how you had both gotten into this in the first place, all those years ago when you thought you would never see Rhys again – both of you with your arms around each other, crying and saying everything was going to be okay. Only this time, you weren’t so sure if the strength of your relationship would hold.

“Please, talk to me, Y/N. What’s going through that head of yours.”

You couldn’t take not knowing what was going to happen any longer. So with a final sniffle, you leant back, sitting on the ground beside him and pulling your knees up to your chest as you held your arms tightly around yourself.

“I don’t know where to start…”

“What about when you decided you wanted the others to know?” There was no malice in his voice, only gentle concern that prodded you to continue.

“I’ve always wanted the others to know,” You ignored Cassian’s slight indignation, “But it was never the right time, what with everything that was happening then, and everything that’s happened since. It felt like the right decision at the time, it felt safe. It was nice knowing that this was just for us when so much was going wrong. But I want to be with you outside of our room. I want to be able to hold your hand and walk through Velaris, kiss you in front of our friends, not pretend that you don’t mean the world to me, because you do Cassian.”

He remained quiet, letting you talk and giving you the space to get everything off your chest but the lingering presence of his hand drawing soothing circles across your back had you feeling grounded. “I love you and the thought of losing you has been tearing me apart.” You winced at the tremor in your voice, gaze fixed on the ground in front of you.

You didn’t dare mention the fact that you were mates. Not yet. He deserved the chance to properly say what needed to be said, without the cauldron’s interference tying him down if he did, in fact, want to leave.

“Why do you think you’re losing me?” Cassian’s voice was quiet and contemplative, as though processing everything you had said but not quite connecting the dots. The kiss to the side of your head had you inhaling a shaky breath and you forced yourself to will away the tears that threatened to spill.

“We’ve been so distant lately; we never get to see each other. And, look, I know it’s for Rhys, but I’m away all the time, and you’re always with Nesta. Then the other night when you said you didn’t want to share our room anymore, and that you were afraid she would find out… I don’t know, I guess it all just became too much.” You could feel his eyes on you but the blush burning your cheeks had you refusing to meet his gaze.

A moment later, Cassian softly said, “I never said I didn’t want to share a room with you, believe me, I want to spend every moment I can with you–” You made a noise of protest, but Cassian gently shushed you before continuing. “But Rhys and Feyre need Nesta to be okay and he’s given that job to me. I should’ve spoken to you about it first or explained it better when I said I was going to sleep in my old room. But you saw what Nesta was like before we got her up here, I didn’t think her seeing, or hearing, us together would be all that helpful – especially when she was using sex as a way to cope with everything.”

“Oh…” You felt stupid. Stupid and selfish and completely undeserving of the amazing, considerate male beside you.

“And,” Cassan continued with a playful nudge of his shoulder, “You have no idea how much I want everyone to know about us. No idea how hard it has been to not tell everyone that this amazing, brilliant, strong, kind female is mine. And just how hard it has been seeing other males so much as look at you without being able to say anything to them.”

You still couldn’t tear your eyes from the ground in front of you, but Cassian noticed the soft smile tugging at your lips.

“Cauldron, if you want, I can fly us back to the River House right now. We can tell everyone exactly what’s been going on, you can kiss me in front of all of our friends then we can go into Velaris, I’ll even let you hold my hand as we walk around.” Another playful nudge had you softly chuckling, eyes finally darting over to look at Cassian. Your heart faltered at the expression on his face, the complete love and adoration that laced his features as he watched you, his own mouth pulling into a smile at the laugh he managed to pull from you.

“Yeah?” Your voice was still slightly hoarse from your previous tears, but it was a touch lighter. You felt lighter.

“Yeah.” Cassian stretched his legs out in front of him, wrapping one arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, leaning back on the other.

Still, some doubt lingered. It couldn’t be this easy. Things were never this easy.

“So, you’re not going to leave me?” You couldn’t remember the last time you felt shy in front of him, and you hated yourself for asking, hated that he might think you weak, needy, pathetic – the words raced around, threatening to send you into a panic.

“Never,” That one word had you relaxing immediately. “You would have to force me to leave you, and even then… I’m not going aware, Sweetheart.”

You could have melted at his words. You swore you did as you leant against him, letting out a small sigh of relief, a breath you had been holding for days, weeks, months.

“Y/N?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the words whispered into your ear as his breath fanned across your skin. “Can I please kiss you now?”

You tilted your head up to face him, a small smile gracing your features as he slanted his lips over your own and you immediately felt as though you had returned home.

Pulling away all too quickly, your lips desperately chased his, only to receive a playful peck in response before Cassian was helping you to your feet.

“Come on,”

“Cass?” You laugh was laced with confusion, yet you followed him anyway, watching as he picked up the discarded sparring swords and placing them back alongside the others.

“What? We’ve got some news to share,” He stole another quick kiss as he laced your hands together.

“Now?”

“Yes now,” He mocked with a playful grin, “I don’t want to waste another moment, especially when it has you feeling as though–”

The abrupt stop to Cassian’s words had the smile slipping from your face as you took in his wide eyes and startled expression.

“Cassian, what’s wrong?”

“Y/N… You’re…” He let out a disbelieving laugh as he continued to stare at you, drinking in every feature, every miniscule detail and expression that crossed your face. Turning your head, you tried to look around for the cause of his sudden change in demeanour, only to be met with gentle, yet calloused, hands cupping your face, urging you to meet his gaze before his lips were pressed over yours again.

Despite the confusion, you gratefully accepted and leant into the kiss, relaxing as his arms draped around your waist and as you let your fingers travel up his neck before tangling into his hair. Cassian was breathing heavily when he pulled away, you could hear the pounding of his heart as he pressed his forehead against yours. His eyes remained tightly shut, the feel of his lashes fluttering across your skin sent your own heart fluttering in response.

Then he mumbled something incoherently; too quiet and smothered for you to even begin to comprehend.

“Hmm?” You asked, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Another murmur had you pulling away, eyebrows furrowing as you took in his dumbfounded expression and the way his eyes were still tightly shut. But there was now a smile tugging at his lips.

“Cass?”

“Mate. You’re my mate.” His eyes snapped open, revealing complete, utter joy as he stared at you with wonder and bewilderment.

Oh. Right.

“And you’re my mate.” At least you didn’t have to keep this to yourself any longer.

Cassian tilted his head as he processed your reaction and the way your lips spread into a soft, loving smile.

“You knew. You already knew.” Although his voice was laced with exasperation, his face held nothing but love and giddy excitement, eyes bright as he met yours. You sent a wave of affirmation down the newly linked bond, watching with joy as Cassian’s eyes lit up even further at the sensation. You knew you were grinning just as stupidly back at him when you felt a tug of your own filled with nothing but love.

The two of you stood there grinning and staring at one another as though seeing the other in a new light. Then you were both moving, arms a flurry as they desperately wrapped around the other, lips meeting in a loving and passionate kiss that only intensified with each tug that raced down the bond, igniting the need for more, so much more.

A gentle tap from Cassian and you were quick to jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms held you tightly against him. Through the kisses and moans and soft sighs, somehow Cassian found himself moving, walking the two of you to the door that would lead you inside and to your room.

“Wait,” You pulled back, gasping for air as you leant your forehead against his, legs still tightly wrapped around his middle. Cassian was panting just as heavily, waiting on your every move and word. “Kitchen.”

The suggestive grin he shot you went straight to your core, the feeling only amplified as he attached his lips to your neck. “I think I like where this is heading,” A soft moan sounded in the back of your throat as he tugged on your earlobe, then he was walking again, albeit very quickly, towards the kitchen, his lips back on yours.

“No, idiot,” Another moan had your breathless words halting immediately. “Food.”

Now Cassian pulled away, looking at you through the haze of love and lust, now tainted by a hint of confusion.

“Food,” You continued, pressing a kiss to his lips before trailing along his jaw and returning the favour with a tug on his earlobe. “For the mating bond.”

You felt Cassian’s body tense against you, “You’re going to accept it?”

“Yes…” you said tentatively, not quite understanding the need for his question because what other answer was there?

The intensity in which he kissed you had him stumbling back a few steps, arms wrapping even tighter around you to keep you in his arms.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” Your gaze softened as you took in his uncertain expression, as you felt it through the bond.

“No, I don’t know. I just thought… I mean, you’re… Do you really want to be tied to a bastard-born Illy…” You cut his words off with a sharp look and a deep kiss that conveyed exactly what you thought of what he had just implied. Then you were sending every ounce of love and affection that you could muster towards him, heart melting as his expression changed and with the way he looked at you whilst processing the raw, vulnerability of the emotions surging down the bond.

You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, barely more than a lingering peck before saying, “Please can you let me give you some food now? I’ve been keeping this in all week.”

“All week? You’ve known about this since…”

“It snapped during our fight,” You shrugged, not wanting to relive it now that you had finally reached this point.

It was Cassian’s turn to pull you into a tender kiss before you found yourself overwhelmed by the new sensation of his emotions landing right above your heart.

“I think we can hold off on telling the others for just a little bit longer.”

“I think you’re absolutely right,” You tapped his arm gently and he placed you back onto your feet. Lacing your fingers with his, you pulled him into the kitchen and made him take a seat while you went about putting a plate of food together.

“Besides,” You continued, suddenly remembering Azriel’s involvement, “Az already knows. So I’m sure the others have put the pieces together by now and will steer clear for a few days.”

“A few weeks more like.” You grinned at the slight growl in his voice and the hunger in his eyes as his gaze remained fixed on you.

“Here,” Your voice was almost breathless, stomach fluttering with excitement and nerves as you pushed the plate towards him. Cassian briefly glanced down at it then, with a look of well-honed restraint, he slowly stood and walked over to you, pulling you in for a kiss as he murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Without tearing his eyes away from you, Cassian reached across the table for the plate, eating everything on it as you remained transfixed on one another, basking in the feeling of the bond you shared growing stronger and stronger until, at last, everything felt as though it had finally fallen into place.

***** Thanks for reading 🥰

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BIRTHDAY GIFT; PJS

18+ contains heavy smut

ONESHOT

Jay x reader (husb jay × wife reader)

Contains: nudity, kink, handcuff, nicknames, creampie and more..

