#every time they Talked he walked right up to her so she was all he could see 😭

[heejamas]

nicest guy: 33. the premiere

word count: 15k words (sorryyyy….againnnn) warnings: MDNI!!!!!! explicit sexual content. petnames, spanking, unprotected sex (dont do it!!!!), softdom! sunghoon, softdom!jake, all the fucking lot. spoiler alert im so sorry…… thank you…… prev | masterlist | next

You’re still adjusting your dress in the mirror when there’s a knock at your door. Three short taps, casual but expectant. You already know who it is. You smooth your hands down the fabric one last time, inhaling deeply before opening the door.

Jake stands there, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, dressed in an all-black suit that fits him almost unfairly well. His hair is styled just enough to look effortless, and the way he’s looking at you, all wide eyes and slow grin, makes your stomach flip.

“Fuck. Wow.” His voice is almost reverent, his gaze dragging over you from head to toe. “You look insane. Like, actually. This should be illegal.”

You cross your arms, leaning against the doorframe just to make things difficult for him. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Jake’s grin sharpens, his dimples showing as he leans in slightly, his voice dropping. “I can think of a few things.”

Your heart stutters for a second, but you keep your expression unimpressed. “Yeah? Too bad we have somewhere to be.”

“Five minutes won’t kill anyone,” he argues, slipping past you with ease, closing the door behind him. He barely gives you time to react before his hands find your waist, pulling you in like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His cologne is distracting, all warmth and spice, and his lips are just close enough to be dangerous.

“You’re trouble,” you murmur, your hands finding his shoulders.

“I could say the same about you.”

And then he kisses you, slow and teasing at first, before he deepens it, his fingers pressing into your back like he’s trying to memorize the feeling of you. He tastes like mint and something sweeter, something distinctly Jake, and it’s so easy—too easy—to melt into him.

But you don’t, not fully. You pull back, breathless, pressing a finger to his chest. “Jake.”

“Mm?” His lips chase yours like he’s not done yet.

“We have to go.”

He exhales dramatically, resting his forehead against yours for a second before finally pulling away. “Fine. But only because I don’t want Niki to yell at me for being late.”

The hotel ballroom where the premiere is being held is overwhelming the second you step inside. Warm lighting, sleek decor, champagne flutes in every direction. The kind of event where everyone is too cool to be fazed by the sheer number of celebrities in one place.

Jake keeps a hand on the small of your back as you walk in, like he’s worried you might disappear in the crowd. He greets a few people, nods at some others, but the second he spots Niki, his entire demeanor shifts.

Niki is standing near the center of the room, flanked by Yeonjun and a handful of other people you don’t immediately recognize. He’s holding a drink and talking animatedly, gesturing wildly like he’s in the middle of the most important story of his life. The second he sees you and Jake, his face lights up.

“There you are!” He waves you over, practically bouncing on his heels. “Finally. Thought you guys were gonna ditch me.”

“You think I’d miss this?” Jake grins, clapping a hand on Niki’s shoulder. “Big night, man.”

Niki gestures to the chaos around him. “Yeah, it’s pretty fucking insane. I saw Taylor Swift like ten minutes ago and almost passed out.”

You blink. “Wait, she’s actually here?”

“Of course she is, dude. It's her movie.” Niki shrugs. “She's probably somewhere being cooler than all of us combined.”

Jake stands beside you, his hand resting lightly on your back as the party swirls around you. The room is a blur of sequins, designer suits, and industry elites, but his attention is locked on you.

Sunoo arrives first, all bright energy and perfectly styled hair, Gigi right beside him in a dress that probably costs more than your rent. Woonhak follows, looking vaguely overwhelmed but excited. “Oh my God, there he is,” Sunoo gasps dramatically. “The man of the hour.”

Jake laughs. “You mean Niki? Pretty sure he’s the man of the hour.”

“No,” Gigi corrects. “He means you.”

“Yeah,” Sunoo adds, pointing between you and Jake. “We’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

Jake gives you a playful glance. “All good things, I hope?”

Jake, ever the charmer, is unfazed. He chats with them easily, slipping into the conversation like he’s always been part of your world. You watch as he makes them laugh, throwing in casual compliments and effortlessly winning them over.

After a few minutes, you catch sight of Jungwon and Jay arriving. “I’m gonna go say hi to them,” you tell Jake, placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods, squeezing your fingers briefly. “Don’t take too long.”

You weave through the crowd toward Jungwon and Jay, both looking effortlessly put together. Jungwon spots you first, his face lighting up. When you reach them, your brother pulls you into a quick hug. “We had a tie problem.” His gaze turns to Jay, who is silently laughing.

You glance toward the bar. “I was actually about to grab a drink. You guys want anything?”

Jay shakes his head. “Sunghoon already went to get ours.”

Of course he did.

You nod, excusing yourself before heading toward the bar. As you approach, you spot Sunghoon leaning against the counter, one hand resting casually on the surface while the other holds a drink. His suit fits perfectly, sharp lines and effortless confidence, the deep navy fabric complementing his complexion in a way that makes your thoughts stray into dangerous territory. The open collar of his dress shirt reveals just enough skin to make you swallow harder than you’d like, and the sleek styling of his hair only sharpens the cocky smirk he wears when he notices you approaching.

“What a coincidence,” he muses, tilting his glass slightly in your direction. “You following me, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes, masking the way your pulse quickens. “You wish.”

He tilts his head, letting his gaze drag over you in that slow, deliberate way that makes your skin heat. “Maybe I do.”

Your throat goes dry, but you refuse to let it show. “Shouldn’t you be taking those drinks back to your friends?”

He smirks, swirling the liquid in his glass lazily. “They can wait. Besides, looks like you could use a distraction.”

You scoff, leaning against the bar beside him, trying not to focus on how close he is. “You think you’re that distracting?”

Sunghoon leans in slightly, his voice dropping to that infuriatingly smooth register that always makes the air between you shift. “I know I am.”

You hate that he’s right. But you hate even more how much you don’t want to walk away.

He studies you for a moment before raising a brow. “So, how’s Jake?”

The question catches you off guard, but you recover quickly. “He’s talking to Sunoo, Giselle, and Woonhak.” You pause, then glance at him knowingly. “You know, since he invited you here and all.”

His smirk deepens, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Yeah. Generous of him, don’t you think?”

You nod, watching him carefully. “I like that you two are getting close again.”

Sunghoon hums, taking a slow sip of his drink before setting the glass down. Then, he looks at you with that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. “Of course you like it. You’re the reason for it.” He pauses, tilting his head slightly. “Or did you already forget what happened on Super Bowl night?”

Your breath catches for half a second, but you school your expression, refusing to give him the reaction he wants. Instead, you shift your gaze across the room, scanning the crowd—and that’s when you see Jake.

He’s leaning against a tall table, still engaged in conversation, but his eyes are locked onto you and Sunghoon. There’s something in the way he’s watching, the curve of his lips somewhere between amused and possessive. It sends a shiver down your spine—not quite jealousy, but not entirely something else, either.

The bartender slides your drink in front of you, breaking the tension. You take the glass, turning back to Sunghoon with a tight-lipped smile. “I should get back.”

His smirk lingers, as if he knows exactly why you’re leaving so quickly. “Sure. Wouldn’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.” You ignore the way your stomach tightens at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before you do something reckless.

You return to Jake, finding him standing with Heeseung, Beomgyu, and Soobin near the edge of the party. The three of them are deep in an animated discussion, and you barely get a word in before Beomgyu clutches Soobin’s shoulder like he’s delivering the most important information of the night.

“Dude, I swear to God, we just went to the bathroom and Tom Holland was in there,” Beomgyu says, eyes wide.

Soobin nods in solemn agreement. “He was washing his hands like a normal person. It was surreal.”

“Was he British?” Heeseung asks, raising an eyebrow.

Beomgyu stares at him. “Bro, of course he was British, what kind of question—”

“I mean, did he sound British in real life?” Heeseung clarifies, crossing his arms.

“I didn’t hear him talk. But he had the British stance,” Soobin supplies, as if that explains everything.

“What the hell is a British stance?” Jake finally asks, chuckling.

Beomgyu waves his hand dismissively. “You wouldn’t get it.”

At this point, the conversation takes a sharp turn as Heeseung squints at Soobin. “Okay, but real question—who’s the best Spider-Man? Because I already know your dumbass answer.”

Soobin gasps. “Tobey Maguire is objectively the best—”

“Oh my God, here we go,” Beomgyu groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You’re actually delusional if you think Andrew Garfield wasn’t the best,” Heeseung counters.

Jake laughs, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you slightly closer as they keep arguing. He leans in, his voice a warm murmur in your ear, “You wanna get out of here?”

Your breath hitches for half a second, but you play it cool, tilting your head slightly. “You’re feeling bold tonight.”

He smirks. “You have that effect on me.”

Before you can respond, Beomgyu suddenly turns back to you both, looking horrified. “Wait—Jake, don’t tell me you think Tom Holland is the best Spider-Man.”

Jake doesn’t even glance at him. “I think Y/N and I are leaving.”

Soobin gasps. “COWARD.”

You laugh, letting Jake steer you toward the exit, ignoring the continued chaos behind you. His hand is firm on your lower back, fingers pressing lightly as he guides you through the crowd, a silent reminder of his presence. The party hums around you—music pulsing, glasses clinking, voices overlapping in an endless sea of conversation—but it all fades into the background as you step into the crisp night air. The smoking area is nearly empty, just a few scattered guests lingering near the edge, their quiet conversations drowned out by the distant bass from inside. The air is laced with the faint scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne, but all you can focus on is Jake, who wastes no time in pulling you closer by the waist.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice smooth and low against your ear. His lips graze the sharp line of your jaw, not quite kissing, just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m fine,” you reply, though your breath hitches slightly when he finally presses a kiss there, just below your ear.

“Yeah?” He pulls back just enough to look at you, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “You don’t seem fine.”

You roll your eyes, though it’s half-hearted. “You just like messing with me.”

“Maybe.” His hands tighten around your waist, his thumbs pressing into your sides. “Or maybe I just like you.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you play it cool. “Oh yeah? How much?”

Jake tilts his head, pretending to think. “Mm, a lot.” His lips find your jawline again, kissing along it slowly, savoring every inch. “Like, wanna-be-around-you-all-the-time a lot. Like, think-you’re-the-coolest-person-here a lot.”

You hum softly, enjoying the warmth of Jake’s touch, the way his fingers trace absentminded circles against your waist. But there’s something deeper lingering between you, something you can’t ignore.

“Jake,” you say quietly, tilting your head up to look at him properly. “Can I ask you something? Like, for real?”

He pulls back slightly, his gaze warm and steady. “Of course.”

You hesitate for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip before finally speaking. “What… what exactly is this? You and me.”

Jake blinks, as if the question catches him off guard, but then a small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “I don’t know if I have the perfect answer for that,” he admits. “But I know that I really like getting to know you. I like how things feel when I’m with you. And I don’t wanna push you into anything—you’ve got a lot going on, I get that. But I like where we are right now.” His fingers tighten slightly on your waist, grounding, reassuring. “I like this... whatever this is.”

Your heart stumbles slightly at his words, the sincerity behind them. You nod, letting the moment settle, before shifting slightly. “Can I ask you one more thing?”

Jake grins. “Damn, two in a row? Should I be nervous?”

You roll your eyes but don’t take the bait. Instead, you inhale deeply, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “Why don’t you get mad about Sunghoon? About him being around?”

Jake exhales a quiet laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You wanna know the truth?”

“That’d be nice.”

He leans against the railing, still holding onto you like he’s unwilling to let you go. “It’s not the first time this has happened with me and Sunghoon.”

Your brows lift. “Seriously?”

Jake nods. “Yeah. We’ve had this… I don’t know what to call it. This rivalry? Competition? Whatever it is, it’s not new. But it’s never been like this before.”

“Like this how?”

His thumb brushes against your hip, gentle, thoughtful. “It’s never been with someone like you.”

Your breath catches slightly. “What does that mean?”

Jake chuckles, shaking his head. “It means you make it different. You make it feel less like a fight and more like— I don’t know. Like a game we don’t mind playing.” He pauses, tilting his head. “And I think it’s because I respect you. I know you’re gonna do whatever you want in the end, and I trust that. And…” He grins, eyes glinting with something playful. “I like it. I like the chase. I like having to work for you.”

Your heart squeezes at his words, warmth creeping up your neck. “You’re really not jealous?”

“Oh, I’m jealous,” he admits, laughing. “But I’m not bitter. Not when it’s you.”

For a second, you can’t think of anything to say. So you don’t. Instead, you reach up, tangling your fingers in the fabric of his jacket and pulling him down into a kiss. Jake reacts instantly, hands sliding up your back, pulling you closer, until there’s barely any space left between you. His lips move against yours with an easy certainty, like he’s trying to tell you everything he just said all over again—without words, just the heat of his touch, the press of his body against yours. You feel the way he deepens the kiss, his fingers tightening slightly at your waist, like he wants to make sure you don’t slip away. And you don’t want to.

You let yourself sink into him, your hands gripping the lapels of his jacket, holding him there like he’s the only thing anchoring you to the moment. The world outside the two of you feels distant, a blur of cigarette smoke and the muffled voices. It’s just Jake, his lips warm and insistent against yours, his breath fanning across your cheek as he tilts his head to kiss you deeper, as if he wants to taste every inch of you.

Then reality nudges at the back of your mind, and you remember where you are.

You break the kiss, just barely, your breath mingling with his. “Jake,” you murmur, voice slightly unsteady. “We’re still in public.”

His lips barely leave your skin as he hums in response, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. “So?”

You huff a quiet laugh, raising an eyebrow. “So, people are watching.”

Jake exhales a soft chuckle, completely unfazed. “Good,” he murmurs, dipping his head lower, his lips brushing against your jaw, then lower, trailing down the column of your neck. His voice is a low, amused whisper against your skin. “I like when people watch.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, your fingers tightening in the fabric of his jacket. There’s something reckless about the way he says it, something bold, unbothered—like he’s perfectly happy letting the whole world see that you’re his.

You’re about to retort, maybe call him insane, maybe tell him to shut up and keep kissing you, but then—your gaze drifts past his shoulder.

And your stomach twists.

Across the smoking area, near the edge where the neon glow fades into shadows, Sunghoon is standing with some girl. He’s not kissing her, but he’s leaning in way too close, his posture relaxed, effortless—like this isn’t even something he has to think about. Like it’s second nature to him.

She’s smiling, twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers as she looks up at him, hanging onto whatever he’s saying. And he’s looking at her the way he looks at anyone he’s about to pull into his orbit—sharp, teasing, eyes glinting with something just shy of a smirk. He’s angled slightly toward her, their bodies just close enough that if she took half a step forward, they’d be chest-to-chest. It’s casual, but you know him well enough to recognize the way his body language shifts when he’s interested in someone.

And then he looks up.

His eyes meet yours, and in an instant, everything sharpens. The noise around you fades, the air between you crackling with something unspoken, something tense. His expression doesn’t change—he doesn’t pull away from the girl, doesn’t step back. He just holds your gaze, steady and unreadable, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Like he’s daring you to react.

Your pulse kicks up, an unfamiliar mix of emotions rising in your chest—something heated, something possessive, something almost irrational. You don’t know if it’s anger, annoyance, or something else entirely, but you feel it curling tight in your stomach.

Jake, still oblivious, is kissing along your neck, lips pressing slow, lingering against your skin. His grip on your waist tightens, his voice low. “You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs, trailing another kiss just below your jaw.

But you barely register his words, barely feel the way he’s touching you. Because your attention is locked on Sunghoon, on the way he’s still looking at you, as if waiting to see what you’ll do.

And it makes your blood boil.

The spark of defiance ignites in your chest before the thought even fully forms. You don’t hesitate. If Sunghoon wants to play, you can play too.

Without breaking eye contact with him, you tighten your grip on Jake’s collar and pull him back into a kiss—this time, not soft or teasing, but intense, deliberate. Jake barely has a second to react before he’s melting into you, his hands sliding down your waist, fingers gripping your hips as he presses closer. He exhales a quiet groan against your lips, caught off guard but more than willing to follow your lead.

You tilt your head, deepening it, letting your nails drag lightly against the nape of his neck. The heat between you simmers into something heavier, something heady, and when Jake's fingers dig into your sides in response, you know he's completely lost in it. Good. That’s exactly what you need.

Still, even as you lose yourself in the kiss, you keep your awareness sharp, your senses wired. You know Sunghoon is still watching. And when you finally break the kiss, breathless, you make a point of glancing back toward him.

Your stomach twists the moment you do.

The girl beside him is even closer now, pressing into his side, lips trailing along his jawline like she’s mapping it out with precision. Sunghoon, on the other hand, looks completely unaffected. His expression is unreadable—bored, maybe. Or amused. His arm is lazily slung over the balcony railing, one hand wrapped around his drink, posture relaxed, unbothered. But his eyes?

His eyes are locked onto you.

There’s something deliberate in the way he holds your gaze, something slow and heavy, like he knows exactly what you’re trying to do—and he’s daring you to try harder. It makes your pulse spike, anger bubbling beneath your skin, because he’s playing right back, and worse—he’s good at it.

You refuse to let him win.

Turning back to Jake, you grab his wrist and pull him with you, leading him toward a more secluded corner of the smoking area, tucked behind a concrete wall where the lights don’t quite reach. Jake follows without question, his grip tightening around your hand, his breath uneven from the kiss.

“Where are we going?” he murmurs, voice low, eager.

You don’t answer. Not yet. Not until you steal one last glance over your shoulder, making sure Sunghoon sees exactly what you’re doing.

You don’t wait to see his full reaction, but you catch it anyway—the smirk pulling at Sunghoon’s lips, lazy and knowing, like he’s completely unfazed by your little game. Like he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. It makes your jaw clench.

But you don’t give him the satisfaction of hesitating. You disappear behind the wall with Jake, letting the dim lighting and the thrum of the distant bass swallow you whole.

The second you’re out of sight, Jake tugs you back against him, hands firm on your waist. He’s still catching his breath, his eyes dark with something unreadable—half amusement, half hunger. But there’s something else there too, something smug, something playful.

“You know he’s an asshole, right?” His voice is low, teasing, his fingers dipping just beneath the hem of your dress. “And you know I’m so much better than him.” You open your mouth, but before you can say anything, he leans in, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “But you just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Your stomach flips at the way he says it—not accusing, not jealous, just… taunting. Testing you. And you hate how much you like it.

Your lips curl, fingers sliding up his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. “Maybe I just like watching you get all competitive,” you murmur, tilting your head slightly, letting your lips ghost over his jaw. “Maybe I like making you work for it.”

Jake exhales sharply, his grip on you tightening. “Yeah?” His voice drops even lower, and before you can respond, he presses his lips to yours again, harder this time.

The kiss is intense, charged—his hands tugging you closer, his fingers digging into your hips as he backs you against the cool concrete wall. His lips part against yours, and you let him in, let him deepen it, let him take.

His mouth leaves yours only to trail lower, tracing a slow, deliberate path along your jaw, down to your neck. He finds that spot just beneath your ear and lingers there, lips pressing, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make you inhale sharply.

“Still thinking about him?” he murmurs against your skin.

You exhale something between a laugh and a breathy sigh, threading your fingers through his hair. “Not even a little.”

Jake chuckles, satisfied, before dipping lower. His lips trace down your collarbone, hot and open-mouthed, like he wants to leave something behind—some kind of mark, something to remind you who had you here first. His hands explore, one gripping your waist, the other slipping up your back, pressing you flush against him.

Jake’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into your waist as he presses you further against the cold wall. His kisses turn rougher, more demanding—teeth grazing your lower lip before he tugs at it, swallowing the quiet gasp that escapes you.

"You like this, don’t you?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with something dark, something teasing. His hand slides up your side, fingers curling around your ribs as his lips travel back to your neck, biting down just enough to make your breath hitch. "Letting me push you around a little?"

His words send a shiver down your spine, and when he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes heavy-lidded, pupils blown, you know you’ve both lost track of who’s playing who. You don’t answer—not with words, at least. Instead, you tilt your head, giving him more access, your fingers tightening in his hair as he licks over the spot he just bit. He chuckles against your skin, satisfied, before sucking a bruise into your collarbone.

A soft moan escapes your lips, barely audible, but Jake catches it. His breath stutters for a split second before he exhales sharply, pressing his hips against yours in response. "Shit," he mutters, dragging his teeth over your pulse. "You can’t be doing that in my ear, princess. That’s not fair."

Before he can say anything else, the buzz of his phone vibrating in his pocket interrupts the moment. He ignores it. You feel it again. A steady vibration, insistent. Jake just groans, mouth still on your skin.

"Jake," you whisper, a little breathless. "It’s your phone."

"Don’t care," he mutters, kissing you again.

You laugh softly, pushing at his chest. "It could be important."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, jaw clenched, clearly annoyed. With a heavy sigh, he digs into his pocket, pulling out his phone. When he sees the caller ID, he groans even louder.

"For fuck’s sake," he mutters before answering. "What?"

You can’t hear what’s being said on the other end, but Jake rolls his eyes. "Bro, are you serious right now? I'm—" He pauses, glancing at you, then sighs again. "Fine. I’ll be there in a sec."

He hangs up and shoves his phone back into his pocket, looking at you with the most put-out expression. "It’s Niki. He’s making a toast or whatever and wants all the guys there."

You snort. "You should go…"

"Yeah." Jake sighs, rubbing a hand down his face before looking at you again. His eyes roam over your slightly disheveled appearance, the faint marks blooming on your collarbone. A smirk tugs at his lips.

You roll your eyes. "I was literally about to fix myself up."

His smirk widens. "Yeah, you better."

You smack his arm, making him laugh. "Shut up," you mutter, turning toward the restroom. "I’ll meet you there."

Jake steps away first, sighing dramatically as he runs a hand through his hair. “Better hurry up, angel,” he teases over his shoulder. “Don’t wanna keep me waiting too long.”

You roll your eyes, watching as he disappears into the crowd before exhaling and smoothing down your outfit. Your body still feels warm, buzzing from everything that just happened, but you shake it off, heading toward a bathroom nearby.

The hallway is quieter here, dimly lit, the noise of the party muffled behind thick walls. You push open the door and step inside, immediately making a beeline for the mirror.

The second you see yourself, you groan, leaning against the counter with both hands. Your lips are swollen, your hair is slightly tousled, and there’s the faintest hint of red blooming on your collarbone where Jake had been particularly eager.

“My god,” you mutter, tilting your head to inspect the damage. You press your fingers over the spot, sighing. “Girl, what the fuck are you doing?”

You shake your head, standing up straighter as you start fixing yourself. Running your fingers through your hair, smoothing out your clothes, fixing your lipstick in an attempt to erase the evidence.

Alright. You’re fine. You take one last breath, steadying yourself.

Then, pushing open the stall door, you step out—

Sunghoon is leaning against the wall right outside the bathroom, arms crossed, waiting.

His eyes meet yours immediately—dark, unreadable. There’s a flicker of something behind them, something almost amused, and then his lips quirk up at the corner.

“Took you long enough,” he murmurs.

Your breath catches for a second, your heart still settling from the mess Jake left you in, but you mask it quickly. “Were you waiting for me?” you ask, tilting your head, trying to sound unimpressed.

Sunghoon just shrugs. “Maybe.” You roll your eyes, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the way he’s looking at you—so casual, so at ease, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Having fun tonight?” he asks, voice smooth as ever.

You lift an eyebrow. “You tell me,” you counter. “Looked like you were having a great time with that girl.”

His smirk deepens, just a fraction. “You were watching?”

You scoff, arms crossing over your chest. “You were standing right there. Kinda hard to miss.”

He hums, tilting his head. “So, what? You jealous?”

The accusation makes your stomach twist, but you don’t let it show. You just let out a short, humorless laugh. “Not even a little.”

Sunghoon chuckles, low and deep. “Right,” he drawls.

You hate the way he says it—like he doesn’t believe you, like he knows better. And maybe he does. Maybe he caught the way your gaze lingered too long, how you clenched your jaw when you saw his arm resting lazily on the balcony railing, completely unfazed by your attempts to get a rise out of him.

You straighten your spine. “You must be enjoying yourself, though,” you say, voice laced with something just shy of sarcasm. “Didn’t look like you were complaining when she was all over you.”

Sunghoon just hums again, taking a slow step toward you. “Wouldn’t say that,” he muses.

Another step.

Your back hits the wall before you even realize you’re moving, and Sunghoon is right there, hovering just close enough to make your pulse stutter. He doesn’t touch you, doesn’t do anything more than lean in, but it’s enough. Enough to make the space feel smaller, the air heavier.

“She was cute,” he admits, voice dropping slightly. “But I don’t even remember her name.” You bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to react. He watches you for a second longer, studying, waiting, and then his lips curve again. “What?” he murmurs. “Disappointed?”

Your eyes narrow. “I should’ve listened when people told me you were trouble.”

Sunghoon tilts his head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? And who told you that?”

You shrug, looking away. “People.”

He hums, like he’s considering it, then dips his head a little lower, just enough to make you look at him again. “Well,” he says, “they’re not wrong.” The words shouldn’t make your stomach flip. But they do. “And you know that,” he continues, voice quieter now. “You’ve always known that.”

You swallow, lips pressing together. Sunghoon’s smirk grows. “And you like it,” he says simply.

Something about the certainty in his voice makes your breath hitch. Like it’s not a question, not even up for debate. Like he knows you too well, has seen the way you react when he talks to you like this, corners you like this. You open your mouth, maybe to argue, maybe to deflect, but he beats you to it.

“You don’t play fair, either,” he murmurs. “That’s why you pulled Jake like that.”

Your fingers twitch at your sides. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, you do.” The worst part is that he’s right. And he knows it. The tension stretches between you, thick and charged, but before you can get lost in it completely, something clicks in the back of your mind—Jake.

You blink, straightening slightly. “I have to go.”

Sunghoon doesn’t move, still caging you in. “Back to him?” You nod. He exhales sharply through his nose, a smirk still lingering on his lips. “Of course you do.”

You lift your chin. “Don’t start.”

Sunghoon just lets out a quiet chuckle, finally stepping back, giving you space. “Go ahead,” he says, waving a hand. You roll your eyes, stepping past him, ignoring the way your skin still feels too hot. And as you walk away, you swear you can still hear him laughing.

You make your way back to the party, heart still racing from your conversation with Sunghoon. The music pulses through the air, a mix of laughter and chatter filling the space as you navigate through the crowd.

You spot Jake and Niki at a table surrounded by a group of familiar faces—Heeseung, Beomgyu, Soobin, Woonhak, Jungwon, Jay, Sunoo, Giselle, and Yeonjun. Niki stands up, animatedly gesturing with a drink in hand, clearly in the middle of one of his infamous speeches.

“And let me tell you, folks,” Niki booms, “life is like a pizza! You can have all the toppings in the world, but if the base is soggy, it’s just not gonna work!” The table erupts in laughter, and you can’t help but smile. Niki’s ridiculousness is contagious.

As you reach the table, you lean against it, slipping in beside Jungwon. You rest your head on his shoulder, the comfort of his presence settling your racing thoughts. He glances down at you, an amused glint in his eyes.

Jungwon glances down at you, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You’ve really changed, haven’t you, Y/N?” he muses, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You blink up at him, feigning innocence. “What do you mean?”

He scoffs, nudging you playfully. “You just stroll in here, all casual, after… whatever that was, and expect me to believe you’re only here for the pizza?”

You roll your eyes, the warmth of your earlier encounter with Sunghoon fading slightly in the comfort of your twin’s teasing. “I came for the pizza and Niki’s wisdom, obviously,” you reply, trying to sound serious.

Your brother chuckles, shaking his head as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer. You lean into him, the familiar warmth of his embrace making you feel safe and grounded.

But then your gaze drifts away from your brother and settles on Jake, who is seated next to Heeseung, laughter bubbling up between them. He’s animated, his eyes sparkling with joy as he jokes around, completely lost in the moment with his friends. Watching him, a wave of warmth washes over you, spreading from your chest to your fingertips.

In that moment, you can’t help but think how much you genuinely like him. The realization hits you with a gentle tug at your heart. If only you’d met under different circumstances, perhaps things would have been easier. Maybe you could have shared more moments like this, more laughter, and less confusion. The thought lingers in your mind, and you find yourself smiling softly as you wonder what the future might hold. Who knows? Maybe there’s a chance for something more between you two.

As if sensing your gaze, Jake looks over at you, a small smile spreading across his face. It’s the kind of smile that lights up his eyes, a mix of mischief and warmth, as if he knows he wants to be close to you but doesn't want to disrupt the fun he's having with his friends. You feel your cheeks warm at the sight, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

The energy in the room was electric, bodies swaying to the beat, laughter mixing with the music, until Niki broke through the crowd, breathless and wide-eyed. “Heeseung! Jake!” he called out, his excitement palpable. “You’ve got to see this! Whoopi Goldberg is on the dance floor right now!”

