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#ffxiv#oc: eyrie kisne#dawntrail spoilers#mostly just location spoilers#idk i had this location + vague idea for a hot minute so i went and did it#i should have a gpose tag#i am. more fond of them looking at them now than i did a minute ago lmaoooo#im easing myself back into gposing but it's been. a time#anyway im going back to HW
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what a girl wants | park jisung (m)
synopsis after tapping out early into your first-time, jisung refuses to be a fool in front of you again. gathering reinforcements, he arms himself in preparation to please you when the next time comes for you both to be intimate. and boy, does he learn a lot.
genre nonidol!au (inexperienced!jisung x experienced!reader), fem!reader, mature (smut), and established relationship
minors dni, please ! (nsfw tags under the cut)
content probably needs another proof read, men explaining sex, multiple scenes of ji lasting a millisecond (jk, jk), pet-names (pretty, babe, baby), reader naturally takes on a bit of a dominate role, brief missionary, cunniligus, overstimulation, hair-pulling, unprotected probone, even more missionary, ear play + sucking, creampie, and a tiny off-hand joke about dh offering to fawk jisung
word count 6k
authorâs note listen, ik virtually everyone came out of tds3 loving chenle (rightfully so) but personally, iâve been on jisung timing since my stop teehee đ€
I. ACT ONE
Jisung had dreamed of this moment much more than heâd care to admit to. You both had been dating for nearly a year and had yet gotten to the point of stark intimacy, well, until now.
It was breathtaking really, seeing you under him. He couldnât believe this was his reality, that you were actually doing this with him. That was all he could think about when you first initiated it. He let you take the lead, per usual, but this time it reached a point where he was eager to agree when you asked if he was ready.
Though, at this moment, he was coming to regret that excited confirmation he had delivered earlier.
âOh,â you verbalized from the junction of Jisungâs neck following the sudden stall in his movements. âDid youâŠ?â
A faint whimper escapes from Jisungâs lips, visibly coming down from his evident climax. You watch as Jisungâs eyes flutter open, his face soon contorting into a look of sheer horror, dropping his head to where your bodies met to witness the scene completely for himself.
âOh my godâŠâ he mumbles in what you read as bewilderment, his head snapping back to speak to you.
â___, I am so sorry.â Jisung sputters out immediately.
A fond laugh fights its way through you, and you shake your head to mask it away. âNo, no. Itâs okay, JiââŠâ
You try to comfort him, but his flushed face remains puffy with frustration. Your hands that come to coddle his bloated cheeks do little to soothe his nerves. Jisung huffs, undoubtedly upset with himself.
âHey, look at me.â You urge his gaze to meet your own, he finds your eyes soft and a tender smile playing at your lips. Jisung finds his heart rate slowing at this, the pad of your thumb that smoothes over his tense jaw aiding in his relaxation.
âWe can stop, if you want?â
Jisung inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if once he opens them back up that this moment will have never happened. But youâre still there, waiting patiently for his answer.
He thinks for a moment. There was a thought that spoke to him, to keep going as he knew how long you both had waited for this night. But the weight of his reality felt like it was physically crushing him too much to listen.
âUh, yeah. I think thatâd be bestâŠâ He answers meekly and you reluctantly nod.
His room falls silent besides from the rustling of you assisting him with pulling out and the bed creaking under his weight as he plops in the spot next to your body. You regretfully sit up after only experiencing time on your back momentarily, sparing a solemn look to Jisung whoâs large hands hide his face.
âYou okay?â Your voice is gentle as you probe him.
Jisung clears his throat, revealing his face briefly when he sits up on his elbows to address you. Itâs painted a furious pink from what you assume is his embarrassment and shimmers with sweat. âYeah, I justâuhâ need a minute.â
Understanding of him, you decide to slip away to handle yourself. âOkay, well, Iâll be in the bathroom.â
âMhm.â Jisung nods, watching you intently as you slide from the mattress, grabbing his once discarded tee, and trail to the nearby bathroom before disappearing behind the door.
His body meets his bed again with a thud, shielding his hot face away with his hands once again.
II. JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE
It takes a number of business days before Jisung can even work up the courage to see you in person, let alone mention what had transpired that night. The memory had been gnawing away at him since, every time he blinked, or tried to sleep, your nonplus reaction to his âprematureâ arrival was all he could see.
There was no way he could bring it up in conversation just yet⊠at least not to you.
âYou what?!â Renjun exclaims in absolute horror.
âHe lasted thirty seconds!â Chenle gleefully responds for Jisung, still coming down from the belly-splitting laughing fit he had just went through before informing Renjun.
Brazenly (and stupidly), Jisung had decided he was fed up with his set of circumstancesâ trusting his best-friend and roommate, Chenle, with the information that had landed him in this unfortunate position.
But very quickly, he realized just how much of a mistake that was.
Jisung sighs frustratedlyâ sparing the brunette a piercing glare before angling his attention back to Renjun, âIt was more like a minute and a halfâŠâ
âOh, Jisung, thatâs still not good.â Renjun comes over, slowly sitting on the opposite side of his junior.
âI know.â Jisung physically slumps in his spot, a cutesy pout on his face.
A tight-lipped, earnest smile graces Renjunâs face and he places a comforting hand on Jisungâs shoulder. âDid you at least help her?â
Jisung asks blankly, confused. âWith what?â
Renjun pauses alongside Chenle, both of them sharing a horrified look while Jisung looks between them like a neonate dear.
âYou didnât help her?!â Chenle screeches, eyes bulging and eyebrows angled in complete confusion.
âDo what?!â Jisung bellows, now frustrated.
âJisung, even I know what youâre supposed to do for your girlfriend in the event you.. finish earlyâŠâ Renjun voices deeply and careful enough for his friendâs digestion.
Jisung pauses for a moment, picking apart Renjunâs words before making a face of understanding.âIâ oh, well she said sheâd take care of it!â
âStill,â Renjun sighs, taking a moment to calm himself. âyouâre supposed to offer, man.â
âIâve got to tell Mark about thisâŠâ Chenle shakes his head, already typing in the group chat.
III. SECOND OPINION(S)
âDudeâŠâ
Markâs face is twisted in an expression Jisung can only decipher as disbelief, a common emotion heâs encountered since filling in his friend group on his situation.
âI know, I know. Itâs not a good look.â
Donghyuck scoffs amusedly, having stopped in on the conversation after overhearing the absurd topic. âItâs an awful look, actually. How do you cum in thirty seconds without getting your girl off after?â
âIt wasnâtââ Jisung sighs, gathering himself. âI donât know. I have no idea what Iâm doing.â He recedes, sinking into the material of the couch that supported him, Mark, and Jaemin.
âWell, ___ knows this, right?â Jeno pipes from beside Donghyuck after remaining silent the whole debriefing session.
Jisung shifts in his spot, shrinking from the burning gazes of his friends as they wait for him to overshare. âYeah, I mean, we talked about it before. But she has experience, andâ I dunnoâ I thought Iâd at least do okayâŠâ
âAh, Jisung. No ones ever perfect doing anything for the first time.â Jaemin plants a rather rough yet consoling pat on the youngerâs back.
âI was.â Donghyuck interjects, a smug look on his face while shrugging his shoulders.
Renjun scoffs, shoving the back of the formerâs head from his positioningâ leaning over the same couch Donghyuck happened to be sprawled across. âYou cried.â
âAht!â Donghyuck rubs his head, snapping around to correct his friend. âThat was the second time!â
Mark sighs deeply, drawing the attention away from his friendsâ squabble. âJisung, have you both talked about it since?â
Jisung anxiously plays with his ear, pouting. âWell, no, even if I wanted to I just donât know what Iâd sayâŠâ It was a true concern for him. He had muddled over the scenario in his about a dozen times at this point, and every time he couldnât find the appropriate words to say to youâ even if you werenât even really there.
âSorry for only lasting thirty seconds?â Chenle wickedly suggests, earning yet another warning glare from Jisung.
âOu, if you donât know how to say it, you could always get a cake!â Donghyuck piles on, promptly earning another wack to his headâ this time Jeno is the unamused culprit.
âLook, next time you see her, just be honest.â Jaemin advises, effectively drowning out the whining of his battered friend who claimed Chenle deserves the lashings because he commented first.
Jisung nods, considering it but not with another issue forming in his mind. âOkay, well⊠what about⊠you know...â
âThe sex?â A handful of them chime in response.
The younger boyâs lips form a tight, shy line, obviously still finding the topic a bit taboo. âYes, yesâ that. What am I supposed to do? I donât want a repeat of last timeâŠâ
âJust watch a bunch of porn, thatâs what I did.â Donghyuck recommends, still testing his luck.
Exhausted, Renjun simply lets his eyes pierce into the back of his friendâs head for a moment before sighing.
âHow about we donât do that and just give you some pointers, hmm?â
Jisung claps his hands together, liking that nugget of advice way more than Donghyuckâs, who sits offended, tongue infamously poking his cheek.
âOkay, sounds good.â
IV. H.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101
Now, when Jisung was told that everyone would be meeting in he, Chenle, and Renjunâs shared living room to âgive him pointersâ, he didnât necessarily expect to be surrounded by his friends while his television displayed a slide show.
Surprisingly, Donghyuck ran the operation with his laptop perched on the armrest on the opposite couch, even after his treatment the other night.
âAlright, Jisung, welcome to how to please and satisfy your girl 1-0-1!â Donghyuck stands at the center of the room, gesturing towards the screen that projects the title âH.T.P.A.S.Y.G 101ââ along with throwaway stock photos of couples experiencing varied emotions.
âWoah. Did you make this?â Jisung voices, foolishly impressed with his friendâs set-up.
Donghyuckâs facials drop, âNo. It was already a template on Canva.â He deadpans while Jisung makes a motion of understanding.
Collectively, his friends blink ludicrously at Jisungâs naĂŻvetĂ©. âHe made it, Jisung-ieâŠâ Jaemin clarifies slowly.
âAh,â the latter nods, embarrassment creeping up his skin.
Donghyuck shakes his head before putting the attention back on the screen where he flips to the next slide, automatically does Jisung pull out his phone to retain the coming information.
âOkay, first rule, donât come in thirty seconds.â
A cacophony of snickers and tittering emerge from the group at Jisungâs expense.
âIâ how long are you guys gonna run with this?â Jisung cringes, regretting all over again even including the detail of his duration.
The man in the center staggers back into his spot, pretending to wipe away fallen tears. âIâm sorry itâs too funnyâŠâ
âNow! It may seem hard but the last thing we want is a redo of what happened last time, yes?â Jisung nods shamefully, lips tight.
âNext rule, be a giver. Down the line you can find out whether or not she prefers it but to start, you wanna take charge and get your girl off.â
Jisung hums, his focus being the ever growing list on his phone-screen. Curious, Jeno peers over at him.
âAâare you seriously taking notes?â He furrows his brows at the open tab in Jisungâs notes app.
âHey, heâs a diligent learner!â Donghyuck waves a warning finger towards Jeno before turning to reassure Jisung. âDonât worry, Jisung, the best students study.â
He addresses his older friendâs defense of him briefly, already having questions about the lesson. âWhen we say⊠get her offâ what do you mean?â
âEat her out, Jisung.â Chenle interjects flatly.
âOh.â Jisungâs head bobs slowly. âAnd how do I do that?â
The âteacherâ sucks his teeth, âChrist, do we have to teach you everything?â
Jisung just blinks in response, earning a tired sigh from Donghyuck, âIâll send you some material after class.â
âOkay.â Jisung nods.
âThird rule! Take it slow. Kind of ties back into rule one but can be used elsewhere. Listen, I know youâre a bit of a fumbling mess but at least try and make it seem like you know what youâre doing.â
Despite the directed jab, Jisung continues to diligently jot down Donghyuckâs advice.
âWhat does ___ like, do you know?â Mark pipes.
âSexually?â The boyâs eyes go wide, a bit startled.
Mark snorts, âIâm not asking for her favorite food, man,â
Jisung breathes out a sheepish laugh, âAh, well, sheâs kinda sensitive around the earsâŠâ
Donghyuck claps, startling Jisung but effectively grabbing his attention, âAlright, involve that! Kiss, lick, suck for all I care. You gotta do something thatâll turn her on, you canât just whip your dick out and stop there, got it?â
âGot it.â Jisung re-affirms, intently copying down every word that leaves his friendsâ mouths.
âWell, I think thatâs enough for today,â Donghyuck nods, clearly proud of himself.
âThank god.â Jaemin sighs exasperatedly, earning himself a warning look from Donghyuck. The latter rolls his eyes, smiling at Jisung who overviews what heâs learnt so far.
âYou seem like you picked up well, Iâll quiz you after you watch the material.â
Jeno snorts, âYou do know youâre not an actual teacher, right?â
Donghyuck smugly smirks, propping his hands onto his hips.
âDonât be a hater, Jenâ. If you want a lesson, you can just ask. Donât think I forgot about what Iseul saidâ agh!â Swiftly, Jeno starts strangling Donghyuck to cut him off, the ladder dramatically flopping on the couch behind him and taking the older boy with him.
Using the commotion to his advantage, Renjun swoops in to take a seat next to Jisung, who quietly reviews his notes in the midst of the chaos.
âAnd Jisung,â
âHmm?â The younger glances up from his notes.
âDonât forget that the reason weâre here is because ___ likes you. Not what you can do for her in bed or any tricks these idiots are telling you to doâŠâ
âAh, okay.â
âI mean, we all mean wellâ even Donghyuckâ but what matters most is that youâre yourself. Thatâs what ___âs most attracted to, right?â
âYeah, I guessâŠâ Jisung answers hesitantly.
âRight. Maybe you should watch that video Donghyuck sends you, though.â Renjun suggests a bit quieter, though his urgency remains evident.
Jisung laughs at his older friend, nodding in understanding. âWill do!â
V. ACT TWO
The next you spend genuine alone time with Jisung is two weeks following the whole incident, youâre grateful that heâs grown comfortable again with skin-ship. Missing nights like these where you two were able to wordlessly cuddle up together without an evident damper hanging over the room. Of course, youâd love to address that night. Maybe even give it another try but unless Jisung makes it clear that heâs comfortable with it, you suppress any and all thoughts about it.
Much to your liking, the night carried on like usual. No roommates to interrupt your skinship, or to witness the chaste kisses you gave each other. But in the midst of watching the second film Jisung had gladly let you chooseâ you realize just how touchy heâs getting.
A typical reserved hand that would be perched on your hip was playing with the hem of your shorts, igniting the bare skin with every brief graze.
Curious, you angle your head upwards on Jisungâs shoulder, immediately drawing his attention from the screen and down to you.
âYou okay?â You inquire, an eyebrow raising. You tried to hide your excitement but the grin that found your features was an obvious giveaway that you were losing.
Jisung simply hums, his hands still stationed in their new territory. You nod, âOkayâŠâ and instinctively crane your head up to signal a kiss.
Quickly, Jisung obliges, meeting you halfway and connecting your lips. Your intent was for it to be just like the other kisses that happened tonight. Quick, sweet, no alternative intent, but that was clearly not Jisungâs shared intention.
When you depart, he follows, and you have no problem in giving him what he wants. The kiss is extended, the hand on your thigh tightening in grip. You match Jisungâs vigor, equally biting at his lips and easing your tongue in his mouth when his own licks at your entrance. But you have to say you were not expecting this.
Soon, Jisungâs body was angled nearly on top of you and he showed no signs of stopping. Both hands now on your waist as he titled you backwards, still intently keeping your mouths fixed together.
âOh, hello?â You manage to get out.
âHi.â
Jisung takes control, which is very unusual since typically youâll straddle him when making out. But you allow it to happen, your back meeting the bed as Jisung kisses you passionately. This kiss is much different than one youâve ever shared with him, normally heâs way more reservedâ even before your first time he was shy, but obviously a fire has been lit under him to redeem himself.
Youâre the first to pull away, not moving far but just enough to be able to catch your breath. Jisung has never kissed you speechless before, but youâre okay if this was to become your new reality.
âJisungâŠâ
He ignores you, kissing down your neck while his large hands grope you. He's hungry, his teeth grazing against your skin in rotation with his suckling but his bruises still feel like heavenâ you didnât even know he was capable of leaving such marks.
Jisungâs cold hands are suddenly under your shirt, lifting the large garment that once belonged to him over your naked breasts. One of them even snaking down to your thin sleep shorts while the other remains to thumb at your now perked nipples.
âOhâ Jisung, wait!â Pausing your pleasure to confront your boyfriend.
He looks at you in surprise, as if heâs been caught doing something wrong.
âAre you sure about this?â You ask carefully.
âI wanna make you feel goodâŠâ he replies as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world, you blinkâ slowly gathering yourself as Jisung continues to kiss down your abdomen and eventually to the center of your legs.
You stutter when you feel his hot breath on your core, itâs been so long youâve had anything like this, you hate to say youâve been waiting on it but fuckâ you have been.
âJiâŠâ your hand cups the back of his nape, the other replacing his hand that once toyed with your chest.
Jisung gazes up at you, a look that reads that heâs asking you for permission. He quickly drinks up how heâs got you, shirt pushed to your over your breastsâ leaving them on display, you look down at himâ almost pained while you wait for his next move, lip tucked in between your teethâ a thumb to your own nipple.
Final inch of resolve snapping, Jisung flattens his warm tongue over your sleep shorts, humming instantaneously when his muscle meets the fabric. Itâs lewd but he canât help himself, especially when he encounters the already wet stain in the seat of your bottoms. He quickly gets to work, though, savagely his tongue ravishes you with one measly layer keeping him from fully tasting you.
The sight is one to see, your routinely sweet and respectful boyfriend with his head between your legsâ tongue lapping and dancing around your cunt through your shorts.
You can barely take anymore, you need him. You didnât care what his level of skill was, you needed more stimulation than this.
Jisungs jumps back a bit when you sit up to interrupt him, the shorts being slipped off. âJi, please, please, keep going,â both of your legs are back on either side of his head, this time your bare, silky cunt on full display. No longer hidden by the baby blue bottoms.
Youâre practically begging, your hips involuntarily shifting closer and closer to Jisungâs face as you wait. Jisung couldnât believe his eyes, youâve never really begged for him before. Not like this, so vulnerable. His tent had pitched ages ago but the strain he felt watching you now was a different kind of pain.
His newfound confidence falters a bit, wordlessly nodding up at you with wet eyes before obediently lapping at your cunt again. You throw your head back as a whimper rips through you, shifting back onto your elbows to play with your chest again. Not forgetting to keep one hand anchored in Jisungâs hair.
His movements are cautious at first, proving that this is definitely his first time but once he finds a pace that seemingly fits you best, he carries on with it. He alternates between sucking your throbbing clit to dipping his tongue deeper in your folds to tongue at your hole. Youâd ask him where he learned that from but youâre too caught up with how good it feels that the question burns out on your tongue.
Before you know it, youâre close to coming already. With it being so long since you've had this, paired with the uncontrollable moans Jisung emits as he restlessly laps up all your juices, you canât take much more.
âFuck, Jisung. Iâm closeâŠâ
Jisung hums, unaware just what that does for you. You whine pulling his hair tighter, in return itâs his turn to whimper. Itâs uncomfortable, as heâs realized from the past times youâve tugged his hair but he would never stop you.
âGod, please donât stop,â With Jisungâs locks entirely in your grasp, you canât stop yourself from grinding your cunt upwards. Jisung takes a beat to adjust but realizes what you want, he shifts down a bit. The tip of his nose giving your clit the friction it so desperately desires while his tongue draws sloppy circles around your entrance.
You groan, the knot in your stomach tightening. Youâre almost intelligible with your blubbering but Jisung manages to make out that youâreâ in factâ about to come.
Jisung takes what heâs learned from his lessons and even earlier from this encounter and lets his tongue dip in and out of your hole faintly, giving you little stimulation that leads you closer while you grind on his face.
His quick shift leads your orgasm to come crashing down on you. Jisungâs face is pulled flush to your pussy as you come but he could care less, he watches keenly with wide eyes as you lurch upward, riding his face until you finally come down completely.
His room is still for a moment but Jisung is so absolutely enthralled with the moment and how heâs just made you unravel before him. Gluttonous, he doesnât wait much longer before heâs dipping back into your folds. Lapping at you and especially your hole, he feels like a madman. The taste of you sends shivers down his spine, your surprised noises only egging him on.
âOh my god, Ji! Wait, wait, oh,â the intrusion of Jisungâs middle finger is completely foreign but welcomed.
Where the hell was he learning this all from?
Jisung continues to work you open, never neglecting your folds and clit for a moment.
âJi, if you donât stop,â you shudder, trying to gather your bearings. âIâm gonna come.â
âWant it,â he moans against your pussy. âDo it again for me, pretty.â
It feels as if youâve been thrown into the Twilight Zone. Never has Jisung said your nickname in such a tone, so deep and dripping with lust. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, taking your mind off his dual stimulation for just a moment.
With the addition of Jisungâs lengthy digit that now pops in and out of you, it doesnât take long for your second orgasm to hit, you cry out for your boyfriend againâ this time instinctively begging for some control. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, itâs like heâs dead set on keeping his face between your legs, itâs becoming too much at this point. If you two were gonna do this, you wanted him to get something out of it too.
âFuck, Jisung, too much!â
Jisung snaps from his reverie, all of his ministrations drawing back with his head peeking from between your thighs in concern. Youâre finally able to catch your breath, smiling down at him to quell his apparent anxiety. Shyly, he smiles back.
He clears his throat, âAre you okay?â
You laugh at this, still struggling to stabilize your breathing while your body pulsed with what could either be desire or exhaustion. âI am. Better than ever, actually. Are you?â
âMhm. I uhâ I didnât hurt you or anything?â
âNo, Ji, I just donât think Iâd be able to take another orgasm just yet.â
âOh, okay.â He nods.
You giggle at him, how insane was it that he completely left you dumbstruck on two separate occasions just seconds ago and was acting all reserved the next.
âCâmere,â you open up your arms to him. He rushes to you. Giving you what you want and joining your lips. He's completely unaware just how wet his face is until itâs on yourâs and he finds it a bit embarrassing.
But you donât falter at all, instead kissing him deeply while your hands unmistakably find the boner hitched in his sweats.
Jisung stutters, physically jolting out of the kiss. âUh, do you wanna move onto that so soon?â
âWell, I donât want to be the only one who gets off. Thatâs not fair to you, is it?â
âIâll be happy as long as youâre satisfiedâŠâ
âJi,â you wipe away your juices that have gathered on his chin.
âHmm?â
âIâm only satisfied when I know you are too, now, strip.â
Jisung nearly lets a âyes, maâamâ slip from his throat before he hurriedly slips off his clothes. You laugh at how cute he is, removing your own shirt.
âNow, boss, how do you wanna do this?â
âUhâ however you wantââ
âJisung.â
He sighs at the call of his name from your lips, gulping as you stare up to him. âHow about⊠on your stomach?â
âOh? You donât want to see my pretty face, hmm?â
âNo! I mean, of course I do! You donât have toââ
âJi, baby, Iâm fucking with you. Iâd love to.â with that you roll over, grabbing one of Jisungâs pillows before slipping it under you.
âOh.â Jisung sighs, the sight of you obeying him and propping yourself up effectively sending more strain to his member.
âWell donât stop now, come on,â you reach a hand back for Jisung to grab. He obliges, walking to the edge of the bed, and grabbing your hand. He recalls this position from the couple of âstudy materialsâ Donghyuck had sent and he joins you on the bed, shuffling on his knees till his cock hovers your ass.
You shift under him, hiking your ass higher to encourage him to stick his length in. He takes the message and grips his cock, he doesnât think heâs ever been this hard before.
When he finally lines himself up and sinks inside of you, he hisses while you whimper. Jisungâs hands are practically godsend but nothing, and you mean nothing compares to his dick. You havenât been able to stop thinking about it since your first time. And always found yourself a tad bit disappointed whenever he would turn you down following it.
âFuck, Ji, youâre so big, baby,â you groan, trying to adjust as his heavy cock continues to stretch you open.
Jisung can only huff, holding onto his last ounce of control. He's about to come, he can feel it. His hips still, knowing if he moves anymore heâll end up spoiling this again.
âOh, please keep moving,â you whine, taking matters into your own hands and pushing your hips back to pick up where he has left off.
âShit, ___, waitââ Jisung braces his broad hands against your back, stilling you for a moment. Your head cranes back, concerned but still evidently in need.
âIâ Iâm about to comeâŠâ he speaks weakly, almost as if heâs embarrassed. Which he absolutely is.
You pout, confused with his display of shame.
âThatâs fine, baby. Just donât stop, please, I need you.â The sound of you begging while continuing to grind your ass on his cock sends Jisung absolutely reeling. His eyes squeeze shut, sighing heavily before allowing you to meet him halfway. Your own movements make you purr in delight, you continue to grind against him, and Jisung finds his hips moving too.
He snaps into you, chasing your cunt when you pull away. You moan in surprise, Jisung finally melting and leaning down to stabilize himself as his hips find a shallow pace.
He groans, hiding his flustered face in the junction of your shoulder.
â___âŠâ Jisung pants.
âItâs okay, you can come, fuck, come for me, babyâŠâ
It takes one sharp thrust before Jisung completely loses himself, releasing an almost pained groan into your neck. He continues to jaggedly move in and out of you while you feel him release himself in you, his load spurting along your walls and escaping onto the surrounding areas.
You helplessly moan at the feeling, a bit disappointed when your boyfriendâs eager hips cease to a stop.
âHmm. Feel better?â You lilt, propping your chin on your shoulder to get the best glimpse of him.
Jisung shudders, breathing out a small laugh. âYeah, Iâ sorryâŠâ
âItâs okay, babe. Now, pull out.â
âHmm? Oh, right!â He heeds to your directions, easing out of you but not without some slither of sadness. He had done it again. Sure, he made you cum but he barely lasted a few minutes inside of you like he had hoped.
Promptly, you shuffle onto your back, cracking your legs open. Shocked, Jisungâs gaze drops to your cunt, now messily decorated with a glistening mix of his semen, saliva, and your own cum.
âYou didnât think that was it, did you?â
Jisung blinks because he absolutely thought you two were finished for the night. You chuckle, hooking your legs around Jisungâs thighs.
âIâm not done with you just yet, JiââŠâ
Itâs hard for Jisung to shield his excitement, gladly positioning himself in front of you. He grips himself to align with you once again, allowing his other hand to plant by your head.
He could die right now and be absolutely satisfied, Jisung thinks as you suck him back in your walls. His face hovers your own, watching intently as your features scrunches in pleasure.
Quickly adjusting to the sensation of him stretching you out again, you take note of how statuesque he is,âMove, babe.â You gently remind.
âRight, sorryââ Jisung takes a moment to laugh at himself, garnering an endeared smile from you.
Your hands extend up to hold his face. âNo more apologizing, okay?â Jisung nods along with you in response, his heart swelling at your tender act of affection despite him being several inches inside of you.
âOkay, sorâ ahem, okayâŠâ you giggle at his immediate slip up, and Jisung arranges his hips in a way that instantly takes your mind off of it, starting to rock into you once more, now both having climaxed once (or twice, in your case)â sensitivity strikes you both but thereâs no way that was gonna stop either of you.
âFeel so good,â you hum.
âYeah?â Jisung asks, innocently, keeping his rhythm as sound as possible.
âMhm. Donât stop, okay?â
âI wonât.â Jisung solidifies, finding confidence in being able to see your face and how you visually react to his movements. His hips begin to reel back a greater distance, snapping into you with a fervor that leaves you crying for more.
The obscene sound of Jisungâs thighs repeatedly crashing into your own fill the room, paired with the whine of his name from your lips and the sploshing sound of the wetness between your legs.
Unfortunately, Donghyuckâs voice echoes in his mind, but for good reason. Removing himself from your hold a bit, Jisung leans down to start pecking your ear.
You hum in satisfaction, shuddering under him.
He knew you well, he could still recall the first time he accidentally grazed the area of your ear with his lips. You lurched away with embarrassment washing over you but he had found it to be one of the cutest things in the world. Not many things could pacify you like that, but a little love to your ear did.
You arch yourself into your boyfriend when his tongue darts out of his mouth to flick the shell of your ear, your new positioning encouraging the depth of Jisungâs length. It doesnât help that Jisung has found his pacing, a mind-numbing repetition of the head of his cock grazing the precise spot that leaves your vision spotty with stars.
âShit, Mâgonna come,â you aimlessly exclaim, the strength youâd usually have to filter your thoughts from useless babble existing no longer.
Jisung hums, continuing to lap at your ear, taking Donghyuckâs nonchalant advice and running with it. You gasp in elation when you feel Jisung suckle at your ear, nipping it before it leaves his mouth.
âFuck, who taught you this?â Restless, you bring his face back to meet yours, you find your boyfriendâs pupils completely blown out and eyes lidded heavily. You trace his furrowed eyebrows to his parted puffy lips.
Jisung leans down, your inquiry not reaching him whatsoever. Your lips meet and you whimper into the kiss, itâs wet and noisy. Your muscles searching for the best taste of each other.
Your third orgasm was barrelling towards you quickly, and you find yourself looking for anything to give you stability. Mindlessly, your hand traces the distance from Jisungâs face to one of his hands that remains planted on the bed beside you.
Without a second thought does he intertwine your fingers, pressing your joined palms into the mattress as he begins to lose momentum.
âPlease keep going,â you wail. âIâm gonna come.â
Jisung nods, his lips tucked between his teeth as he tries to keep himself together for you. He watched you contort and writhe in pleasure, now becoming familiar with your bodyâs pattern before a climax.
Your free hand travels to Jisungâs broad back, leaving traces of yourself with savagely placed scratches. He winces, the sting of your fingernails against his back throwing him off but simultaneously driving him to keep going. His own features scrunching to alert you that he himself was close to snapping.
âAh, please, pleaseâ!â You whine, bracing yourself, deliberately pulling Jisung flush to you the best you could to milk to most friction out of him as possible. Your shallow yank is enough to have the large man toppling over and on top of you.
