#had to put this dress full size on your dash

[theerastour]

surprise appearance at the Renaissance World Premiere

[fairyysoup]

insatiable

matters of taste part two (repost)

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: Stuck between Steve and Eddie, you start to learn the things they have in common, and a few of the things they don't.

content warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI) smut, polyamorous relationship, semi-public sex, car sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, spit kink, forced orgasms, workplace sex, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism, daddy kink, size kink, praise, smoking, marijuana, discussions and appreciation of scars, canon-typical violence toward the end, like one verbatim line from the show as a wink wink nudge nudge, not edited (we die like the demobat)

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

“I feel kinda bad,” you admit glumly, blinking at Eddie through the fog in the back of his van. “Steve’s not here.”

Eddie shrugs a shoulder, his eyes sparkling at you even though they’ve gone just a little bit watery and bloodshot. You both stink like weed, the cramped quarters filling up with the smoke from the joint you pass between you. The speakers from the radio in the dash are playing the local rock station, maybe a bit too loud, but Eddie’s slightly gravelly voice still goes into your ears and plants itself right between your legs. “Yeah. Why d’you feel bad about it?”

“Well… aren’t we sort of going behind his back?”

Eddie snorts, shaking his head slowly. “Only if we don’t tell him. And trust me, I plan on telling him. Harrington and I are a lot closer than you might think, sugarplum.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Your head fills with the image of him biting Steve’s ear, tugging his hair- Steve’s hand fisted in Eddie’s shirt while you go down on him. “Are you guys together?”

“Ah… sort of. We haven’t exactly had the ‘what are we’ talk, but we fool around.” Eddie offers you the burning joint in his hand, and winks as you take it. “Doesn’t mean we don’t want to include you, though. Treat you nice, take you out on dates. The both of us.”

“Is that what this is?” You splutter a kind of half-cough, half giggle, the smoke starting to make your reflexes a little fuzzy. “R’we on a date right now?”

“If you wanna be.”

You should have known that his oddly sweet offer to pick you up and drive you to work today wasn’t exactly coming from a place of wholesome intentions. For starters, he did pose the offer while letting you recover from the first time he fucked you, while Steve was busy with a customer out on the bakery floor. His hand had been stroking a little too close to your aching cunt and your head was a little too full of endorphins for you to think it through before you said okay. 

So, when he picked you up about two hours early, you were a little shocked, to say the least. You were still wearing your pajamas- an ugly pair of sweats, and a cami that absolutely did not cover everything it needed to for you to be technically decent. Your hair a complete mess, a half eaten sandwich in hand as you answered the door. 

Eddie’s eyes did a complete once-over of your body, and then laser-focused in on your pebbled nipples raised through the fabric of your cami, before he cracked a smug smile. “Get all dressed up just for me?” 

You’d asked Eddie to wait for you to put on that itchy fucking uniform dress and apron, at least, but he just waved his hand like it was beyond pointless. “Just grab it and get dressed in the car. I won’t peek at you. Scouts honor.”

Well, now the uniform dress is wadded up in a plastic shopping bag beside you, and you’re parked outside of the Radio Shack across the street and down a ways from Mimi’s Bakery. And he’s not looking at you like any fucking boy scout. 

“Okay,” you say quietly, feeling really hot and sort of uncomfortably confined in your tight cami. He’s been staring at your tits. Not trying to hide that he is in the slightest, either. And your eyes have been lingering on his tattoos. “This can be a date.”

“Good to know,” he hums, checking his watch. “But don’t you need to be getting into that little dress pretty soon?”

“You just want to look at my tits,” you grumble as you shove the joint back into his hand. 

“I do. But I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”

You gnaw on your lip. Your eyes fall to his forearm again, the cluster of bats so dark on his skin. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

Eddie laughs, genuinely, his chest heaving. “Tit for tat, huh? All right, sweetheart. You asked for it.”

His hands move to the hem of his shirt. He’s not wearing his uniform either, actually- instead he’s in a weather beaten metallica shirt and dark jeans. You don’t know if he just generally waits until the last second to change into his uniform, or if he was planning on not having any clothes on by the end of this anyways. Maybe a bit of both, but you’re hesitant to ask. 

He rips his shirt over his head, wads it into a ball and throws it somewhere in the vicinity of the front seat. You’re not looking at where it lands, though. You’re looking at his scars. 

Eddie’s covered in them. Large red patches on his skin that look… sort of like they could be burn scars, but more like he got dragged under an eighteen wheeler on a paved highway and lived to tell the tale. You stare, because you have genuinely no idea what to do or say. 

“Has anyone told you, you have a really good poker face?”

You huff a laugh and rip your eyes away, although you don’t really want to. The scars don’t take away from the look of him, or from the tattoos- of which there are a lot. They even help to increase the air of danger and mystery about him that you find so alluring, and you’re more entranced by the combination of the two than anything. Your face burns furiously. “Am I that obvious?”

He grunts, but it doesn’t come off as dismissive as he usually makes it. It sounds almost shy. “You’re no actress, sweetheart. But it’s okay. I know it’s bad.”

“It’s… I mean, maybe it’s alarming. Didn’t expect it,” you tell him honestly, and you sort of reach forward to touch his chest, only stopping your hand at the last second. “But it’s not bad, babe.”

Eddie makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, like he doesn’t entirely believe you, but he reaches up and grabs your hand to pull it against his chest. His skin is hot under your touch. “Don’t bullshit me- I don’t think I could handle it if you were.”

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eddie,” you whisper to him, moving to straddle his lap while your hand presses into his skin. “Why would I lie about that?”

“Well,” he starts, his eyes turning up toward the roof of the van, “you did say you thought my tattoos were ‘fucking dumb.’”

“That’s… okay, yeah. Fair enough.” Your fingers dig into his chest, dragging along the outline of a spider. He’s riddled with them- zombie heads and spiders and a puppet on a string. You’re absorbed in a fantasy of tracing every one of them with your tongue instead of your fingers. Sucking in a sharp breath through your nose, you take them in slowly and try to content yourself with just touching them instead of tasting them. “I didn’t really think they were dumb, though. They’re not. They’re really, really hot. I think about them all the time, I was just too chicken shit to admit it.” 

Eddie’s wide eyes bore into yours. “Hm. So I fuck you once and you change your tune?”

“Yeah. That’s usually the best way to get me to fess up, anyways. I mean, I also didn’t want to admit that I have a big ol’ crush on you, but… here we are.” Your face heats up, and your eyes fall to his hand on yours so that you can avoid his stare. “And these are really fucking hot. Believe me.” You drag your hand down his chest, and his follows. Your touch lingers over a bit of scar tissue on his lower ribs. His breath hitches when you ghost your fingers across it. 

“Between you and me,” he murmurs quietly, his voice just a little bit shaky as you lace your fingers between his, “you’re the only one besides Harrington who’s seen them.”

Your eyes snap up to his. You open your mouth to say something heartfelt, to thank him or tell him how much it means that he would trust you with something he’s obviously a bit shy about- as shy as Eddie Munson can be. But all that comes out is, “Do they hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“How did… how…” You struggle to ask him what happened to scar him this much. Somehow, it seems so invasive. “You don’t have to tell me if it’s not-”

“I was attacked by a swarm of bats,” Eddie says flatly. “Fuckers almost ate me alive.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or not. His tone is serious, but his nose crinkles just a bit and his lips curl up just at the edges, and his eyes glint in a way that says, ‘I know something you don’t.’ So you bite your lip and scrape your nails lightly along his skin. “Between you and your bats, and Steve and his KGB agents, I’m starting to think you guys are just having fun tripping me up.”

He grins. “Oh, we are. How else are we supposed to keep you coming back for more?”

“Dunno. You have some really good weed.”

“Oof. Ouch. You’re only here for the drugs, babe?” He clicks his tongue and puffs the joint before handing it to you. “Should’a known. Pretty things like you are always so hard to get.”

You smirk, tucking the joint between your lips. One last puff and it’ll be too small to be useful anymore. “Not so hard. I think you got me pretty good last night.”

Eddie hums, and his hand pets up the curve of your arm. “Yeah, I did. I could still feel you squeezing me while I was trying to get to sleep.” 

“Christ, Eddie,” you breathe. Your fingers slip down low enough to skim over the trail of hair below his navel that disappears beneath his belt. “I’m still feeling you. You fucked me hard.”

“Mm. I know.”

You feel fucking insatiable. Maybe it’s the weed, or maybe it’s the way you can’t be in the same room with him, let alone in his lap, without wanting him to just… take advantage. Arousal tickles under your skin and between your legs like an ever-present demon. 

He plucks the little stub of a joint out of your fingers and tosses it into an ashtray by the console. “I showed you mine.”

You don’t really know what to say. You can’t come up with anything, so you just… lift your arms. Straight up in the air. Staring at him, saying nothing.

Eddie looks up at you with an unreadable expression, and his eyes dip to your lips. Just for a moment, long enough for you to think that he might lean in to finally kiss you, but then as soon as the thought is there, the moment is gone and he tugs the hem of your camisole up over your head. 

All that you can think is that Eddie’s really good with his hands. Of course he is- you’d know better than anyone, after what he did last night, but somehow it still gets the better of you when he slides his palms down your vertical arms after pulling your camisole off of them, and letting his thumbs press along the curve of your cleavage to tease over your nipples. His fingertips dig into the sides of your breasts, squeezing them almost reverently. 

“Jesus.” Eddie swallows audibly over the sound of the car radio, shaking his head slowly. His eyes droop as he pets your skin and leans forward to kiss just over the sensitive peak of your breast. “You shouldn’t have hid these from me, sweetheart. Pretty baby, with her pretty little nipples teasing me all morning.”

You hum, feeling a little lightheaded at him toying with you like this. His tongue juts out to wet his lips, and you feel so exposed, trembling on top of him. His eyes are just so big and black, shining in the broad afternoon light coming in from the window behind you. 

You’re in a fucking car. Where anyone passing by could see you, parked just down the sidewalk from your job, where you have to be in… thirty minutes? Twenty? You don’t even fucking know anymore. You think you can probably deal with Mimi Callaghan’s wrath if Eddie just keeps touching you like this-

Your breath hiccups in your chest when he lets his tongue flick gently over your nipple. You feel a wreck with just the slightest touch of his hot mouth to your skin, and you’re overcome with the need to kiss him again. To just allow yourself to taste him for hours. 

He switches over, going for the other one with pursed lips and enough suction to make your toes curl in your shoes. “Question for you,” he says, much too chipper and unaffected when he pulls away almost immediately. He leaves your nipples wet and cold in the atmosphere of the van, achingly hard for him as he drags the rough pads of his thumbs over them. 

You whine petulantly at him, your nails ripping at the wall of the car behind his head. You know Eddie hears it with how he mockingly pouts his lower lip at you, tilting his head just slightly as he draws circles around the sensitive buds. “What’s the quickest you’ve ever made yourself come?”

The question takes you aback. “What?”

“On your own. No assistance,” Eddie clarifies, as if that makes the inquiry any less odd. “Start to finish. Approximate time.”

“Um. I…” You suck a breath through your teeth when he pinches one of your nipples gently, and you blurt, “Six minutes and twenty-five seconds.”

Eddie blinks, pausing the movement of his fingers. You squirm, pushing your chest into his touch, and he unconsciously resumes. “That is… so weirdly specific. How do you know that?”

“Uh.” You press your lips together tightly and hear your heartbeat in your ears. Your face feels hot for all the wrong reasons, and he’s just squinting at you like he’s trying to read your mind. “It’s uhhh… because that’s how long it takes to get halfway through the guitar solo in Stairway to Heaven?”

His face remains blank for half a second. Then, slowly, a smile stretches across his face until he’s grinning from ear to ear. “You got off to Stairway?”

You make a weak noise in the back of your throat. “You haven’t?”

“I didn’t say that.” Eddie leans forward and presses a soft kiss between your breasts, just over your heart. His hands keep up their careful flexing, his thumbs rolling gently around your nipples until you lurch your hips forward against his for some kind of relief. He smirks. “I do think it’s cute that you knew the timestamp, though. What did you do? Go through it afterwards while looking at the clock? Count the seconds?”

“It was a stopwatch,” you snarl at him. 

Eddie makes a silent ‘O’ with his mouth, winking at you as he does. “Pardon me. A stopwatch.” He sighs dramatically and releases his hold on your breasts. Your skin feels oddly chilly without the soothing warmth of his hands there, but you swallow thickly as you watch him fiddle with the electronic watch on his wrist. Under the din of the car radio, he mutters to you, “Well, I’m no Page, but I like to think I’m a pretty good guitarist. Let’s see if I can’t break his record, hm?”

“What- Eddie!” A gasp leaves your mouth as his hand wiggles under the elastic waistband of your sweats. 

“No panties today? Naughty girl,” He tuts, letting his fingers roam through your curls and trace over the wet seam of your pussy, just barely a graze but it’s enough to set you on fire. 

“You destroyed one pair already,” you point out, biting your lip as his fingers gently drag through your folds, parting them teasingly. You don’t have the heart to tell him you do have a pair in the bag with your uniform. “Didn’t feel like losing another.”

Eddie hums in acknowledgement, but he doesn’t sound too terribly interested in your reasoning. “Six minutes and twenty-five seconds, sweetheart. Better be quick, or you’re going into work feeling really needy.” The tip of his finger dips just between your folds and finds the bead of your clit, and your heart drops into your stomach. He leans forward to whisper into your ear conspiratorially, “And I’m not working today.”

The sound that leaves you is maybe less than dignified. “You’d really do that to Steve?”

“Oh, you know that I would,” Eddie murmurs darkly. His fingers curl forward, and he buries them to the knuckle in your cunt, his palm rocking against your clit with it. “And I know he’d take really good care of you, too. But I might feel a little jealous if he gets to feel you come and I don’t.”

You feel like you’ve dug your own grave, and now you have to lie in it. Eddie’s fingers are deadly quick and more precise than you could have imagined. Stroking in down to the third knuckle and then hollowing back out to trace small circles around your clit. Teasing his two fingertips just into your entrance before pulling out to tug on your clit again.  

“So wet for me already,” Eddie coos sweetly, swirling his fingers and spreading the slick around to coat your puffy outer lips. Like he’s just having fun fucking with you, and you’re eating it up all the same. “Yeah… sweet baby. Must be doing something right if you’re this soaked.”

Your fingers ache with the grip you have on the wall. The van isn’t very decked out- you’d almost chance to say it looks like he was gutting it out for a remodeling and then stopped halfway through at some point. With nowhere to comfortably put your hands, you’re holding onto a metal support beam with one, the nails of your other hand scratching into the ridge of a windowsill just above his head. 

“Eddie, please,” you whisper, your voice breathier already than you want it to be. Your hips rock against his hand, whimpering when he pushes his middle and ring into you again. He curls them forward so slowly that you feel pulled closer toward his bare chest. “Please, I’m- shit, I want you to fuck me. Right now.”

But Eddie’s not listening. Or maybe he is, but he doesn’t make it known to you- he’s too busy humming along to the fucking song playing on the radio. An anguished cry leaves you when his fingers flex unexpectedly, and it takes you a moment to recognize that he’s following the guitar riff of the song. Scissoring his fingers inside your cunt to mimic the chords, and brushing up against your g-spot as he does.

You recognize the song. It’s on one of your best friend’s mixtapes- you listened to it some months ago in the car on the way to the drive-in. It’s not a difficult tune to follow, or particularly fast, but it’s incongruous and switches up at the oddest moments. So, just when you think there’s a rhythm to his fingers, they throw you for a loop. Your face screws up, because you can’t fucking remember the name of the song while he’s acting like you’re the neck of his goddamn guitar.

Then Eddie stops humming, and starts singing. And if you weren’t already overwhelmed with everything that’s happening, the sound of his rough voice quietly following the tune would put you on fucking cloud nine. “I’m a wild child, come and love me, I want you…”

You gasp for air, and your hand plants itself on the back of his head, fingers digging into the roots of his fluffy hair and tugging excitedly. Fucking- “W.A.S.P. Wild Child. That’s it.”

Eddie snickers, tilting head as he looks up at you with an endearing smile. His free hand lifts from your hip to grip your chin. “Were you trying to place it?”

You give him a high-pitched whimper in lieu of an answer, nodding your head furiously with your eyes screwed shut. You hear him laugh, and can only imagine the cheeky grin on his face. 

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” Eddie squeezes your cheeks, pulling on your jaw slightly. “Open.”

You let your jaw slacken, mouth wide open for him so that he can spit into it. Moaning loudly into his face, you swallow and you realize that you… really liked that. Enough that it might give you a complex if you think about it for too long. 

You can feel how wet his skin is, because of you- because of him. The soft, slick glide of his thumb against your clit, the two deep inside you sliding in and out without resistance. Your hips grind forward onto his thrusting fingers, and you come onto his hand, making that wetness even worse. A string of moans leave your mouth, unrestrained and just barely louder than the music. 

Eddie’s nose bumps yours, and then he finally kisses you. For the first time all fucking morning, after two hours of screwing around in the back of his van, he finally kisses you while you’re riding out an orgasm on his fingers. You could smack him. But instead, you just open your mouth and let him take what you’ve wanted to give him since he knocked on your door. 

“You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” he murmurs between kisses, and he sucks on your lower lip as he pulls away. “Like a cute little pornstar.”

You sigh quietly as he shifts, letting his fingers stroke one last time through your folds as he retracts his hand and lifts his fingers to his lips. It doesn’t surprise you when he sucks your cum from them, unabashed in his hedonism. “Is that a good thing?”

“The best.” He grins at you, then lifts his watch and presses a little button on the side. “Five minutes and fifty-two seconds. Beat that, Jimmy Page.”

“Oh, I think you’re much better than Jimmy Page,” you coo at him, tiredly wrapping your arms around his neck. You peck the tip of his nose. “But the next time you get me back here with the sole intention of fucking me, you might try kissing me first?”

Eddie blushes. “I wasn’t… ah… I didn’t know if that was, um. On the table or not.”

You frown at him. “Baby, I let you fuck me in the back room of the bakery. I kissed you last night- Why the hell wouldn’t I let you kiss me now?”

“I dunno, I’ve been with a couple girls who just… didn’t want to kiss me? You didn’t make a move, and I didn’t want to assume-”

You cut him off with a long, wet kiss that makes him grunt in surprise. You don’t know who the hell wouldn’t want to kiss Eddie, but you’ve always been a romantic at heart. You stare into his eyes, holding his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You kiss me any time, any where you want, Eddie Munson. In front of whoever you want. You have carte blanche.”

“Sounds… sounds good.” Eddie’s round, dark eyes blink up at you, adoration brimming in them. “I’ll kiss you all the time, then. You’ll get sick of me.”

“I’m already sick of you,” you grumble, rubbing his shoulder. “Imagine what would happen if I got really fucking annoyed with you.”

“I can’t wait.” He presses a featherlight kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then smacks your ass so hard it makes you yelp. “C’mon, you gotta get to work.”

“Yeah, about that.” You crawl off of his lap to grab your bag of clothes. “You mean to tell me you went out of your way to drive me to work, pick me up two hours early, and you’re not even scheduled today?”

“What can I say?” Eddie shrugs. “I couldn’t go twenty-four hours without seeing you. You’ve bewitched me- OW!”

You giggle as he rubs the spot on his leg that you kicked as you were tugging your sweats off. “Oops.”

Eddie grabs your ankle and yanks you toward him so that you slip down onto your back, still giggling as he clambers on top of you and starts planting kisses across your bare chest. “Oops.”

Mimi Callaghan is a friendly woman in her mid-sixties, with bright red hair that she likes to pile on top of her head like frosting on a cupcake. It makes extreme sense that she’d surround herself with baked goods as a career move. 

She’s also sharp as a tack, which is why you turn on your heels and crush up against Eddie trying to walk back out of the door when you see that she’s in the building. 

“We gotta go, Mimi’s here,” you whisper, frantically struggling to push him back. You jam your chest up against his and wiggle your arms, grasping at the cool outside air like you can grab onto the afternoon sunlight and pull yourself out of the bakery lobby. 

Eddie’s weight solidly presses you forward. “It’s fine, sweetheart-”

“She’s gonna know we were smoking,” you retort, still pushing yourself weakly against him. You’re making a scene; you can feel your coworkers’ eyes burning into the back of your skull. 

“It’s fine, you’re fine. Je-sus, would you stop.” Eddie plants his hands on your sides and physically drags you into the bakery as you hit at his back. “Hi, Mimi!” 

“Mister Munson! What are you doing here?” Mimi’s jovial voice can be heard loud and clear all the way from the kitchen. She smacks her hands on her apron, covering the green fabric in powdered sugar. “Not that I don’t like seeing your lovely face.” 

Eddie beams at your boss, and it’s like the sunlight from outside begins and ends on his face. “Just dropping this one off.” He turns you around by the shoulders, walking you around the counter and into the kitchen. Eddie kisses the crown of your head and shoves you forward so that you stop across a decorating counter from Steve. 

Steve looks up at you from under his long lashes, a knowing smirk on his pink lips. Caramel colored hair falls over his forehead, and the contrast of the bright pink uniform shirt to his tan skin is more than tempting. 

You nearly vibrate with nerves as Steve does a slow and deliberate once-over of your entire body. “Have a good morning?”

You clear your throat, but something still grates at your voice when you say, “Something like that.”

Steve simply nods, clearly trying to swallow down his smile, and then holds up a flat disc of bread. “What is this?”

“That’s our spinach and feta focaccia,” you say, watching as he roughly shakes open a bag and drops the bread into it. The bread tears through the bottom of the bag and plops loudly onto the ground. You and Steve both stare at the fallen focaccia in silent grief. 

“Wellp. Ashes to ashes,” Eddie quips, brushing a hand through your hair. His mouth touches your ear like he means to kiss you again, but he whispers, “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m gonna kick you again.” Your eyes follow the line of Steve’s body as he bends to pick up the focaccia and toss it into a nearby bin. Saliva pools on your tongue, and you try to swallow the rogue feeling of desire as quickly as it manifests. 

Insatiable. 

Eddie follows your gaze. “Looking good today, Harrington,” he says suggestively, squeezing the back of your neck as he does. “Got some new chapstick or something?”

Steve scoffs good-naturedly, picking up another focaccia and gingerly tucking it into its bag this time. He shoots Eddie a side eye. “Yeah, actually. Wanna try it?”

“You know what, I sure do-”

Steve’s hand whips into the pocket of his apron, and a tube of cherry flavored chapstick hits Eddie right between the eyes. Eddie fumbles to catch it and glares at Steve. “I was fuckin’ kidding.”

“I wasn’t.” Steve goes back to packaging bread, while Eddie grumbles under his breath and pops open the tube to apply some.

You watch him run the chapstick over his plush lips, and he catches you staring out of the corner of his eye. “Want some?”

“Yeah, sure.” You hold out your hand for him to give you the tube. 

Eddie grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up to crash his lips against yours. Saccharine cherry flavored balm bleeds into your mouth, and you falter, your hand coming up to grip the neckline of his Metallica shirt. Your face heats up, both surprised and sort of pleased that he took what you told him in the car to heart. When he pulls back, his mouth is smudged with a translucent pink shine. 

“Hm. So you guys had a really good morning,” Steve observes as you reach up to wipe the mess from around Eddie’s mouth with your thumbs. 

“Only the best for our girl,” Eddie purrs, winking at Steve once you finally let him go and very pointedly tucking Steve’s chapstick into his back pocket. “Take good care of her today?”

Steve grins, first at Eddie, and then at you. “Oh, I will.”

Eddie pats your back and turns to leave, waving at Mimi as he does. He makes it halfway out of the kitchen before her cheery voice stops him. “Before you go, Eddie, there’s free food in the back room.”

You see the baker, Andy, poke his head out of the back room, his mouth full of food. “We got hot dogs!”

“Really?” Eddie turns on his heels and makes his way toward the back room. You jump to follow closely behind, your stomach feeling suddenly hollow. You hear Steve drop what he’s doing, trailing on your heels. 

The setup in the back room isn’t what you thought it would be; some lukewarm franks under a little heat lamp, one bag of buns, miniscule toppings of pickled relish, ketchup, and mustard. Despite the miserable presentation, you’re surprised to find that almost every employee you know at the bakery is crammed in the small back room. Joey and Miranda from the morning team, obviously already clocked out, the cake decorators Clara and Bridgit, and Andy off in the corner. You and Eddie both muscle your way past Joey and go for the food with more fervor than necessary. Steve hangs back, leaning against the towers of backstock icing.

Mimi appears at the doorway with an unsettlingly bright smile on her face. “Good. Now that you’re all here, I want to have a little team meeting-”

Eddie grunts in surprise, his mouth half stuffed with food. His hot dog is already falling apart around his fingers, heaps of relish plopping messily onto a styrofoam plate. He fixes Mimi with a wide-eyed stare, and then looks at Steve with an equally helpless expression. Steve shrugs at him as if to say, ‘What do you want me to do?’

“I thought it would be nice to have a little free lunch for everybody,” Mimi says kindly. “Since we’ve also recently gotten a few new members on the team, I’m sure you’d all like to get to know each other.” She gestures at Steve and Eddie, and then looks pointedly at you beside them. “It’s… lovely to see that our closing team is already getting along so well.”

Eddie coughs, nearly choking on his food and turning away from the room with a bright crimson blush on his cheeks. 

“Eddie and I are both really happy to be here. We’re lucky to have such an… understanding trainer. We know we can be a lot to handle,” Steve says with the phoniest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie sort of side-stepping, cramming himself between Steve and the frosting buckets to get to the door. “Hey Eddie, where ya goin’?”

Eddie freezes. “I have… uh… a thing across town.”

“A thing?” Steve says incredulously.

“Really important thing,” Eddie supplements. “Have to pick up my… cat from the… vet?”

“Stay just a moment, Eddie,” Mimi says, still blocking the door to prevent him from leaving. “It’s important that I touch on a few things before you go.”

Eddie shuffles back over beside you, elbowing Steve in the side on the way. Steve whacks him on the back of the head. 

“We have a health inspection coming up, so I want everyone doing their level best to clean as much as possible,” Mimi begins. Still engrossed in your food, you take a look around the group and can tell that everyone is only really half-listening. “If the morning team can focus on cleaning their stations- Andy, the baker’s table needs to be scoured- and the evening team can focus on machinery and displays, that would be ideal. That means you as well, Steve.”

Steve holds up his hands with a confused expression. “I clean!”

“Knocking all the crumbs off of the front counter and onto the floor doesn’t count,” Mimi says flatly. “I want to see your hands looking as chapped as mine by the end of the week.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve nods, dropping his eyes to the floor. 

“And if you closers can do something about the pastry display,” Mimi adds, looking out of the door toward the offending display case at the front of the shop. “There’s a sort of… black grease that’s built up on the back of it. Not sure how, but I need one of you to get in there and scrub that down as soon as possible.”

“Of course, Mimi,” you say around a mouthful of hot dog bun. “We’ll get on that tonight.”

“Excellent.” Mimi sighs, “Well, that’s really all. Everyone, enjoy the rest of your days. Eddie, you’re free to… pick up your cat.”

“Thank go- you, Mimi.” Eddie bats his eyelashes as he approaches the door, chucking his styrofoam plate into a bin. “You’re an absolute goddess.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Mimi chides, but steps away from the door to let him pass. As always, sharp as a tack, she adds passively, “You sure you don’t want to kiss your girl again?”

“Hm?” Eddie pauses at the door, turning to glance at you over his shoulder, like he forgot that he planted one on you right where your boss had a front row seat to see it happen. He considers it for a moment, and then cracks a smirk that makes your heart rate kick up a notch, knowing what’s about to come. “Nah. Harrington’s got her. Don’t ya, big boy?”

He’s… listen.

Listen. 

Steve is so fucking distracting, okay? It’s not like you’re trying to fuck up all your packaging, or… or put the wrong frosting on the macarons. It’s not your fault that Eddie stole your extra pair of panties before you could put them on this afternoon, so you have to feel how sticky the skin is between your thighs, and it’s fucking obnoxious. It’s not your fault that every time Steve gets close enough, he’s brushing his hand across your arm or grabbing your hips to scoot past you. Getting into your personal space, making it a goddamn nightmare to concentrate on anything.

Crouched down beside you, his shoulder nudges your leg as he digs around for a plastic top for a cake box. You know that it’s in the next cabinet over, but you don’t have the heart to tell him. You press your thighs together, trying hard to still your shaking hands as you carefully ice a macaron with the correct frosting this time. 

Steve sighs and pulls back. His hand brushes your knee as he does, and it nearly buckles out from under you. You whimper slightly in the back of your throat, clutching onto the counter for support. 

Jesus Christ. Get a fucking grip.  

“You okay?” Steve asks lightly, peering up at you from his place by your hips. He’s kind of oblivious, but also kind of not. You don’t think he’s aware of how badly his closeness is affecting you, but he is doing it in the hopes of drawing a response from you. Good plan, poor ability to assess the actual damage.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” It sounds unconvincing, high and tight in your throat, but you pick up the bright pink frosting bag again and get back to work. “The lids are in the other cabinet.”