Word count: 1.8k+

Sypnosis: Jay hasn't been home on time for weeks, it is the eve of your birthday and you've never felt this angry and deprived of your husband's attention.

[Author's note] this is my first work after years of break, English is not my first language and I haven't proof read this. I hope you guys enjoy :) Let me know if yall wanna be added to my taglist

11:15pm. It read.

45 mins before your birthday, yet your husband was nowhere to be seen. You felt sad, angry. And disappointed.

It was nothing new, this has been a routine for the last few weeks and you were frustrated. Sexually. Frustrated.

You wanted your husband for yourself, and yourself only. Tonight will be exactly this.

You could hear the front door opening, he was here. Finally. He enters the living room, where he finds you staring at him with those very same disappointed and glaring eyes.

“Babe, I thought you were asl-” the door of your shared bedroom slammed right across his face before he could even finish his sentence.

Oh he knows he fucked up.

He just sighed in defeat, this wasn't the first time. He just hopes you aren't asleep by the time, he freshens up. He has to fix this tonight.

Little did he know, you wanted to fix things too. Just not the way he'd imagine..

By the time he'd finished washing up, he'd hope that perhaps you didn't sleep already. Jay was shirtless, his lower body wrapped around a thin layer of towel. And his mind, thinking of how to pacify his angry wife.

11.30 pm

30 mins before the clock hits midnight, and you hear the door opening. You know, this was a terrible idea. But you don't think you'll ever regret it. You stood in front of the door, awaiting him impatiently in a red silk night dress, with the straps dangerously loose with nothing underneath you. Your natural curls let loose, looking irresistible.

He enters the room, with his eyes interlocking yours in an intense eye contact. His gaze darkened seeing you in all red, he wanted to just drop anything to touch you. feel you under him.

Before he could even proceed with his thoughts, you pushed him on the bed and hovered over with your brown eyes filled with wrath, anger and filth.

“Someone has been forgetting he has a wife” you remarked sarcastically, while maintaining the very intense eye contact, until he broke it, staring at your almost bare tits while you were all over him and the dress revealing your cleavage a lil too well, just like you wanted.

Sorry was what he wanted to say, however his mouth felt dry, unable to voice out anything. All he wanted was you and he shouldn't be feeling like that before he properly apologized for neglecting you. However the blood running down there stated otherwise, the more silent he remained the harder he got.

His hands involuntarily ran down your body, until you slapped his hands off you and smirked.

“Who said you could touch me?” You scoffed sitting right on his lap, totally feeling his bulge. He groaned in frustration, totally feeling you rub against his boner, intensifying his feeling. Then, you stopped abruptly and got off his lap. To grab something.

He sat on the bed in confusion, while he saw you searching for something in the closet and came back to him. You sat on his lap and smirked.

“You've angered me so bad, Park. So bad, but I need you,” you whispered to him while straddling on his lap, leaving hungry wet kisses on his earlobes and neck. Your hands reach for his hands behind.. and.. click. He hissed at the cold sensation on his hands and his eyes widened realising what you did. You handcuffed him.

He was frustrated. He was angry. You could totally see it on his face and laughed.

“Y-y/n, please. You'll fucking regret this,” he groaned. He tried fiddling with his hands, in hopes he could break free of the handcuffs, but alas.

He has to give in, as much as he enjoys being controlled by you, he wanted to touch you. Badly. Show you his love, show he's sorry.

“Today, only this mouth of yours will be at work baby. I'll be in charge of touching,” you said as your finger teased his lips before you hungrily kissed him, pulling him closer. Your groans getting louder as the kiss intensified as he bit your bottom lip. The more you kissed, the needier you became.

“Fuckfuckfuck y/n, you have no idea how insane you're making me right now,” he says, feeling your lips roaming around his collarbone as you sucked his neck, intentionally leaving marks, marking your territory.

He couldn't take it anymore, between your hands roaming dangerously down there and your lips leaving wet all around his body, he had reached his limits. And you knew it all a little too well.

“You know if you want something, you gotta ask for it, babyboy,” you said as your hands teased his body, playing just around the hem of his towel. He whimpered.

“I need you.. I need you to touch me ma'am.”

“Please touch me,” and so you did. Your hands went slower than usual, untying his towel leaving him totally naked with his visibly large penis. Your hands circled around his tip, causing him to moan.

Your fingers circled around his aroused penis, moving so so slow leaving him groaning in frustration the slower you go. God, this was torture to him.

“Use words baby, what do you want me to do next?” “Go faster please,” he begged. You could already feel the pre cum leaking while you stroked his penis faster and faster, while his moans became louder and louder. “I am so- so fucking close y/n fuckk, I want to cum,” he pleaded. You could feel he was so close and so, you stopped.

“What the fuck y/n,” he grunted, tightening his teeth. He was so fucking close.

“Who said you could cum just yet?” You said as you sucked your wet fingers seductively as he bit his lips. If only he could break the handcuffs he would, just to teach you a lesson.

You took a few steps back, as he looked at you with the same hungry eyes. Eyeing the silhouette of your hard nipples through the red silk.

“That's your punishment for making me so deprived for the last weeks,” you said as you slowly stripped off your dress, exposing your hard nipples and wet cunt.

Your eyes never left his as your fingers roamed around your body as you sat right in front of him. Oh you were so loving the control over him and the way he reacted to you. You took your tit in your hand, massaging it softly while you mean, “Jay.. fuck” your other hand playing with the opening of your cunt.

“You wish that was you baby.. finger fucking me until i cum huh??” You said while moaning his name as you touched yourself.

“Y/n please let me free, fuck you're making this so hard,” and you just laughed “my baby wants to touch himself while i pretend my fingers are him.”

You inserted your fingers inside your pussy, pleasuring yourself to tears while moaning his name like it was a chant. You closed your eyes while you felt you were so close, so fucking close to cum.

That's when you heard the metals falling down while you were sent back to reality.

He broke the handcuffs. Fuck.

0:00 am

“Happy birthday darling”, his raspy voice echoed across the room as he walked dangerously close to you.

What were you going to do? Fuck.

He could have been disrespectful, he could have punished you but right now he just wanted to understand your perspective, you were his priority. Always would be.

His lips met yours in a needy way, so hungrily. Tongues playing against each other so the point the saliva got mixed together. He was the first to pull away, gasping for air.

“Allow me to touch you. Please. Allow me to treat you, allow me to make it up to you honey.” His voice melted you and you gave in to him.

“Touch me Jay, make me feel so fucking good. I want the world to know how fucking good you make me feel.”

With that, he buried his face in your tits while he sucked mercilessly on your left nipple, while his fingers found his way down your dripping pussy.

“Fuck baby, your pussy is so wet,” he said, circling his two fingers around your hole, ”I missed this so much, missed your pussy so bad baby fuck.” He groaned as he inserted his fingers in you, leaving both of you a moaning mess.

You felt a knot in your stomach. You were so close. Jay inserted a third finger, increasing his pace while you dug your nails onto his arms, screaming. “You're doing so great baby, let it all out. Cum on my fingers, let me have a taste of you,” he said while your hot liquid poured all over his hands.

You heaved a sigh of relief then bit your lips as you see him sucking his fingers clean. He was so fucking fine taking your liquid into his mouth.

God, you could have orgasmed again just at this sight.

Hungrily, you pulled him in a desperate kiss, biting his lip to gain access inside. Deepening the kiss. You missed him badly. You knew you wouldn't leave him this soon.

“Jay, I need you in me. Now. I wanna feel you inside. I wanna carry your seeds,” you breathed out, as you played with his tip right across the entrance of your vagina.

“God, it feels so good feelin you in me. I missed it,” you gasped and you inserted his penis inside you, adjusting to his size.

“Your cock is so mine, fuckfuckk,” you cried out loud, this felt so good. “All yours baby,” he said as he kissed your forehead while thrusting deeper in you, “ I fucking love you so much y/n. You take me so well baby,” he moaned, never wanting to stop. This felt so good.

“I am so close darling,” he cried out in pleasure, ready to pull out. “Cum inside me baby, fill me with your seeds,” you breathed out while holding him close for support, “I wanna feel you, wanna carry your baby,” tears streamed down your cheeks in pleasure. You were getting close too.

“Ugh baby I love you, you'd be such a good momma. Fuckk,” Jay said while he released it all inside you. You smiled at the hot sensation, “I fucking missed this,” you pulled him in for a kiss while he pulled himself out, as the cum dripped down your legs.

“Let's have you cleaned up darling, I love you,” Jay said as he carried you bridal style in the bathroom, cleaning both you and him up.

Whispering sweet words, apologizing endlessly for his temporary negligence, this man cleaned you up and tugged you to bed, while you hugged him tight to bed.

“I love you Jay, this gotta be the best birthday gift ever,” you said while you drifted to dreamland with your husband near you.

Gotta need me a man as down bad as he is 🤭

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🔞White Mustang | WillNE

Summary: In which WillNE moves to Cusco, Peru in search of business as a mechanic, but finds his attention reverted to the woman across the street, who seems to blush at anything he has to say | Shy Peruvian!reader x Mechanic!WillNE Notes: 13.7k (LONG) fic, contains sexual themes, swearing and drinking. Inspo: this edit, the read-along playlist (best played in order), WillNE's Peru vid

song: perfect pair, Beabadoobe

There was something about that new guy that'd moved in opposite you. Tall with dark hair, messily slicked back to expose the milky pale skin and husky stubble, forearms and biceps showing definition with every movement as he pulled the bonnet of his car down, wiping his hands over a rag and raking his fingers back through the black locks with his eyes closed - head leaned back and adams apple bobbing, illuminated within the golden Peruvian sunglow which seemed to wash his skin with a rich tint.

You couldn't tell what it was about him, as you peeked through the creamy blinds which covered your window - paper shutters slicing back into the pads of your fingers as if telling you to stop being so nosy - the humidity making a sweat prickle over your bare shoulders as you found yourself staring at his own body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he'd worked on the bumper all day, wearing simply a wife beater and black, worker trousers.

