#i almost said chill but..... not in this context

[keraawrites]

Too cute

Summary: Armin wasn't your usual type, but he was too cute to pass up. ۶ৎ Armin x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Kind of talk him through it, tongue piercing, unprotected sex, semi-public, oral (Male receiving), missionary, slight choking, soft boy Armin

Word count — 6.3k (I just get carried away)

You giggled at whatever shit Connie was spewing—boy could talk for days, but he always had you weak with laughter. You hummed, soft and lazy, as Mikasa’s nails dragged gently against your scalp, fingers slipping between your braids while your head rested comfortably in her lap.

“Connie, you need to lay off the weed, man. What is Eren feeding you?”

“Oh, piss off with that shit. My weed is way better than that dickhead’s,” he shot back.

Eren smacked the back of his buzzed head just as he passed you his blunt, the two of them bickering like always. You giggled again, more out of habit than anything, and sat up with a stretch, tugging at your little mini skirt that refused to stay put.

Mikasa had just turned 18 yesterday, and true to her chill ass nature, she kept her party small—just her closest circle. Backyard lights strung up like a soft halo above everyone, music low, vibe mellow.

The beat changed to something slower, R&B humming through the speakers, and you grabbed a paper plate off the patio table, fixing yourself some chips and dip before flopping down into a lawn chair.

You squinted your eyes as you caught a glimpse of him. Standing by the sliding glass door, half in the shadows, blonde, baby-faced, too pretty for his own good. He looked fresh-pressed in a soft blue hoodie and jeans, sipping a Sprite like he was scared the can would explode.

Armin. Eren’s little genius friend.

You knew of him, of course. You’d seen him in the halls, always head down in a book or trailing behind Eren. Heard he was crazy smart, polite as hell. Not your usual type—not loud, not bold, not a clown like Connie—but something about that shy, always-looking-but-never-speaking energy had your curiosity piqued.

You popped a chip into your mouth, chewing slow, eyes still locked on him. He looked your way and immediately looked away, ears turning hella red. That made you grin.

You pulled at the short-haired brunette as she walked by you, "Hey Mika. That's you and Eren's friend, right? Armin?"

She hummed as she waved at him, the blonde sent a small wave back at the birthday girl before he accepted another drink from Eren.

"Yeah, we grew up together, but he was always closer to Eren."

You continued to watch the blonde, the way he conversed with the taller brunette. He looked almost calm, conveying what he was like at school.

"He cute."

Mikasa blinked at you, confused for a second like she didn’t register what you said. But then her mouth curled into a knowing little chuckle.

“You serious?”

You shrugged, pretending it was nothing. “He got that awkward pretty boy thing goin’ for him. Look like he smell good.”

“He does, actually,” Mikasa said through a laugh. “Real clean. I think he uses lavender lotion.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, biting another chip. “I like that.”

You could feel Mikasa’s stare, but you didn’t bother to look. You already knew she was smirking.

“Don’t mess with him too hard,” she warned playfully. “He’s soft.”

“I’ll be gentle,” you teased.

Some time had passed since you noticed the blonde; he was still entertaining Eren —well, trying to entertain Eren as he nursed whatever was in that cup.

You got tired of waiting, you didn’t overthink it. Just stood up, let your skirt ride as it pleased, and strolled across the yard until you stood before him.

"Eren, you gonna introduce me to your friend?"

Eren blinked, mid-sip, before a grin stretched across his face.

“Oh shit. That’s right. Armin, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Armin. Be nice.”

You cocked a brow. “I’m always nice.”

Armin chuckled under his breath, then immediately looked like he regretted it. He cleared his throat, standing a little straighter.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Nice to meet you… properly.”

You tilted your head. “Yeah. I’ve seen you around.”

“I—I know. You’re usually with Sasha and Mikasa.”

“Mmhmm. And you’re usually hiding behind Eren’s loud ass.”

He smiled, embarrassed but not offended. “Guilty.”

You reached over, plucked his cup right from his hand, and took a slow sip—eyes locked on his the whole time. “This just juice?”

He nodded, clearly flustered. “Y-Yeah. I don’t drink much.”

You stepped just a little closer, your fingers lightly brushing his as you gave back the cup. “You know,” you murmured, voice low, “you don’t gotta stand over here all night.”

Armin glanced toward Eren like he was looking for backup. Eren just smirked into his drink and raised his brows.

You tilted your head, eyes soft but playful. “Come sit with me.”

Armin swallowed. “O-Okay.”

You led the way back to your seat, feeling his steps behind you, hearing the quiet thud of his shoes on the grass. You flopped back into the lawn chair, patting the empty one next to you.

“So, Armin,” you drawled, propping your elbow on the armrest, “what’s a sweet boy like you doing hangin’ with Eren’s crazy ass?”

The blonde chuckled as he looked over at his friends, "We've known each other since we were kids."

You hummed as you poped another chip in your mouth. Your eyes focused back on him but you noticed that his eyes lingered on your lips as you continued to snack on your chips.

"You want one?"

Armin blinked, slightly taken back by your question, he was slighty startled, like you'd caught him red-handed staring. “O-Oh! Uh—sure.”

His fingers brushed yours as he reached into the bag, carefully taking just one chip like you’d handed him something precious. He popped it into his mouth and chewed shyly, eyes flicking away like he didn’t know where to look.

"You don't have to be shy around me, I don't bite."

His cheeks flushed pink as he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing softly. “Sorry.”

“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head. “Don’t apologise.”

The blonde smiled soflty at you, he couldn't lie. You were the prettiest girl in school and he had seen you around more times than he can count.

You weren't head cheerleader or president but you had your own aura that made you popular. Even before you started hanging out with Mikasa and the others.

Armin couldn't help but look over your choice of clothing for the night. He belived girls called those skirts tutu skirts. It looked really good on you, the white looked angelic across your rich brown skin and if he remembered correctly underneath the hoodie you stole from Connie you were wearing a black off the shoulder top.

You were a vision, and you were talking to him. Why? He didn't understand, but he didn't care.

“So…” you leaned in slightly, resting your chin on your hand, “Are you always this quiet, or is it just ‘cause you’re sitting next to me?”

Armin let out a shaky little laugh, scratching at the back of his neck. “I, um… I guess I’m just not great at talking to… people like you.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “People like me?”

His eyes widened slightly, and you could see the internal alarm bells going off. “N-No! Not like—that sounded bad, I didn’t mean it like—”

You reached out and gave his knee a light tap, laughing softly. “Relax, Minnie. I’m messin’ with you.”

Minnie? Huh.

The blonde exhaled, slouching just a little as he ran a hand through his soft blonde hair. “Right… yeah. Okay.”

The music kept playing in the background, mellow beats and soft vocals wrapping around the backyard like a blanket. You both sat in a little bubble of calm, Eren and Connie’s voices still arguing off near the grill, Mikasa swaying slightly to the music by the table.

You leaned back in your chair, gazing at Armin out the corner of your eye. “So, tell me, genius boy,” you teased lightly, “what do you even do for fun when you’re not glued to a book or Eren’s hip?”

Armin gave a small, shy smile. “I like reading… learning new things, I guess. I help out at the library sometimes.”

You smiled, loving the way the blush on his cheeks grew. Tilting your head, you watched as he began to fiddle with the string on his hoodie, a sign that he was becoming more nervous by the second.

You leaned in just a little closer, voice dropping lower. “Y’know… you’re kinda cute when you get all flustered like that.”

Armin nearly choked on his drink, coughing softly as his eyes shot wide. “O-Oh—thank you! I mean—you too! Your really pretty."

"You think I'm pretty?"

His eyes widened as he continued to stutter, you decided to lay off the blonde for now.

"Okay, Minnie, I'll lay off." You giggled as you sat in the glow of the string lights, watching him as he slowly gathered the nerve to meet your gaze again. His eyes were warm, a little nervous, but definitely intrigued.

“Hey, Armin,” you murmured, leaning forward just enough to brush your knee against his. “We should hang out sometime. Just us.”

His jaw practically dropped. “R-Really?”

You gave him a wink. “Really.”

Armin’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times before he finally managed, “Y-Yeah. Yeah! I’d… I’d like that.”

You smiled, standing slowly and smoothing down your skirt, feeling his eyes follow your every move. “Good. You’ve got my number, right?”

He nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. “I—I can get it from Eren.”

“Perfect.” You flashed him one last grin before turning, your hips swaying as you walked away.

Armin stayed frozen in his chair, cheeks flushed, heart racing, Sprite can trembling slightly in his hand.

The days at school were different for the blonde. You had become what seemed to be a permenant fixture in his life since the party two weeks ago. Where he was there you were.

In the cafeteria, you sat across from him, popping fries in your mouth and giggling at whatever dumbass joke Connie cracked. In class, you’d swing by his desk to tap his shoulder, flashing him that signature grin before sauntering off like you hadn’t just sent his heartbeat into overdrive. Between periods, you were posted up at his locker, leaning back with that casual confidence, waiting on him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

People had started noticing to, the whispers in the halls between classes were loud, people wondering when and how someone like Armin ever became on your radar.

But he was used to it, he's been Eren's best friend since before they could walk and people always wondered how they were still close.

Armin had been sitting in the library trying to finish off an essay he wanted to hand in early but he kept getting bombarded by texts.

Minnie?

Where are you?

Sorry, I'm just finishing off an essay.

This was also a new thing, you’d constantly message or call him, he wasn’t complaining. Not at all, Armin loved the fact that you always messaged him first, loved how you’d always ask him what he was up to when you weren’t with him.

Armin watched as the bubbles popped up on the screen but then left. His brows furrowed not understanding the knot that quickly formed in his stomach as your text didn't come right away.

He tried to concentrate, put his focus back on his essay, but it all but failed. He knawed at his lip, foot tapping out of anxiety as his eyes continuously darted towards his phone waiting for a text.

“Minnie.”

His head snapped up.

There you were, leaning over his table, eyes sparkling beneath the library’s dull lights. You set your hands on the back of the chair across from him, tilting your head.

“We just got that essay today,” you said, lips curling into a half-smile. “Why’re you stressing?”

“I… I just wanted to get ahead,” he mumbled, already feeling heat creep up his neck. “I didn’t wanna fall behind.”

You pulled the chair out and dropped into it with a dramatic sigh, kicking your feet up on the side of his chair. “Minnie, baby… you’ve been ahead since the second day of school. You’re allowed to chill sometimes, y’know.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, gaze dropping back to his paper. “I just don’t wanna disappoint anyone.”

That made you pause.

“Disappoint who, exactly?” you asked, voice soft but a little sharp.

“…myself, I guess.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push. Instead, you leaned forward, chin resting on your folded arms, watching him with that playful glint.

"Come on, I'm hungry, and then you're taking me home."

Armin blinked. “W-Wait, what?”

You sat up, already pulling your phone out and standing like the conversation was done. “You heard me. I’m not walking in this heat.

He fumbled to close his laptop and shove it into his bag, his heart hammering. “You didn’t even ask—”

“You would’ve said yes anyway,” you cut in with a grin, already walking backward toward the door. “Besides, you owe me for showing up to find you buried in that essay like a grandpa.”

“I—that’s not—” he started, but the way you raised an eyebrow had him shutting right up and trailing after you like a puppy.

The hallway was quiet as you stepped out of the library. You fell into stride beside him, close enough that your arm brushed his every couple steps.

"Oh, hush, you know I'm just messin'" the blonde bit his lip softly, the air between you two was quiet but not awkward as you walked out to his car.

You raised your brows softly as he opened the passenger door for you.

He’d barely made it to the driver’s side when two familiar shapes came into view.

“Yo, we looked for you in the library but—” Connie grinned as he spotted you in the passenger seat, eyes gleaming. “Damn, Min. Got plans, huh?”

You waved from inside the car, all teeth. Connie elbowed Eren who didn’t even try to hide his smug look.

“Didn’t mean to cockblock, bro,” Eren teased.

Armin’s face flushed. “It’s not even—”

“Go home, Eren,” you interrupted, waving again, voice sweet but dismissive. “We’ll see you Monday.”

The guys exchanged a laugh and dapped Armin up before disappearing back down the lot. He sighed, sliding into the driver’s seat as you giggled next to him.

You fiddled with his music, gasping softly when one of your songs came on as you sang to it softly. Armin couldn't help but glance at you as he continued to drive.

"Minnie?"

His eyes snapped forward. “Y–Yeah?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

He blinked. “Um… I was gonna study.”

You shook your head immediately. “Nope. Come over. I’m having a cookout and I want you to come.”

Armin glanced at you again, startled. “You want me to come?”

You gave him a look. “Of course. You don’t want to?”

“No—no! I do! I mean… yeah. I’ll come.”

“Good,” you said, settling back into your seat, pleased. “Don’t let me down, Minnie.”

He grinned to himself, hands tight on the wheel as he fought the smile tugging at his lips.

You didn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride, just let the music play and your fingers tap against your thigh in time with the beat.

Armin didn't get why this was happening to him but he sure as hell weren't gonna question it. He''d choose you over studying any time.

Armin had fixed his shirt a dozen times, ran his fingers through his hair so much-- he knew that shit was messy now.

But his nerves were eating at him; he had been parked outside your house for a couple minutes now. There was no way he was turning around, he was finally going to see you in your element, hang out just you two (well if you count your family.)

Armin could already hear the music from outside the house, the screams of children and what seemed like the shouts from adults.

It was fine, he could do this.

He didn't know if he should knock or send you a text, the music was so loud he doubt you'd hear either but that didn't matter because the door had flew open.

"I was starting to think you got lost." You grinned as the sun beat down on you, your skin glowing under the light, his eyes trailed down to the blue cami top you were wearing. He swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes lingered for a while on your cleavage before they trailed down to the shorts that hugged your hips.

"Well, you gonna come in or what?"

"Huh-- yeah sorry." Armin walked up the rest of your driveway before meeting you at the door with a plate of brownies in his hand, his mum insited that he shouldn't show up empty handed and he knew better than to bring her potato salad.

"I-I brought you something." He blurted, holding the plate up like a peace offering. You blinked at you looked at the plate in his hands, wasn't he cute?

"Come, let me introducuce you."

The house was loud, full of noise, music was pumping through the speakers, people were singing, shouting. Kids ran past, the smell of cookng wafted his nose as you conitnued to pull him through the house.

He could feel the stares of some of your relatives, he tried to ignore them as he kept up with your pace until you stopped in front of some older women.

"Hey ma, aunties, this is my friend Armin."

Your mother raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Friend?” she echoed.

Your aunt with the butterfly locs looked him up and down, then smiled. “Well, ain’t he just precious.”

“Hi,” Armin mumbled, smile nervous, cheeks warm. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

He held the brownie plate out like a sacrificial lamb.

Your mom took it, giving him a soft nod. “Thank you, baby. You hungry?”

“Y-Yeah, I mean—I could eat.”

“Good,” she said with finality, turning back toward the kitchen. “Go fix him a plate, girl. Don’t be rude.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin, grabbing Armin’s wrist. “Come on, Minnie.”

He offered one last bashful, “It’s nice meeting you all,” before you dragged him away.

You dragged him back outside, where the grill smoked in the far corner of the yard. Folding chairs were spread everywhere, music louder now. Your uncle was working the grill with a big-ass fan propped next to him and a beer in hand, muttering to himself. A card game was going strong under a pop-up tent, your cousin talking shit as he slammed down a winning hand.

Armin had never been in an environment like this, but it didn’t feel bad. It felt warm. Loud and overwhelming, but warm.

And you—you were glowing in it.

Every time you threw your head back laughing, every side hug, every shout —it made something stir deep in Armin’s chest.

You fixed his plate, teasing him for not knowing what anything was called. “That’s mac and cheese, not just ‘pasta,’ Minnie. Be serious.” You sat close next to him on the porch steps while he ate, sipping on your drink and occasionally stealing a bite from his plate with your fingers.

“So you’re Armin?” a voice said from in front of him.

Armin looked up mid-chew and almost swallowed wrong again. A small crowd had formed—three girls around your age, all staring him down like he was on trial.

“These my cousins,” you said with a lazy wave, smirking. “They know Connie and Eren. ‘Cause they’re weedheads.”

“Oh please,” the tallest one snorted. “You the one always posted up with them damn stoners. What you doing with this weirdo Armin? You don’t got no other girls at school?”

You rolled your eyes and tossed a balled-up napkin at her, hitting her square in the shoulder. She shrieked dramatically, and the others burst into laughter, crowding around the two of you on the steps.

Armin sat quietly, trying not to shrink into himself, but they didn’t seem to mind him too much after the jokes were out. One of your cousins even stole a wing off his plate and winked at him.

You just laughed and shook your head, but Armin caught the way your eyes stayed on him a little longer than necessary.

As the afternoon melted into golden-hour, more drinks passed hands, the speakers switched from oldies to newer R&B, and the yard started thinning out as folks went inside to cool down. You were tipsy now—not sloppy, just loose and a little more touchy.

Your hand found his thigh again. His name rolled off your tongue softer. Sweeter.

“You good, Minnie?” you asked at one point, low, close to his ear. “You’ve been quiet.”

Armin nodded quickly, face red but eyes locked on your lips, "Yeah, I'm good, thanks for inviting me. It means a lot."

You bit your lip softly as you watched him, the small pink hue on his cheeks had gotten darker as his eyes shifted from you to anything else.

The minute the last of your uncles disappeared inside, you stood, brushing imaginary dirt from your thighs and finishing your drink.

“I’m hot,” you said, loud enough for just him to hear. “Come upstairs with me?”

Armin blinked. “Wait, r-right now?”

You turned and shot him a lazy grin, that kind of half-lidded look that made his stomach knot.

“Why not?” you said. “I wanna change. Cool down. You coming or what?”

He scrambled to stand, heart pounding so loud in his chest it practically drowned out the music.

You led him through the house again, your bedroom was at the top of the stairs, third door on the right.

The room was warm and softly scented, with walls covered in photos, Polaroids, and posters. There was lip gloss and hair stuff on your dresser, a half-open closet full of summer fits, a record player in the corner that hadn’t been used in a minute.

Your hands stretched over your head as you pulled the hairband out of your hair, your braids falling down to your mid-back. You stopped in the middle of your room, turning to face the blonde who continued to watch you.

"You gonna come in or what?" Armin stubbled over his own feet as he walked futher into your room, closing the door behind him.