“Oh.” 

He’s such an idiot. You want to jump his bones.

You can’t stop thinking about Steve’s dick in your mouth, and how unfortunate it is that it isn’t there right now. It’s 7:30, getting dark out, and there’s just you, and him, and your fucking monstrous libido alone in the bakery. You should have known it would be like this- it seemed like Eddie was almost certain that it would be, even though he’d given you plenty of attention already.

“So,” Steve starts, his voice lilting as he leans over to grab the lids from the correct cabinet. “You and Eddie?”

He doesn’t have to go into detail for you to know what he’s asking about. The shaking in your hand subsides, for now. “Yeah. You and Eddie?” 

“Mhm, yeah, for a while now.” A pause. A breath of air, suspended over a precipice. “You and me?” 

“Absolutely.”

“Okay.” You look down at him, and he’s smiling to himself. “Okay. Good. So, we’re all on the same page?”

“Eddie laid it out for me pretty well this morning, yeah. You already talked about it?” You grin when he nods, blinking up at you through his lashes. You reach down and stroke his cheek with the knuckle of your finger. “Guess we’re both pretty crazy about you.”

Steve blushes. It’s pretty on him, you think. The pink tinge on his cheeks, his cute little eye roll as he shifts on his heels. “Eddie’s, uh… yeah, when he likes you, he goes all in. He can be pretty handsy, huh?”

“Yeah, it sort of surprised me.” You find yourself smiling too, as you look down at your work. “I like it, though. I like handsy guys.”

Steve is quiet for so long that you wonder if you’ve scared him; but then you feel the warmth of his hand wrap around your ankle. His palm slowly starts to slide up your leg, until his arm nudges your skirt out of the way. 

Your hand slips, painting your thumbnail in violent bright magenta frosting. “Steve…”

“Relax,” Steve murmurs, and his voice grounds you in your place so that you don’t have a way to run from it. His hand turns, fingers brushing up the soft skin of your inner thigh, and you fight not to spread your legs automatically. “I just want to check something.”

“Check what?” you ask, as if it isn’t painfully obvious when his hand stops, fingertips finding the sticky, wet mess at the tops of your thighs. Steve’s breath audibly hitches, and you freeze, your eyes snapping forward to the front of the bakery. 

You should really lock the door.

Steve presses his hand further upwards, and you don’t think he’s expecting to find you without any underwear- his finger dips quite suddenly between your wet folds and you both startle, you fumbling your frosting bag with a quiet gasp and him dropping his forehead to rest against your hip. 

You grind down onto his fingers without thinking, making his fingertip slip just slightly into your hot entrance. Steve groans and digs a white knuckled grip with his free hand into the edge of the counter beside you. 

“We’re gonna take a break,” Steve blurts loudly, without warning, his voice sounding hoarse and strained. 

“Uh-huh, yeah,” you agree shakily, dropping everything in your hands immediately. “We’re closing early tonight.”

“We are?”

You mean to stroke Steve’s hair when he pulls his hand away from you, but in your rush you sort of just bonk him on the head with the flat of your palm and then fucking bolt. You sprint to the front door, turn the latch on the handle and flip the cardboard sign to ‘closed.’

As you turn to make your way back to the kitchen, you glimpse the pastry case and it’s enough to almost make you pause. That’s… okay, that looks like shit. Black grease shining all over the wall behind the shelves, like someone unloaded the oil cache from the donut fryer down the back of it. Your eyes drift back to the kitchen, and find Steve leisurely untying his apron as he walks toward the back room. 

Yeah, no. Dick first. Pastry case later.

Your hands hover over the tie of your apron as you blaze through the kitchen after him. To undress, or not to undress? You’re not totally sure what the vibe is yet, but you can always-

Broad hands grab you as soon as you step through the door into the back room. You yelp as you’re pulled suddenly into a warm embrace, Steve’s arms wrapping around you and his body pressing you up against the book keeper’s desk. 

“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” Steve whispers, his breath touching your neck before his lips do. He grabs your thighs and hoists you up onto the desk, crowding between your knees before you can think to close them. 

His hands are everywhere. Untying your apron, answering your question for you. In your hair, tugging your head back so he can mouth at your neck without obstructions. Undoing the front of your dress so that he can grope at your bare chest. 

Handsy guys. You fucking love handsy guys. And now you have two of them. 

“Mind if I ask,” Steve mutters softly, palms sliding under your skirt, “no underwear…?”

“Eddie stole them.”

“Of fucking course.” He huffs a laugh in your ear; you can hear his eye roll with it. “Can’t say I blame him, though. I kept the ones from last night.”

You whimper high in your throat as he latches onto your lower lip, sucking it between his teeth. There’s a moment when you consider how different he is compared to Eddie; Eddie’s a little rough around the edges in just about every way, and that includes how he handles you. Not that you don’t like it, but Steve is just… gentle. Almost soft, in a way. 

Your breath hitches as his fingers coax your skirt up your legs and your wet cunt hits the cool air. Hips squirming toward him impatiently, trying to meet him in the middle, and Steve’s too busy tasting you to care. “Little needy, are we?”

“Cut the crap, Harrington, I want to fuck you so bad-” You gasp when he bites down on your lip a little bit harder.

“Such a romantic.” Steve doesn’t sound as miffed as he tries to appear, as he reaches to undo his belt. “Wanted to warm you up first, make sure it wouldn’t hurt. Guess not.”

“It won’t.” 

Steve lifts his eyes, staring levelly at you with an amused expression. The twinkling sound of his belt buckle fills the quiet air. “If you say so.”

He’s quick about it, to your relief. Which isn’t to say that he isn’t still infernally gentle, even though you wish he’d just grab you by the throat and slam into you at this point. That’s just not Steve Harrington’s style, apparently. No, his hands grab your hips and rub soothing little circles into the skin as his cock splits you open, and your nails scratch over his collar and up into his hair. 

“Fuck, Steve.” It does hurt, just a bit. That raw aching when he fills you, because you weren’t ready for it and he’s so fucking big that parts of you have to be moved out of the way to accommodate him. Your toes curl, and your mary janes pop off and scitter to the floor behind him when you wrap your legs around his waist. 

His voice low and quiet, right up against your ear, Steve gives you a small groan that tells you more about how desperate he is than his words do. “Told you. You’re so tight- think it’s too much for this little pussy.”

“N-no, it’s no-OT-” You writhe against him when he hollows out just slightly and pushes back in, getting half an inch deeper. Your hands tear at his clothes and his hair, looking for something to hold onto.  “Shitshitshit- Steve, Jesus Christ.”

Steve shushes you, cradling your body against him like he’s trying to console you while he keeps rocking himself into you. “You’re working yourself up, honey, you gotta just relax. Take a deep breath for me, baby. Deep breath, c’mon now-” 

You take a gasping breath that sort of stalls in your lungs because he’s still moving, and it hurts but it also feels so fucking good and cathartic that you’d kill him if he stopped. Steve’s arm is around your back to hold you by the neck, and his other hand has one of yours trapped in a crushing grip between your chests. He squeezes it softly with every slow push and pull he makes inside you. 

“Oh fuck oh fuck.” You’re hissing through your teeth, clawing at his back to urge him deeper and at the same time ground yourself. Each breath leaves you with a shallow, anguished moan attached, which would be embarrassing, except you’re not thinking clearly enough to sort through the muck of your emotions right now. “Don’t- don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop,” Steve assures you, inching forward just enough to sink his cock a little further into you before drawing slowly out, giving it to you in small doses. You whine as he pushes in, and he coos with a bit of gravel in his voice, “I know, it’s a lot. You’re taking it so well.”

“Love your cock,” you mutter weakly, surprising both Steve and yourself. Where the fuck did that come from?

“I hope so,” Steve chuckles. He squeezes your hand in his comfortingly. “I’m gonna make you take all of it, I promise.”

That sounds… kind of threatening, when he puts it like that. Like a backhanded slap and then a swift kiss to the cheek. 

You like it so much. 

“Hear that?” he murmurs lightly, way too soft for the way his hand tightens on your neck. In the back of your mind you register what he’s talking about- the obnoxiously slick sound of him driving in and out of you, your cunt absolutely drowning him in your need. “You’re getting my cock all wet, babygirl. Being so good for da- me.”

Steve finally slams into you just then, and you loudly cry out his name at the feeling of him reaching the end of you. It disrupts your train of thought so thoroughly that you almost miss his little slip-up. Almost. 

As you recover you manage to reach up and take his chin in your hand. “Daddy?” 

His eyes are so dark, but he looks a little shy as you stare into his face. He blinks rapidly, cheeks flushing a deep pink. Gotcha. 

“Fuck,” Steve groans, his forehead falling to rest against yours. “Shit, don’t- you don’t have to call me that-”

“Maybe I want to,” you breathe, gasping when his hips lurch forward into yours. “I wanna be good for you, daddy.”

He growls under his breath, blunt nails scraping down your thighs. “Sounds so sweet when you say it.”

“Mm. Harder.”

Steve’s enthusiasm gives you a sort of perverse satisfaction. He hikes your knee up to his waist and buries himself inside you, his skin impacting yours and the desk thudding against the wall behind you. You whimper when he starts up a pace that has him panting against your ear. 

Your head rolls back on your shoulders, and Steve wastes no time tracing the line of it with his tongue. Half aware of what you’re doing, your hand shoots down and around his hip to grab a fistful of his ass, urging him on. He nearly snarls against your throat, hot air bursting across your skin as the arm holding you to him leaves your back and his hand slams loudly against the wall behind you. 

Steve really is a sight to behold when he loses his composure. He’s always gorgeous, of course- infuriatingly so, at times. But now your gaze is clouded with lust and your mind is stumbling while you blink your eyes open at him, and he’s so close to you with his hair falling across his brow and his lips parted as he stares directly into your face. His deep brown eyes are blown wide and black, heavy lidded, and you feel like you might burst.

“I’m gonna come,” you blurt suddenly, hands frantically scrambling up to his shoulders and clutching onto him tightly and trying to lock yourself down at the feeling. It bubbles up out of nowhere, like Steve managed to conjure it up just by looking at you.

You see a smirk break across his face just before your eyes fall shut. “So soon?”

“Yeah,” you whimper. “S’too good. You feel so good, daddy.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, but there’s a little bit of a snicker there in it. His hand skims your thigh and then you feel his thumb touch your clit, and everything whites out of existence. “You’re too perfect. Come for me.”

You don’t answer him. You just do, and it sweeps through you before you’re able to brace yourself for it. Fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders, you cry out, louder than you mean to be but beyond the point of caring. Your legs shake, tense and release with each wave because Steve just keeps going- not speeding up or slowing down, but just remaining the steady constant in the ebb and flow. 

Steve curses lowly, his lips dragging gently over yours but not quite going all the way in for a kiss. “Just like that- get my cock nice and creamy, baby.”

Your face burns. The rest of your skin feels hot and clammy, sticking to him wherever you touch his body. There’s a whirlwind of sound going on in your head; from Steve’s deep grunts, your moans, the desk banging against the wall and his skin impacting yours, you don’t know what’s what anymore. 

You almost don’t even notice it when the phone on the wall above your head starts ringing. 

“Fuck.” Steve rears back, pissed off and rutting his hips into yours so hard that you cry out. He glances at the clock on the far wall and scoffs, “Who the hell calls this late?” before snatching the phone off the hook. 

His free hand finds your throat, pinning you back against the wall. You whimper, defenseless as Steve presses the phone to his ear. “Thank you for calling Mimi’s Bakery, this is Steve.”

For fuck’s sake.  

You feel like you’re going to combust. You’re still too sensitive from your orgasm and Steve’s hand on your throat locks you in place to hold you still while he starts fucking into you harder. Skin on skin on skin, bent backwards over the desk as his hips slam into yours and the messy patch of hair at the base of his cock grinds up against your clit. You whine loudly, and Steve’s hand just tightens that much more to silence you. 

He’s not even looking at you. Steve’s eyes have drifted off to the side, focused on whatever the person on the phone is saying. He tilts his head, gnawing on his lip and humming low in his throat while he considers whatever the question is. 

“Mmm… dunno, let me check on that for you.” Steve finally looks you directly in the eye. “Do we have cream pies tonight?”

Your brain short circuits. What the… what? He… he fucking put the selection of cream pies out himself earlier? Why would he ask you?

Then he nods downward, his eyes flickering to where he pulls back and drives his cock into you. Steve looks back up at you questioningly. 

Oh. Oh fuck.  

You nod your head quickly, your nails biting into the skin of his forearm. You don’t even second guess it. You’re so close to your second orgasm that you can taste it on the back of your tongue, and you don’t think you could handle it if he pulled out now. 

Steve grins, and you think it’s probably the prettiest thing you’ve seen all night. “Yes sir, we do. However the bakery is closed tonight, so those will be available tomorrow. Would you like me to set those aside for you? Mhm, how many?”

He goes on like that for another minute, but you’re barely listening anymore. Your cunt pulses, so wet that you can hear every slow drag of his cock before he reaches the end of you again. All your muscles lock down, your head digs back against the wall, and you come again. Hard.  

“Thank you for calling sir have a good night bye,” Steve chokes out in one long breath, and then his hand slams the phone down onto the receiver. He buckles forward over you and gasps loudly. “Holy shit, oh my god. Good girl, good fucking girl-”

And his mouth is on yours, sucking at your bottom lip as his thrusts turn sloppy. His hand leaves your throat to skim around your waist and pull your chest flush to his. He cradles you close and plants his hips against yours, stealing your breath with kisses and moaning sweetly as he comes. 

Afterwards, the room is way too fucking still and quiet. Your skin tingles, your cunt still pulsing with aftershocks as it milks his cock, but the silence makes your ears ring. You card your fingers through his hair, letting Steve sweep his tongue against yours as many times as he wants as long as it means he’ll stay this close to you for a little while. 

“That wasn’t how I thought it would be.”

He grunts, his teeth grazing your lip. “What did you have in mind?”

“Dunno.” You pause as he presses a chaste kiss to your closed lips, your eyes fluttering. “Maybe we could do it in a bed next time?”

Steve laughs at that. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers to you, his voice touched with something so genuine that it rattles you, nearly making tears prick at your eyes. You just cling to him, squeezing your eyes shut and trying not to sniffle about it. 

“Thank you,” you mumble wetly into his neck. 

Steve sighs when he pulls back. His hand comes up to softly smooth your hair back as he takes in your face. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Nothing. You’re just… you’re so sweet.”

He hums softly, catching a stray tear on his thumb as it falls down your cheek. To your relief, he doesn’t mock you or seem disturbed by it, he just takes it in stride. “Do you want me to… not be?”

“No, it’s- it’s a good thing, I swear-” You lean your cheek into his hand, letting him hold your face as you reel yourself in. “I’m just getting used to it, that's all.”

“Good. ‘Cuz it’s only gonna get worse from here,” Steve whispers with a gentle smile. He pets your thigh. “Feel better now?”

You grumble in the back of your throat. “The fuck’s that s’posed to mean?”

He shrugs. “You’ve been looking like you wanted to rip my clothes off since you got here.” Steve chuckles a bit when you whack him on the arm, “Only an observation, you’re not good at hiding it.”

Serves you right for thinking he was oblivious. “You guys have me fucking figured out and I’ve been with you for, like, a day.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He hisses when he takes your hip in his hand and slowly pulls out of you, leaving you whining from the emptiness. “I know, honey. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you mutter, biting your lip when he adjusts the front of your dress and buttons it back up for you carefully. “No, you’re really wonderful. Daddy.”

Steve tilts his head and purses his lips, trying to hide the smile on his cheeks. “Wasn’t expecting you to pick up on that.”

“You’re not good at hiding it.”

Steve snickers, pulling you close to rest his forehead against yours again. He presses a few slow kisses to your lips, lingering over them like he’s trying to decide whether he really wants to go back to work or not. You’re not about to tell him to stop. 

CRASH!

You both instantly freeze, listening to the ungodly loud clatter of a million pastry boxes hitting the ground. Steve’s brows dig into a deep frown very quickly, while you put the front of his pants to rights and push yourself forward off the desk. 

“The fuck was that?”

“Why are you asking me, hot shot?” You smack him on the back, making him lurch toward the door. “If we’re being burgled, I’m the only one here not wearing pants.”

Still, you grip onto his belt and creep behind him through the door to the kitchen, peering cautiously over his shoulder. You don’t immediately see anything amiss in the bakery, except that half a display of muffins and cinnamon rolls has been knocked halfway to hell. Things are eerily quiet for a few more seconds, before something leaps up off the ground and starts flapping around the bakery lobby, snarling and snapping. 

You scream, clutching onto Steve’s middle and nearly hauling him back into the back room again. It looks like a giant flying… stingray? No, stingrays don’t have teeth. It’s like a weird, disgustingly large bat with no actual head. Like a leech with long teeth and wings. 

You vaguely hear Steve saying something, but you’re too busy trying to battle the bat in a game of who-can-screech-the-loudest. It’s only when Steve finally turns, grabbing you by the shoulders so that you can look at him, that you stop to consider what he’s saying. 

“-fire, get me something with fire, okay?”

“Fire?” You try to maintain a steady balance, keeping an eye on the thing in the bakery lobby and his face. 

“Yes, babe, fire. That hot shit that burns stuff, remember? Get me some of that.”

You nod mutely, starting to shake from adrenaline. You watch Steve pick up a giant metal rolling pin off the baker’s table, twirling the pin in his hand in a way that should not be as attractive as it is. 

You try to think of something in the bakery that creates fire- something handheld, you assume, because the only thing coming to mind is the little stove in the corner used primarily to melt chocolate and different icings. For a kitchen, not too many things in it conjure up flames at a moment's notice. 

But then you remember, on Saturdays the morning team makes crème brûlée for the brunch crowd. 

You dive for the decorators table, but you honestly have no idea where they keep the blow torches. It’s a long shot in the dark, but you just start hauling shit out of the cupboards like your life depends on it. 

It might, you think wearily. 

Over the counter, you can hear Steve scuffling with the screeching bat, and you pause long enough to glance up at what’s going on in the lobby. You manage to catch him at the exact moment that he cracks the bat with the rolling pin, knocking it across the bakery like a baseball and making it slam into the wall beside the pastry case. 

You blink down at the half empty cupboard in front of you and see the emerald green can of a blow torch, shining up at you like the light at the end of the tunnel. Your shaking hands fumble with it as you yank it out. “STEVE!” 

He turns just in time to see you hurl the blowtorch across the front counter at him. Which is probably not great in the grand scheme of safety measures, but y’know. 

He snatches the blowtorch out of the air right as the fucking bat starts writhing around again. Steve flicks it on and lights the damn thing up without a second thought, creating a blazing inferno on the bakery floor. 

It takes a second for the fire to die down, and in that time you kind of army crawl around the counter to sit and stare at the bat with wide, unblinking eyes. 

Steve says your name. You don’t respond. 

He takes a couple steps toward you, but then stops short. When you snap your eyes to him, he’s running his hand frustratedly through his hair, staring at the pastry case. 

You hesitantly inch forward on your knees and look around the side of it at what he’s fussing over. The case itself is intact, a few of the pastries themselves gone askew when, you presume, the giant ass demon bat flew out of it. But the back of it… that’s a whole other story. 

Where before there was what appeared to be just a giant, slick grease stain, now there’s a gaping hole with a glowing membrane across it. You don’t know what it is, but Steve seems to as he swears like a sailor and drops to sit on the ground next to you. 

“Bats,” you blurt out, catching Steve's attention. He turns to gaze at you, holding his head in his hands. You look at him apprehensively. “Eddie said he was attacked by bats.”

Steve is quiet for way too long, blinking at you like he’s trying to figure out what to say. Then, he nods slowly. “We need to call Eddie.”

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 5:

Dog Days

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Note: OMG IM GETTING PUMPED!! Posted: 7/13/24

Word Count: 3.7k

!!WARNING!! : violence and unsettling descriptions!

Between the crack of dawn and before the twilight sky brightened, Levi and his knights were preparing the horses for the day’s travel. They were triple-checking the saddles and making sure their equipment was firm. 

Waking up, you didn’t expect Levi’s tent to be nearly empty. Your bedroll, blankets, and yourself were the only things remaining in the tent. You also didn’t expect the familiar stench of the horses to be the first thing you inhaled. Among the boisterous neighs and grunts of the horses, Levi shouting indistinct orders in the distance could be heard. Hastily, you exited the tent seeking Levi.

The view of horses looking larger than before carrying the knights’ supplies was overwhelming. Your mouth slowly gaped at the view of men cladded in full suits of steel armor. They looked indistinguishable, a united force of intimidating men made of steel surrounded you. You looked for a knight around the size of Captain Levi’s short frame, but the horses and cloned men of steel made it difficult. The majestic beauty of the horses from yesterday, now had an alert, focused, and fierce blaze in their eyes, being the core reason for your hesitation. 

“E-Excuse me?” You called toward the closest knight, waving at him and your other hand gripped the fabric of the grey shirt Levi gave you. “Where’s—”

“Captain!” The knight called out over his shoulder, voice ringing through the herd. You looked through the steel clones trying to catch a glimpse of Levi. No luck. Then he gave you a bright friendly smile, “Did you sleep well, your Highness?”

“Yes sir, thank you. Uh, did you?”

“Yes, thank you. I can pack your tent for you?” Before you could answer, the knight began walking toward the tent you and Captain Levi shared.

“I can help! I just don’t know how. Maybe you can teach me?” 

“No need, your Highness. Levi wants to speak with you before we set off for the day.” The Knight opened the tent and began rolling your bedroll and blankets up. “Princess, your cloak?” 

“Oh! Uh, Thank you!” You dashed forward to grab the cloak and then moved out of the friendly knight’s way. As you put one arm into the sleeve of the cloak, you heard more footsteps behind you. 

Levi, Jean, and Connie were dressed in a full suit of armor intimidating and standing confidently. Their armor bulked their frame accentuating their muscular physique. Imposing. Powerful. You darted your eyes away from them, hoping they didn’t realize you were admiring their presence.

“Good morning, Princess Y/N,” Levi said and you couldn’t look him in the eye. You were excessively blinking and then you swallowed your thoughts.

“ . . . Hey.”

“Take off your cloak. I have some light armor I want you to try on.” You looked at the dark leather chest plates Levi was holding. 

“Captain’s in denial of his chest plate fitting best,” Connie said nodding, inducing a smirk on Jean’s face. You looked at Levi whose stoic face didn’t change. 

“Try this one,” Levi’s held out the first leather chest plate. “It goes over the shirt.” You put the chest plate over the shirt Levi gave you. It was loose, and you looked at the three not knowing what to do next. While Connie and Jean examined you, Levi stepped closer and put his hands on the fastenings of the chest plate. His hand brushed against the side of your abdomen and your breath softly hitched. A familiar feeling you felt once before stirred . . . In an attempt to hide your face, you focused on Levi fastening your straps. His hands were clean with a few prominent veins.

“How does it feel?”

“Huh?”

“Levi.” Connie was failing at holding back a smile and he pointed to the second chest plate. You looked at Levi who was ignoring Connie. 

“Fine, try mine on.” Levi started unbuckling the straps and helping you out of Connie’s leather chest plate. You put on Levi’s and he buckled the fastenings. He told you to raise your arms and the chest plate barely shifted when you did. It was the better fit out of the two. “Alright, Princess. We have a long day ahead of us. Few things to keep in mind. Your hood is on at all times until we can find something to tie your hair back. That’s orders from the Commander of the Royal King’s Guard himself. The point is it’s harder to tell the Princess is in our company if there’s no long-haired girl with a dress on. Next, if we run into trouble, which I suspect we will, you don’t scream, you don’t panic. You do as I say, got it?”

“Yes, Captain Levi.”

“You haven’t ridden a horse, correct?”

“Correct, sir.”

“You’ll be riding with me. It can feel like you’re going to fall off; you won't.” Levi motioned you to follow him and he started walking through the cloned men of steel. The knights sat tall and proud on their steeds, flickering a glance at you passing. The horses beneath them were just as formidable with rippling muscles. Beautiful.

“Captain Levi, does Sir Zacharius and the knights with him know there’s a different plan? So he knows where to meet us?”

“Last night Connie went to the cottage to pass along the new plan. Although it might be better for Sir Zacharius’ health to travel to Mitras Castle.”

“How is he?” Levi paused for a moment and you followed obediently behind him, waiting for an answer. Dreading any news of Sir Zacharius’ health getting worse.

“He’s fine.”

“You promise?” Levi abruptly turned around, stopping in his tracks. Regret filled you, you didn’t mean to sound like you were doubting Captain Levi. His normally stoic expression softened.

“The infection spread to the rest of his body . . . the antibiotics should help, but we’re not going to know for a while. I’m sorry Princess. Miche is a strong man and he’ll be able to take care of himself once he can walk. Right now it’s important to focus on getting you to the castle.” Levi’s eyes glanced away from yours, then he walked toward his horse. You trailed behind him, gripping a part of your cloak seeking comfort. 

“Good morning Princess Y/N.” A knight said as you passed.

“Good morning,” You replied politely, a little caught off guard.

A pleasant cacophony of polite greetings began to overwhelm your ears as you passed each knight. When Levi arrived at his black beautiful horse, his horse nudged her nostrils towards him, Levi gave her a quick pet on the bridge of her nose. The knight who packed up Captain Levi’s tent was finishing the fastenings.  

“C-Can I touch?” Levi turned around noticing you addressing his horse. He started petting the lower part of her neck.

“Pet here.” You nodded and looked into the horse’s eyes and gently touched her shoulders. The horse didn’t react in a significant way and then blew air from her nostrils. 

“Wow,” You whispered.  

“I think she likes you, Princess,” A voice behind you said. You turned to see blonde hair and round-rimmed glasses. The messenger from last night, Zeke Yeager. You gave him a shy smile. The gleam in his blue eyes didn’t look away from you. 

“Does your horse like me, Captain?” 

“Loves you,” Levi said dismissively. “Jean, help Y/N get up once I’m ready.” Levi climbed onto his horse, looking tall for once. 

“Princess, put your foot here and push yourself up kind of like . . .” Jean held out his hand, it felt awkward. Levi was looking down on you and Jean. He offered a hand. You hooked your foot onto the strap and pushed yourself. You clumsily started pushing on Jean’s shoulder, then pulling on Levi before comfortably swinging your leg over, sitting very close to Levi. You were pressed up against Levi’s back. “I’ll be behind you and Connie will be near you.”

You nodded. There's a moment of awkward silence as you settled behind Levi, aware of how close you are to him. You could smell his clean scent filling the air around you. You put your hands on his shoulders, flustered and unsure of where to hold onto.

“Hold onto my waist.” You wrapped your arms around Levi’s waist, being forced to be close to him. Unlike holding Sir Zacharius’ arm, clinging to him while escaping Shiganshina, or lying next to him while sleeping on the small bed, this felt intimate. Holding onto Levi’s waist while being pressed against him ensured stability, but flushed your face of embarrassment. “Get your hood up! I don’t care if you have to hold it. Your hood remains on at all times.”

“Yes, sir, sorry.” Not even noticing your hood fell, you quickly pulled it back over your head. Your heart pounded at Levi’s stern tone. 

“Gentlemen!” Levi bellowed, “As we ride east stay alert! Stay sharp! Arrows and swords at the ready for any danger! The only reason to stop is if Dame Hange’s group is spotted! Otherwise no stopping until the forest of giant trees! We must reach there before sundown! Gentlemen Dedicate Your Hearts! ONWARDS!”

The knights in the very front began riding off. As more joined the stampede, the sound of beating hooves hitting the ground rhythmically filled your ears. Your weight shifted against Levi when his horse started sprinting and you tightened your hold around his waist. The wind rushed against your face, pushing your hood off. You groaned and put your hood back on, squeezing Levi with your remaining arm. With all the strength of your core, you tried to maintain balance. Riding a horse for the first time was a bit nerve-wracking. You avoided looking at the ground passing rapidly under Levi’s horse. 

As the journey to Karanese District began, the sun rose from behind the horizon shining directly in the face of the knights. The vast blue sky was beginning to warm the land. You looked past the knights beside you and gazed at the landscape. The green hills were slowly passing by. When looking over your shoulder to take a peak of where you came from, the closest cottage was disappearing out of view.

You noticed Jean’s eyes ten feet behind you and you smiled at him. Then you looked for Connie on his horse, but you couldn’t find him near Jean. Only figuring out he was ten feet away on Levi’s left.  

The harsh sunlight was reflecting off the ground and the knights’ steel armor. A faint heat from the pouring rays were beginning to burn into your forehead and temples. The relentless sunlight didn’t let up until a few hours of riding when the sun was higher in the sky. 

You looked around for the first four hours, interested in the landscape you had never been to before. The grass was taller than the field where Levi’s camp was, reminding you of the tall grass in the forest where Sir Zacharius was caught in the large animal trap. 