The desired stimulation of your clit grazing against Jisung is enough to coax your next orgasm out of you. You cum, angling your hips to take as much as Jisung could still offer. It doesnât take long for him to be right there with you, whining while his hips buck aimlessly into you. Your sounds are equal in desperation, both racing to chase your highs.
âOh.â Your hands aid Jisungâs hips toward you as he continues to release his seed inside of you until he finally fully collapses onto your body.
Serenity returns to Jisungâs room, the pair of you well past the point of exhaustion to move an inch. Jisung, seemingly coming to, is the first to move (much to your dismay). He grunts, peeling himself from your sticky with sweat body and peering down at you for a moment.
It lingers, his study of you. And typically, he was the one who would shy away from such intense eye contact but you find your eyes flitting away first. Youâve never had someone be so engrossed with you, with your satisfaction, so worried with pleasing you.
Jisung breathes out a laugh, âWhat?â
âNothing.â You shake your head, equally as giddy.
âYouâre shy?â
âNo,â you suck your teeth, fighting the smile that threatens to give you away, âjust wanna know why youâre staringâŠâ
âMm. Is staring at my pretty girlfriend so wrong?â
ââŠHmm,â you pause as if youâre thinking for a moment. âNo. I guess not.â You shrug.
âGood.â Jisung bends down to peck your lips before fully removing himself from on top of you. He sighs when his back flops on the bed beside you.
âOkay but seriously, where the hell did all of that come from?â
Jisung chuckles at the urgency in your voice, shifting to lay on his side. âYou wouldnât believe me if I told youâŠâ
âPfft. After tonight I think Iâm more open to any possibilitiesâŠâ
âHmm⊠okay, it was Donghyuck.â Jisung admits bashfully.
Immediately does your mouth gape open in absolute disbelief. âNo fucking way.â
âSee!â
âDonghyuckâ? He taught you all of that?!â
âWell, I studied and kind of just⊠went with the flow I guess?â Jisung shrugs as if itâs nothing.
âWow. For a second there I was scared he gave you one-on-one lessonsâŠâ
âWoah,â Jisung blinks, shocked that you precisely assumed what he had purposefully left out of the exchange. âBelieve it or not, he tried.â
âI believe it,â You giggle, the ridiculous image flashing in your mind and leaving just as quick as it came.
âI guess I have to give him his flowers then.â you sigh, a hand extending to brush away Jisungâs fallen fringe so you can fully see his face. He fights a smile back, helping you by sweeping his hair back.
âYeah?â
âYeah⊠I donât think I have to tell you how great you were.â You snort, gesturing to your tired body. Jisung gladly follows your gaze, admiring your bareness once more.
Jisung hums, throwing an arm around your damp abdomen to tug you closer into him. You wordlessly oblige, sighing contently when your skin meets his again.
âWell, I think you were the star.â Jisung comments softly, his face now in your neck.
You coo silently, instinctively placing a hand on his jaw. âAs much as Iâd like to take credit, I canât,â Jisungâs gaze shifts to your face when you tilt his head up.
âNot when you helped me through three orgasms.â
You peck your boyfriendâs lips as a form of punctuation. Though, youâre not able to drift far since Jisungâs mouth chases your own, deepening your once innocent kiss. Youâre tired and your lips are beyond bruised but you just canât help yourself. The way he hums from underneath you only intensifies your need for him.
While your mouth moves against his with conviction, tonguing at his lips to allow you more freedom, he finds his hands gravitating to your hips to give him some stability. Jisung sighs discontentedly when your lips disconnect, his eyes remaining shut for a beat before fluttering back open.
âWell, how do you feel about a fourth?â Jisung proposes carefully, though his expression shows that heâs clearly desperate for your agreement and for your lips to return to his own.
Quickly, your eyes widen in astonishment. âReally? Are you sureâ?â Your worries are cut short by Jisungâs mouth. Itâs short but effective in getting his point across.
He pulls away, an amused smirk on his face. âIâm sure.â
âOkay,â you giggle, finding yourself incredibly aroused by Jisungâs newfound confidence. You would certainly have to thank Donghyuck in some way for this abrupt change in your boyfriendâs behavior, unfortunately.
âWell let's not waste time thenâŠâ
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DREAM RECALL âYou know what I think of you?â He says, the bed squeaking as he leans forward, dangerously close. âI think youâre scared.â He drawls, eyes boring into your own with such vigor that you almost felt pity for the anger that consumed him. How miserable he must be to live like that. â âIâm not scared.â You calmly state, shifting against the pillows as you instinctively try to create distance between the two of you. Quickly taking note of your hesitant body language, he smirks, âno? Then prove it.â
âProve that youâre not afraid of the darkness, of my darkness.â
wc -> 17k (oopsie daises)
pairings stepbrother!beomgyu x stepsister!reader warnings stepcest, daddy issues, some mommy issues, character death, emo/punk!beomgyu + he has an eyebrow piercing, major asshole!beomgyu, mentions of alcoholism, lots of arguing, angsty as shit but with a happy ending, talks of grief and letting go, smut (again, stepcest), virgin!reader, loss of virginity, softdom!gyu but he's also a menace, guilt ridden sex, unprotected + pullout, handjob + vaginal fingering, some cum eating, use of "sis" both outside and during the smut (I cannot stress this enough), might be teetering on the edge of dubious consent at some points but nothing crazy. dead dove do not eat
#serene adds â I have no clue of how this happened lol. PLEASE read every single warning I am begging you. don't read this if as much as one single tag made you waver. ⯠aside from like the fact that it's stepcest, I fucking love this whole fic. I'm so proud of it and I would actually cry if someone (who got through it) would be up to share some thoughts :>
âThereâs still time to turn back..â You mutter as you lean against the leather of the passenger seat. Listening to the bustling engine slowly dying out as the car comes to a stop. âCome on princess, donât be like that.â Your dad sighs as he retrieves the key, turning it between his fingers. âYou knew that this move was coming and-â â âYeah, I did. But not this soon, not now.â You argue, folding your arms across your chest in defiance. âYou couldâve at least waited until I was out of college, until I had gotten my own place.âÂ
More than anything you wished to be able to change your fatherâs mind, to turn things back to how they were before he met Ms Choi. But that was of course impossible, and now you were paying the price for not getting a room on campus. âBut look on the bright side, itâs a mere fifteen minute drive to school, and Beomgyu has his license, Iâm sure he could take you someday.â Your dad tries, a small smile on his face. â You grimaced at the name, your chest churning in disgust at the mere thought of sharing a car with that thing.Â
A tap to your window makes you turn your head in its direction. There stood Ms Choi, she sends you a small wave and before you know it, your father had climbed out of the vehicle, leaving you to sulk. Their voices are muffled through the thick glass but you can see them enveloping each other in a tender hug, your dad leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek. With a small grimace your gaze flickers to the small bracelet around your wrist, its fine silver glinting in the sun and your chest contracts slightly. You supposed you should feel happy for him, it had been a long time since youâd last seen your father so at ease, so in love. Â
And it wasnât like you didnât like his new girlfriend, no you were quite fond of Ms Choi. She was nice, often bringing freshly baked cookies whenever she came over, remembering your favorite foods as she made them when you visited. Most importantly she made your dad feel things he hadnât felt since the passing of your mother. â You just couldnât understand how such a sweet woman had managed to raise such a being of a son.Â
Beomgyu was far from anything his mother represented. He was loud, obnoxiously so, his foul mouth going off every other second, spewing his hatred for the world and the people in it. Beomgyu listened to deranged music, the kind that made your ears bleed. He blamed his father for all his problems, not to mention taking his pent up anger out on his sweet mom. â The black charcoal around his eyes represented that of the rotting darkness slowly eating away at his soul, and you wondered if Beomgyu had always been angry. Perhaps he came out like that, you were almost certain that he was a menace even as a small baby.Â
You had been to Ms Choiâs house a handful of times. It was a small two story flat, neatly decorated in light and inviting shades and smelled of roses. Had it not been for the first room to the right on the second floor, you wouldâve probably loved it there. â The small hallway is familiar as you stumble inside, a heavy suitcase clutched tightly in your grasp. âOh dear, let me help you with thatâ, Ms Choi fusses as she reaches for your bag but you merely shake your head, âIâm fine miss, donât worryâ, you assure her.Â
She turns to your dad who was carrying at least twice your baggage as he walked up the dainty pathway leading to the house. âBeomgyu ought to come down and be of some assistanceâ, she murmurs as she throws a glance over her shoulder, her eyes traveling up the staircase by the end of the hall. â âIâm sure weâll be fine!â You quickly chirp, dreading the thought of having to deal with him so soon. But there was no changing Ms Choiâs mind as she immediately calls out for her nuisance of a son.Â
You swallow thickly as an eerie silence follows, your dads girlfriend huffs out a short breath as she fiddles with the jewelry around her neck. âBeomgyu! Come down here!â The nervous edge to her voice was palpable and part of you took pity on the sweet lady for being stuck with such a being in her house, no less as her biological child.Â
Soon the floorboards above you creak, the old house immediately giving away the presence of someone else on the top floor. You tried tearing your gaze from the stairs, but it seemed impossible as Beomgyuâs figure emerged. His step is heavy as he drags his feet across the floor, his hair had grown longer since last youâd seen him, and that was over four months ago. You often did your best in avoiding him, thus leading the two of you to meeting less than a dozen times during the two years in which your parents had been pursuing one another. Well to hell with that plan now, you thought.Â
âHi darling, why donât you say hi to-â â âI know who she is.â He cuts her off, sparing you a mere side glance before his gaze shifts to your dad struggling with the suitcases, a look of distaste on his face. âA-Alrightâ, Ms Choi clears her throat as she motions toward your father, âwhy donât you help bring their stuff inside.â She receives only a small huff from her son as Beomgyu pushes past the two of you to venture outside. You donât miss the flicker of disappointment on his motherâs face. No matter what he did, she would always cherish and protect him. You couldnât understand why. â She turns to you with an apologetic smile, âyour room is down the hall to the right.âÂ
The stairs felt eternal as you pulled your suitcase up, intent on not needing any extra hands. And when you finally reach flat ground, you heave a sigh. Though the comforting peace was short-lived as the thumping beat of a heavy bass filled your eardrums, the sound overpowering that of the wheels on your suitcase as you rolled it along the wooden floor. With a frown you near the first door, it was slightly ajar, allowing for the ear piercing music to float out into the small corridor. Already familiar with the layout of the house, you recognized the room as Beomgyuâs, and as the owner in question was currently downstairs, you dared a small peek.Â
You canât remember actually being inside his room, merely passing it in search for the bathroom as the first floor lacked one. And it was unlike anything the rest of the house represented. It was messy and crammed. The once cream white walls were covered in a variety of posters portraying his favorite bands, one of which you guessed to currently be playing through the large speakers by his desk. â His bed looked as if it hadnât been made in weeks, possibly months and he seemed to be making good use of his floor as an alternate wardrobe. His computer was on as well, the bright light of the screen catching your attention in the otherwise dim room as the curtains drawn prevented much sunlight from reaching through.Â
Upon closer inspection your eyes widen as you realize what kind of video was playing. The almost naked woman in the footage emits a pornographic moan and your jaw slacks as you take a couple of steps back in complete disbelief. â The room was like a tainted mark left on an otherwise clean canvas. The black lungs of a smoker, rotten and decaying. The only flaw in an otherwise picture perfect home, and you wouldâve probably pitied the poor soul living here had it not been Choi Beomgyu.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing?âÂ
The raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine as you twist on the spot, coming face to face with the inhabitant of the room youâd invaded. Beomgyu lingers in the doorway, your discarded suitcase lazily kicked to the side as his brows furrow, the glinting metal on one of them catching your eye, had he always had that piercing? â You gulp, fists clenching before relaxing again.Â
âI uhâŠI was.. I was looking for my room..â The excuse was petty, and you knew he could tell by the way his lips pulled into a small grimace. âWell this certainly isnât it.â He spits, taking a charging step forward and you feel yourself immediately faltering back against his desk. â âOut.â He grits, and you couldâve sworn you heard the way his teeth ground together as his jaw flexed.
Not having to be told twice, you quickly slip out of the room, the door being slammed shut on your ass in a mere second. âWhat a dickâ, you mutter, though you supposed it was somewhat deserved as you went in his room without permission. â Your own bedroom, on the other hand, matched the rest of the house. It was small, barely fitting your bed and a study desk, but the window gazing out over the front yard was remarkable. Your fingers graze along the lace curtains as you think of the multiple ways in which youâd be able to decorate the tiny space. Perhaps living here could become somewhat bearable, you thought.Â
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No. You quickly found that it would become most unbearable to thrive under this roof. Dinner was awkward. As awkward as it could possibly get. The air was dense, laying on top of your table like a thick blanket, enveloping your party of four in a stale silence. The sounds of silverware scraping against porcelain plates fill the dainty dining room. Every bite felt like a piece of rock sliding down your throat and no matter how hard you trained your gaze to the cut piece of meat in front of you, Beomgyuâs eyes felt like daggers on your skin. Was he still mad about earlier?Â
âSo, Beomgyu, I hear youâre about to start your senior year as well.â Your father clears his throat, turning to the younger male with a small smile. Beomgyuâs gaze finally shifts away from your near sweating figure and over to your dad as he sends him an almost unnoticeable nod. The statement made your eyebrows raise in surprise, he was a year older than you, shouldnât he have graduated before summer? â Beomgyu answers your unspoken question in a bored sigh, âfailed my last year.âÂ
âOh but heâs worked hard to be able to retake his classes this upcoming semester!â His mother suddenly butts in as she places a hand on top of your fatherâs. You watch their small exchange before your eyes flit over to Beomgyu who looked almost disgusted at the close proximity your parents held. Of course he would be against it, you wondered if there was anything that didnât make his nose scrunch up in disdain.Â
âThen perhaps the two of you can study together?â Ms Choi suddenly exclaims as she looks to you with an expression best described as hopeful. âYour father tells me you do well in school.â â âOf course, my princess is in the top of her classâ, your dad boasts as he flashes you a small grin. You sheepishly nod, cheeks reddening at the sudden attention directed your way. âWhy, isnât that an amazing idea, Beom?â His mother cheers to which her son grimaces, âwonderful.âÂ
You didnât like Beomgyu. And you thought you had every reason not to. You had never met someone so completely disregarding of other peopleâs feelings. Someone so selfish and arrogant, someone who took so much for granted. Like his mom. â You supposed you envied him a little. Ms Choi was such a wonderful person, not to mention an amazing mother. You often found yourself reminiscing of what youâd lost when in her presence. But Beomgyu seemed to hold little affection for something you longed so desperately to have. â You remember the evening clearly, the first night you met, two years ago.Â
Dinner was awkward even back then.Â
Youâre sat gathered around the very same table, in the very same seats. Back then you had a small crush on him, on Beomgyu. How could you not? He was everything you werenât, everything you thought you wanted to be. The expressive t-shirt he wore, a band you didnât recognize, but you guessed it to be some type of rock. His slightly baggy jeans, decorated with a few simple chains. Dark hair, though it was shorter back then, and of course, the liner around his eyes. It was impossible not to be drawn to him. But he didnât look at you, not once.Â
You helped your dad clear the table whilst Beomgyu accompanied his mom in the kitchen as she prepared dessert. âWhat do you think of her?â Your father asks with a hopeful smile. You knew that he was nervous about introducing someone new to you, and Ms Choi would be the first woman heâd seen since your motherâs passing. You werenât oblivious to the fact that your approval weighed like a ton of bricks on your dads shoulders, and you didnât want to let him down.Â
âShe seems sweet.âÂ
He sighs, a relieved sigh. âDo you like her?â You ask, unable to hide the small frown on your face. Your father remains silent for a moment, his hands busying themselves with stacking the plates on top of one another. âI doâ, he nods, his face immediately lighting up as he sees your small smile. But before you get another word out, the voice of Ms Choi pierces the quaint house.Â
Neither of you move, but the conversation between Beomgyu and his mother was no longer private. âWell if thatâs how you really feel, then perhaps youâll find your fatherâs place a more suitable living space.â Ms Choi exclaims, her voice is thick, as if on the verge of breaking at any given moment. A brief silence follows her words, and you hold your breath.
âThat piece of shit lowlife?â Beomgyu suddenly seethes and his mom quickly interrupts him. âDonât call him that.â She sounds almost pleading. â Her son chuckles and if you had been able to see him, you would guess that he was shaking his head. âYou still let him get away with all the shit heâs done?â â âOh come on, you know itâs not like that, Beom..âÂ
âHeâs an asshole, mom.â Beomgyu finally states, his voice holds no resentment, in fact it barely holds any emotion at all. âAnd you, youâre both naive and stupid for thinking heâs anything else.â â Then he re-emerges from the kitchen, not sparing either you or your father as much as a second glance as he heads for the front door, it slams shut behind him, leaving the faint sobs of Ms Choi to echo through the small house.Â
Your dad rushes to the kitchen, but you remain frozen in place. His small whispers of reassurance carry out into the dining room as he tries to comfort the crying mess that was his girlfriend. Your eyes flit between the small opening to the kitchen and the hallway; feeling more than conflicted as you gnaw on your bottom lip.
After a few moments of hesitation, you finally come to a decision as you tear yourself from your spot by the since long vacant table. Quietly, you retrace Beomgyuâs last steps and you, too, push the heavy door open. â The cold night air hits your bare arms making you wrap them around yourself as you begin walking down the gravel pathway. You really had no idea of where he mightâve gone, or how you were even supposed to find him. But as you push the squeaking fence gate open, you know that you wonât have to look far.Â
Perched on the sidewalk, knees tucked to his chest, Beomgyu leans his chin on top of his folded arms. Drawing in a small breath, you muster up the courage to do what you had come out here for. â He doesnât say anything as you take a seat beside him, mimicking his actions by pulling your knees to your chest as you wrap your arms around them. You werenât exactly good at comforting people, but you knew what sadness felt like, it was all you had been able to feel for three months after your motherâs death.Â
âYou here to fuckinâ lecture me too?â He spits, his gaze is fixed on the asphalt road in front of him. Perhaps Beomgyuâs sadness was different from yours. You shake your head, though youâre unsure if he can even see it. And for a moment, everything is silent. There was a nervous feeling bubbling within your chest, you didnât know if it was because of your small crush on him or because of the argument you just witnessed between him and his mom. The argument sounded stupid in your ears, and it got you wondering..Â
âWhy do you hate your father?â Your words ring out in the quiet night air, and somewhere to your left, you feel Beomgyu shift against the concrete sidewalk. You guess he hadnât expected the question. â ââCause heâs a piece of shit.â He huffs, though his voice lacks the spite it held when in discussion with his mom. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you frown. âBut heâs still your father, isnât he?âÂ
Beomgyu might as well have laughed in your face. He shakes his head, one of his hands ruffling through his dark hair before he lets it fall to his side. âThat changes nothingâ, he states. You were tempted to disagree, it changed everything, didnât it? To hate someone, to hate someone so close to you, someone so important.. You donât think you could ever hate your father.Â
âHave you tried talking to him?â Perhaps it was a stupid proposal, but in truth, you were at loss for ideas. Beomgyu snorts, his worn out sneakers kicking a few small rocks as he lets them roll out across the street. âYou canât talk to someone like him, and even if I could, I would have nothing to say to him.â â He draws in a sharp breath, holding it for a good moment before he slowly lets it go. âSome people..â he begins, his fingers picking at a few strands of vegetation that had managed to seep through the cracks of the constructed road. âSome people donât deserve to have kids, some people shouldnât have them.âÂ
Youâre silent after that, unsure of what to say. He was right, some people were not meant to be parents. You wondered what his dad could have possibly done to warrant such hatred from his only son. It felt wrong to pry, so you didnât. He would tell you one day, when he was ready, at least you thought so. â âBut your mom isââÂ
âMy mom is stupid.â He spits, his expression suddenly turning sour. You didn't like how Beomgyu spoke about his mother, or how he spoke to her. âShe doesnât understand how fucked up dad is, and she still defends him despite everything heâs done.â â He bites the inside of his cheek, his brows furrowing together as his gaze remains ahead. âSheâs truly pathetic.âÂ
Your chest churned at the statement. And perhaps your relationship with Beomgyu wouldâve turned out different, had you not said your next words. But you couldnât help it, and you didnât regret it either. âAt least you have a mother.â It angered you. It angered you that he treated people so close to him with such hatred. Did he not understand? Not everyone had the privilege of seeing their mom everyday, not everyone got to feel her warm embrace, eat her food, have her kiss your cheek.Â
Beomgyuâs hatred was selfish. He was selfish. Because you would have done anything to see your mother one last time. â He turns to you, and for the first time that night, he looks at you. âAnd that makes you so special?â His gaze narrows down on you, the dark liner around his eyes only makes his expression look twice as gloomy. âYou think youâre the only one whoâs life is shit just because your mom went and died?âÂ
His words stung, like salt on a fresh wound, slowly being rubbed in. You fight back the tears that were prickling in the corners of your eyes. You just wanted to help. But you were obviously not very good at comforting people, still, you thought that he mightâve been at least a little understanding. How idiotic of you. Beomgyu rises to his feet, giving the gravel beneath him one final kick as it flies everywhere.Â
âDonât think you know the first thing about me just because youâve heard me and my mom argue once.â His expression darkens even further in the pale night, and you swallow a small sob. âAnd donât for a second think that we have anything in common, or that you have the right to talk to me like that.â He snaps, hands digging into the denim of his jeans, the chains on them rattling as he does.Â
âItâs not my fault your mommy died, but let me give you a piece of advice yeah?â He leans down, his face inches from your own and you resist the urge to pull back, instead blinking up at him as a nasty sneer casts over his features. âGet over it.âÂ
With that, he straightens himself back up, letting out a small scoff as he turns on his heel before venturing down the street. â Beomgyu didnât come back home that night, Ms Choi told you so, you didnât know where he went, you didnât care. From that point on, you hated Choi Beomgyu, you hated everything that was him, everything that reminded you of him. But most of all, you hated anything that made you feel like he had made you feel that night; the night heâd left you on the street to sob in your hands.Â
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Your first official night under Ms Choiâs roof felt weird, it didnât feel at all like home, maybe because it wasnât, or maybe because you laid in bed with the knowledge that Beomgyu was only a room away. â It was dark, the soft glow of the moon seeping through your lace curtains. You had yet to fully unpack, your small night lamp long forgotten about in one of the boxes downstairs. The room smelled weird too, it didnât smell like home, like mom.Â
Despite it being years since she passed you often found resolve in venturing inside your parents room, the room that smelled the most of her. How you would let the tips of your fingers trail across the smooth bed sheets as you imagined her sleeping form. â The first months after her passing you even found yourself going through her old clothes, trying to keep anything that carried her scent close. But even the house itself held her presence, her laughter echoing off the walls, her soft hum as she prepared dinner, her cheerful voice as she skipped down the stairs.Â
This house did not hold a single trace of your mother, she was truly gone. Your dad had moved on, he had fallen in love, heâd stopped being miserable, he no longer cried for his deceased wife in the darkest hours of night. Did that make him a bad person? You wanted to hate him for leaving your mom behind, even though she was technically the one who had left you. You wanted to tell him that he should never love a woman that wasnât her. But you couldnât. And you wouldnât. â Your father was happy now.Â
Perhaps Beomgyu had been right that night. Perhaps you should get over it. Perhaps you shouldâve gotten over it a long time ago. But you didnât want to, because getting over it meant letting go, letting go of your mom, and you didnât want that. She was your mom.