He turned over his right shoulder, shocking you and causing you to stumble back from the blinds - knees bending as your calves hit a stool, toppling your body backwards with a bang as you messily attempted to escape being caught watching your hot new neighbour.

Hot? You repeated incredulously at yourself. Get a grip, one new face and you're already developing a crush... He hasn't even been here a WEEK and you're already getting heated up about him, get a hobby or something, woman...

The dinging of your oven was what eventually broke your mental berating, reminding you of the brownies you had decided to make as a little welcome gift for the neighbour two hours ago, when you hadn't quite seen him properly.

Now, the idea of walking up to the unreadable neighbour with a tray of baked goods felt a little bit silly.

Regardless, you picked yourself up and off of the space you'd collapsed onto, pulling the metal tray out and accidentally giving yourself a minor burn on the arm you'd fallen onto - leaving a bright red mark from the hot oven's side.

The air was heavy, sky painted a pomegranate pink with the purple twilight inching over the horizon and foreboding the night, hurrying your actions as you sliced the brownie into bite-sized squares - plating them up on a nice little dish that you'd hoped your mysterious neighbour would have the courtesy to return to you.

Hurrying out of the door, you noticed that he had gone inside since you had last seen him from the window. Which made the process of giving him a little gift feel a lot more daunting, knowing that now you had to actually knock on his door and try to get his attention.

Your hand met the mahogany front door thrice, knocking at the wood before stepping back and waiting - looking down and only just noticing you hadn't exactly come in your best clothes: simply wearing a thin, white maxi skirt with an old Primark crop one of your friends had given - v-neck and thin straps perfect for dealing with the heat of the day, yet not so much the ideal outfit to greet someone with.

"One second, one secon'!" You were mildly surprised to hear a thick accent from behind the door, English and definitely Northern of some sort.

And after a second or so, the door did swing open - yourself emitting a little gasp as you saw the man behind wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, hair dampened and a white towel slung around his neck. Yet for some reason, between the two of you, you were the one that flushed at the cheeks and broke eye contact abruptly, whilst he leaned against the doorframe with an unbothered grin, eyeing you up and down and smirking at your demurity.

"Can I help you?" He brought your eye contact back as he asked the question, teasing lilt in his voice going straight over your head due to your flustered nature, only entertaining the brunet further.

"U-uhm, sorry, yeah," You brushed your hair over your shoulder and took a breath to steady yourself, embarrassment already building within your throat from how much of as mess you felt you were. "You're new here? I baked some brownies sorta as a - uhm - welcome gift as your opposite neighbour..."

Holding up the plate of brownies, you watched as his expression fought mild surprise, looking up with a flattered grin.

"For me?" He repeated, steadying the plate which you handed to him.

"Yeah, thought it'd be a nice little gift... Although I wouldn't be too flattered until you've tried them - I might've left them in for a bit long..."

He picked a brownie from the bunch, biting into one end and chewing with his eyebrows pinched together as if concentrating on assessing the taste, though his brows raised back up with a few head nods.

"You said you made these? They're fuckin' lovely - here -" His appreciation was cut short as he thrust the bitten brownie to your own face, holding it at perfect eye-level for you to take a bite... right from the piece he'd just eaten from.

You weren't offput or disgusted by his action, but you were undeniably blushing from something more... guilty about the way you slightly liked his unfiltered confidence, uncaring of how you would respond to the almost intimate action - slotting the sweetness between your lips and biting down to take a chunk, your lips brushing over his fingers as you took your bite before pulling away, chewing down and barely even noticing the rich, chocolate taste under the intense eye contact which you held with him.

"I think you've got something jus'-" He reached out, fingers finding the underside of your face, delicately leaning your chin just ever-so-slightly upwards so that his thumb brushed over the corner of your mouth, pulling away with a chocolate smudge over his finger before bringing it up to his lips, licking it away with a near pop sound with such unwavering eye contact you felt obliged to be the one to break it as heat spread across your entire face. "Didn't catch your name, sweetheart, I'm Will, just moved from London - can probably tell I'm from Newcastle by the accent, though."

"Right, yeah," You nodded, despite your heartrate erratically beating as though it was trying to rip through your ribcage. "New 'round here... How come you decided to move?"

"Business." He grinned, arms crossing over one another, having placed the tray on a nearby coffee table, you watched as his forearms redefined from the butter gold streetlamp's dim shine, the soft contour of the sculpted muscles making another round of sweat prickle over your back as a gentle gust of wind moved his hair a bit. "I'm a mechanic - down in the town - my old business partners moved here a few years ago 'n' I thought I'd join, given everything..."

"Mechanic, huh..." You pondered, now understanding why you'd seen him at the beautiful White Mustang all day.

"Yeah, your car or any vehicle ever need any sort of fixing then I'm your man," He spoke with a wink, enabling you to laugh with him to cover up any signs of being flustered, this time.

You observed the muscles on his arms a little more, the subtle definition and even the outline of the veins that laced around them, like lightning bolts wrapping around the dense forearms that lead up to bulging triceps and built delts which gave the illusion of a strong, broad chest and shoulders-

And you hadn't even realised that the two of you had stopped laughing, and your checking out had become not-so-subtle, as you made even contact with neighbour Will, who had a brow raised - half of his lip curled in all-knowing amusement.

Embarrassing.

"I-I think I'll head home now... You know, considering it's getting a bit dark n all-"

You attempted to slip away, scurry back into your house and away from being any further ridiculed for stupidity, though as you turned over your shoulder, you felt a hand on your arm prevent you from leaving.

Whipping back over your shoulder to see what held you back, Will's hand encompassed your wrist - firmly to hold you there - yet not forcefully to scare you. No, his eyes simply fixed on your skin, particularly two marks that had bloomed across the otherwise clearness.

"Oh, I just fell over and bruised myself today - they're nothing really," You rushed out as you yourself noticed the red burn alongside the darkened purple bruise. "Just some stupid accidents, y'know?"

His hand fell from your wrist, head shaking slightly before looking up with a small smile. "Right, my bad," he picked himself up from the doorframe, static electricity still playing over where his skin had touched your own. "You have a good night, I'll see you 'round."

"Yeah... you too."

As you wandered back to your house opposite the neighbour, all too aware of his eyes still on your back as you crossed the road and stepped through to your house, you couldn't say that your short discussion with neighbour-Will had you any less discombobulated.

song: My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

Will played on your mind for the next few days. As you went between work commutes, late-nights on your laptop and occasional walks to the nearby market.

Mainly, the fact that since that encounter, you hadn't seen him since. When you woke up to drive to work, his car was already gone. Return from work? He hadn't. Only sometimes during the early hours of the morning, you'd hear what sounded like his thick accented voice, alongside another Brit with a more typical posh accent.

Only when the week groggily rolled around, from Sunday all the way through the undulatingly boring weekdays, back around to Friday - did you walk out to see Will stood at his car, tucking a spanner into the glovebox - the mere presence of the attractive neighbour that you hadn't seen in a while making your heart jump into your throat, skip excitedly manifest into your step as he looked up and saw you - smile spreading across his face.

"Look who it is," He greeted, holding an arm out at his side to introduce a side hug which you gladly agreed to, feeling his skin (warmed from the sun) blanket around your shoulder. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"No, been a whole week." You agreed, looking up to catch a glimpse of that face once more, having been mentally scolding yourself for the entirety of the past week for not looking at Will's face hard enough to clearly remember what it looked like. Dark brows, grey irises and a light stubble over his strong jawline; he was undeniably good-looking.

"You got any plans for tonight?" Will questioned, his middle finger tapping against the red body of the car in such a way you questioned whether he was a smoker. And whilst you personally weren't one to smoke, something about the thought of him leaning his head back with his adams apple bobbing as he exhaled a cloud, long fingers clutching the cigarette and stubbing it out - you felt yourself clenching your thighs together subconsciously, having to shake your head to remove the thoughts and answer Will's answer instead.

"Not really, I've got quite a boring night planned, just staying home, I think..." You spoke, almost shrivelling into yourself as you realised how boring you must come across to him. He seemed interesting - or at least like he did more interesting stuff than you.

"So you're free?" He looked up, lips curving into a smirk that made you feel heat rising to your neck.

"Depends what for..."

"Well, there's a bar I found down in the town aaand I was hoping I could check it out with someone who might be more... local." He smiled at you, taking his tongue between his teeth afterwards and looking at you with prospecting eyes. "You wanna come down, tonight?"

"Tonight as in... Like, eight?" You were stunned to hear him asking you out. "Like, us, together, going out tonight...?"

"Us, together, tonight, eight o'clock." Will doubled down with a grin on his face at the shock you couldn't hide.

"U-uhm, shit, yeah let's do it, just... knock on my door and we can... go then."

"It's a date, then." Will winked, pushing himself off from his car and surprising you with his height, gently pushing a strand of hair over your shoulder before saying "See you then," queueing you to cross back to your house with an overwhelming blush all over your face - shutting the door behind you before sliding to the floor with your back still against the door - placing your head in your hands in inexplicable feeling.

What. The. Fuck.

You weren't used to being asked out. Especially not that confidently - in person - by someone you'd known for barely a week... And now that you think of it, was he really asking you out in a romantic way? Everyone who lived nearby was either old or a family with children; was he just looking for a friend somewhat his age?

And that stupid smile came back into your head, then, the crease of his eyes, the curve of his lips, the way he took his lower lip between his teeth whenever he was thinking...

You smacked the palm of your hand into your forehead to wake yourself up. Pull yourself together.

Go get yourself a drink, your internal monologue spoke to you. Go and get yourself something to drink and ease yourself so you're not a stammering, awkward mess around him - and then go get yourself in something nice - even if he just wants to be friends, that doesn't mean you need to dress down or act any differently. Just get out there and enjoy. And right now, just get ready to enjoy.

Song: Glue Song, Beabadoobee

"And don't you jus' look bloody gorgeous?" The tall Geordie commented as soon as you opened the door, leaning back against his car with his arms crossed and a smirk plastered across those lips as he looked you up and down, taking in the short skirt and top combination, your hair thrown over your shoulders and looking silky smooth as you closed the door, swishing as you turned over your right shoulder with dark liner and pinked lips that gave you an almost ethereal beauty despite the typical club sort-of clothes you wore.