You kicked off your slides and padded over to your dresser, pulling open the top drawer and fishing for something—Armin couldn’t tell what. He tried not to stare at the curve of your ass, the way your shorts rode up, the smooth line of your back.

"So, how'd you find your first black cookout?"

"How'd you know it's my first?" You turned to face him, brows raised a little as you watched the small smile on his lips.

"Boy…"

"Come on, you know i'm joking. Haven't had mac and cheese that good in my life."

You laughed, that warm little chuckle you did when something genuinely amused you. “You talkin’ about my mama’s mac like it ain’t legendary.”

Armin laughed too, a little looser now, and moved toward the bed like he’d finally relaxed into your orbit. He sat down near the edge, careful not to mess up your throw blanket.

“You know,” he said, watching you from the bed, “I was kinda scared coming here. Thought your family was gonna hate me or think I was weird.”

You leaned against the dresser, arms folded under your chest, smirking. "Why cause you white?"

Armin choked on his spit, "Wh-what no!"

You giggled as you stepped over to him, your hands resting on his shoulders as you stood between his legs. "I'm joking, Minnie, my family seem to like you almost as much as I do."

The blonde froze as he looked up at him, his heart beating against the cage in his chest as the words rang through his head.

"Y--you like me?"

Your head tilted slightly as a smile painted your lips. Your body leaned in closer to him, "You don't believe me?"

Armin couldn't say anything else, he could feel your breath on his lips, his hands clucthing the sheets on your bed as your lips caught his.

It wasn't like Armin hadn't kissed a girl before, he had but fuck. Kissing you was different.

As his brain finally caught up to what was happening, he started to kiss you back softly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Armin's hand moved on his own as his fingers clucthed against your waist. Your tongue slid into his mouth, moaning softly at the warmth of him but the blonde pulled back a little, surprise etched onto his face.

"Wh-what was--"

You giggled as you began to straddle his lap, swiping your tongue over your lips, causing Armin to catch the glimpse of the little silver ball.

"Did I forget to tell you I had a tongue piercing?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I think you did." The blonde couldn't help but stare as you stuck your tongue out, giving him a better view.

"It felt a little weird but I guess it's cause I was suprised."

You hummed softly, leaning in as your ran your tongue over the shell of his ear before taking it between your teeth causing the boy to shudder.

"It'll feel good on other places as well."

You didn't give him a chance to respond before your tongue invaded his mouth again. Your tongue slid against his again, and he let out a quiet whimper into your mouth, hands finally landing on your hips as you guided him. Rocked your hips once, slow and deliberate, letting him feel the heat between your thighs.

Your hands were all over him now—his shoulders, his hair, the soft line of his jaw—and Armin was unraveling with every pass of your mouth against his.

“You okay, baby?” you whispered, brushing your nose against his, voice almost teasing.

He nodded, too fast. “Y-Yeah. I just… you’re—fuck.”

You giggled as you kissed down his neck next, taking your time, your tongue flicking out over sensitive skin as your hips rolled again, just a little harder. Armin whimpered, the sound desperate and sweet.

Your hand slid up the front of his shirt, warm palms against his chest, fingertips brushing over skin.

“Can I take this off?” you asked, already tugging at the hem.

He nodded again. “Yeah—please.”

You pulled his shirt over his head, slow and sensual, and leaned in again, kissing his collarbone as your hands slid down his sides.

“You’re so sensitive, Minnie,” you whispered against his skin. “You like when I touch you?”

“Y-Yeah,” he whispered, trembling now under your mouth. “Feels so good.”

You grinned against his skin and kept going, kissing lower, letting your tongue trace little patterns down the middle of his chest. Armin’s hands clutched the edge of the bed like he was hanging on for dear life.

You shuffled completely off the bed, you kneeled between his legs as you started kissing down his stomach, your fingers already slipping under the waistband of his jeans, he let out a broken, breathy moan that made you pause—just to look up at him.

Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, hair messy from your fingers, chest rising and falling fast.

Your fingers curled around the waistband of his jeans, eyes locked on his as you popped the button open.

Armin’s breath hitched.

“You okay?” you asked, voice soft but laced with heat. You were already leaning down, mouth brushing the faint trail of hair leading beneath his boxers.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, voice barely a whisper as his head lifted slightly to watch you. “Just… nervous.”

You smiled, pressed a kiss just above his waistband. “Don’t be. Just relax, Minnie. I’ll take care of you.”

He whimpered when you tugged both his jeans and boxers down in one slow, fluid motion, his cock sprang free, flushed pink and already leaking.

You let out a little breath through your nose, pleased. “Damn… you’re bigger than I expected.”

Armin flushed to his ears, eyes wide like he didn’t know what to do with that information.

“You ever had someone do this for you before?” you asked, already stroking him, slow and teasing.

He nodded, cheeks burning. “Once. Kinda… quick though.”

“Mmm.” You leaned in, letting your lips ghost over his tip without touching.

Armin didn't even have a minute before you sucked him in—slow, deliberate, tongue circling the head as you eased him deeper into your mouth inch by inch. Armin’s hips jerked, the softest moan slipping from his lips as his head dropped back against the sheets with a soft thud.

“Fuck—oh my God,” he gasped, voice cracking.

Your tongue traced the underside of his shaft as you bobbed your head, wet and messy, letting spit drip down to your hand as you stroked the base. The silver ball of your piercing dragged along his sensitive spots, and every time it did, he twitched and whimpered like he couldn’t take it.

You pulled off for a second, letting your hand take over as you looked up at him with a smirk. His eyes were glazed, lips parted, chest rising and falling fast.

“You like that, baby?” you purred, thumbing his tip and watching him twitch.

He nodded fast, almost delirious. “Feels so good—fuck, your mouth—”

You giggled and leaned in again, licking a fat stripe up his shaft before wrapping your lips back around him, sucking harder this time. He was a mess now—muttering your name, hips jerking slightly despite trying to hold still, his hand drifting toward your hair before pulling back like he wasn’t sure he was allowed.

You paused just long enough to grab his hand and place it on your head.

“You can touch,” you said, voice wrecked and wet. “Just be gentle.”

Armin whimpered as you went back down on him, his fingers trembling in your braids. You picked up the pace, spit running down your chin now as you fucked him with your mouth, moaning softly just to feel the way he reacted. The vibration made him sob—a soft, high-pitched sound he tried to bite back, but you caught it.

“Lemme hear you,” you said between strokes, panting against his slick cock. “Don’t hold it in, Minnie. Wanna hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.”

"You're family—“

"Can't hear you, baby, please. Make a sound for me."

The whimper went straight to your core as you continued to work him over.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered, barely hanging on. “I’m not—I don’t think I can last long.”

You pulled back, spit connecting your lips to his tip as you gave him a slow stroke. “Then don’t.”

Armin’s hips bucked at that, his thighs trembling.

“You want me to swallow?” you asked, licking a stripe up the side of his cock before taking him into your mouth again. “Wanna come down my throat, Minnie?”

He whined your name, voice all shaky and high like he was on the verge of tears. “Please—please, I’m gonna—!”

You moaned around him, taking him deeper as he came, back arching, mouth dropping open in a silent cry. You didn’t stop—just kept sucking him through it, feeling every twitch of his cock, swallowing every drop while his hand gripped your hair like his life depended on it.

When you finally pulled off with a wet pop, he looked wrecked. Hair all messy, lips bitten red, chest flushed and heaving. He blinked down at you like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

You smiled, wiping the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Take your time,” you said as you peeled off your tank top, then reached behind you to undo your bra.

Armin looked like he was dying. Hands limp beside him, lips parted in awe as his eyes locked onto your chest.

Then came the shorts—you hooked your fingers in the waistband and shimmied them down, revealing lacy black panties that were already a little damp.

You grabbed him by the hand, pulling him up gently. The blonde was a little rocky on his feet, his breathing uneven as his drunken gaze met yours.

You pulled him down to kiss you again, moaning softly as he bit your bottom lip. You switched places with the blonde, your back meeting the bed as you pulled him down with you.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Want you to take control, Minnie, I'll ride you later but wanna feel you like this first."

Armin nodded, eyes wide, face flushed and uncertain. His fingers gripped the sheets beside your head like he wasn’t sure where to touch.

“I’ve… I mean, I’ve done this before, just—” he paused, looking down at you, all nerves and hesitation. “Not like this.”

Your hand reached up, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll help you.”

He swallowed hard, nodding again as his hand flexed against your skin. You reached between you, wrapping your fingers around his cock—still flushed, hard, and twitching—and guided him to your entrance.

You were soaked, and he felt it.

“Go slow,” you whispered, watching his face. “Just push in.”

Armin gasped as he pressed into you, the tight heat of you making him shudder. His breath hitched in his throat, eyes fluttering shut as your walls wrapped around him.

“Oh—oh my god,” he whimpered. “You feel—fuck—”

“Look at me,” you murmured, tilting your chin up. “I want you to look at me while you fuck me.”

His eyes opened again, and you swore you saw something shift in them—still nervous, but darker now. Hungrier. You hooked your leg around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

“That’s it,” you breathed, voice heady. “All the way in. Just like that.”

He bottomed out with a soft, broken moan, his hands gripping your hips now like he needed something to anchor him.

You arched up slightly, brushing your nose against his. “Now move, Minnie. Slow and deep. You’re not gonna hurt me.”

He started thrusting, shallow at first, still careful—like he didn’t trust himself.

“More,” you whispered, your hands cupping the back of his neck. “You can give me more.”

His hips snapped forward harder that time, a sharp gasp escaping him as he felt the way you squeezed around him in response.

“Fuck—does that feel good?” he asked, voice shaking.

“So good,” you moaned, head tipping back into the pillow. “You’re filling me up so good, baby.”

Armin leaned over you, arms trembling slightly as he thrust again, and again—deeper this time, hips slapping into yours with wet, sinful sounds. He was still breathing hard, still flushed, but the hesitation was slipping away.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised, eyes locked on his. “Look at you. Fucking me so well. Just needed a little push, huh?”

His jaw clenched, muscles tightening like he was holding back everything—his moans, his rhythm, the way his hips wanted to move harder.

You cupped his cheek, voice softer now. “Don’t hold back. I want you, Armin. All of you.”

Something broke in him at that. He leaned down, lips crashing into yours, and his thrusts turned rougher—more sure. His weight settled over you, one arm braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep it hitched high around his waist.

He was fucking you now, properly. The slap of skin echoed off your walls, each thrust pushing you further up the bed, the friction hot and perfect and so full.

“F-Fuck, I—” he gasped, head buried against your neck, “I don’t think I’m gonna last—”

“Yes you will,” you whispered into his ear. “Breathe. Stay with me.” Your fingers trailed up his chest before they wrapped around his neck softly.

He moaned your name, broken and needy, hips stuttering as your walls fluttered around him. You clenched on purpose, just to hear the way he choked on a curse.

You moaned as he delivered another rough snap with his hip, you fingers dug softly into his neck as you pulled him down, his lips capturing yours as he continued to fuck you.

The sounds bounced of the walls of your room, the squelching of your walls, the soft moans between you two as you continued to kiss.

Armin pulled away from you lips as you gave his neck another squeeze.

"F--fuck." You knew he was close, he wasn't gonna last long.

Your hands slid down your stomach as they found your clit, rubbing yourself softly as his strokes became sloppier.

“Can I—fuck—can I come inside?” he begged, voice cracking.

You held his face in your hands, thumb brushing over his flushed cheek. “Yes, baby. Fill me up. I want you to.”

Armin groaned—loud, raw—and his whole body locked up as he buried himself deep and came with a soft, wrecked cry. You felt the warmth of it flood you, his hips twitching through it, you pinched your clit sofrly, a moan leaving your lips as you helped him through his high.

When he finally started to calm down, he pulled back just enough to look at you. He was flushed, glowing, eyes glassy like he was still floating in that afterglow haze.

“I—I didn’t mean to come that fast,” he said, voice small.

You kissed his nose, your smile sweet and a little smug. “That was hot as hell, Armin. Don’t apologise.”

He blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And besides…” You reached between you, rubbing slow circles over your still-throbbing clit. “I did say I’d ride you later, didn’t I?”

His eyes widened.

“You’re not done?” he asked, voice already breathless again.

You smirked, licking your lips as you rolled him onto his back and swung a leg over his hips.

“Not even close.”

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[spursthatjinglejanglejingle]

Jesus it's not even November yet, calm down

[wifeiy]

what if everyone was just nicer and more considerate when bringing up things that might upset me or make me uncomfortable or i have historically not wanted to talk about. and like what if you stopped and thought about how i would feel by focusing on everyone but me

[felixbit]

what friends do

pairing: felix x gn!reader w. 2.1k genre: fluff, a bit of angst and suggestive content summary: at some point a few months ago, felix kissed you for the first time. you didn't mean to catch feelings, but the lazy make-out sessions on his couch were melting your heart. warnings: swearing a/n: this is a fic i wrote on ao3 almost a year ago for @ppiri-bahng! i just wanted to post it on here. unlikely for a part 2 but enjoy :)

At some point a few months ago, Felix kissed you for the first time.

You'd been friends for years up to this point. You met him not long before his debut, so you're his day one. There was always something about the way you interacted with each other that felt so right, and it's why you became such close friends so fast. You spent all the time in the world together, and you'd spend every moment of every day with him, if you could. Felix had agreed with you once that you were soulmates. He was the best friend you'd ever had.

There was nearly nothing you didn't tell or do with Felix. He knew all of your secrets, little facts about you, every person in your life that was significant to you, and it was reciprocated on your end. You two knew each other like the back of your hand, and it felt as if nothing could ever separate you. There was nothing you wouldn't do for Felix, and there was nothing he wouldn't do for you.

So, when he asked if he could kiss you, you said yes.

"Hey."

Your eyes opened, previously closed as your head was slumped onto Felix's shoulder. The television in front of you had some romantic comedy movie on, but you weren't nearly awake enough to know what it was about. You moved your head off of the boy next to you and looked over at him, his chocolate eyes returning your gaze. "Yeah?"

"Would you kiss me?" Felix let his words out nonchalantly, which you struggled to tell if it was the byproduct of his exhaustion or if it was his attitude towards the question in general. His eyes never left yours, so you assumed there was some care behind it.

You shrugged. "Uhh, I don't see why not. Why, do you wanna kiss me or something?" The thought of kissing Felix hadn't really crossed your mind, aside from the few times you stared at his lips a little too long and wondered how soft they were. But really, you'd never thought that way of him.

"I might." Felix pursed his lips and stared at you, which you almost immediately picked up on what he was doing. The look in his eyes and his expression was one you'd seen a million times before, it what was Felix did when he wanted something. You'd usually see it in the context of him wanting some food or to go out, but the look never changed.

Your eyebrows furrowed a little bit, wondering his intentions. Felix never liked you in that way, at least that's what he claimed. "Is this just a totally platonic thing between friends? Why do you want me to kiss you?"

"I just.." Felix trailed off for a moment, tapping his finger on his leg, "I want to kiss you because I miss kissing. The few times I've done it, it was always so nice and fun.. and I thought you'd be chill with it. It's not a romantic thing for me. It's just something I've wanted to do for a while, but I get it if you don't want to."

"No, no.. I get it. If it's not changing anything between us, I don't really see why not. Kissing is fun."

Felix smiled and nodded softly. He let out a sigh of relief and put his arm around your shoulder. "Can I kiss you now?"

"Yeah."

That's where it started. The first time you put your hand on his chest and your lips collided, his hands finding their way to cupping your cheek and the back of your neck, pulling you in close. When you first found out that you were right, his lips were as soft as they seemed. An assortment of little pecks turns slower and into deeper, longer kisses that are more drawn out and intimate. You didn't expect him to kiss you for that long, but you didn't mind. He was a good kisser, which he occupied you with for three minutes the first time around.

Every time the two of you broke apart for little gasps of air, he'd give you these smiles that would break you. Something made kissing him so fun and easy, so addicting and great. The way your hand rose and fell as it stayed planted on his chest made your heart flutter a little. Fuck, wait. No, that's a little too much. A little weird.

Then, it kept happening.

You'd be sitting around in the dorm kitchen, cooking up a meal, and a pair of arms would surround your waist. You'd look down, seeing skinny arms covered in freckles, and smile. Felix needed kisses. You'd tell him to leave you be, that you had to pay attention to your food, but his little pecks on your neck and cheek got you hooked. You'd end up with food burning as you were pressed into the kitchen counter, giving slow, sloppy kisses to Felix for far too long. When he finally let you go, he'd apologize for burning your food and take you out to eat.

Then it was movie night again. Then it was in his room. Then your room.

Felix turned out to love kissing a lot more than you expected. Almost any time you were alone together turned into a lazy make out session. You'd learned the ins and outs of what he liked, how your mouths fit together just right, how eager he was to add tongue, or how he'd always smile into the kiss when you wrapped your arms around his waist or put your hand on his chest.

Every time you'd pull away from him, finally stopping, you'd often end up laying your head on his chest and your head felt fuzzy. Your brain hadn't felt like this before, which was utterly confusing. This was your best friend, but every time you made out with him, your stomach would pull flips and feel like you had butterflies. But, in your head, he was just a friend.

Was he?

You sat on Felix's bed, scrolling your Twitter feed and turning your brain off to the real world. The room was nice and just cold enough for you to be wearing one of Felix's sweaters, which was your favorite. He'd always let you borrow them when it was cold in the house, and they smelled like him. They smelled like home, always taking you to a safe space mentally and cooling your anxiety for a bit.

Peering past your phone, you tuned back in to hear angry phrases coming out of Felix as he sat at his desk. Watching Felix play games was funny, since he never seemed to improve much at them. He always got mad when he lost, and overjoyed when he won. It was obvious he was playing a losing game, and it would be over shortly. You watched on, picking up more about how the game worked, as he gave up and the game ended. He threw his arms up in exasperation, standing up from his desk.

"You okay?" You knew he wouldn't ever really be upset over a game, not in a true way. Though, you always liked to ask so he could vent his frustrations and feel better faster.

"Yeah, fuck, it's just-" Felix let out a long sigh, covering his face with his hands, "I hate playing this game. I always end up losing a bad game and I'm in a bad mood for a while. I don't even know why I play it."

"Awh, 'lix," You opened your arms, "Come here."