You closed your eyes and the lack of the bright view soothed you. Shading your eyes with your hood from the beams of light was relaxing, alleviating the strain. The day felt long and the sound of the rhythmic horses galloping began to blend into the background. You placed your cheek on the back of Levi’s shoulder, holding the hood in place. Then you clasped your fingers together, ensuring your hold around Levi. The long boring day began to wear you down and you felt heavier.  

“Princess, you need to stay awake,” Levi called out.

“I am!” You said with your eyes remaining closed.

A sudden ambiance of rushing water jolted you awake. You saw a large body of water cutting into the green and rocky landscape. You haven’t seen such a large river before except for illustrations in books. 

“Princess please stay awake!”

“I’m sorry Captain.”

The melody of the flowing river added to the soundtrack of the rhythmic sounds from the horses. You returned your cheek against the back of Levi’s shoulder, resting once again. You weren’t going to fall asleep, just rest your eyes. 

Suddenly Levi shoved his shoulder, your heartbeat was in your throat realizing you jolted awake and Levi caught you. 

“No more resting your head on me! Stay awake.”

“I’m sorry I’m tired!” 

The river was gone and the landscape was flat. Ahead was a silhouette almost looking like a mountain, taking up most of the horizon. The shape of the silhouette was too odd to be a mountain, but the height of the landscape appeared intimidating and grand.

“Captain Levi . . . is that the forest of giant trees?”

“Does it look like it?” You flinched at Levi’s remark, confused about why he snapped at you like that. You felt like you didn’t deserve it and pondered if falling asleep was why he was upset with you. Besides that, what could you have done to get him to snap at you? A moment later Levi glanced back and you saw a pang of remorse in his eyes. “Ignore my bluntness, I feel like shit and we have just about three more hours until we’re at the edge of the forest.” 

“CAPTAIN! ON THE MESA!” A knight near the front of the formation pointed toward the direction of the tiny elevation of land, almost more like a large hill under three miles away. Everyone looked to the flat-topped raised land.

“Captain! Are those people?”

“SHIT!” 

When squinting, on top of the flat mesa-like hill appeared to look like a ward of humans. Their figures were distinct against the blue open sky.

Standing there. 

Watching.

Not moving a muscle. 

The formation of knights continued toward the forest of giant trees, holding their breath and waiting . . .

A foreboding sinking feeling, made you swallow. Your chest started heaving.

“Levi?” You quietly asked. 

“Full speed ahead toward the edge of the forest! They don’t appear to look like they have horses!” Levi called out and then the knights in the formation urged their horses onward. Their eyes fixed ahead toward the forest of giant trees as the horses picked up speed. 

The hairs stood on the back of your neck. You clutched your cloak making sure to absolutely not have the hood fall. Who are those people?

Watching . . .

An uneasy feeling in your stomach began to lurch.

Silence.

Your heartbeat was the only thing in your ear.

From the short drop off of the tiny hill-like mesa were animals? An animal on all fours . . . running from where the ward of people were standing, dozens. Then more. Dozens upon dozens. In the distance barreling down the slope.

Your eyebrows rose to your hairline, eyes widening, the thumping of your heart intensifying in your ears.

The dark and large canine-looking creatures barking and growling in the distance were bolting toward the formation of the knights. 

“CAPTAIN MUTTS!” “CAPTAIN YOUR ORDERS?! “THEY’RE HEADING STRAIGHT TOWARD US!” “TO THE FOREST!” “IT'S THE MARLEYAN CULT!” “THE BASTARDS RELEASED HOUNDS!” “HOLY SHIT!” “CAPTAIN WE CAN’T LET THEM GET THE HORSES!” “THE HORSES CAN’T OUTRUN THE DOGS!” 

“ARCHERS!” Levi roared over the knights. “DRAW YOUR BOWS!” You held tighter onto Levi’s waist seeking comfort from the inevitable attack of the mutts. They were racing closer, their eyes fixed on their prey: the knights, the horses, and you. Most of the knights moved swiftly, nocking their arrows, pulling the drawstrings taut, and calculating the distance of the threat. “RELEASE!”

Arrows darted into the sky, piercing the atmosphere and then cascading toward the mutts. Guttural howls from the canines reached your ears. Some slammed into the ground flipping in front of another stampeding canine. Their high-pitched yelps scraped your ears making you cringe. Your stomach twisted hearing the mutts’ agonizing cries as arrows landed into their eyes.

The healthy canines barged over the writhing yelping mutts, drawing nearer to the formation of knights. 

You began choking on air, too stunned to move or speak. Tears began to fill your eyes.

“DRAW YOUR BOWS! TAKE OUT THE MUTTS BEFORE THEY REACH THE FORMATION!”

Arrows flung and shot toward mutts, more cries, more canines losing their feet under them, plummeting to the ground. A crescendo of anguishing wails filled the air as they were getting closer. The onslaught of arrows rapidly being shot at the oncoming canines took down most of the callous hounds.

“PROTECT Y/N! PROTECT YOUR HORSE!” 

The first mutt to lunge at a knight in the formation was pierced by the knight’s sword. The force flung the knight off his horse. His cries are heard in your ears as he hits the ground, disappearing out of your sight.

Another mutt lunged at the neck of a horse, plummeting the horse to the ground. The knight was thrown from the horse, getting the wind knocked out of him. You saw the knight on horse directing behind, leap over the fallen horse. Another Mutt knocked over a knight, mauling at the man’s neck.

Your tears streamed down your face and you couldn’t muffle the sound of your sobs. You closed your eyes hearing the horses whining in fear, the men yelling and crying as ferocious teeth sank into their faces, the wails of the mutts as their bodies were getting sliced from swords. 

“SHIT!” Levi yelled.

Your eyes opened and then widened as Levi’s horse stumbled over another fallen horse, tossing you and Levi from her back. You screamed, flipping through the air, getting the air knocked out of your lungs as you hit the ground multiple times rolling forward and then scraping your arm. Your face against the dirt, you choked out a sob, gasping for air. 

Silence.

You gagged for air, wheezing, and your brain short-circuited not thinking. Your eyes opened, seeing grass, then you felt the tickle of the grass on your face. You trembled lifting yourself from the ground, you wiped the tears from your eyes. Your breath was constricted and shaky as you saw the blood on your knuckles. You wiped your forehead and temples, blood staining your hand. With a twinge of pain, you looked up.

A horse was stomping a malicious canine, a knight was on his feet swinging his sword against a mutt, another knight had a mutt pounce on him and you saw his sword go through the body of the mutt sticking out of its back. You looked to the side to see a knight on his horse dashing by a mutt slicing through the hound, another knight was being mauled and another knight killed the predator saving his comrade. Another knight nearby killed a mutt eating at the neck of a dead horse. A few knights with their bows shot at mutts dashing at another knight.  

You threw up on the field, decorating the grass with bile. Your stomach convulsed and tried to throw up more despite your empty stomach. You spit the leftover bile out of your mouth. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve.

You got on your elbows in an attempt to get on your hands and knees. Tears were blurring your vision, you wiped again only to see more blood on the back of your hand. You turned over and sat up, hunched over holding yourself with your arms. 

Levi with blood on his face sliced through a lunging mutt, then as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he whipped around impaling another hound. Then he kicked the mutt off his sword. Jean in the distance was standing next to his horse who was lying on the ground whining in agony. He fought off a mutt barreling toward his horse and then cut into the body of another mutt. 

Suddenly the sight of a mutt with an arrow in its eye was dashing toward its prey: you. You scream, crawling back helplessly. You choked on spit and your heart was in your throat as the large beast was running towards you. You had no sword and no fighting skills. The hound leapt toward you, and you let out a guttural scream. Then an arrow impaled the other eye, you rolled away dodging the canine’s body plummeting to the ground. You looked over your shoulder to see Connie holding a bow, then Connie reloaded his bow and turned away shooting another mutt. 

“Princess!” A hand grabbed you by the arm, you yelped as the knight was pulling your injured body. You saw his recognizable round-rimmed glasses and blonde hair.

“Z-Zeke!” You sputtered out, saying his name for the first time. He shielded you with his body as he held out his sword. You whimpered as you saw three mutts step toward you and Zeke.

“BACK!” He commanded the mutts, they growled with blood and saliva seeping from their mouths. You clung to Zeke, getting a moment to study the large black vicious canines. Their eyes were red and hungry to sink their teeth into flesh. The dog closest to you lunged toward you and Zeke swung his sword, cutting the mutt’s head off. Then Levi’s black horse came and stomped on one of the hounds, making the canine writhe and yelp. The last canine attacked the horse and Zeke stepped in cutting the hound.

“T-Thank you Zeke,” You said breathlessly. 

“Y/N!” You turned to see Levi running toward you.

“Captain she appears to be fine besides a gash in her head,” Zeke said to Levi. As Levi approached, you jumped onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. More tears spilled out of your eyes. 

“I thought we were going to die!” Levi hesitated then hugged you back with one arm patting your back. 

“The fucking mutts are gone but we’re not safe yet,” Levi said. You pulled away catching your breath for what felt like the first time. You saw where the knights were looking. The ward of humans on the flat hill were still watching. Chills ran down your spine as you realized they were watching their mutts attack and try to kill the knights. Suddenly they turned around and walked away. The silhouettes of the ward disappeared from the edge of the tiny mesa. No humans left to be seen, but the blue sky and the view of the small hill-like mesa. “They are out of dogs or won’t send any more! Check on the wounded and examine the horses! Put them out of their misery if needed! We head for the forest in ten!”        

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”when did my baby get so fat?”

All day you had been teasing. I went to work before you woke up and as soon as you did you sent me selfies of you drinking a weight gain shake and wearing a shirt that definitely fit better 20 pounds ago. I’d reply with encouragement and get back to work but before I know it you’re texting me again. This time you’re telling me that you’re getting ready to go out with a friend and you just cant seem to find pants that fit properly. You tell me you went with a dress instead and send me a picture, obviously trying to tease. In the picture you’re standing sideways in front of a mirror in that blue and purple dress. It’s tied tightly, your belly pressing against the front and the cut out in the back definitely showing how soft you’ve gotten. You’ve got one hand on the phone and the other holding your definitely stuffed belly. I’d reply telling you how beautiful you look and that you’re definitely having fun without me. 

Finishing up my day at work I get another text from you. You tell me you’re home and getting comfy and that you had fun when you were out but your friend just couldn’t get over how fat you’d gotten. Apparently when she saw you she mentioned something about how I must be taking care of you well and then as you were eating lunch she saw your portion size and said something along the lines of no wonder that dress is so tight. You told me that you found it hard not to blush when she said that even though you thought you should be embarrassed. You finished up the message with a selfie from the couch showing you in just your bra and underwear where you had slipped out of your dress, saying by the time you got done for lunch it was way too tight so you were just gonna be comfortable until I got home. I’d reply teasing about how well you’re taken care of and how fat you’re looking today. I’d let you know that I’m on my way home and I can’t wait to see you. 

I’d walk through the door of our house and call for you, with no reply. I’d go into the living room and find you still in your underwear looking at me with those big doe eyes, holding your belly. I’d greet you how I normally would, walking up to kiss you and you’d pull me close. I’d end up looking down at you from where you’re sitting on the couch, heavy tits trying to spill out of your bra, belly resting out on your thighs, looking round but not quite as full anymore. I’d put my finger under your chin, guiding your head up to look at me, asking you what’s going on. You’d pull me closer again, telling me that you’re just so hungry. You had tried to stuff yourself a few times today but it’s just not the same without me and you need to be full. 

This had become a regular thing after you started gaining. You would get in the mood sometimes while I’m at work and you would get so worked up that by the time I got home you were begging to be stuffed. You noticed how much I loved it when you begged and wanted to be bigger so bad and it just made it more fun. 

You’ve gained about 30 pounds since you started gaining, and you love it so much there’s no end in sight. And now, you’re sitting infront of me, gains out for the world to see, begging me to make you gain even more. I lean down to kiss you gently again but you pull me in tight for a deep kiss. You grab my hand and pull it into your belly fat, looking me in the eyes begging for me to make you so much softer. I give in and hand you my phone with door dash open. I tell you to order as much as you want of whatever you want while I go get clean from work. You lean back on the couch, my phone in one hand and your belly in the other, mindlessly playing with it while you order. 

Soon enough the food would be here, I’d go get it from the door to save you the trip, me still not knowing what all you had ordered. I opened the door to find two big bags of Texas Roadhouse. I look back at you seeing the wide grin on your face. I’d bring the bags in and get everything out on the coffee table. I’d push you back on the couch and kiss you, only to pull back and tell you to beg. I’d make you beg to be stuffed. beg to get fatter. beg to be so stuffed you cant even get off the couch. You would start pleading, telling me how you want to be so much bigger, how you want that dress you were wearing earlier not to be able to reach around you. You just wanted to be my fat cow who opens her mouth and gets used. Not only had you ordered a meal, but you also ordered an appetizer and a dozen rolls. I had expected you to order more honestly, and I asked why you didn’t. You told me that once you finished this, you had a surprise for me. I just nodded along and picked up the thing of rolls, and you dug in. 

you ate until there was nothing left. Roll after roll, bite after bite, butter dripping down your chin as you pig out. Me just watching in awe. I let you feed yourself as I rub your expanding belly and kiss you all over. By the time you finish your food, you’re panting and you have a proper belly. One that sticks out, taking up more and more of your lap. I give you a minute before moving to eat you out, but you stop me. You say to help you up and then stay there. I pull you up with a groan and you waddle to the kitchen holding your freshly stuffed tummy. I stay there wondering what youre doing, but then it all makes sense as you waddle back into the living room. Not only are you carrying the funnel, but also a pitcher full of weight gain shake. 

“Baby how many of those have you had today?” 

“Not enough. Please just make me bigger and heavier.” 

“Oh baby I will but you dont just get to sit back and be fed.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well im gonna sit down and youre gonna ride my strap while I stick this funnel down your throat. So you can show me just how good it feels to be getting fattened up” 

You dont even respond before you push me down on the couch and straddle my waist. i slip it inside of you and you settle your weight on me, I moan at the feeling, your belly spilling out from between your thighs, settling against me. You start to move your hips as I stick the funnel into your mouth, slowly pouring calories upon calories into you. You moan at the taste, knowing that you’ll wake up in the morning still looking stuffed even though your stomach is empty. But thats the best part isnt it? Feeling yourself expand and get softer with every bite. Feeling how your clothes feel tighter and tighter around your pot belly. And moments like these when we can see how much you’ve really grown by stuffing you so full your belly defies gravity with the way it sticks out. 

I continue to pour the shake down the funnel, making you hold it so I can use one hand to pinch and rub you. I reach down to press at your belly and listen to you moan from the sensitivity. 

“Oh baby I told you it would get more sensitive the more you gained.” You just looked at me with pleading eyes, asking for more of the shake, asking to get even more sensitive. As you continued to drink, your belly pressed against me more and more, it going from full to taut. You looked atleast 6 months pregnant. You’d finish as I press against your belly more, and I would flip you around and set you down on the couch, you still holding the funnel in your mouth. I’d slip out of you and grab the dress you squeezed into earlier.

“Lets show everyone how well I take care of you princess” I’d set the funnel down and slip the dress over your head and tried to pull it down over your belly with not much luck, I look up at you to see you blushing and holding back a moan. I press on your belly to try to tug the dress down, you let the moans slip out as I tug the dress down, hearing the seems stretch to match your increased size. I cant even attempt to tie the back, but just getting it on was a feat on its own. With it on, I stick the funnel back in your mouth to your surprise. I press on your tummy as you attempt to finish the pitcher. Just as you swallow the last few mouthfuls, the side of the dress succumbs to the stress of your weight. Your belly spills out from the side and you look at me in awe. 

“Baby don’t you remember that we got this dress from the maternity section? when did my baby get so fat? I wonder what your friend would think about you now. Begging so much to be stuffed that your clothes cant hold you anymore, it’s pretty pathetic if you ask me..” 

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Deck the Halls

Castiel x plus size reader

It’s Christmas time in the bunker so it seems to be the right moment to introduce some new traditions!

Warnings: dean being crude, fluff, alcohol

WC: 1k

Square Filled: Matching Pyjamas @spnchristmasbingo

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SPN Christmas Bingo

“What exactly is the purpose of these clothes?” Castiel’s head was tilted to the right as he examined the colourful pile of fabric you had shoved into his arms. You just smiled sweetly at him and pecked his scruffy cheek before pushing him into your shared room in the bunker.

“It’s so we can match, angel! Now go get dressed and we can take photos.” You could tell he still didn’t understand but nodded and walked into the bedroom anyway, softly shutting the door behind him. 

“He’s so pussy whipped.” Your head snapped to the side, glare immediately locking onto Dean who was lazily leaning against the brick wall of the hallway, casually sipping a beer. “Say that again Winchester, see where it gets you.” The shiver of fear that rolled down his spine was barely concealed by his nonchalant shrug.

“Besides, you’re wearing the pajamas too and I know for certain I have never and will never sleep with you.” He glanced down and cringed at the bright shirt and pants combo that you had thrown into his hands after returning from the mall earlier that day. 

Yet, he still put them on, the same as Sam did, admittedly with the promise of a pecan and a cherry pie. Both of them knew it would make you happy, so they did it. 

“Yeah well, I’m just in it for the pie.” He pouted, turning away from you like a spurned child. 

“I love you too Dean!” You called after him as he stomped away. The smile never left your face. This Christmas would be different. Finally, all four of you were safe and living somewhere you could almost call a home. 

So with a tree Sam helped pick up and haul inside, lights Cas was enchanted by, and a couple all-nighters filled with baking and cooking, it was time for your very first Team Free Will Christmas! And what better way to kick it off than with matching pajamas!

“Come on! We’ve got presents to open!” You excitedly yelled into the empty corridors, rushing to the war room where the tree, and the presents, had been stowed. The tell-tale clack of your boyfriend’s dress shoes against the stone floors made your smile even wider.

“How do I look?” You turned to look at him and your heart skipped a beat. You maybe, had purposefully bought him a size smaller than he would normally wear and dear god were you happy about that decision. The scratchy fabric clung beautifully to his powerful frame, letting you see the way his muscles flexed and rippled, even if he was still wearing his signature trench coat.

“You look beautiful angel.” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers immediately burying themselves in his short hair. Cas smiled along with you, although his expression still had a hint of confusion. “Thank you for doing this.”

His nose bumped gently into yours as he softly pressed your foreheads together. “I would do anything for you.” He spoke truthfully.

“Alright we’re here.” Sam lumbered into the room, obviously having been woken from a nap by Dean, red marks still spread across his cheeks from laying on his arms. Just like Cas, he wore the colourful clothes without complaint, all too happy to have something normal to do.

You sent an appreciative glance to your surrogate brother as he moved past, making a dash for the recliner Dean had dragged in a few weeks back. 

Speak of the devil. You thought.

Dean came in last, a very full glass of eggnog in his hands that you suspect was mostly filled with the spiced rum you picked up along with the pajamas. “I hope your pie is friggin worth it.” He grumbled and sat down on one of the other chairs, sending his little brother a glare for taking his seat.

“Great!” With one last peck to your angel’s cheek, you skipped over to the tree and gathered up as many perfectly wrapped presents as you could, dumping a small pile in everyone’s laps. You sat in your own seat, pulling out your phone to film your boys like an excited mother.

Like the animal he was, the older Winchester shredded the wrapping paper in an effort to get to his presents. Ripped paper surrounded his legs like colourful snow. 

Sam carefully slid his thumb under each piece of tape, ensuring he did not rip the wrapping. Then, once the present was completely unwrapped, he placed the paper to the side in a neat little pile by his feet.

Cas ripped off one stripe of paper from the middle of his gift, allowing him to simply pull it from the paper, leaving it most intact. He stuffed the trash in his pocket.

Your heart clenched as each of them studied what you had picked out for them, a comfortable silence settling over the bunker. Dean was easy to buy for, a nice bottle of whiskey that Bobby had been fond of and a new polish for Baby. Sam was less easy. You settled on a new spell book you might or might not have stolen from Rowena and a small iPod so he could listen to his podcasts while he ran.

But by far, Cas was the hardest to buy for. Being an angel, he wasn’t materialistic and probably wouldn’t have accepted a present if you hadn’t explained to him a few weeks before that you loved giving gifts to people. Like the others, you gave him two gifts.

The first was a large bottle of raw honey, a treat he enjoyed even if it did taste like molecules to him. And the second was a piece of paper he carefully pulled from the small envelope you had tucked it in. “What is it?” Ever impatient, Dean attempted to look over his friend’s shoulder, but Cas turned away, holding the paper tightly to his chest like a child trying to hide something.

“Thank you.” He murmured, overwhelmed with emotions he had not felt since he was human.

Leaning over, you captured his lips in a soft but loving kiss. “It was my pleasure angel.” You gave him one last peck, then stood up to fetch Dean his promised pie. As you left the room, you heard his raspy voice ask Castiel something.

“Is it porn?” The silence was deafening.

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One Night in Pelois

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The bartender had just handed me my my drunk and I was taking my first swallow of it when I glanced down the bar. There he stood! Tall! Gray hair! Nicely dressed in his suit jacket and his chest hairs poke out of his unbuttoned shirt. Plus he looked rich. Seems that GOD had packed all my likes into one man. Then I noticed his gold wedding ring as he smiled at me.

Truth be told, I‘m good looking and get lots of smiles from married men and much more when I go out. So I've been in this situation before. Next thing I know, he was walking towards me like we were the only ones in the room. His smile got bigger as we met. Then I saw his blue eyes, yeaning for attention, for just a moment of love.

"Having fun tonight?" He asked as he surveyed me from head to foot.

"Yes."

"Good. My name is Paul." He offered as I felt his leg touch mine. I like the light sexy touch of his knee against my leg. It sent chill bumps down my spine.

"Micah." I answered with a smile as I let my left hand drop to my side and slowly reached down and touched his thigh.

"Well, Micah, I when I finish my drink I’m going home for some fun. Would you like to join me?" He said as he stared straight into my eyes.

“What about your...” I said looking down at his wedding ring.

“She’s out of town. And I could use some company.”

Suddenly his right hand was down touching my hand before grabbing it and pulling it over to his crotch. Breathing like a marathon running dashing for the finish line, I pressed my hand against the crotch of his slacks. I touched his soft dick. It felt thick.

"Sure." I said as I move my fingers down and felt his balls beneath the fabric of his slacks. They were big and watery.

Once outside, I headed for my car, but the rich old man asked if I would ride with him. Damn if he didn’t have 2021 Porsche 911 Carrera S. He carried me for some ride through the streets of San Francisco. And I can’t even begin to tell you of the Pacific Heights house he took me to. I’ve only seen houses like his in movies and on TV.

We just got out of the car and head to the front door when someone spoke, "Is everything OK Mr. Pelois?"

Mr. Pelois? Paul Pelosi, husband of U.S. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, I thought as I notice he’s nervous that he’s been caught.

“Yeah, we're fine. Hey, have you met my nephew before?”

I quickly gave the security guard a wave a nice to meet you. He returns the favor as Paul ushers me into the house before the security guard could get a good look. I could tell Paul is relieved to have made it to the house as he slips off his shoes and puts his keys away, like it’s his normal routine. I notice the photos on the wall, lots of him and his wife.

By this time, I was SO horned up, I made the first move, leaning in to kiss him. Quickly, he started unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. My dick was raging hard almost busting through my zipper as I undid my pants. As they fell to the floor, I pulled his down to the floor unleashing his mammoth dick and balls. His dick was a beer can uncut with enough for skin to let me dock half my dick in.

I instantly fell onto my knees in front of Paul, pressed my fingertips lightly against his king-size nuts, stroking as softly. I cupped them in my palm and rolled them around as well as I could. His cock began to grow; it grew faster than you would think and soon it was pointing in my face. A full 8" of cut old man cock. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the head of his prick, rolling his balls over in my palm.

Grabbing the base of his cock and wrapping my lips around it, my tongue thrust against the shaft I swallowed half of his dick. I felt his big hand grab my head and press it down. As I looked up, my mouth full of juicy cock, Paul was looking down at me and smiling.

I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft as his nuts bounced invitingly against my chin. I reached up and tugged at his nuts, they were sweaty, my fingers curled around them and he moaned with satisfaction. I pulled away from his cock and put a hand on his thigh, rubbing him while I jerked my cock, with my mouth full of his wet precum. Paul let go of my head and wrapped his hand around his wet cock, stroking generously.

"Let's go where we can be more comfortable and release some tension." He said if suddenly realizing where we were, took me by my hand and led me to the couch.

Paul staggered as he set down on the sofa in front of me. I took off my shirt, revealing my six pack abs while Paul observe my body, stroking his meat. Then the next thing I knew, the old man had my dick in his mouth and sucking me as he jacking himself off wildly. This married man was a ferocious cock sucker! He couldn’t get enough of sucking my cock and from the way he was doing it, he definitely had done it before.

I felt myself fixing to cum when Paul suddenly took his mouth away from my cock.

“You near cuming?” He asked. When I nodded he said, “I want you to fuck me.”

Damn if that’s wasn’t exactly what I wanted. As good as him sucking me had felt, the thoughts of fucking him had been in the back of my mind all the time.

I spit in my hand several times and smeared it all over my cock making it wet and slippery. Then I got down between Paul’s hairy legs as he began to raise and spread them even more. I expected it to be difficult to push my thick, 7" cock into him, but Paul’s asshole took my dick easily. And I realized that he had done a lot more than just sucked a few dicks in his life.

“Yes, give me that big dick.” The 82 year old called out. “Make me yours!”

I swear his asshole was hotter than any I have ever had. And looking down and seeing his hard cock bouncing up and down just added to my pleasure. In fact, I reached down and grabbed Paul’s dick and pumped in unison with my pumping his ass. I was really enjoying the sensation of his ass squeezing my dick.

Then I just lay on top of him as started kissing him as I fucked his old asshole as hard and fast I possible.

Damn! I couldn’t get enough of kissing the old millionaire. We devoured each other as we kissed and fucked. And damn if Paul didn’t shoot off on my stomach without me even touching his dick. Feeling his hot load of sperm against my belly caused me to shoot my own load deep inside his hot hole.

Another married man conquered, and another notch on my bedpost.

[royaletiquette]

“So? Do you like it?” He asked with a far more serious face than usual, strutting around her dressing table to expose the new golden and green cape he had specially crafted, making sure she wouldn’t miss the way the pearls and emeralds were shining under the light of the morning sun. He was just salty because she had complimented another duke’s fashion during the last ball, throwing his ego to the ground once more… Because she had never complimented him in the end and he had succeeded being the most handsome valet of the night! He looked far more dashing than this arrogant little prick and his fat nose, and whatever cape he had worn during the masquerade, it wasn’t as beautiful as the one he had created right now. Ah! 

“Hibiko!” He whined and turned around, throwing a dramatic and concerned look over his shoulder, a light pout appearing on his noble features. Wasn’t he cute when he showed that he was hurt? Wouldn’t she melt in front of those desperate golden eyes? “It’s better than him, right? Right?! Mine is full of pearls, rare emeralds and golden frills! It’s better! It fits my face, it enlightens my size! I’m beautiful!” He huffed and eventually came closer, before he removed the cape from his shoulder and wrapped it around her shoulders. It was soft like fox fur, but at least he hadn’t killed any thanks to his magic. 

“I forgive you because you needed to be nice to him, I get it. But now you can be mean and speak up your mind. Mmh?” He chuckled, with a rather mischievous little laughter and other foxy noises escorting his petty statement. He squatted in front of her until he dropped his knees on the floor, pressing his cheek against her covered thighs. “You’re like a dove, and he’s nothing but a smelly pig. Don’t be too nice with bacon like this, they get fat over the years.” He paused and nuzzled against the fur of the cape. “A fox is always better…” 

"Yes, it's very nice," Hibiko absent-mindedly answered, treating the gaudy cape similar to a child's drawing. Glancing up at Marlo to fake attention before returning to trying to put on the last of her jewelry before latching up her shoes. He was allowed in early with the assumption that he would help her get ready quicker, but instead left the princess to run around while he followed after her around the large room.

She faced him with an almost equally as frustrated pout - though Marlo was easily winning between them which was the obvious drama queen. The show moved to the couch, unable to help the clashing garment being draped over her. "Are you asking me to compliment the cape or you?" Hibiko whined in annoyance, already broken down and happy to say whatever Marlo wanted to hear. "It's gorgeous, it brings out your eyes." Sarcasm littered in her voice, barely containing an eye roll. Hibiko tried to nudge away from Marlo attaching himself to her leg and fixing her heels.

"Marlo, I have zero clue who you're talking about, we have a lot of people visiting right now." She had a couple of ideas, but there was so much flattery and greetings and compliments being thrown around in the past week. Hibiko couldn't keep straight who arrived yesterday, who was leaving that night, and who still had another week to their stay. "I'm sure it's beautiful compared to what he had on." Still not a clue who she was supposed to be trash-talking. "I mean it's a little... much personally, but yes, it's stunning on you."