Your fingers instinctively reach for the bracelet around your wrist, fiddling with the silver anxiously. This was your last piece of her, your last line, the string that still connected you to her. â You treasured it dearly yet you couldnât but feel almost melancholic whenever you turned the jewelry around in your hands, an immense wave of sadness washing over you as the small piece kept reminding you of what youâd lost.Â
You shake the tears away, sitting up as you lean against the bed frame. You wouldnât cry tonight, you wouldnât allow that. Instead your mind wanders down the hall, down to the room on your left. You wondered what Beomgyu was up to, was he already asleep? Maybe he was feeling restless too.. âWhat the fuckâ, you scoff, shaking your head at the glimpse of sincerity you cast his way. Having already gone through with that mistake once, you would be sure to not make it again. Beomgyu didnât deserve your sympathy.Â
He didnât deserve anything.Â
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The following weeks went by in almost a blur. Your dad and you got settled in quickly, and with the help of Ms Choi, you now had a wildflower blooming by the sill of your window. Not to mention the pink rug you had so carefully picked out as you laid it in the center of your room. â But happiest was probably your father. It was sweet, seeing how giddy he got whenever the new woman in his life was around, you liked watching him fall in love. And without you even realizing it, the small house soon began to feel like home.Â
Even you and Beomgyu got along fine, if getting along was what you could call it. You had silently conducted a small routine which was to be strictly followed by the two of you. It helped ensure that you wouldnât have to run into one another more than absolutely necessary. â First, you always used the bathroom at seven. He was never up by then and you enjoyed having free access to both the shower and toilet as you took your time getting ready for the day.Â
Second, your rooms were strictly prohibited areas, under no circumstances were you allowed to step foot inside his personal space, nor was he to do so in yours. That didnât change the fact that he would continuously blast his ear screeching music so loud that the floorboards thumped in rhythm to the beat. Nor did it change the way you threw your hairbrush against the wall in an attempt to get him to shut up, not that it ever proved successful.Â
Third, and perhaps the most important one; you did not know each other outside of home. Senior year in college started about two weeks ago, and within the four confined walls of the school building, you and Beomgyu were nothing but mere strangers. Not that the same couldnât be said for the way you treated each other back at home. Which leads you on to another unspoken rule, the rule that made your parents believe that you got along just fine.Â
You think it was said last rule that made everything come crumbling down one October night.Â
âA whole week?â You splutter, your fork slipping from your grasp and hitting the porcelain plate in front of you. Ms Choi makes a small grimace at your blunt shock but quickly masks it with a smile, âyes, me and your father were thinking..â â âCome on princessâ, your dad interrupts, leaning forward ever so slightly. âYouâre more than old enough to sit the house for a week, besides, weâve been meaning to get some alone time.â He sends you a look that practically screams, âdonât fuck this up for me, alright?âÂ
With a small groan you nod, âyeah itâs alright I suppose.â But it wasnât, in fact it was far from it. This meant that you would have to spend a full seven days, locked up in the same house as Beomgyu, with no one to save you. âIs this what people call dark humor?â You mutter, though not loud enough for anyone to pick up on, at least you thought they couldnât. Opposite you, Beomgyuâs lip twitches as his tongue prods against the inside of his cheek, his fingers playing with the rings on his hands; clearly not oblivious to your small comment.Â
âIâm sure theyâll be fineâ, Ms Choi adds in a most lighthearted tone. Your dad slowly nods as his gaze flits between you and Beomgyu, watching as you both turned to shoot him a small smile.Â
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âAnd donât forget to lock the door, oh and Iâve written down all the emergency numbers on a piece of paper plastered on the fridge, and thereâsââ â âDad, Iâm fine.â You take his hands in yours, giving them a light squeeze and your father grins, âright, sorry princess.â He throws a quick glance over his shoulder to where Ms Choi was waiting by the car, having already shared a most quick farwell with her son.Â
âGo, Iâll be okayâ, you sigh as you urge him toward the door. âAlright, alright, just promise to call if anything happens.â He pleads as he ruffles your already disheveled hair due to the amount of hugs he had insisted on. You give him an affirmative nod as he steps out. âLove you, princess!â Is the last thing he gets out before you close the front door in his face, worried that you might never have him leave if you didnât. The hallway quickly becomes enveloped in a near deafening silence, the emptiness of the house palpable. But the short-lived peace would soon be disrupted.Â
âFuck, are you fourteen or twenty?â Beomgyu jeers as he leans against the doorframe leading into the living room, arms folded across his torso. Heâs dressed in a pair of loose jeans that hung low on his waist, and had it not been for the even baggier t-shirt thrown on his chest, you wouldâve probably caught more than a glimpse of his stomach. The piece of jewelry on his eyebrow glints in the faint morning light as he sends you a small frown.Â
It was too early for any of his snarky remarks, you thought as you swallowed a deep breath. Just ignore him, donât bite back, thatâs what he wants. But as you watch his conceding smirk practically double in size at your silence, you find yourself unable to hold back. âWell at least I talk to him.â It was a low blow, and you knew it. You didnât care, for the way his face dropped, if only for a brief moment, made it all worth it.Â
Beomgyu was quick to hide his initial surprise as he shifted against the doorframe, his dark eyes narrowing down on you. âItâs hardly like youâve got anyone else to confide inâ, he drawls, and you bite the inside of your cheek at his subtle acknowledgement of the lunches you spent alone in the school cafeteria. Your fists clench, your anger on the verge of slipping past the weakening brims of your control.Â
âYou think youâre so much better, huh?â Your angered huff is met by a low chuckle but before he gets a reply out, you cut him off. âIâm not the one retaking a whole year of college, I mean, I knew you were stupid, but this exceeds any of my previous assumptions.â The words slipped from your lips without you being able to stop them, and it felt good, really good. Beomgyuâs jaw visibly clenches at the insult thrown his way, the arms over his chest flexing as his body tensed.Â
Feeling almost high off of the harsh remarks, you continue. âLetâs not even bring up your mom. You can barely look her in the eyes, you treat her like absolute shit, and at your grown age too.â â Itâs his turn to flare up now, his previously stunned expression immediately morphing into a scowl as he charges forward. âDonât you fucking dare talk about her in front of me.â He seethes, teeth grinding against each other as he reaches you, his fingers wrapping around the collar of your blouse as he shoves you against the wall with a thud.Â
For the two years in which you had known Beomgyu, sorry, been acquainted with, you donât think the two of you had ever as much as even shook hands, much less hugged. But now his face was only inches from yours, burning with so much rage that you thought you might just combust into a pile of ashes on the floor. His chest heaves, and his grip on your shirt is near deadly as he yanks the fabric up, his taller frame looming over your own.Â
You scoff, trying to mask the unease that immediately surged within your chest at his close proximity. âSee? Canât even bring your mom up without you throwing a hissy fit", you jeer. â The scowl once on his lips, slowly turns into a sneer, a sly look emerging on his face, like you had just said exactly what he needed to hear, given him the opportunity heâd been searching for.Â
His breath is warm on your already hot body as he speaks. âWell itâs not exactly like youâre any better.â You catch his tongue dragging across his bottom lip, as if savouring the moment, his eyes focused solely on the way your once stoic expression fell. âCanât even mention her without you bursting out into tears.â â You open your mouth to object, your brows furrowing at the accusation but heâs quicker, shamelessly cutting you off to get his point across. âThereâs no use in denying it. Donât you think Iâve heard you? Crying in your room late at night, crying for your dead mommy.â
His gaze snaps to your wrist, hand darting out to grab ahold of it as his thumb slides across the bracelet resting there. âAnd this? A souvenir of her death? Thatâs pathetic.â He cocks his head to the side, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. âItâs like a child sleeping with stuffed toysâ, he sneers, letting go of you with a small grimace before his grip returns to the collar of your shirt.Â
You hated the way your teary eyes almost immediately gave you away, and you fervently tried to blink them away; much to no avail as Beomgyu chuckled. âDid I hit a nerve?â He wonders, voice laced with fabricated pity. It made you sick to your stomach. â âSorry, princessâ, he coos, but nothing about the way he gripped onto your flimsy blouse made for a convincing apology. Your eyes narrow at the familiar nickname and his smirk only widens. âIsnât that what your daddy would say? Princess?âÂ
Hearing the name you treasured so dearly coming from his mouth, the word tainted with his hatred and evil, it made you bite the inside of your lip, hard. âWhat? Donât like it?â He hums, his fingers on your shirt loosening, if only slightly as he leans even closer. It was easy to make out the details of his face now, the piercing stuck through the skin of his eyebrow, the area slightly red, as if irritated. The dark charcoal around his eyes, you wondered if he slept in it, probably. You will your gaze to stay locked with his, not daring to glance down at his lips.Â
âThen what should I call you? Sis? Sister? Little Sister?â He looks almost as if heâs about to burst into laughter and you wanted nothing more than to slap that disgusting smirk from his face. âIâm not your sister.â You state, refusing to ever be perceived in such a way. â Beomgyu letâs his head fall to the side, his brows raising in a flicker of surprise. âBut weâre family now, arenât we?âÂ
You close your eyes, thinking that maybe if you just pretended that he wasnât there for an extended period of time, he might actually disappear. But once you reopen them, you find him still watching you, his smirk stretched so wide that he almost appeared uncanny. âYou donât know the first thing about what makes a family.â You let your words linger in the now very thick air, watching with an almost gleeful expression as Beomgyu lets out a small scoff, though leaning back as he lets go of your shirt.Â
âQuit trying to act like youâve got me all figured out.â Is all he says, his voice now eerily calm, a kind of calm that makes your blood run cold. â âThen quit acting like such a terrible person, and maybe people would start seeing you for something else.â You mutter, your words not intended for his ears to catch, but they do. His gaze flickers over your body, pressed against the wall in an attempt to create as much space between the two of you as humanly possible.Â
He shakes his head, his lip twitching as he runs a hand through his long hair. âHow about you quit trying to act like you know what makes a terrible person.â â His words leave you silenced long enough for him to make his escape as he heads for the staircase. The last thing you see is his dark retreating figure, the sound of him trudging up the steps filling the house. You slump against the wall, letting out a shaky exhale as you let your eyes fall closed, already dreading the week ahead.Â
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To your surprise, day one and two went by like usual, with the absence of your father and Ms Choi of course. You and Beomgyu managed to avoid one another just like normal, and whilst you ate dinner downstairs, he always brought his food to his room. Sometimes it was almost as if you were living alone, you had the whole house pretty much to yourself and you often took the opportunity to lounge by the sofa in the living room.Â
After your fight two days ago, part of you had thought that things might worsen even further between the two of you. But if anything, youâd seen even less of him than you usually would and you think you could count the interactions youâd shared with him on your fingers.Â
Your whole body feels heavy as your head hits the pillow that night. Four more days, you tell yourself. You could do four more days. All you had to do was keep up the role youâd been playing for the past three days.Â
And as you lay in bed, you let your thoughts wander, wander to your dad. The two of you engaged in shorter calls every evening. It was a nice distraction from your otherwise plaguing reality. Your father told you about the beach, the ocean and the seashells; he and Ms Choi were staying at a hotel by the seaside for the week, and you felt your heart swell at the excitement in his voice.Â
âYouâll have to come with us next time!â He exclaimed, the powerful winds surrounding him made his words come out jagged on the other end of the line. Still, you thought you were able to make out the faint sounds of waves crashing against the shore as he walked along the water. â âIâd be happy toâ, you agree, a small grin playing on your lips at the thought of going on vacation with your dad again, it had been so long.Â
Soon Ms Choi joins your conversation, you hear them share a quick kiss before her tender voice addresses you. âHowâs Beomgyu doing dear?â She wonders and your smile immediately falters at the mention of his name. You bite your lip, unsure of what to say, did she not talk to him, not at all, not once? â In the end, you settle for something for half a lie and half a truth. âHeâs doing fine.âÂ
Your dads girlfriend exhales on the other line as she thanks you. âAre you two getting along well?â Your father asks, a hint of suspicion following his inquiry. Even though Ms Choi was quick to defend her son, your dad still seemed to hold back when it came to him, if only slightly. âWeâre doing just fine.â You lied, not wanting to address just how awkward things were and how you most definitely wanted them to return home as soon as possible. You wouldnât ruin your dads shot at happiness just to soothe your own worries.Â
But as night approaches, the faint glow of the moon seeping through your thin curtains, you find yourself unable to sleep. Though this time, itâs not because of your reeling mind, rather a faint noise coming from the room down the hall and to your left. â During your previous nights, the house had been eerily silent, almost deafening as it added to the feeling of you living there alone. And Beomgyu was not one to play music at such an hour, even though he was likely still very much awake.Â
With a small frown you sit up, fingers grasping the bed sheets beneath you as you shift on the mattress. It was near impossible to make out any details regarding the noise, only a hushed sequence here and there could be heard and your frown deepens. But your desire for a full nightâs sleep quickly overweighs any doubt as youâre reminded of the early morning class you had the following day, and the bed squeaks as you gingerly climb off of it, quietly venturing out into the dark hallway to face whatever awaits you.Â
Youâre able to locate the source of the sound as soon as you step out into the dark hall, and your throat goes dry as your eyes seize the door leading to Beomgyuâs bedroom. â The floorboards creak under your weight, making you freeze as you listen for a shift in the noise coming from his room, but he doesnât seem to have noticed.Â
Carefully you creep forward, a hand on the wall to guide you as you near your target. The closer you get the clearer the noise gets, and for a moment you wondered if he was hurt as deep grunt-like sounds slipped through the crack of the wooden door. What would you even tell him? Biting the inside of your cheek, you shake your head. Just yell at him, cause a scene, do something.
Your fingers are wrapped around the door handle when you suddenly stop, your heart practically leaping out of your chest as a small moan reaches your ears. Stunned, you remain frozen in place as you listen to the ragged breathing of Beomgyu, coming from inside his bedroom and your foggy brain slowly pieces together what he was up to. A wave of disgust washes over you, perhaps even embarrassment at having caught him doing something like that.Â
It takes you about half a minute to snap out of your initial shock, eyes darting back down the hall as you plan to make your escape, because there was no way you were going to let him know that youâd heard him. But just as you turn around to head back to safety, a deep groan makes you halt. âMhhn fuckâ, Beomgyu grunts, his voice muffled by the wall separating you but you clearly catch the ragged moan following the curse.Â
You thought you could make out something else in the far background, a faint whisper of someone else. He hadnât brought someone over had he? No, thatâs impossible, you wouldâve known. And soon the all too familiar and almost theatrical moan of a woman pierces the air.
Teeth latching on to your bottom lip, you stand torn, your brain desperately yelling for you to leave, to forget that any of this ever happened, to not pry further and spare your last bits of sanity. But another part of you, a far more sinister one, keeps your body locked in place, making you unable to move neither forward nor back; forcing you to listen as your Beomgyu gets off to some cheap porn video in his room.
You felt dirty just by hearing him, but the other part of you felt something dangerously close to excitement, your heart thumping unmistakably faster as your gaze flickers back toward his shut door.Â
âH-ah..â He breathes and you swallow a gulp, sweat sliding down your forehead at the strange feelings swirling inside of you. Your hands clench at your sides, shivers rippling through your body as you hold your tongue, terrified of making your presence known. â He should be ashamed, not you, you had merely passed by, right? So why did you feel so bashful standing here, right outside his room, in the middle of the night, like some creep.Â
âMhhn fucking hellâ, he croaks and you screw your eyes shut, desperately trying to erase the images playing in front of you like that of an old film. Images of him, his head thrown back, his lips slightly parted, lidded eyes and his hand⊠his hand wrapped aroundâ âOh my godâ, you breathe, bracing yourself against the wall as your head falls forward. You had to get out of here.Â
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Disgusting. Thatâs what he was. Not only a loathsome person but a pervert too. And as you walk down the familiar street, your school bag flung over your shoulder, you think of ways to confront him about his behavior. He was in the wrong here, not you. Besides, your request for him to keep it down at night was reasonable.Â
The wooden fence gate feels rough under the tips of your fingers as you push it open, your eyes falling on the quaint house before you. The gravel makes a crunching noise beneath your shoes as you near the front door, the lump in your throat only growing in size. â It was such a pretty house, and to think that something so dark resided within its walls made you sick. Still, you unlock the old door and make your way inside.Â
The familiar scent of roses invades your senses almost immediately and you take pride in the comforting smell, allowing yourself to just stay for a moment. You knew that he was home already, having spotted his car on your way back, and it didnât exactly take a genius to figure out where he was currently lounging at. â Discarding your bag alongside your shoes, you begin the small journey up the stairs, not planning on prolonging the inevitable conversation.Â
The blaring music fills your ears as soon as you reach the top step and you heave a sigh. You could do this, you wouldnât back down. â The first knock is petty, weak, barely audible over the heavy bass thumping on the other side. You bite your lip, raising your fist once more, this time you give the wood a harsher tap. But still, nothing. You stand there for a moment, listening to the unfamiliar song playing and you wonder why he felt the need to drown himself in music as vile as that. Perhaps it was to quiet the undeniably gruesome thoughts you could only imagine filled his mind.Â
âBeomgyu!â You shout his name, knuckles near hurting as they pound the door in front of you. Finally, the loud melody comes to an abrupt halt and you can hear him shuffling about inside his room, the soft padding of footsteps approaching and soon he reveals himself. â He looks the same as he always did, as he always had. Except he looksâŠdifferent. You think it might have something to do with what you had heard him do the previous night. Because something was different, something was no longer the same.Â
âWhat do you want?â He spits, the words sound almost like an accusation and you watch as his brows furrow, dark gaze narrowing down on you. Suddenly, you feel your composure crumble, the phrases youâd gone over in your head so many times on the way back home suddenly diminishing to nothing as you stand before him. Your lips part, for whatever excuse you could possibly find but Beomgyu beats you to the case.Â
âIf youâre here to complain about how you miss your daddy then I donât give a shit.âÂ
Your mouth closes again, your brows mimicking his frown as you peer up at him. Is that what he thinks of you? Is that how he perceives you? As nothing more but a crybaby who canât go a day without her father, who sobs herself to sleep in the absence of her mother? â âThatâs not why Iââ â âLike I saidâ, he cuts you off, his gaze hardening, âI donât give a shit.âÂ
The grimace painting your face is surely unmistakable and your fists clench as you swallow back the insults waiting on your tongue. âWell I doâ, you say, masking your otherwise trembling voice with firmness as you maintain the tense eye contact. Beomgyu appears, if not surprised then at least taken aback, his lip twitching as he lets out a short huff. He folds his arms over his chest, covering the print on his black t-shirt, seemingly waiting for you to continue.Â
âIâm here toâŠto ask you..â You find yourself stumbling over your rehearsed lines, mind fumbling for a way to approach the situation without making it awkward for the both of you. Not wanting him to know that youâd heard him but also wanting him to be aware of the fact that you knew exactly what heâd been up to. â âWhat I want to say is, please keep it down..atâŠat night, some of us are trying to sleep you know..âÂ
Carefully you peek up at him, trying your hardest to subtly gauge his reaction. But Beomgyu only hums, his brows raising in play-pretend surprise as he leans against the doorframe. âKeep what down? Itâs not exactly like Iâm blasting music or anythinââ he muses. You shake your head, âthatâs not what Iâm asking, Iâm asking you to keep it down whenâŠwhen y-you you know..âÂ
The smirk slowly etching its way to his lips shouldâve told you everything you needed to know. That he was just looking for ways to push you further, to rile you up and get you flustered, but for some reason it didnât, and you kept going. â âWhen I what?â He wonders, eyes flickering over your guarded stance as you awkwardly shift in front of him, letting your weight fall on one leg. âCome on, you know what I meanâ, you practically whine, not caring about how immature and childish you sounded as you avoided actually uttering the words out loud.Â
âWhen I jack off?â He asks, his tone nonchalant as his hands slide down the pockets of his already low hanging jeans. You meekly nod, gaze dropping to the floor as your cheeks flush with color. âY-Yeah thatâŠyouâre kind of..loudâ, you cough, anxiously crossing your arms over your chest as you clear your throat.Â
Beomgyu seems to be considering your words for a moment, his attention fixed on something behind you as he quietly hums. But then he leans forward, his face landing almost inches from your own and you can clearly see the smudged liner around his eyes now. âAnd youâve got a problem with that?â He tilts his head to the side, studying you expectantly.Â
âCome on now, sisâ, he drawls and you cringe, hating how the word sounded on his lips. âYou canât possibly tell me that youâre not twice as loud when you touch yourself.â â The statement made your eyes blow wide as your jaw slacked. Feebly you shake your head in an attempt to deny his accusations. âI- No!â You shriek, taking a small step back as your hands wave in objection. âI donâtâ I donât do stuffâŠstuff like that..âÂ
Beomgyuâs smirk widens as he watches your apprehensive response, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. âStuff like that?â He repeats, the sentence sickly sweet on his tongue. âYou mean youâve never played with yourself like that? How dull.â â You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling beyond parched as you shake your head once more. Was that so bad? Did that make you so different? Youâd never understood the appeal, never felt those feelings, never even had a boyfriend. It shouldnât matter should it?Â
So why did it make Beomgyu look at you like that? Like you had just become something completely different in his eyes, something prized, something desirable. âReally?â He repeats, as if unbelieving of what he was currently hearing. Your quiet ânoâ is met by an even more menacing smirk as his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek.Â
âWhy, your daddy must be realâ proud of you thenâ, he grins and you feel your stomach twist. â âN-No he doesnât care about stuff like that.â Because why would he? He was your father, sure you were close but some things were better off kept private. But it seemed no matter what you said could make the hungry look in his gaze go away and you felt your heart rate increase tenfold.Â
Beomgyu merely scoffs, clearly not buying your truths. âWell then your daddy doesnât know how much of life his daughter is truly missing out on.â â You frown, straightening your back if only slightly as you regard him with a hint of determination. âIâm not missing out on anything, to be frank, Iâm quite happy the way I am right now.â You give a short pause, stopping only to give him a quick one over. âNot that the same can be said for you.âÂ
It feels good to watch his once smug expression morph into a much more scowl-like one as he lets out a short huff. When he doesnât say anything, you feel a proud smirk crawling its way to your lips and you barely manage to conceal it as you turn to walk back to your room. â Only when youâve reached your door, does he speak again, and youâre surprised to find him still lingering by his own doorway.Â
âDo happy people cry everyday too, or is that just you?âÂ
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Youâre unable to get his words out of your mind and you spend the majority of the following night mulling over them. âDo happy people cry everyday?â Do they? Was crying necessarily a bad thing? People cry when theyâre happy too, people cry for a variety of reasons. Some merely sniffle, some sob whilst others practically scream. Could happiness really be measured in tears or was that just something heâd said to get on your nerves, to have the last word?Â
You lay tossing and turning in bed, your blanket bunching up around your legs before you eventually kicked it off again. â If only your mom was still around, she would be sure to have an answer, for she always did.. You nod to yourself as you mindlessly fiddle with the bracelet around your wrist.
Perhaps you were over analyzing his words, twisting and turning something completely meaningless for hours on end. But it was the only way youâd be able to feel at ease. You had a habit of trying to understand things on a deeper level, knowledge comforted you. It was why you nearly drowned yourself in your studies, why you spent so much time indulging in literature or film. It was your escape.Â
Part of you supposed you should have Beomgyu completely figured out by now, with the way you memorized each snarky comment of his. But you never did, it felt like you knew nothing about him yet everything all at once. Maybe your knowledge of him was biased. Youâd been quick to snap his picture, to paint a vision of him so sinister that you found it hard to view him any differently. â In your eyes, Beomgyu was a selfish and bad person, a person who did not feel empathy nor compassion for others. And perhaps that was why your theories about him seemed to lead you down the same path each time.Â
But you didn't think that you were a close minded person⊠Was there really something you had missed, something you had overlooked? Was there more to Beomgyu than he let on to?Â
You donât have to ponder much longer for a quiet knock to your door rips you from the deep thoughts previously consuming your mind. With a small flinch you shot up from your bed, crawling back against the headboard as your eyes trained on the entryway to your room. For a moment you think it might be an intruder, but what kind of thief would knock? â Not only knock but proceed to open the door without waiting for a reply. You only knew one person so unthoughtful.Â
Beomgyuâs shadow is dark, shielded from the dim luminance of the moon mere feet away from him as he stands in the doorway. One step forward would reveal his face entirely, and you find yourself both longing and dreading for him to move. â Why was he here? You guys made sure to avoid one another diligently so why was he willingly ruining it?Â
âI can help you.âÂ
His voice is low, but he speaks clearly. A crease runs along your forehead as your brows pull into a frown. âHelp me?â You repeat, the confusion evident in your tone as you shift against the pillow behind your back. Beomgyu nods, taking a bold step forward which casts an eerie glow across the side of his face. Your gaze flickers from his intense and dark eyes to his lips, pulled into a small smirk and your stomach drops.Â
You knew why he was here. Because what other motive could he possibly have? â You had seen the way he treated those around him, you had witnessed the effect he had on his mom as she fell to her knees in tears, the way his words had sliced through you like daggers of a knife, shamelessly cutting your barely healed skin. Beomgyu made things around him die, every touch of his was poison, lethal. And now he had come to kill you too.Â
It wasnât like his sudden change in demeanor was unexpected, you knew that he was capable of breaking things, breaking people. He had just never paid you much attention because he thought you were already broken. The death of your mother slowly eating you away as you cried for her each night. â But you can tell heâs had a change of heart, the way his eyes rake across your body, barely concealed by the flimsy pajamas you wore, untainted, untouched, pure. Ready for him to kill.Â
âI donât need your help.â You try to evade him off, convince him that you were no object of his affection. But it was impossible. Beomgyu shakes his head, slowly approaching your bed before he takes a seat, causing the cushion beneath him to dip slightly. â âYou donât even know what Iâm about to offer youâ, he muses, fingers trailing up your exposed leg and you quickly withdraw it, stuffing it beneath the blanket.Â
âI know that I do not need itâ, you bite back, twisting your body as far away from him as possible. He huffs out a short breath, biting the inside of his cheek, seemingly in deep thought. You peer at him through the corner of your eye, lips curling into a small grimace. â âDo you plan on living in the dark forever then?â He finally wonders, his voice a mere murmur and you frown. âI could show you, show you the lightâ, he hums, fingers drumming against the mattress leisurely.Â
Youâre unable to hide the scoff you emit before turning back to face him. âYou couldnât find light if it so much as presented itself in front of you.â Beomgyuâs jaw visibly clenches at your words, his hand stilling against the bed as his gaze flickers up to meet yours, an underlying twinge of curiosity lingering behind his otherwise cold and emotionless eyes. â âNo? And whyâs that?âÂ
Your lip twitches, a small grimace of pure disgust threatening to overtake your entire face as you regard him with disdain. âBecause something as dark and twisted as you cannot possibly seek light. You repell it.âÂ
The last sentence rings out in the silent air, and you watch as the intrigue in his eyes becomes put out like that of a dying fire. His expression contorted into the one you knew so well, the cruel one, the one that hurt people. âWhat, and you think youâre some kind of saint?â He jeers, trying to mask where your words had evidently stung. â Were you a saint? Hardly. But you didnât hurt the people around you just because you could, just because life had treated you unfairly. That was the difference between you and Beomgyu.Â
âYou know what I think of you?â He says, the bed squeaking as he leans forward, dangerously close. âI think youâre scared.â He drawls, eyes boring into your own with so much vigor that you almost felt pity for the anger that consumed him. How miserable he must be to live like that. â âIâm not scared.â You calmly state, shifting against the pillows as you instinctively try to create distance between the two of you. Quickly taking note of your hesitant body language, he smirks, âno? Then prove it.â
âProve that youâre not afraid of the darkness, of my darkness.âÂ
You remain silent for a moment, watching as he awaits your answer, your next course of action. Was this a bad idea? Probably. You had told yourself over and over that you wouldnât let yourself get consumed by him, become tainted by his flawed hands. Yet you find yourself reaching for the blanket covering your body, pulling it from your legs as you discard it on the floor. Beomgyu follows the movement with an amused look, an almost wicked one before his smokey eyes snap back to yours.Â
âFineâ, you say, adjusting yourself on the bed as you let your hands fall to your sides, âshow me.â The simple statement makes his face twist into a look of pure smugness and Beomgyu wastes no time in scooting closer, fingers wrapping around both of your wrists as he positions himself before you. âYou have no idea what youâre asking of meâ, he murmurs, his lip twitching into a sinister grin as he does. It was almost as if your obliviousness spurred him on, your naivety making his mind reel.Â
His breath is warm on your face as he studies you closely, from the way blood rushes beneath your cheeks to your eyelashes fluttering as you try to focus with him so close. âHave you ever kissed someone before?â He asks, the underlying curiosity in his words palpable. You try to think of any occasion in which you mightâve, but after a good moment you shake your head. âOnly onceâŠin middle school, a smell peck on the lips..â You admit, albeit a little sheepishly.Â
The smirk on his face only widened, exposing his sharp teeth as Beomgyu chuckled. âThat doesnât countâ, he states, seemingly pleased with your answer, with your honesty, your trust. Biting your bottom lip, you swallow before nodding slowly. âIâll show you how to.â He then mumbles, and suddenly his nose is practically grazing yours. You suck in a sharp breath, eyes widening as you watch his confident ones.Â
Then his lips press against your own, and theyâre surprisingly soft. At first he remained still, completely unmoving and you wondered what on god's green earth he was doing. But soon he lets his eyes close, one of his hands letting go of your wrist as he cups your cheek. The small caress makes your eyes widen further and you resist the urge to pull back. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you hesitantly respond to the tentative kiss, letting your eyes flutter shut as well.Â
You knew that you shouldnât be doing this, that it was wrong, taboo even. He was your step brother.. at least he was bound to be once your parents got married. Guilt roots itself in the pits of your stomach, making it twist and turn uncomfortably as you try to relax in his grip. â He doesnât push you any further and it takes you by surprise. Instead he lets his lips linger on top of yours, and when he pulls away moments later, a small pecking sound follows it. You watch through lidded eyes as his narrowed gaze studies you, the hand on your cheek moving to your chin.Â
âHow was it?â He wonders, as if expecting a review of some sort. Your mouth parts but you canât seem to find the words. How could you describe the shame and the guilt? How could you ever verbalize the way his soft lips had felt on yours, such a thing was impossible. â âIt felt weird..â Your hushed whisper echoes out like church bells in your ears and you remain very aware of the way his fingers reside around your chin, locking your face in place.Â
Beomgyu lets out a short breath, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down as his gaze catches onto your exposed teeth. âFirst time always feels weirdâ, he states and before you get to prepare yourself, he dives right back in, except this time he goes straight for the kill. â You let out a small yelp as he pries your mouth open, immediately slipping his wet tongue inside to slide against yours. You can still taste the minty toothpaste on him and the sensation of something so wet andâŠalive, in your mouth, makes you cringe.Â
You still allow him to kiss you, to push you back against the pillows as his hands roam your body, his poisonous touch spreading across your skin like wildfire. You knew that this was exactly what he wanted, to ruin something so perfectly pure, to take something from you that you could never get back. And for some reason, you let him. â Only when his hand reaches the waistband of your pajama shorts do you stop him, eyes wide as you push him back.Â
âWait.âÂ
The kiss breaks with a wet sound and a small string of saliva still connects the two of you. Struggling to find a suitable approach to the matter, you let your gaze drop to his chest, heaving a small sigh as you bite your lip. âIâŠI donât know ifâŠI mean I havenât..â Honestly you didnât even know what you were getting at yourself, you supposed you wanted to prolong the moment, if just a moment longer.Â
Beomgyu regards you with an expression you donât think youâd ever seen on him before; a mixture of both intrigue and desire. âAre you scared?â He wonders and without thinking, you nod. His lips stretch wide, the hand on your shorts moving to your inner thigh as he gives it a light squeeze and you nearly flinch at the touch. âGoodâ, he huffs, his fingers venturing beneath the fabric of your pajamas as he gauges your reaction closely.Â
When he pulls your shorts down, you gingerly try and conceal yourself, your cheeks flushing in all shades of red as your thighs squeeze shut. âDonât be embarrassedâ, he tskâs, his hands on your knees as he firmly spreads them. â âIâve seen plenty of pussies beforeâ, he merely shrugs, âyours wonât be any different.â His reassurance didnât help ease much of your worries as you let him pry your legs open.Â
