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your-highnessmarvel · 7 months ago

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Insatiable

AN: No one asked for this but the Butcher brain rot is crazy and i can't stop myself. Alas, I couldn't resist so welcome to the madness. Anyway, I went insane and absolutely wrote a devoted piece to this man. Jesus help me.

Warnings: dub-con (use of sex pollen-ish mind control), smut, fingering, language, and Butcher is a warning in and of itself.

MINORS DNI Below the cut

"I'm not wearing any underwear."

The admonition echoed in the habitat of Butcher's Cadillac like a bird's call. Even the sound of leather on leather, as the man sitting beside you slowly turned to examine you, wasn't loud enough to get the stupid ringing out of your head.

This had all started off like a bad scab you thought was healed but wasn't, and now it was bleeding all over your favorite pink pull.

Hughie and MM had uncovered a rightful piece of Temp V hideout; a Supe's mansion on the Upper East Side who, just happened, to be throwing one of his renowned "XXXchange" parties for Supes and their pets (this was how it was described on the e-vite MM hacked).

This Supe, still unknown to everyone because he kept the mansion under a random woman's name, was supposedly a Seven-in-the-making, as Hughie put it. If he could prove himself, he was next in line for a comfy beige seat in the Tower. So hence, him keeping and distributing Temp V to teens and young adults who didn't know any better.

So what had been Hughie's grand ol' plan? Bring you in. As the newest Supe member of The Boys, no one had yet seen your face. No one even knew of you. You were a low-level "barely considerable" Supe...as Butcher had put it the first time he blew the hinges off your front door.

Your power wasn't really a - well, a power at all. It was mostly an advancement, an intellectual add-on, or a sixth sense. You could read lies. More coherently, because someone with a beard and a giant stick up his ass didn't understand correctly--you could tell when someone was lying.

You weren't really an attribute to the team when it came to brute force. You left that up to Annie and Kimiko. But you had your perks, and since you were still under Vought's radar, you could slip through the cracks and get intel for the Boys.

Now why was Butcher with you, the most notorious Boys' member? Well, one might say he was eager to see your 2-hour fight training in practice, but really, it was because he "didn't trust a dumb twat with highly sensitive information and tech". His words.

So he'd garnished a Tommy Bahama blouse with pink flamingoes and palm trees and a matching set of swim shorts, sunglasses, and a stupid bright pink bucket hat that was way too small for his big ass head.

And now here both of y'all were, headed to the Upper East Side, dressed like a hooker and a pimp. Annie had insisted on this get up, a tiny, tiny pink skirt, a white bikini top, and a pink cover up with flip flops to finish off this fucking look. Because apparently, no one would let you in if you weren't A) a Supe and B) not dressed like a House Bunny.

"So you're tellin' me," Butcher drawled as the New York skyline darkened, "that your bare pussy is suction-cupping my leather seats?"

You crossed your arms. "I'm sitting at an angle."

Butcher slapped the wheel. "You should've told me earlier!" he laughed. You frowned in return when he swivelled that giant head of his towards you. "Come now, if you're not wearing panties, why should I, eh?"

"You wear panties?"

He hummed, regaining control of the road as the car slipped passed the last townhouse to enter Mansion Ville.

"I like you, little Truthteller," he mumbled to himself. "Thought you were a bit worthless at first, but you might just prove yourself tonight!"

You didn't dare answer the last bit, instead focusing on the details Annie and Hughie gave you before you flip-flopped your way into Butcher's passenger seat (and did absolutely not suction-cup his leather seats).

The idea was to go in and place a few bugs in and around the mansion in key locations. You could try to figure out who the Supe was or even find out where he stashed his V, but it didn't matter. The Boys would find out over the bugs.

The mansion Butcher parked the Caddie in front of was like a cookie-cutter version of the 90s PlayBoy mansion.

"Alright, love," Butcher sighed, killing the engine and stepping out, rounding the nose of the car to open the door for you. "Give 'em a nice peek of that minge, eh?"

You blushed from head to toe, a torment of fire assaulting your skin until Butcher caught on and chuckled low in his chest, helping you step out the car with his hand.

You still hadn't gotten used to the crass words that could tumble out of his mouth like vomit.

He guided you to the entrance, where a man dressed in black boxers and a black neck tie asked for your invite number, which you recited from the one Hughie gave you.

Then he asked, "And which is Supe and which is pet?"

You blushed even hotter. "Um." Your throat got sticky and dry all at once. "I'm the Supe and he's my... um, he's my-"

"Her pet," Butcher interrupted with a wide smile, the sunglasses hiding the glint in his eye that was surely showing. That ridiculous bucket hat made him look almost two heads taller than you as he bent down to whisper in your ear, "bark, bark."

You groaned inwardly as you lead him into the foyer, where a sprawling staircase lead to a mezzanine and a mahogany banister and a wide archway gave way to a mess of bodies in the living room.

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning away from the onslaught of legs and arms and slithering bodies like a pile of snakes.

"Oh, nuh-uh," Butcher chuckled, grabbing you by the shoulders, steering you right into the mass of party-goers, moaning and groaning and thrusting into one another or bouncing on top of each other like mad dogs. "If you want to play the part, you have to look the part." His mouth was right next to your ear, and for some reason, the breath caressing your skin sent a slowly gliding shiver down your spine.

Why was this happening?

You felt the flesh melt where his fingers lay, clutching at your shoulders, pulling your coverup off of you.

"Butcher," you said, stopping his hand.

He shook his head. "Show them what you got, mama," he whispered again, the rough of his beard tracing against your cheek. He scooped the coverup off your shoulders and threw it across the room, leaving you in your bikini top.

Butcher had never seen you so exposed before. You'd always worn pants and t-shirts around the safe house, so watching all that bare skin available to his hungry eyes flipped a switch in his head.

A woman, tall and elegant, cream skin and sultry black eyes, approached you before Butcher could do something stupid. He straightened up, lifting the sunglasses from his nose.

"Miss, look at you," he cooed.

Miss was naked. Someone had left a bite mark on her right breast, just above her peaked nipple. She was so long-limbed and beautiful, and the sight of her naked body made you turn away instinctively.

"I like you," she said, voice low and husky, like a purr.

"I like you too, sweetheart," Butcher answered, the heat of his body completely leaving you as he zeroed in all his attention on the naked, wanting lady before you.

She huffed. "You're great too," she answered, and when you turned, her lascivious brown eyes were settled on you. "But it's her that I want."

Butcher gasped and then erupted in laughter, taking the bucket hat off his head and putting it to his heart. "Woah, I never imagined I'd see this in my lifetime."

The other woman smiled slowly and you gulped. She was pretty, but she was also not part of the mission.

So you back-peddled.

You put a delicate hand to Butcher's arm, digging your nails into his skin, and put on a lovely, sweet smile for the offering girl. "That's nice of you," you said, voice sultry like a wet candy cane. "But we're more interested in watching." As you said this, you dropped into your act as best you could, mustering up the strength not to blush but to play the part of the sex-obsessed Supe.

She brightened up at this, gesturing to Butcher. "Well I could fuck him while you watch," she suggested.

Butcher's body tensed up against you and he turned to you. "Please say yes," he mumbled.

You smiled, throwing him a glance. "Both of us are watchers," you corrected, watching as she bowed her head, a lustrous gleam in her eye.

"It would've been a pleasure," she said before walking away.

When she was climbing onto another woman's lap, Butcher grabbed your bicep and brought you into a corner, sheltered in the dim lighting of the room, smothered under the moans and groans and the sloppy sounds of...intercourse.

"You were this close to fulfilling a fantasy of mine," he groaned, and when you looked up, he looked more angry than turned on.

"We're not here so I can watch you have sex with a woman, asshole!" you gritted between your teeth. ''We're here to plant bugs and find some V."

He huffed, rearranging his Tommy Bahama. "I'm obeying just because you're wearing this outfit," he grumbled, following you as you led them into the next room.

A kitchen, stock full with boxes of canned beverages and food platters.

"Okay, here." You pointed to the dinner table in the adjacent room, a teakwood marvel that surely housed a few meetings or two.

Butcher expertly placed a bug under the table.

You meandered safely through the house, planting bugs in various living rooms, meeting rooms, and spare bedrooms. Whenever some couple or lone masturbator dedicated their attention to you both, you pretended to watch, Butcher enlacing you in his arms.

It's only then you noticed how tall, how big this man was. He was easily dwarfing you by just standing there, your head against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles against your exposed spine.

When the onlookers would pass, he'd chuckle as you pushed him away like he was a booger wall.

But the more you traveled in the house, the more people seemed to stare, wanting, questioning. So you ended up holding Butcher's hand, at his command: "Wouldn't want the lovely ladies stealing you away, eh?"

And hand holding turned into his arm around your shoulders, the tip of his very long fingers ghosting your breast.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered in your ear once he'd bugged up the toilet.

"Ew, no."

He sucked his teeth. "I mean," he gritted, pushing you up against a wall when a man with a considerably large strap on made his way towards you. Butcher bent down, squeezing the breath from your lungs as he grazed his mouth on your bare shoulder. He pressed a featherlight kiss, all while observing the passing man, dragging his lips up to your ear. "We should go bug up the rooms, eh? Maybe see if we can find this cunt's V supply?"

You nodded, a wicked shiver pebbling your flesh.

Butcher blew cold breath onto the thin line of saliva he'd left on your skin. "Cold?"

You swallowed hard. "Let's just go."

He chuckled as you grabebd his hand and led him back to the stairs, galloping up to the second floor.

Truth is, you'd never imagined Butcher like this. He was so arrogant and he loved to make people jump out of their skins by how uncomfortable they were with him, but you'd chopped it up to the old chip on the block; Butcher pushing people away to keep himself safe.

So when the Boys had initiated you, you'd figured it'd be best to steer clear from this tyrant of a man. He was way older than you anyway, and he was always calling you every name in the book except your government given one. And he was always dismissing your ideas, so you'd always assumed he had an image of an immature little girl in his head.

But he'd dreamed of you more times than he cared to count. The messed up parts of his brain, where most of it was left behind in his old life, conjured up hauntings of you every night. Of those soft, plump lips whenever you'd eat cherries. Of your legs in your pajama shorts and your giggle when Kimiko signed something stupid. Of that perfect little body of yours.

"Okay, in here." You interrupted his chain of thought, the one that was going to crash into a puddle brains that would eventually leak out of his ear.

You lead him into a room, which turned out to be some kind of antechamber with a hearth and a giant portrait of a small, bald man.

"He looks like a mouse," you muttered.

But Butcher froze, tearing his hand away from yours. "Oh, fuck me," he groaned, putting his sunglasses and hat onto the low table. "That's the fucking Seducer."

Your skin crawled. You turned, examined Butcher's expression as he leaned against the far wall. "This cum guzzler is the one trafficking V?" he thought to himself, just as you asked, "who's the Seducer?"

Butcher turned to examine you across the room, lit by a few lights in the sconces. "He's the world's number 1 date raper," he answered, frowning. "This guy can intoxicate the female species into a mad heat, like dogs."

"What?" You frowned.

Butcher walked a bit closer, turning his head to watch you out of one eye, like a bird. "Yeah, he secrets this hormone on a whim and boom, bitches go mad for his dick."

"Oh." You swallowed, turned to push the handle of another door, leading to a darkened room fit for a king. "I think this is his room."

Butcher muttered behind you, "Lucky guy if you ask me."

"Trouble getting women, Butcher?" you asked absentmindedly as you entered the dark room, lights from the lawn outside filtering milky-white through the windows, illuminating your path like a trail of snow.

Butcher followed, closing the door behind you. "Not really," he answered, immediately pulling cubbards and drawers open. "The ladies love me."

"Oh, yeah I bet," you muttered, pulling open the wardrobe. A loose floorboard creaked loudly and you froze, turning to meet Butcher's eye.

He scrambled to where you stood, pressing on the floor and repeating the awful creaking sound.

"Pants jizzer must be keeping the V under his floor," he mumbled, pressing until at least 6 floorboards rose from the ground on one end, a whole door to the underside of the Seducer's floor.

"Bingo," you giggled, helping Butcher pull the damn thing open. But there was nothing there, only an empty black space that could've fit maybe two people, gaping at you like a dark maw. "He must have transfered them," you whispered.

"Or he's trafficking other things," Butcher replied darkly.

Just as you were about to close the floorboards, a loud thud rang out in the antechamber. You froze, listening, until a feminine giggle made you and Butcher lock eyes.

"Get in," he whispered, motioning to the black pit under your knees.

"In here!?" you whispered tightly.

Whoever was on the other side was making their way towards the room, painstakingly, and this was not the place you and Butcher needed to be found.

"Yes, fuck, get in," he insisted, and your heart thudded so loudly, so harshly against your throat you thought it would burst right out through your chest.

Shaking, you got into the little space, falling onto your back because you couldn't see where this thing ended. As soon as you got your hair out of your eyes, Butcher was tumbling onto you, closing the floorboards a millisecond before the bedroom door burst open.

Sound was immediately muffled, like being underwater, and the only thing you could hear was your breathing. Butcher's breathing over you. Your heart in your throat, nauseating you, the adrenaline rushing like a flood in your veins.

Butcher's chest heaving against yours, the entire length of him pressed up on you like a heavy blanket.

"Get off," you whispered, feeling the heat of his forearm next to your head.

"There's no space," he grumbled, his voice catching on your cheek, your neck, as he tried to maneuver himself every which way that meant he wasn't pressed up on you, but he was just so damn big, like hiding with a grizzly bear, that whenever he tried to move, he just ended up being half on and half off you.

"Fuck it," he grumbled, pressing one hand under your thigh, wrenching a gasp from your throat as he placed himself comfortably between your legs.

The pressure of him on your bare bottom half made you freeze, heart hammering like an angry drum against your ribcage. The way you were positioned, thighs wide open, knees bent each side of his waist, made the skimpy little skirt bundle up onto your tummy, leaving you completely bare.

"Hush up, little thing," Butcher whispered in your ear, holding himself up on his forearms as not to crush the breath out of you. But his voice was wretched, pulled and tight, no doubt reacting to the heat he could feel through the thin fabric of his swim shorts.

The noise overhead intensified; a moan, a few garbled words, thudding.

"They're going to do it while he lie here," you whispered, hands balled up by your sides.

Butcher chuckled silently, breath fanning your neck. "So we really are voyeurs."

You smiled, holding back a giggle until a heavy thud caught your attention and the voices suddenly got a bit clearer. They were right over you.

A woman's voice floated through. "How ever I can serve you, Seducer."