Felix walked over slowly to the bed, slumping his body into yours and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your heart tensed, a warm feeling shooting through your body as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close. He let out soft murmurs, speaking angrily under his breath in an unintelligible way that you couldn't make out what he was saying.

You rubbed his back softly in silence until he finally sat up on his own, looking at you. You met his eyes, entranced in his beauty for a few moments before you looked at his expression. Your eyebrows furrowed. "Felix.."

"Please?"

Fuck. Felix's smooth, deep voice always won you over. As soon as he pleaded with you, you folded for him. Your mouth pursed as you tried to fight off a smile, looking away as you took a deep sigh. "Okay, fine."

Felix smiled giddily and let out a small noise of excitement, which hit you in the gut again. You leaned back against the wall behind you, legs dangling over the short side of the bed as Felix climbed onto your lap. You reached up and brushed a bit of hair out of his face, which he smiled at. Your heart wasn't dealing well with this. Before you could keep thinking, he pressed his lips against yours and you were taken into a mind-numbing state of bliss.

Your arms stayed firmly wrapped around his waist to keep him secure as his hands stayed planted on your neck and cheek. Your kisses were always perfectly slow and tender, Felix never liking to rush through it. The way his lips dragged almost lazily over yours drove you crazy, but you took it at his pace, as much as you'd like to go faster.

At least he was a crazy good kisser. You could never get bored of kissing him, even if you had to spend an hour doing it. You just might, as your longest kissing session went for half an hour with only two small breaks in it. Making out with Felix could take up all your time, and you'd be okay with it. As much as you hated how much you liked kissing him, it was true.

So when he finally pulled away from you a few minutes later, you felt a tensing in your gut. Your lips formed a thin line as you looked down at the bed, unable to contain how you were feeling. Every time you kissed, your feelings for him got progressively worse. You'd reached a breaking point.

"You alright?"

Your chest got a strike of pain through it. The innocence and caring in Felix's deep voice could've shattered you in that moment. You were a house of cards spilled all over the floor. You wanted so badly to tell him a lie, tell him everything was normal and fine, but you knew deep down it wasn't true. You loved him.

"No." Your voice shook, tears forming in your eyes. It was too much to handle.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here. What's wrong?" Felix stroked your hair softly, leaning down to try to see your face.

You pressed your face directly into his chest, a place that had grown to be your comfort spot. His scent filled you with that soothing feeling, but your stomach turned again and you knew it meant something different now than it did before. A tear slid down your cheek. "I can't do this anymore, Felix. It's too much for me."

"Too much for you? Am I making you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Felix wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"No, it's not that at all," Your voice broke, trying not to sob, "I think.. somewhere in this whole kissing thing.. I caught feelings for you. I haven't been able to tell you because I didn't want to make it weird, but it was making me feel so guilty.. and I was liking this too much for my own good. I get it if you don't want to hang out with me anymore, Felix. I'm sorry."

Felix froze for a little bit. He continued to hold you and stroke your hair, but he was silent for long enough to make you worry. Your heart ached as you realized that this might be the end of your relationship with him.

"I think I did, too."

"What?" You pulled back suddenly from his chest, meeting his eyes.

Felix's brows furrowed as he nodded. "I wasn't lying when I wanted to kiss you because I missed kissing.. but I think I did it partly because I wanted to kiss you specifically, and I thought I'd fuck things up between us if I tried to make it more than friends."

"Oh, Felix.." You broke into a smile, a few tears still rolling down your face, "You should've told me."

"I know.. I just couldn't get myself to do it. You were in my head all the time, driving me crazy. I knew it wasn't what friends do, but it was the only way I could still be normal friends with you without going mad."

"So, does that mean we can kiss.. like, not just as friends?"

"Yeah."

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕰YES ON THEM

Manon Bannerman x fem!reader

summary: a compilation of bannern/n moments eyekons have turned into a video, katseye’s two visuals as a power couple? who can keep their eyes off them?

warnings: none, just fluffy moments

pt.2, pt.3

HYBE PLEASE NEVER PR TRAIN MANON (KATZ CRACK)

*Loud technical difficulty transition* On Manon and Daniela’s Weverse livestream in their bedroom, Daniela was doing dance moves in the background of the video while Manon read the comments and chatted with fans in the front

Manon was the worst at PR training. The woman had lips looser than an unbuckled belt. She was much more tame when they were surrounded by crew members, but when it’s just her and her phone on Weverse, you can expect a lot of slips.

Especially when she’s paired alone with Daniela.

“‘Where are the others?’” Manon read aloud, looking back at Daniela, who was finally settling to sit behind her roommate. “What, you sick of us already?”

Daniela swatted her arm at the tone she used, as if a silent warning as to be careful what people could take out of context. She toyed with her hood, listing what the girls were occupied with. “Well, Sophia’s on a zoom call downstairs with her family. I think Yoonchae went to bed… Lara and Megan went out to get something at the convenience store and Y/N is probably online shopping or something in her room.”

“Yeah, she better be getting me my Christmas gift.”

“Didn’t she already give you like three ‘pre-game’ gifts?” Daniela turned to the camera, “Oh my God, Y/N does this thing where she gets Manon a million things for the week leading up to Christmas. She only does it for Manon and I always feel like choking her out ‘cuz she’s spoiling her rotten.”

Manon rolled her eyes, “They’re gonna know we’re—!”

Daniela widened her eyes, shooting Manon a knowing glare before the older pursed her lips together. The both of them went silent for a moment, scared to look at the influx of questions and comments they were getting for the sudden cutoff, curious to know what the end of Manon’s sentence was.

user01 WE WHAT MANON WE WHAT

user02 Manon almost exposed their relationship

user03 is this what getting edged feels like

user04 WE BEEN KNEW GIRL COME ON OUT

user05 Y/N knows how to spoil her girl

“Anyway,” Daniela said, ignoring the nosh comments. “Yeah, we have the weekend off, so everybody’s just chilling, y’know.”

Manon, with a cheeky smile on her face, tried retieing her hair in attempts to distract the fans from what she had just nearly revealed. But for the next couple minutes, despite Daniela’s efforts to pull everybody’s attention away from that topic, the audience always seemed to circle back to it.

“No, I have to say my favourite hoodie has to be the black Ferrari one.” Manon argued, staring at a suspicious Daniela. “It used to be the one you just said but it’s not anymore.”

“You’re just making stuff up, I swear. You still wear the other one so much more than the Ferrari one.” Daniela scoffed, “You wore the blue one like five times this week, like you literally wore it to dinner yesterday.”

user06 the blue hoodie Y/N just posted on insta in??

user07 They wear each other’s clothes I’m dead

user08 Dani have you seen Y/N’s new bracelet???

Daniela squinted to read the comment when she saw her name was mentioned, “‘Dani, have you seen Y/N’s new bracelet?’ No, I can’t say I have. What is it?”

“Oh, is it this one?” Manon flashed her wrist to the camera, where a couple cuffs and bracelets hung. Her other hand picked out a thin silver chain with a “K” strung at the end of it. “This is the one Megan got us for Katseye’s first birthday.”

She flaunted her hand, fingers waving around as she showed off her accessories.

user09 Y/N’s new necklace looks nice Manon!

user10 oh yeah that would look really good around her neck

Daniela skimmed the comments, suddenly bursting into a fit of high-pitched giggles. Manon, her arm still up, in the middle of her accessory tour, leant back. Surprised by the Latina’s sudden change in attitude, she glanced between the camera and her roommate as if she was an insane person.

“Oh my God, they’re saying your hands would make a really good necklace for Y/N.” Daniela explained, still laughing.

Manon’s eyes widened, heat immediately flushing to her cheeks. She thanked all the Gods her smooth skin tone hid any hint of fluster, or she would have been beer red at the comment. She placed a hand over her eyes, her lips quirking into a small smile as she groaned.

“That’s good, that’s a good one. I like that.” Daniela sighed.

Next door, you could hear the two of them screaming and squabbling on live. You opened a new tab, sick of scrolling through the same catalogues on different websites. You were feeling lazy, didn’t really feel like getting up to join the two nextdoor, so you pulled up Weverse, clicking onto Manon’s live. Right off the bat, you were met with the Ghanaian woman showing off her bracelets and such, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the comments that followed.

Sometimes, this was your favourite part about having fans.

When Daniela’s laugh on the live had synced with the one next door, you couldn’t help but also giggle at Manon’s reaction when she was told what eyekons thought of her tour.

It was enough of a motivator to go nextdoor; to tease her.

“—Anyway! Can we please talk about anything else.”

A knock sounded through the room, both their heads turned to the door, watching Y/N’s head pop through the doorway. Daniela pounced to her feet, jogging over to jump into the older’s arms as Y/N carried her back in front of the camera.

Manon rolled her eyes, her tongue sticking against her inner cheek as she stared at the two goofing around in the back.

user11 Oh someone’s jealous…

used12 if looks could kill they’d be dead by now

“Dani’s so light, I can probably squat heavier than you.” Y/N teased, her arms still wrapped around the Latina’s waist as Daniela clung onto her with her legs. “Anyways, you guys were being so loud, I wanted to see what was up.”

Y/N finally sets Daniela down, who found her spot behind Manon again.

Y/N slung an arm over Manon, poking her head between the roommates. “Heard you have a new necklace for me, Meret. You feeling like letting me try it out?”

user13 the way i’d just moan in response

user14 NOBODY TALK TO ME

user15 Manon I’ll take Y/N if you don’t want her

user16 SHE CALLS HER MERET???

The Ghanaian woman didn’t turn to greet the younger member, instead, with her lips pursed in envy, she deliberately made sure her efforts to ignore Y/N were evident.

Y/N smiled, biting her lip. “Manon, are you mad at me?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Manon huffed, her eyes still trained on the phone. “I’m just tryna talk to eyekons.”

Daniela hissed, making an “Oh, shit” expression and backing away so the other member could slide into where she sat. She eyed the phone from over Y/N’s shoulder, as if telling them she was unaware of what was about to unfold as well.

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head at the eldest’s sulking.

She slid an arm under Manon’s legs, the other securely held over her back. Kneeling, Y/N sprung to her feet, lifting Manon from the ground. The Ghanaian woman let out a bloodcurdling shriek, hands clutching onto Y/N’s hoodie for dear life.

“Did you feel left out, Manon? I was just joking around.”

Daniela watched in terror at the younger member flung Manon around the room in her arms. She slid forward to mouth “help me” into the camera, scared Manon’s feet might hit her head by accident.

“Oh my God, you ass—you bully, put me down.”

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to being interviewed as promotion for the release of Touch, Y/N seemed to be the interviewer’s main foci.

“—Yes, thank you. My next question is for Y/N, uh, so we heard you like a tall, dark and handsome type.” The interviewer read off his card, a mic held up to his lips. The question immediately raised some red flags for the group, Sophia and Manon—as the eldest and the leader—shared a knowing look. They were ready for whatever the man had to throw at them. “You’ve posted a couple of instagram photos and been seen out with a certain singer that’s been on Euphoria, is this a new potential partner, or what’s going on there?”

Y/N was slightly taken aback by how blunt the question came out. Usually management did a good job keeping questions about their personal lives out of interviews when they approve them for the video, but this one must’ve snuck past them.

The woman raised her mic, flashing the cameras her signature smile. The other members could only sit and admire how well her composure was, despite being asked such an intrusive query. She chuckled, eyeing Manon, who didn’t bother hiding what she was feeling. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked to be ready to pounce out of her chair whenever. Y/N gave her a subtle nod, as if telling her to stand down.

“Well, he and I met through mutual friends in the industry and we all get together to hang out on my day offs.” Y/N explained, “We’re just good buddies, nothing more.”

The interviewer chuckled, naive to the searing glares he was receiving from all the girls.

“Shame, a lot of people think you’d look like a power couple, the both of you being very talented singers and all,” he scanned his card, the only one laughing in the room full of dozens of people. “Is there anybody special in your life then? Or is this a chance for me to shoot my shot.”

Oh, six pairs of eyes glared daggers at him.

[ Love that they all stand up for their girl ]

None of them were smiling anymore, not even out of courtesy. Daniela and Lara in the front had their arms crossed, their legs spread as they sneered at the man. Megan and Yoonchae were the better ones at concealing just how aghast they were at the unprofessionalism, their expressions stoic, but the aura around them growing cold. Sophia sat upright, ready to jump in when the man stopped talking, but Manon—Manon was sitting beside Y/N, and it took one look at the woman’s uncomfortable expression for her to want to break the man’s neck.

“—Actually, we’re all really focused on our journey as Katseye right now, so we don’t really have time for other kinds of commitment just yet. Even then, we try and keep our personal and professional lives separated because a healthy work-life balance is very important.” Manon answered passively, her smile immediately fading when she finished talking.

But by the way the man gulped and stopped chuckling, it was obvious he finally noticed the elephant in the room.

“I understand how people are very intrigued by that aspect of our lives though, it can be hard to know where to draw the line sometimes.” Y/N added in a smoother tone, hoping to soften the blow of loathing this man was hit with. “But, respectfully, we love talking about and sharing our experience with making music more than we do discussing our lives.”

The interviewer nodded, “Of course. We can move on.”

Throughout the rest of the interview, Manon had a hand on the younger member’s thighs. Their fingers laced together as they answered the rest of the questions. Later, Y/N would tease the Ghanaian woman with edits people have made of the moment Manon stood up for her.

A screenshot of a very popular one of those edits would be the wallpaper for the girls’ group chat the next few weeks,

*Loud technical difficulty transition* In Y/N’s Weverse live with Megan for a dance session, the older between the two was obviously distracted by constant chimes coming from her phone. Fans get a nice surprise all on live.

Megan and Y/N swayed their hips to the beat, thrusting in and pulling away as the song played. The comments would flood with praises for their undeniably talented skills, and by the end of their choreography, they were both panting and sweating.

user01 omg omg omg omg my dinner menu

user02 The difference in outfits is taking me out

user03 BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, dapping Megan up before the two of them approached Megan’s phone. It was resting on a chair against the wall, so it would stream everything they did.

In a sports bra and baggy jeans, Y/N had her hair down. She was sporting thick glasses, ones fans pointed out Daniela liked wearing in the series of tiktok’s they filmed last month. Megan on the other hand, had a more Adam Sandler type fit going on. The two of them devoured their individual styles.

[ Oh my god, it’s all over the screen ]

“That’s the choreo Megan and I have done so far.”

Y/N’s phone buzzed. She reached into her pocket, pulling it out to see a text from Manon asking if she was in her room.

Megan’s infectious cackle interrupted before she could reply.

“Someone said we’re not pregnant but we always deliver,” she managed to read out in between gasping for air amidst her fit of amusement. “Oh my God, that’s so iconic.”

Opening her mouth to retaliate, another buzz sounds.

Y/N pulled her phone back out from her pocket, seeing another text from Manon, urging for an answer. She chuckled, shaking her head at the woman’s impatience.

Megan skimmed the comments, before turning back.

“Somebody said, ‘Only one thing could have Y/N smiling at her phone like that’.” The Chinese dancer read out, “Another person added, ‘Manon’s probably missing her boo thang’.”

Y/N shook her head, deciding keeping up appearances with their fans was more important than replying right away.

“It was just our manager, guys. A reminder for what we need to do tomorrow.” Y/N lied, “Anyway, if anybody was wondering, we are working really hard for MAMA. Especially Meggers here.” She grabbed the redhead, yanking her close to knock their heads together. “She’s carrying the dancing with Dani right now.”

peanutbutterlover02 Bad girl

peanutbutterlover02 Y/N’s ignoring my texts :(

peanutbutterlover02 Guysss stop hogging Y/N

Y/N and Megan both silenced at the sudden pop of a verified user commenting, but after reading the handle, both of them shared a moment of faux annoyance.

“Manon, get out of our comment section!” Megan yelled, “Go do something, man!”

The meme reference squeezed a laugh from Y/N, who shook her head. But, still, it’s Katseye. Of course she couldn’t resist joining in on the teasing herself. Her voice dropped low, “News flash, Dwayne’s forehead isn’t real. It’s a prosthetic.”

Both of them giggle at their own joke.

user04 Oop- Manon’s coming to collect fr

user05 can’t even defend them anymore

user06 so we were right Y/N was giggling cuz of manon

user07 BAD GIRL IS CRAZY

“Sorry, Meret, we’re just about to wrap this session up and I’ll text you back immediately after, okay?”

Manon could only suck it up, leaving a couple more disappointed comments on their livestream as Megan and Y/N show eyekons another part of choreography.

peanutbutterlover02 I’m so boreddddddd

peanutbutterlover02 I’m still waiting >:(

peanutbutterlover02 Guys I need my best friend back

[ BEST FRIEND—sure ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* A KATSEYE HOLIDAY STORY | KATSEYE; Secret Santa Portion

Y/N’s wrapping a gift set, a Fenty beauty make-up kit she specially assembled for Manon. She knew the woman had been complaining about her makeup supply running low, so what better chance than to get her what she needed?

“I know, I know, I went a little over budget,” Y/N chuckled, taping the edges of the wrapping paper together. “But Manon’s been really needing new stuff, and I wanted it.”

[ Ofc Y/N would go above and beyond for Manon ]

“Also, let me tell you guys a secret.” Y/N walked offscreen, coming back with a tiny box.

She motioned for the camera to zoom into the box, before popping it open. Inside, there was a gold necklace, a crown charm at the end of it. Y/N tucked it back into the box, holding a finger up to her lips.

“I got Manon an extra gift, but that’s for after work.”

[ That’s so cute I need me a Y/N ]

“Anyway, I’m glad I got Manon. I think either Daniela or Yoonchae might be my secret santa, ‘cuz I’m sure Megan got Lara and Lara got Sophia.” Y/N shrugged, standing in her cream coloured silky pj set. “Guess we’re about to find out.”

Sat around a table on a very festive set, Y/N was instructed to slot in between Megan and Manon.

One by one, the girls presented their gifts to their designated person. When Yoonchae presented Daniela her gift, a neatly wrapped book, it was the Latina’s turn to pull out her gift bag.

“And my secret santa is…” Drumrolls against the table followed, “Y/N!”

Cheers erupted amongst the girls as Daniela slid the bag across the table to Y/N.

“Hope you like it, babe.”

The wrapping paper was still being pulled off as Y/N let out a surprised gasp. Underneath the vibrant wrapping was a vinyl—Rumours, by Fleetwood Mac. Y/N’s eyes lit up instantly. It was one of their favorite albums, something she had been looking for on vinyl forever.

