#i saw one flirt option and it was sweet and i just hope there are opportunities to be funny instead

[rin-hanarin]

I hope I'll actually be able to make Renzo a menace and a true successor to Purple Hawke with a clownery degree, so his relationship with Lucanis is just this from Lucanis' perspective:

[harrysloveboat]

John B’s Girl | PT. 2

Read Part 1 here.

Summary: John B comes face to face with the ugly truth and reacts in the most expected way. JJ can’t hold back anymore, willing to risk it all for one person. All the while (Y/N) deals with the consequences of her choices.

Word Count: 27.5K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up), rough sex, soft!dom JJ, DARK!JJ, fluff, choking, subspace, clit play, degrading, slight daddy kink, slight mention of anal, physical fight, very minor mention of abuse, blood play, biting (just once), a little thigh riding, JJxCameron!Reader, JohnBxCameron!Reader etc.

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, I accidentally took this one shot farther than intended and my life got in the way while writing so it was delayed😭

I hope you guys enjoy it and that it was worth the wait! I was also listening to Chris Briney’s playlist while writing parts of it so feel free to play that while reading🙈 pt.3 coming soon, comment on the taglist if you’d like to know when it comes out❤️

JJ’s mind was reeling as he departed the van with a quick tug of his shorts and a clasp of the button.

He had stepped on his red hat when jumping out, mindlessly dusting the sand off of it without a care as his legs led him back to the fire pit. JJ was simply going through the motions, doing his best to ignore the way the fabric of his boxers dragged against his softening member. He flicked his tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the remnants of her sweet peak. The hat was placed on backwards to cover his tousled hair from view. He could still feel her on every indention and arch of his toned body. Believing one time would truly satiate his need for (Y/N) was a complete joke.

It was a cruel and ridiculous notion.

If anything, that’s all he could think about now. A small taste wasn’t enough, he wanted to suffocate between her legs and leave her quaking. Fuck her mouth until she had pretty tears streaming down her cheeks and saliva dribbling down her chin. Make her scream his name until she went mute. JJ had half a mind to turn around and act on impulse before Kie’s curly hair popped into his frame and refrained him from completing his body’s request. She was wearing a frown, brown eyes searching behind JJ while speaking. “Hey J. John B’s been looking for (Y/N) for a while apparently. You seen her?”

Yeah, I was fucking her in the van.

JJ let out a small breath at his thoughts, shaking his head innocently. “Nope. No clue,” he lied knowing she was probably still recuperating in the van. But he played the part so perfectly, feigning worry to mirror her state. His ocean blue eyes aimlessly flickered through the crowd without actually zoning in on anyone. “Does JB have any clue where she is?” It was hard to contain the mixture of emotions he felt for his best friend at the moment.

On one hand, John B taken it too far involving an unwilling JJ into his cruel game. Using him to get his revenge on (Y/N) and getting off on forcing him to watch something he was forbidden from claiming. On the other hand, John B’s initial reservations about their behavior was proven more than accurate by the fact that his girlfriend was most likely getting dressed in the Twinkie after JJ had just gotten done railing into her.

“You guys find her yet?” Pope’s intrusion at his right side brought him back to the conversation at hand. Kie sighed, genuinely growing more worried as time passed. “No.. I mean, it’s not like she could’ve went far? She came with us and I doubt she’d leave with Rafe without telling us,” Kie crossed her arms over her chest faintly recalling the oldest Cameron hanging out with Topper a while ago but (Y/N) wouldn’t have just left with him. Things between the two siblings had been tense for a while now with her dating a Pogue. “Well I just saw him flirting with some poor Touron so that’s not even an option,” Pope’s confirmation was layered with disgust not able to imagine what poor girl would fall for his antics.

John B appearing out of thin air from the crowd was what really made JJ zone in fully.

Neither of them had to say a word for the air to grow tense. John B hadn’t really taken the time to watch JJ’s reaction when (Y/N) unraveled in front of him, but it was easy to guess that his best friend had caught on. The fact that JJ didn’t seem as worried as the others fed into the foreboding dread he was trying to pretend wasn’t there. They turned into two alpha males fighting over territory the second they made eye contact. Standing proud with chests puffed up, oozing testosterone into a suddenly hostile setting.

“Lost your girl JB?”

He didn’t have to poke the bear but JJ is simply a victim of his true nature.

After all, it was John B who chose to start this. How could he be blamed?

The smirk that played on his otherwise innocent features sent John B into a spiral. His hand would form a fist and then loosen, only to repeat. The unspoken words JJ was attempting to convey were being understood perfectly. Kie looked between them, becoming aware of the undeniable tension swelling in the air. A lid was about to blow off and Kie wasn’t sure if it would be John B or JJ to lose it first. Pope was as oblivious as ever, checking his phone to send (Y/N) another text.

“I saw her for a little bit.”

John B’s teeth gritted as he took a step forward. The implications the blonde haired boy was making was only triggering the residual jealousy inside of him. He would be a fool to not notice the sparkle in his girlfriends eyes when JJ demanded her attention. It was like a punch to the kidney remembering the pause she took when being introduced to him. John B wasn’t one to normally struggle with his worth, but it was too easy to assume that things might’ve turned out different if JJ had been the one who got the job with Ward Cameron instead of him.

“I’m picking up some weird vibes..,” Kie interrupted with a tentative tone, eyes flickering between the two.

John B was a giddy kid on Christmas morning watching the two girls mingle on the boat. (Y/N) Cameron was actually sitting on the H.M.S. Pogue in a sexy little one piece bikini talking to his friends. And she was dating him.

“JJ’s not gonna like her.”

“JJ has to like her.”

“Yeah but he’s not going to.”

“You’re killing my mood Pope.”

“She’s the Kook Princess for fucks sake.”

“If you’re cussing that means you’re really mad,” John B was partially teasing. Pope was hitting too close to home without realizing it. JJ’s been his best friend since the third grade. Everything significant that ever happened to JB always made its way back to JJ. Anytime he skipped school, JJ was the one who led the charge. Any idea or scheme, good or bad, was brought up between the two before anyone else. Hell even the grinded herbs spilled on the floor of his guest bedroom belonged to none other than his partner in crime.

JJ not liking his girlfriend because she was a Kook just wasn’t an option.

Pope rolled his eyes while carrying the cooler (Y/N) and Kie had packed off the deck. “I get ignored but I’m always right,” he mistook his friend’s carefree attitude for confidence. There was just no way Pope wasn’t going to be right about this. There wasn’t a walking Kook on Outer Banks that didn’t receive the bad end of one of JJ’s stink eyes or his colorful language. The Kook Princess and her knight and shining armor at the time, Topper, were the main topic of many drunk rants about social inequality.

John B pensively knocked against the wooden railing with his beer can, accepting Pope’s prediction. “Okay well- we can always leave them stranded so they can work their shit out,” John B threw up a solution to the mix. Pope dropped the cooler before giving him a pointed look. “It’s truly scary how quickly you came up with that,” he was a little impressed and frightened at the same time.

Pope’s gaze moved behind him, heavy footsteps giving way to the queasiness that came with jitters. “Fishin’ for some drum today boys?” JJ’s chipper voice put an end to their discussion and forced fake smiles. Pope began undoing the rope tying them to the dock with a quick nod. John B didn’t have time to react with his special guest already making her way towards the cooler that Pope had brought on board. The time he thought he had to come up with a plan disappeared. Kie scrambled up at his arrival to help diffuse any situation that might unfold while John B shifted to face his girlfriend and best friend. “(Y/N) this is the last member of the Pogues, JJ Maybank. JJ, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N) Cameron. Thought she could come with us today,” he introduced them formally.

The rest just seemed to happen in slow motion.

His blue eyes landed on her, hair at the end of her ponytail drifting towards her left shoulder with the gust of wind. Cheeks flushed with a light shade of pink that JJ didn’t know the name of, but found himself suddenly wanting to. She reached up to lift her designer sunglasses from the brim of her nose to the top of her head. He swallowed hard, caught off guard by the gleam in her eyes that matched the magnitude of the suns’. Her glossy lips were moisturized by some chapstick JJ needed to know the flavor of. The bikini was black, with two openings at the side and simple spaghetti straps that only put emphasis on her chest. Every alluring inch of tanned skin was prompting him towards her.

The only time she ever really crossed his path was during a tussle with Topper or Rafe. He never really had the time or interest in concentrating on the Kook Princess.

Which in reality made a lot of sense to JJ.

Because he felt like he was actually seeing her for the first time. Like he didn’t even know who she was until now.

“Nice to properly meet you JJ, I- uhm..- I brought some beer over,” and it was the pause in her sweet voice that really sealed the deal.

(Y/N)’s field of vision was consumed by JJ. His muscular arms in the sleeveless gray t-shirt were shimmering with sweat. The cotton fabric hung low exposing the defined lines of his collarbones. The sun lit up the sapphire color in his eyes and sharpness of his jawline. And normally, normally, (Y/N) had a hatred for baseball caps. The way they ruined your hair after wearing them for too long. Or how the little hole in the back never sat just right with her ponytail. But today? Her entire perspective changed on them as she caught sight of the singular loose strand of hair falling onto JJ’s forehead. The red hat was facing the opposite way, blonde locks poking out under the sides of it. For heaven sakes JJ had a damn toothpick snug between his lips.

How could she not be thrown off by him? He was the epitome of a bad boy that would probably be haunting her dark dreams in the upcoming future.

“I didn’t know Kook Princesses knew that beers existed.”

With his playfulness, the stress in their surroundings dissolved.

A quiet snort on her end and his boots landing on the boat was the end of it. The big explosion they’d prepared for amounted to nothing more than a shared beverage and banter that was borderline flirtatious.

“Well… that could’ve gone way worse,” Pope noted from John B’s side.

In retrospect, it did go way worse.

“Everything okay?” (Y/N) called out to them from where she was making her way up to the huddled group preventing the storm that was brewing from unleashing. Her breathing was still uneven, fingers fiddling nervously with the shiny cross necklace at her neck. The vibrator still made it difficult to walk with the way it would slide inside of her restricting her from forgetting about the incident in the van but she was satiated for now. Able to process other thoughts than just JJ. Guilt was at the forefront of her conflicted emotions. Everybody but John B and JJ looked at her. They heard her but they hadn’t even broken their stand-off to acknowledge her presence.

Kie shot her head around to (Y/N) exhaling a sigh of relief since she appeared uninjured. But at a second glance, she noted the tangled mess of hair that had been miserably patted down and ran through. The subtle rise and fall of her chest to finish catching her breath. The crimson color painted on her cheeks that ran down her neck to her shoulders.

“Everything’s great now. JB was lookin’ for ya and I was just telling him that I’d ran into you,” JJ’s smirk widened. He was just having too much fun playing into the obvious suspicion that danced in John B’s brown eyes. It was hard to not want to blurt it out right then and there, that his little game hadn’t worked out the way he intended it to. The bittersweet moment that would eventually come when John B pulls the vibrator out was enough motivation to keep his mouth shut. A side of JJ he wasn’t aware of was coming out for vengeance.

(Y/N) had to physically stop herself from jabbing her elbow into JJ’s side. She wanted to come clean, tell John B the truth even if it would be devastatingly difficult to remedy. She owed him that now. “Yeah, by the fire pit. When I wasn’t feeling well. I had to get some fresh air,” it was sort of the truth. (Y/N) couldn’t pick this moment in front of everyone to be honest. She just wanted to make sure that he found out through her and not by opening JJ’s present.

“Mhm,” JJ hummed digging his fists into his pockets. It was her lie that bled false hope into John B as he finally broke with a peek her way. She was staring at him, silently pleading to back off with her big doe eyes. JJ couldn’t blame him for relaxing with one look her way, she had the same affect on him.

Pope adjusted his flannel with a heavy breath. “Well I don’t know about you guys, but that was a lot for one night. I’m ready to go to bed. And Pops ran me down dry today,” his body was still sore from all the deliveries and inventory he had done at the shop earlier. It was indeed getting a little late for all of them now. There was a good amount of liquor in their systems so calling it a night wasn’t a bad idea. Kie was still feeling unconvinced though. Nothing that was being said was wrong but it was the way it was being said. The heavy emotion that weighed the trio down. And of course, JJ was acting far too odd and smug.

“It was a lot for one night, huh?” JJ’s head whipped around to her then. He was so obviously referring to the fact he had busted a weeks load, who was he kidding, a months load of frustration into her. (Y/N)’s knuckles turned white around the chain feeling the way JJ peered down the front of her body and stopped at the end of her dress. Her body would be undeniably hot if anyone was to touch it at this very instant. “Yeah, we should get home,” her voice was shaky as she stepped toward John B, outstretching her free hand to him and rewarding JJ’s audacity without a glance over.

He wound his fingers around hers, letting her be the one to calm him down and wash the anger away. He didn’t bother looking at JJ again as they began walking because he’s afraid he might punch the stupid smirk off his face if he does. (Y/N) had accidentally already done that for him by taking John B’s hand.

“I tried-,” John B squeezed her hand lowering his voice as they walked a few steps ahead of their friends, “getting your attention.”

The vibrating noise the toy made against the metal flooring of the van echoed in her ears.

“Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock.”

(Y/N) jumped out of her skin at the mention of the device. She cursed whatever higher power had led John B to making this purchase. Her skin crawled with the flashback it brought on. She was even angrier at herself for still being turned on by the way JJ had fucked her into utter submission. If she’d been in her right mind, she would’ve taken it out and wiped herself clean. But JJ had left her dazed. Perplexed by the intensity of pleasure and shame from not feeling guiltier than she should.

“I turned it off.”

“You.. turned it off?” John B repeated, shock evident on his features. There was never an actual contract between them with a set list of rules or anything but they were dabbling in punishment and handing over control so it didn’t make any sense to him. Why would she do that knowing what would ensue? It crossed his mind that it could’ve been because he took it too far moments before she vanished. He wasn’t dumb enough to ignore that it had been careless of him to push her like that in front of JJ. He felt a little bad about how inconsiderate it had been to do that as they reached the van. John B didn’t say another word as he furrowed his eyebrows and looked ahead.

There was an odd white tint on the windows leftover from their indiscretion. Like the kind caused by fog that dried up. The smell inside wasn’t any better. Some of it escaped with all the doors opening but it was still present when the engine switched on. Kie and Pope were scrunching up their noses as (Y/N) sunk into her seat, head resting against the window wishing she could become one with the car door. Her heart beat a little quicker as she inhaled the sweat and aroma of sex.

If anybody deciphered exactly what it was, they chose not to mention it.

But it enveloped (Y/N). Hugged her tight and flooded her with what were now sinful memories. Shutting her eyes, her fingertips skimmed across the top of her thigh timidly, the one where JJ had left a hand impression on the side. It sent chills through her body to relive the way his face dug into her. Her thighs retreating into one another as she pictured the almost black eyes watching her come apart under him. If anything served as the biggest reminder, it was the vibrator neatly tucking in JJ’s cum into her squirming body. Her hand moved upwards to pull her hair to one side and squeeze the back of her neck in an effort to calm herself. It was a mistake, a huge mistake to tilt her head back. Because the tormentor of her daydream was already burning holes into her.

JJ could see the lust flash through her eyes. Even from the backseat he could feel the heat emanating towards him. Watching her felt different now. He wasn’t getting a glimpse of her inappropriate thoughts, he was reading them. Observing how they popped up with every touch of her hand. Seeing the sweaty skin displayed by her bare shoulder firsthand and the hint of a darkening bruise that would be visible to those in the backseat if she moved her hair another inch. His fingers itched to replace hers. Going mad with the realization that she was thinking about him. It was his name she had been screaming earlier. The cause of her affliction was JJ this time. His chest was moving a little quicker now that her eyes were confirming what JJ suspected. His hand shifted downwards to tug on his shorts and fix them before his hardening dick became obvious.

“Guys I know this is technically John B’s van, but can you minimize the intimacy in the van. It reeks,” Pope waved his hand in front of his nose dramatically while requesting that one of the two in the front rolled the window down. They had almost managed to get away with it when Pope just had to go and open his mouth about it.

The curve of JJ’s lip tilted upwards as Kie delivered a detrimental blow to Pope’s arm. She was already suspecting something and with the silence in the van intriguing her further, Pope making this type of comment was just unnecessary. (Y/N) couldn’t look at JJ’s triumphant expression for another second longer though.

John B gave a very short and curt, half hearted laugh, hands tightening around the wheel. His chest felt a little tight. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember when the last time they’d had sex in the Twinkie was. It definitely wasn’t recent enough for it to linger this way and it definitely hadn’t been present earlier. Anger flared within him while trying to remain blissfully ignorant as to the obvious signs in front of him.

The eerie quietness for the rest of the ride was only made bearable by the music playing on the radio. Everyone was too distracted in their own thoughts, exchanging wary glances back and forth. Even JJ found John B scowling over at him quite often, but he simply kept his eyes on (Y/N).

The van coming to a stop awoken everyone out of their distractions. John B was the first one out, walking with purpose to get to (Y/N)’s door and reaching it before she could even lift her hand to the handle. Pope left the back first, talking about the leftover cereal from (Y/N)’s little shopping trip he just needed to eat before bed. Kie began to exit, slowing down when she noticed that JJ wasn’t moving at all from where he was sat. If she took her time, she’d be able to catch him by himself and ask him what the fuck was going on.

Her plan seemed to work pretty well considering John B gripped onto (Y/N)’s wrist to pull her inside not paying any mind to the others. The constant loop of emotions was only infuriating him more. The car ride felt hours long, giving him time to envision several scenarios of what might’ve happened. Trying to get rid of those images was proving to be more difficult. He didn’t even realize how upset he actually was until they reached the front door and (Y/N) wiggled her wrist in his grasp. “It hurts,” she was nervous, not because of him but because of the conversation that awaited.

John B eased up on her a fraction of a second after she spoke. He didn’t bother looking back though, boosting (Y/N)’s nerves. “John B,” she tried quietly as he urged them through the living room, through the hallway, and into his bedroom. She could faintly hear Pope rummaging through the cabinets before his bedroom door was opening. Her pulse quickened, the panic bubbling inside of her. But he was unwavering. Setting off an attack of anxiety-fueled nausea through her. Every rushed movement was beckoning her closer to her confession. He wasn’t letting her get a word out, shutting the door behind them. “John B,” he ignored her, urging them over to sit (Y/N) down on the bed.

“Why’d you turn it off?.. When did you turn it off? Where?.. It’s still inside you though, right?” He didn’t actually expect a response to the extensive questions he was throwing her way. He was moving too rapidly to give her time to answer them. John B didn’t even know if he actually wanted to hear what she had to say. He grabbed the hem of his shirt to rip it off. His lips were set in a fine line, overlooking the tears swelling in her eyes as his knees met the wooden floorboards.

(Y/N) made a steadfast attempt to keep herself covered but his hand boldly flung the dress up. There was both anger and lust etched in his expression. His hands grabbed onto her knees, lunging them to opposite sides with eyes glued to one place and one place only. A choked noise left her lips at the direction he was going towards.

“We need to talk,” the dreaded words every man loathed hearing. He focused in on the sight of the red lace that had a slight bump over it where the vibrator was located. The discussion she wanted to have was the last thing on his mind right now. He chose to exist in the expectation of how this night was supposed to go rather than the reality.

“I don’t want to talk right (Y/N),” he insisted. Her cheeks felt wet and palms clammy. Lungs constricting in a frightening way with a heavy chest as she stumbled through finding the courage to spit it out. All the while he moved at too rapid of a pace for her to process. Attempting to close her thighs went horribly wrong, his hand flying over to keep them from closing.

It was purely on instinct. But unbeknownst to John B, his hand covered up the bruise left by his best friend. She winced from the pain, fingers twisting around the edge of the bed. His hand moved from there to the hem of her panties, snapping them to the side.

“John B stop,” her pleading went unheard due to the ringing in his ears. His fingers latched onto the end of it and began to pull it out.

The air escaped her lungs.

Her hand flung out to swat at his hand but his brawn was no match.

“John B- JJ and I-,” despite her cry, it was too late.

It felt like everything in the planet and beyond became deadly silent.

A pin could drop and you’d hear it in Australia.

He only managed to get it out halfway before the milky white substance was seeping out from the sides.

The next millisecond was the longest John B had ever experienced. His face went pale. There was no way for her to explain herself out of this one. The sight was so distinct. It was so obviously cum that didn’t belong to him. Every stress-filled interaction crashed together inside him in a long-awaited train wreck. The way his throat would dry when JJ would go silent into a trance upon (Y/N)’s bubbly entrance. His blue eyes would get just a little brighter at her goofiness and matching banter. Her laugh would be just a smidgen higher when he did his very JJ things. She’d melt whenever he would sweetly request something of her, in a way that was supposed to have been a joke from both sides. However, the punchline to the joke seemed to be him.

In the millisecond that followed, John B lurched away from her like she had caught fire. The feeling of disgust was a harsh contrast to what he was feeling before. The woman before him was one he didn’t recognize any longer. It couldn’t be his (Y/N) sitting on the edge of his bed. No. That girl loved him. That girl would’ve never done something like this. A sound was made as the sex toy fell out the rest of the way reminding him that she indeed had. His blood boiled with rage. The edge of the panty line snapping back and startling her out of her anguish.

“John B I’m so sorry-,”

“Are you fucking serious?” He seethed watching as she jumped up from the bed, tears falling down her cheeks while struggling to catch a breath. But he pulled back from her letting his anger fuel the desire to see her vanish from his vicinity. “Don’t fucking touch me,” his voice boomed out, making her flinch away from him. She’d never seen him this furious before. It was her fault though. She deserved his reaction.

John B didn’t need to ask who was to blame because he already knew the answer to that question. Even with his name falling from her lips moments as he took it out, the clear image of a smirking JJ from the Boneyard asking if he had lost her made him lose it. His best friend was to be held just as responsible. Before he could properly process what he was doing, the door swung open with determination. The sound it made as it hit the wall echoed throughout the house alarming everyone and undoubtedly leaving a doorknob sized hole in its wake.

(Y/N) chased after him, knowing exactly who he was looking for. “No John B,” she called out after him, sprinting to catch up to him. Even though he just looked like he was walking, his speed was astonishing. His head scanned around the empty kitchen and then the living room where Kie was bouncing up from the couch with wide eyes. “What’s wrong? What’re you looking for?” she asked exasperatedly, quickly reaching the conclusion that John B was fuming. There would be steam coming out of his ears if that was actually possible.

“Where’s JJ- I’m gonna kill him,” John B stated without hesitation as the toilet flushed from down the hallway. Before John B could get to it, (Y/N)’s palms were pushing back at his rock hard chest, muscles tight from rage.

“John B stop- this is my fault. It’s mine, nobody else’s but mine,” (Y/N) could barely keep in the sob as John B reacted quickly, moving away from her once again. His eyes were dark and empty, face completely emotionless except for the red hot anger. The sight of him becoming physically ill from her touch shattered her into pieces. Her body was shaking. She knew this is what would happen but nothing could’ve actually prepared her for it. Nobody warned her about what it would feel like to watch the love someone has for you drain from their face.

“I said don’t fucking touch me. Why are you even here, huh? Thought it would be fun to slum your way through Pogues?” John B’s hurled accusation was meant to hurt, meant to be offensive. He wanted her to really feel the same pain he was. He thought one day she might leave him for his best friend. Had pretended like it was his mind playing tricks on him. Never in a million years did he think this would happen. He was unable to breathe properly as he stared intently towards the opening bathroom door. He stretched his neck out to see who it was, only relaxing it back when Pope emerged from the bathroom. “What’s going on?” he gazed around at everyone having heard the door and shouting from where he was, eyes eventually honing in on the state (Y/N) was in.

John B laughed with no humor behind it and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. JJ fucked my slut of a girlfriend. My best friend fucking creampied her,” his head shook in disbelief, “He fucked her in the van while we were all looking for her,” John B’s voice was laced with venom watching as she curled in on herself without caring about how she felt. He put two and two together easily. The way she recoiled at the accusation only confirmed it, setting him off further as he took a step forward. “He did didn’t he? You opened your legs for him in the fucking Twinkie.” This was different from when he called her dirty names in the safety behind closed doors. He meant these humiliating words. Her crying was the only thing heard in the momentary silence. (Y/N) covered her chest with her arms as if to protect the imaginary physical wound that he inflicted. “Woah dude- wait, you’ve gotta chill out,” Pope moved with caution between him and (Y/N), holding his hand out to stop John B from moving any further. Not because he’d do anything, because the situation was getting too heated. He was hearing a bit too much information than needed, but if any of it was true he knew John B was on a unstoppable war path.

“Where’s JJ?” He was steady in his pursuit, unbothered by his friend who was trying to settle the situation at hand. “Jesus- He left! I talked to him outside and he left, alright?!” Kie yelled out at him, pulling his attention to the girl. “You’ve gotta calm down. Fighting him and hurting her isn’t gonna solve anything,” Kie reasoned in a slightly lower volume, but nonetheless still loud, while laying an attentive hand on his shoulder. Usually it was (Y/N) doing this. Asking him to cool off without speaking, just looking. It was a harsh reality to accept that she wasn’t. The disappointment to find out JJ hadn’t even made it past the front door was clear in the way his hand jerked. He swirled around on his feet to face (Y/N) again, looking past Pope.

“Get out.”

“John B, please let me talk to you.” Her voice was horse from all the crying. It was without a doubt asking for too much to have a civil conversation with John B right now. But her heart was squeezing in her chest and she couldn’t bare the thought of leaving things like this. Her mind struggled to find any words that would bring him peace. There was probably none that would. She had tried to avoid this… hadn’t she? Didn’t she keep asking him to stop? Or couldn’t she have just pulled away from his hold? The fact that was even a question in her mind made her chest swell with oncoming tears.

John B stiffened up taking another step forward that landed Pope’s hand onto his chest this time. “(Y/N) get the fuck out!” The conviction in his voice made her bottom lip quiver. Kie was angry at her but it was also difficult to watch (Y/N) break down like this. Since she’d joined them, they’d been inseparable. It was nice of course to have all the boys around but there was things she could talk to (Y/N) about that she couldn’t with them. A sense of trust and friendship that had formed during girl talk. She knew there was no excuse for her friends actions, but it was still difficult to watch the fallout unfold. “I’ll take her home and then I’ll be right back,” Kie offered as she went to the couch searching for her keys figuring that would be a way she could help them both. “Kie get her out of here right fucking now,” John B’s nostrils flared not having the capacity to continue looking at (Y/N).

“She’s going man, she’s going. Let’s just go outside,” Pope tried leading him out the back while Kie smacked a pillow in frustration, wondering where she set her keys down before they left.

But it was all too much for (Y/N).

The pure disdain from John B was appropriate. The way they were referring to her in third person now, as if she’d never been a Pogue, was also fitting but it all pierced her heart. She’d lost him and the rest of her true family over what? A hook-up? Another notch on JJ’s belt? She didn’t even have a clue.

“Don’t worry,” (Y/N) grabbed her phone making her way to the door as Kie moved to stop her, “I’ll get home. Just stay with him.”

Kie called out for her in an effort to get her to rethink and wait just a few more minutes for her. But either she didn’t hear it or she chose not to.

The way the screen door slammed behind her seemed to signify the end to a lot more than what she could yet imagine or even handle.

Her legs were wobbly as she made her way down the beaten path. It took her a few minutes to gather her strength before she was able to walk away from the house without tripping over nothing. The adrenaline racing from the intensity of the fight urged her legs to move faster. She couldn’t help but punish herself by reliving every second of it. The look on John B’s face when he removed the toy made her insides churn. The image would be scarred into her memory. It seemed like every other special, beautiful moment they shared was erased from existence. She wanted to turn back time, find a million different ways to come clean that didn’t include a stupid fucking vibrator. Without even noticing, her sprint gradually tripled in speed until it turned into full fledged running and weeping down his neighborhood. A car past her by at some point but she didn’t even see it through the haze of her tears.

With time passing by faster than she noticed, she felt her chest slowing to a calmer state and cheeks drying. It was only then, when every heightened sense took an undeserved respite, that her speed lowered. Things were more visible now that it felt like she had cried every drop she physically could. It only felt like minutes in the middle of her attack, but she’d managed to make it quite a distance. The convenience store John B normally drove to when he picked up some late night cravings during her periods came into view and almost made her collapse in the process. Walking to her house from here would most likely take the whole night and (Y/N) probably could make it if she was feeling extra ballsy. But as she eyed the dimly lit street ahead and the little twenty-four hour mini-mart that threatened the shaky stability she had found, she knew tonight was not that night.

Her phone screen lit up her face, swiping up to open the device when it recognized her. (Y/N) let out a trembling breath as she made her way to her Uber app, ordering one to her current location so that she could be dropped off in Figure Eight. Once it was charged to the card her dad had opened for her, she crossed her arms over her chest. Her dad really only checked her account to re-up her money so there wasn’t a high chance of him questioning her on a late night Uber drive when she was supposed to be sleeping over at Kie’s, but even if he did see it, the argument that would ensue seemed vastly unimportant compared to everything else.

A wave of emotions risked another waterfall. In contrary to her previous belief, apparently she might never stop crying. Waiting there for the driver, all she could think about was John B. The coldness he aimed her way. He had meant every single belittling word and (Y/N) felt like it was well-deserved. She wanted to blame JJ. It would be so easy to do it considering the predicament she had been in when he followed after her. One that he had been very well aware of.

But as much as she wanted to do that, the truth was she wanted JJ in that moment. Not John B, but JJ. The look in his blue eyes when they were sitting in front of the bonfire had ignited a buried desire for him. There was actually way too many instances where she had craved JJ in the way she had him tonight. Odd moments where they were left alone for one reason or another, creating tension amongst themselves with inappropriate thoughts and stolen glances of the other. It was really her fault for not admitting it to herself sooner. All of this could’ve been avoided if she had stopped lying to herself.

The honk of the horn brought her back from her zoned out state. (Y/N) made her way into the vehicle that matched the one in the app, giving the man a weak smile. He asked her something, but her brain didn’t make sense of it. She curled up into the door similar to the way she had in the van earlier, choosing to get lost in the palm trees rather than hold a meaningless conversation with someone she’d never meet again. The silence he was met with was a clear indication that she wanted to opt out of the friendly chatter and arrive at her destination.

The driver picked up the hint, starting his drive to the address given without another hitch. Even blessing her with the grace of ignoring the faint weeping in the backseat. She was torn up inside, grieving the loss of her boyfriend while also struggling with whether she actually regretted it or not. Saying she did would just be a distasteful lie. Confronting John B over this had sent her headfirst into the veracity of her feelings.

The rest of the drive felt empty. There wasn’t a living soul out when they rode down her street. Her own house had all the lights off, it gave off an eerie looking vibe at this time of night. The driver came to a stop at her gate, letting her get off there so she could enter through the gate door next to the car entrance. Her mumbled thank you was politely acknowledged with a small wave and head bow before she exited.

The walk from the warm car through the freezing temperature of the night to the coziness of her bedroom was exhausting in her numb state. She was beyond glad no one was awake because she didn’t have the energy to deal with her dad who would pester her with questions. Or Wheezie who would try to get all up in her business for nothing other than the sake of living up to the stereotype of nosy little sisters. Rose would just put on her motherly act that seemed to bother her too much to play well so it would just end up sucking more energy from (Y/N).

And Rafe- well Rafe might be the only one that could cross her path. He wouldn’t care enough to even notice her presence. But he was most likely still at the Boneyard with the other Kooks anyways inhaling too much coke.

A relaxing bath sounded perfect right now, with some bubbles and candles. She could play one of her mellow playlists in the background. Something relaxing, not sad, because she’d be right back where she started. She didn’t know if she’d actually retrieve the candles from the second floor linen closet or even have the energy to search for her speaker but at least the bubbles she could reach from inside the bathtub. The rest she could leave up to her imagination.

Her feet dragged all the way up to the third floor, past the expensive paintings and family portraits, and to her bedroom. All of the lights in the hallway made it hard for her to see in the pitch black of her bedroom. (Y/N) preferred it that way anyways. Her back rested against the door once it shut, one hand on the doorknob still feeling like she couldn’t get a decent amount of oxygen into her lungs. Her head lifted just to bang back on the door delivering a sting to the back of her head that didn’t actually quell the emotional pain.