The last word made your insides coil in fear. It looked like this woman was answering a command from the Seducer himself, the man who owned this house, who trafficked all the V and worked with Vought.

"Fuck," Butcher muttered. "This is worse than I thought."

"Why?" you asked silently, your fingers trembling against your thighs.

You felt him bend forward, his body tight like a rod. "This is going to hurt, love."

And just as you were about to ask what he was about to do, a soft pang echoed in your lower belly, like someone had tied a rope to your bellybutton and pulled. You squirmed, the thudding overhead leading back to the bed.

The pulling again, making you heave in a breath, squeeze your eyes shut. "No, no, no," you muttered, feeling an ache build between your legs, a force pull through your veins like molten honey.

The Seducer was using his power. And it wasn't just affecting the woman he was with... it was starting to affect you.

You felt yourself clench on nothing but air when the ache throbbed against your clit, like an invisible vacuum seal had closed over it, and you lifted your hips off the floor slightly.

Butcher immediately grabbed your hip, bringing you back down forcibly, sending a new wave of heat, of ache, of hurt through your body just at the touch of his bare fingers on your bare hip.

"Don't," he breathed, his word clipped. "Don't do that."

He could feel the heat of you through his shorts, just how impossibly hot you were, probably dripping from the Seducer's power, and the little control he exhibited around you was pulling quite taut.

"It hurts, Butcher," you gritted through your teeth, hands settling on his shoulders for support as another wave of need, of painful, painful need, throbbed through your body like a pulsing nuclear explosion. Your legs tightened around his waist, nails digging into the fabric of his Tommy Bahama. "Make it stop," you pleaded, heaving, throwing your head back, bucking your hips to get the pain to stop. Just stop.

Butcher huffed, cradling your face, his insides in turmoil with his brain. God had given him such a gift right now, a chance to take you, mark you as his, finally fuck that perfect little body--and he didn't know if he was man enough to stop himself.

You groaned in pain, subconsciously grinding your bare pussy against his thigh, searching for any kind of friction, of relief. Your skin was so hot, sweat beading your forehead as you braced through another wave of this unknown ache, throbbing relentlessly against your clit, deep inside you, just grazing your g-spot.

Your fingers balled into fists against his shirt, your face finding his chest, and you sobbed, "Make it stop, Butcher, please, it hurts."

You weren't aware that your hips had started grinding against his thigh, the knee he'd placed between your legs for leverage. And just the fact that he could feel his shorts getting soaked had him straining against the stitches of his sanity.

"There's only one way," he breathed against your ear. You sobbed, heaving, breathing raggedly, grinding so hard on his knee it was almost pathetic. "Are you sure you want to try?" he asked, voice trembling.

You sniffed, hung onto his neck for dear life. "Please, anything, this is--ah--this is unbearable."

He bent his head, mumbled for God to forgive him, and then pressed a deep, hard kiss on your lips, pressing you back into the floor completely. Somewhere above him, he heard a woman moan loudly, but the only thing that registered to him was the way you clung to him like a pawing animal.

A strangled moan, quiet and restrained, left your throat, caught behind your teeth as he ravaged your mouth.

"N-no," you mumbled. "No."

He pulled away, kissing your jaw, your neck until your were humping his thigh like a woman gone mad.

"This the only way, little Truthteller," he murmured in your ear, dragging his knee away and feeling your entire body go stiff against him.

A whine, like delicious music, lifted to his ear and he groaned inwardly. He had to convince himself he was doing it for you, but half of him was delighted at the idea of finally having you. Like a meal he'd been mouth-watering over for some time, and now it was fresh and warm right in front of him.

"I need," you muttered, groaning through another wave of the Seducer's power, your hips bucking into nothing. "I need..."

"You need to cum, little dove," Butcher whispered, caressing the side of your face and you shook your head.

"No."

"Yes, love," he muttered, tracing the line of your neck, down your chest until he softly cupped your breast.

A quiet moan rippled along your throat like a symphony to his ears. He played with your hard nipple through the fabric until he pushed it aside and replaced his thumb with the warmth of his mouth.

"Fuck," you whispered, pushing against his shoulders. "This is wrong." Your voice was so thin.

Butcher lapped at your nipple like an ice cream cone. "Want me to do this to your pretty little pussy?" he mumbled, and the crass words sent a hot wave of need pulsing painfully between your legs.

His other hand skimmed down your side, over the swell of your hip, and down to where you needed him most.

When he swiped a slow finger across your soaked folds, the grunt that left him was purely predatory. "You're so fucking wet," he whispered, to the accompanying sound of your panting. He brushed his thumb across your clit, holding you down as you jolted, flicking his tongue against your nipple.

"Butcher, please," you begged.

"Billy, love," he whispered, raising his head to kiss the corner of your mouth, brushing his thumb against your clit once more to capture your gasp in his kiss. "Call me Billy."

You gripped onto his shoulders, feeling the wide, powerful muscle of his right hand playing with you.

He pressed three fingers flat against you and you bucked, searching for more, as he circled slowly, starting you off.

"Say it," he commanded quietly, circling your clit faster.

"Billy," it came out as a whine and he groaned lowly, capturing your lips and kissing down your throat. The way his fingers played you like a harp wrenched a pornographic moan from your throat and immediately, Billy put a hand over your mouth, the skin between his thumb and forefinger snug under your nose.

"Quiet for me, little Truthteller," he whispered.

He moved his fingers to your entrance and slipped one in so easily it was almost embarrassing. He cooed at you, gliding his finger in and out so slowly it was almost arrogant. "So fucking wet, this perfect little hole."

You keened, squeezing your eyes shut at his crude words, searching for more friction until the heel of his hand pressed snuggly against your clit.

Your hips moved on their own, bucking against his hand as he pumped his finger, faster and faster until your pants turned into hyperventilating and your legs started to close around his hips.

"Got my whole hand drenched, pretty love," he whispered. "That perfect little cunt can handle another finger?"

You preened against his hand, your sounds muffled against his large, meaty palm and he chuckled at you.

The second finger was a tighter fit, his thick digits spreading you and squelching into you slowly.

"Ah, there's my girl," he moaned in your ear. "Fucking my fingers like a good girl."

You wanted to tell him to quit teasing, to bring you to orgasm as quickly as possible because the heat stirring under your skin was insatiable, but you didn't understand how much Billy was enjoying himself. He didn't know when he'd get a chance to have you so willingly spread open for him again, or if he'd ever get the chance again. So he savored this moment like a dying man's last meal.

He let you adjust to his fingers, fucking them into you, palming your clit before he thrust in another finger, opening you wide to him. You gurgled against his hand, muffled moans and pleas stuck behind his palm.

He didn't miss just how tight you were around his fingers, how snug and warm. "So tight, my little love," he cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly, enjoying the way your hips bucked.

The sloppy sounds of your cunt sucking on his fingers drove you mad and a hot, painful knot formed in your belly, pulling and tugging at your insides.

He felt you trembling, your orgasm on the horizon, and he lifted his hand off your mouth, capturing your lips in a warm, sloppy kiss.

"Want you to cum with my name in your mouth," he mumbled, almost incoherent in his chase for your climax. He pressed his thumb to your mouth, opening it, listening to your panting, your quiet moans as he fucked his fingers into your cunt, pressing down on your clit, rubbing it with his palm.

"Billy," you breathed. "Billy. Billy." Like a mantra, a prayer.

"That's it, my pretty girl," he whispered, thumb on your tongue, fingers fucking your pussy until that knot in your bely tightened impossibly and your legs went numb. "Cum my pretty dove, gush all over my hand, come on now."

He grunted against you, and somehow, that guttural, manly sound made stars explode in your belly and you came, shuddering his name quietly, over and over and over until the pleasure had seeped out of your veins and you crumbled back to the floor. You felt his fingers slip out of you, his wet hand pull your knee apart, press against the meat of your thigh, spreading you wide, wide open.

He slithered down your body like a snake, pushing you up against the confines of this box until you felt the warm breath of him against your clit. When he lapped at you, humming around your hole like a satiated man, you mumbled his name, searching with your hands until you grabbed onto the thick strands of his hair. Panting, you mumbled his name again.

"Just having a taste, love," he mumbled, sucking on your over-sensitive clit until the heat came blasting through you again, all over, like you were under the Seducer's spell again.

"Fuck," you gritted, biting your lip, caging in the awfully loud, guttural moan that wanted to spring free.

Billy grabbed onto your hips, holding them down, his forearm over your belly like an anchor.

"One more, little Truthteller," he mumbled, flicking your clit with his tongue, his beard scraping on the inside of your sensitive thighs.

"Billy, please," you whined softly.

"Always wanted a taste," he said. Not a lie. "Always wanted to tongue-fuck this perfect hole." Not a lie.

He pressed his tongue flat to your clit, sucked and nibbled on it until he pressed his tongue right into your cunt, fucking you with his tongue like he'd promised. The mix of his hot breath, his tongue inside your walls, his thumb working on your clit made all your senses flush full of adrenaline. Bucking against his face, you rode his mouth until another flash burst through you and you came all over his face, grinding down on his nose until the last waves of your orgasm had left you.

When he climbed back over, kissing your belly, your nipple, covering you with his warmth, you were just a numb shell of the girl you were when you walked in here.

Billy kissed your jaw, your neck, stroking your hair as you regained your senses.

Whoever had been overhead had gone. It was completely silent. And it left you wondering if that last wave of need had been the Seducer's spell or Billy's.

"We should go, love," he whispered. "Before I stuff you full of my cock and have you cumming on it for the third time."

His filthy mouth brought you back to your body, cold and sweaty and oh so comfortable with two orgasm singing in your veins.

"Yeah," you whispered as Billy pushed the trap door open, peaking out to make sure the coast was clear, and then hopping out. He helped you out with his hand, gentle and calm, smoothing down your hair, covering your nipple, patting down your two-inch skirt.

"I've made a real good mess of you, love, eh?" he chuckled, standing and taking your hand. "Was I a good pet?"

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 29 days ago

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"It was mine from the moment I touched it."

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~18+ THIS FIC CONTAINS SMUT!!~

Joe grunted as he checked the time on his watch. He gritted his teeth as he looked out the window at her house, all the lights were off indicating she wasn’t home. He sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on the headrest. She was playing games and he was not in the mood.

He rechecked his watch before stanching his phone out of the cup holder. “Hey Siri, call Babygirl.” He put the phone on speaker before closing his eyes again.

“Please leave a message for 305-” Joe hung up the phone and opened their text thread

To Babygirl: you playin'… imma have to show you im not the one to play with.

Egypt groaned as her date for the night, Hakiem pulled up in front of her house. Joe’s white Cadillac Escalade stood out like a sore thumb in her driveway. Hakiem, who still had his hand on her exposed thigh arched his eyebrow and looked at her. “You good.”

“Yeah.” she sighed. “Just… don’t pay attention to anything he says.” She opened the door and got out of his car, leaving him confused for a second before he shut the car off and followed behind her. As they walked up the stone pathway to her house she heard the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut, signaling that Joe had got out of his car.

“You knew I was coming to see you today.” Joe started and Egypt could feel him staring at the back of her head as she fumbled around her purse for her keys.

“And I told you not to. We’re over Leati.”

“I’m sorry I can’t drop everything for you Egypt. You knew about my job and how important my role in the company is to me.” He shot back. He turned his attention to the man who was blocking Joe from getting to Egypt and sucked his teeth. By the way, the man was looking at him, Joe knew that he recognized him. “You gonna move or do I have to move you?”

“Joe!” Egypt chided just as she opened her front door. She turned around and stared at Joe.

“Look. I don’t know the situation or anything, but Egypt said she doesn’t wanna talk to you so maybe you should back off.”

Joe slowly blinked before turning his attention to Hakiem. He shook his head as he started to chuckle. Egypt gulped as she looked between the two men, she looked down at her heels and decided that she was not dressed properly to stop a fight between them.

“Joe…” Egypt trailed off, walking around Hakiem and standing in front of Joe, placing a hand on his chest. “Don’t.” Joe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Hakiem, I’ll text you later okay?”

Hakiem scoffed, his face scrunched up as he looked between Joe and Egypt. Hakiem’s brows knitted together, clearly not happy with the situation. He stood his ground, his jaw tight, but there was a hint of confusion in his eyes as he tried to make sense of Egypt’s request. He had come here to be with her, not to play peacekeeper between her and the man who still seemed to think he had some claim over her. “Deadass?” He asked, fist balling at the smirk that was now on Joe’s face.

“You heard her, leave.” Joe’s smile got wider as Hakiem slightly pushed Egypt out of the way and walked into Joe’s face. Joe didn’t move an inch, still standing there, his posture confident, almost smug, as if he knew exactly what Hakiem was thinking and was daring him to act on it. “Whatchu’ gon’ do? Huh?’

Hakiem’s jaw tightened as he glared at Joe. His fist tightened and before he could do anything, Egypt pushed him back and stood in front of Joe. Hakiem scoffed at how she was protectively standing in front of him. “Hakiem, please. Leave.”

“You heard the lady. Why don't you run along now? The grown-ups need to talk.”

“Nigga I’ll fuck you up -”

“Enough!” Egypt yelled over Hakiem. “You need to leave,” Egypt said locking eyes with Hakiem. “Now.”

“Man, whatever,” Hakiem sucked his teeth. “You probably wasn’t givin’ up no pussy anyway.” Hakiem rolled his eyes and stormed over to his car. Egypt could have sworn she saw him throw up his middle finger as he sped away.

Egypt rolled her eyes and then turned to walk into her house, not bothering to shut the food behind her because she knew Joe was going to follow her.

“We have one argument and you already tryna give my shit away huh?” Joe smirked as he followed Egypt into the home. He shut and locked the front door and enabled the alarm. Nobody would be leaving until the morning. He toed off his Jordans and left them at the front door before walking into the living room where Egypt was sitting on the couch massaging her feet.

“You ignoring me now?” Joe asked.

Egypt sighed. “Why are you still here?”

“You gonna put me out?”

Egypt sighed again and stood from the couch. She brushed past Joe and started walking towards her bedroom. She should have shut the door in his face when she entered the house. He was so infuriating. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Egypt huffed and startd to peel the bodysuit off her body. “You're unbelievable,” Egypt muttered, her back to Joe as she shimmied out of the tight fabric. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin.

Joe leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “I'm unbelievable? You're the one who had some random ass dude at your house.”

Now only dressed in her bra and panties, Egypt turned around and glared at Joe while folding her arms over her chest. “Let me remind you, you walked out on me. All I asked for was more of your time.”