“No way…! Dani, how’d you find this?” Y/N exclaimed, holding it up to the group, her voice practically sparkling.

Dan smiled proudly, her hands still resting on her own wrapped gift. “Well, I know you’re all about that rock life,” she said with a wink, knowing how much this record meant to Y/N. “I had my ways. As long as you’re happy, it was worth it.”

As everyone cheered and clapped, Manon side-eyed the gift.

She had noticed the way Y/N's eyes practically glowed when Daniela handed her the vinyl. It wasn’t just about the gift itself—it was the way Y/N was so genuinely excited. She loved seeing her happy, but Manon herself would have been happier if she had been the reason for such a smile. The way Y/N laughed and praised Daniela, even going as to get out of her chair to tackle the Latina in a hug. The little things that made Manon feel... well, a little left out. She quickly shifted her attention to the other girls, pretending to focus on the conversation, but her mind lingered on the discomfort.

Y/N notices Manon's mood; she smirked.

“Okay, so, it’s my turn.” Y/N turned, grabbing her bag from the floor. The bag had been topped with a cute silver ribbon, the gift itself wrapped with the same paper as the others’ gifts. “And, there’s two people left who hasn’t gotten their secret santa gift yet, so, drumroll, please!”

The table once again rocked as they drummed their hands.

“I have… my favourite drama queen, Manon.”

The Ghanaian woman widened her eyes, hands taking in the present Y/N shimmied over to her. The younger slung her arm over Manon’s shoulders, rubbing it as she watched her open and unwrap the present. A loud yelp rung through the studio, startling the others before Manon fully unwrapped it.

Her face softened when she saw what was inside: a Fenty beauty set—lip glosses, a highlighter, and a few items she had been eyeing for weeks but hadn’t splurged on herself.

“Okay, now I know for a fact this is out of budget.” Lara crossed her arms, her eyebrow raised in question.

“Bro, can we do secret santa without Y/N next year?” Sophia chimed, earning a couple teasing agreements. “You’re making all of us look bad now, N/N.”

“Y/N...” Manon whispered, her heart fluttering. “You really did this for me? This was probably so expensive.”

Y/N waved a hand dismissively. “Best way to spend my money. The holidays are all about love, right? This is how I show you guys I love you.” She pulled Megan and Manon into her arms, squeezing them both as the others joined in for a big hug. “I got you all things you want, don’t worry.”

Manon’s smile returned, brighter than before. She leaned in to hug Y/N individually after, her voice quiet but sincere. “You didn’t have to, but I’m so glad you did.”

Their hug lasted a little long, even their editing team seemed to tease them a bit with the excessive exaggeration of how long it was with a time ticking effect over the other girls’ reactions.

The rest of the group watched, their smiles growing as they witnessed the little moment between the two. It was clear, despite the playful teasing and occasional misunderstandings, that Y/N and Manon were closer than anyone could imagine.

Manon held the box up to her chest, beaming.

“Okay, so, Manon, you’re doing yours—!”

[ Y/N really loves spoiling her bandmates, especially Manon… ]

*Loud technical difficulty transition* Cut to Lara and Yoonchae’s live. The two were sat on the floor of their hotel room, singing and joking around as Sophia occasionally shushed them to be a bit quieter.

“No, Yoonchae, if we were in the Hunger Games, the order we’d go from dying to surviving would be Manon, Sophia, Me, You, Megan, Dani and then Y/N. I feel like Dani’s like so wild and freaky she’d be able to survive better than you.” Lara argued, earning a loud whine of protest from Sophia across the room. “And Megan would be the type to like survive off the stupidest reason, like she’ll accidentally kill someone.”

Yoonchae pouted, “No, no! It’s you, Dani, me, then Y/N.”

“Yoonchae, I swear to God, I’m telling you.” Lara held a hand up, “It’s me, you, Megan, Dani and then Y/N.”

The youngest huffed, unwilling to argue.

user01 Lara any advice on how to flirt w a girl

Yoonchae pointed at the phone. Lara leant forward to read the comment she was pointing out, her lips curving into a smile immediately. “Oh, wow. That’s a question you should ask Y/N. Or Manon… Only ‘cuz the two of them are such flirty people.”

Lara looked offscreen, a guilty smile on her face as she glanced at Sophia for help.

[ Nice save Lara, definitely super slick ]

“Yes, Manon is very…” Yoonchae does a winky face into the camera, “And Y/N gets flirted with a lot when we go to dinner.”

Lara hummed, drawing attention away from what she almost exposed. “Yes. Y/N has a very fluid appearance, she gets a lot of guys and girls coming up to her in public.”

Sophia, voice faint, chimed, “Yeah, it’s a real problem.”

“So, I feel like that’s a good question to ask Y/N. She has the most aura, most unspoken rizz among all of us.”

user02 does manon get jealous when Y/N’s hit on?

[ Took me a while to find this comment! ]

Lara laughed aloud at a comment, momentarily confusing Yoonchae before the younger caught the statement as well. They shared a knowing look, and when their laughter died down, they just remained silent and moved on.

user03 Who’s the most jealous/possessive as a gf?

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for somebody to ask this.” Lara rubbed her hands together, “Yoonchae and I actually talked about this at some point. Okay, it goes, from least to most, Yoonchae, Y/N, Megan, Sophia, Me, Dani and then Manon.”

user04 match made in heaven

user05 They’re so jealous x comforting duo my heart

“Because Yoonchae, Y/N and Megan are much more relaxed and I feel like Sophia’s jealous, but she can hide it well. Me, Dani and Manon are definitely more fighters, because ain’t nobody coming near my bae if we dating.” Lara squared up to the camera, eyeing it up and down. “Manon is just lowkey a psycho, so she was at the top of the list.”

Yoonchae nodded, “I’m scared of Manon when she’s angry.”

“I’ve seen Manon mad over something, guys. It’s not pretty and I do not recommend.” Sophia yelled.

[ Since Y/N gets flirted with a lot and Sophia’s seen Manon angry… it’s so obvious ya’ll ]

[deerspherestudios]

Hello!

I really like your game!

I would like to ask a little about MR Michael, and I would like to ask, since MR Michael will be less honest than the other Michael(Mikael who can do hypnosis), then he will most likely be more rude? More precisely, what will his character be? Will he be very different from the other Mychael?

For context! Not rude, but he seems to shift very quickly between moods to match yours, almost suspiciously so since he's almost always in tune with your thoughts. A little too charming with all the right things he says.

I'd say he'd still be close in personality to OG!Mychael when you first meet him, it's just different in intent. OG! is kind because he wants to be, MR! does it as a pretense; he's quick to turn on you if he knows you dislike or mistrust him.

Edit: @/blueskyandsoftclouds said in replies he would be a tsundere and wow!! I didn't think to mention that he definitely would be haha!

Extra below because it got long:

Though if you're asking his true true colors; he's actually quite aloof and quiet. Let's say in the impossible scenario he's dropped his guard around you, he's completely relaxed and chill and doesn't have much to say. Kinda like a grandpa that just wants to nap on the porch in his rocking chair.

A typical interaction would be him reading your mind in conversation and mumbling his responses. Also OG!Mychael doesn't like coffee but I think MR!Mychael would.

[kdyq]

Dinner date

Context: Ambessa takes you on the fine dine for the night.

Ambessa x Fem!reader

The carriage rattled softly along the stones streets lights flickering in the distance. You sat beside Ambessa her towering presence dominating the small space though she somehow made you feel entirely at ease. She was dressed impeccably as always her sharp suit tailored to perfection a lion’s head pin on it.

You glanced at her the flicker of candlelight from the streetlamps casting shadows across her strong jawline. She caught you staring and smirked her golden eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Enjoying the view already?” she teased her deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You rolled your eyes though you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe. It’s not every day I get to see you like this relaxed not plotting world domination.”

Ambessa chuckled the sound low and warm. “Consider tonight a gift then. No schemes no politics just us.”

The carriage pulled to a stop in front of an elegant restaurant its entrance flanked by glowing lanterns and lush greenery. A private table awaited you inside tucked away in a quiet corner the perfect mix of luxury and intimacy.

Dinner was an indulgent affair. Ambessa ordered the finest wines her deep voice stern with authority as she charmed the staff. Each course was better than the last and though the food was exquisite it was her company that made the night unforgettable.

She leaned forward as you talked her intense gaze never wavering as if you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on. Her hand occasionally brushed yours across the table the simple touch sending sparks through you.

“You know” she said swirling her wine lazily in its glass “I don’t do this often.”

“What? Take over entire restaurants?” you teased.

She smirked her eyes narrowing slightly. “Spend time like this. Unhurried. Not planning the next step.” She paused her expression softening. “You make it worth it.”

Your cheeks warmed at the rare vulnerability in her voice. “Well you’re doing a good job. I almost forgot you’re terrifying most of the time.”

Ambessa laughed a deep rich sound that echoed in the quiet space. “Good. I like keeping you on your toes.”

After dinner she led you to the balcony where the view of the Piltover skyline stretched endlessly before you. The city lights sparkled like stars and the cool night air was a welcome relief after the warmth of the restaurant.

But as she leaned down to kiss you knew there was nothing else she’d rather be doing.

Ambessa stood behind you her hands resting lightly on your waist as she pulled you closer. Her warmth was a stark contrast to the chill of the night and you leaned into her sighing contentedly.

“Do you ever miss it?” you asked your voice quiet. “The constant fight the adrenaline?”

Ambessa tilted her head thoughtfully her lips brushing against the top of your head. “Sometimes. But then I have nights like this and I realize there are other things worth fighting for.”

You turned in her arms to face her your hands resting on her chest. “That might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it” she teased her smirk returning.

“THE END”

AN: I really love the stories I come up with about Ambessa

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut + Fluff | Kinich x AFAB!Reader New Experiences

SUMMARY Upon getting closer to your boyfriend, you unknowingly awaken something new in him.

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, fluff, smut, mentions of trauma, hugging, cuddling, kissing, blowjob, nipple play, vaginal sex, creampie, lowkey breeding kink, mentions of ABO dynamics, aftercare, he just loves you a lot and you love him too, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOUR NOTE GODDD I READ HIS CHARACTER STORIES AND IM JUST UGHHHHHH I needed to write this because he deserves a hug and a kiss

Kinich’s name comes from the Mayan sun god with the same name so I headcanon him as Mayan (in modern day, Maya peoples live in southern Mexico and the Northern parts of south America), so naturally the man is melaninated >:) ^(this is just context so when I say his skin is golden brown uk what I mean LOL)

Also pretend I didn't forget to include Ajaw. He's just chilling somewhere else in the house or smth drinking juice that you and Kinich made him LMAOOO.

WORD COUNT: 3,168

Your relationship with Kinich started off slow and with many innocent questions from him since it was his first relationship and you knew that he never had the best model of what a relationship could look like. In recent months you’ve taught him so much and he’s so grateful to have you. You never once insulted him or hurt him or threatened him, and he was almost scared because he knew nice things like this never came for free. Even if the trade didn’t include mora, he figured that he’d have to pay you back in some other way. But you never asked for anything, never asked for any sort of payment or any favors in return. You just asked that he love you back the same. So, because of this, he needed a lot of comforting from you to slowly get used to it. Overtime he slowly became more and more vulnerable with you because you showed him that you’d never hurt him, and slowly he became more and more comfortable being vulnerable with you. To be loved is to be changed supposedly. And the change in him was noticeable. Maybe not to the people that would commission him or your average stranger, but, towards you and the people he cared about, it was so clear. It was so clear that for the first time in a very, very long time, he felt loved.

And so it was a regular afternoon and he had just returned from a commission. He didn’t explain to you at first why this was bothering him so much but you’d later find out that he was out in the mountains where he grew up and it just brought up a lot of old memories.

You sat in front of him on your knees while he sat cross legged across from you on the bed. Warm yellow sun illuminated the room and bathed you both in kind warmth.

“Hold out your hand,” you said

Once upon a time, it would’ve taken a lot more convincing for him to listen to your request, but now, doing things like holding your hand felt like second nature to him

He held out a hand, palm up, and you held it with one of yours, rubbing his palm with your thumb before moving to hold his hand with both of yours. You looked at him with a smile, a smile that said “you’re okay and it’s okay to not be okay.”

“You’re safe, baby. But it’s valid to feel this way. Take as long as you need to process it okay?” You gently explained to him.

He nodded, squeezing your hands in his to tell you that he was listening, and that he understood.

And usually, you initiate hugging or hand holding, but this time he was the one to lean into you.

He leaned forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder. And you knew that he previously had a lot of reservations with hugging due to his past, so whenever you hug, you’re always sure to take extra care and be extra gentle with him.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his head, slightly brushing through his hair with your hands. His arms wrapped around your waist. But, with both of your legs in the way was a little bit uncomfortable. So you figured you’d try something that you hadn’t tried before. You told him to sit back before you slowly started to straddle him, making sure to ask if he was okay and if this was okay.

“Mmhm, I like it when you’re close to me,” he reassured you.

The comment made you smile and made your face heat up slightly.

So you continue to settle down before wrapping your arms around him again as he did the same, but now being chest to chest, the hug felt so much deeper, so much warmer.

And so you two stayed like that for a while, comforting him until he had forgotten what he was upset about. The smell of your hair, the softness of your skin, and the warmth of your body filling his mind instead.

You two spent the rest of the day preparing dinner, eating, cleaning up, and reading before drifting into sleep together.

But as you laid beside him in the moonlight, he couldn’t help but have his mind drift to when you were straddling him. Hovering right over his core, breasts smushed onto his chest.

Sure he knew what… being intimate was. He’d learned a lot from growing up in the mountains. He learned how to fight, hunt, and survive thanks to observing how the wildlife did it. But of course he also learned what and when mating season was.

Of course he never really experienced the phenomena himself and he’s so thankful humans don’t experience mating season the way animals do. But, right now, he thinks he might just understand what it’s about.

His body is hot and his legs are shaky. Blood pools in his core and he’s sure this is what it would feel like.

You were sleeping on your back, blanket covering everything below your stomach, leaving your clothed chest on beautiful display for him.

His breathing quickens slightly but he tries to control himself by closing his eyes and trying to sleep.

He tossed and turned for the better part of an hour before dozing off. His last conscious thoughts being:

“She can help me fix this.”

So here you two are, not 20 hours later, him deciding to make the first move since he knew it was usually how animals worked. He had been courting you all day, making you food and bringing you flowers. It was kind of adorable actually.

You two had kissed before, but it was never as heated as the one he was giving you right now. You were both getting ready for bed when he grabbed your face to kiss you deeply. He wasn’t super sure on how to move forward with this but he knew he needed you, only you.

Thankfully you helped him, you deepened the kiss and swiped your tongue on his bottom lip, asking for access to his mouth. He followed your lead and your tongues mingled as both your bodies heated up uncomfortably. Your hands tangled in his hair and his hands roamed your curves as you stood body to body.

He knew he was doing something right when he heard you lightly moan into his mouth. And he knew this was right because he felt the place between his legs grow uncomfortably tight in his pants. If your body was reacting, and so was his, it must’ve been right.

Soon enough he’s situated between your legs, hovering his body over yours as you continue to kiss, most of both of your clothing discarded on the floor.

You know that this is his first time and you also deduce where he even learned this from so you decide to tell him something he might not have learned just yet.

“You know,” you say, pulling away from the kiss. “We don’t just have to do this to make children,” you giggle as he blinks a few times, flustered at the thought.

“Humans do this a lot just for pleasure…” you trace his jaw with your thumb “for fun, y’know?” You smile, teasing him ever so slightly.

He huffs out a breathy chuckle out before his lips curl up slightly, intrigued by what you were saying… and also liking the sound of it.

“Want me to show you an example?” You smirk.

“Yes please,” he breathes out.

So you flip him over, licking your lips and smiling cheekily.

“As you wish,” you smile, eyes lidded.

You pull off his undergarments, leaving his body now fully exposed to you.

You eye his obvious hard on as he looks down too.

“It’s like that because of you… please help me take care of it…” his tone going from flat to needy as he ends his sentence.

Your eyes widen slightly at him being almost… whiny? It was cute but also made you even more hot and bothered seeing how badly he needed you.

You dip your head down, taking his member in your hand before saying gently, “I got you, baby.”

He sucks in a sharp breath as you tease him, licking all up and down on his shaft, avoiding the tip for now. You experiment with playing with his balls too, trying to gauge his reactions.

“Fuckkk, feels s’good,” he groans.

“Mmhm?” You respond as you run your lips all over his dick.

You decide to now circle your tongue on his tip, earning an involuntary buck of his hips and a loud moan from him. Even he was shocked at how vocal he was being.

You slowly closed your mouth around his leaking tip, easing him into your mouth with each bob of your head.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he tried to control his panting and groaning.

Once his dick hit the back of your throat, you started a slow pace, pulling most of him out of your mouth before sinking down again.

However, not a minute later, you feel him finish down your throat. His breathing hitched but since he was trying to hold back his moans, you got no other warning of his climax. You moan at the way he twitches in your mouth and continue to help him ride his high as you swallow all that he was giving you.

You suck him clean before sitting up to get a better look at him.

He has his eyes covered with the back of his forearm as he pants through his mouth, a layer of sweat coating his golden brown skin. His toned body getting you more and more angsty by the minute. Not to mention that him cumming fast made you inexplicably turned on.

Before you can ask him how he’s feeling he speaks up.

“How do I make you feel like that?” He removes his arm from his eyes to look at you.

Your face heats up hard. You aren’t quite sure how to explain it to him so you start with “oh, umm” before taking a few moments to think.

But you’ve now awoken something in him and he can’t wait any longer.

He sits up to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips before laying you down and putting himself back between your legs.

“Here?” He fidgets with your panties.

“Mmhm, you can take them off,” you nod bashfully

You’d been taking care of him this whole time that you barely even registered that this would be your first time too. So naturally you started feeling a little shy.

He sees how wet you are as he pulls off your panties, seeing how slick you made the fabric and how it’s coating your inner thighs now too.

It makes him hard again.

“A-and here…” you interrupt his thoughts as you point at your bra and take it off.

You cover yourself up a bit with your arms but he’s having none of it.

“Let me see,” he says, gently grabbing your tits after you move your arms.

He runs his thumbs over your hardened nipples before deducing that he should also use his mouth on you as you did to him.

