#i have a whole au for this guy so sit tight for that smiles

[papanowo]

was looking thru the mermaid au tag on ao3 a couple months ago and realised bones is rarely the mermaid so i sought to change that

[prisjean]

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ "MINE"

possessive! caleb x fem! reader

synopsis₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧: an au where you & caleb are farspace officers. the weekly meeting was finished... but after basically knowing caleb your whole life, you notice his mood has changed after him assuming, you paid all your attention to the lieutenant colonel (2.1k words!)

tw: MDNI +18, NSFW, rough sex, jealous sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection), caleb is possessive, dirty talk, spanking, he has you in a headlock, cumming inside

a/n ✧: caleb is releasing tomorrow and im so excited! i hope everyone who pulls him, brings him home! wanted to release this before he releases so im so sorry if this felt fast! also thank you to @tbaluver for giving me a little help with writing this!

caleb's office was always used for meetings. he would talk about the assignments he would give out and the expectations. it was only the officers of the farspace fleet that attended these meetings. caleb, the colonel, sebastian, the lieutenant colonel, and finally, you as a lieutenant.

the meeting was just about done, but caleb’s office felt heavier than usual, the air thick with something unspoken. you had barely stood up from your seat when you noticed the way he was sitting, his jaw tight, his hand grip on his pen as he started working as soon as sebastian left, eyes sharp and locked onto the report he had, trying to ease himself.

you raised an eyebrow, shifting your weight. “okay, what’s with the look?”

caleb leaned back in his chair, now looking at you. he fidgeted with the pen, clicking it slowly. “you know exactly what, pipsqueak” he said, voice low but toned with something simmering just beneath the surface.

your confusion must have shown because he let out a short, humorless laugh. “don't play dumb,” he muttered, tilting his head slightly. “saw the way you were looking at him.”

your brows furrowed. “sebastian?”

caleb’s eyes darkened, and he stood, stepping around the desk toward you. “yeah, sebastian. you couldn’t take your eyes off him.”

the realization hit, and you rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile. “seriously? caleb, i was just being polite. i wasn't—”

his hand caught your wrist gently but firmly, pulling you closer. “polite?” he echoed, his voice lower and raising his eyebrows. “seemed like more than that.”

you felt your heartbeat quicken as his fingers trailed slowly up your arm, his touch familiar, possessive in a way that made your skin tingle in a good way. “you’re ridiculous,” you chuckled.

caleb hummed, leaning in, his lips barely brushing your ear. “maybe,” he murmured, “but i don’t like sharing your attention.” he finally admits.

heat rolled on your cheeks as his hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him. the space between you disappeared in an instant with his touch being firm and full of determination. less out of anger and more out of a deep, unshakable need. you could feel the weight of his jealousy, not in harsh words or frustration, but in the way his fingers pressed into your skin, like he had to hook you to him, to remind himself that you were his and no one else's. you yearned for this touch as much as he did for yours. seeing him be so jealous over another guy that you don't think of in that way, turned you on.

"sebastian could never make you feel the way i do", he whispers. his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

your lips parted slightly, but before you could respond, caleb’s grip tightened at your waist, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. his eyes staring into yours, filled with something feral, something that made your knees weak.

“i don't even have to try,” he continued, his voice laced with an edge of arrogance, his fingers tracing a slow, delicate path down your spine. “you’re already melting for me.” and it was true, you could tell just how much wet you were getting with the way he was talking to you.

you swallowed hard, your heart racing. “caleb, someone could walk in” you whispered, your tone was weak at this point.

a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but his grip didn’t change. “and?” he challenged, his voice dangerously low. “you think i would let anyone else have you?"

caleb’s hand slid to your jaw, his thumb brushing over your skin as he tilted your face up to his. he closed the distance between you two.

the kiss came like a storm, powerful and unrelenting. his lips crashed against yours, swallowing any breath you had left, as if he were claiming you in every way possible. his kiss was deep, fighting with tongues and tasting you like he couldn’t get enough.

you felt every ounce of his need, every pulse of his jealousy, as he kissed you harder, almost desperately. it was so intense, the session had you leaning on his cool wooden desk, at least giving you two a little support. his hand at the back of your neck held you in place, as though he feared you'd pull away. you didn’t, though. you melted into him, kissing him back with equal desire, the heat between you rising by the second.

when he finally pulled away, both of you were left breathless, the air between you charged with an electric tension. his eyes gaze into yours, the heat still there, unmistakable, as his lips hovered just above yours.

before you could say another word, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cool, polished surface of his desk. papers scattered to the floor as he pushed you down, his body pressing firmly against yours.

“you really like teasing me, don’t you pipsqueak?” caleb’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he nibbled on your ear, sending a wave of heat through your body. he moved your hair away from the back of your neck to bite you, causing you to wince in pleasure. he took in your scent before planting hickies from behind on your neck. his hands slid down your sides, firmly gripping your hips.

you could feel him harden against you, his breath ragged as his control slipped even further. his voice dropped, dripping with frustration and desire. “you were teasing me with the way you looked at him.. ", he lowly says. "god i just want you for myself..." he groans, still inhaling your smell.

your breath hitched as his grip tightened, pulling you even closer. “i didn’t—”

“don’t,” he interrupted, his voice rough, “don’t even try to deny it.” His hands moved, trailing over your skin with an intensity that left you breathless. his body pressed hard against you. his touch was rougher as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

you bit your lip, feeling the heat between you both intensify.

“you want to know why sebastian could never?” caleb’s voice was right at your ear again. “because he doesn't know you like i do.”

your hands gripped the edge of the desk, your breathing uneven as his every touch igniting sparks under your skin.

“and i’m going to remind you exactly who you belong too.” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. he finishes his statement with a slap on your ass before groping it, leaving you in such a wet mess. at this point you knew he was teasing you just as you did with him, but you were enjoying this.

he sends another slap on your ass before lifting up your skirt and moving your panties to the side. his chest was still pressed against your back with his muscular clothed arms caging you in, then letting his leather gloved finger slide through your drooling cunt. you squirm under his touch.

"gosh.. you stare at him with those pretty eyes but you're fucking soaked for me", you sink under the whispers he tells you. "caleb... please.." you begged me. "i need you now.." you continue begging, practically pressing your ass against his clothed crotch.

“heh..so needy..” he chuckles, having a firm grip on you. “are you sure you can handle your punishment? because i won't be able to hold back,” he breathes against your ear, giving you a chill down your back. 

“yes.. please colonel caleb”, you murmur. you could already feel himself hardened under you after saying his title. 

“that’s a good girl,” he grins before letting your panties fall to ground. you eagerly wait for him as he starts to unbuckle his belt. he unzips, freeing his heavy cock. the tip was already gleaming with leaky pre-cum, begging to discipline you. he presses his cock against your erected pussy, letting your juices lube him up. he makes your body heat up when he gives your clit a few taps before probing at your entrance. you share a loud gasp as you're both intertwined now.

caleb slowly breathes to get him accustomed to your pussy clenching around him. he wanted to cum right then and there but he knew he wasn't done with you. he's been fantasizing about this many too many times and now he was sure as hell not going to waste it.

"fuck, your pussy..mm..is so tight" he breathes. he continues to pump into you. the grip on the table under your palms tighten, he knew just how to hit your pleasure points.

“mm~you think i didn’t notice the way you looked at him?”, he murmured, his voice low, dripping with restrained frustration. “ngh..it doesn't matter.." he mutters, gripping your waist tightly. "because we...both know who you really belong to, don’t we?” he groans as your pussy swells around him.

you kept moaning in replies, you loved the way he was taking his jealousy out on you but you were too into your pleasure to say anything back to him. caleb notices and wraps his muscular arm around your neck, letting your head tilt up a bit while you gasped in surprise.

"say it,” he commanded softly, his tone a dangerous mix of desire and control. “say you’re mine.” saying as he kept his pace. his eyes burned with hunger.

“mmh..i'm yours, caleb" your voice trembling with need.

a satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. “that’s right,” he murmured, the pace of his thrusts picks up. "and 'm..gonna make sure you only look at me from on," he groans as he continues fucking you, letting slaps of skin echo in the room. at this point, his balls clapped against your clit and his tip hitting your spongy g-spot at every thrust.

"ca-caleb.." you wince, "i'm..'m gonna cum!" you whine.

"mm.. that's it, cum on me, pretty girl" he smirks, his pace never faltering. with those words, you ride your orgasm out. your juices spraying on his cock and rides down your thighs, leaving your legs to tremble. "mmm..cumming on me like a slut hm? ngh..'m gonna fill your pussy up, pretty girl" he moans. after a few more trembling thrusts, he lets out a loud groan before letting his warm seed coat your walls. you both pants as he gently unwraps his arm from you and pulls out of you. your pussy drools of him down your thighs.

the air in the room was now thick, it echoed your synced breathing and smelled of the weight of everything that just happened.

"you okay?" caleb asks, his voice husky, still tinged with the remnants of desire. you can tell now his jealousy was slowly melting away. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he reached up, tucking a sweaty piece of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your skin.

"yes, i'm okay" you nodded, your cheeks flush at the heat of the moment. he smiles and without another word, he bends down in front of you, his strong hands gently rolling your panties back onto you. there’s an unmistakable urgency in the way he moves, a reminder that you belong to him in a way no one else can take.

his fingers press against your skin possessively as he slides the fabric back into place, he grins as he sees you still leaking of him and when the fabric is fully adjusted, caleb straightens up, standing in front of you again. he reaches out, his thumb tracing along your lower lip as he steps closer, crowding you with his presence.

"you know, i don’t think they’ll miss the message now," caleb murmurs, his voice low and dark with intent. his hand slides to your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat of his body making you feel every inch of his desire. "i want them to see who you belong to. i want them to know exactly who’s got you."

you shiver at the words, feeling your pulse race. his lips hover near your ear as he continues, his breath hot against your skin. "i’ll make sure you never forget that you’re mine. no one else gets to have you the way i do. understand?"

you nod, feeling a surge of heat coursing through your body at the raw possessiveness in his words. his lips press against your ear in a gentle kiss, but there’s no mistaking the tension that still lingers in his touch.

"you’re mine," he repeats, a promise and a claim all in one. "and everyone’s gonna know it."

[taesanrot]

[fruit punch] taesan x f!reader | 11.4k words enemies to lovers, also idiots to lovers, college au, alcohol consumption, mutual pining, smut (making out, fingering f. receiving, handjobs, vaginal sex, protected sex, oral sex), dom!taesan if you squint, y/n is lowkey evil sometimes, they're both just confused and dumb note. ty to the anon for sending this request! i had sm fun writing this~~ sorry it took so long i started uni again and lost all of my free time. hope everyone enjoys broody and grumpy taesan hehe. @onedoornet :P

taesan swears he can feel his blood pumping in his ears every time he sees you. he's come to loathe the feeling, the way his stomach flips and twitches when he hears your voice. his senses heighten and his vision tunnels on you, as if a curtain has been draped over everyone and everything else. his whole body is attuned to you, like he's your fucking puppet.

it's sick, he hates how much he unconsciously worships you. he's reminded of it every time he hears your voice around the corner or your name in conversations.

the reason he despises his affinity for you is because he knows you don't feel the same -- he's almost certain he doesn't even occupy a sliver of your mind.

he knows you're lively and expressive in conversation, at least that's what he's heard. every time he come around and joins conversation with your mutual friends, you suddenly have no words left on your tongue and no thoughts left in your mind. taesan can probably count the amount of times you've spoken to him directly on one hand.

taesan doesn't know what he's done, or what he's doing to put you off of him, but he's been done with your little hate boner against him for a while now. no matter how stuffy his lungs get or how tight his pants get when you seep into his vision or his mind, taesan couldn't care less, not anymore. he rolls his eyes and spins on a heel when he sees you or hears your pretty voice; or he sighs and falls face first onto his pillow when you creep in his solitary thoughts.

he feels like your fucking dog, drooling and falling over you while you can't even look him in the eye.

taesan would say he has a strong resolve and sense of self, and it disgusts him to no end how you weaken and crumble his walls with a simple half-smile, all while ignoring him entirely like he's gum on your shoes.

on top of everything, he had the unfortunate experience of witnessing you verbally confirm your distaste for the boy.

taesan was sifting through the library's aisles, looking for a book to use for his music theory paper. around the corner, you happened to be sitting at one of the study tables, chatting with your friends carelessly, not realizing the topic of your conversation was standing less than 10 feet away.

it wasn't the boy's intent to eavesdrop, but he was in earshot and couldn't escape your conversation if he wanted to. and he wished he did, after hearing the next words that came out of you and your friends mouths.

"formal's coming up soon, who are you taking, y/n?"

"ugh, i don't know who to ask." to his dismay, his ears perked at the sound of your voice.

"what about taesan?" the boy tensed at the sound of his name rolling off your friend, giselle's, tongue. the giggle that left her mouth after made his stomach twist and jolt.

"are you crazy? jesus, giselle. no way!" taesan felt his already bruised heart drop to his ass. you sounded appalled, and your tone only rubbed salt on the boy's already open wound.

there wasn't much left to hear, taesan wasn't keen on sticking around to listen to you guys keep talking shit about him. he spun on his heel and left the library as fast as he could without running. his paper would just have to wait a few hours.

it was a sour memory that made him wince, and it was a scene that he replayed in his head every time he felt his heart race around you.

today was no exception, as taesan walked into the lobby of his apartment complex -- which is unfortunately the same complex that you lived in -- he caught a glance of you in his peripheral, you were studying with friends in one of the lobby's booths, smiling like your usual joyous self. not that taesan would even know; your bubbly side isn't something he's familiar with in the slightest.

once again, to his dismay, the boy felt his heart jolt in his ribcage, the solid thumping a bit more noticeable than before. and like a routine that was ingrained in him, he quelled his outburst of excitement before it could fully bubble to the surface.

forget it, she hates you.

turning his attention to his phone, taesan lazily walked over to the mailroom to pick up a package he ordered a while ago. he then made his way over to the elevator, still paying no mind to his surroundings, scrolling through his friends' recent text messages and posts on instagram. it wasn’t until the elevator doors opened, he walked in, and punched his floor's button that he looked away from his phone; he opted to stare at his shoe instead, back slumping against the wall behind him.

the elevator doors started closing before they suddenly halted and reopened. taesan heard heavy breathing, like someone was running to catch the doors. when his gaze shifted upward curiously, he felt his entire being tense, fingers suddenly digging into the sides of the cardboard box he was holding.

it was you; your hair was fluttering around your face and your backpack was hanging haphazardly off one shoulder, still half unzipped. your cheeks were red and flushed from your hasty entrance and your lips were parted slightly, drawing in soft breaths as your eyes locked with his.

taesan was horrified, and he gave you a quick nod of acknowledgement to avoid having to speak to you. he hoped to god his disdain didn't show across his face -- he was barely confident that he even managed to nod without his neck twitching. in the time it took him to blink, you slipped into the elevator and were now standing 3 feet to his left.

suddenly, it was as if the ceiling of the elevator was the most interesting thing the boy had ever seen, and taesan stared at the patterns in the ceiling tile like his life depended on it, trying to pretend he didn't want to bash his own head in against the wall.

he heard a small beep, likely from you pressing the button for your floor. taesan wouldn't know that for sure though, he was staring so hard in any direction that wasn't yours. he would genuinely rather the floor open up and swallow him whole than glance to his left and be reminded that the girl of his dreams and nightmares was in such close proximity to him.

taesan couldn't tell you how long he's wanted you even if he tried. sometimes he thinks that if the circumstances weren’t so dire between the two of you, that you might be his soulmate.

deep down, it saddened taesan to no end to be in this predicament. here you were, right in front of him with no one else around, and he was frozen like a deer in headlights. taesan wished so dearly that things could be different between the two of you, so that in a moment like this, he could reach out and actually talk to you, get to know you, hold you, rather than cowering in the corner.

and as if some all knowing force heard his thoughts, the elevator suddenly jolted to a stop. taesan didn't even notice until he heard you speak.

"what the fuck?" snapping out of his mental tirade, taesan looked up at the dial above the buttons.

great, it's in between floors. we're fucked.

taesan decided it was time to grow a fucking pair and speak to you for the first time in probably two years.

"we should call emergency services." he wished there was any way for those words to come out his mouth less stupidly. he still hadn't turned to look at you, setting his package and his backpack on the floor and stepping forward to hit the emergency call button.

unceremoniously, the button lit up, followed by absolutely nothing else. sighing, taesan finally turned to look at you. your cheeks were flushed and you looked fearful, taesan wasn't sure if it was because of the elevator or just being stuck with him. if it was the latter he think he might actually just kill himself.

"the line might be busy, i think we're gonna be here for a minute." he sighed out, and your eyes softened.

"it's okay, there's nothing else we can do i guess." you finally spoke, and taesan felt like the sun was beaming directly on him. your attention on him like a spotlight, he felt like he could finally die happy.

"yeah." taesan's lip curled up into a half smile that made your cheeks grow redder, and you watched, still frozen, as he went to sit on the floor next to his stuff. as taesan settled himself into the small corner, crossing his legs, you took it as your cue to place your stuff next to you, sinking down to the floor in defeat.

taesan couldn't say he wasn't confused by you in this moment. for someone stuck in an elevator with someone they avoid like the plague and hate more than anything, you sure did blush a lot. so much, that taesan was starting to think it was his brain messing with him, and that your cheeks weren't truly as flushed and reddened as they looked.

do people blush around people they hate? better yet, am i just fucking delusional? the thoughts ran laps around his brain, making him want to bang his head against the silver elevator doors.

the boy decided that he probably had better and more concerning things to pay his attention to right now, like quelling his increasingly fast heartbeat and his rapid breaths. his heart was beating so loud he thought he can hear the sound reverberating and bouncing on the walls of the small elevator, a space that felt like it was getting smaller and smaller by the minute.

his hands were clammy and shiny and he hoped you didn't notice as he tried to discreetly wipe them against his pants when he reached for his phone from his back pocket.

"i'm gonna call my friend and see if he can get ahold of the front desk." you nodded in agreement, and listened quietly as the line rings.

before either of you could even begin to get your hopes up, the line cut, and a message displayed across the top of taesan's phone screen.

call failed. taesan cursed under his breath.

"fuck, i don't think i have any service in here. sorry." taesan didn't know why he apologized, it's not like he has any control over the building's spotty reception. he didn't look at you as he speaks.

gaze focused on the ground, the boy didn't expect to hear your soft voice chime in the air.

"it's okay, we can just wait it out, we don't have any other choice anyway." you finished your sentence off with a soft giggle. pink blush was still creeping up your neck and tinting your face softly.

accepting his fate of being stuck in the elevator, taesan decided he should at least make use of his time. reaching into his backpack, he grabbed his laptop and a pair of wired earbuds, opening up his current project for his composition class.

he kept one earbud in his left ear, while the other dangled in midair. as the beats played in his ear and reverberated through his skull, taesan finally felt a bit at peace, attention tunnelling in on his laptop screen.

what he didn't notice is the way you curiously watch him work. he typed away at his laptop and mouse pad softly and his focused expression and the unfamiliar contents on his screen piqued your interest.

but what piqued your interest more was taesan. his fluffy hair that moves with him as he nods along to the music that you can't hear, the way his face scrunches up cutely when he squints at the screen to read the tiny font, the way his pink lips fall into a small pout amidst his concentration.

what started out as short side glances that you snuck in from time to time turns into full on staring. being this close to him, your gaze was pulled to him like paper clips to a magnet.

contrary to taesan's belief, you do not hate taesan. while your friends do tease you about him, it's not because you have some weird secret hate boner for him.

in reality, it's because you literally cannot think straight around the raven haired boy. it's embarrassing how quickly your cheeks heat up at a single sight of taesan, heart pumping so fast you think you're going to give yourself an arrhythmia.

you’ve never been the shy type. not that you were constantly bouncing off the walls or anything, but you’ve always thought of yourself as being sociable and having a big personality. you’ve never shied away from strangers and new experiences, feeding off of the energy from the conversation and laughter you elicit through witty jokes and quips.

that alone makes your yearning all the more pathetic. y/n, the girl who could make exciting conversation in a room full of introverted bookworms, getting sweaty palms over some random music major?

it's a feeling you couldn't bear, which is why you avoided it at all costs, especially around your friends. you've also learned the hard way that your friends will not let you hear the end of it when they witness the way you melt around the boy, and you quite enjoy not having to talk about your affinity for taesan 24/7. that's the reason you haven't spoken to him either, you don't even want to begin to imagine your friends' reaction to that.

after a particular incident where belle and shinyu were teasing you about taesan and kim leehan walked by, you were so spooked that you decided the only solution was simply avoid or ignore him at all costs. you could not risk your blabber mouthed friends revealing the fact that you like taesan, especially since you had no idea if he liked you back, or even remembered your name, for that matter.

plus, it helped you avoid the embarrassing experience of going completely nonverbal.

you'd been telling yourself that you'd make a move at some point, but the mere thought of trying to progress things any further makes your stomach twist on itself and makes your chest start to constrict.

but now, with the boy sitting an arms length away and no one else around, you felt like it was fate. yes, there were definitely assignments waiting for you to get around to, but right now you couldn't be more thankful that the elevator is broken.

after staring at taesan and hyping yourself up for a solid 20 minutes, you decided that you can't pass up this chance.

"what are you working on?" your voice was so soft and shaky at first that taesan almost didn't hear you, but you knew he did based on the fact that his fingers halted their swift typing. you watched him move to pause the stream of audio in his ear.

"me?" taesan replied. the second the words leave his lips he regretted it. who the fuck asks that in a room with only two people?

apparently my dumbass.

"who else?" you didn't seem to mind though, giggling at his aloofness. his eyes were wide like a deer caught in headlights, and you wanted to reach over and tug at his hair to feel it underneath your fingertips.

"oh um, just a project for my comp class." he responded, suddenly feeling shy. he felt the familiar speeding of his heartbeat again. why were you suddenly feeling conversive? was he hallucinating again?

"can i see?" you scooted over slightly and lean towards him, pretending to look at his laptop screen. truly, you just wanted to be closer to him, and to keep hearing his voice. you had no idea what he even meant by "comp," but you'd gladly let him ramble about his work if it meant you could hear his low voice again.

"oh, uh sure!" taesan moved slightly closer to you, turning his laptop in your direction so you could see his screen. you knew nothing about the program he's using, but the way taesan's eyes lit up as he began to explain the different sections of the screen made your heart swell.

contrary to you, taesan is more on the quieter side, opting to listen in conversations rather than lead them. however, when it comes to his music, taesan thinks he could ramble on about it for hours. the excitement of talking about his work calmed his nerves, and he found himself eagerly explaining all the different components of his project without stuttering or fumbling with his words.

you nodded along, in a trance at the sound of his voice filling your ears so pleasantly. it got even worse when you looked away from his screen to look at his face. his hands moved animatedly as he pointed at various sections of his composition, but you didn't catch a word, staring at the slope of his nose and the way his lips stayed in a cute little pout even when he was talking so much.

at one point, taesan asked you a question, noticing your slightly dazed look. your head shook slightly as you regained focus on his voice, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"sorry, what did you say?" you tried to keep your composure but the way taesan was looking at you was driving you insane.

"nevermind, do you wanna just listen to it?" he said with an easy smile, chuckling at your flushed appearance. you were so adorable, he didn't think he could take it. grabbing the free earbud, he offered it to you gently. you slowly grabbed it, scooching even closer to taesan so the two of you could listen to it together. placing the earbud in your ear, you tried not to think about the space, or lack thereof, between the two of you.

your thigh was pressed against taesan's and the faint smell of his cologne was dizzying. you wanted nothing more than to grab his hand that was resting on the laptop's keyboard and intertwine your fingers together.

as taesan hit play, the sound of various instrumentals and beats filled your ears. even though there were no lyrics, you felt the emotion that taesan had drawn out of him to put into this. he was more than talented, and you were in awe of how well everything came together. as the track came to an end, taesan looked at your face, curious. your lips were parted slightly as you looked at him.

"taesan, that was amazing." you breathed out, turning your face slightly toward him excitedly.

"really? it's still a little rough around the edges, but i think i wanna keep working on it after i turn it in." he explained.

"the project only requires an instrumental, but i really like how this track is going, i've been thinking of adding lyrics and making it a proper song."

"you should, it's really really good." you spoke with a low voice, facing taesan, you were once again reminded of his close proximity and your brain was starting to short circuit again. looking into his eyes, you found yourself spiraling deeper and deeper, not wanting the moment to end. helplessly, your eyes darted down at his lips quickly, so quick that taesan almost missed it.

after watching your gaze jump down to his mouth a third time, taesan decided enough was enough.

“y/n.” he said your name in chillingly low voice. the sound of it rolling off his tongue sent shivers down your spine, and you only leaned into him further. reaching out, he brought his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, waiting for your reaction. you looked up at him with a hooded gaze as you delicately leaned into his touch.

as his hand fully cupped your cheek, your eyes slipped shut, head tilting further into his palm as you waited for him to close the gap.

taesan wanted to burn the sight of you into his memory forever. your long lashes laid gently on the apples of your reddened cheeks, your pink tinted lips slightly parted and calling for him. your cheek squished slightly against his hand and the softness of your skin against his made him feel like he was dreaming.

as he shut his eyes and leaned in, hovering his lips gently over yours, a loud creaking noise abruptly cut through the air.

the elevator suddenly thrummed to life, causing your eyes to shoot open. you let out a yelp as elevator dinged and the doors suddenly opened, your body practically flying across the small room. 

the two of you looked up to see two firemen looking down at the two of you confusedly.

"everyone ok in here?" one of the men asked gruffly, and you nodded your head hurriedly before grabbing your stuff and jumping to your feet.

yep, that was about enough bravery and ambition from you today. reality was setting in quicker than the reddening of your cheeks. 

you and han taesan were about to kiss. and got interrupted by the fucking fire rescue squad. you had to get the fuck out of here.

taesan could barely blink before you rushed out of the confined space, cheeks bright red as you muttered a quick thank you to the firemen.

hitting his head against the back of the wall in frustration, taesan tossed his laptop into his bag and grabbed his package, standing up and frowning at the firemen before walking past them.

"what the fuck was his deal?" the other firemen asked once taesan was out of earshot.

...

it had been a few days since the elevator incident, and while all taesan wanted to do was scream into his pillow while blasting his radiohead playlist on repeat, he was unfortunately a university student with work to do. life goes on, to his dismay.

the only person taesan told what happened was his roommate, kim leehan, who taesan begrudgingly complained to after being asked why his face was so red and why he was grumbling so much. he couldn’t help his grumpiness, could you blame him? he almost kissed the girl of his dreams and was interrupted by a fucking firefighter. 

leehan tried (as he claims, taesan doesn’t believe it for one second) and failed to hold in his laughter at taesan’s conundrum, holding a hand over his mouth as his shoulders shook with amusement. meanwhile, taesan was crashing the absolute fuck out, head in his hands while he crouched on the floor. 

“who did i murder in my last life seriously …” he whined into his hands pathetically as leehan shook his head in disbelief, still biting back his laughter. 