He starts slow, and youâre thankful; his index and middle finger gently rubbing you through the soft cotton of your panties and you resist the urge to hide your face as you squirm against him. â It wasnât like youâd never touched yourself, because you hadâŠyou think. Like any other young teenager youâd experimented a little with your body, but as an inexperienced 15-year old, the results had proved futile. You never had the urge you suppose, you didnât even know how it was supposed to feel like. But as Beomgyu touches you through your underwear, a strange feeling mingles alongside the guilt and shame in your stomach.Â
His eyes are on you, on only you, watching as you bite your bottom lip, your hands fidgeting with the bed sheets as you try to suppress the small noises bubbling in your throat. Not until his fingers find your clit, rubbing it deliberately through your panties, do you let out a small squeak. âIsâŠIs it supposed to feel like that?â â Beomgyuâs dark gaze shifts from your spread legs and over to your wide stare. He nods, âdoes it feel good?âÂ
âStrange..â You quietly whisper, though you made no move to stop him as his index finger hooks around the waistband of your underwear. âYeah?â He murmurs, taking his time as he slowly pulls the piece of garment from your body, letting it slide along your legs before he discards it on the floor. âYouâll get used to itâ, he muses, eyes shifting to your exposed cunt as they visibly darken, âit comes with experience.âÂ
You had no clue what to expect, what to feel, how to respond. Your whole body felt tense as his cold fingers brushed against your naked skin, inching their way up and suddenly it felt like you were under a microscope, every single part of you being presented under a stark light. Beomgyu on the other hand, seems far more at ease as he lets two of his fingers swipe across your cute folds, teasingly pushing them apart as he slowly rubs you.Â
It takes everything in you not to cringe at the weird and damp feeling pooling between your legs, the consistent throb of your cunt and the small cry you emit as he flicks over your clit once more. He sighs, âvirgin pussies are my favoriteâ, his gaze shifts to his already glistening fingers, âthey get wet so easily.â â You merely let out a small whimper at his words, thigh involuntarily twitching, the movement immediately catching his eye as his lips curl into a smirk.Â
âW-Wait!â You croak as you suddenly feel him prodding against your fluttering hole, your muscles taut as you shift on the bed. Beomgyu stops, hand resting against your core as he studies you with an indifferent expression. âW-Wonât that hurt?â It felt embarrassing to ask, but the thought of him pushing something inside of youâŠit scared you. â But Beomgyu only shrugs. âIt mightâ, he drawls, his fingers resuming their work on your cunt as he repositions his index one right above the tight rim of muscle, âdepends on how bad you want me.âÂ
Want him? You didnât know if you wanted him, it wasnât like you liked him, right? You hated Beomgyu, youâd hated him for two years. You hated how he treated his mother, how he treated you, with such coldness and such little empathy. You hated how he made you cry, how he made you feel small and weak. You hated how he made you feel bad for grieving your own mother.Â
But as your gaze shifts to his face, and as you will yourself to look past the cruelty, the darkness, you can still make out the boy you met that night, the one youâd had a small and what you thought was an insignificant crush on. From the black charcoal around his eyes, to the silver jewelry bored into his eyebrow; his black hair, nearly reaching his shoulders now, and his dark eyes, his eyes that both scared and intrigued you.Â
You gasp when he without warning pushes his finger past your folds, immediately curling it inside of you, making your back arch off the bed in sheer surprise. Beomgyuâs attention is solely on your flushed face, watching in contentment as you writher under his touch, as you slowly lose yourself. â âO-Oh..â Is all you manage to squeak out between the ragged breaths. It felt weird and uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt, instead the fluttering sensation in your stomach only seemed to grow.Â
âSuch a greedy pussyâ, Beomgyu hums as he feels you pulsate around his finger, âsucking me in like a complete whore.â You shake your head, âI-Iâm not..â The words die in your throat as he adds he slides a second digit past your tight rim, making you shriek as he stretches your cunt.Â
His touch felt poisonous but you couldnât find it in you to push him off, to tell him to stop. No matter how many times you told yourself how wrong it was, you couldnât help but slowly succumb to the darkness that was Beomgyu. Wanting, no needing, more. It was as if heâd introduced you to a most dangerous drug, and you find yourself desperately seeking another fix, a stronger one.Â
Your short nails have torn the bright sheets covering the mattress, and your arms tremble as you lock eyes with him. Satisfactory, that was the only way you could describe the expression painting his face. You donât think youâd ever seen Beomgyu as anything but angry, but thisâŠthis was far from it. He looks ready to devour you whole, his brooding eyes fixating on the way your jaw slacked, your saliva coated lips parted and your eyebrows drawn together in such an endearing manner.Â
âFeel good?â He wonders, his brow twitching slightly when his thumb presses against your clit, eliciting a high pitched moan from you as you squirm against him. âIâll take that as a yesâ, he drawls and before you know it, his fingers are gone, making a sloppy sound as they withdraw from your cunt. You whine, hips bucking up in an attempt to seek his touch and your cheeks flare up in color. âW-Why did you stop..?â You pathetically wonder, biting the inside of your cheek, thinking that you had possibly done something wrong.Â
Beomgyu doesnât say anything as he brings his sticky fingers to his face, inhaling your scent before shoving them into his mouth. Your jaw falls open in bewilderment, how could he just do something like that soâŠcasually. â âCome on now princess, weâve only just gotten started.âÂ
Even more?Â
Your already wide eyes dilate even further, completely forgetting to be angry over the nickname heâd used as his hand dips inside the waistband of his sweats, pulling his hard cock from his briefs. It wasnât like you were a total prude, you knew what a dick looked like, you justâŠhad never seen one up close. â Beomgyu takes his time as he wraps his fingers around its base, languidly stroking himself as pearly beads of what you could only assume to be precum spilled from the slit on top.Â
The thought of having that inside of you makes your throat go dry and you shift uncomfortably on the bed. âCome on now, sis, donât grow shy on meâ, he drawls, stifling a groan as his thumb flicks over his tip. The knot in your stomach returns and you shoot him a glare, âI am not your âsisââ, you state through gritted teeth. But Beomgyu only chuckles before leaning forward, his face drawing in close once more. With one hand still on his cock, the other one presses flat against the mattress as he hovers in front of you.Â
âLie down.âÂ
His sharp command sends a shiver down your spine and you hesitantly comply, awkwardly sliding yourself down between his parted legs until only your head remains perched on the pillow. From this angle, Beomgyuâs long hair falls in front of his face and you resist the urge to reach up and brush it away. Instead your nervous eyes flicker to his cock as he gently taps it against your inner thigh. Your gaze lingers on the way his arousal spills onto your naked skin and suddenly a wave of realization washes over you.Â
âShouldnât we use a condom?â You whisper, biting the inside of your cheek as your attention flits back to the smug expression on his face. âWhy? That takes away half the funâ, he hums, letting his tip part your puffy folds as he nudges it against your throbbing clit. âH-ah b-but isnât it unsafe?â You whine, unable to keep from grinding against him, desperately seeking his touch.Â
Beomgyu lets out an exasperated sigh, reaching a hand up to run through his slightly disheveled hair. âDonât tell me youâre scaredâ, he grunts, his fingers clasping around your chin, pulling your face so that it rests inches from his. Your breath is uneven and jagged as you reluctantly meet his gaze, a quiet ânoâ spilling from your lips. â He grins, tongue dragging across the bottom row of teeth in his mouth, âsuch a terrible liar.âÂ
You donât have time to think, much less act before the head of his cock pushed past the rim of taut muscle as he slid inside your warm cunt, almost immediately groaning at how you wrapped around him so deliciously. â âFuck, you really are a virgin arenât you?â He breathes, lips hovering above yours and you weakly nod. The stretch of his thick cock making you go near cross eyed as you grasped at his shoulders. It was unlike anything youâd ever experienced before and you were sure that Beomgyu enjoyed every second of it.Â
He had been the first, the first one to get his hands on you, to spew his poison all over your pure and innocent virgin body, and he would make sure to do so thoroughly. His mouth is on your neck, tongue licking at your skin and you cringe away from the action but he doesnât falter, lips immediately chasing yours as he keeps you in place. The kiss is rougher than the previous, hungry and disoriented as Beomgyu messily jerks his hips against yours. Your nails dig into the apex of his shoulders and his name echoes through in the pristine bedroom as you moan out in pleasure.Â
âFuck, Iâm gonna cum right away if you keep that upâ, he grunts, fingers digging into your cheeks as he withdraws from your lips. Your eyes widen as you feebly try and shake your head, dreading for him to finish inside. But he doesnât, instead he redirects his focus to your neck, resuming what heâd been doing as his tongue darts out to swipe across its juncture. You squeal when his teeth graze your skin, the hands on his shoulders moving to his dark hair.Â
The marks he left on your untouched skin were bound to linger for at least a couple of days, he made sure of that. Reveling in the fact that youâd let him in, let him close, allowed him to take something so precious, something that you had been clinging on to for so long. He would have you, all of you, even if only once, he would be sure to leave an impression.Â
And you know that you should feel ashamed, feel guilty, dirty even. But something feels different, something about him, about Beomgyu. Itâs not the Beomgyu you loathed, the Beomgyu whoâd made you cry, the Beomgyu who made you feel worthless. â None of the anger, the hatred, the fire; none of that lingered right now. And had it not been for his sharp teeth on your skin and his rough pace as his cock rammed into your throbbing cunt, the moment mightâve even been tender.Â
Thereâs an unfamiliar feeling building in the pits of your stomach and it had long since overridden the previous shame and guilt. Unsure of what to make of it, you desperately tug on Beomgyuâs hair, eventually making his head raise from your chest with a small frown, the liner around his eyes even more smudged than usual now. â âIâmâŠIâŠâ your face turns beet red as you stumble over your words, not knowing how to express yourself.Â
He licks his already wet lips, his pace momentarily slowing and you whimper at the discomfort soaring through your body. âYou close?â He asks, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead. You open your mouth only to close it again, nodding sheepishly as your hands twist in his hair. Beomgyu groans as he lets his fingers slide down your stomach, reaching where your bodies connected like one, middle finger rubbing your clit menacingly as he watches you arch against him with a broken moan.Â
Your first ever orgasm felt out of this world, your cunt clenching around his cock with such vigor that you thought you might cry, a string of incoherent and high pitched whines ripping from your throat as you pull Beomgyu close, and for the first time, youâre the one initiating the kiss as you slam your lips on his. â He groans into your mouth, letting you slide your tongue against his, albeit a little awkwardly as you had no clue of what you were doing.Â
Finally, as your climax comes to an end, you find yourself relaxing against the mattress, the fingers in his hair loosening their grip as you allow yourself to kiss him slowly. â âF-Fuck princessâ, he grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before letting go. You respond by eagerly raising your hips to meet his, wincing at how sensitive you felt as his cock twitched inside of you. âFuck, fuck, waitâ, he breaths, tearing himself from you as he swiftly pulls out with a small hiss.Â
In your euphoric state, your eyes drift to his hand wrapped around his shaft, quickly jerking himself off as his gaze fixates on your wet cunt. Then he notices you, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he reaches for your wrist, âcome hereâ, he urges as he guides the flat of your hand to wrap around his cock. â Blinking, your attention flits between his expectant face and his heavy dick in your grasp as you contemplate your next move. It wasnât like youâd ever done something like this before but it looked easy enough when he was doing it.Â
With determination you begin to carefully stroke him, biting the inside of your cheek at the squelching sound erupting as his arousal smeared across your fingers. Beomgyuâs hips jerk forward and your movements stutter. â âH-ah, fucking hell d-donât stopâ, he groans, his jaw slacked as his eyes tightly squeezed shut. A quiet âsorryâ slips from your lips and your pace returns as you work to get him off.Â
âF-Fuck go a bit faster, yeah?â He mutters, his hand joining in on top of yours as he ups the intensity. Merely following his command, you grip him tighter, drawing a strained moan from him as your fingers drag across his tip. â It made you feel oddly powerful, seeing him like this, his otherwise indifferent face completely flushed, and instead of presenting himself with a mean scowl, he looked to be in complete bliss as he let his head fall back.Â
A final twitch of his causes hot liquid to spurt from his throbbing cock, the white substance coating both your hand and lower abdomen. He heaves a sigh and you feel him slowly go soft in your hand before you pull it away. Beomgyu runs his fingers through his hair, parting it before letting his arm drop back down, his gaze landing on the mess on your stomach. He tskâs spreading the sticky fluid across your skin. âWhat would your daddy think if he saw you like this, hm?â He murmurs, licking his lips before bringing his cum-coated fingers to your face.Â
You shake your head, without the waves of pleasure sparking through you, the shame and the guilt suddenly crawled right back. âI- I donât want to talk about him..â You whine, trying to force the image of your father out of your mind. â âHis beautiful princess, completely ruined by something soâŠwhat did you say I was? Dark?âÂ
Without warning he pushes his wet fingers inside your mouth, making you cringe at the salty taste of him. âI bet your daddy would hate you foreverâ, Beomgyu finally states, watching as you frown, lips closing around the digits in your mouth. â And when he finally withdraws them, you splutter, âmy father doesnât hate me, but yours seem to do.âÂ
Beomgyuâs jaw twitches, his lips curling up into a small scowl and the desire previously filling the air slowly simmers out. You knew that he wanted you to feel just as miserable as he did. But you wouldnât let him, you wouldnât let him get to you like that. â Half expecting an insult thrown your way, youâre surprised when he merely tucks himself back into his sweats, rising from the bed as he regards you with dark eyes. âFine, keep living with such fantasies and weâll see just how long it takes for them to get crushed.âÂ
Without as much as another word, he leaves your room, the door slamming shut behind him as the small house falls under an eerie silence once more.Â
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Your parents came home two days later, and though you wanted to say that things had changed between you and Beomgyu after yourâŠnight together, it was safe to say that they hadnât. At least not on his part. You on the other hand, couldnât get the feeling of his hands off of your body, it was like heâd permanently imprinted himself on your skin. It feels disgusting, and you had spent three hours in the shower the morning after, vigorously trying to scrub the venom from your system. But it never worked, his touch lingered like that of a tattoo, forever sealed onto you. You could never take back what had happened that night.Â
For some reason, a small part of you doesnât want to.Â
Beomgyu avoided you, and when he wasnât avoiding you he was glaring. His dark and piercing eyes followed your every move whenever you were in his field of vision. But there was something else too, a sense of superiority. â He knew that you were constantly dealing with the consequences of that night, he could see the way your mind haunted you with the memories, and he took pride in watching the shame and the guilt practically eat you alive. â He was on top of the world and you were scrambling to even get by.Â
So one could easily imagine your surprise when one evening, you found him in a state you never thought youâd ever get to witness.Â
It was late, but your small family had yet to eat dinner, and you watched as Ms Choi darted across the kitchen, in full with preparing your meal. You helped her set the table as you laughed at a couple of your dadâs terrible and overused jokes. It had taken a whole of three days for you to be able to look him in the eye after heâd come home, and you still felt terrible whenever you caught him and Ms Choi sharing a kiss; knowing that one tiny slip of your lips could manage to ruin something so perfect.Â
You trusted that Beomgyu wouldnât utter as much as a single breath about what had transpired that night, but you still startled when his mother taps your shoulder, whipping around as you come face to face with her. â âDear, do you mind fetching Beomgyu, dinnerâs almost readyâ, she smiled, that warm and comforting smile she so often gave her son, only to receive a mere huff in return. You nod, slowly making your way out of the kitchen as you head for the hallway, dreading having to speak to him, much less in private.Â
The steps creak under your weight as you drag yourself up the stairs, drawing out the moment for as long as possible before you inevitably reach his door. With a small sigh, you knock. Thereâs no music coming from the other side and you frown, whatâs up with him? â Another knock, but nothing. You bite the inside of your cheek, a wave of frustration crashing over you at the thought of having to call out for him.Â
âBeomgyu?âÂ
A third knock. You wait for at least a minute but thereâs nothing, just silence. Perhaps heâd fallen asleep, still, you should wake him and let him know that dinner was ready, Ms Choi had asked you after all. â Your hand is near trembling as you grasp the handle, twisting it before pushing the door open. Slowly adjusting to the darkness of his room, you peer inside. But to your surprise, he wasnât there.Â
Your footsteps make a thumping sound as you hurry down the stairs. If he wasnât in his room thenâŠYour gaze flickers toward the dining room and kitchen before settling on the front door. âDid he mention anything about going out?â You call out for Ms Choi and she soon appears in the doorway, a bowl of salad in her hands. âNo, is he not in his room?â She wonders, her face quickly falling.Â
Noting her worried expression you quickly shake your head as you try and reassure her. âIâm sure he just went for a walk, Iâll go check.â â Your dadâs girlfriend gives a small nod as her gaze, too, flickers toward the door. âAlright..âÂ
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The cool night air hits your face and you mutter a few curses under your breath, scolding yourself for offering to do something like that when the last thing you wanted was to be out in this cold. â As you walk down the graveled path you let out a tired groan, what were you even thinking coming out here? It wasnât like he was just going to magically appear or something. Fucking asshole, had the nerve to leave without a word and now you had to go looking for him.Â
But as you push the small fence gate open and turn out and onto the street, a familiar scene flashes before your eyes. Nostalgia fills your every fiber as your eyes fall on Beomgyuâs figure, perched on the sidewalk as he hugs his knees to his chest, just like he had that night, that night two years ago. â But something was different. That night, the one where you had learned to hate him, it had been a warm night, and Beomgyu had been burning with rage. Today, the air is much colder, and Beomgyu is no longer on fire, instead heâs shivering, his whole body quivering as small sobs escape his soft lips. Â
You freeze at the sight, breath catching in your throat as you regard his almost pathetic frame, curling in on itself as his fingers dig into the flesh of his calves. Part of you wants to leave him there, perhaps even make fun of him, it was most tempting to finally get back at him for the way heâd ruined you. â But you werenât Beomgyu. And you wouldnât do that.Â
Instead you find yourself slowly approaching, and just like that night two years ago, you slide down next to him on the cold pavement. He doesnât seem to register that youâre there, and you sit in silence for a brief moment before addressing him. â âBeomgyu?â â His head jerks at the quiet whisper of his name, his usually narrowed eyes wide in shock as they flicker over to you. His cheeks are wet, stained with his tears and the liner around his eyes had run down his face in messy streaks. A few strands of hair stick to his forehead and his lip trembles as he sucks in a sharp breath.Â
âLeave me the fuck alone.â He croaks, but his voice comes out weak and raspy. His hands wipe at his face, but it only spreads the mess already there even further and he lets out a frustrated groan. â You donât say anything, because last time you tried to comfort him you only ended up getting hurt. Instead your gaze flits to his discarded phone between the two of you. The screen was broken, likely from him smashing it on the asphalt beneath. You frown as it suddenly comes to life, vibrating against the hard ground. The bright screen illuminates the dim street and your eyes land on the caller-ID.Â
âDad.âÂ
Beomgyu doesnât make a move to answer, merely turning his head away as he continues to sob into his arms. âDonâtâ, he mutters as he sees you reaching for the device, âheâs drunk.â â You purse your lips but your fingers still clasp around the phone, your thumb swiping to decline the call. Upon being presented with his lockscreen, you can make out at least another fifteen missed ones. Your chest churns at the scene, for whatever reason, you do not know. The bright light vanishes as you power off his phone completely, tossing it to the side as you stretch your legs out in front of you on the pavement.Â
It takes him about a minute to lift his head from his arms and his breath is still uneven as he speaks. âWhat does he want?â â Biting your lip, you gaze ahead, tracing the outlines of each car parked down the street, memorizing their plate numbers. You didnât know how to answer his question, so you remained silent. Beomgyu shuffles next to you, mimicking your movement of unfolding his legs. âI bet he wants money..â He then adds in a snarky tone, wiping his face once more as he snivels, âmoney to sponsor his fucking addiction.âÂ
You throw a quick glance in the direction of his discarded phone. âWhy do you still have his number?â It was obvious that he didnât like his father, so why let him bother him like that. Beomgyu shakes his head solemnly, his fingers twisting against one another as he opens his mouth only to close it again. âWouldnât it be better to block him?â â âI canât.â He suddenly exclaims, turning to you with a small frown.Â
Why not? Why let something like that plague you, why not just cut it off, why not just let go?Â
It was then you realized that perhaps you and Beomgyu shared a lot more than youâd initially wanted to admit.. Your eyes drop to the bracelet around your wrist, the silver glinting under the moon. â When your attention returns to him, you find him already watching you, his gaze following yours as it resided by the jewelry on your arm. You think he might make another comment about it, but he doesnât, instead he merely sighs as he runs a hand through his hair.Â
âI think..â You begin, your voice a quiet whisper as you stare past him, eyes drifting off into the distance as you let the words roll off your tongue. âI think youâre stuck on what couldâve been rather than what you have.â Beomgyu doesnât say anything, his gaze mindlessly dropping to his hands in front of him as he bites the inside of his cheek. âWhat I haveâ, he mutters with a small frown, clearly not intended for you to hear but you did.Â
âYou have your mom.âÂ
He scoffs, already anticipating your next self-victimizing rant about how yours was dead. âMy mom is-âÂ
âA wonderful person.â Your statement catches him off guard and his attention shifts back to your face as he studies you with a look of wariness. âAnd you would see that if you spared her more than a glareâ, you continue as you watch his skeptical expression. â You had never felt anything besides hatred for Beomgyu, and you had been so blinded by your rage that in a way, you had become almost exactly like him. But as you finally take a step back to view him completely, his disheveled frame, his slumped shoulders and runny makeup â pity washes over you, the same pity you had felt on that night two years ago; the night everything went wrong.Â
âStop holding her accountable for his mistakes.âÂ
You can see the twitch of his face at your words, as if he wanted to refuse them, to lash out on you, but he didnât. Instead he looks to you with the most sorrowful look youâd ever witnessed on him. â âHow do I do that?â He wonders, his voice is thick, laced with his previous tears. Biting your tongue, you hold back from saying what you thought he wasnât ready to hear but Beomgyu clings to you, his hands wrapping around the fabric of your shirt, his grip near trembling.Â
âI miss my mom.â He whispers, his voice breaking as a lonesome droplet falls down his cheek, slicing through the dark smear of charcoal on his face. Your jaw falls open, stunned by the way his resolve so suddenly crumbled. And as you heard the words leave his lips, âi miss my momâ, you could practically feel every single one of his emotions as they washed over him in thunderous waves. â You missed your mom too, you missed her terribly.Â
He hiccups, his tears creating a damp spot on the shoulder of your shirt. âH-How do I get her back..?â The question comes out muffled as he grips you tightly. âPleaseâŠI want my mom back.â â Your eyes sting and you feel yourself slowly losing your composure as you draw in a ragged breath. With a small push of your hands, you manage to create some distance between the two of you, enough to where you could see his wet face, his glossy eyes and swollen lips.Â
âYou have to let him go.âÂ
You reach for his phone, powering it back on. Beomgyu looks hesitant as he wipes his eyes, exhaling shakily when you extend the device to him. âThe longer you let him ruin you the more you and those around you will suffer.â â With wobbly fingers he grasps his phone, slowly finding his dadâs contact info. He wavers, thumb hovering above the block button as he bites his bottom lip.Â
You donât know why you felt the need to help him, why you felt like you had to comfort him, reassure him. â âYouâve said it yourself havenât you? Some people donât deserve children.â His gaze flickers up to meet yours at the statement, a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. âDonât let him have that privilegeâ, you say as you let your hand rest on top of his.Â
Beomgyu slowly nods, reluctantly pressing the dreadful button as he erases his father from his life. He purses his lips, breathing out through his nose as he stares at the screen for a minute, as if contemplating his next move. â âHeâs gone.â He finally states, the frown on his face only deepening as he swallowed thickly.Â
âSometimes itâs better that wayâ, you mumble, letting go of his hand as you lean back, your gaze dropping to the bracelet around your wrist.Â
Your heart pounds loudly in your chest, blood rushing through your body as you reach for the small lock, carefully unclasping the piece of sacred jewelry. Beomgyu and youâŠYou werenât so different, you think. And if he could do something, something like that, then who says you couldnât?Â
His eyes are on you, watching intently as you with shaky hands let the bracelet fall from your skin, feeling oddly empty without it. â It feels light in your hand, and you wondered how something so significant could weigh so little. It made it easier to let go. â Beomgyu lets you grab his wrist, the frown on his face creasing further when you tie the silver around him.Â
âNow sheâs gone too.âÂ
You give him a small smile, meeting his wide eyes as they shift from the bracelet around his wrist and your relieved expression.Â
Itâs without thinking that you lean in, softly pressing your lips against his in a small kiss. But this time you didnât feel guilty, nor did you feel dirty or ashamed. Instead it felt nice, it felt like closure. Letting your eyes flutter closed, feeling his warm and damp skin against your own, a stark contrast to the cold night surrounding you. Beomgyu lets you kiss him without protest and you feel the faint caress of fingers to your cheek.Â
When you pull away he chases after you, only to be stopped by the palm of your hand on his chest as you shake your head. âItâs not like that. You know it too.â Your soft whisper makes his jaw clench, his fingers dropping from your face as they curl into fists. Then he nods, the corner of his lips pulling upwards, âyeah.âÂ
Gingerly rising to your feet, you dust some off the dirt from your jeans before your attention returns to him, still perched on the sidewalk. â Your outstretched hand is met by the raise of his eyebrow and you roll your eyes, âcome on, I think thereâs someone who would like to talk to you.â Beomgyu frowns but takes your hand nonetheless as he lets you pull him up.Â
You walk like that, hand in hand, and it feels nice. Your heart sinks a little at the thought that it couldâve been like this from the start, had things worked out differently. But as you turn to walk through the small fence gate, and your eyes fall on Ms Choi, anxiously waiting by the front door, you find yourself smiling. And instead of grieving what you couldâve had, you would focus on what you did have.Â
Beomgyu audibly swallows next to you as his gaze surveys his mother, and as Ms Choi notices the two of you approaching, her face lights up. â With a final squeeze of his hand, you let him go. It was satisfactory in itself to see him walk up to his mom, letting her wrap her arms around him for the first time in what you could only guess to be years. But they both made it look so natural as they fell into each otherâs embrace. And it only confirmed what you had known for so long.
That Beomgyu was and had always been, a mommyâs boy.
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BRO?$!&?& OAAA I SAW YOU WERE OPEN TO ADAM REQUESTS AND OHHH. MY SNAP.
i am in desperate need. of adam smut.
NOW, WOULD IT BE OKAY FOR ME TO ASK FOR ADAM SMUT WITH A SUBMISSIVE FEMALE SINNER READER WHO IS:
usually shy nervous as fuck but absolutely watches him when he thinks he isn't looking
likes to compliment him in general (at the most random times too, despite the dickmaster being the FUCKING WORST, and she would get that but he IS kinda fine so)
touch-starved, incredibly easy to fluster and tease (bro has a thing for his voices and looks too, one word or look and she'd be on her knees)
pretty insecure in general (and is a sucker for being praised in bed)
I'd also specifically like to hear what he would say to the reader ESPECIALLY THAT IDFK AAA GO CRAZY
Adamâs Sinner
Part 1/3 Part 2
A/N: I was so fucking happy to get a request you donât even understand. Anyway here it is, I hope I did it justice and you enjoy it!
Warnings: Smut
Adam had been aware of (Name) for about ten years. They met during the extermination, Adam cornering her in an alley. Something compelled him to spare her, and yes he realized what a hypocrite that made him. Poor Vaggie. âFucking run, bitch.â She bolted. Adam looked around to make sure no one had seen.
The next year, Adam noticed (Name) watching him, hiding behind corners and in shadows. She did this during every extermination for about five years before Adam decided during one extermination to confront her.
(Name) peered around the corner of the dark alley she was hiding in, watching Adam kill a fellow sinner. It should disgust her, but ever since he spared her life she had a strange sort of attraction towards him. Adam looked up and (Name) ducked back behind the wall. When she peered out again, Adam was nowhere to be seen.
âWhatâs up, sugar tits?â
(Name) yelped, jumping when Adam appeared behind her. He put his hands on the wall on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. (Name) could feel her face heating up. Adam seemed to find it amusing. âFlustered?â (Name) swallowed.
âYou know Iâve seen you watching me for the last few exterminations. Whatâs up with that, hm?â
(Name) had no answer.
âWhatâs your name?â Adam asked.
â(Name),â she answered quietly. Adam had to bend down to hear her. His proximity made her blush worse, and he snickered. âI think I figured out why. No surprise really, of course youâd want a piece of the first man in existence. Iâm the fucking Dickmaster.â
He let her go shortly after their exchange, but confronted her again the next year. As years passed, Adam would spare thirty minutes every extermination to talk to (Name). He found himself becoming fond of the sinner. Her story of how she ended up in hell was interesting, and it definitely helped that she stroked his ego with compliments.
Adam found himself looking forward to seeing (Name) even more than he looked forward to the exterminations. He was grateful Lute hadnât caught on.
A few years later, and Adam noticed (Name) wasnât following him as she normally would. So he sought her out. Sheâd told him a few years ago where she lived, so that was the first place Adam checked. Sure enough, he found her there.
âSup.â
(Name) jumped. âAdam!â
âWhat the fuck, babe, not interested in seeing me this year?â Adam placed his hand over his heart in mock hurt, although while heâd never admit it, it actually did hurt him.
âWe canât see each other anymore,â (Name) announced, looking away.
âBitch why?â
âBecause one of these days weâre going to get caught. I know what happened to Vaggie. What would happen if the exterminators found out their leader was socializing with a sinner?â
âYouâre not like the other sinners,â Adam argued. âIâd show them that.â
âHow?â
Adam was quiet.
âExactly. And to be honest, I canât take the emotional torture anymore.â
âThe fuck are you on about, âemotional tortureâ? Come on babe-â
âAdam no. I canât let myself get any closer to you. We only see each other once a year and I got attached, and dealing with only seeing you once a year has gotten too painful.â
Adam was rather taken aback by the confession. He felt the same way but had been gaslighting himself to believe he didnât. For once in his life, Adam couldnât find anything to say. He decided the best course was the course of action rather than talking.
He leaned down and abruptly pressed his lips to (Name)âs. Her eyes widened and her body stiffened. When Adam received no response on her end, he pulled back, worried heâd fucked up. She stared up at him with this look on her face that Adam couldnât place. He didnât know if it was positive or negative.
âAgain,â she finally spoke in a small voice. A smirk stretched across Adamâs face, and he bent down once more to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back this time, almost desperately, and Adamâs arms wrapped around her waist. She shuddered and he pulled back.
âAre you okay?â No teasing or cursing.
âYeah I just⊠I havenât had anyone touch me like this in a long time.â
Adam couldnât say the same, but this was the first time in a long time emotions had been involved. He kissed her again and snuck his tongue into her mouth as she kissed back. âI want to fuck you,â Adam mumbled against her lips. âOkay.â
Adam pushed her down on her bed, crawling on top of her. He reconnected their lips and slid a hand under her shirt. âDamn,â he commented when his wandering hand reached her chest. âNice rack.â (Name) rolled her eyes. Adam began kissing down her neck, sucking and biting to leave his mark. (Name) moaned and grabbed onto his horns.
Adam pulled back to shed his robe, and (Name) yanked her shirt over her head. Now that Adam actually had eyes on her chest, he stared for a moment. âSo pretty~â he cooed. (Name) blushed and swallowed.
âOh~â Adam realized. âYou like that, donât you? You like being praised?â
(Name) looked away. Adam grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. âDonât be embarrassed, babe, itâs cute.â He returned to her neck, kissing down and down, her shoulder, her collarbone. Then he slid down slightly to press his face between her breasts. He laid more kisses on her chest before taking a nipple into his mouth.
Sensitive, (Name) arched her back and whimpered. âI like that noise,â Adam said, moving to the other breast. âMake it again.â He sucked and she whimpered.
Adam was aware he had a short window of time to make this work, so he pulled back and pulled down (Name)âs pants and panties in one swift motion. (Name) got embarrassed being so exposed, so Adam quickly shed his own pants and boxers to level the playing field.
He noticed (Name) staring at his dick and smirked. He took it in his hand, pumping it a few times for show. âYou like what you see, baby? Of course you do. Canât beat the original dick.â
He crawled on top of her again, nudging her thighs apart with his knee to settle between them. He reconnected their lips while his hand traveled down to the place she wanted it the most. âSo wet for me, good girl,â Adam teased. Flustered, (Name) shut him up with another kiss.
They made out while Adam experimentally slid one slender finger into her. Met with no resistance, he added another one, and began languidly pumping them in and out. (Name) was shaking. Eager to hurry this along, Adam added another finger. Three stretched her out and she moaned against his lips at the sensation. It made Adamâs dick throb.
He fingered her, with his thumb circling her clit, until he decided she was well enough prepared, pulling his hand away. (Name) whined at the loss but was quickly shut up by Adam grabbing her legs and throwing them over his shoulders. She gasped. Adam lined himself up with her entrance and sunk in slowly, giving her time to adjust. She squirmed, his girth proving to be a little painful to take.
Adam reached between them to give her clit attention, and that loosened her up right away. He bottomed out with a groan, closing his eyes. âFuck, babe, youâre so tight.â Adam kissed her again, basically bending her in half as he began thrusting. He swallowed her whimpers and moans while his pace picked up in speed and intensity.
He had tried to be slow and gentle, he really had.
Adam set a brutal pace, and (Name) clawed at his back as he pounded into her. âFuck, yeah, youâre so good for me, tits. Such a good girl, all mine,â Adam talked as he fucked her, and his every word brought (Name) closer to the edge. âYou feel so fucking good.â
Adamâs thrusts were getting sloppy as he neared his own climax. âCum for me,â he murmured. âFucking cum for me, baby.â (Name) did, her back arching off the bed, her head thrown back and mouth open in slack pleasure. Her tightening around him pushed Adam over the edge, and he buried himself as deep as he could, cumming inside her.