He sucks on your left nipple lightly, not wanting to be too rough with you. He flicks at it with his tongue as he continues to knead your other breast.

Your chest clenches at the pleasure and you whimper, not wanting to be too loud.

As he’s leaned over you, his tip starts to rub over your core and you start to slightly grind on him, feeling him on your puffy clit.

“F-fuckk” you moan out to him, letting him know you needed this as bad as he did.

Wanting to make you feel good, he pulls back, inspecting the view between your legs, trying to figure out his next steps.

“Put it in,” you say bashfully, “please.”

He slides himself up and down your slick folds a few more times before trying to find your entrance.

When he finds it you immediately feel pressure. He slowly pops his tip in as you both moan at the sensation.

Your walls are so nicely tight and gummy for him and they squeeze him just right. As he slowly eases into you, facing almost no resistance from how wet you are, you start to really feel all of him. Every vein that rubs against your insides, the filthy drag of him against your walls, and every twitch of his dick, elicited by none other than yourself.

You’re already feeling dizzy at how intensely he’s stimulating all the nerves that have never had the chance to feel this good. You’ve never had something massage your g spot like this before, much less having been this turned on while doing it.

It was a whole other world of pleasure to be doing this with him. The heat of his body, the smell of his skin, the pulse of his heartbeat that you swore you could hear.

Kinich was no better off than you, despite having just finished not more than a minute ago, he was already getting close again.

He was giving you shallow thrusts, worried that he needed to give you time to adjust since you were so tight. He didn’t know it was just because he filled you up so well.

“B-baby, feels s’good,” you breathe out, him still grinding deeply into you, poking your cervix and making you feel so so full.

“Y-yeah? Fuck… good,” he stutters out with a shaky breath. He was glad that he had already figured out how to maybe make you feel as good as you were making him feel, especially because your pussy felt impossibly softer and hotter than your mouth.

“Try going- ah! Harder b-baby,” you moan out to him. Your body wanted more, it wanted it faster, harder, deeper. It was like you were in heat, and luckily, it was like he was in a rut.

Kinich responds to you by giving you a harsh thrust. Normally, he’d be so gentle with you, taking things slow, but right now he needed this. He was fucking into you now with fervor he’d never expected to find. He starts gripping your hips and thrusting into you to the point where audible “plaps” fill the room, turning both of you on impossibly more.

His hips continue to snap forward, filling you up to the brim and making your eyes roll back into your skull as you let out “ah’s” and whiny moans almost involuntarily because it felt so good.

You look back up at him to gauge how he’s feeling and you’re surprised to see his eyes clenched shut and his lip between his teeth, holding back his groans.

“Let me hear you,” you request, feeling embarrassed at it but also being so turned on you didn’t care.

His eyes blink open and he exhales the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He gives a few light moans as he bucks his hips into you, the wet sounds of your mixed arousals almost hypnotizing him.

After a pause, he then replies “then let me hear your pretty voice too,”, leaning forward to kiss you before burying his face into your neck. “I know you’ve been holding back too. Mmph- but no one’s gonna hear us baby.”

He moans loud right below your ear, raising goosebumps all over your body and causing you to moan right back into his ear.

You feel his dick twitch inside you as he feels your walls flutter around him.

Your back arches and you feel zaps of pleasure front your core to the tips of your hardened nipples. You start to clench harder on him as a pressure builds up in your core, approaching its release fast.

“Kinich-! Gonna- gonna cum” you babble out to him, so overly sensitive to the drag of his dick all over your insides. You could feel all of him and it was making you see white.

While he isn’t familiar with the term “cum” since he didn’t have time to ask and you didn’t have time to explain, he understands what it means. Especially because he thinks he’s about to do it too.

“Me- too… mmmph,” he croaks out as his abs clench.

“C-cum in me- hahh~ please…” you beg.

He hesitates but you cut off his thoughts with your next plea.

“F-fuck a baby into me- please…”

And the flip switches.

He buries all the way inside of you, cumming at the same time as you, your walls and his dick twitching around each other. You choke out a high pitched sob before moaning deeply as your orgasm crashes over you. He lets out a deep groan when he cums in you, breathing out his moans as his voice shakes as he fucks you both through your highs.

He continues to grind into you until you’re both slightly overstimulated and his cum starts to flow out of you despite him plugging you up.

“Archons…” You say, out of breath.

He pushes himself up, holding up his body with his elbows, his eyes meeting yours. He stares at you softly for a bit before kissing all over your face and neck, slowly and lovingly. He puts his forehead to yours before finally speaking.

“I love you,” he says, pulling back so you can properly look at each other. His skin flushed slightly red, hair disheveled, and his eyes the softest you’ve ever seen them. The eyes only you’d ever see.

Your eyes widen slightly before your expression changes into warm adoration with a sweet and genuine smile.

You reach a hand up to cup his face, “I love you too baby… so much,” you say as he leans down to kiss you, his heart swelling at the way you speak to him so gently. He kisses you softly in a way that tells you “I’m all yours.” So you kiss him in a way that says “and I’m yours.”

It wasn’t like you two hadn’t said “I love you” before, it’s just that it used to be quiet, almost shy, but this time it wasn’t. It was bold, it was certain, and it was confident. You were more than happy he was showing you this side of him that even he didn’t know existed. He’s just so soft for you, and it tugs at your heart to think about.

So after spending a few more minutes in each others arms, he helps you clean up and even asks you a few questions about how your body works and if it really did feel good or not. You answer all his questions with a smile and he kisses all over your body as he cleans it.

You then dozed off together, warm, safe, and absolutely head over heels for each other.

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[prettyprincessduh]

“Don’t Make a Sound” – Josh Washington

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AN ~ I wrote this because I'm ovulating, and Josh is my savior rn 🎀 It's probably a little sloppy because I usually write late at night when I'm horny 💀🙏🏽

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Context - I mean idrk - Chris walks in on us making out

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The fire crackled in the stone hearth of the Washington lodge, casting flickering shadows across the massive living room. The storm outside howled against the windows, but inside, the mood was… a lot warmer.

You sat curled on the couch, legs folded, in one of Josh’s oversized hoodies ~ soft, worn-in, and smelling like cedar and his cologne. He was standing nearby, arms crossed, looking way too good for someone who claimed he was “just chilling.” His dark jeans hung low on his hips, snug in all the right places.

“Stop staring,” Josh teased, a lopsided smirk forming as he sauntered over. “I know I’m hot, but I didn’t realize I was melting your brain.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “You wish.”

He dropped onto the couch next to you, the weight of him shifting the cushions. “Please. You’ve been making heart-eyes at me since we came up here.”

“Because I was debating if I should throw you into the snow.”

He leaned in, voice low and teasing. “Is that code for ‘get on top of me’?”

You scoffed ~ but it died in your throat when his hand brushed your thigh, slow and casual, like he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. But he knew. Josh always knew.

“You’re not slick,” you muttered, breath catching.

“No,” he said softly, nose brushing your jaw as he leaned closer, “I’m just really, really into you.”

You turned your head about to say something

And that’s when his lips met yours ~ hot, demanding, with zero hesitation. His hands slid under the hoodie, gripping your waist, tugging you effortlessly onto his lap. The denim of his jeans pressed against your sweet spot as you straddled him, heat blooming fast and intense.

His hands roamed, greedy, like he couldn’t get enough of you ~ up your back, down your thighs, pulling you closer, until there was no space left between your bodies. You rocked against him, and he groaned ~ low, throaty ~ that signature Josh sound that told you he was already completely lost in you.

“God, I-” he rasped. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

“You’re not exactly subtle either,” you whispered back, tugging at his shirt. “Jeans, Josh? Really?”

“I like to suffer,” he smirked, but then you rolled your hips just right and he choked on his own laugh.

You leaned in, nipping at his jaw. “You like being teased?”

“I like you on top of me. Don’t care how.”

Just as things were really escalating ~ his shirt halfway off, your hoodie pushed up and forgotten ~ a door creaked open somewhere behind you.

You froze. Josh didn’t.

“Josh?” came Chris’s voice, confused, too close. “Have you seen- oh my god!”

Chris stood at the entrance to the living room, eyes wide in horror, one hand raised like he might actually be trying to block the image out.

Josh barely spared him a glance, voice calm, smug, almost bored: “Close the door, Chris. Or stay and watch. I charge extra though.”

“DUDE. I—WHAT—NO!” Chris scrambled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet as he slammed the door shut behind him.

You were mortified. “Josh!”

But he just grinned, absolutely zero shame, as he ran his hands up your thighs again. “What? Let the man suffer.”

You slapped his chest, trying not to laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you,” he murmured, eyes dropping to your lips again, “are not done with me.”

The moment the door clicked fully shut, he pulled you back into the kiss, deeper, hungrier than before like nothing else in the world mattered.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Platonic ¡yan! Dick Grayson x Batsis x Jason Todd

A/N: Another discussion post because we need to talk about Grayson! Thank you for your contribution, mootie! You are so good at bouncing off of ideas. I hope you don’t mind me writing this🤭

@siririus

Context

Masterlist

Craziest thing about all of this is, it's a paradox. Is Dick really only this upset because his batsis is prefers Jason?....Or is it also because it's almost like she's taking his brother away from him and they are becoming each others favorites?

In the previous post, i said how dick has a fear of being pushed to the side and forgotten. He's scared of no longer being needed anymore and this relationship kind of symbolizes that. You never needed Dick, even in the beginning. Jason leaned on Dick a lot as they knew each other the longest and it took so much work to mend the fractures in it. Now Jason is confiding in you more...you understand each other way more.

It's a complex issue.

One solution you might say is just for them to form some kind of trio...But he's tried. LOL Grayson has crashed many of your hangout sessions to use it as an opportunity to become close to you.

He knows you won't leave because you like Jason too much and he also gets to spend time with his brother. perfect. NOT.

Dick cannot seem to grasp the concept that you and Jason have a "parallel play" kind of thing going on. Like you mentioned Jason is subtle. He's not really trying to do something over the top, he just wants to chill and do his own thing. SO you guys might chat for like five minutes then he turns around to go read his book while you're playing a phone game. It's enough for you two to just be near. But Dick, he's internalizing it. He thinks you stopped talking because he's there. He thinks you guys are having way more action packed hangouts when you're alone. To him, just sitting next to each other isn't "hanging out".

He'll try to keep pushing for a conversation and you guys are like...eh. Or he'll try to force you all to do fun games ect. and it usually ends with you leaving first or Jason getting upset then you walking out together.

But that couch thing is so funny. I think that Dick would've been like waving you down to sit next to him all smiley and he has your favorite snacks in a cute little box but Jason just motions his head and you choose that. Stab right in the heart. He's not even watching the movie anymore, he's just paying attention to you guys.

Do not fall asleep on Jason. I think that'll high key bring Dick to tears. He wants that so badly. Dick is super physically affectionate but he's constantly craving hugs and all of that. You falling asleep on Jason reminds him of when Jason and him would have sleepovers in the living room, and Jason would always end up sleeping on his shoulder or lap.

He's tried hugging you before but you just go incredibly stiff and shaky so it's not even fulfilling to him. He wants to carry you on his back, do your hair in the mornings, cuddles, handshakes..ect. He wants to be your best friend. I do think you just even holding his hand would calm him down or holding his arm would help him to feel better.

He does attempt the subtlety of Jason. It doesn't really work the same way because well, he cannot contain himself. He's feral. Plus you assume the seat is for Cass or Babs instead so you never choose it. Like he gets to the dinner table first, saves the seat for you, and you sit next to him but he makes it so weird AHHAHA. Like he's trying to remain calm but he's breathing so hard. You finally chose him. (it was the only seat left) BUT YOU CHOSE HIM. You didn't scurry away like usual. He's just staring at you because he's so happy and you are sending help signals to Jason who is finding this all very amusing. Dick, wont stop talking either and he keeps filling up your plate with food. He gives you a corner piece of the brownie..he loves you so much.

[johnleeswife]

Mephisto

Pairing : Sylus x reader

Context : Inspire by Sylus “Crow” voice call

Warning : None

It’s been a day ‘Mephisto’ in your home. You don’t know why Sylus sent Mephisto to your house. You are not in danger, not in a difficult situation, and you are surely not in a position to be spied on. But here you and Mephisto are staring at each other silently. “Are you going to be here until Sylus tells you to go?”, Mephisto answers with his crow voice. “Fine… Sylus said I can order you around so… I’m not holding back”, Mephisto seemed taken aback by what you said and made a sad noise.

At first, you make Mephisto do something simple like switch on and off lights, open the curtain in the morning, etc. Then you realize that he can project a small screen, oh boy what a life safer he is. You make him report the weather in the morning before you go to work, showing you the recipe of your current viral food that you try to make and you make him show you a list of current hit songs. Yes, you make him play the songs.

Slowly, you begin liking Mephisto by your side. You won't feel lonely when you come back from work and he make your dream come true to have a pet that you don’t have to worry he’ll die because of your lack of care. He accompanies you during your study, cooking, cleaning, everything. Suddenly he disappears and you start to worry. Then you hear a knock on your door.

It’s Sylus behind the door, you welcome him and invite him inside. “It’s your day off right? Let’s hang out”. You still amaze by how he knows everything about you. “Yes… but Mephisto is missing, we have to find him”

“Don’t worry about him, he is a big boy, he’ll do fine”

“Do you make him go out to mission?”

“No, things get better these days and I don’t need him for the time being”

“I’m starting to worry him”

“He’ll be fine, come on, get dressed and we’ll go out”

You and Sylus heading to a supermarket that surprisingly you always go to. “You need milk, cereal, eggs, and cheese and you're out of softener”. You stop walking and stare at him unbelievably. “What the hell Sylus how do you know all of that?”

“You wouldn’t wanna know sweetie”

“The he-”. You unconsciously raise your voice, making everybody in the store look at you. Sylus just walks down the aisle and smirks at you, leaving you behind.

After that, you two go back to your home. Of course, Sylus is the one who paid everything, you didn’t hold him back too. When you arrive at your home, Sylus starts unpacking the groceries and then puts them in the cupboard like he’s living here. You feel a chill down your spine if you think of it. “I think you have all the ingredients to make that viral food. Do you want to try to make that?” Sylus then asked.

“Oh yeah, I do. Mephisto can you-”, you almost forgot that Mephisto is missing. “Sylus, I still worry about Mephisto. Do you really don’t know where he is? Don’t you have some kind of remote to monitor him?”

Sylus stops whatever he is doing and faces you. “Really now? He’ll be fine. Aren’t you hungry? Come on let me cook you something”. Something strikes Sylus today that he treats you well, you wonder what it is. After Sylus is done cooking, you two eat together in your living room while watching a movie. Your mood doesn’t light up a little, even with Sylus’s cooking.

“I still worry about him Sylus”

“Why are you making a fuss about him now? Didn’t you don’t like him before?”

“Well he’s kinda great company, I didn’t realize that I was lonely until he came”

Sylus places his point finger on his forehead and looks at you. “Do you feel lonely right now? Let me remind you that I was behind him all this time”

You turn around to face him. “But you not him, he doesn’t bark like you”

“You like a submissive man I see. As you wish, I’ll become like one for you” Sylus makes a smirk face and places his head on your lap. You are shocked to see Sylus on your lap, adding that Sylus snuggles his face on your stomach and puts his hand behind your back. Now you can’t move because of him.

Knock sound on your window, you see Mephisto knocking on your window. “Mephisto! Sylus, Mephisto is back!”. As you want to open the window, Sylus’s hand wraps around you tighter. “Sylus, I can’t move”.

“He has his sharing, now let me have mine”

“What are you talking about?”

“Mine…”. You sigh defeated. So childish. Let's just say the rest of the day, Sylus is not letting you go and Mephisto just flying out site your place. You feel sorry for Mephisto.

[sai-int]

U said you were bored so I strike again

(for context its 10 degrees f outside rn) I really just want to fucking bury my cold ass hands underneath Simon's shirt when he's not expecting it. Like ice cubes just resting on his abdomen until he pushes me away or takes my hands to warm them up

I'm not really sure how you could expand on this, maybe a print for how the rest of 141 would react. Idk, go crazy ml 🩷

you're too good to me river, always supplying me with asks like my knight in shining armor—ugh—smooch

cw: none, simon x gn!reader, dribble

The door slammed behind you, the bitter cold cutting like a knife even after you were inside. It clung to your skin, sunk deep in your bones. You yanked your gloves off, flexing your fingers to fight the ache, but they stayed frozen and numb.

Simon was sitting on the couch, one leg stretched out, his shoulders relaxed against the backrest. He didn’t move much when you walked in, just turned his head slightly, his balaclava hiding everything but the faint narrowing of his eyes.

“Bad out there?” he asked, his voice low, steady.

Your breath came out in a huff, your teeth chattering as you kicked off your boots. “Understatement.”

“Put the kettle on,” he said, not looking up as he reached for the mug beside him. His tone was calm, blissfully detatched, as always.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you moved toward him, slow and deliberate. You didn’t stop until you were standing beside him, your shadow spilling over the book in his lap.

Simon looked up, still as stone, his gaze shifting between your face and your hands. You could feel his focus, the way he was already bracing for something.

“What?” he said, wary.

You didn’t give him a chance to react. Without a word, you shoved both hands up under his shirt, pressing your icy fingers against the solid warmth of his stomach.

He jolted, flinching hard enough to almost knock the mug off the table. “Fuckin' 'ell-” His voice was sharp, a rare crack in his steady calm as his hand shot to grab your wrist.

But he didn’t shove you away. Not immediately.

His stomach tensed beneath your touch, every muscle wound tight, like he was holding something back. His hand stayed clamped over your wrist, his grip firm but careful, as if he didn’t trust himself to let go.

“You’re freezing,” he said, his voice low, controlled again, though it carried an edge you couldn’t place.

“Your fault for being warm,” you muttered, trying to sound playful, but the words came out quieter than you intended.

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smirk.

Instead, Simon stayed perfectly still, his hand covering yours now, not pulling it away. His fingers were warm, rough against your raw skin.

You looked up at him, searching his face for something, anything, but all you could see was his eyes, dark and unreadable.

“Doesn’t bother you,” he said finally, the words more observation than question.

“What doesn’t?”

“Me.” His tone was flat, almost hollow. “The mask. The scars. Any of it.”