"Look," Hibiko stood up and held out a hand to help him stand. Taking off the heavy, overly decorated cape to pass over to Marlo, "Why don't you wear it to the ball in a couple of days so I can see it in its proper glory? There are enough people that I doubt anyone will second guess who you are. And if they do, then you can have fun making up a story. But right now I need to go talk to my mom before they gather up the guests for breakfast." With a goodbye kiss to his cheek, "I'll look into changing my dress that night into something that better compliments green, okay?"

[powerfultenderness]

omg halloween fics im so excited! my first thought was the gang deciding to not dress up as anything spooky bc one member is comically afraid of the season, they go the wholesome route and all agree to dress as their heroes. peacemaker shows up in full 70s glam rocker costume. vigilante is, of course, dressed as peacemaker. and you show up in an adorably makeshift vigilante costume! hes saved your life a dozen times, of course hes your hero!!

Don't You Get It?

Rated: T+

Pairing: gn!Reader/Adrian Chase

Summary:  When the Adebayo’s request non-scary costumes at their Halloween party this year, you and Adrian are forced to get a little creative.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2192

A/N: Ah, ty for this suggestion! I liked it so much that it got a little out of hand and I had to cut out a couple of scenes! 😅

🔪[#Vigilante Halloween Masterlist] 🕊

[Masterlist]

[Dividers]

“No. Fucking. Way!” 

“What?” Leota called after you as you dashed further into the clothing section of the store.

When she caught up with you, you spun around with an excited flourish as you held up a black tee shirt. It had Vigilante’s signature chevron pattern printed on the chest. 

“Do you think Adrian gets a cut of the sales?” 

She laughed as you put the shirt back on the rack and grabbed one in your size. 

“How? They can’t just send a check to “Vigilante”. It would be cool though, maybe he'd be able to quit his job.”

You snorted out a laugh and dropped the shirt in your basket. “Can you imagine Vig as a full time crime fighter? You thought he was wanted on multiple counts of murder before?” 

“You’re right. Fennel Fields keeps him humble. I can’t believe you’re actually buying that.”

“I don’t know how, or when, but one day it’ll come in handy.”

She laughed and moved onto the next section of the store.

That was a couple of months ago. “Summer of Super Heroes” the store called their little promotion. There had been clothes based on other heroes, of course. Mostly Batman and Superman, but locations with local heroes also got merchandise based on them. Peacemaker and Vigilante had been hailed as heroes after the whole Butterfly incident, so they also had merchandise. It wasn’t much, it looked like you missed all of the Peacemaker merchandise, but you were lucky enough to snag a Vigilante shirt before it sold out.

Now Halloween was approaching and the Adebayo’s were hosting a party in which they were requesting no scary costumes. 

“I can’t believe I can’t go as Leatherface!” Adrian complained while you stitched him up from his latest recklessness. 

It hadn’t been an official ARGUS mission, but you had a major soft spot for the vigilante, so you gave him a standing offer to help him out whenever he needed, and he needed help often. According to him, even your band-aids were somehow even better than his! 

“I was gonna bring a chainsaw and everything! It’s not fair! I can’t even use a chainsaw on pretend bad guys!”

You finished up, double checking your work just for the chance to subtly run your fingers across his incredibly chiseled abs. “I don’t think there are going to be many pretend bad guys anyways, V.” You started and pulled your hands away from his warmth and removed your gloves. “Remember Adebayo suggested that we come as our hero or something.”

"That's so lame!"

You started to tidy up your med kit while he tossed a shirt on. “Hmm.”

“What?” He asked once his head popped through his shirt.

“Nothing, really. I just thought you’d be jumping at the chance to dress up as Peacemaker.” 

He loudly gasped and his eyes went wide.”You’re right! It’s not lame!” But just as quickly as he had changed his mind, he returned to pouting. “But, where am I going to get a Peacemaker shirt in time?!” 

“Just buy a red shirt.” 

“But it’s gotta have the dove of Peace on it!”

“Paint it on?”

“It won’t look good if I do it!” He huffed, “can you do it?”

“Hmm, probably not well.” You conceded. 

He whined and pouted again, so you continued to spin ideas for him. You couldn’t have your favorite boy feeling all sad, no matter how cute he looked.

“Doesn’t Chris have multiples of that shirt? Just use one of those?”

He looked at you dubiously. “I know you think I’m big and muscly,” he was, “but P’s shirts won’t fit me! It’ll look stupid if it’s all baggy!” 

“Okay. Tell you what, if you can get one of his shirts, I can do a bit of tailoring and bring it in for you.”

“Really?” He gasped and leaned forward on the desk he was sitting on.

“Yea. I’ll even let it back out after the party so he doesn't get mad at you for ruining one of his shirts.”

“You can do that?”

“Pretty easy, actually.” You nodded.

“You’re so cool!” He hopped off the desk and pulled you up into a big hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He rocked you from side to side as he continued to hug you. 

“Calm down, Vig!” You winced from how loud he was.

He dropped you with an apology and a wide smile gracing his lips, then helped you clean and lock up before leaving Henenlotter in a rush, presumably to borrow one of Peacemaker’s shirts.

-

The next day he texted you saying that he got a hold of one of Peacemaker’s shirts and he was going to drop it off at your place. It was later than you expected when he actually showed up, but considering he was wearing his Fennel Fields uniform, you guessed he just got off of work.

“Hey,” he greeted as you let him in. “Can I change here?” He motioned to the duffel bag in his hands, one you’d seen many times before and knew to contain his Vigilante suit.

“Sure.” You took the Peacemaker shirt from him and tossed it on the back of your couch. Then you grabbed the measuring tape you set out for when he got there. “But before you put your Vigilante suit on, let me take some measurements.” 

“Ok!” He said cheerily, but he walked away towards your bathroom.

“Oh…no.” you blinked, “I meant…” well he was already in the bathroom…

Sure enough, a minute later he returned to the living room in nothing but his tactical pants and socks. Not that you were going to complain.

It surprised you (not for the first time) how soft his skin was. Usually when you patched him up, you wore gloves, robbing you of the feeling of his skin. But now, as you took his measurements, you were reminded of just how soft his skin was. So few scars actually covered his body, despite how often he got hurt. You’d only been around the team for a few months, a more than welcome field medic, and by all accounts, he should have way more scars, but even the wound you stitched up last night was nothing but a light pink blemish that was sure to fade completely rather soon. 

“Do you have a costume yet?” He asked once you let him go. He sat down on the couch and started to slip on the rest of his suit.

“Uhm, not really.” You half lied. You had an idea, and you were pretty certain you could get all the components for the costume from your existing wardrobe. 

“Oh! If you want, I can borrow another shirt from Peacemaker and we can match!” 

His smile was so cute that you almost felt bad for shooting him down. But there was no way you were going to wear a Peacemaker costume! “No thanks, I’ll think of something before the party.” 

“Aww! How awesome would it be if we were both Peacemaker though?” 

 You chuckled and steeled your nerves. Honestly, if he kept that up you might just give in. “Maybe we can wear matching costumes next year?”

-

You were running a little late to the party. A quick text to Adebayo meant that no one was worried, though Adrian kept texting you updates on the party and sent a few pictures as well. (You may have saved the selfies that he sent. He just looked so happy and so good that it was hard to resist!) 

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It wasn’t just the 11th Street Kids, but some of Keeya’s friends and coworkers as well as some of their neighbors. So it was a bit hectic when Leota answered the door. She was balancing a bowl of candy in one arm and a dog in a doctor costume in the other.

“Hey! Happy Halloween! Come on in!” 

You followed her in with an enthusiastic greeting. 

The dog in her arms started to squirm so she motioned to a room off the side of the entryway. “You can put your coat and hat down in there.” 

“Alright.” You didn’t bother to correct her, that the plain black baseball cap that you wore was part of your costume, as you headed for the room she pointed to.

Before you even opened the door, you heard your name yelled from across the party.

Adrian had spotted you walking in, in fact he’d been eagerly checking his phone for a text from you and watching the door every time the doorbell rang. He quickly caught up with you as you entered what you assumed was a small guest bedroom, if the twin bed tucked in the corner and piled with coats was anything to go by. 

He started to excitedly tell you how everyone, even Peacemaker,  said his costume looked so good. And that because of your tailoring Peacemaker hadn’t even noticed that he borrowed a shirt from him in the first place!

“Wait, you didn’t even tell him you were borrowing his shirt? Adrian, isn’t that stealing?” You teased him as you dropped your coat with the others on the bed. 

“No! It’s not technically stealing because…” he stopped talking as he took in your costume.

Once you had the Vigilante shirt, it was easy to put together a Vigilante costume, as you already owned tactical pants and combat boots. 

You raised a brow at his sudden silence. “Adrian?”

“...Holy shit. You’re dressed as me?” 

“Yea!” You smiled, then pulled up the black neck gaiter you were wearing and popped on a pair of red sunglasses. “What do you think?” 

“...You’re dressed as me.” 

You blinked and started to get a little concerned that he was repeating himself. “Yea..? Not enough? Too much?” 

“No. I don’t think you understood what Adebayo said. We’re supposed to dress up as our heroes.” He emphasized his point by clapping his hands together.

You looked down at your costume before looking back up at him. “Yea dude, I got that. We had a whole conversation about it while I was giving you stitches, remember?”

He gave a little frustrated growl, like you weren’t understanding him, and scrunched up his face. “But you’re supposed to dress up as your hero! And you’re dressed up as me!” 

You took off your sunglasses and pulled the mask down so he could see your face clearly. “Adrian, Vigilante has saved me at least a dozen times, if not more! You saved me. So of course you’re my hero.” 

He swallowed, “o-oh…”

You broke the slightly awkward silence that followed with a quiet cough. “But if you want me to change or something, I’m sure Leota has some-”

“No! No. I just, uhmmm…” Adrian was looking up as he tried to think of something, anything, to say. His blush no longer stained his cheeks because of frustration, but you had just called him your hero. 

“I look that good, huh?” You giggled a little nervously as you copied the Peacemaker hero pose (that you’re pretty sure he just made up) that he kept doing in the pictures he sent you. 

That seemed to snap him out of his stupor and he grinned at you. “Well you are dressed as the second coolest hero!”

“What? I’m totally dressed up as the first coolest hero!” 

He blushed even more, even the tips of his ears were turning pink, and looked down at his feet.

“Which makes what I’m about to do a little weird.” You finished and flipped your hat backwards.

He looked up and tilted his head in that cute way he always did when he was confused. “What are you about to do?” “This.” You quickly kissed him, just a little peck of the lips. 

You meant to kiss him and dash off to the party to deal with however he felt about you kissing him later, but he quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you close to him. 

He dropped his forehead to yours, his nose lightly bumping against yours and he grinned. “Eat peace, motherfucker.” 

You snorted out a laugh, unable to control your chuckling until he kissed you. He was smiling against your lips, laughing with you even as he nipped at your bottom lip. 

“Nu-uh! You guys are not having sex in here!” Leota yelled as she stood in the doorway pointing at the two of you.

You and Adrian jumped apart slightly, but he managed to keep one hand on your back, as you looked at Leota in surprise, neither of you heard her open the door.

“We weren’t going to have sex!” You protested her assumption.

“We weren’t?” 

You coughed quietly and looked at him. “Well, not here, anyways!” 

Which meant that you were open to have sex with him anywhere else! “Awesome!” 

Leota eyed you, though you could see the amusement in her eyes, and ushered you out of the room.

You weren’t sure what was sweeter, the candy you kept munching on, or how closely Adrian was glued to your side for the rest of the night.

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@lululandd

[tezzy-lovez]

♡SATURDAYS POST♡ (i was sick on Saturday so I'm posting it on Tuesday today)

☆○•《Ive been thirsting for Thoma for awhile now.. a man maid, I thought regular maids were cute, imagine having a man under your full control 😻💅》•○☆

Thoma,,

,,wants to travel to liyue for your anniversary, of course, that's not all of his intentions..

Cw: Dom/Sub, Fem!reader, in public/0n a ship, established relationship, classic one bed trope, implied breeding/breed kink

MINORS DNI

!!NSFW BELOW THE CUT!!

It was yours and Thoma's anniversary. The morning before, actually. You reached out to ring the bell that called him, but you had just noticed he was already there waiting for you in the doorway.

You both hadn't announced your relationship to anyone in the clan, it was a secret held between you and Thoma. Well, everyone who did know were always strangers. Your father had planned for you to get married to a man from sumeru, but you held it off.

Everyone in inazuma knew your face, so you and Thoma couldn't go on dates there.. Which is why, you and Thoma would end up traveling to mondstadt or liyue to avoid the stares and confusion.

Thoma helped you get dressed, sliding up your socks, putting on your boots, tying your middle piece up, all while asking you questions about breakfast, tea, and luggage. You looked normal aside from not wearing all the plates, armor, or extra things you don't need.

Thoma walked with you down the stairs to the dining hall, you usually ate with family, but your parents are working and your siblings are all at their own home with their S.O. "My lady, when will your departure be?"

You both had to leave for liyue at separate times to avoid suspicion.

"In around 2 hours, I must eat and bring my luggage to the docks, I do not want to miss the ship." You replied.

Thoma always had a quick response, it was a built in servant response.

"Would you like me to help carry your luggage?"

You thought about it, if you didn't day yes, the other maids would find it odd.

"Sure. Thank you."

"It really is a pleasure, my lady."

He had a harsh emphasis on 'my' so you turned to him and gave a harsh stare. You flung your head back when he chuckled and finished eating your breakfast.

After eating, you told the maids that they could have free time as long as you weren't there, so they could see their families too. They always admired you, you weren't rude like your parents who treated the maids like robots.

When the house became empty, you and Thoma finally dropped the act and snuggled.

"Are your bags ready packed?"

"Yes, I have them ready at the front gates. What time is it?"

Thoma shuffled out of bed to find a clock, just looking out the door and into the hallway.

"Um, may I ask when you're supposed to leave?"

"Around 2:30pm, why?"

Thoma gasped and looked at you.

"It's...2:27pm"

You shrieked and jumped out of bed. You grabbed Thomas wrist and bolted to the front door, unlocking and leaving the manor. You both rushed to the gate and slid through, no time to waste.

It was a dash to the ship, they should be leaving at 2:35 so you have 6 minutes or so. You ran down flights of stairs, took shortcuts through houses and noticed that they were just about to pick up the stairs that led onto the ship.

Thoma ran up and stopped them just in time. You both, still out of breath, dragged along your luggage to find your room number. You were expecting things to go smooth so you got a small twin sized mattress room secluded from the other rooms.

Thoma sighed and sat on the floor next to the bed, he seemed very tired. You sat on the bed, it wasn't the highest of quality but it was good enough to fall asleep on. Thoma looked up at you and finally spoke.

"That was.. so close. Tonight, I'll sleep on the floor so you may have the bed."

You felt gloomy..

"We can always share.. it's small but it's do-able."

Thoma chuckled and when you asked, he shrugged it off. You mainly just left to use the restroom and eat dinner when it was being served. After dinner, you asked Thoma when you'd be arriving. He didn't know, so he left to go ask the captain.

While he was gone, you pulled out some old books stored on a shelf. One had caught your attention, it had bold letters "DIARY" is what it said. You flipped to a random page, unexpected of the writing placed in it. Someone wrote some very.. erotic things and must have accidentally left it on the ship.

Your face turned a bright red and you threw the book into the trash..

Thoma ran in and let you know the time and that you'd arrive in 7 hours at the break of dawn. He then shot you a confused glare.

"Uh? Y/n? Is everything alright? Your face is red, are you burning up?"

The ship was fairly warm and humid.

"Um, yes. It must be the air, it is very humid out on the sea and I'm not really used to it."

Thoma seemed to agree and dropped the topic.

Later when night fell, you both had changed into your pajamas. He really only wore these cute bunny pants, you on the other hand wore a thin tank top and just underwear. You didn't expect to be with Thoma...

You both got ready to sleep and Thoma laid against the wall first, while you snuggled into him as he spooned and cuddled you.

Around an hour later, Thoma was already asleep and you were dreaming.

The dream was a visual representation of that diary you had read earlier... you were the writer and Thoma was the lover. In the dream, Thoma was kissing you and licking down your neck. Your face was red when you looked, only to see Thoma naked and you stilled clothed.

Thoma gripped your breasts while exploring your mouth, one hand on your right book and his other hand holding your arms up. You whimpered and squirmed, feeling the heat growing in your underwear. You moaned and he ripped of your clothing, allowing free access to your skin underneath the clothes.

You wiggled around, the cold air hitting your nipples and making them harden. Thoma felt this so he shoved his fingers in your mouth while he sucked your chest, gently biting your nipple, which made you shriek with excitement, pain, and arousal all at the same time.

Until you woke up. Thoma still spooning you while asleep aside from his hand placement shifting from your belly to your chest. It felt nice so you didn't move his hand away. You slowly reached your own hand down to your pussy. You recall the dream to well, he felt so good.

You felt a small bit of cum pool in your panties, nothing really happened and you were already so wet for Thoma. You let your fingers slip into your panties and felt around.

You slipped your middle finger between your folds and found your clit. You jumped just a bit when you started to rub it, sending you an enormous amount of arousal. You started to go faster and felt your heat rise. Just recalling the dream.. it sure was alot to handle.

You subconsciously put Thoma's fingers into your mouth, drooling all over them and sucking them. You wanted to to be just like the dream. You felt a rise and then you felt the orgasm..

During your high you whimpered a bit and shoved yor legs together to stop it was dripping. You were so caught up in it that you never felt Thomas hard-on straining through his pants. Thomas hand pulled away from your breast and grabbed your cum covered hand.

You were shocked and yelped, especially after he smirked and licked all of your juices off your finger. You blushed and didn't know what to say.

"You could have just woken me and asked, but I guess this is a nice surprise too, my lady."

He grinded his cock on your ass, groaning as he did it because you shoved back too. You purposely rubbed against him to tease him, his favorite part about you.

He accidentally let out a moan and you squeezed your legs together. He gripped you thigh and held it up, allowing easy access inside. He put his finger into your panties, slipping his finger through your folds.

"So wet.. and it's all for me?"

You moaned and nodded.

He flipped you over and pinned your hands above your head, you can feel him slip between your legs and his boner rubbing against you.

"You made me like this, baby. Seems like you have to deal with the consequences..."

You couldn't take the high anymore and started to beg.

"Thoma please! Give it to me.. please~"

"Awh you know I can't resist you when you give me those adorable puppy eyes.."

Thoma carefully slid pff his pants and pulled back your underwear, allowing him full control of your pussy.

He slid the tip between your folds to lubricate it, you were wet already so it wasn't gonna be any problem.

You winced once you felt the tip enter your hole, he wasn't super long but the girth was so worth it. You whimpered and he grinned at you, pushing it more in just to see your face.

He stopped pinning you and grabbed onto your thighs to separate them for more room inside of you. He was coming in and out at a rapid pace, moving your body up and down with every thrust.

You gripped your hands on his arms hoping for some kinda of stability.

"You like being filled with my cock? On the outside you're so.. ngh- sweet, but on the inside you're filthy and.. ah- only I know it."

Thoma smirked and bent down to kiss your cheek.

"Aren't I just the luckiest servant in the world, my lady?"

He whispered into your ear, just then, he hit your gspot and you tilted your head backwards. He made you feel so full, you were seeing stars.

Thoma came soon after, painting your womb with his cum and fingering you to push it back in.

"Hmm, how beautiful our daughter will be."

You joked and responded sarcastically.

"How do you know its gonna be a g-"

Before you could completely finish, he grabbed your chin and pulled it closer to his.

"Because if it's not, I'll have to just pump you full over and over again." He said before kissing you on the lips longer than usual, intertwining your tongue with his.

"I'll go get some wrags to clean up the mess, after all, I am your servant aren't I right, my lady?"

[bluestshade]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader (NSFW, Minors DNI)

Summary: Armin takes an interest that feels a little taboo but when you’re so accomodating with him he can’t help but lower his guard a little, and so do you.

Word Count: 4.6k

Content: Modern AU, College Armin, Armin is a Nerd, Crossdressing, Riding, Subby Armin, Premature Ejaculation, Kissing, Raw sex, Begging, Soft Bullying, Vaginal Sex

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“Armin…you’re gorgeous.”

Your breath was tight in your chest as you took a step back and took him in. You had barely needed to change much. A little blush on his already rosy cheeks, the mascara only really darkened his already long lashes. Granted, you may have taken some artistic licence by giving him a generous wing with copper eyeliner (to compliment the blue in his eyes) and a smattering of freckles, a dash of highlighter here or there. You hadn’t even needed to touch the concealer and it felt like a sin to cover his skin in foundation, it was soft as a babe and just as smooth. How had you never noticed how clear his damn skin was? Did he take good care of it or was it just all the time he spent indoors?

“Um, thank you.” His cheeks noticeably flushed as he cast his eyes downward, pulling at the hem of the skirt. It only drew your eyes to his thighs. True, he still had leg hair there, but if he wanted to make this convincing it would be simple enough to remove it.

You swallowed dryly, forcing your eyes back up to his, “Do you like it?”

Armin leaned in close to the full length mirror, touching his face as he stared in awe, “I look like a completely different person. It’s…not what I expected. It looks a lot more natural than on Drag Race.�� He twisted his body in the mirror, smoothing over the fabric around his waist and smiled at himself, “I look quite pretty, though.”

“Does it fit alright?” You asked, eyeing the top. He’d been too nervous to try it on in the thrift store so it was an estimated size, it hugged him tightly and you weren’t sure if it was too small. You reached for the fabric, running your fingertips underneath the hem to test the give. Armin yelped and you withdrew your hand quickly.

“Sorry!” You held your offending hands up in a panicked gesture. That’s right, he’s not a girlfriend who’s come over to try on some clothes. You can’t just adjust his clothes or touch him like that. The reminder that he was in fact, a man, made you flustered all over again.

“No…it’s okay. It just startled me. I-it’s tighter than my usual clothes but it’s not uncomfortable.” He smoothed over the top with his palms, rubbing his red cheeks before pulling away suddenly and checking he hadn’t rubbed off any make up in the mirror.

You sat on the bed with a sigh, “We could take some pictures if you like. It seems a waste to get you all dressed up just to take it off.”

Armin spun around, a bright smile on his face, “That’s a great idea! I’ll get my camera!” 

He was already opening the door before you could protest, slipping out as you gaped at the door slowly closing shut behind him. You waited a few moments before Armin returned, blushing red right to the tips of his ears and clutching the camera tightly to his chest.

“You…you forgot what you looked like, didn’t you?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah…” He smiled weakly, “Reiner…”

“Did he say anything?” 

“N-no…” He shook his head, “He just stared at me.”

“Are you okay?”

“Maybe he didn’t recognise me?” Armin looked down as he fiddled with the camera, a hopeful lilt to his voice.

“Yeah, probably.” Even Reiner isn’t that stupid. You changed the subject quickly, taking the camera out of his hands. “Shall we take some pictures, then?”

You had no clue how he was supposed to pose or if the lighting was good, but honestly it didn’t matter. Now Armin was comfortable, he was much happier. He had been so nervous about this to begin with. You had to do the make up first with the promise that it would wipe off straight away if he changed his mind before he would even consider putting the clothes on, but now he seemed a lot more confident that you weren’t doing this to prank him. Armin’s smile was infectious and it wasn’t long before the two of you were giggling like teenage girls doing a fashion shoot in their bedroom after school. It didn’t take much to make Armin look good either, his slim figure and pretty face looked good no matter what position he was in.

When you had first met Armin you would never have expected that this is how you would be spending time together but seeing Armin smile more now more than you had in the whole time you shared a dorm with him definitely made it worth it.

“I never get this sort of stuff, they look like clowns.” Reiner gave a halfhearted frown, waving a hand dismissively at the TV.

You opened your mouth to retort but Armin cut you off, “That’s a pretty outdated opinion, Reiner. Drag is actually a whole art form and has a lot of history.”

You both gaped at Armin, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the screen. Once you had recovered from your surprise you turned back to Reiner, “Yeah. What he said.”

Reiner scoffed, “Whatever, I’m going out.” He pushed himself off the sofa, leaving the door of the shared kitchen to swing shut after he left.

“Idiot. Well, at least you have taste, Armin.” It was probably the first compliment you’d ever paid Armin. He was polite but the more you got to know him the more you found him a little pretentious, not that you had spoken to him much since arriving in dorms. Five other housemates, each with their own bedroom ensuite and a shared kitchen. Of the six of you, he was probably the one who kept to himself the most and didn’t often come out of his room much less chitchat. You did, however, share a few classes with him. That’s how you’d found out he was a bit of a know-it-all. It meant he was useful to have around during tricky assignments but asking him for help was a little awkward, due to him being quiet. Honestly he just seemed a little nerdy, which is why you were surprised he sat down to watch TV in the first place.

“Oh…thank you?” He flushed.

It was a pleasant surprise, the other two girls in your dorm weren’t really a fan of the same TV shows you watched. Maybe you and Armin could be friends after all. You smiled, turning back to the TV, “So who’s your favourite?”

Themed nights out were so cringy. So why were you all in the thrift store rifling through racks for an acceptable 60s costume? Reiner and Jean had even dragged poor Armin along. You spotted Armin’s blond head bobbing as he hovering around the racks looking completely lost and sighed. He didn’t exactly seem like the clubbing type so he probably had no idea what to pick usually let alone for a theme. You made your way over to him, glancing at the dark fabric he was holding.

“Do you want some help?” You asked, thinking what he was holding was far too gloomy for a decent 60s costume.

Armin jumped and spun around, eyes round, “I-I was just looking!” He said it far too quickly, like it was rehearsed.

“What are you…?” You smirked, amused at his dramatic reaction and watched as he hastily tried to stuff the clothes he was holding back unsuccessfully into the rack. Now that you were looking at it properly it was obviously a skirt.

“Wait.” You said, placing your hands on the hanger gently, “Can I see?”

Armin gave you a pleading look but didn’t resist when you smiled, taking the skirt out of his hands. It was a dark pleated number, quite short but cute none-the-less. You held the skirt up as you looked at it thoughtfully.

“Want to try it on?” You asked mildly. 

Armin was distractedly looking around, the others were all engrossed in a colourful rack across the store. “Oh…but that’s for a girl.”

“So? If you like it just try it on.”

“It…probably won’t look very good on me. I don’t really know what I’m doing with this sort of thing.” He pulled the sleeves of his blue sweater over his hands, as if covering more of himself would help him disappear.

“I can help. I don’t mind.” You smiled reassuringly, looking back at the skirt. It looked around the right size for him as well. It was a little risque for yourself to wear outside but if you were to wear it you could imagine it going well with a light coloured crop top, some chunky boots, maybe a knitted cardigan would look pretty cute with it too. You definitely had some accessories that would go well with that kind of look he could borrow. “We could get you a top too if you like.”

Armin hesitantly looked back at the skirt in your hands, licking his lips nervously as he regarded you. If he was looking for any indication that you were teasing him he wouldn’t find any. 

 “Would you take it to the register if I give you the money?” He finally asked quietly.

“It’s on me. Let’s find some stuff to go with it.” You went straight to the tops and Armin looked over your shoulder as he restlessly watched you rifle through the racks. You soon found what you were looking for and pulled it out, holding it against Armin’s chest. He was a little broader than a girl his height would usually be but it should work.

“Do you want to try this stuff on?” You asked.

“Not here.” He blanched, “Can we just try it on at the flat? We can always take it back if it doesn't fit, right?”

“Okay, don’t worry about it.” You grinned, gathering up the clothes in your arms, “But we should also find something for you to wear on the 60s night.”

Armin groaned, “Do we have to? I don’t even know if I want to go to that.” 

“If I have to, you do too.”

“That’s a good one.” Armin smiled as he pointed to himself laying on the bed on the camera screen. Your eyes lingered on his lashes, now concealed by his usual glasses. He had kept them off for the pictures but needed them to look through them. It was amazing how much of a difference just taking off his glasses and styling his chin length hair did. He made a really cute girl.

Armin looked up when you didn’t respond, peering at you with big blue eyes. God, with those freckles he looked very fawn-like.

You cleared your throat, trying to find something to say, “Oh, uh, you have a bit of mascara…”

“Where?” He asked, touching the wrong side of his face.

“It’s fine, I can just…” You lifted his glasses and swiped the smudge with your thumb but it stubbornly smeared under his eye, “Hang on.” You flick your tongue out of your mouth and lick the tip of your thumb, leaning closer for a better look. It’s only when you try to wet the mark and try to gently rub it off when you notice how red Armin’s face has gotten as he blinked, trying to look anywhere but right in front of him. Was he nervous about being so close to you? Cute.

Your eyes meet his; he looked too sweet when he looks at you from underneath his lashes like that. It’s hard to look away, even. You find yourself trapped in his bright blue eyes, smeared makeup forgotten. The only thing that breaks you from your trance is his pink tongue quickly slipping in between his lips, wetting them. The little motion had your heart in your throat. His mouth looked soft. Absentmindedly you licked your own lips, Armin watched your mouth move intently. Your lips slightly parted as you tried to summon words from your throat, you were acutely aware that you had been staring too long. You needed to say something, lean away at least, but you for some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to move away.. 