The mention of Whoopi had Beomgyu and Soobin leaning in, intrigued. “No way, are you serious?” Beomgyu asked, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity. “We have to go check that out.” Soobin nodded vigorously, already stepping forward.

Woonhak leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin on his face. “I actually talked to her earlier. She called me ‘Mr. Kim.’” He delivered the line nonchalantly, but the playful smirk on his face suggested he loved the attention.

Laughter erupted around the group, Jungwon and Jay nearly collapsing with mirth. Even Jake, who typically maintained a cool demeanor, couldn’t suppress a chuckle. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Niki seized his arm, pulling him toward the dance floor. “Let’s go, Jake!”

Watching them go, you felt a warmth spread through you. Jake looked so relaxed, so alive, his laughter ringing out amidst the chaos. It was a joy to see him enjoying himself without a care in the world.

“Hey,” Jungwon called, breaking you from your thoughts. “You wanna dance?”

With that, you followed Jungwon onto the dance floor, Jay, Sunoo, and Giselle close behind. The music pulsed around you, each beat vibrating through your chest. You lost yourself in the rhythm, spinning and laughing, letting the music take over.

Then you felt it—a shift in the atmosphere, something unsettling. You turned slightly, and there he was: Sunghoon, sauntering by with another girl, laughter escaping his lips like it was the soundtrack to your annoyance. The sight hit you hard, a surge of frustration bubbling up as you contemplated “accidentally” tripping him.

But no. You weren’t going to let him ruin your night. Not with your friends around, not with the music pumping, and definitely not when Whoopi Goldberg was potentially doing the cha-cha-slide somewhere in this building. You forced a smile, turned back to your friends, and kept dancing, determined to shake off the irritation.

Then, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke, Sunghoon’s eyes locked onto yours. For a fleeting moment, everything around you fell silent, the air thick with tension. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but before he could, the girl beside him pulled him back into their conversation.

You turned away, your jaw clenching. The music and laughter felt distant now, as if you were watching the party unfold through a haze. Jungwon noticed the shift in your mood and leaned closer, concern etching his features. “You good?”

You nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But as you moved to the beat, your gaze kept drifting back to Sunghoon, the weight of his presence hanging in the air like a cloud. The night was still young, yet suddenly, it felt a lot heavier.

After dancing for what felt like forever, the weight of your heels became unbearable. You decided it was time for a break. Spotting Sunoo chatting with Giselle, you made your way over. “Hey, I’m going to grab some slippers from my room,” you announced, already starting to walk away.

Sunoo raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. He gave you a knowing look. “Just be careful, because there’s someone watching you all the time.” His tone was teasing, but you knew exactly who he meant—Sunghoon. The unspoken tension between the two of you was palpable, and Sunoo was well aware of it.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to my room anyway,” you replied, already moving away, not bothering to hide your smile.

As you strolled down the dimly lit hallway, the party music faded into a distant buzz, leaving just the thumping of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. You could feel Sunghoon’s gaze boring into your back, a familiar presence that sent little shivers down your spine. You could practically picture him brushing off that girl who had been flirting with him just moments before, his signature smirk dismissing her advances like a pro. He had this crazy way of commanding attention, and somehow, you were caught right in the middle of it.

Stopping in front of your door, the cool metal handle felt like a nice break from the heat radiating off your skin. Just as you turned, Sunghoon rounded the corner, the flickering light catching his jawline, making him look almost otherworldly in the shadows. “You know,” you said, leaning against the doorframe, a playful smirk on your lips, “I totally knew you’d pull this. You’re pretty obvious.”

His lips curled into that signature smirk that always sent a jolt through you. He stepped closer, the air between you charged with an electric tension. “And you can’t seem to stay away, can you? It’s like you’re into this little game we’ve got,” he shot back, his tone playful but with a hint of something deeper.

“Oh, is that what this is? A game?” You crossed your arms, trying to hide how giddy you felt inside. The banter flowed easily, but you both knew there was a lot more going on under the surface.

“Definitely,” he leaned in a bit, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of mischief and challenge. “But don’t worry; I’m always down for a challenge. Especially with someone like you.”

Your heart raced at his proximity, a rush of adrenaline flooding your veins. You could feel your cheeks heating up, giving away the cool facade you were trying to maintain. “Well, you better keep up then,” you shot back, the words tumbling out with a surprising boldness.

Sunghoon chuckled softly, his amusement clear, but then his expression turned serious for a moment. “Oh, really? Should I?” His voice dropped low, each word hanging in the air, creating a charged intimacy that felt almost electric.

In that instant, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in your own bubble. The weight of unspoken words hovered between you, and for a heartbeat, it felt like the night was poised on the brink of something monumental. You could see the flicker of emotions dancing in his eyes, a mixture of challenge and desire, and it made your heart skip a beat.

“You know, I’m kinda tired of this back-and-forth game we’ve been playing,” he said, stepping even closer, a serious look crossing his face.

“Oh really? And what do you want, then?” You challenged, the playful banter tinged with curiosity.

“I want you, Y/N,” he admitted, the sincerity in his voice sending a thrill down your spine. “Not just this teasing dance.”

The seriousness in his tone made your breath hitch. It felt like a confession, raw and honest, cutting through the playful tension that had defined your interactions until now. You were caught off guard, your heart pounding louder in your ears. You met his gaze, a mix of surprise and something that felt like hope swirling in your chest.

He moved even closer, hovering just inches from you, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. His breath brushed against your skin as he leaned in, almost whispering. “You talk about me being trouble, but let’s be honest—you’re worse than I am.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a mix of thrill and frustration bubbling inside you. “What are you even talking about?” You looked up at him, and the playful glint in his eyes made your heart race.

“Come on,” he teased, tilting his head slightly. He leaned in, brushing his lips just beside your ear, making your breath hitch. “You get jealous at me flirting with other girls, but you can’t expect me to just sit here while you fuck with Jake, either. It’s a two-way street, you know?”

He pulled back slightly, looking deep into your eyes, searching for a reaction. You felt a surge of irritation mix with a strange thrill at his words, his expression teasing yet sincere. “Fine,” you huffed, frustration bubbling to the surface. But the truth was, you wanted to fight against it, to challenge him. “Maybe I don’t want to keep playing games too.”

“Then what do you want, Y/N?” He stepped back, that playful glint returning to his eyes. “Tell me.”

You hesitated, the weight of his gaze pressing on you, and for a moment, all the teasing, all the games, melted away. “I want you to stop messing with my head and just be honest with me.”

Sunghoon’s expression softened slightly, and for a brief moment, the playful banter gave way to something deeper. “Alright, I can do that. I want you. No games.”

You felt your heart race at his admission, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks. “Okay,” you replied, your voice steady but laced with a hint of vulnerability. “No games.”

His lips curled into a knowing smirk, a challenge flickering in his eyes. “But even now, you’re still not making the first move, are you?”

You held his gaze, unflinching. The air was thick with tension, and the silence stretched between you, charged with anticipation. You didn’t want to be the first to break; instead, you leaned into the moment, your heart pounding as you locked your eyes onto his.

Instead of waiting for him to lean in, you took a step back, slowly opening your door and entering your room, all while keeping your eyes fixed on him. You moved in reverse, your gaze never leaving his, a playful yet inviting challenge dancing in your expression. The door creaked slightly as you stepped inside, the space now feeling intimate and charged.

Sunghoon followed you inside, his gaze intense as he stepped through the threshold. He closed the door behind him with a firm thud, the sound echoing in the small room, sealing you both in a world of your own. You could feel the heat radiating off him as he advanced, the atmosphere thick with unspoken desires.

You walked backward until the back of your knees met the edge of your bed, the soft mattress providing a stark contrast to the tension in the air. You felt the gentle push as you sat down, your eyes never leaving his. Sunghoon remained standing, towering over you, a smirk still playing on his lips.

Sunghoon stepped closer, his expression shifting to one of determination. “So, you think you can just tease me like this?” His voice dropped an octave, filled with a rough edge that sent shivers down your spine.

You held his gaze, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “I’m not scared of you,” you replied, trying to sound bold, but the way he looked at you made it hard to maintain your composure.

He smirked, a confident glint in his eyes. “Good, because I’m not playing games anymore.” With that, he took a step back, deliberately creating a bit of distance. You watched, curious, as he slowly removed his blazer, revealing a fitted shirt that clung to his frame. He left a few buttons undone, exposing just enough of his chest to make your heart race.

The sight of him, so effortlessly confident and attractive, made your breath hitch. You leaned back on your hands, your heart pounding as you assessed him, unable to look away. The playful banter had evaporated, leaving only a charged atmosphere between you.

“See something you like?” he teased, his voice low and taunting. The intensity of his gaze pinned you in place, making it hard to think straight.

“Maybe,” you replied, a hint of challenge in your tone, even as your body betrayed you, leaning slightly back, inviting him to close the distance.

Sunghoon stepped forward again, this time his presence more dominant, almost predatory. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?” He leaned closer, making your heart race even faster. Standing before you, he towered over you, a commanding figure that filled the space with undeniable energy.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing against your chin, lifting it gently to meet his gaze. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt both vulnerable and exhilarated under his touch. “Look at me,” he urged softly, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of intensity and something deeper swirling within them.

You held his gaze, feeling the weight of the moment, your heart pounding as he carefully maintained the connection. There was an undeniable tension in the air, charged with desire and anticipation.

“I want you to understand just how much I want this,” he murmured, his thumb stroking your chin lightly, sending electric sparks through you. It was a simple gesture, yet it felt like an invitation into something thrilling and unknown.

“I think I can say I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, heart racing as you laid your feelings bare.

“Oh, really?” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes, his lips curling into a smirk that sent butterflies swirling in your stomach. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly sank to his knees in front of you, a powerful move that made your breath hitch.

As he knelt, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in this charged atmosphere. He leaned in closer, his gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. Then, with deliberate slowness, he reached for your sandal, fingers brushing against your ankle as he began to slip it off.

You felt a rush of heat wash over you, the intimate gesture sending your mind into a whirl. You wanted to say something, to break the thick silence, but the way he looked at you left you momentarily speechless. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, a stark contrast to the fiery desire building between you.

With deliberate slowness, he moved to your second sandal, his fingers brushing your skin as he slipped it off. His gaze never faltered, locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. The world outside your room faded, and it felt like just the two of you existed in this electrifying moment.

As he slipped it off your foot, he leaned in closer, lifting your leg gently. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pressed a soft kiss to your ankle, his lips warm against your skin. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and you could barely contain the gasp that escaped your lips.

Sunghoon pulled back slightly, his smirk widening as he caught sight of the goosebumps that had formed along your leg. “Did that feel good?” he teased, his voice low and filled with mischief.

You could only nod, overwhelmed by the mix of sensations coursing through you. The way he was looking at you, combined with his gentle touch, was driving you wild. He leaned back in, his lips brushing against your skin once more, trailing slow, deliberate kisses up the length of your calf, his touch featherlight yet searing against your skin. Each press of his mouth sent another wave of heat rolling through you, making it harder to focus on anything but the way he was worshipping you with every movement. When he reached your knee, he lingered, his breath hot against the sensitive skin there, before placing a final, lingering kiss just above it.

Then, he stopped. He straightened to his full height, towering over you once more, his eyes locked onto yours in a way that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. He looked at you like he was taking in every detail, every reaction, every silent plea hidden behind your parted lips.

“Stand up,” he murmured, his voice smooth but firm.

You hesitated for only a second before obeying, your body moving before your mind could catch up. As you rose to your feet, the space between you crackled with tension, the air thick with anticipation. Sunghoon stepped behind you, his presence overwhelming without even touching you. The warmth of his body was right there, just close enough to make your skin tingle, just far enough to make you ache for more.

“Turn around,” he instructed, and you felt the heat in his voice as you complied, slowly pivoting until your back was to him.

You held your breath, heart hammering in your chest as you felt his fingers brush over your shoulder, grazing the strap of your dress. He didn’t rush—no, he was taking his time, savoring every second. You could feel his breath ghosting over the nape of your neck, the sensation sending a delicious shudder through you.

His fingers trailed down the length of your spine, following the fabric of your dress as he reached for the zipper. But before he pulled it down, he leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing against the shell of your ear.

Sunghoon’s breath was warm against your ear, the tension between you thick enough to drown in. His fingers toyed with the zipper of your dress for a moment before he leaned in, his lips brushing over your skin as he spoke, voice low and dripping with amusement.

“Can I?” he murmured, his tone edged with something dark, something hungry, and you nodded.

And then, with a swift, decisive motion, he dragged the zipper down, the sound slicing through the silence. Your dress loosened instantly, slipping off your shoulders, the fabric pooling at your feet like it had simply given up under his touch.

Sunghoon took a small step back, just enough to take you in. His gaze darkened as it roamed over you, lingering on the deep blue lingerie that now stood between him and everything he wanted. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and his smirk deepened.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, almost to himself. “Did you wear this for me?”

Before you could answer, he was already moving, his lips pressing against your bare shoulder, slow and deliberate, like he was marking his territory. His hands traced the curves of your waist before gripping your hips, pulling you back against him so you could feel exactly how much he wanted you.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he mused between kisses, his mouth trailing up the side of your neck, making you shudder. “Wearing something like this, knowing I’d see it.” His teeth grazed your skin, and you gasped, your body instinctively pressing closer. Sunghoon chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. “I think you like being caught.”

His hands slid over your stomach before he turned you around in one fluid motion. The second your eyes met his, you reached for the buttons of his shirt, fingers working quickly, desperate to even the playing field. But you barely made it to the middle of his torso before Sunghoon caught your wrists, halting your movements.

His gaze was sharp, his smirk downright sinful. “Did I say you could take my shirt off?” he asked, tilting his head. “Good girls ask first.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a split second, all you could do was stare at him, heart pounding, lips parting in surprise.

The moment stretched between you for a beat—then, before you could react, Sunghoon pushed you back onto the bed. You barely had time to process the way your body sank into the mattress before he was over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh, spreading you open beneath him.

His smirk was gone now. What replaced it was something darker, something dangerously close to pure need.

“Now,” he murmured, eyes locked onto yours. “Let’s see if you can be good for me after all.”

Sunghoon hovered over you, his body pressing into yours, his breath fanning against your lips, but still—still—he hadn’t kissed you yet. His eyes burned into yours, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your thigh, teasing, withholding, making you squirm beneath him.

You were done waiting. You reached up, fingers threading through his hair, tugging him down—but before your lips could meet, he let out a quiet chuckle, his mouth barely ghosting over yours.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement, with knowing.

You didn’t get a chance to respond, because in the next second, his lips finally crashed against yours, swallowing the air from your lungs. The kiss was nothing short of devastating.

His mouth moved against yours with an urgency that left you dizzy, like he’d been starving for this as much as you had. He didn’t hold back—he kissed you deep, kissed you like he wanted to ruin you, his hands tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, demanding more, taking more.

You melted into him, nails digging into his back as his tongue slid against yours, slow and deliberate at first, then more intense, more desperate. His teeth grazed your lower lip before he sucked it between his own, drawing a soft whimper from you. That sound only seemed to spur him on.

His hands roamed lower, gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, like he was trying to fuse you together. The weight of him, the way he pressed into you with every shift of his body, had your head spinning.

Your fingers found their way to his shirt again, fumbling with the buttons, desperate to get it off, to feel his skin against yours. But just as you started to undo another one, Sunghoon suddenly grabbed your wrists, stopping you in your tracks.

His lips were swollen, his breathing uneven, but his voice was firm as he said, “What did I just say?”

You blinked up at him, dazed. “What?”

“I told you to ask first.” His voice dropped lower, more authoritative. His grip on your wrists tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel it.

Heat flooded through you, your breath catching at the way he looked at you—so in control, so effortlessly dominant. Still, you couldn’t help the whiny edge that crept into your voice. “But I—”

“Don’t start,” he cut you off, his tone sharp. His fingers traced down your arm, featherlight, sending a shiver through you. “You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your heartbeat hammering in your ears. His words, his tone—it had you falling silent, something deep inside you tightening in response. Sunghoon’s smirk deepened, like he could see the exact moment you surrendered to him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, then leaned down, his lips crashing into yours again. This time, it was even more intense.

His kiss was all-consuming, leaving no space for hesitation. He devoured you, his tongue sliding against yours, slow but deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His hands roamed over your body, fingers digging into your waist, your hips, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough.

Then, suddenly, he pulled back. Still straddling you, Sunghoon shifted, moving up onto his knees. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt, and your breath caught as you watched him slowly undo them one by one. You lifted yourself slightly, propping up on your elbows, eyes locked onto him, completely transfixed. The way his fingers moved, the slow reveal of his toned chest—it was hypnotizing, addictive.

He caught you staring, smirking. You swallowed, your cheeks burning, but you didn’t look away. Then he paused, his fingers still on the last few buttons. His gaze met yours, dark and unreadable. “Ask.”

Your lips parted slightly, your breath shaky as you whispered, “Can I touch you, Hoon?”

For a second, he just stared at you, like he was drinking in the way you looked—needy, desperate, completely at his mercy. Then, finally, he gave a small nod. You wasted no time. Your hands reached out, fingers sliding against his skin as you slowly pushed his shirt open. Your touch was soft, reverent, tracing over his chest, his shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips.

You leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest as you worked on the last of the buttons, your lips trailing down the hard planes of his body, tasting him, feeling every flex of his muscles under your touch. The shirt slipped off his shoulders, falling to the bed, forgotten.

Your hands moved lower, gliding over his abs, down to the waistband of his pants. Your breath hitched as you hesitated there, glancing up at him, waiting, asking without words. His eyes darkened. Without a word, he reached down, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face up. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, slow, teasing.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement, with something deeper. His thumb pressed just slightly against your lip, feeling the way it parted under his touch. “So obedient.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You swallowed hard, your entire body buzzing under his touch. Sunghoon tilted his head slightly, still toying with your bottom lip beneath his thumb. “Tell me what you want.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. Your face felt like it was on fire, but you forced the words out, even if your voice came out softer than you intended. “I want you.”

Something dark flashed in his gaze, his smirk widening as if he’d been waiting to hear that. He straightened up, stepping back slightly until he was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at you.

“Then be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

A fresh wave of heat surged through you at his words. You shifted, moving carefully until you were kneeling at the edge of the bed, looking up at him, heart racing in anticipation.

Sunghoon’s smirk never faltered. He let you settle into position before speaking again. “Take them off.” Your hands moved almost on their own, reaching for his belt, fingers fumbling slightly from the sheer tension in the air. You undid the buckle, the soft clinking sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. The button came next, then the zipper, your fingertips grazing the warm skin of his lower abdomen as you tugged the fabric down.

You took your time, dragging his pants down inch by inch, your fingers brushing against the firm muscles of his thighs, your breath coming out uneven as more of him was revealed to you. The air between you felt heavy, thick with anticipation, as the fabric slipped lower, pooling around his ankles.

Now, he was standing over you in nothing but his boxers, the outline of him straining against the fabric, leaving nothing to the imagination. Your mouth went dry. Heat coiled low in your stomach, an intoxicating mix of arousal and the sheer intensity of the moment.

Sunghoon let out a low chuckle at your expression, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. He reached down, his fingers tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was a slow, teasing drawl, dripping with amusement, with control.

You weren’t sure if it was his tone, the way he looked at you, or the fact that you could feel his heat, inches away from your lips, but you felt dizzy. Your breath shuddered as you leaned in, your lips hovering just over the hard outline beneath his boxers, your eyes flicking up to meet his again, filled with nothing but quiet submission.

Sunghoon hummed, his smirk deepening. “Uh-uh.” His fingers traced along the side of your face before sliding into your hair, gripping it lightly. “You have to ask first, baby.”

Your stomach clenched. The grip in your hair wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to remind you who was in charge. Your lips parted, voice coming out softer than you intended. “Please, Hoon…”

His expression remained unchanged, feigning innocence. “Please what?”

You swallowed, your heart hammering as you tilted your head, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss against his lower abdomen. His scent overwhelmed you, making you lightheaded. Your hands lifted to his hips, playing with the hem of his boxers, teasing the waistband between your fingers. “Let me take these off.”

Sunghoon inhaled slowly through his nose, looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes. The hand in your hair tightened slightly, tilting your head back further. “Say please.”

You exhaled shakily, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”

Something flickered in his gaze—satisfaction, control. It was a look that sent another wave of heat rushing through you, making your entire body feel hyperaware of the moment. The way he loomed over you, his chest rising and falling steadily, the grip he still had in your hair—it all made you feel small in the best possible way. Then, his smirk returned, slow and knowing, his head tilting just slightly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip, pressing down lightly, testing you. “Go ahead, baby.”

Your fingers curled around the waistband of his boxers, and you took your time, dragging the fabric down slowly, purposefully, letting your nails graze against his hips as you went. As soon as he was bare, your breath hitched. You felt lightheaded with anticipation, the heat pooling low in your stomach tightening at the sight of him, already so hard for you. Sunghoon was big.

Your lips parted, a quiet, shaky breath escaping as you immediately leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the base of his cock. His grip in your hair tightened, his chest rising with a sharp inhale as you trailed your lips up his length, your tongue tracing the prominent vein that ran along the side.

“Fuck.” His voice came out low, wrecked, his head tipping back just slightly before his gaze returned to you, dark and heavy-lidded.

You took your time, your tongue teasing him with deliberate, languid licks, savoring the weight of him, the warmth of his skin against your mouth. Sunghoon’s breathing grew heavier, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you subtly, his hips barely shifting forward, making you gasp.

“Just like that, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “So fucking good.”

The praise only fueled you, made you more eager, more desperate to please. You wrapped your lips around him, taking him in slowly, inch by inch, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked. His reaction was immediate—a sharp exhale through his nose, his jaw clenching, his grip tightening just enough to make you whimper.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his thumb tracing your lower lip again when you pulled back slightly, your lips slick and swollen. “So fucking eager, huh?”

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow, uneven pants, your pupils blown wide as you looked up at him, your lips slick and swollen. He shook his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers tightened in your hair, guiding you back down. You leaned in again, parting your lips and taking him in, slow and deliberate at first, before hollowing your cheeks and sucking, letting your tongue drag along the underside of his cock, feeling the way he pulsed under your touch. His breathing hitched, a quiet curse slipping from his lips as his hand flexed in your hair.

“Fuck, just like that,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “You take me so well, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”

The praise only made you more eager, made you want to pull more sounds from him, made you want to push him further. Your hands gripped at his thighs as you moved, setting a steady pace, swallowing around him, letting out soft little moans that you knew would drive him insane. His hips twitched, just barely holding himself back from thrusting into your mouth.

Then, suddenly, his grip in your hair tightened sharply, pulling you back with a swift, firm motion. Your lips slipped from his cock with a soft, wet pop, and you blinked up at him, dazed, your mind foggy with the haze of arousal. Confusion flickered in your expression, your tongue darting out to wet your lips as you searched his face, but he only smirked at you, his gaze dark and heavy-lidded.

Without a word, he let go of your hair and moved, shifting back onto the bed, sitting against the headboard, his legs spread lazily apart like he had all the time in the world. He propped an arm behind his head, watching you with an almost lazy amusement, like he was enjoying every second of making you wait.

Then, his voice cut through the thick silence. “Take those off for me.”

Your stomach clenched at his tone—low, commanding, expectant. You swallowed, nodding as you slowly got to your feet, standing at the edge of the bed as you reached for the straps of your bra.

Sunghoon’s gaze never left you, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he watched, his dark eyes flickering with anticipation. You dragged the straps down your shoulders, letting the fabric slip down inch by inch, revealing your bare chest. His smirk widened as he caught sight of it, his eyes darkening, his fingers flexing against his thigh. You let your underwear pool at your feet, and you could feel the hunger in his expression, the way his fingers twitched like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab you.

Then, he tilted his head, patting his thigh once, his voice smooth, teasing. “Come here, pretty.”

Your breath hitched, your skin prickling with anticipation as you moved towards him, crawling onto the bed, your movements slow and deliberate, almost feline, like you were savoring every second of this.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice nothing but smooth approval. “So fucking pretty for me.”

The moment you were close enough, his hands found your waist, his grip firm, possessive—grounding you even as the rest of your body buzzed with anticipation. You hovered over him, your palms pressed against his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch. His fingers dragged along your sides, slow and deliberate, like he was committing every inch of you to memory, like he had no intention of rushing this.

And then he saw it. A darkened mark blooming against your collarbone, the unmistakable imprint of lips and teeth that weren’t his.

Sunghoon stilled, his smirk curling at the edges as his fingers ghosted over the bruise. Amusement flickered in his eyes as he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “I knew he was going to mark you…” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something darker, something claiming.

Before you could respond, his lips were on you, tracing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin. He took his time, dragging his tongue over the sensitive spot before sinking his teeth in just enough to make you shudder.

“And I knew you were gonna let him,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with amusement. His lips moved higher, grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You can’t control yourself, can you?”

A sharp smack landed on your ass before you could process his words. You gasped, the sting spreading deliciously through your skin, and your eyes shot to him in shock, only to find him already watching you, biting down a smirk. He tilted his head slightly, gaze dark, knowing. “You like that, huh?” His fingers kneaded at the spot, soothing the burn even as his smirk grew.

Your breath hitched, the heat in your stomach curling even tighter. You swallowed, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”

Sunghoon let out a soft, breathy laugh, his hand squeezing your waist, grounding you as he pulled you closer. “I knew you were dirty like this.”

And then his lips were on you again, but this time, lower. He kissed down the valley between your breasts, slow and teasing, his tongue darting out to taste your skin before he bit down gently, sucking another mark into your flesh. His hands smoothed over your thighs, squeezing, gripping, before sliding up to cup your chest, his thumbs brushing over your already hardened nipples.

He took his time with you, savoring every reaction, every little gasp, every arch of your body against him. It was intoxicating, the way he could pull sounds from you with just his mouth, just his hands. You whimpered as he dragged his tongue over your sensitive skin, your hips involuntarily rolling against his stomach, seeking friction, seeking anything.

His grip on your hips tightened instantly, stilling your movements. “Behave,” he said, his voice low, commanding, a warning.

A thrill shot through you at his tone, at the weight of his control, but you weren’t ready to submit just yet. You met his gaze, tilting your head slightly, feigning innocence. “Or what?”

His smirk widened, slow, almost lazy, like he was waiting for you to say that. Like he’d been hoping you would. “Oh, sweetheart…” His fingers dug into your skin, his voice dropping into something deeper, darker, full of promise. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Before you could process, he moved. A sharp gasp left your lips as Sunghoon flipped you onto the mattress in one swift, effortless motion, pinning your body beneath him. His hands were on you immediately—strong, commanding, securing your wrists above your head with ease. His grip was firm, his body caging you in, leaving you completely at his mercy.

Your chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as you stared up at him, wide-eyed, your skin burning everywhere he touched. His gaze was dark, filled with something primal, something almost dangerous. And then he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in the lightest of touches before he bit down on your lower lip, sharp enough to make you whimper.

A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his breath fanning over your lips. “What do you want?” His voice was deep, teasing, dripping with control.

Your body arched instinctively, your thighs squeezing together in desperate search of relief, but you couldn’t move—not with the way he had you pinned so effortlessly beneath him. A whimper escaped you, but no words followed. Sunghoon smirked.

His grip on your wrists shifted, securing them in one hand, while his free hand trailed down your jaw, his fingers gripping your chin with just enough force to make you shiver. He tilted your face up, forcing you to meet his eyes, his thumb brushing slowly over your parted lips.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Your breath hitched, your body writhing under him, and when you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper. “Fuck me, Sunghoon.”

He hummed, tilting his head, pretending to think. “Didn’t quite hear you, baby.” His hips lowered, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, teasing, taunting, making you gasp. Your entire body trembled beneath him, the ache inside you growing unbearable.

A frustrated whine left your lips, your voice turning desperate, pleading. “I want you to fuck me, Sunghoon.”

He let out a dark, satisfied chuckle. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Before you could take another breath, his hand was between your legs, fingers gliding through your wetness, spreading you open. The teasing circles he drew over your clit made your thighs shake, your body twitching at every deliberate, calculated movement.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. His fingers pressed down harder, rubbing slow, languid strokes that sent shocks of pleasure straight to your core. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”

You whimpered, your back arching against his touch. “Don’t tease me, please… I need you.”

Sunghoon smirked against your skin, his lips brushing the spot just beneath your ear before he murmured, “I need to prep you first.” His fingers dipped lower, sliding between your folds, teasing at your entrance. “Don’t want to hurt my pretty girl.” His voice was soft, almost affectionate. He lets go of your wrists, and you hold on to his arms.