The weight of his words settled heavy between you, unexpected and uninvited. You blinked, caught off guard, before his meaning hit you like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t about the cold. It wasn’t about your hands, your teasing, or even the small, sharp warmth he let you take from him.

It was about him. What he thought he couldn’t give, what he thought you didn’t see—or worse, did see but ignored.

You didn’t pull your hands back. You pressed them closer, leaning in until the heat of his body chased away the chill entirely.

“No,” you said softly, the word firm. “You don’t bother me. Not a bit.”

Simon didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his fingers flexed around your wrist, just once.

You stayed there a moment longer, long enough to feel the tension drain from his shoulders, long enough to feel the weight he carried shift, if only slightly. When you finally pulled your hands away, the loss of warmth almost stung.

But Simon reached for you this time, catching your wrist before you could step back. His touch was lighter now, careful in a way that made your heart ache.

He pulled your hand back to his stomach, holding it there, firm and unyielding. “Next time y'cold,” he said quietly, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it, “just come to me. Don’t make a show of it.”

There was no teasing, no edge to his words. Just Simon, steady and resolute, his hand still over yours like he wasn’t ready to let go.

And you wouldn't let go.

mlist

[pbaz7]

CROSSING THE LINE — PART FIVE ♡

paige x azzi

word count: 7.3k

A/N: This one lowkey took me longer than usual because I tried to make sure I represented both of their situations accurately. You'll get some resolution in this but it's definitely not going to just be rainbows and sunshine forever. Please keep up the comments and reactions!! I love reading what you guys have to say.

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The air in Aaliyah’s suite was tense, a quiet hum of anticipation hanging over the room as the team started trickling in. A few of them had already claimed spots on the couch or floor and the TV was muted, some random game playing in the background, but nobody paid it any attention.

Ice and KK walked in together, loud as always, and Caroline entered not long after, her phone still in hand, followed by Amari who looked between them all with curious eyes. 

The moment the door clicked shut behind the last person Nika didn’t waste time. She pushed herself off the counter she was leaning against and addressed everyone. 

“They slept together.”

A stunned silence followed. 

“Who?” KK broke the silence first, confused without any context. Ice who was sitting next to her just smacked her on the head as it was obvious with who was missing from the room. 

Nika, confirming anyway, just said “Paige and Azzi.” Her voice was steady, but her expression reflected how serious the situation was with the two of them not talking. “Paige told me like an hour ago.” 

A chorus of reactions broke out, some shocked and others not surprised at all.

“I knew it,” Q muttered under her breath, earning an incredulous side glance from Ice.

“So why did this cause World War Two?” KK asked, raising an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t that be good news? Thought you were supposed to be a bundle of joy after doing the do.”

A chuckle escaped Nika as she continued, “Paige said Azzi was gone when she woke up. Like, left without a word, turned her phone off. And now they haven’t really talked since and it’s messier than it needs to be honestly.”

“Wait—what?” Ice sat up straighter. “Why the hell would Azzi do that?”

“Chill out,” Caroline interjected, her tone calm but firm. “We don’t know the full story. Don’t start judging before you do.”

The room went quiet again, but Nika’s gaze zeroed in on Caroline. Something about her reaction struck a chord.

“You know something, don’t you?” Nika’s question wasn’t accusatory, but it was sharp enough to get everyone else’s attention. “If you do, you need to tell us. We can’t help them if we don’t know what’s going on.”

Caroline hesitated, her fingers tightening around her phone. She glanced around the room, her lips pressing into a thin line as she debated whether to speak.

Aubrey, sitting cross-legged on the floor near the couch, leaned forward. “Come on, Car. We need to know. We barely scraped by last game and Geno was pissed, it’s only going to get harder from here. If we don’t fix whatever is going on between them, it’s going to fuck up the season.”

Caroline let out a heavy breath, her internal conflict evident. Azzi was one of her closest friends, and she knew how private Azzi was, especially about something as personal as this. But the situation was already affecting the team on and off the court and it had been almost a month. 

“Alright,” Caroline said slowly, her voice low. “Yes, Azzi left and asked me to take her to the airport, and trust me, I told her how stupid it was after she told me what happened. But she said she needed to, and I didn’t push her because she looked like she was about to fall apart.” She paused, shifting uncomfortably as all eyes were on her. “I don’t really know what happened while she was gone, just that when I picked her up from the airport when she got back she was... excited. I mean, I hadn’t seen her like that in a while. I honestly don’t really know what happened after that, but something must’ve gone wrong because she was in my room crying the next day. She wouldn’t tell me anything though.”

The room was silent for a beat as everyone absorbed Caroline’s words. Then Ice leaned forward, her face reflecting she was piecing things together. “Wait, when Azzi got back that Monday?”

“Yeah,” Caroline nodded. “Why?”

Ice leaned forward her expressions showing she was slowly starting to piece things together. “Because I was in the suite when Azzi got back.”

All eyes turned to Ice as she continued. “Azzi came back to our suite. I was on the couch playing the game when she walked in. She seemed... kinda nervous but a little giddy. Like she wanted to go see Paige but wasn’t sure if she should. She was about to just walk in her room but I told her to knock knowing Paige was in there with some girl. I didn’t know they slept together when this happened though.”

“Azzi saw her?” Nika asked, breaking the silence.

Ice nodded grimly. “Yeah. Azzi looked like she was about to throw up. And when Azzi didn’t say anything Paige just…slammed the door in her face.”

“Okay,” Nika began cautiously, “so Azzi left after they—” she hesitated, glancing around, “—you know. And when she came back, she saw Paige with someone else in her room?”

“Paige definitely made herself freak out because Azzi left,” Aubrey chimed in, her voice picking up speed as she worked through it, “but Azzi is upset because Paige started sleeping around again?”

“That’s what it sounds like,” Caroline said slowly. “Azzi probably thought Paige didn’t care. I mean, she comes back all excited, and then... that’s what she walks into? Of course she’d feel like she was just another hookup.”

With Caroline’s words, the puzzle finally clicked into place for the team. The fragmented bits of the story now became slightly whole. 

Ice was the first to speak, her arms crossing as she leaned back on the couch. “We just need to make them talk.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Aaliyah said, her tone cautious. “They both still seem really emotional. Forcing a conversation might just make things worse.”

“They aren’t even upset anymore,” Ice shot back quickly, shaking her head. “They both just walk around the suite like sad puppies at this point. They’re miserable, and we’re all stuck watching it. They literally just need to speak to each other, and I’m sure all of this can be solved.”

Finally, Ice shrugged, leaning back against the arm of the couch. “You know what? I’ll handle it. I live with them. When they’re both back in the suite later, I’ll make sure they talk.”

“You think that’ll work?” Aubrey asked skeptically.

“It’s better than just sitting here and doing nothing,” Ice said. “I’ll lock them in the same room if I have to.”

There was a mix of amused chuckles and wary glances around the room, but no one disagreed. If anyone could nudge Paige and Azzi toward finally talking, it was their third roommate.

…

Later that day, Azzi was in her room, the faint sound of music playing softly behind the closed door as she was reading a book. Ice was laying on the couch in the common area, idly scrolling on her phone, when she heard the door to the suite open.

Paige walked in, her steps slow, her eyes still slightly puffy from the tears she’d cried earlier. She didn’t look up as she moved toward her room, clearly hoping to slip in without being addressed.

Ice sat up fast, her voice bursting with fake excitement. “P Boogers I miss you!”

Paige paused, startled, but a small fond smile tugged at her lips as she slightly rolled her eyes. She turned to Ice, trying to match her energy, though it didn’t fully reach her eyes. “Hi, Isuneh. I miss you too.”

She made to continue toward her room, but Ice wasn’t having it. “Hey, hey, come here,” Ice called out, patting the couch beside her.

Paige frowned, confused. “What? Why?”

“Just do it,” Ice insisted with a grin that didn’t leave room for argument.

Still puzzled, Paige hesitated before sighing and walking over. She plopped down onto the couch, sitting at the edge as she glanced sideways at Ice.

“Good,” Ice said, clapping her hands together before standing up. “Stay right there. I’ll be right back.”

Before Paige could question her further, Ice headed to Azzi’s door. She knocked twice, then opened it without waiting for an answer.

“Yes?” Azzi’s voice was a bit flat, but Ice ignored the tone, walking in and grabbing her by the arm.

“Come on,” Ice said, tugging her toward the door.

Azzi frowned, resisting. “What are you doing?”

“Family meeting,” Ice said, her grip firm.

“Family meeting?” Azzi repeated, confused.

“Yes, and you’re coming,” Ice replied, dragging her out of the room despite her protests.

A moment later, Ice reappeared in the common area, Azzi in tow. She plopped Azzi down on the couch right next to Paige, who looked at her wide-eyed.

“Ice what are you doing?” Paige asked, her voice uneasy as her gaze darted between Ice and Azzi.

Ice grinned, crossing her arms and standing in front of them. “You two are gonna talk.”

Both Paige and Azzi started to protest at the same time, but Ice cut them off with a sharp look. “Nope. No excuses. You’re fixing this. Right here. Right now.”

Paige sighed heavily, crossing her arms. “Ice, we’re not just going to magically fix this because you say so.”

Azzi looked equally unimpressed, her arms folding across her chest. “For once in a while I agree with her.”

Ice rolled her eyes at their ridiculousness already, planting her hands on her hips. “Y'all are so damn stubborn. I’m not asking for magic, just a conversation. You’re still capable of that right? ”

Neither of them responded, the silence thick with unease.

“Fine,” Ice pressed, her tone firm. “Don’t talk, but you’re not leaving this couch until you do.”

Paige shifted uncomfortably, glancing quickly at Azzi, who stubbornly avoided her gaze. After a long pause, Azzi finally sighed and muttered, “Fine. I’ll talk. But I can’t do this with you here, Ice.”

Ice arched a skeptical brow. “Oh, sure. Because the second I leave, you’ll both magically become chatty besties?”

Azzi glared at her. “I’m serious. I’m not doing this with an audience.”

Paige chimed in softly, her tone more sincere. “Ice, it’s okay. We’ll talk. I promise.”

Ice’s gaze darted between them, her arms still crossed. “You better. Because if I come back and one of you is sulking in your room, I’m locking you both in the pantry.”

Azzi gave her an exasperated look, but Paige offered a small, reassuring smile. “We’ll talk,” she said again.

After a long moment of hesitation, Ice finally relented. “Fine,” she said, stepping back. “But don’t make me regret trusting you two, I’ll get hell if I don’t come back with results.”

She paused before leaving, “And don’t yell at each other. You both hate it and it leads to nothing.” 

Azzi muttered under her breath, “No promises,” earning a slight scoff from Paige, who crossed her arms but said nothing. 

With that, Ice retreated to her room, closing the door behind her. 

Once Ice left the silence hung between Paige and Azzi for a while, the suite so quiet they could hear the music coming from Azzi’s room. Paige was picking at her nails absentmindedly, her gaze unfocused as she tried to keep herself from spiraling being so close to Azzi. Beside her, Azzi sat quietly, her fingers subconsciously playing with her necklace, the motion almost automatic at this point.

After what felt like an eternity, Azzi finally broke the silence, her voice soft but cutting slightly. “You don’t have to sit here and pretend you want to talk to me P. It’s fine.”

Paige immediately looked up as if she was waiting for Azzi to speak first. Confused, she says, “Huh, what are you talking about?”

Azzi sighed, clearly already frustrated. She stared at the floor, avoiding Paige’s gaze. "Nothing, Paige. Nevermind.”

But the silence didn’t last long. Azzi’s tone changed, turning a little sharper, more pointed as she finally voiced the question that had been on her mind since she came back to Storrs. "Did you even get to clean the sheets before you had somebody else in your bed?"

Paige blinked, her eyes narrowing slightly, before her initial shock turned into something else—a mix of frustration and defensiveness. She didn’t want to engage in the hurtful back-and-forth, but the words spilled out before she could stop them. “I don’t know Azzi... maybe you would know if you cared to stick around to find out.”

The room fell quiet again, the jabs leaving an uncomfortable space between them that they clearly didn’t want. Neither of them moved, neither of them said anything at first, as though they were both waiting for the other to break the silence. Finally, Azzi’s voice broke through again, softer but no less pointed.

“Did it not mean anything to you Paige?” Azzi’s words were steady, almost too steady, but there was an underlying vulnerability to them.

Paige’s chest tightened, and she leaned back on the couch, rubbing her face with her hands, trying to gather her thoughts. She wasn’t ready for this conversation—not yet, so she played the confused card. “Did what not mean anything?” Her voice was weary, a little guarded, as she avoided looking directly at Azzi.

Azzi didn’t hesitate, her tone unwavering. “You immediately started sleeping around again. It was like you finally got me to sleep with you, and then I wasn’t a second thought anymore. Just like everybody else.” 

Paige’s jaw clenched, and she looked at Azzi, disbelief flickering in her eyes. “That’s ridiculous,” she said, her voice low but firm.

The silence stretched between them again before Paige let out a long, shaky sigh. She leaned forward, folding her arms across her chest, her gaze softening as she met Azzi’s eyes. “You left me,” she said quietly. 

Her chest tightened as she continued, the pain in her voice unmistakable. "The morning after Halloween, you were gone. No note, no message, nothing. You just disappeared like what happened didn’t matter at all to you!" Her voice was a little too loud. 

Azzi flinched, her eyes flickering with frustration as she said “Paige, stop yelling. We haven’t even started yet and you’re already yelling.”

Paige paused her tears threatening to spill again. She exhaled sharply, biting her lip, before letting out a deep sigh. The volume of her voice softened, but the hurt was still evident. “Do you know what that fucking felt like, Az?” Her voice was lower now, still raw but controlled. “To physically lay out your heart to someone... to try to be completely fucking vulnerable, and then wake up to nothing? To have someone vanish and act like it was all nothing? Like I didn’t mean anything to them?” 

Azzi opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. She swallowed hard, fighting back the lump in her throat. “That’s not what happened, Paige,” she said, her voice quieter now, trying to calm the tension between them.

Paige shook her head, disbelief flashing in her eyes. “That’s exactly what happened,” she countered. “You left. No explanation. Nothing. And then you came back and acted like nothing changed. Knocking on my door with this look on your face like you didn’t even care how you made me feel while you were gone.”

Azzi’s expression twisted, her own frustration building. “No, Paige! You treated me like I was just some random UConn slut you could forget about—” Her voice was sharp, echoing in the room, until Paige gave her a look that made her pause. Azzi’s face softened, and she exhaled shakily. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, glancing away. “I didn’t mean to yell.” She looked back at Paige, her eyes dark with emotion as she continued, her voice quieter. “You just... you made me feel like I didn’t matter.”

Paige’s confusion deepened, her brow furrowing. “Azzi, what are you talking about? I basically worshiped you that night” she said, her voice softer now but still filled with hurt.

She tried to explain, her voice almost shaking with emotion. “After we... After we slept together, and things got a little unclear, you just went right back to doing the same thing you always do. You slept with any girl who came your way, and I was just left there to watch, to hear it. It felt like I was nothing to you. Like I was some one-night stand you got bored with.”

“You ignored me for days, Azzi,” Paige’s voice cracked slightly, the pain evident in each word. “What was I supposed to think? Your phone was off. You didn’t send a single message telling me where you were or what was going on. You just left me hanging, and now you’re acting like it’s all on me?” Her breath came in shallow gasps as she spoke, the frustration of everything unresolved coming to a head.

Azzi opened her mouth to respond, but Paige wasn’t done. The words were spilling out now, a flood of everything she had been holding in. “I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t think, honestly. I woke up the next morning, and you were just gone. And for three days, you didn’t give me a single word. Not one thing to hold onto, or look forward to. What was I supposed to think?”

The words cut through the silence between them, each one a strike against the walls they’d been building around themselves. Azzi’s gaze flickered away for a moment, her chest rising and falling in slow, shaky breaths. She looked down, her voice small but steady as she spoke, barely above a whisper.

“I just needed time,” she said, her words full of vulnerability. “I needed time to think, to figure everything out. I didn’t know how to process what happened. I didn’t want to do anything rash.”

“How the hell was I supposed to guess that, Az?” Paige’s voice rose, her emotions spilling over. “You just vanished and didn’t think to tell me anything—not one hint of where your head was at. Was I supposed to just sit there waiting for you to come back with some grand explanation? How was I supposed to trust that you’d even come back with something?”

“Stop yelling,” Azzi said simply, her tone firm but not angry.

Paige sighed, running a hand through her hair as she leaned back on the couch, forcing herself to lower her voice. “I’m sorry…How was I supposed to know, Az? You left me to figure it out all on my own.”

Azzi’s eyes softened with regret as she let out a shaky breath. “I thought... I thought you’d trust me, P. I thought you’d understand that I needed space. I didn’t want to hurt you by saying the wrong thing, or worse, doing something I couldn’t take back.”

Paige’s tone softened, but the hurt was still evident in her words. “It’s hard to trust someone who walked out on you. How can I trust you when you just disappeared? You don’t do that to someone after they open up to you. You don’t vanish for days and leave them wondering if they ever meant anything to you.”

Azzi’s expression twisted, frustration mingling with sadness. “I was ready to talk when I got back home. I had it all figured out,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “But when I came back, you had some random girl in our suite, probably ready to fuck her. You didn’t even try to talk to me. So no, I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t even look at you after I saw that.”

The silence that followed was deafening, both of them sitting with the weight of the words they’d thrown at each other.

Paige finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know what else to do, Azzi. I didn’t know if you were coming back, if you even cared enough to try.”

Paige’s breath hitched as she continued, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked at Azzi. “I know I shouldn’t have done that, and I’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking. “It just felt like you didn’t care and that was the only thing I could come up with.”

Azzi finally glanced at Paige, the regret and longing in her eyes almost overwhelming. She hesitated before scooting closer, slowly reaching out to take Paige’s hand in hers, their fingers lacing together. The touch was hesitant but full of unspoken meaning.

“I cared,” Azzi whispered, her voice barely audible, a rawness to it that Paige had never heard before. “I cared so much that it scared me. Scared me not knowing where you stood, not knowing if I even meant anything to you. And for everything I did... I’m so sorry. For leaving you when you needed me. For making you cry, for making those beautiful blue eyes of yours look so sad. I hate that I did that to you.”