Armin murmured your name, it was so quiet you barely heard it even with how close you were. He tilted his head slightly to bump your nose against his, so close you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips a hair breadth away. All you would need to do is just move forward a centimetre. No, less than that. You closed your eyes and grazed your mouth against his lightly. He really was soft. Armin gasped softly into the kiss, you were about to pull away when his hand gripped your shirt tightly and pulled you closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it past his ear. You briefly wondered what kind of conditioner he used as you pushed into the kiss instinctively. Your hand knocked the forgotten camera to your side as you leant forward and moved to stabilise yourself, fingers brushing Armin’s thigh. He let out a muffled noise against your mouth, opening his mouth and running his tongue gingerly over your bottom lip. 

He was soft and gentle, like he was testing the waters. Even when you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue only flicked timidly against yours, not daring to go too deep. It was infuriating. If he wouldn’t take the lead you would. You slowly slid your tongue further inside, savouring the way he gave a little surprised pant into your mouth. Armin squirmed as you took your time massaging his tongue, sucking it, only pulling away to nip at his lips while he caught his breath.

Armin moved his face away and pulled at his skirt between the two of you with a frustrated little grunt. You quietly watched him with a dazed expression, taking in the blush that had crept down his neck. It took you a second to follow his gaze to his lap, your eyes widening at the very clear lump in his skirt. It was obvious no matter how much he tried to push it down by pulling on his clothes.

“Oh. Armin, it’s okay.” You said softly.

“S-sorry.” He worried his lip between his teeth. He was clearly embarrassed, so why did it make you want to push him further? Was he inexperienced, getting hard over this? Knowing the state he was in underneath that thin pleated fabric was creating an enticing image in your mind.

You placed your hand gently on the hem his fingers tightly clung to, the other resting on his hip, “It’s okay, can I see?”

His nose crinkled in the most endearing way as he winced, “I didn’t…”

“Didn’t, what?” You asked, leaning closer as he mumbled panicked words quickly.

“Didn’t…wear underwear.” There was nowhere for him to hide his face but the crook of your neck, his skin felt hot against your skin.

“Oh.”

He muttered quick excuses against your jaw, “The skirt didn’t sit right over my boxers…it didn’t seem right to ask to borrow your underwear…” Honestly, you weren’t listening anymore, you held the back of his head as your eyes dipped to the hem he still clung to. You watched your own fingers as they slowly pried his from the skirt and nudged the fabric upwards. Armin whimpered feebly as you slowly pushed the fabric up his thighs, was it rubbing against him? The thought only made you more excited to look. He got this way just from a kiss? You knew he was a bit of a recluse but was he really that touch-starved? Or was the clothing affecting it? Soon you had the skirt bunched at his hips, bulge evident in the crumpled fabric. You couldn’t resist running your hand over the concealed length. 

A choked moan burst from Armin as his hips twitched into your hand, his fingers digging into your clothes as he stuttered, “N-no!”

“No?” You frowned, pausing as he rutted into your hand. It soon became clear what he meant when a damp patch began to spread through the thin fabric of the skirt.

“Armin…did you just…”

“..orry…m sorry…I didn’t…” He sniffed into your shoulder, completely mortified.

“Armin.” You shifted him off your shoulder, forcing him to face you with two hands either side of his cheeks. He wouldn’t even look at you, his eyes were glassy as he turned away with his pink lips pressed into a thin line, “Armin, you’re so cute.”

It was like a switch was turned on for you, he was just so incredibly sensitive and reactive to everything you were doing. He got a hard on just from kissing, he came almost as soon as you touched him through his clothes. Was this that exciting for him? Your mind was racing, if this was how he reacted to the bare minimum how would he behave if you did more?

Armin was startled enough at your sudden compliment to meet your eye, “...Cute?”

You hummed a response against his neck, lips pressed in the perfect place to feel his throat bob as he swallowed. Your hands had found his skirt again, bunching up the fabric in your fist and pulling it tightly to his hip. 

Armin ground against the material with a soft gasp as it rubbed tightly against him. As fast as he’d cummed the first time it hadn’t seemed to have helped him much, it didn’t look like his cock had gone down at all. The both of you watched as you lifted the skirt, revealing an almost painful looking erection. His wet tip was flushed and  still connected to the skirt through a sticky string of cum struggling to hold on.

You covered your mouth and groaned. It was too much. Seeing nerdy little Armin dressed up in a slutty skirt, cock twitching as he couldn’t turn his flustered face to make eye contact with you. You wanted to do so much to him, tease more of those flustered little noises from him. The thick pounding in your cunt was making you impatient however and as much as you wanted to bully him more you wanted to move things along.

“Armin.” You breathed, pushing him gently onto his back as you clambered onto him. His hair splayed behind his head like a golden halo, “Do you want to have sex?”

You were already flicking open the buttons of your jeans as his eyes widened, “Sex?! Are you sure?”

Your fingers dipped into your pants confirming what you already knew, the thin material of your underwear was clinging to your cunt but sliding an experimental finger in between them surprised even yourself at how wet you were. It made you chuckle slightly, weren't you just so amazed that he could be so turned on by so little? He hadn’t even touched you yet but had probably made just as much of a mess on your clothes as he had. “Yeah, you want to?”

Armin gave a nervous looking nod as you shucked your pants, you were too impatient to remove your underwear too and slid it to the side as you positioned yourself over him. You pushed the skirt over his stomach, exposing him completely.

Armin caught your hand hesitantly, “Wait! Straight away? Don’t I need a c-c-condom or something?”

“Nah, I’m on something for that.” Would you usually insist on more foreplay before something like this? Yes, but you hadn’t been this wet in a long time and honestly? The thought of watching his face twist as you sunk down on him was too delicious of a thought. 

“But what about-” He squeaked, but you were already sheathing his tip inside of you. You didn’t stop until your hips sat flushed against his. His wide eyes blinked as his mouth opened in a silent scream, frozen still with his hand gripping yours tightly.

“Breath.” You let out a shaky breath of your own as you got used to the feel of him suddenly inside you, twitching around him as you shifted.

Armin took a sudden, sharp inhale. Chest falling and rising rapidly as he expelled wobbly breaths, “Oh! I’ve never…done it like this before.”

“Raw?” You chuckled, grinding your hips against his, “I’m honestly surprised you’ve done it at all.”

“I’m not-Ah! …virgin.” He writhed underneath you, hands grasping at whatever he could reach as you rocked on him. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips and you weren’t sure if he was trying to push you off or urge you on.

“Could have fooled me.” Your lips pulled back into a grin but the fire spreading down your thighs took it away, mouth opening to let out a moan as you ground down hard on him. Your hands gripped his waist to stabilise yourself as you chased the sweet feeling blooming in your cunt as you rolled your hips into his.

Needy little whines bubbled from Armin’s lips, “Please…can’t cum like this.”

“Need to cum again already? Let me have my turn.” You exhaled harshly, gyrating faster on him. Your knees were shaking with the effort but you were single minded at this point. Armin squirmed underneath you trying to get any movement of his hips but you had him pinned under your weight, he had little choice but to let you use him like a toy to get off. And what a pretty toy he was, the mascara that had started off a little smudged was now rimming his bottom lid from repeatedly squeezing his eyes shut. The lip gloss smeared over his lips where you had kissed him. He bit his lip desperately with a frustrated groan as you leaned forward and pressed your chest against his, tongue finding the dip in his clavicle as you placed a wet kiss there.

“Armin…” You moaned, feeling yourself tightening around him. You stilled with him completely inside, heel of your palm pushed against your twitching clit as low groans rumbled in your throat. Your teeth found his neck and he whimpered feebly at the feeling of you clenching him over and over again. You took a moment, waiting for the pulsing to stop before you started moving again.

Armin jolted underneath you, cock twitching dangerously as you started again, “Wait a second! Give me a minute.”

“Nope.” You murmured against his neck, hooking the tops of your feet over his thighs for better leverage before lifting yourself off him halfway and pushing him back inside you. 

“Oh god!” Armin wailed as you rocked a continuous pace on him, “Please, yes! Thank you…!”

You huffed out a laugh-turned-moan as he grabbed your hips pushing you desperately to move faster. Didn’t he just ask you to slow down? 

“D-don’t laugh. I can feel it.” He whined, bucking his hips eagerly. He couldn’t do much with your weight on him but now you were moving he could at least fuck into you a little bit.

His protests were only making you laugh more, “Does it feel good?”

“So good.” He panted, crying out loudly when you purposely squeezed him, “Don’t stop.”

“You’d make a pretty girl, Armin. You even kind of sound like one.” You smiled, wrapping your fingers around his soft jaw and planting a wet kiss on his mouth and filling it with your tongue before he could form a retort. His weak whines in your mouth only spurred on your hips. God, he was so loud. Just how loud could you make him get? When you pulled away to pant for breath you could feel a string of saliva snap and stick to his chin.

Armin wiped his mouth, pushing his head back into the duvet, “Ugh, p-please!”

“So polite.” You said breathlessly, blowing your hot breath in the shell of his ear and earning a high-pitched whimper as he matched his thrusts with the roll of your hips. His movements were starting to get jerky, breath faltering the more this carried on. You shivered at the slightly cold slap of his skin against yours, a coating of your own juices having spread into his hair and over his bare hips. He was fucking into you as fast as you would let him, his balls slapping your ass as he groaned loudly. He was an absolute mess and you loved it. His cock rubbed your g-spot with every shove into you and you were starting to lose control of how you twitched around him. Whimpers of your own to match his erupted from your lips, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum again.”

“I can’t…!” Armin keened, arching his hips from the bed to fuck into you desperately as his eyes rolled back with a completely gormless expression. The sight of him would have been almost ridiculous if it wasn’t such a massive turn on to see him completely lose it. 

He looked so hot like this, fucked stupid underneath you. You had never really considered yourself a dominant person but for him? It felt far too good. Once might not be enough. You whined as you fucked yourself on his twitching cock, Armin uttering broken moans helplessly underneath you. Your oversensitive cunt rippled around him, hips stuttering with the force of the climax crashing into you like waves. 

It took a second for you to catch your breath, Armin still inside you as he laid there limply gasping on the bed. You shuddered as you lifted yourself off him and rolled over next to him, a gradual silence settling between the two of you broken only by the occasional sigh.

“That was…” You croaked. Even if you knew the exact words to describe what had just happened you didn’t have the motivation to add them together into a sentence.

“Yeah.” Armin whispered, seemingly comprehending what you meant immediately.

You had helped Armin wash up afterwards, making sure to wash off all the messy makeup and catching a much needed shower. He was more than a little nervous to share a shower with you (“We weren’t fully naked before!”) but seemed to calm a bit when you turned him around and offered to wash his hair. You were glad to see that despite returning to his original clothes he didn’t seem to have lost that bright smile. He thanked you more than once (“Thank you for doing all this with me…and, um, for…”) but for the most part he seemed a lot more comfortable around you.

You sat in the shared kitchen with him, a bowl of afternoon cereal each as you discussed what else he might like to wear. 

The conversation died when another tall blond entered the kitchen, “Oh, hey Reiner.” 

“Hey.” He nodded curtly, continuing quickly, “Did you have a friend over earlier?”  

“No…why?” You frowned.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with an irritated expression. “There was a mystery girl in the hall before, she was unbelievably hot.”

You choked on your cereal, spluttering as Armin patted you on the back.

“The fucks wrong with you?” He grimaced, disgusted.

“Nothing.” You coughed, glancing sideways at Armin’s flushed expression underneath his glasses, “Hot girl, you say?”

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to track her down all afternoon. Mikasa and Sasha don’t know who she was either. I even asked Jean. She was like Historia but with shorter hair. Real cute.” He leaned on the kitchen counter with a pensive expression.

“She’s probably out of your league then.” You snorted.

Reiner tutted, “You're never any help. Where have you even been? I’ve been asking around since I saw her, I thought for sure she was with you.” He gestured at you, “I guess I could have asked Armin too but, well…”

Armin sulked, “They’re definitely out of your league.”

You laughed and Reiner looked between the two of you, baffled, “Oh, fuck you guys.”

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

It’s exam season where I am right now and I can’t stop thinking about tutor!Mingyu helping you study for your final late at night. There would be a lot of tension already due to your “harmless” flirting. He finally snaps when he sees you grab a book of the bottom shelf. That’s how you end up with him taking you against the book case, holding onto you as best as he can with one of your legs over his shoulders. He’d be all smug too saying, “I was going to reward you after you finished exams but I don’t think I can wait any longer baby.” ☠️

-Mingyu Size Anon

WELCOME BACK DEAR MINGYU SIZE ANON <333

no bcs this mingyu as your tutor RAIL ME SIR😩

You call him around late evening, because your anxiety is skyrocketing, despite having revised the entire material of that class, yet you can't help but worry about tomorrow's exam. Mingyu hits your doorbell and you open the door, flashing his smile while coming inside.

"Please tell me you're not worried about the finals and you just want to hang out with me", he chuckles, as he loosens his tie. "I'm really sorry, Gyu, I just can't help it", you apologize, guilt eating you away, knowing he had extra work as a TA in the university you were studying.

"No need to apologize, I like spending time with you anyways", he laughs and your heart does flip-flops at his dashing smile. Yes, you had developed a crush on the TA of your professor. Way to go, Y/N.

"So, what's the chapter you wanted to revise?", he asks you while pulling out his laptop and fixing his metal frame glasses effortlessly. "J-Just a general revision of the class...", you mumble fiddling with the hem of your sweater dress. "Oh my, you really are anxious about tomorrow", he rubs his neck, "Hope you have energy to stay up all night".

Two espressos and four hours later, you have fully revised the entire material twice and your anxiety for the exam has shimmered down considerably.

But the tension between you and Mingyu has gone through the roof.

To be completely honest, it was almost impossible to resist someone like him. He literally had everything - looks, brains, personality, social skills. And God, that smile of his made you weak in the knees.

"I think it's enough for tonight, Y/N, don't wanna tire you out with these equations", Mingyu chuckles as he lays back on the chair, stretching his thick arms above his head. You notice how his shirt tightens around his pecs and you dart your tongue to wet your lips unconsciously.

"Thank you for helping me out, Gyu. You're my hero", you giggle and touch his bare forearm with your hand. Mingyu exhales shakily, as he feels your soft fingertips on his skin, trying to suppress the not so innocent thoughts and images of you. "Guess I should let you go now, right? I tortured you long enough", you laugh nervously as you close your book and bend down to put it on the lowest shelf of your book case.

Your sweater dress rides up significantly and you give Mingyu a full view of your bare legs and your lace-covered ass. He bites his bottom lip, eyes fixated on your body and his cock now fully hard from the very enticing view you're giving him. He mentally curses himself but ends up throwing his self-control out of the window, as he rips his glasses off his face and places his hands on your hips, making you yelp.

"M-Mingyu? What are you doing?", you half mewl as he rubs his bulge on your clothed core, breathing heavily. "Something that I wanted to do for a long time", he groans and flips you around, now facing you, your back on the book case. He takes off the tie from his neck and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his defined chest and golden abs. "God, that fucking dress of yours makes me wanna rail you so hard you'll only know my name when you wake up", he licks his lips as he ties your wrists together with his necktie.

"G-Gyu...", you whimper as he pulls down your panties and pushes your dress up, revealing your already wet pussy. "Yes, baby?", he frees his hard cock from his slacks, pumping it slowly, making you salivate at his impressive thickness and length.

"Please fuck me stupid".

He pushes inside your pussy immediately, stretching you like none other guy has ever stretched you before - and you fucking love that dull sting. "Fuck, you're so damn tight", he moans and throws your left leg over his shoulder, the new position hitting you deeper than before. "Oh God, Gyu, you're s-so deep...", you let out a lewd moan and that's all it takes to set a brutal pace, ramming your insides.

"Fuck, I can't believe I was waiting to fuck you after your exams, but -nngh!- you looked so cute in that sweater dress, baby, all I could think of was your pretty legs wrapped around me as I rail your tight cunt", he licks a stripe on your neck, lips on your jawline. "G-Good thing you l-lost your p-patience then", you whimper as he hammers your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

"Are you cumming, baby? Will you cream my fat cock?", he presses his fingers on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud rapidly. "Ah, ahh! Yes yes, I'm cumming, Gyu!", you scream.

"Good girl, let's see how full can I get your pussy tonight, will you keep my cum in you until tomorrow? Better focus on your exam, baby and I'll fuck you twice as hard if you pass with a full mark, okay?".

Let's say you passed the exam and forgot how to walk the night after ;)

[the-broken-truth]

Can I request RE8 women (Lady D 、Donna...etc,you can pick who you want to write!)be protected by a human who wear full Knight's armor,use sword and sheild to fight,and they think that knight is a man.

But one day, that knight take off the helmet,and they are wrong,the knight is a woman.👩 ⚔

Sorry if I misspelled something, English is not my first language.

Broken Truth (Sharpening my sword): Hm, Dimitrescu or Donna... Dimitrescu or Donna... Hm... Why not both? Let the words weave together!

[Mother Miranda's Chapel - During A Lord Meeting]

"Thus, it would be better if you all were to... Alcina!" The Raven Winged Woman yelled out all of a sudden, causing the regal woman to jolt in her seat and almost drop her cigarette.

"Huh?! What?! Yes, Mother Miranda?" She asked as she looked at the woman in the golden mask.

"In case you forgot where you are - we are in the middle of a meeting and you are allowing your mind to wander instead of remaining focused. Care to explain why you are so distracted?" Miranda asked as she folded her arms with a glare under her mask.

"Please, forgive me, Mother Miranda - I was still...trying to analyze something that happened yesterday. You see - a few of the village's man-things decided to attack my castle." Alcina began.

"What's new about that? You report an attack on your castle once every two to three weeks; what makes this one so different that it's distracting you from the meeting?" Miranda asked.

"Well, Mother Miranda - It wasn't the event itself but the person who came out of nowhere and slaughtered all of the opposers." Alcina said with a slight blush on her face.

"Person? What person?" Miranda asked.

"Well... A Knight."

[Flashback - The Day Before - Attack On Castle Dimitrescu]

Once again - the reckless males of the village gathered again to attack the residents of the grand castle that overshadowed their home, but there were more of them than last time. The full moon shined over the castle, lighting the area around the - there were at least 50 or 60 humans there; armed with farming equipment or small handguns. Alcina and her Daughters were standing before the grand door of their castle - claws and sickles ready - the first man who held a pitchfork made a dash for the eldest daughter but before he could even get close to her, the silhouette of a caped figure shrouded the light of the moon before the figure came crashing down in the middle; acting as a bridge between The Dimitrescus and the Opposers.

The figure rose to their feet and the light of the moon made their features known to all. They were tall - at least 7 feet tall - dressed in a black metal armor that bore wolves on the shoulders and in the chest plate, the eyes of the wolves had rubies for eyes; even the helmet was in the likeness of a wolf and the back of the legs had a tail made of fur - was it real or did the wearer hunt down a beast and take its tail as a trophy. By their side, the pommel of the sword shined in the moonlight and even that was a wolf.

"Who the hell are you?!" The man said.

"Silence, you waste of flesh and blood." A deep voice came from the helmet, making the man flinch - a male was in that suit? That would explain the height. "You dare rally drunken minds to harm your masters? You have no honor and thus no worth, therefore..." His hand came over his side and wrapped around the handle of the sword before slowly pulling it out of its case, "You have no lost your privilege of life for even having the thought of harming House Dimitrescu!" He howled as he darted at the crowd of men with the speed of a beast on the hunt.

With a single swing of his sword - the first 10 men were killed. Alcina and her daughters watched in awe as this armored man slaughtered men who harm on the Dimitrescu Family. With another slash of the massive blade, 8 more were killed. He kept at it until the last man - the one who poisoned all the others to fight a losing battle; he was shivering and dropped his weapon as the tall man walked over to him, his armor and sword dripping with the blood of his lackeys.

"You are the orchestrator of this madness - the one who weaved chaos and delusion into the hearts and minds of these men." He growled as he raised the bloody blade over his head. "It is your fault that wives have become widows, children grow without parental guidance, and fathers...bury their sons; let that weigh on your mind...as you face your creator for judgment." The sword came crashing down upon the man - slicing him right down the middle.

"That...THAT WAS AWESOME!!" The excited cry of the youngest Dimitrescu Daughter as she buzzed over to the knight and began asking him questions: Where did he come from? Where he learned to fight like that? Where he got his sword and armor? If he could teach her how to fight? The Armored Man just stared at her.

"Daniela, that's enough." Alcina said as she cleared her throat and walked over to her daughter and savior, "I thank you for your but assistance but my daughters and I could have handled them." Alcina said.

"A Lady of your stature doesn't need to sully herself with dirt - it's not worth your time or the time of your daughters. Your time is precious and should be wasted with trivial matters such as this." He said before turning on his heel and jumped so high that he was once again cast in the moon's shadow before he fell in the forest somewhere, leaving the daughters and Lady of the castle just standing there...with a light blush on the lady's face.

[End of Flashback]

"HA HA HA HA HA! Lady Super-Sized Bitch has a crush! Oh, this is so rich!" Heisenberg laughed to the point he almost fell out of his seat.

"Silence, you stupid man-thing! You're just mad that he is more of a man than you will ever be!" Alcina roared at her brother who was going to shout back when...

"Hold on, ya talking that a tall dude - black armor with wolves all over it?" Angie asked from Donna's Lap; Alcina looked at her confused.

"Yes, that's my knight." She said.

The doll burst out laughing.

"Your Knight?! That's Donna's Knight! He saved her just last week!" Angie smiled.

"WHAT?!" Alcina yelled - jealousy clear in her voice.

"Yeah - it was late one night; we were looking for a plant that grew on the edge of the valley wall when..."

[Flashback - The Valley of Mist]

"AHHH!" The Dollmaker cried out as the rock under her feet broke away and she began to fall down into the misty darkness of the valley she called her home - tears in her eyes, reaching for the growing moon in the sky that seemed to get smaller and smaller with each second. She closed her eye, waiting for the sudden impact that would end her life of misery when she felt another force - an arm secured itself around her waist and she was pressed a cold chest, she kept her eye closed until she came to a stop and slowly opened them when she came face-to-face with a metal face in a wolf snarl.

"Are you alright, my lady? That would have been quite an unpleasant fall." The deep voice spoke from the metal wolf's locked jaws - Donna's eyes widened at the shining [E/C] eyes that looked back at her from the holes in the helmet.

"I...I am alright." Donna's voice came in a whisper.

"That is good to hear. Now, let's get you back to your companion." The Wolfish Knight said as he looked up and lunged himself up the wall with one clawed hand while holding Donna with the other, refusing to let her go. The moment they reached the top, Angie ran up to them.

"Donna! Are you alright?" She yelled.

"Worry not, Little Angel; your mother is safe, I was not going to let anything happen to her." The Knight said.

"Who are you?" Angie asked.

"I have no name, Little One." The Knight said as he held his hand out to Angie, "Now, take my hand and I'll get both of you back home, it gets rather dangerous around her at this time of night." He said.

Angie looked at the black clawed gauntlet for a moment before she took it and was pulled into an embrace and sat in her mother's lap before the knight rose to his full height and carried the woman bridal style before jumping into the trees - leaping through them like a Forest Cat - before falling to the ground in front of Beneviento Manor and sat them both on their feet. The knight gave them a nod before turning away and leaping away once again - gone from their sight.

[End of Flashback]

"Well...Just because she knew him first doesn't mean that she can have him." Alcina said.

"And what makes you think you deserve him? He saved us first and Donna even saw his eyes; you didn't have a decent conversation with them." Angie said.

"He is my knight and I shall not let anyone take him from me, not even my little sister." Alcina growled at Angie.

"Hey, you can't claim him for yourself if he doesn't want you!" Donna said as she rose from her seat.

"And what makes you think he wants you, little dollmaker?" Alcina smirked.

"I don't know what he wants but if he were here, I would as him!"

Oh, fate - how you be a lady.

The Window above Mother Miranda's head caved inward and two figures came crashing into the stone floor of Mother Miranda's Chapel - the first being one of Karl's Massive Lycans - The Varcolac - and...

THE KNIGHT?!

He was holding the beast by its head as it tried to sink its teeth into his armor. The Varcolac's hand lashed out and knocked the knight into one of the stone walls - making a large hole in it.

"My Knight!" Both Alcina and Donna yelled out before glaring at each other, "Your Knight?!"

A flash of black bolted out of the hole and metal arms wrapped around the beast's neck before twisting - snapping its neck. The Knight dropped the dead creature and exhaled before the wolf face he wore began cracking and broke away: revealing [H/L] [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes, [S/C] skin with a scar across the face and...

A feminine face?!

THE KNIGHT WAS A FEMALE?!

The knight looked up at Miranda and the other lords before bowing in apology. "Forgive me for this interrupting, this beast attacked my home and I had to put it down." She said. Alcina was quick and was at the knight's side with her hand on the knight's shoulder.

"It's quite alright, cavalerul meu (My Knight). You had to do what needed to be done to keep your lady safe. If you wish, I can bring you to Castle Dimitrescu for a meal and a safe place to recover; it's the least I can do, Darling." Alcina blushed at her words while the woman in armor just looked at her in confusion before she was pulled away from Alcina.

"Hey, Tall One! It's been a while! Thanks for saving us from that thing. Sorry about your mask, Donna and I can get it fixed for you and you can stay with us while it gets fixed." Angie said while Donna smiled.

"Excuse me?!" Alcina said as she marched up to her little sister, the knight moving back. "I was the one who invited my knight to stay at Castle Dimitrescu while she heals, you can't roach on my bonding time with my future partner!" Alcina yelled at the veiled woman.

"And who said she wants you, Alcina?! Didn't you see if was uncomfortable with the way you were touching her?! It's clear she doesn't want you!" Donna yelled back.

"She does! Don't you, cavalerul meu?!" Alcina turned to the knight...only to find her gone. "What?!" She looked around, "Where did she go?!"

"She jumped back out that window while you two were arguing. Looks like she doesn't want either one of you." Karl smirked.

"SHUT UP, KARL!!!" Donna/Alcina/ and Angie yelled at him.

[End]

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JUMPSTREET - Mark Lee x Johnny Suh

Pairing: Mark Lee x Fem!Reader, Johnny is Mark’s bestfriend, Mentions of Jaehyun and Yuta

Genre: university!au, police!au, a dash of fluff, smut,crack, fraternity!au

warnings: mild violence, mentions of guns, drugs, sexual themes, language

Summary: Mark and Johnny were partners in crime, but when feelings get in the way, will Mark stick to the law or go against it?

Wc: 15.4k

also posted in Ao3

a/n: I hope you enjoy this story heavily inspired by the 21 & 22 Jumpstreet movie franchise, and hopefully I was able to deliver it with my own ideas. Enjoy!

Mark and Johnny start their first official day as policemen after being together in most of their high school years and studying criminology in college. They could not be more excited to see people make trouble until today.

"Let's see who's going to be able to make his first arrest." Johnny bets, scanning around the area with a cup of coffee in his hand, the other on his waist.

"Dude it's a park, what the fuck could possibly happen here?" Mark retorts, unamused.

"Oh you know, it's a crazy world we live in these days." Johnny defends, his gaze fixed on his surroundings.

"Sure it is." Mark continues to read his newspaper as he stands side by side with Johnny.

The two try to at least roam around and patrol over the area, looking for at least an ounce of any violation, it didn't matter if it was serious or not.

Mark spots a kid of about 9 years old near the pond, about to drop a piece of bread into the water.

"Excuse me kid," Mark bluffs, as if it were his first catch of the day. Technically this is his first catch of his career, hopefully.

"What?" the child frowns and looks at him obnoxiously.

"Read the sign," Mark points to it and the kid's eyes follow, but disobeys him anyway. 

"It says don't feed the ducks!" Mark argues, but the kid is unbothered.

"Let it go Mark, it's not like bread will kill them. Plus, you can't arrest a child." Johnny scoffs and tries to drag Mark to another area.

Mark lets out a sigh as the kid sticks his tongue out and he does the same before turning his back.

The two had nothing better to do, they were rookies who just got newly assigned to an area that didn't even have any trouble. Almost like they were just there for the sake of. Of course the department treated them as rookies.

Johnny takes out his pistol out of boredom and tosses it for fun. "Woah you know those are loaded right?" Mark warns him while involuntarily taking a step back.

"Yeah and?" Johnny continues to toss and play with it.

"Unload it first!" Mark panics like the goody two shoes that he was.

"Then that would be no fun." Johnny shrugs.

Mark spots a group of middle aged men from afar, but not quite. He squints and tries to take a closer look with his binoculars.

"Yo check it out, aren't those the Outlaws?" He nudges Johnny's shoulder as he takes a look himself.

The Outlaws are a known motorcycle gang in the county, they aren't always bothersome but the both of them are determined to find a loophole.

The two approach the group of men and tell them off because they have parked their motorcycles illegally. But that's not the only thing they notice, these men were stoned. One lights up a joint of Marijuana shamelessly, and Johnny loses his temper. "Excuse me Sir, you do know that the use of Marijuana is illegal right?"