You on the other hand, couldn't help but admire Will - wearing a white button up with blue paisley details that matched the navy bottoms he wore - (slutty) pearl necklace peeking out from beneath his collar, and his hair messily slicked back just like how you'd first seen it styled. He looked damn good.

"What can I say, we both clean up nice," You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, stepping down the porch and allowing Will to open the passenger door to let you in (the chivalry of course warming your heart; something you'd thought a romance myth proved viable in reality) before getting into the driver's seat himself, resting one hand against the wheel and propping the other up on the windowsill - legs lazily manspread within the footwell - looking so effortless whilst he smoothly manoeuvred the car into the main road, you felt your core heating from your own seat.

The car you'd seen time and time again from your window was a beautiful ride. The convertible roof pulled back, exposing you to the warm night's breeze - and the speed Will drove at was just fast enough - sending you through the town at good pace, whilst the gentle winds lapped at your hair, making the strands lick at the sides of your face, the liberating feeling of the breeze against your tan skin allowing you to relax - melting into the creamy leather seats which were still warmed, from having soaked in the Sun's infrared rays during the day.

You could've fallen asleep in his car, you felt, as you watched Will's fingers meet the centre console, long digits messing with the volume dial until you heard a familiar oldie begin playing in the background - Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers sang their mellow tune through the speakers, Will's fingers tapping against the wheel and almost lulling you to sleep, despite the fact the night had even started... Yet as you neared the town, the familiar buzz of conversation and frenzied local nightlife met your ears, awakening you with the spill of music from nightclubs with open doors, and even street performers trying to earn some money, gathering little crowds who clapped or danced, whooping with enjoyment in their little masses.

The Mustang slowed down, pulling onto a spot on the side of the road before the engine rumbled to a stop, indicating the real start of the night as Will accompanied you out of the car - walking along the sidewalk alongside each other... When you realised:

"Will, where are we actually going?"

"New bar, like I said - it's called Cuzco Cantina, jus' a road down from here - I think one of my mates might even be playing tonight," He furrowed his brows in thought of the prospect. His hand wrapped around your far shoulder, pulling you closer into his body as a group of kiddos ran past the two of you, giggling with little fried picarones and surprising you momentarily, causing your hand to stabilise yourself against Will's chest - the movement enabling you to feel the firmness of his body beneath, clearly well sculpted and defined beneath the shirt - making a blush rise up to your face at the intimate contact before your hand dropped back down to your side. But you were no stranger to the fact that Will's arm remained comfortably around your shoulders even once the kids had passed.

You crossed through the street, admiring the corner shop which now donned flashing LEDs to to create a hazy green glow, illuminating the path ahead - something you had forgotten about since you'd not left the house at night in so long. It almost felt funny that Will was the one to ask you whether you could 'show him around the town', considering you'd not seen your town at night in too long - and the fact you could hear Will's voice in the 3ams of the night from your bedroom window only further told you that he might have a greater understanding of the town's nightlife than you did.

The pink LEDs from a loud bar captured your interest as you read the sign above - Cuzco Cantina - Will's hand detaching from your shoulders to pull the door open and allow you in first, exposing you to a seemingly club-bar hybrid, with a serving space on one side, seating on another, and staged platform further down. The room jostled with activity and buzzed with life, the ambience of gentle clinks and thuds of the glass mugs against the wooden tables and pleasant hum of conversation lingering within the cooled air - still slightly heavy from the outside's rising humidity, yet countered by a few fans and cooling panels on the ceiling.

"What d'you drink?" Will questioned as he pullet his wallet out, leading the conversation to a pair of barstools.

"Oh, uhm, I'm not a very heavy drinker... I'll take any beer - Cusqueña Premium if they have one," You dug in your purse for the spare change you could find in the wallet which seemed to be stuck under all your other junk.

"Don't even try pay - two Cusqueña Premiums, please, Sir - " Will stopped you, interrupting himself to address the bartender.

"Well I can't just have you pay for my drink-"

"Yes you can." Will intervened, pushing his money over the counter in exchange for two ice cold and deliciously fresh seeming dark brown bottles, icy droplets still dripping down the side as though they were fresh out of an advert. "If I don' pay for you all the other men in here will try be trying to buy drinks for you."

You blushed at the compliment he gave, pulling the beer to your lips and taking a sip - looking off to the side to try and avoid him seeing the blush over your cheeks - though as you turned, you realised Will wasn't just flattering you... Some men had turned their heads and were definitely checking the pretty girl at the bar out.

Conversation bloomed between yourself and Will however, as he picked up a few questions about your job, your interests, your life...

He made a nice change to your evening. Whilst most days you'd be in bed on your laptop by nine, it felt nice being outside, sat opposite someone for a change. And Will was such wonderful company. Date or not. He was so selfless - throwing question after question at you - and not shy to back down or back out of anything, his humour so flattering and simultaneously crude that you felt yourself get stitches from laughter multiple times.

"What's happening over there?" You squinted, watching a couple men scurry on and off stage, setting up a drum kit and a couple of microphones.

"Live music Fridays," Will tapped against the blackboard reading exactly those words behind him, nailed up against one of the wooden beams connected to the ceiling, creating a rustic warmth 'round the building. "This guy's James, one of my mates - comes round every so often."

You tuned in, hearing James' voice as he helped the drummer adjust his drum pedal.

"That the one who comes by your house at like, 3am every night?" You questioned, only realising the stupidity of the question after it'd left your mouth. Maybe that sounded just a little bit too specific and gave a stalker-y impression. Though you had to admit, that RP diction that fell from James' lips was undeniably similar to the voice you'd heard just yesterday (and the days before that) from the house opposite yours.

"That's the guy," Will brushed over your stalker-ish tendencies (much to your relief), instead lifting his beer by the neck of the bottle and taking a swig before getting up and out of his seat - standing up with an outstretched hand and a devious grin as he put his beer down. "We gonna go or what?"

"Pardon?" You raised your brows and asked.

"Come up, before everyone hogs the floor and we're out back besides the bar." Will restated like it was obvious. You turned to look at the stage, seeing as a few people had already gotten up and out of their seats to stand below live-music-man, who had began his little pre-concert chat with the audience.

"I don't really dance." You stated, shaking your leg slightly. You did dance. In fact, you'd been part of the underground freestyle scene for many years as a teen. You just didn't know whether it'd be awkward or not, and did you really want to take that risk with Will.

"Like fuck you don't dance, I know a dancer body when I see one -" His words made you choke on your drink, redness rising to your cheeks at the compliment laced within his words. "C'mon sweetheart, we don't even have to dance - we can sit right back down as soon as you aren't enjoying yourself - yeah?"

Will noticed your expression. Considering, but not sold.

You sighed and caved. "Fine-" Will cheered at your agreement.-, "-BUT as soon as it's too much I'm sitting RIGHT BACK HERE-!" Will had grabbed onto your hand and was too busy pulling you into the thickening company to even let you think about returning to the bar.

song: Duvet, Boa

You did end up returning to the bar.

Not because you didn't like the atmosphere and being back to back with people, looking up into Will's eyes and bopping your head to the pop-rock guitar and drums that played from the stage - rather because you were getting so into the songs that you needed to rehydrate yourself with a few more drinks (which Will insisted on paying).

But as a cause of not drinking water a single time you went to the bar, you could feel yourself getting bit by bit more tipsy as the night continued, not realising just how drunk you were however, until you went from holding Will's hand and doing your little side-to-side dance, to bent over in front of him, still with your hand attached to his above your head, hips flush against his and dancing leaving no room for self respect.

And the two of you were loving it.

"Thank you for coming tonight, that's me done, I hope you all enjoyed!"

You joined in with the crowd that'd grown as time progressed, cheering as James Marriott took a bow alongside the band, the crowd dissipating and leaving with jovial chatter, electricity of the loud guitar and shouted songs still buzzing within the room.

"Bet you're happy you got up now, 'ey?" Will's arm found it's arm around your shoulders, his accent thicker with a few drinks in his body - the alcohol within your system boosting your mood and confidence as well, as your hand reached up to the one that lingered on your shoulder, interlacing your fingers with his whilst you giggled a reply.

"Over the moon, glad you invited me out," You spoke with honesty, giving a little shiver as you stepped outside with Will, the humid warmth having left the atmosphere within the early hours of the morning, leaving your arms to prickly with goosebumps at the uncomfortable coolness of the night.

Will detached his arm from yours, leaving you to turn to him with a betrayed expression at the cold that rushed your side from his lack of contact, feeling berefted until you realised he'd taken off his jacket, and was holding it up by the shoulders, opened up so that you could slip into it.

"C'mon, can't have you catching a cold the first time you agree to come out with me," Will shook the jacket with a bit of added persistence.

"You sure you won't get cold, though?" You asked, Will just shaking his head. Too weighed down by the dopiness of drinking, you just nodded with agreement and slipped into the oversized leather, feeling the inner lining warm your body, having retained the heat from Will's body.

As Will opened the car door, you collapsed into the passenger seat, turning around and stretching as well, allowing yourself to comfortably sprawl over the centre console and Will's side also - lying across his lap without a care in the world.

"Y'alright, pet?" He asked almost cautiously, slightly worried upon seeing you sprawled out across his lap, clearly the alcohol taking it's effects more and more as time went on.

"Mhmof course," You responded, your hand placing high on his thigh as you lifted yourself up and off of his lap, instead plopping your head against his shoulder. "We should go out more often, I had like, so much fun, you couldn't even imagine."

"Oh I can imagine," Will's smirk was ubiquitous in his voice, his fingers dancing over your face to push strands of hair behind your ear whilst you felt his other hand inching over your thigh, palm sitting graciously over the soft skin whilst his thumb rubbed over your inner thigh with a teasing tempo, almost making you want to move his hand up higher.

Though you refrained from your impulsive urges and instead pulled yourself up and off of Will's shoulder, wanting to see his face again.