“And you know I come here wherever I can. I can’t just not show up to work, Egypt. I can’t be around my kids because you wanna cuddle and watch movies all day. I told you I love you and I meant it. But you gotta grow up. I can’t be with you 24/7. I’m a grown-ass man with responsibilities.”

Egypt scoffed and shook her head. “You’re absolutely right.” Turning on her heels, she marched into her closet. Joe huffed and sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to come back. When she did reenter the room, she was dressed in an oversized white t-shirt. “You’re a grown man with responsibilities and I don’t fit into your life.”

Joe let out a humorless chuckle. “You don’t get it. I’m trying. I’ve asked you multiple times to move to Miami with me and you said no. I asked you just to visit and you said no. I asked just for you to come on the road with me, not all the time but maybe a couple times a month and you said no. I’ve been trying to build something with you, but every time I try, you shut me out. I’m not asking you to leave everything behind, but I’ve made it clear that I want you with me. And every time, you say no. So what the hell am I supposed to do?”

Egypt felt her resolve crack a little. Moving to Miami would be a huge step for her. She would be leaving behind her family and all her friends, most of whom she has had since middle school. Joe knew that Egypt leaving her parents behind would be hard for her.

“I know you’re scared of leaving your parents,” he said, his voice steady but soft, causing Egypt to look up at him.“'But I’m just asking for a chance. For us to really try and make this work."

“I’m scared Joe.” She finally admitted and Joe stood up from the bed and walked over to her, pulling her into his arms. “What if I leave everything behind and it doesn't work out?” She whispered into his chest “What if we don’t work out? I don’t want to lose you, Joe.”

“Won’t ever happen,” Joe said matter of factly. “I’m not promising you that everything will be perfect, Egypt. I promise you that we’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out together, no matter what happens. I’m not going anywhere. And I won’t let you go through this alone.” Joe gently cupped her cheek in his hand. “Do you trust me?” He whispered looking deep into her eyes.

Her heart skipped, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. She stared back into his eyes, searching for any trace of doubt, any sign that he might not be as sure as he was saying. But all she saw was certainty—certainty in him, in his commitment to her. “Yes.” She whispered back.

Joe’s hand gently slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and without a word, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was soft at first, tentative as if Joe was giving her one last chance to change her mind. But as Egypt melted into his embrace, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. Joe easily lifted Egypt into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Joe carried Egypt over to her bed and gently laid her down. He quickly rid himself of his black OTC hoodie and black Nike fit shirt.

Egypt did the same as she sat up on the bed and pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties again. Joe licked his lips as he climbed on the bed, his body covering hers as she laid down once again. Egypt let out a moan when Joe started trailing kisses down her neck and towards her breast. With his eyes locked onto hers, he quickly unclasped the front clasp. He cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over her hardening nipple while his mouth closed over the other. Egypt arched her back, gasping with pleasure as Joe's tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple.

Joe's hand slid down her stomach, tracing the curve of her hip before dipping between her thighs. He stroked her through the thin fabric of her panties, feeling the heat and dampness there. Egypt gasped and rocked her hips, craving more of his touch.

“Joe.” She moaned. “Please.”

He smirked as he released her nipple from his mouth. “Tell me you love me.” He said as he stared trailing kisses down her stomach. Egypt let out a blissful sigh and Joe dipped his tongue into her belly button.

“I love you.” She moaned out as he scraped his teeth against her sensitive skin. Joe hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him pull them down.

He paused and she opened her eyes to look at him. “We gon make this work. Me and you.”

Egypt nodded eagerly. “Yes, baby. Me and you.” Her sentence broke off into a moan as Joe’s tongue finally made contact with her sensitive clit. Her back arched off the bed. She reached for his hair and let it out of the bun he had it in.

Joe let out a low groan as her essence flowed into his mouth. Joe gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he devoured her. He looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers, he winked at her before he placed a kiss on her clit.

He smirked at her as he rose to his full height. Egypt rose to her elbows and watched as he pulled his sweatpants and his briefs down. His eyes hungrily raked over her body. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He muttered. He climbed back into the bed as Egypt reached for him. He positioned himself between her thighs and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands roamed her curves.

Egypt wrapped her legs around Joe's waist, pulling him closer. She could feel his hard length pressing against her entrance, teasing her. Joe broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, as he slowly pushed himself into her stretching and filling her. They both groaned at the sensation.

“Fuck.” He groaned, resting his forehead against hers. “I miss you baby. You missed me?” Egypt nodded, unable to talk because of how good Joe was making her feel. Joe quickened his pace, driving into her with more force. Egypt's moans grew louder, filling the room along with the sound of skin against skin. “Good ass pussy.” He muttered against her neck as sucked a hickey onto her neck. “Tryna give me shit away.” He abruptly pulled out of her and turned her on her stomach.

Egypt immediately got into position. Face down ass up. A small blissed-out smile on her face as she knew what was coming. Joe gripped both her ass cheeks in his hand as he spread them. He licked his lips as he buried himself back inside her. He set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against her ass with each thrust. Egypt gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

“This my pussy.” He growled out, “Tell me.”

“Joe” Egypt moaned, mouth wide open. “Fuck… it’s yours.”

“I know it is. Shit was mine from the moment I touched it.”

Egypt felt herself spiraling towards the edge, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. Joe's possessive words and dominating presence only heightened her arousal. She pushed back against him, meeting his movements and taking him even deeper.

"That's right, take it all," Joe grunted, his fingers digging into her hips. "Show me how much you missed this dick."

Egypt cried out in ecstasy, her inner walls clenching around him. “Fuck… I wanna cum, can I cum?”

Joe's hand snaked around her waist, his fingers finding her sensitive bud. He rubbed tight circles as he continued to pound into her from behind. "Come for me, baby," Joe commanded, his own breathing ragged. "Let me feel that pussy squeeze me."

Egypt let out a loud moan as her orgasm hit her. Joe continued to thrust into her causing her to squirt all over his lower half and her sheets. Joe stilled inside her as his orgasm hit him. He pumped into her a couple more times before dropping down onto the bed next to her and gathering her into his arms.

“I love you Egypt,” Joe whispered after his breathing had gotten under control. “I want this to work with you. I can’t lose you either.” He said and she smiled up at him.

“I guess I gotta call a moving company in the morning.”

Authors Note: ... was it worth the wait? �� THANK YOU FOR READING!! sorry if the ending is ass... I didn't know how to end it 😬.

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bohemianblasphemy · 3 months ago

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It Will Come Back

Billy Butcher x Reader

“Don’t you hear me howling babe?”

Content: unprotected sex, lil bit of fingering and hair pulling, Feral Butcher nailing reader against the wall- enough said.

All that he could think of was you.

The way that you had consumed his being, his desire for you never faulted and god, was he in deep.

Pacing back and forth, his eyes on the counter focused on the black screen of his phone. He needed you, craved the presence and taste of you.

Stopping in his obsessive motions, “fuck it…” he mumbles to himself and takes his phone in his hand.

Billy typed at his keyboard, your name blaring at him on the top of the screen.

Billy: you home right now?

You: yeah I am, you okay?

Billy: need you, now.

He felt the familiar strain in his jeans, the mere thought of you making him harder than you would ever imagine as he anticipated your reply.

The flick in his wrist turned faster than the speed of sound as he felt his phone vibrate, indicating your response.

The words ‘Come over x’ paired with a lewd photo of you in your bathroom mirror- cladded in only a matching bra and underwear set made him groan softly at the sight of you, The image burned into his pupils. He didn’t think twice to grab his keys and race out the door to crawl back to you.

His knuckles turned white from the grip on the steering wheel, weaving in and out of traffic and filtering out the angered beeps of horns from other members of the public.

Butcher did not give a fuck.

Billy could see your apartment come into view, his Cadillac pulling up to the curb with an abrupt holt- parking and striding to your door.

His knuckles rapped on the wood, his impatience filling him to the brim as he waited for you to answer. As soon as he heard the soft click of the handle his eyes averted to your figure before him- still cladded with the matching lingerie set but with the added silky dressing gown, making the tent in his jeans all the more tighter.

Pushing past you he slammed the door shut behind him, turning to face you. His eyes turned black with desire, raking over the way you stood there mirroring his lustful gaze.

Billy couldn’t wait any longer- without saying a word he paced toward you and took you by the waist, backing you up against the nearest wall.

His lips attached to yours, pushing his tongue past your lips almost too desperately. The shared groan of relief you both gave to each other- finally being able to satisfy the craving of each other’s taste.

“Too many fuckin’ clothes…” he grumbled as he pulled away from your mouth, tugging on the knot that held your robe together and pulling it off your shoulders and looking down at you once more.

A low growl left his lips, a predatory glint in his eyes as he ripped off your underwear in one swift motion.

“Billy!” You gasped watching his toss the now broken material to the floor.

“You’ll be right, you got plenty of ‘em…” he whispered trailing his fingers around your hips before dipping his fingers between your thighs, feeling your warm, slick cunt on his digits.

“F-fuck…” you breathed out, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you savoured his touch.

He groaned as he coated his fingers with your essence, dipping them inside you slowly and pumping them in and out, hearing your soft breathy moans in his ear.

“God love I need you, I need to fuck you- now.” He practically howled as he withdrew his digits from you, sucking the wetness off his middle and index fingers.

“Turn around and bend over f��me…” he commanded, watching you comply.

Billy reached for his belt buckle, undoing the flimsy bit of leather until it loosened enough for him to unbutton his faded jeans, pushing them and his briefs down enough so his hard cock could spring free, twitching as it stood at attention.

You turned your head around to look at him, watching him as he pulled your hips close to his- his hard length in his hand as he stroked it softly, guiding himself to line up with your pussy.

The head of his cock ran up and down against your delicate folds, bumping your clit and feeling your body jolt as if you had been shocked by electricity. In a swift and steady motion, he sunk himself into you- a desperate growl erupted from his chest.

“Oh billy…” you panted, feeling him pump in and out of you and slowly picking up the pace. The grip he had on your hips was firm, enough to leave bruises.

His hips collided into yours with fervour, the slapping sounds of skin and groans filling the hallway of your home.

Billy brought his hand and laced his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back.

“I’m fuckin’ addicted to ya, this pussy belongs to me…” he growled in your ear biting down on your earlobe, earning a strangled gasp from your lips.

He could feel his orgasm bubbling inside him; short pants and deep, sloppy thrusts as he rubbed on your clit- feeling your walls pulsate around him as you too reached your peach.

You called out his name, feeling your thighs shaking from the shocks of your orgasm and feeling Billy’s cock pulsate and coat your walls with his cum, groaning in your ear as he came down from his high.

Slowly pulling out of you, he turned you back around - bringing you in for another deep kiss. He wanted more, craved for more of you.

“I ain’t done with you yet…” he breathed out as he pulled away from your lips.

“We’re gonna ‘ave a long night sweetheart…”

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olliesallamericanbitch · 2 months ago

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Prologue - Who is Y/n?

Synopsis: Meet yourself. Or... this version of yourself. You get your own wikipedia page!

Chapter One

Wikipedia

Y/n Vanderbilt

Born: January 1, 2001 (age 24)

Nationality: American

Occupation: Fashion Designer, Entrepreneur

Known For: Founder and CEO of Biltmore, Heiress of the Vanderbilt family and fortune

Biography

Y/n Vanderbilt is an American fashion designer and entrepreneur. The young direct descendant of the Vanderbilt family, she has gained recognition for founding Biltmore, a luxury fashion brand known for its elegance and modern silhouettes.

Despite her illustrious family name, Y/n has been lauded for her efforts to build her empire independently, though critics often attribute her success to her family's wealth and connections.

Vanderbilt grew up in Queens, New York, attending public schools and later studying at the Politecnico di Milano. She launched Biltmore in 2020, combining her love of design with her meticulous business acumen. Her brand quickly gained traction among celebrities and influencers, earning her a spot on Forbes 30 under 30 in 2022.

Personal Life

Known for her poise and exclusivity, Y/n keeps her personal life largely private, sparking frequent speculation in tabloids and gossip columns. In interviews, she has stated that she avoids relationships, citing fears of vulnerability and exploitation.

Her new connection to the Formula 1 world stems from her mother, a key investor and team principal in the General Motors/Cadillac Formula 1 team. While Vanderbilt has attended several races in the past, she remains tight-lipped about her interest in the sport, dismissing it as "a family obligation" despite rumors of closer ties to some of the drivers.

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isa-loves-you · 1 year ago

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♡Michael Schmidt has a crush♡

You were a sophomore in college, even though you live in an apartment off campus you still visited your mom almost everyday to check on her and to eat.

One night while you were visiting your mom she brought up the people who lived a couple of houses down "the young man knocked on my door this morning, asking if I would or If i knew someone who can babysit his sister at night". The reason why she brought this up is because you were looking for a job, with being a college student you needed the money and nights were perfect since you only have three classes a week. "He's a cutie, he would be perfect for you" you mom called out as she walked into the other room "cute doesn't matter I just need a job".

It's been almost a month since you started watching abby. She was the best kid you have ever babysat for, and she loved you which made your job so much easier.

"Hey y/n, can I ask you a question" "what is it abs" you stopped coloring to look at her. "Will you marry Mike, so you can live here and I can see you everyday"

You were a bit taken back by the question, how did she know that you liked mike?. "I'm really flattered that you want to see me everyday, but I don't think your brother likes me like that" you flashed her a smile to ease the tension but she just shrugged her shoulders and went back to drawing.

Ever since you started watching abby you found yourself infatuated with Mike. He wasn't a very open person but for some reason mike would open up to you, your mom was right he was a cutie.

It was almost midnight until you heard keys jingle and the front door unlock. Mike threw his keys on the small table by the door before looking for you. "Hey I made peanut butter stir fry, do you want me to make you a plate" you asked while already making a B-line to the kitchen."oh no it's okay, I can get it myself you already do almost everything here" you turned to Mike grabbing his arm and pulling him to the table "oh please making a plate is not going to hurt me, now please sit down".

Mike sat down and watched you shuffle around the kitchen to make him some to eat. Mike would never admit to himself but he liked having you around, he loved that abby adored you, sometimes he thimks she likes you more than him. He really wouldn't know what he would do without you, you now became his reason to get up everyday, too look nice, and too be happy.

After mike ate he walked you to your car while talking to you "I get my paycheck tomorrow so would it be okay if you stopped by after class to pick it up?" "Yeah no problem I'll stop by around 6". You stod there justing looking into his eyes, even though Michael's face told a story of a hard life, his eyes showed compassion. You would be a fool to not fall in love with him.