She was about to go into her bathroom when she saw the infamous red baseball cap on the grey chair, lined with silver around the edges, that sat in front of the window. The moonlight pouring in from the window was shining down on it like a spotlight, alerting her to the presence of the boy that seemed to be everywhere lately.

The fact that it was in such perfect view made her tilt her head slightly, not looking away from it. It was almost like he had made sure to leave it in sight so that they could bypass the obvious jump scare that would’ve occurred otherwise. Her back stood a little straighter, heart caving just the tiniest bit at the gesture.

And that’s exactly why JJ had done it. Her bloodshot eyes and lifeless expression were proof he’d been right in doing so. He had wanted to be there for her when they got out of the van, gut still twisting with the way John B had grabbed onto (Y/N). But he was aware now that he was just a coward. With no clue as to how to make it up to her. After the conversation with Kie, he’d gotten on his bike and rode away. He was supposed to go home, face Luke’s wrath about his week long disappearance since the Chateau would obviously be off limits for the foreseeable future. But the pull he felt was strong, as powerful as gravity.

That’s how JJ had ended up pacing on the other side of the wall that separated Ward Cameron and the rest of his Kook family from the outside world. He was drawn to a place he’d never stepped foot in. He’d only gotten as far as the driveway the one time he road with John B to surprise (Y/N) and pick her up for a rowdy night. They had watched her slip out of her bedroom window and proceed to climb down the enormous tree next to the roof. He’d been enamored by her that night like he was all the time, thrown off by her spontaneity. Every corner JJ turned, he found another reason to fall for this girl. It hadn’t taken him long to decide to hop it once the image of her pretty face remained too long in his imagination. The possibility that she might be a little… hostile about his intrusion didn’t dissuade him.

He’d already been there for a long time, enough to wonder if he’d made the right decision in coming. He started off with sitting down on the same seat the hat was resting on before moving towards the edge of the bed. When time kept passing, he laid down on the comfortable king sized mattress. Then he discarded his articles of clothing until he was in his boxers, not wanting to dirty the comforter. He knows she’d wave off the silliness in that but he didn’t want to taint the pristine state of her bedroom. The ridiculous amount of pillows around his body tempted him into a deep slumber but the concern at how late it was getting and her not arriving put a hold on that. JJ was even getting close to calling Kie when the door had finally opened.

The sight of her hitting her head tugged at the strings of his heart. He was appalled with himself. Feeling unworthy of even being here knowing that he had left her to handle the fallout on her own. No amount of persuading from Kie to give John B a couple of days should of been enough to stop him from greeting her at the door with his outstretched arms when she walked out. But in all honesty, it was his own decision to put off the confrontation with John B and reencounter with (Y/N) after such a heavy revelation. He wouldn’t even blame her if she never wanted to see him again.

But when her shoulders slouched as she turned towards the bed and her weary eyes acclimated to the darkness, JJ didn’t see an ounce of malice hidden in them.

“You know breaking and entering is an arrest-able offense?”

She sounded defeated as her arms found sanctuary in the slot of her back between the door. JJ sat up slightly, resting his back against the cushioned headrest. The fanciest thing he’s probably ever laid on. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. JJ had expected to be yelled at, maybe thrown an object or two, then kicked out the window or through the door depending on her generosity. Instead of accusations or bitterness, he was met with a thinly veiled playful threat. And that was a million times better than being on her bad side.

“Call the cops on me then.” It was just as much to test out the waters as it was to avoid the topic at hand. It was so painfully obvious to him that things had gone considerably worse than JJ expected when (Y/N) was choosing to engage in some light-hearted banter before he could even bring it up. Which she pretended to contemplate for a moment from where she stayed put against the door. She knew that what he said wasn’t by any means considered lewd language but just because it was JJ and JJ’s voice saying it while fully displaying his six pack under the gleam of the moonlight, her mind went a little off track.

“I knew I probably couldn’t crash at the Chateau and home just..” he didn’t have to continue it. (Y/N) had bought a full sized First Aid kit to keep on hand for whenever JJ would need to be patched up. It was safely stashed away in the bathroom closet at JB’s so that she could tend to his wounds.

(Y/N) pursed her lips fully aware that she hadn’t actually been planning on kicking him out but just the fact that his only option was going to Luke’s if she did left her with a queasy stomach. They watched one another in silence, JJ hanging on to the anticipation of waiting for her reply. When his fingers ran through his hair in an attempt to ease the stress, (Y/N) finally pushed off from the door.

“The left side of the bed is mine,” her eyes flickered to the empty right side and JJ got the hint, “I will be building a Wall of China that you cannot cross. Lock the bathroom door when you use it. The rest of the house is off limits because my dad might have a heart attack if he sees you and Wheezie’s a snitch or a blackmailer depending on her mood and what day of the week it is,” with a lock of the door, she was making her way towards the front of the bed, “Rafe would just be unpleasant to run into, and this is the most important rule so listen very closely Maybank.. If you turn my fan off, I will make sure you suffer,” bringing attention to the hum of the fan that JJ remembered had indeed been turned on this whole time.

A small amused smile played on JJ’s lips at the list of rules she gave him. He was so engrossed in her every move, still finding her beautiful even in the midst of chaos. It was easier to play this game of pretend, like nothing had happened. As if his presence in her home was somewhat normal. It certainly felt more normal than it should. “Anything else warden?” JJ teased as he scooted over on the bed. (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she came around the corner to lay her phone on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna take a bath so… leave me alone,” she smiled unenthusiastically hooking the phone up to her charger that was awaiting and keeping a cool demeanor. It was becoming increasingly harder to ignore his playful mood, JJ held an unmatched power to distract her from the reality of the situation.

“A bath, huh?”

“Yes a bath.”

“I think you should go to bed like that.”

(Y/N) paused, all too familiar with what it felt like to have his eyes digging into her by now. She knew what he was insinuating, that she should lay down with her cum soaked panties. She didn’t move her gaze away from the nightstand, legs shifting as she felt the wave of heat washing over her. She couldn’t help but curse herself internally, mad at herself for having no control over her reactions.

“I think a bath is what I need.”

“I think sleeping would be much better.”

“I think I’m right.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

Air puffed out from her lips as she turned to face him, meeting his eyes like she had expected to. He was so annoying that (Y/N) could smother him in his sleep with one of her pillows. But the mischief in his eyes was beckoning her over. Seeing as he was unwilling to back down, she figured she could wait until he fell asleep to wash off the remainder of tonight. There was no way to get past JJ when he got this stubborn, not a single word would persuade him otherwise and she knew it.

JJ smiled jubilantly when she puffed up pillows in the middle of the bed to separate them instead of continuing the back and forth. He wouldn’t deny he was mostly eager to have her close again, especially seeing as she was actually letting him stay. Every second next to her felt counted, like his minutes were almost up and he had to soak in every detail. He slid down in the bed again while she moved to the dresser, pulling out a plain, worn out t-shirt. His eyes were on her every move, being able to observe her more than he was normally able to.

(Y/N) wanted to grab a pair of pajamas, or at least pajama shorts since JJ would be sleeping over. But if there was one thing she despised, it was wearing anything other than a simple raggedy t-shirt and panties to bed. She could grab a pair of pajama shorts but she knew if he ended up staying for anything longer than a couple days she’d eventually give in to her irritating body heat and remove them. And considering the fact that JJ had already had the privilege of getting a very clear picture of her lower half naked, there was nothing left to hide.

Still though, as she approached the bed, she twirled her fingers in a circle. Just because she’d be laying down in underwear didn’t mean he needed to see her change.

“Really?” JJ asked like it was stupid to even make him turn around. His eyes moved to her chest then, becoming all too aware of the fact that he hadn’t gotten the chance to see her properly when he bent her over in the Twinkie.

“Seriously.” She didn’t move an inch until JJ, very begrudgingly might she add, faced away from her. Her hand moved to the back of her neck once she was sure that JJ couldn’t see her, undoing the straps with a quick pull. Once the dress was off her body, (Y/N) slipped on the t-shirt. She hadn’t bothered to ruin a fresh pair of panties when she knew she’d be escaping to bathe as soon as he was snoring at her side.

The bed dipped next to him when (Y/N) laid down, but he couldn’t catch a single glimpse of her past the wall of pillows. JJ sighed, glancing upwards at the glow in the dark stars that littered the ceiling. They were cute. It felt like he was getting an insight to her private life. One that he wanted to be a part of. The sleep that had fought him earlier was nowhere to be found. Not when he was in (Y/N)’s house. In her perfectly decorated room. Incapable of falling asleep in her comfy bed with a mountain of pillows when she was laying only a couple of feet from him, with a t-shirt on and his cum inside her.

“Would you stop huffing and puffing over there and just sleep already?” (Y/N) would be lying if she said that was the only thing keeping her up. She had been worried that once her head hit the pillows she would be too exhausted to stay up for a bath. Yet now that she was actually here, she couldn’t stop tossing and turning. The air felt thick enough to the point that she’d even be willing to smoke a blunt to relax. But the weed wouldn’t extinguish this tension, it would probably only heighten it.

“My bad. You’ve just got a stupid amount of pillows here and I can’t seem to catch my breath,” he shrugged his shoulders to himself, tilting back to the pesky wall. JJ found warmth under the covers but craved to get it from her body instead. He knew it was a bad idea but the temptation kept unwinding and growing. The opportunity was there, just how it had been earlier. An idea crept into his mind as he heard her shuffle around. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the comment, landing on her side that wasn’t in his direction. “And? They’re comfortable,” she explained, even though she really didn’t have to. She bent her elbow to place it under the pillow trying to find the perfect spot to relax in although it seemed to be impossible to accomplish.

JJ’s arm reached out to play with one of tags on the pillow, running it between his fingers. “It’s suffocating is what it is. And there can’t be anything comfortable about living in the North Pole,” referring to the fan hitting them directly at full blast. JJ didn’t actually mind it, he was just enjoying the teasing that was always awarded with some form of response. His fingers started tugging on the tag, focused on dismantling the first obstacle and allowing her hair to become visible.

“Well-,” (Y/N)’s witty response was halted by the small noise that suspiciously sounded like her barrier was being broken through. Her fingers lazily played with the satin sheets acting like she was unaffected. She knew exactly what he wanted but refused to give in. “I’ll make sure to remind them to tidy up your five star room in prison if you keep complaining.”

JJ chuckled, removing the second pillow with more ease now that the one above it had been tossed behind him. Her backside was in sight now, hair loose and sprawled messily above the white of her bedsheets. The t-shirt had settled into the dip of her hips, making his tongue poke out to wet his bottom lip. There was something different about being here. Something that was charging his body with electricity. “You’d never turn me in.”

“It’s never too late,” (Y/N) breathed out in a hurry as the ruffling behind her increased. Her pulse jumped anticipating JJ’s next move. It was bewildering how much he disrupted her system on a cellular level. He hadn’t even touched her and she was finding it hard to inhale normally knowing that he’d be upon her soon. It should’ve been easy to reach behind her and chastise him for breaking her rules not even 20 minutes in, but it was actually aggravatingly challenging to do so.

“You want me to-,” suddenly, without warning, his defined chest was pressing into her back, evoking a loud hitch in her breath, “grab your phone for you to call?” JJ’s fingers crawled onto the tip of her curve, softly dipping a pointer finger under the lacy fabric. Her skin felt so soft and pliant. Her body quivered under him, only invigorating him. JJ’s lowered voice was much closer to her making her ankles lock together tightly. He was attempting to distract her with his words, very well knowing that she’d never be capable of such a thing.

“JJ you can’t do that,” she completely disregarded the question now, her entire mind faltering from the way his solid chest felt against her back. Despite her protest, she didn’t lift a feather to stop him. Not even her voice was convincing. Her own heart was beating rapidly against her rib cage. They had already done this dance earlier and it had led to a huge fallout. Possibly irreparable damage. Except he was some sort of magician, that made her lose her sanity with the flick of a wand. There was no mistaking the way she got lost in the waves of blue in his eyes on the ride back to the Chateau. She had almost gotten on her knees right then and there with no care on Earth for those around them.

JJ caught on to the affect he had on her like the true devil he was. “Why?” His body flawlessly molded into the crook of her back like he’s always belonged there. Hand taking its time moving around the arch of her hip and downward to knead into the flesh in an achingly cruel way that had her head spinning. A pitiful whine was held back so that it wouldn’t fuel the desire swirling between them. But it was hard to do so when he was consuming her senses. His masculine smell bear-hugging her, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“Because- Because John-,”

“John B isn’t here (Y/N),” JJ knew that was his best friend, but damn if he heard John B’s name one more time, “he’s already mad. What’s a second time gonna hurt?” His hand proceeded to move upwards, making a straight line up the side of her body and inching her shirt off along with it. She didn’t think her heart could palpate with anymore vigor than it was. (Y/N) was struggling to keep up the façade, JJ had already slithered his way past her pillow barrier and was doing the same to the imaginary one surrounding her. She must’ve fully warped under his spell because something logical coming from JJ couldn’t be right. “Then stop because it’s wrong,” her voice was higher pitched, waiting for the arrival of JJ’s unforgiving fingers on her breasts.

But JJ was villainous. Intent on unraveling her. He only managed to get one of her breasts to pop out, the other half of her chest still covered while his hand lifted up slightly so only the pad of his finger was tracing the outline of her side boob. There was a familiar neediness spreading inside that plagued her. She went from wanting to off him to reeling from his teasing. He refused to give in to her because she was obviously yearning for him in a similar fashion. And he’d make her admit it. Make her beg for it as many times as he pleased. “That’s not how this game works Princess,” he tsked into the space between her neck and her ear, fanning his hot breath down her heaving cleavage.

His tone was disapproving, like she should know better than that now. “The only way I’m stopping (Y/N), is if you tell me to. Tell me it would’ve made no difference which one of us found you first. Tell me right now you aren’t soaking between your legs.” JJ needed to hear it almost as much as he needed oxygen to survive. If she didn’t want him to abandon whatever was erupting between them, she needed to say it. If she didn’t want him in the same way he desperately needed, he’d get dressed, leave, and stay far away from her and John B. But he doesn’t know if he’d be able to handle that form of banishment from her life.

Luckily for him, her resolve weakened with the swipe of his tongue against her earlobe and the hidden fear making its way into his voice. She pushed the side of her face into the fluffiness of her pillow in a last ditch effort to remain passive while her body went headfirst into the sinful pleasure, pressing her bottom into his hardening length. Her breathing stuttered hearing the deep groan it illicited from him. It was instant relief for the both of them, her pussy clenching at the feel of his erection digging into her. JJ couldn’t explain how hot it was to see her fight her own bodily desire for him. “I can’t tell you that,” she barely got out. The sensual touches and intentional build up had her thighs sliding together. Breathing around him was something her body forgot how to do.

JJ’s forehead fell onto her shoulder, matching her heavy breaths now that she was confirming what he so badly wanted to hear. He grasped her exposed tit, tugging until her back was arching along with it. Incapable of refraining himself with her submitting to him. “JJ,” she gasped out feeling a pull on the back of her shirt where it was stuck under her side. “Tell me what you need then,” he commanded in the very same tone from earlier that made her vision hazy and brain foggy.

“I need you J,” her body relinquished control with a small whine, obeying his orders by lifting up slightly from the bed to remove the t-shirt. She moved to face him, wanting nothing more than to run her fingers over the surface of his toned physique, but JJ used the grip on her breast to return her to her previous position. They weren’t in a rush this time. There was no boyfriend expecting her to return. No one to answer to in the dead of night. JJ had the advantage of time and he didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

His crotch rutting into her once in tandem with the flick of his finger over her nipple caused her mouth to drop open and a shudder to overtake her. “That’s how much I need you (Y/N),” he moaned, making her keen while his teeth grazed her shoulder blade. Every bit of her was intoxicating, like an addicting drug he was handing over his willpower to. The temptation was too much to handle. His fingers finally skimmed to the top of her panties, sliding under the thin material with ease and urgency. (Y/N) tilted her knee upwards so that he had more space at his disposal, fully letting herself succumb to JJ.

The second his hand connected with her slick mound her long eyelashes fluttered, a deep groan paving its way out. His index and middle finger slid around her clit, putting pressure on it by pressing into the sides. His semen mixing with her arousal allowed JJ to glide his fingers up and down with ease. “Oh f-fuck,” she sputtered out arm hastily wrapping around his. JJ was more vocal this time, moaning again from the feel of her sodden pussy. It urged him to grind up against her again finding relief in the contour of her body.

JJ’s free arm snuck it’s way under her neck, curving enough to be able to reach her hardened nipple. He twisted and squeezed relentlessly until he heard her cry out from the stimulation. His lips laid open mouthed kisses around her shoulders, sucking slightly with every pause. JJ didn’t falter though, he pulled on her nipple while adding extra pressure to her clit as he continued to stroke his fingers through her velvety folds. Her strangled moans were making his hard on throb from how wrecked she already sounded. (Y/N) couldn’t put together a single thought in her head, only feel the pleasure exploding inside her like fireworks.

“Fuck you feel so good, dripping again for me. Still leaking my cum,” JJ could no longer hold back as he sunk his teeth into the same spot of her upper body that he had been abusing, biting down until there was a metallic flavor soothing his tastebuds. His tongue licked up the wound, a carnal instinct forcing him to do something he never had even imagined would turn him on. However, the action sent him onto cloud nine, a high like no other. A groan vibrating against the broken skin.

Never had somebody bit her before and yet there was an embarrassing amount of slickness added to the mess between her legs. Her mouth gaped, opening with a high pitched, “Ah”. His muscles flexed under her grip as his fingers moved with more urgency feeling the result of what his action did to her. He couldn’t explain the feeling bursting inside his chest at the fact that she glowed under his barbaric behavior. (Y/N)’s head tilted to the side where JJ met her cheek with his nose. Face contorted from the waves of pain jolting through her that were mixing in with the ones of pleasure crashing into her mercilessly.

Her legs intertwined with his, tightening around his calves in order to receive some sort of grounding through the ferocity of his actions. “You like that? Like when I use my fingers to make you feel good?” JJ purred through hooded blue eyes watching her bottom lip tremble from the pleasure. He was vicious in his assaults, having to stop her thighs from shutting with a knee into the crease of her ass. As much as he wanted to shove his fingers into her hungry cunt, he wanted to make her fall apart by just playing with the sensitive nub. “Yes, love it J, I-,” her mouth paused while open, hips jutting out as JJ quickened his pace. She wanted to tell him she wouldn’t last long but he wasn’t letting her breathe.

“Is this what you were imagining in the van? My fingers inside of you, my tongue licking every inch of your pussy?” JJ murmured making her back straighten out and hearing her wheeze when he switched to a circular motion and back. Her previous orgasms had already been so intense that she was at risk of slipping away in the ecstasy. Her toes curled around the edge of the bedsheet panting into the air. (Y/N) was fully immersed in the vehement drag of his fingers and the hot puffs of air that electrified her skin. “Stay here f’me,” it was JJ’s dominating tone mixing with one of uneasiness that lulled her out of the fog, “that’s it pretty girl. Answer my question.”

He coerced a response out of her before she could drift away from him. JJ’s fingers switching to figure eight motions as she arched her back with a particularly loud yelp of his name then returning to the previous movement before she had time to adjust. Watching her so worked up had his cock aching to find its way back into her. His precum was forming a new stain in his boxers from the intensity of their hushed words and the symphony of her fluctuating breaths and resounding moans. He wanted to sheathe himself with her cunt until she become too stupid to speak almost as much as he enjoyed watching her surrender her satisfaction to him. “All I.. All I could think about was you.”

“Fuck,” JJ cracked, steadily building up the momentum so that he was rubbing his clothed dick against her. “Bet you would’ve let me rail you in front of them- let me clean your soaked pussy and then fuck your throat dry,” he grunted finding the release he was desperate for as he slid in the slit of her ass. The sensation flooded every fiber of her being, words bringing out her kinks as confirmed by the tightening of her pussy around him. “Yes,” she admitted with watering eyes. JJ’s control was slipping, acting like a teenage boy with raging hormones as he dry humped her desperately spurred on by her confession. She was open just the perfect amount for his hard tip to probe against her tight back entrance. The fabric of the boxers between them being the only thing stopping him. Her eyes were the only thing that moved to find his darkened ones in a wary haste. By the quick lock of their gaze, her wide eyes told JJ those were uncharted waters. “I’m gonna destroy your ass next.”

All it took was the exquisite combination of an adjustment of his finger and a brush of his nose against her cheek. The lively movements of his rutting alongside the lewd promise of exploring more of her body. Another meaningful jab at her bundle of nerves and she was seeing white hot fury littered with black specks behind her eyes. “Holy fuck JJ,” she panted with a whine, losing any thought process in the climax that made her nerve endings burst. The unexpected strength she had to close her legs forced JJ’s knee from its place but his fingers didn’t lose the relentless pace. She rode out her high with sharp breathing, crying his name out through the ripples of her orgasm. Her entire body squirming during his softening pace to ease her back.

He issued an uncanny amount of praises into her ear that she was only able to hear the end of. Gulping air in chunks to feed her lungs. JJ was absolutely gone for her, his insides doing cartwheels at the sound of his name during her apex. The way her face twisted, body turning into a writhing mess, it was all thanks to his doing. (Y/N) didn’t notice him all-consumed by her, absorbing every ounce of her undoing. Her hand that wasn’t wrapped in his arm, reached over to grip his hair that had sweaty ends matted to his forehead. “Doing so. fucking. well. f’me, such a good girl,” he praised with repeated eskimo kisses to her cheek. The neglected emotions seeping out through the affectionate action were far too much to handle in the daze. She wanted to scream from the overpowering feeling.

JJ slowed his movements to give her a moment to calm down. His lips took advantage of her tilted head to curve around her jawline and press gentle kisses that made seemingly soft impressions on her skin. He had initially intended on making this an entire night thing, but it has been almost an entire night. His greediness couldn’t ignore that she almost rode off into a space he couldn’t reach her at. And that his cock was in dire risk of ceasing to exist.

When her eyes became more focused and face met his, their heads tilted to clash together. Any instructions JJ had for her became mute as she read his mind and flipped her body over without breaking the kiss. A lip-numbing, teeth clashing with need, tongue fighting kiss that took away any breath she had managed to catch. It recharged her drained energy to full power.

His hand moved to brutally squeeze at her other boob. Their bodies pushing one another back with every frenzied attempt to be closer. His head would force her to bend her neck backwards as he lifted up into her before she was leaning forward and putting him in the same position. Retreating only to catch a second of air before going back to the same. It was in the middle of the disorder that JJ was able to dislodge his boxers from his body. (Y/N) maneuvered out of the last piece of clothing that was now being unjustly held accountable for the fact that she just couldn’t get close enough. He flipped her onto her back, bleeding into the slot between her legs that he would swear was made for him.

JJ propped up onto his elbows to break the kiss, lungs in need of taking in air. She moved to chase him with her lips but he rose up higher making her head plop back down. (Y/N) let out a disgruntled noise, about to break out into hives if he didn’t get inside her. Her body was sore, close to surpassing her limit but she wanted to feel full of him. Wanted to him to use her to reach levels of pleasure that he hadn’t experienced yet. But his eyes did a soft lulling once over of her naked body, halting her pleas. Months of playful prodding at the other, lingering glances, and shyly stealing innocent touches at random times had all progressed to this day. To the moment that he could take in all of her, in every way possible.

Then he repeated it. Analyzing. Memorizing. Mulling over every detail that might seem insignificant to someone else but it was everything to him.

Now that he was above her, the only thing he was capable of doing was concentrate on every detail of her body. The curvature of her perky boobs, the dampness pooling at her core, the glossy look in her eyes. His hand moved flat down her stomach, leaving a trail of tingles behind. The way she let her body be conquered by his touch left him speechless. After spending what felt like a lifetime living in the shadow of her presence, his chest was close to caving in under the reciprocation of his emotions. “You’re gorgeous,” he spoke in disbelief that someone like her would ever let someone like him taint her innocence, but she was anything except that. (Y/N) was his sweet, filthy girl. His thumb grazed against her pelvic bone before spreading her legs onto the surface of the bed to look further down. He caught sight of her pluckered nub poking past her folds, entire vagina slippery with the arousal and cum that was everywhere from the stained sheets to her inner thighs. JJ had to physically hold back a guttural noise stopping himself before he leaned down and stuffed his entire face into her.

She gnawed on her reddened bottom lip, overwhelmed with the admiration and desire in his eyes. “J,” she pleaded softly, close to liquefying under the fortitude of his stare. It was only JJ that had her mewling, entrapping her in a bubble of fantasies and a four letter word dangerously close to spilling from her lips with just a glance. The intensity of the raw emotion was close to suffocating her. (Y/N) couldn’t take it any longer, lifting her bottom from the bed to grab his attention attempting to sway him back to the task at hand. The pressing of his knuckles on her bruised inner thigh let her know it worked. His eyes seemed to refocus on her glistening center. JJ’s hand wrapped around the hilt of his length, pumping his length over her pelvic bone. “Look at that baby- that’s how deep I’m gonna be,” he taunted, the end of solid member close to her belly button. Before she had time to react, he was swiping up her vagina to collect his cum and her juices on his head before smearing it with a downward swipe and strangled, “fuck.”

“Oh,” (Y/N)’s shaky voice spoke over his, an iron grip forming on the bed sheets at her sides. Her back arched as a breathless moan escaped her when he didn’t stop. Every swipe just barely teased her with the tip sliding past her folds, giving her a minuscule taste only to move away. Her hips moved to meet his but he didn’t show mercy. “So fucking messy. Look so pretty when you’re so dirty,” the corner of his lip tugged up, relishing in her undoing. Inflicting as much torture as he had felt from not being able to just grab her when he wanted to. The sloshing sound was so fowl, so lewd and vicious that it was the only thing they could hear. “Please JJ, need your cock. Need it, I need it so bad, please-.”

“Do you? Never knew you were such a cockslut (Y/N),” he cut her off, one particular swipe against her bundle of nerves tightened the muscles in her belly. The unappeasable JJ was back, the one that knew what spots to hit inside of her. Even though he was close to cracking as evident by the way his pace lapsed, he still kept himself in check to drive her mad. And it worked. It sent her into a rant of incomprehensible pleas. (Y/N) was teary-eyed, turning into a puddle under his attack. JJ’s dirtiness had her leaking, mind fuzzy in an unexplainable way. She wanted nothing more than to please him again. (Y/N) doesn’t think she’s ever felt like this before. Like she would cry and beg and offer anything she could to get JJ’s cock inside of her.

“So fucking greedy for more even though I fucked you already. Guess I didn’t do a good enough job, huh? Should I just stop then?” JJ taunted her in a coo that made her shake her head frantically. If he hadn’t already been rock hard, the desperation in her eyes would’ve done the job in a matter of seconds. “Yes- wait… no- JJ,” (Y/N) whined unable to put the words together. She wanted to say he was crazy. That of course he’d done a fucking phenomenal job. That she feels floaty and would wail if he stopped right now. There was just no way she could use so many words at once. That stupid smirk on his face proved he was just trying to be a complete menace right now. “Just a dumb Princess for me now,” he sounded like he’d won a prize, like he was awarded some major accomplishment.

JJ laid his body over hers like a blanket, shielding every part of it and effortlessly snuffing out her panic. His composure was rapidly deteriorating, matching her need for their bodies to fuse together. His tip slipped between her puffy folds, hearing her stutter. “There?” JJ’s hot breath tingled her lips at the new proximity. (Y/N) nodded, hands suddenly coming to life from next to her to feel over his honey tinted pecks. “There,” that was definitely a word she could formulate as he paused to capture her eyes. The rest of the world stilled around them.

JJ buried himself past her resistance, stretching her open until the front of his thighs connected with the inside of hers and ripped a groan out of himself. He was convinced the ethereal feeling of her walls confining him was the same one people felt upon arriving to heaven. Before he could even move, her ankles met above his butt. She was a mess of pleas and whimpers, only trying to get JJ deeper into her as if his head wasn’t already pushing against her cervix and turning her into mush. He moaned against her lips, both touching but wide open against the other from the intensity. She was so wet and easy to slide slip into without prep. Still tight and constricting around him even after their encounter. No matter how hard it was to do, JJ’s blue swirls prompted her to keep her eyes open. He refused to look away as his hips pulled away gradually only to thrust forward again. And then again.

“Fuck,” JJ grunted, this time setting a slower yet unimaginably rough pace. He rocked into her with every ounce of strength he had left. Her fingernails found refuge in the indent between his collarbone and shoulder, digging in so harshly there’d be crescent moon impressions left over. While his found refuge in the roots of her hair, tangling into the long wavy strands. JJ used that grip to strengthen his thrusts. He could see it in her fragile features, the cloudiness in her eyes, and the airy moans that left her. She was almost gone and he’d barely even gotten started with her. “Guess what (Y/N)? You’re just taking it at this point, letting me do whatever the hell I want and fuck my cum back into your cunt like such a good little whore.”

(Y/N) keened at his vulgarity, soaking it in, the hand that wasn’t on his shoulder came to life. Roaming every inch of his body from the defined lines of his torso to the tensed muscles on his shoulders. She hadn’t gotten the chance to do that properly, to get drunk on the smooth skin that she’d been aching to wander for months. He was worth painting in this moment, sweat beading on his skin, building at the tip of his nose, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, perfectly shaped lips slightly parted, darkened blue eyes refusing to look anywhere but her. She could’ve came just from the sight.

He was becoming more and more vocal at her unabashed discovery of his body and the new emotion swirling in her eyes, moaning deeply against her lips. This wasn’t the same as their raunchy quickie in the Twinkie, here he could dig into her until his head was visible at her stomach and repeat the motion for hours. Pull out when they got close and then start right back up as soon as they came down if he pleased. It would be such a fat lie to say that he wasn’t getting off on her wandering touch and dreamy look, the way it seemed like she’d been longing to have him near. JJ adjusted the tiniest bit to increase the torturously deep thrusting while still maintaining a calculated speed that had her seeing stars. “Yes, yes,” (Y/N) whimpered out trembling as her fingers paused at his hips to squeeze. Her hypersensitive center was clamping down on his throbbing dick welcoming the new depth.

JJ was jabbing at her cervix ruthlessly, sliding against her velvet walls, reaching crevices she hadn’t known existed. Hitting the spot inside of her that sent her heels digging into the bed and toes curling. And like the criminal he was, JJ’s hand found the crook of her left knee forcing her leg up to reach even deeper. His balls constricted, all too close to finishing. “That’s it, yeah- yes- right there,” JJ was deaf to everything except the obscene sloshing sounds coming from between them and the impure filth intertwining with their muffled words. It was the only thing that could be heard from her room.

“JJ I-,” her high pitched whine fell off, not able to recall what she had intended to say. The heat in her core was seconds away from snapping like a rubber band. He was clouding every inch of her mind and every corner of her body. (Y/N)’s senses were experiencing a dramatic overload that left her repeating one single name in her mind. JJ. “I know- I know pretty girl,” he soothed patronizingly, walls tightening around him at the use of a pet name. He couldn’t help the grunt and snap of his hips upwards. “You’re so close (Y/N). Squeezing- fuck- my cock. Want me to fill your pretty little pussy again?”

Her hands shot out to grab at his muscular back, clawing lines down the smooth, fresh skin that had him hissing. JJ lost it, the sensually deep pace he had maintained turning into sloppier thrusts as she marked him this time. His shark necklace knocked into her chin with every upwards slam into her. The sight of it dangling down his neck was a turn on by itself. “Answer me,” JJ’s tone was dominant, the hand in her hair yanked at it as he made her glazed over eyes focus on him and not the necklace. His face was almost red, eyes dark and demanding as his hair tickled her forehead. “You need my cock and cum Princess, but do you want it?” JJ slammed into her, emphasizing every choice word, “You want me? I’ll make you cum right now, if you tell me who you want (Y/N).” JJ didn’t have (or want) to say his name since they both knew who he was referring to. Who the two choices were. His entire mind, body, and soul ached to know the answer and the devil on his shoulder used this moment to get it.