They both panted, holding onto one another as they came down from their highs. Adam pulled out and rolled off of (Name), collapsing onto the bed next to her. He pulled her into his chest and covered her with one of his wings, nuzzling his face into her hair.
âIâll find a way to see each other more,â he muttered. âIâll figure something out.â (Name) buried her face in his chest. âPromise?â Her voice was muffled.
âPromise.â
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Come Get Me
This is finally a new Tommy Kinard imagine, it's taken me far too long to get back to Tommy but here we are and I am hoping to write more for him very soon.
I hope you all like it.
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Tommy Kinard Masterlist
Summary: On a night out, an ex tries it on with Tommy, and (Y/n) sees. She goes to stay with a friend for a while after they argue, but when she realises she's unwell, she calls Tommy for help.
(Mentions of miscarriage)
Enjoy.
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"So, where's your girl?"
Tommy downed the last dregs of beer in his glass and set it down on the table before he darted his eyes over to Liam who was sitting across from him.
The bar they were in was crowded and loud; louder than what Tommy was used to when he was flying the helicopters. He had gotten used to a lot of noise over the years, but that didn't mean he liked to be bombarded with noise all the time. What he wouldn't give for the bar to be quiet right now.
He slouched back in the booth the five of them were cramped into and looked down at his phone on his lap. (Y/n) had said she was on her way about ten minutes ago, she shouldn't be much longer.
"She'll be here soon, she's been in town."
A fondness washed over Tommy's face and he couldn't stop his smile from broadening when he thought about (Y/n). She told him earlier she was out shopping and when he asked if she wanted to join them at the bar, he was delighted that she agreed.
(Y/n) had met the guys Tommy worked with, but she didn't see them often or know them well. And Tommy wanted to wrap himself around her and have her here with him, he hadn't seen her in over a day because of the long shift he had been on. He'd come straight from Harbour down here to the bar, catching a ride with Joe who picked him up on the way.
"Nice. You two getting serious?"
"She's moved in with me, hasn't she?" He wasn't used to talking about his private life with his friends. He chatted to them and let them talk his ear off with their personal lives and problems, but Tommy wasn't always one for sharing.
But (Y/n) was different. There was something captivating about her and Tommy just knew this relationship was different from all the other ones he'd had in the past. He wanted her to move in after the first month of dating, but he'd managed to hold back until they'd been going steady for almost ten months. They had been together for a year now and it had been the best year of Tommy's life.
No hook ups, no relationships with complicated pasts or exes hanging around every corner. No troubled relations and girls who didn't understand the job. (Y/n) understood what Tommy did and the risks that came with it, she understood him like they were one person and she loved him more than anyone else ever had.
"She's here- no one wind her up." Tommy pointed at each of his four friends sat with him, examining their grins and ignoring their little wolf whistles.
He was partly joking, but he didn't want any of them trying to mess with (Y/n) or making her uncomfortable.
It wasn't hard for (Y/n) to find the group of men she was looking for. Tommy was naturally tall and broad shouldered, he stood out in any crowd. And when she looked over the booths, she spotted him instantly and the smile he flashed in her direction.
Her heart bubbled up at that smile and those pearly whites that poked through as he waved her over and ticked his head to one side to beckon her to him. As if she hadn't already spotted them.
(Y/n) could barely contain her excitement when she made her way over towards them.
She wanted to drag Tommy to one side and talk to him alone. She wanted to tell him the good news, but she couldn't. She had to wait. She had to stall herself; after all, she had just methodically planned out a way to tell him.
She was pregnant.
(Y/n) knew they hadn't been together all that long, only a year, but she loved Tommy and she had seen him around kids, he was a natural. He would be an amazing father and she wanted to tell him in a special way. She had been looking in town for ideas and found a onesie and a cute pair of baby slippers that would do the trick. She would bag them up and give them to him as a present to tell him he was going to be a dad.
Her lips curved into a wide grin when she walked up to the booth, murmuring a soft "Hi," as she rested her hand on Tommy's shoulder and leaned into him since he was sat on the edge of the curved booth.
She thought he would of shuffled up towards Liam, but to her surprise, Tommy wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her down onto his lap instead. The swift movement earned a gasp from (Y/n)'s lips and she bit her lip to smother her laugh when Tommy instantly curved his arms around her waist and tucked his face into her neck.
"Missed me?" She murmured softly and pecked the top of his head while she reached down to give his wrists a squeeze.
"Course I have. You remember everyone, right?"
(Y/n) nodded and smiled at them, noting how they were all grinning and looking at Tommy. The one who was usually secluded and kept to himself, but now for once, they could see him lovingly wrapped around someone, letting his guard down.
"What are you drinking?" Jake got up from the booth and grabbed the empty glasses. He knew what everyone else would have. He leant his hip against the table and gazed down at (Y/n) with a toothy grin.
"Lemonade please."
"You not drinking?"
"I'm the ride home, remember?" (Y/n) smiled at Liam before she looked back at Tommy when he finally lifted his head from her neck. She couldn't admit that now, she had another reason for not drinking tonight, or any other night in the foreseeable future.
She let go of Tommy's wrist to cup his cheek and she leaned over to connect their lips in a sweet kiss. She could taste the beer on his sugary lips that felt intoxicating to her and she couldn't help but smile against him when his pointed chin pressed into hers to tip her head more in his direction.
She thanked Jake once he came back with a tray of drinks, and when it became apparant that Tommy wasn't letting her move from his lap, (Y/n) decided to get comfy.
She slouched down a bit on his lap, wriggling her back into his firm chest and she tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder.
Tommy kept one arm looped securely around her waist, pinning her in place as if she was about to go anywhere. And his other hand tapped on the table, reaching out for his drink every now and then. He couldn't have been happier that (Y/n) was getting along well with the team, Tommy wanted her to come along to more of their nights out or when they sporadically went out for meals after shift. He wanted her involved in everything he did.
The conversation flowed easily and (Y/n) found herself relaxing and slouching more into Tommy as if they were back at home. Her foot tapped up and down every now and then and she kept her face tucked into his neck for a while.
"Alright, next round."
"I'll get it, I need the toilet anyway." (Y/n) sat up straight and clicked her spine into place in the process.
She may as well go to the toilets and then get the drinks on her way back, after all she had to pass the bar to get to the ladies anyway.
"Who says I'm letting you go?" Tommy muttered quietly as he leaned forward to tuck his face back into her neck. He felt the way she shivered against him when he grazed his teeth along her skin. He was rather comfy where they were, he didn't feel like letting her disappear from his arms.
"I won't be long," (Y/n) murmured and she nudged his chin so he would look up at her again. Giving her the opportunity to kiss the corner of his mouth to try and distract him while she moved off his lap. She sucked his lower lip between hers before finally detaching from him.
Tommy's eyes stayed locked on (Y/n) when she stood up, checking her dress was pulled down and free from any wrinkles.
(Y/n) tangled a hand in her hair, brushing it from her eyes that widened when Tommy shuffled across and got up along with her. His height made him tower over her and she tilted her head back, unsure what he was doing. Was he going to escort her to the toilets? She knew where they were.
"I'll order the drinks, it might take a while." One look towards the bar showed there were a lot of people packed over there. (Y/n) could go to the toilets and come out again before Tommy even got served. He may as well get in the queue now and save them all a long wait.
(Y/n) nodded, feeling his arms secure around her waist and his lips attached to the back of her head. They walked in tandem until they reached the bar and (Y/n) finally felt him let her go so she could head to the bathroom.
Once he watched her disappear, Tommy wedged into a space at the bar and slumped his forearms down. His lower back arched out as he waited very patiently for someone to come over and serve him. But he felt his blood running cold when a vaguely familiar voice caught his attention.
"Tommy? Oh, I thought it was you."
He glanced over his shoulder and did his best to hide the grimace from his face when he realised who it was. He couldn't hide the distaste from his eyes, but he was sure she didn't seem to notice.
"Hi."
Charlie.
His ex. The one he had a few hook ups with right before he met (Y/n). They hadn't exactly dated, it had just been a few odd nights together here and there and from what Tommy knew of her, she wasn't an amazing person. She was fun but she was way too much for Tommy, he couldn't handle that kind of snarky energy that she had and he was too old for just hooking up.
She wanted to be friends with benefits and Tommy was past that point in his life.
"How's longs it been?" She leaned her hip against the bar and patted his shoulder like they were old friends rather than, well, whatever they actually were.
"A while." He hoped the curt response would be enough to tell her that he wasn't interested in a civil chat with her. Tommy was out with his friends from work and his partner, he didn't want to riminess about old times or talk to an old fling from the past.
He hadn't contacted or seen Charlie at all since the moment he started dating (Y/n). When he and (Y/n) got together, Tommy cut all contact with Charlie and anyone else he used to have meaningless flings with. He was serious about (Y/n), she was the one for him.
"Fancy grabbing a drink with me?"
When her hand moved over his shoulder, Tommy shrugged off her touch while his eyes scanned around the bar. No one was coming to his rescue to serve him and if he moved away now it would only mean a longer wait as people would push in front. Although if he headed near the toilets he could wait for (Y/n) and attach himself to her, make it clear to Charlie that he wanted nothing to do with her.
"No, thanks."
When she didn't move away from him and in fact got closer, Tommy all but groaned under his breath. He turned to lean his left elbow on the bar with his body twisted to face Charlie. He didn't want to tell her to go away or be rude, but he had to make it clear he didn't want anything to do with her.
Although she seemed to get the wrong impression because she hooked her arms around his neck almost instantly. With a locked jaw, he reached his hands around to unhook her arms but he was taken by surprise when she pushed up towards him.
She had to be wearing heels which made her more his height because in no time at all, Charlie had her lips on his.
Tommy could taste the vodka on her lips and her breath was laced with all sorts of alcoholic remedies which made his nose crinkle. He leaned back again until he was practically pushing on the person behind him and with a bit of strength, he clasped Charlie's hands and roughly threw her arms back towards her.
Their lips detached when he pushed her away and his lips crinkled in distaste but he could of screamed when Charlie slumped into his chest. She was drunk, and the way she giggled and spluttered his name had him close to rolling his eyes.
But when Tommy looked to the left, his heart stopped.
(Y/n)'s arms moved to wrap around her waist and her nails started to dig into her skin, creating claw marks up and down her arms as she watched Tommy.
She had no idea who the blonde was attached to his chest, but she knew she had just seen them kissing.
Was he seriously kissing someone while (Y/n) had gone to the toilets? She had been gone less than five minutes. What was he playing at? Why would he do that? (Y/n) had been agonising all day over the right way to tell him that they were going to be a family, but this wasn't something she had accounted for.
Unsure what to do or what she wanted to do, (Y/n) made herself as small as she could and weaved past the bodies pushing in all directions.
Tommy wasn't like that. He wasn't self-centred. He wasn't vain or ignorant or the type to cheat or flirt about. (Y/n) knew he had been a bit careless in the past, he had a lot of hook ups, but he said he was done with that lifestyle. He had the gall to tell her he was too old for that.
Well, then what had (Y/n) just witnessed?
Her body trembled and she jerked forward when she felt a familiar hand curling around her arm. She stopped trying to stride away but when Tommy spun her round to face him, she yanked her arm out of his grip.
"Don't touch me."
She couldn't help but wince. Her words were like a steel knife slicing through Tommy and she could see him visibly wince and shake when he registered her words. His face fell and those deep blue eyes turned as dark as midnight when he looked down at her.
"BabyâŠ" His ruby red lips parted and his jaw loosened but he didn't seem to have the right words.
"Who is she?"
"Someone I- just someone I hooked up with a few times, before you. I stopped seeing her the moment you were in my life." His words sounded so sincere that (Y/n) found herself shaking.
"So w-why kiss her?" If he was this serious about (Y/n), why hurt her like this and kiss someone from his past?
"I didn't- she kissed me! Baby I swear I didn't-"
"Get off." She shrunk back when he tried to reach for her again and she was dismayed to find tears already running down her face.
This was supposed to be a good night. They were supposed to have fun with his friends and then tomorrow she would give him the present and tell him their news. Tommy wasn't supposed to do this. His ex wasn't supposed to be hanging around and just happen to turn up and kiss him right now. And what if he wanted her to? What if he saw her and thought she was more fun than (Y/n)?
What if he thought it would be better to go back to her and what they had rather than the stability he found himself having with (Y/n)? Maybe settling down wasn't something Tommy wanted after all.
(Y/n) swiped her hands across her cheeks to brush away the tears before she turned away from him.
"Baby where are you going?" The urgency in his tone made (Y/n) want to cave in, but she kept her back to him and tightened her arms around her waist. She felt sick. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing in every blood vessel in her body until she felt like a boom box. It made her feel like she was about to combust.
"I don't know."
"(Y/n) talk to me, don't leave it like this."
He didn't want her to go. He didn't want her thinking all these bad things about him when he truly didn't do anything to hurt her. He didn't kiss Charlie, she came onto him. He wished (Y/n) had come out the toilets a minute earlier and witnessed Charlie latching onto him.
"No. I don't know if I can trust you." She wasn't sure if her words reached his ears or not with her voice so quiet and frail and the music so loud and obnoxious. But she carried on walking until she was running out the bar, aiming straight for her car.
She wasn't going home. She wasn't going to wait for him and argue when he got back and she didn't want to be alone.
***
(Y/n) huffed and opened her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. she scanned around her unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the pale grey curtains that didn't do much to keep the light out the room. The patterned wallpaper on the feature wall near the bedroom door; the tv on the chest of drawers opposite the bed.
Every time she looked around the room, she seemed to find something new, but it wasn't doing anything to take her mind off the fact that these weren't her usual surroundings.
This wasn't home.
There was no bedside table littered with at least three different books, topped off with a pair of reading glasses belonging to Tommy. There was no scent of leather cologne wafting through the air. No blackout curtains, no chair in the corner of the room with a pile of fresh clothes laid out for the next day.
No Tommy laid beside her like a human radiator.
She didn't really want to be here. As much as (Y/n) was grateful to Hen and Karen for letting her stay with them these last two nights, she wanted to go home. (Y/n) wanted to be back in her familiar surroundings, back in her home with Tommy, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to him yet.
He had messaged her, constantly, and tried ringing, but she didn't want to hear his voice. Not when she knew one word from him would break her and have her running back home.
She would talk to him soon.
Twisting onto her side, (Y/n) coiled her knees up to her stomach and supressed a groan by burying her face in the pillow. She didn't feel well. She had barely slept these last two nights, and last night had been worse. (Y/n) wasn't even sure what time it was right now, all she knew was her anxiety had twisted her stomach up into knots and made her feel sick.
Her feet began to fidget and tap against the bed as she shuffled further beneath the cover and bound her arms around her waist. Why did she have to feel unwell right now? She always attached herself to Tommy when she didn't feel great, and there was nothing she wanted more than to wrap herself around him right now.
She tried to switch off her mind and get some more sleep; the light seeping through the curtains told her that it was still early morning. It wasn't time to get up yet and if she did she had no idea what she would do. More time only gave (Y/n) more reasons to panic and worry and think about what she was going to do.
When she felt like she was going to be sick, she hastily pushed up so she was sitting up in bed but it made her head loll back as dizziness overwhelmed her. The air was cold and nipped at her skin when she moved the cover with a groan, but just as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, something caught her eye.
Dread clogged up (Y/n)'s lungs until she felt like she was drowning and she fumbled to turn the bedside lamp on for a better view.
Oh no. She was bleeding.
Blood was painted across the inside of her thighs and her sleep shorts and a small patch was soaked into the bed sheets.
This wasn't good.
Another twinge tore through her stomach, causing (Y/n) to curl her legs beneath her and press one trembling palm against her stomach. She had barely found out about this pregnancy two weeks ago, was she really losing the baby already? She hadn't even told Tommy yet.
All those plans and thoughts of different ways to tell him had all gone out the window now. She was supposed to tell him yesterday. She wanted to give him the present that was still sitting in the boot of her car.
Now something was wrong and she hadn't even told him.
She wanted Tommy.
Her knees coiled up to imbed into her stomach and (Y/n) reached one hand out for her phone while she slouched back into the pillows and curled her free arm around her knees. Tears began to fall from her eyes as her stomach burned with strange cramps that were steadily getting worse.
What was she going to say? What was she going to do? It didn't seem fair to talk to him after two days and tell him something was wrong and she needed help. But what other choice did she have if she wanted Tommy's help?
"Finally!" The deep, exasperated tone in Tommy's voice made (Y/n) shake and she could tell she had woken him up.
Tommy couldn't stop the relief from creeping into his tone while he scrambled to sit up and clear his head. He wasn't sure why she was finally ringing him so early in the morning but Tommy would be damned if he didn't answer the phone. He wanted to talk to her; he was desperate to explain and finally hear her voice and have (Y/n) tell him she wasn't going to avoid him any longer. Two days had felt like two years for Tommy.
"Are you okay? Baby I kept calling, we need to talk, I need to see you-"
"Tommy, pleaseâŠ"
A shudder tore down Tommy's spine and he stopped his rambling immediately. Why was she crying? Where was she? It was five in the morning, what had happened for her to be crying and calling him now?
As much as Tommy hoped (Y/n) had missed him, he very much doubted that she was crying because she wanted to see him. It had to be something complicated and more serious than simply wanting to see him.
"Baby what's the matter?" He tried to void the apprehension from his voice as he sat up on the side of the bed and swung his legs over the side.
Whatever was going on, he was awake now and he wasn't about to go back to sleep after this call.
"Please, c-can you come get me?" She felt stupid. She felt silly and weak and pathetic and horrible for finally calling him but not to apologise or ask to talk. She was asking for help after she was the one who walked away from him and didn't go back to their shared home. (Y/n) was the one avoiding Tommy and yet here she was asking for help.
"You know I will, where are you baby? Are you hurt?" Tommy would gladly go and get here, wherever she was, whatever she was doing, he would come and get her.
The break in her voice made his heart shatter and he stumbled off the bed, trying to pin his phone to his ear while he fumbled to find some clothes and get changed.
"Staying wâŠwith Hen- oh, Tommy I don't feel good, please-"
"I'm on my way, okay? I'm coming to get you right now."
In the midst of the panic, Tommy didn't ask what the problem was or what was happening. He started to think once he was dressed and in the car, going over the limit to get to his friend's house as fast as possible. He didn't know why she didn't feel well. She could have hurt herself; she could have fallen or been sick or have some kind of infection or internal injury.
And Tommy didn't even question it. He ran his hand up and down his jaw and carded his fingers through his hair that he knew would be all over the place by now. He hadn't taken the time to brush his hair, put socks on his feet or head to the bathroom.
He stumbled into a pair of jeans and the closest shirt he could find, got into his shoes and climbed in the car. He moved as swiftly as possible so he could get to (Y/n). It had been a while since he had been to Hen and Karen's place; he met them for lunch sometimes and went out for drinks, but he didn't usually visit their place.
He pulled up on the curb and scrambled out the car, moving as fast as his numb legs would go up the path towards Hen's house.
He tried not to knock too loudly and only pressed the bell once, he didn't want to wake Denny and cause a panic. But he also didn't want to be stood out on the front if they were asleep and didn't know that something was wrong with (Y/n). He had to get inside and see her, he had to know what was going on.
His weight shifted from foot to foot, apprehension rolling off of him as he tried his best not to become impatient, but he could hear the clock ticking away in the back of his mind. Counting how long it was taking for someone to get to him. He had to see (Y/n).
His hand rose up, about to knock on the door again until the locks finally twisted and the door opened up. He could see Hen was neither happy nor bright to see him, she had one brow rose, her glasses skewed on her nose and she leaned most of her weight on the door. He had woken her up, just as he expected he would.
"Kinard, what are you doing at my house at⊠half five in the morning?" Hen glanced down at her phone in her hand before she shook her head at her friend.
She had been expecting him to turn up yesterday since (Y/n) had been staying with them, but she didn't expect him so early in the morning. She didn't even know if Tommy knew that (Y/n) was here. Hen was under the impression he didn't know because he hadn't messaged her to ask about (Y/n) or if she would talk to her for him. Clearly he knew.
"(Y/n) called me, something's wrong I need to see her. Where is she?"
Confusion pooled in Hen's eyes as she glanced over her shoulder before she looked back at Tommy. The panic in his eyes told her he wasn't just saying that to get inside and see (Y/n), something clearly wasn't right. But she would of thought (Y/n) would of woken her or Karen to say there was some kind of problem or that something was wrong.
"In the spare room, come in." She motioned her arm towards him and beckoned him inside.
Tommy followed nervously after Hen, letting her guide him down the hall and towards the spare room on the left. She knocked lightly on the door, uttering (Y/n)'s name but before she got the door open, Tommy was already weaving in front of her to peer inside.
Terror flooded Tommy's veins when his eyes locked on his partner, and he didn't like what he saw. (Y/n), sat in the middle of the bed, her whole body trembling, tears streaked down her face. Her hands were scraping furiously up and down her thighs in a nervous manner but it was the blood coating her inner thighs and the rather substancial amount soaked into the sheets that made Tommy's nose crinkle.
"Oh Christ, baby what happened?!"
He slammed down on his knees beside the bed, watching in fright as (Y/n) shakily turned her head to look down at him. He didn't like the way her hand moved to press down into her abdomen and the agony was clearly written across her face, making him swallow down a groan.
"God, (Y/n)âŠ" Hen wasn't too sure what to say or what was happening but she didn't step any closer when (Y/n) shook her head. She only wanted Tommy; that was why she had called him.
Tommy curled one hand around her lower leg while his other hand moved to gently take her wrist. His fingers pressed over her pulse point so he could count the beats that were flying high as (Y/n) was on the verge of hyperventilating.
"Baby, talk to me."
"I'm pregnant."
Or I was. Probably not anymore.
Tommy couldn't stop the panic from flooding his system, or the tears that he furiously pushed down. He couldn't lose his nerve now, not when (Y/n) needed him and she was the one practically going into shock right now.
He looked over his shoulder at Hen but when he saw her get her phone out, he shook his head. It would be easier and quicker for him to take (Y/n) to the hospital than hang around waiting for an ambulance and he knew she would be calmer if he took her.
Pregnant.
She never said. How long had she known about this? Why hadn't she said anything? Had their argument the other night had anything to do with what was happening now? Tommy would never forgive himself if that was the truth.
"Okay⊠let's go get you checked out." Tommy looked around the room until he saw (Y/n)'s bag on the floor at the end of the bed. He rummaged through and found her jacket, biting down on his lower lip when he picked it up and realised it was actually his jacket.
He helped her slip it on and he pulled it tight around her chest before he stood up, moving his hands to her elbows.
He didn't like the way her legs trembled when she stood up but the way she fisted his shirt in her hands and pressed her face deep into his chest made him feel a little better. She was clinging to him rather than pushing him away. He wanted to look after her and comfort her, Tommy didn't know what he would do if she pushed him away like she had done the other night at the bar. He couldn't bear to have her do that again.
Tommy managed a tight smile in Hen's direction when she pushed the door open and hovered nearby in case they needed any help. He was rather surprised but still relieved when (Y/n) stayed tucked into his chest as they walked down the hall, only pausing so she could shimmy into her shoes before they headed out to the car.
"Call me when you have news."
Once (Y/n) was in the car, Tommy patted Hen's shoulder and nodded, murmuring a quiet "Thanks," before he climbed in the car.
Somehow, he didn't think the news they were going to receive was going to be anything good.
***
(Y/n) slowly raked her hands up and down her thighs, creating small creases and jagged lines in her skin where her nails started to scratch and dig in. It almost felt strange, looking down at her thighs that were no longer caked in blood. She wasn't sure why there had been so much blood, it didn't stop until the nurse gave her an injection.
She wondered if she didn't have the injection, whether all the pints would just drain out of her body like a broken tap.
It didn't register for a few moments that tears were once again flushing her face until she felt Tommy's thumb swiping across her cheek to brush them away.
"I was g-gonna tell you, I h⊠I had a plan," She couldn't bring herself to look up at Tommy as she spoke, but she felt like she had to say something. That she had to make sure he knew she had planned it all out, well, except for what happened this morning.
She hadn't planned on losing the baby.
"It's okay." He didn't want (Y/n) thinking she had to explain, she didn't have to say anything. Tommy knew she would of told him at some point, whether it would have been yesterday, next week or even next month. He just wished he could have changed what happened.
Maybe if they didn't argue, this wouldn't of happened. Maybe he would of found out earlier. Perhaps this would of happened at home, where (Y/n) would have been with Tommy from the start and he could have done more for her and looked after her better. Instead of things turning out like this.
When Tommy curved his hand round to cup the back of her head, (Y/n) paused, waiting for his next movements. She felt his fingers tangling in her hair and brushing across her neck but when his lips pressed to her temple, the dam broke. Tears cascaded down her face again and she pushed forward until her face was smothered in his chest and both arms were wrapped around his broad chest.
"The other night, I was trying to get her to leave, I wasn't cosying up to her. I promise that you can trust me, baby, always." He wasn't sure now was the time, but Tommy had to get it off his chest before it ate away at him.
He couldn't stand the thought of (Y/n) thinking ill of him; thinking that he didn't love her enough to stay faithful. He had to make sure (Y/n) knew that Charlie- or any other girl for that matter- meant nothing to him, (Y/n) was the only girl he thought about, loved and could ever see himself with.
The thought of her thinking she couldn't trust him made Tommy's heart shatter. She could always trust him, and he would do what he could to make her see that.
"I trust you." Her response was muffled through his shirt, but Tommy heard her.
(Y/n) knew she could trust him. He came straight away when she called, he came and looked after her and brought her here and he hadn't left her side for a single second. All the messages and calls he tried to make to her proved that he was desperate to talk to her, to explain, and (Y/n) knew he wouldn't be doing that if he wanted to be with someone else or if he had gone around kissing another woman. He wasn't guilty, he was desperate; desperate for her to see the truth.
"I'm so sorry, baby." He murmured quietly into her hair, trying to stop his voice from breaking.
"I lost them."
She hadn't known for very long. (Y/n) somehow felt cheated. She felt like she had been told she was going to win something, only to find out she was nowhere near winning. A baby had been held out towards her and then snatched away before she got the chance to have them.
It felt like she had jinxed things by buying something to tell Tommy in a special way, like the universe thought she didn't deserve this and took that fate away from her.
"It happens, sweetheart. It's gonna be okay, I've got you." He peppered hundreds of kisses to the top of her head while he unconsciously started to sway them from left to right on the bed. He could feel (Y/n)'s hands tightening in his back and her nails were starting to scratch into his skin, but he simply held her tighter.
He would hold her until she told him to let go, and if she didn't, he would hold onto her until the world ended.
He tilted his head down to look at her when (Y/n) turned her head and smothered her cheek into his chest. She took a few deep breaths before she tried to look up at him through those long lashes that were still shedding tears, even if she wasn't hyperventilating anymore.
"I wanna go back home, with you." She didn't want to be here any longer, she just wanted to go to their home and curl up in bed. She wanted to be bundled under the covers with Tommy wrapped around her like a securing, weighted blanket. (Y/n) wanted to feel his face tucked into the crook of her neck, his arms around her waist and his chest pushing down on her like he was trying to merge them into one being.
She wanted to be back home with Tommy, where she belonged.
When she tipped her head back to see him properly, she found a tender look playing on his lips. He dove down and pressed a soft, wet kiss to her lips while his hand began to glide up and down her waist.
"As soon as they discharge you, I'll take you home, baby. I promise."
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Fictober23 Prompt: 22 - "Who takes care of you?"
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: -
A/N: Originally Cass was supposed to be the one picking up Danny... but I was not confident enough in that deleted part and so Dick's part ended up getting changed and being the last one instead.
Damian blinked at the child sitting at the playpen of the rescued kittens. He was sure there hadn't been anyone before besides this was a restricted area. Only volunteers and the actual workers of the animal shelter were allowed here. He looked around the area, hoping to see someone that could identify as the child's guardian but he was alone in the room with the child and kittens.
"How did you get in here?" He bluntly asked but the child was apparently ignoring him. The boy's back was turned to him and Damian's eyes narrowed. The child was wearing a slightly oversized NASA shirt as well as ratty looking shorts. He had black hair that appeared to be slightly unkempt with a length just enough to prevent Damian from seeing the child's eyes. He stepped over the knee high kitten fence towards the child but then stopped.
The boy was holding one of their smallest kittens they had rescued two days ago. The kitten had refused any milk or food they had offered it. Damian had planned to try and convince it to eat something before the workers would be forced to attempt force feeding. But the boy was holding it and one of the milk bottles was only used for the youngest of kittens. It was eating.
The small child was mumbling something to the kitten and Damian believed he picked up some of the words being: 'You're safe now.', 'I know it hurts but you gotta eat.', 'Being lost is always scary.', 'I am sure everyone is worried.'.
Under normal circumstances Damian would be suspicious of this boy but right now he was more relieved that the little one they all had been worried about was finally eating something. He would have to thank this little boy and his guardian. Maybe the boy even planned to give that little kitten a home with him.
With a small fond smile Damian decided to let the boy be and turned to feet the other kittens that were already excitingly climbing up his leg for their meal in his hands. He hadn't watched the child for less than five minutes but when he turned back to ask that child about his guardian.
The boy was gone. The feeding bottle was propped onto the fence in a way that allowed the little kittens to still feed off it. It was like the boy had never been there. Damian hadn't heard the door of the room open and close either. Nor the typical rustling of clothes when one stands up. He narrowed his eyes at the spot where the child had been.
Even when asking the other volunteers and workers. No one else appeared to have seen the child he had described to them.
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Tim blinked at the boy that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Or maybe Tim had been too tired to realize that he had sat down into a booth that was already taken when he had ordered his coffee. The child didn't appear to pay him any mind, to focus on a piece of paper they were drawing on with green crayons.
Tim looked around the coffee shop trying to spot who this child belonged to but found no one. Now the most responsible thing would probably be to alert one of the store workers about a possible abandoned child, get in contact with the authorities and make sure the child would be returned to his rightful guardians or parents.