Once you left, Mike got ready for bed. He took the pills he always takes, replayed the tape he always plays, and looked at the Nebraska poster he always falls asleep looking at, but something was different. You were the only thing he could think about before the sleeping pills kicked in.

His dream started out like it always does, his mom spills her coke and tells him to keep track of Garrett. As soon as he sees Garrett in the back of a strangers Cadillac he takes Chace after it. No matter how hard he runs, he can never catche up with the mysterious car.

Mike stops to put his hands on his knees and catches his breath. Giggling. He hears Giggling.

Mike looks back up to now see a field of grass. This wasn't his dream, this is different from his normal nightmares. There in the field stood a happy abby, laughing holding hands with a happier y/n. Mike feels his heart pick up speed.

"Mike!" Abby ran towards her big brother with open arms. Mike catches his sister while y/n walked twords the two of them. He flashes a smile in y/n's direction "I've missed you mike", you kiss his cheak and hug the siblings tight . If he didn't known that this was a dream he would have thought that he died and went to heaven.

"Mike Wake up, I'm hungry". Abby jumps up and down on her brothers bed until she hears him grown,"okay okay abby give me a minute". He stands up and makes his way to the bathroom while abby returns back to the living room where she watches her cartoons and color.

Once mike sets abbys plate in front of her she immediately digs in. "Abby would you be okay if I started to date someone?", the young girl replies without even thinking about it "only if its y/n, she likes you". Mike looked at his sister shocked "well who else would it be, because I like her too" he says trying to play it like he knew this whole time.

It was almost 8 when you entered the house and abby ran up to give you a hug. "Hey hun I'm sorry my class ran later, I tried to call but no one answered" Mike came out of abbys bedroom with a relieved yet anxious look on his face. "Abby go to your room, I need to talk to y/n about grown up stuff" she looks at you with big eye to try to get you to let her stay "it will only take one minute, I'll come in there to say goodnight before I go".

Abby walked to her room with a sad and betrayed face. "Um here's you're payment, you'll be here tomorrow right" "Yeah, couldn't miss it for the world.".There it was, your smile. Oh how he couldn't wait any longer once he seen your million dollar smile.

"I know this might be sudden and very out of line, but could we maybe go out sometime"

You were surprised. "Yeah that sounds great, I would love to" you were stumbling over your words a little bit from being flustered. You two stood there with awkward smiles on your face, if you weren't in his house you would have been screaming from happiness.

"I better go say goodnight to abby before I go it's getting late" you stepped closer to Mike to get to the bedroom. "Y/n '' before you could respond to him, he placed his hand on the back of your ear and placed his lips upon yours.

It felt like a thousand minutes passed by in those five seconds, and you didn't want it to end. It wouldn't have ended if a certain someone spoke up.

"Yay I was right, y/n does like you mike!"

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clubsoft · 17 days ago

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⠀ ⠀ SUMMER , LO SIENTO ⠀ ⠀ JEY USO / POC ! F ! READER⠀⠀

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SUMMARY ⋆ cupid's arrow arrives in the form of a pink cadillac && takes root . WARNINGS ⋆ mechanic!jey / nods towards sexual acts but none are written out / mentions of blood / puppy love heartbreak / lots of fluff / lots of angst / a man talking abt cars but its jey so its cool / longing / minimal char description but written w woc in mind / age gap ( reader is mid - late 20s , jey is late 30s ) / size difference / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N WORD COUNT ⋆ 3 . 2 k NOTES ⋆ i originally wrote this fic abt 6 - 7 years ago w someone entirely different in mind but i love it sm that i went back n edited it to fit jey . it's mostly proofread but i doubt its perfect , there might b a difference in quality as well but i think thats the charm of re writing an old story . anyway !! enjoy !!

ACT . 1

With summer that year came the death of Jey— figuratively, of course. The heat nipped at his flesh and sweat beaded on his forehead as his low cut muscle tank stuck to his back. He spent his hours at his workplace, surrounded by the smell of car grease and rubber, and his free moments at the beach, but he could only watch so many sunsets before his heart ached for something more.

That day, the sun was burning intensely and stepping out of the air conditioned car garage had quickly become an irritation inducing task. Jimmy, his coworker and twin brother, was away for the week, visiting some friends down in the valley. That left Jey alone in the mechanic shop to tend to however many customers he could before he finally closed for the day.

His last customer— as dramatic as it may be— waited in her 1962 Pepto pink Cadillac. With her feet perched up on the dashboard, eyes transfixed on her phone screen and earbuds tucked in, she didn't notice the man until his knuckle rapped on her window. He watched a gasp form on her lips as she shot up, rolling the window down for him.

"Sorry— I didn't see the line go by," she said slowly, smiling sheepishly. He chuckled politely in response, ever the sweetheart, never one to make a customer feel uncomfortable in his presence.

"All good. What can I do for ya?" Jey fixed his loose top and leaned down, eyes shifting hastily over the sleek leather interior of the car. Impressive.

"I just need to get the battery replaced…" Judging from her hesitation and the way she bit the inside of her cheek after replying, she wasn't quite sure of what she needed. Just as he'd expected, her words were quickly followed by: "I think." Jey grinned that easy grin of his, his cheeks dimpling.

"What are the problems you've been having? Is it just not starting?" Her answer came as a confident nod and he held his hand out for the keys, which she placed in his palm before stepping out of her car. He wiped his dirtied hands over his jeans as he stood straight, glancing at the matching pink heart that hung from the keychain— he assumed it was some sort of obsession, but he himself had never found the shade of Pepto Bismol to be appealing.

The sky was beginning to darken, the lights in the garage shining much brighter than they did in the daytime. His last task of the day was an easy one, but he'd missed the sunset with how long he'd been at it. Older cars were set up differently. They were easier to fix— thankfully— but he found himself being extra careful not to touch the clean exterior with his grease stained fingers. The silence was awkward, but it wouldn't have been if there weren't so many questions swimming in Jey's head.

"This is real nice. S’this your car?," he finally asked, looking up for a moment, catching the girl's eyes. Had she been watching him this entire time? Many customers did, more often than not, so to feel a shiver run down his spine upon realizing she was doing such was… odd. What was so different about— Not all of those customers were so pretty… that was what set her apart. Jey blinked; once, twice, a third time, and then cleared his throat. To answer his question, she shook her head and just when Jey assumed she'd leave her answer at that, she began to speak.

"It's my grandmother’s. She's had it for forty years,” she replied, to which Jey nodded. "It's been broken down for a while, I just thought it would be more serious than a dead battery." This time, he shook his head.

"Sometimes, cars shut down if you don't turn ‘em on for a while. Usually, s’not just a dead battery. You got lucky, really." He watched her nod in understanding and divert her gaze back to her phone. There was something detached about the way she answered his questions, how quick she was to turn her attention away when it would no longer be too rude and how focused her words were, as if she picked each and every one carefully as she spoke. He didn't pry, he didn't feel the need to at that time. Everyone was always disturbed in their own ways, it seemed.

It soon became evident that his encounters with the girl would never end. After their first meeting, he'd forgotten her face within the next twenty to thirty minutes, much to his relief. Pretty faces weren’t good news when it came to him. Their second meeting, two weeks later, was passed off as a coincidence— it's a small world, he thought. After their third time stumbling across one another, he finally found out her name. He remembered her face after that night; glittering eyes and honeyed skin, lush lips and a perfect nose.

Jey could recognize her figure anywhere after that, and if he were to say he didn't miss her fingertips brushing against his hands as he held her hips or the feeling of her nails scraping his nape as she crooned his name, he'd be a lying fiend.

ACT . 2

Jey felt dainty fingers thread through his hair, the light scratching of long nails against his scalp. He breathed out a sigh.

"What are you doin’, baby?" he mumbled. Soft tresses brushed against his shoulders as she leaned down to press her lips to his, moving her body into his lap where his arms encompassed her waist. Her lips planted roses and tulips along his jaw and she buried her nose into the crook of his neck, exhaling gently and sending the butterflies in Jey's stomach to his spine, making him shudder.

"I have to leave," she whispered. She never met his eyes when he tried to look at her; instead, she borrowed her face into his chest, avoiding his gaze at all costs. She feared she'd cry, or say something he didn't want to hear just yet. She feared he wouldn't care— worse, she feared he'd leave her first.

"Hey, look at me." She felt the rumble of his voice in his chest, the tenderness of his fingertips against her chin, guiding her eyes to his own. Jey's hand shifted to cup her cheek, his thumb running gently over her skin. "What's wrong?"

"My dad…” she began, and then trailed off.

“Your dad?” Jey coaxed, gently.

“He doesn't like you and he— fuck— he saw me kiss you that one night when you dropped me off and he doesn't want you near me, because he doesn't like that I'm dating someone like you so I—”

Confusion apparent on his countenance, Jey tilted his head, and repeated, “Someone like me?” He wasn’t sure what that meant, for she avoided the topic of him meeting her family like the plague. He’d always assumed it was to do with things she wasn’t ready to tell him about. Never did he think it was to do with him. A naive way of thinking, when he reflected upon it. Yes, he was older, a good decade and some change separating their years, but she was old enough to know what she wanted. He didn’t have a career that made him six figures a year, nor did he plan on working towards one. The only thing he was good at was fixing cars, and he did that with no complaints. To her family, who’d worked hard to get her a college education, put themselves in debt to ensure her a future, Jey wasn’t an equal. Sure, it hurt to not be seen as enough, yet a single glance at his baby and his hurt faded, washed over by the sheer love in her tearful eyes.

“Age and job, college degree and— bullshit, it’s all bullshit! You take care of me, you make me happy, s’that not enough?” Her voice was raising, becoming fervid with perplexity. Jey cupped her chin with one warm hand, and watched fondly as the simple touch led her to match his slow, steady breathing, letting his closeness answer for him.

Droplets began to flow freely from her eyes, trembles running down her back. She cried herself tired in his arms, only relaxing under the sensation of his fingers drawing circles into her skin. "I don't want to leave you, but he knows I'm gone and if he finds me with you, he'll send me away.” Her embrace tightened around his torso. “Baby, I don't want to leave you."

"S’okay, sweetness," he mumbled. "We’ll figure somethin’ out."

"I have to get away from him, but where am I going to go? And what about you? What am I going to do without you?" Fresh tears raced down her cheeks, swiped away by Jey's thumbs. "I can't make you leave your life here… not for me.. not even temporarily… and I can't stay with him because he'll send me away to somewhere I might never see you again.” Utterly despondent, she let a sob shake her frame. “I'll lose you either way… I'm flirting with the edge of a cliff." Strong arms squeezed her tighter in reassurance. Jey’s heart was aching, hearing her sound so hopeless taking a much bigger toll than he feared he could handle.

"I won't let you jump… I said I’d never let you go, I meant it." Again and again, those words had left his lips. What a fool he’d been to think this was anything but love. When he mistakenly thought he missed the softness of her thighs and the smoothness of her lips instead of her, when he only held her close to listen to her whimper and groan, to feel her legs quivering around his waist. When he thought he would one day get tired of her voice, her laugh, her touch. Inhaling deeply, he filled his senses with her scent, and those three words slipped away before he even felt them on his tongue.

I love you. I'm never letting you go.

Fear had made his body freeze, the gasp that left her lips and the sigh that followed. The lust and courage drained to be replaced by lovesick whispers and tender touches. The soft dips and curves of her body were stamped into his memory and he refused to make himself forget.

His fingers basked in the softness of her locks as he let his mind wander, hoping to find a fragment of a solution among the growing shadows of anxiety. His lover had gone silent, her soft breathing indicating that she too, was in deep thought. He held her tighter, left kisses along her brow, and closed his eyes.

He could take her somewhere, leave behind what he'd known for years. They'd say he ran away for a girl, that she ruined him. It's what his friends always assumed, that she was in it for something else; rarely did women who looked like her truly love, but his baby was a fallen angel with tears of gold and a kiss like freshly bloomed cherry blossoms. Perfect. Oh, so perfect.

There was bound to be somewhere underneath the palm trees where they were safe.

"Baby," he began, his chest rising with a deep breath. "Let's take a trip."

ACT . 3

Jimmy thought Jey was wasting that golden heart of his on the wrong one; ruining his time on someone who'd run away once he was no longer enough, so the news of Jey's departure, especially as it was announced over the phone, had him shaking with anger. Every attempt made at getting his brother to rethink his decision was hastily dismissed, and though he understood how much joy the girl brought the man who'd been wallowing in his own angst, Jimmy was too careful to let her grow on him.

"You're just worried. She's not like that, she's… perfect."

Really, it wasn't her mistake; Jey was the happiest Jimmy had ever seen him, but that happiness was there years back as well, with Jey's high school sweetheart who hadn't looked back after she stomped his heart into the sidewalk and disappeared— completely vanished into thin air. This happiness wasn't nearly identical to the one from years ago, a seemingly purer form of it, but Jimmy never cared to look too closely at the details; he just wanted to help his twin avoid heartbreak.

"It'll only be for a bit, until she can fix things with her dad."

The repair shop was closed already, a sign hanging from the doorknob claiming they'd be back soon! in bright red letters that bugged Jimmy the longer he looked on. He struck the door with his fist, wincing as the metal shook on its hinges.

"You don't get to tell me who to love."

Jey's voice was so awfully calm when he spoke those words, but Jimmy had heard the sigh that followed— the soft, shaky sigh. Jey was scared, no matter how much he denied it, he was scared, but not of leaving, no. It was something else, something Jimmy couldn't guess.

"We both remember what happened the last time you said that, Jey."

Jey's high school sweetheart was a childhood friend of Jimmy's first. As twins, they shared everything. It was only a matter of time before Jimmy’s first friend became Jey’s first love. As they grew older, distance was inevitable. The boys who once played racing games together on their GameCube as kids dodged death by the skin of their teeth while taking part in a race of their own, one with nasty twists and competitiveness that overshadowed their care for safety. Jey being the winner while Jimmy coughed up blood behind the wheel landed them in a fight so brutal, they spent the weekend in the emergency room. Even after that, Jimmy was always there. He was there when Jey ran away from their dad's place, and he was the one who snuck back into their dad's house when they gathered the stuff he'd left behind. He’d been the one to co-sign on Jey’s small apartment, the one to give him his first real kitchen appliance, the only person in his life who could bring him out of a slump with a trip to the movies and cheap margaritas at their favorite diner. Nine minutes older, Jimmy never failed to be a good older brother… but when he made a mistake, it was a big one. He was the one who’d set Jey up with his first love, the girl who held no remorse after abandoning his other half since birth.