(Y/N)’s mouth opened and closed like a fish’s. The endorphins washing over her through his cruelly delicious attack made it hard to string a sentence. But the response was all too easy. He owned her. Even if karma was righteous and she never got the chance to give her whole self to him sexually and emotionally, JJ still held claim to her heart and pleasure no matter how much he doubted it. “Yo-,” she didn’t have to finish it. JJ’s arms wrapped under her shoulders, holding his body against hers until they could feel their hearts pounding inside. He jerked his hips into her, surpassing the rhythm he had set for himself. He was barely pulling out at this point, only an inch or two escaping before he was plunging back into her. That was all it took for both of them to fall apart.

His pelvic bone pressured her clit in just the right way for her eyes to roll to the back of her head. (Y/N)’s jaw went limp, hands finding JJ’s blonde locks and clinging for dear life as every single muscle in her body clenched. Her fifth orgasm of the night hit her like a car crashing into a brick wall at two hundred miles per hour, lifting her into a blissed out state with the wracking waves of pleasure. She shook in his grasp, reaching a high like no other as everything went silent around her. A broken high pitched noise and his loud moan vibrating against her is the last thing she heard.

JJ felt his cock squeezed by her spasming pussy, sending him over his own edge a second later. His mind fully warped around the sensation, eyes squeezing shut. “Holy.. fuck,” he exclaimed in a raspy voice while bulldozing into her in sync with his knee moving upwards and holding her lifted leg against the bed harshly. Their peaks magnified by the rawness of their feelings that had boiled over. Thick spurts of JJ’s cum coating her insides as he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. Bright dots littered his vision from the vigorous orgasm that claimed every part of him from the bottoms of his feet to the vein protruding in his neck.

Neither one of them even realized when JJ’s thrusts became lazier, losing energy as he came down. His pants coming out short and heavy onto her skin. The arms that had wrapped around her weakened their hold from the exhaustion setting in. He stilled at some point, breathing in the sweat of their sins and the scent of her floral perfume that lingered on the sheets around them consuming JJ’s senses. Laying with her in his arms still felt like a fever dream. If not for the mess they had made, JJ would’ve let them fall asleep right there. Kept himself snug and warm with her cunt. But he sluggishly lifted himself up instead having a promise to keep, his eyes finding their way to her face.

She was looking straight through everything in her line of sight like she was in a dreamlike state. That’s when he noticed how relaxed her body was beneath him, the shallow breathing. She’d been too quiet and hadn’t even lifted a finger to touch him. “Hey (Y/N)?” JJ murmured bringing his hand up to cup her cheek gently, caressing it with his thumb. He scanned over her face in confusion. It took a moment to realize it only because he couldn’t really believe it. More so doubting his capabilities. But seeing how far away she looked, JJ had to know he had fucked her into subspace. “(Y/N)?” JJ repeated a little louder realizing if he had, he certainly didn’t know how to pull her out of it. Panic began to settle in as his other hand went to her hair again, stroking through it with care and tenderness. “Hey Princess come back for me? It’s JJ,” the thought of having to call the one person who might know made him want to bury his fist in the closest wall.

She blinked once.

The hands offering solace and comfort were the first things she felt.

Then she blinked twice.

His honey-like voice urging her to return to him right before the glowing stars stuck to her ceiling began to look brighter.

Then finally her unfocused eyes were looking back at him. The fingers tangling through strands of her hair with a sense of uneasiness and his gentle voice asking for her was the only thing that managed to reach her. (Y/N) had never felt like that before, like she was transcending elsewhere. An out of body experience that she’d be unable to describe if asked. “JJ?” she mumbled, breathing a little heavier now. “What happened?” she questioned as he looked at her with sudden bewilderment which made her a little nervous. “You don’t know what happened? You’ve never reached subspace before?” She could hear it in his voice. The surprise that she’d done it with him and the boost of ego that came with not having done it with John B. The blush on her cheeks spread quickly, eyes closing as she buckled under his intense stare. (Y/N) was still basking in the glow from their shared orgasm which made it harder to think but she knew the answer.

She truthfully never had. There was times with John B she thought she might, but she’d been laced with uncertainty. (Y/N) would slow them down before her mind could wander off. It was always what she considered to be an irrational fear since John B would realistically never let something happen to her, but with JJ she had willingly let it happen. No, subconsciously, let it happen. Her body hadn’t fought it at all. “I’ve- no. I’ve never done that,” she admitted in a whisper looking anywhere but him. But his fingers found her chin, tilting her head back to him so their eyes could meet. The lust was replaced with something that (Y/N) had never seen in them before. Something she would call love if it didn’t sound absolutely insane. JJ Maybank in love with her. “S’not a big deal,” she tried to act like it wasn’t but it certainly felt like it.

JJ nodded carefully, acting with caution as she retreated back into her thoughts. He knew her too well by now. When things scared (Y/N), she’d pull away from them. She’d let her overthinking do the work before risking herself getting hurt. He didn’t want to push her back into her shell now. Not now that he had gotten a taste of her. That he had managed to open her up more than. Usually it was him running from any form of commitment, yet here he was practically salivating for it. “Yeah,” he sounded unconvinced but (Y/N) was glad he didn’t dwell on it. He winced as she shifted, his softening member grazing against her walls making her eyes flutter and plump lips part. “Tired?” JJ’s softness wasn’t easy to ignore considering she was used to his hard exterior hiding his emotions. They hadn’t actually gotten to this part earlier. JJ had to rush back before John B suspected anything while she had given herself the mercy of a couple of minutes to gather herself.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed out letting her eyes close softly, still feeling the aftershocks of her intense orgasm and hopelessly attempting to run away from the thoughts in her mind. JJ did know her too well. Her eyes squeezed tighter as she felt JJ pull out, another round of their juices sneaking down between her crack and onto the bed. She might have to change the whole mattress honestly. JJ had to bite back an audible noise that wanted to spill out from the sight of it. His shiny, slick dick twitched below him. After cumming twice, he doesn’t understand how she holds enough power over him to illicit a response like this. JJ was capable of fucking her again if given the opportunity. But her sleepy eyes gave her away. They were both exhausted.

He moved farther away, only to pick her up bridal style from where she lay earning a low gasp. “What’re you doing?” (Y/N) mumbled, lacking the strength to fight him off at this present time. Her arms wound around his neck quickly in fear of diving headfirst into her oak wood floor but she had a feeling he wouldn’t let that happen. The muscles in his arms flexed as he walked her into the bathroom, only confusing her more. “I owe you a bath,” JJ stated like it was obvious when he saw her bewildered expression, leaning down to sit her onto the bathtub gently. Her heart felt tight in her chest having completely forgotten about her bath. All in all, it would’ve been pointless had she taken it earlier with JJ always getting his way.

She watched as he leaned down to switch the warm water on, closing the drain when it was at a nice temperature. The water crept through her toes first before touching the underside of her thigh. (Y/N) sighed at the way it soothed her aching skin and throbbing mound. He went to push the lid down on the toilet, eyeing it and lifting an eyebrow when it lowered gently. Kooks, he thought instantly. JJ turned to face her and take a seat. “You’re not getting in?” The question startled him, like that’s not what he’d been planning on doing whatsoever. “Uhm- I can… Figured I’d just give you one so you could get to bed and I’ll go after,” there he went again, tugging on emotions that she’d spent months hiding under a rug. She couldn’t get it through her head, why JJ was evoking a reaction from her that she didn’t know existed, one that didn’t compare to John B. If she thought she had loved JB then what was this? Fooling herself into believing that words during sex were simply just that was becoming impossible.

“I mean- s’a bit silly? I’m already in here.. You need sleep too. Might as well get in,” she tilted her head slightly, glancing at him with such fondness that could take his breath away. JJ swallowed as he stood up and slid inside behind her, finding the same relief in his joints that she had. She scooted backwards until their bodies were touching, laying back onto his solid chest with closed eyes. His body relaxed as she decided what boundaries they could cross outside of sex. They let the running water fill the comfortable silence as they nestled into each other. A conversation about where this was leading was probably in order, but it was easier to remain ignorant. To stay quiet in hopes of stretching out the moment in case it didn’t last.

JJ’s fingers danced on the edge of her thigh until they gradually spread for him. He traced around the bruise he’d left her close to apologizing for the purple emerging but also finding pride in being the one that left it on her. It dawned on him that John B could’ve seen it earlier if he had found out the way JJ had intended him to. His eyes peered over her features curiously, wondering if she had actually listened to his sex induced demand. He felt guilty now that it was John B’s girlfriend he had done that to. (Y/N) who wouldn’t hurt a fly unless it had messed with her own. His long-time best friend who he had betrayed in a way he wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy. But his feelings for her made him act out in the moment instead of apologize. Made him want to rub it in JB’s face that her pleasure belonged to him. He let out a soft sigh, wanting to ask but lacking the courage. Her body was rising and falling in rhythm with his breathing, being covered by the water as it continued to rise. The bathroom fell quiet again as she peeked her eyes open to extend her foot and turn the handle off.

Once she did, her eyes fell on the place JJ’s fingers were making her skin shiver. With his other hand, he reached for her expensive looking body wash on the edge of the tub and the washcloth dangling close to their heads. She watched inquisitively as he dipped the rag in water squeezing the excess away and poured an ungracious amount of soap which made her giggle. He finally cracked a smile at that, leaving the bottle open as he set it back down. If JJ could get her to make that noise every day, it might just all be worth it in the end.

He began to lather her upper body first, feeling her jump slightly against him when his fingers grazed over her abused nipples. It felt nice though, domestic even. Him washing off the remnants of their day from her body. If only it was as easy to erase the memories. “I have to talk to him tomorrow,” she was the first to interrupt the silence making his smile falter and disappear like it’d never been there in the first place. He didn’t respond for a minute, just continuing to glide the washcloth over her thigh then down. He wiped meticulously between her legs knowing she was overly sensitive there now which was confirmed by the way her thighs went to shut but he stopped them.

“‘Bout what?” he didn’t mean it to be such a broad question but the snort she responded with made him aware of it. JJ knew what she wanted to discuss, he just didn’t know how to ask whether it’ll end with them breaking up officially or attempting to reconcile. (Y/N) wanted to pretend like he was being oblivious on purpose and not like she was reading into what was really going on. (Y/N)’s mind was muddled by the delicate way he was cleaning her off and the zero control she showed around him. Truthfully, she’d been inwardly swaying between the two boys for too long now.

(Y/N) shrugged her shoulders half-heartedly, watching his hand move down her tilted leg. The air felt heavy with the words spoken during intimacy. After being so forthcoming about who she’d choose, JJ still had an unwarranted fear that she would retract. Blame everything on the fact that she was lost chasing her high. He’d obviously excelled in that department, granting her with several orgasms but who she needed emotionally was still poking at him. It was an unintentionally loaded question that left her feeling anxious inside. “Don’t know yet.”

JJ didn’t speak again after that, he simply kept up his goal of bathing her. The washcloth smoothed over the bite on her shoulder making her whimper and throb at the same time. JJ was astonished with himself, finding it hard to believe he’d been capable of doing actual damage. But (Y/N)’s breathing was a tiny bit heavier, eyes opened halfway as she attempted to conceal how she felt about it. He had picked up on enough of her cues to know she had thrived off of it, during sex and now. JJ inhaled through his nose, free hand moving to tug at his cock slightly that had twitched. He wanted to do more, bite her thighs until his teeth tore through the flesh and tinted her tan with crimson red. Then soothe the skin with his tongue before repeating the act on her other thigh. Now that he had her, his possessiveness had gone into hyperdrive. Satiated only by the idea of his bite mark on her delicate skin.

Once she was covered in suds and the passion fruit smell filled his senses, he used the same washcloth on himself trying to distract and recollect himself before his animalistic kink was mentioned. (Y/N) had lifted up slightly allowing him to clean his front section too lost in her own mind to notice his revelation. She wanted to be the one to wash him, travel his body in the same way but by the time she got done overthinking, he seemed about done. She tugged on her bottom lip softly, opening the drain again to let out the dirty water. JJ sat up behind her and poured shampoo onto his hand before slipping his fingers through her wet hair unexpectedly. His fingers scratched softly at the scalp hearing a content hum from the girl in front of him. This was out of the norm for him, putting so much effort into aftercare. Girls would leave his room before he put any thought into them needing even a shower or rest. He was a dick and a player. He was well aware of that. JJ was also well aware that he wasn’t a dick and a player when it came to her.

He repeated the steps with the conditioner after washing her hair out with the clean water she was filling the bathtub up with. Before JJ could do it for himself, (Y/N) was turning around in between his legs and taking the shampoo from his grasp. She wouldn’t let the chance slip through her fingers. “You’ll smell like me,” she warned with a teasing smile softening the worry etched in their faces. JJ just stared at her. The lines on her forehead, the curve of her button nose, the undeserving kindness she showed him. Then he shrugged in the same manner she had. “Good,” he replied without a second thought to it making her blush reappear on her cheeks and down her neck.

(Y/N)’s soft hands ran shampoo through the blonde forcing his eyes to shut and an embarrassing moan to escape. But she giggled again. An onslaught of butterflies in his abdomen making him feel queasy. How could he really feel bad for his actions when everything inside of him turned into mush around her. “Never had someone wash your hair before?” It was supposed to be a joke but JJ gave her a small nod as he let his body relax from her touch. “Guess it’s a night of firsts,” he murmured reminding her that he’d been the first to drop her. She let out a shaky breath as he sunk into the water to wash off the shampoo.

He lifted out from the water, barely having a chance to rub the water out of his eyes before soft lips were finding his. There was no delay as he kissed her back, arms wrapping around her loosely to pull her closer. He straightened out his legs so that she could slide onto his lap with ease. Her fingers tangled in his hair that now looked a little darker from the water. They tugged tentatively, willing him to open his mouth for her. Her chest pressed against his just a little tighter as they deepened the kiss. He relinquished control under her, letting her continue to guide the pace they were moving at. Her tongue slid against his, tasting him.

The kiss grew lazy, mouths moving against one another for the sole purpose of being able to in the private confines of her bathroom. His hands found the curves of her waist, sliding over them to her back and then down to grab handfuls of her ass. He lifted her closer to him centers aligning as she gasped into the kiss. She moved slightly but one of JJ’s hands found sanctuary wound around her throat. He pulled (Y/N) back to him, lips melting into a more meticulous kiss. He licked between her lips once, then twice with a particularly jarring squeeze to her ass cheek. She complied more willing than she gave away. JJ’s tongue circled hers, groaning as she began to pull away. (Y/N) kept their forehead and noses connected. “J?” she mumbled resting her palms on his torso and digging her fingers in softly.

“Yeah?” he breathed out reaching forward slightly in attempt to catch her lips again but she didn’t let him. “Conditioner?” she asked which made him chuckle and shake his head slightly without pulling away. JJ kept his hands in place and used them to stand up with her, water pouring down from both their bodies while she scrambled to find a grip on his shoulders. “You think my dad buys shampoo and conditioner? Think I’m good with shampoo,” he didn’t mean it like that, but the pang of guilt and sadness hit her nonetheless. JJ didn’t even bother to empty out the bath water just to check that no more was falling in, ignoring her chirps of protest once he led them out of the bathroom.

“JJ- my bed. I swear-.”

“Swear what?”

He hovered her above the clean side of the mattress, a mischievous smirk finding its way. “I-I..,” she couldn’t come up with a rebuttal fast enough before he was dropping onto the bed with her and laying them down. (Y/N) wanted to be mad but a laugh is what came out instead as he tugged her close against him, facing one another. “Too slow,” he deemed letting the pillows pave a way to the drowsiness kicking in. He didn’t expect it to happen so quickly but he really was worn out. JJ’s blue eyes began to flutter in front of her and she laid her hand on his cheek gently. All it took was that for them to close completely.

(Y/N) took in this freshly washed version of JJ getting comfy in her bed. She’d be in so much trouble if her dad caught them. He was used to John B. Accepting of his daughter dating a Pogue because they’d become well aquatinted together while working on The Druthers. But JJ Maybank? Son of the town drunk who was notorious for stealing and picking fights with anyone in his life including JJ? He’d have a heart attack from his hatred toward Luke and JJ, who he had already had a couple of run ins with at the Island Club. Although, no matter how much trouble she could get into, he still looked unbearably cute releasing soft puffs of air her way.

“Look whose tired now,” she teased as he fought to keep himself awake through the rubbing of her thumb and the welcoming satin feel of the pillowcase. JJ mumbled incoherently switching between the comfort her hand offered and the darkness looming. He slipped further into the vulnerable limbo of sleep when he spoke next. “It’s not just sex to me (Y/N).”

The words hung in the air as he finally drifted off, snores interrupting the thudding off her heart in her throat. It was bittersweet to hear him utter the words her body craved from him. What she felt for John B didn’t come close to this. She would be in denial if she didn’t face it. (Y/N) didn’t see any plausible way to make this work though, even if she wanted it to. John B and JJ were as thick as thieves. Best friends for life. She had already come between that and caused enough damage. If she chose one of them now, their friendships would never be the same. Between any of them, not just the three that were now stuck in a love triangle.

With the weight of the world on her shoulders and the peace offered by the warmth he radiated, she let herself be taken over by the same darkness. After a long, perplexing day, both of them were drained mentally and physically. Any apprehension she felt could wait till tomorrow. Not even her overthinking could keep her up tonight. And if JJ fell asleep remembering that he hadn’t mentioned John B’s name again the whole night, well. He kept it to himself.

*****

“(Y/N)?” she heard faintly making her snuggle further into the damp sheets and comforters that were colder now without the presence of body heat at her side.

“Five more minutes,” she urged in the haze not wanting to awaken just yet but the voice was persistent and annoying on the other side of her door. Her doorknob rattled as the intruder attempted to open it which is what made her stir finally. “Five more- (Y/N) get up,” Rafe’s frustrated voice rang from the outside of her bedroom which made her eyes peek at last. Instead of being met with an empty room though, JJ was standing in front of her bathroom with wide eyes, her toothbrush hanging from his mouth, and low-hanging boxers. “Dad said you were supposed to come to the country club with us. Hurry up,” Rafe rushed her assuming she’d been in the process of getting ready when she had completely forgotten.

(Y/N) had promised she’d go to dinner with them Saturday afternoon since she’d been spending so much time with John B and her friends on The Cut. She had never slept into the afternoon though. With a quick flicker of her eyes to the clock that read 4:56 P.M. and back to a half naked JJ, memories of yesterday flooded her. Any tiredness that remained was long gone now as she shot up from the bed, holding the comforter to her naked chest. “Uhm- yeah,” (Y/N)’s called out more firmly now that she was fully awake. “Tell dad I’m not feeling well- I’ll go to dinner tomorrow.” There was a pause on the other side of the door as JJ took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

“Is John B in there with you?” Rafe accused which made JJ’s fingers twitch with jealousy. He had to refrain himself from calling out to him and making it clear that it was him and not John B who had the privilege of waking up at her side this morning. “God Rafe no,” (Y/N) claimed in exasperation, irritated with the way this conversation with going. She shouldn’t feel guilty about the flash of anger in JJ’s blue eyes but she did. “I was just out late at The Boneyard. Got a massive hangover. Tell him I’m sick,” (Y/N) lied but it was the only thing that she knew would convince him. They had seen each other in passing last night so there was no reason Rafe wouldn’t believe her. It seemed to work though as he huffed from the other side.

“And you’re still the favorite?” He asked rhetorically and bitterly as heavy footsteps began making their way away from her door hinting at his departure. They both waited another minute before visibly relaxing now that they weren’t caught. She moved her attention back to JJ who made his way into the restroom to spit out the toothpaste and rinse his mouth out. There were bright, red gashes down his back making her breath hitch as she realized she was the blame. She tried to shake the thought away, ignoring the stirring in her pit. Like she had enjoyed staking her own claim. (Y/N) paid attention to what she should be disgusted in instead. JJ was using her toothbrush, the one she’d been using daily for the last month. But it warmed her heart a little that JJ hadn’t minded using it. He was so calm, walking around her room and using her things like he belonged there. Yesterday she had woken beside John B in the Chateau and today she had JJ in her bedroom on Figure Eight. Oh how the tables had turned.

It’s not just sex to me (Y/N).

The words made their way to the forefront of her mind as she chewed on her bottom lip watching him. He turned to her with a nonchalant, unreadable expression on his face. “So round 3?” He joked as he threw the hand towel he used to dry his face across his shoulder and crossed his arms in front of her. The way his eyes scanned her body hidden by the covers made her question whether it was indeed a joke or not though. The area between her legs reawakened from the way he hungrily looked her over like she’d been served to him on a silver platter. It became obvious rather quickly that they couldn’t be alone anymore without succumbing to the temptation.

“No,” (Y/N) said adamantly as she stood up dragging the covers behind her and retrieving a matching lavender lace bra and panty set to wear. She moved to the closet after a quick slam of the drawer and found jean shorts with a simple white t-shirt to wear. “You’d look better in mine,” JJ hummed from where he stood checking her out as she bit back a snarky remark and evaded the idea of herself in his clothing. It seemed as though they were back to normal, pushing until the other broke. Clearly last nights words were lost to the night. (Y/N) turned to make her way towards the bathroom acting unbothered with the tips of ear feeling a little hot and heart skipping a beat in her chest. He made no effort to move out of her way, just grinned with entertainment. His favorite past time was pushing her buttons until she snapped. This time pushing her buttons held a new type of reward that he wanted to relive a dozen times over.

(Y/N) scoffed at him though, squinting her eyes in mock anger to see if he would budge. But he simply peered down towards the sheet covering her chest and leaned closer to her. “I said-,” his thumb running across her bottom lip made her falter. The want in his eyes was pouring into her all too quickly. She was trying to make sense of this situation she had landed herself into but JJ made it easy to lose track of everything. Her heart and body yearned for things that she wasn’t allowed to have. She couldn’t explain how she had let herself be roped into the mess that is JJ. He was too good at reminding her though, lowering his hand down her jaw to her throat. He closed the space, tightening his fingers and feeling the jump in her pulse.

It was that small detail that made him act. “I know what you said,” he murmured before whirling them around so that her back hit the wall next to the door. His hand rested above her head, effectively trapping her against his body. “You said no… But you’re just so reactive,” he claimed as his leg slid between hers. The position mirrored the one from last night lighting the flame of arousal with memories and nothing but the thin sheet covering her as his bare thigh rubbed against her core. JJ felt it immediately, the wetness seeping through and making him groan quietly. Her breathing was already picking up, cheeks becoming flushed in a matter of seconds. “See Princess? I know what you like,” he did. In a matter of twenty four hours he had picked up on every cue that gave away what made her tick. “Like when your dad woke me up knocking on the door. I was so hard,” he pressed against her harder, “I know you would’ve liked me waking you up by stuffing you full of my cock.”

“JJ..,” she moaned his name without thinking moving her hand to grip at his wrist in a warning. Her knees wanted to give out under her from the indecency he was spewing. He leaned down to feather his lips across her ear feeling her tremble against his body. “Should’ve made you scream daddy so he knew who owned his daughter now,” JJ whispered with a menacing squeeze that made her whimper, breaths coming out short. She would’ve been on the floor now had it not been for his grip on her neck. He almost devoured her the second he felt the damp spot on the sheet grow at his words. His boxers were constricting at a rapid pace now that he discovered a new kink as his lips latched onto her shoulder close to where his bite mark was. “You like that? Like imagining daddy shoving his cock into his sleeping girl?” JJ groaned sending vibrations through her skin that made her body arch into him.

“Fuck- J,” (Y/N) gasped out catching him off guard and shoving him abruptly from where he stood. JJ’s eyes were darker now, taking one step forward ready to pounce before he noticed the fiery look she held. His chest was rising and falling now fighting himself from reaching out and taking her again. “I’m serious. Last night was sex. That’s all it was, okay? We spent months playing this little game and it was bound to happen. Now it’s out of our system,” it was a lie when she said it, they both knew it, “and it doesn’t have to happen again. I have to go apologize to John B.” She moved to the bathroom and closed the door behind herself with a loud thud before he had the chance to rebuttal. She leaned back into it closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.

(Y/N) hadn’t intended to be so mean with her words but he wasn’t listening to her and she needed him to remember why he hated her before they met. It was easier to have JJ hate her. If he did, she wouldn’t be going through all these conflicting thoughts in her head. She suddenly wished her mom was still here. She would have had the best advice for her. It probably would’ve gone something along the lines of follow your heart but her mom hadn’t met JJ yet, the culprit of her swaying heart. (Y/N) sighed rubbing her entire face as if that would somehow wake her up from her nightmare.

After a moment of alone time to calm her unfurling heat, she got dressed with the clothes she had brought into the bathroom. Her hair was a mess from where she had fallen asleep with it wet so she most definitely had to brush it. The memory of them in the bathtub made her pause in the mirror. She could still feel his fingers tracing the bruise he had left and the adoring way he had cleaned every corner of her body. He didn’t deserve her attitude yet she had given it to him anyways. No matter how much John B was probably blaming JJ, it was ultimately her fault for giving into the desire. It was such a frustrating notion to her that she wanted to punch the mirror in front of her but she’d end up hurting herself more than accomplishing anything.

Her moment of alone time turned into twenty minutes of stress-filled pacing. JJ’s wary knock at the door is what snapped her out of it. She ran a hand through her wavy hair before opening it and finding JJ wearing his outfit from the night before with concern written all over his face. JJ knew he had gotten caught up in the heat of the moment when she strutted around with nothing but a sheet on. She had that power over him, to rile him up without actively doing anything. JJ still wanted to give her any necessary space before trying to speak to her but she was taking too long and he was frightened by how often she fell victim to her doubts. “You okay?” he checked in with her, scanning her face which was devoid of any clues as to how she was feeling. His hand tentatively reached up to brush some hair behind her ear gently making her heart do somersaults. “Yeah,” she mumbled unable to resist nudging against his hand to melt into it as a small peace offering, bathing in the warmth his body offered her.

She was supposed to be angry, shoving him away. But the whirlwind going on inside of her tugged her from one side to the other. JJ kept his hand there, soothingly rubbing circles into her cheek. He was still cautious as he stepped closer to her, to wrap an arm around her delicate waist and better angle his hand. Her eyes never left his as she allowed him to bring her into his embrace. (Y/N) wanted to fight against it inside but her body melted into his without letting her second guess it. “I’ll go talk to JB with you,” he finally told her after a minute or two of calming her down. He already behaved like a coward leaving the Chateau before things got out of hand. Which meant JJ had to go and at least try to apologize and own up to the fact that he just should’ve gone about things a different way. He didn’t know how well that’d fare over or how he’d handle John B’s valid attitude towards them, especially her, but he would try nonetheless. At least that’s what he also told Kie last night. But he kept that conversation to himself for now.

Him joining her was shocking, enough for her eyes to swirl with uncertainty. “JJ- I don’t know. What if it’s not a good idea?” she mumbled then, her hand fisting his shirt as the anxiety of what was about to occur began to eat her up. If there was something she struggled to keep within, it would be the tell-tale sign of her nerves. Her heartbeat would run amuck and the nausea would hit her in a way she could barely keep her balance. This time instead of needing a Zofran it was JJ who helped keep her breathing steady and panic attack at bay. His fingers slipped under her shirt in the back, tracing his hand to her hip and offering her a gentle squeeze.

“I don��t care honestly. I’ve got some things I have to apologize for too,” he sighed hoping this could’ve been pushed back maybe just a week. That would give him enough time to settle into whatever this was and break her cement walls down. But she couldn’t live another day knowing how mad John B had been yesterday. It hurt her because she’d been the one to cause so much agony. And no matter what happened, John B still held a place in her heart which complicated things further in her mind. There was a war between her heart and brain that she just wanted to end one way or another. “And I messed up last night. Not with John B but with you. Takes two to tango and I shouldn’t have left you alone,” he added then assuaging her guilt. His fingers ran over her hip bone, circling there for a minute before pressing in slightly.

The look on her face when she walked into her room last night would be engrained into his hippocampus forever. The wet puffy cheeks, bloodshot eyes, broken exterior. He blamed himself for that. For causing her so much turmoil. But he was selfish at the same time, glad that he’d been the one to find her. The back of her mind made it a point to notice that he regretted not being there for her, not the actual sin they committed. This new side of him was frightening yet everything she wanted at the same time. (Y/N) nodded wordlessly as her hip nudged out slightly into his palm, comforted by the soft caressing while also conflicted. Not knowing how to respond to him when she couldn’t process the change in their dynamic. She also knew there’d be no stopping him even if she wanted to.

“We can take my bike, stashed it in some bushes,” the casual words summoned an unexpected laugh from her. She hadn’t thought about how he had gotten to her house last night, too distracted by his unholy mouth and skilled hands. It made sense that he would’ve had to hide the green worn down bike so that nobody called the cops with stupid accusations. A small smile danced on her lips as she pulled away to lead them out of her bedroom. “I’ve never ridden on your bike,” the comment made him return the same mischievous grin while glancing at the hallway.

“Never had a girl besides Kie on my bike,” it shouldn’t have made her feel jealous but God, it was like an accidental flip of a switch, there were so many times she had thought they liked each other. Hearing that she was the only girl to ride with him made her miss a step on the way down the staircase to which JJ’s hand jumped out to grab her arm quickly. A small embarrassed smile shot his way before he let go with a small squeeze to her forearm and she continued down the steps hastily. He noticed it, noticed the unintended affect his words had. But before he could add something else in, a younger girl was walking out of a bedroom at the same time they were approaching the second floor.

Wheezie’s eyes bulged out of her head behind her glasses, looking from (Y/N)’s widened eyes to the frozen stranger behind her. “That’s not John B,” her sister stated the obvious lowering her phone with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She had also been informed by Rafe that their sister was supposedly bed-ridden with a gnarly hangover which didn’t seem to be the case at all. “Nope, JJ,” he introduced himself with a half-assed smile not intending to come across as rude but seriously. Did people have to keep mentioning him? She crossed her arms over her chest with such a wicked smile.

“Okay Wheezie. John B knows so you can’t use that against me,” (Y/N) blurted out immediately recognizing the intentions behind her sisters stance. But the younger girl just smiled wider, taking a pause to come up with something else. “Well dad doesn’t know. He doesn’t let guys spend the night remember?” she reminded her of Ward’s rules to let her know she had them by the balls. (Y/N) cursed under her breath looking down the steps to the first floor before meeting Wheezie’s eyes and running her fingers through her hair. Normally they always got along with minimal issues. But if Wheezie caught a scent of wrongdoing, she was like a dog with a bone.

“Fine. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me later because we’ve really got to go,” (Y/N) gave in as she stepped down the last step with JJ following suit now that the situation was handled. Wheezie let out an excited squeal running back into her room to surely make a whole list of things that she would make (Y/N) do. The girl couldn’t even help the chuckle that escaped her lips as they walked the rest of the way to the main floor. She had to give it to her sister. Wheezie was indeed too smart for her own good. “I like her. She’s a hustler,” JJ nodded with a serious tone that made (Y/N) laugh a bit too loudly and shake her head. He cracked a big grin, teeth showing and eyes crinkling at the sound that had his heart swelling.

With one last glance up the stairs where her sister resided, (Y/N) headed out the door with a happy smile feeling a little more airy than before. It felt odd to have JJ walking through her house, meeting one of her family members. Her life with the Pogues this summer had been an adventure of a lifetime and she didn’t tend to mix it too much with her home life. Even John B had only come over a handful of times for dinner in the short couple months of them dating. And he really only slept over once or twice. Kie was the exception. They had plenty of sleepovers at both houses. It’s not that she was ashamed of the guys, it was more like she was ashamed of her life. The pointless knick knacks that rich people bought, the amount of empty bedrooms, the sense of entitlement that the people in her life had. Money would always come and go, as long as she had her real family, the Pogues, with her then everything would be alright.

“She’s like my sister though so it doesn’t count,” JJ spoke, bringing her out of her thoughts as they walked down the lawn. (Y/N) glanced over at him with a puzzled look on her face which made him pause at the side gate they were coming up to. She pulled the gate door open until she realized he wasn’t walking through. “Kie?.. She’s like my sister so it doesn’t count… You’re the first girl to ride my bike,” he put emphasis on the word by stepping closer to her, using his knuckle to brush against the back of hers before feathering his fingertips up her arm and shoulder. (Y/N)’s heart began to pound in her chest when she picked up on what he was saying. His fingers continued until he cupped her chin, thumb pulling her bottom lip softly before releasing it and watching it bounce back. JJ was enthralled by the sight and she him.