The problem was, Tim was sleep deprived and had his own fair share of abandoned child issues as well as having seen enough corrupted authorities trafficking children like that.
"Hey there, what are you doing?" He asked the kid instead, black shaggy hair hung into the kids eyes and the head moved only so slightly indicating that the child had heard him.
"Drawing a blueprint." The boy mumbled and Tim arched an eyebrow.
"With crayons?"
"This is the only shop that gave me this for free so I wouldn't have to attempt to steal a pen and paper."
Tim hummed studying the boy more closely and his drawing more closely now. He arched an eyebrow when among the barely readable scribes he noticed something that looked a lot like a mathematical equation.
Letting his eyes wander around the store once more before resting them on the child Tim thought about it. A child seemingly alone in a coffee shop, the only place according to the kid that had willingly given him paper and crayons to draw with. The drawing being a 'blueprint' for something and among the scribbles were some actual calculations that might make sense. He would need to take a closer look to really judge that.
"Don't you have things like that at home?"
Before he could receive an answer Tim's number got called out, telling him that his order was ready. Glancing at the kid he got up to quickly retrieve it. But when he turned back to the table to continue questioning the child he found the booth empty with no indication that anyone had been there before.
Partially Tim thought his mind might have hallucinated the boy in his sleep deprived state but a broken piece of green crayon left on the floor by the place where the boy had sat was his indication that he hadn't. Strangely enough, when he tried to check for video evidence, Tim found that all surveillance videos were corrupted.
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Jason was just done dealing with this drug deal when he heard rustling behind some of the warehouse crates. Instinctively he pulled out his gun. It appeared like one of these goons tried to sneak away. Well not on his watch.
But once he had silently made his way over to the crates he did not find a left over underling like he expected. No when he kicked the crate and pointed his gun it was not a grown ass man trying to hide from Red Hoods wrath, no a goddamn child rolled out of the crate clutching some metal pieces and electric cables to his chest.
"Fuck!" His first thought was that these assholes he had just beat up were not only trafficking drugs but also children, it made him want to beat the ever living daylight out of them a second time. But then the child's head tilted ever so slightly, eyes covered by his shaggy looking hair but Jason thought he saw blue peeking out between the strands of hair.
"Shit." He cursed once more hurrying to put his gun away so as not to scare the kid, before he crouched in front of the boy. "Hey there, you okay?"
His hands hovered above the boy's shoulders, close enough to catch the kid should he fall over but not too close to make the boy feel threatened. Looking the kid up and down, Jason tried to see if there were any injuries on the boy.
"No! The circuit board I found is now cracked! What a waste!" The boy held up a clearly cracked and broken piece of electronics with one hand, his other arm was still clutching some cables and metal to his chest.
Not the reaction he was expecting but Jason could find a way to roll with it. "Bummer huh? Want me to show you a place where we could get a perfectly good one?"
The boy was grumbling something inaudible and threw the piece of broken electronics to the side, instead picking up something else that had rolled out with the boy from the crate. Jason watched how the boy, clearly ignoring his question, picked up what looked like a piece of surveillance equipment and inspected it.
"I guess that thing will do. No one will miss it if one of them is gone, right?"
"One of them?" Jason questioned looking at the little transmitter in the kids hands. The boy appeared to finally pay attention to him, turning his head ever so lightly up to look at Jasons. "Yea there are a bunch of these in all the boxes."
He narrowed his eyes and looked over his shoulder and shouted at his men. "HEY! Get someone to look at this stuff! They bugged the place!"
When he turned back towards the boy he found kid gone. Jason blinked in disbelief, his hands which had been hovering over the kids shoulder were now above an empty spot.
"Where the fuck�!" He stood looking around the warehouse and around all the boxes and crates. But the kid was nowhere to be found. He cursed several times and had his men looking in the surrounding area but there was no trace of the child.
All that was left from his encounter with he child was that piece of broken electronic the kid had thrown to the side. Not even his helmet had retained any footage. The video one loaded onto his laptop to review it, turned out to be corrupted. So now he couldn't even print out a picture or something of the boy.
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By now the meetings of his siblings with a small black haired boy had made the rounds in their family. While Damian, Tim and Jason appeared to have had the biggest meetings with the child they weren't the only ones. Once the topic has come up, Steph, Duke and even Cass shared small stories of having met a child with the same description.
Dick had then pouted a little, lamenting that he was the only one that hadn't gotten to meet this strange kid that appeared out of nowhere and then also disappeared like he never had been there. His siblings had only stared at him unimpressed.
Well either way it looked like Dick was getting his wish after all. If Damian hadn't mentioned what the kid was wearing and Jason hadn't added that the kid appeared to be collecting electronics Dick might have overlooked it when he had jumped from roof to roof.
But as it was he caught a little boy trying to drag an old washing machine tied with rope into an empty building. It had made Dick pause and stare at the situation long enough to realize that the kid fit the description his siblings had given him before perfectly.
On instinct he wanted to jump down and talk with the little bugger but he was also curious of what the boy was doing so he watched a little more and he was quite impressed. The child must possess some strength because after a while the kid had dragged the washing machine into the building.
Spotting an open window Dick decided to sneak in that way to continue to observe. Once in though he blinked at what he saw. The kid had built a lab out of scrap metal. There was also something that looked like an arch the boy was clearly working on but holy moly. Tim probably wasn't too far off with his boy genius on the run theory.
But looking around more Dick also noticed that the place did not look lived in. Sure there was this giant self made lab area but everything else looked very much abandoned. He glanced around and snuck into another area finding a mattress, bedding and a backpack with a thermos as well as a couple of packs of snacks but no actual food.
Dick frowned at this. Even if the boy was a child genius, this was no way to life for someone his age. He looked over his shoulder towards the entrance of the area he was in. In the distance he could hear metal clanging. Looks like the kid was already working on dismantling the washing machine he had dragged in.
He reached out to the backpack, looking into it carefully but found nothing but a second set of spare clothes and what looked like an old self made flip phone. He should feel guilty but he wanted to make sure of things, so Dick flipped the phone open, checking if it was on. What greeted him was the image of a teenage boy that held similarities to the child getting hugged by what appeared to be the teenager's friends with a red haired girl behind them.
Frowning more, dick decided enough was enough. He openly walked to the lap area where the child was currently sticking his head into the washing drum. "Hey there kid!"
He winced hearing how the boy apparently banged his head on something and let out a storm of curses that would probably make Jason proud or all of his siblings frown. Leaning over the washing machine he smiled at the kid as the boy glared up at him rubbing his forehead. Ouch there really was a bump forming. He will ice it later.
"You're one of Gotham's vigilantes, Nightwing." The kid muttered but Dick caught the hand sneaking to the side reaching for a heavy looking wrench.
"That I am and you're a little kid working in a self made lab. Where are your parents and or guardian?"
"Don't have any here." The kid was now full on glaring at him. Why was he getting the not as friendly treatment? Sure that's better than the way his siblings had described the boy ignoring them but he hadn't done anything bad to the kid yet.
"If you don't have any, who takes care of you?" He then asked, still all smiles and friendly despite internally being very worried about this child's wellbeing.
"I take care of myself. I am not doing anything illegally. Everything I got here was thrown away by other people! You can't arrest me!" The boy hissed and hadn't Jason and Cass said they saw the child's eyes being blue? Why did he just see green peek through the bangs of the kid?
"Hey, hey, hey! I am not here to arrest anyone! I promise!" He held his hands up but the boy still glared at him. "But if you are alone here, you know I can't just let you be right?"
"No, you can!" The boy sprang up holding the wrench like a weapon in front of him. "I am perfectly fine on my own and working on a way back home! You can just leave me alone and act like you never saw me!"
Dick shook his head. The boy appeared to be stubborn and set on not having anyone interfere with whatever he was building. But Dick, in good consciousness, couldn't just leave like nothing was going on. His siblings had also voiced worry for this child. So he was going to try to negotiate something with the kid, and if that didn't work⊠Well Dick could always pull a Bruce and bring the kid home and into his care anyway. "Sorry little guy. No can do, but if you tell me more about your situation maybe I can help you get home?"
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Grief and relief
Just a few more minutes. That's what Hero told themselves as they stared at the casket in front of them. They hear the camera shutters click behind them. The press that wants to cover this amazing day. All the city officials and important people watching this funeral, trying not to visibly smile from happiness. The whole city is celebrating, because a Villain has died. And a scary one, so extra confetti. It's not like anyone would miss themâŠ
Except Hero. Hero missed them. Yes, they were a Villain, but one with morals. They didn't kill children in the middle of the night. No. No, they went for the sick billionaires that poison the air around poor neighborhoods, because who cared? They were poor. Well, they did. And Hero does. And now the billionaires and corrupt politicians that survived are smiling at their grave. They remember how Hero and Villain would meet up in dark alleys and just talk. About politics, morals, their day,... Hero felt like they could share anything they wanted and Villain would have an answer, a solution, a reason ready for them. They could never admit it to anyone but they really cared for Villain.
It made Hero's stomach turn. They wanted to scream and cry and cuss them out for the scum they are. For hurting so many people. For stealing their money. For polluting their city⊠For killing Villain.
Hero had no proof but that building didn't collapse by accident. The Agency had just figured out where Villain lived and an hour later the building collapsed. They felt tears prick in the corner of their eyes. They had been asking to go after those corrupt assholes and everytime they got denied. Because they sponsor the Agency. Because of fucking money. Nevermind they were a hero-agency meant to bring justice to criminalsâŠ
They fought back the tears. They couldn't cry. Not in front of the press. A hero showing sympathy for a villain? That's called career suicide. But damn it, they wanted to. Not only because they were grieving, but also because they were angry and desperate.
Hero watched as they lowered the casket into the ground and after a last speech, everybody left. They slowly stood up and dragged themselves back to the city. After a few blocks they managed to lose the paparazzi. Where should they go? A bar to drink away their grief? Or a rage room to let out their anger?
All of a sudden a figure stands behind them. Hero whips their head around and gasps. No, this canât be. âVillainâŠ?â They whisper. Villain smiles. âDid you really believe I would let myself be killed that easily?â Hero canât hold it in any longer. Tears start to fall on their cheeks and there seems to be something stuck in their throat. They let all their sadness and anger flow out with their tears. Villain was alive!
âOh, honeyâŠâ Villain says softly as they pull Hero close into a hug. Hero continues to sob in Villainâs chest. They can feel Villain rub soft circles on their back. âI'm okay. I'm sorry,â Villain whispers. âYouâre an asshole,â Hero manages to say between sobs. âFor making me believe that.â Villain huffs a soft laugh. âYeah, guess I am⊠I really didn't know you cared that much about meâŠâ Hero looks up at Villain. They have a kind of sad fondness in their eyes. âHow did you do it?â Hero asks them. Villain looks around them, searching for witnesses that might hear them. âLet's go to where I'm staying, I can explain there.â they say quickly. The crime fighter nods as the pair starts to walk.
Hero needed more than a rage room after Villain told the entire story
Hi! It has been a while, I know. But I felt like writing again and this just flowed out so I hope you enjoy.
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pedri and joao threesome pls đđ»đ absolutely love everything u write
Their cum as lipgloss >...
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Twice The Fun
You were squealing like a little school girl, when you opened your package. After removing the wrapping paper, the royal blue fabric greeted you. The polyester was soft between your fingers, when you took the shirt from the box.Â
You smiled.
Another piece for your collection. Immediately after seeing the transfer announcement on his instagram, you went to the FC Chelsea website and placed your order.Â
Scrunching your nose at the chemical smell, you cut the labels and put it in the washing machine. 20 Minutes and it will smell fresh as ever.
His jerseys held a special place in your closet, right behind your dresses and blouses. All of them neatly hung up on black coat hangers, sorted by club and season. You started collecting them long before meeting Pedri, who wasn't exactly fond of your little obsession with Chelsea's new striker starlet.
So when you sat on the couch two days later, watching Chelsea's Champions League match and Pedri came home from practice, he gave you a cold stare instead of the usual kiss. All because of that damn name on the back of the jersey.
"So you're a Chelsea fan now ?" Your boyfriend asked mockingly, sitting down next to you.Â
You smirked. "Only until the end of the season, then I can watch him beat your ass in LaLiga again"Â
"I should bend you over and give your ass a little beating for talking to me like that" Pedri replied, obviously pissed off.
"I really don't get why you're so jealous. I'm just a fan" you poked his chest playfully.Â
"I'm not jealous! JoĂŁo Felix is a fucking arrogant asshole, who thinks he's the next Ronaldo just bc he scored a few goals. You shouldn't sit here, wearing his jersey." Pedri crossed his arms.
You decided to push his buttons a little more. "and yet he's there playing Champions League and you sit here, exhausted from extra training, because you disqualified from Europa League"
The midfielder rolled his eyes. "If he's so great then why aren't you there with him ? I bet you'd let him fuck you after the match, the way you're jumping up and down just because he hit the crossbar. Any 4th grader would've scored that."Â
"If you had asked me in 2019 I'd tell you yes. I thought his braces were really hot" you admitted, focus back on the TV.Â
Pedri laughed. "His braces ?" You joined in, glad he lightened his mood.
"What can I say I am obsessed"Â
He looked at you, raising a brow. "So you're telling me you didn't think about it recently"
"If I say I did, will you get a pissed again ?" you nudged his shoulder.
You leaned close to his ear, not waiting for a reply. "Because I did, but don't worry, only when Barcelona played against Atletico. Twice the fun, right ?"Â
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Teasing Pedri with JoĂŁo wasn't your best choice. You boyfriend had been acting annoyed all week and ignored your affectionate tries to lighten him up. You decided to surprise and apologize to him.Â
Pedri had a new campaign photoshoot with Adidas today, meaning he would probably come home late.Â
You dimmed the light in your shared bedroom and lit a few tea lights to set the mood. Pedri loved it when you wore lingerie and you had just found the right set on your shopping trip today. It came with a matching robe which wouldn't make you feel too naked. The color was a soft red, powdery and not to bright, complimenting your skin tone.
The thought of Pedri's lips teasing your skin as he slowly took the lace of your body made you shiver in delight. He wouldn't be able to resist you.
Putting on some light makeup, you heard the lock turning. You quickly applied some last layers of mascara and went to the hallway.Â
You jumped into your boyfriends arms, pulling him into a heated kiss. His hands caught your waist under the robe caressing your hips. Your fingers caressed his cheek as you broke the kiss, staring into his deep brown eyes.Â
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you. I'm more obsessed with you than with JoĂŁo." you said, hoping he'd accept it.Â
"Didn't sound like that when Pedri told me about it." a voice with familiar accent stated. You know that voice.
You let go of your boyfriend to see if your guess was right, but it couldn't be. You must be hallucinating.Â
JoĂŁo FĂ©lix was standing in your hallway. He wore a beige oversized t-shirt with the logo of some designer brand and light ripped jeans. You looked back and forth between the Portuguese and Pedri.Â
So many questions ran through your mind.Â
"I wanted to apologize for being an asshole and FĂ©lix and I did the photoshoot together so I invited him to meet you since you love him so much." Pedri explained, pushing you a little towards JoĂŁo.Â
"I- ummm. Hey." the blush that decorated your face and neck must make you look like a beet.
"Hey." JoĂŁo smiled at you and checked out your outfit. Realizing you were still only wearing the rather revealing set of underwear, you wrapped the robe around yourself.Â
"I'll umm go change." The presence of JoĂŁo made you forget how to think properly.
"No need to. Red is my favourite color, but I'm sure you know that." JoĂŁo said teasingly, a smirk curling on his lips. His hand caught your arm, holding you from leaving.
You stopped in your tracks and you were sure you forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just flirt with you ?Â
His grip on your arm was firm but soft. It made your whole body shiver. You turned your head to see Pedri's reaction. He must be fuming.Â
To your surprise you're easily provoked sweetheart was watching the scenery without a hint of anger or annoyance.Â
"You do look irresistible. What a nice surprise-" Pedri looked at JoĂŁo and winked. "- for both of us."Â
You shot a confused look towards Pedri, about to ask what he was up to when he walked towards you. Trapped between the two footballers, you swallowed.Â
"Isn't this what you dreamed about, princesa ? Twice the fun. Remember ?" His voice went straight to your core, soaking your panties.Â
Of course you remembered. The thought of both Pedri and JoĂŁo touching you helped you fall asleep many nights, but that was it. Just a fantasy.Â
JoĂŁo moved his hand to undo your robe. He slightly towered over you due to his height, lips almost touching your temple. You leaned into him, inviting him to go further.Â
Pedri slipped his hand inside your panties. The pads of his fingers finding you wet and needy.Â
If you thought about what was happening right now, you'd probably laugh, but you couldn't rationally think right now. JoĂŁo's and Pedri's hands on your body was all you could think about.Â
JoĂŁo discarded your robe and opened your bra with a flick of his fingers.Â
"You're so pretty." he whispered. His voice was drowned in arousal.Â
You wanted to speak up, but he cupped your breasts and massaged them, which had you moaning instead. Your boyfriend started to kiss your neck.Â
Somewhere between JoĂŁo teasing your now hardened nipples and Pedri having two fingers pumping in and out of you, the three of you ended up in the bedroom.Â
You were sitting on the edge of the bed and watched as JoĂŁo took his shirt off. His skin was tan and his muscles defined. He sat next to you on the duvet and Pedri encouraged you to be more confident.Â
JoĂŁo caressed your hair as you opened the fly of his jeans. His long fingers combed through the strands and he leaned back a little. His dark brown eyes watched you intensely. Your hand reached inside his boxers.Â
He was hard and warm in your hand. The other found leverage on his knee. JoĂŁo let out a breathy moan when you started to move your hand up and down, spreading the precum leaking at the tip. His hand wrapped around yours to tighten your grip around him, teaching you how he'd like it.Â
You moved your sitting position to kneel beside him on the bed. The wetness between your thighs felt sticky and you rotated your hips slightly to create some friction.Â
"Put me inside your mouth, amor." The striker whispered, hand wrapped around the back of your neck.Â
Strong hands pulled at your hips as you leaned down. Pedri's hand sneaked inside your panties again, finding your pulsing clit.Â
You let spit run over JoĂŁo's tip, covering his shaft, before taking him. Teasing the head by tracing the small furrow on the underside with your tongue made him call out your name. You clenched your thighs.Â
Your boyfriend pulled your legs apart with one hand, keeping them apart with one knee. Pedri kneeled behind you. His hips flush with your ass. He must've taken his pants off, because you felt his hot skin on yours.
JoĂŁo's other hand started to play with your hair again as he watched you take more of his cock.Â
"That's perfect, take all of me." he praised you, slightly pushing your head down by the neck. He added just enough pressure to make you press yourself against Pedri's erection. The midfilder let go of your hip to play with one of your nipples. Pulling and twisting it, making it harder not to grind against him.Â
Removing your hand from JoĂŁo's shaft, you grasped his shoulder. The hand on his knee moved to play with his balls. They were full and heavy and JoĂŁo thrust his hips up, making you gag.Â
Tears formed in your eyes from the burning sensation in your throat. JoĂŁo found a fast pace with his hips, hitting the back off your throat repeatedly. You were on the edge with Pedri rubbing your sensitive spot.Â
You came with tears and spit running from your face, still swallowing JoĂŁo's cock.Â
Pedri pulled you up and JoĂŁo wiped your tears with his thumbs. Pedri held you to him and kissed your flushed cheek.Â
"That was so hot, princesa. Can't wait to be inside of you." he said, lips warm against your face.Â
JoĂŁo's warmth disappeared as he got up to take his pants off, but you stopped him. Reaching forward you pulled his jeans and briefs now all the way down.Â
His thighs looked strong as he walked towards you. He turned to Pedri, asking him something in Portuguese which you didn't understand. Pedri laughed and nodded, replying.Â
JoĂŁo went over to one of your drawers but before you could see what he did, Pedri pulled you into a kiss. His tongue massaged yours and his hand intertwined with yours. You reached under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his six pack.Â
The midfielder broke the kiss to take his shirt off, only his boxers covering him now. You wanted to please him. He shouldn't have to watch you have fun with JoĂŁo, even though Pedri had encouraged all of this.Â
"Lay down." he whispered and grabbed some pillows from the headboard.Â
As you were getting comfortable, Pedri positioned one pillow beneath your head and one beneath your ass. His hands explored your body doing so, touches lingering longer than needed. It got you excited all over again.Â
The bed dipped beside you as Joao came back. His hands travelled from your knees to the dip of your waist, spreading them in the motion. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them off you. His hand immediately cupped your exposed pussy and you bucked into him.Â
He watched you squirm, lips slightly parted and moved to lay beside you. His lips left butterfly kisses on your shoulder, goosebumps erupting on your skin. Two of his long fingers entered you, making you arch into the pillows.Â
After discarding his briefs, Pedri appeared on your other side. He whispered declarations of love into your neck. You felt something cold on your wet folds and hissed. JoĂŁo pulled his fingers out, spreading the cold liquid over your sensitive pussy, before moving them back inside.Â
At least you thought so, but his digits only teased your entrance before guiding them lower. His middle finger teased the little ring of muscles, making you shriek in shock. He stopped.
Pedri caressed your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours.Â
"I'll be careful. You'll like it if you relax." JoĂŁo mumbled against your shoulder.Â
Your boyfriend moved his hands down your lower stomach to find you're prepared and dripping. He easily slid his fingers inside.Â
"I'm here, mi vida. I've got you." Pedri said, curling his fingers. You cuddled into him. "We've got you."Â
Pedri made you feel safe.Â
JoĂŁo moved slightly atop of you. His free hand exploring your chest and his lips followed. When he teased your nipple with his tongue, he continued to massage your back entrance.Â
This time you relaxed, enjoying the new sensations. The tip of his finger slipped inside as Pedri found your sweet spot inside of you.Â
You felt your orgasm building up and Joao pressed further inside. He slowly started to move in and out, reaching hidden spots.Â
The name on your lips was now his. He chuckled against your breast. "I told you you'll like it."Â
Pedri circled your clit, wanting you to reach your peak. He had you clenching uncontrollably around him in seconds. JoĂŁo took the opportunity to slip a second finger inside of you. You barely even noticed it, being focused on the electricity making your body spasm. He bit down on your nipple.Â
Now focusing on your other breast, he increased the pace of his fingers and Pedri, too, continued the play of his fingers.Â
"Hermosa, you're a sight." Pedri moaned against your lips. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed. He looked so sexy when he was aroused, you almost started drooling.
JoĂŁo looked up at you from your chest, releasing your abused bud with a pop. "I think you're ready to take my cock now, amor."Â
He cocked his eyebrow and smirked. Removing his fingers, he crawled next to you. Pedri guided you to lay on your side, facing him. Your boyfriend handed JoĂŁo the lube again.Â
Your heart thumbed in your chest. You had never experienced this much pleasure. Pedri hooked your leg over his waist, pulling you closer.Â
Finally you could feel his cock against you. You were impossibly wet, his tip immediately slipping inside, being pressed flush.Â
Pedri fucked you in a static pace, enough to make you moan, but not enough to make you come. His face pressed into your chest, hands spreading your cheeks for JoĂŁo.
You clawed at Pedri's back, surely leaving bruises. Arching your back into him, he increased the speed of his hips. You barely even noticed JoĂŁo entering your backside. He felt big, too big to make this pleasurable, but these two had proved you wrong before.Â
Guiding his cock further, he moaned your name into your neck. His hands held your hips in a vice grip. He filled you out completely, waiting for you to get used to the feeling.Â
Your hand found his and he slightly intertwined your fingers, resting them on your hip.Â
"You're doing so well, amor. Taking two cocks at the same time." JoĂŁo kissed your shoulder.Â
You couldn't quite register what he said, your thoughts and feelings overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Your face felt sticky as you pressed it into the pillow. You didn't know if it was from the tears or the sweat.Â
Pedri groaned into your chest as JoĂŁo started to move. They must feel each other pleasuring you. After a few thrusts the two synchronized each other. The sounds coming from your mouth were pure and raw desire.Â
"This feels so good, makes me think we should invite him more often. What do you think, cariño ?" Pedri toyed with your nipple between his teeth, making you nod and scream out in pleasure. He never had a better idea.
JoĂŁo grinned against your neck and moved your joined hands to your middle. He let go of your fingers, but you trapped his hand in a vice grip. His fingers found your clit, drawing figure eights.Â
The third orgasm of the night crashed over you in waves. It felt even better than the first two.Â
Expecting the boys to come inside of you, you tried to move your hips, riding out your orgasm.Â
They had other plans, as JoĂŁo carefully pulled out and detached himself from his hugging position against you. Pedri followed and slid up to the headboard.Â
His crotch was now at level with your face, cock glistening with your juices. You felt JoĂŁo's hands guide you on all fours above Pedri, repositioning the pillow under your pelvis.Â
JoĂŁo slipped inside your pussy with ease, filling you to the brim. You clenched around him greedily accepting his hard thrusts. His balls slapped against your throbbing clit.Â
Pedri jerked his cock, guiding your head onto him by holding your hair in his hand at the back of your skull. Taking him fully, he moved the hand from his manhood to rest comfortably on the pillows behind his neck.Â
Before you got to enjoy to blow your boyfriend, JoĂŁo released himself inside you. He pulled out, spilling some of his cum on your pussy and ass.Â
This didn't bother you enough to stop sucking Pedri off. His cock was familiar between your lips and you knew exactly how to move to get him to lose control.Â
JoĂŁo didn't let go of your hips. His fingers spread his cum over your core and found your clit again. The striker soon had you coming for a fourth time.Â
The vibrating moans at the back of your throat, brought Pedri over the edge. He thrust his hips into your mouth until he was spent. His cum tasted salty, but nice. You liked swallowing him.Â
Climbing off him, you laid on your back exhausted. Pedri turned to pull you into him. JoĂŁo left into the small attached bathroom.Â
After getting a washcloth he kneeled between your thighs, softly cleaning you up.Â
"If Pedri doesn't mind, I'd like to hear more about your little obsession with me, amor."
A/N: Finally I built up the confidence to post this!
Special love and thanks go to @pedrisgatorade & @simpingmyassoff who were so kind to read this over! You're the best!
I really hope you enjoy this and leave me a comment đđ«Ł
Love youâ€ïž
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Hi! How about hc of mc getting pursued by another demon to be with them instead since the demon brothers ignores them and doesn't treat them that well connected to their avatar (like how belphie ignores you 24/7 for sleep) I just wanna see possessive demon brothers please! đ„ș
ahhh i remember the guy who i was _just_ talking to on tinder say i needed to have his name painted on my nails... what a funny guy he was
also i'm having this in several parts, it's gonna be that long.
Possessive.
Prolouge;
You supposed you and him had a special chemistry between the two of you. It is hard to describe what it was like but you felt it everytime you looked into his eyes, heard their voice, felt their touch. To your best knowledge the feeling was mutual, he did ask you out on a couple of dates. Until he stopped texting you (if you texted him he didnât even open your messages) and sometimes you didnât even see him for a day or two despite living in the same house. You didnât want to make the situation more awkward than it already was , so from your point of view you made the most realistic decision. Catching another fish from the sea seem like a great idea.
Lucifer: He saw you from a distance as you were having a chat with Lord Diavolo himself. At the time he preferred not to think much of it. Not that the idea of you falling madly in love with the prince didnât cross his mind; of course he did consider that a possibility. He knows Diavolo the best and he also knows heâd adore you if he got a chance to. The next day you and Diavolo walk by, completely unnoticing him. He didnât eavesdrop; what would be the point of that? But he, or to be more specific, this side of the RAD building could hear Diavolo joking about and laughing with you. It was most unusual! Especially in public like this, Diavolo would normally keep it lowkey, it would be too risky to let anyone know he enjoys your company.
Thatâs when The Avatar of Pride had the idea to check the message you sent him âŠ.. almost 3 weeks ago.
Was telling you he was busy be good enough? Would you buy that? Most likely not. It was a shame he let the situation escalate like this, however itâs been decades or maybe even a century since he felt chemistry with anyone the way he did with you. Of course he canât tell you like it is, otherwise he wouldnât be the Avatar if Pride but the Avatar of Bluntness.
As much as it hurt his ego to admit it, he did grow fond of you.
âMeet me in my office, 3PM today.â
As you read his message your little human heart almost skipped a beat. Itâs going to be awkward assisting him after you started growing feelings for him, feelings which he pretty clearly never reciprocated. You donât really feel like meeting him, quite honestly.
So you didnât meet him. He could call you if it was so urgent anyway.
The next day he made sure to run into you when you werenât in the company of his friend.
âWe must talk. Are you free now?â
âI am, for now. I have a class in 20 minutes.â
âI am sorry I did not talk to you about it sooner. Our last date was everything I could ask for. It would be a shame if you were seeing anyone else now. Are you free this afternoon?â
âOhâŠumâŠhow should I put this⊠if you really enjoyed it that much how come you were avoiding me for weeks?â
âI will tell you everything later. I promise.â
âą It is up to you to accept or decline him now, however his possessivenes will get the best of him in the following days. Heâll be waiting for you after classes just to talk to you. Sometimes he even gives you a rose. Why is he being so desperate now? Thankfully his pride doesnât allow him to talk to Diavolo about the situation.
Mammon:
There you are, in his favourite pub, playing pool with two attractive demons plus a duo who appears to be a couple. He knows you canât play pool very well; it was most definitely not your idea to come here and play. Then whoâs? Are you on a date? That cannot be happening.
Yes, he stopped spending time with you but it hasnât been that long, has it??
He checked your message which you sent about 4 days ago. Surely not much time has passed since!
He ordered himself AND YOU a drink and didnât hesitate to go up to you.
âHeyy, watcha up to? This ones for ya.â
âThanks Mammon-â
âSo whoâre ya here with?â
âIâm with my friendâ you look at one of the members of the couple.
âAnd whoâre these losers? Lemme join ya!â he said as he put his arm around your waist.