"Oh look," the hideous man spits on the ground. "They must be new. He has the guts to talk to us like that. Nice to see some fresh kids here. You sure you aren't dressing up for... halloween?" The man specifically has his eyes on Mark when he said the last sentence.

Feeling offended, Mark straightens up his stance and acts more like a grown man. "That's a nice joke sir, now hand it over." He says in a stern voice.

"What a scary fella, keep up the good work! Sorry I don't have candy with me." They tease and the two have had enough.

"I'm going to have to search your motorcycle now sir." Johnny insists and doesn't wait for a response, and opens the seat and finds packets of a fine white substance. "These are.." he halts.

"DRUGS!" Mark shouts and immediately gets pushed by one of the gang members.

Johnny immediately gets a sample and keeps it in his pocket and takes his gun out. Mark gets up and does the same. The men try to run away and escape, Johnny runs after them and Mark takes his bike. The two finally get to corner them and Johnny pits one of them on the ground.

"You have the right to," Johnny tries to utter the Miranda Rights as he puts handcuffs on the man that is trying to eagerly resist him. "To shut the fuck up!" Johnny was being too focused on trying to handcuff the suspect and forgets to recite the rest,

Reciting those did not even cross Mark's mind as he just also focused on trying to handcuff the man.

"You are coming with us!" He yells and drags them to the police station, which was only a few meters away from them now.

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As the case was investigated, their chief commends them but then discovers that they forgot to recite the Miranda Rights, which can possibly make the charges be dropped, but thankfully the violation to the law was enough for the men to remain in jail.

"Technically you still did this wrong," the chief puts a hand on his chin and taps the polished wooden table. "But since you're just starting out, i'll give you another offer."

The two young men eye each other, anticipating the chief's suggestion. "An offer?" Johnny asks, straightening up in his seat.

"Jump street." The chief says.

"Wha- what's that?" Mark furrows his eyebrows in curiosity.

"Since the both of you look younger than the rest of the people here, our undercover police unit is in need of officers." The chief informs.

"Please, continue." Johnny lets him explain further.

"You pretend to be college students. It's practically the same, but it would be more suitable for the both of you because it's your crowd. You see crime and injustice, you report. But, you will be disguised as college students to ease the procedures of trying to find what those students have been up to. We have your back." The chief explains.

"Cool." Mark simply says because he is astonished by the idea.

"So where do we report? Do we have a new head quarters?" Johnny asks. 

"You will be transferred. Down in 21 Jump St." The deputy Chief declares.

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They head to the headquarters that was disguised as an old chapel. "You sure this is the one?" Mark questions as he gets out of the car.

"It does say 21 Jump St. so, let's have a look." Johnny turns off the engine and both of them enter.

The setting was a typical chapel, but it was dark and full of stock equipment. Mark takes a look at the altar that was dimly lit, and bows before the image of Christ to show respect . Johnny on the other hand was not a person of religion but follows Mark's simple gesture anyways.

"The both of you!" A man shouts from afar, and it echoes, "come over here." 

The two are startled but proceed to the hidden room. When they enter they see two women who are already disguised as cheerleaders. Meanwhile the two are still in their police uniforms. The ladies take a look and have a good laugh at them. "You do know that you're supposed to go undercover right?" She says, eyeing them from head to toe. 

"W-we didn't get the memo that it was gonna be today.." Mark trails off and fidgets with his hands.

"Go and dress like teenagers! Now!" The chief commands and the two quickly change right away. 

When they get back they are briefed by the set of rules they have to follow and about the goals of this undercover project.

"Rule number 1. DO NOT get expelled. No one in the system knows that you are undercover. So be disciplined and don't cause major trouble. Getting expelled would mean that you'll get your asses kicked out of jump street." The chief sternly explains, making the assigned officers hold their breath from fear.

"Rule number 2," the officer walks past the rest and stands in front of Johnny. "DO NOT have any sexual or intimate relationships with the students and professors. You hear that pretty boy?" And specifically locks his eyes on Johnny, making the boy gulp and purse his lips. After the general meeting, the two were called for a detailed one, personally with the chief.

It was said to them that they had to find a synthetic drug that has been spreading around the campus called NCT. A sample of its packaging was shown, it was definitely something you wouldn't think of as a drug. It was about a size of a large coin, and looks like a small biscuit. It was sealed using assorted hand drawn stickers of different objects. They were also advised to never give out their real names, because new identities have been assigned to them. Johnny's being Rolan Kim and Mark's being Kalen Park.

"When the youngsters take this drug, it apparently makes them laser-focused on studying for about an hour. And for the succeeding hours, they party like it's fucking 1999 until they pass out. Infiltrate the dealer, find the supplier." The chief gives his final orders and sends off the both of them for their mission.

-----

"Dang, we're really going back to college?" Mark says as he finished up packing his things for the dorm that the agency assigned to them. They had to be as realistic as possible.

The two head to the university, reminiscing their own college days. The two might perhaps over-do this whole "blending in" thing, which might give out the disguise.

"Woah their campus is HUGE." Mark says, mesmerized and wears both straps of his backpack.

"Bro, that's not very college of you." Johnny fumbles with the strap of Mark's backpack.

"What?"

"You're two strapping dude. You have to just sling one of them on your shoulder, so it's cool and grown up. You're in college, not middle school." Johnny fixes Mark's bag for him.

"Right. College." He utters to himself. He seems to be enjoying it too much, and starts saying hi to everyone he sees.

"Knock it off, Mark. You're giving us away." Johnny nudges his arm and tries to cooly stride along the campus, keeping his composure.

Mark acknowledges him and goes with the flow. The two arrive in their dorm that they gladly share only among themselves. Mark is new to this, because when he went to college he stayed with his parents. Thankfully he could trust Johnny to always have his back.

The two set their things down and pick their beds, it didn't really matter much since the room had two singles and separate desks for the both of them. It also had a small book shelf that could come in handy, if they ever plan to take lectures seriously.

"Let's just fix these later. We have to go to the Dean's office to confirm our enrollment. Act natural okay?" Johnny lazily brushes his hair back and straightens up his shirt in front of the small mirror that the vanity had.

"Oh- uh okay." Mark leaves the pile of his clothes undone on top of his bed and grabs his phone and keys.

It was the afternoon of fall, the campus has been covered with different hues of orange leaves and subtle sunlight. The breeze was cool but not strong as it blew against their hair. The university seemed peaceful, but they had no idea what went on once the sun sets and the lights are off.

After a couple minutes of walking, the two arrive at the Dean's office for their interview. 

"Good afternoon gentlemen, please take a seat." The middle aged man smiles at the both of them. 

The two are slightly nervous, but eventually get over it. "Nice to meet you, Mr..." Johnny reads the name plate on the desk "Mr. Bennet." and gives the man his signature smile. Mark does the same and they start their interview. 

"Okay, so which one is Rolan and which one is Kalen?" Mr. Bennet asks and there was a short period of silence. Two had seemed to forget which identities were theirs. 

Johnny raises his hand, "I'm Rolan sir. Rolan Kim." and he nudges Mark's shoulder. 

"Ah yes and I'm Kalen... Park" he barely manages to blurt it out. 

The dean furrows his eyebrows but lets it go and proceeds. "So the two of you are?" He asks. They were not prepared for that question. 

"Brothers."

"Family friends." the two say at the same time. They give each other a funny look, and Mark gladly saves them from the mishap. "Well we do really treat each other as brothers sir, we grew up together pretty much." and clears his throat. A close call. 

"That's good to hear. So Rolan is going to be trying out for the football team and Kalen will try out for the Music club. Those two are very different from each other, but don't worry the opportunities in this school are endless. You can always transfer if you feel that you aren't happy with what you chose." The dean explains and the two acknowledge. 

Mr. Bennet goes a little further with the interview and gives them their schedules for the semester then eventually dismisses the two, wishing them well.

"Dude how can you forget the identity that was assigned to you!" Johnny quietly scolds Mark for his slip away. 

"I'm sorry okay it's a little confusing!" Mark scratches the back of his head and looks at the floor. 

"Ayt, I'll see you later. I have Chemistry in 15 minutes. I can still catch up. What about you?" Johnny asks, putting his hand on his pockets and the other on Mark's shoulder.

"Well, I don't really have any classes for the day anymore. I guess i'll head back to the dorm so I can start unpacking already. I'll see you then. Let me know if you find any leads." Mark gives him a small salute and heads back to the dorms.

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Johnny arrives in the lecture hall and receives strange looks. He tenses up a little but nonetheless shrugs it off and takes a seat next to a boy who looks like a whole generation younger than him. 

"Yo, you look really old. Were you held back?" The boy asks in a nosy manner, unintentionally pushing Johnny's buttons.

Johnny clenches his jaw and keeps his composure. "No I don't... You look young. Super young. Were you held forward?" he tries to redeem himself. 

"No? Whatever. I'm Haechan by the way." The boy introduces himself. 

"Im Joh- Rolan." Johnny almost slips but the latter doesn't notice. 

The professor immediately hands a quiz, which Johnny has no idea of because he arrived at an odd time of the semester. He guessed all the questions with all his might. But to be quite honest he also wasn't the best in chemistry when he still went to school. 

He turns his paper in and walks towards the exit but gets stopped by Haechan. "Uh do you need help with the topic? You seem to be clueless about it." Which came off as a little rude, but that wasn't his intention at all. 

"No." Johnny insists because it hurts his pride. "I know everything." He stiffens up.

"Yeah? Do you know what a covalent bond is then?" The boy cheekily asks. 

Johnny bluffs, because he doesn't. Or to put it in a better light, he forgot. "Fuck man, I don't have to tell you what it is."

"Woah, I wasn't trying to be rude. But anyway if you need help you can just ask me. See ya." Then Haechan was off and got lost in the sea of people. 

Apparently, it was Johnny's last class for the day because it was already almost evening. He texts Mark to inform him that he's heading back to the dorm as well. He doesn't let his guard down and continues to observe the students if they're up to anything suspicious.

As he walked to the dorm, he saw a bunch of boys that were about as tall as he was but more athletic gather around the corner of the football field. He acts nonchalant but keeps an eye on what they are up to. He tries to move closer to the scene without getting caught and acts like he's only passing by. 

"Yo hook me up with some more of those, I can't fail my classes or else i'll get kicked out of the team." One says to the other. 

Johnny immediately pulls his phone out to text Mark about what he just heard and hurries back. 

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"Dude, as expected the football team has it. I'm trying out tomorrow and I'll surely get with them." Johnny discusses with Mark.

"Yeah? Can I come watch your tryouts? So I can see what they look like." Mark requests. 

"Sure. 2pm at the field." Johnny informs him.

The two were mostly busy arranging their stuff in the room until they heard a knock on the door. Mark offers to get it. 

"Hey new neighbors!" two men appear with big smiles. 

"Oh hey, uh... thanks?" Mark blankly answers as he was usually awkward meeting with new people.

Johnny comes and checks to see who it was, and to his surprise, it was Haechan and his roommate. 

"Oh hey Haechan, and hey..." Johnny looks at the unfamiliar guy. 

"Renjun." He smiles.

"Right Renjun." Johnny nods. "Oh by the way Kalen, I go to the same biology class as Haechan." Johnny calls Mark by his fake name.

"Oh cool, what about you Renjun, what's your major?" Mark asks. 

"Classical music!" Renjun enthusiastically says. 

"Oh I'm in Music Prod! I'll probably see you around during org meetings." Mark smiles.

Their neighbors introduce tips for them that could be useful during their stay and seem to be genuinely nice people. But Mark and Johnny cannot trust anyone, so they keep their guards up and try their best to not give anything away. 

Although it may have seemed like an easy task for them, it wasn't. The drug was all over the school, it was going to be difficult to find the root of it if they ignored even the smallest details that could lead them to find out the supplier. 

---

The following day, the two wake up early ready to officially start the day. Mark and Johnny head to their own classes, hoping that they find out something about the case today. 

Mark enters the lecture hall for his Philosophy class. It was almost 80 percent full as it was a basic class for almost everyone. He awkwardly looks around, hoping to find a seat that wasn't as far because of his bad eyesight. 

"Psst." You try to catch his attention. When he looks over, you tap the vacant seat next to you, "you can sit here." You offer. 

"T-thanks." He says and gives you a smile. 

"You seem like a new face. I'm Y/N" You say to him because you have observed the people in this class every day. 

"I'm Kalen. Kalen Park." he scratches the back of his head. "I uh, just got enrolled yesterday. You know, when your family moves into another town... yeah" he trails off with his made-up excuse. 

"Yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it." You genuinely assure him, "It's college. You can take your time." You chuckle because he was so awkward, but seemed very kind. 

"Definitely." He bites his lip, unsure if he should keep talking or not. But the professor arrives just on time. 

He observes his surroundings and keeps an eye on suspicious students that might have a link to what they were looking for. He whispers to the guy in front of him who was just playing games on his laptop and wasn't listening in class. "Hey, do you know where I can get myself some NCT?" 

The guy raises his brows in doubt, "are you a narc?" and might have said it way too loudly. 

Mark tries to brush it off with a stiff laugh "What are you talking about man? I'm not I swear." and refuses to make eye contact. 

The airhead lets it go and slips mark a cellphone number that could possibly be a step closer to what they were looking for. "Just text them "looking for a hookup" and they'll know what you're talking about." 

"Thanks, man." He gives him a small pat on the back just to show that he wasn't up to anything, which actually just makes him more suspicious. Thankfully, the guy didn't really care. 

Mark was delighted to have found a lead easily, and immediately texts Johnny about it. After that, he actually paid attention to the class, just because it genuinely fascinated him. 

When it ended he immediately gathered his stuff and put on his backpack, ready to meet Johnny. 

"Psst, two strapper!" You call out and try to barely tap his shoulder. 

He looks back and immediately drops one strap of his backpack off his shoulders, he definitely forgot about what Johnny has advised him. He scratches the back of his head with his hands on his pocket, "yeah?" 

"You free this evening?" You casually ask. 

He nervously gulps because he really has to be somewhere right now, but he didn't want to be rude. "Uhm, I guess? I don't know yet. Why?" 

"We're having a poetry slam at the art hall, you might be interested. I saw some good stuff you wrote in your notebook" you smile, hoping that it doesn't freak him out that you saw one of his works. 

His eyes widened, "oh, okay cool I guess I can try. But I have somewhere to be right now, I'll see you..around." And he awkwardly walks off. 

You furrow your brows because of his strange mannerisms, but he seemed like no trouble at all. In fact, it was kind of cute, how awkward he was. 

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It was time for Johnny's football tryouts. Given that he was already good at it during the time that he was actually in college.

Johnny was naturally a sociable person, he blended well with crowds and easily made friends. That's why this was the perfect place for him to be in. He sits himself at the bench while he wears the spare uniforms from the team and is greeted by a dude that was a little shorter than he was, "Goodluck" the boy with ash purple hair says. 

"Thanks!" he enthusiastically replies. 

"Captain! We need you for a sec." the coach calls, then the boy who has wished him luck gets up and reports to the coach. Well, he did give off an impression of one. He was highly presentable, his smile was hospitable, his form was great and his attitude was pleasant. Everything else—was just the ideal makings of a captain. 

The tryouts start and Johnny looks around for Mark, who had just arrived and casually sat himself on the bleachers, waving at Johnny from afar. As the tryouts went on and finished, the coach praised everyone who attended for a job well done and announced the new members who had qualified. All of which included Johnny of course. 

"Hey man, great job out there." The captain is back on Johnny's side to praise him. 

"Yeah, thanks. I'm Rolan by the way." He introduces himself.

"Of course I know, I was the one who picked you from the list." He laughs, "Jaehyun. Jeong Jaehyun." 

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"Hey!" Mark hears a familiar voice faintly calling his name. He searches for it but takes him awhile because of how wide the campus is. "Over here two stapper," you chuckle and he finally sees. 

"Oh hey," he muttered quite embarrassed at how awkward he was. 

He takes a seat next to you at the bench near the hall of the poetry slam event, he wanted to go together. "Chilly night huh? I should've brought my sweater.." You trail off, rubbing your arms for warmth. 

You didn't mean for it to come off that way, but Mark willingly takes off his jacket and offers it to you. "Oh it's alright really-" you insist.

"No it's fine, I'm from Canada, this is nothing." He laughs. 

You nod your head with his remark, and proceed to wear his jacket. It was quite big on you, but it was definitely cozy. "Shall we go?" You ask, standing up.

He nods and lets you lead him to the hall. The campus was only lit by lamp posts at this hour, but there were many sculptures in the school of arts that he had wished to see better. Well, there was always next time. 

The both of you enter the hall which was quite filled with students already. It had been set up like a cafe, with a small platform in front that was lit with a spotlight. 

"Give it up for Naya Kim everybody!" the emcee announces, encouraging everyone to give the person a round of applause after presenting a spoken word. "Do we have another volunteer?' 

The crowd falls silent as everyone looks around, mindlessly making eye contact with each other, waiting on who was going next. 

"Anyone?" The emcee taps the mic. 

"I have one!" You yell, and Mark looks at you with wide eyes. 

"Dude no-" he resists, trying to shrink himself into his chair. 

"C'mon it'll be fun!" You nudge his shoulder, "We have Kalen over here!" You grab his wrist and raise his arm for him, even if he was resisting it, he had no choice. 

The emcee squints and eyes the both of you and acknowledges you volunteering your new friend. "Alright we have Kalen next! Stage is yours." The emcee steps off. 

He had all eyes on him now, eyes hungry of anticipation and to witness raw talent amongst themselves. 

"G-good evening everyone." he greets, holding onto the mic tightly and takes a deep breath. His expression changes into a serious one. 

Will it ever come? 

The nights know me well. 

I was a frequent by-passer but now I am no stranger. 

A boy who grew up with sharks does not need to be taught how to swim.

Good night,

These words feel like the vast sky

Darkness, but not hollow.

Black but not bitter. 

After he recites his poem he becomes flustered again from the faint applause he had received from the audience that was present, he puts the mic back to its stand and does a small bow. 

"Not bad, tiger" You pat him on the back. There was more to him than what meets the eye, you just knew. 

"You think so?" He says with hopeful eyes. 

"Yeah!" You assure him. 

The rest of the evening passes by with the both of you having a splendid time watching others unleash their passion and talent for reciting spoken word and poetry. Some were tear jerking and some were downright hilarious. So this is college. Mark thinks to himself.

In the past he had always been a loner who didn't go to many parties because of his strict and conservative parents. 

 He was way beyond his borders now. But he couldn't get carried away. No, this isn't a time for him to redeem himself from his early years, this was time for him to perform his duties. So he snaps out of his little daydream. 

As the both of you were seated at the bench in front of the hall where he found you, he had asked you about your major. 

"Fine arts." you laugh bitterly.

"What's wrong? You don't seem like you're happy with it…" He trails off, swinging his feet that was hanging off the bench. 

You shake your head no, "I am. It's just that my parents don't really know I took this course. I told them I got a scholarship and they were just relieved that they didn't have to pay anymore. Otherwise they'd force me into some business course or something "more practical"" you emphasize with air quotes. 

"I see. Okay so fine arts huh?" He tries to lighten the mood. "What can you say about that one over there?" Mark points to the sculpture to your left, about 20 metres away. 

"They're like two beings, leaning on each other" you pause, dramatically for impact, "They support each other so one doesn't fall." you interpret. 

He seems impressed, then asks "Support huh? How about you? Do you have anyone—who supports you?" 

"Hm, not really, no. I like to be alone and just spend time with myself." Your eyes wander but all you could think about is how he's looking at you with such attentiveness and interest.

He chuckles, "I feel you. You know I'm an expert at being alone. Don't you just love it when you're in a room full of people but no one gives a shit about your presence?" He claps his hands together just once then purses his lips into a bitter lopsided smile. "Yep. Had a lot of those." He masks his personal statement with humor.

"Well," You say, kicking the shortly-trimmed grass on the building's lawn. "If you don't wanna be alone, you walk me to my dorm" you offer.

He looks around and takes no time to think about it, feeling that it was unsafe for you to go alone. "Sure." He smiles.

The walk to your dorm was silent but comfortable. You weren't sure if he was quite a talker or just shy. But one thing you couldn't get out of your head was how unconventionally attractive he was. You've never gotten a vibe like his before and you've been in this university for 2 years already. You wanted to get something out of him even if it takes you to be the bold one here. 

"We're here," You whisper, looking at him seductively. Like you were a puppy begging to not be left alone. "Do you wanna come in? My roommate left for the weekend" you smirk. 

Mark gulps. He had been resisting this kind of tension he had with you ever since he met you. But you made it so hard. "Come on," you say, putting your hand at the back of his neck while tracing mindless patterns on it with your finger. 

"My brother he might be-" 

"Oh you have a brother? Is he hot?" You joke. 

His eyes are wide with stitched eyebrows. But eventually catches on. "Nah." and he pulls you closer to him by the waist. His eyes now staring at you deeply, so hungrily like he was that tiger you called him as earlier. Come and get it.

Without any words said, he had finally crashed his lips onto yours. And you kissed him hard. Like you wanted to have him to all yourself at that very moment. Your tongue grazes his lower lip, begging for entrance which he had granted. Your tongues meshed together at a quick pace, with the heat of your core starting to throb. 

You push yourself closer to him and you start to feel his prominence and unconsciously grind on his jeans, making him grunt. You break the kiss for a quick moment, his eyes are glazed and his mouth agape, out of breath. You turn around and enter the code to your dorm and pull him inside. 

For a brief moment that your bodies were detached, Mark couldn't stop wanting more. Not even thinking the slightest of the consequences of this act that will dawn upon him if it ever gets out. 

You were back to slamming your body with his as you took off his jacket, making it fall to the floor. His hands snake underneath your shirt and started roaming around your body while he peppered kisses on your neck. With a swift flick of his fingers he had unclasped your bra and his hands groped your breasts, you threw your head back as he buried his face in your clothed cleavage. Like he was begging for this bothersome piece of clothing to be gone. 

You grant his invisible wish and quickly lift your shirt off, while your bra falls off your arms naturally, his mouth watering at the sight. You trace his abs underneath his shirt, your core getting wetter with how toned they were based on your touch.

And you didn’t doubt the results one bit. When you lift his shirt, his torso was delicately lean, toned in all the right places that your mouth could water at the sight of it. You bite your lip and roll your eyes at the sensation of him sucking your tits, his grip on you intense but gentle. 

“I don’t have condoms right now, so this is going to be all about you.” He whispers seductively, feeling your wetness through your soaked panties. You softly moan at the sensation and hungrily kiss him again, not having any moment to waste. 

When he slides two fingers to massage your folds, you whimper. "Fuck," you breathe. 

"God, that's hot." He says with a hitched breath. You couldn't possibly get any more turned on right now. 

When he slips his digits in your cunt—you go fucking insane. You haven't felt this good in quite a while, it made you ecstatic to remember how fucking good this feeling was, you hoped that this wouldn't be the last. Mark was different.

He picks up his pace, and you try to keep your composure, but the forced arch of your back says otherwise. You grab a pillow to cover your face, scared that you would be too loud and get caught, or else this would be the last time for the both of you. 

“My fucking God.” You whimper, pulling Mark’s head on your chest, holding onto him for dear life because you just entirely lost control of it all. He finishes you off like his life depended on it, licking your wetness from his fingers, savouring it, then wipes his fingers on his jeans.

“You were so good to me, yeah?” He chuckles when you are left speechless.

“What about you?” You ask, looking at his crotch that was painfully hard. 

“It’s- It’s alright. You don’t have to” He says, and it makes your heart thaw like ice. You didn’t deserve him. 

“But I want to.” You plead, you couldn’t possibly resist him. “Come here,” You say, rubbing your palm against his jeans.

You didn’t waste anymore time and unzipped his pants, lowering it with his boxers just enough t make his cock lightly hit his stomach. His size is definitely more than what you expected.  You take his wet, glistening cock in your hands and pump it gently, smirking in satisfaction when you hear him hiss and moan softly. 

“Can you keep it down for me, tiger? We might not be able to do this again,” You coo, and he obediently nods, grazing your lower lip with his tongue, asking for entrance which you gladly grant but not for long. 

You smile as you lowered your head down to his throbbing member, licking the precum that had escaped the tip. Mark bites his lip, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You slowly put his dick in your mouth, testing a few times how far you could go. He bucks his hips by accident, making you gag very slightly. “I’m so sorry,” He strokes your hair away from your face. You keep going until you reach the brim, a throaty moan escapes his lips when he couldn’t take it anymore. 

You bob your head up and down in a consistent pace while he holds your hair, “You’re such a good girl” He says, throwing his head back. You keep going until you feel tears slowly coming out of your eyes and tried to hollow your cheeks as much as possible, he was so close. 

“You don’t have to swallow,” he says, pulling back from you. Nonsense. You were more than willing to. 

“I want to.” You say, putting his cock back in your mouth. 

With a few last pumps, his member twitches in your mouth and you feel his warm release and take it all in. You wipe the sides of your mouth as you finish, giving him a sweet smile. 

After the both of you pass out on your bed, Mark has lost track of time and receives a text from Johnny. 

"Dude where the fuck are you? Do you know what time it is?" 

Mark jolts up and checks the time, 2:45am. Shit, he was screwed. He quickly gathers his clothes that had been thrown around your room and dresses himself in panic. 

"I'm sorry, uh Joh- Rolan, my brother has been waiting for me at our dorm, I lost track of time and i think he'll beat my dick off," He nervously chuckles, almost forgetting to use his fake identity again. He has got to get used to it.

"Not if i did it first" You both burst out laughing. "Alright, I'll see you in class." You say, snuggling yourself in your blanket and shutting your eyes. 

He leaves your dorm quietly and runs a hand through his hair before giving Johnny a call. 

"Dude listen-"

"Are you fucking around Mark?" Johnny answers, clearly enraged. 

Mark was scared as shit but never misses the chance to fuck around Johnny. "I might've." 

"Get your ass back here, Lee" 

"Ayt." 

He slips his phone back to his pocket and starts walking briskly to their dorm. Damn this campus was mad creepy that it actually brought chills to his body. He wondered why he felt so cold then realized he left his jacket at your place. It was too late for him to get it back so he settled by running to warm his body up. 

Finally, he was back at the dorm. He hesitates to turn the doorknob because he knows he will be dead meat or nagged to death by Johnny. Or not. 

"Where you been huh?" Johnny examines him, standing up from his bed. He sniffs Mark and the latter flinches. "You smell like sex!" He slaps his shoulder. 

"You crazy? Some expert or something" Mark brushes him off. Wincing at the sting Johnny's palm gave to the skin of his shoulder.

"I should know, Mark." His mood was lighter now. "But who did you fu- i mean have sex with? we just got here wildcat"

"A girl I met in class like uh… awhile ago" The younger bites his lip trying to keep a smile from escaping his lips. He shouldn't be feeling this giddy over a rule that he broke for you. 

Johnny could not believe what he was hearing right now, "Dang. Cheeky boy." He laughs, actually feeling happy for Mark. He can have a little fun, Johnny had his back when it came to these things.

The elder changes the topic and lets this slide. Johnny talks about the leads he gathered from hanging out with the football team. Which were still very much confusing since this substance is all over the campus. Meanwhile, Mark didn't have much besides that number he gave Johnny. Considering he was with the "decent" crowd of people today.

---

The two head to their quarters to report to their chief the next day, trying to ask for help on how they could improve this investigation. 

The chief dumps a folder on the table and says, "This is what the deputy gave us recently. Take a look." He opens the folder into a specific case file to discuss with the two. 

"Who's this?" Mark points at the picture of a girl, who seemed like they were around the same age as the people at University. 

"Lee Minjung." the chief rubs his hands together. "Took some NCT and got locked out of her dorm, so she ended up falling off the roof and dying." The two are shocked by this revelation, it was more serious than they thought. 

The chief flips a page, "Here's a picture of her buying the drug." The photograph had two people in it, one that had a visible face which was Minjung, and one guy who's back was facing the camera. He wore a hat so they couldn't really tell who it was. But one thing they could point out is the reflection on the window of the car beside them.

"Dude, look at this," Mark points out his observation to Johnny. "He has a tattoo, we could start with this." 

"Bingo. There's your lead." The chief closes the folder and puts it back in his file. "The next time you get back here your asses better be presenting me some actual progress. Understand?" 

"Yes sir." 

----

Johnny and Mark head to the resident tattoo artist that was near the university, apparently they do most of the tattoos of the students there. 

"Excuse me," They knocked on the table of the artist who was currently at the back of the shop.

The tattoo artist arrives out front and asks how they could help the two. 

"We're looking for this tattoo, is it familiar to you?" Johnny asks while showing the artists the photograph.

The artist tries to think hard, but gives a hasty answer. "I'm not sure, there's too many of them who got that." 

Mark pushes the subject, "Them? Do you think it's some kind of group tattoo?" 

"I guess so. They were boys, all of them. Very masculine, had the body of an athlete if I were to put it at that." The artist states. 