No matter how much she wanted to release herself from the guilt and kiss him until their lips were sore and raw, (Y/N) also wanted to tell him to quit it. To stop making this more difficult than needed but somehow the world slips away when he’s near. Her bottom lip was lit on fire where the pad of his thumb touched, she was drawn to him like a magnet. His head inched forward almost as if waiting for her to push him away. “J..,” she mumbled reaching her hand up onto his chest, running her palm across it until she arrived at his shark tooth necklace and tugged slightly. She did nothing to pull away from him as the memory of it hitting her chin surfaced and weakened her with the tingles it provoked. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over hers. His tongue slipped out to lick his bottom lip, purposefully smoothing over hers. (Y/N) tugged hard on the necklace not even a second later unable to refrain herself. Their lips connected, JJ’s hand molding into the curve of her neck while the other got lost in her hair. Kissing JJ felt like the first time every time. It was passionate, breath-taking.

Her knees wanted to buckle in his hold, sensing the adoration mixed in. It was like JJ read her mind, the way he walked her back into the gate. (Y/N)’s back met the searing metal that only added to the heat escalating the temperature of her body. But he didn’t let his hand roam. Instead he deepened the kiss, putting spotlight attention on taking the breath out of her lungs. He explored every corner, tasted the mint of her toothpaste, memorized the way her tongue slid against his. JJ could only focus on the moment, shoving every worry aside with ease. It was the way her fingers brushed the bare skin under his shirt that had him pressing her body into the fence.

(Y/N) gasped, tilting her head to the side away from him slightly to pant for air. JJ just saw the opportunity to kiss up the curve of her jaw, causing her eyes to flutter. Her nails dug into the crook of his v-line just as he reached the spot on her neck that twisted knots in her belly. JJ had to stifle a groan, sucking on the sensitive skin possessively and with fervor as his hand gripped her hair straining her neck as forced it up. He moved with gentle yet frantic urgency, swiping his tongue every so often to hear the mewl that escaped her lips. The pleasure and stinging sensation blinding her from how careless leaving yet another mark on her was. It wasn’t until he was satisfied and she was whining from the discomfort evolving that he pulled back to admire his work ignoring the temptation to see red. His lips parted, short harsh breaths washing over the darkened spot on her neck. (Y/N) let out an involuntary whimper at the feeling, meeting his forehead with hers to sway his attention.

JJ’s hold loosened at the same time a car engine roared through the street. Had cars been passing by the whole time? Neither one had been able to hear a thing besides the person in front of them. He still preferred to focus on the lines and dips of her face over the Kooks driving by. It felt like they were in their own bubble, rid of consequences. But some thought would always creep into the front of her mind as the oxygen seemed to reach her head again. It was only a name. But a name that held enough weight to get her to drop her hand from his shirt. JJ’s eyes flashed with something unreadable as he witnessed the moment she slipped away again.

“So I take it that means you only have one helmet?” It was meant to show indifference and lighten the magnitude of the moment but (Y/N)’s voice wobbled. She would’ve looked away the second she said it but the hand on her chin kept her where JJ wanted. The other one fell to his side aching in a similar way her body did. “It’s yours Princess,” JJ spoke with deeper meaning behind the hint of playfulness. The helmet wasn’t the only thing that was hers, his mouth was, his body, his thoughts, the stupid red baseball cap, especially his heart. Most definitely his heart. She could see it in blue of his irises. The intensity behind his words left her speechless once again. As much as she wanted to read between the lines, there were too many obstacles between them.

It was JJ who finally had to muster the strength to pull apart, his fingers tightening just briefly before letting go of her chin completely. He masked his own disappointment with the only way they knew how to communicate. A devious little smirk emerged at the prominent hickey forming on her neck and he rubbed at his jaw contemplating his work. “Damn, there’s no missin’ that,” JJ chuckled snapping her out of it as her hand flew up to her neck to touch the sore area. She cursed under breath, shoving at his arm slightly with her free hand as she lifted away from the fence.

“I think you’ve marked me enough,” (Y/N) huffed not even wanting to imagine what John B’s reaction would be. The bite on her shoulder and the other hickey was covered by the t-shirt, but this one would take more effort to hide. She flipped some of her hair forward which was temporarily successful. It irked JJ to see her covering up the evidence of his touch. He wanted to behave but his jealousy was ravenous. With a mind of it’s own that didn’t think about anybody else. “Don’t think it’s enough if you can still cover them,” he noted, the smirk disappearing into a thin line on his lips. She rolled her eyes at the comment biting back the urge to remind him she wasn’t his. As much as she wanted to wear it proudly, show all the girls on both sides of the island that JJ had been the one to do this, she couldn’t. (Y/N) simply had to ignore how hot his possessive tendencies were.

“Whatever,” she exclaimed, too flustered to find a witty response. She opened the gate again, not waiting for JJ this time around as she slipped through and began walking to the side of her house where JJ had presumably left the bike. He took just another second before following after her, taking the lead since he was the only one who knew where the bike was actually hidden. They glanced at each other for a meager second before (Y/N) was turning her attention to the oncoming car. JJ looked away, clicking his tongue against the rooftop of his mouth as they came up to one particularly big bush. He disappeared behind it before re-emerging pushing the handles out. (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat now that they were actually about to leave. She felt frozen as JJ casually hopped onto the bike and turned the key. The sound made her jump in JJ’s peripheral view. He turned his head towards her, reading the hesitance on her expression.

JJ reached his arm back to grab the helmet, nudging it into her stomach gently. “Hey it’ll be fine,” he meant both the bike ride and the conversation with John. But he couldn’t really know if it would be so the attempt at easing her was pointless.. She exhaled for a moment, taking in the tenderness that he spoke with and the affection swimming in the oceans of his eyes before nodding. She took the helmet from his grasp to put it on. Her nervous fingers fiddled with the clasp to close it once it was on. It’s not like she really knew how to do it anyways so the jitters kicking in didn’t help. Her inexperience was so obvious that it was embarrassing. But JJ’s rough fingers snuck past hers, pushing them out of the way to clasp it shut with one easy motion. “There,” his voice was kind, devoid of any judgement or ridicule. The stirring in his chest at the sight of her in his helmet further restricted his ability to breathe.

She slipped onto the bike with a shade of soft pink traveling up her neck. (Y/N) made sure to scoot closer, wrapping her arms around JJ’s torso and holding her hands there in preparation for her first ride. The heat of his body was soothing as the apphrension grew. JJ just always seemed to read her perfectly though, giving her hands a small squeeze before putting both of his on the handles and beginning to ride out onto the street. She let out a small gasp at the wind blowing past them when he really started down the road. It was more exhilarating than she could’ve imagined it being. Her senses were hyper alert, aware of every turn and increase of speed.

He was a pro at it though, weaving through cars and traffic with no issue. JJ could feel her tighten her grip every time they got close to another car. Normally he’d tease Kie, riding as close as he could to it just to hear her yell at him. But with her he sped farther away, not wanting to scare her during her right off the bat. This side of himself was just as surprising to him as it has been to her. The boys would prod and tease him until his grave if they found out. JJ had spent so long trying to convince himself that what he felt was just lust and taboo desire. But now these pent up emotions were finally loose and swirling inside of him he struggled to refrain from from acting normally.

(Y/N) did end up raising her head up very slowly at one point to take in the ocean view at their side. The sun was still out, shining down on the water below and giving it a yellow tint behind the clear blue. The rush she got from the wind hitting every part of her body only heightened the beauty of it. It was enough for her to forget the wave of nausea that had been hitting a few minutes ago and the fear that had kept her glued to his back. JJ had caught sight of her in his mirror, admiring the serenity in her features. (Y/N) looked breathtaking with her freshly washed hair flowing back, her eyes filled with peace. He thinks he understood in that moment that what he felt was called love. There was no other word for it but that. There was no tip-toeing around the way his heart felt like imploding in his chest and his lungs felt like evaporating into thin air when she was near.

Just as quick as it happened though, the semi speeding past them in the lane snapped her out of it. She was back into the curve of his back, helmet smushed into the space between his shoulder blades. Hands wound tightly around him.

They continued the rest of the way in silence. The further they got from Figure Eight, the more her body became rigid against his back. It hit her then that it was an extremely bad idea to show up with JJ but it was too late to turn around now. The familiar streets of the Cut came into view reinforcing her panic. Her grip had cemented so much JJ thought she would actually leave a few bruises or wounds behind. “Nothing’s gonna happen (Y/N),” he tried, lacing his fingers with hers for just a quick second and squeezing before having to grab the handle to turn into the Chateau.

The familiar sound of the dirt bike alerted everyone inside to their presence. John B was darting up from his spot on the couch faster than Kie and Pope could even process it. The front door was propelled open against the siding of the house, John B’s eyes narrowing on JJ who was helping his girlfriend off the dirt bike and then unclasping the helmet for her. “You’re fucking joking right now,” John B saw red, anger etched in his entire soul from head to toe. If looks could kill, they’d be dead and buried deep underground. (Y/N) had the thought to at least cover her neck with her hair and then turn away from JJ to confront the fiery brown eyes shooting daggers their way.

“Hey, it’s not what you think JB please. I just came to apologize. We both did,” (Y/N) spoke in a soft tone to relay just how much she meant it. She hadn’t intended for John B to end up as casualty in the process. She truly hadn’t thought at all in the moment. Kie and Pope came out through the front door to stand behind the fuming man next to them as she took a couple of uncertain steps forward. “Yesterday- that’s not what should’ve happened and I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) pleaded with him but the words couldn’t heal a wound of this nature. Especially not with his best friend standing behind her with crossed arms leaning his bum against the bike looking like a pompous asshole. Her words had stung JJ hard after the revelations they had whispered into the dead of the night. It wasn’t intended to come off as regretful but he couldn’t help but take it as that. Lashing out from the burn of her words, he smirked at John B to provoke him instead of keeping a level head.

“Not what I think? Seriously?” John B seethed not even wanting to voice his deplorable thoughts because they’d be too severe and permanent. He took steps forward to be face to face with (Y/N) but still keeping his distance. His blood was sizzling, eyes pitch-black and somehow losing light by the second. If (Y/N) had thought he was furious yesterday, it had nothing on the anger John B felt with the pair in his sight. “I think you’re just a spoiled Kook that came to experiment with us Pogues. Had fun yet? Whoring around?” John B spat as he kept his focus on her. If he dared to look JJ’s way again he might not be able to restrain himself.

(Y/N)’s eyes watered, taking a step back as Kie tried to rest her hand on the tense muscle of John B’s shoulder to diffuse the tension. Maybe in some way she had come to hear his demeaning words. She felt worthy of them. JJ, however, was the complete opposite. He had managed to keep quiet until know, acting on impulse as he sprung up to shield her from the livid man in front of her. He could accept that John B was more than just resentful, but throwing insults (Y/N)’s way was a line he wouldn’t let JB cross. “Watch your fucking mouth John B. You’re just mad that your little game didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to,” JJ bellowed at him matching his rage with an icy glare, knowing exactly what buttons to press before Kie could set out to cool him off.

JB’s arms ripped out of Kie’s grip in a split second decision, thrusting out to shove at his best friends hard chest with flat palms. It sent him falling back but only provoked him more. JJ looked like the devil. His lips curving into a wicked smile, hair tousled by the wind. Blue eyes were dripping with venom. Quicker than JJ could retaliate, (Y/N)’s small, gentle hands caught the back of his arms before he could stumble into her. “J Please,” (Y/N) begged under her breath into the privacy of his muscular back sounding distraught as she grounded him, “this isn’t why we came here.” He did his best to inhale deeply through a clenched jaw, visibly taking breaths from within to calm himself. It was rare to get him to pull away from the blinding fury once he was absorbed by it but he was helpless, in the mercy of her soft heart. Focusing on the delicate way she tried to soothe him by rubbing small circles into his side. It might’ve almost been enough to end the fight but it only set John B into a spiral witnessing the affectionate exchange. It was now the second time he was reminded of the fact that (Y/N) wasn’t the one winding him down.

“You’re worse than me JJ you know that? Luke Maybank’s kid,” John B landed a low blow that visibly made JJ falter, jaw flexing in rage, “Just another delinquent in the works... ,” he drawled out with a closed fist shove of JJ’s shoulder, the tension skyrocketing around them and pricking the hairs on everyone’s skin. “C’mon John B- this is pointless nothing is getting resolved- we can wait till everyone is ready,” Pope was practically begging as he attempted to tug at John B’s arm. But he was strong-willed and unflinching as he stepped forward to be almost chest to chest to JJ. Blue met brown as their eyes locked, everything eerily quiet. “You think she’s gonna want you?” The vindictive words crashed into him. JJ couldn’t stand being compared to Luke. His dad beat his mom and beat him too and JJ swore that would never be him. And knowing that he wasn’t worthy of (Y/N) was one thing, being reminded of it was another.

Except JJ knew exactly how to retaliate.

His muscles loosened as all the tension was released from his body. A lazy, horrific smile appeared on JJ’s face with cold eyes staring him down. It was a look unlike he’d ever given anyone. Kie was almost quivering just from witnessing it, much less did she want to be on the receiving end of it. He’d spent months pining after her, dealing with with his conflicting emotions, watching his best friend be happy and ignoring his own needs for John B’s sake. But JJ wasn’t going to do that anymore, not when it came to her.

So he knew exactly what to say.

And the color in (Y/N)’s face drained as JJ crept a couple of measured steps until he was standing beside her. She knew what he was going to say before it came out of his mouth.

JJ’s fingers trailed over to her hair, flicking it back as he bit his lip to contain the sinister smile. Everyone’s eyes falling on the darkening hickey as (Y/N) felt her cheeks hot, head spinning and eyes blurry with embarrassment and anger.

“Well JB that’s not what she was saying in her bedroom last night. She wanted me a lot..,” JJ chuckled criminally while maintaining a look of pure satisfaction. Making it clear that (Y/N) had not just wanted him, but begged for it. He practically ate up the shock piercing John B’s features. Just to make sure there was no miscommunication, JJ sunk the knife in further for good measure.

“You know.. her bedroom… with those cute glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling?”

It was Kie that gasped before John B reacted. She’d been in (Y/N)’s room plenty of times to know exactly what he was talking about.

Less than a second later, JJ’s jaw made a worrisome cracking noise as John B connected his balled up fist to it. Despite the metallic taste in his mouth, JJ didn’t hesitate to lunge forward and tackle John B to the ground. Both of them snapped, yelling profanities and taking their rage out on the other. He swung blindly, rings jabbing into John B’s abdomen. The taller man winced, before thrusting his knee upwards and digging it into JJ’s chest.

“JJ!”

“John B!”

Both girls kept yelling and risking a hit by trying to get in the middle of them. But it was next to impossible. Pope jumped up to try to intercept but they were both pushed over the edge now. He couldn’t get a single chance through the flying limbs. They had both been stewing in their rage for too long now. John B had been waiting to do this since last night and seeing as he hadn’t been able to because JJ was on Figure Eight, he was only further enraged. “You were my best fucking friend!” John B shouted as he managed to flip JJ onto his back, punching him coldly without measure. (Y/N) cried out and screamed at them, pleading as she watched JJ close his blue eyes. His body went limp, John B holding him up by the grip on his shirt. She recognized what he was doing because she had done the same thing by coming here. They were both looking to assuage their guilt by looking for punishment from the person they had betrayed.

“John B, he isn’t fighting back!” (Y/N) pleaded loudly with a tear-stricken face, catching his wrist before he could swing again. But he was stronger than her, especially fueled by the burning jealousy and wrath at their infidelity. She was no match for him as he landed another hard blow at JJ. “Fight back!” John B yelled into his face but JJ just gave him a lopsided grin, blood snaking it’s way down his chin to his throat and staining the hem of his colar line. He let out a heart-wrenching yell as his fist landed on the grass next to JJ’s head.

Everyone paused.

John B’s heavy breathing broke through the sounds of the crickets.

They just stared at each other while the other looked on. Almost as if they were communicating without saying a word.

Pope decided to use this momentary pause and separate them, latching on to John B’s shoulders to drag him away. It was relatively easy to do considering JB was no longer fighting back. His eyes were swelling with frustration and fury, tears that he was trying to keep in making their way out at an unstoppable pace. Beating JJ to a pulp would be too easy and he wasn’t even getting the satisfaction of the blonde haired guy pushing back. “You were my best friend and you fucked my girlfriend,” he spoke loudly, but more disheartened towards him watching as (Y/N) knelt at his side to check on the bruising eye.

“I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) sobbed to both of them, feeling like this was all her fault. Her fingers swiped softly at the blood pooling under JJ’s busted lip making him wince and her heart tighten. “It’s fine Princess. Takes two to tango remember?” JJ’s voice came out raspy, strained by the pain creeping through his body. His eye squinted, groaning at the uncomfortable throbbing coming from his side. John B had managed to get him quite good but she was right, he wanted to get hit. He wanted to be numb, his guilt could subside knowing that his best friend was able to take out the heartbreak and anger he felt on him.

(Y/N) shook her head though, standing up with the weight of her actions crushing her shoulders. If there was any remedy to this situation, it was to cut herself out of the equation completely. How would they be able to fix anything when just her presence caused these emotions to rupture out of them? She would always be a lingering reminder of their infidelity. Her head tilted to the side, watching Pope and Kie attempt to calm John B. She hadn’t even noticed until now that Kie’s cheeks were as wet as hers. It was just as agonizing to her to see their unit be torn apart. Pope was rattled, feeling powerless to stop them. They had had arguments and fist fights before about nonsense, but nothing this serious. He hadn’t even been able to get in the middle without being injured himself. It was all too much to take in. They were all perfectly fine before she arrived, and now they were more shattered than ever.

JJ observed her features the whole time, was privy to the way she detached herself emotionally to save the rest of them. But he didn’t want her to. He was selfish and greedy, willing to beg John B for forgiveness the rest of his life if it meant that (Y/N) didn’t run away. “(Y/N), hey,” his voice was still rough, but there was an edge of distress. She couldn’t take sole blame for the eruption their behavior had caused. But nothing he could say would really change her mind. There was a distant look in her eye when she focused on him.

He couldn’t even get another word out before she was turning her back to him walking away from them, from her life. Her shoulders were shaking, the reality of her consequences settling in. Her hand moved to cover her silent choked sob, free arm wrapping around herself to grace herself with some comfort. JJ wouldn’t give up on her without putting forth effort though. A beating he could take. Letting her slip through his fingers was something he couldn’t afford. Not when he finally had her.

Had her smiling and laughing at his stupid jokes. He could still hear her sweet giggling in his ear. See the heart-melting smile taking over her alluring features. Had seen her sleeping serenely in the coziness of her insanely overpriced California king, lips parted with a little bit of drool sneaking out. He’d had the privilege of bathing with her, exploring every luxurious inch of skin while quelling the ache in her bones. She had washed his damn hair. The feeling of her careful fingers on him in such an innocent yet intimate moment still drove him mad. The scent of her fruity cshampoo resided, mixing in with the dirt covering his backside as an encouragement to follow her.

“(Y/N), stop,” JJ managed to get out as he stood up at the same time holding his side with one hand where it seemed to hurt the most. The girl didn’t listen to him though, she kept walking with more intent to distance herself. The others were looking on but nothing else was said. John B turned around, refusing to watch any longer as he went back into his home to bitterly find the First Aid Kit. Kie wanted to step toward JJ to check on him but he rushed off, walking as fast he could to reach (Y/N). Pope placed a hand on Kie’s shoulder sighing before nudging her inside. Nothing would be resolved within two days.

(Y/N) ignores his voice calling out to her, shutting out every emotion related to JJ possible. She could return to her ice queen status, embody it once more to bury the agony and enter a state of desolation. But he was persistent, walking after her even as she got further and further away from the house. “(Y/N),” JJ’s voice was calm from behind her but she shook her head trying to will away the oncoming rampage of tears. They had started from the moment the boys started throwing fists and now they had a life of their own. “Hey- I.. I can take you home, you don’t have to walk or get a ride,” JJ tried to pull her back to him by any means but she stopped dead in her tracks. He hadn’t even realizing he was gaining on her until almost running into her when she came to a halt.

“No JJ. Don’t you get it?” she asked without hesitancy as she shifted to face him. JJ saw nothing in her eyes, no glint or glimmer, no hope for their possible future. “We can’t see each other anymore. We hurt people when we’re together JJ,” (Y/N) was stoic, refusing to instill JJ with any false hope. There was no world where they could be an item. Where they could cuddle in front of their friends. Go on double dates. Marry with a best man if it came down to that. As much as she wanted to let go of everything and melt into his stupidly perfect lips, she remained passive. Refusing to acknowledge the love she so obviously felt for him and choosing to endure the pain that would no doubt find a permanent home within her. (Y/N) locked it all away, tucking it deep into a place where it couldn’t reach her.

JJ’s Adam’s apple bobbed while his nose scrunched up, shaking his head in refusal. He looked off into the distance before meeting her stare. His throat felt dry, constricting from the fear accumulating the more she pulled away. “It’s not just sex to me (Y/N),” JJ repeated the words from last night, watching as something flashed through her eyes. “I meant that. And you meant what you said. About you wanting me,” JJ reminded taking a shaky step forward before saying fuck all and reaching his hands up to cradle (Y/N)’s cheeks in his hand. He gave her a torturously sad smile, fingers tracing the lines of her cheekbone. “You remember, last night in the bathtub too. I know you do,” he whispered, coming in closer to her, enveloping her senses.

He almost had her for a moment, (Y/N)’s brain cells mushing when he admitted that he did remember his late night confession. JJ’s pure vulnerability and the slightly forceful grip on her cheeks allowed her to rethink for a moment, consider the possibility that they could somehow fix this together. Her own admission had been a forthcoming revelation. More than JJ could’ve imagined when he brought it up. His blue eyes pierced through her, shaky hand gripping at his wrist. It was overwhelming, almost suffocating to be tempted in such a way. Her eyes closed. Knowing the way he was silently begging her every way possible would make her cave.

“It was sex… I was horny and you were too,” (Y/N) didn’t feel like she was in her body as the words came out. Her voice monotone and quiet. He was close enough for her to not have to yell it out. “This was nothing,” she continued even as she felt his hands drop from her face. It was daunting, so much so that she refused to see the destruction she was surely executing. Her heart was close to vanishing, entire body going numb. Not only was she losing a second person in the span of twenty four hours, but she was also losing her person. The one person she thinks might’ve been meant for her.

But JJ needed her to face it. He needed her to take in every single aspect of what this meant. (Y/N) wasn’t just taking a break from them, she was leaving. Closing the chapter on their summer together and ending something that had just barely gotten started. “Nothing? I think you’re a liar,” JJ’s temper was rising with her, loathing how she could let her overthinking take control of her life. “I think we’ve both known it since the moment we met. This is real and you’re just fucking scared,” his voice raised, finally showing his disdain for her choices.

(Y/N) dared to open her eyes which was something she’d regret till the end of time. JJ’s face had completely fallen. Her insides twisted, knotting and curling until she wanted to turn around and let out all the contents in her stomach. Which were actually none but eating right now sounded like a joke. The light in his blue irises that attracted (Y/N) to him in the first place had dimmed now. Disrupted by her hasty disregard. His lips were in a thin line, hands balled at his sides, chest rising and falling with every excruciating breath. It took everything inside of her to turn her heart to stone. Telling herself it was for the best.

“I’m sorry JJ,” she finalized the conversation.

Turning away from him and putting this singular moment behind herself.

Allowing herself to believe that they would be better off without her meddling.

The flood resumed down her cheeks now that he couldn’t see her disappearing into the following street. In the very back of (Y/N)’s mind, the little spot reserved for JJ, she still wished he’d chase her once more. Nudge her his way with his electrifying touch, kiss her until it felt like there was a volcano erupting inside of her. She’d say yes to the ride this time. She’d allow him to hold her in bed and soak his shirt with her tears. Even stay the night and every night after for as long as he needed to.

But none of that happened.

There were no footsteps besides her rapidly paced ones. (Y/N) wanted to say she was relieved, but it felt more like the entire universe had disintegrated. Her lungs felt like they were tied and knotted with rope, only able to take shallow breaths. A choice that took her all of two seconds before she was regretting had transformed everything.

If (Y/N) had thought any of this would be easy, the red baseball cap perched on top of her grey chair sent her into another meltdown, knees buckling to the ground with no one to catch her this time.

She’d lost them all.

*****

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[steddiealltheway]

Modern AU stuff is stuck in my head.

Thinking of one where Robin gets a new number and scribbles it down for Steve in a rush because she has a Tinder date with a really cute girl, and she does not have time for Steve to inevitably mistype his phone password several times before finding his contacts app. She rips off the scrap of paper and shoves it at Steve as she rushes to finish her hair and retouch up her mascara.

“Robin, you look great.”

Robin huffs, “I don’t need to look great. I need to look fantastic! You saw the girl! She’s hot, and, for once, I had such a great conversation and we were immediately connecting, you know?”

She rambles on as Steve rolls his eyes and tries to tune her out a bit. It’s not that he isn’t happy for her, it’s just… he’s suffering from a small, embarrassing crush on Dustin’s older friend. And while he knows he could just ask him out like any other person, he finds himself at a loss for words in front of the hyper man. And usually, Steve is more than happy to ramble about random shit and flirt until he has the person practically melting into a puddle of goo at his feet.

All he’s saying is Eddie Munson is different.

And he doesn’t know what to do about it but suffer in silence until their inevitable interactions where he unapologetically shoves his way into his space and calls him little flirtatious nicknames that make Steve’s mind go blank.

Steve has never felt so flustered in his life.

A snap brings him back to reality, and he looks at Robin who does a final spin and asks, “Good?”

Steve looks her over and smiles. “Perfect. Now, go have fun and be safe. I’ll text you to make sure she’s not a serial killer or something.”

“That’s comforting,” Robin says but looks in the mirror one more time before nodding and rushing off yelling, “Bye!”

Steve looks down at the piece of paper in his hand a cringes and the hurried scribbles. Hopefully he’ll be able to decipher it correctly.

He watches through the window, trying not to look too creepy, as Robin climbs into the car with a big smile before it slowly starts moving down the street. Steve feels better once he sees her date is a careful driver.

Steve waits a few more minutes before he makes his way out of the house and goes to his own. Once he gets into his room, he pulls out the piece of paper and types it into his contacts - after messing up the password and struggling to find his contacts.

Steve: So not a serial killer I hope?

There’s instantly some typing back that worries Steve. Shouldn’t Robin be distracted by her date?

Robin: Not a serial killer but you might be… who is this? You intrigue me.

Not Robin. Steve’s heart races as he looks at the scrap of paper. Damn scribbled mess.

Steve: Sorry!! I must’ve typed in the wrong number. Friend is on a first date and was checking in

Not Robin: So sweet of you. Although it makes me nervous that you have no way of contacting your friend and finding out

Steve hadn’t even thought of that. His heart races more. He’s always been one to worry.

Steve: Shit.

Not Robin: Do they have an Instagram that you can message and ask for their number? Not that I mind texting you this lonely Friday night, but it’s probably a good option

He sighs in relief. The stranger is smart and honestly a bit charming. It’s definitely a lonely Friday night for him too. He goes to Instagram and send Robin a quick message before returning to his texts.

Steve: You’re a genius! But what’s a genius doing alone this Friday night?

He stares at the message before sending it. No regrets.

He looks at it for a minute longer as the stranger doesn’t reply. Okay, maybe he has some regrets.

He starts typing out an apology, but a response comes in.

Not Robin: Nothing much really. Debating playing my guitar or staring at my ceiling for a few hours. Both very exciting options. Although I like this new option of texting you more… I will say I’m a 20 year old male though. Don’t want to be texting a minor or some shit.

Steve stares at the message and his heart thuds. 20 year old male. What are the chances?

Steve: 19 year old male here, so you’re in the clear. Unless one of us is lying.

Not Robin: hmm… that makes you sound a bit suspicious but I’ll pinky promise that I’m not lying to you on my end if you’ll do the same

Steve smiles at the message as he types back.

Steve: Pinky promise ❤️

He stares at the heart that’s a little bold, but hey. Why not take a risk?

Not Robin: Looks like my night is getting a lot better

Steve laughs and can’t help but think the same thing.

-:-:-:-:-:-

They text nonstop for the next few days. Steve opens his soul more than he has in years, and the stranger does the same in return. They flirt and exchange jokes and whatnot as well, but Steve always looks forward to when it’s late at night, and the stranger is always up and willing to hear some of his deepest thoughts.

Robin’s worried a bit about the person being some lying creep, but Steve isn’t too worried. He’s given away nothing too personal… except his crush on Eddie Munson.

He hasn’t told the stranger the name of his crush or exactly how he knows him, but in response, the stranger talks about his own hopeless crush on this hot guy who doesn’t really say much to him. They both joke about how they’re hopeless, and Steve almost wonders if he’s falling for the stranger alongside Eddie.

But it’s a crazy thought. The guy could be halfway across the country, but Robin argues that they’re nearby with the way the area codes match.

Steve just shrugs it off and tries not to think too hard about it.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Two weeks pass and Steve finds himself giggling in his bed at 2am, trying to fight sleep as the stranger rattles on about some kid he’s friends with that sounds oddly like Dustin. Steve shares his own stories about his Dustin and his annoying habits, but the two of them agree they wouldn’t change a single thing about their friends.

Not Robin: By the way, I’m going to be MIA for a few hours tomorrow. Got this sort of big game coming up.

Steve’s heart drops a bit at the thought. Tomorrow he was going to try to get a pep talk from the stranger before he has to face Eddie after the big final to his Dnd campaign.

Steve: damn. I’ll miss you. I’ll be hyping myself up tomorrow before I see my guy. Think you could give a brief pep talk?

He watches as the stranger types for a while, but is surprised with how short the text ends up being.

Not Robin: Just be yourself. If he can’t see how amazing you are, then he’s not the right guy for you 🖤 goodnight, stranger. Wish me luck as I will be seeing my guy too

Steve stares at the heart and feels his own heart beating fast.

Steve: Good luck :) Same to you 🤍. But hey, try to get his number this time! Goodnight

He feels his stomach kind of flip at the idea.

Not Robin: thank you. I’ll try

Steve hearts the message and puts his phone down. He stares at the ceiling and tries not to think too hard about the jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach as he drifts off.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Steve is slightly freaking out. He’s about to see Eddie, and he’s decided if his stranger is finally going to get his crush’s number, then he’ll ask Eddie for his. It’ll be fine. It’ll be great.

He stares at the school and waits for Dustin to bust out the doors with Eddie trailing behind him. Steve nervously pulls out his phone.

Steve: About to see my guy and I’m freaking tf out! Miss you :( you always know what to say

He sees his stranger typing and his heart races.

Not Robin: Weird, I’m about to see mine too. But I’m gonna ask him for his number!! I’m determined. But hey, I’ve miss you too :( game just ended by the way

Not even seconds later, the doors to the school open, and Steve watches as Eddie comes out behind Dustin looking at his phone before turning it off and pocketing it. Steve’s heart races.

“Steve! Eddie’s campaign was incredible! I almost died twice, but Will ended up saving all our asses when he rolled a nat twenty during our final battle! It was so cool!” Dustin says running up to Steve.

He laughs and nods not totally understanding what he’s saying. But he sees Eddie come closer out of the corner of his eye. Okay. Get his number. Easy enough. He can do it. His stranger believes in him.

“Okay, you can tell me all about it on the way home. Just give me a minute here,” Steve says patting Dustin on the shoulder as he approaches Eddie for once. He feels like he might pass out.

“Hey,” Eddie says with a big smile.

“Hey yourself. Heard that it was a good game,” Steve says, trying not to do a little dance at how he’s able to get a full sentence out.