She paused, her voice trembling slightly as the words continued to spill out. “I’m sorry for all the snide remarks, the times I pushed you away when you were reaching out, for making you feel like you didn’t matter, when you meant everything to me. I’m sorry for every moment I made you feel small, when you’re anything but that. I promise you I never wanted to hurt you, Paige. I just... I was scared. And in all my fear, I made it so you were the problem, when it was never you.”

Azzi took a deep breath before speaking again, her voice laced with regret as she finally began telling Paige what happened. “I got up before you. I was planning on getting breakfast for us because I knew you were going to have a hangover.” She paused, looking down at their interlaced fingers, before continuing. “But when I was getting the food, I ran into one of your hookups. The one we ran into that night we were going to eat and you told her I was your girlfriend. So I guess to antagonize me she said something that... that reminded me of how much you’ve slept around. It... it scared me, Paige. It made me think about what happened between us, and I didn’t know what that night meant to you, what I meant to you. I didn’t know if I was going to be just another one night stand.”

Paige tried to speak but Azzi continued, “I guess she saw my initial reaction and decided to keep going. She asked if you were still as aggressive as you used to be and started rambling about all the things you did to her. I just..I felt so inadequate, Paige. I’ve never done any of that. I didn’t even know how to respond.”

Paige froze, her stomach sinking at the words. “She did what?” she breathed, shocked.

Azzi’s voice was barely a whisper now, and she looked away. “She said it casually, as if it was no big deal. But it made me think, made me question everything. It reminded me of how much you’ve been... you know, sleeping around, and how experienced you are, and it just… kinda hit me. That I’ve never done anything like that and I’m probably a lot more inexperienced than the other girls you’ve been with.” Azzi continues kind of rambling now, “I started to wonder if it was even good for you. If I did anything wrong. You didn’t even try anything like that with me. I don’t even know if you’re into that kind of thing with me and it was just too much, so I had to take some time to think and when I came back and saw someone in the suite it just made all those feelings resurface.”

Paige’s heart clenched painfully as the weight of Azzi’s words sank in. She reached out and grabbed Azzi’s jaw gently, urging her to look at her. “Azzi, I swear to you, I never meant for you to feel like that,” she said, her voice trembling with sincerity. “I didn’t know she said that. I didn’t even know you were... Fuck I’m so so sorry Az, I didn’t ever want to make you feel that way.”

Azzi’s eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t pull away. “It hurt, Paige,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “It really hurt. And I came back I had everything ready but you were–”

Azzi stopped, biting her lip as if trying to keep herself from falling apart. Instead, she took a deep breath and stood up. “Wait here,” she said softly before disappearing into her room.

Paige blinked, confused and concerned at the abruptness, her heart racing as she sat there waiting. When Azzi returned a few moments later, she was holding a crumpled up airport paper, covered in messy scribbles and arrows. 

Azzi handed it to Paige without a word, sitting back down as Paige unfolded it, her brows furrowing as she scanned the chaotic notes. “What...is this?”

“It’s a list,” Azzi said quietly. “I made it after… you know, that night. I was trying to calm myself down and prove that it wasn’t just some hookup for you, that it meant something more.”

Paige’s eyes darted over the napkin, trying to decipher the messy scrawl. Words and phrases jumped out at her. She kissed me, with an arrow towards for the second time in the corner of the napkin. Jealous at Ted’s but that one had a lot of question marks followed by she would’ve just told me which was crossed out with the words no she wouldn’t next to it. Other words Paige could clearly make out Teammates…felt too inanimate…the way she looked at me, which was underlined a few multiple times with the words think i’m delusional next to it. 

As Paige continues trying to decipher the napkin, realization dawns on her face. Her fingers slightly tighten around the paper as her chest tightens with emotion. The arrows connecting some points and scribbled-out words showed how much thought Azzi had put into it, even in her uncertainty.

“I had everything figured out,” Azzi said, her voice trembling. “I was ready to show you, to make you understand even if you weren’t ready, that it couldn’t have been just casual for you. It had to be something deeper. But then I saw her in your bed, and it all fell apart. God, Paige, I felt so stupid. Like I’d made everything up in my head.”

Paige stared at the napkin, guilt and heartbreak washing over her in waves. “Azzi…”

Azzi shook her head, looking away. “I cared so much about sleeping with you it scared me, Paige. And when I saw her, I just… I couldn’t do it anymore.”

Paige’s eyes filled with tears as she placed the napkin on the table and cupped Azzi’s face gently, urging her to look at her. “Azzi, I swear to you, I never meant for you to feel like that,” she said her, her voice quiet but steady. “I didn’t even know she said that. I didn’t even know you were…I wasn’t that way with you because you’re so much more than that to me Az. I never wanted you to feel like you were just another hookup. I knew it was your first time with a girl, and I just wanted to take everything slow. I wanted you to feel safe, to feel like it was okay to just feel everything and just…just be. I was trying to show you how much I cared that night, and I thought maybe... maybe that was the way to make you understand. But it wasn’t. I see that now.”

Azzi’s face softened as she absorbed Paige’s words. The tension between them seemed to ease just a little, but there was still a quiet sorrow in her eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a breath before speaking. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I never meant to make you feel alone, I know how hard that is for you. I was just so caught up in my own feelings, my own fear. I was so afraid of getting hurt that I couldn’t care about how anyone else felt.”

Paige reached out, cupping Azzi’s face gently in her hands again. She felt the weight of Azzi’s pain, the vulnerability in her touch, and it broke something inside her. “I understand,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I get it. I do. But you mean the world to me, Azzi. I never wanted to make you feel less than. I just wanted you to know how much I care, how much I need you.”

Azzi’s eyes fluttered open, locking with Paige’s, and she leaned into the touch, a tear slipping down her cheek. She didn’t say anything right away, just let the silence hang between them, the weight of everything they had just shared in the air. At that moment, words didn’t seem to matter as much as the quiet connection between them.

Paige pulled Azzi into a tight, much-needed hug. She buried her face in Azzi’s hair and whispered, “I’m so sorry Azzi.” Azzi squeezed her back, the tension in her body easing with every second. “I’m sorry too,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. The two of them sat in their embrace for a while, both of them making up for what they felt like was lost time. 

Ice’s door creaked open hesitantly. She hadn’t heard voices for some time, so she peeked out to check on the situation. Her eyes landed on Paige and Azzi wrapped in each other’s arms, their tears visible even from where she stood. A grin tugged at her lips as she then leaned against the wall.

“Okay thank god you figured it out,” Ice teased, crossing her arms. “I was starting to think I’d have to find a lock for the pantry. It was hard being a child of a divorced home.”

Azzi laughed through her tears, her face still pressed to Paige’s shoulder. “Shut up, Ice,” she said, her voice thick but light with humor.

Paige chuckled softly, finally pulling back just enough to wipe at Azzi’s damp cheeks. The warmth in her gaze made Azzi’s heartache in the best way.

Ice smirked, watching them for a moment longer before retreating back into her room, muttering something about how they better keep it down if there’s any more funny business around this house. Paige and Azzi exchanged a watery laugh, the tension between them finally broken.

…

Later that night, after showering and getting into her pajamas, Paige sat on her bed, the controller in her hands as she settled into her game for the first time in a while. She hadn’t felt in the mood to play in weeks, but tonight was obviously different.

Azzi walked into the room quietly, dressed in her pajamas and a bonnet. She stood by the door for a moment, hesitant, taking in the space that felt unfamiliar in this new version of them, something a little more than a friendship but not a relationship. She hadn’t been in Paige’s room like this—so casually, so unburdened—since October…since they slept together. It felt like the distance between them had changed everything, and for a second, she wasn’t sure how to exist in here.

But then she heard Paige mutter something incoherent at the game, followed by an exaggerated shout of frustration when she was killed. Azzi’s lips curled into a smile at the familiar sound. That was more like the Paige she knew. It made Azzi relax a little.

Azzi made her way over to the bed and sat down on the edge next to Paige, her body a little stiff at first. She wasn’t sure what to do with herself, what was ok to do and what wasn’t. But then, as she watched Paige continue to play, she cracked a joke, letting it slip out without thinking.

“Have you always been this bad, or is tonight just special?” Azzi teased, her voice light with amusement.

Paige paused the game immediately, her brow furrowing as she turned to face Azzi, an exaggerated look of disbelief on her face. “Excuse me? What did you just say?”

Azzi shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes still on her phone, scrolling absentmindedly. “Eh, just stating the obvious.”

Paige crossed her arms, trying to hold back a grin. “I’m being disrespected in my own room, this is crazy.” She said, her voice a little dramatic, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.

Azzi chuckled, and for a moment, the tension from the past few weeks seemed to slip away. The easy banter between them returned, small but meaningful, like they hadn’t spent any time apart. Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a warmth in her chest, the kind that came with knowing things were moving in the right direction.

Paige tilted her head, looking at Azzi. “You wanna play?”

Azzi looked up from her phone, her brow raising as if Paige had just asked her to solve all the world’s problems. “Me? Play? Are you crazy?” She shook her head. “I’ve never played before. And I’ve heard you, KK, and Ice yelling a little too much to know better.”

Paige shrugged, unfazed. “No big deal. You’ll like it.” She said as she tried to hand Azzi the controller.

Azzi hesitated, giving the controller a wary glance before reluctantly taking it. The second she started playing, Paige immediately realized how bad things were going to be. Within seconds, Azzi’s character on the screen was walking off of the building Paige had built, spinning in circles, and doing everything but what she was supposed to be doing.

“Azzi what the hell!” Paige burst out laughing as she watched the chaos unfold. “What are you even doing?!”

“I don’t know!” Azzi cried out, frantically mashing random buttons as her character continued to flail in every direction, shooting randomly here and there. She pushed Paige’s shoulder with a playful shove. “Shut up and help me!”

Paige tried to compose herself, still grinning as she pointed at the screen. “Okay, okay, see this button? That’s to move. And that one? That’s to aim. You’re just—” She dissolved into laughter again as Azzi’s character jumped straight towards someone shooting at her and immediately died.

Azzi groaned, pouting as she turned to Paige with a frown. “This isn’t funny! You’re supposed to be helping, not laughing at me.”

“I am helping!” Paige insisted through her giggles, her cheeks aching from how hard she was laughing. She reached over, guiding Azzi’s hands on the controller. “Look, just press this one and— no not that one!”

Azzi let out an exaggerated huff, dropping the controller onto her lap. “This is impossible. You’re a terrible teacher.”

“You’re just a terrible student,” Paige shot back, her grin widening.

At this, Azzi pouted harder, her lips pushing out in exaggerated frustration. Paige couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “Alright, alright, come here,” she said, scooting back on the bed to make room.

Azzi gave her a skeptical look but didn’t argue, sliding into the spot Paige had just been sitting in, directly in front of the TV. Paige scooted up behind her, settling comfortably as she wrapped her arms around Azzi to guide her hands on the controller.

Azzi stiffened at first, her body going rigid against Paige’s. Paige noticed immediately, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Relax, Az,” she said, her voice gentle, her breath warm against Azzi’s ear. “I’m not gonna bite, Just teaching you how to play the game I swear.”

Azzi huffed a small laugh, the tension easing out of her shoulders as she leaned back into Paige. “You better not,” she murmured, her tone lighter.

As Azzi settled into Paige’s hold, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze lingering on Paige’s face, which was now resting on her shoulder. Paige smirked, not even looking away from the TV. “Stop staring and focus on the game, Azzi.”

“I’m not staring,” Azzi muttered, rolling her eyes, though her cheeks warmed slightly.

“Sure you’re not,” Paige teased, her tone dripping with amusement. “This is why you’re so bad at the game—you’re too distracted by me so you aren’t listening to instructions”

Azzi scoffed. “Please, I’d be amazing if you weren’t breathing down my neck every two seconds.”

Paige chuckled, her voice low and playful. “You like it, don’t lie.”

Azzi tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of her lips twitched as she turned her attention back to the screen. “Whatever. Just show me which button I’m supposed to press.”

“Alright, I got this,” Paige said, her fingers wrapping around Azzi’s to guide her movements. As they moved, Paige’s fingers brushed over Azzi’s, each shift in position almost feeling intentional, like she was trying to distract her more than help with the game. “See? You press this one to jump. No, not that one—this one,” Paige corrected, her hand pressing lightly on Azzi’s, guiding her thumb to the correct button.

Azzi shot Paige a playful glare, her lips curling into a smile despite herself. “Are you just playing for me now?”

Paige didn’t even try to hide her grin. “You’re a terrible student, Azzi. What do you expect?” Her voice was teasing, but there was a warmth beneath it, the closeness between them now undeniable. She adjusted her grip on Azzi’s hands, their fingers interlacing as she continued to control the game for both of them.

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh at how effortlessly Paige took over. “You’re not even letting me play at this point. What’s the point of me being here?”

Paige’s fingers tightened around Azzi’s making sure she didn’t go anywhere, guiding them both. “You’re here to keep me entertained,” she teased. 

Azzi rolled her eyes, trying to focus on the screen, but her attention kept drifting to the feel of Paige’s hand in hers, the pressure of her touch. “I think you just like controlling things,” Azzi said, her voice softer now, with a hint of something more teasing underneath.

Paige smirked, her grip remaining firm as she helped Azzi push through the game. “You know I love being in control.” 

Azzi shifted, feeling the warmth of Paige’s chest against her back as she continued to play. “You’re really trying to get me flustered, huh?” Azzi teased, though the playful tone didn’t quite match the fluttering feeling in her stomach.

Paige’s chuckle was low and soft, her lips brushing against the side of Azzi’s neck as she continued guiding her hands. “If you’re flustered, then I’m doing something right.” She let out a light laugh when Azzi flinched slightly at the touch. “But you need to focus, Az. We’re trying to win here.”

Azzi, still caught in the tangle of their touch and the warmth of Paige’s breath, let out a small, involuntary laugh. “I’m trying, but it’s hard when you’re distracting me like this.”

Paige leaned in, her lips grazing Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “Then I guess you’ll just have to try harder, huh?”

As Azzi’s thumb pressed the button under Paige’s guidance, she couldn’t ignore the way her pulse quickened under Paige’s touch. “You’re insane,” Azzi muttered, but she didn’t pull away.

Paige’s smile deepened, the playful glint in her eyes never fading as she held Azzi’s hands in hers. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Azzi smirked, her voice light and teasing as she turned her head just enough for their faces to be dangerously close. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” she replied, her tone playful but with a hint of challenge. Her eyes locked with Paige’s, a subtle heat building between them. “But you’re starting a game that I was always better than you at,” she added, her words dripping with teasing confidence as she leaned just a little closer, her breath brushing against Paige’s skin.

Azzi’s smirk only deepened as she leaned back slightly, tilting her head just enough to make their lips almost touch. The tension in the air shifted, both of them clearly forgetting the game in favor of something else. Her voice dropped to a near whisper, sending a shiver down Paige’s spine. “I miss you, P. I’ve been replaying it in my head for weeks,” Azzi murmured, her fingers gently tracing over Paige’s fingers, the motion intentional and carrying an unmistakable double meaning.

Paige swallowed hard, her breath catching as Azzi’s words lingered in the space between them. Her heart raced, but she quickly detached herself from Azzi, leaning back and breaking the moment with a forced, lighthearted laugh. “Alright, I need to get away from Casanova here before I forget how to function,” Paige joked, trying to ease the tension as she put some space between them, though her smile betrayed her, a mix of amusement and something deeper still lingering in her eyes.

Azzi let out a soft sigh and rolled her eyes, clearly amused by Paige’s attempt to lighten the mood. Without saying another word, she grabbed her book from the bedside table and settled comfortably into Paige’s bed, leaning back against the pillows as she opened it to the page she had left off on.

Paige glanced over at her, a smile tugging at her lips as she started the game again, the sound of the controller clicking in the quiet room. Every now and then, she’d catch a glimpse of Azzi’s relaxed posture, her head slightly tilted down as she read, and the small sense of comfort that filled the space between them was nice to have again. 

After a while, because Paige really was rusty, she finally won a round of Fortnite, she threw the controller onto the bed with a triumphant “Victory!” She turned around, expecting to see Azzi’s usual playful smirk, but instead, Azzi was fast asleep, her body sprawled across the bed. The sight of her like this—calm, peaceful, unguarded—struck something in Paige. She hadn’t seen Azzi like this in a while, and it warmed her more than she expected.

Paige smiled softly to herself, a little bittersweet. After turning everything off she carefully climbed into bed, trying not to wake Azzi, but the moment she settled in, Azzi instinctively shifted closer, snuggling into her side like it was the most natural thing in the world. Paige smiled again, a real, gentle smile, her heart fluttering at the simple act of them being close again.

The room was quiet for a while, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of Azzi’s breathing. Paige felt herself drifting to sleep for the first time in a while, feeling the weight of everything they’d been through slowly melting away, replaced by the comfortable warmth of having Azzi beside her again. Just as she was about to fall asleep, Azzi’s soft voice broke the silence.

“Thank you for the necklace,” Azzi whispered, her voice barely audible. Paige’s chest tightened at the sincerity behind the words.

Paige smiled, her eyes still closed, and whispered back, her voice soft with affection. “You’re welcome.”

A small moment of silence passed between them as they both settled into the shared space of the bed. They weren’t together—not yet—but there was a quiet understanding between them. They weren’t rushing anything. They would work on it slowly but surely until they were ready. It felt like progress, even without words.

Just as they settled into a peaceful sleep, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hall. Ice, who had been passing by, peeked in and caught a glimpse of the two of them. She paused for a moment, watching as Paige and Azzi snuggled so naturally together. She smiled to herself, happy for them, before snapping a quick picture, closing the door and walking down the hallway to send the picture in the groupchat.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

"I don't enjoy solitude."

I was thinking about this line and I find the context of it really interesting because on the surface it suggests that Echo doesn't like being by himself, which is true, but the conversation wasn't about Echo being alone. Omega was asking him if he wanted to join in with some meditation, and that's when Echo said he doesn't like solitude. It isn't just being by himself physically. It's being left alone with his own thoughts that really gets to him.

And it's so much of why Echo never sits still. He's always with someone or doing something because it's how he escapes being inside his own head. The only time I can think of where Echo is just sat by himself, not actively doing something, is here

And it's not exactly giving "yay fun happy Echo times". It's more "depressed and thinking about all of his dead brothers times."

This is why he's always doing something. Not just to save his brothers but because the one thing Echo can't do is sit still and do nothing. He can't retire, he can't go and live a chill life on Pabu because this man hasn't found a way to temper his own thoughts. He just keeps going and going and going because stopping means confronting what's in his head and he is undoubtedly going to spiral.