His fingers slipped inside you with ease, stretching you open, filling you in a way that had your back arching off the mattress. A choked moan escaped your lips, your fingers curling into the sheets beneath you as Sunghoon worked you open, his movements slow at first—teasing, purposeful.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, watching your face closely, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “So fucking good for me.”

His fingers moved faster, deeper, the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room, only fueling the fire in his darkened gaze. Your thighs trembled, your body tightening around him, the pressure in your stomach coiling impossibly tight. He could feel it—how close you were. And he wanted to push you over that edge.

“Tell me…” His voice was low, almost a growl, as his fingers pumped into you with merciless precision. “Did he treat you nice like this?”

Your mind was hazy, the pleasure consuming you whole. You couldn’t even form words, couldn’t respond—all you could do was moan, your nails digging into his forearm as his pace quickened.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue, shaking his head with mock disapproval. “Can’t answer me?” His free hand came up, gripping your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his. His thumb dragged along your swollen lips, smearing the drool that had gathered there. “You’re so fucking eager, aren’t you? Wanting two cocks at the same time… so greedy.”

His words sent a new wave of heat through your body, shame and arousal intertwining in a way that made you squirm beneath him. “But I’m gonna ruin you for every other man,” he murmured darkly, leaning down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You hear me?”

The coil inside you snapped, your orgasm crashing over you so intensely that you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name, your thighs trembling, your body convulsing beneath him as you unraveled onto his fingers.

Sunghoon groaned, watching you fall apart with hooded eyes, completely mesmerized. Slowly, he pulled his fingers from your soaked heat, bringing them up to his lips before slipping them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, savoring the taste of you.

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire.

You barely had time to recover, your body still trembling in the aftershocks, before he was positioning himself in front of you, his cock in hand, the tip already leaking against your entrance.

He looked at you then—really looked at you. Your eyes were dazed, pupils blown wide, lips parted as you gazed up at him with a look that made his breath hitch.

“Are you okay?” His voice was softer now, a hint of something almost tender behind the rough dominance he exuded. You nodded quickly, biting your lip, anticipation swirling in your stomach as you ached to feel him inside you. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” he murmured, stroking your thigh, his restraint evident in the tension in his muscles.

Sunghoon was big, and the mere thought of him stretching you open made you whimper. You looked up at him with wide, needy eyes, an innocent expression that only fueled the hunger in his gaze. His jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around your thigh.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging the tip of his cock over your clit, rolling it in slow circles, making your body twitch beneath him. “You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?” You could only nod, your breath hitching, your body strung so tight that you thought you might go insane if he didn’t fill you soon.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he murmured, his voice slightly strained, as if he was holding himself back. You nodded again, appreciating the gentleness beneath his roughness, the way he still cared even while acting completely in control.

And then, finally, he pushed in—the thick head of his cock stretching you open, sinking into you inch by inch. Your body clenched around him, the feeling overwhelming, pleasure spreading through you like fire.

Your eyes rolled back, a moan slipping past your lips as you let your head fall completely against the bed, your hands gripping onto his strong biceps, needing something to ground you.

Sunghoon groaned lowly, watching the way your body took him, the way you squeezed around him so perfectly. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his voice strained, his control hanging by a thread. “You feel so fucking tight.”

His grip on your thigh was possessive, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you open inch by inch. The slow, deliberate pace was maddening, the tease unbearable, but he seemed to revel in it—watching the way your body reacted to him, the way your lips parted in breathless moans, the way your fingers clawed at his biceps, desperate for more.

Your forehead pressed against his, both of you breathing heavily, lost in the intoxicating heat of each other’s touch. The room felt electric, the air thick with tension, every sound amplified—the slick slide of him moving inside you, the breathy whimpers escaping your lips, the deep, guttural moans he let out every time your walls clenched around him.

His hold tightened, fingers bruising as he gripped the back of your thigh, spreading you wider for him, as if he wanted to claim every inch of you. His lips ghosted over yours, teasing, never quite kissing you, just breathing you in, his warm breath fanning over your flushed skin.

“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” His voice was a dark whisper against your lips. You could only nod, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. “Say it.” His hips rolled forward, a deep thrust that had your eyes rolling back, your nails scratching down his toned back.

“I—” You gasped, barely able to form words. “I wanted this so bad.”

Sunghoon groaned, his self-control slipping as he pulled back slightly before snapping his hips forward again, burying himself deeper inside you. The stretch burned in the best way possible, a delicious ache that made your head spin. He was so big, filling you to the brim, making you feel completely owned, completely his.

His pace was still torturously slow, but each thrust was deep, deliberate, making you feel every inch of him. He watched your face intently, taking in every reaction, every twitch of your brows, every gasp and moan that tumbled from your lips.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his hand trailing up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat, just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. “So fucking desperate.” You whimpered, your hands flying up to grasp at his wrist, not to pull him away but to hold onto him, to ground yourself in the overwhelming pleasure.

His thumb dragged over your lower lip, pressing against the soft flesh before slipping into your mouth. “Suck.” You obeyed without thinking, lips wrapping around his thumb, tongue swirling over the pad of it as you gazed up at him with glassy eyes. “Fuck,” he muttered, his restraint snapping.

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his lips as he kissed you with a hunger that left you breathless. His pace quickened, hips slamming into yours with a force that made the bed creak beneath you.

The shift in tempo had you gasping, whimpering against his mouth, your legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him in deeper. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the rhythmic, wet sounds of him fucking into you, mixed with your broken moans and his deep, raspy groans.

“You take me so fucking well,” he praised, his lips dragging down your jaw, to the curve of your neck, where he sucked and nipped, leaving his mark. “My good girl. So tight. So perfect.”

Your body arched into him, every nerve ending ignited, your head spinning with pleasure. You could feel it building again—that familiar, fiery coil in your stomach, tightening with every thrust, with every filthy word he whispered into your ear.

“Sunghoon—” You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “I’m—” He groaned, sensing exactly how close you were.

“Not yet,” he growled, pulling out almost completely before slamming back inside you, his pace relentless now, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles that had you trembling. “You’re gonna cum when I say you can, baby.”

You whined, body betraying you, your walls fluttering around him, your muscles locking up as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Hold it.” His voice was dark, commanding, but his own resolve was slipping. He was close too, his thrusts growing erratic, deeper, harder.

You couldn’t. You physically couldn’t. Your body was on fire, your mind blank, pleasure consuming you whole. “Sunghoon, please,” you sobbed, shaking beneath him.

His hand wrapped around your throat again, squeezing just enough to send you spiraling, his voice a breathy groan as he finally gave you permission.

“Cum for me.”

And you did.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, so intense it stole the breath from your lungs, your vision blurring as your body convulsed beneath him. Your walls clenched around him, pulsing, milking him for everything he had.

“Fuck—” Sunghoon groaned, his movements growing sloppy, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep inside you, his own release hitting him like a freight train. His body tensed, his cock throbbing as he spilled inside you, filling you with warmth, his breath ragged against your ear.

The room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing, both of you completely spent, bodies tangled together in the sheets. Sunghoon pressed lazy kisses to your jaw, your collarbone, your lips, his touch softer now, almost gentle.

Your body felt weightless, as if you were floating in the haze of pleasure that still clung to you, leaving you warm and blissfully dazed. Your limbs were heavy, spent, but his touch—gentle, soothing—kept you tethered to reality.

“You okay?” Sunghoon murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion, but still laced with concern. His fingers found your face, brushing away the damp strands of hair sticking to your forehead. His eyes, still dark with the remnants of desire, softened when they met yours.

You nodded weakly, your body still buzzing, your mind slow to catch up. He smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, slow and tender, as if savoring the taste of you, before rolling onto his back and pulling you with him. Your body draped over his chest, his warmth seeping into you, anchoring you in a way that made you want to stay like this forever.

His fingers traced absentminded patterns along the bare skin of your back—slow, lazy circles, up and down your spine, making you shiver despite the heat radiating from his body. His other hand, rough yet careful, brushed over your arm, then your waist, like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you, like he needed to remind himself that you were still there, tangled up with him in the sheets.

A deep sigh left his lips, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you, the rhythm soothing, hypnotic. You pressed your cheek against his heart, listening to the soft thump, feeling the way it still raced slightly, evidence of how much he had wanted you, how much you had affected him.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was full, heavy with unspoken words, but not in a way that begged for answers. It was enough just to be here, wrapped up in each other, breathing the same air, feeling the same warmth.

Then, after a moment, his hand came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair, massaging your scalp in slow, rhythmic motions. A small hum of pleasure escaped you at the comforting sensation, making him chuckle under his breath.

“Feels good?” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. You nodded again, too content to form words.

He shifted slightly, adjusting so that you were more securely nestled against him, his grip tightening as if he were afraid you might slip away. “I like this,” he admitted, voice quieter now, more raw. “Having you like this. Feels… different.”

You lifted your head slightly, just enough to look at him, your fingers trailing over his collarbone, tracing the defined lines of his chest. “Different how?”

His eyes flickered down to you, something unreadable swirling in them. His thumb stroked the curve of your hip, his lips parting slightly before he hesitated. Then, with a quiet sigh, he muttered, “I don’t know. Just… good.”

Your heart clenched at the way he said it—so unguarded, so unlike the teasing, cocky Sunghoon you were used to. This was different. This was intimacy in its purest form, something unspoken lingering between the two of you, too fragile to name, but too strong to ignore. You pushed yourself up slightly, just enough to hover over him, your fingers still lazily tracing along his chest. “You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered. “I get it.”

His gaze searched yours for a moment before he exhaled, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He reached up, brushing his knuckles against your cheek before guiding your lips back down to his. This kiss was different from before—no urgency, no hunger, just something soft, something deeper. He kissed you like he was trying to memorize you, like he wanted to leave a piece of himself behind in every press of his lips against yours.

You melted into him, sighing into the kiss, your hands coming up to frame his face, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you even closer. He kissed you slowly, taking his time, as if you had all the time in the world.

When he finally pulled away, his lips lingered against yours, his breath warm as he murmured, “Next time…” You swallowed, waiting, your body already shivering at the thought of what he might say next. “…I’m not letting you off so easy.” His voice was teasing, but the promise behind it sent a thrill down your spine.

You bit your lip, a lazy smile playing on your lips before leaning in to press a soft kiss against the sharp line of his jaw. “I think I’d like that,” you whispered, the tease in your voice making Sunghoon let out a low, satisfied chuckle.

Without a word, he pulled you in closer, rolling onto his side until your back was flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist with a possessive kind of ease. His hand smoothed over your stomach, fingertips tracing light patterns against your skin, grounding himself in the warmth of you.

He buried his face in your hair, inhaling deeply, and for a second, he just held you there—basking in the way you fit so perfectly against him. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, that he liked having you like this, wrapped up in him, safe in his arms.

But he’d never admit that.

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author's note: SOOOOO.... LMAOOOOO READER IS THIS YOU RN?????

my best friend read this chapter and absolutely lost her mind so i’m taking that as a good sign LMAO also sorry for the length, i know it’s longer than usual but hopefully it’s worth it 👀

this is only the second smut scene i’ve ever written and i can’t believe it actually turned out good??? like hello since when do i have this talent i’m actually shook. anyway, i’m gonna take a little longer than usual to post the next update, so savor this one while you can 😌 BYEEEEE

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[niwaart]

See what I can do.

<Part1> <part2> <part3>

Spoiled idiot Bruce Wayne decided to adopt another child and Jason had only been dead for a few weeks... And what did Y/N do? She burned every Robin suit in the cave except Jason's old one, to remind spoiled idiot Bruce of his mistake.. The new kid only came out as Robin twice.

Y/N stands in the park throwing all of Robin's new outfits into the fire she started. Needless to say, Bruce comes running from work to stop her. Alfred has failed and is getting tired of trying to stop Y/N. No matter how hard they try to stop her from getting in, no matter how hard they try to protect the new suits by locking the doors, putting up new codes, and putting the suits in unbreakable glass, it doesn't stop Y/N.

“Stop!!” Bruce grabbed Y/N’s wrist “That’s enough you crazy girl! You’ve crossed the line!!” Y/N smiled at Bruce’s words, angering him was her goal, and she succeeded. Richard stood silently behind Bruce… Oh yeah, Richard came home after hearing the news of Jason’s death, and decided to train the new kid to be Robin, but first they had to stop Y/N.

"Oh please tell me what are you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? Kick me out of the house? Punish me by not going out? Give me what you have, because I won't stop until you cry more pain and regret than you did over Jason, he died because of you so you have to take responsibility for your actions... so act like an adult and take what comes your way..." Y/N pushed Bruce's hand off her wrist then patted his shoulder and walked back inside the mansion, on her way back she saw the new kid hiding behind one of the walls looking at her angrily with tears of frustration filling his eyes. Y/N simply gave him a wicked smile and continued on her way without any regrets.

The next day, Bruce was standing in front of her room door telling her that he had booked her an appointment with a psychiatrist. Y/N pushed Bruce out of the way and ignored him and went to make breakfast. But Bruce stopped her by grabbing her shoulder. Y/N was about to turn around to break his arm if she hadn't felt a needle prick her neck and everything went blurry and she lost consciousness. This was Bruce's plan with everyone... Richard, Alfred, and the new kid, they all planned this...

As Y/N tried to move and wake up, her headache was severe and the room was spinning in circles. When she tried to move her hand, she found that she was tied to a chair, her hands and feet bound. She tried to speak, but her tongue was still heavy... "I see you're awake, very good. Do you need some time to get your bearings or should we start right away?" Y/N lifted her head up, the voice was familiar... Who else but that doctor who claims to know how to treat mental patients... Leslie the devil... digs lies into people's minds so that they believe her... Pretending to be a victim... But she is a devil in human form. Jason went to her several times, and every time he came back from the sessions, he came back a different person... Someone who wasn't Jason, a stranger, so she forbade Jason from going to her...

Y/N bit her tongue to speak. “I see that spoiled brat had no other solution than to send me to the devil… right?” Leslie’s eyes narrowed at Y/N’s words. “It’s not appropriate to talk about your father that way. Bruce brought you here for your own good, you have anger issues.” Leslie said as she scribbled notes in her notebook. Y/N was silent for a moment before she smiled and said, “Well… show me how you can change for the better… just to let you know before we start that me being here now is going to cause a lot of problems so I hope you enjoy it with me.” Y/N laughed as she relaxed into chair, she couldn’t wait to see Leslie Thompkins fail at her job.

And so three days passed while Leslie kept asking Y/N questions and Y/N answered them with complete honesty.  This surprised Leslie.  “You answer the questions with such confidence.  I thought you would be stubborn and not answer…Are you planning something?”  It was already the fourth day, and Y/N had been in a good mood since she arrived until now.  Y/N laughed at Leslie’s words and said, “I thought you would never ask, and since today is the fourth day I will answer you. Actually, Bruce’s plan to bring me here… I knew about it before he drugged me.”  Leslie was surprised by Y/N’s words but she did not believe her.  “No way-..” Y/N interrupted Leslie and said, “Everything that’s happening now is part of the plan I made. Of course that spoiled brat put up security cameras all over the house, so I took advantage of that to monitor them… I had all the security cameras at my disposal from the beginning, so I knew what you and Bruce planned to do to stop me… Aren’t I a good actress?  Maybe I should get an award… What do you think?”  Y/N smiled mischievously at Leslie who was terrified.  Leslie picked up her phone to call Bruce and confirm the matter, but Bruce wasn’t answering the calls or even the messages.  She tried calling Richard, Alfred and even the new guy, but no one was answering.  Leslie turned to Y/N in fear and found that Y/N had been freed from the handcuffs.  “Leslie Thompkins..It's your end now.”

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[littlelamy]

can you make a series where rafe and reader broke up 3 years ago, but she comes back to Outer Banks only now she has a daughter(who looks just like Rafe) and a husband (Whom she doesn't really love) and rafe still loves her.

notes: part 1; once i have more time ill create a whole masterlist and moodboard 🤍

you should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.

leaving the beach that day, gripping your daughter’s tiny hand like a lifeline, you told yourself it was just a coincidence. a cruel twist of fate. but deep down, you knew better.

rafe cameron never let go of things that belonged to him.

and you? you were his biggest unfinished business.

so when you see him again, it’s not a surprise. but that doesn’t mean you’re ready for it.

it’s late, your daughter is asleep in her room, and the quiet hum of the television does little to calm the storm brewing in your chest. your husband is still at work, leaving you alone with your thoughts—until a knock at the door sends a jolt through your spine.

you freeze, heart hammering.

you don’t have to open it to know who it is.

but you do anyway.

rafe stands there, leaning against the doorframe like he has every right to be here. his hair’s messier than before, shirt slightly wrinkled, like he’s been running his hands through it all night. his eyes flicker past you, scanning the house before landing back on you.

"you weren’t gonna call me, were you?" his voice is low, rough.

"rafe—"

"don’t lie to me." he steps closer, and you instinctively grip the door, as if that’ll keep him out. as if you could ever keep him out. "we need to talk."

"there’s nothing to talk about," you whisper, even though you both know that’s not true.

he scoffs, shaking his head. "you really think you can just pretend I don’t exist? That she doesn’t—"

"don’t." your voice is sharp, cutting through the air between you. you swallow hard, glancing over your shoulder, but your daughter’s still asleep. "please, rafe. not here."

his jaw clenches, and takes a long exhale through his nose. "but we’re not done."

before you can stop him, he steps inside, pushing the door shut behind him. his presence fills the space instantly, suffocating, electrifying. he smells the same—cologne and salt and something distinctly rafe. something that used to make your head spin in the best way. now it just makes you dizzy with memories you’ve spent three years trying to bury.

"so this is your life now?" he murmurs, eyes sweeping over the modest living room, the framed photos of a life he wasn’t part of. "picket fences and a husband who works late?"

your fingers tighten around your arms, nails pressing into your skin. "it’s a good life."

"bullshit." he steps closer, gaze burning into you. "you’re a good liar, but not with me. never with me."

your breath shudders, your resolve cracking. "rafe, please—"

"please what? leave? forget? pretend that kid doesn’t have my eyes?" his voice is bitter, his anger barely restrained. "because i fucking can’t."

you shake your head, but the words won’t come. because what is there to say? he’s right. she does have his eyes. and he was never meant to see her.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair, frustration rolling off him in waves. "i’m not here to ruin your life," he says, quieter now. "but i’m not walking away either. not this time."

your stomach twists. you should fight him on this, tell him to leave, slam the door in his face. but you don’t. because a part of you—the part that still remembers how it felt to love him, to be loved by him—wants to hear what he has to say.

and that scares you more than anything.

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ᥫ᭡ DAMIAN PRIEST dating headcanons ᥫ᭡

♣️ Pairing — Damian Priest ♥︎ f!Reader (no use of y/n) ♣️ Word Count — 1k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Mention of breeding/size kink, dirty talk (18+) ♣️ Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! ♣️ Shoutout — @caramara3 Thanks for this idea and the encouragement! ♣️ MASTERLIST

°˖➴  Damian is a drunk kisser. Wet, smacking. Loud. Devouring. Sometimes too much tongue, but easily remedied by a playful bite to the tip. Deep, feral moans. Pausing only to watch your lips swell with each nip of his teeth.

°˖➴  Damian always drops a heavy, possessive, tattooed, muscular arm around your shoulders. He knows you like the weight. The blatant display of ownership. A constant. Summer heat, sweat, anger, fatigue. Always.

°˖➴  Damian outed your relationship without asking. On the red carpet of a movie premiere, no less. Maybe it wasn’t an accident that you’d run into him at that specific moment. You know, the one where he pulled you to him for a photo opportunity, only to wrap his arm around you, dip you, the slit in your dress opening so your bare leg could wrap around his waist, and you would never deny him a kiss, but then after the kiss, how could you be angry with him for not asking? Flashbulbs. But his smile was brighter.

°˖➴  Damian is a grab-ass. If he’s not staring at your ass, he’s got it in at least one of his hands. And if he can’t do either of those, he’s looking at pictures of you on his phone. Sleeping in just your panties, one leg bent on the mattress. Gratuitous, zoomed in bathing suit shots. And of course the all-nude ones—some you know about, some you don’t. Spanking has become his very favorite hobby. The way your cheeks jiggle, the rising heat from your angry skin. The fucking sound.

°˖➴  Damian’s family is loud, and big, and just as protective over him as he is over you. But when you middle-name him. Loudly. In front of everyone. For taking the last piece of his mother’s delicious dessert without even offering it to you. You are instantly accepted as one of their own.

°˖➴  Damian took notes in the beginning. When you told him your favorite color, he opened the Notes app on his phone and typed it in. Same with your favorite movies, music, clothing brands, makeup products. And if you ever mention the words bucket list, he adds that to a special list he plans on helping you to complete. He no longer needs the favorites list, but he can’t bring himself to delete it.

°˖➴  Damian prefers it when you do his hair. Whether it’s simply brushing it and applying leave-in conditioner. Or pulling it into a sleek ponytail. He lets you flat iron it, even though it’s not his favorite, but he knows it’s yours. He likes it when you tie in his braids before a show, watching you in the mirror as you giggle with nearby talent, hardly needing to look to make them perfect. Your touch gentle, precise, confident.

°˖➴  Damian feels honored when you ask him to teach you Spanish. You’re his apt pupil, soaking up every lesson, the perfect student. Especially during tests. Every right answer resulted in the removal of an article of clothing. You became a fast learner indeed for Professor Priest, fluent in less than a year.

°˖➴  Damian has a size kink. The top of your head barely reaches his pecs, and you fit like a puzzle piece under his arm. Looking at pictures of the two of you standing together makes his cock twitch. He knows he’s capable of breaking you when he’s pounding away between your spread legs, and that thought’s made him cum on more than one occasion. People stare at the two of you when you’re out for your nightly walks around the neighborhood, and one time you heard a woman whisper to her husband do you think she needs help? 

°˖➴  Damian winks at the camera whenever he feels the need to tell you he loves you. It doesn’t happen during every match, sometimes it happens more than once. It’s a peculiar sensation that washes over him, a sudden urge to confess his love to the woman of his dreams. And there are times he does it during interviews or promos. Same thing, same sensation. He doesn’t know if you see all of them. Doesn’t even really care.

°˖➴  Damian has night terrors. After nearly drowning as a child, he’s been plagued by nightmares he doesn’t remember. Waking up in the middle of the night screaming, thrashing, sweating. His pupils even dilate sometimes. And every bit of it petrifies you, but you stay beside him. You protect him from harming himself on nearby furniture. You whisper in his ear as he squirms how much you love him, you’re here, you’re not going anywhere, he’s safe. He doesn’t remember any of it. Ever. Just falls back asleep in your arms, and you cuddle up next to him, wishing you could take it all away.

°˖➴  Damian has a breeding kink. His favorite is when you tell him not to cum inside you because you forgot to take your birth control. All part of your many role playing scenes. But the both of you get so into it, sometimes he has to hold your arms down to keep from fighting him. And sometimes you beg him with terrified eyes to please pull out. And he tells you it’s okay, angelita, you’re gonna be so fucking pretty pregnant with my baby. Everybody’s gonna know how good you take my cum.

°˖➴  Damian loves taking selfies. When you’re at a concert, backstage at a show, on a plane, on the beach. If you’re not under his arm, you’re kissing his cheek, or he’s kissing your temple, or your lips are connected. Never any space between you.

°˖➴  Damian is a blanket stealer. He’s large, a lot of area to cover, so you couldn’t be upset when you woke up shivering in the middle of the night. Though that never stopped you from slapping him awake and yanking the covers over yourself. This was an every night occurrence until you purchased separate blankets. And the first night with the separate blankets? Yours ended up on the floor and you’d cuddled under Damian’s blanket and around Damian’s body, neither of you thieving a blanket ever again.

Part II coming soon!

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Imagine being Yandere!Dick Grayson’s pretty little wife…

Yandere!Dick Grayson who meets his darling while leaving his apartment in Blüdhaven to run some errands, she lives in the building next door and was leaving herself to go to work.

Yandere!Dick Grayson whose darling runs right into him, spilling her coffee all over the both of them because she was distracted. She feels horrible and starts sputtering out apologies but he is to distracted to hear a word she is saying, he was absolutely beautiful, unrequited love at first sight.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who sits by the window of his apartment that faces her apartment that is across the small alleyway between them. He sees her come home from work, absolutely exhausted and crashing out almost immediately after she closed the door, she didn’t even make it to bed or make dinner for herself, falling asleep on her couch.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who watches her every night before he goes off on patrol, half the time she sleeps on her couch and the other half of the time she goes to bed without dinner and that just won’t do. When he is about to leave on patrol, he goes over to her apartment first, breaking in as Nightwing, changing her into her pajamas, and tucking her into bed when she falls asleep on the couch and she looks so adorable all curled up like a baby.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who runs into her while walking Haley and inviting her out to dinner since Haley seems to like her and he knows a dog friendly restaurant just a block away. He is absolutely buzzing with excitement when she accepts because he is starting to get tired of sneaking into her apartment when she didn’t eat and trying to get her to drink soup or a smoothie in her sleep.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who just happens to run into her over and over again, walks with Haley, stopping in at the restaurant she works at as a waitress and getting seated in her section, or just happening to be driving by when she is walking home from her university night classes and he offers to drive her back to her apartment.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who finally asks his darling out when they end up on their accidental walks together and she accepts, so he doesn’t have to sneak into her apartment to take care of her, he’ll have a meal in tupperware waiting on her kitchen counter when she comes home with a cute little note on it and then he’ll call her when she is about to fall asleep and talk to her about her day and just happen to remind her to fall asleep in her bed since the couch is bad for her back.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who tells her that he is Nightwing after a year of dating, and that is fine until she practically becomes the Lois Lane of Blüdhaven with Nightwing swinging down and sweeping his darling off of her feet when she was almost mugged or Nightwing knocking on her apartment window for everyone on the street to see, or Nightwing seeing her during a fight and he smiled and waved at her.

Yandere!Dick Grayson whose darling can’t break up with him because she needs him to protect her because now she has a target on her back because of the amount of times she has been seen with the original Boy Wonder. Though she is tired of her life being at risk of being killed when she is just trying to get by at her crappy job and get her university degree, but Dick has a solution…

Yandere!Dick Grayson who helps his darling move into his apartment with him, and by help I mean he carries everything inside by himself and then when his darling asks what she can do he asks if she could make lunch so they can eat when he is done.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who sits down with his darling after one time where she nearly got shot at work and asks her to quit, it’s too dangerous and he can’t bare the thought of potentially loosing her.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who slowly shuts down his darling’s social life, pulling her out of in person classes and making her do school online, locking the front door of his apartment and not leaving her a key so she can’t get out…

Yandere!Dick Grayson who finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom trash when he is about to get ready in the morning. Haley was acting off the last week or two, always near his darling and her head on her tummy, and now he knows why, his darling is pregnant.

Yandere!Dick Grayson confronts his darling about it, still acting all happy about it and…

“I get it baby, you wanted to surprise me and-“

“Dick, I can’t go through with this pregnancy.”

Yandere!Dick Grayson who completely shatters when she says that, especially when she tells him that she thinks she wants to break up with him.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who ties up his darling while she is asleep that night and gags her, before moving her into the closet where he set up a little room for her until he can figure out a long term solution because anyone could hear her scream here and the apartment is no where big enough for a baby.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who starts conditioning his darling once she realizes there is no way out of this. She gets to watch a movie if she sits by Dick while he makes dinner or she gets to go on a walk with Dick and Haley if she lets him pick out her outfit, soon all her life is a series of ultimatums.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who gets his darling stuck with a ring on her finger and pregnant with his child.

Yandere!Dick Grayson who knows animals can sense people’s emotions, so whenever his darling is sitting on the couch, Haley is sitting next to her, her head resting on her lap, both of them are sad.

[wbbpls]

My Girl

Hi! I’m totally new to this, so I’m sorry if this is all over the place. lmk if you guys like it!

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After a tough win, the team gathered in Paige’s room since she is hosting the party. Paige is talking to Ice and KK in the kitchen when Azzi walked in. Azzi is her best friend, who might also be the love of her life. Not that Azzi needs to know that. Of course she’s stunning, even in a crop top and jean shorts. The past few months they’ve been crossing the appropriate lines for friendship with lingering touches and flirty banter.

Across the room, some guy was standing way too close to Azzi. Her Azzi. Paige knows Azzi isn’t hers, but it kills her to think of Azzi with anyone else. That guy keeps leaningt in closer and closer to Azzi. Paige tried to look anywhere else, but her eyes had a mind of their own, and Azzi felt those piercing blue eyes burning into her. When Azzi looked over at Paige, she saw something in her eyes she’d never seen before.