It seems to also surprise Eddie who has a blush rise to his face. “I was hoping it would be. Um…” he trails off and kicks a rock on the ground. “So, I was uh. Wondering if…” he takes a deep breath and looks at Steve. “Wondering if I could get your number? In case… you know… something happens with Dustin or something. I don’t know,” Eddie rambles out and pulls a piece of hair in front of his face.

Steve digs out his phone with a big smile. “How about I get yours?”

Eddie smiles and his hands drop down to fidget with his rings as he rattles out his number. Steve goes to his messages and types it in, only it shows the number appear as Not Robin.

Steve shakes his head and deletes the number. Surely he did something wrong. “Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Eddie nods and repeats his number slower. It pops up again. Not Robin.

Steve’s heart thuds. “Uh…” he says and then carefully repeats the number back.

Eddie smiles and nods.

Steve swallows. Shit shit. Holy shit. Not Robin is Eddie. He’s been talking to Eddie this whole time and bearing his soul and talking about him to him. Holy shit what is life?

“Hey, Steve, you okay?” Eddie asks, concerned written all over his face when Steve glances up.

Steve stares and nods. “Um… just… you’re really not going to believe this.”

Eddie’s brows furrow. “Believe what?”

Steve takes a deep breath and types out a message to Not Robin.

Steve: Hey Eddie :)

Eddie’s phone dings and he looks at the message before doing a double take at it. His jaw drops. “You’re…”

“Yeah,” Steve replies.

Eddie nods looking like he’s half on the verge of panicking. “And your guy is…”

“You,” Steve admits then his heart races. “And your guy?”

“You,” Eddie says as his tongue comes up to worry his top lip.

Steve lets out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank god. I’ve been falling for both of you this whole time.”

“Me too,” Eddie says with a laugh. He holds Steve’s gaze. “So… what do we do from here…”

Steve scratches his cheek and shrugs. “Well, I say we take a night to connect the dots about everything and then go on a date tomorrow? Eight o’clock? I’ll text you details tonight.”

“Sounds perfect,” Eddie says with a big grin. Steve nods and starts to walk back to his car where he feels like he’s about to have a full happy breakdown. “Steve?” Eddie calls out.

Steve turns around and looks at him.

“The buttheads we’ve been talking about are Dustin, right?”

Steve laughs and can’t help it as he walks back to Eddie throwing his arms around him in a hug. “God, I missed you tonight.”

Eddie squeezes him back, “I missed you, too.” They pull away but stay close. “This is going to take a bit of getting used to. Both my dreams guys are you.”

“Same here. Shit.” Steve takes a moment to look into Eddie’s eyes. “I really want to kiss you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Eddie says leaning in.

The car horn beeps loudly causing them to both jump back. “Listen!” Dustin yells leaning out the window, “I don’t know what the fuck I missed, but I would appreciate it if you filled me in on the way home before my mom starts freaking out!”

Steve sighs and drops his head to Eddie’s chest. “What a butthead.”

Eddie laughs and hugs him again. “Tomorrow,” he says like a promise.

“Tomorrow,” Steve says pulling away and raising up his pinky towards Eddie. He smiles down at it and links his pinky with his.

The car horn goes off again.

“Alright alright! I’m coming!” Steve yells over his shoulder then gives Eddie one last pinky squeeze before walking away.

This is going to be a long car ride, but Steve doesn’t mind at all.

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 | 𝐉.𝐖𝐘 ♡

【Synopsis】 : You started to think you were losing your mind. Where on earth is your underwear disappearing to? Your roommate wouldn't happen to know, right?

『Word count』 : 750

-> Genre: Smut. Roommate au.

Pairing: Bestfriend!Wooyoung x AFab!Reader

[Warnings] : Masturbation. Pantie fucking. Swearing. Pet names. Kisses. Light banter. Flirting.

Note: I'M BACCKKKKKKK!!! DID YALL MISS ME HEHE.

My darling @shinestarhwaa , the minute i saw your request, i was up all night thinking about it. I would have made this longer, but Idk why i didn't, honestly, haha. I hope you like it hehe.

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This was the fifth pair in weeks that had gone missing. At first, you thought you might have been forgetting them at the laundromat in the basement of your apartment. But when you couldn’t find them there you started to believe only one thing. Standing in your silky robe with your hands on your hips, you head down the hall from the bathroom, going past your room towards your roommate. If anyone knew what might have happened it’ll be him. 

But little did you know, Wooyoung, your precious roommate was the one stealing them. It didn’t start like this at first. One time he did his laundry with your stuff and one of your pretty pink pairs of lacy panties got mixed up with his stuff. Tucked perfectly in his jeans. Out of sight. When he was putting his clothes away, he couldn’t help it, you were napping and he didn’t want to sneak into your room, fearing he’d wake you. 

So he did the natural thing. He was going to leave them on his counter and wait until you woke up. He was going to leave them on his counter…. He was going to wait. Wait for you to wake… How on earth can your panties be so soft? Are they silk? So warm, and they smell like your floral detergent. God, they're perfect. “Fuck…”

He was ashamed at first, rushing to pull his sweats down, awkwardly wrapping the garment around his aching cock. He had never came so hard in his life before feeling the sweet material around himself. It was messy, filthy. Sinful. He couldn’t help himself, as the days turned into weeks and one pair turned into five. He hid them under his bed, of course, not knowing what to do with the cum filled cloth. He couldn’t just put them in a wash, cause you do the washing nine out of ten. And he couldn’t possibly say all of these panties just happened to end up in his load. He was in too deep. So hiding them became the best option.

Then a knock at the door alerted him. He was right in the middle of pleasuring himself with your panties when you walked in and man the look on your face turned him pale. Pure shock was best to describe your features. Standing there in a bathrobe of all things, looking at him with utter disbelief. Wooyoung wanted nothing more than to hide away, and never return. Tucking his cock away in his sweats, his hand was tightly clutching the -your- panties. “I… I. uh. I can explain.”

“I was wondering where my panties went. What the fuck Youngie!?” You folded your arms across your chest, tapping your bare foot on the ground. “Do you have the rest of them??”

Wooyoung’s brain had successfully stopped working, just staring at you like a deer in headlights. In his mind, your friendship was over, but in yours, he needed to be punished. Sure it was weird but not the worst thing you’ve seen. And it probably doesn’t make it as bad since you have a huge crush on him. So right now, you wanted to play a game. Since he made you lose your mind, you wanted him to have just a taste. “Well? Why did you do it? I’ve been searching myself stupid for them.”

“Look, doll, I’m so sorry. It just happened and I couldn’t stop. I uh… god I’m a creep.” He was still seated in the middle of his bed, banging his head lightly on his headboard. You were silent for a moment, letting him sit in some guilt before you couldn’t hold back the smile. Starting to laugh. This caught Wooyoung’s attention so fast, letting him snap his neck in your direction.

“Oh lighten up Youngie.” You waltz over to him, leaning down so your face is inches away from his blushed one. “Just tell me so I don’t lose my mind over where they went.” he kissed his cheek before turning away and heading for the door.

Wooyoung didn’t move though, no, he sat with bulbous eyes watching you with a stopped heart. You gave him one more smile before saying. “Oh and next time you want to fuck your cock with something of mine. maybe try my pussy.”

And with that you left with a beaming smile, closing the door to leave Wooyoung with his short-circuited mind and aching hard cock.

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[dramaticals]

you're too good for him - chapter two.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: you're theo's best friend and he's secretly pining over you... but you have a boyfriend. modern au.

author's note: truly was not going to make a part two, but i feel like there's angst to be had and i love a good slow burn, so perhaps you can expect a part three if there's interest.

✧ read: part one ✧

Of course you noticed his absence.

After the night you came knocking on Theo's door and you'd spent the night nuzzled in the warmth and familiarity of his strong embrace, it felt like the rusted gears of your friendship were finally oiled up and turning again. You spent most of your time with Theo, opting to spend your free time with him instead of your boyfriend, who had yet to apologize for his actions. Cormac claimed he was just trying to pass his class and it meant nothing, but there were far better options available than resorting to flirting with the TA.

Cormac's mistake was Theo's gain.

The next couple of days felt like you were transported back into a time when life was simple. When all you had to worry about was whether Theo would trade you his homemade sandwich for your lunchable and whether it was your turn to pick the movie that night or his.

Cormac came to his senses on the sixth day.

You were studying in the library with Theo, shoulders brushing together as he quizzed you on natural nutrients for your upcoming final. Theo was determined to help you pass, even going so far as to bringing your favourite sweets as a reward for answering correctly. Of course, there was the added challenge of having to catch said reward with your mouth as Theo tossed it into the air. Whenever you managed to catch it, Theo would flash you a cheeky grin, and it made you all the more proud for answering correctly. You always loved the way he smiled. He didn't do it often anymore.

Just as Theo lined up for another toss, shutting one eye for maximum aiming (which elicited a giggle out of you), Cormac tapped you on the shoulder.

You turned to face your boyfriend, your eyes immediately drawn to the bouquet of red roses, haphazardly packaged in a thin plastic film, in his hands.

"Y/N, will you go to the end-of-year gala with me?" Cormac asked. He bent down onto one knee, shoving forward the bouquet of flowers for you to take. "I'm sorry about what I did. Truly. And I'll make it up to you if you go to the gala with me. I swear it."

Cormac looked at you with as much sincerity as he could muster. For a moment, you just looked between him and the flowers, your mouth stupidly agape.

Theo watched in stunned silence. The cheeky grin that had found its way back to his face had twisted into a frown. Like Cormac, Theo was waiting for your answer. He hung onto every second of silence like it was the only lifeline of hope—hope that you would finally see through lover boy's cheesy and insincere gimmicks and finally say no.

"Yes," You say, and you pull Cormac into a side embrace so as not to squish the bouquet. He'd never gifted you flowers before, and plans to preserve them went rampant in your mind.

The excitement of Cormac and flowers distracted you, and you didn't notice Theo pack up his things and take off, leaving the opened box of your favourite sweets in his place.

The gears of your friendship rusted over again. If not for the small smiles of acknowledgement he gave you in passing, you rarely saw him. He'd mumble excuse after excuse as to why he couldn't stick around for long. He even stopped opening his door for you, claiming he had fallen asleep early or that he was just too engrossed in his studies to have heard you at the door.

The sudden loss of Theo's presence, especially after days spent by his side again, felt like someone had withdrawn an oxygen source. You were alive, but just barely.

You didn't think anything of it though. You knew Theo liked his solitude, and he always came back to you when he was ready. You weren't worried.

As days passed, Theo kept up the busy facade. It wasn't until you caught him turning on his heels as soon as he spotted you across the servery that you realized that this time was different. He was avoiding you.

For the rest of the day, you racked your brain for clues and signs to explain your best friend's behaviour. As you lay pensively in bed, you cursed yourself for not noticing it all sooner. The eye rolls, snarky remarks, and frowns whenever Cormac was brought up or was in close proximity played through your mind. Of course.

You knew exactly how to fix this.

Theo's dorm wasn't far from yours. Just two levels up using the elevator, and you were outside his dorm room, knocking with new-found determination. You weren't leaving until he opened up.

"Theo, I know you're in there."

From the slit on the bottom of his door, you see a shadow stop in its tracks.

"I promise I won't take long."

The door opens, but only enough to fit Theo's tall frame. It wasn't enough for you to slip through as usual. It wasn't an invitation inside.

"I'm busy," Theo starts.

"No, you're not. I can smell the burnt popcorn from down the hall." You cut him off, knowing he was probably watching a movie.

Theo had a strange habit of burning popcorn. He'd claim it brought out a sophisticated flavour that you just don't understand, but you knew it was really because he relied on the popcorn button too much—a button that was lacking on all the microwaves at your university.

Theo sighs, opens the door, and retreats back into his dorm. While it hadn't been long since you were last here, it felt like you were stepping onto sacred grounds. Your eyes glance around his room, catching sight of his disheveled bed, messy side table, and the paused movie. Stacks of books and loose papers littered his floor. Some crumpled, others tossed aimlessly near the trash can.

"I know why you've been avoiding me." You announce, turning to face Theo. You cross your arms over your chest, standing firm in your statement. Theo avoids your gaze.

"Who says I've been avoiding you?"

"I'm not an idiot, Theo. I have eyes, you know."

This makes him tense. You expected a playful quip about your need for occasional reading glasses (proving how faulty your eyes could be), but it didn't come. Instead, his jaw tightens, and he visibly looks uncomfortable—no, panicked. Like he just got caught for doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"So, I took it upon myself to fix this." You continue, stepping closer to the boy. His eyes finally lock onto yours, and you can see the flicker of curiosity and hesitance flash across his soft, arctic green eyes.

"I found you a date for the end-of-year gala."

"You what?" Theo's tone is sharp. The softness in his gaze vanishes in an instant, replaced with a darker, unreadable expression. Anger, hurt, betrayal. You don't notice it.

"I found you a date," you say again. "I know how hard you've been studying and I'm sure you haven't had a chance for a real break yet—binge watching movies doesn't count, by the way. And with me and Cormac going to the gala when we—" You gesture between yourself and Theo "—usually go together, I figured I'd take it upon myself to find you a lucky lady so we can all go together. Like a double date. And I promise, she's gorgeous. I think she's actually in one of your classes, too. Her name's Daphne."

Theo looks at you with such stoicism that you wonder if he even processed the great news you just delivered. His lips twitch into a frown.

"So, what do you think? Will you come?"

"I'm not particularly in the mood for a fucking gala, Y/N." Theo scoffs. His eyes roll before meeting your gaze. His scorching glare burned into you like a woman scorned. "And I don't appreciate you going rogue and asking a girl out on my behalf. I'm capable of doing so myself if I wanted to." If he wanted to. And he didn't. At least, not Daphne.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked her for you, but I just really wanted you to come," you try to explain. "She seems like such a sweet girl, and you're such an amazing guy... I just figured I would nudge you two in the right direction, you know? And we'd all have so much fun together. It could be like old times. Cormac's going to rent a limo and everything."

Theo has to hold back another eye roll. Old times meant you and Theo. Not you, Theo, Cormac, and Daphne. Spending a whole night bearing witness to your and Cormac's love fest, surrounded by peers he didn't care for, sounded like his own personal hell.

"Please, Theo," you plea, hopeful eyes searching his rigid ones. "I really missed you. It'd mean a lot to me if you came."

Theo's icy exterior cracks at your words. How pathetic he felt, letting the fact that you missed him, dictate what he said next. His feeble, lovesick little heart practically jumped at your words.

"Fine," Theo grumbles with a sigh. He'd endure the sight of you and Cormac all night, even if it made him sick, all because you said you missed him. "I'll go."

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[meltingpotimagines]

Dating Kyojuro

Warnings: Mentions of food

A/N: Happy birthday, b 🎉 I hope this helps makes your day even better

ah yes

the local himbo

i may not have a crush on this man but even i can't help but adore him

and i fully believe he'd be a great boyfriend

i'm talkin sweet, considerate, caring, unintentionally flirtatious

he doesn't really know he's doing it

he's just being genuine and it comes off v charming

like saying you look absolutely beautiful

to him, it's not flirting

it's just true

or winking at you from across the room

he just wants you to know that you've still got his attention even when you're not near him

he's a total teddy bear too

gives the b e s t hugs

he just kinda fully envelops you and squeezes tight

sometimes doesn't realize just how hard he's squeezing until you're hitting his arm while wheezing

he doesn't mean to, he just loves you so much that he can't help but hold you as closely as possible

definitely opens doors for you

he's a mama's boy, and he's going to treat you with the same love and respect that he gave his mother

loves sharing his food with you

food makes him really happy and he wants to share that happiness with you

always makes sure to hug you right before he leaves for a mission

spends some extra time with you beforehand too, if he can

he can't exactly promise he'll come back, so he tries to make the potential last memory as great as possible

will pull your hair back for you if it's getting in the way

always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for this exact reason

walks you to your door like the gentleman he is

gotta make sure you get home safe and yk, not eaten by a demon on your way home

you two don't tend to run into issues with your relationship, but anytime there is one, he goes to tengen for advice

i mean, mans has three wives, he has to know what he's doing right?

he's also just hot, kyojuro

usually ends up getting advice from them actually lollll

not that tengen doesn't know what he's doing, but they all have good imput for things like this

different points of view

sometimes he picks you up when he's happy

he just like grabs you by the waist and lifts you into the air

doesn't even say anything, just grins

can you really blame him tho?

he's v energetic and loves you too much to just hold that in

gosh can't you just imagine long conversations with him

him just chattering on about his day and the people he met and the things he saw and the food he ate

asking questions about your day and the small responses to what you tell him

i fully believe he loves dogs so i imagine his face lights up when he talks about a dog he saw or when you mention one that you did

he definitely likes taking you to restaurants the best

especially new ones

new flavors to experience with his favorite person? yes please

oh gosh moonlit walks

just walking hand in hand, the breeze ruffling your and more importantly his hair

the fluffy locs getting gently tousled while the color almost glows under the soft light of the moon

absolutely beautiful

and he's painfully oblivious to it despite your staring

you'll never understand how someone didn't snatch him up before you

but honestly it's because no one else was an option before you

[villainbait]

Unexpected Inspiration

Pairing: Rafayel x reader Rating: E | Explicit | 18+  Tags: stalking, flirting, obsessive behavior, obsession, fantasizing, fantasy bondage, implied non-con Summary: Even though you’re not her, it would be all too easy and Rafayel plans to take full advantage of the situation. However, you don't play along quite like he planned. Word Count: 700~

A/N: I saw someone posting headcanons about rafayel stalking MC and it gave me an idea. This is just sort of me studying his psyche in a different way that's a bit darker. Hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. ♥

“I know, I know.” Rafayel whines, his lower lip jutting out even though the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see it. “I said I know, alright? I’ll stay away from her until the time is right like I promised. Don’t be such a killjoy.” 

He was standing outside the art shop, debating whether or not he wanted to paint. Everything had seemed so dull lately after seeing her on campus and he was desperate for anything to catch his eye. In fact, he had replayed the glimpse of her so much he was starting to hallucinate as he watched you hurry towards him before turning sharply and entering into the shop. Fate had never been that kind, but today she was cruel.

“Gotta go.” He hangs up the phone abruptly and follows you into the art shop, brushing his bangs from his eyes with a practiced gesture.

You weren’t her and a pang of disappointment shot through his gut. Yet, you looked so much like her that the two of you could've been sisters in this lifetime. As he followed you around the modest paint shop, he realizes that it has been hard for him to stay away from her and you…well, you came along at the perfect time. 

It was all too easy. 

You were looking at canvas options when he approached and asked what it was you wanted to paint. He could tell you thought he was attractive, but that was to be expected and he was unimpressed by your compliments. Though you shrugged off his casual touch, surely you were just shy. He made you laugh and could tell you were enjoying the unexpected interruption. 

However, after some flirting and fun banter he thought you’d be an easy mark.

But you just left. 

That bothered him. That irked him. He was put out by your soft rejection and easy dismissal. 

So he followed you, intending to soothe his injured pride, but something in the way you interacted with this cold, insipid world stopped him. He watched as you knelt to gently touch the petal of a flower growing in one of the many planters along the street, half-expecting you to pluck it. When you merely appreciated its violet beauty with the soft stroke of your finger before moving on, Rafayel hung back and found himself curious about a human for the first time in a long time. 

Rafayel was curious about you.

Rafayel dogs your steps over the next week and hits the jackpot, finding that you live in a quaint but cozy condo by the sea. He finds his thoughts dipping into dangerous territory, but he can’t seem to stop. In those brief moments he heard your voice over the last week, he couldn’t stop from imagining how you would sound writhing in pleasure underneath him. Would your cries be just as sweet? 

He slides his thumb idly across his lower lip just thinking about how you’d taste. How would you sound begging, desperate for release that he would continue to deny you? The mere thought of seeing you cry because of him made him more aroused than he’d been in at least a century. He knew you’d look so pretty all sprawled out and clinging to him, reduced to a needy mess that couldn’t even remember her name. 

The thought of you being tied up and helpless almost undid him as he leaned against the lamp post adjacent to your building entrance. Rafayel wondered what hues your pretty skin would turn once he unraveled you. Would your skin look mottled, an echoing pattern reminiscent of the foamy sea or would you simply flush a darker vermilion hue? How brilliantly those colors might translate to a canvas once he was done using your body as one. 

Feeling inspired, Rafayel continues to wait outside of your building, casually soaking in the waning sunlight and waiting to catch glimpses of you inside your apartment. For a while, he admires the way you set up your canvas on the balcony, preparing your paints with practiced ease before you finally sit down to stare out at the sea. 

He couldn’t clearly make out your expression from where he stood on the street, but the very fact you seemed to long for the same sea as he did made him want you with a sudden aching desperation. Rafayel had to have you. His mind made up, he saunters across the street, whistling a soft tune. 

There was no other way for this to end now. 

[satorusgirltonight]

"𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐��𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝" 

"𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔 𝕴 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚❓" 

Modern Vampire (kinda stalkerish???) ! Choso x F! Reader 

tw// stalkerish tendencies, choking, mentions of blood, implied kidnapping? 

I didn't proofread this- reblogs and notes appreciated

You lived in a small townhouse, next to a pair of brothers who were quite friendly, but the eldest brother was.. 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥, to say the least. He never really spoke to you,  he just waved or stared into your soul. Yuji itadori, the younger brother was always super kind to you, whenever you would see him in the mailroom, or just around, he would come up to you and ask you things;

"𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"

Or sometimes, it was 

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴?"

Yuji Itadori was far too young for you if he was trying to flirt with you, and he wasn't your type. You always answered his questions respectfully, but sometimes you were short with him, as to try and deter his weird questions. 

His brother, Choso Kamo, was quiet.. Interesting.. To say the least.. 

You would see him and try to say hi, but he’d never say hi back. It was weird, and eventually, you just stopped taking it personally. But then again, he was always 

Around. 

One morning in the sweet spring of April, you got home from your long day of classes, only to find a lovely bouquet of flowers, your favorite, on the doorstep of your townhouse. You picked them up, looking for some sort of note or tag that said who they were from. Nothing rang a bell, and you put them in a nice vase on the kitchen counter. 

Choso Kamo watched from a bush. The bush was quite uncomfortable and it wasn't a very fun place to watch you from, but what other option did he have? This was his first ‘advance’ he could say, trying to show his desires for you through anonymity. 

He always admired you. The day you moved in, Yuji had made banana bread and asked him to deliver it to you. 

That was the only time he has really ever spoken to you, and probably ever will.  Until he saw you in the mailroom. He could hear your pulse, and the vibrations your natural pheromones gave off to him were insatiable. 

The sun caught your face so well that day, and he accidentally made direct eye contact with you. Something he would not get over, as he had your attention for that split second. 

You had tried to talk to him that day but he left before you could say something. 

Then it happened at the convenience store down the street. 

Then it happened as you were both arriving home at the same time

Then it happened when you met up with your friend at the local park. 

Then he followed you to school. 

Then he followed you whenever you left the townhouse.

Yuji itadori soon realized he had some sort of crush on you, or at least a desire to know you, so he confronted his brother about it. 

Choso blew it off, and told Yuji to not give it any thought. 

Until Choso realized that you TALKED to Yuji. So Choso decided to bribe his brother with some money for video games, and had him ask you questions about yourself, your favorite things, and hopefully would invite you over. 

He just hoped you would never find his stash. 

No, not of cash, of blood, rather pigs blood, not human. 

But he so desperately craved it. YOUR blood. Just yours, and only yours. His mind was on it constantly, whenever he saw you, he could practically already taste it. 

But he never wanted to hurt you. As if he bit you, it would hurt, badly. 

Human bites are also binding. That’s what's killing Choso Kamo. 

When and if he ever did bite you, your soul would be bound to his, forever. You’d also stop aging, but you’d remain human, unless you decided you wanted to turn. 

It was a gamble he had to be willing to take at some point.. He knew it was you that it had to be, after 155 years of looking for someone that might actually interest him. 

You were sweet, almost too sweet. You left a sugary taste in his mouth, which always burned in his body for hours after. 

Then Yuji invited you over. 

He usually just sat on his phone while watching you and his brother play just dance, or some other video game. Eventually, Choso wanted to play. 

He couldn't get enough of you. It was a disaster at this point.

You found yourself getting closer and closer to Choso Kamo as the months went by, and by the end of the summer, you had his number. 

He was surprised when you sent the first messages. 

He was elated when you brought up the twice a week gifts at your doorstep, too. 

He found some sort of comedic relief when you brought it up to him while he was over at your place for the first time, without his brother in attendance. He took it all in, learning every inch of your space. 

"I just don't know who’s doing it, I would get a doorbell camera but I dont have the money for it” you said to him, sitting next to him on your couch, loading up the video game you wanted to play. 

“I wouldn't worry about it, the gifts are harmless right?” Choso said back to you, holding back his smile. 

“Yeah they are, but it’s just a bit off putting, I don't know anyone who would do it.” you said, grabbing him a controller. 

your voice was sweet, and your pulse was LOUD in his ears. 

He was at the point now where you considered him a best friend. He hated that. He wished you saw him as more. Although he couldn't read your mind, he almost wished he could, so he’d know how you truly felt. He knew you felt the same. You had to! There was no way you didn't, with the way you looked at him, accepted his gifts and texted him 24/7 with all your issues, hopes, and dreams. 

You often invited him over late at night, if you couldn't sleep, but recently he hasn't needed an invitation. He had stolen your spare key a while back, and when he saw you weren't sending him tik toks, he knew you had fallen asleep. 

Until he got caught. 

….

It was late and you had put your phone down after your long day, you were drained but you were still up due to the amount of caffeine you had. It was quiet, peaceful and serene, you almost fell asleep until you heard your front door open. 

Your heart froze in fear. You didn't want to move but you did anyway, grabbing a pocket knife you had in your bedside table and calling out. 

“Who’s there?”

Well getting caught was not on Choso Kamo’s bingo card. 

He froze almost as much as you did. There wasn't any turning back now, he was halfway into your living room space. 

 “𝓘𝓽𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓮” 

You recognized Choso’s voice immediately and relaxed. 

“Choso?” you called out to him, coming out of your room. You were wearing his sweatpants that he let you borrow, and a tank top. 

He was over the moon to see that.

“Yeah, hey” he said a bit awkwardly

“What are you doing here..? It's three in the morning” you said, seeing him in your living room. 

He could lie, but he didn't want to. 

He started inching closer to you. 

“You know that spare key you lost?” he said, all sense of sanity started to leave his mind. 

“Yeah, a few months ago” you said, in the darkness. 

“𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓽.” 

“Oh, uhm.. Why?” you said, starting to question everything you knew about your best friend. You let out an awkward laugh, now getting nervous as he backed you to a wall. 

“To be closer to you.” he said, bluntly, grabbing your hand, stealing the pocket knife from your hand. 

“You could've texted” you said, trying to piece the puzzle together.

Has he always been.. Like this? 

“Where’s the fun in that, when you look so pretty just existing.”

You were silent, not knowing what to say. He grabbed a piece of your hair that was in front of your face, and pushed it behind your ear. He could hear your pulse, and it was tempting for him to bite but he refrained. 

“I sent you those little gifts, I hope you liked them.” he said, his eyes not leaving yours. 

You did like them, and you would've liked them more if he gave them to you without love letters and anonymity. 

“Why are you doing this, I trusted you.” you said, angrily, confused in the three in the morning haze, being pinned to a wall. 

“When I saw you, in that mailroom for the first time, I knew you were born to be mine, and mine alone”

“That isn't love Choso!” you exclaimed, knowing he wouldn't like that answer. 

He pinned your body to his, fully. 

“I’ve done everything in my life to keep you with me, I KNOW I love you, and you need to be with me. It was love at first sight”

This was NOT the Choso you knew. 

“Love at first sight doesn't exist, Choso” you said, pleading, feeling his hand rise to your neck, lightly choking it, now feeling the main pulse on the side of your neck. 

It was heaven. He had you in his grasp, finally. 

"𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖔 𝕴 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚" 

He tightened his grip around your neck, and around the pressure points in your neck. You tried to struggle, but it was pointless.

“Let it happen, i’ll take such good care of you i promise.” he said, sadistically watching. 

Is all you heard as you felt lightheaded, and eventually, passed out. 

“This is the start of our perfect life together.” 

do y'all want a part two

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part two  

[renren-006]

Love Lost | Part 2: Heart Strings

Negan Smith x fem reader

plot: being in Virginia has sent your heart thumping, will you ever figure out why?

word count: 1166

a/n: hey! this is part 2 to Love Lost I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1: Atlanta- Virginia

Living in Alexandria had set your heart ablaze. You had no idea why your heart would thump away when you walked outside your shared home into the Virginia air. You had never even visited the state let alone DC. Negan always wanted to go to DC together one day and walk around the museums and act like we had never met and meet at a painting. You smiled at the sweet memory of talking about going to DC one day. That's all it was you though, just the idea and memory of him making your heart beat, but even after that it continued to be a problem. 

*

“We should go to DC once you get some time off” Negan has said from his spot on the couch. You turned your head away from the book in your lap. You were only a part time nurse at the hospital in your area, you didn't work too much but you both needed the money so you worked more hours than you should have. While Negan was teaching basketball to the highschool, even he didn't make enough to keep you two afloat. 

“What?”

“Let's go to DC when we both have some time off. Lets go to the museums”

“You want to go to DC? For the Smithsonian?” you asked him, wondering how long he held this obsession.

“Yes! Let's go and look at the art and we can do a little role play” he joked. Him and his role play, he loved when you flirted in a way where you didn't know the other, where you just so happen to fall head over heels for him instantly. 

“You and your roleplay” you laughed, “Okay! Okay! Well go I promise. Only if you take me to the natural history museum” you told him. He smiled and pulled you into his lab holding you close and kissing your cheeks. 

“Whatever you want sweetheart” he told you, kissing you hard and sweet. 

*

Throughout your time at Alexandria it never stopped and only got worse the further you left Alexandria. It wasn't until one day you realized why. 

You did your best to distract yourself from your fast heart beat. You hunted, you helped patch people up in the little hospital they had. They welcomed your help there, learning that your stitches were far neater than theirs. You worked in the hospital for two years before the world ended and then again was trapped with no other option but to patch those cops up even though they trapped you. Within the walls of the alexandria hospital you felt calm, finally being in a place that didn't hold you there and wanted your skills to help the others. You felt at peace for the first time, in a long time. 

With the rest of the group you tagged along with Sasha and with Maggie occasionally. Shasha usually asked for you to watch her back when she went out to shoot at the walkers to get her sorrows and anger out. You worried for her, as the others did, but you let her handle her grief how anyone would. You handled yourself how you see fit, including working long hours in the hospital or even taking calls to houses at night if kids were sick or something happened. 

There was a time where the integrity of Alexandria was compromised and it terrified you. You held up in the hospital watching as walkers poured in from all angles into the community. You saw people running, dying and you saw those things eating. What was worse was when Carl was brought in, the look on Rick's face was something you won't ever forget. 

“Calm down Rick! Calm down” you told him, pushing him back so you could work on Carl's eye. It was nasty and hard but you managed to save his life but not his eye. That night was the first time you charged out behind Rick and Michonne and killed your way through the dead letting yourself feel the anger you felt towards the world. You let those tears fall with no regard to people seeing and when Sasha came up behind you and saw the look of hurt in hers, the two of you continued blazing through the dead.  

The community's life changed around after that. A new group was discovered, the Hilltop. Rick had an idea to the Hilltop with their problem with a whole other group of people, but it backfired. It wasn't for a few weeks before the real repercussions came. Maggie had a problem with her baby and wanted to get to Hilltop. You offered to tag along to keep her company and help her, she smiled and warmed the journey together. Maggie was different and alike to her sister, you took that as a good sign that the two of you could become closer friends.

 This journey was interrupted at every road, blocking your way forward. You were worried for Maggie, with the way she was looking and the pain you saw behind her eyes, you didn't know how much more of this turning around she could handle. When you tried leaving the van and running, even then you were trapped. The van was driven in front of where you kneeled with the others. Your heart like before was beating fast, boom boom boom, you didn't understand, you thought it was the nerves. A man stepped out of the van, leather jacket and bold boots stepped down out of the light. There the man's face became visible to you, although a face hardened by the years of the apocalypse those eyes and those lips were still the same. 