He stared back at you whilst your eyes zipped across his face, taking in every ruggedly handsome feature of his face, all the way from the purple sweeping lines like paintbrush strokes beneath his eyes, to the little galaxies of freckles across his nose, each one a little pinprick star across his milky pale skin - eyes two glowing orbs of nameless colours - a symphony of greys and greens and ambers.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"I don't wanna take a picture, I wanna admire you whilst you're here in front of me." You mumbled your response. "Beautiful eyes."

Will was stunned by your confidence - his laid-back and cool demeanour only slightly thrown off by your forwardness, drastically juxtaposing the shy and flustered personality he'd found himself falling for over the past few days.

It was untellable whether it was the weight of your body that drew you closer to him, alcohol fastening gravity's control over your body and letting you shorted that gap between him - or genuine acting upon inhibitions that made you lean closer into the man opposite you, eyes dilating and focussing on the almost delicious pink of his lips that seemed to be edging ever so closer to yours also...

You could feel his breathing fanning across your own lips, cool stream of air making the lipgloss across your lips feel colder and almost icy, almost begging for his lips to crash on top of yours and warm them up with his own -

"WILL, D'YOU WAIT FOR ME?"

You jumped apart at the loud shout from further down the street, separating you from Will as the noiseless hum of the night was broken by a shout from just besides the lit cornershop - burly man with dark hair and a guitar fastened 'round his back ambling closer to the car.

"Yep, sure I did you great big donut," Will responded, agitation underlying within his tone as he withdrew his hand from your thigh, whilst the smiley James Marriott spotted you within the front seat.

"No way, absolutely loved your stuff up there, you're completely... Rockstar material." You splurged your praises, watching as James' face lit up with every little word.

"You really think?!" James almost exclaimed, opening the back door and putting his guitar safely in before clambering in himself. "Fucked up the chords for the opening songs."

"You really can't tell," You assured him, "You sounded like all those rock artist bands I see my girlfriends in England go to concerts for."

"My God you are a flatterer - Will, you never told me you had any friends that were actually nice-"

"He's not gonna shut up now you've started him," Will grumbled from besides you, revving the engine as he pulled out and sped down the street, making you laugh and lean back into the warm leather as you felt the wind sensation on your face once more - arms thankfully covered by Will's jacket, providing your body a fraction of warmth against the cold winds whilst James provided talking entertainment from the backseat until you found yourself back at your house.

"Right, are you staying at mine tonight then?" Will turned to ask James, James nodding with a little please, which Will obliged to with only a slightly begrudging nature in his voice.

You yourself stepped out with wobbly legs, body tired and almost begging for sleep, not used to late nights and drinking anything more than a glass of wine within one night. Will tossed his keys to James so that he could let himself in - Will instead focussing his attention on you, and getting you to your house without falling or doing anything drunkenly stupid.

"Hey, pretty boy," You smiled up at the man who'd attached himself to your side. His hand sat on your waist, large fingers encompassing the space of your hip, protectively sat there so perfectly you considered taking his hand within yours and leading him upstairs to your room. Obviously just a drunken thought. But the size of his hands in comparison to your body was a thought which most definitely had you feeling something within your core.

"Heya gorgeous," You paralleled your words, getting you up the stairs without a hassle. "Keys?"

You slot your keys into the door with minimal problem, twisting the lock with a click before turning away from your house to return back to your moment with Will, not quite wanting to say goodnight and end your time with Will, yet.

Choosing to wrap your arms around him instead, your pulled Will into an embrace, letting your head sit against his chest as his own arms wrapped around your waist, hands folding together just above your behind, pulling you closer into his body as well.

"You know you gotta go in there and go to sleep, right?" Will chided, his voice husky and quiet, and chest sending vibrations through your body from the lowness of his voice - grounding you and reminding you of the close proximity between the two of you which only draw you closer to him.

"Can you come with me?" You requested, even shocking yourself with the statement. "I don't wanna end it with you here, tonight..."

There was a pause between the two of you, Will digesting the words and having to genuinely consider the prospect.

"You need some sleep," Will spoke slowly, persisting despite the groan that left your mouth. "I don't wanna have you regret anything in the morning, you go to sleep and we can talk then, yeah?"

You let out a whine, and Will sighed in response.

"C'mon my girl-"

"Pleeaaase?" You looked up at Will, pupils blown out and expression so angelic as his eyes met yours - cheekbone softly outlined by the dim streetlight a few houses across.

"Right love," Will bend slightly so that he was eye level with you, staring deeply into your eyes to maintain your attention as he spoke slowly. "I want you to go up, take your makeup and your dress off and put on some pyjamas - drink some water or eat some food if you need - and... I'll come over in an hour or so, yeah?"

You were convinced as soon as he'd made his promise. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you happily bade a short farewell, skipping into your house and doing exactly what Will had said - the sight of his grey eyes and face so close to yours relaying through your mind as you brushed your teeth, slipping into a nice silky pair of shorts and camisole instead of the normal spiderman PJs you would don.

It was hot. Too hot. And so you cracked a window ajar, letting the sweet flow of the cool nighttime air into your room.

Jumping into your bed, you giggled as you looked at the time on your phone, audibly groaning at the sight of another forty-five minutes until an hour had passed and Will would join you in bed.

Oh, Will...

Evanescent snippets of senses passed in and out of memory as you recalled the night - how Will had opened the door of the car for you, and how fresh and delicious he smelled as you had traversed the street together - the feeling of his hands over your waist and body as you'd danced at the club together - the way your faces were so close in that car you could practically feel static dancing between your lips, and almost taste the beer that lingered over his tongue - his eyes grey and speckled with starry little nebulas as he'd talked to you outside the house a mere few minutes before, hair still slicked back, except the few strands that had messily sprung back over his face - shirt unbuttoned and pearl necklace almost teasingly peeking out from beneath his collar...

You could almost feel his fingers dancing over your wrists, beckoning further up your arm and pulling a strand of hair behind your ear - tracing down over your lips and the vulnerability of your neck until his fingers wrapped around the thin strap of your cami - pulling the silky material slowly down...

A heavy breath fell from your lips as your hand wrapped around your exposed breast, cupping the pliant flesh as your other hand explored further down your body, not bothering to pull your shorts off, but rather to simply move the skimpy material to the left and expose your already dampened core to your fingers - middle fingers swiping up your slit until you made a high noise at the stimulation of your sensitive spot, eyes rolling back and closing whilst your back arched off of the bed.

You rolled over onto your front, hips arching off the mattress as the pillow stifled an embarrassing moan - eyes already closed yet crushing together in the moment as you felt a pang whilst your fingers shaped tight circles and made your thighs shake whilst you imagined it was Will that was here - between your legs, doing this to you. As though it were his forearms that clasped around your thighs and pulled your hips up - those long fingers running between your folds, collecting your arousal and pressing tight circles over your delicate bud and bringing you ever closer to your orgasm as he muttered sweet little nothing into your ear with that sexy accent you'd grown a passion for....

Truly unable to control yourself, your lips quivered, shakily pressing together and whispering,

"Ohmygod, Will..."

song: Sweater Weather, the Neighbourhood

Will groaned as he saw James searching his fridge upon entering his house.

"C'mon James I told you before - I don't have shit in my fridge, if you wanna eat you've gotta tell me before and then I can get you a take-out -"

"D'you fuckin' bake?" James turned around with a plate of brownies in hand. "Or did you get weed brownies."

"No I don't bake, and they're not weed brownies," Will huffed at his friend's poor assumptions. "That's her homewarming little gift or whatever. Help yourself to them, I don't like brownies."

"Say less," James mumbled, pulling them out of the fridge and setting them on the coffee table opposite the sofa which he lay across, pulling a blanket over his makeshift bed. "That girl you brought to the gig you said made them?"

"Yeah, that's the one." Will paced the kitchen. "She's asked me to come over to stay with her tonight."

"You going?"

"Hell no," Will shot James a look. "She's drunk off her ass, I told her I'd come - hopes are she's too drunk n falls asleep without remembering."

"You like her?" James questioned, biting into a baked good. "Cuz she makes damn good brownies."

Will rolled his eyes. "She isn't nothing special to me."

"Still not over just fucking around..." James sighed at his friend.

"What's that mean?" Will felt affronted.

"That means you're treating a good girl like she isn't shit and it's painful to see."

"Good girl" Will scoffed at the name, turning his back on his friend. "You're talking bullshit, James, either get a drink or go to sleep."

"You know I don't drink."

"Smoke?" Will pulled a pack out of his back pocket, flicking the cardboard lid open to reveal the packaged carcinogens.

"You know I quit those years ago." James huffed, shaking his head as he removed his glasses. "You should too. They're bad for you, y'know."

"Yeah I know." Will bluntly responded, words slightly muffled by his lips which clenched down on the paper between his lips, reaching into his other pocket to find a lighter.

"Go smoke that shit outside man, not all of us want to die at thirty."

Will rolled his eyes at his dramatic friend, huffing as he switched the light off and exit the room, shoving the front door open and dropping onto the wooden chair on his porch, covering the lighter's flame with his hand as he ignited the end of his cigarette, letting little embers glow orange as he pulled the chemicals into his body with an inhale - letting a cloud obscure the moon above as he exhaled.

Looking up, Will noticed lights on, coming from your house. Upstairs and dimly lit. Like a bedside lamp. And the windows open.

He sighed at your eagerness earlier - the pleas, the way you held his hand, your wide innocent eyes as you looked up at him...

You were too innocent for your own good. Too sweet, too pliant, too good.

And yet something about that made Will want you - want to corrupt you even more. He loved seeing how you got shy; you couldn't keep eye contact and couldn't conceal your blush when he mentioned something even slightly flattering. He felt almost powerful, at the way he could choose just slightly different words, or say something with just a slight lilt in his voice, and that was the catalyst for you to start talking quickly or stumble over your words...

Will pulled another drag of his cigarette, leaning back as he exhaled the foggy grey - though he was pulled out of his seat and up onto his feet as he heard his name called.

Faintly.

It wasn't loud - and it wasn't from his own house...

Hopping out of his seat, Will stepped down the from his porch into the main street, looking down either way and unsurprised to see nobody out and about in the early AMs of the morning - yet confused by where the sound of his name came from.