Mark and Johnny look at each other as if there were light bulbs above their heads. "Thank you!" Mark says and they run off the shop. 

The possibility of this being in the football team was huge. They were athletes, and under a lot of pressure. They had reasons to use this drug but it wasn't an excuse for them not to eliminate this. They had to get to the bottom of this before it ends up like Minjung's case again. 

---

Johnny was at football practice while Mark stood by the bleachers, watching the team and trying to look out as usual until Johnny calls him over to come down for a bit. 

"Jaehyun, this is Kalen, my brother." He introduces him. With his assigned name. 

Jaehyun chortles in disbelief when he sees Mark. "You have a brother?" He asks and Johnny nods. 

"Sup," Mark tries to give him a bro hug, but Jaehyun shakes his hand instead. 

Jaehyun pays no mind to Mark's presence and diverts his attention back to Johnny and proceeds to talk about their game plan.

When practice ends he tells Johnny that the football team plans to host a party tonight. It would be the perfect opportunity for them to keep an eye on everyone. 

"Can I come?" Mark asks.

Jaehyun eyes him from the side, "Yeah uh sure" and only bids goodbye to Johnny. "See ya bro." 

Mark could already feel that he didn't belong in this crowd, but he and Johnny had to stick together and investigate. 

The night of the party came and the two brothers were stoked. "Our first frat party." Mark thought. 

"Your first frat party." Johnny spat playfully, trying to meticulously style and wax his hair. 

Mark scoffs, still trying to figure out what shirt to wear but at the end, he settles with a navy blue Ralph Lauren shirt. He was too lazy to fix his hair and wears a cap instead. 

Johnny tosses Mark something that he thinks the younger might need later on. 

"Are you for real? A condom?" A baffled Mark says in disbelief, but sliding it in his pocket anyway.

"You'll never know wildcat. You'll never know." He gives him a mischievous wink.

This wasn't just any party to them, this was an operation. Though they chose to leave for the party unarmed, they were thankfully trained well for hand to hand combat, just in case things went extremely wrong. But that was besides the point, they couldn't destroy their chances of blending in.

When the tandem arrives at the party, the elder was the only one to be greeted enthusiastically, Mark shakes it off simply because being friends with these jocks were the last thing on his list. It was Johnny's call if it didn't work for him, they had their roles. 

"Go around for a bit, I'll take care of him." Johnny whispers to Mark with a drink already in his hand.  

Mark shrugs his shoulders and explores the frat house, lit with red and blue, music blaring through speakers and the muffled conversations from the people that filled it. 

Nothing seemed too off the bat here, it was everything you would expect a frat party to be. There hasn't been a trace of NCT anywhere, or maybe it was because they were being taken too discreetly. 

"Want some?" a random guy nudges him, discreetly handing a packet of the substance. He takes it and plays it cool. 

"Yo, sick. Thanks man." He pats him on the back. 

“Yo it’s not free.” The guy laughs then it disappears. “20 bucks.”

Mark's smile fades, embarrassed. Thank god he brought his wallet. “Here. Thanks.”

"Don't sweat it." and he gives him a small salute.

Mark quickly slides it in his pocket, to keep as evidence later. 

"Bad boy." You snake your hands around his shoulders. "Want some?" You offer your red punch with vodka. 

His eyes widen, but eases under your touch. Finally, someone who's familiar. Overly familiar. "Hey, y/n" he shakes his head no. "I don't feel like drinking tonight" he makes up an excuse. 

"So are you…" 

"Am i?" 

"Are you going to take that?" You say, pointing at the pocket where he hid it.

Uncertain, he shakes his head no. "But should I? Have you ever had one of these?" 

"Oh god no." You say in disgust. "I have seen people's reactions to it though. It's borderline batshit crazy, those things." You explain. Hoping that he wouldn't ever try taking those. You knew about the whole Minjung incident. "One of the girls who lived next door died because of it." 

Your remark sparks an interest in him. "Minjung?" He questions. This could be a big help to their operation. But it wasn't a good time to interrogate you.

You raise your brows, "How'd you know her name?" 

He fakes a cough and tries to quickly think of a reason. "Mr- Mr. Benett told us. He said that recently a student passed away but never said it was because of the drug…" 

You crease up, "That old man is fucking clueless." You cross your arms. "But I'm just looking out for you okay? There's safer ways to have fun." 

"Right " He pursues a smile.

Too much fun wasn't part of the plan tonight but you made it difficult for him to do his job. Effortlessly. 

You fake a pout. "C'mon tiger, live a little! It's not going to be that bad." You try to convince him, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to keep your drink from spilling, his arms naturally overlapping and resting just right above your ass.

To hell with this. He's been dreaming of this his entire life. After being in such a conservative family and all, he deserved to try new things out. He was old enough. He thinks to himself, while catching a glimpse of Johnny chugging down a keg. "You're right." he smirks, and you offer your drink for him to taste. 

Mark's face scrunches a little from the alcohol, but it felt nice. Good enough for him to grab you by the arm and head to get one himself. 

He scans the counter full of different drinks with a variety of colored juices. He chooses the blue lemonade with vodka which you gladly made, handing him the red plastic cup after. "Cheers" you say, delighted with the smile he gave you. 

It wasn't long enough until the both of you were back to dancing again, not giving a care like everyone else. He could kiss you right now. And he did, he couldn't miss the opportunity to make your tongues turn purple. 

----

Johnny has done everything with all his might to get along with these jocks, kids these days do party harder huh? He doesn't remember having this kind of intolerance to alcohol before, he had to get it out of his system before he forgets what he's really here for.  

"Nah this dude's a goner!" Yuta enthusiastically points at Johnny, who now had both of his hands on his knees. 

"Hold on, I gotta have some air outside" he raises his arms in defeat, words slurring out of his mouth and vision so blurred he could barely tell where he's going. Finally after much stumbling and ending up in filthy corners, he managed to find a bathroom. Not a usable one though.

"Oh god- sorry" He says as he sees two people fucking each other's guts out on on the sink. "Nevermind" he immediately shuts the door and leaves them alone. It didn't take long for him to just head outside and vomit on the lawn of the frat house. Oh yes, great fertilizer. 

Johnny regains a very small amount of composure and he felt someone tap and rub his back. "You okay?" Jaehyun chuckles, with a drunk Yuta tagging along.

Johnny takes a deep breath and tries to stand straight with all his might, trying to act like everything was under control. "Shits wild here" He chaffs, but his brows furrow when he sees a familiar pattern on Yuta's skin. "What's that you got there?" Johnny tries to reach for the latter's arm carefully. 

Yuta excitedly raises his sleeve, revealing a tattoo. "Oh this? It's a tattoo man. Gotta get inked at some point!" Yuta says, proudly. "Do you want one? I know a place!"

Jaehyun sighs. He was hyperactive again. "Yuta-"

"What? C'mon look I got this as soon as I got out of my parent's house. Those folks made me feel like I was in jail!" The drunk boy overshares. Johnny pays attention because there was a possibility that these thoughts were sober. 

Johnny was quickly disappointed, but not surprised. "Yeah? That's cool. I'll pass. Kinda scared of needles..." He trails off. 

"Pfft. Pussy." Yuta spat, Johnny was ready to give him a piece of his knuckles. 

Jaehyun blocks Johnny with his arm, "Cut him some slack man, I've known this guy since high school. Let him have his fun. He won't even remember this." 

The three head back inside to enjoy the rest of the party when the duo completely forget what they were initially here for. Johnny had spent the rest of the night enjoying himself, so did Mark.

You and Mark decided to play along with the drinking games these people planned, with the faces that you will surely forget by tomorrow. 

You've already had a couple to drink, so it became harder for you to aim in beer pong. Luckily, Mark was right behind you, with a steady grip on your hips and one arm helping you aim for the ball. 

You close one eye trying to focus as he helped you aim for the cup. "She shoots, she scores!" he shouts playfully and there goes another drink for you. 

"You still alright? We can stop if you want," He whispers, lips tingling on your collarbone, sending chills to your spine. 

You turn to face him, a gentle hand on his lean chest. "I want you.".  You whisper, dragging a painfully slow finger to his lips. You were so knit together that you could feel the growing tent in his pants on your throbbing core. He was irresistible. 

He gulps. Here comes nothing. Johnny sure knows his shit huh?

Mark quickly leads you upstairs, looking for a vacant room to settle in. He turned the knobs one by one but they were all locked, your last resort was a surprisingly available restroom. 

"Will this do for you?" Mark hesitates, because he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.

Your tipsy self playfully pinches his cheek, "You do it for me, tiger." And it was enough to drive him to the edge. 

As soon as the both of you enter the bathroom, your lips connect once again, sloppily kissing each other like you were out of your minds. Like you wanted to swallow and consume this man whole. 

"I want you to see for yourself how crazy you make me." You say through the slapdash kisses.

He puts a hand under your dress, feeling your drenched cunt. "You're so fucking wet. Is this all for me?" He says out of breath, mouth almost watering with the thought of your pussy in his mouth.

"All yours baby." You bite his lower lip and stick out your tongue for him to suck. 

He raises your dress just below your ribcage and slides down your black lace lingerie as it fell to your ankles, "Just so you know, I'm keeping this." Mark smirks as he quickly puts it in his pocket. 

"It's meant to be yours," You purr, setting your back flat on the cold tiled wall, throwing your head back at the sensation of Mark leaving wet kisses on your thighs. 

He kneels and places your legs over his shoulders, lifting your feet off the ground. He was sturdy as a rock as his two arms held your thighs for support while you removed his cap for you to wear over your head and your fingers to be locked in his hair. 

"Fuck." You hiss as his tongue lapped on your folds, slurping on your wetness like he worshiped you. He sucked repeatedly on your clit making your legs tremble, so good that you might fall over but his reflexes were out of his world and he knew where exactly to support you. 

Your eyes painfully roll to the back of your head from the sensation he was giving you, "God, Kalen don't fucking stop-" you moan and you swear this man had some spell casted on his mouth by how magical it worked. 

You grind your hips involuntarily as his mouth followed it, like this could not get any better than it already was. But you could only take so much. "Kalen I'm gonna cum, fuck" 

"It's not over until it's over baby," he sets you down and removes his mouth from your pussy, you could barely stand with your legs feeling like absolute gelatin. 

Mark gets a condom out of his pocket and quickly unbuckles his belt, making his jeans fall to the ground and expose his throbbing cock, boxers wet with precum. 

"You think you can last longer for me baby girl?" 

You could only nod your head eagerly because you were growing extremely impatient. 

He wraps your legs around his waist in a swift move. "Good girl" He whispers, and you were more than ready to take him. Again and again. 

He inserts himself inside you, stretching your walls and you whimper, wrapping your arms around his head to keep his face close to the valley of your breasts. 

"That's right, open up for me, pretty girl." He pleads as he continues to thrust in a steady pace. Breath hitched as he brought his face up to you, slurping your tongue once more like it was a popsicle that he couldn't get enough of. "Taking me so well like always huh?" he chuckles and picks up his pace, throaty moans escaping his mouth. 

Thank fuck the music in this house was loud enough to blow off people's eardrums, making your moans almost inaudible outside, but loud enough for Marks pleasure. For his ears only. 

“Fuck I’m almost-” Mark huffs, “there.” he breathes. When his pace becomes sloppy and finally comes, you hold onto him, your legs numb that you could barely stand on your own. Conscious with the fact that Mark will get to see how fucked out you look, but he absolutely loved it. 

-----

"What'd I tell ya? That condom didn't go to waste." Johnny snickers while laying in bed, tossing his football. 

Head in the clouds with the thought of you, Mark could only smile to himself but quickly changes the subject before they both lose all purpose. 

"Find anything out yet?" Mark asks mindlessly, because all he could think about was you. 

"Nope." Johnny says, popping the p. He lied.

And something clicks with Mark. That packet of NCT he managed to keep in his pocket. He rushes over to his hamper and flips the pockets of his pants. 

"Someone handed it to me yesterday, I kept it for evidence to bring at the headquarters." He hands the packet to Johnny.

The elder observes it, trying to push the thought of Yuta possibly being a dealer to the very back of his head right now. Give it time. Mark was just starting to enjoy being with you, Johnny has been enjoying being one of the new aces in the football team, it wouldn't hurt to hold it out for a little while. 

"Also," Mark adds, "Y/n knows about Minjung. Said she lived across the hall."

"And?" Johnny anticipates. 

"That's all I know for now. It's still a big step though." Mark concludes.

----

Johnny spends his free time hanging with Jaehyun and the rest of the boys. If not in practice, they hit the gym to always be in tip-top shape. 

Yuta swings a heavy arm over Johnny's shoulders, "Well isn't it our quitter!" 

Johnny shoots Jaehyun a look, "You told me he wouldn't remember." 

Jaehyun could only chuckle, "Well he did." 

Yuta was loud as a goose, he seemed to have so much more energy than the other members of the team that Johnny became suspicious of where it came from. 

He recalls the time when the chief described the effects of the NCT substance, and one of them was being focused and hyperactive.

Yuta, besides being silly, was on top of his own game. After joking around he was a hundred percent focused on the gym, his reps were consistent, his routines were clean. Jaehyun tells Johnny that Yuta was also one of the greatest instruments of the football team. Though not gifted with the brightest mind, he worked hard to stay in this university to prove his parents wrong—and to avoid business school.

He was a potential heir to a known electronics company in Japan, but he insisted that he pursue being part of the varsity team to keep his scholarship in sports science. Which until now was an endless debate between him and his parents. 

Jaehyun had invited Johnny to stay over at the frat house to hang out, and he did. 

It was different to see it in daylight, with no people partying, no vomit and crushed chips on the floor, it looked well taken care of. 

"You guys clean this up yourselves after every party?" Johnny asks, impressed. 

"Yep," Jaehyun proudly says. 

"You gotta look out for the shit they leave behind here. It's amusing." Yuta retorts. 

Johnny raises a brow, "Oh yeah? Like what?" 

Without wit, Yuta replies, "Drugs"

Johnny, absolutely being taken back by his bold remark was immediately clutched by Jaehyun, "He doesn't mean it." 

His suspicion grew so much that he couldn't help but finally bring up the subject. "Like what? Like NCT?" he enunciates. 

Jaehyun, quite astounded by Johnny's knowledge with the substance replies, "Hm maybe. You know about that?" 

And he was in the trance. "Heard of it yeah, can you hook me up with some?

"Oh sure it’s right-" Yuta reaches for his pocket, "here." and sticks his middle finger out playfully. Johnny swats it away.

"Woah there-" Jaehyun almost bust a gut while laughing. "You're definitely new to this. We don't have any." He tells Johnny. "Don't be such a narc." 

Way too defensively, Johnny retorts, "I'm not!"

"That's what they all say." Yuta shrugs with a chuckle.

 He spends the rest of the afternoon with them and surprisingly hasn't dealt with unusual rituals and behavior. They acted their age, playing games on a PS5, drinking soda until their bladders exploded, filling themselves with junk food and spray cheese. He could be wrong about them after all.

----

Days passed and not a single thing has led them closer to their target person, it was harder than they thought even when everything felt like it was right in front of them. 

"Student-Parent day is coming soon, are you going?" You ask Mark as you take a sip of your coffee. 

You took him to your favorite coffee shop for the first time, it's a nice and quiet place for you to study and relax. 

"They have those?" Mark hesitates because then he'd have to tell his parents that he's undercover and they'd forget and blow it for him. "I guess so." 

"Good. Because I'd like you to meet my parents." You smile. Though you didn't know where you stood with Mark, the past few weeks with him had been a breath of fresh air. He was kind, funny and supportive. He was simple yet his ways of showing his thoughts were sophisticated, never had you once thought that you would get along so well with a person in such a short time. You weren't the one to ask for labels though. You simply liked to enjoy whatever you had at the moment. In your experience, putting labels on things just always gave a reason for it to vanish. 

"What why?" He says, a little too surprised.

"Look Kalen, don't break a sweat with this. I'm just going to introduce you. They won't mind." You assure him. 

He simply leaves the topic behind and ponders on how he could make this work. He was scared because you had no idea that this was all temporary, and he's terrified by the fact that he wishes it wasn't. He was finding all the possible reasons and excuses to retract himself from this relationship he has with you, but all you ever gave him was a reason to stay. It broke his heart knowing that one day, he'll have to disappoint you with the truth. 

"Something wrong?" 

He snaps out of it. "Nothing." and forces a smile. 

-----

"We aren't making any progress man," Mark runs a hand through his hair and sighs. His back falls heavily on his bed.

Johnny anxiously bites his lap, eyes fixated on the floor. "Yuta has a tattoo…" 

"What?" the younger jolts up. 

Johnny backs up defensively, "But it wasn't the one we saw! You know how the tattoo artist said he's done a couple of those."

"Are you shitting me right now? We've been trying to find it for weeks! Why didn't you tell me?" His voice raises, and a vein on his forehead couldn't help but emerge. 

"I don't think it's him man, I told you it’s not the same tattoo" Johnny defends. 

Mark lets out a pungent laugh, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek, his jaw stiffens. "Right. I knew it. " He says in disbelief. "Everything's right in front of you already! Too scared to bust your new besties now?" 

"They aren't my new besties stop making up bullshit." The elder stubbornly defends. 

"No you stop because I'm actually trying here!" 

"Oh you are? Explain why you're getting so serious with that girl of yours. Wait until she finds out that she's just part of the plan." He jumps on Mark's throat and walks out of the room. 

The thing is, you weren't even part of the plan. Not at all. 

-----

"You better have good shit for me today." The chief clearly was not being in his best mood today. 

Mark scoffs, he and Johnny had not settled their differences since the fight from two days ago, they were doing their own investigations without communicating. Which was a big no.

"Ask the big guy here, I'm sure he has something." Tongue in his cheek, Mark glares. 

The chief slams a big hand on the table and shouts, "Stop acting like fucking children!" 

Johnny stiffened up on his seat, and gulped before he spoke. "I think we need to initiate a drug test on one of the students, chief. I have my eye on this one person. We could pretend to say that the thing is randomized and mandatory. If the intel can look up information about his parents, we could send a pretend automated message about their child being randomly selected for a drug test." 

The chief seems to be taking Johnny's point well, "And who is this you suspect?" 

"Nakamoto Yuta." 

Mark looks at Johnny with wide eyes, he thought Johnny wouldn't be turning him in. 

"I see. I'll get the department to execute this idea of yours and we'll let you know right away. Dismissed." 

Mark catches up to Johnny who had been walking ahead of him and tries to reach for the elder's shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Let go of me," Johnny knocks Mark's hand off his shoulder. "Are you happy now?" 

Dumbfounded, Mark couldn't seem to understand where Johnny's irritation was coming from. "Look man, I'm sorry you had to turn one of your friends in but you know it's our job." 

"I know okay? I don't need you telling me what to do because so far, I know pretty damn well that I'm not meddling in your fucking business." 

Mark pushes a hard hand on Johnny, making him stumble a little. "My relationship has nothing to do with this. Are you jealous? Because if you are, I know pretty damn well you can score a lot of chicks here. I don't see the problem." 

Johnny tries to speak but was unable to because Mark had already stormed off elsewhere. 

----

 "Shit. My parents are coming to fetch me today." Yuta runs a veiny hand through his ginger hair; another reason for his parents to pull him out of university. But here's the first: 

Jaehyun, disinterested even if he knew it was serious whenever Yuta's parents butt in and ask why.

"They wanna do a drug test on me." 

Jaehyun chortles, "What? You? What made them think that? Besides you acting like a crackhead?" 

"They got this stupid email from the dean that I was amongst the randomly chosen individuals to get tested." He pops a sour kid patch in his mouth, "They're never letting this go." He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. "I have never even tried NCT." he rolls his eyes. 

Yuta, though by the looks of him, gave an impression of a boy who would try everything in front of him, but he's a wuss with a good conscience. Too good.

"Well, you are innocent after all, right?" Jaehyun shrugs. "There's nothing to worry about. Um, besides your dyed hair, your tattoo, that lip piercing." He eyes him up and down. "No biggie, just probably uh—two weeks worth of grounding. And no allowance." 

"Fuck you man." the ginger-haired boy glared.

------

Johnny walks around the campus, alone. It sucked to not be on good terms with Mark, what ever happened to bros before hoes? It just wasn't the same doing things without him. Johnny had given Mark his personal space for the both of you, but at times like this—it was the hardest to stay out of it. 

As he passes by the back of the Fine Arts building, he sees two familiar faces on the exposed staircase. 

He squints his eyes and tries to focus on who those people might be, the mop of ash purple hair too familiar. But one thing that utterly shocked him was the sight of someone he expected the least.

It was you and Jaehyun, standing way too close to each other for anyone's liking.

Johnny takes a deep breath and sucks in his cheeks. He didn't know what this meant, and he wished he wouldn't have to be the one to give it any interpretation that would disappoint him and especially Mark. 

He walks away from the scene before you get a chance to see him.

"Jaehyun, you don't have to stand this close to me," You backed up, hips hitting the ledge lightly. 

He looks to the side, then back at you. "Sorry," he cockily says, backing up with both of his hands raised. "Can't help it. My best friend's too fine. And someone was looking." he mumbles.

"What?" 

"Nothing, he's gone"

"You know I'm with Kalen right now Jaehyun." You say with worry, it could've been anyone. "Quit. Don't ruin this for me." 

He manages to let a disgruntled chuckle, "And yet you still can't put a label on it." 

And with that, he was off. 

The entire time Johnny was battling with himself if she should tell Mark about what he saw or not. Them being in a misunderstanding right now doesn't change the fact that he was still his best friend. 

After the excruciatingly slow walk to the dorm, he had hoped that Mark wouldn't be around, so he wouldn't have to face him with the information he had right away. He couldn't even form the words for it. The. again, when did anything ever go his way, right? 

Johnny enters the room and there was Mark, munching on some chips while viewing something on his laptop. Something probably for one of his classes. Mark didn't have to take this so seriously (by this he meant his classes) but he did, because the Mark we all know just loved to learn. Good for him. 

He ignores Johnny's presence; though he was very much aware of it. The elder plops down his bed and grabs his football to toss around. It was so awkward; not greeting each other with their usual weirdness and excitement. It felt like there was this gaping hole between them that both of them were afraid to cross, and no one had the initiative to take a risk—for now. 

"Find anything?" Johnny asks Mark, eyes on the ceiling. 

"Nope." 

"Why not?" 

"Do you have anything?"

Well, he did. But not about their task. Instead, he says "Nope." but he couldn’t help but ask. “How are you and y/n?”

“Good.” Mark plainly answers.

“Good.”

And left it at that. 

-----

You were going to let your parents meet Mark today, and his would meet yours. You were new to this, there was not a single man you had introduced to your parents, aside from Jaehyun. But that was a different story, because Jaehyun was a childhood friend. 

So Mark was the first… whatever this was called. You couldn’t get yourself to call him that, you didn’t deserve to. For you labels were earned, not just given. But this will do for now. 

You see him from a distance with his parents, he resembled his father’s face structure and his mother’s eyes. His smile was uniquely his own. You wave a hand in the air and he catches the sight of it, smiling even wider. 

“You’re in college again honey?” Mark’s mom asks, clueless.

“Mom, I'm undercover please don’t bring that up anywhere. Please keep quiet for me.” He whispers sternly. 

His mom zips her mouth figuratively, his dad got the idea of the whole thing, so they acted according to the assignment. 

As he got closer to where you were, his legs grew weak. But he couldn’t falter, he had to put on a strong face. But at that moment, Mark wanted to be buried alive. He wanted to turn his back and run away.

“Mom, dad, this is Kalen.” You present him to them with a grin. 

“H-hello.” Mark lets out, his chest clenching. 

“Kalen. You sure I haven’t seen you before?” Your father says, gripping Mark’s hand firm, he could almost squeeze the guts out of it. Your father was his deputy chief. 

Mark, crushed under the man’s grip, “N-no sir.” he manages to blurt out. 

You sense the tension and tell your dad, “Dad, that’s enough.” 

Your dad let go, with a smug and bitter look on his face. Your mom, who- with absolutely no idea what Mark has to do with your father, greets him politely. 

You greet Mark's parents with glee, and proceed to walk with him, keeping a fair distance from both your parents. "Sorry about my dad, he's just stressed about his job. He's a deputy chief, rustling with knuckleheads all the time." You explain. 

Sure he's been through a lot. Mark thought. "Yea yea, I totally get it. It's fine." he nods. Knuckleheads. He laughs to himself. 

The rest of the parents’ day event was a total drag, every time Mark got into eye contact with their chief, it had seemed like the man wanted to rip his head away from his body, or maybe skin him alive. Mark had no idea, because if he did he wouldn’t have risked going this far with you. What is left to do now? How can he ever face his boss knowing that he broke the first rule given to them right in his face? And with his own daughter? He should start digging his own grave at this point. 

But the chief didn't lay a finger on him, not now when his daughter was at stake. 

----

Mark has been itching to tell Johnny about what had happened. He was willing to set aside their differences because he needed his best friend, now. 

"Johnny-" Mark breathes, not making eye contact with the elder who was on his phone, this room had been dead silent for days. 

Johnny's head perks up, it was nice hearing him call his name again. "Yeah?" 

"I kinda messed up… big time." Mark scratches the back of his head, shameful. 

Johnny sits up, and listens to the younger more attentively. "What do you mean?" 

"Y/n.." he trails off, "Y/n is the chief's daughter." And catches his face on his hands. 

"Fuck…" Johnny didn't know what to say. "How'd you know?" 

"The student-parent weekend thing. God, I swear dude he was going to skin me alive if he could. But shit, I didn't know!" Mark exclaims, hands all over the place. "If I did then I wouldn't have gone through with this. She has never told me about her parents until that day. I don't know what to do." 

He seemed so helpless, he didn't want to break to you like this, it was too messy. But damn if he didn't want to keep being with you. It couldn't end like this, not yet. 

"I- I don't know what to say man… God I'm sorry this sucks ass. You know I always let you do what makes you happy right? But what if," Johnny stops, debating if he should go on with what he planned to say. 

"What if?" Mark anticipates. 

"What if she isn't who you thought she was?" 

"Great. I'm so fucking stupid for thinking you would be with me on this one." Mark slams his hands on his lap and stands, slamming the door on the way out. 

"Mark-" Johnny reaches for the door but misses a beat, it was too late. He let his best friend slip away from him again. 

And as soon as Mark left their room, he was on his way to meet up with you, hoping you would be free. He hadn't had much time with you after the following days of the event because you had always excused yourself with how busy you are with your submissions and requirements, or that's what you would like to tell him. 

Your phone rings in your pocket as you excuse yourself from the people you were with at the moment, when you check to see who it was, you find the quietest place possible. 

"Kalen," You spoke, "What's up?" 

"Are you free? I was hoping I'd finally catch you." 

You sigh, you missed spending time with him. "I am," you say in advance before you bail out of this place you were in. "See you at the cafe in 10?" 

You hear him chuckle over the line, and you just knew he was smiling when he said "Great, I'll see you." 

"See you, Kal." You smile and tuck your phone back in your pocket. 

"Who was that?" Jaehyun asks when he bumps into you in the hallway of the frat house. "Oh you've got that sickening smile right now. It must've been Kalen" He rolls his eyes. 

"Whatever Jae," You brush past him. "I'm heading out." 

"But we're not done!" 

You didn't respond and left, shutting the door behind you. 

The cafe was a short walk from your university, but you just happened to bump into Mark on the way, now you don't have to walk alone. 

He smoothly slips his hand in yours, holding it gently and reading your expression. You look to the side with a wide grin on your face, unable to help the fact that you were blushing like crazy. 

"Nice hoodie," he comments. The garment looked a little too familiar to him, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. “You never gave back my jacket..”

You mentally facepalm, forgetting the fact that you were wearing Jaehyun's hoodie. You pray that Mark wouldn't see this on him anytime soon, you wouldn't want him to get a bad idea. 

"Oh right that, I’ll get it dry cleaned and I’ll give it back" you utter. "Something bothering you?" You ask, trying to read his sulky expression. 

He shakes his head, "No no, I want you to keep it. And I just missed you." He forms a small smile, making your heart melt. You were so easily captivated by his presence that it scared you. He always left you feeling unhinged—in a good way. 

"I missed you too, tiger." You grip his hand a little tighter.  

When he licks his lips, only by then you realize how much you missed kissing him. Right then and there, you just wanted another taste. This was exactly why you were trying to keep yourself busy and away from him for a bit; you had to convince yourself that you couldn’t be attached to him because you could never take care of the things you keep. 

He opens the door for you like always and the chimes in the cafe ring in a sweet melody, a sound that always reminds you of your moments with him. The both of you always shared comfortable memories in this cafe, from small coffee dates to working on papers until it closed. You couldn’t imagine sharing it with anyone else. 

When you settle down he automatically takes your usual orders right away. You could not take your eyes off him, he was such a dream.

He sets the tray down with your drinks, and a pastry that you shared a love-hate relationship with. Cheesecake.