“Negan” you said, whispering your lover's name, he looked at you and froze. The others were all staring at you and the rest of the men gathered didn't so much as move when Negan kneeled down. 

“Y/N. Is that…is that really you?” He asked, the face he had on was instantly broken and the mask fell. There he was the man you loved now looking at you. 

“Yes…”you said not wanting to say more, but desperately craving too. He didn't so much as look at the others in the group. 

“Pack it up boys, we're done here” He said, every man's voice yelled over each other cursing and bargaining to make them pay. They wanted to watch us bleed for their friends' lives that RIck and the others took.

“I said pack it up” Negan snarled, everyone stopped and everyone got in their trucks. “Tonight consider this a blessing” he said turning to Rick who for the most part was terrified and confused. Negan stood a hand outstretched for you to take so you did. You walked with him to his car, the others watching. 

“Y/N!” Maggie called, you turned back, Negans boots stopped as you did, “How..?”

“He's my husband” was all you said before you let him lead you to his car, towards his home.

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

Confessions (Eris X Reader) *

Warnings: Angst, and my first fic with smut. So yeah, a little plot but mostly SMUT. Oral, female receiving, actual sex, and maybe a sweet talking kink.

Eris and the emissary both have hidden feelings, but Eris has never been good at expressing emotions, especially jealousy...

I walk down the hall, trying not to listen to the intensely infuriating male tailing me, bragging loudly about how back in the throne room how he had managed to convince his father to join forces with the Summer Court.  My court.

“I’m just saying-”  He drawled, staring at me as he kept pace with my increasingly fast footsteps.  “Wasn’t it supposed to be your job to convince them?  Maybe if I sucked up to Tarquin as much as you do, I could be emissary too-”

I turned towards him, diplomacy be damned- and pinned him against the wall, letting him see the raging power in my eyes.  “I don’t know what your problem is today lordling, but I will not tolerate your ridicule.”

He grinned, fire swirling in his eyes as he looked at my arms, caging him against the wall.  “How bold of you emissary, and here I thought you were here to please me.”

I snarled, dropping my arms and storming off.

Not looking back to see if he followed me, I went into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I hissed as I ran my hands through my ornately styled hair, ruining hours of hard work.

For the most part, I had grown to like the male.  There was more to him than people thought.  I had seen with my own eyes that when he had an option between good and bad, he chose to do good.

Sometimes we would flirt a bit too, but never had he spoken to me like that.  Not like the way he did with everyone else.

I stormed over to my bed, grabbing one of the fluffy pillows and shoving it to my face, screaming into it.

I hated it.  I hated this.  Because for the last week, I had been working up the courage to tell him…

Fuck, I still couldn’t even imagine saying it to him, especially right now.

You know how the worst thing they could say is no?  Well, Eris is a walking demonstration that isn’t the case.

I had seen him completely destroy people if he found them, or what they did distasteful.

Maybe I thought he was a good male, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be cruel if the mood struck him.

I looked in the long mirror that towered over me.  I looked like an absolute mess.

I tore out the circlet I was wearing, along with all the other pretty jewels.

Staring into the mirror, I stared into my own eyes, speaking softly to myself.

“I love you.  That’s all you have to say.  Three stupid little words.”

Leaning my head against the mirror, I felt pathetic.

I was way too sober for this.

A few drinks later in the privacy of my room, not only was I still not ready, I felt even more pathetic.

Being a little tipsy, I decided to take a walk, hoping to calm my nerves and clear my head.

It wasn’t long before I was walking through the hallways, barely cleaned up enough to be presentable, but no one was out at this hour anyway.

I saw the hall that led to the library, and I paused.

The smell of books and the stories they held always cheered me up.  I was sure a good book and a comfy chair could help my hurting heart.

I entered the library only to see the red headed male that smelled of cider, crisp autumn air, and fire that consumed my nights and days.

He looked up, noticing me right as I was turning to leave.

“Y/N, please…”

I paused, my breath caught in my throat as I waited for him to continue.

“I’m sorry.”  His voice cracked as he spoke, and I turned around to see his red hair hanging in his eyes as he looked up at me, lips slightly parted and his eyes wide with a mixture of guilt and loneliness.

“Why did you even say all of that in the first place?”  I asked, letting the door close as I walked further in, standing next to him.

He looked up at me and swallowed thickly.  “I was jealous.”

My breath caught as I stared into the depths of his beautiful red eyes.  “Of who?  Tarquin?”

His hands fisted and he looked away.  “Of Tarquin, of all the males who look at you, of all the males you flirt with.  I’m jealous of all of it.”

He laughed, the sound devoid of joy.  “I’m pathetic, aren’t I?  Not only do I not tell you how I feel, but I make you suffer for it.”

I don’t even think he realizes what he's confessing.

Moving so I was right in front of him, I took his face in my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes.  “You are not pathetic, you are not bad,”  I pushed some of the hair out from in front of his eyes, “You have had a hard life, a life where your family taught you to be cruel.  I see the scars you hide that your father inflicts.  I know that inside you have the potential to be great.”

His eyes are tearing up, looking up at me as if I was some sort of deity, blessing him.

“I know this, because I love you Eris.  I’ve loved you for so very long, and I know that you have a good heart.”

It takes him a moment to realize what I had said, the meaning.

Before he can respond, I lower my lips to his, kissing him softly before pulling back.

He blinked, his whole demeanor changing in milliseconds as he shot up, his hands interlacing in my hair as he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue exploring as I let out a slight whimper.

Drawing back, his breath came out in pants, and I could tell he was barely holding himself back.

Lust clouded my mind, and I barely heard what he said.  “What?”  I murmured, wishing his lips were back on mine again.

“Did you mean it?  Do you love me?”  He asks, and I’m suddenly stone cold sober at the vulnerability in his eyes.

I once again bring my hands up to cup his face, stroking his jawline gently.  “I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you.  I was just so sure you’d see my flaws and turn me away.  I was a coward.”  I say the last part, looking away so I don’t have to see the look on his face as he realizes what a huge mistake he’s made.

He gently guides my face so I’m once again looking him in the eyes, and he looks down at me with such love and wonder that I almost crumple right then and there.

“I would never turn away from you my darling.  Never you.”  He leaned down, placing his mouth on my neck, speaking in between kisses, “You are an angel.”  I struggled not to let out a moan as the scent of his arousal hit me, his hands massaging my hips gently.  “Ever since I first saw you, that first snarky remark, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He drew back, looking down at me lovingly.  “You are too good for me, but now that I know that you like me back, I will fight like hell to make sure I can keep seeing that sassy little smirk you love to send my way.”

“I love you.”  I said, throwing my arms around his shoulders.  “And I never want to be apart from you again.”

He growled, and I squeezed my thighs together, trying to keep my wits about me as I started to drown in this male.

Hoisting me up, he turned us, placing me on the large comfy chair he had just been lounging in.

“Do you want this?”  He asked, his thumbs gently grazing my hardened nipples as his voice dropped an octave, staring at my already abused lips.

I nodded, and he stopped breathing for a moment, pinching one of my nipples while whispering into my ear,  “Use your words.”

“Please Eris-”  I begged, whimpering as I tried to pull him closer.

He grinned, his eyes predatory as he dropped to his knees.  “Don’t worry angel, I’m going to take good care of you.”

Slowly, he felt every inch of my thighs, going to reach for my panties and hissing when he found me already bare.

“Oh naughty girl.  Were you hoping this would happen?”  He asked, chuckling as he pushed my dress up, placing my legs over his shoulders.

I opened my mouth to respond, but I only moaned as he dove in, his tongue flicking my clit and licking alternately.

I lost all sense of time as I was oh so slowly brought closer to the edge, that coil in my stomach tightening as I realized I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Eris, I’m so close-” I said through whimpers, moaning as he once again flicked my clit.

I could feel him grin into my most private parts as he pushed two fingers into my slickness, curling his fingers and making my hips buck involuntarily.  “Eris, please!” I whined, rolling my hips in an attempt get him to start moving again, and he laughed darkly.

“I’ve been waiting to taste you forever angel.  When you come on my tongue, I want to be the only thing you’re thinking about.”  He said, his voice so seductive I almost came right there.

“You’re the only thing on my mind all the time,”  I said, letting out little noises of pleasure as he pumped his fingers, once, twice.

He grinned.  “That’s my girl.”

He dove back in, tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing me over the edge of bliss, calling out his name as my body shook from the pleasure he drew from me.

He kept going, drawing out my pleasure as long as possible.

I was a puddle as he drew his fingers out, sucking my juices off of them before leaning down to kiss me again.

I could feel his hardness pressing through his pants, and I pushed into it with the palm of my hand, eliciting a hiss from him.

“My naughty angel.  Do you want my dick inside you?”  He asked breathlessly, nuzzling my neck before dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin, and he groaned in time with my moan.

“I need you Eris.  I need you in me now.”  I pleaded, working at the buttons of his pants.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, suddenly gentle.  “Let me.”

Undoing the rest of the buttons, his member sprung free and my mouth watered from how big he was.

He picked me up, spinning us around so he was sitting and I was held aloft above him.

I waited for him to push in, but as I looked at his face, I realized he was giving me complete control.

Smiling softly, I lowered myself slowly, both of us moaning as I made it all the way down.

He helped me move up and down slowly as he spoke.  “I’ve never felt like this for someone before.  You scare the hell out of me because I’m falling, and I knew that if you told me you felt the same way, you would completely own me.”

I gasped as he started to rub my clit, unable to form words eloquently, I said, my voice guttural, “You’re mine.”

Our pace sped up and he growled, playing with my clit more roughly as his other hand went to my breast, massaging it as he took the nipple of my other breast into his mouth, making me moan in an obscene way.

He let go with his mouth, my brain frying as I once again reached the edge of bliss.

“And you’re mine.” he growled, thrusting hard and hitting that spot, and I let out a scream of ecstasy as he reached it with me, and he pushed his lips to mine, silencing me as we rode out the rest of our orgasms.

When we were done, he gently pulled me off, and I moaned.

“I love you, Angel.”  He said, nuzzling my neck and pulling me into a hug.

I sighed in joy, my heart fluttering out of my chest.  “And I love you Lordling.”

[xotaemintol]

JONGTAE X BLACK FEM READER: “Persistence.”

“And I think we’re…in…too…deep…don’t wanna…pull out.”

Side note: Originally I was gonna make this a multiple part series because I really really liked the plot but, knowing me, I’ll probably only be able to get out one or two parts before I get frustrated and stuff, so for now, this is just really the set up, some smut. I really just wanted to put this out because I actually really like the idea and since I know I probably won’t be writing more for this, I don’t see a reason for it to collect dust, I really do want to write more for this, but for now, it’s just this. I hope you enjoy it despite it not being heavily detailed or not exactly perfect, the support is always greatly appreciated and so is the feedback🩷

TWS: Poly relationship, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, and a bunch of kissing (not very detailed smut).

PRONOUNS USED: None (Fem reader)

Plot: After turning them down and ignoring their flirting, Jonghyun and Taemin persist after claiming to have fallen in love with you at first sight. After a long game of cat and mouse, they’ve finally gotten you where they want you, and see to it that they please you before you leave for a long business trip in America.

Persistent. They just wouldn't back down like all the others did, usually when you turned idols down they'd give it one more shot before throwing in the towel. But Jonghyun and Taemin just wouldn't give it up, every time you denied their offer for breakfast, they'd suggest brunch instead, you already ate? Then lunch instead? Not hungry? What about a movie? No? What about shopping instead at 3 o'clock? It seemed that for your every no or excuse you had, they had another option, while at first, it was slightly annoying being pestered by the two men despite your obvious disinterest, their flirting started growing on you quickly. Before you knew what was happening you were talking to them every day, even if you were at work, if they sent a text you’d stop in the middle of a sentence just to respond, so much so, that everyone in the office wondered who you could be talking to and bugged you about details on who the lucky guy was that managed to catch your attention.

Although you were assuring everyone that it was nothing and that you'd stop talking in days, you were cheesing at your phone with that love glow clear in your complexion. After no longer than seven months their flirting and consistency had broken you down, you just couldn't get enough of them and you couldn't get why. Unlike every other time you were in a relationship or situationship, you were missing out on company dinners and even prioritizing the amount of time you spent with them. When they first noticed they teased you about it as they recalled the way you rolled your eyes at their compliments and left them on read for hours at a time, all of it made you wonder why they were so relentless, so you asked.

“Why didn't you give up when I first turned you down anyway?” At first, they both seemed embarrassed to answer, but it quickly changed. “Would you give up if you fell in love at first sight?” You laughed at Jonghyun’s answer but stopped as you realized that he was serious. “Fell in love at first sight?” You asked yourself mentally, “How could he be so reckless?” You still couldn't help but smile though, you found it cute even if it wasn't exactly true. “Well, what about you Taemin?” you asked. Just as Jonghyun did Taemin hesitated and smiled at you shyly, his cheeks turning pink as he looked away from you and said: “You’d fall in love if you saw the way you looked at me too…” You could only sit baffled by their responses, “How can they both be so reckless?!” You sighed and smiled at them because even though you looked annoyed, you were actually swooning over the loving and wholesome looks in their eyes. “Well, that's very cute and super sweet,” You said as you crossed your legs under the table, “But no way is that why you both ignored me ignoring you.”

Their lack of response that day after you said that made it clear that they were serious, you couldn't deny it anymore after that. The two hopeless romantics had fallen in love at first sight and there was no getting away from them, no matter how much you pretended to be annoyed by them or their flirting. Especially since you were starting to fall so quickly for them both, while part of you fought with yourself for being interested in two men at once and for being so careless and ignoring your policy about dating idols, every other part was buzzing with joy with every text, call, and date. Things were going so perfectly too since they had never once tried to make a move on you, so you didn't feel like they were just two strange K-pop idols who wanted to try their luck with a black woman. But even after all the time you were spending together, neither of them had taken the next step and asked you to be their girlfriend, you didn’t want to be too upset about it but with an upcoming business trip that would last for six months, you wanted to leave on a high and come back to your two favorite boys smothering you even more than they usually would.

You had a month to prepare for the trip and you spent every day after work with them, every chance they got to make it official they seemed to miss or hesitate and you were starting to worry that they might never try making it official, so after work when Jonghyun picked you up you finally told him about the trip and decided to tell Taemin when you got to his house since you were already on your way there.

“Six months? How far are you going?” He asked, you sighed and leaned back against the leather seat with your legs crossed underneath the blanket he had thrown over you, “I'll be in America.” You said, for a quick second he glanced at you as he processed what you had said. His reaction was exactly what you were expecting, “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” The worry in his voice felt oddly warm, you weren't used to it, but it felt nice to see him get upset about it. After explaining that you'd be able to talk to them every day Jonghyun could only sigh and complain about missing you already. When you finally got to Taemin’s house Jonghyun immediately dropped his composure and told Taemin that you were trying to leave them. As Taemin walked around the counter with a shocked expression he asked the same thing that Jonghyun did; “Why didn't you tell us sooner?! What are we supposed to do while you're gone?!” Again, that panicked reaction made you smile, that strange warm feeling in your stomach as they both stood in front of you asking you a million and one questions made you secretly swoon.

“I guess we have no choice…” Jonghyun said, Taemin sighed and looked at him as if he were asking if he was sure or not, to which Jonghyun nodded with a disappointed expression on his face. “What is it?” You asked getting curious. Taemin said nothing and went into the living area, while Jonghyun stood in front of you and held your hands lovingly. “We wanted to wait till next month to do this because we weren't sure if it was too soon to ask or not.” Your hands began to sweat, the way he looked into your eyes made your knees feel weak and your heart started to pound. “Are they finally gonna ask?” You fought back a smile as you feigned an annoyed expression and raised your eyebrows, “What? You gonna ask if I'll finally say yes to going to breakfast with you?” You asked jokingly to soothe your anxious feelings, but Jonghyun’s gentle and nervous smile didn't help you fight the nerves at all, in fact, it only made it worse since he's usually so relaxed around you, this sudden 180 was making you anticipate even more what might they ask.

But nothing could've prepared you for when Taemin came back with a gift bag in your favorite color and a cute bear with a heart and card in the middle. How cheesy. You laughed as he handed them to you with an uneasy expression on his red face, “It's been some years since we've done something like this…so we didn't know how to do it,” Taemin said as he stood beside Jonghyun. You couldn't deny how cute it was that he was admitting that they hadn't dated in years, especially since you've been the way. That shyness only made them more charming in that moment. “It's hard for us both to ask at the same time,” Jonghyun said, “But, will you be our girlfriend?” Never in your entire life had such a wholesome question given you such intense butterflies, how could you say no? After denying your feelings for so long, you were finally giving in as you smiled and nodded your head and said; “Yes.” You could visibly see the relief wash over them as you did, they both sighed happily and laughed as you sat the bag and bear down on the kitchen counter. “What? Did you think I'd say no?”

After just a week of officially dating, you only had three days left to spend in South Korea before you had to leave for work. Luckily, you had those three days off so you planned to spend all of them with both of your loving and clingy boyfriends. The first day was spent with them taking you to different places you had declined to go to before, and the second was spent with you taking them to places you loved going alone, in those two days the three of you were sharing parts of yourself that had been hidden for years, the way you all seemed to fit so perfectly together made you fall deeper. As the day was ending on the second day they suggested that you stay out with them just a little longer, which you begrudgingly agreed to while knowing feel and well that you’d just end up at one of their houses, and you were right, at 7 o’clock you ended up sandwiched between them on Taemin’s sofa with both of them holding your hands as you watched a movie Jonghyun had picked.

For a while the moment was wholesome, but somehow, it turned when you felt a wandering hand slip out of your own and rest on top of your thigh. Of course, Jonghyun was the first to make a move, but you didn’t acknowledge it until you felt his fingertips inching further up your bare thigh. All it took was a glance that lasted just a second too long for the two of you to begin inching closer and closer until your lips finally met, for the first time, you understood why people liked kissing so much. The feeling of his soft lips against yours as you leaned back against Taemin gave you such a strong feeling of passion that you had never experienced before, he was slow and gentle, the way his tongue so softly slipped between your lips made your back arch as you moaned quietly into his mouth. The moment you had pulled away from Jonghyun to catch your breath, Taemin was pulling you in for a kiss as well. The way that his lips moved against yours said anxious, he kissed you as if he had been dying of thirst his entire life.

Taemin's soft lips were hot to the touch, and the feeling of his tongue against yours made you squeeze your thighs together as his hand slid up to your face to hold you closer. As Taemin did this you could feel Jonghyun positioning himself between your legs, the feeling made you jump and as you felt his warm lips on your soft skin you pulled away from Taemin and quickly stopped him with a nervous and breathless laugh, saying in a shaky voice; “It��It’s getting late…maybe I should go…before we get carried away…” As you said this they both smiled at you, as Jonghyun kissed the inside of your thigh Taemin kissed the side of your neck. Just feeling them on two different ends made you melt into the soft sofa as you bit your lip, you didn’t want to leave, but you felt so excited that you thought if they kept going you’d turn into a wild animal. “Don’t you think it’s too late for that?” Taemin whispered in your ear, chills shot down your spine as your back arches. “What’s the point in holding ourselves back when we only have you for a few more hours?” Jonghyun asked. The sound of his sweet voice made your whole body tingle with excitement, somehow, in the blink of an eye your clothes were scattered out on the floor and as Jonghyun’s tongue dove in between your delicate folds, Taemin kissed you until your lips were sore.

Your fingers tangled in Jonghyun's hair as you struggled to breathe with Taemin’s tongue in your mouth, it felt like you were floating, with every flick of their tongue, caress of their fingers, and short breath you were excelling higher and higher into pure bliss. It didn’t even take more than ten minutes for that earth-shattering climax to start creeping up on you, and they could tell by the way your body trembled, the sweat on your body made your brown skin glisten as you pulled away from Taemin and gasped for air. The way your voice became louder and higher in pitch was telling enough for them, neither of them wanted to stop until you had finally reached that peak, so to ensure that you’d get the sweet release you had so rightfully deserved, Jonghyun slipped two fingers inside of you carefully and let Taemin use his to massage circles on your clit.

“Oh god!” You cried out in pleasure as you threw your head back and closed your eyes tightly, nothing had ever felt so good, the pleasure was so great, and your body was starting to crumble as you moved your hips against their hands while struggling to keep up with their movements. “That’s it, baby, let it out.” The sound of Jonghyun’s honey-like voice only made you feel wetter, it made you need him more and the way that he angled them made that desire unbearable. “You’re such a pretty girl, are you gonna cum for us darling?” You nodded your head at Taemin’s question and looked at him, your eyes were glossed over as your face contorted with pleasure, just looking into his eyes made that feeling double inside of you. And as they both sped up you were falling apart at the seams, your excitement pooled onto the sofa and your body tensed up despite the relaxing and yet intense feeling of an orgasm washing over you.

“Oh, such a good girl.” Jonghyun praised, “You did such a good job baby, you came so fast.” You melted at his compliments as he pulled his fingers away slowly, still feeling aroused you pulled him closer and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips made the experience feel so sensual, you knew then that you couldn’t just stop there. So as you pulled away and they got up to help you get cleaned up you stopped them, with both of them now standing you got on your knees in front of them both, still fully naked and dripping with lust as your eyes flickered between them both. Before they could say anything you asked asked in a tone so unbelievably beautiful; “Can we keep going?”

[tetralea]

Hi darling, saw you are taking prompts. How about a lovely number 16. “I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

Maybe for the thing we talked about before? 👀 you know, with those rings 👀👀👀🩷❤️

Okkaayy, love, so I hope this is what you were thinking. I left out a few rings but I think it is still good hehe. 😁

Max thought he wasn't the jealous type. Max knew he wasn't the jealous type. Was he possessive? No, not really, at least he never thought so. Was he possessive at that moment? Yes. Absolutely. Was he mad at anyone or did he have any regrets? No, but he sure as hell wanted to drag Charles away and mark his territory for everyone to see.

When he heard that Seb was doing a little return at the Nurburgring, he knew his already obvious plus one just became even more sure. He was about to bring Charles around, not for sponsors or anything of that sort but because the Ferrari driver was his boyfriend. Their relationship might looked unsure from the outside, but that was not the case on the inside at all. He loved and trusted Charles more than anything, and in return he knew just how much Charles was in love with him, how attached they were to one another. So when Seb started teasing and flirting with Charles he didn't think much of it. It was clear that Charles' old, early crush on Sebastian returned when they met again, and if Max wanted to be honest he got it. The blonde man got back his curls, which were longer now, he looked less tired and more like a cute, young DILF than anything. He got it. He allowed it. It was harmless really.

What he was never ready for was the effect Charles bashful, giggling and blushing, almost losing his English had on him while another man was flirting with him.

Seb was glancing at him now and then to see if he was still okay and Max noded all the time. Maybe he was a masochist after all.

Seb was called away and Charles stayed alone, sipping his water fast, trying his best to get rid of the red tint on his cheeks when Max stepped next to him.

He wanted to greet his boyfriend, tell him about a story Seb just told him, but it wasn't an option. Max's hands grabbed his waist, pulled him flush against his chest and kissed him hard and possessive. The surprised noise was muffled by the lips hard against his own, but he didn't protest. It was good to be wanted so passionately by Max.

Even after Seb's return Max stayed at his side, his hands on Charles and it fell more than a kiss on a whim. Max's hands were everywhere and by the end of the afternoon Charles was desperate. Seb's teasing still had an effect on him but nowhere close to the way it did early on. Max's hand was on his lower back, on his thigh, on his shoulder and arm and occasionally brushed against the swell of his ass when they thought no one was looking.

Saying that it was salvation to get back to the hotel was an understatement.

Max was desperate to have Charles only for himself and Charles wanted to be Max's just as badly. He didn't notice when they started to undress each other, it was all frantic, fingers digging into the taut muscles and the soft flesh, roaming each other's bodies, pulling and holding. Closer. Closer. Closer. That was the only thing Charles could think about even when Max pushed his thighs against his chest and pushed into him, pressing his body into the soft mattress. It was maddening. He was sure Max's back would be full with marks from his nails the next day, and he knew he would feel the thick cock pounding deep in him as well. His pleasure felt like it was coming from his bones, consuming everything in its body as Max suddenly slowed down a little.

"Are you mine?" His voice was weak, panting. "Are you mine and only mine?" Max repeated when he didn't get an immediate response.

Charles needed a second to collect himself, lickig his chapped, dry lips. "I am, you know I am, you know I love you." The sweet reassurance washed over Max, coaxing a muffled sound from him.

"I know you love me." He kissed along the long neck, swirling his tongue across the dark spot he left. "But are you mine?" There was something in the question, something neither he or Charles could name in that moment, but they both felt it.

Charles had to close his eyes, because Max picked up the pace, his pleasure suddenly skyrocketing. "Yes." He tried to meet with the desperate trusts. "I am." He whimpered, trying to open his legs even more, feeling Max sink just a tad bit deeper. "I am yours, all yours." He only hoped Max understood him through the heavy breathing. It was hard to hear everything right in that moment, because Max hit his prostate hard for a few minutes now and he couldn't hold it together any longer. He came, his body seizing up, his cock making a mess between their bodies while there was only one word stuck on his lips. "Yours."

Max came fast and hard right after him, it was about furking time.

Charles felt Max pumping him full between the aftershocks of his own orgasm and he felt his cheeks heat up even more.

It wasn't until later when Charles stood in front of the full body mirror, digging his fingers into the dark mark at the junction of his neck with a hiss. "That's very visible, Max." His green eyes found the blue ones through the mirror.

"I know, love." Max tipped his head down a bit while walking behind Charles, circling his arms around the thin body. "But I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you are mine."

After a little huff Charles looked him in the eyes. "Could have chosen a less scandalous way to do it."

"I'd give you a ring, but I didn't bring it here." Max blurted out and it was way too late when he realised what the fuck did he say.

"You what?" Charles chipped, voice high, spinning in Max's arms, eyes searching if he heard it right.

There was silence, and it was perfect.

Charles was stil waiting, eyes frantic to hear the fucking question then finally, while Max was coming to terms with his own words.

"You heard it, baby." Max started quietly. "I wanted to do so for a while, I just never knew how." Admitting it made Charles smile until it reached his eyes, giggling even a little.

"So you basically asked me while we were having sex? Out of all the options?" The question made Max pause a bit before nodding. Yes, he knew it, he felt it when he asked Charles in the bed. They both felt the weight of that promise even in the frenzy of that moment.

"It looks like it." With a small smile Max looked at Charles. "I am not gonna kneel because I can't let you go now, but Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc," he inhaled and he barely heard his own voice from the adrenaline. He saw Charles' face change, from tense anticipation to the biggest happies smile, nodding, tearing up and ultimately pulling him into a bruising kiss. The kiss felt endless, and Max felt his legs bringing him somewhere while he was holding Charles tight, pressed to him.

He only came back to his senses when they were in bed again, Charles in his arms, their naked bodies tangled together in a second post-orgasm haze.

The next day's meeting with Seb was a spectacle. The older driver walked to Charles with the smuggest grinn. Charles was clearly tired, needed to sleep, and looked like he was having the best sex of his life last night, still mentally recovering from it.

"Looks like you had a good night."

Charles shot him a look tugging on the top of his shirt, bringing Seb's attention to exactly where he didn't want it to.

"That looks new." Seb grinned, raising his eyebrows, earning a tired laugh. "You know, the two of you came a long way." He started, his arm around Charles' shoulder detouring themselves from the busy part of the paddock. He saw the cupid bow lips tug into a shy smile, and those supposedly yellow eyes sparkling only the thought of the other boy. "I remember when I asked you if you thought he was pretty."

"Hard to forget." Charles grumbled with a little laugh.

"So what do you say now?" Seb stopped walking, looking at Charles, standing in front of the admittedly taller man. "Is he pretty?" the question left his lips with the biggest teasing grin.

"Who?" Charles' eyes had a glint Seb couldn't really pinpoint.

He rolled his eyes with a laugh. "You know who?"

He never saw it coming, not even when Charles looked at him, his gaze softening for a second in a particular way before the playfulness returned fully. "You mean my fiancé?"

[invisibleraven]

caressing their cheek with their thumb (i would sob)

sweet tarts

If there was one high point of having a millionaire for a father, it was definitely the private pool. Don't get Carrie wrong, she lived in LA, the land of beaches, and loved going to them with her girls all the time. But sometimes you wanted to avoid the crowds and the sand and the fish, so pool it was.

Today for instance, Carrie wanted to swim a few laps, then work on her tan, a perfect afternoon. However, it was also the day her dad had someone coming to clean the pool, which she forgot until she went out and saw a young guy skimming the top.

"Hello?" she called out. "Are you almost done?" She tapped the toe of her sandal, crossing her arms.

He looked up, and-fuck that was Reggie Peters. One of the cutest guys in her grade, the bassist for an up and coming rock band, and Carrie's secret crush.

"Oh hey Carrie! Should have realized this was your house given the name on the contract," Reggie said with a wave. "I'm nearly done yeah, gimme like ten more minutes and I'll be outta your hair, kay?"

"Well be quick about it," Carrie replied, huffing back inside, hoping he had been too far away to see the blush now coating her cheeks.

She stomped into the kitchen, throwing together the stuff for a smoothie to take up time and distract from the vision of Reggie in a skimpy tank and board shorts out next to her pool. The way the heat gave his muscles a sheen, how the sun brought out his freckles, how she wouldn't mind see him dripping from a dip into said pool.

But she couldn't do that-Reggie was friends with Julie, and had probably heard so many nasty things about Carrie from her former friend. Plus he was a notorious flirt, so surely one of the many girls or guys he shot a wink at had taken him up on the offer by now.

Carrie slowly sipped her smoothie, and even though she knew she shouldn't, kept watching Reggie clean the pool, then quickly looking away whenever his gaze approached her.

So when he finished, she didn't see him put the tools away, only heard him as he came to the patio door. "All done, you wanna inspect my work?"

Carrie whirled around, praying she didn't have smoothie on her face, and instead gave a nod, sauntering out, and giving the pool a once over. "Perfectly satisfactory job."

"I'll be sure to put that on my resume then," Reggie joked, grinning at her.

"Do I need to pay you or..."

He waved her off. "Nah, your dad did that already before he took off in his copter. Must be cool to have that as an option."

"It's alright," Carrie said with a shrug. "Kinda choppy, but way less traffic."

Reggie chortled at that, then looked at her, an Carrie was sure her blush had intensified to a boiling point as he reached over and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Wh-what are you doing?"

He drew his thumb back. "You had an eyelash there. Make a wish and blow on it."

"Why?"

"Old wives tale," he said with that crooked grin of his never fading. "My MeeMaw always had me do it when I was a kid."

I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel Carrie thought, before blowing gently on the eyelash, watching it float away on a gentle breeze.

Reggie beamed, then stepped back. "Alright, I'll leave you to swim."

"Do-do you want to join me?" Carrie asked in a fit of boldness. She never had been one to rely on wishes, preferring action instead. "We have lots of extra suits and towels."

"Wish I could," Reggie replied with remorse. "But I've got five more pools to do today."

"Pity," Carrie said, deflated. "Maybe next time?"

"I'm off tomorrow," Reggie offered. "Maybe I can bring you a smoothie so you don't have to make your own?"

"I'd like that," Carrie stated, sure her blush had increased ten fold. But Reggie's cheeks were mirroring her own in rosiness, so she didn't care. "Until tomorrow then?"

Reggie grinned. "Tomorrow." And never had a single word filled Carrie with such glee. She might just break out into song is only for Reggie still standing there before shaking himself, rushing off to get to his other jobs.

And Carrie-well she might just have to put stock into eyelash wishes after all.

[robertsmithclone]

I Wait For You (It’s What I Do)

Xavier Thorpe x Female Original Character (Sade Ricci)

Sade Ricci’s fangs just came in two weeks into the school year, so that means a transfer to Nevermore academy. (Does not follow show plot)

1.8k words. (part one)

TW: mentions of blood, slight mentions of eating disorder, very very slight nod to pill addiction, one mention of sexual fantasies, cigarettes

Posting to Ao3 under wonde_rr and Wattpad under SHADYGROVEE

Playlist : it’s in the works

chapter one masterlist

translations at the end

As Sade walked through the doors of Nevermore with her father, she could only focus on one thing; the smell of blood.