"She left me. She just— she's gone… Jimmy, she said she doesn't love me anymore…"

Heartbreak clung to each and every word that left Jey's mouth that night, his voice trembling, tears spilling down his cheeks, the pain in his eyes so evident, even in the dark. That night was stamped into Jimmy's memory and he wished to forget it for it brought on an ocean of guilt that'd drowned him for the months after the breakup. It took years for Jey to recover, the change in body language when her name was mentioned, the sad glint in his eyes still visible, but not anymore; not since the girl arrived in her pink Cadillac.

"I think I'm in love, and I'm not just sayin’ that. I've never been so mesmerized by someone's presence before. Hell, today, I stared at the lil’ crinkles that appear around her eyes when she smiles the entire time she was here. I know you were scared this would happen but she isn't one’a those girls… she doesn't have any other guys; I told you that before. You know that one girl we met at the bar when we all went? She said my baby was the best person she knew… she can't be lying, right? If she is… S’too late. I think I'm in love."

ACT . 4

Her hands shook in her lap, dainty fingers curling and uncurling, gripping onto any piece of reality she could as neurotic thoughts suffocated her and twisted their claws into her flesh. The girl couldn't stop trembling, the countless deep breaths she took useless. She only found solace in Jey's touch, but even those sensations soon rendered futile. Still, he held her hand and wiped her tears.

Jey was humming some old song, moving about the hotel room as if he was indifferent to his own circumstances, but his restlessness spoke louder than his words. He kissed the crown of her head when he came back from the shower, clad in only sweatpants, and as they lay on the bed, he kept her small hand on his bare chest, where she could feel the subtle vibrations of his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through her hair— soothing her nerves to the best of his ability.

Below her fingertips, his smooth skin was stained with ink. Tatau, he called it. Beyond those grease stained shirts and calloused fingers was a vision of beauty, a symbol of the tenderness her beloved possessed. It's for my uncle, he'd said, he was wonderful, woulda adored you.

She was burrowed into his side, head resting on his outstretched arm and her legs thrown over his. Aside from her soft breathing, she was silent, lost in her own sea of thoughts. He could see them swimming in her orbs like koi fish in ponds, each one holding its own maybe's and what if's. Jey hummed, tugging gently on a lock of hair.

"Tomorrow, we'll do something fun," he whispered. The girl's response was a quick nod; she hadn't heard him, he was sure of it. Instead of snapping her out of her daze, he put his hand over hers and let her wrap her fingers around his pointer and middle digits. To believe such small palms held his entire world. "Baby." He squeezed her hand gently. This time, she hummed in response. "Tomorrow… we'll do something fun."

"Okay."

It would take time to keep her ring of fears from tightening around her chest, to stop her from apologizing for something he'd voluntarily done.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." She shifted to press her lips to his jaw, lingering there for a quick heartbeat before he tilted his head down to mold his lips against hers. Her hand gripped his fingers tighter, and Jey couldn't ignore the rush that went through his body the moment her chest pressed against his. Her heart was beating so fast as his lips slid down to her neck and his teeth grazed her skin. "Jey?"

"Yea, baby?" he murmured against her bare chest, untangling their legs to bring himself up to the pillow.

"I'm sorry." She hid her face in the crook of his neck before she continued, "for making you do this."

"You didn't make me do anything," he spoke into her hair, his chest vibrating with each word he rasped out. "Oh, baby… if you only knew all the things I'd do for you."

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Popular, Boy

☆02: The first claim

Pairing: Nerd!Hongjoong x Popular!Reader

Genre: +18, slow burn, angst, smut, drama, dark academic, love triangle.

wc: 9,4k

Summary: Lines are crossed, loyalties are teased, boundaries blur, and actions always have harsh consequences. But it seems that Hongjoong and Dann had no idea about that. In your world, every little action always has consequences and you will let them know it.

However... how far will they go even with those consequences knocking on their door.

Warnings: Cursing, verbal abuse, public humiliation, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, kissing... lot of kissing, dry humping. (MDN!!)

Series Masterlist

☆01 ☆03

It's the day of the party, and you're putting a lot of effort into your image. Something deep inside you says it's because Hongjoong will be there with you, but you try to ignore it.

Your outfit is a beautiful and expensive Chanel white dress, silver high heels and a matching bag that your dad brought you from Milan. You decided to accompany it with your hair styled in soft waves and neutral but beautiful makeup. Tonight would be your night... as it always is.

Taking a last look in the mirror you leave your room heading to the garage and be able to choose the car you will take.

On your way you meet Dann's mother. Mrs. Seo bows when she sees you.

“Good evening, miss YN. Are you going out?” You offer her a fake smile as you nod “Ah! Let me tell you that you look beautiful, miss!” She tells you with a radiant smile.

“Thank you. If you allow me, I must leave now.”

“Of course, miss. Have fun!”

Of course you will, and even more so if her daughter will be there. You thank her with another subtle smile and make your way to the garage, where your driver is waiting for you.

“Tonight I will drive.” You inform him contemplating each car, you don't know which one to choose.

“Of course, miss YN. What car would you like to drive?”

“I don't know….” You inspect every car in the great collection your father has, which one will be the best for tonight? “Mmm, maybe the Cadillac.” You raise your hand and he puts the car keys in the palm of your hand.

“Here you have, miss. Drive carefully.”

“Thank you…” You sing as you gently walk to the fabulous car.

It's time to go for the kid who dies to be popular, let's see if he can cope with the price of being so.

For his part, Hongjoong is anxiously waiting for you to pick him up. He's dressed in his best, but he still doesn't feel enough. The doorbell rings, and Hongjoong jumps up from the couch. He smooths his sweater one more time before opening the door. There you are, standing with a confident smirk, dressed in a stunning outfit.

You glance at him with a critical eye, taking him in from head to toe “Not bad. But we can do better than this.” He was wearing a trendy grey sweater, black skinny pants, and boots. He looks good but not to go to a party.

“I thought it looked okay.” Hongjoong laughs nervously looking at his outfit.

“Babe, we’re going to make you unforgettable tonight. I’ve got plans for you.” You shake your head while stepping inside his house. Looking around you can notice the warmth of the place, it was undoubtedly very different from your home and the economic level was remarkable if you compare your house with his. You sigh, turning to look at him again “Take me to your room.” You order. Hongjoong opens his eyes in surprise at your abrupt request “I want to see what other clothes you have in your closet, silly.”

You laugh tapping his arm lightly, and he smiles embarrassed but nods, guiding you to his room on the second floor. He is mentally grateful that his parents are working because otherwise they would think things that are not... as he did seconds ago.

Hongjoong stands frozen for a second, his heart skipping a beat as he watches you effortlessly move into his room and open the closet. He watches you rummage through his clothes for a while until you pull out a red leather jacket and a black silk shirt.

You turn around with a smile and make a gesture for him to take the chosen clothes and change. Hongjoong shyly approaches and turns his back to you so that he can change.

You bite your lip looking at its bare top. It never crossed your mind to see the boy that way, and now that you had the opportunity you are not going to deny that he has a beautiful silhouette. Wide back with a small waist, his arms are thin but you can tell that he exercises from time to time, the way his slight muscles flex everytime he moves his arms makes you want to run your hands over it.

Therefore; Hongjoong feels his face burn as he feels your gaze on his back, so he changes as quickly as he can to keep you from watching.

“Let me see,” You say as you sit down on his bed. He turns and lets you analyze the outfit, and you nod satisfied. Without a doubt, red is his color.

You offer him a smile and motion for him to sit down next to you. He does so without a second thought. Still smiling, you take a small comb out of your bag.

“You’ve got the face, the smarts, the charm. But there’s one thing you’re missing.” Your fingers start working through his hair “Confidence. And I know just how to make you feel like the king of this party.”

Your fingers are gentle, and Hongjoong can’t help but relax under your touch. He closes his eyes, trying to calm the nerves that always seem to rise when you're around.

“I don’t know if I can pull it off. You’ve got everyone at that party wrapped around your finger, and I’m just… me.”

“Hongjoong, you’re so much more than ‘just you.’ You have potential, you just have to believe it.” You finish adjusting his hair, standing in front of him and looking him over with a satisfied smile. You touch his cheek lightly, your gaze softening for a moment “Can you see without the glasses?” He nods slightly without taking his eyes off your eyes.

You carefully remove the glasses that hide part of his face and for a moment you are out of breath. His brown eyes are beautiful and his straight nose looks like it was carved by a surgeon. You're surprised,

Kim Hongjoong is really attractive.

“That’s better already.” You murmur, taking his hands so that he walks and looks in the nearest mirror.

He looks at himself in the mirror, still in disbelief “I look... different.”

You nod, smiling “And you will feel different too. Trust me, you’ve got this, babe.”

Hongjoong straightens up and adjusts the collar of his jacket, his confidence starting to grow as he notices the way you look at him.

Like you see something in him no one else has ever noticed before.

“You really think I can do this?”

“Of course, you’re not just going to the party as the guy who’s trying to be popular. You’re going as the guy who already is, because you are with me.”

You step back and take a final look at him, your eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and Hongjoong feels his heart race again. It’s a strange, exciting feeling, knowing that you, this girl who seems so untouchable, see him differently now.

And he feels proud of it.

“Let's have fun tonight.” You grin while taking your stuff.

“Let 's do it.” He nods with his voice more confident.

“We’re going to be the stars of the night.” Touching his arm lightly you give him a playful wink as you head out the door together.

When Hongjoong comes out, he opens his mouth in surprise at seeing such a spectacular car.

“Is that car yours?”

“That's right.” You say with a giggle at his expression “Come on, we're running late.”

And with that you take his hand and take him to the car and the party. Hongjoong still doesn't get used to you holding his hand, but he smiles at the warm feeling.

The road was silent, only the background music resounded. You were aware of the boy's nervousness, you could see how he wiped the palms of his hands on the fabric of his pants, and how he checked the time on his cell phone every minute.

While waiting for the garage of Wooyoung's house to open, you could hear the commotion of music and screams inside the house. Hongjoong became even more nervous and began to panic.

What if everything you told him is a lie and you humiliate him in front of everyone?

What if you tell them all the truth?

How did he beg you that day?

His head was creating a thousand and one scenarios that could happen within that party until a light touch on his arm took him out of his mental torment.

“Hey, babe. You okay?” You ask softly, Hongjoong watches you for a long time with a frightened expression until he finally sighs and nods “Everything is going to be okay, you're going to be by my side all the time, I'm not going to leave you alone.” You stroke his arm to give him some encouragement.

“Okay.” He murmurs and you smile tenderly, when he wants he can be cute.

“Very well. Your welcome to the world of the populars begins.” You let out a little excited scream that makes him laugh. You drive to park the car in the safety of Wooyoung’s garage and get out of the car, waiting for Hongjoong to do the same. As soon as he comes out, you can still see his anxiety, so you decide to grab his hand and interlock your fingers to give him more confidence. “Let's go.”

Hongjoong, for the first time, feels like maybe, just maybe, he’s not just someone on the sidelines anymore. Tonight, he’ll be part of the spotlight. And with you by his side, it might be everything he’s dreamed of.

Jung’s mansion is buzzing with music, laughter, and colorful lights. The living room is packed with students dancing, chatting, and drinking. You and Hongjoong enters, you hand still holding his.

You try to search your friends among all the people there, but suddenly you can see a smiley Wooyoung approaching with two red cups in hand.

“Babydoll! You’re here!” A dizzy Wooyoung gives you one of his cups “We were waiting for you. You know where the others are!” You nod with a smile "Oh, but if it's little Hongjoong! Have fun at your first party of many!” He gives him the other cup and goes diving into the sea of people who invade his house.

Hongjoong is surprised by that interaction, it's the first time Jung Wooyoung treats him in a good way.

“Surprised?” You question with a bit of mockery.

“Yeah, it’s… great.”

“Get used to it, baby. This is what being popular feels like, everyone respects you.”

You grin smugly as you walk to where your friends always are, in the center of the room, where you effortlessly take over, laughing and chatting with everyone.

Hongjoong stands awkwardly beside you, unsure of what to do, but answering when someone talks to him and smiling at the silly jokes.

He can get used to this kind of environment.

✮ ⋆

At one point in the night you notice Dann standing near the snack table, trying to stay unnoticed.

“Oh, look who’s here.” You release the smoke from your typical strawberry-flavored cigarette with a mockingly sweet smile “Your little puppy decided to follow you here.”

Hongjoong follows your gaze and immediately feels guilty “She’s not my puppy. She’s—”

“Let’s go say hi.” You grin mischievously.

“Wait, maybe we should—”

“Relax, I’m just being friendly.” You cut him off, dragging him along.

You approach Dann, who’s sipping soda and fidgeting with the edge of her cup.

Her eyes light up briefly when she sees Hongjoong, it's the first time she has seen him without glasses and she feels that her heart will jump out of her chest to see him so handsome.

But her dreamy expression quickly dims when she notices you by her side and your hand clasped with his.

“Dann, you are here!” You say with fake enthusiasm.

“Yeah… Hongjoong invited me.” She forces a smile.

You pretend to be surprised “Oh, he did? How sweet of him.” You lean into Hongjoong’s arm, your smile dripping with smugness “He is so sweet, isn't he?”

Dann bites her tongue to stop her from saying something reckless to you, but she's really hating the fact that you're so close to him.

“Yeah, but maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Oh, don’t say that, sweetie! You can be with us. Right, Hongjoong?” You smoke from your cigarette waiting for his answer.

Hongjoong looks at Dann, guilt written all over his face “Of course.”

Suddenly you take a step closer to Dann “But actually, I thought you would be more comfortable at home, you know…. doing homework or nerdy stuff.”

At your comment, Hongjoong shifts uncomfortably, he wants to say something but he doesn't want to be against you, not now that he is being treated nicely by everyone.

“Not everything is about school, YN.” She says with a low tone.

You shrung with a fake smile, putting what's left of the cigarette inside her drink, you can see the anger on her face.

“If you say so, Dann.” Turning to Hongjoong, your voice drips with sweetness “Lets go, babe. We’re missing all the fun.”

You pull Hongjoong away, leaving Dann standing there, her heart sinking as she watches him glance back at her apologetically before disappearing into the crowd.

The energy of Wooyoung’s party was in full swing as you walked through the crowd with Hongjoong at your side. You relished the stares and murmurs following you; having the school’s most notorious nerd on your arm was undoubtedly turning heads.