âWell actually we donât know them. They were just here, playing.â
The night went by, Mammon did provide you support in the game, although he is not much of a pro himself either. He did his best.
âSorry I didnât text ya. I was hustlin at Hellâs Kitchen ya know, givin me sweet money for working nightshift.â
You didnât really reply as it was still a bit hard to believe him.
âAnd I also got me a second hustle for the day. I needa get more money! I wanna take ya on some nice ass dates, not a stupid coffe from the machine again.â
âą Even if you tell him so he wonât leave you alone for the night. âą Which is nice as the unknown demons left already! Now you are for sure for him only!
Part 1.
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Lost (Side - 3) - Daddy issue
Tara Carpenter x Female Reader
Story masterlist
Set after chapter 30. Tara lets something embarrassing slip and you both have to deal with consequences.
Word count: 1.1k
The horror... the worst case scenario... the absolute nightmare, no, the night terror! It was the end of the world as you knew it, and you and Tara were equally to blame for it as the two of you stared at your children like two deer in the headlights. How could you allow this to happen?! You dropped your guard for a few minutes, believing Zack and Susan were outside playing on the trampoline you set up for them. You should have known something was going wrong when you couldnât hear laughter.
"W-what did you just ask?" Tara stuttered, her face redder than it was in a long, long time, and you would have found her blushing face adorable, if it wasnât for Zack and Susan just staring at the two of you. confused and curious.
Zack frowned a bit, clearly not fond of the fact that he had to repeat his question. It wasn't that you and Tara didn't hear him, it was more along the lines of having to make sure you heard him correctly.
Susan was the one to shatter the last remnants of your hope. "Mommy, why did you call mom daddy?" she repeated Zack's question.
You and Tara looked at one another, neither of you quite sure how to explain to your eleven-year-old children that there was a bit of a daddy kind going on behind the bedroom doors.
You cleared your throat as Tara refused to look at either of the two kids. "Well, you see, that's," there was no way to explain it!
"Mom is a mom, not a dad," well, now Zack was just pointing out the very obvious fact.
"Right, that is completely right," Tara agreed and grabbed your hand. "Give us a minute, okay?" she let go of your hand to slice two pieces of the cake you made yesterday and set them on the table as the bribe. "We'll be right back!"
You let her pull you into the hall and she let you pull her into a hug as she hid her face in the crook of your neck. "This is a disaster," she whined, grasping onto your shirt as if her life depended on it. Considering how embarrassed both of you were that wasnât much of an exaggeration.
There was no way you could deny it, you were in a very inconvenient situation. "Guess we need to find some explanation," you were trying, you really were, you helplessly looked around the hall, hoping something in it would give you an idea on what to do or say.
Tara just groaned. "I will never speak again," she decided making you chuckle despite the dire circumstances.
"Come on, we'll get through this," you kissed the top of her head. You were willing to bet you'd be laughing about it later. It was just a bad timing, Tara may have been a bit of a tease, so you went and slipped into a bit more dominant role, prompting a 'Yes, Daddy,' from Tara, just as the twins came into the kitchen.
Tara took a deep breath and looked toward the kitchen with a firm, confident and determined expression on her face. "Let's do this!"
You nodded and followed her once again.
When you came into the kitchen your children were happily eating their cake. "You don't have to tell us," Zack decided and you felt hope filling your heart and you were sure Tara felt the same.
"We'll just Google it!" Susan shattered that hope right away.
"No!" you and Tara yelled at the same time.
The twins tilted their heads, now even more confused.
"Okay, look," you glanced at Tara, and she nodded. "Tara and I really love each other, right?" you asked prompting the twins to nod.
"And sometimes when people like Y/N and me love each other," Tara blushed again and looked to the side, scratching her cheek while taking hold of your hand for comfort.
"We sometimes joke around. 'Cause I am really strong, you know, the famous 'dad strength'?" was it a lame excuse? Yeah, and to make things even worse it didnât fit what Tara was saying at all! But you still hoped it would be enough.
Zack and Susan looked at one another. Then back at you and nodded. "Okay," they agreed much to your surprise.
"This sounds too good to be true," you whispered to Tara, who nodded.
"We'll just ask aunty Mindy," Susan decided and you could almost hear Taraâs brain short-circuiting while your heart plain and simple stopped.
"NO!" you and Tara once again yelled but the kids were already calling Mindy.
"What's up?" Mindy's voice came from the speaker to your and Tara's absolute horror.
"Aunty Mindy, why did mommy call mom daddy?" Susan asked causing Mindy to choke.
"Mindy," you warned, your tone dangerously low. Surely she would have some decency, some semblance of logic and reason and empathy and just make something up.
Mindy coughed a few times. "Sorry, kids, your parents are kinky," she opened the can of worms and hung up, leaving the twins to once again look at you and Tara.
"What does kinky mean?"
This was hell, this was worse than Ghostface, this was...
"You are too young to know. Who wants chicken schnitzels and fries for lunch?" you were already grabbing the chicken breasts from the freezer as the kids cheered, at least for now forgetting about the conversation you just had.
Later that night Taraâs phone rang just as she was about to lie down next to you and she nearly chucked it at the wall when she saw it was Mindy. She still, begrudgingly, answered. âWhat?!â she demanded, pissed at the woman.
âOh, nothing much. By the way, howâs your daddy? Does she call you babygirl?â Mindy teased, laughing her ass off with Anika.
Tara gripped her phone as her eye twitched, but then she turned toward you with a smirk on her face. âHey, Y/N, did you know Mindy still sleeps with a giant teddy bear? Anika spoons her and she still needs to hug it to sleep,â Tara told you casually while Mindy stopped laughing.
âYou are diabolical, Tara,â you could hear the pout on Mindyâs face. âAnd I am not sleeping with a teddy bear⊠anymore,â she muttered and hung up, making you and Tara laugh as she joined you, and you wrapped your arms around her as the two of you snuggled for a bit.
âSo, that teddy bear thing,â you began and felt Tara giggling. âI just guessed,â she couldnât help it and began laughing again.
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Greed (Gekko x reader x Iso)
Yeah, I know.
But I love them so much. Plus, this one shot is heavily inspired by a dream I had and I wanted to write it down.
Thousand of apologies for the grammar or any eventual error.
Fade had faced many nightmarish situations in her life: she got trapped in a nightmare when her powers first manifested, she had been tracked down by several people who wanted her dead and she was regularly put in deadly situations since she joined Valorant.
âI hate my heart.â
But there was definitely nothing worse than hearing your complaints about your love life.
It had now been thirty minutes that you were groaning and whining in her dorm room, lying down on her bed and your head hanging on the edge.
âMom was right.â You sighed in a tone that sounded way too dramatic to Fade ears. âIâm selfish and greedy as hell.â
âWhy am I even listening to your rambling ?â groaned the Turkish initiator.
âBecause I made you coffee.â
Fade wondered where you got all that energy that you used just for complaining. Did your mouth ever run dry ? She should have seen it coming. Since you joined the protocol, you adopted her as your âcool older sisterâ.
Your words, not hers.
You followed her like a happy younger sibling. She wasn't complaining. You brewed the best coffee she had ever tasted and your presence wasn't overwhelming. You respected her space and often gave her those midnight snacks you prepared that she grew fond of.
She liked you a lot. You were like the younger sibling she never had. But goddamn she hated hearing you whining.
âOkay, so let me get this straight,â she threw a pillow at you when you giggled at the word âstraightâ. âYou love Gekko.â
âYes.â
âBut you also love Iso.â
âYes.â
âAnd there is no way you could decide between them.â
âNo way.â
It wasn't that simple. You loved them differently but with the same amount of affection.
Gekko had a sunny personality. He always brought with him that calm and laid-back mood that tended to ease people around him. He was what you liked to call a light-bringer (âNot like Luciferâ you felt the need to precise to Fade to which she just raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes.). The atmosphere of the room could be gloomy and thick with tension, Gekko would always dissipate any negativity. He was a genuine individual and that was a trait that you adored in him.
Iso on the other hand was like the moon (âor a Teddy bearâ and this time Fade only let out an exasperated sigh.). He looked silently over his friends like a silent protector. Despite his more discreet personality, he never hesitated to offer praises when he could. There was a certain softness in him that always managed to melt your soul.
âThey each own a part of my heart.â
Which was quite ironic if one remembered correctly how you met them.
The first time you met Gekko, you almost insulted him.
Cypher was giving you a tour of the base when Gekko appeared on the corner of the hallway and accidentally spilled his boba on your new top. The glare you had thrown at him was so intense that he freezed for a second before apologizing profusely. You had huffed and ignored him and continued your tour of the base. Your top was ruined. No matter how many times you tried to wash it, the stain stubbornly remained. One could not imagine how surprised you felt when, later, you saw a yellow animal-like creature in your room, putting a box with an apology letter on your bed. Inside the box, you had found the exact same top.
As for Iso, the first time you met him, you almost stabbed him. âAlmostâ thanks to his reflexes.
It wasnât your fault. Well, not entirely. You were in the shooting range, focusing on your aim when he entered. Tensed and feeling a sudden presence behind you, you pulled your knife out of its sheath and threw it at him. Of course, he easily dodged it with a tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow as your knife planted in the wall behind. You apologized profusely and he had just shrugged and started to train with a sheriff. The rest of the hour had been awkward, especially when you went to retrieve your knife from the wall.
Fade hummed softly. âOkay. But that doesnât explain why youâre avoiding them.â
A dramatic whine escaped your throat at her words. She watched you roll on her bed, hiding your face in her pillow.
âEverything is fine today, though. Right ?â said Fade. âYou didn't hold any grudges against Gekko and neither did Iso against you. Youâre even friends with both of them, now.â
You looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.
âFriends,â you repeated with a deflated tone. âI was fine with being friends with them both since I could not date them. There was a good balance. But nowâŠthings got complicated.â
Fade was now curious. It seemed like you weren't only being dramatic. Right now, you almost sounded desperate.
âWhat do you mean 'complicated' ?â
âI mean that the balance is now broken,â you groaned in the pillow. âDo you get that ?â
She definitely didn't. To her ears, your speech was as incoherent as a dream. It was the thing with your rambling : you rarely started chronologically and just blurted the first event that was nagging your mind.
âHow did that âbalanceâ break ?â Fade sighed while checking her nails.
âGekko kissed me.â
She immediately looked back at you. This was getting interesting.
âHe what ?â
âOn the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek ! On the cheek !â you sat up quickly to precise it. âHe kissed me on the cheek.â
Fade blinked. Unbeknownst to you, she already had a slight idea of what was going on between Gekko and you. Neon had been telling her about the Hispanic initiator sometimes sighing on her shoulder for two days.
âAnd of course you ran away,â she sighed as you let out another whine. âHow did that even happen ?â
Your fingers were now fiddling with the pillowcase.
âWell, we were cooking snacks in the kitchen while dancing on his Spotify playlist. He was making crepes, I was making cookies and we were having fun valsing in each other's arms when it happened,â you made a noise between a sad whimper and a sigh of frustration. âAmbar Lucidâs voice can lead to some intense situations, I think.â
âAnd then you ran away.â
âThe best run of my life,â you sighed sadly.
Youâve even been paying Wingman and Dizzy with sweets so they would not snitch whenever they found you.
Fade massaged her temples as she slowly processed what you said. She already knew you could be quite avoidant sometimes. And she also knew you hated being that way.
âWhat about Iso ?â she asked. âIs your âbalanceâ broken with him too ?â
You grimaced. âKindaâŠ?â
Fade raised an eyebrow. âKinda ?â
âKinda.â
âHe kissed you too ?â
You shook your head and rubbed the back of your neck. Fade noticed how flustered you were.
âYou know that sometimes Iso helps me perfectionning my aim.â
âMmhmm,â Fade nodded.
It wasn't uncommon to see you both exiting the shooting range together. It wasnât a secret that you two were quite close.
âWell, he was veryâŠuhmâŠcuddly during our last shooting session.â
âCuddly ?â Fade raised an eyebrow.
âLike, back-hugging me while helping correct my aimâŠbreathing in my neck and murmuring instructions in my ear.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â
âThe balance is definitely broken.â
You let your back fall back against the mattress in a dramatic gesture of helplessness.
âI know !â
âThen what do you plan to do ?â asked the initiator. âYouâll keep avoiding them both eternally ?â
âWell since you donât want to put me in an artificial comaâŠâ you trailed off, ignoring the deadpanned glare she shot at you.
Fade sometimes thought that your avoidance will bring you more problems than you reckoned. She remembered the regret in Deadlockâs eyes when she spoke about her sisters. Fade really didnât want you to experience that.
âTalk to them.â
âTo tell them what ?â you almost scoffed. ââHey ! I have a big fat crush on the both of you and was satisfied with our friendship but your recent actions unsettled the balance I had between your friendship and my feelings so Iâm now avoiding you because Iâm incapable of confronting my feelings and have a proper conversation about it with you two ?ââ you said with a dramatically high-pitched voice.
Fade looked at you with so much exasperation in her eyes that you felt your body wincing in response.
âWell, yes.â
âHazal, no !â
âWhy not ?â she flicked your forehead with her finger and you winced once more. âCommunicating your feelings wouldn't be harmful. Getting things off your chest with these two would help you. Donât you think youâll miss something if you donât do anything ? The thing that you avoid youâre giving it power by avoiding it.â
You were about to answer with a snarky remark but the alarm of her phone cut you off. Fade looked at it, sipped the remnant of her coffee then stood up.
âIâm being called for a mission.â
You stood up too and stretched a little.
âTime for you to kick some asses and time for me to run.â
âYou mean âto talkâ right ?â
You shook your head and walked towards the door.
âNope !â
You were stubborn and Fade was well aware of that. It was sometimes your greatest quality but in your current situations, it was one of your biggest flaws.
âYouââ
Too late, you were already gone. She could hear your quick steps echoing in the corridors. She sighed (again !) and just decided to prepare for her mission while hoping everything will be fine for you.
You kept running in the hallways, avoiding the range because Iso had the habit of training at this hour. You also avoided the corridors leading to the backyards where you knew Gekko had the habit of playing basketball with his buddies and Neon. Why weren't you walking ? Because walking made you easy to see, easy to catch. While running made you all blurry and hard to capture.
You had to survive, to run away. But running away from what ? Embarrassment ? Shame ? Your own feelings ? Whatever that was, your feet led you to the kitchen right in front of the fridge. If you had to survive, it would not be with an empty stomach. Luckily for you, there were still remnants of the cupcakes Clove made the day before. Very colorful, very sparkly, but delicious.
You were eating the cupcakes like a starved rodent when a voice suddenly called you from behind.
âFinally, we found you !â
You jumped a little, startled, then slowly turned around and met the astounded yet amused gaze of Jett and Neon. You silently stared at them for what felt like a few long and heavy seconds before you unhurriedly lifted another untouched cupcake to your mouth and slowly â very slowly chewed it.
Neon awkwardly cleared her throat then took a step forward.
âWeâŠuhmâŠthought you were with Fade.â
You raised an eyebrow as you licked some icing off your fingers.
âFadeâs on a mission.â
âThat explains why youâre here alone,â said Jett with a light chuckle while playfully nudging Neonâs elbow.
You hummed lowly. Were you hanging with Fade that much ? Not surprising. You literally adopted each other once you joined Valorant. You grew so close that come agents thought you actually knew each other way before you joined the protocol.
âYou were looking for me,â you said, sizing the two girls. âWhat do you want from me ?â
The way they were staring at you reminded you of the twins in âShiningâ. They weren't even blinking. They took a step closer, you took a step farther.
âPlease speak,â you sighed. âYou two are getting creepy.â
âWe need your help,â said Jett.
You raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. Jett usually was too proud to admit these kinds of things.
âWhy my help ?â you asked as you took another step farther.
They exchanged a quick glance before looking back at you.
âGekkoââ
âIsoââ
They interrupted each other as your brows furrowed.
âWhatâs up with them ?â you asked, feeling your body tensing.
They exchanged another glance when they realized they now had your attention. Jett took another step closer.
âThey need help because theyâreâŠuhmâŠâ
âHurt ! Theyâre hurt,â completed Neon.
You nodded and started speed walking to exit the kitchen.
âOkay. Iâll get Sage.â
Neon quickly stopped you.
âSageâs on a mission.â
âThen Iâll get Skye.â
âShe went back to Australia for her days off,â said Jett.
You stopped a distressed groan from escaping your mouth. Why didn't the protocol have more healers? You were just three. Were you that rare ? Plus, you thought that Sage and Skye were way better healers that you were. More effective and quicker.
âShitâŠâ you cursed under your breath. âWhere are they ?â
âIsoâs dorm.â
You didn't think too much and just ran towards the dorm quarter. Like the worst case scenario machine that it was, your brain started imagining worrying things. Too buried in your dark thoughts, you barely realized that you knocked on Isoâs door. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow then crossed his arms.
âCan I help you with something ?â
Your eyebrows slightly furrowed when you didnât see any visible injury on him.
âIâŠâ
You cut yourself when you saw Gekko behind him. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, as if not expecting to see you âwhich was the case. You even saw Wingman, hiding in the corner of the room throwing you an apologetic look. You cleared your throat then looked back at Iso.
âJett and Neon told me you both were hurt,â you said and you felt yourself internally cringing when Isoâs eyes squinted slightly. âSince neither Sage nor Skye is in the base at the moment, Iâm here to heal you.â
âHeal us ?â repeated Gekko as he shared a glance with Iso.
The duelist let you inside the room and slid the door shut behind you.
And then it clicked. Neon and Gekko weren't playing basketball in the base backyard like usual, Jett wasnât hanging with Yoru and Phoenix, and Iso wasnât reading nor in the range. You were so worried that you didn't notice how orchestrated this situation felt. You didn't notice that Neon, Gekkoâs best friend, did not seem worried at all.
âYouâre not hurt, huh,â you clicked your tongue.
Gekko nervously rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward but sad smile.
âWe kinda are, though.â
You looked at him with narrowed eyes. The poor initiator was incapable of looking at you in the eyes. Which was not the case of Iso who didn't stop staring at you.
âAre you now ?â you scoffed with sarcasm.
Gekko's eyebrows furrowed at your tone.
âYouâve been avoiding us forââ
âSit, please ?â Iso interrupted the both of you, still looking at you.
âWhy ?â
He tilted his chin in the direction of his bed.
âWe have to talk,â he answered simply while taking the chair of his desk to sit on it backward.
âDo we ?â you crossed your arms.
âPlease,â you heard Gekko say with a tired tone.
He was already sitting on the bed and was patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes but reluctantly accepted to sit beside him. You kept eyeing the door and the two agents noticed it. The three of you stayed quiet for what felt like long minutes. You were looking down at your lap, unaware of the long glance the two men were sharing. Then finally, Iso spoke.
âGekko and I are dating.â
Oh.
âOkay,â you said simply after a few seconds.
Your fists were slowly clenching.
âItâs been a few months now,â Gekko said while rubbing his neck.
You took a deep breath and nodded, still avoiding their eyes.
âOkay,â you said with a neutral tone. âAndâŠ?â
That was a plot twist you definitely did not see coming. Why did you feel so betrayed ? What were you expecting from these two ? You wanted to stay friends with them anyway. You felt your nails digging in your palms. Why did you feel so hurt ? Why did you feel so disappointed ?
âAnd we thought it was fair to tell you.â
You let out a breathy and mirthless laugh.
âThanks, I guess,â you said, your eyes not leaving the door. âWhy are you telling me this ?â
You wanted to walk away from this situation so bad. You needed to. This felt too heavy. You felt a lump in your throat and slowly started to have difficulties breathing but hid it the best you could. Gekko gently grabbed one of your hands and his thumbs gently caressed your palm where your nails were digging in your flesh.
âBecause we both fell for you,â Iso said as his hand reached for your face.
His fingers gently brushed the corner of your lips where a few crumbs of cupcakes remained. He noticed your pupil dilating.
âWe both spent time with you individually then fell for you,â he continued. âDespite the fact that weâre already dating.â
âSo we talked and we wanted to ask you if you wanted to date us,â Gekko smiled nervously. âThe both of us.â
You felt your breath hitching as his words slowly reached your brain. You blinked, looked at the duelist, then at the initiator, but you stayed quiet. Iso stood up from his chair to sit beside you and Gekko on the bed.
âDo you hate us ?â he suddenly asked you.
You silently shook your head.
âBut youâve been avoiding us for almost three days !â Gekko said. âWe thought we did something wrong.â
Your brows furrowed as you looked where Wingman was hidden. Did he snitch ?
You turned your face back in Gekkoâs direction to throw him a very pointed look. As if remembering the kiss from two days prior âwhich was certainly the caseâ, he avoided your eyes, a light blush on his cheeks.
âO-Oh.â
âYeah âohâ,â you deadpanned.
âSorry.â
Iso watched your interaction with calm but curious eyes. He observed your fist clenching and unclenching, how your body was turned towards the door of the room, how your feet fidgeted. His lover and his crush reunited in his room. It was weirdly not unwelcome.
âI suppose your answer is ânoââ, he said with a neutral tone.
He would feel disappointed and a bit sad if your silence and your breathing wasnât betraying your own feelings. He and Gekko exchanged a glance, the flame of hope burning in their heart. Gekko gently squeezed your hand in his and sat closer to you.
âTell us how you feel.â
âWhat are you ? My therapists ?â you scoffed, not daring to look into their eyes.
âPlease.â
And in just an instant, your shell broke. Your shoulders shook slightly, your hand was squeezing Gekko's with strength, and your eyes were on your lap. Exchanging another glance with the duelist, the initiator brought your wrist to his lips to kiss it. Iso, on the other hand, wrapped his arm around your shoulders to hold you against his chest, his lips pressing against your temple. Wingman even came out of his hidden spot to hug your leg. You did not need words. They were already understanding. Yet, you could not help yourself but ask in a shy murmur :
âAm I too greedy if I want you both for myself ?â
You felt Iso chuckling against you.
âIs it a bad thing if we consent ?â
You hummed. He did have a point. Gekko suddenly leaned against you, his arms wrapping around your waist and a hopeful smile on his face. You literally were sandwiched between the two agents.
âSoâŠis it a yes ?â
Flustered by the sudden proximity of your two faces, you cleared your throat and looked away in the direction of Wingman who visibly encouraged you with silly gestures.
âIâŠguess it is,â you said. âIf you still want me.â
âCan I kiss you ?â
You felt very dizzy by his sudden question, your heart beating at a way too fast speed. You felt Iso holding you more firmly against his chest. When you looked up at him, he was smirking down at you.
âIsnât it my turn ?â his face got closer. âYou two already kissed, no ?â
So he knew.
âIt was on the cheek !â Gekko retorted. âAnd do you think I didn't see that kiss on the temple ?â
âWhat about the one on the wrist you just did ?â
You exchanged a glance with Wingman. He shrugged and you sighed.
âGuys !â you interrupted their playful banter. âPlease.â
They both stopped then looked at you.
âAlright,â said Gekko while nuzzling his face against your collarbones. âHow about some quality time to begin with ?â
âWe have all our time,â said Iso while rocking you from side to side.
Believe it or not, I started writing this in july. Then my brain decided to throw a tantrum again.
Like I said (wrote) before, this one shot is heavily inspired of a dream.
Anecdote : I had this dream where I was an agent of the protocol and was avoiding Iso and Gekko because I felt too awkward to confess to them. I had healing abilities in this dream, and I healed them both after a mission (a pretty hardcore one) before running away in the corridors of the protocol (the exact same corridors we saw in the Neon cinematic). Fade even hid me in her room and let me play with her cat in this dream. Wingman ended up snitching on me, Iso found me and carried me on his shoulder while I was scolding Wingman. Iso then entered in his room (with me still on his shoulder) where Gekko was waiting for us, pouting. I was sat down on the bed and the two agents sat beside me and kissed my cheeks, asking me to not run away from them ever again.
And then...I had to wake up because my sister called me... àČ„â âżâ àČ„
It's fine though, I had a lot of dreams where these two were involved... And when I say (write) a lot of dreams, I mean A LOT.
I even had a dream where Brimstone begged me to date Yoru and Deadlock and I was like 'sure why not'.
Thanks again for taking the time to read this until the end. I wish you a nice day/night.
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How finals week with Zayne by your side would beâŠprobably:
gn!reader x zayne / fluff; just for fun, donât take this seriously pls
will try to support you as much as he can, since he knows best how hard studying is
âI told you to start earlier than to cram the material in the last minute. It wonât stick in your long-term memory this wayâ âZayne, I donât care if it sticks in my long-term memory as long as I pass this examâ
âCome here and eat this before continuingâ
Basically drags you daily to the kitchen table where he prepared healthy meals
âBut why do only I have carrots in my salad?â âBecause you need Vitamin B to stay fit for your examsâ âJust say you gave all of your carrots to me, because you donât like them!â
âIf you continue to drink so much coffee, I am afraid I will see you in the ER soon because of arrhythmia⊠and I donât want thatâ âZayne, you canât just hide my coffee machine!!â
opens the windows regularly to help you concentrate and makes sure you stay hydrated
definitely will try to lure you out for walks to get some steps in
âDidnât you say you wanted to see the sunset?â âI do, I really want⊠but I have to get this done todayâ âLetâs go, you need some Vitamin Dâ *suddenly lifts you up bridal style* âHey, let me down!!â *acts like he doesnât hear you*
the more time passes and the deeper the night gets with every passing minute, you canât stop yawning and rubbing your heavy eyelids; still you try to focus them on your bright notebook screen
âGo to sleep. You have to get enough sleep to function tomorrow as wellâ âI canât afford to sleep now. Sleep can wait, the deadline for my essay wonâtâ
tries to get you to bed through various methods
first tries to make it less obvious and wants to make you jealous through your plushies
âThen Mr. Snowman will have to cuddle with me today..â âMhmmmâ
But quickly realizes that it doesnât work and you donât react to it
for his second try he sneaks up to you from behind and puts his hands on your waist, pressing a lingering kiss on the shell of your ear, whispering a tempting âCome to bed with meâ
you try to stay strong though and ignore his attempt with the last endurance you have
the next time he comes up to your desk for his third attempt, he finds you asleep already, your face planted on the surface of your desk
he canât hold back a chuckle and a fond glow is in his orbs as he gazes at your face; just looks at you for some minutes
carefully picks you up and carries you to bed, trying his hardest not to wake you up; whispers a âGood night, my angelâ and gives your forehead a small kiss
tucks you to bed and will lay down beside you to watch you sleep
when you wake up the next morning you begin to panic because you werenât able to pull the all-nighter you desperately needed to finish on time
âBreathe, Love. Donât worry. You can do it, I know itâ
âI look kinda like a Panda now with my dark circles, donât I?â âYeahâŠkinda. Maybe more like a raccoonâ
when you are finally done with all of your exams and your essays, he will pat your head and smile proudly; âGood job, I knew you can do itâ
with a relieved sigh you press a loving kiss on his lips
and now you can finally get revenge for the times he teased you
just the brain rot i have in my finals week. i am quite literally losing my marbles right now, so i needed some zayne fluff. did i write this instead of studyingâŠmaybe. i need this man so bad. actually working on a smut atm but since its been so long since i wrote one, itâs hard for me to get into the flow right now.
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'not like you don't want one!!' nishimura riki
warnings - minor cursing, falling lol
genre - fluff, nishimura riki x fem!reader, established relationship au
wc - 0.7k
'oh my gosh-' 'what...' you had stopped in your tracks as a park ice skating rink came into view. you had walked from your hotel down to a little burger place that an employee where you were staying recommended.
you had known the weather was going to be chilly, so you dressed in simple grey sweatpants, a long sleeved t-shirt with one of your boyfriends sweaters to stay warm. riki wore a typical riki outfit, consisting of mostly black and oversized clothing.
but while walking to the restaurant, the bright string lights illuminating the rink had taken your attention away from the food. you pointed your hand towards the group of people skating around in a circle.
riki chuckled at your cute gesture. 'do you wanna go ice skating after we eat?' he asks, looking down at you. 'can we go now...?' 'no?? im so fucking hungry right now, are you crazy?'
you tried fighting him, but hungry riki was not an easy opponent. the two of you ended up eating at the restaurant and then you dragging him out of the door to make your way to the ice skating rink.
'c'mon!! lets go skate, ki!' he just giggled and let you take his hand to lead him to the check in stand. you payed for the tickets and a locker where you put your bags and shoes inside, then you made your way to the benches to tie your skates up.
'do you know how to tie ice skates?' you had nodded at first, but you had ended up getting confused with the way the laces went through the hook thingys.
riki helped you lace them up when he was done with his, being the kind hearted boyfriend he is. 'all set. why don't you try standing up-.' you stood up with a slight wobble, but you ended up getting the hang of picking your feet up further in order to not fall of your face.
your ankle leaned slightly and you grabbed onto your boyfriends jacket to stable yourself. 'ah- careful...jeez were not even on the ice yet-' you chuckled quietly and continued to hold on to him as you made your way to the entrance of the rink.
at first it was still wobbly, but as you continued to gain speed, it got slightly easier! riki made sure to keep an eye on you while you stuck your tongue out in deep focus.
as the time went on and continued to grab onto your boyfriend, but he grew fond of it. the two of you stayed on the ice for a few more minutes until the person in front of you kicked up a large piece of ice from the rink, causing you to freak out a bit and trip over your own feet.
'b-babe-!' you once again, grabbed your boyfriends arm and dragged him down with you. he, being the good boyfriend he is, made sure his back was hitting the ground rather than yours.
a quiet scream came out of your mouth as your head hit riki's chest. he gestured you to get up so there was no more traffic jams in the ice rink.
'are you ok?' he asked, gently cupping your cheeks to make sure nothing was broken. you simply giggled at his worriedness and grabbed his hand to lead him on in another circle.
riki always thought you looked best from the back. he always pointed out the members how happy you look while going somewhere with him when he zoned out.
truthfully, you did the same with your friends. you fell the the ice for the nth time and riki made you get off the ice before you would break your leg.