When he put his arm on her waist, Azzi stepped backward uncomfortably. Something took over Paige’s body, and suddenly, she was next to Azzi. Her long arms slid around Azzi’s waist, pulling her in and away from that guy. “Hey Az, sorry I took so long. Here’s your drink.”

Azzi leaned into Paige’s soft yet possessive touch. “That’s okay, I was just talking to, uh, Jake, right?”

Barely acknowledging Paige, he responds, “Yeah, so how about that dance?” Is this Jake guy serious? Paige literally has her arm wrapped around Azzi and she wasn’t even sure of his name. Azzi’s whole body stiffened as she leaned further into Paige. “I’m just gonna hang out with my team, but thanks.” He didn’t seem to care. “Aw c’mon Azzi, I’ll show you a good time.”

“She’s good.”

“I didn’t realize I needed to talk to security first. If you didn’t notice, I was talking to Azzi.”

Paige stepped in front of Azzi, making sure he couldn’t touch her. “If you didn’t notice, Azzi said no. So back the fuck off my girl and get out of my apartment.” It just slipped out, but god, Paige wishes she could call Azzi her girl every day.

“Her girl? You for real, Azzi?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend, so maybe give it up and leave us alone.” Speechless, Jake left quickly to avoid further embarrassment.

“Your girl, huh?” Azzi says as her hands rub up Paige’s biceps.

Paige wrapped her arms entirely around Azzi’s waist as if she’d done it every day of her life. Thankfully, the lights are low, hopefully blocking her blush. “Well, hopefully not his girl.”

“Yeah, definitely not looking to be his girl.”

“You lookin to be someone’s girl?” Paige’s eyes drifted down to Azzi’s lips, moving her hand to rest on her lower back. Azzi bites her lip, “Hm, no longer looking, just waiting for her to get it together.” Paige suddenly couldn’t breathe. Does that mean what she thinks it means? They always avoid these conversations, but the liquid courage is pushing boundaries. Paige can’t say that she’s in love with her. She can’t ruin their friendship and everything they’ve built, but she can’t stop touching Azzi either. “Uh, do you want to go dance?”

“Yeah, P, let’s go dance.” Azzi drops her hands down to Paige’s, and Paige starts to think maybe Azzi doesn’t want to stop touching either. The music feels like an excuse to be way closer than friends should, but it all happens so naturally. When Azzi starts to move her hips into Paige slowly, her breath hitches, and she grabs Azzi even tighter. Paige knows there’s no way they can use being best friends as an excuse anymore. She knows their teammates will tease her about this tomorrow, but it doesn’t matter because she has Azzi in her arms. As the beat speeds up, so do their hips as they grind into each other. A soft whimper leaves Azzi's mouth and Paige can’t help herself, “Fuck Az you’re so hot”

They are now face to face, their lips just an inch apart, and Azzi’s hands are in blonde strands. With a mischievous smirk, Azzi says “Yeah? You think so?”

“You have no idea.”

“Then show me.” Paige has never moved so fast in her life. She drags Azzi through the crowd and to her room. Slamming the door shut, Paige shoves Azzi against the wall with one hand on her waist and the other leaning above her head. “Say it again.”

Looking up at Paige with hooded eyes, Azzi practically whispers to Paige, “Show me.”

Paige leans in, their lips brushing, but not fully touching. “You sure, Az?” There’s no going back after this and Paige is praying they never have to.

“Paige, please. I want to be yours.” Something broke inside Paige, and she kissed her like her life depended on it. She’s dreamed of kissing her a million times over, but this kiss is better than she could have ever imagined. Azzi slightly opened her lips, inviting Paige’s tongue. Their kiss progressively got more passionate. Paige began to kiss down Azzi’s cheek to her neck, sucking and biting just to get Azzi to whimper.

“You wanna be mine, huh?” Paige chuckles and says possesivley as she leaves marks down her neck. Letting out a moan at the words, Azzi grips at the hair on the back of Paige’s neck, “Yes, fuck, P, you feel so good.” Paige slips one of her legs between Azzi’s and moves her hand just under Azzi’s breast. “Tell me what you want.”

Pulling Paige’s head back up to her face, Azzi breathes heavily, “I want to be yours, Paige.” Staring into her eyes, Paige finally says it. “You’re mine, Azzi.” Paige pulls at the back of Azzi’s legs, hinting for her to jump into Paige’s arms. Paige picks Azzi up and shoves her hard against the wall, kissing her even harder. Azzi leans her head back, “Mmh, I want you so bad.” Paige takes this as an opportunity to suck at her neck and grind into her hard. The moan that they both release is borderline embarrassing. Their lips reconnect, and Paige walks them over to her bed. “Fuck Az, you look so good,” she says as she straddles Azzi.

They both start pulling off each other’s clothes and grinding into each other. Paige’s hands are hovering dangerously above Azzi’s jean shorts. “Can I?” Azzi nods her head and pushes Paige’s hand down further. Paige fumbles with the button to her jeans as she kisses down her chest. She slips a finger down to rub at her clit. “Fuck, baby please.”

Paige isn’t sure if it’s the term of endearment or the begging, but she knows she’ll do anything Azzi wants. “Tell me who you belong to.” Paige slips two fingers deep into Azzi.

Azzi is a whimpering mess, with her eyes shut, gripping onto the sheets. Paige loves that she can’t speak, but she needs to hear Azzi say it. “Tell me, mama. Who do you belong to?”

“Yours, I’m yours, Paige, fuck!” Azzi yells out as Paige thrusts deeper into her.

“You’re so fuckin sexy, ma. You’re all mine.” Paige can feel Azzi getting tighter. “Your pussy that wet for me, baby?”

Azzi’s eyes are rolling into the back of her head as she grips onto Paige’s shoulder like her life depends on it. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

Paige laughs at the idea, like she’d ever stop. “C’mon Az, when have I ever done you like that.“

“Paige I love you but shut up and fuck me” Azzi says breathlessly. Did she mean that or was it just in the moment of a fucked out haze? Paige slowed for a moment but knew she couldn’t stop now. She started to rub Azzi’s clit until her legs were shaking. Azzi came screaming her name as Paige continued to finger her guiding her off her high. Out of breathe, Azzi pushed Paige’s fingers away and pulled her up. Paige is trying to act normal about all of this, but Azzi just said she loved her.

Azzi must have noticed Paige’s hesitation, “What’s wrong, P?”

“You love me?” Even to Paige’s ears she could hear the insecurity. Azzi’s face softened as she rubbed across Paige’s jaw. “Of course I love you. I always have. I just have been too scared to push things and risk losing you.”

Paige starts laughing leaving Azzi confused. “Uh, what’s so funny about that?”

“Baby, I’m so fuckin in love with you and we are so dumb.” Azzi smiles, showing those beautiful dimples. “I guess we deserve each other, hm? Maybe now I can return the favor and show you how much I love you.”

Paige can’t believe this is real. Azzi is her girl.

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

Adding more onto this chain with a few book spoilers but only the kind that improve the recommendation. And tbh wot is complex enough that spoilers absolutely do not ruin the narrative, they enhance it. It’s better and better on every reread when you can pick up the foreshadowing.

If you like BBC Merlin, you should watch Wheel of Time.

See above: hot villainous lady mages

codependent sworn fealty relationships between mages and knights

Magic systems where the main characters who are magic users are basically demigods able to exercise some insane cosmic powers over the fabric of spacetime

arthuriana stuff. Theres two different Arthur characters and like 3/4 Merlin characters and this is very vague book spoilers that have already been hinted at in the show but one of the Merlin characters is also the Guinevere character and they’re great dramatic and political foils

homoerotic bromances #cauthorcanonwhen

Protagonists hounded by prophecy

Magic battles. Oh my god. Just trust me on this, prime released a preview scene from season three, the magic fight scenes pop the fuck off in season three.

And also as as @twicetolivetwicetodie pointed out previously, if you like Critical Role or dnd in general you should watch the wheel of time.

The main ensemble are basically a chaotic dnd party prone to engaging in absurd near-slapstick comedy shenanigans in a magical post apocalyptic feudal fantasy setting whose job it is to save the world at the Last Battle between the forces of the Light and the Shadow. The first book is basically a lord of the rings fellowship fanfiction. Here’s the main party rundown.

Rand: what if a paladin was also a level 20 mage with no control by birthright? And also his innate magic is slowly driving him insane because of a magical cataclysm 3000 years ago. And he’s King Arthur and a Christ figure and the reincarnation of magical Eve (see magic cataclysm 3000 years ago)

Nynaeve: this healer can will and probably already has kicked your ass. Incredibly stubborn, mad as hell, usually right.

Egwene: wizard and also resident badass. Has killed before, will kill again. Egwene has done nothing wrong ever in her entire life.

Elayne: this future monarch is an artificer!

All four of the above are so innately magical that they’re basically walking nukes. The magic users in wot are elemental benders who are channeling the fundamental power that creates the fabric of reality, the woven pattern of an age threaded with the lives of individuals. And it both feels wonderfully addictively good to channel, and if you channel too much of the One Power you die!

Lan: uncrowned king of a lost kingdom who already maxed out fighter levels and keeps on taking more levels in adjacent classes

Mat: what if a rogue had world breaking levels of luck and the memories of dead generals in his head. Token funnyguy.

Perrin: this blacksmith can talk to wolves (it gives him magic dream powers)

Moiraine: this magical mentor/gandalf figure is a Demi-immortal spymaster milf. And she’s in a secret lesbian marriage with the wizard pope.

Do you like the lord of the rings? You should watch the wheel of time.

Do you like arthuriana? You should watch the wheel of time.

Do you like the locked tomb? You should watch the wheel of time.

Do you like dune? You should watch the wheel of time.

Do you like GOT/HOTD? You should watch the wheel of time.

Do you like the expanse? You should watch the wheel of time.

Do you like complex science fantasy worldbuilding, showstopping villains, weird cultural mishmash religious allegories, codependent knight/mage relationships, geopolitical dramas, homoeroticism, polyamory, and again I can never stress this one enough, femdom stuff?

You guessed it!

You should watch The Wheel Of Time!!!!

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

Dream (Dean Winchester x female reader)

You love Dean when he’s awake, but there’s just something about him when he’s sleeping.

Read it on AO3

My 2024 Kinktober series

Rated E. 1.2k words. Consensual somnophilia. Sleeping Dean. That's it, really.

You agreed on this a long time ago, but it still feels illicit every time you do it.

The case done, you catch up with some old girlfriends from college who live close by. They think you’re a traveling saleswoman, maybe part of a pyramid scheme, but the small lie doesn’t hinder the fun you have. While you dress up before the evening, tight jeans, breasts pushed up, Dean watches you intently.

“You’re gonna have a hard time keeping the local Neanderthals off you,” he says and you grin while you apply lipstick in the mirror.

“I have my ways,” you say, smacking your lips together, then looking at Dean in the reflection. He chuckles a little, but his look tells you he would prefer to bend you over something right now to you going out. Too bad your hair is already done, or you might let him. Later.

You get up, grab your bag, run a hand through your hair and Dean walks up to you. One arm goes around you and he looks at you like you’re a snack he can’t wait to get between his teeth.

“Have fun now,” he says and then inclines his head. “Just not too much fun.” You wink at him, give him a small kiss, then run your thumb over his lips to wipe off the lipstick there.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be,” you say and look into his eyes. “I’ll try not to wake you.” You see the second Dean registers what you say. He nods slowly, a smile playing on his lips.

The evening is full of drinks that are too sugary and that perfect mix of scandalous gossiping and soul-searching deep talk. You show the girls a picture of Dean and one of them, your former roommate, shakes her head.

“I would buy five of him, even if he wasn’t on sale,” she says, clicking her tongue. You grin.

“Believe me,” you say, taking a sip from your drink and playfully running your tongue over the top of your straw. “You don’t need five of him. One does everything you need him to.” The other women squeal and then suddenly you’re dancing, hugging each other, and there’s one or two Neanderthals but you couldn’t care less about them.

 It’s extra hard being quiet when you come back to the motel, because you’re a little tipsy. You unlock the door, sneak in. Bag goes on the floor, shoes are carefully kicked off. Then you look up.

Your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness but you can see Dean’s shape in the bed, sheets tangled between his legs. You bite your lip. Your jacket goes too and then you are crawling onto the bed, trying to move as carefully as possible.

That was one big challenge when this all started – Dean has the instincts of a hawk, so one worry was if he would actually stay asleep long enough for it to work. You got lucky, though. Apparently, your sounds and actions don’t register to his subconscious brain as threatening.

You just look down at him for a second. God, he’s beautiful, especially like this. Puffy lips slightly parted, long lashes resting on his skin. Unguarded, like he’s a living thing that could actually get hurt and not the god of war that appears once daylight breaks. It makes love and a good host of arousal run through you.

Then you extend your hand, and with the gentlest of touches, lay it on his crotch, over the boxershorts he wears to sleep. Small circles, that’s how you start.

Dean’s responsive as all hell. It’s one of the things you always liked about him. How all you need to do is to bend over, pretend to pick something up, look back at him and he’s ready to go.

It’s the same now, and after only a few seconds, you can start to feel him respond, his cock slowly hardening, growing, until it strains in his shorts. Your other hand pulls the waistband down slowly while you reach in and take him out. Perfection, you think as you lean forward on your elbows, and start licking at him. Curved and with soft skin and a pink head.

You nibble at that head now, spreading a little bit of saliva on it. Dean, all of Dean, twitches in his sleep, and you wonder what he’s dreaming. Wonder if maybe you can turn one of his frequent nightmares into a good dream.

You hear the side of his face hit the pillow when you take him deep for the first time. He tastes salty and slightly musky, and you would like to bottle him up if you could. You bob your head up and down, slowly, but go deep each time, the head of Dean’s cock tickling the back of your throat. You actually close your eyes at the feeling of him, because you are just that much of a lost cause.

He’s making some wonderful noises in his sleep so you speed up, letting more spit collect in your mouth to ease the passage. The sounds your mouth makes make you clench and for a moment you think to stop, to instead get naked and ride Dean. But you don’t want to stop, and you can be patient.

Dean whimpers a little, a light sound deep in his throat that he wouldn’t be caught dead making during his waking hours, and it’s enough to make your eyes flutter open, because you know what will happen next. You live for this part. You keep going, and soon you can feel the twitch that’s telling you he’s about to come.

Without moving your mouth off him or stopping your movement, you bring your hand to Dean’s arm, gently scratch your nails along the skin there.

The feeling along with the budding orgasm help bring him into wakefulness just as you feel his balls tighten. It’s not easy from the position you’re in but you just manage to look up at him.

You know Dean’s awake though when he twists his hands into the sheets, desperately fumbling for anything to hold on to, his hips bucking up and you make eye contact just before he shoots down your throat.

Beautiful, desperate whines leave him as his stomach muscles contract, sounds he would be much too controlled to make otherwise. You wish you could drink them down along with his come, you catch yourself thinking, and nearly roll your eyes at yourself.

You finally move off him, hand lazily pumping him a few more times while Dean catches his breath. His chest is rising and falling, and he looks so perfectly broken that you want to touch yourself just to how he looks right now. Guard down, spent, no pretense. Just the perfection that is him.

You wipe your hand across your mouth, then crawl up to him and snuggle against his side. His hand pats your arm, uncoordinated.

“Fuck,” he says and you grin. You bury your face against his neck and settle down to wait.

Dean is extra generous on nights like this. He’ll take care of you, filthily and thoroughly, in a little bit. But just now, this is all you want, all you need. To know that Dean has let go, and that you were the cause of it.

You grin to yourself. It’s gonna be a long night.

[quokkaholic]

Babysitting skz hyung line

Warnings/ tags: headcannons/drabbles, pure fluff, babies, toddlers. Not edited

Synopsis: You are an uncle/aunt and the members of skz accompany you babysitting. Some are babysitting a 10-12 month old boy and the others, a 2-3 year old girl (indicated in the subheaders by b or g). Most of the hyung line are written babysitting the niece. 

y/a,u/n= your aunt/uncle name

y/n/n= your niece’s or nephew’s name

A.n: I don’t think any member of skz has an aversion towards kids, but I think some like kids more than others and are therefore more accustomed to caring for them. 

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Bang Chan (g)

There is no escaping Chan’s fatherly nature; he would be so unbelievably good at babysitting. You’d try to take the lead when watching your niece and shoulder all the hard parts, but his caring soul and love for you (and her) would override his desire to relax. 

Nap time is always the hardest time of day, even harder than actual bed time. Tears start streaming down your niece's face as soon as you turn the light to her room off; she knows what's coming. Her cries quickly become sobs as you ask her to pick out a book for you to read to her. You instructed Chan to wait in the living room, as you knew this wouldn't be particularly pleasant. Your niece has unmatched fomo causing her to bawl everyday at nap time no matter how much you reassure her that it is okay to rest, that you will be there when she wakes, but the added excitement of having her favorite uncle there makes her even more reluctant to lay down. If only you could just get her to calm down; you know as soon as her little head hit the pillow, she would be out like a light. Her chest heaving as she shouts out shaky wails. No matter how often you watch her, it never gets easier for either of you.

Starting to feel overwhelmed, you take a break from trying to coax her into bed with stories and back rubs, you even tried her favorite music box. Head falling into your hands, you rest your elbows on your knees. You try to calm your own mind, but it's near impossible with her repetitive screams. At the sound of the door opening, your gaze flies to the exit. If she leaves the room, you’ll never get her down. Instead of seeing her small hands grasping at the knob, your misty eyes lock with the concerned face of Chan. Your niece’s screams only get louder, now incorporating her nickname for Chan between sobs. He slowly walks in and takes a seat next to you before tightly wrapping his arms around your shoulders and giving a squeeze as he gives a comforting, prolonged kiss to your temple. Upon letting go of you he opens his arms in invitation to the little one, she immediately obliges, waddling into his chest, letting out shaking breaths as her crying begins to cease. His ability to console is truly other worldly as he coos at her,

“Hey it's okay. We will miss you while you nap, but we are here to hangout with you all day okay? How about we have your y/a,u/n hold you while I sing to you, yeah? That sounds nice, right? They seem sad too. Will you help me make them feel better?” he persuades her while passing her small frame into your lap. At his request, her tiny arms reach up to wrap around your neck, smooshing her damp cheek to yours. She doesn’t even make it through the first song before her soft snores are mixing with Chan’s sweet lullaby. You are able to give him a grateful look before you to partake in a blissful nap. 

Lee know (g)

I don’t see Lee know as being super interested in just any kid, especially before they can talk, but once he gets to know them, he would cherish the time he got to spend with them. He especially likes playing pretend with your niece and attempting to teach her different skills.

Lee know is surprisingly good with your niece, so good in fact, you worry that she likes him more than you despite only seeing him less than a handful of times a year. She always clings to him so tightly, wanting every ounce of his attention. You can’t fault her; you feel the same way. When you walk through the front door, her face alights and she runs to cling onto his legs. Lee know will act like he doesn't like the attention, like her affection for him doesn’t melt his heart, but it so obviously does. A sweet grin pinching at his cheeks as he drags her back to her bedroom to play. 

You take time to say bye to your sibling before heading to the bedroom to join them, but as you approach, you hear bickering. Pulling the door open, you see Lee know on his knees beside your niece at her play kitchen, a tiny spoon in one hand stirring a pot “cooking” on the stove and blocking the opening of the pot with the other, rejecting the plastic ingredients your niece is attempting to throw in.

“I'm making soup, y/n/n! You don't put grapes in soup!” He gripes at her, matching her childish energy.

“Stop,” she whines drawing out the vowel,

“It’s good! It goes in it!” She is starting to get flustered, but Lee know won’t relent on his teaching, attempting to instill his chef skills as well as some emotional regulation in her.

“You don’t put fruit in kimchi jjigae, that would be crazy! Are you crazy?” He finally moves his hand from covering the pot to tickle her sides, defusing her oncoming tantrum without folding to her silly request. You can foresee the argument continuing when she regains her wits after her giggle fit ends, as her stubbornness can only be rivaled by his, so you suggest an alternative,

“How about we have Minho cook us some lunch, and we can help with the kiddy knife set he bought you?” Both of their faces light up at the idea. 

Changbin (b)

I think Changbin would be absolutely giddy around your baby nephew, thinking everything he did was hilarious. I think Bin would be obsessed with making him laugh just so he could laugh too.

You buckled your nephew into his highchair as Changbin warmed up the leftover spaghetti you guys were instructed to feed him; when you heard the choice in food, you thought it was a joke, but your sibling assured you that it was, in fact, not. Having half a mind that they left you such a messy meal on purpose, you preemptively removed your nephew’s clothes, as you knew the boys were about to make a disaster. Changbin offered to be the one to feed him. He could’ve been being considerate of you, but it's more likely that he just wanted to spend more time with the little one. 

He places the bowl in front of your nephew, theatrically moving the loaded spoon around chuckling as the boy’s eyes follow it through the air. The boys pass laughs back and forth as Binnie puts on a show for him and he squeals in delight, slapping the table. One slap goes a bit awry and hits the edge of the bowl sending pasta all over the highchair tray and into your nephew's lap, causing the room to burst into a giggle fest. You guys opt for allowing him to practice feeding himself with the spilled noodles, making an even bigger mess of his face and torso, as you and Changbin clean up the floor and nearby wall. 

You ask Bin to give your nephew a quick bath before his nap while you did some dishes and started preparing lunch for you two. He seemed a bit nervous at first, but after some encouraging words and a kiss from you, he was instilled with confidence. You don’t get far in cooking before their mixed laughter draws you from the kitchen to the doorway of the bathroom to find Binnie playing peekaboo with the washcloth and ringing a few drops of water on the baby's head after each surprise. You decided that lunch could wait; watching this was way more important.

Hyunjin (g)

I think Hyunjin would’ve been very worried about watching your niece for the first time, worried that he’d say or do something wrong or that would upset her. But, the moment they met, they became sassy best friends. 

The three of you sat at your niece's play table. The height and size of the chair causing both yours and Hyunjin’s knees to almost be tucked to your chests as you colored and drew using her vast array of art supplies. You’ve been working on sharing with her, but she only sees it as people should share with her and not the other way around. Hyunjin gives in to her every request, handing every crayon, marker, and pencil over to her greedy little hands even though she really only wants them because he is using them. You tried to stop him, but he’s too soft, especially when it comes to her, and she knows exactly how to flash the sweet eyes and melt his already squishy heart.

After finishing your drawing, you scan over the works of the other two artists. Hyunjin’s flowers are unsurprisingly stunning. You shower him with praise, commenting on how it looks cohesive despite only being able to use each color once, causing him to chuckle. Your niece joins in on the compliments copying some of your words, but for own work. Hyunjin hypes up her art heavily despite it just being an abstract jumble of scribbles, trying to be supportive. You decide to add,

“Wow y/n/n, so pretty! Is that a flower like Hyune drew?” you ask, trying to encourage her creativity. She only shoots you a judging, sideward glance that looks all too familiar, before responding with a flippant refusal of your guess. Hyunjin chimes in with a click of his tongue before mocking you in voice dripping in playful condescension,

“It's obviously a surrealist landscape,” dramatically rolling his eyes before continuing to add finishing touches to his piece.

“Obviously, y/a,u/n,” your niece parrots back to you, mimicking Hyunjin’s brazen tone perfectly without even looking up from her paper. 

“Babe, you are such a bad influence,” you reprimand him trying to hold in your laughter as to not encourage her insolent behavior. 

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maknae line coming soon

A.n pt.2: thanks for reading :) Sorry Chan's doesn't have a representative photo. I didn't want a photo of a random crying child. Didn't fit vibe

Pic creds: x x x

-mo💜

Masterlist

[gojoest]

satoru stands in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed, watching his wife and his daughter have a little mother-daughter moment, pretending to have a teatime party with empty cups placed on the table while chattering excitedly about something. it always made him warm on the inside to see both of his girls together, he could just stand there quietly and watch you for hours.

but soon, his peace was disrupted by a declaration coming from his daughter.

“i’ll marry someone like papa one day!”, she says with her small voice.

you remain silent, eyes flicking to your husband with a quiet smile. he was frozen, staring at his daughter like she had just announced she was leaving for college.

“did you hear that?”, satoru asks, his voice unusually tight. “she’s going to marry someone like me”

you let out a soft laugh, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. “it’s a good thing, satoru. she wants someone who will love her as deeply as you love me”

“but she’s my little girl!”, brows furrowed, he retorts. “who could be good enough for her? no one could be”, he shakes his head.

“you’re being silly”, you chuckle, rubbing his back to calm your husband down. “she’s just talking about love. you’re unwillingly setting a pretty high bar, every day. kids catch on pretty quickly on those things”, you smile softly. “i think she really admires you”

satoru sighs dramatically, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you. your back pressed against his chest, his chin rested on your head as you both watch your daughter, your sweet little princess. “i’m not ready to share her”, he drags out another sigh. “she’s going to grow up and someone else is going to be all i love you and i’ll protect you — that’s my job, you know?“

“your job is to show her what real love looks like, and you’re already doing a great job. i know it’s because of you, that when the time comes, she will choose someone who will treat her just as well as her father treats her mother”

“you think so?”

“i know so, baby”

he hums, his gaze now softening. “but still… nobody touches her”

“yes, yes”, you laugh.

and as if on cue, your daughter looks at you both and says “i’ll only marry someone like papa, but papa will always be my first love”

needless to say, satoru’s chest puffs with pride at his little one’s words. he couldn’t even pretend to be tough right now — he was melting. he didn’t know what the future held, but he’d always protect his little girl with everything he got.

“good”, satoru replies. “you keep that in mind when you get older”

you let out a snort, followed by a barely audible “you’re impossible” which goes unheard by your husband.

he was way too busy savoring the moment with his little daughter as best as he could while he could still freely carry her around in his arms without getting hit with a river of complaints that he’s embarrassing her.

it’s true, he might’ve set the bar impossibly high when it comes to love, but that was exactly what his daughter deserved.

satoru’s baby daughter saying “i’ll marry someone like papa one day” because she basically grows up witnessing on the daily just how completely smitten and devoted his father is to her mother. satoru, although not on purpose, had set an incredibly high standard for his daughter when it comes to love, and she will never settle for anything less

[ryuucam]

Hii im the person w the previous Mizuki ask, im not rlly good at asks but could I request Mizuki + hot spring sex and praise? Im seriously obsessed with her

PERFECT STRANGER

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ it’s scientifically proven that regular hot springs visit can make your body healthier - the benefits seemingly increase when the main shareholder for the bath house you visit the most keeps you company.

tw implied ill reader (projecting much..) even if nothing is specified, sickly sex hear me out… dubcon-ish, first meeting hook ups, porn WITH plot (i love writing wlw..) very condescending dom!mizuki (sub mizu here), slight exhibitionism, yandere tendencies if u squint. 1.6k words

a/n she’s so cutesy why does her kit have to suck </3 also just noticed that in one of her voice lines she talks abt how awkward it is to have conversation with a stranger .. queen sorry for making u ooc .. this is so long and the ending’s a bit messy </3

spring can’t come fast enough. you’re sick of the constant rain and snow in inazuma - your body’s not reacting positively either. the pumping headache you’ve had the last couple days doesn’t seem to go away, your nose is still stuffy, and your cheeks are flushed. you’re not too worried though, this has happened before: every winter, to be fair. you figured long ago that your probably have a shitty immune system, and you’ve acted accordingly: regular check ups, health treatments, massages and countless evenings spent at the local bath house.

growing up in inazuma, visits to the hot springs were never a surprise, so much so that the current owner of aisa bath house knows your name by heart, even making small conversation as you deposit your mora for their services. “still sick?” aikawa, the owner, asks. you sniffle in reply, murmuring something about how it’s just the usual winter fever. he chuckles, before handing you a soft towel and speaking up once more. “y’know, miss mizuki is visiting today. she’s back from natlan, came here to check up on how the baths are doing.” “mizuki?”, your eyes perk up in curiosity. “haha, yes! miss mizuki, one of your best investors. be careful, yeah? she can be a bit peculiar at times.” you just nod - your head’s killing you and you feel like passing out any second by now.

once you undress and prepare your body accordingly to the bath house instructions - which you know by heart by now, you wrap a towel around your body. before noticing it, you find yourself checking out your reflection in the mirror, wondering about this miss mizuki, how’s she like, and what did aikawa even mean by peculiar? you sigh, moving your attention to fixing up the towel, which is, as always, short, maybe too short this time. well, whatever, it must be one of the new changes implemented by the shareholders.

as you slowly walk over the main bath you feel your skin heat up once more, head growing dizzy in seconds. when you manage to sit down in the bath you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding - your eyes close in relaxation while the foggy atmosphere entrances your mind. it’s so warm, so peaceful and - "oh, didn’t know someone was here already.” a calm, peaceful voice interrupts your pensive state. you lethargically turn around, not recognizing your interlocutor.

a girl stands in front of you, blue-ish hair tucked into a bun, deep, spiraling eyes staring back at you. her skin is of a milky, ghostly even, white, smooth and soft, wrapped in the same towel you’re using. despite your feverish mind you can still figure that it’s a bit too short on her too, hugging her dreamy figure in all the right places. “ah, uhm, don’t worry about it.” you stammer - maybe you’ve been staring at her a bit too long. you move away slightly, giving her space as she sits next to you. “you don’t look well.” her voice interrupts your train of thought - again. “my health is quite feeble. my doctor recommended i visit hot springs regularly.” your reply is curt, dry, a poor attempt to cover your irritation.