After the brief but awkward encounter with Dann, you turned your attention back to your goal for the night: enjoying yourself and showing off.

As you made your way toward the dance floor, Seonghwa suddenly appeared in front of you, his lopsided grin and slightly red eyes betraying just how much fun he'd already had.

His presence exuded a lazy confidence, one that always seemed to draw people toward him.

"Hey, pretty." He greeted, his voice slightly slurred but playful, his gaze flicking briefly to Hongjoong. "You’re babysitting tonight?"

You raised an eyebrow, your lips curling into a smirk “Hwa, Hongjoong’s here as my guest. I thought it’d be fun to switch things up a little.”

The tallest chuckled, leaning casually against the wall “Switch things up, huh? With him?” He gestured toward Hongjoong, who shifted uncomfortably under Seonghwa’s scrutiny. “Interesting choice. What’s the context?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I thought it’d be a fun little project.”

Hongjoong glances at you, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. The hint of annoyance is there, but he doesn't say anything. You’d made it clear. This is your game, and he had agreed to play it.

Seonghwa smirks, his gaze lingering on you before raising his hand to you “You’ve always got your plans, don’t you?” He raises a little tube with what appears to be weed, offering it to you with a mischievous glint in his eye “Take a hit, Queen Bee. Loosen up a bit.”

Hongjoong watches in surprise when you take it without hesitation, placing it between your lips and inhaling deeply, he had no idea you consumed that kind of things.

The warmth spread through your chest as you exhaled smoothly, handing it back to Hwa with a grin “Thanks.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing “Just don’t forget who’s got your back when your ‘project’ gets messy.” His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.

You didn’t waver, meeting his gaze with a sly smile “Don’t worry about me, Hwa. I’ve got everything under control.”

Seonghwa straightened up, his grin widening as he claps Hongjoong on the shoulder. “Good luck, buddy. You’re gonna need it.”

With that, he walks away, leaving behind the faint smell of weed and a lingering tension.

Hongjoong looks at you, his expression unreadable “What was that about?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” You tilt your head toward the dance floor, the smirk returning to your lips “Let’s go. We’ve got a party to enjoy.”

And just like that, Hwa’s presence was a fleeting moment in the chaos of the night, though his words lingered in your mind like an itch you couldn’t quite scratch.

You pull Hongjoong into the center of the makeshift dance floor, and for once, he’s not overthinking, maybe it's because of the number of drinks he has had during the night or because he is with you.

He isn't sure, but he isn't complaining.

You dance leaning closer to him “Relax, just move with me.”

Hongjoong chuckles nervously, trying to keep up with your movements “I’m trying!”

You laugh, the drinks and the small smoke of weed that Seonghwa offered you, taking effect on your system. You toss your hair as you pull him closer, your hands brushing against Hongjoong’s shoulders.

He can’t believe this is happening.

You, the girl of his dreams, are smiling at him like he’s the only one who matters.

In your case, you don't know if it's because of how high you are but suddenly Hongjoong looks very attractive. His bright eyes when he looks at you, his beautiful nose, and his smile... His smile could become one of your favorite things.

In a movement of your head to the rhythm of the music, you can see Dann in the distance with her eyes fixed on both of you.

An idea passes over your cloudy thoughts.

“You are so handsome, you know that?” You say, stopping suddenly, your eyes locked on his.

Hongjoong immediately blushes “I… I am?”

“Yeah.”

Before he can respond, you lean in and kiss him. Hongjoong opens his eyes in surpris. Hee can't believe that the big YN is kissing hi. This is everything he could ever want.

Closing his eyes, he carefully places his trembling hands on your waist and tries to follow the rhythm of your lips.

Without a doubt, this is what he always wanted.

Therefore; you kissed him just to annoy and show Dann that Hongjoong is not interested in her, but you didn't imagine that you would actually enjoy the kiss.

The sweet, electric collision that feels both thrilling and impossibly soft, a moment so charged it’s hard to tell if the heat comes from the kiss or the warmth of the crowded room.

Across the room, Dann stands near the wall, frozen as she watches you kissing Hongjoong. Her grip on her cup tightened, jealousy and anger bubbling in her chest.

She thought Hongjoong felt something for her, but seeing him so happy with you feels like a slap in the face. Her emotions get the better of her, eyes landing on a weird red alcohol bottle sitting on the snack table. Without fully thinking it through, she grabs a cup, fills it, and marches toward you.

You and Hongjoong broke the kiss breathlessly, both with small smiles on your lips.

“Why… Why did you do that?” Hongjoong asks with a shaking breath, still holding your waist afraid of you running away from him.

You smile at him, sincerely for the first time “Just wanted to do it, you didn't like it?” You ask with a fake sad expression.

He immediately shakes his head and takes a little courage, cuts the distance, and gives you a small peck on the lips. This time, you look at him with surprise.

“I like it… a lot.” He mutters without ceasing to look you fixed in the eyes.

Now you are the one that shyly looks away, you cannot handle his intense glare. But you immediately regret looking away when you meet Seonghwa's annoying gaze watching you from a corner of the big place.

“Fuck…” Your smile disappears, and Hongjoong looks at you confused.

“What 's wrong?”

You shake your head, giving zero importance to what happens with Seonghwa. At the end of the day, you are not together.

“Nothing, let's go for another drink, I'm thirsty.” You take his hand, and he nods happily.

He can get used to this, and he keeps repeating in his mind.

You were walking in your own little world that none of you saw Dann approaching. She stops in front of you, her face flushed with anger.

“Having fun?”

You pull a bit away from Hongjoong, turning to face Dann with an amused smile.

“Enjoying the party, Dann?”

She scoffs “Yeah, until I saw you.”

“Aw, is the little puppy jealous?” You say with mock.

People around you stop their movements to pay attention to what's going on between you, even the music gets quieter, and before you can say more, Dann lifts her cup and throws the red liquid onto your dress.

Gasps ripple through the crowd as the bright red liquid stains the expensive white fabric.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You scream in shock, stepping back in awe.

Hongjoong lets out a surprise sound “Dann, what are you doing?!”

“Joong! She’s just playing with you, and you’re too blind to see it.” Her voice is full of hurt and tears filling her eyes.

You laugh unfunny, this bitch really wants to provoke you “Big words coming from the girl whose mom cleans my fucking mansion.”

The crowd falls silent, the weight of your comment hanging in the air. Dann’s face pales, her confidence crumbling as whispers begin spreading through the room.

“Does her mom work for YN’s family? Ha! What humiliation.”

“Poor girl... literally.”

A bunch of laughs fill the place, and you smile gracefully at her. While Hongjoong can only look at her with pity, the hurtful comments also cause discomfort in him.

He also comes from a humble family and knows how hard it is to hear this kind of mockery, but... Why doesn't he defend her as she did for him several times?

“How dare she do this to YN, when thanks to her she eats?”

All those comments finally brought tears to Dann's cheeks and Hongjoong panics.

“YN…” Hongjoong is completely speechless. He doesn't know what to say.

“You're the most horrible and disgusting person I’ve ever met.” Her low tone is full of anger.

You scoff while casually fixing your hair. “You're not the first to say that, honey.” Suddenly, your bitter smile disappears. “Let's see what you do when I get home.”

For a moment you could see the terror in her eyes, she knows that she fucked up big and only now she realized it. Dann pushes past you and runs out of the room, leaving a stunned Hongjoong.

“Fucking meager.” You mutter, looking at your ruined dress, It was a special collector's dress, you'll never be able to get it again.

Hongjoong, coming out of his amazement, takes off his jacket and puts it on your shoulders. You smile at him in gratitude, leaning softly against him.

“Thank you, Joongie.” He blushes hard at the new nickname.

“No problem.” Hongjoong hesitates before speaking “I… I didn’t expect her to act like that.”

“She’s probably just jealous. You’re here with me, not with her. And she hates that.” You shrug with a grin.

Hongjoong feels a pang of guilt but pushes it aside. Your attention feels too good to let slip through his fingers. You brush your fingers lightly against his arm, drawing his gaze back to you

“Forget about her, and don’t let something as silly as her show ruin our night.”

Your words are smooth and intoxicating, and Hongjoong can feel the pull of your confidence. He nods, his posture straightening as he tries to focus on the moment.

“You’re right. She shouldn’t have done that.” He nods, trying to convince himself.

“Okay, I think it's time to go home, I need to change.” You grab his hand, and without waiting for his response, you lead him outside to the garage.

The noise of the party fades into a softer hum when you enter your car and start driving to Hoongjoon’s house.

Again, there was silence, but this time, it wasn't because Hongjoong was nervous. It was because you had other things on your mind, jaw tightened as you thought about what to do with Dann when you got home.

That little brat had ruined your expensive dress, and there was no way you're going to let it slide.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong’s voice broke through your thoughts, soft and tentative.

You glance at him, his wide eyes fill with concern, and despite yourself, you smile.

“Of course,” Your voice is lighter “I’m okay because I’m with you.”

Hongjoong’s heart races at your words, his chest tightening with a mix of disbelief and joy. This was everything he’d ever wanted; to have you look at him like he mattered, to feel like he was finally part of your world.

When you pull up in front of his house, you shut off the engine and turn to him, your eyes softer now. You reach up and adjust the collar of his shirt, your fingers lingering just a moment too long, your touch warm against his skin.

“I really meant it,” You say with a quieter voice now, almost shy “I liked your company today.”

His breath caught at your words. ‘She’d liked being with me?’ Not just tolerating him, not just using him like a project….. She'd liked him?

“Really?” His voice barely above a whisper “I’m just… trying to keep up with you.”

You smirk, your confidence returning as you lean back slightly “You don’t have to,” Your tone playful but laced with sincerity “You’re already here with me. That’s all that matters.”

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. The tension in the car was electric, and Hongjoong’s pulse thunder in his ears as you lean closer, your gaze flicking to his lips.

He didn’t have time to overthink it before your lips were on his again, soft and slow at first, testing, but then with more confidence as if staking your claim.

He froze for a split second, his inexperience betraying him, but the warmth of the kiss pulls him in, coaxing him to respond. His right hand moves hesitantly to your waist, mirroring what he did earlier, his touch awkward but sincere.

You smile against his lips, your confidence growing as you deepen the kiss, your hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. You shift slightly in the seat so you can sit on his lap, each of your legs pressing against the sides of his hip, your dress lifting up a little, and your body pressing closer to his.

Hongjoong gasps softly at the contact, your movements are deliberate yet playful, your clothed sex brushing against him as if testing his reaction.

Hongjoong’s head spins, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of you. He can't help the small, awkward motion of his hips in response, a reflex he barely registers but that you immediately notice.

You chuckle softly against his lips, pulling back just enough to catch his flush expression.

“Relax, Joongie. You’re doing fine.”

As you lean in again, your body presses more firmly against his, your hips shifting just slightly, enough to send sparks through him.

Hongjoong’s inexperience is written all over his stiff, tentative movements, but you find it endearing in a way you hadn’t expected. You guide him with a slow, deliberate rhythm, your hands steadying his in your waist as you let him follow your lead.

Hongjoong’s breath hitch as the friction built between you, his body reacting instinctively even as his mind raced to keep up.

You let out a soft moan when you finally feel his erection. At that sound, his nerves melt into a heady mix of excitement and desire.

With more confidence, he lowers his hands to your ass, squeezing and making your movements more precise, every soft sound you made fueling his confidence just a little more.

“You’re doing fine…” You whisper against his lips.

At your compliment, Hongjoong dares to lower his head and kiss your neck, you gasp, resting your palms against his chest, feeling the subtle rise and fall of his breaths beneath your touch.

Hongjoong’s movements are more tentative but earnest, his fingers curling lightly at your asscheeks before sliding upward, unsure yet longing to explore. His lips brushes softly against the curve of your neck, testing, hesitant but impossibly sweet.

Your eyes flutter shut at the warmth of his mouth, your pulse quickening as he grows bolder with each kiss he places along your skin. He was so inexperienced, so utterly unpracticed, and yet that is what makes this moment almost intoxicating.

Every awkward touch, every slight tremble in his hands, was a reminder that you are his first.

A soft whine escaped your lips, unbidden, and you caught the way Hongjoong stills at the sound, his breath hitching as if he couldn’t believe he’d elicited it.

Encouraged, he presses his lips to your neck again, this time lingering, his confidence growing as your body leaned into him.

You smirk faintly, a breathy laugh escaping you while you stop the movement of your hips

“Getting too horny, huh?” You tease him.

Hongjoong lifts his head, his face red, and his wide eyes searching for an answer in your eyes as to why you have stopped your movements.

You tilt your head slightly, locking your gaze with his, and the sight nearly undid him. Your expression, half-lidded eyes, cheeks faintly pink, lips parted in something between a smirk and a sigh, was burned into his mind forever.

“I… I just want to make you feel good.”

He stammers, his voice cracking slightly as his fingers brush the fabric of your dress where it bunches at your waist.

Your smirk softens, and your fingers lift to cup his jaw “You did fine,” Your eyes glint with that teasing spark that always kept him guessing.

Your hands slid down to rest on his shoulders. For a moment, the world outside the car doesn't exist, there is only Hongjoong’s trembling hands, your steady smirk, and the way your body fits against his as if daring him to take another step closer to the edge.

You pull back slightly, your lips curve in a satisfied smile as you study hongjoong’s flushed face, his lips parted in wonder.

“Better than I expected, actually.”

Hongjoong let out a shaky laugh, his hands still resting on your waist as if afraid to let go.

“Thanks,” He whispers.

“Goodnight, Hongjoong.” You say finally leaning in one last time, pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek before pulling back to your seat with a smirk. “We'll continue this some other day.”

You didn't intend to let it go that far. You hadn't planned for your heartbeat to speed up every time Hongjoong's hands brushed against your body or your lips met his again and again.

But it happened, and you don't regret doing it.

Hongjoong, still with heavy breath and a big bulge in his pants, gets out of the car, and with that, you start the car again with a grin, leaving Hongjoong staring after you, breathless and wondering if he’d just imagined the whole thing.

✮ ⋆

After dropping Hongjoong off at his house, you feel on top of the world as you drive back home, a smug smile playing on your lips.

The lingering heat of his touch on your skin and the way he’d clumsily but earnestly responded to you every move left you with an unshakable sense of power. For the first time in a while, you felt something real… like you weren't just toying with someone for the fun of it but unlocking a new kind of control you hadn’t realized you wanted.