“i dunno, but someone’s having a fantastic time fucking with you.” leehan’s amused reply only egged taesan’s grumpiness and despair on further, and he laid in bed for the rest of the afternoon replaying the scene in his mind.

the more times he re-remembered the catastrophic chain of events, the more anguished he became. he’s definitely sighed at least 30 times in the past hour.

you were fucking with him. there was no other explanation. ignoring him constantly and then jumping him the second the two of you were alone? 

maybe you were a sadist, and you and that one friend from the library were currently laughing and joking about the raven haired boy’s demise. 

unfortunately, the thought turns him on more than anything, and he can feel himself getting a hard on thinking about the completely hypothetical situation he’s making up in his scattered mind.

he sighed angrily and slapped his hand against his cold cheek. he was so done with this. with you.

the devil on his shoulder laughed as he vowed to get over you. granted, he had a better chance of winning the lottery then forgetting about you at his will, but he felt like he had no other choice.

as humorous as the situation was, taesan felt his heart ache and his face crumple when he remembered the way you rushed out of the space as the door opened. like he was poison. 

taesan hated the ugly green feeling that was swirling in his gut, eating away at his sanity. he hated that it had to be you making him feel this way. you’ve always been the one who makes him get like this. 

but at the same time, he can’t forget how entranced he was, like a magnetic force pulled his hand to your cheek.

the vision of you, eyes closed, cheeks red, waiting for you to place his lips on yours, is permanently seared in his mind. 

how does someone just fake that? you’re either satan’s reincarnation or taesan is seriously missing something.

taesan clutches his chest in agony, the internal tug of war making him want to throw himself out his bedroom window.

after letting himself toss and turn in despair for about 2 hours, taesan drearily got out of bed to finish his music theory paper. sliding into his desk chair, he opened up his laptop to see his comp project still open, the very one he’d played for you hours earlier. 

he sighed again. the university and its students were going to be the death of him.

...

while taesan was moping in bed, you were taking up space in yours as well, laying across it face down while giselle sat at your desk, scrolling through her phone.

she could tell something is up, considering the fact that you’re not talking her fucking ears off and just laying face down in silence like a corpse.

“so, are you gonna fess up? what happened?” giselle asked, unamused. after bursting into your apartment following the Great Elevator Escape, your frantically doom-texted giselle, leading to her showing up at your front door.

you’ve been laying on your bed trying to not scream out of excitement as you told her. hearing her clear her throat, you finally rolled over so your voice wouldn’t be muffled.

“we almost kissed, aeri.” you sighed out, slapping your hands over your face.

“we? who is we?” giselle, who was evidently not a mind reader, tilted her head in confusion, moving to sit on the bed next to you, laying her legs over yours.

“me and taesan” you mumbled, watching through a crack of space between your fingers as she immediately shot up from her slumped position against yours headboard. you could’ve sworn you got whiplash just from watching her. 

“WHAT?” her voice squealed in excitement, nearly blowing out your eardrum. you laughed, glad that someone else understood how bubbly and happy you felt. 

“I KNOW” you screamed back, grabbing her hand and squeezing it as you smiled so big you thought your face was going to break.

“wait, explain everything now, you sly bitch!” with that, you walked her through the whole scene. 

reciting it to your friend made your stomach flip, all the emotions from the moment coming back to you. absentmindedly, your brought a hand up to feel the stop on your cheek where taesan’s palm pressed into you, smiling dazedly.

“you’re so down, y/n, this is crazy!” aeri laughed at your lovesick state, giving you a playful shove. she wasn't wrong, and the acknowledgment only made your cheeks burn even more.

“shut up! can a girl not yearn for her man anymore?” you smiled giddily.

“usually i’d call you delusional but he actually wants you so bad.” you moved to sit up, turning to her excitedly.

smiling wickedly, you looked at your friend with a plan. there was no going back now, taesan wanted you without question.

“what’s that look? are we plotting?” giselle asked curiously after a beat of silence.

“you know me so well, aeri.” you pulled out your phone to text the your friends' groupchat, filling them in as you and giselle discussed further.

the feeling of his lips ghosting over yours was fresh in your mind. bringing a finger to your bottom lip, you felt warmth bloom in your chest at the memory. 

han taesan had no idea what was coming for him.

...

“hello? earth to y/n.” shinyu shook your shoulder as myungjae called to you across the table, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” jaehyun rolled his eyes at you.

“i’m throwing friday night, you coming?” you smiled in excitement, making eye contact with giselle, who had the same mischievous glint in her eye.

yeah, the two of your were thinking the exact same thing.

“what’s that look ... what am i missing?” belle looked between the two of you, very used to your antics.

“oh nothing…” aeri mused. “just getting y/n a date to formal.”

...

“i think i’m gonna stay in tonight, dude.” taesan sighed as he sunk onto the couch. it was friday afternoon and taesan was sufficiently worn out from the past week.

he had an exam this morning that he was almost late to because he got lost and then he didn’t have time to eat lunch because he had to go to a project meeting.

on top of everything, he got a glimpse of you laughing with giselle, ningning, and sohee on his way back from his meeting. now, he was just left with a sinking feeling in his stomach and a desire to suffocate himself under his covers for the rest of the night.

“you can’t miss jaehyun’s dude, he’s gonna kill you” as leehan replied, the ominious text their friend had sent him this morning flashed in his mind.

myungjae [9:43 a.m.]: make sure taesan comes tonight. 

leehan [9:46 a.m.]: what

“today has been the worst, i need to sulk.” taesan whined into the couch cushions, eliciting a punch in the shoulder from leehan.

“c’mon, that’s why you need to come out. get wasted and forget about your shitty week.” taesan frowned but didn’t respond.

maybe his roommate was right. plus, he had a sneaking suspicion leehan would drag him out of the apartment by his hair if he tried to stay in bed. groaning loudly, taesan got up.

“fine, i’m taking a nap first, though.” 

...

liquid courage was surging through you, not that you really needed it. you were still riding the high of your almost-kiss from earlier this week. the light fluffy feeling the alcohol was giving you was just a bonus.

standing in front of the mirror in jaehyun's bathroom, you gave yourself a once over as ningning fixed her eyeliner next to you. you were absentmindedly fixing the ends of your hair and adjusting the straps of your cami as she looked over at you with a smile.

"you look amazing, y/n. his jaw is going to be on the floor." she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. smiling softly, you thanked her. looking back at yourself in the mirror, you felt the anticipation coursing through your veins.

the dull echo of jaehyun's house playlist pulsed through the walls and only heightened the excitement you felt under your skin. hearing your phone buzz, you looked over at the phone screen, a certain text message catching your attention.

myungjae [10:58 p.m.]: he just walked in.

you made eye contact with ningning as you clicked your phone shut and slipped it in the back pocket of your shorts.

"it's go time." she laughed, wishing your luck as she pushed you towards the bathroom door. turning open the doorknob, you stepped out into the living room, colored lights dancing across the walls.

...

taesan was pulled towards the kitchen by his roommate, barely getting a glimpse of the rest of the party before a shot was being pushed into his hand.

"you need a drink, dude." leehan demanded, turning around and looking for myungjae in the sea of people and waving him over. their friend smiled and pushed through a couple people to get into the kitchen, giving taesan and leehan a fist bump.

"hey, you guys made it!" he smiled, accepting the shot leehan handed him.

the three of them clinked their glasses and downed the clear liquid together. taesan's face scrunched at the burning in his throat, coughing roughly.

"do you have punch or something?" jaehyun nodded and walked away to get some jungle juice.

looking around, taesan took in his surroundings. jaehyun had a nice apartment, and he'd been a few times. it looked completely different than it did during the day, furniture pushed to the walls to make room for people to dance. the apartment was completely dark except for the colored led lights, giving the room a blueish glow.

looking into the living room, taesan scanned the crowd for anyone else he knew. he caught a glimpse of sungho and riwoo, his old roommates, talking to the dj, some guy he didn't recognize.

his eyes widened when he saw giselle near the dj's booth as well, chatting with some tall guy he didn't recognize.

were you here too? even though he knew you were friends with jaehyun, he somehow failed to consider the fact you might be at this party as well.

turning back to leehan, he spoke hurriedly.

"i need another shot."

...

a couple shots and a cup of jungle juice (that was probably 80% booze) later, he finally stepped out of the kitchen.

"i'm gonna go say hi to someone really quick, i'll be back in a bit." taesan nodded and waved as leehan stepped away. he felt a little looser, shoulders finally relaxing a bit as he walked over to sungho and riwoo.

they chatted for a bit, and he sipped on another glass of spiked fruit punch as he laughed along with them. riwoo was complaining about his choreography class animatedly and sungho was gushing about some junior, kim woonhak, he'd just befriended.

"it's official, guys. i'm a single dad now." taesan rolled his eyes at his friends, a small smile painting his face.

after a beat, the boy noticed his friends glancing behind him. tilting his head in confusion, he turned around to see what they were looking at so curiously. forgetting how drunk he was and the fact that he had a drink in his hand, he swung around a bit faster and more clumsily than he wanted to.

"is there something beh-" he began, before he felt himself promptly bump into someone, their head hitting his chest. suddenly the front of his shirt was damp, his cup of punch getting caught between him and the mystery stranger and spilling on him.

"shit my bad are you oka-" taesan's concerned voice abruptly cut off as the person in front of him came into focus. lo and behold, you were standing in front of him, the front of your top now boasting a growing wet spot from taesan's drink.

there's actually no fucking way. taesan didn't think he's ever wished for the ground to swallow him whole more than that very moment.

"taesan, hey! it's you again." you smiled easily, as if you didn't notice the sticky beverage now spilled across your shirt and chest. taesan could've sworn he saw you bat your eyelashes.

"i'm so sorry about your shirt, i didn't mean to be so clumsy." taesan almost stumbled over his words as the apologies spilled from his lips. his stomach was simultaneously flipping and twisting at the sight of you looking up at him.

you looked down as if you were seeing the stain on your shirt for the first time as well, smiling and shrugging.

"don't worry about it, i'm sorry! you got wet too." you gestured slightly to his shirt as well, giggling. you had definitely had a few drinks as well, taesan wasn't sure if you were as drunk as him.

"don't worry about it either, it was my bad." you waved away his admission of guilt, your gaze suddenly darkening slightly.

"guess we're even then! would you mind if i asked for a favor though?" taesan hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, beckoning you to continue.

"help me clean up?"

as taesan's face turned into a look of shock and surprise, you giggled again, blinking up at him slowly. snapping out of his drunken daze, he nodded quickly and waved goodbye to his friends. grabbing your wrist, he wove through the crowd, his fingers wrapped tight around your arm. his hand was warm, and you had to put in an effort to peel your eyes away from his grip on you, heartbeat speeding up.

looking away from his back, you made eye contact with giselle and belle across the small apartment. you smiled as they gave you thumbs up from the other side of the room as taesan whisked you away.

jackpot.

...

it's you who shuts the bathroom door behind the two of you. taesan finally turns back around to look at you, trying to ignoring his racing heartbeat.

in the lighting of the bathroom he can finally see you. you look better than that fateful day in the elevator, even in your basic cami and denim shorts. the stain on your shirt is small, which taesan is thankful for. unfortunately, some of his drink spilled on the exposed skin of your chest, it's sticky residue making your chest all shiny.

you look so perfect, taesan thinks he might actually faint. he almost feels the air leave his lungs as you smile up at him.

when you step towards him he freezes, only letting his shoulders relax when he realizes you're reaching past him to turn on the sink's faucet. your hair brushes his arm and your shoulder bumps his, and taesan can smell your fruity perfume.

you smell like berries and some sort of flower, and taesan almost gets lost in it, in you. the sound of the faucet running helps to clear his mind a little, but he loses his cool all over again when you grab his shoulder to turn him to face you.

"sorry, is it okay if i touch you?" taesan's sure he's red as a cherry as he nods, his movements stuttering slightly. truly, he has no fucking clue what you're about to do, but god he could not care less.

you grab a small towel hanging nearby and dip it under the running water before bringing it to taesan's chest, where the offending stain has dried up into his shirt.

gently, you rub the wet fabric across his shirt. your other hand is splayed on his shoulder, taesan isn't sure if it's for stability or because you want him to pass out and die on the spot. from his view, he can see your long lashes flutter as you squint at his chest in concentration.

he's trying to focus on anything but your heavy gaze on him. the boy opts to look at the ceiling, tilting his head up and not giving his eyes any chance of stealing a glance at you.

every once in a while, your fingers brush against his chest lightly and he feels his skin burn underneath your touch. despite how drunk he is, he's suddenly so aware of everything.

he wonders if you can hear his heartbeat, if you can feel how his breaths and his lungs stutter when you rub the towel on him. your proximity alone is making his head spin more than the alcohol he drank.

the way you're doting on him is making his stomach burn with some type of desire, taesan doesn't think he's ever felt a need like this before. his racing thoughts are distracted by the sound of a huff below him.

he looks down at you as you scrub a bit more on his shirt before pulling away slowly.

"that should be good en-" you don't get to finish your sentence, interrupted by taesan's hand grabbing your wrist.

before you can even think, taesan's lips are on yours. you drop the towel in shock, and it makes a soft noise as it hits the floor.

neither of you seem to care all too much, though. your eyes flutter shut as taesan's other hand slides into your hair, tilting your head slightly.

the kiss is soft and timid as first, but after a moment taesan decides he's done playing games. he knows you want this as much as he does, he can tell by the way your hands are crumpling his damp shirt and pulling him closer to you.

taesan's lips are soft and plump as they slide menacingly slow against yours. his warm tongue presses against your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. he notices how pliant you are in his hold, lips falling open so his tongue can explore the wet walls of your mouth and throat. his hand hovers near your throat, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. you whimper as he gives it an experimental squeeze, your hands pulling him closer by his firm shoulders.

the feeling of his tongue filling your mouth makes your moan, the sound muffled and quiet. taesan doesn't miss it though, the noise only egging him on further. he bites your bottom lip before dragging his tongue over it soothingly.

it's hot and wet and messy, and spit trails down both of your chins with every smack of your lips against each other.

at some point, your arms wrapped around taesan's neck, his settling in the curve of your waist. your bodies fit perfectly together, your chest molding to his in a way that makes your head spin.

you can barely form a thought when taesan sucks on your tongue. you've never felt this way before, heat pooling in your stomach as his hands push into the small of your back.

at some point, he turns the two of you so you're pressed against the counter. his hands press your hips into the ceramic surface as his mouth dips down to press open mouthed kisses to the curve of your neck.

his teeth drag and brush against your delicate skin and his velvety tongue licks stripes across the bruises that you're sure he's leaving.

his lips are warm and wet as they suck your skin, traveling down your neck and shoulder. he bites your collarbone and you whimper again, a single hand threading into his hair hurriedly.

he finally gets you sitting on the countertop, and your legs wrap around him greedily, pulling him even closer. he licks the stickyness of his spilled drink from your chest, the sugary taste of the punch spreading on his tongue.

it's obscene, the things he wants to do to you. what's worse is that you look like you'd let him do anything to do you, melting under the attention of his hands and mouth.

the boy feels you tug at his hair, pulling him face back up so your lips can meet his in a bruising kiss. his brain almost goes into overdrive when you suck on his bottom lip, and he groans into your mouth.

hot and bothered, your hands slide across his firm shoulders, trailing down his chest and abdomen wickedly slow. your fingers tease the hem of his tshirt, twisting and tugging it as you lips move against his roughly.

the first touch of your fingers against his bare skin almost makes taesan dissolve into air. your skin is electrifying against his, leaving a burning path as it travels up his torso. you appreciate his toned form with your hands and the small noises coming from your mouth.

it feels like you've been making out for hours. taesan is honestly surprised that neither of you have run out of breath. you don't seem like anywhere near ready to let go of the boy, palms grasping for any of his skin that you can reach. slowly but steadily, your hands drift lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of taesan's jeans.

he pulls away hesistantly, watching a string of saliva stretch between the two of you. his eyes almost roll into the back of his head when he sees you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes starry and glazed over.

"let's get out of here." you say it before he can, one hand still grasping his jeans.

"my place." taesan says pointedly.

taesan helps you off the counter and helps you smooth down your hair. you intertwine your fingers with his as he twists open the doorknob. the two of you are out of the apartment before either of you can bid your friends goodbye. you'll just have to text them in the morning.

right now, the only thing on both of your minds is getting back to taesan's apartment. everything else is going to have to wait.

...

for the second time, the two of you found yourselves in the same damn elevator together. the irony wasn't lost on either of you, and taesan smirked as he pulled you into his chest the moment the doors closed.

"seems like we have some unfinished business in here huh?" he mumbled before laying his lips back on yours. they were cold from being outside, but his tongue was warm as it pushed back into your mouth. he was leaning lazily against the wall, arms wrapped around your waist as he held you against him.

you whimpered as his hands ghosted over your ass, not quite applying the pressure you were aching for. the ding of the elevator sounded far away; he pulled away slowly, gesturing behind you at the open doors. you didn't hesitate to step towards the hall, closer to your destination.

taesan kept one of your hands tight in his hold as he fumbled with his keys. he sighed in relief as he finally pushed the door open, pulling you in with him. in a moment's time your mouth was back on his, the two of you kicking off your shoes as taesan led the two of backwards to his room. your skin was hot everywhere he touched you, and you moaned in anticipation as he pushed you backwards onto his bed.

the sight of you sitting on his bed and looking up at him with doe eyes, was something straight out of taesan's dreams. your chest rose and fell erratically and your eyes were round and glassed over. his eyes fixated on your red, swollen lips, glossy from yours and taesan's saliva.

"you're so beautiful." taesan breathed out as he tilted your chin up, cupping your jaw and leaning down to catch your plump lips with his. you didn't miss a beat, hands catching the front of his shirt. taesan laid you down, not breaking your kiss for a second.

your back pressed into the soft mattress, and you groaned at the feeling of taesan's firm chest pressed against yours. his hands landed at your hips, rubbing slow circles as they slid under your shirt gingerly. his fingers were cold, making your abdomen tense as they grazed over your soft skin.

it was hot and filthy, the way he licked into your mouth with fervor. your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as his tongue slid against yours roughly. you felt like hot lava, overheating faster and faster by the second.

your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, fingers greedily tugging at the ends of his shirt. taesan got the message immediately, breaking away from you slowly. standing on his knees, he pulled his shirt over his head. propping yourself up on your elbows, you admired the sight of his in front of you. his hair was slightly ruffled by the shirt and his lips were puffy and shiny.

you couldn't help the way your gaze drifted south. taesan's arousal was undeniable, bulge heavy in his pants. you licked your lips at the sight, eliciting a groan from the boy in front of you. heat pooled low in your belly at the noise, and you felt the impatience within you grow.

you reached out and curled a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a bruising kiss. taesan held himself up with his arms, tilting his face down to dip his tongue into your mouth. you let your hand roam downwards, fingers grazing over the tent in the boy's pants menacingly.

"please, tae, need you." you mumbled against his lips, pressure from your palm increasing with each pleading syllable that rolled off your tongue. taesan hummed in response, and before you knew it he was pushing your hand away and lowering his bottom half so his hips were flush against yours, bulge pushing against your clothed heat.

you moaned loudly at the pressure, and taesan only rolled his hips more, satisfied with the way you were writhing underneath him. his hands dug into your hips, holding you down whenever you tried to buck your hips up to match his pace. the way he so easily overpowered you only furthered your arousal, and you felt it in your tensed abdomen as his dick pressed against you again.

taesan's hot mouth moved down your jaw and neck, licking a stripe near your collarbone. he bit and nipped at your skin, and you could already feel the bruises blooming on your sensitive skin.

his hands cupped your boobs over your shirt, the pressure making your arch your back into him. he was addicted to the way your body moved and responded to him. it seemed almost unconscious, the way you were attuned to every graze of his skin against yours.

pulling back slightly, you watched with a hooded gaze as taesan's eyes dragged over your body. you looked like an angel, hair fanned out on the comforter, neck already blooming purple, lips red and shiny, and the straps of your cami falling off your shoulders. taesan finally had you all to himself and he wanted to savor every moment you were pressed against him.

your breathing was erratic as his hand slid under your shirt, fingertips leaving a blazing trail on the skin of your stomach. he rubbed the hem of your cami in between his fingertips, looking you in the eyes as he did.

"can i take this off?" he asked in a low voice that almost made your legs shake. you nodded hurriedly, sitting up so he could pull it over your head.

you unbuttoned your shorts as well, placing his hands on your waistband so he'd slide them off for you. he did, without hesitation, deliberately dragging his fingertips down the skin of your thighs as he pulled the clothing off. he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the sight of you in just your bra and panties, and you could've sworn that you watched his dick twitch.

taesan wanted to know all of you, inside and out. he watched as you curled into a ball, shy under his heavy gaze. he unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off his legs before placing his hands on your knees, pushing them down so he could crawl over you.

you laid back, head against his pillow as taesan hovered over you, hands on their side of your head. he dropped his hips so his clothed dick brushed against you, reveling in the way your eyes shut as you drowned in the pleasure and anticipation. a finger was dragged down the center of your chest, tracing the line where your bra pressed your breasts against each other.

taesan tilted himself down to press hot, open-mouthed, kisses along the edge of your bra, lips teasing your skin torturously. your back arched as you grabbed his hand, placing it on the clasp of your bra.

"don't they usually unclip in the back?" taesan mumbled curiously, voice low as his eyes met yours. you smiled wickedly, and he instantly knew that you planned this.

"not all of them." you said lightly, shrugging slightly and feigning a fake innocence that made taesan's eyes darken. within moments the garment was snapped open and tugged off your body, and taesan's rough fingertips were kneading into the plush skin of your chest.

his gaze laid heavily on you, its weight pushing down and making you forget how to breathe. you decided you couldn't keep looking at him, your eyes screwing shut and head pressing back into his pillow as hot lips sucked and licked at your skin, trailing down your chest and abdomen. your head was spinning and a slight sound of disapproval cut through the noise, cold fingers tapping the side of your head.

"look at me, y/n" you huffed, opening your eyes and propping yourself on your elbows to make pointed eye contact with him. taesan's face was hovering over your stomach, fingers rubbing circles into the side of your hips. the smile on his face sent chills down your neck and a warm gush between your legs.

"there you go. keep watching me, ok?" your stubborn gaze softened in seconds and you weakly nodded, watching him lower his mouth to tongue at the soft skin of your thighs. your ears were ringing, the rush of blood drowning out the good girl he was mumbling into your skin.

your senses felt heightened, all of your nerves lighting up at the sensation of taesan's hot, rough tongue licking and teasing your inner thighs. he was in no rush it seemed, decorating the skin with purple bruises and wet saliva. he ran his hands up and down your sides, letting the tips of his fingers catch the fabric of your underwear.

he was teasing you mercilessly, the anticipation nearly eating you alive.

"taesan, please." you whined as you felt him run a finger over your clothed slit. your underwear stuck to you painfully, the fabric soaked with your arousal. he made eye contact with you as he wet his middle finger with his mouth before pulling your panties to the side.

the wet finger pushed into your gushing entrance, slowly making room for itself within you. you sucked in a shaky breath when he fully sheathed his finger within you.

"you're so wet, y/n." he groaned. before you could even think of responding, he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, pulling a loud moan from you.

his lips wrapped around your clit gingerly as he added another finger. it was like his hands and mouth were made for you, fingers crooking just right and hitting the spongy spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

your surroundings slowly disappeared as you drowned in the feeling of taesan on you, in you. you felt electric, sparks flying through your body with every swipe of his tongue and every flick of his wrist. you planted your feet against the bed and your hips weakly jerked upwards to meet the thrusts of his fingers into you.

you couldn't even understand the sounds you were making, broken moans and cries spilling out of you. taesan chuckled against you, mouth still hot against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"stop squirming." his voice only made you wetter, and another moan tore from your throat as you fisted taesan's sheets.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" taesan's thumb rubbed circles into your clit, replacing his lips, and he continued pumping his fingers into you mercilessly. you felt him all around you, drowning in his touch, his voice. the words falling off his tongue dripped with venom, and it only fanned the flames in your lower half.

"always teasing and playing with me. i didn't know what you wanted from me then, but i get it now." taesan mumbled against your hips, where he dragging his lips and teeth on your soft skin, leaving even more marks. you couldn't even answer him, jolts of pleasure making your thoughts go haywire. he smiled against your skin, enjoying the fucked out look on your face.

"you're usually so mouthy, what happened, y/n?" taesan watched you writhe underneath him, tears welling in your shut eyes. the sight of you falling apart had him painfully hard, dick straining in his boxers helplessly.

"f-fuck, tae." you cried out as he hit that spot inside you again, heat pooling in your stomach and threatening to spill out of you. "gonna cu- fuck!"

"go ahead, i got you." taesan didn't let up, fingers pounding into you. the room was filled with your whimpers and the wet noises of your arousal. with one more snap of his wrist, the coil in your stomach snapped, and your entire body shook as you came. you could feel your walls fluttering uncontrollably around taesan's fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm.

your back slumped as you came down from your high, barely registering the feeling of taesan's fingers lazily stroking in and out of you until the twinges of overstimulation started to settle in. you pushed his hands away from you with a whine, opening your eyes slowly. as your surroundings came back to you, you were greeted with the sight of taesan leaning over you, licking your juices off his fingers.

your voice was soft and delicate as you cursed at the sight, legs wrapping around his waist so you could pull him into a bruising kiss. his wet hand gripped your sides hard enough to leave bruises as you sucked on his tongue gingerly.

his hardened length grinded against you as he licked into your mouth, and the fabric of his boxers rubbing against your clit made you hiss in pleasure. you let your splayed hand on his chest drag downwards, fingers teasing the waistband of his underwear. taesan sighed into your mouth as it slipped underneath, your hand wrapping around his dick.

it was heavy in your hand, and you could feel the way the tip bulged in comparison to the rest of his length. you squeezed him experimentally, smiling in satisfaction at the pretty noises he was making and the way he was biting your lip helplessly.

your grip was hot and tight around him and you smeared the precum leaking from the tip along his length, making your fist glide smoother along the veiny skin.

"you feel so ... mmmh fuck so good" taesan's face was pressed into your neck, soft pants filling your ears deliciously. you jerked him slow, forcing him to savor the drag of your soft fingers on his dick. your hands were so much softer than his, and they felt like heaven wrapped around him. his hips rutted against your hand as he fucked your fist, and the room filled with sounds of skin sliding against each other and soft moans.

taesan could feel the knot in his stomach ready to burst and, with the most willpower he's even had, he grabbed your wrist and tugged your hand out of his boxers.

"i don't wanna cum from your hand." he said breathlessly, slipping his boxers off. you giggled as he reached over you to pull open the top drawer of his nightstand, fishing out a condom. you kicked off your ruined underwear, tossing them somewhere on taesan's bedroom floor.

"it'd be a nice ego boost for me." you teased, running a finger up his length as he ripped open the foil package. he rolled his eyes, smacking your wrist away as he slid the rubber on himself.

"i think that's the last thing you need, actually." his voice was low and breathy as he spoke, hands running up your torso and gripping your face. he pushed his lips against yours, tongue dipping between your lips. you pulled him closer by his shoulders, skin burning in anticipation as you felt his length rest against your stomach.

you were aching to feel him inside you, walls pulsing around nothing. you wanted him so bad it hurt, nails digging into his soft skin.