And I think that's partly why Hunter is a little hesitant about Echo staying in the Rebellion. It isn't just about the fact that the Empire is too powerful, or that Echo has a chance of being KIA, it's also about the fact that Echo will just run himself into the ground. There's only so long he can keep it up for and one day he's going to hit his limit.

I don't know what the end is for Echo. The only way he's going to kick his feet up and retire is when he actually heals enough to not go into a depressive episode or a panic attack every time he isn't distracted. Yes, Echo is better than he was when he was first rescued, but realistically this man has done almost fuck all actual processing of anything he's gone through.

Because it terrifies him.

And that's so valid. But when everyone in the fandom is trying to work out where he is or what happens to him, I genuinely don't know. I strongly believe he will stay in the fight for as long as he can. But how his story ends? I can't say.

Edit: I want to clarify that I don't think Echo is only in the fight purely as an escape mechanism. I just think it'd definitely a big player in why he never seems to stop.

[bloodmoonmuses]

translation: i love you. | mark lee

genre: mark lee x reader, college au (not that important for the context tbh), friends to lovers, fluff, drabble (900 words)

summary: your friends referred to you as the mark lee interpreter. you weren't sure why, but you understood him- even the words he didn't say.

warnings: none!

To many, you were known as the Mark Lee Interpreter. Such was usually said in jest, but you couldn’t help the pride that swelled in your chest when the moniker was bestowed upon you. Sure, the guy rambles a bit, but if you listen- really listen- he has quite a beautiful outlook on the world. 

You and Mark usually conversed in motion. You’ve divulged your deepest secrets to him while on aimless walks. You’ve cracked your wisest jokes to one another while biking. You’ve had entire conversations through your eyes while dancing in grimy bars.

Now was no different, though a more chill variation. It’s Spring, so the two of you are taking a stroll in between classes. The sun knocks the chill off an otherwise too-chilly day, its rays falling on your face like a smattering of kisses. Spring isn’t in its picturesque stage quite yet. The stasis of winter still lingers, trees barren and skies grayish amidst the light that peeks through the cloud coverage. It’s calming.

There’s a creek that runs through the center of campus, a little bridge arching over the widest part. This is where you stood now, watching the water trickle over stones. 

“I think about rocks a lot,” Mark says out of nowhere. (Translation: Nature is so beautiful- even the most mundane and minute aspects of it. Even the parts that people forget. I think about forgotten things a lot, like rocks.) You believe it. Mark thinks a lot about a lot of things.

“They’re, like, soooo varied. Y’know?”

You do know. Large rocks. Mountainous rocks. Boulders. Stones. Pebbles. There are many types of rocks. “The ones in the creek look super smooth. It’s… hypnotizing.” Mark speaks as though he’s constantly in amazement, or on the brink of an epiphany. He’s the embodiment of potential, of the hypothetical, of what could be. You think a lot about what you and Mark could be. 

Of the many possibilities, you conclude that as long as some form of togetherness is involved, you’d be anything for him.

“I think about water a lot,” you respond. 

“What’s your favorite kind of water?” (Translation: Indulge me. How intently do you think about the minutiae of the world? Are you as crazy about water as I am about rocks?)

“Hm,” you say. “Good question. No one’s ever asked me that.” You assume he’s asking you to identify a particular body of water as your favorite. A memory comes to mind. 

It was the summer after freshman year. You and Mark went to the beach everyday together.  You think of the chilly water that rolled over your toes in the waking moments of dawn. You think of how beautiful the sunrise looked reflected on the ocean. You think of Mark waking up with you, despite not being a morning person. That wasn’t your favorite type of water, no. You specifically liked the sea water that danced on the ends of Mark’s hair. The drops that traveled down the follicle, forming shimmering beads, and dripped onto the sand below. You made a game of watching and counting them that summer. (The highest you got was 47.) 

You’re not sure how to consolidate this memory into a sentence that doesn’t sound absolutely insane. You decide to omit the thought entirely. A conversation for a different day, you suppose. 

“The ocean. Cliche, I know,” you say. Mark nods to himself, then hums.

The creek beneath you harmonizes with Mark’s humming. He begins walking again, taking your hand in his. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary for your friendship, but it makes your heart do this twisty thing you can’t quite place. It was the one action of his you couldn’t interpret. Mark doesn’t make a big deal about it, nor does he discuss the matter afterwards. It was almost like he was entitled to your hand, clasping his calloused fingers around yours without a second thought.

You’ve never actually looked at your intertwined hands before. The first time he grabbed it (during one of those days on the beach), Mark acted so nonchalant. You figured the gesture didn’t mean much to him. You were scared that, if provided with a visual, you’d never stop thinking about his stupid hands. 

This time, you allow yourself a peek. The cuff of Mark’s jacket hangs over his fingers, and he squeezes your hand when he realizes you’re looking. (Translation: You’re finally acknowledging this. Are you here? Can you feel me?) 

Your hand is getting sweaty. You pull away to wipe it on your jeans.

Mark can’t believe you’re nervous right now. You’re never nervous around him. The two of you have become accustomed to the wordless ease of your relationship.

Mark’s eyeing you again. You pretend you can’t see him in your peripheral vision. It doesn’t work. “Nervous?”

“Not even a little bit,” you say defiantly. You snatch his hand back into yours as if to prove your point. However, this only does the opposite as you begin to literally tremble.

“You’re so funny,” says Mark, running his thumb over the back of your hand. He slowly lifts your hand to his mouth, but he doesn’t kiss it. He simply presses your knuckles to his lips, maintaining eye contact while he does so. Your breath hitches.

“Mark-” is all you manage to say. You can’t meet his eyes, so you look at your conjoined hands as they swing between the two of you. Elation radiates off Mark’s skin. He’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Your hand is so warm,” Mark says. (Translation: I love you.) 

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! thanks for reading!

[nelle-y]

A love story told through voicelines (Bonus Character Story!)

C/W: MDNI!, Diluc x GN!Reader, long intro, soft dom!Diluc, slow pacing, aftercare, mild praise, oral (reader receiving), penetrative sex, hair pulling (Diluc), Diluc is a whimpering mess, deep emotional connection, established feelings, not proofread

Word count: ≈2.8k

Note: first time writing smut omg did I do a good job?

I recommend reading part 5 of this series first so you can have full context!

(You and Diluc) Character story: What about us?

You were back at the manor now, emotions still lingering from what you heard. Diluc was with you, preparing a drink in the kitchen. You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as he worked with quiet precision. His crimson hair fell slightly into his eyes, the soft glow of the lantern light giving him an almost ethereal quality. It struck you how at home he looked here—how natural he was in the space that once felt so foreign to you after leaving.

“Your favorite,” he said without looking up. His voice was low and familiar, a sound that wrapped around you like a warm embrace. “I thought you might need something to settle your nerves. All that running must have tired you out,” he chuckled.

How was it that he could still read you so effortlessly? “Thank you,” you murmured, taking the cup he offered. His hand brushed against yours for the briefest moment, sending a spark up your arm.

The two of you stood there for a while, neither speaking, the silence between you heavy but not uncomfortable. You let the chill of the drink seep into your hands, grounding yourself for the conversation you knew had to happen.

Finally, you broke the silence. “Diluc…”

He glanced up at you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that never failed to catch you off guard. “Yes?”

“What happens now?” The question hung in the air, fragile yet heavy with meaning. “With us, I mean. What are we to each other?”

His brows furrowed slightly, and he set his own drink down on the counter. “I’ve been thinking about that too,” he admitted. “I don’t want us to go back to how things were before,” he continued after a moment. “I don’t want to be the person who pushes you away because of my own fears. But I also don’t want to rush into something we’re not ready for. I want us to build something… real.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in your chest. “But what does that mean for us now? Are we starting over? Or picking up where we left off?”

He stepped closer to you, his presence filling the space between you. “We can’t go back to where we were,” he said softly. “And I don’t want to pretend that the things that happened—the mistakes we made—never existed. I want to move forward with you, but I want to do it right this time.”

“Right,” you echoed, searching his eyes. “That sounds… safe.”

His lips curved into the faintest smile. “In a way, yes.”

You set your drink on the counter, your hands shaking slightly for no apparent reason. “I don’t want safe, Diluc,” you said, your voice trembling but resolute. “I want you. All of you. Even the parts that scare you to show me.”

His breath hitched at your words, and for a moment, the mask he so often wore slipped away entirely. “You have me,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve always had me. But I want to make sure you’re ready too. I don’t want to hold you back, or… suffocate you.”

You took a step closer, the distance between you shrinking until there was barely a breath of space left. The air between you crackled with tension, heavy with unspoken words and the ache of all that had been left unsaid. “You don’t suffocate me,” you said firmly. “You challenge me. You make me want to be better. And yes, sometimes you frustrate me to no end. But that’s what makes this worth it. You’re worth it.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, his crimson eyes searching yours as if trying to memorize every detail of your face. The vulnerability in his gaze was raw, unguarded—a side of him he rarely let anyone see.

Slowly, his hand lifted, fingers brushing against your cheek in a touch so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine. His thumb traced a soft line along your skin, as though grounding himself in the moment.

“Say it again,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.

“Say what?” you whispered, though you already knew the answer.

“That I’m worth it,” he breathed, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “Because I need to hear it.”

“You are worth it,” you said, the words spilling out like a vow, your voice trembling with emotion. “You’re worth everything.”

His breath hitched, and before you could say anything more, he closed the final distance between you. His lips captured yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle—it was desperate, unrestrained, and overflowing with everything he had been holding back. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an apology, a confession, and a plea all at once.

You gasped against his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders as if to anchor yourself in the intensity of it. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck while his other settled on your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you in that moment, bathed in the warm glow of the lantern light.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads still pressed together as you tried to steady yourselves. His fingers lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen.

It was then silent as you both took in the flavor of that kiss. “Ah—“ Diluc pulled back, face flushed from either embarrassment or the heat of the moment. You couldn’t tell. All you knew was that he looked enchanting. “I’m sorry, that was… very sudden.”

“No, no! It was…” you urged him closer to you. “Do it again, please.” Your voice was nothing less of a breath. It was strange how relieving it felt—how natural. Maybe you’ve been wanting to do it for a while, who knows?

Diluc’s eyes widened at your words, his expression wavering between surprise and something softer, deeper. His gaze searched yours for any trace of uncertainty, but all he found was quiet sincerity. Slowly, his lips parted as if to say something, but no words came. Instead, he let his actions speak.

With a gentleness that contrasted the fervor of the first kiss, he leaned in once more. His hand, still resting on your cheek, tilted your face slightly upward, and the touch of his lips was soft this time—tender and deliberate. It was no longer an overflow of emotion but rather a conversation without words, each press of his lips telling you how much he had been holding back, how deeply he felt, and how much he wanted this—wanted you.

Your hands slid from his shoulders to the nape of his neck, fingers gracing the ends of his hair as you melted into him. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, the rest of the world fading into nothingness. There was only the warmth of his embrace, the quiet rhythm of your shared breaths, and the unspoken promise that lingered between you.

Caught in the flow of the moment, your hands slip to the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his soft locks. On instinct, you gave a little tug—and his response was immediate. Diluc stifled a low, unguarded groan against your lips. The sound was quiet, yet it sent a shiver through you. It was unexpected, raw, and utterly intoxicating—for both of you.

You broke off the kiss, though keeping your lips almost touching. “Are you okay? Did you not like that?”

“I…” Diluc thought for a moment, then chuckled against your neck. “My, you’ve got me feeling so many things. I did like it… strangely.”

“Should I do it again?” The question was blatant, casual yet expecting. You lifted his face to meet yours. “Upstairs, maybe?”

Diluc’s crimson eyes widened for a moment before his expression softened, his lips twitching upward in the faintest of smiles. “Upstairs… you really are bold,” he murmured, the faint blush on his cheeks deepening.

You tilted your head, teasingly brushing your fingers over his jawline. “So, is that a yes, or do you need me to convince you a little more?”

He quivered slightly, and he cleared his throat, trying to maintain some composure. “I wouldn’t mind being… convinced.” His words were soft, and yet you could hear the unspoken excitement beneath them.

You grinned and leaned closer, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, “Then let’s take this somewhere a little more private.”

He hesitated only a moment before nodding, his gloved hand finding yours as you led him toward the staircase. The tension in the air thickened with every soft footfall, anticipation buzzing between you both like an unspoken promise.

—

Your breath was hot above him, bouncing off of Diluc’s skin as he groaned near your ear. It started with his shirt, then yours, followed by his unbuckled pants and the rest of what clothed you, until the cold Mondstadt air enveloped your bodies with chills that shook your chest.

Diluc’s gaze traced every curve of your body, reverence flickering in his wine-red eyes. His breath hitched, his gloved hands twitching at his sides as if torn between the desire to touch and the overwhelming awe that rooted him in place. The flickering candlelight cast golden shadows across your skin, and for a moment, he simply drank you in—each delicate contour, each rise and fall of your chest.

His lips parted slightly, though no words came, only the quiet shudder of his breath as his fingers finally found your waist, gliding hesitantly over your skin as if committing every inch of you to memory. His usual composure had crumbled, replaced by something raw, something utterly devoted.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, almost breathless, as though the words themselves were too small to capture the admiration in his voice. His grip tightened, pulling you impossibly closer, his gaze locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that had ever truly mattered.

With a kiss, he carried you below him, touch so gentle you could tell he was afraid you’d break. He settled himself between your legs, lips hovering over yours for just a moment longer, as if savoring the way your breath mingled with his. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he trailed downward, his touch featherlight yet searing. Every kiss, every brush of his fingertips, sent a current of heat pooling deep within you—an unspoken promise in the way he worshipped your body with fervor.

“Diluc…” His name comes out as a little more than a breath, but he hears it loud and clear. His warm sigh ghosts over your skin, each exhale carrying a mix of restraint and veneration. It’s unsteady—hot, heavy, betraying the calm façade he always wears.

“May I?” He spoke, sultry, soft, lavish with no end. You nod through parted lips, chest rising and falling from desperation.

He starts at your thigh, the first letter of his name traced with the softest brush of his lips.

D.

His tongue follows next, slow and deliberate, gliding across your skin in a path downward. It’s warm, tasting, savoring—like he’s memorizing the very essence of you.

I.

A sigh slips from your lips, unbidden, sweet and breathless. The sound is quiet yet electric, the kind of thing that sends a shiver through him, the kind that makes him ache with the need to hear more.

L.

His hands tighten, fingertips pressing against your skin, as though grounding himself in the moment. His pace never quickens—no, he’s patient, methodical, teasing. Every touch, every lingering kiss builds, anticipation curling through you like a slow-burning ember.

U.

And then—

C.

Your palms tug as his roots as waves build up within you, and crashing down with every breath you release. He feels you pulsing around his fingers, his tongue discerning every pulse you lay upon him. A deep hum vibrates against your skin, his lips curling into something between a smirk and a sigh. You arch, his name falling from your lips once more, and this time, he answers not with words, but with devotion.

He keeps his mouth against your center, only latching out once your breathing settles. You run your fingers through his hair as he lays his cheek against your thigh. Diluc grew starstruck, his eyes tracing over every inch of you with something akin to reverence. His breath, still uneven, fanned across your skin as he remained there, lingering as if he never wanted to part from you.

He let his fingers ghost over your hip, mapping the warmth of your skin, memorizing the way you trembled under his touch. His usual composure was gone, stripped away by the intimacy of the moment, leaving behind only raw admiration—devotion painted across his face as if you were something sacred.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured at last, voice low and laced with something deeper than desire. It was worship, pure and unfiltered. His thumb traced absent patterns against your stomach, his lips parting as if he had more to say but found himself lost in the sight of you.

“C’mere,” you reach your arms out to embrace him. He didn’t hesitate, shifting up to meet you as you pulled him into your embrace. The heat of your bodies melded together as you settled atop him, feeling the way his chest rose and fell beneath you, still unsteady from his devotion moments ago.

But the second your hand wandered lower, brushing against his arousal, a sharp gasp broke from his lips. His head tilted back, a deep moan spilling from his throat, raw and unrestrained. His back arched instinctively, his hands gripping your waist as if he didn’t know whether to still you or pull you closer.

“Y-you—” His voice faltered as you did it again, the friction stealing his breath.

You leaned in, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Relax, love.”

And yet, relaxation was the last thing he could manage when you finally took him in. His hands trembled where they held you, his breath ragged as you sank down onto him. A strangled moan tore from his throat, his fingers pressing deep into your skin as he struggled to hold himself together.

At first, your movements were slow, teasing, drawing out his pleasure with a softness that had him unraveling under you. But soon, that tenderness gave way to something more desperate. More demanding. Your pace quickened, rocking against him with an intensity that left him gasping, moaning, hands tightening on your hips as he tried to ground himself in the sensation of you.

His voice was a beautiful mess—breathless, deep, and utterly lost in pleasure. Every time you moved, he keened beneath you, his moans broken, needy, completely unlike the composed man the world knew him as.

“Please—” The word came out as a gasp, his head falling back, exposing the pale column of his throat to you.

“Feels good?” You teased, though your own voice trembled, your body tingling with heat.

He barely managed to nod before his grip tightened, his hips stuttering up into yours, desperate to meet your movements. The pace grew erratic, pleasure consuming you both until all that was left were gasps, moans, and the sound of skin meeting skin in the dimly lit room.

And when it was over—when you both lay spent, tangled together, breathless and trembling—Diluc pulled you close, pressing a kiss against your temple. His fingers traced gentle circles against your back, grounding you, soothing you.

“This is the part where you need me,” he murmured, voice still hoarse from everything you had pulled from him. His body was still warm, his breath fanning against your hair as he pressed lazy kisses to your forehead, your temple, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Are you alright?” he asked after a moment, voice still thick with exhaustion yet laced with unmistakable concern.

You hummed, pressing a soft kiss against his collarbone. “More than alright.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him, and you could feel the way his chest rumbled beneath you. “Good.” His hands continued their slow, soothing strokes along your back, fingers tracing gentle patterns as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you in this moment.

And as the night stretched on, you remained wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside fading away until all that was left was the quiet sound of your heartbeats, steady and in sync.

—end—

Note: would I write smut again? Idk tbh my digital footprint is already pretty wild