“my, that doesn’t sound good, miss.”, the lady replies. “you seem tense. would you like a massage? don’t worry, i hardly ever get sick.” her honeyed words go straight to your head, and, against your better judgment, you nod. she seems so sure of herself, so comforting, but at the same time so eerie and distant. as you turn around, back facing her, you feel her cold breath hitting the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps over your skin. suddenly, a pair of cold hands grabs your shoulders, and begins working on knots and tight muscles. your head slumps forward - a mixture of pleasure from her massage and the fever acting up once again. her cold fingers are magic against your burning skin, a greatly appreciated sense of relief.

“i’ve - ah!.. never seen you around here.” you speak up after a few seconds. an amused chuckle hits the back of your neck. “i was on a business trip in natlan, i returned here a few days ago.” her hands slide down your shoulder, gently grabbing your arms. "it’s a shame, really”, the lady continues, “that we haven’t met sooner.”she leans forward, placing her chin on your shoulder. her eyes scan your figure, then go back to look at your flushed face. her hazy, dreamy eyes meet yours, and you find yourself lost in the deep purple hue. “mizuki’s my name.” you almost don’t register the newfound information, almost don’t recognize her as the esteemed benefactor that keeps the bath house open, too mesmerized by something you just can’t figure out. mizuki giggles again, her smile soon replaced by a grin. her hands start moving again, up and down your upper arms, warming up your body even more. your breath becomes heavier, almost panting, and your eyes flutter shut, letting her do her thing.

her fingers start tracing the outline of your shoulders, then drop down to your back, where you’ve messily wrapped your towel. in a swift motion, the piece of fabric falls, leaving you exposed. she presses herself further onto your back, before reaching out to untie her own towel. a flimsly piece of satin now shields your back from her breasts, but you can still feel her plush skin with no issue. mizuki’s hands move back to your shoulders, keeping up the slow, sensual strokes. then, they drop down to your chest, feeling the weight of your own mounds with her very own hands. it takes a few moments for mizuki to grow bolder with her touches, now squeezing the fat of your tits with little to no regard for the whines you started letting out. her cool fingers are torture against your nipples, throbbing and swollen because of the sensation play. your back arches, and you throw your head back, getting dizzier with every move.

with one final squeeze, mizuki stops groping you for a second, just enough to hear you whine and plead to just keep touching you. “oh my, you’re so cute. i’ll make you feel all better, ‘kay? let me take care of you.” she litters small kisses all over your shoulder blades, as one hand starts rubbing your nipple again, and the other slowly makes way to your cunt. her fingers poke your soft cunny, feeling the sticky sensation of your juices even under the water. her pointer finger nudges closer and closer to your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles onto it, mirroring the motion of her other hand circling around your nipple. you can’t think straight - you don’t know if it’s the fever or mizuki’s fault, though. her middle finger moves too, pressing itself against your hole. when you give her a meek nod, she enters you, immediately feeling your tight walls flutter around her finger.

she begins pumping her finger in and out of you, gradually going faster and eventually adding another digit. you’re panting, everything’s spinning and you feel so dizzy, but oh, mizuki feels so good. her tongue is licking long stripes across your neck, her nipples pressed snugly against the arch of your back. this is too much - she is too much - and you squirm out of her grasp, turning around to meet her face to face. she thinks you’re so cute. your hair’s all messy, sticking to your forehead, pupils dilated and saliva staining your lips. she knows what you need. and she’ll give it to you.

she lounges forward, throwing the satin towel away and exposing her full body to you, before gently pressing you to the ground. as soon as you’re sprawled across the floor, she climbs on top of you, lips engulfing yours, muffling your sniffles and whines. your chests are pressed together, her soft tits moving against yours, lubricated with both sweat and steam. mizuki chuckles when she feels your nipples poking hers, amused by how much you’re affected by this. she separates from you, letting you catch your breath for a second. “you doin’ okay, cutie?”, she speaks. her voice is even softer, lower, just a whisper meant to be heard only by you. you’re not focusing on her, too overwhelmed by your heightened, feverish senses. mizuki’s nice, too nice, she won’t even reprimand you for not answering. she just lowers her pussy onto yours, both of your sticky folds squelching against one another. “hehe, don’t worry, angel, i’ll make you feel all better.”

she starts moving, riding your poor cunny to oblivion, taking delight in your moans. you’re going dumb, so overwhelmed, unable to do anything but be still and let mizuki fuck you. the more her clit bumps into yours the louder and dumber you get - uncaring about how the door’s so thin, and anyone could walk in at any moment. “cutie, are you going to cum? ‘m not going anywhere.” her voice is honey for your poor, sick brain, stimuli going straight to your cunt. you nod, tears spilling out of your eyes. “shh, it’s okay, you’ll get all better soon, do you trust me?” she gets closer to you, tongue licking your tears away. she feels your pussy twitch against her, your own fluids squirting on her tummy. she cums quickly after, feeding on your own orgasm.

before mizuki can even say anything, though, you’re passed out, the fever taking its toll on you. she just smiles, and wipes the sweat off of you with a stray towel. she’s a psychologist after all, she knows this is much needed rest for you, so waking you up is out of the question. she slowly dresses you up again, and calls over one of the female employees working at the moment. mizuki just gives her instructions to leave you to rest at your house before discharging her. she hopes you’ll remember her, and not dismiss her as just a character in your dreams.

well, even if you do, she’ll come to visit you. again and again, no matter how much it takes.

[buckybarnesisdaddy]

Whom My Soul Longs For

Part 2

Summary: A second date is arranged after Steve and Bucky talk to Mother superior. Bucky helps calm you down and ease your worries. You finally get to see NYC.

Pairings: StuckyXReader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: A/B/O, language, cult typical shame, name calling, confused feelings, talks of being turned on, Stucky fighting and yelling, Stucky Sex (like it kinda actually happens in this chapter so be warned), Hand Job, Asscheek Job(?), Talks of differing Omega anatomy, Reader Omega has Female parts, mentions of heat, mentions of anxiety.

Word count: 12k

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous

Bucky paces the office while Steve sits in one of the arm chairs opposite the big desk. Mother Superior left them both in there while she went to check on you. “I swear if they are hurting her- no if they are laying a finger on her-” Bucky stops and takes a breath. “I can’t do this, Steve. She’s up there and they are doing only God knows what!” Steve outstretched his arm and Bucky knows it’s an invitation and a demand. He walks over and kneels beside the chair and Steve pulls him into a hug. Rubbing his back and letting Bucky breathe in his scent. The salty air of Coney Island, leather of a boxing bag, line dried Cotten, he smells like home. Steve rubs up his back and into his hair as Bucky takes another deep breath, calming down each time. Steve smiles as Bucky’s distressed scent returns to normal, musk of a new baseball glove, the air before a summer rainstorm in Brooklyn, the canvas tents from when they were stationed on the front. Steve hums and kisses Bucky’s neck causing Bucky to let out a low growl that turns into a moan. The kiss had had the opposite affect and instead of calming him down Steve picks up a new addition to Bucky’s base scent, it’s more earthy and actually reminds Steve of Christmas, which makes sense given that was the first time they were together all those years ago. Steve laughs to himself about the fact that these specific scents of theirs complement each other so damn well.

“Mmhmm Buck,” he whispers, “you’ve gotta calm down, baby.” He laughs and kisses Bucky’s neck again. “You’re starting to smell like a Christmas tree.” Bucky grumbles in response and buries his face further into Steve’s neck.

“Yeah well you’re starting to smell like cinnamon, so you calm down too.” Steve pokes his side so Bucky begrudgingly lets go and moves back but not before leaving a love bite on Steve’s neck. He smirks as he sees the red teeth marks over the bond mark. “Mmhm you look so good marked up.” Bucky growls and Steve laughs as he stands up.

“Down boy, remember why we are here.” Steve reminds him and instantly his scent smells angry, like peppermint but the gross kind that’s too strong and gives you a headache. “Oh Buck, put some blockers on if you can’t control this.” Bucky grumbles again and grabs the stick from Steves pocket and rubs some on just as they hear Mother Superior returning.

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You sit on the edge of the bed in your new room. All your stuff is there and set up just the way you like it, but it’s still doesn’t feel right. You fiddle with your hands and try not to watch Sister Jessica as examining your underwear. It’s embarrassing and degrading and you just want her to leave. “Seems you were good,” she tosses them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. Mother Superior walks in without knocking.

“Ahhh our little Blossom” the name makes you feel angry, you ‘blossomed’ years ago but they refused to let you grow up. You liked the new nicknames Steve and Bucky gave you, Sweetheart, Doll, Honey, they were perfect and fit you much better than blossom. “The two Alphas downstairs are very taken with you!” She gushes and pulls you to stand. “I have a feeling they are going to push to speed up the timeline which I am inclined to allow as long as you are comfortable with them. Are you comfortable with them?” Every cell in your body screams yes. Instead you quietly lower your head and speak softly like you’ve been taught.

“Yes, Mother.” You say, “They are very nice. I know they will be good and I will be able to give them the family they want.” Mother Superior smiles and nods, she looks over to Sister Jessica.

“Did she pass?” She asks and the Sister nods and smiles over at you.

“She did, remained pure even in the face of two Alphas. You should be proud.” Sister Jessica beams and your stomach churns. Mother Superior pulls you closer for a hug and kisses your head.

“Good job, my dear blossom.” She pulls back and looks down at you. “If all goes well you will be married and mated within the month. Maybe even after your next heat!” She squeezes your shoulder and then leaves the room. Sister Jessica looks at you and smiles.

“You’ve done well! Now it is time for a shower, head to the bathroom.” You nod and go to leave your room. “Oh no, you have one in here! This tiny door leads to your own bathroom.” You look to where she’s pointing and you can’t believe it. You’ve never had your own bathroom, always had to share with the other Omegas. “You’ve got a sink, toilet, shower/bath all to yourself!” You look around and smile, “I’ll leave you to get cleaned up, lights out by 11.” She backs out and shuts both doors, leaving you alone for the first time today. You sit on the edge of the tub and let the events of the day finally catch up to you. Two Alphas are wanting to mate with you, two extremely attractive alphas, two well built, attractive alphas who smell like a summer rainstorm and the seaside air, a hint of Earthy musk with fresh linens. Just the thought of their scents makes your pulse race and that ache between your legs returns. You notice your scent start to change, it happened back in the diner too, for the first time in your life your scent is changing to something you’ve never smelled before. Even with all your heats in the past you’ve never smelled like this, smelled this good, ached in this way. This is all so confusing!

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Bucky sits as Mother Superior walks in. “Well sorry to keep you Alphas waiting, I had to check and make sure our blossom passed her post date check.” She sits behind her desk. “She passed with flying colors.” She smiles brightly. Bucky has to clench his jaw as to not chew her out. He looks at Steve and he knows that look. Steve’s ‘let me handle this and I’ll get what we want.’ Bucky releases his breath and looks back to Mother Superior as Steve starts to talk for them both.

“Well good, I’m glad!” He gives his best fake Captain America smile. “Now we had our legal team draw up some official papers and we have our check ready to write.” Steve takes the papers out of his jacket pocket and tosses them on her desk. “We know we may not be able to walk out of here with our Omega on our arm tonight, but our hope is that maybe we can be legally bonded to her by tomorrow end of day. Just so no other Alpha comes in and tires to steal her up. We know what she’s worth and we are willing to do whatever it takes.” Mother Superior takes the papers and looks them over, they are legitimate and will be legally binding when they are signed and filed.

“Let’s talk price.” Mother Superior says and smiles as she looks down and signs on the dotted line. As Steve and the Mother talk the price of essentially your freedom, Bucky takes the papers and signs his name. Steve already signed his, and now you are free. All Bucky wants to do is storm up the stairs, throw you over his shoulder, and haul you out to their car to take you home. But instead he sits here and lets Steve negotiate how many dates before the official wedding can take place. He zones in and out thinking about you, you were so emotional on the date that he could never get a good reading on your base scent. But the scent he didn’t miss was when you were hearing all about their lives and it caused you to get excited and aroused. He smirks as he remembers the smell, like cookies fresh from the oven, brown sugar and chocolate. His mouth waters as he thinks about it more, in fact he can smell it even now. He sits up for a moment and looks behind him at the open door and the staircase beside it. You are upstairs in your room all alone in need of your Alphas. He smirks.

“I am so sorry to interrupt, is there a bathroom I can use?” He asks The Mother and she smiles and nods to the door.

“Upstairs and to the left. All the Omegas should be in bed so it should be okay.” She smiles as Bucky excuses himself. He slips up the stairs following your scent.

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You groan and let your head fall into your hands. “How am I supposed to live in this constant ache?!” You groan and plead to anyone listening, “Please tell me it’s not like this, that the things I’ve been taught aren’t true.” You let a tear slip down your face. These alphas are so nice and just promise so much fulfillment and pleasure, they can’t be wrong, can they?? It feels so right and natural. You wipe the tear away as You hear a soft knock on the door and the sound of heavy boots on the other side. You gasp as it creaks open and you come face to face with Bucky. “Oh,” you wipe your tears that continued to fall and go to stand but Bucky puts his arms out and keeps you where you are sitting. He puts his finger up to his lips and shushes you with a wink. He walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He keeps your gaze as he leans over and flips the faucet on, the sound of water fills the room and finally he speaks.

“Oh Doll,” he coos as he kneels down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees and rubbing them to calm you. “What’s wrong? You should never have tears while you smell this good.” ‘At least not sad tears’ he thinks. He reaches up and wipes away a tear, you gasp as his hand touches your face. You’ve been told that Alphas only care about an Omega’s scent when they want to breed. Your mind starts to race a little at that thought. “Your scent was so good I had to come up here and get a better smell. And I find you crying?” He rubs your knees again to calm you some more and it actually works surprisingly well. You whimper.

“Y-you could smell me?” You glance past his shoulder to the closed door, making sure it’s shut. “From downstairs?” Bucky just nods, his eyes are soft but there is a hint of fire behind them. Maybe he is wanting to breed you now, you can’t though, it would be improper! You try to stop this before it goes too far. “I’m sorry- I should be more in control of myself.” You stand up but Bucky stays kneeling, his hands staying on your knees but moving to cup them from behind. He’s not holding you in place or stopping you from leaving if you wanted to, he’s just there, and you can’t seem to move. The look in his eyes as he gazes up at you, it’s primal and it makes your scent spike and your core ache to see him like this. This strong Alpha who helps save the world, on his knees for you. Your voice comes out soft and weak, you wished you had more strength but this man makes you so weak. “Bucky? We shouldn’t- it’s wrong.” He shakes his head. There is no smirk, no teasing or devilish smile, he is completely sincere and in this moment you will believe anything he tells you.

“No Doll, it’s not wrong.” He leans forward a little and you let him, his jaw rests against your lower stomach, just above where you ache for him. The warmth of his body being so close to you is driving you wild. You stare down at him and you can’t fight it as your hands travel to his face, taking it in both hands. “This is normal,” he turns and kisses one palm. “This is natural,” he turns and kisses the other palm. “This is what every Alpha wants,” he levels his head and kisses your mound, your dress puts enough fabric between his lips and your skin which is good because you forgot till this moment that Sister Jessica took your underwear. You let out a whimper and your head falls back. “This is what every Alpha dreams about and I’m sorry you’ve been taught otherwise.” He kisses that spot again and then pulls back to look up at you. You gasp and your hands fly to his hair and grip it tight, your breath coming out in pants. The bathroom door creeks open and you jump back almost falling into the tub but Bucky reaches around you, grabbing you by your ass and pulling you down into his arms. You gasp as you feel his hands on your body.

“Bucky?!” You both whip around gasping for air to see who has interrupted this moment.

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“Listen, you have to go through at least one date while she is going through heat. It’s our protocol. We need to see how you will treat her during her heats before we can release her to you.” Mother Superior explains and Steve groans as he sits forward.

“Well when is her next heat due?!” Steve exclaims. Mother superior looks unpleased by that, “I’m sorry, forgive my outburst. We’ve just waited so long.”

“And you will need to wait,” she flips through her calendar and then her eyes widen, “Oh! Well I guess you won’t have to wait too long, she is due next week! We must have gotten our dates messed up.” She smiles up at him “she will go through her last heat here next week and then she will be free to go with you and Mr. Barnes.” She looks past Steve and to the stairs, “Speaking of, should we check on Mr. Barnes? He has been gone for a while.” Steve looks back over his shoulder and catches a whiff of something wafting down the stairs. Smells like Cookies fresh out of the oven, he gently smiles remembering your scent from the diner and then he smells an earthy scent, Christmas trees to be exact.

“Fuck, Bucky?!” he whispers under his breath. He then lightly laughs and looks back to The Mother, “We had ice cream and he had a little too much and well that doesn’t sit well with him sometimes. I’ll go check if that’s okay? If one of the Sisters goes to check he may get his Alpha pride hurt, you know being seen sick like that.”

The Mother laughs and nods.

“Go right ahead, I will draw up the last of our paperwork.” Steve thanks her and excuses himself taking the stairs two at a time. He follows your combined scents and quietly enters the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He takes a deep breath before he opens the bathroom door, unsure of what he will find and unsure if he will be able to hold himself back from joining whatever he may see.

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You gasp as you meet Steve’s gaze over Bucky’s shoulder. His eyes are a little crazed at your scents filling the space, primal. “Bucky?!” He snaps in a hushed scream. “What the hell are you doing?!” Tears well up in your eyes and you push out of Bucky’s arms.

“I told you this was wrong!” You wipe your tears and fix your dress. “You spoke so kindly and told me what I wanted to hear, but it was wrong, wasn’t it?!” You cry. Thankfully Steve has shut the heavy wooden door so no one heard your crying and hushed screams.

“No Doll, that wasn’t wrong-“ he is distracted by Steve, “Gah- Steve!! Fix your damn scent! You’ve burned through the blockers and you are scenting pissed and you’re scaring her!” He looks at you as Steve takes a deep breath. “Doll, look at me and breath.” You whimper as you do as he asked, meeting his gaze and breathing with him. “What we did wasn’t wrong and it wasn’t even crossing any lines. I promise you.”

“The sisters will be so mad.” You start and he stops you.

“They will never know,” Steve says as he moves in behind Bucky. “I’m not sure what happened but I can guarantee if Bucky says it wasn’t wrong then it wasn’t.” You shake your head as tears fall. “Honey take my hand, take Bucky’s.” You look up and take both their hands as a shakey breath falls from your lips. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Bucky was trying to help calm you down, that’s all. You did nothing wrong, no matter what the Sisters tell you.” He kisses your hand and so does Bucky. “Since we are here, we have some news that we wanted to share with you,” he looks at Bucky and nods, “We have been approved as mates, signed the papers and all.” Your breath catches and you look between both of them.

“Wha- really?! So soon?!” You blush and try to hide your smile. Both men lightly laugh and nods.

“Yes, Doll. Really!” Bucky says as he kisses your hand again. “That is if you’ll have us?” He questions, for once he looks so small and unsure. You blush and smile as you nod your head. “Words Doll, we need you to use your words.” You blush even more.

“Yes, of course!” You giggle and they both smile brightly at you, their scents turn happy. It makes you want to curl up in their combined embrace. “When? How soon?” You ask.

“As soon as after your next heat.” Steve answers as he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. Your scent turns sour and both men furrow their brows. “Hey, why the bad scent?” Steve teases and twirls your hair with his finger. You blush and then look at your feet.

“I- umm I just hoped I wouldn’t have to go through another one alone.” You admit. Bucky lets out a low sound that almost sounds like a whimper.

“Oh Doll,” he squeezes your hand, “I promise after this one you will never be alone again. If we could get you before the heat we would!” He kisses your hand and you sigh residing yourself to another miserable heat.

“But we will be with you every day leading up to it.” Steve assured you, he even leans in and kisses your head as does Bucky.

“You won’t have to spend another day alone and hearing the awful lies the Sisters are teaching you.” Bucky whispers and it makes you giggle.

“If you say so!” You say sarcastically and your boldness even shocks you. Steve laughs and Bucky kisses your head again.

“Okay we have to go, I told the Mother that I was coming to make sure you were okay after eating too much ice cream.” Steve laughs and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Seriously?! They think I’m up here shitting my brains out?! That’s the only thing you could think of?!” Bucky is laughing as he yells. You can’t help but laugh as well. Bucky looks to you and he laughs as he teases you. “Oh you think that’s funny, huh?!” He tickles your side and you can’t help but laugh even more.

“Oh!” You laugh and move to get out of his grasp but fall into Steve’s. He laughs and hugs you from behind and kisses your cheek. Bucky moves forward and kisses your other cheek.

“Truce?” He asks and you giggle as you nod.

“Truce.” You say. They both let you go and move to the door, they have both been so nice and now they are going to be your Alphas it feels so normal and natural to be with them. You just met them a few hours ago and you feel so comfortable, enough to be alone with them, you can’t explain it. You want to do something bold but not too bold, you grab their arms and pull them back around and to you. You pull them close and against your body as you gaze up at them.

“Doll?”

“Honey?”

You kiss their cheeks and blush as you pull away. You dart to the shower and close the curtain behind even though you are still fully dressed. You catch your breath and hope your boldness didn’t scare them off. And it definitely didn’t, you notice a spike in their scents, Christmas trees and Cinnamon, you blush as it makes you feel even needier. Steve has to physically pull Bucky out of the bathroom and shut the door before Bucky takes you in the shower. He holds him in his arms and presses on his gland. “Shhhh I know, mmhmm fuck, I know.”

“God, I want her, Stevie.” He moans against Steve’s neck and Steve hums in agreement.

“I know, I do too.” He kisses his neck again. “But you’ve got to pull it together so we can get downstairs, or else the sisters are gonna think what you have is contagious.” Steve teases and Bucky laughs and groans.

“It is, it’s called Horniness and I’ll be passing it along tonight at home.” Bucky says as he bites Steve’s neck before moving away. Steve laughs and watches Bucky walk away.

“Mmhmm you better.” He purrs as he follows him out of your bedroom, closing the door behind him. Bucky goes and flushes the hall bathroom toilet and then closes the door loudly. They both walk downstairs to meet the Sisters and Mother.

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“Sorry about that, but I think we are all better!” Steve explains and the Sisters are none the wiser. They leave the Mother superior and the Alphas to talk some more.

“I know you went to see her,” she says and Steve looks to Bucky and then back at her. He smiles and stands firm.

“You’re right, we went to our intended Omega.” He walks past her and grabs up the papers from the desk, all signed and official. He leaves the check with the agreed upon amount and walks back out to Bucky and the Mother. “All the papers are here and our lawyer will be filing them tomorrow.” He towers above her, “and since she is our Omega now, there will be no more ‘after date inspections’. No more of your health classes and you will not be ‘preparing her’ in any way for this mating.” He looks at Bucky and then back at The Mother, “are we understood?” He clenches his jaw and stares down at her, she crosses her arms and stares back.

“Fine, you know I was going to offer her to you this weekend and allow you to get her before her heat. But with this sudden rudeness and list of demands that go against our teachings, you will not get her before her heat. The day after her last day, she will be packed and ready.” Steve looks at Bucky who looks about ready to storm back upstairs to steal you away. “And also, If you ruin her before her wedding day, this will all be voided. And that’s even there in the contracts we just signed.” Steve takes a quick inhale and flexes his fist. Bucky speaks up for him.

“Fine! But you have to let us help her through the heat. Not how we would after the marriage of course.” His eyes flick to Steve’s, he can see the slight confusion in Steve’s eyes and Bucky just nods and gives Steve a ‘trust me’ look. “But let us be here and guide her. As our future Omega we have that right. You know how awful heats can be for Omegas without an Alpha and because of your pride you are putting her through that pain one last time, so we are here and in the room to help it not be so horrible for her.” The Mother rolls her eyes and agrees. Steve lets a little heated smirk break over his lips as he meets Bucky’s gaze. He then looks back to The Mother.

“We will be back tomorrow for another date. Expect us at 9am and she will be gone all day.” Steve growls and heads to the door, “and no chaperones!” He bellows as he storms out. The Mother laughs and leaves Bucky alone in the foyer.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll see myself out!” He yells and leaves slamming the door behind him. They had a perfect moment with you and then Mother superior had to go and ruin it.

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You lay in your bed, freshly showered and unable to sleep. Thinking about the look in Steve’s eyes when he saw you and Bucky together, it was heated, you wished you had another way to describe it. Maybe Bucky and Steve can teach you new words to describe your feelings as well. The feel of Bucky’s arms around you and his scent, he smelled like Christmas, it made you want to melt. That was different than the summer rainstorm from earlier, it was a special scent, like the new scent you had. A scent that made you feel needy, makes you feel like you want to curl up in his lap a rub your whole body over his. A scent that makes you want to relieve the ache between your legs by rubbing on his-

“Knock knock!” The door opens and Mother Superior walks in. You worry for a moment, wondering if she could read your thoughts, your un-pure thoughts about your new Alphas. “Oh good you’re up! I just wanted to let you know that you have a date tomorrow.” So no to the mind reading, good! Mother superior continues and you have to force yourself to focus on her words because your excitement of seeing Steve and Bucky again is about to make you squeal. “Be ready at 9am and you will be going alone, so don’t go whoring around or you will ruin this match. Sleep tight” she backs out of the room and leaves you with this news. You know she’s still outside the door so you very silently smile and kick your feet in joy. You sit up and stare at the door.

“I’ll be a whore if I want, now, I don’t even know what that means but I’m sure Bucky and Steve would say it isn’t wrong.” You stuck out your tongue to the fire and then lay back down as happy as ever.

Steve and Bucky were quiet the whole way home. There were so many emotions that they both had about tonight but Steve didn’t want to get into it in the car because then they’d have to stop when they got to the compound and he knows that he will get too worked up to safely talk in the car while driving. Once they are in their suite for the night that’s when it all breaks loose.

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!” Steve screams as he shoves Bucky up against the wall of their living room. He is fuming, Bucky shoves him back and stands toe to toe with him.

“I WAS THINKING THAT OUR OMEGA WAS ALL ALONE AND NEEDY!!!” Bucky screams back “SO I WENT TO COMFORT HER!!” He shoves Steve back and Steve growls in return.

“YOU COULD HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING!! IF THEY HAD CAUGHT YOU-” Bucky cuts him off

“I DIDN’T HEAR YOU COMPLAINING WHEN YOU GOT A LOOK AT ME AND HER TOGETHER!!” Steve scoffs.

“THOSE WERE MY INSTINCTS TAKING OVER!!! NEITHER ONE OF US WERE CLEARHEADED!! I HAD TO COME FIND YOU TO MAKE SURE YOU WEREN’T MOUNTING HER IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM!!”

“I’M NOT AN IDIOT STEVE,” Bucky screams back.

“COULD HAVE FOOLED ME!!” Steve answers in return, Bucky decides to let that one slide.

“I WAITED TILL THE PAPERS WERE SIGNED!!” Steve scoffs and shakes his head “I KNEW WHAT I WAS DOING, I DON’T DIVE HEAD FIRST INTO THINGS WITHOUT THINKING, THAT’S YOU!!” That was the wrong thing to say. Bucky is on his back and being pinned to the ground before he can even blink. Steve gets real close a speaks through clenched teeth.

“You wanna repeat that, Sarge?” Bucky takes a deep breath and what he smells tells him everything he needs to know, Steve is scared and aroused. Scared because there had been the risk of losing you if Mother Superior had wanted to push that they had been ‘inappropriate’ with you when they went to find you, with one word she could have taken away their perfect sweetheart. And aroused because your scent is intoxicating and Bucky himself has been fighting an erection since the moment in the bathroom with you. A simple cheek kiss and Bucky was ready to breed and claim you, that’s the power you have over them right now. That and the fact they are manhandling each other right now, that always gets them both going. The fear and arousal are mixing and it’s creating this heightened sense of emotion in Steve, pretty similar to his pre-rut phase but Bucky knows it’s too early for that. He knows what he needs to do to calm Steve down, he just knows that means he is in for a long night and he’s not gonna get to bottom like he wanted. He sighs, ‘alas, the joys of being an Alpha.’ He thinks and then he turns on his charm and he smirks up at Steve.