"please, just put it in." you barely got the words out in between kisses. you could feel taesan smile against you. he debated ignoring your pleas, swallowing your whimpers in between his lips and making you beg a bit longer. but taesan was feeling a bit impatient, not to mention painfully hard, today as well; he'd save the begging for another night.

he broke your kiss, letting his lips hover over yours. your breaths mingled together as his heavy gaze met yours. looking down between you, he wrapped a hand around his length, sliding the tip between your folds. the sounds were obscene, your wetness coating his tip generously.

you whined again, trying to tilt your hips upward to slip part of him inside you. your efforts were fruitless, taesan's wrist moved from his length to hold your hips down as he tutted in disapproval. when you finally stopped squirming, he moved his hips forward, pushing the tip into you slowly.

"ngh -- fuck." you moaned as he sank into you slowly. even after taking his fingers, you still felt a stretch as your body made room for him inside you. the burn was delicious, and your hands reached for him, any part of him. one of taesan's hands moved from your hip to hold your empty hand, fingers intertwining as he finally bottomed out.

"are you okay?" it was only after he asked the question that you realized you were panting, breaths short and fast.

"mmm uhm -- yea i'm just, shit, so full." taesan's eyes darkened as he took in your words, pride swelling at the way his dick took the words out of your brain. he pressed his lips to yours, coaxing your body to adjust to the newfound fullness.

you felt like you were falling, and his touch was the only thing keeping you from disintegrating into thin air. you unconsciously clenched around him, and he gasped into your mouth.

"you're so -- shit so tight." he mumbled into your neck before licking a stripe up to your jaw. "can i move?"

you nodded, grinding your hips upwards slightly. taesan's first thrusts were slow, letting the two of your savor the drag of his veiny skin against your warm walls. with each thrust, the slight discomfort of his intrusion faded, and warm pleasure pooled in your abdomen, making you whine and grasp his shoulder.

"ngh faster, please." your words were broken, and taesan reveled in the effect he had on you. he angled his hips upward and began moving in and out of you faster, tip brushing your g-spot with every thrust.

the room filled with wet squelching noises as he fucked into you, his skin slapping against yours obscenely. the sight of his face above you was everything, bangs sweaty as they clung to his forehead and eyes scrunched in concentration as he tried to keep a steady rhythm. the bed creaked loudly, and you were sure any of his neighbors could definitely hear.

nothing mattered to you though, nothing but the sweet sensation of him filling you up, dick sliding inside you and making your eyes roll back.

a rough hand landed on your clit, fingers rubbing tight circles against the soft bud with vigor. the sensation was almost too much, and you nearly screamed when he somehow angled his hips even higher. every stroke inside sent jolts of pleasure down your limbs; your skin felt electric.

"so-o good, tae." your words were punched out, brain foggy as taesan fucked all coherent thoughts out of you. he groaned and bit down on your shoulder as you lifted your hips to meet his movements.

"you're too good to me, baby." he cooed at you, voice all too pleasant compared to the way he was pounding into you. "so warm inside. all for me."

his sweet words only made you hurtle even faster towards your climax. you couldn't tell where your body ended and his began. you looked between your bodies to see where the two of you connected, letting out a broken whine at the sight of his length sliding in and out of you.

his hand left your clit and slid low on your abdomen, pressing in slightly. the pressure sent waves of warm pleasure through you.

"i can see myself. right here." you looked down to see where his hand was. it rested on a small bulge in your stomach, one that moved with his thrusts into you. taesan ran his thumb over it and you let out a weak sob at the sight, burying your face into his neck.

"fuck ..." you sighed as his dick carved into you. taesan grabbed your hair, pulling your face out of the crook in his shoulder.

"fuck, y/n, say you're mine." he groaned, eyes piercing into you. his hand hovered over your clit again, fingers ghosting over the sensitive nub as he spoke again. "say it."

"i'm shit-- i'm yours, taesan. only yours." you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you held onto him. he fucked deep into you, long fingers rubbing into your clit vigorously.

you didn't even tell him when your orgasm hit you, capturing his lips with yours instead. it washed over you like a tidal wave, soaking your whole body in hot bliss. taesan groaned as your walls squeezed him, mumbling an i'm cumming against your lips softly.

even through the condom, you could feel his release, the feeling of the hot liquid making you moan loudly. taesan fucked you through both of your highs, stroking in and out of you as you came back down to earth.

he pressed his forehead to yours when he broke your kiss, warm breath fanning on your cheeks. his movements slowed to a stop as his body slumped on top of you, dick softening inside of you as he pressed his face into your neck.

"you're gonna crush me, tae." you wheezed out, chest squeezing underneath him. your hands balled into fists as they flailed against his back, and you were laughing. taesan chuckled, pushing himself up by his arms to pull himself out of you. he rolled off the bed, tossing the condom. he disappeared into his closet, walking out in a pair of fresh boxers. you smiled shyly as he handed you a big tshirt and a pair of his boxers for you to sleep in, slipping them on before sliding back onto the bed.

you turned onto your side to face him when he crawled back to join you and pulled a blanket over the two of you, your hand coming up to run though his hair. his eyes closed as he leaned into your touch, rubbing against your hand like a cat.

"what are you thinking about?" his voice was low and smooth as he opened his eyes to look at you, making your cheeks burn.

"you." you whispered. a hand wrapped around your arm and he pulled you into his chest, his other hand cupping the back of your head. you tilted your head up so you could kiss him, slow and soft. your legs tangled with his as you tilted your face to brush your tongue against his lightly.

"hmm ... good answer." he smiled against your mouth, planting another kiss on your cheek. you closed your eyes as he squeezed you against him, peppering kisses across your face. you hid your face in the crook of his neck and let his warm body encase you, falling asleep to the feeling on his face nuzzling into your hair.

...

two weeks had passed since the fateful party, and taesan was now your boyfriend. both of you were sitting with your friend group at lunch, laughing over some dumb argument between myungjae and sohee.

"y/n, you agree with me, right?" jaehyun looked at you pleadingly at you as you shook your head, laughing. you were eating some fries with taesan's arm draped around your shoulder, periodically feeding him some.

"you're crazy, jae." his offended look only egged your laughter on further, your shoulders shaking slightly.

"and to think i helped you plot on my friend. i never would've expected you of all people to betray me." he gasped dramatically, falling into his seat with a pout. your jaw dropped as he sat down, cheeks reddening as you reached over to smack him on the back of the head. you heard a chuckle from your boyfriend, making your cheeks blush furiously.

"wow, i can't believe i was all stressed worrying that you hated me while you were preying on me." taesan laughed as he pulled you away before you properly jumped on jaehyun.

"it wasn't like tha-" he cut you off with a swift kiss, lips swallowing your rebuttal.

a chorus of gross! and ew's and not again's could be heard across the table, and suddenly everyone was chastising myungjae for provoking the two of you.

"now i have to bleach my eyes, jesus." giselle mumbled.

[keraawrites]

Don't play wit' me

Summary: Dealer Eren AU, Eren doesn't play when it comes to you, and you loved how you had him wrapped around your finger. So when you don't get your way one day, no one can blame you for being a tad bit bratty. ۶ৎ Eren x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Drug use, use of the word nigga, tongue piercing, tattoo's, alcohol use, bratty reader, rough sex, oral (m&f), chocking, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys x), pole dancing, degrading, use of word daddy, ma, mama, public sex (?)

Word count — 5.7k

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged on your brown-stained lips as you watched your man put a gun to some bum ass nigga's head for calling you out of your name.

Everyone who knew Eren knew you. He was the biggest dealer around, not only for his top product but for the fact that he had such great referrals. Eren didn't like strangers until they were vetted by him, Levi, and Connie, so it was strange that Jean had recommended someone to him, but it was even stranger that he let it slide without any background check.

Maybe it was because he was in a good mood after you took his dick in your mouth ten minutes earlier.

You often went along with Eren to his drops and to the trap, so it wasn't strange to see you prancing around. As you were friendly with his boss and the rest of his friends, Eren had no problem bringing you.

But there was a little hiccup. Jean.

Eren never really considered him a friend—God knows why—but he did sell to him, so when Jean brought a guest with him to the trap, all hell broke loose when said nigga called you the trap whore and asked when he could have a turn with you.

The room went silent. Eren’s head snapped toward the guy so fast, before anyone could even process what happened, he had the barrel of his Glock pressed right between the dude’s brows, his jaw tight, emerald eyes glinting with a rage that was barely contained.

"Say that shit again," Eren’s voice was eerily calm, too calm.

Jean took a step back, hands raised. "Eren, chill, bro—"

"Nah, fuck that." Eren cocked the gun, pressing it harder into the guy’s forehead. "You think you can just walk up in here, talk on my girl, and walk out breathing?"

The guy stammered, sweat beading along his hairline. "I-I ain't mean it like that, man—"

"Oh, you ain’t mean it like that?" Eren mocked, tilting his head. "So what the fuck did you mean?"

The whole room held its breath. Even Levi, usually unbothered by anything, shifted slightly in his seat, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. Connie, sitting a few feet away, shook his head with a low chuckle.

He continued to stammer, his tough-guy act completely squashed under Eren’s glare. You sighed, arms crossed, tapping your nails against your thigh as you watched the scene unfold. This wasn’t new. Eren never let disrespect slide, especially when it came to you.

Levi finally spoke up, voice dry. "Eren, we got business to handle. Ain't no point wasting a bullet on some dumbass who won't live long in this game anyway."

Eren didn’t move immediately, his trigger finger twitching slightly. You could tell he was debating it. You wouldn’t stop him if he pulled it—you knew how he was.

Still, you sighed dramatically, shifting in your seat. “Renny,” your voice was soft, lilting, deliberately sweet.

Eren’s shoulders dropped slightly at the sound of your voice. He let out a short breath through his nose before taking a slow step back, lowering the piece.

"Get the fuck out," Eren muttered, voice still deadly.

The guy didn’t need to be told twice. He stumbled back, practically tripping over himself as he bolted out the door. Jean lingered for a second, giving you and Eren an unreadable look before following after him.

Eren turned to you, jaw still tight, but his eyes softened just a little. "You good?"

You smirked, reaching up to brush a thumb across his jaw. "Of course. My man handled it."

He let out a small, satisfied hum, pulling you in close, fingers curling around your waist. "Damn right I did."

You leaned in, voice a low whisper. "Still owe me for leaving me hanging earlier."

Eren chuckled, pressing a slow kiss against your lips before murmuring against them, "I’ll make it up to you, baby. In every way you want."

That's how it was. Eren didn't play when it came to you. You want a fresh set? He'd give you more than enough money. You want a new coach bag? He gives you his black card and tells you to go nuts. You want some dick? He'll stop what he's doing and has you crying on his cock before you can think.

So yeah, three years with the man has made you endlessly spoiled—you always got your way.

Your brows were furrowed as you looked down at the text that lit your screen. You were confused, very confused.

'Have to rain check on our date ma, gotta deal with some shit'

You blinked, your fingers hovering over the keyboard—you were a little confused, not knowing how to respond to something you weren't used to.

You pressed the ringer next to his name before you could think. You could hear it ring for a while, anger starting to bubble in your chest, thinking he wasn't going to answer your call.

"Ma, I cant talk—“

You cut him off before he could finish. "What do you mean you have to reschedule?"

You could hear music and shouting in the background but you didn't care, "I got shit to deal with, I'll take you out tomorrow--“

"Eren, no," you snapped, your body shifting in your shared oversized bathtub, your nails tapping against the sides, "I don’t wanna go out tomorrow. I gotta help Mikasa with some shit so I want to go out today, like you promised."

He sighed on the other end. "Ma, don’t start—"

"Don’t start what? Getting upset that my man is ditching me? After I just had a bath with all those essential oils that you like? Had my hair done, nails fresh, bought a tight ass dress that you said would make my ass like fat? And for what? A damn rain check?"

You heard him exhale sharply. "You know I don’t wanna do this, baby, but shit came up. Business. You know how it is."

"Nah, what I know is that I always come first." Your tone was laced with attitude, lips pouting even though he couldn’t see it.

He was quiet for a second, and you could picture him rubbing his temple, jaw clenched. You didn’t care. Eren never told you no. He always made time. So the fact that he was choosing not to right now? Unacceptable.

"Ma—"

"Nope," you interrupted, shifting again as the bubbles rose, your fingers pulling a fresh blunt off your bath table, voice turning syrupy sweet but still full of attitude. "I get it. You got 'shit to deal with.’ So I’ma go find something else to do too. 

"Oi--"

"Byeeee." You hung up the phone, kissing your teeth, you watched as he tried to call you again, knowing he hated it when you cut him off.

You continued to ignore him as you sent Historia and Sasah a text asking if they were still going to the club. The two quickly hit you back with a yes and said they'd swing by to get you in 40 minutes.

You were glad your makeup and hair were already done, you set your bath knowing you liked the dewy look it gave your freshly beat face.

You sighed as you took a drag from the freshly lit blunt that sat between your fingers, letting the smooth smoke curl around your lips before exhaling.

The sound of your phone buzzing again caught your attention, your eyes darting down to the last text you knew Eren would send you for the night.

'Don't play with me'

You felt the hum of the weed running through you as a small smirk pulled on your lips. You opened the message, letting him know you had read it before locking your phone.

By the time you stepped out of the bath, the weed had settled into your bloodstream, leaving you warm and buzzing. The bathroom mirror was fogged up, but you could still see the outline of your figure as you slipped into a dangerously low-cut silver dress that showed off your spine tattoo, the fabric hugging your curves like it was made for you.

Biting your lip, you took a quick selfie, your fingers placed gently on your neck, purposely showing off your ring finger that had his name tatted across. Hearing the honk of a car, you licked your lips as you quickly made a post to Instagram, tagging your man before you grabbed your clutch and waltzed out the front door.

C'mre daddy.

The club was already packed when you walked in with Historia and Sasha, neon lights bouncing off your skin, the bass of the music thrumming deep in your chest as you made your way through the crowd.

You were playing with fire; you saw the look of recognition in the bouncer's eyes as he noticed you. You could see the hesitation in him, but with a raised brow, he let you through. You knew Eren would know where you were the minute you stepped into his club.

Yes, his club.

Annie and Ymir were already in the VIP section, waiting, drinks in hand. Annie, ever the minimalist, had on a fitted two-piece, gold jewelry catching the light as she raised her glass in greeting. Ymir, sprawled lazily on one of the couches, smirked at her blonde girlfriend, squeals leaving her lips as she practically pounced on the short-haired brunette.

“About time,” Ymir teased. “Figured Eren had you locked up somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, plopping down beside her. “Boy’s acting up tonight. Fucking cancelled on me so here I am--"

"You mean he told you no, so now you're in his club, knowing he probably already knows you're here?"

You smirked, your tongue running along your teeth, the cool metal of your piercing clinking with your pearly whites. Your fingers ran against the rim of the shot glass before downing the tequila.

"Exactly, so let me go shake my ass."

Eren continued to faze out the stupid argument between Connie and Armin as he lazily rolled a blunt between his fingers. He wasn’t paying them much attention; his focus was on his phone, eyes scanning through messages from his men.

At first, he thought he had read it wrong.

Then another text came through.

And another.

"Yo, your girl just walked into the club."

Eren’s brows furrowed.

Nah. No way.

There was no way that you were acting out all because he had to reschedule. Actually, scratch that, that is exactly what you were doing, and he knew he should have seen it coming.

His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing around his phone as more messages popped up.

"She came with Historia and Sasha." "VIP spotted her with Annie and Ymir."

Eren’s grip on his blunt tightened. He was already annoyed as it was—you had hung up on him earlier, ignored his text and calls, and now? You were out, in his fucking club, acting like he wasn’t going to find out?

Armin must’ve noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor because he leaned in. "Something wrong?"

Eren didn’t respond right away, instead unlocking his phone and scrolling through Instagram. He had a feeling—one that was confirmed the moment he saw your post.

"C’mere, daddy."

That picture. That fucking picture.

Your smooth, dark skin glowing under the dim light of your shared bedroom, the silver dress clinging to your curves like it was made for you, the way you placed your fingers just right to show off the tattoo of his name across your ring finger.

Eren’s nostrils flared. His tongue ran across his teeth, that little muscle in his jaw ticking.

Oh, you were real bold tonight, huh?

Armin, still waiting for an answer, gave Eren a skeptical look. "Eren? What is it?"

Eren exhaled sharply, his voice rough. "She’s at the club."

Armin rubbed his temple. "Shit. Annie told me the girls were going out, but she never mentioned—" He trailed off, eyes darting to Eren’s phone. His brows lifted as he took in the post. "Oh."

Eren didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. He picked up his keys, and the two followed right behind him.

Connie was grinning like a cat got milk in the back, windows rolled down as he continued to smoke. The speakers blaring with some rap song Armin put on but Eren couldn't care about those two, he was thinking how he was gonna spank your ass raw for acting like a spoiled brat.

He pulled up to the club not that long after; it was no surprise, given how fast he was speeding. Connie dapped the bouncer, but Eren was already pushing through bodies as he entered the club. The atmosphere was thick—sweaty bodies grinding to the heavy bass, flashing neon lights casting everything in deep shades of red and purple.

His eyes scanned the VIP section, his gaze falling on Ymir and Annie. He was getting ready to barge over to them, but he felt it. He felt you.

The green hue of his eyes scanned the crowd until it landed on the cheering crowd, whistling, roaring men, their greedy hands throwing cash towards the stage.

His body went rigid.

He was going to kill you.

Eren’s breath stilled in his chest as his gaze locked onto you, his entire world narrowing down to the sight before him.

You moved with a kind of confidence that made his stomach twist, muscles flexing as you spun around the pole, the silver dress clinging to your curves like a second skin. The fabric barely covered your ass as you dipped low, teasing, taunting, daring.

Eren’s jaw ticked, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

The brunettes jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He could hear Connie mutter a "Goddamn" under his breath, and even Armin, usually the most composed of the three, shifted uncomfortably.

Eren moved slowly, ignoring the two who probably ran off to find their perspective women as he continued to watch you. He wasn't a bitch, but if you could describe what he was feeling it was fucking love, love and hate.

His stomach was a wreck as you worked that pole like you owned it. Eren never forgot how much he loved you even when you pissed him off like today and watching your perfect self make other men hard was how he loved you the most.

He watched as your dark skin gleamed under the dim lights, muscles flexing and moving with every precise motion. You twisted, arching your back just right as your hands traced down your body. Your hips rolled, slow and seductive, before you spun again, gripping the pole with ease, confidence dripping from every movement.

Your eyes—half-lidded, sultry—flicked up, scanning the crowd.

His lips pulled, your gazes locked. His arms crossed as he continued to watch you, noticing the slight hesitation in your movement but you didn't stop.

Eren inhaled sharply through his nose, his patience hanging by a fucking thread.

The music was pounding, the crowd cheering, money leaving the hands that reached toward you, but Eren didn’t hear or see any of it.

All he saw was you.

The way you dropped down, ass nearly touching the floor before rising back up, body winding like you were made of liquid.

The way your fingers ran down the length of the pole before wrapping around it again, your tongue swiping along your lips, that teasing little expression still in place.

You watched as he started pushing through the crowd, having had enough of your game, so you thought, why not double down.

Your leg curled around the pole, the cheers loud, your ass facing the crowd as you began to give the crowd a little twerk. The roar of the men around you—the way their hands stretched toward you like they had a fucking chance—

The hem of your dress flapping against your ass was what set him over the edge— well it could have been a number of things but before you knew it you had been dragged off the stage.

The boos of the crowd was drowned out as Eren's tatted hand held a firm grip, almost brusing grip on your wrist as he pulled you towards his back office.

You stumbled slightly as he dragged you through the club, your heels clicking against the floor, but he didn’t let up, didn’t speak, didn’t fucking look at you.

You bit your lip, hiding the smug little grin threatening to form. Oh, he was mad.

But you weren’t stupid. You could feel the heat rolling off him, the tension in his muscles, the way his fingers flexed against your skin.

The moment he kicked open the door to his office and yanked you inside, Eren slammed the door shut, pushing you up against it before you could get a word out. His hands braced on either side of your head, his chest rising and falling in deep, heavy breaths.

You tilted your chin up, refusing to break eye contact, that bratty little smirk still playing on your lips. "Something wrong, daddy?"

His nostrils flared. "Don’t fucking start with me."

"Start what?" You batted your lashes innocently, running your hands up his chest, feeling how his muscles tense under your touch.

A soft moan left your lips, his tattooed ring-clad hand had wrapped around your throat, you continued to stare up at him, watching the muscles in his jaw tighten, your pussy clenched around nothing as you noticed how dark his eyes got—how angry he was.

Fuck.

"You wanna act up just cause I told you no? I spoil you too god damn much." His voice was low, dark, dripping with restrained hunger.

A whine left your lips, his thumb rubbing against your lips"You always give me what I want, Renny." Your eyes never left his as your lips wrapped softly around the tip of his thumb.

You could barley make out the 'fuck' that he muttered under his breath, eyes hooded, watching the way your soft lips moved. Eren’s jaw clenched so tight you thought it might shatter. His thumb pressed down against your tongue, the cool feel of your piercing rubbed against the ridges on his thumb. He watched the way your soft lips wrapped around it, the way your warm mouth sucked just enough to send all the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick.

His grip on your throat tightened, forcing your head back against the door as he leaned in, his breath hot against your lips.

"I do always give you what you want, don’t I? Treat you like a fucking queen." His voice was low and rough. "That why you think you can get away with this shit?"

Your lashes fluttered, your hands smoothing up his chest, nails grazing over the tattoos on his arm. Your birthday in Roman numerals.

"You don’t tell me no," you whispered, your lips brushing against his thumb as you spoke. "So I don’t know why you thought you could start today."

Eren exhaled sharply, his hand leaving your throat only to grab your chin, tilting your head further back. His eyes burned into yours, that sharp emerald gaze swimming with a hunger that had your thighs pressing together.

"You know what your problem is, ma?" His fingers slid down, his knuckles grazing your pulse. "You think you run this shit. Think you can act up, go out, put on a little fucking show—"

His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.

"—and I won’t remind you exactly who you belong to."

Your breath hitched, pussy throbbing at the way he was looking at you, at the way he was speaking to you.

"You should," you whispered, lips barely brushing against his. "Remind me, I mean."

Eren growled.

His hands were on you in an instant, gripping your waist, spinning you around so your front pressed against the cold surface of his desk. His fingers curled around the back of your neck, pressing you down slightly, just enough to make you shiver.

"You wanna be a fucking brat?" he muttered, his other hand dragging your dress up your thighs, exposing more and more of your soft, glistening skin. "Act up just to get my attention?"

You smirked against the desk, arching your back slightly. "Worked, didn’t it?"

Eren smacked your ass, hard.

A gasp ripped from your throat, your fingers curling against the desk as your skin burned from the contact.

"Yeah," he murmured, smoothing a palm over the spot he just hit before landing another sharp slap, making you whimper. "Worked real fucking good."

His lips brushed against your ear, his breath warm, sending chills down your spine.

"You just love making me mad, huh, baby?" His fingers dipped between your thighs, sliding against the damp lace of your panties, pressing right against the spot that had you trembling.

You couldn’t fucking speak, not when his fingers were right there, not when he was teasing you like this, his voice deep and smug, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

"You’re soaked," he hummed, slipping a single finger under the fabric, gliding it through your wetness. "You got yourself this fucking wet dancing for other men?"

You turned your head slightly, your cheek pressed against the desk as you stared up at him, lips parting slightly.

"Nah," you whispered, breathless, needy, bratty. "I got wet thinking about you dragging me back here and fucking me like you should’ve after our date."

Eren’s grip on your neck tightened.

His fingers pressed deeper against your soaked panties, teasing the sensitive bud just enough to make you whimper. "You fucking piss me off," he murmured, voice dark, low.

You turned your head, lips curling into a smirk "You piss me off too Ren," you purred, shifting your hips just enough to grind against his fingers. "But I guess that's why you love me."

Eren inhaled sharply through his nose.

Your panties were ripped off before you could even process it, the lace tearing in his grip before being tossed somewhere across the room. His palm smacked against your bare ass, a sharp sting blossoming where he hit, your thighs twitching at the sensation.

"I spoil you too much."

You hummed, a teasing little sound, looking back at him with half-lidded eyes. "You do."

Eren’s jaw ticked. "Yeah? And this is how you thank me?"

You gave him a little shrug, hips shifting, rubbing your slick folds against the hard outline of his dick through his jeans. "Only want your attention Renny."

Eren grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat, his lips hovering over your ear.

"You had it the second you walked on that stage," he murmured, voice like gravel.

Eren wasted no more time. His belt clinked, the sound making your thighs clench together in anticipation, your breath stalling as you felt the heat of him pressing against you. His free hand gripped your hip, keeping you in place as he slid his cock between your slick folds.

Your lips parted, a soft whimper slipping out as he coated himself in your wetness, dragging his length up and down your folds, teasing your clit just enough to make you squirm.

"Eren," you whined, pushing your hips back, desperate for more, for him.

He exhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your skin. "Fucking slut, just wanted to be drunk on my cock huh?"

You nodded, moaning softly as he pressed the thick head of his cock right against your entrance, so close, but still not enough.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening, his lips brushing against your ear.

You whimpered, your body trembling with need. "I want to be drunk on you."

He groaned, the sound went staright to your cunt, with one rough thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you open, filling you up all at once. A choked gasp tore from your throat, fingers scrambling against the surface of the desk, nails digging into the wood.

"Fuck—Eren!" Your voice broke on the last syllable, your walls clenching around him, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness.

His fingers tightened in your hair, keeping your head tilted back, his other hand spreading over your stomach, holding you still.

"You feel that, ma?" he murmured against your ear, voice dark, laced with raw need. "This dick ain’t for nobody else.And you got the nerve to be up there, showing off?"

A moan spilled from your lips as he dragged out of you slowly, the thick length of him pressing against your walls in all the right ways, before he slammed back in, hard enough to make the desk beneath you shake.

"Answer me," he demanded, his palm cracking against your ass, leaving behind a sting that only made the heat between your legs burn hotter.

You whined, gripping the edge of the desk, your body trembling as he set a brutal pace, thrusting into you with deep, punishing strokes that left you breathless.

"I—" You tried to speak, but another thrust had you moaning instead.

Eren clicked his tongue, his grip on your hip tightening, his thumb pressing into the dip of your spine. "Nah, use your words, baby. You had all that attitude before—where is it now?"

Your nails dragged against the desk, your thighs shaking, toes curling in your heels. "Y-you’re right," you finally managed, voice shaky, wrecked. "I was acting up."

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, but there was no humor in it—just heat. "Damn right you were."

His fingers slid lower, dipping between your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing slow, deliberate circles, a sharp contrast to the way he was fucking you into the desk.

Your entire body jerked, a whimper tumbling from your lips as your walls clenched around him.

Eren groaned, his hips stuttering for just a second before he picked up the pace, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur.

"You know I’d give you whatever you want," he murmured, his lips grazing your jaw, his breath hot against your skin.