You chuckle at the thought of recalling all the times that you convinced Mark that cheesecake slices weren’t supposed to be as huge as they are and that there are definitely better one’s in other places, but Mark’s favorite was Starbucks’. Maybe that’s why you have learned to love it somehow, because you get to enjoy it with him. 

"I thought you didn't like this? You almost finished the whole thing… I literally bought this for myself." He says sarcastically, very much amused at how you barely even noticed that you were close to finishing the entire thing. 

"Oh shit.. sorry" You show him a pout and feed the last piece to him. "Here." You smile cutely. 

He rolls his eyes and bites it off your fork, you both bid goodbye to the cheesecake. 

Mark’s phone rings in his pocket and when he checks to see, it was Johnny. He lets out a sigh and puts his phone back in his pocket. 

“Are you going to take that?” You ask. 

“Nah”

But Johnny was persistent, he did see this coming. He knew that Mark would ignore him at first so he decided to send him a message. This was about their job. 

“Mark, I know you hate me right now but we have to go to the office. Yuta’s tests came back.” Johnny sends. 

Mark takes a peek at his message, immediately standing up. 

“Where are you going?” You say, surprised. 

“I’m sorry I gotta go- meet my brother. He needs me for something.” He hesitantly leans forward, wanting to kiss you on the lips but kisses your forehead instead. “Text me when you get home okay?.” And with that, he was off. 

Mark rings Johnny and the elder quickly answers the call, Mark informs him that he would be heading to the office by himself since he was already closer to the location. 

But he suddenly remembers about his conflict with the chief. So he waited for Johnny to arrive outside. 

Lowering his pride he says, “I’m scared.” 

Johnny looks at him with empathy and says, “We can’t change what happened Mark. Just take it all in for now and we’ll figure out what to do about it later.” He pats the younger’s back and gives his shoulders an assuring squeeze before heading inside. 

Mark could not look at his boss, the feeling of wanting to be eaten alive was back again, why did he have to be your father? 

When Mark finally gets the courage to face him, the chief yells, “The fuck are you looking at?” making Mark flinch and shrink into his seat. 

Johnny felt the need to protect his friend and at the same time, to get what they were really here for. “Um, Sir can you save the ass beating for next time? We really need to look into Yuta’s results now.” He scratches the back of his neck. 

The chief grunts angrily, getting the file from his drawer. “Negative.” He says. 

Mark and Johnny give each other a look and take the folder that had the results, trying to analyze how it could possibly be negative. 

“Dammit.” Johnny whispers to himself, they had to move quickly before everything slips away from them. He takes note of Yuta’s contact number in the file to use for later. He closes the folder and places it back on the desk. “We’ll take care of this chief.” 

“You better. And you,” He presses a hard finger on Mark’s chest, “Stop fucking around with my daughter. I’ll cut your dick off.” 

Mark purses his lips before speaking, “She’s-” he gulps, “She’s really great sir. I’m not playing around with her. I’d never do anything to hurt her.” 

“You already are.” 

-----

The following day, Yuta receives a text from an unknown number, asking him to meet in an unusual location on campus. He was very skeptical at first but  believed that it was probably harmless. 

“Yah, Rolan! Sup.” He offers his fist to bump. “I was just waiting for someone here too. Some random number texted me and I was like "you know, fuck it"” he shrugs.

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle. Was innocence even the word to describe this? "And you believed them?" Johnny shakes his head.

“Yeah! Look here’s the number” he flashes his phone screen to Johnny, “I wonder where they are. Let me give them a call.” he mindlessly puts the phone next to his ear. Yuta hears a muffled cellphone ringtone and looks around for it. “Yo, your phone’s ringing you should get that.” Yuta says to Johnny, still having absolutely no idea.

“It was us who texted you, dummy.” Mark retorts, appearing from the shadows, now both of them are cornering Yuta. 

“Yo,-” Yuta laughs, still not getting the point of this all. “What’s your name again?” 

Mark rolls his eyes, “Kalen.” 

“Right! Kalen wassup? You’re his brother right?” Yuta points to Johnny with his thumb up.

Johnny pops a tongue in his cheeks, and cocks his brow. “Alright, fun’s over.” It was a shame he had to do this too early, but it had to stop. He locks Yuta’s throat with his arm, pushing him onto the solid brick wall. 

Yuta tries to toughen up and tries to push Johnny’s arm off, but due to their size difference, Johnny definitely kept him still. 

“What do you know about him” Johnny asks sternly. 

“A-about who?” Yuta coughs.

“Jaehyun. What does he do?” Mark follows. 

“Besides being the most handsome man I know, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mark shakes his head, “Well,” and gets a gun out of the pocket of his hoodie. “Will this make you talk?”

Yuta looks at him with wide eyes, he was now scared shitless. “Why- how- who are you guys!” He exclaims. 

“The police mother fucker.” Johnny says. 

But despite everything, Yuta’s tactless mouth was definitely not his best asset. “I knew it. you looked too old to be a freshman.” He looks over at Johnny. “And you, I didn’t expect you to be a cop but you did give Narc vibes in that philosophy class.” 

Mark and Johnny give each other a look, they could not be sidetracked. 

“Are you done?” Johnny tells Yuta, and he simply nods. “So are you going to talk?”

“I’m telling you I don’t know! He never trusts me with his business, he says I have a big mouth.” 

Mark snickers, “I can tell.”

Yuta scoffs, and follows, “He’s been out often recently, but he never tells me where he’s going. So I don’t know what I can do for you.” 

“Listen here buddy,” Johnny warns. “If this gets to your parents that you’re involved with someone who supplies and distributes drugs, you’re going to get your entire family deported. Do you want that?” 

Yuta gulps, “No.” then helplessly says, “I don’t know how to earn his trust with these kinds of things. He’s known me since forever but-” 

“No buts.” Mark interrupts. “Use that head of yours or your ass is going back to Japan.” 

-------

Yuta had been on edge ever since that encounter with Mark and Johnny, now this entire thing would be up to him if he cooperated or not. Yuta’s heart had been lost a couple times, but it was definitely looking to be in the right place. So he’s trying his best to help out, even if it meant that he would have to turn in his best friend. 

When he gets the time to be alone with his thoughts he looks back at all the times that Jaehyun had made him feel like he wasn’t enough to be his friend. Not giving him a good position in football, walking out on him whenever he wanted to, keeping secrets from him. Maybe he was too busy trying so hard to be validated by Jaehyun that he never really got to realize that he lost himself in the process. Letting himself be trampled all over by everyone; this was his time to do something not just for himself, but for everyone else.

On the night when Jaehyun could not escape from Yuta’s presence any longer, he thought that it would be harmless to let his friend tag along for once. It’s not like he had other friends to be with, right? Right. Jaehyun could believe that if he wanted to. 

“I’m a bit sore today, you think you can drive me?” Jaehyun asks Yuta as they were walking in the parking lot after practice. 

To be fair, Yuta was sore too. But of course they wouldn’t care. “Alright, where to?” He still manages to say. 

“I’ll tell you along the way.” 

Yuta simply shrugs and Jaehyun tosses him his car keys, placing their gym bags at the trunk of his car. Jaehyun had given him directions while driving and it was somewhere he had never been and seen before. “Are you sure it’s here?” He says, trying to drive into a dark abandoned building with only the car’s headlights being the source of light. 

“Yeah yeah, wait for me here.” Jaehyun opens the door of the car and slips away from it. “Don’t worry, this place is safe.” He tells Yuta and shuts the door close. 

Yuta immediately whips out his phone, thinking that this might be his biggest clue and texts Johnny. 

I don’t know where I am, but I’m gonna send you my pinned location based on what my gps says alright? I think this was where Jaehyun had been going. 

Johnny immediately tells Mark about this and they immediately take their car to go to where Yuta had told them. 

 Rolan: Yuta, it’s not safe for you to stay there. Can you drive away and head back here? It would be better if we keep you alive. 

I guess I could, Jaehyun’s pretty far out now. I saw him go in somewhere, I’m sure you’ll find this entrance when you get here.

With that Yuta drives off and tries to find his way back to the campus, hoping that this would be successful for Mark and Johnny. He had such a strong feeling about this, everything could go right, or just extremely wrong. But he had to expect both to keep his feet on the ground. He did the right thing. He kept telling himself that. 

“Dude this place is sketchy as hell.” Mark says, looking around. “Do you think Yuta told us the truth? I mean he’s Jaehyun’s bestfriend right?”

“It wouldn’t hurt to try Mark, he seemed pretty genuine about it. Besides, all Jaehyun does is use him. I’m sure he’s tired of it.” Johnny says as they searched the place with their flashlights, their guns ready to fire if they ever go under attack. 

Finally, they find the entrance Yuta has been talking about, the chain attached to the door unlocked and loosened. When they get closer they arm themselves and keep their guard, Johnny kicks the door open and Mark could not believe what he had just seen. 

This couldn’t be. He kept repeating to himself, he didn’t want to believe that this was his reality. 

The reality that you were the one who was behind all of this.

“Hands up! We’re the police.” Johnny shouts, echoing throughout the entire warehouse. 

Mark gulps, he could not bring himself to move his feet and go closer. When you see him, you feel like you have been the biggest disappointment in someone’s life. “Kalen,” You plead with your hands up, terrified with the fact that Johnny had called off a warning shot, making you and Jaehyun back up. 

“Y/n.” Mark says, still struggling to get closer to you and lift his arm to aim his gun towards you. “Why- how could you?”

And you couldn’t answer him. The last thing you ever wanted to do was disappoint him, and yet you turned out to be every single disappointment that this world could think of. 

“Great.” Jaehyun says in anger, remorseful with the fact that both of you just got caught by the two people who had been the closest to you these past months. 

“Mark, come on. This is just as hard as it is for me than it is for you. We have to do this. It’s all we’ve been working for.” Johnny faces him, also extremely disheartened by this revelation.

Mark? His real name was Mark? “Who’s Mark?” You ask before he continues to approach you.

“Right. Now you know.” He takes a deep breath. He gets his handcuffs out of his pocket and races towards you before you could even get away. It was bizarre; how you even thought of escaping this. 

“You have the right to remain silent,” His hands shake while putting them against your back, “Anything that you say can and will be held against you in the court of law.” He swallows, and you sob. 

 “I’m so sorry I-” he cuts you off.

“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.” He concludes the Miranda rights and adds, “It’s one thing to disappoint me, but another to disappoint your father.”

-----end------

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Hi dear! I’m not too sure if this is too specific or odd for you to write, but if not may I request Vincent comforting his pregnant s/o after Bo makes a rude comment about their baby bump size? Thank you so much and take care 💕

Anon, I'd love to do more 'mature' kind of stuff like pregnancy and other related kinks -Lactation kink and such- This fic is just fluff though! Take care of yourself and thank you! 🐇💕

Vincent Sinclair x Female Reader (Pregnant Reader)

Underthecut - Fluff, Angst, Jonesy being a good girl, Pregnancy stuff, Bo being a dick, Mentions of Killing and noncon (Brief and not with the reader)

"You know, I wouldn't doubt if half of that bump was from all that food you've been eatin." Bo snarked as he caught you mid-waddle down the streets of Ambrose with Jonesy in tow.

Jonesy whined and gave Bo a soft ruff. Her wet nose tickled your fingers.

You froze. Shoulders slumped as you spoke with a vulnerable tone, "I'm pregnant you backwoods bastard." The tears welled up, bottom lip trembled as he shuffled back to the house of wax.

Bo hollered out to you, "Aw, c'mon, sweetpea! I'm just messin around!" Jonesy, tell er!"

Jonesy barked and growled at Bo as you two made your way up the street.

Every sniffle and tear made you feel like shit as if you didn't already. "Thanks, Jonesy." You patted her head, "God, your uncle sure is a dick. And he's basically my stupid brother-in-law"

You broke out into a sob, Jonesy pressed her weight against your legs, her whines telling you she understood. Might not fully understand why you were upset, but upset nonetheless.

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Vincent busied himself with his latest creation, a teddy. He wanted it to be perfect. It was for her firstborn child after all, and that little munchkin deserved the best.

The best...

He pounded, a slight frown as he sat back in his chair. Could he give the best? Could he give his child everything their little heart desired? Realistically he knew no parent could.

It still ate away at him. Festered deep within him after the rush of excitement at the pregnancy news had worn off.

It had taken months of talking to calm him down about his appearance. Would the baby be scared of him? Screech and scream as he neared, as he neared you.

"Vincent, the baby doesn't know the concept of 'normal' They'll simply see you as their father."

He wanted to cry when you spoke those words to him.

He wasn't usually soft, years all walls being put up made him cold and calculating. No one was to tear them down.

No one but you.

"Vincent, stop worrying. Things will work out, you and Bo have been at this whole thing for years now. Sure a Baby is hard work but, we can do it."

More words replayed in his head,

"You know, Vince, I'm just as nervous. I too worry if I'll be good enough."

He cursed himself, he wished he could verbally to you just how amazing you'll be. How beautiful you look pregnant and how much more you'll look while carrying the baby in your arms.

He knows you'll look pregnant while you breastfeed, how naturally it will come to you. How the baby will cry when out of your arms.

Prayed the baby would never cry in his arms. Prayed you were right and the baby just saw him as a dad. Not some freak.

"The mask will scare him, Vince. So don't wear it around the baby!"

Vincent shook his head, snapped his attention back to the little teddy bear he was working on.

It had beige fur with buttons for eyes. Two blue-coloured buttons to match his eyes. A white snout with a sewn-in pink nose. It had a little black side smile, like the one you gave him when you were being smart with him.

Vincent perked up, the sound of his two favourite girls entering through the basement door elated him.

"Vincent?"

his heart stopped as your wobbly voice carried down the stairs.

"Vincent, I need you."

Vincent moved quicker than he could have imagined. A hand ran over Jonesy as he dashed up the stairs to place his large hand on your belly.

"Is...it...time?" He coughed as he held a powerless look. His heart sank as he watched the tears freely flow from your eyes, down your delicate cheeks.

"No, it was," A hiccup and a long sniffle, "Bo. He implied I looked fat!"

You collapsed into Vincent's arm with an audible thud, your heavy sobs muffled as you buried your face into his chest.

Vincent rolled his one eye and scooped you up. He bit his lip, his unscared cheek went pink as his chest rumbled.

He set you down on the bed next to Jonesy. He playfully shook his head as he looked down at you.

"What? Go kick his ass!"

Vincent clenched his chest, a wide smile, soft huffs from his mouth, he was laughing, to the best of his ability.

"It's not funny, Vince! You don't say that to a pregnant lady!"

He knew you were right, Bo shouldn't have said it. Was still funny how your hormones got the best of you. Normally if Bo would say such a thing to you, it would turn into a full-on verbal showdown.

Vincent sat behind you on the bed, pulled you into his chest, rested his chin on your shoulder as he pulled up the large t-shirt you wore. His. To rub your swollen belly.

You shifted uncomfortably as his fingers traced over your stretch marks. A slight whimper as his free arm wrapped itself around your chest, "Vinny, those are sore too," You gestured towards your breasts.

"M..sorry." He eased up but kept your firm against him.

His gentle strokes on your tummy, a figure pattern on your large baby bump had you sigh, your muscles eased as you shimmied closer in his arms.

The heat rose to your face, "Thanks, Vinny." You kissed his cheek, "I'm not fat?"

He coughed in an attempt to chuckle, "No...You...look beautiful."

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"Hey," You shuffled around Jonsey, an impromptu dance as you kept giggling when she pushed her snout under your large shirt. Her wet, cold nose on your sensitive skin making you shriek and jump. "I think she's excited for the baby!"

Vincent sat on the large rock outside, his sketchbook in hand, the charcoal dusting his fingers as he captured the scene in front of him.

Each stroke was careful, each tiny detail was deliberate.

The way you moved in tandem with Jonesy was captured on the worn page.

"Well?" You shot him a look before you screamed, Jonesy's wet nose making contact with your belly. "You think she's excited or what?"

His smile made your chest tingle, your heartbeat out of synch for a few beats.

"You excited to meet your baby sister or brother?" Jonesy sneezed, her tail whipped about like a weed wacker gone loose. Her brown eyes held a warmth to them.

That was it.

Vincent worked furiously on the page, the way his two favourite girls shared a moment made his creativity course through him.

He silently cursed Bo. This would be a perfect opportunity to captured these moments on camera. But, "Hey, I need a momento of me and this blonde!" If momento he meant a porno slash snuff film...well fuck him then.

Maybe it was fair. He did hog the camera. From making Sex tapes with you, from basic sex to one long video of him drugging you and dressing you up. Many videos featuring the aftermath of his kills.

"Vincent!"

your voice snapped him out of his recollection.

"Vincent!" The way you joyously called to him as Jonsey greedily kissed your tummy with her nose had him carefully set down the sketchbook. "You better get over here!"

He grabbed you, you back against his chest as he held up your bump. The way he sighed and leaned back told him the action was appreciated. But, it held you in place and, allowed Jonesy to give you all the kisses she wanted.

"Vincent!"

[lewdbabies]

~Undercover~ Part 1 💗 Gojo satoru fluff/smut

warning: MDNI, 18+, Smut, Language, sexual situations, gore, Dom spy Gojo etc

“Y/N” warm breath brushes against your earlobe.

“Smile baby, They are watching “ you say through your teeth smiling and nodding at passerby’s. He scoffs, picking up his scotch on the rocks. He scans the perimeter sizing up the crowd, His crystal blue eyes Dart at the speed of light. You watch him, drinking in how dashing he looks tonight. He stood there long legged clad in a all black vintage Versace suit. His golden cuff links danced in under the light of the chandeliers above. His white hair was slick back exposing his sharp jawline and gorgeous glossy features. He leaned against the bar sipping on a glass you wished could be you. You didn’t particularly enjoy these missions but you and Gojo satoru were the best of the best.

The mission was simple, infiltrate the Gala and dispose of the target. Despite your everyday lack of people skills when it came time for a mission you always knew how to turn the charm up. Your presence had the power to make a whole room go silent, All eyes on you.

All the men loved you and all the women wanted to be you, A true blessing and curse. Gojo held the exact same power if not more, he was stunning the embodiment of envy. Headquarters decided to pair up their two secret weapons which is how you became partnered with the famous sorcerer.

You two put that power on full display as you weave through the crowd hand in hand. Conversations go silent as they gawk at you passing by, Gojo squeezes your hand tighter. You spot your target at the top of the grand stair case walking into what seemed like a private VIP room. You and Gojo’s eyes meet in a telepathic agreement as you push your way to the staircase. The crowd quiets down as they watch you and Gojo climb the stairs, the air fills with mumbles and girly giggles.

“I guess I truly am the main attraction “ He coos, shooting you a cocky wink.

“Hardly, It’s clear I’m the sexy one in this partnership” You joke.

“Damn right” his thumb traces the back of your hand. You look down slightly flustered, He was a playboy so you never paid his flirtation much mind . You shake your head composing yourself for what might happen next. ‘This isn’t the time for distractions’ you think to yourself releasing his hand once you reach the top.

“How exactly do you plan to get in there” he questions.

“Leave it to me” you take off swiftly down the hall heels clicking against the marble floor , Gojo follows after you.

You stop in front of a door reading ‘storage’ he gives you a curious look.

“Ugh fuck it’s locked “ you say, yanking at the handle.

“Leave it to me” He shoves you gently against the door, you stare into his icy orbs as he leans in cupping the back of your head. His hands work into your hair, your eyes begin to flutter as he draws nearer, your heart is pounding.

He tilts your head back massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers. He pulls away suddenly your hair falls to your shoulders in a wave. He holds up his hand your ruby hair clip is perched between his slender fingers.

“Keep watch Doll” He crouches down working quickly on the lock, you turn away flustered to watch the surrounding area.

After a while Two men with ear pieces walk past, you slap Gojos Shoulder mumbling “Someone’s coming!” He mutters a curse twisting at the lock faster.

Click.

The door swings open, he grabs your wrist dragging you inside.

“Ouch!” Your foot hits a mop bucket.

“Oh yeah laugh it up asshole” you sneer watching him double over in quiet laughter.

He stands wiping the tears from his eyes “ So step one is out the way, what’s next boss” he leans against the metal shelf arms folded. You turn your back to him lifting your hair exposing the back of your red gown.

“Unzip me” you order.

“ Wow in the middle of a mission huh, Alright but it has to be a quickie “ he grabs your waist pulling you back your ass slams against his bulge. You stomp your heel down crashing into his leather loafer.

His grip tightens in pain his fingers dig into your hips “Ah-“ you moan pushing away from him.

“No you idiot! Just unzip the dress!” He mumbles curses as he pulls down the zipper revealing a black leather body suit.

Your dress falls and he takes a closer look at you, your thighs are covered by lacy black thigh high stockings. Your breast sit perched on your chest cleavage nearly bursting free. You reach into your hand bag pulling out a pair of elbow length black gloves.

“Hold this” you shove your bag into his hands, you grab the base of your wig pulling it off in one motion revealing your natural hair underneath. Gojo bites his lip shamelessly scanning you from head to toe.

“Like what you see?” You tease.

He runs his hand through his frosty locs.

“Love it” he says.

You stuff your gown behind the chemical shelf, “Here put this on” you hand him a solid gold chain, he raises an eyebrow.

He slides the chain around his neck nodding in approval.

“The target is hosting a private auction, He’s been trading curse infected humans on the underground market...women specifically, a true fucking sicko. The theme of tonight’s room is pussy to put it plainly. We’re going in undercover as a stripper and body guard. Tonight my name is Elektra, got it?” You state.

“ So tonight I’m your pimp?...” he chuckles you slap his chest playfully.

“Shut u-“ Your head snaps to the door, Gojo gives you an apologetic nod before wrapping his hand around your throat pulling you into a fierce kiss. His hand slides down the length of your back hovering on your ass, his grip settling on the curve where you thigh meets your cheek pulling you deeper into his heated lips. His fingers trail further between your thighs pressing against your quivering cunt.

“Uhn- Ah” you moan into the kiss throwing your arms around his neck.

The door flies open, the men you’d seen just minutes ago stand there in full combat mode.

“Can’t a guy get alittle privacy “ Gojo chuckles slapping your ass.

“Ah I feel so embarrassed “ you nuzzle into his jacket playing coy.

The men look you up and down in suspicion hands reaching for their pockets.

“I’d say you could stay and watch but that would cost you...” He smirks stealing your lips for another kiss ramming his tongue down your throat.

The men look away uncomfortably, the Man to the left reaches up pressing his ear piece. “False alarm” he calls over the radio.

“Get the fuck out of here if I catch you sneaking around again.... your dead” he warns.

Gojo giggles blowing the men a kiss as they slam the door shut.

You realize how close you two are, how his fingers are pressing gently into your core. You jump pushing him into the shelf behind.

“L-let’s go we have a job to finish” you say sternly sliding on your trench coat.

His tongue slides over his reddened lips giving you a cunning smile.

“After you princess”

~part 2 coming soon Stay tuned it gets spicy~ 🌶 🥵

Comment,share, and Leave a suggestion who I should write next 💕gojo

[solariswrites]

Just A Bite of Honesty

Pete let out a shaky breath as he started to stir from sleeping. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d slept so well. But those thoughts were pushed aside as he realized that lithe fingers were combing through his hair. His eyes fluttered open, blearily as he tried to focus. He immediately sat up as he realized it was Vegas. The older man looked so soft and from the wet hair it was obvious he’d taken a shower. 

“Morning Pete.” Vegas chuckled, softly letting his hand fall gently on Pete’s chest to check the bruising at his neck. It was fainter than before. He was glad that between the balm and the medication that it wasn’t lingering. It wasn’t common for Pete to be wearing turtlenecks and it was still a bit hot during the day. Fall hadn’t set in just yet. 

Pete’s breath caught. His heart felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. Vegas’ touch was light and careful. He hated that the touch was due to the bruising from his father trying to strangle him. The memory flashing through his mind killed the warmth blooming at their closeness. To his surprise immediately Vegas’ hand retracted. 

“We can put some more of the balm that the doctor gave us when you get out of the shower.” Vegas stated with a gentle smile.  “And get something to eat in your stomach. I checked the fridge a few minutes ago and your dinner was still in there.” 

“I just got lost in my paper. Then Prosche called me again to interrogate me about us and I was just too tired to do anything but sleep.” Pete responded, feeling a bit guilty but on the other hand he had to get the paper done. He lowered his gaze to his hands that were now fidgeting with the blanket. 

“You shouldn’t be skipping meals when you’re not well.” Vegas in a firm tone that had Pete meeting his gaze again. “And if he’s still struggling, point him towards me. I can handle it.”

“ Oh no you don’t. I can handle my best friend and for your information I’m fine.” Pete licked his lips trying to think of anything else to say to try to reassure Vegas. 

“Of course you are, but one should never be so stingy they can’t accept help.” Vegas’ expression shifted into a more familiar one. It was like there was times that Pete was sure that Vegas felt more than just being a helpful friend. Like right now, Vegas’ eyes had dropped to his lips before slowly meeting his gaze again. “Such as a very refreshing bath. There’s a rather nicely sized shower in that bathroom.” His head tilting towards the bathroom door. 

“Uh, no thank you and why would you want to take another bath? You obviously already had one.” Pete reached up to tug a strand of Vegas’ hair. 

“Who said anything about me bathing? It’d be about you.” Vegas responded without hesitation. 

Pete lowered his hand and he swallowed hard. His cheeks were heating up. He suddenly tossed the sheets back so that he could slip from the bed. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

“Have I ever broken one with you, Pete?” Vegas asked,standing up to his full height. He enjoyed this side of Pete - defiant but also dash clueless in just how much of himself he was revealing to him. He’d be an idiot to not see the signs that Pete had liked him before he’d made this arrangement. Pete desired him but wasn’t ready to reach for him. Vegas knew one thing and that was that he’d be right there for his touch when he was. 

“Lunch will be ready when you get out.” At that Vegas sauntered out feeling those dark eyes trailing after him. If he heard a damn it coming from behind the closed bedroom door, he didn’t bury it. Vegas grinned as he went to cook them something to eat.

/// If Pete was completely honest with himself, and he didn’t want to be, he’d tell Vegas he was right. A shower had been needed. Not because of him being unhygienic, but that he did feel refreshed for the day. Pete had checked his bruises. The memory of Vegas’ fingertips tracing the bruise had him flushing again. So he’d stopped. Since he wasn’t going to see Porsche today then he could dress as casual as possible 

Which of course meant that he was in an oversized t-shirt and his favorite gray sweats that might be a bit thread barren.  He tossed the towel into a basket for his hair before he headed to the kitchen. A familiar sight greeted him with Vegas at the stove. The man loved to cook despite his passion for law. 

“Isn’t that going to burn?” Pete asked as he slid onto the bar stool and leaned forward watch the man cook. His gaze locked on the skillet with the lid on and he could see that there was a grilled cheese sandwich in the pan. His stomach growled. The smell of chicken, peppers, and cheese was thick in the air. 

“It’s on low heat. The key is to let the cheese melt before browning. No touching.” Vegas answered, stepping close to give Pete some of the green pepper sticks. “Guess the bath wasn’t a bad idea.”

“Nope. A great self care idea.” Pete took a bite of the pepper. He chuckled as Vegas gave him a playful glare. 

“Yes, rub it in my face I couldn’t join you while I make you lunch. Rude.” Vegas teased as he moved back to the stove. 

Pete stilled as his heart skipped a beat. There it was again. Usually the flirting faded but it seemed like Vegas wasn’t going to stop. How was he supposed to make it if Vegas kept this up? “You know it’s just us. You don’t have to flirt with me, P’Vegas?”

“I flirt with who I want, Pete.” Vegas answered. He’d made the engineer his sandwich first so he slid it onto the plate and walked back over to him. “And besides, who’s the one that told his friends that he was living with me? If you didn’t like flirting a little bit then why’d you make it so you’d have to be here?”

“I…you know…I…it’s not like the room was being used.” Pete sputtered, not wanting to bend. He did have a bit of pride. His cheeks became heated and he was sure he looked like a tomato. “And you took liberties without consulting me.” 

“I am not judging you, Pete. I want you here. So it’s not like you are bothering me or being a burden.” Vegas made sure to point out, because it was the truth. He did want him in his home, looking soft and comfortable. “Don’t give me that look. It’s true and you living here doesn’t have to be about our current dating situation. You can just live here. It’s not like every expense wasn’t already paid by my uncle or myself. You could focus on your school work and-”

“No, I can’t do that.” Pete swallowed. A month was one thing but just staying because he wanted to be here wasn’t. It would blur the lines even more for his poor heart. 

“Why? Because it would be..” Vegas trailed off as he took his serrated chef’s knives to cut the grilled cheese in half before sliding it over to Pete. “...what you actually need instead of being exhausted and overworked? There’s more to life than self induced misery, Pete.” He reached over to steal a bite of melted cheese that’d oozed out. “You didn’t ask for your father, but you can ask for what you want from me.” 

Before Pete could deflect, Vegas smiled at him while bending down to grab the glass from the shelf on the island then went to the fridge to grab Pete one of his sodas. Unable to find the words he just simply dug into his lunch.