“Nah, I think you heard me loud and clear, Cap.” He smiles his pretty smile and Steve growls and leans down to bite, kiss, and suck at his neck. Bucky reaches up and rubs along Steve’s neck, pressing along the gland and mouthing at it. Steve lets out an erotic moan as he grinds down against Bucky, their clothed erections staining in their pants. Bucky whispers sweet nothings to try and work Steve down from this heightened emotional state, “mmhmm that’s it’s Stevie, grind away. Work it out, it’s all gonna be okay,” Steve bites along the mating bite and then rips Bucky’s shirt open when it doesn’t stretch enough to give Steve access to Bucky’s chest. Bucky growls “Fuck Stevie! That was my favorite shirt!” Steve kisses along Bucky’s chest and then fully straddles Bucky’s waist. He huffs a breath as he sits up a little and smirks down at him.

“Shut the fuck up.” He leans down and kisses Bucky again, a little more clearheaded thanks to Bucky’s words. “Mmhmm use your super soldier strength and take me to the fucking bedroom,” he bites Bucky’s bottom lip and then grabs his jaw in his hand. “Now”.

Bucky can’t help but smirks as he carries his moaning, whimpering, 250 pounds of pure muscled husband to their bedroom. Dropping him on the bed and looking down at him as he becomes needier and needier behind closed doors, the emotions of the night getting him into that headspace pretty quickly. They switch pretty regularly on who is more dominant and who is more submissive and it will be interesting to see how that changes with you in the mix, but right now Bucky sees that his big, strong Alpha who has been carrying the burden of this match all day long is ready to be taken apart and doted on like the needy slut he really is. Bucky boxes him in with his body and smirks at his blushed face. “You gonna keep up that attitude or are you gonna be nice for me?” Steve blushes even more, “cause I’m usually the hothead, emotional, needy one in these situations but seeing you like this?” He whistles as he returns the favor and rips Steve’s shirt in half before he leans down and whispers in Steve’s ear, “It makes me hot. Makes me wanna demand that you top from the bottom in your needy state.” He kisses over Steve’s gland and Steve moans in return. He lightly laughs, the air hitting over the spot and cause Steve to shiver, Bucky gets an idea. And Steve is gonna hate it before he loves it. “Strip, now.” Bucky moves back and heads to the bathroom to get the supplies while Steve obeys. He doesn’t even have to check and make sure, he knows Steve’s already half naked for him. Bucky strips before coming back to the bed with Lube and condoms in hand. He pushes Steve to lay back down and stands between his legs and where they drape off the bed. Steve’s aching dick lays hard against his stomach, Bucky can’t help but smirk at the sight. He leans down and places a kiss on the tip and while Steve is distracted by that He rolls the condom on his leaking dick.

“Wha- nnnnoo no, Buck please-” Steve whines, man does he love to hear Steve whine. He kisses up Steve’s thighs and stomach, teasing his nipples and then finding his neck. He kisses up and down it before finally shushing his lover.

“Sshhhh I know, Stevie. But I am exhausted and I’m not changing these sheets tonight. So you’re gonna cum in the condom. I even have one for myself when it’s my turn.” He soothes Steve with a few kisses on his lips and then moves to his neck again, he latches his mouth over the gland and begins to kiss, suck, and lick all over. Their scents soak the air as they are both on edge. Bucky’s tongue dancing over his gland is getting him closer and closer to the edge, it’s incredible and so sensitive. His knot starts to grow almost too fast and he doesn’t have time to prepare for the onslaught of pleasure about to come.

“Oh! Mmhmm ffffuck buck- Bucky!! Oh baby I’m gonna-“ Steve rasps out, trying to find his breath, Bucky growls.

“Cum, now!” Bucky reaches down and wraps his metal hand around Steve’s knot and milks him dry as he releasing his load into the condom. Steve is moaning loudly and clawing at Bucky’s back.

“Yesyesyes!!! Mmhmm ffffffffuuuccc- oh BUCKY!!” He works Steve through his high and smirks while he does it. Knowing he can get his lover and mate off just by working his gland, well that makes his alpha pride soar. By the time Steve is done he is limp and ready to be used, Bucky doesn’t even tell him, he just rolls over on his stomach and lays happily with his head propped on a pillow. Bucky kisses down his back and whispers dirty nothings while he does.

“mmhmm fuuccck! You’re so sexy when you let go like that, makes me wanna put you on your knees and make you take me apart with that mouth of yours. But this ass just looks too good right now.” Bucky spanks him hard and he jumps and moans at the sting on his cheeks. He even pushes his ass back against Bucky. “Gonna use this ass real good, baby.” Steve whimpers and Bucky chuckles under his breath. “Don’t get too excited, Stevie. Not like that. I’m too tired to put in the work to get this tight ass loose enough for my cock.” Steve groans as he feels lube drip between his ass cheeks.

“Oh Buck, don’t use the condom, please?! I’ll change the sheets if it gets on them, just don’t use that fucking rubber!” Steve begs and Bucky laughs and agrees.

“Okay Stevie, you were so good today and kept me in line.” He leans down and lets his dick press between Steve’s ass cheeks as he nibbles along the shell of Steve’s ear. “You were the perfect Alpha today.” Steve moans, “My Alpha,” Steve whimpers, “Our Sweethearts, Alpha,” Bucky smirks and chuckles darkly as he hears the low growl Steve lets out. He thrusts his dick between Steve’s ass cheeks and the growl turns into a needy whine pretty quickly.

“Mmhmm my good Alpha, helping his Alpha get his release.” Bucky spanks Steve’s ass “Go ahead baby boy, get me off and you can have all the cum you want.” Bucky lays back down against Steve’s back and Steve fucks back against Bucky, letting his dick slide between his ass cheeks, letting Bucky use him. Soon Bucky’s breathing is labored and he starts moaning into Steve’s neck. Steve lifts his head up and turns to the side so he can reach Bucky’s gland, he starts sucking and kissing it and before Bucky can warn him he is popping his knot and releasing all over Steve’s ass and back. Steve reaches back and milks his knot to help him through his orgasm, once he’s done he lays fully on top of Steve, completely exhausted. When they’ve both caught their breaths Steve is the one pulling Bucky up and dragging him to the shower.

“Come on, you stink,” Steve says as he filthily kisses Bucky. A laugh against his lips makes him smile.

“Yeah so do you. But hey we saved the sheets for once!” Bucky says and Steve laughs.

“Yeah but I’m still gonna change them cause they are all gross and sweaty now, go shower, I’ll be there in a minute.” With another kiss, he is gone to clean up the bed.

Bucky is washing his hair as Steve finally joins him, “hey,” he playfully whines. “That’s my job,” he kisses Bucky and then pulls back and motions for him to turn around. Bucky goes willingly. “Thank you for helping me,” Steve says as he washes out Bucky’s shampoo. “I’m sorry I yelled at you- you didn’t deserve that.” He kisses Bucky’s neck, “I was just letting my fear- and my horniness get the better of me.” He teases Bucky “guess you were right and your horniness was contagious.” Bucky laughs and hums in agreement as he kisses Steve’s lips. Steve rest his forehead against Bucky’s, “I know you wouldn’t have gone to her if you had thought we would lose her.” He rubs his shoulders, focusing on his left shoulder. “I trust you Buck.” Bucky turns around to face Steve and pulls him into his arms. “Now, will you tell me what happened?” Bucky laughs and kisses Steve.

“Sure thing, Stevie.” Steve smiles back at Bucky. “She was sitting down and freaking out so I knelt in front of her and rubbed her knees, trying to get her to calm down. She freaked for a moment and stood up but I didn’t follow her, I stayed just like this.” Bucky drops to his knees and shows Steve exactly what he did and how he rested his chin on you. “She put her hands around my face and I kisses her palms and then I kissed her here,” Bucky kisses right at the base of Steve’s cock and then smirks up at him. “But she didn’t have a monster like this in the way” Bucky teases as he kisses along the shaft of the soft member.

“Well good,” Steve teases, “cause I’m really only fond of your ‘monster’ it would be a bummer if she had one too.” Bucky laughs and stands up.

“Nah, cause it would just be a cute little omega clit, not a monster cock. It would be good for nothing except our fun, you know that.” Bucky teases, wrapping his arms around Steve and rubbing his back.

“True, very true.” Steve lightly laughs and kisses him. “So you were calming her down and then she fell into your arms?”

“Well she was about to fall back into the tub and she was gonna hit her head. So it was that or sit in my lap.” Bucky says nonchalantly, Steve laughs.

“What a good Alpha you are.” Bucky growls at Steve’s compliment and then kisses his neck before pulling away and finishing his shower. “Hey what was that you pulled about her next heat?” Steve asks over his shoulder. “You know it’s going to be murder on us to be in that room with her and not be able to touch her” Bucky smirks and looks back at Steve.

“True, but we can still touch each other.” He winks and Steve groans, already preparing for how amazing and also horrible this gonna be. “Plus she’s never gonna have another horrible heat if we have anything to say about it. If our scent being there could help her get through it, then so be it. I’ll wear a fucking cock cage just to show I’m not gonna ‘ruin her’ but I’ll be damned if they don’t let me lay there with my Omega in a nest of her own making while I help her find pleasure for the first time in her life.” Steve listens intently.

“I don’t know Buck, I still think that could get too risky even for us.” Steve gives his husband a sorrowful look. “I’d hate to do anything or act in any way that would make our contract void and lose her.” Bucky sighs and pulls Steve into his arms again.

“Stop, you’re starting to worry when you don’t need to. We both have more will power than we know what to do with. I trust you and I know you trust me. We will be okay, I promise.” Bucky kisses him and then smirks against Steve’s lips. “And if I have to I will keep you in line and you me,” Steve blushes and buries his face in Bucky’s neck for a moment before quickly washing off.

Soon they are both cuddled in bed. Steve breaks the silence first. “You know when we get to bring her home it’s not just as simple as pulling her into our bed and calling it a day.” Bucky sighs and looks over at Steve.

“Yeah, I know.” He looks back at the ceiling. “The real work starts after the wedding, especially if we don’t want to scare her- which I really really don’t.” Bucky sighs happily and Steve can hear the smile one his face as he speaks, “We will have so much to teach our innocent sweetheart.” Steve hums in agreement and Bucky continues. “We should clean out the guest room and get her some stuff in there. Lots of clothes and soft blankets, pillows- I’ll go to the nesting store and get everything she will need. Oh and toys, lots of toys-“

“Bucky!” Steve exclaims and laughs. “Today was the first time she had ever smelt an Alpha and now you wanna get her Alpha dildos?!” He laughs and shakes his head, he rolls over and pulls Bucky back against him to be his little spoon. “Yes to nesting stuff and clothes. Getting the room ready for her is a good idea, but no toys.” Bucky grunts and Steve kisses his neck. “At least not yet. We will get there.” He kisses him again and then lays his head down.

“Do you think she’s gonna be put off by having a separate room to begin with?” Bucky asks and Steve shakes his head.

“No and remember that’s not permanent. As soon as we have bonded with her she will be right here in this bed.” Bucky hums in agreement. “I do think she will appreciate her own room when she first gets here since it will all be overwhelming. But if for some reason we are wrong then we will turn it into a nesting room till we can get the real one finished.” Bucky agrees and pulls Steve against him harder.

“Sounds like a plan,” Bucky closes his eyes, “so what are we doing tomorrow?” Steve chuckles and teases Bucky by nibbling on his ear.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Bucky groans and Steve laughs. “So dramatic.” He teases as he kisses Bucky’s neck.

You can hardly sleep you are so excited, your alarm goes off at 8 and you get right up and start curling your hair and putting on your makeup. It’s simple and natural, not too much but just enough to enhance, just like you were taught. That might be one thing you keep with you once you leave, you like the natural look. You stuck a white bow in your hair and throw on t-shirt dress, a pastel pink one. It has a high collar and little sleeves, as to hide your shoulders. You opt for white vans and tie them into place as the doorbell rings. You shoot up and are swinging your door open to peek down the stairs to catch a glimpse of your Alphas. You smell them before you hear them and hear them before you see them. The rumble of their voices give you goosebumps, you find yourself wondering if their voices are even gruffer when they first wake up. You hope they are. You get a glimpse of Steve, he is in slacks that hug his ass and a nice button down shirt, it’s blue and it compliments his eyes and hair so nicely, gosh is is so handsome. Bucky is in jeans and a black t-shirt with his black leather jacket over it. His hair is down today and it it looks good, hanging just below his chin. You wanna run your fingers through it, he is just as Handsome as Steve. You definitely hit the jackpot. Sister Jessica is starting up the stairs to get you when Steve reaches out and stops her. “If it’s alright, we can go get her.” She scoffs and blows past him to get you. “Guess it’s not.” He grumbles and looks at Bucky who just shakes his head. You slip back into your room before she can see you and sit on your bed patiently waiting. When she finally opens the door you spring up and walk out past her ready to meet your Alphas.

“Eager are we?” She calls after you with a disapproving look. You lower your head at her chastisement and mutter an apology. She walks beside you and grips your arm tightly. “You must be escorted.” And she almost drags you down the stairs. If you knew it wouldn’t ruin your chances with Steve and Bucky you would have shoved Sister Jessica off and walked yourself to them. “Here we are.” She hands you off to a smiling Bucky and a glaring Steve, you eye where he is looking and it’s on where sister Jessica is gripping your arms so tightly that your skin is losing color. He growls low and slow and she releases your arm rather roughly. “You don’t want to be late for whatever plans you have.” The sister says, trying to smile and play nice. Bucky pulls you closer, his touch is soft and gentle, absolutely perfect. “And Blossom,” you look back at her, hating the name even more every time you are called by it. “Behave,”

“Okay,” Steve chimes in, his jaw clenched. “On that note we are leaving.” His hand slides along the small of your back. Sister Jessica eyes the touch and narrows her gaze. Bucky just smiles and waves.

“Have a good day!” He says cheerfully as he follows You and Steve out of the front door. Sister Jessica makes a B-line to Mother Superior.

“Are we really letting them just take her?! Unaccompanied!!” She yells and The Mother laughs.

“Yes, because they paid us and filed the correct papers with the courts. They must have put a rush on it because I already have the notification from the court that they are now her registered partners.” She sighs and stands up, crossing the room to the Sister. “So technically we couldn’t stop them even if we wanted to.” She looks out the window and sees you walking down the sidewalk to their car, hand in hand with both men. “Only way is if they are inappropriate with her and I doubt they will be.” She sits back at her desk again and shuffles paper. “So get the next Omega ready, we will start their courting once Blossom is moved out.” Sister Jessica huffs and turns to leave the room, obviously mad.

Bucky leads you out the door and Steve quickly catches up, taking your hand in his and smiling down at you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you look down at your feet, not wanting to trip while walking down the front stairs. “So where are we going?” You ask shyly. Bucky chuckles and Steve smiles down at you. You look up at Bucky and he shrugs.

“Sorry Doll, even I am in the dark here.” You don’t even realize it but your lips turn down in a pout and your brows furrow. It’s about the cutest thing he’s ever seen and if it wouldn’t freak you out and make you spiral a little, he’d kiss those pouty lips till you smiled. He just looks at Steve who is gazing down at you adoringly.

“We,” Steve starts as he opens the front passenger door, guiding you to sit. “Are going to go shopping today.” He squats down next to your door and buckles your seatbelt for you. He looks back at Bucky and then you. “You deserve lots of clothes, shoes, nesting blankets and supplies, curling irons, makeup if you want. And a phone.” Your smile gets bigger and bigger as he keeps rambling off items. “We just wanted to dote on and spoil our Sweetheart.” He gentle smiles and brushes your hair off your shoulder. “Is that okay?” He asks and you giggle as you answer.

“Yes!” You almost squeal, Bucky and Steve smile and then look at each other. “But, ummm” you shift in your seat and then look down at your legs. “I- I can’t bring anything back here. The sisters are very strict and will probably take it all.” You explain. Steve hums in agreement and then glances up at Bucky before answering.

“Yeah Sweetheart, we know. That’s why after all this shopping,” he takes a deep breath, “We are gonna take you back to our place”

“We are?!” Bucky exclaims and Steve looks up at him and lightly laughs.

“Yeah, to drop off all her stuff.” Steve says and pats Bucky’s thigh. He knows why Bucky is a little surprised about that but he shouldn’t worry.

“I’m gonna get to see where you live?” You ask, your voice soft and small, unsure. Bucky gently smiles.

“Where you will live in about a week.” Bucky smirks slightly and you blush and nod. Steve shoots him a look and then looks back.

“You’ll be able to see the outside but you won’t be able to walk into our room or suite.” Steve says

“Well why not?!” You ask and sit up a little, the seatbelt keeping you in the car. “I- I wanna see where I’m gonna live!” You exclaim, Bucky raises his eyebrows in impressed surprise at your sudden expression of your own wants. He’s kinda proud, maybe there won’t be as much work ‘deprograming’ you as he thought. Steve smiles and bites his lip to keep from laughing. He rubs your knee and try’s to calm you down.

“And you will, but we are talking about our house, Honey. You think being enclosed in a car with our scent is hard, baby you’ve never been in an Alpha Den. It would be too overwhelming for you.” Steve politely explains but you still don’t understand.

“But I’ve been overwhelmed before and you two have helped me- what’s so special about this?!” You exclaim. Steve finds your innocence so charming and Bucky is scenting aroused, again. Bucky speaks this time.

“Doll, this would be way more. You remember the bathroom yesterday? How our scent was so strong and you started scenting to match ours.” You meekly nod, Bucky lets the nonverbal response slide for the moment. “Well if you walked into our Den I’m sure you’d be sent into heat. It would wreak havoc on your system and we wouldn’t be able to help you. We’d have to bring you back here and you’d be forced to go it alone.” You pout and sit back for a moment, but then you get an idea.

“Wait?! But if I go into heat now then we wouldn’t have to wait!” You smile and Bucky just laughs. Steve pats your leg and then stands up.

“Not how it works, Honey.” Steve says and then closes the door. Bucky climbs in the back and Steve walks around to the drivers side. “You’d go into heat, it would last maybe 3 days, then your body would go through it again.” You’d have to go through two alone.” He looks back at Bucky. “And we’re not gonna let that happen to you.” He sighs and pulls from his parking stop. “So we will go shopping, and then we will drop it all off at home” you gently smile.

“Home,” you feel a rumbling in your chest and it sinks to your belly. It makes you feel warm and happy, it’s something you’ve never done before. You’re purring. You suddenly feel self conscious so you slowly stop.

“Oh Doll, that sounded so good! You can keep at it if you want.” Bucky coos at you. Steve glances over and moves to take your hand in his.

“I’m glad to know you are happy to be coming home with us one day.” He smiles and rubs the back of your hand. You blush and a little purr escapes your lips as a response to them both. Bucky hums and Steve squeezes your hand. “As I was saying, we will drop off your new stuff at our place and then we will go get some food. Then I’ll tell you what else I have planned for us.” He smiles over at you and you wiggle excitedly in your seat. You turn to face the road and realize you’ve never been in the front seat before, it’s pretty cool. You can see so much of the city, so much you’ve never seen before. You gaze out the window like a wide eyed baby deer. Bucky watches as you watch out the window, your amazement and joy at the simple things. He leans up and taps Steve on the shoulder and nods over to you. Steve looks over and the sweetest smile spreads over his face. “Have you ever been into the city, sweetheart?” He asks.

“Huh?” You say absent minded. You can feel their eyes on you, you turn and see them. Both set of blue eyes with the sweetest gaze, just taking in all you are. “Oh umm,” you blush, “No, I’ve never been in the city, ever.” Bucky smiles and leans forward between the two front seats.

“So how about after we eat,” he reaches up and plays with your hair. “We go see some sights. Huh?” You smile and nod.

“Oh sorry,” you cover your mouth as you lightly laugh. “Yes, I’d like that.” You look between Steve and Bucky and they both nod in agreement.

“Alright, then it’s settled. We will go see the sights after we eat.” Steve says, he kisses your hand and then lets go to push Bucky back into his seat. “Now you, sit back and buckle up.” He scolds and Bucky mumbles under his breath but does as Steve asked. You laugh and turn back to look out the window.

“Okay,” Bucky says as he leads you to the women’s section of the store. “Do you know what you prefer to wear?” He asks you pulling you a little closer. “Dresses? Jumpsuits? Shorts? Pants?” You look around caught off guard by all the choices. You’ve never had choices, never in your whole life. Even down to the underwear you wear, it was chosen for you and placed in your room. Now you are in a whole store of choices, colors, lengths, patterns, so many different options, it’s overwhelming. Bucky can smell you starting to get anxious, your scent turned a little sour, like a bag of sour patch kids. Sweet but a lot. “Hey, look at me” he turns your face to look at him and he sees the slightest bit of tears starting to pool in your eyes. “Oh Doll,” he pulls you into a hug and rubs your back. “Just breathe, I know.” He kisses your head and pulls you back to look up at him. “I know better than anyone- Steve and I know better than anyone.” He takes your face in his hands and wipes your tears away with his thumb. “When I was freed from Hydra I was allowed to make my own choices for the first time in 70 years and it was terrifying. Just choosing what to eat would send me into panic attacks.” More tears slip through and he keeps wiping them away with the sweetest smile. “So I know how hard this is, so let’s start small, okay?” You nod and he gently smiles leaning in closer, he raises his eyebrows and you can’t help but laugh.

“Yes, I can do that. Starting small.” You say and Bucky smiles proudly. He kisses your head again and lets his hands fall down your arms till he reaches your hands.

“Okay, so let’s start with Color!” He offers, “what colors do you like, out of the ones you see right here.” You turn and look at the rainbow in front of you. “Go ahead, look around!” He encourages you. Steve finds you two with the buggy he went searching for.

“How’s it going?” Steve asks, he looks at Bucky and sees the tear stains on Bucky’s shirt. “Oh,” he says a little breathy, “that good, huh?” Bucky sigh and nods. They watch as you look around. You see all the different shades and even fabric choices, you feel drawn to all the pastels and oddly the deep jewel colors. You feel so happy as you look through the color options. Bucky sniffs the air as there is a new distinct scent, he smiles and nudges Steve. “You smell that?” He is beaming. Steve sniffs the air and a big smile spreads across his face and his own happy scent starts to spread and join Bucky’s and yours. “What is that? It smells like coffee creamer, like heavy cream. Right?!” Bucky says in a hushed whisper. Steve hums in agreement.

“Yeah I think that’s what it is,” he sighs, content. “Wow that smells amazing. I wanna make her happy all the time.” Bucky laughs and agrees.

“When she’s aroused she smells like fresh baked cookies and when she’s happy she smells like heavy cream. Oh! I did find that when she’s anxious she smells like sour patch kids.” Steve laughs.

“Noted,” he chuckles. “I smelled Lillies and Sandalwood earlier,” he looks over at you and then back at Bucky. “When we were in the car. Guess that’s her excited scent. I like it, a lot.” Bucky agrees and Steve reaches out and puts his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, he was growling low and didn’t even realize it. Bucky sighs.

“Sorry,” he laughs, “I just can’t help it with her.” Bucky explains and Steve laughs. He pulls him close and kisses his neck before patting his ass and walking over to you.

A few dresses have caught your eye, all of them different styles. Some floor length, some tea and knee length. A few have square necklines and others have high collars like the one you have on now. Some have no sleeves and some have little cap sleeves. You want them all but you don’t want to be greedy. Steve’s hand is placed on the small of your back and moves up a little to comfort you as he talks. You know it’s Steve without even looking because of the sea air smell of his scent, you can’t contain your excitement about being able to tell your alphas apart by their smell. You are beaming as you turn to face him. “Have you found anything?” He asks.

“Yes, there are a few that I like.” You say giddily. “I think I’ll take these two though.” You point to a baby blue one that has a drop waist, a high collar, and no sleeves. The skirt is poofy and the fact that it has good twirl ability is a plus. “And this one!” It’s a dusty rose dress that cuts off at your knees. It has a square neckline with little white lace scallops along the edge and cap sleeves. A full skirt and little buttons down the bodice for decoration. Bucky smiles at the nostalgia of the cut and fit of the dresses. Very similar to the 40’s style and if he’s being honest he likes it. But he’d love for you to branch out a little, if you wanted of course.

“And those are the only two you want?” Bucky asks, giving you a look that says ‘tell me the truth Omega’ without him actually saying it. You blush and fidget with your fingers.

“Well I-“ you look between both of them. “Ummm guess there are a few more?” You say. Steve gives you a look and Bucky places his hand on the clothing rack and leans in over you.

“Omega?” Steve asks questioning and also demanding. You take a breath.

“I like a lot of them, quite a bit actually. And I’d like them all.” You say confidently, but the minute you are done you shrink a little, worried they are going to shoot you down. But instead you smell them both scenting happy, pleased, and proud. And that makes you feel funny between your legs again. You blush as Bucky hums and kisses your temple and Steve kisses your hand. Steve starts pulling from the rack and asking.

“Yes? Or No?” He holds it up and you giggle as you say yes. He tosses it in the buggy. Bucky starts doing the same thing with different blouses and skirts. Even though you aren’t entirely sure about them yet, all you’ve worn are dresses, but you’ll try skirts and pants if they wanted you to. Before you know it you have two buggies full of dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, and shorts. You also have shoes of all kinds and lots of workout clothes, you couldn’t imagine wearing something that tight but Bucky and Steve insist it’s okay. So you know it’s okay.

“This is a lot, are you sure-“ Bucky cuts you off with one look. You blush and take his hand. He smiles and kisses your head as he whispers.

“Good girl,” you feel butterflies in your stomach and you notice your scent changing a little. Steve smirks at Bucky and then down at you. You never thought something like that would cause this reaction but you want him to say it again. Your eyes look up at him pleading, they both seem to get what you are hinting at. Bucky smirks as Steve leans down to whisper, you feel his strong body behind yours, solid and steady.

“You liked it when he called you a good girl?” He asks, you whimper in response and nod, still meeting Bucky’s gaze, which is darkening by the minute. “Well get use to it because you are a very,” he kisses your neck, “Good girl.” A moan escapes your lips and you are mortified. You cover your mouth and Bucky smirks as he lightly laughs. He kisses your forehead and Steve rubs your back. “Sorry Honey, maybe that was a little too much at one time.” He kisses your head and smirks at Bucky from behind you. “We will hold off on neck kisses, how about that?” You blush and cover your face as you answer.

“Yes please,” you say, “I liked it but it was a lot.” You turn around to look at Steve. “I really did like it though.” You smile and Steve reaches to take your hand.

“Thank you for expressing how you feel, Doll. I’m proud of you. We are both so proud.” You see Bucky and you are overwhelmed by the look in his eyes, the love, it makes your heart beat faster. His smell is stronger, like a summer rain storm is a Christmas tree forest. And Steve’s smells like a sea side cinnamon treat. It’s perfect and makes you feel safe, you pull them both close and they hug you tight, wrapping you up in their scent. You feel settled and at home in their arms and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

The rest of the shopping goes off without a hitch, they keep pushing you to make your own choices and you rise to the challenge each time. They become more and more proud of you and you find you are already addicted to their scents, needing to smell how proud they are of you and how much they care for you. They take you to get a phone and input their numbers inside and show you how to use it. You’re a quick study and are a pro on it by the end of the day. The car pulls down a long driveway and you see a lake behind a huge building. There is a giant A along the side, you look at both of them. “This is where you live?” You ask. And they both smile. Bucky opens your door and helps you out.

“Yup! And a few others.” Bucky says, “but the my are all out today, we wouldn’t spring them all on you right now.” He laughs. “Steve’s gonna run all your bags upstairs and then meet us in the garage, okay?” You nod and take Bucky’s hand as he leads you away. You see a large black SUV along side an old Motorcycle and a shiny newer one.

“Is this yours?” You ask as you cross the room to look at the bikes. Bucky smiles and steps up behind you, rubbing your back.

“Yeah the newer one is mine, the Harley is Steve’s.” He explains.

“Wow,” you look at him, “can I ride it?” You ask and you see Bucky’s face flush and he coughs and clears his throat. You don’t understand why Bucky looks so flushed and fidgety all the sudden. And Bucky can’t believe ho innocent yet dirty you are without even trying.

“Umm ha! N-no no. Absolutely not.” You pout and Bucky laughs as he kisses your forehead. “Okay maybe! But not now or before the wedding.” You smile and hug him tight, he laughs knowing he has already been played by you. “Okay okay, get that cute ass in the car.” You laugh and blush.

“My ass? Cute? What does that even mean?!” You giggle as you climb into the front of the SUV. Bucky lightly laughs and rests his head against the doorframe.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he looks up at you. “Not that I was wrong, it is a cute ass, but I can’t explain that without maybe overwhelming you again.” You nod and bite your lip and look around before looking at him again.