You barely processed his words—too lost in the feeling of him, the way he stretched you, filled you, owned every inch of you like he had something to prove.

"Tell me you’re mine," he growled, his hand tightening around your throat, his cock throbbing inside you.

Your lips parted, a desperate little whimper escaping as your body arched against him, surrendering completely. "I’m yours, daddy—fuck, I’m yours."

Eren groaned, his hips slamming into you harder, rougher, deeper.

"Yeah," he muttered, voice strained, wrecked. "You fucking are."

His grip on your throat tightened, his fingers pressing into the sides just enough to make your head swim, your breath hitch. He was so fucking deep, splitting you open on his cock, your walls fluttering around him as he pounded into you, using your body just how he wanted.

"Look at you," he gritted, his voice dark, condescending, dripping with heat. His hand tugged your head back, forcing your spine into a deep arch, your chest pressing against the cool wood of his desk. "Acting all high and mighty earlier, bratty as fuck— now you can’t even talk. Can’t even think, huh?"

You whimpered, your fingers curling into fists, your thighs trembling as he fucked you hard, each stroke knocking the air from your lungs, pushing you closer to that sweet, devastating edge.

Eren chuckled, low and taunting. "Nah, don’t get quiet now, ma. You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Thought you could act like a fucking slut in front of all those men and not deal with me?"

A sharp slap to your ass had you gasping, your pussy clenching around him in response.

Eren groaned, his hips faltering for just a second before he snapped back into rhythm, his grip on your throat loosened just enough for his fingers to slide up, gripping your jaw, forcing your head up.

"Look at yourself," he ordered, tilting your chin towards the dark glass of the office window, the faint reflection of your fucked-out expression staring back at you.

Your lips were swollen, glossy, parted. Your mascara was smudged, your hair a mess. Your eyes—half-lidded, hazy, desperate.

Eren grinned. "Such a fucking mess." His hand slipped between your legs again, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, brutal circles. "You like being fucked like this, huh? Like being put in your place?"

You sobbed out a moan, your entire body trembling.

Eren's grip tightened on your jaw, his fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as he spat onto your tongue.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

And you did. Without hesitation.

Eren groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock twitching inside you. "That’s my fucking girl."

Your walls clamped down around him, your orgasm hitting you hard, sudden, unforgiving. Your body shook, your moans breaking as your climax crashed over you, pleasure swallowing you whole.

Your breathing became staggered, your vision trying to focus as you came down from your high but Eren had other ideas. Your back, ass now hanging off the edge of the desk, Eren spread your legs wide, his head immediately dipping between your thighs.

A broken moan tore from your throat as his tongue found your clit, pressing against you as he licked slow, teasing circles.

Your body arched, legs trembling, hands scrambling for purchase.

"Eren—fuck, oh my God," you gasped, your hips rolling against his mouth, but he only pinned you down harder.

"Be good," he murmured against you, his fingers digging into your thighs, keeping you still. "Take it."

And you did. You took it all— the messy, open-mouthed kisses he pressed against your folds, the way his tongue dipped inside you, teasing, curling, before returning to your clit, flicking against it just right.

It was too much. Your body shook, your mind blanked, your breath caught.

"Fuck, Eren, I—"

You came hard, your thighs squeezing around his head as he groaned against you, licking you through it.

But he didn’t give you time to recover. The second your high began to fade, he was already pressing you into the desk, pushing your legs up until they were practically touching your chest. Putting you in a delicious matting press,

A choked moan left your lips as he slid back inside you, stretching you all over again.

His hips snapped against yours roughly, the sound of skin slapping, your wetness, his growls and your cries filling the room.

"Look at you," he taunted, his lips curling. "Fucking ruined. Just. For. Me."

You could barely breathe, let alone talk back. Your fingers dug into his arms, your body jolting with each punishing thrust.

"You gonna stop acting out?" His hand wrapped around your throat again,

"Yes," you sobbed, the lewd sounds of your pussy and moans filled the room, you knew you had made a mess of the desk, knowing if you managed to get a peak you would see your cream all over his cock.

Eren’s tattooed fingers slipped between your bodies, his thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles over your clit, making you jolt, making you wail.

"E--rennnn." A desperate, breathless cry tore from your lips, your nails raking down his sweat-slick back as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly.

"Yeah, that’s it. Take it."

He angled his hips just right, hitting that spot that had you trembling, shaking, gasping his name like a prayer.

"You gonna come again, sweetheart? Gonna make a mess all over my dick?"

You nodded frantically, helpless, wrecked.

"Please—Eren, fuck—please, I—"

"Do it," he ordered, his thumb pressing down harder, rubbing faster. "Come for me, baby"

You shattered, pleasure crashing over you like a fucking tidal wave, your body clenching, spasming, locking up as the orgasm ripped through you.

Eren cursed, his head dropping against your throat, his own breathing ragged, uneven.

"Fuck—good girl," he murmured against your sweat-damp skin, kissing, biting, licking.

You were soaked, trembling, overstimulated, but Eren kept going. His pace never slowed, never faltered. His cock was still thick, still heavy, still throbbing.

And he wanted more.

His fingers dug into your hips, lifting you, pulling you impossibly closer, forcing your bodies flush together as he fucked you through it, dragging out every last aftershock, every last whimper.

"One more," he murmured, almost soothing, almost sweet. "Just one more, baby."

You whimpered, nails dragging down his back as his pace grew. Your legs trembled from how deep he was, how good he was hitting that spot over and over again, like he was trying to imprint himself inside you.

"Fuck, Eren—I can’t—"

"Yes, the fuck you can," he snarled, his grip tightening on your thighs, forcing them higher, pressing you deeper into the desk.

The change in angle had you screaming, arching, gasping his name.

"That’s it," he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple. "Take it. Take every inch of this dick like the good fucking girl I know you are."

Your body seized up, pleasure snapping through you like a live wire. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath caught in your throat as your orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming.

Eren felt it instantly. The way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, your body gripping him like a vice, refusing to let go.

His pace turned sloppy, erratic, desperate, his breathing ragged as he fucked you through your high, chasing his own.

Your name tumbled past his lips, over and over, reverent and raw, his forehead pressing against yours as he lost himself, buried deep.

"Fuck—" Eren gritted his teeth, his hands gripping your hips tight, bruising, before he slammed into you one last time, burying himself deep, his cock pulsing, twitching, spilling inside you.

The silence between you two was calming, your bodies still pressed together, you moaned softly as you felt him shift in you, he pressed a lazy kiss to your jaw.

Your hands trailed up his arms, fingertips ghosting over the ink covering his skin. You smirked, voice breathless, smug.

"I basically got what I wanted."

Eren could feel his eye twitch, you did his head in but you loved you nonetheless. Huffing a laugh, he bit down on your neck causing you to giggle.

"Too damn spoiled."

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

[seokminfilm]

fast pace 🍒 choi seungcheol

🍒 pairing, choi seungcheol x reader

🍒 warnings, non-idol au, marriage au, husband/girl dad seungcheol, overprotective seungcheol, wholesome family interaction, seungcheol calls reader "sweetheart" once, suggestive at the end (if you squint)

🍒 summary, your daughter was just like seungcheol—so alike it drove you a bit insane.

🍒 author's note, trying not to tweak out right now (just wrote a whole seokmin fic (@realmofclouds' request) to accidentally delete it all and have tumblr save the now-empty post 🧍) so here's this seungcheol fic to try to salvage something for you guys 😭 trust me i'll write a BUNCH next week to make up for it (spring break week woop woop!) please enjoy girl dad cheol i know i enjoyed writing it SJKJDFSJK

🍒 now playing, fast pace (seventeen)

🍒 word count, 1k (1k exactly what the hell) | for @kstrucknet

when you got the call that you would have to go pick your four-year-old daughter up from her kindergarten class, seungcheol would not rest until you had allowed him to drive you there.

"i want to see what she got in trouble for myself." seungcheol had a streak when it came to his daughter, mi-cheol (she did have part of his name, after all). he could never seem to believe that his daughter would do no wrong, and even when you had told him that she had gotten in trouble, he had asked you "are you being serious?" about seven times before you had broken down and shown him the message.

and so, here you were, sitting in the kindergarten lobby as the two of you waited to retrieve mi-cheol.

seungcheol sat in the chair beside you, glancing down at his watch as he grumbled something under his breath. as a businessman (and a slightly overdramatic father), seungcheol loved when things were speedy, especially when concerning his oh-so-lovable daughter.

seungcheol tapped his dress shoe impatiently on the tile, long eyelashes brushing against his eyebrows as he glared at the constantly ticking clock. sensing his impatience, you place a soft hand on his arm, side-eyeing him as he sighs.

"please, cheol. patience." you sounded like you were talking to a disobedient child—and you were, in a way. seungcheol was just like mi-cheol in that aspect—they couldn't listen to someone for the life of them.

as soon as the thought of your doe-eyed, pouty-lipped baby girl crossed your mind, out she came, backpack in tow as she grinned at you.

"daddy!" mi-cheol runs right past you and immediately clings onto seungcheol's dress pants leg. the smile that breaks on seungcheol's stern features is only one mi-cheol can bring out, and he reaches down quickly, swiftly swooping the four-year-old in his arms as he gives you one last glance before heading to the car.

apologizing on mi-cheol's behalf and signing her out, you follow the two shortly, getting in the passenger's side of the car as you grab the tail end of seungcheol and mi-cheol's conversation.

"so, what did she do?" you ask, knowing good and well it may not be a good idea to hear the story from seungcheol. luckily, mi-cheol steps up to the plate herself, clearing her throat after taking a few sips from her juice cup.

"a boy called me cute, so i slapped him in the face." the sentence is simple, but so absurd at the same time that you can't help but burst into laughter.

seungcheol, on the other hand, is absolutely seething. his eyes are dark as soon as he hears the words 'boy' and 'cute', and you can see him jumping to all sorts of conclusions in his head. his grip on the steering wheel is tight, and he's blankly staring at the road, probably fighting back a profanity or two.

seungcheol was overprotective, everyone knew that—he held both you and mi-cheol to a very high standard, and therefore watched the two of you with a hawkeye. he never let boys near mi-cheol, and lord forbid a guy would try to hit on you—he would let them know their place, quickly too.

"a boy?" seungcheol asks softly (too softly for your liking), and you can see mi-cheol nodding from her booster seat, cup in hand as she lets out a little scoff. "i am not cute."

"oh, baby. you are cute—you just...you don't want a boy telling you that, do you?" you question, and mi-cheol nods, an overdramatic pout similar to her father's adorning her face.

"yeah. the only boy i want to call me cute is daddy." mi-cheol makes a sound that you think may be similar to 'yuck', although it doesn't sound like that in the slightest.

seungcheol’s hard exterior is broken by that sentence in an instant, and he’s smiling from ear to ear in the cutest way possible, nodding as he looks back at his daughter with nothing but pure fondness.

“good girl, mimi.” seungcheol encourages mi-cheol with a proud grin on his face, and you sigh, knowing this would happen—of course seungcheol would say nothing about how his daughter’s actions were wrong.

if anything, he was overjoyed that she realized the rules seungcheol had set in place before she was even born—”boys are a no-no.”

“seungcheol.” you whisper, glaring at him as he catches your gaze. reading the disapproval in your eyes, seungcheol bites back an eye roll before sighing, biting his full lips as he returns to the hard exterior mi-cheol had broken with her confession.

“mimi, sweet baby girl—you shouldn’t handle things like that with violence, okay?. if a boy calls you cute and you don’t like it, tell it to him. don’t let him get away with it, of course, but don’t slap or hit him, okay? will you remember that for daddy?” you can tell it pains seungcheol to give this speech to his sweet little mi-cheol, watching the way his thick eyebrows twitch when he says the words ‘boy’ and ‘cute’.

“okay, daddy. i’ll remember it.” mi-cheol holds a thumbs-up to seungcheol, and he nods, giving her a small smile as he pulls up at a red light. proud of your husband for holding back his overprotective nature, you kiss his ring finger, warm lips ghosting the cool metal wedding band on his finger.

it makes seungcheol chuckle lowly to himself, reveling in your love as he smiles at you, glancing back at his mini-me (who’s currently eating a bowl of cherries).

"you owe me for this, sweetheart." seungcheol whispers, voice laced with a low, suggestive tone as he studies your face darkly. chuckling, you throw your head back, letting it hit the headrest as your hands rest on seungcheol's forearm.

"name your price, cheol. i'll give it to you," you add teasingly, and with the look and smile seungcheol gives you at your words, you already have an idea of what that could possibly be.

[sinning-23]

Hot Tatted Uncles (Uncle!SukunaAu X Teacher!Reader)

I’ve fallen victim to the unkuna/uncle sukuna au so HAVE THIS

PART 2 UP NOW!!! <------- Click the link here!

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“My uncle be fighting people.” Yuji hums, your gaze immediately shooting to the toddler.

“O-Oh really?” You gulp, knowing kids say the wildest things but after you’re first encounter with the pink-hair boy's uncle, you would put it past him.

“Yeah, he. He told me uh-um-.” The boy sniffed, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, to which you sigh and directed him to the sink as he continues his story

“Uh- he told me that he beat up this guy and he- uh he won and that the guy lost.”

You fight the urge to laugh, his sentence seeming so long and incomplete. Typical toddler.

“Well we don’t fight our friends right Yuji? You be good and keep your hands to yourself?” You encourage, ruffling the boy's hair as he smiles, one of the fronts missing.

“Yeah! We use nice hands.” Yuji repeats, leaving you with your thoughts as he grabs ahold of a car to play with.

Why would you tell a 2-year-old you beat someone up?! You sigh, scrolling through your contacts, making a note to speak with his father, even though the boy hadn't done anything, it's still concerning that he might feel as if that’s okay since his uncle does it.

It’s quiet for a moment, your other three students Nobara, Megumi, and Mahito playing together….and then it happens.

WHAM!

A still silence falls over the room and soon a roar of cries as Mahito holds the top of his head. In all honestly the child was a problem so whatever he did to get smacked over the head with a wooden block was probably warranted. But the bigger problem was that you biggest fear had come to fruition. Yuji, had hit and essentially started to fight with another child, as Mahito had hit him back. You’d definitely need to speak to his father now.

The rest of the children had gone home now, Yuji being your last child as you closed your classroom down. Your class usually ended around 6:00 and it was pushing 6:15 now. Just as you were about to make your courtesy call, the door opened with the jingle of keys and a throaty chuckle.

"Look at you, giving your teacher a hard time?" The tatted male asks, scooping up a giggling Yuji with a toothy grin. You, however, were far from pleased, giving a tight-lipped smile as he just barely glances your way.

"Hi, I'm Miss Y/n, Yuji's teacher." You announce, taking a tissue to wipe Yuji's nose one last time before he left.

"Uh huh," He responds, grimacing as you wipe the snot away.

"So, Yuji had a pretty good day today, but I did have to have a chat with him about..fighting and hitting other friends." You explain, feeling smaller under his sharp gaze. His face is tatted too, the thick dark lines running along his nose, cheeks, and jawline.

"You in here beatin people up?" He states sharply at the boy who only nods with a smile.

"Yeah! Like how you said you beat everyone up!" Yuji admits ith joy and his Uncle's face falls.

"Yes so, before Yuji hit the other child he told me that you...fight people and I told him that we use our nice hands. But right after that, he had-" "Hit another kid. The parents mad?" He asks, a bit troubled now, most likely mentally cursing himself for kinda causing this whole debacle. \

"W-well I can't really disclose that. The point is, please just chat with him and hopefully, he can learn that's not okay." You explain, feeling a bit more relieved since the convo went smoother than usual. And part of you was a little... flustered with how seriously he was looking at you. You couldn't help but look at his tatted and flexed arm as he moved Yuji to sit on his shoulders.

"Yeah, well, here have my number so if anything else happens and I'm picking up you can just let me know." He hums, pulling his phone skillfully from his sweatpants pocket and

Holy shit...

You think to yourself, seeing the print just faintly. You swallow, taking the divide and inputting yoi contact.

The pair leaves, Your heart trobbbing as you take a breath. Being any type of romantically involved with your students' parents was highly unprofessional...but the rules never said anything about hot tattooed uncles.

-in the car-

Sukuna buckled Yuji into his seat, passing the child a happy meal he'd picked up as payment for a job well done.

"Nice work. How bout next time you mention your Uncles got no girlfriend either." He laughs, backing out of the parking space with your number and a grin.

Authors Note; Ok yes i wrote this on a whim I swear I'm trying to finish the stuff I had listed on my update post lmao

Also might make a part 2 for this cause I freaking love this au

[mssishipi]

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[cinnamongrl2006]

꩜.ᐟ Ferrari driver!Jason Todd x Journalist!reader part 2 (smut after the cut, 18+ mdni!!) ꩜.ᐟ

warnings: smut

Summary: You accept to go to dinner with Jason and his friends. He drives you to your hotel afterwards and ends up staying the night in your room.

a/n: I sooo love this au

When Ferrari driver!Jason Todd asked you to join him for dinner as a way to apologize for having been rude during your interview you had looked up at him confused. You didn't think he'd been rude, in fact you thought he was pretty nice, compared to what people had told you about him.

They said he was a sore loser and a cocky winner, a self assured nepo baby with more women lining up outside his door than race wins (and that was saying something!)

But when you'd met him he'd listened to your question, and answered with little to no bite— he'd winked at you!

You liked Ferrari driver!Jason Todd, I mean, who wouldn't? He was handsome and smart, a little cocky and a damned good driver, so you melted into a puddle at his feet when his blue-green eyes met yours under the hotel lobby lights. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, and heat pooled in between your thighs when he smiled and said he thought you were beautiful. Not pretty, beautiful. He'd said beautiful.

The guy with supermodels lining at his door had asked you out, called you beautiful; you were winning.

"Glad you could make it," He says, smiling at you from his seat at the restaurant table, smirking at you with his sharp white teeth. As if he hadn't called your room that afternoon to inform you of the restaurant you'd be going to, as if he hadn't called you an uber to get there.

You nod and smile as you take a seat in front of him.

He sits beside a tattooed redhead you recognise, Roy Harper, Jason's best friend. He's in Redbull, you haven't had the chance to interview him yet.

The man who sits beside you, tan, dark haired and blue eyed, tells you he's Jason's older brother, to what he answers:

"No, the fuck I'm not, Dickface." Scowling, there's a glint of humor in his eyes and you desperately want to ask about their relationship.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd who spends the entirety of the dinner staring at you. You catch him a couple times and he's not ashamed, he doesn't look away, although he blushes redder than his car.

When the dinner is over and you're all bidding your goodbyes he asks to drive you to the hotel, you're both staying at the same one, why waste money on an Uber?

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd Who ends up in your hotel room, hands gripping your hips and waist as he fucks you from behind. he pushes your head down on the pillows and traces the arch of your back with one hand.

His free hand snakes around your waist to rub your clit and you moan loudly, pushing your hips back against his.

"Fuck, you're so tight." he breathes out.

Your legs shake and your whole body slumps forward. He chuckles and holds you up with a strong arm around your neck. From this angle—his chest pressed up against your back, your body limp in his arms— he can get so much deeper. Tears pool in your eyes and you drool all over his arm.

"You like that, pretty girl?"

"mhm..." You blabber incomprehensibly.

"What was that? Use your words, baby."

"Can't..." You breathe out.

He's just so deep and so big, it's too much.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd who cleans you up after and kisses your forehead. He'll ask you on a proper date in the morning, right now he's fast asleep in your arms.

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coulomb’s law (s.jy + s.mt)

working on a science project with two jocks wasn’t the worst thing ever.. even if you all got locked in a room together.

word count: 3.1k (unedited 😀)

genre: college au, smut

warnings: fingering, creampie, tit play, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex. literally just smut idk what to tell u 😭

a/n: LOWKKKey self indulgent bc AWRF i love matthew and jake. finally back writing yayy!!! first long fic too omgomg pls tell me if u like, it means a lot!

you always had a like for all things science, so when you heard you’d be completing a science project you were ecstatic.

‘this would be easy’ you told yourself.

you believed that until you were paired with seok matthew and jake sim who happened to be your former crushes and star football players for your college.

the two of them knew they were stars. matthew and jake didn’t care about doing school work, often paying another student with daddy’s money.

the two were untouchable. because who would bench their best players? especially when they’re so close to making it to the championship?

when your professor announced your name along with the two boys’ you quickly realized easy was an understatement.

after everyone was given their partners, your professor dismissed class in order for everyone to get started on the project.

you stood up and collected your things, mentally preparing yourself to hear either boy to scoff and tell you do the project yourself.

you made your way down the aisle to the area matthew and jake were sitting in, the two of them were engaged in a conversation

‘they probably didn’t hear what the professor even said’ you thought.

your suspicions were confirmed when jake looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face. the three of you rarely crossed paths, so he had the right to be confused.

matthew saw jake’s expression and followed his eyes. the two boys staring at you made chills run down your arms, you could sense the judgment in their eyes.

“are you just going to stand there or…” matthew asked, an awkward expression was present across his face.

“right, um, we were assigned as a group for the science project.” you had a tight grip on your books, the way jakes eyes scanned your figure made you feel small.

“science project?” matthew looked over to jake who shrug his shoulders, “what science project?”

you rolled your eyes, “the professor was literally talking about it the whole time.”

jake chuckled, “all i heard was blah blah blah.” matthew laughed at jakes words.

“well, it’s due in two weeks so i’d like to get started,” you reached into your pocket to grab your phone.

“give me your numbers so we can arrange time to work on it.” you stuck your phone out in their direction.

matthew’s eyebrows raised and jake had a smirk growing across his face.

“woah, asking for my number already? i don’t even know your name sweetheart.” jake teased.

you visibly cringed at jakes attempt at flirting, it was no surprise jake would try and fuck anything on legs. you swore to yourself you’d never give in his advances, or so you thought.

matthew grabbed your phone and typed in his name and number before handing it to jake to let him do the same. jake laughed a little as he was typing in his information. he handed the phone back and you saw a heart emoji next to his name.

you glanced up at him and he shot you a wink. quickly looking back down to your phone, you created a groupchat for the three of you. sending a ‘hi’ to make sure they were in the chat.

“anyways, i’ve gotta get going. i’ll text you guys later to work out the details.” you gave an awkward smile to which matthew responded with a wave.

“bye, doll.” jake grinned. after you turned you heard a hand collide with someone’s chest. you assumed that matthew smacked jake because of how desperate he seemed.

texting them was even harder. the boys barely replied. when one of them did respond, it was a short ‘can’t we have practice’

looking down at your phone, you read matthew’s text which was another excuse as to why they couldn’t join you.

sighing, you set your phone down and decided to start on the project on your own. you knew from the beginning it would be like this. you felt a bit silly for almost believing they’d try to work with you.

you were honestly glad they weren’t able to show up. the whole process would go by much faster without the two of them goofing off the whole time.

you pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table. glancing out the door of the small room you were in, you noticed the usually crowded library was empty. just you and the nice librarian who was busy tidying up her desk area.

opening your laptop you began to type away, looking at different sources to complete the research portion of the assignment. you were pulled away from your research by a buzz from your phone. flipping it over you saw a text from matthew.

matt: practice was canceled and we don’t have anything else to do

we’re coming to work on the project

y/n: okay. i’m in room 28

‘*they really wanna work on this project?*’ you thought. you shrugged your shoulders and continued to work as much as you could before they arrived.

minutes go by and you hear jake being obnoxiously loud. the librarian told him to be quiet and he said a small “sorry, sorry.”

matthew entered first, jake following behind like a lost puppy. jake shut the door behind him and the two walked over to you. jake slammed his backpack on the table a little too hard making you jump.

“shit- sorry,” he quickly apologized.

“so what do you want us to do?” matthew asked, pulling out a chair so he could sit down.

“well, i’ve started on the research part,” you turned your laptop around to the boys, showing them the progress you’ve made so far.

“so you guys could go through and start writing out the experiment we have to do. i’ll send it to you.”

the two nodded and brought out their own laptops. you quickly typed away on your computer, sending them the doc you were working on.

matthew was actually focused on working. jake on the other hand kept sighing as his short attention span was creating a problem for him.

“why the hell do you keep sighing?” matthew snipped, starting to get frustrated.

“i cant focus.” jake whined, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.

matthew rolled his eyes, “dude it’s only been 30 minutes.”

“actually, it’s been an hour. an hour of doing nothing!” jake exclaimed.

matthew shook his head in annoyance at jake. you felt your body start to ache from being slouched over for so long.

you stood up to stretch, “should we get snacks? there’s a vending machine around the corner.” you closed your laptop.

the two boys agreed and stood up to leave the room.

jake reached the door first and twisted the handle. it didn’t budge. he started to twist it more in panic until matthew pushed him out of the way to try himself.

the door was locked from the outside.

your eyes widened, realizing you were locked in a room with jake and matthew.

you pushed the two out of the way trying the handle as if you were stronger than the two of them. unlucky for you, the door did not open.

jake groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.

“ms. kim! can you come open the door?” you yelled out, hoping the librarian heard you.

seconds passed there was no answer. you let your forehead fall against the door, sighing in defeat.

“let me try again,” jake stepped up to the door, attempting to open it again. it didn’t work.

“i guess we’re stuck in here.” matthew shrugged.

you didn’t reply, instead you made your way back to where you were sitting. plopping down in the chair, you opened your laptop back up.

the two boys exchanged glances for a second. jake smirked and nodded at matthew. they returned to their seats as well.

“let’s play a game.” jake said.

his facial expression told you he was up to no good. but you didn’t want to bore yourself to death with work so, you agreed closing your computer once again.

“what game?” you asked.

“truth or dare” matthew smirked.

you pressed your lips into a line, nodding at matthew.

it could be fun. what could go wrong?

“alright jake first, truth or dare.” matthew asked.

“mm.. truth.” jake replied.

“you’re no fun. but hmm.. what’s your.. biggest turn on?” a wicked grin was on matthew’s face.

your eyes widened at matthew’s words. you quickly realized this wasn’t gonna be a fun game. jake chuckled at your expression before pretending to think.

“i don’t know.. probably… begging? something about a girl begging for my dick seems so sexy,” his words were laced with cockiness. matthew nodded and turned to you.

matthew’s gaze made chills run down your spine.

“truth or dare?” jake sat up, waiting to hear your answer.

“um, truth.” you quickly said. matthew shook his head.

“have you ever thought about fucking one of us?” matthew raised his eyebrows, both boys leaned in waiting for your answer. matthew was bold.

“n-no.” you lied. the two of them could see right through it though, nodding and continuing on with the game.

“matt! truth or dare?” jake exclaimed.

“dare.”

“ooh!” jake rubbed his hands together, you on the other hand was scared for what jake was going to say.

“i dare you to… makeout with her for 30 seconds.”

your wide eyes shifted from matthew over to jake, staring at him in bewilderment.

matthew turned to you, “is that okay?” you looked back over to him and paused for a second before slowly nodding.

“i need to hear you say it, love.” he purred.

“yes.. it’s okay” you squeaked.

matthew moved closer to you, turning his head to jake, “count for us.”