He stood for a minute or so.

And there was nothing.

And so Will assumed it was perchance just his own delusions, his mind hearing thing that didn't exist - his brain trying to tell him to go to sleep.

Turning around to return back to his house, his room, and go to sleep - he heard it again.

Coming from your house.

Your voice, high and sweet, breathy and so quiet it was almost impossible to hear.

And just when he thought he'd missed it, it came from your open window again.

The sound of his name, rolling so sweetly from your tongue, almost... moaning it... Will felt himself getting hot - his skin prickle at the knowledge he shouldn't hear this, he shouldn't know how you pleasured yourself for him - and yet something about it was so... so...

The tightening of Will's trousers was enough to explain how Will felt from the noises you made.

Will could feel a smirk tracing over his lips, tugging up the corners of his mouth until his teeth peeked from beneath, and he brought his cigarette back up to his lips to take another drag - breathing the drug in before blowing it upwards, a stream of smoke directed towards your open window - like some sort of dark and corrupted air-kiss towards your innocently unknowing self up in your bedroom.

Grin still unwipeable from his face, Will allowed himself to close his eyes and tune into the mellifluous sigh and highness of your voice as his name - "Will" - filled his thoughts and his memories, letting his ego rise up to his chest as he returned back to his porch and shut the door behind him - hand pressing over his trousers, palming and stimulating the bulge beneath his trousers- letting his head fall back with his eyes closed, groaning lowly at the feeling of his head rubbing over the rough material and pushing his hips off and away from the wall to press himself into his hand more, chasing that stimulation as the sound of your voice ricocheted from wall to wall of his skull; an echo-chamber of your lewd moans that caused him to let out another groan.

What the fuck was going on with his neighbour and what the fuck was it doing to him...

Song: Daddy Issues, The Neighbourhood

The headache you woke with the next morning was truly diabolical.

It was like someone was drilling away at your skull - a builder bashing his hammer against your forehead at the same, constant, metronome pace which had you elicit a groan at the feeling.

"Y'alright sunshine?" The Geordie yell from across the street made you wince at the noise, the brutal sunlight lasering into your eyes with intensity of a burning hot fire.

"Do I look like it?" You grumbled, not making eye contact with the tall man who stood all too jovially in his driveway, white shirt and black worker cargos accompanied with a sunshine smile and jolly mug between his hands, likely holding some iced tea or coffee.

"C'mon, how you doing after yesterday?" Will crossed the street to join you at your car, making you turn your back so that he couldn't see your face. Puffy from the drinking and sleeping on your front alongside the lack of makeup you'd opted for - you were really hoping Will wasn't interested in conversation today morning. "You know, considering you were quite drunk... D'you remember everything?"

You hadn't even considered what you did and didn't remember - your mind all too blurry having woken up with your clothes discarded from your body - freezing from that and the window which was kept ajar all night - memories flooding back of how you had ended your night, mind infiltrated and intoxicated with lustful thoughts of Will which had you feeling shameful all morning as you brushed your teeth and raked your brush through a knotty head of hair.

One thing you certainly remembered was asking Will to come inside and come back with you, which was undeniably embarrassing in hindsight - your unfiltered thoughts seeing the light of day for a mere second, and serving to do nothing but embarrass you.

"Yep." You nodded.

"Ya like the date?" Will cast his dazzling grin, watching as a pink flush unfurled over your cheeks at the reminder that last night wasn't all embarrassing. Despite your drunken mishaps, you had indeed enjoyed the date prior - the night of dancing regardless of the songs you had no idea of - the laughter, the smiles, the time you had spent with someone.

You hadn't previously lived with a friend. Or lived near to a friend, anyways.

No, following your studies which had kept you close to your friends, everyone separated and moved further away for their occupations, and rendered you isolated. It had been too long since you'd been out with someone, and going out with you neighbour yesterday was a reminder of days of clubbing and going out - enjoying the nights alongside your girl-friends.

"Yeah," You breathed with a smile dancing over your lips. "Thank you, the date was lovely."

Will was satisfied by your response, and leant back onto you car in response - his tall frame resting back against the shiny metal, supporting his weight for just a moment before his brows furrowed in confusion as he made contact with the vehicle - lifting himself up and whipping around as though bemused by the car.

"What's wrong?" Your own brows furrowed in concern at Will's confusion.

The mechanic bent from the hips, lowering himself to get eye-level with the wheels.

"D'you realise you have nails in your car wheel?" Will piqued a brow as he looked back up at your concerned expression - your own brows flying up as your eyes widened in shock, as you in fact did not realise that.

"WHAT?" The exclamation fell from your lips in shock...Just two days ago when you'd come home from work they'd been absolutely fine.

"Yeah, look, that's completely flat," Will clucked his tongue. "I'm going into the garage today - you want me to get that wheel replaced?"

"You would?" A gasp left your throat at the kind offer. You'd forgotten how absolutely wonderful it was to have multi-skilled friends who were able to offer services or help with different issues you were completely clueless on.

"Yeah 'course." Will nodded his head with a little smile towards you. "Why wouldn't I help y'out?"

You gave a shrug, blush dusted over your face at the kind gesture. You weren't really used to niceties, quite frankly. And goddamn was Will a nicety.

"Let's jus' get it out the road, then I can attach it to my car n get it to the garage, yeah?"

Will graciously got into your Ford Fiesta and was the one to pull your car out onto the drive before getting into his car and positioning it just in front so that he could attach his rear to your bumper, essentially towing your car.

Popping his head out the window - arm resting along the windowsill, Will pulled his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look you up and down.

"You wanna come to the garage with me for the day?... Given I'm taking your car n it'll be easier for you to take it home..."

You pondered on Will's request for a moment. You weren't exactly dressed all that good to be going out, and you hadn't done any makeup either... But it was a Saturday which meant your work wouldn't interfere with the opportunity, plus Will wasn't wrong - it would be easier to just go with him...

"Right, one sec then-"

You quickly opened your car and dug through the glovebox to find your travel makeup kit - hopping into Will's car which had the convertible roof drawn up and covering the two of you from the grey clouds and cooler conditions of the day.

"You're too pretty to feel pressure to put on fucken' makeup." Will muttered as he twisted his keys, adjusting his wing mirror and making you roll your eyes as you tapped your liquid blush over your cheeks to mask the natural blush that the underlying compliment had you fostering.

songs: Birthday Sex, Jerimiah -> White Mustang & Black Beauty, both by Lana Del Ray, for when you see Will's italics.

You were incredibly hot in the garage.

Not from the hot engines and sweltering heat of the day, but from watching him work.

Garage heating up, temperatures on the rise - Will took his overjacket off and revealed those delicious biceps that had you feeling whorish as you shamelessly stared at the brunet at work - muscles flexing beneath the grease-stained shirt as he worked on a car that'd been brought in just the other day. His hand met his forehead - pushing beads of sweat from exertion to the side, pushing his mullet back - slicked with effort and revealing more of his face whilst he worked, letting you focus on how his adam's apple bobbed with the deep breaths he took - brows furrowing together whenever he put effort into an action, the rugged charm of the mechanic making it completely impossible to look away as you felt a flush creeping up your neck.

The heat across your face was unmistakeable and irremovable at this point - but the heat that crept below your neckline and all the way to between your legs was something so intimately embarrassing, you could only feel your cheeks reddening further.

Though you'd woken up ashamed, knowing what you'd fallen asleep thinking and doing last night - you realised that those feelings weren't just fleeting, embarrassing thoughts of a drunken version of yourself. Because you knew exactly what you were going to be doing tonight to ease that aching between your legs the very moment you returned home.

Fuck, if you watched Will any longer you might just pull over to the side of the road as soon as you get the car back and relieve yourself right there and then.

The two other mechanics present were nice enough, too. One short one wearing a bandana 'round his mouth to keep the fumes out of his mouth as he worked on the fuel tank of one car - the other a built ginger with spikey hair who seemed to be something of Will's helper, but appeared to have a knack of just getting in the way.

Around halfway through the day, when you'd realised that whilst watching Will's muscles flexing as he used the wrench was good and all, but you'd prefer not to get heatstroke from staying in the steaming garage - you retired into the pleasant air conditioned staff room which Will had given you the passkey for.

Laying across two of the plastic chairs with broken arms, you fanned yourself with one of the dated magazines that lay across the coffee table. Of all days to be in a steaming hot garage, the hottest day of the year definitely made it difficult to fully appreciate the opportunity to observe Will's muscles and alluring presence whilst he worked. Especially when you were fearing you would pass out whenever Will turned and caught you staring - flashing a wink and making the heat feel ten times more intense.

"Ayup Ma'am," A London voice broke your midday siesta as you realised you'd been dozing off - snapping to attention and turning to face the door where bandana-man and ginger were stood in the doorway. "We're off on lunch break - d'you want to come - or for us to bring any refreshment for you?"

"Mmm-is Will going?" You mumbled, still feeling dozy from the overpowering heat. You wondered how the two of them were still wearing their thick-looking polos in the heat.

"He's staying - I think he's gonna finish your car then go on lunch break," The ginger one piped up, and you nodded. "Did you say you want us to bring you something?"

"Oh-err- any drink really, whatever's cheapest at wherever you go, please." Your request was met with a sure nod of the head, the shorter of the two grabbing the wallet from a jacket suspended besides the door before shutting the door and leaving you alone once more.

Alone only momentarily, though.

"Y'alright, love?"

You internally groaned as you were interrupted once more, though your body's enthusiastic reaction to hearing the Northerner's voice spoke volumes about how annoyed you really were about being interrupted by your favourite mechanic.

"How's the car going?" You cracked an eye open to look up to Will, noticing his eyes jump up to meet yours upon noticing you'd removed your arm from over your eyes. And following the path of his eyes, you realised he'd been looking over and observing your resting body - the maxi skirt and the small crop top that had been shifted askew, having rested across the chairs, and now showing more cleavage than you thought you'd ever let Will see.