“I mean, you could tell me, we’re alone.” You say shyly. Bucky huffs a laugh and looks off to the side before deciding to lean in. And whisper.

“It means I want to touch it. Spank it, squeeze it in my hands, kiss it, and many other things that can’t say but can’t wait to teach you all about.” He smirks and leans in to place a kiss on your cheek. Your breath catches and before you can even think about it you turn and kiss his cheek back. Bucky smiles and takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He steps back and motions for you to turn around and sit in your seat the right way. You smile and do as he asked. He shuts the door and takes a deep breath. “Okay Bucky, get it together.” He walks around and climbs in the drivers seat.

“You’re driving??” You ask and Bucky laughs.

“Yes, I happen to be a great driver.” He kisses your hand and turns the car on as the back door opens and Steve climbs in. “Alright, lunch and then sight seeing!” You smile and buckle your seatbelt, ready to watch the scenery go by.

Lunch is great and the conversation never stops. They keep encouraging you to speak your mind and make your own choices, which includes if you wanted ice cream after. “I really shouldn’t, the sisters say you shouldn’t indulge too much.”

“Eehhh fuck them!” Bucky exclaims as he hands you the ice cream menu. “Do it, you know you wanna.”

“Just pick a flavor.” Steve says.

“Come on Doll just an ice cream cone! It’ll be delicious!” Bucky smirks and Steve laughs.

“Yeah just a little one!” He smirks as well. You giggle and exclaim.

“Okay, fine!” You laugh and cover your face as they cheer. You get an ice cream cone and enjoy every single lick and bite. Bucky and Steve regret their encouragement of your choice as it becomes harder and harder for both of them to just watch you. “Mmhmm” you moan, “this is so good!!” You lick a long stripe up the side of the ice cream, the vanilla ice cream. Bucky is starting to think you aren’t as innocent as you let on and that you’re doing this on purpose. Steve just covers his mouth and watches your every move till you’re done. “Wow, that’s really was delicious.” You smile brightly and notice their scent and the tension in their faces. “Oh, umm did I do something wrong?!” You wipe your face and look down at the table, Steve reaches over and takes your hand.

“No sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He looks at Bucky, “and when you are living with us you will understand why that made us scent this way.” He laughs and kisses your hand before letting it go. “Now that we are all done, let’s go see some sights, huh?!” You wiggle with excitement as you scoot out of the booth. Bucky and Steve laugh and wrap their arms around you and walk you to the car. They take you around the whole city, The Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Rockefeller, Time Square, temper even drag you to Brooklyn and show you where they used to live and where they would go for drinks back in the 40’s. It was so special and you took photos on your new phone in every space. You took photos of Steve and Bucky and they took them of you. They even taught you how to take a selfie and you got quite a few with them. You are exhausted by the time you climb back in the car. “Come here Honey, come sit back here with me and you can rest your head on my shoulder as we head back to the convent.” Your scent changes and they both groan in agreement. “I know, I don’t want to take you back there either, but only 6 more days and then you’re with us.” He kisses your forehead and you cuddle close. It feels so right and natural that you don’t even think about how close you are to him, you just wish Bucky was sitting behind you and holding you as well.

As the SUV pulls up to the convent you feel your mood shift. You sit up and scoot away from Steve fixing your dress and hair. Bucky is watching you from the rearview and he smiles. “You look great, Doll. Absolutely Stunning.” You blush and look down at your lap. You hand Steve your phone.

“Oh no, you keep that.” Steve says.

“The sisters won’t allow it.” You explain. Bucky clear his throat and hops out of the car. He opens your door and smiles up at you.

“Let us worry about that, sweet girl. Just take your phone and charger, put it in your purse. It’s fully charged so you shouldn’t have to charge it tonight and we can charge it in the car tomorrow.” He kisses your forehead. “Come on, let’s get you inside and ready for bed.” He winks and helps you out of the SUV. They both walk you up to the door and you open it, calling out.

“Sisters? Mother? I’m back.” You say and you hear one of the other Omegas peak down the stairs. He blushes at the sight of Steve and Bucky. You see him and hiss “Andy! Go! I don’t want you in trouble!” He laughs and disappears. You look back at both of them and shrug. “I guess they are in a meeting.” Just then Mother superior and Sister Jessica come around the corner.

“Oh good, you’re back!” Mother kisses your cheek and you try not to shove her off.

“Yes she is back, she has a phone now so we can keep in touch with her.” Bucky says and Steve gives them both a look. They sigh and wave it off.

“Fine, but if we find you have been inappropriate with her-“ Sister Jessica starts and Bucky cuts her off.

“Nothing like that has happened or will happen. It’s for emergencies seeing as we are her legal Alphas now.” Bucky explains and looks down at you. “She knows how to use it and she knows when she needs to.” He looks at them both and nods. They both sigh again.

“Head upstairs and get ready for bed,” Sister Jessica tells you and starts to follow. Steve calls after her.

“Hey! No examinations!” He yells and she turns around and looks at the mother. She nods to sister Jessica and she grumbles and stomps back down the stairs.

“They come in with their Alpha money and change everything we do.” She walks past them and pays them no respect that an Alpha would normally demand but they aren’t gonna push that at the moment. The Mother looks at them both and laughs.

“She’s spirited. Will you be back tomorrow?” She asks and Bucky looks at her.

“Yes, we will be here at 12 and we will take her for lunch and then dinner.” Bucky explains and the Mother nods and leaves. You sit on the top stair and look down at them as they get ready to leave, begging them to look back at you just before they leave. Bucky and Steve pats each other on the back and then sigh as they turn to leave. Bucky looks up and sees you, he smiles and nudges Steve. They both smile and wave, Bucky winks and Steve looks you up and down. You giggle and bite your lip as you wave and then dash to your room, closing the door and locking it behind you. You get ready for bed and curl up before pulling out your he phone. You see a text from Steve and Bucky.

Text

*Doll, you are amazing and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.*

*Honey, wear a nice dancing dress for tomorrow.*

You giggle and hop up to go ahead and pick out your dress for tomorrow, dancing sounds like just the fun you need.

Steve and Bucky catch their breath as they lay in bed, exhausted and blissed out. “Okay, a day full of sexual tension?! This was great but wow was that hard.” Bucky says and Steve laughs. He turns over and kisses Bucky.

“You had to tell her to get an ice cream cone, just had to!” Steve teases and Bucky laughs before he spanks Steve’s ass.

“Hey! It made for a great time for us tonight, didn’t it?!” Bucky jokes and Steve laughs.

“Yeah I guess it did.” He sits up and pulls Bucky along to get ready for bed. They both send you a text about seeing you tomorrow and then call it a night.

“We gotta get her out of there soon.” Bucky mumbles and Steve agrees. Hopefully the sisters are standing by Steve and Bucky’s rules and not harassing you anymore. Cause if they are, Bucky might just have to go Winter Soldier on them and he won’t feel bad about it at all.

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jegulily waiting for a child microfic part 2! careful || part 1 || @taylorswiftmicrofic || wc: 812

“It's so small. Smaller than I expected,” James says in a whisper as he wraps his arms around Lily's five-months-pregnant bump.

“Can you grow a bigger one?” Lily replies with a laugh as she continues to carefully run the razor along James' jaw, shaving away the remnants of his morning stubble.

Five minutes ago, James was doing it on his own, looking at himself in the mirror with a frown. There was blood just under his lower lip where he hadn't been so careful with the razor. So when Lily walked into their bathroom in the morning, she couldn't ignore her husband's embarrassing suffering and set about helping him.

James now has his back to the mirror, leaning slightly so that she can work with his face at her height. His hands are on her round belly, stroking her bare skin, running his fingertips along the white stretch marks on her skin. Lily's hands gently circle his face and apply gentle pressure, shaving away the stubble along with the shaving foam that cools his skin.

“Oh, I wish I could,” James says, returning to the conversation, only half jokingly. That way he would be able to stay at home all the time as he wanted. James doesn't say it, but Lily's eyes meet his and flicker, noticing the sadness in her husband's gaze.

“I've been thinking about something…” she begins cautiously. James tilts his head slightly, but doesn't stop her from continuing to manipulate the razor. “You can raise your price list, right?”

“Why?” he asks, a little puzzled. James has been working as a massage therapist for eight years now and rents an office in the city center. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't proud of his success - the best athletes and several celebrities in their city use his services, and some even invite him to their homes to give them private sessions. And of course, James charges a lot of money for this level of skills and experience.

“Oh, you know, your regular clients can afford it. I'm sure they'll stay with you even if the price doubles,” Lily picks up a damp towel to wipe James' face of the remaining shaving foam. Her voice trails off as she adds, “And you'll be able to afford to spend more time at home, right?”

Her green eyes look at James with hope. She knows how much James has been putting on himself these past few months. Of course she does. He doesn't even have to voice those thoughts and feelings, Lily and Regulus read his every thought in those moments when James comes home from work late at night and finds them on the couch wrapped in a blanket and covered in brownie crumbs. When he leaves for work early in the morning, sometimes while both of his partners are still in bed. When Regulus talks enthusiastically about something that happened during the day and about new information he found on the Internet about newborns.

James never says what is bothering him because of his particular and biggest fear. That they will stop sharing with him everything that happens in his absence so as not to hurt his feelings.

There are days when James wishes his job was as flexible as Regulus' and he could just work from home. Although their plans for the big house already include the idea of a separate office space for James for clients who are willing to travel out of town to visit him.

Putting down the towel, Lily cradles James' face in both hands, and he rubs lightly against her palms like a cat hungry for touch. The man has to cover his eyes to keep the tears from falling because of the flood of thoughts that has overwhelmed him. It seems that he is the one who has experienced all the emotionality that is typical during pregnancy.

All this time, James' hands remained on Lily's rounded pregnant bump - these days he tried to maintain physical contact with his wife whenever possible. Even when his profession required him to be skillful with touching other people, he had never been so careful and caring with anyone but his partners.

Lily gives him this time to think and gently strokes his cheeks. And James begins, “I think…” when something happens.

A light push coming from somewhere inside the woman's belly. A very light impact wave that James feels under his palm and makes two pairs of eyes look down.

James doesn't remove his hands, but instead spreads both palms to cover the entire surface of Lily's belly. And he feels it again - a kick. A small hand or foot that responds to the sound of his voice, to the warmth of his hands, and wants to say hello.

This time, James doesn't close his eyes, but lets the tears roll down his cheeks.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

bunny i think grumpy sam being in a situation where he has to interact with other parents would be so funny

PAIRING: teen dad!sam monroe

FLUFF ❦

Sam hated this. The daycare, to be exact. The fluorescent lights. The sound of a hundred tiny voices screeching at once.

He moved fast since his ears caught the sharp music of the school's bell ring. It only took him minutes to finally go through the day-care's door building. Power-walking through the hallway, he had his hoodie up with hands shoved in his pockets, trying to find and squeeze himself out of people's way to Vinnie's 'classroom' before some overly enthusiastic daycare worker would try to make eye contact with him.

“Thammy!”

His head snapped up just in time to see Vinnie wobbling towards him, little arms already wide open, cheeks rosy from running around all day and giggling his little lungs out.

Sam quickly composed himself and kneeled, scooping up the toddler by his armpits. “Hey, dude.” He eyes the toddler, noticing the glitter on his chubby hands. “What the hell happened to you?”

Vinnie gibbered excitedly, half-English, half-baby talk Sam had no idea of, before wiggling in Sam’s hold. He clearly was thrilled about something, and Sam’s about to ask what—

Then he hears them.

“—Oh! That must be him!”

Sam stiffened.

Slowly, he turns his head. And here they are. His nightmare, his hell on earth - other, too extravert, parents. Thankfully there were only two of them. Both well-dressed, smiling, suspiciously normal. A woman in a beige coat clutched a tiny backpack, and next to her, a man in dad sneakers was adjusting his daughter’s pink hat. Both of them were looking directly at Sam.

He hated this even more.

The woman stepped forward, beaming. “You must be Vinnie’s brother!”

Sam blinked.

…his what?

“Oh, Carter talks about him all the time,” the dad chimed in, grinning at Vinnie as he patted his daughter’s head. “They played together today, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” The little girl—Carter, apparently—nodded shyly, peeking at Vinnie from behind her dad’s leg.

Vinnie, on the other hand, waved his tiny glitter-covered hand. GIGGLING. Sam cleared his throat, adjusting him on his hip. “Uh. I’m—”

“Oh, you two look so alike!” the woman gushed, continuing her abnormal talk. “Same eyes, same hair—”

“Yeah, that’s—”

“It’s so sweet of you to pick him up every day! You must be such a helpful big brother.”

…Okay, that’s enough.

Sam inhaled sharply, trying not to physically combust. “Yeah, uh—not his brother.”

Both parents blink in utter confusion.“Oh?”

“I’m his dad.”

Silence.

The couple stared.

Sam stared back while vinnie, oblivious to the tension, happily smacked his chubby hand against Sam’s face, leaving a handprint of glitter in it's awake.

Finally, the dad was brave enough to clear his throat and stop this judgmental, weird silence. “Oh! Oh. Wow. I—” He laughed awkwardly. “That’s… that’s great!”

The woman, still processing, looked at her husband in, what Sam read was, confusion before she plastered on a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Oh, well! That’s wonderful. We just assumed, because, well… you’re so young, and—”

Sam mentally checked out. Turning his back to the couple, he rolled his eyes at them. Ugh, he should have just sent his mom to pick up vinnie. He wouldn't have to deal with this shit. Sam crouched down, carefully shoving Vinnie’s feet into tiny sneakers, nodding along as the woman kept nervously rambling.

“—but that’s amazing! Really! You must be very mature for your age.”

Sam snorted. Yeah, sure. That’s one way to put it.

Finally, Vinnie was dressed. Sam, grabbing Vinnie's little backpack, scooped him up right back, nodding once and for the last time. “Cool. Well. We’re gonna go.”

“Oh! Of course!” The dad nodded quickly. “Nice to meet you!”

The woman waved enthusiastically at Vinnie. “Bye, sweetheart!”

Vinnie only clapped his little hands in response. Giggles leaving his wide opened mouth while Sam just walked away. Fast. Faster than he should have probably. The second he stepped outside, he let out a long, exhausted breath, as if he was holding inside his lungs all the air from the situation.

“Dude.” He shook his head. “I’m never doing that again.”

Vinnie just leaned against his shoulder, content as ever, to which Sam rolled his eyes. “Glad one of us had a good time.”

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Doctor’s Orders

| this drabble contains sexual content ;) |

Some things are just unavoidable in life.

A breakup, a spilt coffee on a brand new shirt, or in Soarynn’s case, a visit to the doctor.

She has nothing against the medical world, nor the professionals who work in it. On the contrary, she’s glad for the Capitol’s doctors who keep her happy and healthy. It’s their big, pointy needles that she hates.

But one cannot exist without the other it seems.

This visit, however, will not require any poking or prodding, she was assured by the receptionist that it was strictly a routine checkup. And besides, Dr. Kyte is a phenomenal doctor, always making Soarynn feel more than comfortable while taking a glance at her most intimate places.

She bounces her knee up and down while sitting on the counter with a small cushion and paper that crinkles every time she moves. It shouldn’t take more than an hour, not that she has anywhere important to be but once again, she’s not the biggest fan of the doctor’s office.

She’s been having some nausea, back pain, and tender breasts. But she hasn’t gotten to that time of the month yet which worries her. She’s two weeks late.

Still a virgin but it doesn’t hurt to check!

There’s a knock at the door and she straightens up, “Come in.”

Soarynn is fully expecting Dr. Kyte to walk in with her light brown hair pulled back into a bun and glasses to be on the bridge of her nose. So when a man, a very handsome man walks in, she’s surprised, to say the least.

He’s got a clipboard in one hand and is wearing the standard white coat so he must be a doctor. Perhaps he’s in the wrong room. He looks at her with a polite smile, “Hello, I’m Dr. Snow.”

When he extends his hand, Soarynn does not take it. “Oh, um, I think you might have the wrong room,” she tells him with a hushed voice, “I’m here to see Dr. Kyte.”

Dr. Snow nods, shutting the door behind her, “Yes, well Dr. Kyte left about an hour ago unfortunately, there was a small family emergency so I’m filling in for her.”

Oh.

Soarynn is still like a statue while he scans over her file that’s on the clipboard, if she knew she’d be seeing a male doctor, she would have rescheduled. While he’s scanning her file, she does some scanning of her own.

Dr. Snow is very handsome. He has blonde hair, curls from the looks of it but they’re slicked back with gel. He had a sharp jawline and a prominent nose, with full lips. He’s very tall, even perched on the counter she’s shorter than him.

His blue eyes meet hers and she’s suddenly so embarrassed. He caught her staring.

“It says here that you’ve been experiencing a number of symptoms over the past few weeks.”

Soarynn manages to squeak out a response, “Mhm.”

Dr. Snow frowns, making his way over to her right where he pulls open a drawer, grabbing a pair of latex gloves to snap on. “These symptoms seem very common for women experiencing early stages of pregnancy. Are you sexually active?”

Soarynn blushes, dropping her gaze. With Dr. Kyte, she’s so honest and open. With Dr. Snow, she feels…nervous.

“No,” she says, barely a whisper.

He takes a step closer to her and she can smell the distinct scent of roses which is odd coming from a man but not unpleasant. “Ms. Nightingale, if you were the victim of sexual assault, I can assure you that this is a safe space to talk about it.”

OH!

Soarynn is more than quick to shut down any idea of being assaulted, "Oh goodness no! I swear nothing has happened to me. I simply wanted to see what the issue was, I assure you, I am not pregnant." That seems to make him feel a little bit better as he visibly relaxes, "Ah, good. When was your last cycle?"

Soarynn really doesn't remember Dr. Kyte asking all of these questions, even though they seem to be the standard procedure. It's not standard for a man who looks like a model to be asking them though. "About a month and a half ago," she answers, "that's why I'm a bit confused. I'm never late."

He eyes her curiously, she wonders how old he is. Is he married? Does he have a beautiful wife and children at home? She ever so casually glances down at his left hand, more specifically, his ring finger, and almost cheers when she sees that it's empty.

"I see, it could be a number of things, stress, diet, lack of sleep. I suggest we do the full routine checkup to ensure that nothing is amiss." Soarynn finds herself mindlessly nodding to his words, he could say anything and she'd go along with it, "Of course, I think that's more than reasonable."

Dr. Snow gives her a small smile, "Perfect, I'll have you get undressed then.”

What?

Soarynn blinks once, twice, three times before opening her mouth, “Pardon me?”

“I’d like to do a full body checkup,” he explains, “the nurse has provided you with a gown I see.” Soarynn had barely glanced at the pink gown the nurse left for her to change in. And it’s not like what she’s wearing is very practical for a checkup right now.

With her heels and tights, her skirt and blouse. No, this won’t do, changing is the best option but also the most nerve-wracking.

Dr. Snow must notice how nervous she is, “Why don’t I step out for a moment?”

She nods eagerly, grateful for the privacy, “That would be wonderful, thank you, doctor.” After offering her a polite smile, Dr. Snow steps out momentarily so that Soarynn can change and gather her thoughts at the same time.

Soarynn undresses in a methodical fashion, first her blouse, then her skirt, then her tights. Her hands slightly shake as she neatly folds them and places them on the end of the counter.

She's so nervous, why is she nervous?

Soarynn has never felt at home when visiting the doctor's office, it's so sterile, so strict. And now, so sexy.

There's a knock at the door and she almost jumps out of her skin, "Just one minute," she calls, fumbling to slip on the paper dress. Considering how much she pays for healthcare, you'd think they'd come up with some cuter clothes.

With the dress on, she feels better, safer, calmer.

"Ms. Nightingale?"

"I'm ready."

He walks back in, looking more handsome if that's even possible, "Have a seat on the counter and we'll do the full body examination." Soarynn does as she's told, careful not to tear her dress, at least she kept her bralette and panties on, wouldn't want to flash the man.

"We'll start with the eyes, nose, and throat."

Soarynn holds perfectly still while he checks her ears with one of the many instruments she knows nothing about. Soarynn tries to ignore how close he is, how if she turned her head, they'd be face-to-face, almost nose-to-nose.

Then he checks her nose, hopefully no bats are in the cave.

"I'm going to turn off the lights so I can check your eyes," he explains, going to turn off the overhead lights. Soarynn stares up at him while he shines a light into her eyes, trying not to blink. "Your eyes are a fascinating color," he tells her, going to turn the lights back on, "normally I just see blue, but you have quite a bit of gray as well."

Soarynn blushes at his words, "Thank you, my mother had the same color."

"She's no longer with you?"

"No," she says quietly, Soarynn never got to meet her mother, she died giving birth to her. Dr. Snow clears his throat, "Neither is mine, makes you want to do right by them, doesn't it?"

She nods, although she never met her mother, she still feels as if she met her in another life. According to many people who knew her mother, she could be her twin.

"Alright, now I'm going to listen to your lungs," he says, grabbing at the end of his stethoscope, "this might be a little cold" he warns. Soarynn braces herself for the cold but still jumps when the cold metal touches her skin, "Sorry," he mumbles, pulling it away, "let me try to warm it up for you."

Soarynn watches Dr. Snow rub the stethoscope between his hands in an attempt to warm it up for her. Is this what good healthcare looks like? "Here, this should be much better," he tells her, pressing it to her skin again. And it is much better.

"Thank you," she says. He simply nods, "Now take a deep breath for me." Soarynn does as she's told, taking in several deep breaths while he moves the instrument around her chest, pressing it onto the paper dress.

"I'm going to have you turn around so I can listen from the back." Soarynn awkwardly turns on the counter so he can listen to her lungs more, "Good," he says quietly, "just breathe in and out, you're doing great."

Soarynn didn't think she had a praise kink, but she might have just formed one. With this man exclusively.

"Well, your lungs are in perfect condition," he announces, making Soarynn sigh in relief, "now I'm going to have you lie on your back so I can complete the exam."

Soarynn knows about this part of the exam, where she gets undressed and Dr. Kyte momentarily pulls her panties to the side just to make sure nothing is amiss.

The hesitance in her eyes tells him about her apprehension, "If you'd like I could have one of the nurses conduct this part of the exam." Soarynn thinks about the cute lace panties she chose to wear this morning, completely oblivious to who would be seeing them right now.

"There's no need," she decides, going to lie down on her back.

He looks surprised by her boldness but it's about time she started acting more confident. "I'm going to untie your dress," he tells her, fingers methodically undoing the three ties in the front of her dress.

It only takes a moment for the cold air to fully hit her almost naked body. Soarynn stares up at the ceiling while his fingers ghost over the soft skin of her stomach, "I'm just going to press down on your stomach," he explains, pressing his fingers into her soft skin. Soarynn squirms a the touch, a giggle escapes her lips and she clamps her mouth shut.

"Sorry, I'm a bit ticklish."

He smiles down at her, "Me too."

Oh, well, in that case, they should just get married.

"I'm going to have you unbutton your brassier for just a moment so I can examine you for any foreign bumps that might be harmful to your health." Soarynn's hands slip under her back, skillfully undoing her clasp.

His fingers are cold as they gently slide her bralette down, baring her breasts to him. And it's cold, which means...they're cold. Standing at high alert in fact. Her nipples might be the death of her.

His hands are large and he gently grabs her right breast, dutifully feeling for lumps before he moves to the left one, "Everything feels good," he informs her, "we can go ahead and put this back on."

A wave of confidence washes over her and she's speaking before she can even process it, "Or we could leave it off."

He looks down at her, blinking once, twice.

"Okay."

Soarynn's hands tremble when he moves down her body, stopping right next to her hipbone, "The last part of this exam might feel a bit intrusive, but it's only for a minute," he assures her, "I'll simply have you pull down your underwear, I'll do a quick inspection and you'll be able to get dressed again."

"Okay, Dr. Snow." Soaryn doesn't miss the way his throat bobs when she calls him that. "You needn't pull them down too far, I just need a quick look." Soarynn peels her lace panties down to about mid-thigh, farther than necessary but that's okay with her.

She doesn't mind.

His fingers brush against her folds and an involuntary moan comes out of her mouth. Fuck. Soarynn bites her lip to prevent any further noises from leaving her mouth, praying that she can get through the rest of this. His long fingers drag along her soft skin, not even touching her folds anymore but she's still so sensitive down there.

He presses against a pulse point, causing goosebumps to form all over her skin.

His hands are so cold.

"Alright, we're all done with the checkup."

Soarynn let out a sigh of relief, she didn't even know she was holding it in. "I'll step out again so you can get dressed, leave the gown on though," he says, already opening the door.

Soarynn nods and watches from her position on the cushion, waiting for the door to shut before she sits up. First, she pulls her panties back on, ignoring how there is now a wet spot forming between her thighs. Next, she puts her bralette back on, clipping it back into place before she begins tying the dress once more.

Another knock comes, but this time, she's ready.

"Come in."

Dr. Snow steps into the room with a smile on his face, polite and easygoing, calming her nerves instantly even though he's part of the reason she has any, to begin with.

"I reviewed your file mixed with the results from the full body checkup and everything seems to be in order. What I would like to recommend is a shot to help boost your hormones, it's possible that your levels have dropped."

Soarynn visibly pales at the thought of getting a shot, getting poked, a needle piercing her skin. And he seems to pick up on that rather quickly, "If you're not sure if the shot is necessary, we can always take a blood sample to see further into the issue."

Even worse!

"No," she shakes her head, quickly putting an end to getting her blood drawn, "that um, that won't be necessary. I trust you." Perhaps those aren't the most professional words to use with this man, but he does seem trustworthy, and if he just saw her hard nipples, there's not much else to hide.

"I'm just scared of needles," she explains, resting her hands on her thighs, "I usually need someone to hold my hand." Dr. Kyte always has a nurse come in to hold Soarynn's hand while she administers the shot, but she's not here.

He nods, looking down at the floor, he's wearing shiny black shoes. He looks very important right now.

"I see. Well, I don't think we have any available nurses at the moment, unless you'd like to wait for one."

Soarynn worries her bottom lip between her teeth, she doesn't want to seem like a baby, even though she definitely is one when it comes to shots. But maybe this can be a learning experience for her.

"It's fine," she decides, "I can handle it."

Dr. Snow grins, "Atta girl, it'll be quick, I'll have to inject the vaccine into your neck though."

Oh.

He needs to work on mentioning everything before she agrees to it.

Her voice cracks, "Okay."

Soarynn watches Dr. Snow pull open several drawers, pulling out a syringe, a vial, a wipe to clean her skin, and a bandaid.

At least the bandaid is pink.

"Which side of the neck?" He asks, looking left to right. Soarynn shrugs, it's going to hurt either way, "Right."

He nods, stepping forward but then he pauses, it's a bit of an awkward position that they're in. "Maybe I could just spread my legs," she suggests, batting her lashes up at him, "so you can get closer." Dr. Snow bites the inside of his cheek, gripping the syringe tighter, "Sure."

Soarynn does exactly that, spreading her legs so he can stand between them. The paper dress rides up on her thighs, baring her lace panties to him. His breath trembles for a moment, "Alright, is it okay if I rest my hand on your thigh?"

It's suddenly very hot in here.

"Of course, Dr. Snow."

He places his right hand on her left thigh, his fingers are still cold but she welcomes the sensation. They're also very close to her cunt. She chooses to ignore that part.

Soarynn watches from the corner of her eye as he brings the syringe up, their faces are inches apart now. She tilts her head to the side, baring her neck, "Is it alright if I push your dress down off your shoulders?"

"Mhm."

He gently tugs her paper dress down, exposing her chest once again and Soarynn closes her eyes, tensing and preparing for the piercing needle to penetrate her skin.

Instead, it's his fingers penetrating her cunt.

Soarynn moans, throwing her head back and arching her back at two of his long digits plunging deep into her cunt, pressing right against her sweet spot. "Oh," she gasps, her chest pressing against his, "oh please."

His breaths are on her neck instead of the needle, then his lips, sucking hard on her tender skin. His fingers thrust into her at a rapid pace, making it known how wet she was for Dr. Snow. It almost feels like a dream, a terrible, nasty, forbidden dream she should not be having.

"You like that?"

Soarynn whimpers, her eyes rolling back, "Yes," she whines, latching a hand onto his forearm, "yes Dr. Snow, I like it."

"I knew you needed something to distract you, to take your little mind off of the bigger things in life." Soarynn is at a loss for words, his fingers feel so fucking good. Her toes are curling and she can barely hold herself up so he removes his hand from her thigh to wrap his arm around her waist.

His lips travel from her neck to her jawline, then, to her lips.

It's a lustful, passionate kiss shared between them, a forbidden desire.

"So wet," he says against her lips, "so needy, so willing to take it, aren't you? Bet you'd spread your legs for anyone huh? A doctor, a lawyer, a President, anything and anyone to fill your greedy little cunt."