But as you shift gears and the streetlights blur past, your mood suddenly darkens, the memory of the incident with Dann slamming into you like a freight train. Your jaw tightens, and your grip on the steering wheel hardens as you fume over the ruined dress and the sheer audacity of Dann throwing a drink on you.

The satisfaction from moments ago is replaced by simmering anger, your thoughts now consumed by how you will deal with Dann once you get home.

You walk through the big door, stepping into the foyer, your heels clicking against the marble floor as you notice your parents sitting in the big living room. Your mother is sitting there reading a magazine, while your father sits at her side with a glass of whiskey in hand.

The sound of your heels clicking sharply on the floor makes your parents look up, your mother frowns at the sight of your ruined dress.

“What happened to you, sweetie?” She raises an eyebrow confused, scanning you up and down, looking at the men’s jacket over your shoulders.

You immediately start your show “You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, mommy.” You pout while passing your hands over the dry stain.

“Seems like Wooyoung’s party got out of control.” Your father says with a funny smile, knowing what the boy's personality is like.

You roll your eyes “Daddy, this time it wasn't because of Woo. Was someone you may know pretty well.” They both look at you curiously “Was the maid's daughter.”

“Sweetie, we have many maids. Who—”

“Excuse me, ma'am. Here I bring what you asked for.” Dann’s mother interrupts your mother, entering the room with a tray in hands.

“Oh, thank you.” She smiles at the woman, and you roll your eyes at her kindness.

“What were you saying, darling?” Your father asks you before taking a sip of his drink.

Taking advantage of Dann’s mother being here, you make a gesture with your hand.

“Her daughter.”

Your father frowns, your mom looks at you in surprise, and Mrs. Seo stands motionless when she sees you in detail, noticing the red stain all over your white dress. The same pretty dress she saw you in hours ago.

She curses mentally. She knows her daughter's temperament and believes her to be very capable of doing something like that, but she also knows rich people, and she knows how they can manipulate situations just because they have power over their workers. It's not the first time she's experienced something like this.

“What do you mean, sweetie?” Still stunned, your mother asks carefully.

“You heard what I said.” You are already frustrated. “Her daughter had the audacity to throw her drink all over my dress at Wooyoung’s party.”

Your father’s face hardens, finding your accusation a little suspicious “Why would her daughter be at a party held at the Jung’s house? I don't think her daughter is Wooyoung's friend... or is it?”

The woman moves uncomfortably in her place, that last comment leaving a bad taste in her mouth.

You smile as you cross your arms "Of course she isn't, but someone invited her."

Your mother frowns "Dear, Mrs. Seo's daughter is two years younger than you, and if I remember correctly, Wooyoung only invites his social circle to his parties." She murmurs the latter with sorrow, without wanting to make the woman more uncomfortable.

"Which is extensive… Whatever it is, someone invited her. I saw her and greeted her, then when I was enjoying the party with my friends out of nowhere she approached me and did this, she must apologize!” You exclaim, pointing to your damaged dress.

Your father, even suspicious, sighs "Can you call your daughter, please."

"Honey…" Your mother tries to stop him.

"Only then we can solve this." He murmurs to his wife and she sighs in agreement.

"Sorry for the inconvenience Mrs. Seo."

She denies with a slight smile "Don't worry ma'am, I'll call her right away."

And without further ado she leaves to look for Dann.

"YN, if this is one of your plans to harm these women, please don't." Your father looks at you harshly, already knowing your tricks.

"Honey, don't assume that about our daughter." You see how your mother gives him a light tap on the arm and he shakes his head.

"She's done it before, so I can't trust her word without hearing the other version of the problem."

You scoff rolling your eyes while your mother gives you a compassionate look, knowing that her husband can be very harsh with his words.

Meanwhile, Dann was lying on her small bed, reading the first book she saw. She wanted to distract her mind from what had happened tonight, she knew that she shouldn't get carried away by her feelings for Hongjoong and go to that silly party, she must have expected the worst and not have gone.

"Dann, are you awake?" Her mother's voice makes her let out a tired sigh, the truth is that she didn't feel like talking to anyone.

“What's up, Mom?”

The woman opens the door and pokes her head out "Mr. and Mrs. Clarke and his daughter want to talk to you." At the mention of that, she opens her eyes worried, shit... it was obvious that you were going to do a scene "Dann..."

"I know, I'll explain it to you later."

Guiltily runs through her body when she sees how her mother closes her eyes disappointed, but she doesn't say anything. Putting her book aside, she stands up and with a loud sigh walks beside her mother. When she gets to the living room she almost wants to run when she sees your parents staring at her, but when she sees you standing in the middle of the place with your arms crossed, she feels rage again at the sight of Hongjoong's jacket on your shoulders, however she decides to bite her tongue.

“Hello…” Your mother starts.

“Dann.” She says bowing her head.

Both adults don't know how to start the conversation without it being uncomfortable.

“I'm sorry to bother you, but have you attended Jung Wooyoung's party tonight?” Your mother asks carefully.

Dann swallows nervously and nods, "That's right, ma'am."

"My daughter here mentioned that during Wooyoung's party you threw your drink on her dress... Is that true?" This time your father asks, crossing his arms.

Dann looks at her mother frightened before answering “I... I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to." She lowers her head in shame and you scoff.

“You should apologize to me, not—”

“Miss YN, she is apologizing… don't be mad at her, please.” Dann’s mother interrupts you, and you look at her furiously.

Your mother closes her eyes with pity. She knows how much you hate it when people interrupt you when you speak. Your father simply lets you be, surrenders and takes his drink again while watching your movements.

“Your daughter humiliated me tonight. She thought it was funny to throw a drink all over my dress, and you know what? This dress costs more than your fucking year’s salary!” Dann’s mother looks startled, and the tension in the room is suffocating as your voice drips with disdain “She owes me an apology.”

The woman takes a step forward, her hands trembling slightly as she clasps them together.

“Miss YN, I understand you’re upset, but please—”

“No.” You interrupt sharply, pointing a manicured finger at Dann “She needs to learn that her actions have consequences. Apologize, Dann. Now.”

Dann’s face is pale, her eyes darting to her mother for support, but she knows there’s no escape. Swallowing her pride, she mumbles.

“I’m sorry…”

You arch an eyebrow with a little grin forming in your lips “I didn’t hear you.”

Dann looks up, her voice trembling but louder “I’m sorry, miss YN. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You smirk triumphantly, satisfied with her humiliation, but your mother clears her throat, cutting through the tense silence.

“That’s enough, sweetie. The apology has been made.”

You pout, clearly annoyed. “Mommy, she ruined my night. A simple ‘sorry’ isn’t enough. I think she should pay for the dress.”

“Honey, that’s inappropriate.” Your mother scolds, her tone firm but still sweet.

You scoff, now looking at your dad “It’s only fair, isn’t it? You taught me that actions have consequences, right?”

“YN, stop!” Your mother begins to lose her patience.

Your father raises his hand to silence your mother’s objections, his tone calm but firm “Actually, darling, Our daughter has a point.” He swirls his glass of whiskey in his hand, leaning back in his seat “Actions have consequences. If we let this slide, it sends the wrong message.”

Your mother looks at him surprised, “You can’t be serious.”

You grin, triumphant, as you glance at Dann and her mother “See, Daddy understands. It’s only fair that she takes responsibility. She can pay for the dress.”

Dann’s mother steps forward, her face pale and her hands trembling “Sir, please… I.. I can’t afford to pay for that dress. It’s impossible—”

“Well, Mrs. Seo, if money’s an issue, I have another idea.” You cut her off with a fake sympathetic smile. You turn your gaze to Dann, your eyes gleaming with amusement “She can work for me.”

“What?” Dann’s voice is soft, incredulous, but the anger in her eyes is unmistakable.

The room falls silent, all eyes on you. Even your father looks intrigued. “What do you mean, work for you, darling?”

You clap your hands, turning to look at your father with a sweet smile. “Well, since I’m the one who has to deal with this mess, it’s only fair she makes it up to me directly.” Now you turn to see Dann keeping a smile, but this time it's a mischievous smile that makes Dann swallow the lump forming in her throat. “I could use an assistant to carry my things, run errands, clean my room, do my homework… whatever I need until the dress is paid off.”

“YN, this is ridiculous!” Your mother exclaims, appalled. “She’s already dealing with enough as it is.”

You shrug nonchalantly “Then maybe she should’ve thought of that before throwing a drink on me. I’m being generous here, offering her a way to make amends.”

Your father nods slowly, taking another sip of his drink “It’s a reasonable solution. It teaches her responsibility and lets her make things right. I’ll allow it.”

Your mother looks at him in disbelief “This isn’t teaching responsibility; it’s exploitation! She’s just nineteen, for goodness’ sake.”

“Then she should start acting like an adult.” You say coolly, crossing your arms “It’s either this or she pays the full cost of the dress. And we all know she can’t afford that.” The mockery tone in your voice doesn't go unnoticed by anyone.

Dann’s mother looks horrified. “Miss YN, please, there’s no way we could afford—”

“I will do it.”

Dann says determinedly, maintaining eye contact with you. She is not going to let you humiliate her anymore in front of her mother and your parents.

Mrs. Seo looks at her daughter, her expression a mix of worry and defeat. “Dann…”

“It’s fine, Mom,” Dann says quickly, her voice small. “I’ll do it.”

“Perfect! You start Monday at school, see you there.”

Dann looks down at the floor, her shoulders slumping in resignation. Her mother’s lips press into a thin line, but she says nothing. Your father takes another sip of his whiskey, clearly satisfied with the outcome, while your mother looks away, her face clouded with disapproval.

“Thank you for understanding.” You say sweetly, looking directly at Mrs. Seo. “This will be good for Dann, she will learn a lot with me.”

“It’s already decided.” Your father sets his glass down firmly on the table “She works for YN until the debt is paid off.”

Dann swallows hard, glaring at you as you smirk “Fine.” She says through gritted teeth.

As you turn to leave the room, a victorious smile playing on your lips, you can’t help but feel a thrill of satisfaction. Dann may have tried to ruin your night, but now she’s under your control, and you fully intend to make her regret ever crossing you.

“Ah, I almost forgot.” You turn your head towards Dann’s mother “You should remind your daughter who helped her get into that fancy school. It’s the least she can do for the hand my parents have extended.”

The tension in the room thickens as you throw that last barb at Mrs. Seo. Her face flushes with humiliation, but she doesn’t say anything, only nodding stiffly. Dann’s fists clench at her sides, but she remains silent, her jaw tight.

Your mother finally rises from her seat, her face etched with disapproval “That’s enough, YN. You’ve made your point.”

You flash her an innocent smile, but the mischievous glint in your eyes doesn’t fade.

“Of course, Mommy. I was only reminding them how generous we’ve been. It’s important to show gratitude.”

Dann can't keep his mouth shut anymore, she won't let you humiliate her mother like that.

“Gratitude?” Dann’s voice cuts through the tension, low but steady. Her eyes meet yours, blazing with defiance “I don’t owe you anything, YN. Whatever your parents did for me was their decision, not mine.”

Your smirk falters, just for a moment, but you quickly recover, tilting your head condescendingly.

“Oh, Dann… You really don’t get it, do you? Everything you have now, the school you go to, the opportunities you’re given. It’s all because of us. Without my parents, you wouldn’t even be in the same room as me.”

“YN, that’s enough!” Your mother snaps, her tone sharp. She turns to Dann and her mother, her expression softening “Mrs. Seo, Dann, I’m so sorry for all of this. You can leave now.”

Mrs. Seo nods again, her lips pressed into a thin line “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke. We appreciate everything.” Her voice wavers, but she keeps her composure “Come, Dann. Let’s go.”

As they turn to leave, Dann pauses, her gaze lingering on you. There’s anger in her eyes, but also something else, determination. She doesn’t say a word, but you can tell she’s not going to make this easy for you.

Once they’re gone, your mother rounds on your father, her voice tight with frustration.

“How can you condone this? It’s cruel.”

“It’s a lesson.” He replies evenly, taking another sip of his drink “And maybe it will teach YN some responsibility too. How to manage someone under her command when she takes her position in the company.”

You roll your eyes, already bored of the conversation “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

Your mother shakes her head, exasperated, and sits back down, rubbing her temples. Your father gives you a small nod of approval, and you take it as your cue to leave.

As you ascend the stairs, you can’t help but feel a surge of excitement. The night might have started with Dann embarrassing you, but now the tables have turned. She’s in your hands now, and you plan to use every second of it to your advantage.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Dann walks into the bustling school courtyard, keeping her head low, trying to avoid attention. She spots you sitting on a bench with your group of friends and Hongjoong, all laughing and chatting. The sight of Hongjoong sitting next to you and his hand on yours, sends a pang through her, a reminder of the kiss she witnessed at the party.

Just as Dann thinks she might escape unnoticed, your lips curl into a slow smile and your sharp voice cuts through the noise.

Time to remind her who is in charge.

“Dann! Over here!” You call her out with a sweetness that hides your malice. Dann hesitates for a moment before walking over, her expression tight.

You watch her approach with amusement. You got her on a leash now, and everyone will know it “Good morning, Dann. I hope you’re ready for your first day as my assistant.”

Dann doesn’t answer right away, but everyone can see the anger simmering beneath her surface.

Good. That makes it more fun.

“What do you need, YN?” She snorts, already with a headache.

Feigning innocence you tilt your head “What do I need? Where is my matcha latte… did you bring it for me?”

Dann looks at you, confused “You never said you wanted one.”

“Oh, I must have assumed you’d know. After all, a good pet knows what it has to do without even asking.” You shrug, leaning your head on Hongjoong’s shoulder.

He stiffs, not because of your closeness, he loves that you are this close to him, but that dirty nickname by which you just called his friend makes him feel a pressure in his chest.

Pet... the nickname that tormented him for more than two years.

The tension in the air thickens as your friends start to giggle. They know the game you’re playing.

“What’s this about, babygirl? Since when does she run errands for you? You didn't inform us about adding little Dann to the nerdy slaves.” Mindy says with a big smile as she sees Dann up and down, making her feel smaller than she already feels.

Dann swallows hard, her face heats up with embarrassment and guilt. She feels small standing there, like she’s the one on trial.

Hongjoong looks at you with concern, and then looks at Dann looking for answers in his downcast gaze. He doesn't want Dann to be a part of this, he doesn't want her to go through everything he went through at some point.

“Wait, what 's going on here?” He asks you softly.

You smirk, enjoying his confusion “She’s just here to make up for the mess she made at Wooyoung’s party. Right, Dann?”

Dann’s eyes flash with anger, but she says nothing, knowing that if she reacts, it will only make things worse. Dann’s voice trembles, trying to stay calm she answers.