Your cheeks darkened at the obviousness of Will's actions - so unapologetic despite having been starting at your tits when he thought no one else would see. Sinful. Though you didn't readjust the top, as you noticed how Will licked his lips whilst his eyes flittered back down between your chest and eyes, and felt your thighs once again clenching around nothing.

"Jus' replaced that tyre, you can give it a spin."

You followed Will to the car, getting into the driver's whilst he got into the passenger seat on the other side, letting you ignite the engine and reverse out of the area, just driving a few metres across the garage. The car felt unreasonably slicker than normal, given all that Will had done was replace a tyre.

"Yeah, also pumped up the tyre pressure to just give you a smoother ride."

That'd explain the smoothness of the ride.

"Gosh, thank you so much Will - that's really perfect my word, you're truly a godsend," You thanked the man, truly wondering to God how such a perfect man had been dropped into your life so randomly. Thoughtful, helpful, romantic, actually likeable, respectful, sofuckingsexy-

"Aye that's no worries my love," Will wiped his hands over the cloth he's tucked into his trouser pockets, spreading his legs out in the footwell before looking back up at you. "That'd be two-hundred-n-fifty sol for that, though."

What? Your jaw went slack, blankly staring back at the brunet as you digest his words. Two-hundred and fifty Sol. Fuck.

"Uhm, w-what?" You couldn't get yourself to speak as you gulped down in fear. Your wallet was back home - in your bag - and fuck, you didn't really have two hundred to spare... Not for a fucking wheel anyways, when you still had you electricity and water bill to pay - and you knew your car needed fuelling, soon.

"Two hundred fifty sol for service and the wheel," Will repeated with a sure nod, interweaving his fingers together over your his middle as he looked towards you as though waiting for you to give him the two-fucking-hundred right then and there.

"Will," You could feel bubbled of panic rising through your oesophagus and entire ventilation organ system at the realisation you owed money that you just didn't have- "I left my purse back home, I don't have two hundred on me - I don't have any money on me right now - other than maybe five sol in my glovebox - I literally just came here to the garage with nothing, I-I didn't realise-"

"Payment is payment," Will broke your panicked stutters and eye contact as he looked down to his lap. "You've gotta pay some way or another I'm afraid - and I can't exactly give you a return with this one, love."

Well fuck. You sat there. Arms crossed and head lowered, deep in thought about how you could maybe cut corners to pull together 250 sol... You could ask him to go home and give it to him later tonight when he returns from work...? And then that money would be taken from the electricity bill... But realistically you couldn't live without electricity for another week - Water bill...? Even worse idea, no showers and practically unable to cook - yeah, no...

"There... is another method of payment, y'know..."

Your head snapped to the right side of the car, perking up in hope as Will mentioned some form of out or alternate suggestion that could save you. He licked his lips, meeting your gaze momentarily before looking back down to his lap again.

"You know what form I'm gonna suggest, right?"

You shook your head, brows furrowing in confusion. Should you know what payment he was talking about...? Will almost seemed taboo as he beckoned you closer with two fingers to lean into him from over the central panel so that he could lean towards you also, pressing his lips to your ear and making goosebumps form along your skin as he said with a low, husky voice...

"It requires gettin' in the backseat."

Will watched - his smirk widening and increasing as your face so obviously showed your thoughts - the realisation spreading across your face, from the eyes that widened, lips that opened ajar, eyebrows raising in the realisation that... oh my God... Will's idea of an alternate payment was.... well...

Something you'd wanted. From last night to just fifteen minutes ago when you were envisioning him in your sensual siesta, heat between your legs almost begging for another round of fingering and whispering Will's name into your pillow.

But here?

In the garage where his co-workers would be returning back oh so soon from their lunch breaks, under the pretences that this is all just to pay off some bill, deciding to fuck before having your first proper, real kiss with Will...?

It felt so extortionate. You had real feelings for Will. And you thought he did, too... Which made it just so much more unnecessarily confusing that Will was proposing having sex just to pay off a bill. To have sex with you, as a meagre transaction. No romance, no intimacy, no feelings - just financial business.

Your morals were all over the place, your mind firing into overdrive as you felt yourself picking apart and trying to figure out - did you want to fuck Will? Here and now? To avoid paying up? In such high risk where his friends could see you at any moment?

Will could see the mental battle through your face.

"Y/n," His words were ever so soft, drawing you from the chaos of your mind as his fingers found your jaw, pulling you to face him and let your eyes meet. That soothing chalky mix of powder greys-blues-and-greens, undulating waves washing over and cooling your fiery eyes, glazed with half-formed tears from fear and confusion. "Let's just start... Where we were last night."

You didn't realise what he was referencing until his lips were on top of yours.

Oh.

'Let's start from last night': from when you were drunk and across Will's lap, hand placed high on his thigh and leant over his centre panel instead of the panel of your ford fiesta - feeling the breath from his parted lips across your own, leaning in ever so closer and closer where you were so close to kissing-

You closed your eyes and melted into his lips, the taste of chocolate and cocoa butter across his lips delicious and making you chase his lips, your lips opening whilst his did also - synchronising with his rhythm and pushing yourself - pressing your lips further against his as though you wanted to taste more - you needed to feel more-

His hands came around the underside of your thighs, you noticed as you felt his teeth sinking into you lower lip - halting your kissing as you were stunned for a moment - shock lingering over your lips as they emit a gasp. Taking the opportunity for all it's worth - Will's hand gripped your leg and manhandled you across the centre panel - from the driver's seat to over the control panel and onto the passenger seat - on top of him - straddling him. His lips reconnected with yours. Hungrier, faster paced, ravenously, his tongue ravaged your mouth, sloppy open-mouthed kiss making your head absolutely spin as you finally gave yourself a chance to card your fingers through that irresistible mullet, that head of brown hair that you wanted between your thighs for what felt like so long.

Your lips detached, letting you suck in a well needed breath of air because holy shit had Will taken your breath away.

Will was relentless however, not stopping to catch any breath as his lips moved on from your lips to the flesh that was openly available for him - your neck - exposed and almost calling for him as you'd thrown your head back. Again, a gasp left your throat, eyes instantly snapping shut as you felt a sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, Will's skilled mouth finding that sweet spot almost instantly, suctioning his mouth around the point before biting down and brushing his finger over the marking - moving to make another hickey over the collarbone that was exposed by the v-neck top. Whimpers fell from your throat as you opened your eyes- your thighs which landed on either side of Will's body clenching and squeezing his hips that were flush with yours, your body begging for stimulation from him... Though as you opened your eyes and looked up to the grey, material car ceiling just a mere few centimetres from your face, you could feel your moral conscience weighing down on you again. Quite literally pushing an admittance out of you.

"W-we shouldn't-" You spoke with a strained voice, as though your voice box and all the muscles within your wind pipe were closing up and trying to restrict and prevent you from speaking out. Your words were hushed by the vibrations of Will's own voice, his words mumbled against your skin, brushing over the sensitive skin of your collarbone and reverberating on your chest.

"We shouldn't, hm?" He repeated, kissing the prominent bone of your collarbone. "Sure, maybe we shouldn't, but that isn't what matters-do you want this? That's what matters - if you don't want this then you just tell me and I'll stop."

You couldn't even stop the embarrassing noise that left your throat, your legs squeezing ever harder around Will's thighs as he hickeyed your collarbone extra roughly. Your moral conscience was still unbearable though, and your counter left your mouth as a squeak.

"B-but they could come back a-any minute and see us..." You referenced those other two mechanics through a tight throat. And your heart sank as Will just laughed against your skin.

"Fuck-you can't even tell me to stop can you, because you've been fuckin wanting this, I bet you wouldn't even care if those two came and saw you in this position," Will's words confused you, cutting deep with those words you would struggle to deny, yet nonetheless were confused where he was going with this. "Act all innocent but secretly so pathetic-don't think I haven't caught you staring at me through the blinds, fucking yourself on your fingers at the thought of me- fuck - you might be more desperate for this than I am."

Your eyes shot wide open, jaw dropping as those words left his mouth. He'd seen fucking everything, Good Lord - from the first day you'd ever seen him when you peeked at him through the bedroom blinds, to last night when - shit - you'd left your window open. You were too shocked to even gasp at that - yet too embarrassed to even look down and make eye contact with the proud brunet as you realised you were completely vulnerable; an open book with truly no secrets from him anymore. Because fuck: he already knew everything. And if he already knew everything - if he truly knew every embarrassing thing you'd thought and felt about him...

You weren't going to tell him to stop.

Because as horrible and corrupted as it was - to sleep with the guy that gave you butterflies and you wanted to see out a relationship with - he was getting a job done for you. And fuck it, if this was going to get your bills paid, you might as well enjoy it, too.

You pushed your hips down against him, pushing your clothed sex against his own as a sign of consent. That you weren't going to stop him. Will's hands gripped your hips in response, pulling you closer, his breath hot against your ear. "That's it," he whispered, voice laced with a triumphant growl, "I knew you wanted this. I knew you'd cave."

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, shutting him up with your hand reaching to the side of the seat, pulling the lever and flattening the seat - shocking Will as he found himself lying flat against the declined carseat - his hands on your waist and paused for a moment as you straddled him, lever in your hand - control in your palm for the first time.

"Get in the fucking backseat, then."

You don't know where the confidence came from in that moment, but it appeared as though Will loved it as a grin lit up on his face, his grip sharpening around your waist and causing you to let out a yelp as he himself didn't get into the backseat - but instead quite literally manhandled you into the back - knocking the wind out of you as your back collided with the seats, and barely getting a moment to recover before Will's body was on top of yours - his chest pressed up to yours - knee between your thighs and tongue in your mouth, back to that same ruthless pace.

You could taste cigarettes and chocolate on his tongue, bitterness and sweetness colliding and tasting of sweet, sweet corruption, the smell of diesel and passion lingering with his touch and driving you wild - once again mimicking your previous actions in the frontseat as your fingers carded through the brunet's locks, finding a fistful and pulling it between the knuckles of your fingers - making him groan between your lips, causing a smirk to light across your face at the noise that he elicited - an indicator that you were doing something right.