Soarynn tries to shake her head but it's pointless. He's right.

His fingers slam into her so fast, hitting that sweet spot every single time without fail. Soarynn shrieks when his thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in tight circles to bring her to a delicious orgasm.

"That's right," he says, panting, "gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl huh? Can't take a shot but you can take other things right?"

Soarynn moans, her walls flutter around his fingers, and his words cause that wire inside of her to snap.

Dr. Snow doesn't let up one bit though, in fact, he starts going harder. "I can't," she whines, trying to push away from him but he's so much stronger than she is, bigger, taller, larger. His cock is probably huge.

"You can," he tells her, his voice laced with authority, "and you will. Be my good little slut and cum for me again Soarynn, I want this entire building to know what a slut you are for me."

His saying that reminds her of what a shameful, scandalous position she's currently in right now. Getting finger-fucked by her doctor at the doctor's office.

People are in the next room getting a prescription, she's in this room getting fucking pounded.

"Please," she mumbles, "please, please, please."

Her brain has been turned into mush, she can't think straight, talk straight, even look straight.

All she wants is another orgasm.

"Already dumbed down huh? Can't think about anything else but my fingers huh? That's all you want, all you need, isn't it baby? Just need to be filled all the time, keep your pretty little mind filled with pleasure and sex."

His lips are on hers again, this time more aggressively as he bites at her bottom lip. Soarynn gives him full control, letting him lead so she can mindlessly follow.

Her next orgasm is riding up on her and his fingers are going faster than before, her cunt is slick, making the most obscene noises right now in front of her doctor, a man who went to school for years. All for her to fall apart on his fingers.

"Cum for me Soarynn," he orders, his voice harsh, "cum all over my fingers like the little fuckdoll you are."

That's all it takes.

Soarynn sees white when her second orgasm hits her, her body goes limp in his arms, hoping he'll keep her upright while she moans loudly.

Soarynn's eyes begin to drift shut, growing heavier and heavier before they close and all she can think about is how he never gave her that shot.

꧁ ꧂

When Soarynn's eyes open, she's in her bedroom.

She looks to her right and finds a glass of water on her nightstand, along with a bowl of fruits. When she looks to her left, her boyfriend is staring down at her, a proud smirk on his lips.

"You really got into it this time," she mumbles, snuggling up to his side. Coriolanus has since removed his white doctor's coat, and the rest of his clothes for that matter from what she can feel, most likely just in his boxers.

Coriolanus chuckles, smoothing down her blonde hair, "You were much more confident this time," he replies, "telling me to leave your breasts exposed really threw me for a loop." Soarynn grins up at him, usually when they do these roleplay things, she's a shaking, timid, shy little thing. She's been a client for a lawyer, a secretary for the President, and now a virgin patient for a doctor.

It's a rush.

The first time he ever mentioned it, she hadn't been so sure about it. Pretending to be someone else? It was strange.

But then she learned to love it, getting to play around like she was someone else. And it was just extremely hot, the whole "forbidden romance" genre has always been a favorite in her books. Soarynn has read countless books about these types of relationships and now, she gets to live out her fantasy.

And Coriolanus gets to pretend to be powerful in every situation, holding power over those below him and thriving in his new role while fucking her senseless.

It's a win-win situation.

"I had to catch you off guard," she says nonchalantly, "and I thought you were going to fuck me, not finger me." He laughs, "Is there a difference?"

"There's a very big difference."

Coriolanus yawns, they always do these things late at night, and this time, they were in one of their spare closets, using spare counter space and floor space to create a believable doctor's office.

"Well that's because I plan on fucking you all night long darling, I'm still not done with you so I hope you're ready for an all-night affair."

Soarynn's eyes light up at the prospect of sex all night long, a weary concept to some people, but not to her. Sex with Coriolanus is amazing, whether they're playing pretend or being themselves.

It's always good.

"Is that so?" She murmurs, slowly pushing herself to sit up next to him, "I have to stay in bed with you all night?"

Even though they aren't pretending anymore, his throat still bobs. It's rare that she catches him off guard so she cherishes every moment she has of it.

But he recovers smoothly, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.

"Mhm," he responds, slipping a hand between her thighs. Soarynn sighs at the touch, always welcomed, always wanted.

"Is that an order?"

Perhaps next time he could be a Peacekeeper who arrests her.

The next words he whispers send a shiver down her spine.

"Doctor's orders."

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[christopherisfoive]

Cold Burn (Chapter 4)

!idol reader x Seungmin; enemies to lovers

Word Count: (It literally won't let me move it from here lol)

Note: I wrote this super late last night and tried to edit my best but sorry if there are any mistakes, going back to drafting on docs because tumblr hates me. It has been a long week. Thank you for reading, I appreciate it <3 (it will eventually make sense i promise)

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The city was alive with the midday rush, bustling streets and flashing signs lining every corner. It should’ve felt freeing after being cooped up in venues and hotels for the past few weeks, but even with the fresh air, I still felt off.

I adjusted my mask, letting my hood cast a shadow over my face as I followed behind my group.

It was supposed to be a day off.

But my mind was still playing back every mistake I’d made on stage during the tour.

I should have been enjoying this break. But instead, I was still holding onto every mistake, every moment that made me feel like I was losing control.

And then, like perfectly timed chaos, I heard it—the sound of cameras clicking.

Whispers turned into excited calls.

I instinctively pulled my hood lower, keeping my face neutral as the others started interacting.

A group of fans and paparazzi had spotted us, and before I could even process it, they were already approaching fast.

"Oh my god, it’s Stray Kids and Stellar!" one girl squealed, phone already out.

The energy shifted immediately.

Han, Hyunjin, and Leah engaged easily, smiling and waving. Bang Chan answered a few quick questions, even as security started stepping in to maintain a barrier.

Then came the actual questions.

"Y/N! Can you talk about your solo stage? People said it didn’t seem like your usual energy!"

"Is it true you don’t like performing live?"

"Are you okay? You seemed out of sync in the last show!"

I ignored them.

I always ignored them.

Instead, I kept walking, keeping my gaze forward, shoulders tense under my hoodie.

That was all it took to shift the crowd’s mood.

People started stepping in front of me, blocking my path, shoving phones and cameras in my direction.

The excitement turned to pushy persistence.

"Why won’t you say anything?"

"Y/N, just one word for your fans?"

I clenched my jaw and sidestepped them, but it was too late.

Someone moved in too close.

Before I could react, a fan—a girl, maybe late teens, wearing a hoodie with our group’s name on it—stepped right into my space.

"Why do you always ignore us?" Her voice was sharp, demanding.

I took a step back, my pulse spiking. Too close. Way too close.

She didn't stop. "Other idols talk to their fans. What’s your problem?"

Before I could respond—before I could even process how uncomfortable I felt—she lifted her phone closer to my face, snapping a photo at point-blank range.

I barely kept my composure, my breath hitching as I turned away sharply.

Security finally stepped in, blocking her as one of our managers started ushering us forward.

But the damage was already done.

I could already hear the murmurs.

"What’s wrong with her?"

"So rude."

"Seungmin would never act like that."

And of course—there he was.

I glanced up just in time to see him smiling effortlessly, answering questions, personally greeting every fan that came up to him.

Easy. Natural. Everything I wasn’t.

I could already feel his judgment from across the crowd.

To him, I probably looked like the worst kind of idol.

What he didn’t know was that I had my reasons.

And I wasn’t about to explain myself to him.

The second we finally got away from the crowd, I could feel the weight of the encounter still pressing on my chest. My steps were quick, my head down, but I could still hear the lingering whispers, the judgment heavy in the air.

I wasn’t sure if it was my own overthinking or if they were actually talking about me, but it didn’t matter.

The damage was already done.

As we turned the corner onto a quieter street, I felt someone fall into step beside me.

I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

"You could at least pretend to care."

I exhaled sharply, barely sparing Seungmin a glance before looking ahead again. "Not in the mood, Seungmin."

"Oh, I know," he said, voice casual but laced with something sharp. "You’re never in the mood, right?"

I clenched my jaw. "Drop it."

But of course, he didn’t.

"Seriously, what’s your deal?" He scoffed. "You act like it’s such a burden to interact with people who support you. The rest of us can handle it just fine. Why is it so hard for you?"

That did it.

I stopped walking, turning to him with narrowed eyes. "You have no idea what you’re talking about."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over his chest. "Don’t I?"

I let out a sharp breath, shaking my head. "Not everything is as easy as you make it seem, Seungmin."

"No," he agreed, "but being decent to the people who made your career possible isn’t that hard."

The words hit me harder than I expected.

I had spent years learning how to brush off the criticism, how to let things roll off my back.

But for some reason, hearing it from him—someone who already thought the worst of me—made my blood boil.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "You don’t get to judge me."

"Then give me a reason not to."

The challenge was clear in his expression, in the way he refused to look away first.

I had so much I wanted to say.

But I knew it wouldn’t matter.

Not yet.

So instead, I just exhaled sharply and turned away, continuing forward.

"That’s what I thought," Seungmin muttered behind me, before falling back into step with the others.

I didn’t look back.

But the anger sat heavy in my chest, burning quietly.

-

The hotel lobby was quiet, save for the occasional footsteps of staff moving around and the faint sound of music playing from the lounge area. Most of the others had already gone up to their rooms or found their own ways to unwind after the long day.

I had planned to do the same.

Instead, I found myself sitting in the corner of the lobby, scrolling through my phone, letting the harsh glow of the screen burn into my eyes.

I knew I should’ve put it away.

I knew I shouldn’t have been reading any of this.

But my fingers kept moving, my screen lighting up with headlines, forum posts, and brutal opinions dissecting everything about me.

"Y/N is proof that visuals matter more than talent in the industry."

"Best 4th Gen Dancer my ass."

"She’s not even the best in her group—why does she get so much attention?"

"I heard she got her spot because of connections, not skill. Makes sense why she’s so stiff on stage."

"You really think she made it this far just by ‘working hard’? LMAO, be serious."

My stomach twisted, and I could feel my pulse in my fingertips.

The accusations weren’t new—I had heard whispers like this for years. But somehow, seeing it laid out so blatantly, with thousands of likes and shares, made it feel heavier.

Worse.

Like no matter what I did, no matter how much effort I put in, there were still people who would never respect me.

I barely noticed when someone sat down in the chair across from me, but I did feel the weight of their stare.

"You still look at that stuff?"

I flinched slightly, my thumb freezing mid-scroll.

I glanced up to see Jeongin, leaning back in the chair across from me, arms crossed.

I quickly locked my phone, shoving it onto the table. "It’s nothing."

"Didn’t look like nothing."

His voice wasn’t accusing, just matter-of-fact.

I sighed, running a hand over my face. "Just people talking. Same as always."

Jeongin didn’t respond right away. He just sat there, watching me like he was waiting for me to be honest.

After a beat, he exhaled, shaking his head. "You know none of that’s real, right?"

I let out a small, dry laugh. "Yeah, sure."

Jeongin frowned, his usual playfulness gone. "Y/N."

I forced myself to meet his eyes, but my chest felt tight.

I didn’t want to talk about this. Not now.

So I shrugged. "It’s fine. Doesn’t matter."

Jeongin studied me for a second longer before pushing off the chair, leaning forward to grab my phone.

Without asking, he flipped it face-down on the table.

"Then stop looking."

His tone was soft but firm. A simple statement, not a suggestion.

I swallowed, my fingers twitching slightly.

Jeongin sighed, his expression less teasing than usual, more serious. "Don’t let them win, Y/N."

And with that, he stood up, walking off toward the elevators.

I sat there for a moment, staring at my phone, my reflection faint in the dark screen.

I should’ve let it go.

But the words were still burned into my mind.

And I wasn’t sure if I knew how.

-

The burn in my throat started a few nights ago. Subtle at first, just a scratch that I figured would go away with enough water and rest.

Except, there was no rest.

Not when we were on back-to-back schedules, traveling city to city, rehearsing between shows, barely enough time to breathe, let alone recover.

I pushed through like always.

Now, standing in the middle of the rehearsal room, sweat clinging to my skin, I felt off.

The usual ache from training felt heavier today, my limbs sluggish, my breath coming shorter than it should have.

I rolled my shoulders back, ignoring the way my vision blurred for half a second.

I was fine.

Across the room, Jeongin watched me.

I caught the way his brows furrowed slightly, the way his gaze lingered as I moved through the choreography.

I knew that look.

I ignored it.

"Let’s go again," Chan called out, already stepping forward to reset the formation.

I exhaled sharply, steadying my stance, locking my body into position as the music cued up again.

But the moment I took my first step, I felt it.

The slight dip in my balance, the way my head felt lighter than it should have.

I corrected it immediately, moving into the next beat as if nothing had happened.

But Jeongin saw.

And so did Seungmin.

I felt his gaze before I even turned his way, a glance quick enough to catch the way his expression flickered—something almost unreadable flashing across his face.

For once, he didn’t say anything.

I wasn’t sure if it was the heat of the room or my own body turning against me, but every time we restarted the routine, my chest felt tighter.

I took a deep breath, forcing air into my lungs, willing my body to cooperate.

I couldn’t stop now.

Not when I had spent the last few weeks feeling like I was slipping. Not when people were already questioning whether I deserved to be here.

I needed them to see me succeed.

So I kept going.

Even when my legs felt heavier than they should have.

Even when my head felt like it was filled with static.

Even when I knew—knew—I was moving on sheer willpower alone.

I felt the weight of Jeongin’s stare first.

He wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore—I could see him watching between reps, his usual easy-going expression replaced with something more cautious.

But he didn’t say anything.

Neither did Seungmin.

I caught his gaze in the mirror, just for a second.

He was standing off to the side, arms crossed, eyes narrowed just slightly.

For once, there was no smirk. No sharp remarks.

Just quiet observation.

I ignored them both.

I had to.

The music started again, the pounding bass vibrating through my body, rattling in my chest.

I moved on instinct, letting my muscle memory carry me through—each step, each transition, each sharp hit of the beat.

But something was off.

I felt it before I saw it.

The moment my foot landed wrong, I knew. The angle was off, the weight uneven. My body moved a fraction of a second behind my mind, and suddenly—

I was out of sync.

Just for half a beat.

But in this world, half a beat was everything.

I immediately corrected, snapping into place, but the mistake had already happened. I could feel the eyes on me.

Someone spoke. "Y/N, what was that?"

I blinked, chest rising and falling faster than it should’ve been.

My mind scrambled for a response, but the words weren’t there.

I wasn’t fully there.

"I—" My voice sounded strange, distant, like it belonged to someone else.

Across from me, Ari’s gaze sharpened.

She saw it.

But she didn’t get the chance to say anything.

I sucked in a breath, forcing my posture straight, willing my body to hold itself together.

"Let’s go again," I said quickly, pretending nothing happened.

I needed to shake this off.

I needed them to see me succeed.

Even if my body had other plans.

The music thundered through the speakers, vibrating through the stage beneath my feet.

I kept moving. Kept pushing.

Every step felt heavier, like my limbs were fighting against me. My skin was damp with sweat, but I felt cold.

It was getting harder to breathe.

The stage lights burned hot, casting everything in a hazy glow. The air felt thick, each inhale tighter than the last.

And then—

The misstep.

The dizziness.

The moment my body finally gave out beneath me.

The floor rushed toward me, the sharp gasp of someone nearby cutting through the ringing in my ears.

The music stopped.

Someone called my name.

I barely heard them before everything faded to black.

The moment my body hit the stage, everything exploded into chaos.

The music cut off instantly.

Footsteps—rushed, frantic—pounded against the stage floor as voices overlapped in panic.

"Y/N!"

"Someone get the staff!"

I felt hands on me—someone kneeling beside me, another hand brushing my hair back, the fabric of my sweat-soaked clothes sticking to my skin.

I was aware of it all, but everything felt distant. Like I was watching it happen from the outside, my limbs too heavy to respond.

"Is she breathing okay?" Ari’s voice was the sharpest, her usual calm cracked with pure fear.

"She’s burning up," Leah’s voice trembled. "We need to get her offstage—now."

Someone lifted me slightly, supporting my upper body. The movement made my stomach turn, a weak groan escaping before I could stop it.

"She’s conscious," Jeongin said quickly, relief barely masking the tension in his voice.

A shaky breath. My lips parted, but no words came out.

Through the haze, I caught a glimpse of Seungmin standing a few steps away.

Frozen.

For the first time since this tour started, he looked…unsure. His usual sharp eyes were wide, his lips pressed into a thin line as if he wasn’t sure what to say.

But I couldn’t focus on him.

Because my head was spinning, my skin was on fire, and the weight of every mistake, every moment I ignored my body’s warning signs, had finally come crashing down.

And now?

I wasn’t in control anymore.

The coolness of the backstage area barely helped with the heat radiating off my skin.

I felt cold and hot at the same time, my limbs too heavy, my breathing uneven.

Voices blurred together.

"Her temperature is high."

"She needs fluids—has she eaten today?"

"She’s completely burned out."

I tried to speak to tell them I was fine, but my throat felt raw. The most I could manage was a weak, halfhearted shake of my head.

"Don’t try to talk," Ari’s voice was there, close, softer than before. "They’re just checking your vitals."

I swallowed, eyes flickering open.

The faces above me were blurry, shifting in and out of focus. A few staff members kneeled beside me, pressing a cool cloth to my forehead, speaking in hushed tones.

Ari, Leah, Jeongin, and Lee Know were still there.

Lee Know stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching the scene with an unreadable expression.

I tried to sit up, but the second I moved, my head spun.

A sharp inhale.

Lee Know was faster than Ari this time, pressing a hand to my shoulder and easily keeping me down.

"Not happening," he muttered. "Just rest, okay?"

Leah crossed her arms, clearly annoyed. "How long have you been feeling like this?"

I didn’t answer.

Because I knew the truth would only piss them off more.

Before I could gather enough strength to argue, the managers arrived.

Their voices were firm, no room for negotiation.

"She’s not performing tonight."

The words hit like a slap, and suddenly, the heaviness in my body wasn’t just from being sick.

I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the pounding in my head as I looked between them. "No. I can still do it."

"Y/N," Leah warned, eyes flashing with frustration.

But I wasn’t listening.

I turned to the managers again, pushing past the ache in my limbs. "I’ll be fine by showtime. I just need—"

"You just collapsed on stage," Ari cut in, arms crossed. "There’s no debate. You’re sitting this one out."

No.

No, no, no.

I had spent weeks proving myself, clawing my way through every performance, every mistake, every doubt.

I wasn’t losing my spot now.

"I can do this," I tried again, my voice hoarse. "I just—"

"Oh!" A voice interrupted, and I didn’t have to look to know who it belonged to.

Mira.

She strolled into view, faux concern plastered all over her face, hands clasped in front of her. "If she can’t go on, I can step in."

The air shifted.

For a split second, nobody spoke.

Then, one of the managers nodded. "That could work. You already know the choreo."

My stomach twisted violently.

Mira turned to me, her smile oh-so sweet, but her eyes telling an entirely different story.

"Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll take good care of your part."

I felt numb.

The room was still spinning, but the real sickness sat in my chest.

I should have fought back. I should have said something.

But the moment Mira tilted her head, smiling like she had won, everything inside me just… shut off.

I went blank.

Ari’s head snapped toward Mira, eyes narrowing. "You’re really volunteering that fast, huh?"

Mira turned to her, expression perfectly innocent. "What do you mean? Someone has to do it."

Ari’s lips pressed together, but she didn’t buy it. I could see the irritation tighten her jaw, the way her hands fisted at her sides.

She wasn’t the only one.

Lee Know, who had been mostly quiet until now, finally spoke.

"You sure you can handle it?" His voice was flat, unreadable, but there was something pointed underneath.

Mira smiled wider. "I mean, it’s not that complicated, right?"

Ari let out a sharp breath, like she was physically stopping herself from saying something she’d regret.

Lee Know just stared at Mira for a long moment.

Then, slowly, he turned to me.

"Y/N."

I blinked, but I couldn’t force words out.

What was I supposed to say?

Mira had already taken my spot.

Nothing I said would change it now.

So I just looked away.

-

The moment Mira stepped away from me, I could already hear her faking concern as she walked over to the others.

"Guys, change of plans," she said, voice just loud enough for me to hear from where I sat. "Y/N isn’t performing tonight, so I’ll be taking her place."

The reaction was immediate.

Kat’s face twisted in confusion. "Wait, what? Since when?"

Mira sighed dramatically, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Since about five minutes ago," she said. "The managers agreed, and I already know the choreo, so it just makes sense."

Hyunjin’s eyes flickered toward me, his concern obvious. "And Y/N’s okay with this?"

Mira didn’t even hesitate. "Well, she didn’t argue."

Ari scoffed. "Yeah, because she’s half-conscious."

The room tensed.

Mira only shrugged, smiling just a little. "Either way, we should start getting ready."

Lee Know, who had been watching the whole thing in silence, finally spoke. "Just don’t mess it up." His tone was neutral, but his expression wasn’t.

Mira’s smile didn’t falter. "Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got this."

And with that, she turned away, ready to steal the show.

I barely registered the conversation.

I barely felt anything at all.

Because the second they all turned away, the second I was left sitting backstage, my chest tightened in a way I couldn’t control.

I blinked up at the ceiling, forcing back the burning in my throat.

I had lost my spot.

After everything I had fought for—**after every moment I forced myself to push through, to prove I was worth something—**I was still replaceable.

And the worst part?

Mira was making sure I knew it.

My hands curled into fists, nails pressing into my palms. I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t stop the feeling of failure from swallowing me whole.

I had fought so hard.

And it still wasn’t enough.

-

By the time the show started, I was watching from the wings, still too weak to stand on my own.

The lights hit the stage, the energy buzzing through the arena as Stellar performed without me.

And then, it happened.

Mira did my move.

Not just any move—my signature move. The one I had created, the one I had made my own.

The audience cheered like nothing was wrong.

Mira beamed.

And I?

I felt sick for a whole new reason.

The energy backstage was still buzzing, staff members congratulating each other, the usual post-show adrenaline filling the space.

But I wasn’t part of it.

I sat off to the side, still too weak to stand properly, watching as everyone came back from the stage.

And Mira?

She made a beeline toward me.

She tilted her head, still in full makeup and costume, wiping sweat off her brow like she had just saved the whole show.

And then she smiled.

"That was fun," she said sweetly. "I mean, I wouldn’t want to replace you permanently or anything, but… I did fit in pretty well, don’t you think?"

She let the words sink in, let them cut.

Then, with a final smirk, she turned and walked off.

And I sat there, feeling like I had lost everything.

I needed to get out of here.

The post-show energy, the voices, the flashing lights from the screens playing encore footage—it was too much.

I pushed myself up, ignoring the way my legs wobbled beneath me.

Leah and Ari noticed immediately, their heads snapping in my direction, but I didn’t give them time to stop me.

I kept my head down and moved, weaving past staff and dancers, making my way toward the private restroom backstage.

My hands were trembling by the time I pushed the door open.

The second it closed behind me, the weight I had been holding in collapsed all at once.

I braced myself against the sink, sucking in sharp, uneven breaths.

Everything hit me at once.

The exhaustion.

The humiliation.

The sharp, suffocating feeling of being replaced so easily.

A ragged breath tore from my throat, and I gripped the edges of the sink, my vision blurring as my chest heaved.

I couldn’t do this.

I couldn’t—

A soft knock at the door made me freeze.

My stomach twisted.

For a second, I thought it was Leah or Ari coming to check on me.

But then—

"Y/N."

I went rigid.

Because that wasn’t Leah.

Or Ari.

Or anyone I would’ve expected.

It was Seungmin.

I gripped the sink harder, willing my breaths to even out, willing myself to stay silent.

Maybe if I didn’t answer, he’d take the hint and leave.

Seconds passed.

Then—

"I know you’re in there."

His voice was calm. Not sharp, not teasing—just even.

I clenched my jaw, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Red-rimmed eyes. Flushed skin. The complete opposite of the image I was supposed to keep up.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat.

Silence.

Maybe he’d take that as an answer.

Then he spoke again.

"So that’s it?" A slight shift in his tone, like he was testing the waters. "You’re just gonna sit in there and pretend nothing happened?"

My fingers twitched against the cool porcelain.

That’s exactly what I was going to do.

Pretend this wasn’t happening.

Pretend I wasn’t falling apart.

Another pause.

Then, softer this time—"You don’t have to pretend with me."

Something in my chest tensed.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the sink even harder.

Why was he still standing there?

And more importantly—why did it sound like he actually meant that?

A long beat of silence stretched between us.

I refused to move. Refused to speak.

But Seungmin wasn’t leaving.

Instead, he let out a slow exhale, and when he spoke again, his voice was lower, less guarded.

"You know… I thought you were stronger than this."

Something in me flinched.

His tone wasn’t mocking, wasn’t sharp—just honest. And that somehow made it worse.

He shifted outside the door, and I could almost picture him standing there, arms crossed, debating what to say next.

"All this time, you’ve acted like nothing gets to you. Like you don’t care what people say." A pause. "But you do, don’t you?"

I sucked in a quiet breath, my grip on the sink tightening.

"You care too much."

Another pause.

Then—"That’s why you don’t fight back."

My stomach twisted.

Because I hated how close to the truth that was.

I stared down at my reflection on the floor, my own exhausted eyes staring back at me.

And still, I didn’t say a word.

Seungmin shifted again, like he was about to say more—then stopped himself.

A beat of silence.

Then, his voice dropped to almost a murmur.

"You know, you’re not the only one who’s ever felt like this."

I blinked.

My breath hitched just slightly, but I caught it before it could be heard.

I didn’t know what I was expecting him to say, but… not that.

Something in his voice was different now.

Less sharp.

Less detached.

More like he actually… understood.

I swallowed, my chest tightening with something I couldn’t place.

And yet—I still said nothing.

I heard him shift once more, but this time, he hesitated.

Then, after one last pause—I heard footsteps.

He was leaving.

But somehow, it didn’t feel like an ending.

It felt like the beginning of something I wasn’t ready to face.

The room was quiet again.

No more footsteps.

No more words.

Just me.

I stayed where I was, back pressed against the cool tiles, knees pulled up to my chest.

My breathing had finally evened out, but my mind was far from calm.

Seungmin’s voice still echoed in my head.

"You know… I thought you were stronger than this."

"That’s why you don’t fight back."

"You care too much."

I wanted to ignore it. Pretend like none of this happened.

But I couldn’t.

Because somehow, for the first time since this tour started, Seungmin didn’t sound like my enemy.

And that thought alone terrified me.

I exhaled, pressing the heels of my palms into my eyes.

I didn’t know how long I sat there, just thinking.

Minutes passed—maybe longer.

Eventually, my legs felt steady enough to move.

I pushed myself up, straightened my hoodie, and finally unlocked the door.

The hallway was empty now.

No one waiting.

No one lingering.

And yet, as I stepped out, the weight of what just happened still clung to me.

The venue had mostly cleared out by now—staff moving equipment, dancers heading back to their dressing rooms, the energy finally settling after the chaos of the night.

Seungmin was off to the side, stretching out his shoulders, his expression unreadable.

Jeongin had been watching him for a while.

And he was done staying quiet.

He stepped up beside him, arms crossed. "I know what you’re doing."

Seungmin barely glanced at him. "What are you talking about?"

Jeongin let out a sharp exhale through his nose, shaking his head. "You and Mira. You’ve been messing with her this whole time."

That got Seungmin’s attention.

His expression barely shifted, but Jeongin knew him too well to miss the way his jaw tensed.

Still, he played it cool. "You sound paranoid."

Jeongin huffed, not buying it for a second.

"You think I didn’t notice?" He tilted his head. "The mic feedback. The ‘accidental’ positioning mistakes. Mira shifting in formations just enough to throw Y/N off. You might think you're being slick, but I see it."

Seungmin’s hands curled into loose fists.

But Jeongin wasn’t finished.

"And tonight?" His voice lowered. "You let Mira take her spot. You watched her steal Y/N’s move. And you didn’t say a thing."

Seungmin’s eyes flickered, but he kept his face carefully blank.

Jeongin took a step closer. "Tell me this, hyung." His voice hardened. "At what point does it stop being funny?"

Silence.

For a moment, Seungmin didn’t respond.

Then—"It was never funny."

Jeongin’s brows furrowed. "Then why?"

Seungmin exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck, but he didn’t answer.

Because maybe—for the first time since this started—he wasn’t sure anymore.

Why had he gone along with Mira’s games?

At first, it was easy. It was just harmless frustration, just a way to get under Y/N’s skin—because she annoyed him, right?

That’s what he told himself.

But now?

After seeing her collapse on stage, after watching her lose everything she worked for while Mira stole her place without hesitation?

It didn’t feel like a game anymore.

And suddenly, he wasn’t so sure who the real problem was.

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