'c'mon lets go back to the hotel...' he said, sitting you down on the small bench while crouching down to untie your skates. 'but its so boring there-' 'i wouldn't call sleep boring, babe.'
'yea maybe for you...you dont get kicked constantly.' you retort back at him. he giggled at your response, which made you smile in reaction. 'at least i dont get woken up at 1 am for a hug.' 'HEY ITS NOT LIKE YOU DONT WANT ONE-' your sentence is cut off by your boyfriends lips against yours. he pulls away, quite to early for your liking.
you feel his warm breath against your mouth. 'you're right...i do want them.' a chuckle escapes your smile. 'c'mon let's go back now, ok?'
'ok, but be prepared to get the biggest hug of your life!'
©harufluff 2023
a/n - happy birthday ki!! ilysm youve made my life so happy, so i really hope you're doing ok. you seem sad lately so im hoping you will feel better soon. i love youuu!! (ik hes not seeing it lol not bug me about it again this year)
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rachel daly x lioness!reader
( a/n : sorry i havenât posted in sooo long omg !! honestly the holiday season drained me & since iâve been so unmotivated to write :( & iâve been dealing with stuff in my personal life, nothing serious just so hectic ! but i am slowly coming back. still have a mary earps request & arsenal x teen!reader request to work on and a few of you have asked for a pt2 to the wag in training instagram post i made. they will all be coming eventually ! )
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you jogged beside rachel up and down the pitch, you and the others girls were warming yourselves up for the ninety minute game against belgium that was due to commence in twenty minutes from now, the fans had already begun to fill the seats of the stadium and you were eager to win this for them. you were excited for the match, a little nervous but mostly excited.
it had been awhile since you were in the starting line up after recovering from an ankle injury, you had been on the bench for all the recent games and you were more excited than ever to be able to play a full game again, though sarina had advised you to let her know if you felt as though you were pushing your ankle too much and she would take you off immediately, not wanting to risk you causing any further damage to it which could lead to anything permanent.
you felt a nudge against your hip, and turned to see your girlfriend of almost a year smiling at you knowingly. âyou gonna score a banger for us today?â
you rolled your eyes playfully, knowing she was only half serious. âwhat do i get if i do?â
âumm..â she cocked her head to the side whilst she pretended to think, both of you turning on your heel once you reached the end of the pitch so you could run back up again. âa big fat kiss and a box of chocolates?â
âis that it?â
you gasped at the sudden shove you were given, stumbling over your two feet as rachel laughed and continued jogging.
âoi!â you called out, âyou canât do that, iâm fragile remember.â you caught up with her, shoving her in return though not with as much effort she had just given you.
âyeah, yeah.â she shrugged you off, âthatâs not what you were saying last night.â
ârach!â you cried out, head whipping around to ensure nobody was nearby to hear what the blonde was insinuating.
she laughed at your reaction, and you almost wondered why you put up with her sometimes, but when you glanced in her direction and saw her already smiling back at you with that fond look in her eye, that look you only saw when she was staring back at you, you didnât waste another second trying to guess.
âyouâre such a pain sometimes.â
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you made your way into the penalty box as one of the belgium girls grabbed the ball and made her way to the corner, the red and black kitted team earning themselves a corner after the ball had been kicked out by millie when number nine had gotten too close for comfort. you got in position, standing where you usually always stood which was just outside goal, as closest to mary than any of the other england players with a few girls from the other team pushing and grabbing their ways between you and your fellow lioness.
you sent the blonde a reassuring smile, confident that you would be able to stop the ball from touching the inside of the net with how well you had all been playing so far already.
the ball had been kicked and was now soaring through the air with some speed, you bounced on your feet as you waited to see where it looked more likely to land, your arm stuck out to prevent one of the belgium girls from knocking you out of the way and gaining an advantage on the ball.
the seconds went by in slow motion as the ball got closer and closer to where you stood, and you made the quick decision that you would try and header the goal out of play as it seemed like the best decision, you did not want to risk passing it to another member of the competition and have them get it past your or mary.
you jumped on your feet, leaning forward to connect your head with the leather material when out of nowhere, you felt a harsh push against your back and ribs that had your head flying into something else instead, something that had you crumbling to the floor only a second later with your head in your hands and a mind numbing pain spreading through your entire body.
the crowd exploded into a chorus of booâs, and the whistle blew not even a second later, the loud sounds doing nothing to soften that pulsing agony in your head. you didnât want to move, your whole body felt heavy and the thought of stretching even a single part of your body sounded like hell to you. you didnât even react when you felt a gentle hand on your back, or another on your shoulder, or another on the top of your head where the hairband to your ponytail was positioned. the pain was so intense you were sure that if you werenât so out of it you would be a sobbing mess right now.
you felt a body loom over yours, and some hair tickle your ear, âbabe? can you hear me? are you alright?â
the northern accent that sounded from your girlfriend was heavily coated in an unusual sense of concern that you never really heard from the carefree blonde, but with you down on the floor, seemingly unresponsive the villa player was more scared than she had ever been.
âbabe? can you please just say something? or move your hand? just wanna make sure youâre awake okay? please.â she sounded desperate at the end, and your heart clenched at the panic in her voice.
so with all the strength you could muster, which right now wasnât a lot, you moved your hand until you managed to find her thigh, where you let it sit, feeling comforted by the skin on skin contact you had with your girlfriend. it wasnât long before she grabbed that hand and squeezed it in her own, her slender fingers intertwining with your own as her thumb rubbed the back of you knuckles.
âyouâre gonna be okay, yeah? the medics are here love, theyâre gonna make sure youâre good.â
you mentally nodded at that, though didnât make any move to physically show her you had acknowledged her words. you felt her press a quick peck to the back of your knuckles before she released your hold in hers and moved aside to let the medics in. you frowned at the loss of contact, but there wasnât much you could do about it until you were at least able to verbally communicate with the people surrounding you.
the medics checking you out was a blur, just a lot of hands touching your face and neck, moving your head back and forth, the gasp from some of your teammates when they caught sight of the nasty gash on your temple that you hadnât even realised was there until the alcohol wipes came out. a light was shone in your eyes briefly, before it was flickered off and the medic gestured to two other medics who were waiting offside.
a few seconds later a bright orange could be seen from your blurred vision, though you knew what it was straight away. there was no mistaking the stretcher you had seen being brought out more times than you had liked throughout your career, most of the time for other players but today it seemed as you were the lucky girl about to be carried off the pitch. you panicked a little, worrying how serious your injury was if the medics thought the stretcher was necessary.
your eyes sought out the presence of the only person who could calm you at this moment, flickering around wildly in a desperate attempt to find her but it was like she had all of a sudden vanished.
it was hemp who clicked onto who you were looking around for, the man city striker was stood at a distance, biting at her nails as she watched over you almost protectively, and seeing you so frantic in your attempts to place your girlfriend had her feeling even more sorry for you. she was quick to help out, looking around to find rachel, who to no surprise, was with millie just out of sight from you.
millie was holding the smaller girl back with a hand to her chest, as rachel yelled at the culprit who was the reason for your newfound concussion, the woman in question at least having the decency to look guilty. rachelâs face was flushed red with anger, and her hand was flying all over the place as she yelled. it was a good job millie was there, lauren thought to herself. though millie herself wasnât looking at the belgium player too nicely either.
with the medics ready to lift you and get you on the stretcher, lauren didnât waste anymore time and jogged over to the duo, placing a hand on rachelâs shoulder which halted her ranting as she looked to see who had approached.
âtheyâre carrying y/n off rach, i think she wants you with her.â hemp kept the explanation brief, knowing it would be enough to have rachel retreating and joining you.
and she was right, rachel didnât even bother to look back at the belgium player again before she rushed off to where you were still laid on the floor, some of the other lionesses now wandering off to give the two of you (along with the medics) some much needed space. she fell down on her knees next to you, and you let out a breath you hadnât even realised youâd been holding.
âcome on pretty girl, letâs get you somewhere they can treat you properly yeah? need you all fixed up so we can have you with us again.â rachel did a good job at soothing your racing thoughts, her encouraging smile enough to ease the part of your brain that was coming up with all sorts of scary injuries you were convincing yourself you might have.
with your head still being in immense pain, you were still unable to nod in response, so instead you opted to send her a weak smile to let her know you were listening and appreciated her being there. she smiled back, moving to squeeze your hand in hers once again which added to the comfort you felt with her around.
âjust gonna stand back whilst they get you up, okay? then iâll be with you whilst they carry you off. ellaâs gonna be with you whilst iâm still on the pitch but if sarina takes me off iâll be finding you straight away, alright babe?â she explained, and you squeezed her hand in acknowledgement, feeling more at ease now you knew toone who was on the bench right now, would be with you whilst the medics checked you over inside.
rachel did as she said and temporarily let go of your hand so that she could step away and allow the medics to handle you properly, not wanting to get in their way and cause any issues whilst they dealt with you. a mixture of emotions weighed heavy on her heart.
she was angry at the player who decided to shove you head first into the goal post, just to stop you from getting rid of the ball that mary had caught anyways. no she was livid actually. but she was also upset for you, who had just gotten back on the pitch after waiting almost two months for your ankle to heal after your last incident on the pitch, now youâd be off again and for your sake she just hoped it wasnât for longer than two weeks at most. and on top of all that she was worried, very worried about the state that you were in.
this wasnât just a simple hit to the head that you could walk off, clearly. you were bleeding heavily and it was as if you werenât even aware of where you were, or who you were with or what had just happened. she was just grateful you seemed to be able to understand what people were saying to you, that wouldâve been too much for her to cope with she was sure.
millie comforted her whilst she waited for the medics to finish, and she was grateful for the support from her best friend who didnât speak, only rubbed her shoulder comfortingly in the stressful seconds that passed. it had been six minutes now since the game had been halted because of your injury, and whilst the others girls ran to their managers and listened to advice and new game strategies, rachel refused to leave the pitch with you on it, especially with the state that you were in. if it werenât for the cameras that were no doubt pointed at her right now, she was sure sheâd be a mess until she found out for certain you were going to be okay.
she moved forward the second your body was lifted on the stretcher and squeezed inbetween two bodies so that she could grab ahold of your hand for the third time since you went down, using her spare hand to rub up and down your arm whilst she walked with you all the way off the pitch. the crowd watching erupted into applause as they always did when an injured player was carried off and rachel could only smile at the show of appreciation for you, her super girl who wouldâve no doubt been tearing up at the love you were receiving if you were really aware of it.
when you reached the end of the pitch, she quickly leaned down and as gently as she could placed a quick kiss to your cheek, giving you once saddened glance before she moved back. âlove you baby, i promise iâll come see you as soon as i can.â
the only thing keeping rachel relaxed at the moment was knowing that ella would be with you on the other side, one of your best friends on the squad who she knew would look after you in replace of her. she waited until you were out of sight before she turned to make her way back to the pitch, making eye contact with the belgium player who had been sent off with a red card for deliberately pushing you into the goal post, and she was tempted to approach the dark haired woman and do something sheâd probably regret in the morning. but before she even had a chance to take a step in that direction, sarina appeared in her line of sight and sent her a look, a look that said âyou know you donât really want toâ.
and despite the vision of you laying on the floor, body crumpled and unmoving so clear in her mind, she knew sarina was right. so reluctantly, she steered her body in the opposite direction and jogged back to her original position as she waited for the game to recommence.
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four hours had passed and you were now laid in bed in your hotel room, the one you shared with rachel as you always did when you were at camp, with the blonde fretting over your every need.
the doctors you had seen had confirmed you had a hefty concussion, and would be out of any form of football based activities for the next two weeks, which was a bummer but you were just glad it wasnât too long, hopefully two weeks would pass by in a flash.
unfortunately, they had given rachel a list of symptoms to look out for incase your condition worsened and now the poor woman hadnât relaxed since sheâd gotten back, constantly checking up on you and watching over you like a hawk so she could catch any slight change in your current state so she could alert them immediately.
ârach, babe, come sit please. canât relax with you pacing around like you are.â you stressed, patting the empty space beside you. âi am fine. i promise i will let you know if anything changes.â
she tutted at that but approached the bed as you had asked her to. âwill you though? i know what youâre like. wont wanna say anything because you wonât want me to panic.â
âi think itâs too late for me to be worrying about making you panic.â you teased, and she glared in response.
âwell iâm glad you can make jokes right now. i donât think you understand how scared i actually was when i saw you down like that.â
your heart clenched at the sight of rachel with her head down whilst she fiddled with her fingers, and suddenly you felt bad for making jokes when she was so obviously still upset about the whole situation.
âhey, look at me rach.â you reached out and placed your hand on top of hers that were together on her lap. âi am okay, the doctors know what theyâre doing and they said iâm fine, yeah? i promise you, cross my heart and hope to die, that i will tell you if i start feeling worse, okay? as soon as.â
she stared back at you for a second, her eyes wandering from yours to the bandage that had been wrapped around your head after your injury had been cleaned, before she let out a sigh and nodded, her tense body finally relaxing for the first time since the game which you took as a small win.
âthink you need to start playing in bubble wrap from now on. first your ankle, now your head, whatâs next?â
you were relieved to hear your girlfriend joke around with you once again, albeit her tone lacked the usual cheekiness that it usually held when she was messing around with you, obviously still not completely at ease with everything but she was showing signs of getting there.
âthink sarina will add it to the next training kit for me? iâll even offer to put some money towards it.â you smiled, hand moving to cup rachelâs cheek whilst you watched her eyes light up in amusement.
âyeah iâm sure sheâll be proper up for it, especially if it means actually having you on the pitch for more than a game at a time.â she retaliated with a laugh at the end and you playfully rolled your eyes at her light hearted comment.
âi made it almost sixty minutes, better than what iâve been getting lately, iâll take what i can get.â you shrugged, and now it was her turn to roll her eyes.
âlove you silly girl, even when youâre so accident prone.â she leaned forward and pecked your lips, which you melted into happily.
âin my defence, what happened today wasnât an accident! iâm a victim.â you told her, which earned you a shove back against the headboard.
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LIVEBLOG: Wakfu Season 4, Episode 4 [PART 2]
I wonder how long he's been standing there. Did he come an hour early? 20 minutes early? Just standing there, doing nothing...
Dios mio... la creatura!
Something very weird happened with the Eni queen/leader. In s2, her cape and hands were like this because she was sitting, in this season ââŻit's just part of her design. Did nobody check this stuff? Am I going insane thinking this is an error? Did she look bad when her cape was down? What the fuck is happening?
Once again, something very silly is happening with Sufokia, if they have an empress and a king. My headcanon to fix it is "the king is a consort-king" or something.
(*sobs in Ankama, or, really, 89% of all media, not understanding that whoever marries the ruler of the nation is a [insert title]-consort, and does not have as much political power or the right of succession* *Hysterically convulses in "99% of all Queens were Queen-consorts, and the title itself, by default, usually means a consort. For this reason, female rulers (rare non-consort Queens who came to throne due to lack of male princes) typically named their husbands "Princes" and not "Kings", because the title king always implies a higher degree of power than a queen; therefore, it might be reasonable to assume, that in this fantasy setting, a Ruling Empress's husband might be called a king for this reason* *Foams at mouth because Ankama just forgot they mentioed Sufokia having a king and I'm trying to cope. badly*)
Also since I'm on this tangent already, YES, this means that Sadida rules of throne succession are:
1. extremely easy for outsiders to abuse (say what you will, but "the spouse inherits the throne" is a BADDD rule to combat conquest by foreign nations, there's a reason it was children or blood-relatives of the ruler, besides patriarchy/divine right of kings/whatever â the spouse is an outsider. All it takes is a princess, who is Wonderful at poisoning, being married off to a foreign nation and whoopsie-daisy, their country is now Her country, and therefore her Family's country),
2. it's unrealistic,
3. probably just bad writing for the sake of drama.
If you're curious why I know all this shit.......... I have a blorbo in a different fandom, and his entire thing is that he was married into a royal family and then tortured by his queen wife in a sort of gender-bent Henry VIII arrangement (except he was kept alive against his will and there was no divorce or church splits). God bless that blorbo for making me learn.
These Huppermages were repurposed from the movie concept art, btw.
I find it quite interesting, that Joris has the authority to be present here...
My personal theory/headcanon is that he is their mediator, and they just call him to their meetings so that, instead of yelling at each other and declaring wars, they can talk to him (and therefore, yell only at him and declare no wars).
Ugh, once again, I am not entirely fond of the English subs. First the translation error about the brotherhood of forgotten/tofu, and now they are making Joris say this spring chicken thing...
It doesn't fit his character and reads weird. Just leave it as "I'm not that young", like in the original. It's more fitting for Joris to speak in negative sentences ("I am not young") than in affirmative ones ("I am old") because he is not fond of stating direct facts about himself and his life... besides the fact that he's standing in front of multiple world leaders.
[kicks my legs cutely thinking about the fact that Joris, older than every king and queen in this place, and fully convinced of his excellence and wisdom and heroism, has been forced to bow down to them for his entire life despite hating at 90% of them for their political decision] I love his commitment to being the protagonist of an 18th century Russian novel about being doomed by the narrative.
Also, kinda wild. You'd think that during Ogrest's chaos they'dâ actually I think everyone was too dead to hold meetings during that, nvm.
I wonder what they would do, if the maker of the eyes wouldn't reply. Just stand there? Or is this speech more of a formality â something he always says, in the lead-up to the meeting?
(I am once again reminding you, this blog is LITERALLY about overthinking crepinjurgen lore! Ankama gave no shit while writing this. I'm just doing this for fun.)
He's so unimpressed. Probably still trying to gauge what the fuck is going on.
THE LITTLE SMILEâ he's trying to suppress it so hard in the first screenshot here. He's probably glad that Yugo seems to be in good spirits about what's happening, even if he himself is still quite worried.
His expression here is a beautiful mix of "PLEASE DON'T FUCK THIS UP" and "it is a canon event, I cannot intervene"
Literally, Joris's expressions at this moment should be analyzed frame by frame. You can feel the desperation. He now understands that there is a high possibility they are fucked. Because his bestie (who is always right) is an impulsive 20-something year old boy who knows nothing about politics or what people can do, and his mom is a god, and the leaders of the world aren't going to like whatever the fuck is going on, and he KNOWS what they might do, and what might happen, and oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuckâ
"Yugo :) perhaps you shuoild :) um. :) ease them into it. :).... :("
He's trying to keep smiling, so hard. It's crazy.
Joris has lived through the huppermage genocide. He knows people don't need that much of a reason to begin killing. He understands precisely just how fragile the position that Yugo and his people are in. He understands his own place in the pecking order, too â he isn't going to act like Yugo's friend if these people are watching.
And neither Yugo, not any other Eliatrope is able to understand this. There are cruelties in this world that they are fundamentally unable to grasp without having truly been seeped in it before.
Like, what is he even to do here, to make Yugo understand how bad the situation is. All he can do is stand there looking haunted, while receiving unprecedented amounts of psychic damage.
If I was Joris at this point, I would simply pull out a flask of whiskey and a cigarette. The political situation has now gone completely unfixable. There is no going back, now that she has said these two lines.
Someone native to the World of Twelve and old enough to understand politics would know how bad this sounds. But to her, these are good things. Of course they are, since she knows what is good and what isn't, and everyone in her world has always accepted those things as good.
Basically: the conflict between WoT and Eliatropes is that a nation of people from a world of teletubbies-level conflict, â with no bigotry or nations or poverty or hunger or theft or inequality, or ulterior motives, â has been added to a "game of thrones" type society with no explanation. And now they are all forced to try and understand one another.
If I was Joris at this moment, I would simply shoot myself in the temple with a gun. If things were bad before, they are horrible now. She is talking to world leaders as her children. It might have been alright even with Eliatropes, but these people aren't Eliatropes.
DO I EVEN NEED TO COMMENT ON HOW BAD THIS IS? IN A WORLD WHERE COLONIALISM, RACISM, SUBJUGATION, AND SLAVERY ARE REAL? IS SHE ON CRACK?
I would give anythign to see Joris's expressions as she's saying these things. I think he should be trembling. Staring vacantly into space.
To someone from a world of violence, a world with "no violence" seems like a world where violence is hidden, and enacted to stop them from voicing their disagreement with the status quo.
Tot has described this as a sort of conflict between the modern world approachesâŻto society â and named China and America as examples of what he was inspired by, while writing Eliatrope.
I will not get into detail on my feelings on it (China is often extremely criticized in the west for things every country in the world does due to racism)
But this might point us towards the fact that the world of Eliatropes wasn't as free of conflict as the show portrays it to be, and it was, in fact, Just A Society, with all that entails. In which case, things get morally morally gray... might explain why, in the earlier drafts of the season, she was meant to be the main antagonist ââŻand why it was decided against.
(Is that maybe why Qilby is so embittered â his experiences were silenced, and he was made to suck it up, only confiding in Shinonome? She does constantly shut up Yugo and Qilby, not letting them speak up about their grudges against each other to keep the peaceâ [I am quickly silenced by tangent police])
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Hi! I hope youâre doing well!!!
I just read your Adam x Luciferâs son fic and I loved it a lot more than I thought I would going in (that sounded really backhanded but I definitely donât mean it that way đ)
I was thinking of a part 2 that takes place literally just a few minutes after the 1st, Lucifer basically gave Adam a few⊠letâs say corrective love taps. And now the reader is patching up his now bruised face. Reader tryâs to make Adam feel better by complimenting him and flirting with him. (I know damn well Adam is such a hoe for genuine affection like-)
Cut to Lucifer sitting across the room eyeing you both, now realizing that his son is in love with THE FIRST MAN and Adam is ALSO in love with his son. To put it simply, he is kinda freaking out. He now refuses to leave them alone together for the rest of the day, and also the unseeable future! He starts listing the reasons why the Reader should very much not being dating Adam. (Would be funny if he also mentioned the age gap as if he didnât date a newly born woman as a who knows how old Angel LMAO) And Adam is like âBitch, Iâm am literally right the fuck here.â
Lucifer is just really activating his overprotective dad mode. That is⊠until Charlie really needs his help with something for the hotel. He eventually (albeit reluctantly) agrees to leave to help because he thinks âIâll be quick, itâs just what? 5 minutes? And Iâll be in the room just a few doors down!â
He leaves and Adam, who for some motherfucking reason, canât stop thinking about all the things Lucifer said to you about him and starts thinking âMaybe heâs rightâ and starts just getting in his head about it
Reader finishes up patching his face and can tell heâs thinking about what Luci said. He reassures him that he loves no one else but Adam and that what his dad thinks is irrelevant. Reader gives Adam a kiss before asking. âAnyways, you ready to go?â
âThe fuck you mean? Go where?
âI mean⊠how else are we going to finish what we started?â
And the was one of the first times the reader managed to make Adam flustered. Needless to say, Adam and the reader werenât there when Lucifer returned. Much to Luciferâs anger.
Nah man ur good, I wasn't the biggest fan at first too but y'know, it's kinda cute. Also u didn't specify anything about Reader and Adam having sex so I kept this SFW, my inbox is temporarily closed but if ya want a sequel that's basically just smut, lemme know once my inbox is open again!
Part 1
My lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language
note: not beta read bc fuck you
âWas that really necessary, dad?â you grumbled as you pressed a ball of cotton against Adamâs lip - Adamâs bleeding lip. Lucifer hadn't been too fond of the view he had been greeted with when entering the room. The brunetteâs bottom lip was split open, his nose was bleeding and his eye was slowly turning black again. Adam had just recovered from the stabbing injuries Niffty had caused and now he was covered in bleeding wounds once again. A thing that surely did surprise you and that you wanted to look deeper into once the situation was less tense, was the fact that Adamâs blood was still golden. His blood had remained pure and angelic and while you partly understood why, it did make you curious.
Adam hissed in pain as your fingers gently traced along his nose, checking if it was just bleeding or if it was broken - Adam was lucky because your father had actually managed to break the former angelâs nose.
Lucifer was sitting on an armchair across the room, watching the gentle touches his son offered Adam, he didnât like that they got along and he hated that they seemed so in love, so all over each other. Lucifer knew Adam, well that wasnât entirely true. Lucifer had known Adam once, back in Eden when everything had been so new and exciting for pretty much everybody. Back then Adam had been a kind and loving soul, but that soul was no longer comparable to the man that was sitting on his sonâs bed, bleeding divine blood onto the covers while his son basically sat in Adamâs lap and took care of the injuries.
âYes, it was necessary, someone needed to teach him a lesson,â Lucifer answered your question, sounding quite bitter. And partly you were able to understand your father, he had history with Adam - history that did not end well at all but the man whose lap you were sitting on seemed almost innocent. You were very aware that Adam was the last person to describe as innocent and sweet though.
âMy poor angel,â you hummed as you leaned in a little closer, carefully stopping the bleeding of Adamâs nose before inspecting the broken bone a little closer - it was nothing you couldnât fix, that was for sure. It would heal just fine, it just needed time. With gentle hands you cupped Adamâs face and kissed his stubbled chin, causing the brunette to shiver lightly. Adam was not used to gentle touches, yes, he had been spending quite some time with you ever since his people had left him behind, but that didnât mean he got used to affectionate touches like those you offered him - that didnât mean he disliked them, quite the opposite was the case, he lived for your gentle touches and soft words. You somehow always found something to praise the brunette for.
Adam hummed in agreement, nodding his head lightly to underline the sound. âDonât you worry, Iâll fix you up in no time,â you added, satisfied that there was no more blood dripping from Adamâs nose.
Lucifer growled from where he was sitting, not pleased with how close you were to Adamâs face - well, actually he wasnât pleased that you were close to Adam at all. You shot your father a glare over the brunetteâs shoulder. âYouâre responsible for his injuries so shut up,â you hissed at the blonde king.
The king of Hell simply rolled his eyes at your words, âYeah, well you shouldnât be dating Adam - date whoever you want, I donât care if theyâre female, non-binary or male, just donât date him.â Lucifer pointed towards Adam who seemed not very happy about how lowly Lucifer spoke about him. Sure, they had their issues with each other, but why was it such a big deal to the blonde that the first man and the prince of Hell had a thing for each other?
âYâknow, first of all heâs a maniac, he literally used to kill our people,â Lucifer started to list reasons why you should stay away from the brunette, you could only raise an eyebrow at your father, âOh our people? The people you ignored for only God knows how long? Those people youâre supposed to rule but instead of doing so you simply let them rot?â You felt how the first manâs hands came to rest on your hips, gently patting them signaling you that he liked your answer. Lucifer huffed.
âOkay what about the fact that heâs manipulative and controlling?â The blonde king tried again, nodding his head towards Adam. âDad,â you said, looking at Lucifer, you seemed quite unimpressed by his words, âMomâs book is trash, Adam was told to keep Lilith on a leash, he was supposed to look out for her and stop her from being absolutely self destructive and reckless.â
The blonde king tried it yet again, his problem was not that Adam was a man, his problem was that Adam was Adam, âOkay but what about the age gap? Heâs like so much older than you are, sweety,â you cringed at the nickname your father gave you and playfully slapped Adamâs chest as you felt a chuckle vibrating through his body. âSays the guy who fucked the first woman a couple days after her fucking creation,â Adam huffed, turning his head around to face Lucifer.
The short king was about to argue yet again, but Charlie interrupted him by opening the door without knocking, something that was very unlike her since she valued privacy. Your sisterâs eyes watched you and Adam for a moment, she shot you a quick, reassuring smile before heading towards your father, who was still sitting in that stupid armchair, observing you and Adam like the both of you were little children.
âIâm sorry for bursting in without knocking,â Charlie apoligzed, sounding quite stressed about whatever was going on elsewhere in the hotel, it wasnât that you cared all that much. Not when you were seated in Adamâs lap and Charlie was a great distraction for Luciferâs sharp eyes. âDonât sweat it, dollface,â Adam simply responded, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, âYouâre not the fucking first, seems to be a fucking family issue you have there.â Your sister spun around in confusion, frowning at the first man who simply rested his chin on your head and grinned at her. âUh⊠yeah⊠no, what I came here for is actually,â the blonde girl turned back towards the king of Hell, âDad, I really need your help.â
Lucifer shook his head, nodding towards you and Adam, âI can't leave them alone sweety.â Charlie glanced over at how you were seated in Adam's lap, patching up the wounds your father had caused. The blonde girl sighed, then returned her attention to Lucifer who was still watching you and the brunette very closely. âIt's urgent, Valentino-â at the name of the pimp Lucifer perked up, he knew Valentino meant no good and the fact that Charlie was mentioning him in context with the fact that she needed his help with something only made it worse in his eyes. âI think I can spare a few minutes to deal with Valentino,â Lucifer grumbled, not exactly happy leaving you with Adam, yet he knew his daughter wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
He got up from the armchair, twirled his cane and tapped it on the floor once it was right side up again. âLet's make this quick.â
You watched as your father and your sister left the room to deal with said Valentino problem. As soon as the door fell shut you stopped hiding the grin and looked up at Adam, who seemed to be thinking about something - most likely all the harsh words your father had said. A small sigh left you as you cupped Adam's face once again, looking deeply into struggling golden eyes. âDon't take his words to heart he's⊠a little overprotective when it comes to his youngest son,â you hummed at Adam, the grin on your lips turned into a soft smile as you caressed Adam's cheek with your thumb. âBesides, we have to get going before he comes back.â
The brunette frowned at your words, his concern about all the things Lucifer had said was replaced by confusion, âGet going? Where the fuck do you wanna go?â You glanced to the door, then back at Adam. The first man followed your eyes and the confusion cleared up rather quickly. âSomewhere where we can continue what we started without dad interrupting us.â
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When Lucifer returned to your room only five minutes later the room was empty. Nothing had changed except for the fact that Adam was no longer sitting on your bed with you in his lap. Lucifer cursed under his breath and just as he was about to go seek for you and the first man, he heard moans coming from one of the other rooms, those soft sounds of pleasure caused the devil to stop in his tracks immediately.
The moans echoing through the hotel came from Adam.
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