Of course her father, Paolo, noticed her tense up and brought his big, rough hand down on her shoulder. “Luce del sole, remember what we practiced.” The dark haired man smiled down at her.

“Papà, I know. I’m fine!” Sade shrugged off his hand as Principal Weems approached with a smile.

“Ah, don’t be like this, mia ragazza!”

After a trip to Principal Weem’s office and a visit to Sade’s dorm, her father had to leave and she felt like sobbing. Boarding school was going to be hell, but it was the only option after her fangs came in not long after the school year started. Nevermore was two weeks in when Sade showed up, and she couldn’t feel more out of place.

She was an Italian vampire. All these people were American. The outcast at a school for outcasts.

Principal Weems had told her to put on her uniform and she’d get a student to give Sade a tour. So, that’s what Sade did. The uniform was bright purple and ill fitting. She already missed her maroon aura.

——

“Sade, this is Rowan. He’ll be giving you your tour today. I do hope you’ll love it here.” Weems gave her the same smile as before and left them outside her office.

The brown haired boy looked over at her and smiled. “As Weems said, I’m Rowan. How did you pronounce your name again?”

He was awfully nice, and very pretty. Sade thought he seemed suspicious, but she thought that of everyone at first.

“Say-d. Nice to meet you, ragazzo carino.” She made sure to flash her fangs slightly and give him a flirty grin.

Rowan’s face flushed and he adjusted his glasses.

“I have to say I wasn’t expecting an Italian accent, but you’re probably full of surprises.” He grinned slightly. “Anyways, follow me.”

Rowan took her around the whole school, without too many odd looks. She had arrived on a Sunday which was probably a good thing except for the fact she started classes tomorrow with practically no time to prepare.

They stopped at their final destination, the small docks by the big lake.

“Well, that’s it.” He smiled at her and glanced at his watch. “Any questions?”

“Does everyone normally wear their uniforms on weekends?” Sade was slightly appalled that she saw everyone wearing one.

Rowan laughed. “Um, no. Weems just wanted to make a good impression on you.”

Sade rolled her eyes and sighed. Of course, but who even cares?

“So, now is usually when my friends and I meet up for lunch on weekends. You’re welcome to come, but I understand if you’d rather unpack and relax.” He seemed hopeful and despite Sade’s adversity to food, she really didn’t feel like being alone. Plus it gave her more of a chance to flirt with Rowan. She thought he was cute when he was flustered.

“Sure, tesoro. Do you guys go into Jericho for that?” Knowing the small town nearby was important for her escape plan, in better words, escape fantasy.

“Yeah, actually, we do. I’ll text our group chat that you’re coming with me.” He pulled out his phone and Sade caught another grin of his. He couldn’t seem to stop doing that. Grinning.

Rowan’s blood smelled so sweet, and she’d rather have that for lunch than whatever was in town. Sade knew she could bite him in a way not to hurt him, just to get a taste, but she couldn’t disappoint her father by running around biting whoever she wanted.

——

They finally made it into Jericho after a 25 minute walk with very slight rain the whole time. Sade felt damp, and she didn’t like it.

Rowan led her into a cafe/diner that she had seen on her way to Nevermore. It was fairly empty aside from what Sade assumed was Rowan’s group.

In a circular booth in the corner sat a bright blonde haired girl with a smile on her face, a boy with a large beanie, a girl with braids and a brooding look on her face, a girl with circular sunglasses and straight black hair, and finally the most attractive boy Sade had ever seen.

The boy was obviously tall, he had long hair, and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Rowan waved slightly to the curly blonde haired boy behind the counter and slid into the booth with his friends, Sade sliding in right next to him.

They all greeted him with smiles, except for the brooding girl.

“Hey guys, this is Sade. She’s a vampire.” Rowan introduced her to them all and she smiled, flashing her fangs.

“Sade, this is Enid, Ajax, Wednesday, Yoko, and Xavier. Oh, and the guy behind the counter is Tyler. He doesn’t go to Nevermore but we hang out with him sometimes.” He introduced her to everyone around the table and Sade was able to put names to faces.

Xavier leaned around Rowan and put his hand out for Sade to shake, which she did. He grinned at her. “Nice to meet the reason we’re wearing uniforms today.”

“Don’t blame me, bellissimo, I’m not happy about it either.” She dropped his hand.

“Bellissimo?” Xavier looked at her confusedly, but she turned to officially meet the others.

“She’s been calling me Italian nicknames all day, with no explanation, just translate it later.” Rowan whispered to Xavier, followed with a soft laugh.

Xavier just shook his head, and scowled slightly as he saw Tyler walk over and look directly at Sade.

Xavier and Tyler had previously quarreled over various things, but most recently Wednesday. It didn’t really matter because Wednesday didn’t pick either of them. Although Tyler persisted, Xavier didn’t. Xavier knew it was to make him mad, especially with their past. It was unfortunate that Tyler’s kissing skills were so good. Xavier wished he had never found that out.

Xavier thought Sade was the most perfect girl he had ever seen, and if Tyler takes that from him too he just might shoot himself.

“You’re new.” Tyler smiled at Sade.

“Sì, e che ne dici, teppista biondo?” Sade quipped, with a slightly aggressive tone.

It made the table giggle and gasp, but Tyler just stood with his mouth hanging open for a second.

“I’m sorry?” He was confused to say the least, which made the table laugh more.

“So cosa sei, ragazzo barista, uno sleazebag. lo sento.” Sade’s tone was annoyed now. She didn’t really know why she was so bothered with him, probably because she hadn’t eaten since last night, but food disgusted her so she was mean to this Tyler boy instead.

Tyler backed away slightly and Sade slid out of the booth. “I’m going for a cigarette.” She glanced at the table and made her way outside into the light rain.

She pulled a pack and lighter from her bra. Sade loved the smell of nicotine and blood mixed together.

Right as she was letting out smoke, Xavier walked out the door and stood next to her.

“I would offer you one but they’re blood infused.” Sade looked up at him shyly. It wasn’t as easy to flirt with someone like Xavier compared to Rowan. Xavier was different, and being alone with him was scary in a way.

“That’s too bad,” He looked down at her and smiled slightly. “So, what were you saying in there?”

The fact that he asked made Sade curious. What was his motive?

“Oh, I just called him a hoodlum and told him I could sense he was a sleazebag.” She tucked some of her hair behind her ear and took another drag.

Xavier laughed and Sade went weak in the knees. How could someone’s laugh be so beautiful?

“In my humble opinion, you were spot on.” He leaned back against the brick wall and looked up into the sky. She knew there had to be history between them, whatever that may be. Sade could almost smell Xavier’s blood boiling when Tyler walked over.

“I could smell it in his blood.”

“Seriously?” Xavier’s head whipped over to look at her. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a confused look on his face.

Sade looked back up at him and laughed. “No, you’re too…oh what’s that word? Credulone, I don’t know it in english.” Her face became flushed out of embarrassment and she smiled slightly.

Xavier couldn’t take his eyes off of her. The way she blushed was adorable and he knew how bad this was for him. He already lost the war, that was a fact.

“Gullible?” The corner of his mouth quirked up.

“I don’t know, is that it? Probably. You believe things too easily.” Sade took another drag of her cigarette. There were lipstick stains on it and it was driving Xavier crazy.

“Trust me I don’t, I just don’t know too much about vampires.” He chuckled and looked back up to the gray sky.

“Me either, to be honest. My fangs just came in two weeks ago and I’m still figuring this all out. It’s taking everything in me not to bite you. The smell of your glorioso blood is just too much for me to handle.” Sade lowered her voice and octave when she got to the biting part, and looked up at Xavier with her red eyes wide.

Xavier’s breath got caught in his throat and his face became slightly flushed. He looked down at Sade, sexual fantasies floating around his head just at the sight of her looking at him like that. He knew she should be scary to him right now but she wasn’t. Just beautiful.

“I’m joking, Xavier.” Sade quickly dropped the act, despite seeing the truth in her own lies, Xavier seemed to really believe her, and kind of into it.

“Right, of course.” He shook his head and laughed softly to himself before walking back inside the cafe, leaving Sade alone in the rain.

——

Sade couldn’t help but lie in bed thinking about Xavier. She couldn’t be bothered to worry about classes with him distracting her.

She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out her blood pills but put them back after reading the label. She shuffled the things in her drawer around and pulled out the painkillers. She popped two in her mouth and drifted off to sleep with one thing on her mind.

——

Xavier knew he wasn’t getting sleep tonight. Not after meeting Sade. He’d be lucky if he ever got to sleep again, it wasn’t likely with Sade around.

He sat at his desk, sketching her. Sketching her face, her fangs, eyes, body, making her come to life to hear her laughter and see her flash her fangs at him.

He was just lucky Rowan never asked him what he was drawing, and didn’t mind the sound of Cavier’s pencil when he was trying to sleep.

—

Translations:

Luce del sole - Sunshine

Papà - Dad

mia ragazza - my girl

ragazzo carino - pretty boy

tesoro - sweetheart (male) or treasure

bellissimo - gorgeous

Sì, e che ne dici, teppista biondo? - yes, and what about it, blonde hoodlum?

So cosa sei, ragazzo barista, uno sleazebag. lo sento. - I know what you are, barista boy, a sleazebag. I can sense it.

Credulone - gullible

glorioso - glorious

[andersisms]

Last Light In

Chapter 1: Miserable at Best

Rating: M

CW: flirting, implied sex, abusive themes/mentions of abuse, nonconsensual mind reading, SLOW BURN (will update as story continues)

Summary: After letting Astarion go through with the Rite of Ascension, he has resorted to keeping you captive as his Consort. This is until the fateful night when he told you to leave him and never come back. Desperate to find yourself in this new form, you decide to seek out your friends to confront and perhaps redeem Astarion.

———

“That is nothing compared to the way you touched me, darling. At least throw the poor guy a bone.”

You sensed him before you heard him, and the malice in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“Get out of my head.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

You could hear the smirk on his face even without being able to see him. With the hope of distraction from his constant, insufferable presence, you continued to caress your way through another drunken tryst. The kisses were wet and sloppy, clothes and buttons were fumbled through, and it finally ended in a heap of sweat and pleasure.

It was hard not to feel disgusted with yourself afterwards. It was hard not to feel hatred towards Astarion as he flaunted his newfound power and freedom conjured by completing the ritual, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your love. It was hard not to feel lonely, as he was always in your mind but not in the way you yearned for him to be.

The man you knew now was a mockery of who he once was and it made you sick. How could he do this to you? You, who helped him fulfill the ritual so he could ascend and kill his abuser. You could still see the desperation in his eyes when he had Cazador helplessly sprawled in front of him, needing your guidance to get through the ritual and claim the power of ascension for himself. After promising forever, he made you his slave in return. He would have never phrased it like that, but you saw the situation for everything that it was: a perpetuation of cyclical abuse, with you now as the victim. Luckily for you, he was generous enough to eventually let you go but now you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

You felt like an empty husk of a person, with nowhere to go and no one to turn to except the man who ruined it all.

You lay in bed next to the handsome stranger in another night of restless thoughts. You feel Astarion’s company, but he does not say anything; sometimes he leaves you to your thoughts, and you are unsure if it’s out of consideration or cruelty. How things have changed, in the worst of ways. You lost your best friends, the ones with which you defeated the elder brain. You lost your lover, the sweet vampire spawn turned power hungry vampire master. Worst of it all, you have lost yourself since becoming Astarion’s spawn and having to follow through with all of his wills.

You think of the night he sent you away, weeks ago. How you screamed at each other in anger, how you begged for him to let you go, how he pressed his hands to your face as he said “I want you gone. Leave and never come back.”, how you had no choice but to do just that. So you left him and his empty palace, thankful for the release of your duties but otherwise entirely numb. Who were you now? What options did you have? The sun was now your enemy, so you were left to seek petty conversation with the tavern dwellers of the night, whether it was for friendship or intimacy. But none of them filled the voids that your sweetheart once did - and you missed him. Not the ascended vampire you know now, whose selfishness and hunger for power has driven a figurative stake through your heart, but the sweet vampire spawn who stayed by your side till dawn when you had nightmares and gently held your hand when confronting gods together.

No, the new Astarion was a vengeful beast of a man who couldn’t stand for you to be his equal. He was pathetic. Still, a small part of you believed the Astarion you knew could be brought back. And an even smaller part of you thought he might regret what he had done to you.

“How could I not, darling? We were such fun together.”

“Until you became the very thing you hated.”

Silence. And a small sliver of fear sent through your mind.

———

The next night, you found yourself chatting with a sweet girl who considered herself quite the talented bard. You lightheartedly flirted with her, teasing the way your potential love making could be translated to song. A few giggles and blushes were exchanged, but the conversation ended with promises of seeing each other again rather than full commitment to the song-worthy passions of the night. As she turned to walk out, you happened to make eye contact with a familiar face from across the bar.

“Gale?”

His face instantly lit up and a broad smile appeared across his face.

“You! I was wondering if I'd see you while I was in town.”

He began to make his way over to your side of the bar, a slight flush to his checks and wobble in his walk. You couldn’t help but laugh, as tipsy Gale was always one of your favorite versions of him. You slid your arms around each other in a deep embrace, where you stayed in silence for at least a minute or two. Before you started to come apart.

“I’ve missed you, Gale,” you whispered into his shoulder as your eyes began to get misty.

A few seconds passed before he hesitantly started, “I've missed you too. Where’s Astarion?”

Another pause. Then a badly concealed sob. “I have so much to tell you.”

“Oh dear. Perhaps I should have taken it a bit easier tonight,” he replied with a chuckle, his arms tightened around you. “Let's go to the room I'm staying in. It’s more private, and not too far from here.”

You finally let each other go, and you met his eyes with a grateful, teary-eyed look.

“I'd like that, my friend.”

He took your hand in his and guided you back to the hostel he was staying at, in which he had one of the only coveted private rooms. You let him lead the way as you tread through the curves and grooves of the city, moonlight gracing your path. Without any note of seduction, he lead you up the stairs to the entryway of the hostel and you eventually made it to the candlelit room where he was temporarily staying.

He motioned you towards the bed, then took a seat across from you. He took a deep inhale, grabbed both of your hands, and with a solemn look he said, “Tell me everything.”

And that’s all it took for you to become undone in front of him. You put your face in your hands as you began to cry, pride and ego be damned.

“He isn't the Astarion we knew anymore, Gale... The ascension changed him for the worse. I know there were signs when we were last together, but it went further than I ever thought it could. There are no remnants of the man he was. He is not even half of who we knew, who we loved.”

Gale looked onto you with understanding, and gave your hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement to continue.

“After the ascension, he turned me too. I thought he wanted to be equals, I thought he would make me a true vampire as he promised. But he didn't. He kept me as his consort, and it took little time for him to start ordering me around. He didn’t treat me nearly as badly as Cazador treated him, but he treated me as a piece of furniture. A decoration for his new ‘empire’. I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough. We had an argument and it ended very badly. I begged him for my freedom, I begged him to make me equal to him. But he still refused. The argument ended with him commanding me to leave him, and so that’s what I did. Not that I had any choice in the matter. He has become what he hated, what he killed in front of us. I can't stand it. And…Gale, he’s in my head. Even now, he hears what I say and he knows what I do. I can't rid myself of him even as far away as I am now. I don’t know what to do,” you ended your rant with another sob. Wordlessly, Gale wrapped you in his arms and allowed you to use his sleeve as a handkerchief. You felt guilty, but you knew he didn’t mind a bit.

“Well, my dear friend, that certainly is a lot to take in. Consider me sobered up,” he said with complete sincerity. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I hope to be a comfort for you, even if I cannot think of how to help you right now.” You nod in the hook of his arm.

“You are, Gale. You always are.”

You stayed in his arms for the rest of the night, and eventually the conversation moved to the adventures the two of you had been on since your separation. It was a well met distraction from your bleak situation. Gale always did make you laugh, even in the worst of times. But, as all good things do, your conversation came to an end when he dozed off in the wee hours of the night. Still, you stayed in his arms and stifled your giggles every time he snored. Your friendship with Gale always came so easily, and this night proved to you that it always would.

“I’m surprised you didn’t use the night to your advantage, to distract yourself from me again,” Astarion whispered through you. You detected a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“You saw me try, did you not? Besides, I got distracted by Gale.”

“Ah yes, our dear wizard from Waterdeep. How convenient of him to show up for you in your time of need. Being a damsel in distress is not a good look for you, my dear.”

You refused to dignify him with a telepathic response, and there was silence for the rest of the night.

———

CHAPTER TWO:

[throwawaywriting]

A/N: 10k+ word count. Smut at the end.

You were a slip of a thing. Delicate. Petite. Always had been, much to your aunt and uncle’s pleasure. It made you the belle of the ball at every high society party, and the eligible bachelors constantly vied for your time and attention. You never had trouble finding a companion to dance with, or someone to escort you through the streets of Saint Denis. But you didn’t find any suitors to be particularly thrilling or interesting and there was only so much polite conversation or strolls or painting you could do before needing to venture out of your affluent neighborhood. At the first available moment, you’d slip into one of the dresses your maid hid in your wardrobe for these instances, and sneak out of the house. Maggie accompanied you on a few initial trips, making sure you knew the areas you’d be able to explore without being in any immediate danger. But after several nights wandering alone, you were tired of maintaining another set of boundaries created just to keep you safe. Your insatiable desire for adventure caused you to venture further and further from home, eventually bringing you to wander the docks and factory district of the ever-expanding city. Nights almost always ended at the Bastille Saloon, a higher class establishment than other options in Saint Denis, but not affluent enough for your family or individuals of similar status to patronize. In other words, even in the saloon finished with velvet and dark walnut and gold, you went unrecognized. This was where you developed your habit of swiping money folds and watches from the wealthy men that never failed to approach you with dark eyes and a silver tongue. Nothing ever happened, no one ever realized you were the cause of their valuables disappearing, no doubt because the sweet facade distracted from your mischievous deeds. It wasn’t until you started to steal from men you weren’t flirting with that you were caught.

The night before your 20th birthday you were on your way home following an exhilarating evening of swiping multiple bill folds. You’d throw them down alleyways, hoping someone desperately needing the money would stumble upon the hundreds of dollars left behind. The only thing you kept were the clips, a trophy of each successful escapade. You were getting ready to toss another packet, arm darting out from your side, when a large, rough hand closed around your wrist. Another hand clapped around your mouth, stifling your shriek as a solid body pushed into your back, driving you down the alley that was going to receive the night’s plunder. You involuntarily squeaked as you were pinned against the wet brick wall, your heart leaping into your throat as terror flowed through your body.“You make a habit of stealin’ from gentlemen?”

Once your eyes adjusted to the lack of light, you finally saw the man who had you trapped. He was one of the first you “robbed” that night. Not quite a foot taller than you and so sturdy you were sure he could wrestle a bear, the stranger had dark blonde hair swept to the side, a tan face, and blue eyes so stunning they almost rivaled your own.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” you said calmly once his fingers loosened around your lips. For a moment, a look of amusement crossed his rugged features, prompting an unexpected fluttery feeling to fill your stomach. He could feel your heart racing under his forearm pressed across your chest to keep your figure against the wall. A little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he registered your reaction was just as much arousal as it was anxiety.

“M’sure a nice little lady like you didn’t mean it,” he grumbled, the vibrations of his baritone transferring from his body to yours.

“An innocent mistake,” your blonde curls rustled as you nodded meekly, “pardonnez-moi.”

His eyes stayed locked with yours as his hand slid to meet your fingers still clutching the billfold.

“Should be,” he finally loosened his grasp on you and took a step back when the money was in his possession. When he was satisfied it had all been returned, he looked at you with a sly smile and tipped his hat, murmuring a farewell before continuing down the dark alley.

“Are you enjoying yourself, ma cherie?” Your aunt Celeste joined you on the back porch overlooking the luxurious party her and Pascal had thrown for your 20th birthday. It was a phenomenal sight, the who's who of Saint Denis society mingling in the back courtyard adorned with massive floral arrangements, glowing candles, tiers of sweets, bottles of champagne, and a 12 piece orchestra inspiring guests to dance.

“Oui,” you nodded and smiled widely, not wanting to let on that this evening didn’t have as much excitement as you would have liked. But following last night’s encounter in the alley, you suspected it would be awhile before you found anything as exhilarating. Your wandering mind was soon interrupted by your uncle’s boisterous laughter floating through the open French doors.

“Y/N, more friends have arrived,” you turned around at your uncle’s comment to see Mayor Lemieux, Angleo Bronte, and a handful of other men following Pascal to the columns you stood beneath.

“Mademoiselle,” the mayor removed his hat and held it over his heart in greeting.

“Henri,” you smiled warmly and exchanged fond kisses on cheeks. When he stepped to the side, Angelo moved forward, eager to greet you in kind. You never had a good feeling when the Italian was around. He seemed…shifty. But he was a fixture in Saint Denis’s wealthy class and attended every party held at one of the extravagant houses in the city.

“Happy birthday, bella,” Angelo’s greeting mimicked Henri’s but his lips lingered a little too long for your comfort.

“These are my associates,” Angelo gestured behind him, hand beckoning them forward.

“Well it is a pleasure to meet the most beautiful woman in Lemoyne,” the dark haired man removed his hat and bowed deeply.

“Name’s Dutch,” he said in a heavy southern accent once he returned upright, “this is Hosea,” the older man stepped forward and lightly kissed the top of your hand, tipping his hat in a sign of reverence.

“And this is Arthur,” when your eyes finally landed on the third man, your heart jumped into your throat.

The man you robbed, the one who had you pinned in a damp and dark alleyway not 24 hours before, was standing on your back porch as a guest of your birthday party.

“Miss,” he removed his hat—a different one than last night—and nodded politely. You hoped no one else noticed the way you blushed at his gesture, and he hoped no one noticed the way his eyes twinkled amusedly at meeting the female pickpocketer that nearly took all his money.

“May I?”

A low voice came from behind your dancing partner, drawing your eyes over Jean-Claude’s shoulder to find Arthur standing with a stupid smirk on his lips. When the younger man opened his mouth to protest, you patted his shoulder reassuringly.

“It’s alright, Jean-Claude,” you murmured before pressing a kiss to his cheek. He frowned but lowered his head and relinquished your hand to Arthur before seeking out another dance partner. You rolled your lips together in a vain attempt to suppress the grin threatening to emerge. Dancing with this man generated a rush of happiness, and you did not want to let him know that even now, in your own backyard, he made your heart race.

It’s just infatuation, you reminded yourself, you don’t even know him.

After a few strides, you finally granted yourself permission to look up and inspect this man a little closer than the dimly lit alley allowed. When your eyes lifted from an unidentified spot over Arthur’s shoulder, you found he was already staring at you.

“So you gon’ tell me your name?”

The rumble of his voice alone would have prompted you to giggle, but his question guaranteed your soft laughter filled his ears. The sound caused a warmth to bloom in his stomach and he could feel his cheeks redden at being the cause of your amusement.

“Y/N,” you drew your hand further up his thick shoulder so it rested at the curve of his neck, prompting Arthur to reflexively move his hand higher up your back to maintain propriety.

“Miss Y/N, there a reason yer swipin’ billfolds when you got all of Saint Denis at your fingertips?”

“To meet charming men such as yourself, Arthur,” you responded coolly, a little smile tugging at the corner of your lips. His hand squeezed yours a little tighter as he grunted at your comment, the twinkle leaving his eyes, “could get real hurt doin’ that.”

You hummed, raising an eyebrow in disagreement but not daring to say it out loud. It wasn’t proper to argue with a man, let alone an older one with seemingly high societal connections.

“No need to bite your tongue, girl,” his whisper against your ear caused a shiver to run down your spine and he grinned at your reaction. Still, you didn’t offer a response and instead chose to change the subject. What was he doing in Saint Denis? How did he know Angelo?

While you wished you could have spent the rest of the evening talking with Arthur and getting to know more about him—you didn’t have the chance to learn much more than he had just gotten to Lemoyne with his group of associates and they began working with Angelo upon their arrival. That in and of itself should have been a warning—you didn’t like nor trust Angelo or the men who kept his company—but there was something about Arthur you couldn’t keep yourself from trusting. If he was as rough as the men he surrounded himself with, you had no reason to lean into the feeling of comfort his presence provided. But at the end of the night, you couldn’t keep your gut from twisting into knots as you bid him—and the others—adieu.

The next night, under the glow of a full moon, you slipped out of the house to resume your evening escapades. The cool air was a welcome reprieve following a sweltering day spent outside and you inhaled deeply upon reaching the end of the Avenue, taking in the sweet scent of roses and lilacs and gardenias.

“Thought I scared you outta doin’ this,” a gruff voice caused you to jump and whirl around. Seeing your new companion made your heart race wildly, a response you expected every time you crossed paths with Arthur. He smiled devilishly and flicked his cigarette onto the sweating cobblestone. You bit back a sweet smile, “truthfully, Mr. Morgan, I don’t find you all that scary.”

His chest rumbled with laughter, “yer the first to ever say that Miss Y/L/N.”

If it was possible, Arthur was even more handsome in the moonlight. His features weren’t as harsh and he wasn’t as worn, instead looking like a mischievous boy who was meeting up with his forbidden lover after hours. You hoped that he saw you in the same way—someone he wanted to see so badly he would shirk all other duties for a few hours while the city slept.

“What adventure you goin’ on tonight?”

A week later, after several consecutive nights spent visiting the underbelly of Saint Denis, you decided to stay home, not wanting Arthur to find you too desperate to spend time with him. Truth be told, you were growing increasingly attracted to the gruff man who seemed to be annoyed with your consistent rebellion while finding it equally amusing.

You expected this evening to be quiet and that you would doze off after reading one of your books. And you likely would have continued into dreamland had it not been for glass shattering somewhere in the house.

At first you thought it was the cat slinking around the parlor and knocking a vase off the table, but then you heard voices. And then a scuffle. And then pleading. You held your breath and strained your ears in an attempt to figure out what exactly was happening, only for your concentration to be broken by your balcony doors swinging open. Your mouth flew open to scream, only for a familiar hand to rush to keep you quiet.

“Get dressed real quick.”

Upon realizing it was Arthur, you relaxed for a moment, all fearsome thoughts leaving your mind until it registered that he must be with whoever was making their way upstairs.

“It ain’t what you think,” he shook his head upon noticing the betrayed look in your eyes, “now git movin,” he pushed your head away from him and towards the wardrobe. A million questions flooded your mind as you fumbled with the clothes immediately within reach. While you dressed you kept your eyes on Arthur, who was standing guard at your door with a shiny pistol drawn and held upwards, ready to fire at the first sign of intrusion.

“Hurry up,” he hissed at you, glancing over to see the progress you’d made in getting dressed. The sound of hushed voices and footsteps on the stairs caused your heart to pound so loudly you were sure the incoming person, or persons, could hear it in the hallway.

“We gotta go,” Arthur stepped away from the door and grabbed your hand, pulling you from the safety of your bedroom into the dark night.

The following minutes were a blur, with Arthur throwing you onto his horse and galloping through the streets of Saint Denis, not slowing until reaching the sticky humidity of the Bluewater Marsh. Under any other circumstances, you would have found a midnight ride to be romantic and exhilarating. But tonight you were terrified and at the first chance you had, you wriggled out of Arthur’s grasp and successfully—but not gracefully—dismounted his Thoroughbred, landing on the dirt road with a soft oomph. Arthur looked down at you with an amused smile and let out a chuckle when you scowled in return. You pushed yourself to your feet and hoisted your skirts in an attempt to make a getaway.

“Hey now,” he called after you, smoothly getting off his horse and grabbing your arm after taking a few long strides to prevent you from escaping.

“Let me go,” you snapped, jerking against his grasp to free yourself. Surprisingly, Arthur did as you asked and allowed you to turn on your heel and continue stomping down the dark road returning to Saint Denis.

“Might wanna get back here,” you heard him grumble, prompting you to click your tongue and wave him off while blindly continuing forward.

“Y/N,” you kept walking despite Arthur repeatedly calling your name. He muttered something under his breath before you heard the rustling of heavy leather and the cocking of the gun.

“Y/N!”

His sharp tone finally made you whirl around only to find he had a rifle pointed directly at you.

“Wh-wha?” You stammered, unable to ask what Arthur was doing before a gunshot shattered the night air. You spun away from the noise, the movement allowing your eyes to catch a dark mass slithering back into the marsh. Your eyes widened in realization and you turned around once more to stare at Arthur, mouth agape in shock.

“Gon’ get back here?” He asked dryly, knowing this incident scared you enough to return to the nearest form of safety, which, for better or worse, was him. As badly as you wanted to put on a brave face and act as though you weren't phased in the slightest, you were far too shaken to pretend and unsteadily walked back to Arthur, limbs trembling with fear.

“Ya alright?”

A deep frown etched his face as he stared at you with a raised eyebrow, exuding annoyance and concern simultaneously. You knew your voice would betray you, so you merely hummed in confirmation before allowing Arthur to boost you into the saddle before hoisting himself up, one muscular arm wrapped around your slender frame to hold you tightly to his chest.

A few hours and a long ride later, Arthur pulled into the woods and slowly walked through the trees until reaching a small campsite—one tent and one firepit.

“Here we are,” he grunted, swinging his leg over Brutus to dismount. Before you could blink, his large hands were gripping your sides, just under your breasts, to help you down. Arthur lifted you effortlessly, making you feel like little more than one of the china dolls your aunt gifted you as a child. Your hands rested on the tops of his shoulders for balance, the motion naturally bringing your eyes to lock together. Even when your feet were firmly on the ground, neither of you let go of the other. The temptation to kiss him grew too powerful to resist, your hand quickly moving to the nape of his neck to bring your faces closer together. Initially Arthur tensed, his eyes darting across your face as if searching for permission you already gave.

He cleared his throat and stepped out of your embrace, allowing a rush of cool air to flood the front of your body.

“Gon camp here for the night. Get a few hours sleep. Keep movin’ north,” Arthur didn’t turn around to see the dejected look now worn on your features, but you swallowed your pride and followed him to the fire pit where he built a flame large enough to provide some warmth to your chilling body.

“Are my aunt and uncle alive?”

Arthur exhaled slowly but nodded, “uncle might be in rough shape, but I reckon he’s alive.”

He poked at the burning logs to stoke the fire, the movement allowing flames to ignite the remaining log.

You sat on the hard ground, knees pulled to your chest for comfort while you watched the wood burn right before your eyes. You’d never been in the wilderness like this, with the open air and clear sky. A gentle breeze toyed with your hair, taking a few strands by surprise and guiding them across your face. You brushed them aside absentmindedly, tucking the blonde locks behind your ear. The movement entranced Arthur, who had been subtly watching you from across the fire. The orange glow illuminated your features in a different way than the street lamps of Saint Denis. It didn’t make you look so…ethereal. Instead, you looked like a normal frontier woman. Your hair was a little haphazard from the night’s frantic activity, your normally lively eyes had circles enunciating your exhaustion, and little creases scattered your forehead as you contemplated recent events.

“Penny for your thoughts, Mr. Morgan?”

Oh shit, he’d been caught staring. Arthur startled slightly, prompting a sly smile to appear on your plush pink lips when you realized he had indeed been studying you.

“Noth—“ his voice was raspy, mouth having gone dry while he admired you. He cleared his throat, “nothing, ma’am.”

You scoffed at his formality, blue eyes rolling at his persistence of calling you anything other than your preferred nicknames.

“If you had the gusto to kidnap me, you might as well call me Y/N/N.”

Arthur’s head snapped up to glare at you, his anger only enunciated by the raging fire.

“I didn’t kidnap you,” he snapped before he had the chance to adjust his tone. You recoiled, surprised by the forcefulness with which he spoke. An immediate sensation of guilt washed over Arthur like a bucket of cold water, “aw, I’m sorry Y/N—I mean Y/N/N.” He looked at you sheepishly, cheeks now also burning with embarrassment, “s’just more complicated than that.”

You pursed your lips together and twisted them to the side in thought. Internally you were debating whether or not you wanted to push for further details, but Arthur spoke again before you had the chance.