“alright, go.” matthew placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. quickly melting into the kiss, you let matthew slip his tongue into your mouth.

your own hands that were once in your lap had found their way to his hair. matthew was a good kisser causing you to almost go drunk on his lips.

“times up!” jake interrupted.

matthew pulled away and you chased his lips, wanting more.

“woah, doll, we gotta continue our game yeah?” he chuckled at your eagerness.

pouting, you leaned back into your chair.

“mkay jake, truth or dare?” matthew asked.

“mm i’ll go with dare now.”

“i dare you to play with y/n’s tits.” matthew’s eyes were glued to your chest watching as it moved up and down from your breathing.

jake shot up and moved around the table to where you were. feeling a little bold, you took off your own jacket and shirt. your white lacy bra on display for the two of them to see.

jakes eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. to your right, you heard matthew chuckle.

jakes hands made their way to the back of your bra, swiftly unclipping it. he slid your bra off slowly, his eyes never leaving your chest.

moving in closer, he stuck his tongue out, giving kitten licks to your hardened nipples.

even though it was something small, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming. you were completely turned on from making out with matthew and this was the cherry on top.

you remember how you told yourself you wouldn’t let jake have you this vulnerable, but all those thoughts subsided the moment he latched onto your mound.

you bit your lip in an attempt to suppress the whimpers that threaten to slip from your mouth.

jake was basically making out with your chest at this point, one of his hands was fondling with the one he didn’t have in his mouth.

you let your head tilt back before you heard matthew’s voice ring through your ears

“time’s up!”

you lifted your head up, looking at matthew who was visibly hard and who obviously didn’t want the two of you to stop.

jake detached himself from your tit with a loud pop before sitting back in his own chair. his eyes were still glued to your chest.

“did you enjoy yourself?” matthew asked.

you nodded—not being able to speak— the two boys and their previous actions was the only thing on your mind.

“alright princess, truth or dare?” jake’s voice was a bit deeper signaling that he must be as turned on as you are right now.

“dare.” you breathed out.

the two boys exchanged a glance before smiling at you. they both stood from their chairs, moving closer to you. and though you were almost their height, them standing above you like this made you feel small.

“we dare you to let us fuck you.” matthew’s hand went to your jaw once again, stroking it softly.

jake bent down to let his hand trail up your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to your heat. they were waiting for you to give them the green light, which you did with a small “go ahead,”

jake’s hand had now traveled to the waistband of your pants, tugging on them to signal that he wanted to take them off. you lifted your hips up in order for him to slip them off of you.

matthew, on the other hand, was placing kisses all over your exposed chest, tasting what his friend previously did.

jake’s hand pressed against your clothed cunt, watching as the wetness seeped through your panties.

“matt look,” he chuckled, matthew detached from your chest to look down.

“fuck, doll, you’re so wet for us. such a good girl,” matthew praised, you let out a whine at his words.

the want, the need for them was getting stronger. who would thought that a science project would’ve led to you getting this wet for two star football players.

you pushed your hips against jake’s hand, trying to get some friction where you needed him the most.

“you want us to fuck you, baby?” jake asked, letting his hand pull away from your core. he wanted you to beg for them, for him.

“mhm, please. please fuck me.” you whimpered.

“okay love, we will.” matthew replied before jake could.

the two of them raised from their positions for a second in order to rid themselves of their clothes. they were hard. and big. you were in for it.

“i want her mouth. her pretty swollen lips would look so good around my dick.” matthew told jake. he nodded in response to matthew.

“hop on the table for us, doll.” jake said. you quickly moved to the table, laying down for them.

matthew came over to one side and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. when he pulled back he let his thumb rub over your bottom lip. his other hand was wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it slowly.

“alright baby. i’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?” matthew asked.

you nodded, sticking your tongue out for him. he grinned in response before placing his dick on your tongue. you let your lips close over his girth and he began to thrust in and out slowly.

jake was now on the side adjacent to matthew. he pulled off your panties, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.

his thumb came in contact with your clit, making you moan around matthew’s cock. matthew winced at the feeling, whispering that your mouth felt so good.

two fingers were now circling your hole. jake pushed his fingers into your warm cunt, thrusting in and out before adding another finger. he continued his ministrations before deeming you prepped enough for his cock.

“gonna fuck you now.” he said before he slowly pushed in.

you all groaned in unison, pleasure on high. matthew was now thrusting at a faster pace, getting lost in the heat of your mouth.

jake was letting you adjust to his size before bottoming out. he stayed there for a second to relish in the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around him so deliciously.

“fuckk you’re so tight-” jake winced. you tapped your foot on his thigh, signaling that he could move.

he started a quick but deep pace, watching as your tits bouced with every movement. his thrusting cause you to move against matthew’s cock, every thrust hitting the back of your throat.

matthew admired how you were gagging and sputtering on his cock. his hand brushed against your jaw, gripping it a little to thrust faster. you noticed he was starting to near his high as his breaths and groans started to increase.

he slipped himself out of your mouth, “fuck- open up.” he said as he started to stroke his length.

you obeyed and opened your mouth letting your tongue slip out too. he came on your face tongue with a loud groan.

“so so good for me, fuck.” he said as he came down from his peak.

jake’s thrusts were now relentless in an attempt to get both of you to cum. matthew intensely watched the area where you and jake were connected. he felt himself getting hard again at the sight.

your loud moans weren’t supressed anymore which boosted jake’s ego.

“fuck fuck fuck i’m close jake please!” you begged.

“me too, doll, fuck! can i cum inside?” he was roughly gripping your waist, rough enough to leave bruises.

“yeah, i’m on the pill!” you whined at the thought of him filling you up.

matthew was stroking his cock at the scene before him, his eyes flicking between your face and your cunt.

“god, i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up,” jake moaned. you nodded at his words.

one more thrust was all it took for you to some undone, your back arching off the table, moaning loudly. jake came soon after with a “shit!” leaving his mouth from the way you were clenching around him. his hips were flush against yours, letting your cunt milk him dry.

he pulled out slowly and you whined from the loss of contact. matthew had came in his hand beside you, all three coming down from your highs.

the room was full of panting, everyone attempting to catch their breath.

“hello? is anyone in there?” you heard from outside the door.

all three of your heads shot up towards the door.

“yeah! we’re still studying. give us a second!” matthew shouted.

you stood to put on your clothes, struggling a bit due to your wobbly legs.

the two boys did the same before packing up their things. matthew saw how you were having trouble so he placed his things down to help you out. jake helped by packing your things into your bag.

you all made your way to the door, matthew’s hand was on the small of your back to stable your walking. jake opened the door, smiling at the librarian before you all brushed past her to leave.

“maybe we should work on projects together more often,” jake smiled. matthew made a noise of agreement and you nodded.

and that you did, always making A after A on every project with your new group.

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a fic or blurb of ryan’s farewell party for will pls?!

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hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy heads to boston after ryan begs her to fly out for will’s farewell party in hopes of reconciling things between the ex-couple (writing grace and samy’s dynamic was actually so fun because i’ve never wrote them before)

2.1k words

i got so carried away with this it wasn’t gonna be this long but it turned into a whole fic. the ending of this is a bit interpret how you want, but in my mind it’s them not completely ignoring one another, but they aren’t gonna talk it out for a long while. p.s. the baby grace and will photo i found is actually adorable!

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"please come?" ryan begged over the phone while samy sat at her desk pondering the offer he'd been trying to convince her of for the last twenty minutes. "if not for will, then for us? don't know when we'll see you if you aren't coming out to boston as often anymore," the brunette continued making samy feel even worse.

"hey, i'll still come to boston. i didn't just go for will, you know," the girl rolled her eyes slightly.

"then come out to see us. you don't even have to see will if you don't want. there will be enough people that you'll probably be able to avoid him," ryan kept persisting because 1. he knew samy still cared deep down and 2. she was their friends too and he knew the guys really wanted to see her again before school started back up.

"you're so annoying," she teased a bit making them both laugh. "i'll think about it, okay? i might have to be back at school, but i'll see."

"promise?"

"i promise," samy nodded and the two ended the call. when her phone found its place back on her desk, samy knew damn well already that she was completely free that weekend. she just didn't know if she could stomach potentially seeing will.

—

two weeks later, samy and her mom were on a plane to boston for the party. ellen was still very close to colleen and after being there for will his entire life, she wasn't missing this despite everything that's happened.

gabe and ryan drove into the city the day before to catch up with samy themselves. will didn't have much idea that the hughes were in town and probably wouldn't find out until tomorrow at the party.

"hey, hughesy," ryan greeted with a large smile. his arms quickly slid around the girl's frame in a tight hug before letting gabe take his turn.

"hi, it's good to see you guys again," samy grinned widely. she really did miss seeing them. it'd been since worlds that they were all together like this.

"i'm glad you came out. i didn't think you would," gabe admitted as the three sat at a small table waiting for the waiter to take their orders.

"i didn't think i was coming either, but i wanted to see you guys before school started and we'd get too caught up in everything," the brunette explained which made them smile.

"i can't believe school's gonna start again. feels like it just ended," gabe chuckled.

"don't remind me," ryan groaned earning more laughs from the other two.

the three quickly filled each other in on the things they missed. it felt like old times when everyone was in michigan together spending weekends sitting on a floor going back and forth with stupid little games. all of that felt like such simpler times because no feelings were involved. at least not any known feelings.

things settled a bit as samy and the boys ate their sandwiches they ordered and the topic shifted to one samy knew was gonna come up eventually.

"i don't know if i've said this to you, but will's a real idiot," gabe said quietly.

samy's jaw clenched a bit, "yeah, he is."

"have you..talked to him at all?" ryan wondered and the girl instantly shook her head.

"no and i don't really want to. i don't even know what i'd say to him or what he could say that would make me forgive him. he threw it all away and that really fucking hurts," samy admitted truthfully.

"right and you have every right to not wanna talk to him. he was an asshole for not trying to talk things out with you," gabe nodded in agreement.

"can i just say one thing though? i'm no way trying to defend anything that he said or did, but you gotta remember how will is with this kind of stuff sometimes. he says the wrong things when he's thinking something else. you guys were best friends above everything. you know him better than any of us probably. you really want to leave things on this note?" ryan said softly.

samy's gaze flicked away from the boys knowing ryan did have a small point in the back of her mind, but she wasn't ready to admit that. things were confusing and hard.

being back in boston had this pull on her. everything she's ever known came from michigan and boston—will being one of those things. he hurt her so badly, yet a really, really small part of her wanted to reach out.

"it doesn't matter anymore, ry. he meant what he said and even if he didn't wanna say it, he still did. i was basically worthless to him," samy couldn't though. her head overruled her heart knowing she needed to stand her ground because there was nothing more she could say to him.

—

will's entire house was packed with people. room to room, wall to wall, lawn to lawn—there were people everywhere. ryan wasn't wrong that samy could lose herself pretty easily into the crowd.

she hung outside a lot because out there she could escape anywhere if she saw will whereas inside could end up trapping her if she wasn't careful. she happily caught up with drew, aram, vote, and cutter who greeted her with bright smiles.

the idea of even being in the same proximity as will sent goosebumps down the girl's arms. her eyes were constantly flicking around as if she would see him turn some corner and make eye contact.

somehow, she managed to find a corner where it wasn't too crowded by the lawn chairs. the youngest hughes sat out on them just people watching when familiar locks of blonde hair started coming her way. for a moment, samy tensed, wondering how grace took the news about their breakup because she hadn't exactly talked to the oldest smith sibling since it happened.

"hey, samy," the older girl greeted warmly.

"hi, gracie," samy smiled, relaxing a bit when she saw the girl's smile.

"i'm happy to see you. it's been awhile," grace found a seat beside her for a moment while the brunette nodded a bit.

"yeah, it has," her gaze flicked away because they both knew why it had been awhile since they saw one another. grace didn't make a huge appearance at the family vacation a few months ago since she was busy apartment hunting and even then, her and samy didn't talk much because they never got to catch one another at the right time.

"this might be a stupid question, but..how are you?" the older girl wondered gently.

"i'm..i'm okay. hanging in there, i guess," samy nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

"i'm sorry i haven't talked to you since..i don't want you to think i hate you or anything. last month was super busy and you looked busy and i didn't know if it was too soon to ask about everything.." grace trailed off a bit when she realized she was rambling. samy quickly shook her head.

"don't worry about it. i was worried you hated me," a small laugh sounded from the soccer players lips.

"oh my god no! i don't. i promise. i actually..am mad at will for how all of this happened. i..i was shocked when you left and i found will out there..i'm sorry. i..i wish i had an answer for my brother's reason, but i don't. i..i don't know why he broke up with you," grace frowned deeply.

"i left in such a mess, i'm sorry again. everything happened way too fast," samy shook her head.

"have you talked to him since.."

"ry and gabe asked me that yesterday and i said no. i mean, i have nothing to say to him, so why would i, you know?" the brunette shrugged.

"right, of course. mom told him this morning you and your mom were coming. that went over..interesting to say the least," grace tapped her finger against her cup.

"i've been avoiding him, i guess. i'm not sure i can really stomach seeing him, but..i don't know. felt like i owed it to him to be here at least? and the other guys too. don't know when i'll see them again. this whole thing feels like it screwed up everything with everyone," samy laughed dryly.

"i get it. i'm glad you did come. i saw your mom earlier, it was good to see her. even if will won't admit it, i know he's glad you're at least here too. one last hurrah before we move him out to california," grace said.

samy thought back to all the times will would talk about his move to cali whenever it happened. he'd always say how she'd fly out with him to help him decorate his apartment when the time came. plus, all the times will told her how he couldn't wait until they could live together so long distance would be over, yet he'd wait forever for her.

god, what happened to that will?

"you're thinking," the blonde pointed out, snapping samy back into reality.

while will knew her insanely well, so did grace. the two girls did grow up alongside one another even though there was a three year age gap. grace was the older sister samy never had as a little girl and she still was, so of course the older girl knew when samy was lost in thought.

"yeah, sorry," the younger girl shook her head.

"penny for your thoughts?" the expression made samy smile because will said the same thing.

"just how will always talked about me being there with him when he moved to california and how he couldn't wait until i was done with school to move out there with him. i wonder where that will went who was so ambitious about us and saying he would wait forever for me," the younger girl smiled sadly.

a little sigh escaped grace's lips hearing samy sound so heartbroken still. "i wish i knew what was running through his mind. i didn't even know he was considering it. it shocked the hell out of all of us. he's in there still somewhere, i know it and i know you don't wanna hear that, but i gotta believe it. i have never seen my brother like someone as much as he likes you, it confuses me how he just threw it all away like that," the blonde shook her head.

"you and me both," samy frowned this time.

"i think you just gotta give it time because damn, all of us believed you guys were it for each other. you'll find your way back, i think you two just need some space. will needs to settle in california and play a few games with the sharks and then i'm sure he'll come around. i don't believe this is the true end for you guys," grace said firmly.

the youngest hughes wanted to believe her so badly, but she just couldn't.

"maybe. it's hard to say though," samy said instead of being a complete pessimist about it.

the party ended a few hours later with samy successfully avoiding any contact with will. she didn't even see him which was surprising because she knew he was making his rounds.

her and her mom drove back to the hotel in silence just unwinding from the long day and talking to everyone they saw.

samy was brushing her teeth when her mom stuck her head in. the younger girl raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"i have a gift from you from someone i spoke to today," ellen said vaguely. the brunette raised her eyebrow.

"who?"

mrs. hughes didn't say anything while she just placed the envelope into samy's hand. the girl saw her name scribbled across the top in handwriting that she quickly recognized as will's. samy's gaze snapped to her mom's.

"i told him he's gonna do great in san jose," ellen said because she knew her daughter knew who that envelope was from.

the older woman slipped out of the bathroom leaving samy with the gift in her hand. she should've thrown it away, but curiosity got the better of her and she carefully ripped it open.

there wasn't any note or card, only a small charm of a shark.

her eyes danced to the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist that held her most precious charms.

will knew everything about her charm bracelet because he supplied most of the charms on the chain.

she remembered seeing the shark charm in some little gift shop with will many months ago, quickly mumbling something about how adorable it was and would fit the aesthetic for will's soon to be san jose career.

she had no idea will went back to buy it for her.

samy even wondered how long he's had it for.

without a word, samy clipped it onto the chain, adding one more pretty charm to her bracelet and a tiny smile painted her lips.

[xoxoxkisses]

That time of the month

info: reader is a girl; modern au; reader and muichiro have only dated for 2 months; both are 16

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You were sitting in the bathroom at your boyfriend’s house. You had just started your period in the middle of the movie you two were watching. You luckily didn’t bleed through and had prepared and brought some pads. You quickly put one on and went back to his room.

“What took so long Y/n?” He asked while you crawled back into bed. “Oh, nothing.” You looked straight at the tv. Your whole demeanor changed after you got back and even though you guys hadn’t been together long, he knew something was up. “Y/n what’s wrong? And don’t lie to me.” He had paused the movie so you would pay attention to him. You were embarrassed to tell him what happened. “Well um I started my period.” You looked away from him. “You did? Well there’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s normal.” He gave you a big smile and unpaused the movie.

Towards the end, your cramps had tripled in pain and your head was pounding. Muichiro had noticed this again and asked if you were ok. “My head really hurts and my cramps got worse.” You said shutting your eyes tight as another cramp came up. “Oh Y/n, why didn’t you say something?” Muichiro turned the movie off and got up to turn off his floor lamp. You were really confused on what he was up to. He crawled back into bed and scooped you up close to him.

He held you there rubbing your stomach and kissing you on your head. You were feeling a lot better and you felt really tired. As the two of you laid there, you had accidentally drifted to sleep. He figured you would as he remembered you saying you get really tired when it happens. He pulled you in a little closer and drifted off into his own slumber.

[billiesguitar]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

Fuckboy!Billie x Nerdy!Reader

- Part 4 || Au masterlist

I walked into Billie's dorm room, three wrapped gift boxes stacked on each other in my arms. She looked up from her bed, where she was laying down, using her phone. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement when she saw me. I poke my face out from behind it and give her a quick smile along with a 'help me' look.

"You're here!" she exclaimed, jumping up. "Come on, let's exchange our gifts before I forget." She helps me open the door and I set the gift down on her desk and sit on her bed, taking a moment to appreciate how clean she kept her room.

"Okay, okay," I said, handing her the skinniest of the boxes. "Here you go, Billie."

Her eyes showed a look of confusion as she took the gift, feeling how light it was. "what's this?" She teased, shaking it slightly.

"Just open it," I giggled.

she does, tearing the wrapping paper and lifting the lid off the box. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god," she murmured, holding up a 'Supreme Star' Jersey.

"You like it?" I asked nervously.

"you shouldn't have" she says "its so expensive"

I waved it off. "It's just a little something, I know how much you wanted it," I said with a smirk.

"Thank you," she said, giving me a tight hug. "I've got something for you too." She handed me a small box.

I took the box, "what's this?"

"Just open it," she smirks, her eyebrow raising slightly.

I opened the box and inside was a pair of earrings, they were beautiful. They had little stars hanging from them. "Billie, these are amazing," I whispered, taking them out and putting them on.

"I knew you'd love them," she said, smiling at me.

Her phone starts ringing and she checks the screen before rolling her eyes. "It's Finneas," she says, answering the call. "What's up?"

"You didn't tell me you had company," a voice, clearly her brother's, came from the phone.

"It's just y/n," she said casually. "Wait, how do you know I have company?"

"I'm outside your window," he said, and Billie's eyes widened.

"You're what?" She rushed to the window, and sure enough, there was Finneas, leaning against the tree, grinning like the devil himself. "Oh my," she mumbled into the phone. "Hold on, I'm coming down, also I'm bringing y/n." She says, excitedly. "Alright with me." He replys.

Billie puts her jacket on, "C'mon"

I followed her, looking out of the window. "Finneas, you're so embarrassing," she yelled, laughing.

Finneas looked up at us and waved. "You guys ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," Billie said, taking my hand and pulling me along. "bils? I don't wanna intrude."

"Don't worry," she assured me. "Finneas doesn't care. He's like my best friend."

We walked down to the parking lot and Billie runs up to him, giving him a hug. "Merry Christmas," she said.

"You too," he said, smiling. He looked at me and extended his hand. "I'm Finneas, Billie's brother."

"Y/n," I said, shaking his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too, Y/n," he said. "You're the girl she's always talking about."

I blushed. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah, she thinks you're pretty cool," he said, winking at his sister.

Billie rolled her eyes playfully. "Let's go, we're going to be late for dinner."

We got into Finneas' car and drove to the restaurant. The whole way there, Finneas kept making jokes and Billie kept laughing, her eyes lighting up every time he said something funny.

Finneas pulls into the resteraunt's parking lot. "So, what's the deal with you two?" He asks, looking at me through the rearview mirror.

Billie shot him a look. "None of your business, Finneas."

"Come on," he said, grinning. "I'm your brother. I need to know these things."

"We're-" Billie interupts me "We're dating"

My eyes widened, she had never called us that before. "Yeah, that's right," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "We're dating."

"This is new?" He asks

"Yeah," she says, "uhm, today actually." She was lying so badly, but I just nodded along.

Finneas nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Okay, cool. I'm happy for you two."

We walked into the restaurant, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

As we sat down, Billie leaned in close to me. "Sorry about that," she whispered. "I didn't know what else to say."

"It's okay," I said, smiling. "I don't mind."

Throughout dinner, we talked and laughed, the three of us getting along surprisingly well. But every time Billie touched my hand or leaned into me, I felt a warmth spread through my chest that I hadn't felt before. Maybe she was more than just a friend with benefits. Maybe she had feelings for me too.

"So, what are you doing over the break?" Finneas asked me. "Nothing really, I'll probably just stay here."

"What?" Billie exclaimed. "You can't spend Christmas alone!"

I shrugged. "It's no big deal."

"You're coming to our place," she said firmly. "It's not a question."

I looked at her, surprised by the invitation. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling. "It'll be fun."

The rest of dinner passed in a blur of conversation and laughter. When we finished eating, Finneas dropped us off back at the dorms. "See ya," he said, waving out the window.

Billie turned to me, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Ready for Christmas with my family?"

I nodded, feeling a sudden sense of belonging. "Yeah," I said. "I'm ready."

As we walked back to her room, she took my hand. "Thank you for tonight," she said. "I had a lot of fun."

"Me too," I said, squeezing her hand. "And I'm looking forward to spending Christmas with you and your family."

"It's gonna be great," she promised.

We reached her room, and she turned to face me. "Want to stay the night?" She asked, biting her lip.

I nodded. "I'd love to," I whispered.

We walked into her room, and she closed the door behind us.

As we laid down on her bed, she pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, "I'm so happy you're here."

I felt my heart race. "Me too, Billie," I said. "Me too."

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[greatsharklamia]

Rafe x Y/N imagine

Featuring: Uni AU, Fratbro Rafe, Social Media Au

Blurb: After turning down Rafe Cameron you’ve caught his interest.

Could Rafe have been nicer? Yes. But why would he do that when it was so much more fun to be an asshole.

Or, at least that was how he felt until you turned away and crossed your arms.

He sighed, he couldn’t be mean to you. You’d shared classes together for over a year, and you’d always been sweet to everyone.

“Look, you’re cute. But I’m not a one girl kind of guy,” he comforted, his voice soft.

“Rafe,” you said, keeping your voice equally soft. “I’m not asking you out. I’m asking you for Kelces number for my friend. She likes him, but she’s shy.”

Running a hand over his buzz cut Rafe appraised you, and to his delight you meet his eyes straight on.

“What's your friends name?”

“Lucy.” You point over your shoulder to the pretty dark haired girl watching from under her eyelashes.

“Well she is his type.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled to Kayces number. Without pause he rattled it off, and watched as you wrote it down on your arm with a pink ballpoint pen.

“Cute,” he teased after she had repeated the number back to confirm. “I know,” you quipped backing away with a wave. You’d completed your task and now you had a text to help write.

But Rafe wasn’t done with the conversation, reaching out to grab you by the wrist. It wasn’t rough, but it did raise goosebumps due to the warmth of his hand on your winter cooled skin.

“Want to grab a drink with me,” the sentence sounded like it should have been a question, but it wasn’t. He was hot, you’d give him that, but you wanted romance and something that might turn into a relationship, not another hook up.

And so you told him that, “No thanks, I’m more of a one guy kinda girl, and I don’t share.” You gently pulled yourself from his grasp. “Catcha around.”

You didn’t turn around, instead proudly sauntering back to Lucy, victoriously raising your arm high enough that she could see the numbers written on your arm. Her smile was bright and you couldn't help but match it as she dove at you with a tight hug.

“Lets get out of the cold and come up with a text to him,” you said. As Lucy linked arms with you and started towing you toward the cafe ahead, you couldnt help but look over your shoulder to find Rafe leaned up against the building where you left him. His attention was on you with a curiosity you weren't sure of.

Though it didn’t seem like it, winter was your favourite season. Oh you’d complain and the cold made you cranky sometimes, but there was something so magical about this time of year.

It could have been Christmas. Or it could have been the snow and winter themed drinks that landed in cafes. Mostly the latter you admited to yourself as you sipped the last of your mint coffee, savouring it.

Drinking a full coffee before entering the cinema probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but it had certainly made the walk over more enjoyable.

Your friend group had decided an hour ago to see Gladiator II, and you couldn’t wait to turn your brain off for a couple of hours.

Once the tickets were paid for you all scattered, some to the bathroom, others to the concession stand. Instead you and Lucy skipped both and entered the correct cinema, choosing your seats.

It was like goldilocks and the three bears. You couldn’t be too close, or too far away. Nor could you be too far one way or too far the other way. And first comes, first served.

You both sat, pretty much right in the middle, and had the whole large room for yourself for a number of minutes until, to your surprise Rafe Cameron and some of his frat brothers walked through the door.

The second he caught sight of you it was decided. He was sitting beside you. He didn’t care where the others sat, though he had a sneaky suspicion that Kelce would be sitting beside your roommate.

“Y/N, what a shock to run into you so soon,” Rafe said with a charming smile as he walked toward you down the isle.

By the time you had realized what was happening, he’d sat down in the empty chair to your right, and was reaching into your contraband bag of lollies. You let him. As long as he didn’t eat all of your favourites then he could share your snack. And then he dropped a couple pieces of popcorn into your hand in payment. He could eat as many of your favourites as he wanted. Movie theatre popcorn was good shit.

Munching on your popcorn, you spared a thought for your friends and where they would sit, but then pushed it from your mind, they would be thrilled to sit near the frat guys.

And you were proved to be correct, when your friends entered and you saw them clock the situation. Instead of joining you, they sat a row ahead and found themselves flocked by frat boys immediately.

Free to turn your attention to the man beside you, you noticed that he was watching your shared friends as well.

“You struck me more as a Wicked person,” you teased. To your delight he laughed, but was quick to refute it. “No, at least not without my sister.”

“Cute.” You hadn’t meant to say it. It had slipped out. But the light blush that rose to his ears made you pleased you had. It was clear he didn’t know what to say, instead bringing his drink up to your face and smoothly pushing the straw into your mouth. Cola. Not your favourite, but not your least favourite either. You took another long sip, keeping eye contact with him as you debated draining the whole cup out of spite.