“I didn’t mean to—”

You interrupt her by raising your hand “It 's fine. But you still owe me, and I’m not going to let it slide. So, are you going to get my latte or not?” Dann stands there, still in shock.

“Hurry up.” You toss your designer backpack at Dann “And take this to class for me. It’s heavy, so don’t break anything. I know you don't want to have a bigger debt.”

Dann stares at the bag in her hands, feeling humiliated but doing her best to stay composed. Your friends are watching her like a hawk, clearly enjoying the show.

“What happened at Wooyo’s party anyway? We didn’t get the full story.” Mindy asks slyly and you sigh with false sadness.

“We saw you two talking, but me and the guys were too busy partying to notice.” Other of your friends say with a grin, clearly enjoying Dann’s humiliation.

“Our dear Dann here had a little… accident. Spilled her drink all over my dress.”

Mindy giggles narrowing her eyes at Dann “No way! The new one? The… what was it? Chanel?”

“The very one.” You nod solemnly “So, as compensation, she’s working for me until the dress is paid off. Isn’t that fair?”

“Totally fair. I mean, who does that? So trashy.”

“I said I was sorry.” Dann mutters giving them a hard look.

“And now you’re showing it by helping me. Speaking of which…” You turn to Dann, voice dripping with sweet venom “Grab me a matcha latte before my first class starts.”

Hongjoong glances over, discomfort on his face. He doesn’t like the way you’re speaking to Dann, but he’s too caught up in your popularity to argue.

He’s come this far. He promised you he’d do anything, and that’s exactly what he’ll do, that’s why he hesitates before speaking to you, not fully meeting your eyes

“YN… why are you making her do all this? I mean, she apologized, didn’t she?”

You turn to him, your eyes narrowing slightly and pressing your grip on his hand more as a warning to shut up. At this point you’re used to his questions and comments, but you’re also aware that he’s still adjusting to his new position in the social hierarchy you control.

“Babe, she’s lucky I’m letting her work off the damage instead of asking for the money to pay for the dress. Besides, it’s not like she’s doing anything special. She’s just running errands for me. It’s not that hard.”

One of your friends nods “Exactly. Besides, What were you even doing there, Dann? You’re not exactly on the guest list for those kinds of events.”

“Probably hoping to get a glance at Hongjoong. You know, since she’s so obsessed with him.” Mindy laughs as she folds her arms.

Dann stiffens, her face flushing as she looks at him, who avoids her gaze.

You scoff as you place your and Hongjoong’s clasped hands over your bare thigh, so Dann can see them better “Aw, is that true, Dann? Were you there to see Joongie? That’s cute.”

“I was invited.” She gritted her teeth, seeing somewhere other than you or Hongjoong.

She clearly knows that you're trying to show off that you've got him by your side.

“By who?” Your friend mock surprise.

Dann stays silent, refusing to give them the satisfaction of an answer. You wave your hand dismissively.

“It doesn’t matter. She was out of place, and now she’s making up for it. Right, Dann?”

Hongjoong swallows, his mind conflicted. He knows this is wrong, but the thought of losing your favor, of being cast aside as easily as he had been before, makes him hesitate.

“YN…. This seems a little harsh.” His voice is almost a whisper but you heard it.

Your eyes flash with something dangerous. You move closer to him, placing your free hand on his arm, the perfect picture of sweetness masking your control.

“Are you defending your little puppy?” You ask in a sweet tone, but your subtle anger is noticeable “Hongjoong, I’m doing this for her own good. She needs to learn a lesson. Besides, she’s lucky I’m not asking for the full price of the dress. What would she do then, huh? She should be thanking me, not questioning me.”

He stays quiet in the face of your harsh tone, so to calm him down you decide to move your hand from his chest to his low abdomen, only his belt avoiding you go lower. Hongjoong stiffs, his eyes widening both in surprise and embarrassment.

“Babe, I know you’re just concerned for your friend, but I’ve got everything under control. Right, Dann?” You turn to look at her, the malicious glint in your eyes resurfacing.

Dann doesn’t answer. She’s too humiliated to say anything. You already reached her breaking point touching Hongjoong in that intimate way.

“Good. Now, don’t forget to get that latte for me. Oh! Also get one for Joongie and my girls.”

Dann nods stiffly and turns, the weight of your expensive bag dragging her down as she walks away.

As she leaves, Hongjoong watches her go, a knot in his stomach. The doubt is there, a gnawing discomfort settling in his chest.

He looks at you, your back to your radiant, confident self, and then glances toward Dann’s retreating figure.

For a brief moment, he wonders if this is what he really wanted. But then you lean closer, your perfume intoxicating, and your pretty smile pushes the thought away, falling back into the role he begged you for.

He tells himself that everything will be fine, that he’s doing the right thing by standing next to you. But deep down, something tells him this might not be the kind of life he truly wanted.

You watch him from the corner of your eye, knowing that you have him right where you want him.

You got him, and you're not going to let him slip away.

Not now, not ever.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ jealousy/TOM

warnings: smut, blowjob, p in v, singular mention of „slut“, unprotected sex, overall a little rough but fluffy ending!

9:56pm

„im going to get a drink, do you want one?“ you ask, the both of you sitting on the corner couch in a club downtown. „no thanks baby“ tom replies, sending you a soft smile as you get up and walk towards the bar. the place was pretty crowded, and the beat of the music vibrated off of the walls as the colourful flashing lights illuminated off of your figure.

you sat on a bar stool after ordering your favorite cocktail, sex on the beach, when you feel someone tap on your shoulder. „hey y/n, god i havent seen you in years!“ a familiar voice exclaims, as they sit on the stool beside you. your face lights up when you see ethan, an old school friend. „ethan?? what are you doing here!“ you reply, pulling him into a warm hug.

time passes, and the two of you have been catching up for about 20 minutes, completely unaware of tom eyes piercing through both of you from the other side of the club. his jaw clenched and the sunglasses in his hand almost snapped at the sight of you and how close you were with the stranger, trying his best to keep calm. any sense of control he had completely dissapears when he catches the man whispering things in your ear while placing his hand on yours, making you giggle.

he storms towards you both, pure rage flowing through him. „who the fuck is this?“ he exclaims, making you jump. „fucking hell tom you scared me“ you remark, taking another sip of your drink. „answer my question!“ tom almost shouts, becoming impatient. „calm down! this is ethan, just an old school friend. we were just catching up“ you reply, a concerned look on your face.

tom sighs out, still not satisfied. he grabs your hand, pulling you towards him. „cmon lets go“ he mumbles, attempting to take you with him as he walks away. to his dismay, you pull back, not wanting to leave. „we only just got here tom! whats gotten into you?“ you respond, trying to escape from his strong grip which just tightens. „i said lets go“ he demands, sending you a look that told you that you werent going to be able to walk for a good couple of days.

you sigh out, grabbing your purse as you wave goodbye to ethan, who has a „good luck with him“ expression on his face. tom drags you through the crowd of people, out of the busy club and onto the path outside, the cold night air hitting you both.

wasting no time, he rushes over to his cadillac, rummaging in his pockets for the keys. „get in“ he mutters coldly, as you open the passenger seat door and sit down, closing it behind you. tom slams his door shut, making the whole car shake. you didnt dare to say anything in an attempt to not worsen the situation. he let out a frustrated sigh as he started the car, turning out of the parking spot.

tom speeds down the highway, driving 20mph over the speed limit. he wasnt stupid though, he took a route that he knew didnt have any speed cameras. „tom, slow down! do you want to get us fucking kille-” „shut up, we will talk when we get home“ he cuts you off, his hand tightening on the gear stick as he pushes it forward.

about 10 minutes later, he pulls into the driveway, silence filling the car as he turns off the motor. he gets out, walking over to your side and opening your door. you take his arm as you both walk towards the front door, opening it.

he swiftly pulls you into his embrace, pushing you against the door which slams in shut in the process. he crashes his lips on to yours, darting his tounge into your mouth and lapping his wetness around yours. „mm..you shouldnt have flirted with that fucker“ he muffles in between kisses, his hand snaking behind your neck to deepen it. you kiss him back, struggling to keep up with the fast and rough pace of it.

he breaks the kiss, catching his breath as he bends down and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. he slaps your ass harshly as he walks over to the couch, causing you to hiss in pain. „you obviously haven’t learnt your lesson from last time liebe“ tom mutters, before letting go of you on the couch as you bounce slightly from the drop.

you gaze up at him with doe eyes, faking your innocence when tom knows you are anything but that. „msorry.. he was just a friend i promise baby“ you reassure tom, however he doesnt seem convinced. he grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks slightly but not enough to hurt you.

„no other guy gets to talk to you like that, understood?“ he snaps, letting go of your face. you glup, nodding as his hands reach for his belt. „youre gonna be a good girl and let me use that pretty mouth of yours?“ he taunts, his belt already clanking as it hits the floor along with his jeans. „yes tommy“ you respond obediantly, nodding eagerly as his clothed cock just centimetres away from your face.

he swiftly pulls down his boxers, as his cock springs free and slightly hits his abdomen. god, he was massive. his tip was red and nerdy, pre cum leaking out of it. the enticing smell of his sex lingered in the air, increasing the growing heat between your legs. he groans in satisfaction following the release of his cock, gazing down at you to see it covered the whole length of your face.

he pumped his dick a few times, his hand sneaking behind your head as he pushes you closer. he rubs his tip against your pink lips, smearing the pre cum over them. „open“ he demands, as you quickly oblige, wrapping your soft lips around the crown of his cock. you swirl your tounge around it, causing tom to let out a low grown, before flattening your tounge on his shaft and sinking your head down it. you hollow your cheeks, gagging slightly as his tip nudges the back of your throat.

„fuckk.. such a pretty slut, taking me so well..“ tom mewls, his head lolling back as your warm mouth engulfs him. you moan at his praises, bobbing your head up and down slowly. he grips your hair, forming two messy pigtails as he uses them to guide you. he forces himself into your mouth faster, forming a rough pace as a mixture of your saliva and his pre cum escapes and drips down the corners of your lips.

you place both of your hands on toms thighs, bracing yourself with each harsh thrust. your eyes pricked with salty tears as you felt the oxygen quickly slip away, smudging your mascara. „mm fuck- m‘close!“ he moans, his thrusting becoming sloppy. you help him chase his orgasm through massaging the underside of his dick with your tounge, causing loud squelching noises.

tom lets out a prolonged groan, holding your head in place as he coats your throat white in his hot cum. he pulls his cock out of your mouth, causing you to gasp for air. „shit- you okay baby?“ he breaths out, chuckling. you nod, smirking playfully as your eyes glint in lust.

his loving expression soon turns back to a merciless one, his tounge sneaking out to play with his lipring. he picks you up effortlessly, walking you over to the back of the couch before putting you back down and bending you over. with your ass rubbing against his cock, he hurriedly lifts your dress over your head before quickly unclipping your bra with ease. your tits fall free, and his hands fly to play with your nipples. you gasp, and he uses this as an opportunity to turn your head towards his and slip his tounge in your mouth. your back was flush against his chest as he rolled and pinched your nipples, leaving you a whimpering mess.

you were squirming in his hands, your panties probably soaked by now. you grind yourself against his cock out of impatience, before feeling a strong stinging on your right ass cheek. tom slapped your behind harshly, an annoyed expression on his face. „dont be s’fucking needy, this is a punishment for your behaviour earlier remember?“ tom hisses, his hot breath on your ear spreading goosebumps all over you.

you let out a sigh of relief as tom yanks your panties down, revealing your dripping cunt, his mouth watering at the sight. he rubs his cock between your warm folds, gliding effortlessly before nudging your sensitive clit with his tip. „mm..“ you moan, finally feeling some type of friction.

without warning, tom slams his length into you, a buldge forming in your stomach. „jesu- fuck!“ you almost shout, almost falling forward as tom quickly gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you back towards him. „god- so fucking tight“ tom breaths out, forming a rough pace.

your ass jiggles with each thrust, as toms cock deliciously rams against that gummy spot inside you. tom yanks your hair to the side to gain more access to to your neck, before planting sloppy open mouthed kisses up and down it. „only i can fuck you this good.. shit- isnt that right?“ he growls, drilling himself into you.

you can do nothing but nod, the intense pleasure preventing you from forming proper words. both of your bodies were coated in a thin sheen of sweat as he fucked you relentlessly, one of his hands gripping on your hip so tightly it would for sure leave marks.

„you“ thrust „are“ thrust „mine“ thrust tom breaths out between each harsh snap of his hips, making his possessivness very clear. your moans mirror each slam of his cock, your hair becoming messy and sticking to your face from the sweat.

„mhmm.. fuck- tom!“ you reply, struggling to form words as the tip of his length keeps abusing your favorite spot. his hands graze over your skin from your hips and spread your ass, pushing himself deeper in you. you clench around him in response, earning a loud groan from him.

„fuck baby- do that again“ tom mewls, the sudden tightness clearly having an effect on him. you somehow find the energy to repeat what you did, causing his pace to become inconsistent and sloppy. you grip tightly on the leather couch, feeling your high approach.

„shit m‘gonna cum!“ you manage to blur out, the pleasure slowly building up by the second. tom angles his hips upwards, hitting your g spot juusstt right. „cmon baby.. cum all over my cock“ he groans and he finally sees white, his orgasm washing over him as he shoots ropes of his hot cum into you.

you let out a high pitched moan, sounding almost pornographic as your orgasm hits you like a truck, falling forwards as your knees buckle. tom exhales sharply through his teeth, his movements coming to a halt. „shittt“ he breaths out, watching his cum spill out of your cunt as he slips out, a ring of cum appearing on his cock.

you both chuckle as you gain your breath again, relishing the pleasure. tom walks a few steps to the open kitchen, grabbing a paper towel before coming back and wiping you. you whimper slightly, feeling slightly overstimulated. „sorry baby“ he giggles, turning you around and pulling you into a gentle hug.

he rubs up and down your sides lovingly, pressing soft kisses in your hair. moments later he pulls away, stroking you hair out of your face and gazing into your droopy eyes and fucked out face. „you okay? did i go to rough?“ he asks while planting a warm kiss on your nose.

„not at all.. i have to talk to other guys more often if it means you’ll fuck me this good“ you whisper, smiling brightly. he chuckles, taking your hand and leading you upstairs.

„cmon, lets get cleaned up sweetheart“

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i realised i kinda use clubs as a setting pretty often ;-; i will lit marry u if u like or reblog, this is only my 5th post i think :)

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