Will's fingers moved from besides you on the carseat where they stabilised him, etching over your stomach and diving under the hem of your top, the long smoker's fingers playing over the edge of the bra you wore beneath, before detaching from the kiss to allow him to look down and over your body. You were still fully clothed, and Will seemed to hate that, as he hastily helped you remove your top and admired the cleavage you beheld in just the bra.

Fingers trailing over the black lace of the strap, you looked up from your chest to Will - looking at the pink dusting across his cheeks from the mouth-workout you'd exercised together, and blown-out eyes that traced over your curves. Though that blush you admired across his cheeks was soon embarrassingly spread to yours instead, as Will's fingers found the middle piece of your bra which held the either two cups together, a small black bow tied over the centre-strap which he held between two fingers - looking up at you with a grin, one brow raised as if non-verbally questioning you.

"Shut up. You grumbled through the blush and coy smile over your face, feeling judged by Will as he chuckled lowly.

"It's cute," He plucked at the little bow, making you roll your eyes and lose eye contact, not interested in being embarrassed by the man who found it all too easy to get you flustered.

Will didn't send any more time at your chest however, having admired your bust, and didn't bother to remove your bra as he got down to your maxi skirt. He wasn't interested in fighting to take it off, his passion relighting as his hands felt over the plush skin of your thighs beneath the thin material - simply pushing it up so that your bottom half was exposed - material pooling together on your stomach as Will pulled either of your legs over his shoulders - dipping his head between and pulling your panties to the side - once again not bothering to discard the item, only remove it as an obstacle.

He laughed lowly as he saw your core. Dripping. Highlighted with arousal that'd formed from seeing the brunet working and using those muscles, from having him looking down at your cleavage when he'd found you in the staff room, from having his tongue in your mouth...

Cruelly, he blew over your soaking wet sex, cool stream of air further causing your slick to sit cold across your slit, whine leaving your throat as Will focussed his exhale over your clit - the sensitive nub making your core throb with desire and lusting to just have him inside you.

Your thighs squeezed along either side of his head, applying pressure as a warning that he wasn't gonna tease and prolong foreplay when you were literally soaking wet in front of him.

"Alrigh', alrigh'," He grumbled, letting you release the pressure around his head and giving him autonomy to press his tongue flat on your core - trailing up from hole to clit, lapping up arousal and letting a moan drip from his tongue whilst he was still connected to the sensitive bud - making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the stimulation of the vibrations that channelled from his tongue to your clit. His mouth curled into a smile at the noise that exited your lips, his mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking it with just a bit of force, which had you genuinely gasp from the sensation.

His mouth detached from your sex with a purposeful pop noise, and you looked between your legs to see Will's wet lips fashioned in a devious smirk which you promised yourself you'd keep in the back of your mind forever.

Digging through his back pocket, you watched as Will withdrew a condom from his back pocket - securing it between his teeth before ripping the packet open - holding the opened pack in his teeth as he tugged his trouser down to free his cock, hand wrapping around the base as he rolled the thin plastic film down the length.

And oh.

Oh my did he look completely Godly as you watched him with his head bowed, hand pumping his erection a few times - his length more than satisfactory, tip reddened from the intense blood flow ever so deliciously. Once again, another image you mentally saved and promised yourself to store in the back of your mind forever.

He looked up at you, through the few strands that had fallen from his slicked hair - smirking and chuckling at how you looked away as soon as he saw you were staring. Only you could be shy enough to be undressed beneath him, having kissed and gone halfway through intercourse in the back of your car, and still be made shy by the man.

"So cute," He mumbled, smirk still evident in his voice as his fingers traced over your jaw, palm connecting with your cheek affectionately, letting his thumb glide back and forth over the soft skin comfortingly - like he was soothing you. That thumb slotted between your lips, then - pressing down ever so slightly on your tongue and making you subconsciously suck on the digit, your tongue wrapping around the underside whilst your lips pouted around it, looking up and making eye contact with the man in such a way he could only feel his cock getting harder at the sight - imagining what it'd be like if that was his cock between your lips instead of his finger.

He chose not to act on those thoughts for now, instead letting his cock penetrate a different hole. Holding eye contact and and watching as you face distorted - from clarity and confidence in maintaining eye contact - to your eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth unlatching from his fingers, watching as you emit a visceral groan as you let your head roll back at the feeling of Will's tip sheathing between your folds and entering you, slowly sinking in between those velvet walls.

It was a tough process for him, struggling to not to act on impulses and pick you up by the lower back and slam you down on his cock until you were crying. And it was a tough process for you also, trying to accustom yourself to a size that you'd never had to before.

He paused as his hips touched your sticky thighs, wet from your arousal that'd transferred from skin-to-skin as he bottomed out.

And just as you looked up, wondering whether Will was going to move or simply stagnate his movements - you only caught a brief glimpse of his bowed head - lips taken between his teeth, before you felt him slowly withdrawing his length from inside you, smooth lubricated silicon thin enough to let you feel every valley and peak of his cock as he pulled back before - SNAPPING his hips into yours with a brutal force - his fingers vicing on your hips as a gasp left your lips upon feeling him bury his cock deep with you.

And Will didn't pull out slowly this time.

No, he kept that brutal pace, his cock pulling back and slamming back into your pussy, jerking and jolting your body back and forth as he lifted you by the hips with his hand - tilting your hips upwards and off the car seat so that he buried his cock deeper within your sex, the tip kissing your cervix and causing short, sharp bursts of pleasure to spiral through your body as you felt pangs deep within your core - a type of pleasure which your fingers just couldn't provide.

Every snap of his hips had your bra's hold over your tits weakening, the pliant flesh rippling with each of Will's thrusts and spilling from the sides more and more until the dark areolas beneath peaked from behind the cups and threatened to completely escape, render the bra useless. Will got there before that happened, however, his roughened fingertips groping and pulling at the black lace and ripping it from your tits - revealing the libidinous flesh beneath that now rippled freely as Will only thrusted harder, enjoying watching them jolt with each rough hammering.

You realised you'd been too careful last night when you'd envisioned that it was Will pulling your cami down. No, Will wasn't soft and gentle enough to slowly pull the material to reveal your skin - he was roughly cut and hard edged - he wanted to ruin you and treat you mercilessly.

And you fucking loved it.

You felt as though you were becoming zombified as your chest heaved, heart itself palpitating sporadically and violently as though it were trying to rip itself from its bone cage and offer itself up to Will himself, as the brunet took your nipple between his fingers - roughly peaking it and squeezing the sensitive bud between his skilled knuckles, trained will expertise as a mechanic, and you let out truly obscene noises with each unapologetic shove of his cock between your walls.

The whole car smelled of sex - the air heavy and weighted from the sweat that prickled over your skin and Will's also - the smell of car grease and pine from his body intoxicating you like a drug - the taste of cigarettes still lingering on your tongue and making you absolutely need him more. His tongue in your mouth again. To ravage you. Break you. Destroy you.

"Fucking violate me-" You hadn't meant it to come out so violently, so raw, so visceral - but you lived to not regret it as you felt Will's cock bury somehow ever deeper within you, his hips oh so disgustingly fluid as he oscillated back and forth and began moving your hips oppositely to his - pushing you away whilst he pulled out, before pulling you closer as he snapped his hips into yours as though trying to lodge himself within your walls with each deep stroke. You were going fucking wild, and the moans and whimpers which left your throat became higher and higher in pitch; an indicator of your pending orgasm.

Will pushed his hair back again, grunt falling from his lips in such a way you felt yourself clenching over his cock, drawing you closer and closer to your climax, the tightening of your flesh around his cock making a gravelly groan fall from his lips, throwing his head back at the compressions around the circumference of his cock. He could tell you were close.

"You can cum any-fucken time, sweethear'," He grunted between clenched teeth, each word enunciated. "-Jus' so long as you realise that even when you cum, I'm gonn' keep fucking myself - right back - into you - until I cum-"

That was it.

That ruthless admittance of nothing but using you like a fleshlight, or an object of self-use to get himself off so arrogantly, with no care for you or your climax - not a threat - but a promise, that he'd keep mercilessly fucking into you until he was satisfied-

It pushed you over the edge.

Your whole body was shaking, your thighs that held you up squeezed around Will's body, crushing his waist between the muscle as your hips raised further, chasing the pleasure that rolled through your body and juices that ran from your legs. Your whole head was light and orgasm had you feeling light everywhere else. And just as promised, Will didn't stop.

He truly did violate your body, just as you'd asked. He let out a noise as he felt your cum coating his cock, though he didn't stop his strokes as you came. In fact, realising you'd reached your climax he only further chased his - hand moving up from your tits to your neck - wrapping around either side and squeezing the sides. He used your neck like a vice to clamp your body in place - pushing you down into the plush seat of the car and holding you there as he adjusted your hips and just kept snapping his hips back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of you with a pace uncaring of the overstimulation you felt - your body and abs quivering from the cramp you could feel forming from the lack of a rest for your muscles, no post-orgasm relaxation allowed as Will fucked into your body, chasing his climax.

Your g-spot was crying out for a break, your abused hole and hurting muscles the same - though your head still couldn't get a post-haze clarity, as your internal monologue kept the nasty thoughts flowing through your mind and entire system. You fucked yourself back on his cock, arching your back and circling your hips to match his thrusts, have his cock press against every angle of your overstimulated interior.

Thrusts becoming sporadic and erratic - more forceful, less coordinated, you could tell he was going to cum, and you clenched your muscles - squeezing around him and watching as you pushed him over the edge, his head throwing back and guttural groan falling from his lips like liquid gold - his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped down swathes of precious, precious air whilst you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

You'd both climaxed. His grip fell from your hips slowly - fingers shaking and indicating this was just as hard of an orgasm for him as it was for you. You rested there in the moment, your skin wet and coated in a thin sheen of sweat, your thigh still touching Will's. You acclimatised to the moment; the brief peace and serenity and quiet. That was that; the fun was over and the transaction was finished.

Your body was the first to break, between your mental, emotional and physical states. You collapsed in the backseat, your hips flattening against the seat, back losing it's arch as all muscles relaxed and curved into the seat beneath you.

That was that; the fun was over and the transaction was finished.

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