But then you’d have to go to the bathroom.

You let go of the straw and couldn’t help but roll your eyes when he immediately brought it up to his mouth.

The audacity of this man to be flirting with you now, after how your last interaction had ended.

Two could play at that game. You pulled your phone out and snapped a sneaky pic, posting it on insta. You didn’t have to tag him, you knew he’d see it.

Even unaware of your play, Rafe couldn’t let you have the last word. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his hand coming to rest on your opposite shoulder and burying into your hair immediately.

You’d let him win this one. You’d won the last one after all.

Sighing quietly to yourself, you lay your head on the desk in front of you and settle in to wait for the professor to turn up.

Class was filling up slowly, and the easy chatter was threatening to lull you to sleep. It had snowed heavily the night prior, and you were sure it would mean that the class would be a little empty. Even living on campus you’d been tempted to stay in bed for the day and binge netflix with your roommate, but the milk had run out in the mini fridge and coffee was calling your name.

A warm hand came to rest on the back of your neck. You jolted in surprise. Rafe.

“Hi Rafe,” You said leaning up from the desk and noticing that the class was over half fulled but no Professor had appeared.

“Y/N, now how did I not know you were in this class?” he asked. His hand didn't move from the back of your neck, he’d even gone so far as to lean back in the seat next to you and rest his arm on the back of your chair.

A yawn broke free of you, which you quickly tried to smother. “Ditto.” His expression was a cross between surprise and amusement.

You could see why. Even at a uni as big as yours he still had notoriety. It came from being a rich, hot, fuckboy. Every big party on campus had Rafe in attendance, if not just because his frat were the ones throwing the party.

Today he looked less like a frat boy, and more like a stuffed sausage. So you told him as such and had the pleasure of watching him throw his head back in laughter. To your surprise the laughter was genuine, and he looked pleased when he looked back at you.

“Well I think you look adorable,” he said. Behind him Ruthie and Topper were making a scene calling for him to come join them at the back of the room, but Rafe didn’t even turn as he waved a hand at them as if to shoo them away.

“Not sitting with your fanclub?”

From the corner of your eye you saw him smile, “Not today,” he said, and then corrected himself. “Well, I thought I’d keep it lowkey and gift one of my fan club with my presence.”

You made a show of looking around confused, but couldn't retort because the door thudded open and your professor came striding down the stairs.

And for the rest of the class Rafe sat beside you playing with the end of your ponytail which had escaped from underneath your scarf.

That afternoon when you were curled up in bed with a triple shot dirty chai, your phone dinged with a notification. And to your great horror the sight of Rafes insta story made you snort out a mouthful of coffee in laughter.

“Y/N,” the shout echoed around the courtyard and hushed the students in the general vicinity. With all eyes on him, Rafe was smug and confident as he he cut the distance between you both.

“Rafe, was there something you wanted?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Behind you your friends laughed, well aware that Rafe had taken to popping up around you. When you’d told them about your first proper interaction with him, the one that had gotten Lucy her boyfriend, they were adamant that your rebuttal of him had peaked his interest.

So far it hadn’t amounted to anything, but that remained to be seen. You were in no rush to see what would come of a flirtation with Rafe Cameron.

In the meantime however, you were having fun.

“Coming to the party tonight?” He asked.

You weren’t sure yet, and when you told him as such, he frowned, looking serious for the first time.

“What if i promise to walk you home when you’re ready to go home?”

Now this was a shock. But did help with your decision. You nodded. “If you pinky promise to walk me home tonight, then yes I’ll come. My roomates staying with Kelce, so I would have had to get home by myself.”

“Well we can’t have that can we,” he said and extended his pinky to you.

You looked at him for a beat and then gleefully extended your pinky to wrap it around his, before moving your thumb up to lock it in.

“Good. I’m late to class but I’ll see you at the party, and if you’re having trouble finding me,” he pulled a pen out of huis back pocket and wrote, in lopping, messy writing, his number. “Text me.”

And with a wink he was disappearing into the busy courtyard. With him gone you felt a little nervous about turning to face your nosy friends. They were already giggling behind you. But you had to bite the bullet, and met their amused faces as they started peppering you with questions. Anyone would think they hadn’t been there to watch the whole exchange. It was a good thing you had some time to kill before your next class.

The music was pounding, and while it was a song you normally liked, right now it was just irritating you. Four drinks in, two and a half hours later, and you were ready to go home now. It was nearing midnight, and the mass of frat boys wasn’t helping you find Rafe. How could they all look the same? Was it a prerequisite of being a frat boy? Wear a douchy cap and a white longsleeve shirt.

Two texts to him over ten minutes with no response, and a sea of tall drunk guys was all you needed to know. Finding him here would be impossible.

So, waving goodbye to your friends still on the dance floor, you stopped by the bedroom dedicated to the coat room, and picked through the chaotic mess until you had found your coat and scarf. Your phone remained silent while you pulled on your coat and let yourself out the front door into the brisk winter air.

Some brave souls were scattered around the yard, smoking or drinking or making out, but the path was clear and you were out the gate and striding down the side walk toward your dorm before Rafe realised that you were gone.

A groan left him as he passed the end of his smoke to Barry. Hands now free he pulled his phone from deep in his coat pocket and jolted to his feet.

“See ya later man,” he told Barry, who only flicked a lazy hand at him.

The two texts from you lit up the screen when he held it up to his face, and as he was reading your last text another came in.

‘Walking home now. Have a good night.’

He couldn’t tell if you were being sweet, or telling him to go fuck himself, but it didn’t matter. You were only a few metres ahead of him now.

“Y/N,” Rafe called jogging the last little while to catch up with you.

Your eyes met his for a moment, and you were sure that he could see the annoyance in your face.

“You didn’t have to walk me back home you know. A couple of the girls on my floor left an hour ago, but I stayed cause you were,” he cut you off with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry, my phone was in my coat pocket and I couldn't hear it. Before i went outside for a smoke I saw you were still having fun with your friends so I thought it would be safe.”

You wouldn’t admit it but that was sort of sweet.

“Okay,” is all you said, and the both of you fell into an easy and comfortable silence.

You hadn’t seen Rafe in a couple of days, not since he had walked you home. And what alarmed you was that you were keeping count.

Pushing any thoughts of the frat boy from your mind, you focused again on the laptop in front of you. The english assignment had been kicking your arse, mainly because you hated Shakespear. But you weren’t sure that your opinions on ‘how his time appropriate sexism weakened his works’, was going to go down with your Proffesor. You could almost picture him now; big heart eyes as he spoke about the bard.

Holding back a huff, you clicked out of the document and pulled up a different class’ assignment. Thankfully with exams rapidly approaching these were your last two assignments. You just needed to smash through them before Thursday evening. It was currently Tuesday. The coffee cup beside you was nearing empty, and the cafe was fairly quiet, a product of the early hour.

Falling into your paper on the Romans, you missed the door at the other end of the cafe open. But you became aware as a body jolted down into the seat across from you. Ripping your headphones out quickly in your fright you met Rafes eyes.

“Hi Y/N,” he seemed quieter, and sort of sad. “Do you mind if I join you?” he gestured to his bag which sat in the empty seat beside him.

“Of course.” Normally he would have just welcomed himself and set up shop wiuthout consulting you. But upon closer inspection he looked tired, and his normally clean shaven face was being taken over by stubble.

As he set up his laptop and his text book, you drunk the last of your coffee and popped to your feet. “What are you drinking?” you asked.

“I can go and get our drinks,” he said. But you shook your head. “Nope, my shout.”

For a moment it looked like he was going to argue, but instead he just asked for a mocha, and when further prompted, a blueberry muffin.

With a smile you patted him on the shoulder on your way past, and missed the small smile that grew on his face at the action. Taking the opportunity to swing by the bathroom now that your laptop had its very own protector, Rafe was settled in and typing by the time you were back.

“Want to share my headphone?” You held out the left airpod, and to no surprise he took it easily. Your study playlist consisted of artists like Lana Del Rey, and Noah Kahn, so you motioned for his phone which he handed to you without unlocking.

“Password,” you said and instead of taking it back, he rattled off the four number code. Your surprise must have been obvious because his checks pinked. “Did you know,” you started, scrolling through his phone to spotify, “we have the same password.”

You weren’t kidding either. It was an easy password, but you hadn’t yet meet someone with the same password.

By this time you’d found what you were looking for, and in a matter of moments had set up shared jams. Sliding the phone back it only took a couple of songs for the first of Rafes song to pop up. He’d surprisingly kept the calm vibes of your playlist, and only smiled slightly when you gave him a thumbs up of approval.

Once again a picture popped up on instagram that night. Posted by Rafe, it was from the cafe.

You thought about it for a moment and posted your own picture on instagram.

Rafe was quick to comment a heart in response.

It was only the next day that you saw Rafe walking alone across the campus. The sadness was back on his face, which you’d tried so hard yesterday to dispel. Without a thought you caught up to Rafe, slipping an arm through his as you slipped slightly on the frozen ground.

“Morning,” you said brightly.

He looked up from the ground, took in your smile and the arm linked with his, and something lightened in his face.

“Hi, Y/N,” His voice was still quiet, but he spared a smile.

“Where are we off to?” you asked. It might have backfired, but something told you that Rafe just needed someone in his corner at the moment.

You weren’t aware of it, but what was once a small crush he harboured for you was turning into full blown infatuation. Now he just needed to make sure he could seal the deal.

“The library, I have to drop off some books,” Rafe finally responded.

“Oh awesome, I need to get stuff for one of my exams,” you said.

Once again it struck you that it was easy with Rafe. He could be a dick, your first proper meeting could prove that, but other than that first day, he’d never been anything but nice to you. And it was starting to make you like him. More than you should have.

You knew it wouldn't go anywhere, he’d told you himself that he didn't do just one girl, but that was fine. Crushes came and went, but what you had with Rafe was shaping up to be a really good friendship.

He proved that true when you reached the library and he held the door open for you, and after dropping off his own books, followed you around holding your books. While at first you had said no, he’d taken to reaching over your shoulder and grabbing them straight out of your hands.

Again, after a while he perked up, and became more of the man you knew him to be. Even teasing you when you tripped over the edge of one of the many ancient rugs near the check out desk.

The book made a loud thump as you closed it, done with studying for exams for the day. It had been a long day, a long week really. But with one exam done, and four more to go in the coming weeks, you were trying hard not to lose steam already. Thankfully classes had finished, and already the campus was emptying with people going home for break.

Most of your friends were still here but you already knew that you would be the last man standing on campus. Not that it worried you. You weren’t going to be far behind them. And then it was only a short walk to the train station, and you’d be on a three hour long trip home. You couldn’t wait.

Close with your parents, and no siblings, your trips home were always relaxed and fun filled. Your dreams of home cooked food, and sleeping in your own bed were pushed away at the loud knock on your door.

You rose from your desk and quickly unlatched the lock, pulling the door open. It was Rafe, standing there with two coffees.

“This is for you,” he said, holding one out.

You were quick to take it, sipping the warm coffee with a humm. Having paid the tax, you stepped back and waved Rafe in. You didn’t need to wave him to your bed, it was clear which one was yours, as Lucys had photos of her and Kelce stuck to the wall at the head of the bed.

“Not that I’m not glad to see you, but is everything okay?” You couldn't help but ask. Giving him a moment you closed the window and blew out the small candle sat in front of it.

When you turned to him he was watching you. It wasn’t hard to see he was still feeling a little off.

“I’m not going home for break,” he said once you’d joined him on the bed, your back against the wall.

“How do you feel about that,” you asked, sounding like a therapist.

Rafe huffed and pulled his beanie off his head roughly, tossing it on the floor near the door. “I’m mad.” And it was like the flood gates had opened. “Dad told me not to come home this break. He and his wife are heading to the Bahamas for the break. I don’t know why they couldn’t go when we’re not on school break.” You didn’t need to wonder who ‘we’ was for long. “My sister Sarah spends hardley any time at home, always with her boyfriend. We’re not super close anyway. And Wheezie, who I am close with, is going away with a friend.”

He sighed and raked a hand down his face. “It's fine, it's not like its a long break, and I’ll get the frat house to myself.”

But it sounded more like he was talking himself into being okay.

“Why can’t you go home anyway?” You asked, trying to be gentle.

“Cause Dad said not to. That means that he doesn’t want me in the house while he's not there. Probably because he doesn’t want to pay the staff for two weeks.”

That explained why he’d been so sad for the last couple of days. It didn’t matter that he was in his 20s now, his Dad still had a responsibility to not be a shit parent.

“Are you sad because you aren’t seeing your family, or because you’ll be stuck here alone?” It was a rude question. You knew it, he knew it, but it needed asking.

He moved, turning to sit criss cross on the bed facing you, so you did the same leaving only a small gap between you both. A deep sigh left him. “Mostly the second. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to relax being stuck here. I was also looking forward to visiting the beach. I wasn’t going to swim, just listen to the waves,” Quietly and a beat later, “I miss Wheezie too.”

Without hesitation you lay a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. “What do you think about going home with a friend?”

“Nah, I don’t want to be a burden.” The you of a month ago would have been so surprised to see this side of the privileged man in front of you. The you of now was touched he trusted you enough.

It was all you needed. You didn’t live super close to the beach, but close enough that the trip could be done in forty minutes. And you knew that your parents would love to have Rafe.

Without delay you leaned over to the dresser and grabbed your phone. Rafe watched, confused but quiet. Finding your moms number, you called it and put it on speaker phone.

It was a whirlwind after that. Your mom was thrilled you were bringing a friend home, and had asked Rafe a slew of questions, from what his favourite movie was, to what he liked to eat. At the end of the call she had added, “I can’t wait to see you both in a couple of weeks.”

Rafe was stunned. That wasn’t what he had expected to happen when he stood in line at the cafe earlier. Instead he had thought that you would talk him into having a fun time at the frat house by himself. Maybe he would then finally ask you out.

Instead you had absolutely wowed him. And he could see you were starting to look nervous.

“Thank you,” he said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. He hoped that this wouldn’t ruin your friendship, or your holiday plans. But over your interactions his feelings had only grown.

But you clearly didn’t dislike it, pulling back to smile brightly at him before leaning back in to nip at his bottom lip. With a groan he pulled you in and onto his lap.

Lucy had decided to come back to your shared dorm for the night, instead of staying with Kelce. Being loved up was so exciting, but she was missing spending time with just you.

But when she opened the door she was quick to change her mind. Flicking a text to Kelce, and then one to you she turned on her heal and tried to hold her giggles in until she was further down the hall.

From the looks of it, you and Rafe were definitely together now. Lucy thought for a moment, and then created a group chat, named it ‘Double Date’ and sent the photo she had just taken of you both.

[frostbitebakery]

There’s a room where the Light won’t find you

Surrender AU

There are certain misconceptions when it comes to the… the them of them, Cody has to admit.

“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says instead of answering the same question the Commander has asked him twice now. The statement sits uncomfortable under his breastbone. He lost count how often he’s had to say it in his life.

“Are you that codependent,” the replica of his mouth snarks back. Curious, usually he and his counterparts have more patience than this.

The answer to that is a definite yes. Obi-Wan and he, they’re woven together. Only Obi-Wan’s lightsaber could cut them apart. He wonders where it is after they’ve taken it from its resting place above his heart.

“You’ll protect it,” Obi-Wan had asked, voice cracking and begging, closing Cody’s palms around the weapon’s hilt. It had been after Ghost had rescued them from that hellhole, after Obi-Wan’s hands had become too weak to wield his lightsaber despite the trials of reconstructive surgeries and physical therapy.

“Like your life,” Cody had sworn, lips finally not sore anymore from the ripped out stitches, the punishments from their captors that were so much more effective when delivered on Cody than Obi-Wan himself.

“I would like to have proof of life of my General,” he says again.

The Commander pushes out a sigh. “He’s… okay.”

Debatable. Cody isn’t there and no one knows - can know - how Obi-Wan’s hands spasm after a while, how his knee is acting up. How his grip on himself has been slipping, recently. The tight control even in the chaos had held steady for so long. Because even changed like this, Obi-Wan has been a master of his own self. Until they found these counterparts at least.

They’re so Light, hammers into Cody’s head.

“General Kenobi is asking him some questions himself,” the Commander states like he’s dangling bait.

Cody sincerely wishes him good luck with that. Getting an answer to “What do you want for breakfast” is a discovery of heretofore unknown wells of patience and the higher ground most days. Honey toast, by the way. “I would like to have proof of life of my General.”

Cody, they’re so Light. Obi-Wan is alone with a beacon to the Light he’s been desperately searching for in dozens of universes. He will do something well-thought-through and stupidly risky.

The Commander watches him for a few long moments, and Cody watches right back. He doesn’t smirk in triumph when the Commander activates the comm on his vambrace.

“General, could you put—,” Cody’s mouth twitches at the Commander’s faltering, the steeling for the reality of them, “the Sith on the comm?”

A moment later Obi-Wan is in the holo. Bound but whole, because the good guys don’t believe in torture. “Are you alright?” he asks, sickly golden eyes roving over what the holo displays of Cody.

Cody smiles, softening further once Obi-Wan echoes him with his own. “Yes. You?”

There’s misconceptions about them. Other people’s delusions of knowing them seem to think Obi-Wan and he can only be brutal, be cruel and harsh. Towards everyone else, and towards each other. Trapped in a bloody dance or something rivaling that kind of stupid. Those people don’t, thankfully, know the gentleness flowing through their touches. They kiss the other in reverence, soft and precious monster. What is between them, a connection forged in blood and pain, is anything but. It’s the one thing where they’re truly selfish. Holding each other close, burrowed into each other.

When Obi-Wan had asked him what he wants, the answer had been simple and sprouting thorns.

“You,” Cody had answered, sure and steadfast.

Obi-Wan had almost flinched, cane scraping over the floor. “Even as I am now?”

Always. At every second their lives had existed in orbit to each other. Every possible face Obi-Wan had worn, Cody had wanted him. But— “I think,” he had replied, stroking the paper-thin grey skin under a yellow eye, “this is the only version I’m allowed to have.”

“I miss you,” Obi-Wan says on the holo, and Cody goes cold.

“Obi-Wan, don’t—“

The connection winks out and he knows that it was Obi-Wan, that the Force suppression cuffs must have some fault he detected and exploited.

He whips his head up, urgency clocking in inside his chest and ticking. “Stun him,” he grits out, just to not yell, and startles the Commander. “Make him unconscious any way necessary.” He swallows. “But please don’t kill him.” I need him.

[oh-meretseger]

part 2 (of whatever this is) - Clean Freak

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: 18+! smut (there will be a lot more coming, I’m pouring all my fantasies into this fic lmao so bear with me), Jean being quite a pervert, fantasizing about oral, masturbation

word count: 3,4k

“You're gonna let Jean see you in THAT?!" Sasha yelled out suddenly, right after she promised to stay when Jean was coming over to your dorm to finally finish your project. You had to complete it by Friday, and it was already Wednesday, leaving you the most frustrated with Jean you've ever been. His immature approach to the whole thing made you question how he even got admission to college. The way he ignored all the work and instead kept stealing your notes, your glasses, he pulled your hair, poked his fingers between your ribs made you think he was actually a toddler in an muscular man's giant costume...

"Yeah, you're right, I can't show any surface of skin around that manchild" you glanced in the mirror, and quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants to slide over the tight shorts that covered definitely too little. Your arms were already covered in bruises due to all the damn poking, pinching and suffering Jean put you through this week. You couldn't let him target your legs next.

Since that ominous day in the library, Jean was more insufferable than ever. You had a feeling that it had to do with the multiple seconds you were kneeling on his lap, pressed up against his chest and face... And the awkward, quiet minutes after that you spent trying to hide your blood red face. You tried to ignore the heat that spread through your body whenever that moment popped into your mind, because it just left you confused.

You also tried not to look Jean into his eyes after that, if not necessary, but you could definitely sense him get ten times more irritating since.

And working on that project with him became impossible.

But you guys finally managed to arrange you and Sasha getting a two-bed dorm room together, and it seemed like the perfect, most peacful place to finally finish the project. With Sasha being there, you hoped you both would detain from bullying the hell out of each other, and actually get the work done.

"Pookie, stop covering up, just let it happen" Sasha laughed, sitting on her bed while watching as your movements became nervous. You turned to her confused. "How long are y'all going to pretend you're not into each other?"

You blushed instantly and turned away, hoping she wouldn't see you getting embarassed right away. What is she talking about?

"Sasha-" you awkwardly searched for the right words to reply, and Sasha chuckled again. "Stop being crazy. We're not into each other"

"Sure, Jan" she replied raising her eyebrows, and you let out a giggle at the joke. Although you wanted her to know how much of an insane idea it was to think that you and Jean...

"He's a damn playboy, he probably has a roaster of girls from around the campus that I definitely wouldn't fit into" you said your thoughts out loud while folding the few pieces of clothes laying around on your bed. "He's an annoying idiot anyway"

"He doesn't have a roaster of girls, actually. But I see why you would think that" Sasha smiled as she watched your movements in the mirror. "He does seem like an arrogant jock, but I've known him for years. He's a sweetheart. And there's definitely something between you two, so stop denying it to yourself, missy”

You quickly turned your back to her while quietly smiling at her words. You hoped she couldn't see, but she chuckled as she caught a glimpse of the curve of your lips in the mirror. Sasha grabbed the pair of jeans laying next to her and started changing her comfy joggers.

"He does seem arrogant, and he makes me go insane on purpose" you frowned, putting the stack of folded clothes away to your closet. "But I've only known him for a few months, so surely, you know him better"

"I do, and he's great. And don't call me Shirley" Sasha jumped from the bed, trying to use the momentum to get her butt into the tight jeans, and you bursted out laughing as you turned to her.

Your smile faded rather quickly as you saw her changing her shirt as well, as if she was getting ready to go out.

"Where are you going?!"

"Oooh sorry, Y/N, I forgot I already made plans with Hisu to go out, we're getting froyo" her eyes sparked with pure joy at those last few words, and you felt yourself shatter, instantly starting to panic.

"NO! You promised you would stay!"

"I knowww, I really am sorry" Sasha pouted, and quickly grabbed her cute little crotcheted bag on her way to the door, as you both heard a loud knock. That pout was SO fake, you knew she was doing this on purpose... Whatever her goal was. "I'll bring you a cup of that blueberry one you like, I promise"

"YOU PRO-" you froze in your place as Sasha reached the door and it swung open, revealing Jean standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Jean!" Sasha looked up at him with the most cheerful, chirping voice, as if she didn't just betray you with this evil surprise of hers. Of course, she'd made no plans to go out with Hisu whatsoever, but she did miss her, and getting multiple cups of froyo sounded like a great afternoon plan. Besides, she did want to leave you and Jean to be in private, completely alone...

"Hi, are you not-"

"No, no, no, I've got EXTREMELY important places to be" Sasha cut Jean off as she grabbed him by his jersey, then yanked him through the doorway and into the room. You stood there in shock, watching her leave you, with him, to suffer.

"Sasha!"

"Bye, pookies!"

BANG. The door slammed shut behind her, and you two were left there, completely alone. Your eyes darted to him, and Jean adjusted the jersey on his chest that Sasha nearly ripped apart a few seconds ago.

He was clearly coming from hockey practice, you could tell not only by the oversized jersey he wore, but also by the way his hair looked. It was messy, a few ashy brown strands sticking to his temple, wet with sweat, although it seemed like he did try to quickly comb it back. His face was flushed, the skin on his cheekbones and nose dusted with a reddish tint, his lips plump and wet from the empty water bottle he held in his hand. Your eyes wandered to the stubble on his sharp jawline, fading down to his neck. The skin slightly glistened from sweat, the muscles creating lines of shadow as he raised his head...

"The hell's wrong with her" he murmured frowning, looking up to see you staring right at him. As the hazel eyes met with yours, the heat forming in your center turned into a definite warm, tingling sensation between your legs, and you felt yourself starting to melt.

What. The. Hell.

There's no way you're getting wet at the sight of this idiot, dripping with sweat, smelling like a boy's locker room.

"I don't know, she's in silly goose mode today" you quickly shrugged and turned your head to break the few moments of silence of you looking into each other's eyes. Jean held back a smile forming on his face, and he dropped his backpack on the rug next to your bed.

"Sorry for being late, practice lasted a little longer than I expected" he apologized, throwing himself on the end of your bed without a second thought. You instantly felt your stomach drop at the thud, and turned to see the most horrific sight you could ever imagine.

Jean's sweaty, dirty body laying on your clean, white bedsheets.

"JEAN!"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Jean yelled out, half-laughing from the element of surprise, as he tried to defend himself from your immediate attack. You jumped on the bed and started pushing his body down with all the strength you could gather. "AGH, you're breaking my ribs, you rat!"

"Get off of my bed, you're fucking dirty!" you groaned as Jean put his big ass palm on your forehead, trying to get you off of him. An intense wave of anger fueled your effort to move the sweaty body twice as big as yours. "You're getting your sweat all over my stuff!"

"You should be grateful for any bodily fluid of a man touching your stuff" Jean laughed, and moved his palm to cover and smush the whole of your face, when you decided that pushing with your hands was not enough, and started bullying his ribcage with your knee. Your shouts were muffled by his hand pressed into your face, but instead of giving up, you decided to let your teeth do the talking for you. "AARGH!"

Jean's muscles lost their defensive tension due to the  sharp pain of your teeth sinking into his palm, and taking adventage of his momentary weakness, you pushed him as hard as you could. His body rolled over and landed on the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

"You're fucking insane" Jean pushed himself to slowly sit up, examining his other hand that you injured with a painful hiss leaving his mouth.

"PTUH, did you not wash your hands after digging in dirt?!" you growled at him, trying to spit out the dirty taste his hand left in your mouth. But that's what you get for biting him, you guessed.

You frantically started brushing off your face when you realized, it was not only your mouth that Jean's dirty palm got smushed into, but also the precious skin of your face.

"Yeah, I jerked off with that hand after that, hope you like the taste" Jean scoffed at you, but the smug look on his face quickly turned into an honest burst of chuckle as he watched you stick out your tongue, trying to get him out of your mouth by the little spitting sounds you were doing.

"You're a prick"

"And you're clinically insane, but here we are" he replied, then pushed himself from the floor to stand up. You followed his actions, then stepped to your closet as you shook your head.

"Here" you threw your largest oversized t-shirt you could find in his direction, and he reached to catch it, followed by the clean towel tossed to his chest. "You can take a shower here"

"A shower?"

"You will NOT rub your sticky body all over my bed" you crossed your arms, looking over to him. You could feel your lips curve into a smile, seeing the confused look on his face, still flushed from running from practice and of course brutally fighting with you. Confusion on that smug face of Jean's was a rare sight to see.

And it was kinda cute.

Huh?

You quickly shook your head to get rid of the stupid thoughts, and pointed your finger in the direction of the bathroom of your dorm. "You stink"

"Get off my back, I'll sit on the chair then" Jean gestured towards the only chair in the room, being Sasha's comfy rolling desk chair - which she definitely didn't want smelling of a dirty, sweating man. You shook your head. "C'mon, I skipped showering and dropped off my stuff at my dorm just to get here in time because of your bitching ass!"

"Don't care, didn't ask" you replied with a snarky, forced smile, and tossed a pair of Connie's sweatpants to him. He lended it to Sasha a few days back, after she yeeted a bucket of chocolate ice cream into her lap at Connie’s and Jean’s dorm.

"Thanks, dipshit" Jean grimaced right back at you, and accepting his loss, turned his back to you to walk into your bathroom. You couldn't help staring at the broad shoulders, his wide back muscles moving under the jersey as he moved, just like his glute muscles under the sweatpants that became visible where the jersey rode up... "Hey, these are my sweats!"

"Tell Connie, he's the one giving away your stuff" you replied with a smirk. "You're welcome, by the way"

Jean shut the door behind him, and you threw yourself on your bed, burying your face in your hands. What the actual fuck is happening in your head?

Jean in your bathroom, on the other hand, was not so confused by his feelings as you were by yours.

He stood in front of the sink and lifted the shirt you gave him up to his face. He closed his eyes as the familiar smell of you filled his nose. It was a clean, kind of a sweet scent, that he knew exactly from all the times he got into your face, bullying you to insanity in the past few weeks.

He smiled to himself at the thought, and threw the clean clothes on the edge of the sink. It was a small bathroom, full of a bunch of shampoo bottles, cream jars, serums, pots, and whatever other girly products he couldn't identify to save his life. There was not much room to put any of his stuff.

Jean started taking his clothes off, and he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the sink. You were kinda right, he did look dirty. His hair was a mess, a few strands dripping of sweat and stuck to his face and neck.

He saw you staring at it when he caught your eyes after Sasha left.

Maybe you thought of him the same way he thought of you? The way he still saw you as a stuck up little nerd, but found you more and more attractive the more he got under your skin, just turned him on so much. More than anything. Maybe it was because your angry moments made your tough, icy shell break, that you specifically made just to hide from him. And under that shell, you were not the mousy dork you wanted him to see.

His dirty, sweat-drenched clothes dropped on the tile floor one by one, as Jean got completely undressed. He saw you getting flustered more and more frequently, when you two were close to each other. He wondered if you thought of him getting naked in that small bathroom right now.

You absolutely did. You felt your cheeks growing warm under your palms, as you laid there, face still buried in your hands, Jean getting undressed on the other side of the door being the only thought in your mind. You wanted to stop the thoughts, but they sent waves of warmth down your body, making you throb in your panties...

And it felt good.

You've been denying the pleasure of letting these thoughts flow free for weeks now. You gave up. He was within a few feet from you, and he was probably already naked.

Jean grabbed the clean towel, and swiftly looked around to find a place to put it, where it'll be within reach from the shower. There was a wicker basket half-full of clothes, with a familiar pair of socks thrown on the top, covered in small little teddy bears. That was definitely Sasha's. Next to it was what looked like another laundry box. That must be yours.

Jean stopped for a moment. Instead of simply using it as a temporary towel holder, he stepped closer to the box and slowly lifted the lid.

Yes, it was definitely yours.

After a quick glance at the closed door, he carefully reached into it, pulling out a familiar lilac top of yours. He remembered it, because it was quite a tight one, not like your usual baggy t-shirts that you liked to hide under. This one top made it hard for him not to look at the round outlines of your perfect tits, your nipples poking through the thin fabric. Jean lifted the top to his nose, getting a whiff of your sweet scent.

Jean felt like such a fucking pervert at that moment. There has never been a need for him to get creepy, he could basically get any girl he wanted. There was not one time when he felt called to stalk on anyone, or act out of line, being in their bathroom and smelling their used clothes.

Dear lord.

He almost, almost convinced himself to cut it off, and just take a shower. But as he reached to drop the lilac top back in the box, a pair of panties caught his eye on top of the laundry. Fuck.

Jean already felt himself getting hard as he pulled out the soft piece of fabric, and felt it between the tips of his fingers. It was a simple cotton pair, with a blue little bow at the top. Jean closed his eyes, imagining the bow sitting right above your little pussy, and blood flowed into his groin, his cock getting rock hard in no time.

He let out a quiet sigh as he imagined how your wet folds must taste just as sweet and salivating as you smelt. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was extremely wrong... But he also couldn't stop now.

Jean wrapped his fingers around his hardened cock, and jerked himself a little bit while thinking of how he would lick and tease your little clit through this soft fabric. His tip started glistening with precum as the thought of you moaning in pleasure filled his mind. Your eyes would be looking into his, your long eyelashes blinking down at him, practically pleading him to pull the panties aside and lick your wet, creamy center.

"Holy shit" Jean whispered with a quiet, low groan and hesitated for a moment, before wrapping the pair of panties around his achingly hard cock. He had to gather all his strength to hold back his moans as he started to slide them up and down on his shaft. This is so wrong.

But he so desperately wanted to be inside of you.

He bit down on his lower lip, tightening your panties around the head of his cock. The precum leaking from the tip started to form a wet little patch on the fabric. The softness of it, your smell still lingering in his nose and overwhelming his senses, the image in his head of your legs spread wide open for him... It just felt so fucking good.

Jean started to let out a few quiet sighs as he let himself enjoy the thought of eating you out, then the whole of his body jerked in shock as a loud knock on the bathroom door stopped him in his tracks.

"Jean, what the hell are you doing? Quit admiring yourself in the mirror and get in the shower, we don't have all day" you yelled through the door. It took you multiple seconds to talk yourself out of peeping through the keyhole.

Jean quickly dropped the panties back into the laundry box and closed the lid. You heard the shower start running in no time, and you threw yourself on the bed again, as if burying your face in the pillows made all your dirty little thoughts of him go away. You imagined as water ran down on his skin, wetting his hair, dripping from his most sensitive parts...

"Holy fucking shit, I'm out of my mind" you murmured into the pillow, and cursed Sasha for leaving you to suffer in this situation.

And for being so right about you being into him.

In little less than ten minutes, the bathroom door swung open and with a cloud of hot steam around him, Jean appeared wearing the clean clothes you gave him. You sat up on your bed, and instantly bursted out laughing at the sight.

His own grey sweatpants obviously fit him right, but the large t-shirt you lended him was so tight around his chest and shoulders, it looked like it was moments from tearing apart. Not to mention the length of the shirt on his tall frame left the lower part of his stomach completely uncovered.

"I like your crop top, babygirl" you grinned looking up at his face, and Jean frowned, but you could see the glimpse of the smile he was holding back. You forced yourself to ignore the wetness you felt spreading in your panties as you looked at his happy trail peeking from under your shirt. The V-line formed by his hips lead your eyes right down to the crotch of his sweatpants, and you felt yourself blush again.

This was going to be a misery, that was for sure.

"Shut up, clean freak" Jean growled and occupied his well deserved place on the end of your bed.

[lyn31]

I seriously can't get enough of your story 😍 so can i request one where zayne went on a boys trip with the twins? Maybe when the twins are older and they went camping to spend boys time while MC and Serena spends their girls day too, going shopping and spa day 😂

Thank youu! I'm glad you like them! 🥹☺️ I try my best and honestly you guys give such a great prompt, how can I not? 🫶🏻

And uhh I might've going ham with this prompt... Hopefully you don't mind! It's still capture the bonding vibes! Let me know what you think! 👀💕

P.S. This is quite late but I hope you enjoy them!

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Girls vs Boys 🏆💖

Summary

During a chaotic but heartfelt trips split between parents and kids, a playful competition brings a family closer together, culminating in a quiet, tender night where distance can't dim their love.

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Notes

Pairing: Zayne x MC/Reader Parenthood AU, family competition, silly, banter, chaos, family fluff, split trips!

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The living room is wrapped in soft, sleepy light, the only real glow coming from holographic screen. The popcorn bowl sits abandoned on the coffee table, half-empty and a little stale, but no one seems to mind. Serena is curled on the floor against the couch, absently scrolling on her phone between glances at the movie.

You’re half-watching, half-dozing, tucked under a blanket and pressed against Zayne's side, his arm loosely around you, a mug of tea in his other hand. Callum and Lucas, meanwhile, are sitting on the edge of the couch cushions, completely locked into the movie like it's the greatest event of the year.

Onscreen, the boys in the film are in the middle of some ridiculous river-jumping stunt, whooping and splashing, while the girls sit primly on a blanket, reading magazines and complaining about getting their shoes wet. It's meant to be funny, but the second the scene plays out, Callum wrinkles his nose, arms crossed tight against his chest.

"Why are the girls just sitting there?" he asks flatly, like he's personally offended.

You snort a quiet laugh. "Maybe they don't want to get wet."

Callum doesn't even look away from the screen, eyebrows drawn. "They're at a river. That's the whole point."

Lucas grins, kicking his feet against the coffee table. "Maybe they're scared they'd lose their fake eyelashes," he throws out, a little too gleefully.

Zayne hums, setting his mug down with a muted clink. "A tragic loss, no doubt," he says dryly.

Serena snorts softly but doesn't bother looking up from her phone.

Callum leans forward, elbows on his knees, taking it way too seriously. "It’s not even about the river," he mutters, almost to himself. "It's about having fun. How can they have no fun? Just sitting there?"

You nudge him with your foot under the blanket. "Not everyone thinks jumping into a freezing river is fun, Cal."

He shrugs like you’ve just proven his point. "Then do something else. It's weird if you can't have fun at all."

Lucas starts laughing, pointing an accusatory finger. "You’re saying that, but you stayed inside for like three hours playing chess with Dad last weekend."

Callum barely blinks. "Chess is fun."

He says it so matter-of-factly that even Zayne huffs a low laugh, lifting his cup to hide his smile.

You catch Zayne's glance over the rim of his tea, that subtle, traitorous spark in his eyes. He lets the silence stretch before murmuring, "Perhaps they are simply displaying a refined sense of leisure."

You squint at him, pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders. "Are you implying I'm boring?"

Zayne doesn’t even pretend to deny it. He sets his tea down and leans back, looking perfectly relaxed as he says, "Merely drawing comparisons, my love."

Lucas, sensing blood in the water, jumps right in. "Well... it’s kinda true, Mom. You don’t really go out anymore unless someone makes you. Mostly me. Any of you, actually, I’m the only one that go out in this household."

Callum perks up immediately, ignoring the indirect jab at himself. "Yeah! Even sis only goes out if her friends ask her. Otherwise, she just stays home all weekend."

Serena lifts her head at that, slow and cold like a cat eyeing a particularly stupid bird. Her face is blank, but her stare is sharp.

You press a hand dramatically over your heart. "Wow. My own children. Mutiny."

Serena shifts just enough to tilt her chin up, voice smooth and unimpressed. "I choose not to waste my energy on unnecessary outings."

Lucas howls with laughter, clapping his hands once. "She makes it sound like survival training!"

Before you can retaliate, Zayne’s voice cuts through, low and deliberate. "Perhaps we should determine which side is truly more adept at enjoying themselves."

Callum, naturally, sits up even straighter. "Boys versus girls."

You toss the blanket off your shoulders and lean forward, grinning like you're ready to start a war. "You really think you can out-fun us?"

Serena doesn't even hesitate, her phone finally forgotten as she lifts her eyes, bright with the spark of a challenge. "Challenge accepted."

Lucas looks between you and Serena, then between Zayne and Callum, the conflict clear on his face. His loyalty is visibly tearing him apart.

Zayne reaches over and ruffles his hair, calm and merciless. "Choose wisely."

Lucas lets out a high-pitched squeak of betrayal. "I—I'm with the boys," he blurts, and instantly looks like he regrets it when you fix him with your best betrayed glare. Which only last for so long.

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The house feels lighter the next morning, charged with that strange, chaotic energy only kids on a mission can create. Sunlight spills through the windows in wide stripes, the smell of coffee curling through the air as you shuffle into the kitchen, still in your pajamas.

Zayne is already there, dressed and terrifyingly awake, sipping from his mug like he didn’t just spend the night plotting with your sons. You eye him suspiciously over the rim of your own coffee cup.

He offers you a mild look, like he's completely innocent.

You’re not fooled for a second.

From the living room comes the sound of shuffling papers and the unmistakable screech of markers against a whiteboard.

You blink. "Please tell me they’re not—"

Zayne sets his mug down with a soft clink. "Organizing strategic operations? I would never interfere in such noble pursuits."

You narrow your eyes and march into the living room, mug in hand.

Serena’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, flipping through her phone with a long-suffering look. Lucas is on his stomach, legs kicking idly in the air, while Callum stands at the whiteboard — where did they even get that — furiously sketching out some kind of insane tournament bracket.

When he sees you, Callum gestures dramatically toward the board with the marker, accidentally smudging part of his carefully drawn grid. "Mom, we’re making it official. We’re keeping score."

You sip your coffee slowly, watching this madness unfold.

Lucas pushes himself up on his elbows. "We need to plan what we’re doing too, Mom. Girls versus boys. We can't just... wing it."

Serena glances up. "I vote a spa day."

You point your coffee mug at her approvingly. "Excellent start."

Callum immediately frowns. "You can't just... relax. That's not showing you’re better at having fun."

Serena tilts her head, unbothered. "Maybe the fact that we know how to relax is proof enough."

Lucas leans over and stage-whispers to Callum, loud enough that you definitely hear him. "I don’t think they get it."

You set your coffee down on the table and crack your knuckles, grinning wide. "Alright, gentlemen. You want competition? You’re gonna get it."

Zayne appears behind you, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder, voice perfectly composed. "I do hope you're prepared for the inevitable."

You glance back at him. "When we win, you’re buying me new shoes."

He just smiles, slow and inscrutable, the kind of smile that makes you want to simultaneously kiss him and throw something at him.

Callum uncaps another marker — different color, obviously for official documentation purposes — and writes in big, messy letters across the top of the board.

THE ULTIMATE FUN-OFF.

Lucas helpfully adds, underneath in smaller writing.

(boys win)

You reach over with your free hand and flick his ear gently. "We'll see about that."

The day spirals from there. Lists start appearing — scribbled on the backs of receipts, napkins, the margins of old homework sheets. The boys argue about whether camping counts as more "fun" than golfing.

Serena starts Googling luxury hotel day spas with an intensity that makes you proud. Zayne, the traitor, is calmly suggesting "team-building activities" to the twins like he’s coaching a corporate retreat.

It’s official. For the next two days, it’s all-out war.

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Saturday morning hits like a starting gun.

The house buzzes with a kind of frantic excitement — duffel bags by the door, packed lunches crammed into backpacks, Serena calmly adjusting her sunglasses like she’s already won, and Lucas bouncing from foot to foot like an overcaffeinated rabbit.

You’re triple-checking your tote bag while Zayne leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching the chaos with that irritatingly serene little smile. Like a man who's already accepted his fate.

The twins are a hurricane.

Callum slings a sleeping bag over his shoulder like a knight ready for battle. Lucas tries — and fails — to zip his jacket one-handed while waving a list in the other.

Serena, cool as ever, tucks a printed reservation confirmation into her bag. "Spa, then shopping, then dinner," she says, ticking the points off on her fingers. "No room for failure."

You smirk, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "We’ll be the picture of elegance."

Callum, overhearing, scoffs loudly. "You can’t win at elegance."

Serena’s lips curve into a dangerous little smile. "Can and will."

Zayne pushes off the wall, plucking the keys off the hook by the door. "Let’s not keep the competition waiting."

At the threshold, there’s a brief, chaotic tangle of goodbyes and last-minute sabotage.

Callum boldly holds out his hand for a shake — official-like, serious — and you grasp it with the solemnity of a general meeting a worthy opponent.

"We'll try not to have too much fun without you," you say, voice syrup-sweet.

Lucas, already halfway out the door, yells over his shoulder, "You’re gonna lose so bad!"

You call after him, cupping your hands around your mouth dramatically, "Tell the river we said hi when you chicken out of jumping in!"

Zayne chuckles, shaking his head, guiding the twins toward the car. He casts one last glance back at you, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"You'll surrender by nightfall," he says smoothly.

You grin. "Dream bigger, darling."

And with that, the doors slam — two cars peeling out in opposite directions like it’s some kind of ridiculous family action movie.

Operation Fun-Off has officially begun.

And no matter who wins, you already know it’s going to be one hell of a weekend.

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The drive out to the campground is full of loud arguing over which songs to play, Lucas singing badly on purpose, and Zayne calmly regretting every life decision that led him to this moment.

By the time they pull into the dirt parking lot at the edge of the forest, the twins are practically vibrating with excitement.

Callum unbuckles before the car even stops moving, ready for war.

Lucas is plastered against the window, gasping dramatically. "There's a real lake! Dad, there’s a lake! We’re gonna swim, right?"

Zayne, shutting off the engine and sipping the last of his coffee with resigned grace, says, "Assuming you survive tent construction."

Callum’s already yanking the trunk open, barking orders like a miniature general.

"Lucas, get the poles! Dad, we need the tarp first! We have to make camp before anything else!"

Lucas immediately drops his duffel on the ground with a thud and salutes.

"Aye-aye, Captain Nerd."

Zayne lifts an eyebrow, utterly unbothered. "How fortunate that neither of you are in charge of a real expedition."

They tromp down the wooded path to their reserved spot — a sunny clearing ringed with towering pines, with the lake glittering just through the trees.

It’s… actually perfect.

Zayne sets down the cooler and stretches, surveying the site like he’s mentally already assigning survival odds.

Callum gets to work immediately, unfolding the tents with surgical precision.

Lucas, meanwhile, gets distracted within thirty seconds — chasing a grasshopper, inspecting weird mushrooms, dramatically gasping every time he finds a pinecone.

Zayne handles it like a professional.

He helps Callum hammer in the stakes, corrects Lucas’s lopsided sleeping bag setup without comment, and listens patiently as Callum lectures on "optimal wind resistance" like he’s applying for a PhD.

When one of the tent poles smacks Lucas in the forehead — his own fault — naturally, Zayne wordlessly uses his Evol and presses it against the kid’s head with a soft, "Cause and effect."

Ten minutes later, the camp is up. Two tents, a firepit prepped, and the lake calling like a siren in the distance.

Callum beams proudly at their work, hands on his hips.

Lucas is already shirtless, halfway to the water, yelling back,

"C'mon, old man! Last one in is a rotten pinecone!"

Zayne sighs like a man bearing the weight of the world… then calmly toes off his shoes and follows them down to the lake, a small smile in his face.

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Meanwhile, somewhere far from dirt and bugs, the girls arrive at their hotel in style.

The valet practically jogs over when you pull up — the car not even fully stopped before he's offering to unload your bags with a polished smile.

You stretch your arms overhead, stepping out into the warm afternoon sun, already feeling like you made the correct life choice.

Serena steps out after you, giving the hotel a once-over — her gaze sweeping from the sparkling glass windows to the neatly pruned hedges.

She hums thoughtfully, like she’s reviewing a case file.

You nudge her lightly with your elbow. "Approval rating?"

She shrugs, acting unimpressed, but still grins anyway. "It'll do."

You laugh, pulling your bag over your shoulder as you text Zayne.

Hope you remembered how to make fire, caveman🔥

No response yet. Probably busy setting up... or rescuing Lucas from a rogue squirrel.

Inside, the lobby smells faintly of lavender and fresh linen, the air conditioning hitting just right after the drive.

You check in, grab your key cards, and head toward the elevator, already dreaming of the spa package you booked.

Serena walks beside you, scrolling her phone idly.

Then, she glances over and says, "We should send them a picture."

You blink. "Now?"

She lifts one brow. "Tactical psychological advantage."

You snort, already pulling out your phone. "You're evil. I love it."

You drag Serena into a quick selfie — both of you smirking like you own the place, hotel chandeliers glinting dramatically behind you.

You slap a filter on it because you’re not above being a little petty and caption it.

[Girls: 1 | Boys: 0]

Hit send.

You tuck your phone away like it’s a done deal.

You're just stepping into the elevator when your phone buzzes back.

New message from Zayne.

You open it — and immediately laugh.

It’s a photo of Callum and Lucas midair, frozen in time as they cannonball into a glittering lake — arms flailing, faces pure chaos.

Zayne’s caption underneath, dry as ever.

Progress report: unbroken spirits. Minor casualties probable.

You grin so wide it makes your cheeks hurt.

Serena leans over to see and simply says, deadpan.

"They're going to get pneumonia."

You sling an arm around her shoulders as the elevator doors close.

"Let them live a little."

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The moment Zayne hits send, a loud splash erupts from the lake.

Two bodies crash into the water in near perfect unison, a wave of ripples spreading outward like a small explosion.

Callum surfaces first, shaking the water from his hair like a golden retriever, eyes gleaming.

Lucas pops up a second later, coughing and laughing, wiping water from his face.

"You got water up your nose?" Callum grins, swimming lazily toward him.

"Obviously," Lucas sputters, flailing one arm to send a splash right at Callum’s head.

From where he stands on the dock, Zayne watches the chaos with a patient kind of amusement — one hand in his jacket pocket, the other holding his phone.

A few droplets hit his boots. He doesn’t even flinch.

"Do try not to drown before dinner," he calls, voice even.

Callum yells back, "We're fine!"

Lucas just floats on his back, giving a clumsy thumbs-up to the sky.

Zayne’s mouth lifts. He steps back slightly from the water’s edge, tucking his phone away, glancing toward their campsite.

Their tents are already up — two neat domes nestled between the trees, with the campfire spot cleared and ready.

Supplies are stacked in organized piles: cooler, lanterns, folded chairs. He’d let the boys “help,” of course. Supervising their lopsided tent-tying with the quiet patience of a man pretending not to correct everything afterward.

Now, with the sun lowering and the lake catching streaks of gold, it feels almost... perfect.

Zayne crouches down by the dock, waiting for them to swim closer.

Callum reaches first, grabbing the wood slats and pulling himself up, dripping and grinning.

Lucas follows, panting and flushed from the cold.

"We win, right?" Lucas asks breathlessly, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead.

Zayne raises an eyebrow, dry as the desert.

"You’ve succeeded in getting wet and mildly hypothermic. Congratulations."

Callum snorts, shaking out his hair like a dog again.

"We’re gonna win this whole weekend," he says, completely confident.

Lucas nods eagerly, shivering but proud.

Zayne stands, brushing nonexistent dust from his jeans.

"Then perhaps you should begin by changing into something less likely to freeze you alive."

Callum salutes like a little soldier.

Lucas almost slips on the wet dock trying to copy him.

Zayne catches him by the back of the collar before he can faceplant. A rescue done so smoothly, Lucas doesn’t even realize it happened until he's upright again.

"Come on," Zayne says, ushering them toward camp. "Dinner awaits. And your inevitable descent into exhaustion."

"Never!" Lucas crows, fist-pumping.

Zayne says nothing, but the slight curve to his mouth is answer enough.

As they trek back up toward camp, shoes squelching and hair dripping trails behind them, Zayne feels the soft buzz of his phone in his pocket.

He lets the boys charge ahead — Lucas challenging Callum to a race that neither of them actually wins because they keep shoving each other — and pulls the device out with a smooth motion.

A new photo lights up the screen.

It’s you and Serena at the spa already —

You’re lounging in plush white robes, feet soaking in steaming water, faces aglow with the kind of smug peace only a good massage and overpriced herbal tea can buy. Serena, true to form, has a smirk on her face, holding up a tiny "V" sign with her fingers.

You, meanwhile, have your chin tilted high like a queen on her throne, one brow lifted as if daring him to say you weren’t winning this challenge already.

The caption underneath reads.

Real winners know how to relax properly. 💋

Zayne huffs a soft, almost inaudible laugh through his nose. He types back with one hand, thumb moving lazily.

Enjoy your fleeting lead, darling. The boys have already bathed in the sacred waters of victory.

A second buzz — you reply almost immediately.

Sacred waters? Is that what you're calling a mossy lake now? 😂

His mouth twitches. He tucks the phone away before Lucas or Callum can come running back to spy over his shoulder.

He catches up to the boys easily, long strides closing the distance.

Callum’s already digging through the cooler, pulling out hot dogs and marshmallows with the manic energy only a half-drowned ten-year-old can summon.

Lucas is hopping from foot to foot, hyping himself up for s'mores like he's preparing for battle.

Zayne calmly rolls up his sleeves.

It’s going to be a long — and very amusing — night.

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You tuck your phone into the pocket of the ridiculously soft spa robe, the memory of Zayne’s reply still making you smirk to yourself.

The warm air wraps around you like a second blanket. Somewhere nearby, a small waterfall installation murmurs quietly, and the low music thrums against the floor.

Serena slides into the chair next to yours, her hair twisted up in a neat coil, already looking like she belongs in one of those "treat yourself" commercials.

"You know," you murmur, swirling the edge of your water glass, "we are absolutely destroying them in style points."

Serena lifts an eyebrow, "But we still need more.” Then as serious as she can manage, she adds. “Style does not equate to fun. Victory requires substance."

You laugh, reaching for one of the spa menus.

"Since when did you start quoting philosophical battle tactics during a girls’ weekend?"

She hums, plucking a grape from the fruit platter between you. "We need to win after all."

Fair enough.

The attendant approaches with a gentle smile, offering the next scheduled treat: deep tissue massages. Serena stands gracefully. You, a little less so — grinning and bumping her shoulder as you pass.

"Last one to fall asleep during the massage owes the other ice cream," you declare.

"No need," she says without missing a beat. "You'll definitely lose, mom."

You gasp in mock betrayal, letting the warmth and lightness of the moment sink into your bones.

No worries about house chores, no nagging thoughts about whether Callum and Lucas packed enough socks — just now, just this.

And the quiet, perfect knowledge that tomorrow, you'd win this competition with your head held high.

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The massage ends in a blissful, floaty haze.

You barely remember changing out of your spa robe into your comfy dress, barely remembering tugging Serena along by the hand with you through the hotel's grand hallway, giggling under your breath like teenagers sneaking out past curfew.

Serena walks beside you, arms crossed loosely, a faint pink flush still on her cheeks from the massage.

It’s the most relaxed you’ve seen her in weeks — her steps a little lighter, her usual guarded look softened into something almost dreamy.

You nudge her lightly with your elbow.

"Good idea, huh?"

Serena hums, almost smug. "I don't make poor plans."

You snort, shaking your head. Of course she’s enjoying herself — she orchestrated half of this weekend like a tactician preparing for battle.

The restaurant smells like heaven — garlic butter, fresh bread, sizzling meat — and by the time you're seated by the window, your stomach is practically singing.

You tug your phone out, expecting maybe another picture from Zayne — but this time it's Callum taking the picture.

A blurry shot of Lucas roasting a marshmallow that's already half on fire, with Callum's laughing face poking into the corner.

You grin and turn the screen toward Serena.

She leans in, studying it for a second — and then just shakes her head with a small laugh, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Of course they're already burning things."

You snicker. "It's a rite of passage. They're doing it right."

Serena leans back in her chair, stretching her arms overhead lazily, looking more relaxed than she has in months.

"Yeah, but we're still winning," she says easily. "No offense to charred marshmallows, but I'm about to demolish an entire steak."

You tap back a quick reply.

Meanwhile, we’re about to eat real food like civilized people.

Serena steals a breadstick off the table, twirling it between her fingers.

"Should we really give them hope this early?" she teases.

You narrow your eyes playfully. "You're right. We should crush their spirits after dessert."

That earns a real laugh from her — quick, warm, and completely genuine.

It feels... good. Like you're not just ticking off a "girls' day" list — you're living it.

Dinner comes fast — steaks for both of you, because obviously, you had to match your teenage daughter’s pride-fueled order.

You even toast with your fancy sparkling waters like you're on some diplomatic mission to showcase how much fun you're having without them.

And then — when the plates are cleared, when the waiter brings out a molten lava cake the size of your head — you and Serena exchange a look.

No words needed.

This was the moment.

You swipe your phone out and snap a picture.

The two of you sitting side-by-side, forks plunged dramatically into the gooey cake, Serena flashing a rare, real smile at the camera, you throwing up a peace sign like a proud tourist.

You send it straight to Zayne with one caption.

Living our best lives. 🍰💅

A few seconds later, the little "read" symbol appears next to all their names.

You can practically feel the boys fuming across the map.

Serena leans over to peek at your phone, then lifts her hand for a fist bump.

You bump it without hesitation, laughing.

"Think we broke them?" you ask.

Serena smirks, light and easy.

"Not yet," she says. "But give it an hour."

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“They’re having cakes?!” Lucas says, peering at the picture over Zayne’s shoulder, the marshmallow still burning on the stick he’s holding.

“We have marshmallows, it’s just as sweet.” Callum says calmly.

“That’s not the same!” Lucas replies, throwing his hands up dramatically and Zayne could not help but agreeing in silent about cake being different.

Truth be told, Zayne had planned to bring some cake. They couldn't eat it tomorrow, but at least they could have it tonight.

But when Callum caught him sneaking it into the supplies, he'd immediately vetoed it — said it didn't fit the camping vibe.

So with a heavy heart, the cake is left behind.

Zayne reaches for another marshmallow, skewering it slowly as he watches Callum and Lucas grumble around the fire.

"Clearly," Zayne says, "we are on the verge of a morale crisis."

Lucas slumps dramatically onto the ground beside him. "We're gonna lose because we don't have cake."

"We can still win. We just have to... have more fun." Callum says mildly, tilting his head. He inspects his own half-burnt marshmallow like he's judging it in a culinary contest.

Zayne suppresses a smile, watching them both spiral.

"Alright," he says, setting down his mug of tea. "New plan."

Lucas perks up immediately, always ready for chaos. Callum narrows his eyes suspiciously.

Zayne leans in slightly, the firelight catching in the dark strands of his hair — with a few glints of silver — making him look almost conspiratorial.

"I hereby declare," he says solemnly, "the First Annual Great Nighttime Campfire Challenge."

Lucas sits up straighter. "What's that?"

"Simple," Zayne says. "A series of highly sophisticated, extremely scientific tests to determine who is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the ultimate campfire champion."

"What's the prize?" Callum asks immediately, practical as always.

Zayne lifts a brow. "The knowledge that you salvaged the honor of this camp," he continues. "Also, I'll let the winner pick breakfast tomorrow."

Lucas slaps his knee. "I'm in."

Callum gives a rare grin. "You're on."

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Challenge One: Marshmallow Artistry

Last event. Decorating their marshmallows with "faces" using sticks, charcoal smudges, and pure creativity.

Lucas painstakingly crafts a little charcoal face on his marshmallow — complete with angry eyebrows.

Callum leans into his scientist instincts, carefully shaping his into what looks suspiciously like a marshmallow knight.

Zayne doesn't even bother — he just stabs two tiny holes for "eyes" and calls it minimalist horror.

Lucas insists Zayne's is "way creepier" and demands bonus points.

Zayne records the whole chaotic scene on his phone — shaky footage of Lucas posing his marshmallow "soldiers" dramatically,

Callum critiquing everyone's technique like a food judge, the firelight flickering wildly behind them.

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Challenge Two: One-Sentence Scary Story

Zayne pokes the fire with a stick, sending a shower of sparks into the air.

"Next," he says. "One-sentence horror stories. Quickfire."

Callum clears his throat first, serious as always.

"The tent zipper moved... but no one was outside."

Lucas shudders dramatically.

"Okay, okay, my turn," Lucas says, bouncing.

He lowers his voice for effect. "I opened my backpack... and it whispered, 'Finally.'"

Zayne huffs a soft laugh through his nose. "Creative," he says.

Lucas pumps his fist like he just won an Oscar.

"Dad's turn!" Lucas says, pointing.

Zayne pretends to think, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

Then, dead serious. "The marshmallows burned themselves... and came for revenge."

Callum actually snorts.

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Challenge Three: Shadow Puppet Showdown

Zayne flicks on the camp lantern, aiming it against the side of the tent to cast a wide sheet of light.

"Last test," he says. "Best shadow creature wins."

Lucas immediately tries to form a dragon with his hands, but it ends up looking more like a melted turtle.

Callum, cool and methodical, crafts a surprisingly good-looking wolf howling at an invisible moon.

Lucas whines in outrage. "That’s not fair! You’ve got long fingers! It’s an advantage!"

"You have the same hands," Callum points out, trying not to hit his brother on the head.

Zayne captures the moment on his phone, angling the lens just right to get Lucas’s indignant face and Callum’s smugly perfect wolf in the same frame.

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At the end, Lucas dramatically falls backward onto the grass, arms spread wide.

"I hereby proclaim," he says, starry-eyed, "that we are living our best lives."

Callum just hums in agreement, roasting another marshmallow with calm efficiency.

Zayne finishes the video with a slow pan across the scene — burnt marshmallows, bad shadow puppets, and two boys laughing like idiots under the stars — before pocketing his phone with a rare, soft smile, wondering if they were smiling just as brightly wherever they were.

And later that night, while the boys are winding down in their tents, Zayne quietly sends the video to you.

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The sun creeps lazily through the curtains, painting soft lines across the bed. You’re sprawled on your stomach, one arm dangling off the edge.

You blink blearily, half-buried under the covers, and grope for your phone.

And you see it first.

A video.

You squint at the thumbnail — firelight, figures moving — and swipe it open.

Immediately, laughter crackles from the speaker.

The scene wobbles a little — Zayne’s steady hand holding the phone while Lucas and Callum race around the campfire like idiots, waving burnt marshmallows like they’re staging a medieval battle.

It switches to a different scene where they tell one-sentence horror stories — so bad they make you snort — and then it ended with them doing shadow puppet.

The fire casts everything in golden orange and deep blue shadows, and there’s this hum to it — a warm, simple kind of joy that tugs at your heart.

You grin, feeling your chest squeeze unexpectedly.

“Awww,” you whisper, completely forgetting your whole “crush their spirits” plan.

You replay the video, noticing this time how Zayne stays just behind the camera, his voice dry and amused when he occasionally comments.

You wish — selfishly — he’d turned the lens just a little.

Captured himself there too, caught in that easy, unguarded happiness.

You sigh dramatically, rolling onto your back, cradling the phone to your chest like you’re in some cheesy drama.

"I miss them already, my idiot boys," you mutter.

The bathroom door creaks open, and Serena steps out in a cloud of fresh soap and steam, towel slung around her neck.

"What's that?" she asks, rubbing at her damp hair.

You hold up the phone. "They sent a video," you say, grinning. "It's adorable. Like, actually adorable. Lucas almost set Callum on fire, they did a bunch of things before going to bed. Your dad recorded the whole thing."

Serena wanders over, curious. You hit play again.

This time, Serena watches without a word — just standing there, towel in hand, taking it in.

Her mouth twitches, something small and fond flickering across her face.

That same warm ache stirs in your chest again. Even though she doesn’t say it, you can read it clear as day.

But then — Serena catches herself, sharp as ever.

She claps her hands once, briskly.

"No, Mom. Focus," she says, dead serious. "We have a mission."

You blink, caught between laughing and groaning.

Serena points at you like a coach rallying her team.

"They had their night of marshmallow madness. Now it's our turn to dominate. Today's gonna be even better."

You salute weakly from your bed. "Yes, Commander."

Serena smirks. "Get dressed. Battle resumes after breakfast."

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After breakfast — a ridiculously good spread of fresh fruit, pancakes, and dangerously strong coffee — you and Serena find yourselves standing in front of a miniature golf course that can only be described as aggressively whimsical.

There are neon-colored windmills. A pirate ship with actual cannons that fire bubbles. An enormous plastic dragon with a moving tail guarding the last hole.

Serena surveys the course like a general inspecting a battlefield, arms crossed, lips pursed.

You bump her shoulder lightly with yours.

"You ready to dominate?"

She lifts an eyebrow, deadpan. "Dominate? Mom, I'm about to revolutionize the sport."

You snort, handing her one of the fluorescent pink golf balls.

It starts off simple.

You laugh your way through the first few holes — missing easy shots because you're too busy trash-talking, or getting distracted by the random animatronic animals popping up from hidden traps.

By the fifth hole, Serena's competitive side is fully awake.

She lines up her putt like she’s on the PGA tour, adjusting her stance three times, measuring the angle, squinting at the slight incline of the plastic grass.

You’re mostly trying to not trip over the ridiculously large foam cactus next to the hole.

She sinks her shot perfectly.

You — less so.

Your ball bounces off a pirate’s foot, ricochets off a rock, and somehow ends up in a completely different hole.

Serena claps. "Impressive. Wrong, but impressive."

You throw your arms up. "I call it creative routing," you declare grandly. "You just don't understand my vision, sweetie."

Serena laughs — a real, sharp laugh that echoes across the fake river by the dragon hole.

At one point, when you both reach the castle-themed hole — complete with a mini drawbridge that goes up and down randomly — Serena gets caught mid-putt and the bridge slams shut.

You both absolutely lose it, doubled over laughing as her ball pathetically rolls back toward her feet.

"I'm being sabotaged," she cries dramatically.

"Welcome to the rebellion," you say solemnly.

By the end, neither of you are really keeping score. You're just trying to out-dramatic each other — flopping to the ground after misses, posing heroically after successful shots, fake-arguing over whose ball had more "style points."

When you finally make it through the dragon hole — Serena dramatically riding her victory by pretending to joust with her putter — you feel flushed, happy, and genuinely full in a way that has nothing to do with breakfast.

Serena holds out her hand for a high five, grinning wide and unguarded.

You slap it without hesitation.

Another point for the girls.

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The three of them are perched on a makeshift dock Zayne had scouted earlier — fishing poles in hand, lines lazily drifting in the calm lake water.

It’s peaceful — the kind of easy silence that settles in when nobody feels like they have to fill it.

Lucas is the first to break it, squinting at the end of his pole. "Pretty sure the only thing I’ve caught is algae."

Callum shifts beside him, reeling his line in slow and steady. "You can't rush greatness."

Zayne just hums, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s suppressing a smile.

Not because of the fishing — but because, honestly, seeing them both so content is worth the trip already.

His phone buzzes on the wooden slats beside him.

He picks it up — sees the notification from you — and tilts the screen instinctively so the boys can see too.

The video auto-plays.

You're somewhere around hole fourteen — a ridiculous course where you have to bank your shot off a swinging pirate anchor — when Serena absolutely nails it.

She smacks the ball with just the right amount of force, the anchor swings perfectly out of the way, and the ball swirls dramatically around the cup before sinking in clean.

You and Serena both scream — startled, victorious, and completely unable to stop laughing.

Serena doubles over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

You grab your phone in a rush and spinning it selfie-style to capture both of you — you still cackling like a lunatic, Serena wiping tears of laughter off her cheeks, both of you absolutely riding the high of the moment.

All three boys just stare for a second.

Then Lucas snorts, cracking up. "No way. Look at Mom — she's about to pass out!"

Callum gives a slow, respectful nod. "Legend behavior."

Zayne... doesn't even bother hiding the way his mouth softens.

He watches it twice without even thinking — the easy happiness spilling out of the screen, the way you and Serena mirror each other perfectly even in your chaos.

Lucas leans back, fake wiping a tear. "They're out there living their best lives... and we're here, being patient, noble, strong men—"

His fishing pole gives a sudden jerk. Lucas yells and scrambles, trying to grab it before it shoots off into the lake.

Zayne leans back, "Noble, huh?"

Callum, completely unfazed, strolls over, stands silently at Lucas’s side, offering absolutely no help. "Pull harder." He adds, which make Lucas shoot him a dead glare for a few second before he goes back to pull his pole.

Cue chaos as Lucas tries to "fight" whatever tiny fish is on the line — swearing vengeance, calling it a “sea monster,” nearly falling off the dock.

Zayne gets it all on video. He sends it back to you with the caption.

Some of us are thriving too. 🐟🏆

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Serena leans over your shoulder, snorts loudly. You both are eating your lunch when Zayne's send you the video.

"Men," she says, exasperated. "So noble. So dignified."

You cackle, hitting replay.

She taps the screen thoughtfully. "You know what, Mom? We should bring back souvenirs."

You raise an eyebrow. "Weapons of psychological warfare?"

She grins wickedly. "Exactly. Battle supplies."

You laugh, finish the last of your fries, trading glances over the greasy paper tray like you’re reading each other’s minds.

And then you both move.

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You end up roaming a ridiculous little boardwalk store that sells everything from novelty sunglasses to neon hats shaped like fish.

Serena grabs a set of matching pirate bandanas, waggling her eyebrows. "Intimidation factor: ten out of ten."

You find a T-shirt that says I'd rather be fishing — in glitter font — and hold it up dramatically. "We send this to Lucas. He'll combust."

You pile up a few other stupid prizes — gag gifts, candy shaped like fish, rubber ducks in pirate hats — barely able to carry it all to the counter because you're laughing so hard.

Once the "battle supplies" are secured, you barely pause to catch your breath before heading off to the mani-pedi place — a tiny but ridiculously charming spot with seashell wallpaper and sparkly floors.

Serena picks a bright ocean blue for her nails. You go full chaos: hot pink with tiny glittery fish decals.

When you're finished, you sit side-by-side in the drying chairs, hands outstretched like royalty.

Serena flashes you a grin, holding up her nails. "Best battle armor ever."

You hold yours up to match, snapping a picture of your ridiculous, colorful hands together.

You send it straight to the Zayne —

I think our water theme is much better. 💅🏻💅🏻

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Callum leans over, lets out a low whistle. "That’s... actually kind of terrifying."

Zayne tilts the screen to get a better look.

Hot pink glitter fish and ocean blue — bright, messy, unapologetic.

Exactly like them.

Lucas bolts upright. "No. No, no, no. We need to do something. We need to make history."

Callum tilts his head thoughtfully. "We could build a raft," he offers. "Like in those survival shows."

Lucas lights up immediately. "YES. Brilliant. I love it. Let's show them real skills."

Zayne raises an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his mouth.

"You’re aware," he says mildly, "that building it is only half the battle."

Lucas stands, hands on hips, surveying the lake like he’s about to conquer it. "We build, we conquer. Simple math."

Callum look like he want to argue but then again the conquer part he agree with so he let his brother be.

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Gathering materials takes longer than expected — sticks, thicker branches, anything that looks like it might survive ten minutes in water.

Zayne oversees it calmly, sometimes pointing out which wood is too rotten or too thin without killing their momentum.

Callum ties knots with the single-minded focus of someone trying to impress fate itself.

Lucas insists on testing every piece by swinging it like a sword first.

"You know," Zayne says at one point, as Lucas dramatically jousts a tree, "the raft won't fight back."

Lucas waves him off. "Durability is important, dad."

Somehow — somehow — after an hour of arguing, hauling, and nearly capsizing the project before it even hits the water, the raft is complete.

A lopsided miracle of rope, logs, and chaotic teamwork.

They drag it to the water's edge, breathless and proud.

"You first," Callum tells Lucas, smirking.

Lucas squints suspiciously. "Why me?"

"You have better balance," Callum lies smoothly.

Lucas beams — and steps onto the raft like a true hero.

For about three seconds.

Then the whole thing tilts, dumps him into the lake with a spectacular splash, and rocks right back into place like nothing happened.

Callum actually claps. Zayne just pulls his phone out and films the tail-end of Lucas sputtering up from the water, grinning.

"Send that to Mom!" Lucas yells from the shallows, wiping lake water from his face. "We’re winning!"

Zayne chuckles under his breath — and hits send.

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The sun’s barely dipped below the horizon by the time you and Serena stumble back into your hotel room, still riding the buzz of the day.

The windows are cracked open, letting in the cool evening breeze, and the two of you move in lazy tandem — trading your ridiculous shopping bags for pajamas, peeling off shoes, tossing your new "battle supplies" onto the bed like treasure after a long quest.

"No thoughts," Serena says, already digging out her skincare pouch. "Only serotonin and sheet masks."

You cackle and throw yourself onto the bed, arms splayed. "I second that motion."

But before you dive into the sheet masks and your usual post-adventure routine, you both hear the familiar ping of a new message from your phone.

You grab your phone, swiping it open to reveal the latest video from the boys — the raft disaster. You can’t help but snicker as it auto-plays.

Lucas is sputtering in the lake, the raft tipping over in a ridiculously cinematic fashion. Callum’s standing by, looking mildly entertained, and Zayne is filming the whole thing with a faint, amused smile tugging at his lips. The video ends with Lucas shouting that they’re “winning” while dripping wet.

You laugh loudly, and Serena deadpans, “If we didn’t already have enough reasons to roast them…”

Within minutes, you’re both in your pajamas, faces plastered with cooling sheet masks — Serena’s a shimmering silver one that makes her look like a futuristic warrior; yours has bright pink flamingos on it, because of course it does.

You snap a photo together — masks on, thumbs up, peace signs — and fire it to Zayne without even thinking.

Relaxing with style and less cleaning needed. ✨

You try not to laugh because of your mask but it slips anyway.

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Dinner happens more or less the same way the raft did — messy, chaotic, and somehow perfect.

The sun’s low now, the lake gleaming like molten glass in the background as the boys sit around a crackling firepit with paper plates full of food balanced precariously on their knees.

Lucas is still damp from the raft incident, his hair sticking up every which way, but that doesn’t stop him from eagerly roasting a marshmallow over the fire.

Zayne sits beside him, infinitely calmer, holding his own marshmallow with the detached focus of a man who’s been through worse.

Callum, somehow, looks personally offended at the sight of them.

"You’re eating sugar again," he says, voice tight with judgment.

Lucas shrugs. "We earned it."

Zayne just gives a mild nod of agreement and takes a slow, deliberate bite of the toasted marshmallow, locking eyes with Callum like he’s issuing a challenge.

Callum glares, arms crossed. "Traitors."

Lucas snickers and shoves another marshmallow on the stick.

Zayne's phone buzzes with a new message. He wipes his hands absently and checks it — and a laugh huffs out of him before he can help it.

He angles the screen so the boys can see.

You and Serena, victorious, covered in ridiculous sheet masks and looking completely unbothered by the day’s events.

Lucas sputters a marshmallow out of his mouth. "WHAT. How do they still look cooler than us?!"

Callum just buries his head in his arms, groaning dramatically.

Zayne chuckles low under his breath and taps a reply.

That’s a fair strategy. Less cleaning, more lounging. I approve.

Lucas looking over at Zayne’s reply, groans, throwing a half-eaten marshmallow in the air, then catching it like he’s on some kind of mission. “Less cleaning, more lounging. Real smooth, Dad.”

Callum eyes the screen with exaggerated judgment, shaking his head slowly. “You know, I think Dad’s trying to start a new trend… Just gotta add a little more action to it.” He taps his marshmallow stick against the table like a pointer.

Zayne, still holding his phone, smirks. “I’ll leave the trendsetting to you guys. You’ve got that covered.”

Both boys give a simultaneous dramatic sigh, but then Lucas leans toward the screen again.

“You’re just jealous of our raft, Dad. Admit it.”

Callum shrugs. “I don’t know, man. It looked a little... unstable.”

With a tired groan, Lucas falls into his sleeping bag. “Alright, what else can we do tonight?” he asks, but his eyes are already half-closed, his words slower and drowsier than usual.

Zayne watches them, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He feels the shift in their energy, the evening winding down as the last of the sugar high fades.

Lucas kicks off his shoes with a grunt, making a half-hearted attempt to get more comfortable, and in the tent but clearly ready to drift off. Callum, too, settles into his own sleeping bag, pulling the blanket over himself like he's claiming his personal fortress for the night.

“You two need to get some sleep,” Zayne says, voice gentle but firm. He steps into the tent, glancing over at the mess from their raft-building session outside near their campfire. "We’ve got an early morning tomorrow."

Callum doesn’t even look up as he lazily mutters, “You’re no fun, Dad.”

Lucas, his voice muffled by the pillow, lets out a long yawn. “No one can beat our raft,” he says, but it’s more of a tired murmur than a boast.

Zayne chuckles quietly. “I’m sure it’ll be a great story for tomorrow. But right now, I think you need to get some sleep before I have to tell you both a bedtime story.”

Lucas groans but doesn’t fight it. Zayne watches the boys for a moment longer, his phone still in hand as he types back a quick reply, the flicker of the screen a small glow in the dim room.

“Goodnight, Dad,” Callum mumbles sleepily.

“Yeah, goodnight, old man,” Lucas adds, though his voice is already fading into the quiet hum of sleep.

Zayne’s gaze softens as he tucks the blanket in around them with silent care. His movements are practiced, familiar, but there’s something tender about the way he settles them in, ensuring they’re both comfortable, before he steps back and settle at his own sleeping bag with one last glance at his kids.

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The evening air has cooled just enough for the room to feel cozy, the soft hum of the air conditioning in the background as you and Serena finish peeling off the last remnants of your face masks. You toss yours into the trash with a dramatic sigh, running your hands over your face, feeling the smoothness left behind by the skincare routine.

Serena does the same, her eyes still sparkling with that mischievous energy she always carries. "You know," she says, stretching and flopping back onto the bed, "I think we could be skincare influencers, mom."

You laugh softly, pulling the blanket up around you both as you sit cross-legged on the bed, the glow from your bedside lamp casting a warm, peaceful light on the room. "I don't think anyone’s ready for our level of relaxation."

She snorts, then exhales a contented breath, clearly relaxing more into the space. "Fair. It’s just nice, though. A little pampering after a crazy day."

You smile, glancing at the clock—late enough for both of you to be winding down, but still early enough to enjoy the calm. "We really should do this more often. I forgot how much I missed having this quiet time with you."

Serena, clearly already starting to drift, nods softly. "Yeah. It’s... nice. Good to reset after all the craziness."

Her eyes flutter closed, a lazy smile still on her lips. "Night, Mom," she murmurs, pulling the blanket up just under her chin.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," you reply, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face as she drifts off into sleep. You stay for a moment, watching the peaceful rise and fall of her chest, then quietly slip off the bed, picking up your phone.

As you pull it from the side table, a sudden vibration makes you glance down: a message from Zayne.

You quickly tap the screen to open the message but don’t have time to read it before another notification pops up, this one from Zayne—his name lighting up in a video call request.

A small smile tugs at your lips as you swipe to answer.

As soon as the call connects, Zayne’s face fills the screen, his expression warm but with that playful edge you know so well. His eyes flick down to his phone, then back to you, and you can see the tiny curve tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Hey, husband,” you greet, voice warm as the screen brightens with his face. “How’s the lake?”

“As you can see,” he says, tilting his head just enough to make his damp hair shift messily across his forehead, “still very wet.”

You snort. “That’s what happens when you agree to their idea of camping.”

“We camp sometimes too,” he points out, mild.

“Yeah, but no one warming you up if I'm not there,” you tease, winking.

He huffs a quiet laugh through his nose, and though he doesn’t say anything, the way he looks at you — fond, amused, utterly in agreement — says it all.

“But anyway,” you continue, shifting slightly to get more comfortable without waking Serena, “I see the twins are absolutely having the time of their lives.”

“They really are.” His voice softens a little, and a quick glance down shows you a mess of sleepy dark curls against his chest. “And… I did too.”

“Oh?” You smile, pleased. “That’s good. We might’ve gotten a tiny bit carried away with the competition part, but honestly? I think it worked out, yeah?”

Zayne’s mouth tugs into a half-smile. “It did. How about you two?”

“A blast,” you whisper, glancing down at her sleeping face and feeling your heart squeeze. “We should do this more often, switching it up, or all together, if we can find the time… although, your patients might riot if their favorite doctor keeps disappearing.”

“And Jenna might just ask you to retire,” he says dryly.

You gasp, slapping a hand dramatically to your chest. “She wouldn’t dare!”

He simply raises a brow at you, unimpressed, and you can’t help but laugh under your breath.

“Oh!” you whisper, remembering, excitement sparking. “I almost forgot — can’t wait to give my boys their gift!”

Zayne’s eyes narrow slightly, playful suspicion all over his face. “You bought us something?”

“Oh yes,” you croon, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “Serena even picked it very carefully. Very seriously, mind you.”

He gives you a suspicious look, but you just laugh low, not wanting to wake Serena sleeping beside you.

“What? Not trusting your dear wife and daughter?” you whisper, smiling wide.

Zayne hums, the sound low and amused. He shifts his phone a little, like he’s settling back somewhere more comfortable. In the dim light, you can see a hint of the cabin behind him — rough wood, soft shadows — and the mess of dark curls you recognize immediately as one of the twins sleeping against his chest.

“Just preparing myself for whatever you and Serena consider a carefully picked gift,” he murmurs, voice softer now, edged with something undeniably fond.

You nudge the camera down, showing Serena — all tangled hair and soft breaths — tucked against you. When you tilt it back up, Zayne’s gaze is lingering, his expression gentler.

“They’re getting bigger,” he says quietly.

You nod, a lump catching in your throat, the exhaustion of the day making everything hit a little harder. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Too fast.”

For a beat, neither of you say anything, just listening to the faint sounds of the night from each other’s calls — the twins' even breathing, the cicadas outside the lake house, the rustle of Serena’s tiny hands against your shirt.

“You did good today,” you murmur, almost to yourself.

Zayne blinks, his eyes lazy with tiredness but still so present, so there with you even from miles away. “You did better.”

You chuckle under your breath, the kind of sound you only make when you’re too tired to argue but too full of love not to respond. “Always competing, even now,” you whisper.

“Only because I like losing to you,” he says, the words coming out slower, softer, like the weight of the day is finally pulling at him.

You shift the phone a little, propping it against a pillow. “Dear,” you say quietly, reaching out like you could touch him through the screen. “Sleep here with me.”

He smiles, small and lopsided, like he’s too tired to fight it — like he doesn’t even want to. “I’m already here.”

You both fall silent again, breathing each other in across the distance. His eyes close first, lashes brushing against his cheeks. You watch him, heart aching with a kind of sweet, helpless love.

Your own eyes slip shut not long after, Serena’s warmth against your side, Zayne’s quiet breaths filling your ear.

Miles apart, but still together, you fall asleep with the call still connected, the screen glowing soft between you — a fragile thread of light that never breaks.

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Notes

Don't mind me tearing up a bit.... This is a trip! Pun intended ofc, but man thinking about what would they do is rough ahahaha I did a lot of stuff indoor but not outdoor 🥹🤣 But I think I'm satisfied with this, hope y'all enjoy the Li family shenanigans!