“Better get some shut eye, gon be morning before we know it,” he pushed himself up, fully extending his legs after crouching for god knows how long. While he was rough around the edges, he seemed to know enough about proper society that he took a few steps towards you, hand outstretched for you to grasp while rising off the ground. Again, the motion brought you nearly chest-to-chest and this time Arthur didn’t quickly pull away. Instead he looked down at you, his blue eyes locked with yours in a battle against temptation. You could feel your faces growing closer together, and your gaze only lowered when you wanted to focus on bringing his lips to yours. But once again Arthur cleared his throat and took a step back, this time eliciting a huff loud enough to make him hesitate before fully turning away.

“Ya can take the tent,” he cleared his throat again and stooped to pick up a bedroll that was tucked just inside the flap, “I’ll sleep out here.”

“Why?”

Your question made him hesitate once again. He sighed and ran his fingers through his sandy hair, “I—I don—“ he stuttered before taking a few seconds to compose himself, “yer a proper lady,” he refused to make eye contact with you, “and I reckon it wouldn’t be too proper for,” he gestured between the two of you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow and smirk. He didn’t finish the sentence, instead uncomfortably rubbing the back of his neck and exhaling from his nose.

“I ain’t who you think I am,” he finally stammered. Your brow knit together in confusion and you stared at him open-mouthed for a second before saying the first thing that came to mind, “how do you know what I think?”

Now it was Arthur’s turn to scowl and shake his head.

“Go to sleep, Y/N.”

Arthur woke you a few hours later, interrupting what was a short and uncomfortable sleep. You’d never slept in a tent before, never had only a bedroll between you and the cold ground, never woke with the sun. Your entire life had been spent in that Saint Denis mansion, with its plush and overfilled beds, soothing pillows, and timeless days. No one cared if you didn’t wake until late morning, the lack of interest proving invaluable for the nights you’d stay out so late the street lamps were extinguished before you returned to your room.

But you didn’t want Arthur to think any less of you and your capabilities, so you joined him in the saddle without complaint, despite your body aching from last night’s excursion.

“Where are we going?” You asked quietly, the question serving as your first words of the day. Arthur exhaled through his nose, something you noticed he did quite a bit around you, almost as though he needed to frequently slow a racing heart.

“Gotta get to Brandywine before nightfall,” he answered shortly. With a click of his tongue, the horse began moving forward. Brutus, you learned, was his name, given sarcastically due to the stallion’s relatively docile temperament. You’d never admit it to Arthur but you had only ever ridden side-saddle, and even then, you were born and raised in a city where riding wasn’t a necessity.

As Brutus carried you north, you watched your surroundings with wide eyes. You’d never traveled this far from Saint Denis. It was wild, undeveloped, untamed. The trees were lush and rustled with the wind. The air was crisp and stung your lungs when you sharply inhaled. And you encountered maybe two other people on the trail, all of whom looked at you curiously, but tipped their hats nonetheless. You hadn’t considered the sight of two people–one in slightly nicer clothing–riding on a horse would be an odd sensation. But apparently, it was. And someone knew it would draw enough attention that the day’s journey diverted into the woods just outside of Annesburg.

“Charles,” Arthur called out when he approached a campsite very similar to the one you just left outside of Van Horn. The tent flaps rustled to reveal a strapping, dark skinned man with long black hair.

“Arthur,” the stranger raised his hand in greeting, striding over to welcome you with a smile, “safe travel, my friend?” Charles asked as Arthur dismounted. Arthur grunted and lowered his head, but you caught the edge of a smile when he handed Charles the reins so he could help you down.

“This here’s Y/N,” Arthur gestured towards you roughly, his demeanor suddenly becoming gruff in the presence of another man.

“Pleasure, ma’am,” Charles kissed the top of your hand as Hosea had done many nights before. You smiled tersely, guard heightened in the presence of an unfamiliar individual. Arthur must have sensed your hesitancy, and he put a hand on the small of your back to guide you forward, motioning towards the tent, “need you to change.”

You frowned up at him, fully confused as to why redressing was necessary. But when he raised his eyebrows and motioned towards the tent again, you relented and stepped behind the canvas. Once in private, you realized you were more scared than you had been willing to admit last night. Being swept out of your room by a man you’d become infatuated with was arguably romantic, as was going for a late night ride and spending time around a fire. But now, in the light of day, terror gripped your insides, crushing your chest and making every breath a struggle. You tried to calm, but remembering you didn’t actually know Arthur, let alone Charles, only made your heart race faster. When the clinking of stirrups and the sound of thundering hooves broke through your clouded mind, you dashed for the tent opening, throwing back the flaps in an absolute panic, thinking Arthur abandoned you.

But he hadn’t.

He was sitting on a stump, journal in his lap, pencil in hand, and clearly writing or drawing before you interrupted. Upon seeing your wild eyes and hearing your rapid breathing, he tossed his utensils aside and quickly closed the distance between your location and his.

“S’wrong?” His large, rough hands landed on your shoulders without a second thought, brow furrowed in concentration as he watched your body heave frantically. You gulped air as quickly as possible, gripping onto Arthur’s forearm as tightly as you could to keep yourself balanced. If it hurt, he didn’t flinch, and guided you to the ground without detaching your hold.

“Y/N/N,” he soothed with a never-before-seen kindness, swiping his thumbs over your cheekbones to wipe away your tears. The kind gesture did nothing but make the tears fall faster, finally prompting you to lurch forward, burying your face into the crook of his neck, where a soft blue cotton shirt caught every drop falling from your eyes. Arthur tensed at the sudden closeness of your bodies but knew better than to pull away. Instead his hands brushed up and down your back comfortingly while he repeatedly reassured you that everything was okay. When your breathing finally slowed, you pulled back and pawed away the tears still staining your flushed face.

“I want to go home,” you whispered shakily, looking up at him with watery blue eyes. Arthur sighed and raised a hand to tuck a few blonde locks behind your ear–a gesture that didn’t feel as abnormal as it should have.

“I know ya do, but,” he sighed heavily, “not yet.”

“Why not?” You demanded, voice raising when the pace of your breathing quickened again, “why can’t I—” your question was cut off by Arthur’s lips crashing onto yours, something you desperately wanted 24 hours ago, but wasn’t on your mind at the moment. It did help stop your racing thoughts, though, and when his hands cupped your face to bring you closer, you could think of nothing but him. Your slender hands snuck around to the back of Arthur’s neck, where your fingers absentmindedly grazed until Arthur’s hands moved to tangle in your long blonde hair, gently detaching his lips so he could press his forehead against yours.

“I know yer scared, but I need ya to trust me,” the vibrations of his voice sending a tingle down your spine. You swallowed thickly but nodded and whispered a confirmation.

“I promise I’ll tell ya everything when we get to Brandywine tonight.”

The wagon Charles left at the campsite in exchange for Brutus became your new mode of transportation. It was done, you realized, to blend into the surrounding area a bit more than your previous travel arrangements. You were even able to doze a bit, head lolling to the side and finding support on Arthur’s shoulder. But you were wide awake when the wagon slowed alongside a pond, shimmering in the pastels of a wilderness sunset. The water looked so inviting, its waves barely kissing the shore in a sweet gesture of welcome.

“Is there…” you hesitated, knowing how ridiculous of a question you were able to ask, “can I go swimming? In there?”

You motioned to the pond, as if there were any other place in the area where you could swim. Arthur’s eyes darted towards the water for a split second before he nodded and hummed, “gonna be cold.”

With a small twitch of your lips, you took Arthur’s outstretched hand to assist you down. Despite his cautioning, your feet carried you towards the rocky shoreline where you promptly began to undress. The kiss you’d shared earlier that day provided a whole other level of unabashedness, a dangerous thing considering you already quite bold. Arthur continued working by the wagon, starting a fire and setting up the tent while you held your breath and plunged beneath the water’s surface, fully immersing yourself in a peace you desperately needed. When you popped back up, blonde hair now slicked back with the cool water, you noticed Arthur jerk his head down to avert his eyes. It made a little smile play on your face, knowing he had been watching for at least a few seconds. You continued bobbing in the pond, the chill settling into your skin going unnoticed as you enjoyed the calming sensation of weightlessness. It was a welcome distraction from the turmoil that had been clouding your mind for the past 24 hours.

“You gon’ sleep in there?”

Arthur’s baritone voice broke through your daydream to bring you back to the present. Night had started falling, blanketing the peaceful area with a dimness that somehow didn’t lessen its beauty.

“What if I am?”

You retorted, lowering yourself so only your eyes were visible. Arthur smirked, amused by your youthful antics.

“C’mon girl,” he waved you towards the shore, “need to eat somethin’.”

With a grunt, you obliged and started creeping closer to the rocks on which Arthur stood. Before you could ask if he was going to turn away so you could leave the water and dress, he held up a blanket as a privacy screen. While you wanted nothing more than for Arthur to have his way with you, for his lips to press against every inch of your smooth skin, you were grateful for his never ending respect and propriety. This was pushing it, he knew, standing behind a quilt while you exited the water, a splashing sound confirming you’d made it to shore and were now fully unclothed on the other side of the fabric clutched in his hands. He could not help but imagine what you looked like right now. How your wet skin must be shimmering in the growing moonlight. How your hair must be returning to its natural wave now that it was no longer weighed down by water. How the damp spots on your body must make some of your undergarments cling to your curves.

“I’m decent,” you whispered, putting a gentle hand on top of Arthur’s to encourage him to lower the barrier. He did as you asked, and when he finally caught sight of your post-swim appearance, all of his previous thoughts were proven correct, save for what your chemise looked like under your calico dress. Arthur draped the quilt around your shoulders, knowing you were going to get more of a chill than you expected and lead you to the campsite where he had a fire burning.

The two of you ate quietly, with you having your first ever dinner outside, around a fire, with nothing to drink other than water. Arthur told you the events leading up to the night he stole you from home. How your uncle had been the middleman between Angelo Brontë and a wealthy family from Rhodes. How the Braithwaites felt that they’d been shortchanged and how they plotted to kidnap you for ransom. How Dutch figured it out and how he made a deal with your uncle to kidnap you first and take you into New Hanover before crossing into Ambarino to hide out until things were smoothed over. How when Arthur heard about the plan, he readily volunteered to be the one to take you away and keep you safe. After eating the plainest meal of your life, you started to shiver, your hair still reflecting light with a dangerous dampness. It didn’t go unnoticed by Arthur, who passed you a well-worn flask, “drink this. It’ll help.”

You tentatively took it from him, chilly fingers desperately uncorking the container that might be your savior. It hadn’t crossed your mind that the flask likely contained alcohol–and strong alcohol at that–so when you took a big gulp, you didn’t expect your throat to feel like it was on fire. Much to Arthur’s amusement you coughed and sputtered, not used to the sensation provided by rye whiskey. When you finally regained your composure after a few deep breaths, you let out a giggle, “that is vile,” the flask returned to Arthur, who took a swig without so much as a wince.

“An acquired taste,” he winked at you and tucked it back into his jacket pocket before rising, the movement announcing the end of the evening.

“Tent’s yers,” he drawled and motioned to the open flaps where the bedroll from last night awaited your visit. It was closer to the fire than previously, you noted, surely done in an attempt to make your slumber as comfortable as possible following a questionable decision to swim in a northern pond while the sun set. You hummed and reluctantly took Arthur’s outstretched hand to assist you off the blanket on which you sat. On instinct, you stepped forward so your bodies nearly pressed together and you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. His lips twitched ever so slightly at the corners, signaling he was fighting back a smile and his blue eyes shone with debate. It would be the perfect opportunity to kiss you again. To press his lips against yours, more tenderly this time since he wasn’t in a rush to calm you down and get you to shut up. You could feel his muscles tense under the light hold you had on his arms and you knew there was no way he was going to kiss you again today. He was far too reserved to make such a bold move in a calm environment.

“Good night, Arthur,” you pecked his cheek and retreated to the tent, stomach churning with anxiety and uncertainty brought on by the perceived lack of interest.

The next morning you awoke to men talking outside your tent. It sounded like two, maybe three, individuals having a somewhat tense discussion. One was Arthur, the second perhaps Dutch. The remaining man you couldn’t identify. While you debated on whether or not you should show yourself, you slowly stretched to feel the satisfying tug in your legs and arms. Yesterday’s journey hadn’t been as arduous since the majority of time was spent in a wagon instead of on horseback, but your muscles still ached, their condition certainly not helped by another night spent sleeping on the ground. You knew they were likely conversing about you and the precarious situation you were apparently in, probably giving updates so Arthur knew whether or not your journey could continue as planned.

As soon as you made an appearance, you regretted not remaining hidden until the visitors left. Though you might have been desperate to see Arthur, and feel the sun on your skin, and enjoy some of the preserves you’d been given by Charles, you didn’t want those things if you would be subjected to the presence of a man incapable of respecting a lady.

“Woo-eee, I can see why you wanted this mission so badly, cowpoke!” One of the men whooped, slapping his knee in amusement before striding over to you. He circled around you like a lion surveying its prey, licking his lips in a way that was nothing but predatory. Your jaw clenched and heart raced, all too familiar with the growing level of unease caused by a man looking you up and down as though you were a prized calf. Arthur’s movement went unnoticed, as did Dutch’s low voice reminding everyone present to behave. But the heavily mustached man turned towards Arthur with a wicked grin, his beady eyes betraying the vulgarity of the comment he was about to make.

“You get a piece yet?”

You gasped, face flushing with anger, “connard!” But before you had the chance to slap him as intended, he grabbed your wrist, “oh I don’t think so,” and jerked you forward, bringing you so close his whiskey-tinged breath skimmed over your face. Thankfully, Arthur had his hands on the man within seconds, pushing his way between you and the stranger.

“Back off, Micah,” he shoved the man square in the chest while you yanked your arm out of his grasp, shrieking for him to let go of you. Even though his hand was around your slender wrist for only a few moments, it was angry and red and almost certain to bruise later. He laughed at Arthur’s response, “protective of your little frog?”

Again, your cheeks reddened, “va te faire foutre,” you spat, trying to push past Arthur in another effort to slap the offending man. Micah only laughed, but stepped away when Dutch finally barked at both men to behave. Arthur remained in his position shielding you from Micah, much to the man’s amusement.

Dutch and Micah brought two things: news and supplies. Things with the Braithwaites weren’t quieting down as expected, with some members of the family rumored to be looking for you. You didn’t ask why, if your would-be captors continued to pursue you, these two men thought it was a good idea to meet at the campsite. But you remained quiet, standing behind Arthur to feel some form of safety with Micah present. The vulgar man left shortly thereafter, announcing he was on his way to Strawberry, another little town you’d only heard about in passing. Arthur didn’t take his eyes off of Micah as he trotted off on his raven black horse, followed in short order by Dutch, who wished you safe travels. Once the duo were out of sight, Arthur slightly turned towards you, again awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry ‘bout Micah,” he sighed, shaking his head, “he…well…he’s…” Arthur stuttered before giving up on the sentence and waving his hand dismissively, “we’d better get goin’. Should make it to Moonstone before dark.”

You looked at Arthur curiously, head tilted to the side in thought, a sight he found so endearing. For all your intelligence and knowledge there was so much you had yet to learn and experience, and you were eager to do those things with him. And if he was being honest, Arthur was becoming more and more infatuated with the idea, too.

There had been no mention of the kiss you shared the previous morning. Really, no discussion at all during the wagon ride west, but you had so many questions for Arthur. He had alluded to being part of a gang when you’d been around the fire last night, talking about the events leading up to your journey to Brandywine, but he hadn’t come outright and said it. The visit from Dutch and Micah had you fairly well convinced that whatever group he was part of was likely closer to an outlaw gang than a family gang, like Angelo Bronte.

“I can hear those wheels turnin,” the silence was broken by Arthur teasing you lightheartedly, the smallest smile causing his eyes to twinkle. You hummed but giggled, blushing from the embarrassment of being caught so deep in thought about your travel companion.

“Just dreaming about what kind of town Moonstone must be,” you lied, dimples betraying the half-truth you spoke.

Arthur grunted, “ain’t a town,” his eyes darted to his right to catch your reaction. Your brow furrowed and lips turned downward, “then what is it?”

He sighed, letting his eyes linger for a few extra seconds before redirecting his attention to the horse dutifully pulling the wagon.

“Itsa little cabin,” his broad shoulders heaved upwards, “nice’n tucked away.”

Moonstone was more beautiful than you expected. It was a small plot of land with a large pond that reflected the surrounding sloping mountains. You hadn’t been expecting the cabin to be furnished, let alone with the finery close to what you’d left in Saint Denis.

“Pascal don’t know where ya are but he wanted ya to be comfortable,” Arthur remarked at seeing your pleasantly surprised face, “Charles was here a few days ‘fore we met up with him.”

You hummed and nodded, taking a step further into the cabin, the faint smile falling from your face when you realized the amount of stuff your uncle sent with Charles meant he thought you’d be away from home for longer than you anticipated.

“Y’okay?” Arthur slid up next to you and gently nudged your arm when he noticed your suddenly crestfallen face. You nodded and sucked on your lower lip in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, the gravity of your situation once again rushing over you like the waterfall at Brandywine. He sighed heavily and lifted a hand, almost as though he wanted to pat your shoulder, instead opting to remove his hat and set it on the nearby table before moving to the fireplace, moving several logs to the grate so he could start a fire.

“I’ll get this goin’,” he grunted and squatted, ripping matches along the surrounding stones. You sniffled, half upset he didn’t make an effort to calm you as he had done the previous morning. If he could tell you were disappointed, he didn’t let on, and instead kept his focus entirely on stoking the growing embers in front of him. As you had last night, you had the insatiable urge to swim in the crystal clear waters of the nearby pond. And without saying a word, or asking Arthur, you turned and left the cabin, skirt rustling as you stepped off the tiny porch and onto the dirt path leading down to the calm water.

Arthur watched your petite frame get smaller as you approached the shore. He knew he should have looked away when you began to undress, but he couldn’t help himself. Last night it would have been obvious if he watched you, but now you wouldn’t notice him glancing out the window. So Arthur quietly and stealthily watched as you unlaced and slipped off your boots before unbuttoning and shedding your blouse, and letting your skirt and bloomers slide into a crumpled pile of fabric at your feet. And once you lifted your chemise over your head, you were left completely nude. Arthur swallowed thickly, his eyes quickly roaming your body to soak in the sight of your bare skin. He wouldn’t let himself look for long, though. While he wanted to sit and unabashedly stare at you, to enjoy watching you float around the pond as you tried to forget your troubles, he knew he had to get at least a few things done in the cabin so it didn’t seem like he’d been looking at you the entire time.

Arthur didn’t speak when you returned to the cabin on account of being afraid his voice would betray the amount of time he spent watching you in the moonlit pond. He could not stop thinking about how the light reflected off of your damp skin as you floated on your back, eyes fixed on the starry sky.

And a few hours later, his mind was still racing with thoughts that made his cheeks red when you woke from a fitful slumber. Despite sleeping on a feather-filled mattress, covered with down-filled and cashmere blankets, an unshakable chill had settled into your bones. The glow coming from the main room of the cabin, called you to join Arthur by the fire.

“Arthur?” You whispered, taking a cautious step forward. He startled, sitting upright, eyes tearing away from the flame to land on your figure standing only feet away. He swallowed thickly, mouth going dry when he saw you, looking even more otherworldly in the dim light with your long blonde hair falling in waves, body covered only by a sheer chemise. You couldn’t help but smile at his pink cheeks and how he tried to ease his own awkward tension by running his hand through his shaggy blonde hair.

“S’wrong?”

He glanced up at you from his makeshift bed in front of the fireplace, trying to keep his eyes off of your barely covered body.

“I’m cold,” you smiled bashfully at telling the half-truth. The moment you’d shared the previous afternoon, coupled with the fact you’d given him plenty of opportunity to see you skinny dipping, provided enough courage for the first of many attempts you were prepared to make in order to seduce Arthur Morgan.

He sighed and ran his hands down his face, showing he knew exactly what you were getting at. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take you–he very much wanted to see your eyes half-lidded in pleasure because of him–it was that you would never fit into each other’s world. Mary had tried to get him to leave the cowboy life behind, tried to get him to walk the straight and narrow in proper society, but he couldn’t leave his gang. And if he couldn’t see himself in Mary’s well-to-do life, he definitely couldn’t see himself joining the Saint Denis elite. You, coming from a family of influential and wealthy aristocrats, would almost certainly struggle with a nomadic and criminal lifestyle. While you enjoyed your little expeditions in the city, it was nothing compared to the actively dangerous life Arthur led.

But thoughts of how the future would only be full of emotional agony for everyone involved rushed out of his mind when you continued approaching, bare feet not making a sound on the hardwood floor. Now he could clearly see the outline of your nipples, pointy from either the chill or arousal, he wasn’t sure. You smiled shyly, knowing a million thoughts were racing through Arthur’s head at the moment, the turmoil of his mind being given away by his slightly creased brow and frantically darting eyes. He exhaled slowly, eventually resigning to his perceived fate and held out his hand for you to take as you lowered yourself onto the bison fur topping the bedroll Arthur lay on. He avoided your gaze as you slid under the heavy wool blanket, but when you settled close, your arms curled between gently rising chests, he could only look at those big, innocent eyes.

“You’re warm,” you whispered, wriggling a little closer to absorb even more of the heat radiating off Arthur’s thick body. He tensed at the movement, his discomfort now undeniable; it was as though you were pressed against a tree stump.

You inhaled, ready to ask why he was like…this. Why, but more importantly, how, was he so uninterested in a sought-after beauty like yourself? But before you could get the words out, he cut you off, his gruff voice causing a rumble in his chest that sent shivers down your spine, “go to sleep, girl.”

The days passed slowly, but eventually you’d been at Moonstone for nearly a month. During that time, you tried to learn more about Arthur. Tried to get him to let you in even just a little. But none of your sweet words or soft touches loosened him up. He was an impenetrable force, a mystery you were desperate to solve before you had to return to the crowded streets of Saint Denis. And while you couldn’t get Arthur to show you as much as a crack in his stony exterior, he didn’t shy away from spending time with you. As he taught you the basics of how to cope with being so far from society, you found the time in the wilderness proved to be much more enjoyable than you originally expected. The air wasn’t thick with smoke or tinted with smells of the city. When the wind blew, it was sweet and invigorating, toying with the blonde curls that always fell out of your braid. The sight of you by the pond, writing or drawing or reading, always made Arthur’s stomach twist. It was so difficult to look at you, so perfect and pristine, and not think about being more than just your guardian. You thought about it too. You imagined being the subject of the scribbles he made in that worn leather journal he always carried. And you imagined those rough hands wandering your unmarked body. But soon your imagination was not enough. Thinking about being Arthur was not enough. The occasional brushes against arms were not enough. So one night you emerged from the bedroom, clad in only a chemise like the first night you spent in the cabin.

“Why won’t you?”

You demanded, arms crossed over your chest as you hovered in the doorway. Arthur startled at the sudden intrusion, snapping his journal closed and getting to his feet.

“Why won’t I what?” His voice had an unusually sharp tone to it, perhaps in a last ditch effort to scare you away. You raised an eyebrow, knowing Arthur knew exactly what you were asking. At the sight of your pleading stare, begging for an explanation as to why he wouldn’t have you, he resigned.

“Y/N/N,” he sighed and shook his head, “I can’t. We can’t,” he gestured between the two of you. You didn’t let his denial interrupt your pursuit of finally having him.

“Am I not attractive?”

Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes, “you know that ain’t the case. I–”

“Do you have someone?”

“No, I–”

“So what is the problem?”

In what could only be called lust-clouded judgment, Arthur took a big step forward and cupped his hands around your face to pull you in for a kiss to cut the conversation short, handling you a bit rougher than before. He had you backed up against the wall in no time, much like the night you first met, only now your lips were intensely connected, moving against each other in utter desperation. When he pulled back, hands still caressing your delicate jawline, his nose barely brushed against yours.

“You ever even been with anyone, girl?”

The question you dreaded most finally made its appearance and you did not want to tell the truth. Being a spoiled socialite in Saint Denis had its perks, but it also had its drawbacks. Alone time with your courtiers was few and far between, given how religious your aunt and uncle were. The most you’d been able to experience was a clumsy fingering in the study during a holiday party. Maybe if you’d been courted by more rebellious gentlemen, you would have had the opportunity to do more, to sneak out at night and meet a lover. But that never happened, and now you were pinned against a wall by a man twice your size and nearly twice your age, who could have had dozens of women as lovers and the bodily knowledge to match. You looked up at him and exhaled softly, eventually shaking your head, “no.”

Arthur sighed, his mouth twitching—in either irritation or amusement, you couldn’t tell–but continued brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones. You could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. And you knew he wasn’t a proper gentleman with manners like the others; he could easily have his way with you, permission or not.

“Y’sure you wanna do this?”

Your pulse racing beneath his palm made him fairly sure of the answer before he asked the question. Though he wasn’t a society gentleman, he had a certain level of respect for you, and knew certain choices were yours to make. Your stomach twisted with anxiety and anticipation, but you refused to let the uncertain override such unabashed desire. So you nodded, slender hands moving to the nape of his neck, causing his breathing to quicken with temptation.

“Yeah,” you whispered, nodding frantically as the heat between your legs grew. Arthur exhaled, a deep rumble emanating from his chest while he lifted you, encouraging your legs to wrap around his solid waist. With shaking fingers, you began working at the buttons on his shirt, only achieving success with two before he gently laid you onto the overly plush bed, feather blankets sighing around you. You swallowed thickly and looked up at him, his normally bright blue eyes now dark with lust.

“We’re gon’ go slow,” he drawled, pulling back to grasp the hem of your chemise and tugging it upwards so you knew to remove the last thing protecting your modesty. Before you had the white garment tossed on the floor, Arthur was kneeling at the edge of the bed, his battle-worn hands brushing up and down your calves.

“Open up, girl,” he whispered when he noticed the confused look on your face, “jus’ trust me.”

A nervous whine caught in your throat but you did as he asked and loosened your muscles so he could spread your legs wide, tugging you a little closer to the edge of the bed in the process. His lips pressed against your porcelain skin, eliciting a shiver each time his scruff brushed against areas no one else had seen before.

“Oh,” you gasped sharply when his mouth eventually reached your center, surprised by the sensation it caused.

“Relax,” his command was muffled by your thighs, “jus’ enjoy.”

You didn’t have time to ask what it was you were supposed to be enjoying. Arthur’s tongue started working your folds, his mouth generating pleasure from things you didn’t know could be pleasurable. The more he sucked on that sensitive little nub, the more desire burned through your body, fireworks igniting in your head when he slid in a finger. When he curled inside of you, he hit a spot you didn’t know was there. It sent a jolt of electricity up your spine and elicited a high-pitched whine, proving to be all the encouragement Arthur needed to keep going. He wasn’t afraid to use every skill he’d gained over the years–not that he had an entire arsenal–but he wanted your first time to be as pleasurable as possible, perhaps for your satisfaction as much as his. Arthur knew that, as the man who deflowered you, he would set the standard for your future partners. Everyone that ended up between your thighs would be compared to him, and he wanted to be sure no one else would come close. And given your early reactions to how he touched you, he was confident his mission would be accomplished. While he tasted you–drank you, almost–your fingers buried themselves in his thick hair, tugging every time he hit that interior sweet spot. Then a second finger slid in, the simple ingredient being the thing that finally sent you over the edge. Your back arched, head pushing into the fluffy blankets while you tried to ride the foreign, but pleasurable, feeling now coursing through your veins.

“Arthur,” the breathiness of your moans made Arthur smile against your center where you were beginning to spasm around his fingers. He kept working, lips and fingers moving in tandem to finally cause your body to seize, your walls quickly clenching, calf muscles tensing, thighs trembling, and hands grabbing at whatever was within reach.

“Dieu,” you moaned quietly while the euphoria ebbed, rendering your body nearly useless from being drunk on pleasure.

Drunk on him.

You sighed and closed your eyes, letting Arthur maintain control over your lower extremities. He gently removed himself from your center and withdrew from between your legs, rising to his full height and stepping out of his jeans to join you in total nudity. Arthur handled you carefully, almost like he expected you to unravel at any given moment, as he readjusted your position on the bed. He made sure, though, that he could see the look on your face when you were taken for the first time. This was as much of a memorable experience for him as it was for you. He captured you underneath his body, one arm propping himself up while the other disappeared between your bodies, hand stroking his already hard member.

“Ready?” Arthur’s lust-laden eyes locked on yours, his rough hand moving to gently spread your thigh to allow entrance. You looked at him wide-eyed but eager, heart racing wildly, breath catching in your throat, you could only nod.

“‘Ts gonna be tight,” he murmured, serving as a warning for you but a reminder for him. He didn’t want to be taken by surprise at how snug the interaction would be–he would not be the first to come. For all the warm-up and preparation, there was nothing he could do to ease the amount of tension you’d both feel when he finally entered.

Your half-lidded eyes looked at him innocently, again nodding in acknowledgment. His burly hand found its place on the curve of your hips and your hands met his forearm to keep yourself grounded. Arthur slowly pushed forward, using every ounce of self control he had to keep from unrelentingly plowing into you. Despite the tenderness of his actions, you felt like you were being split in two while he continued his entrance, fingernails digging into his muscles as a reaction. But the pain spreading across your pelvis wasn’t identifiable as unpleasant. It felt almost...good. The burning desire that had been tearing through your body while he was between your legs was nothing compared to this. Arthur couldn’t help but smirk at how your eyes widened with the growing friction, or how quiet whimpers escaped your agape mouth once he completely filled you. He paused then, watching as you tried to relax, body tense from being so wholly penetrated for the first time.

“Y’okay?”

His question was accompanied by calloused fingers brushing over your cheekbones, eventually tangling in your hair to guide your face closer to his. He kissed you softly, intimately, showing a delicateness you wouldn’t think he was capable of. When Arthur pulled back, his eyes studied your face, trying to memorize every micro expression that flew across those porcelain features.

“Y-yeah,” you choked, nodding while your cheeks flushed bright pink. You hadn’t expected to feel so full, to be rendered virtually immovable because your core was no longer empty.

“Jus’ nice and slow,” he partially withdrew before pushing in again, his gaze still fixed on you so he saw every reaction. You’d never known satisfaction like this, and that was reflected in the way you looked at him. The way your eyes shone like the stars outside, the way your soft lips parted to whimper in acknowledgement of the foreign sensation taking over your body, the way you responded to a single touch, each one causing your breath to hitch.

“Mon dieu,” you moaned, fingers digging into his arms while your back again arched in pleasure, “Arthur.” His stomach knotted when you repeated his name, your French accent making it sound more delicious than it actually was. A few slow pumps caused your slick to loosen more than his fingers allowed while still providing the tension that fueled the desire still flooding your veins. It was a drug you could not get enough of.

Your hands moved to the nape of his neck, drawing Arthur in for another kiss, your lips locking tenderly as he continued his gentle thrusts. When he pushed in a little harsher than before, you moaned again and wrapped your legs around his waist, a motion that just felt right, like it could get you even closer together.

The adjustment caused Arthur to lose some self control. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, attempting to disguise his moan as a kiss to your collarbone.

“Arthur,” you whined, nails raking down his back in impatience grown from the desperate need generated by your sudden addiction. The coil in your belly was tightening, and you wanted it to unravel as soon as it could so that rush of pleasure, that undeniable euphoria, could be experienced again. After another moan and several kisses up your neck, Arthur reached up to grip the headboard, pressure building in your core as the intensity and frequency of Arthur’s thrusts increased.

“Oui,” you moaned breathily, pushing your head back into the pillow while your back arched, bringing your bodies even closer together. When Arthur’s hand slid from your hair to where your centers met and began massaging that swollen nub, you lost any resolve maintaining your composure.

“Merde,” the curse was almost whispered to yourself. But Arthur wanted to hear your pleasure fill his ears and his thrusts once again increased in power, your body willingly accepting the additional force.

“Arthur,” your eyes clenched shut, brow furrowed, fingers digging into Arthur’s broad back while you bit down on your lower lip.

“No need to bite your tongue girl,” his whispered comment taking you back to the night you learned his name. With permission to be loud, you stopped silencing your vocals and with a guttural moan you let out a string of curses that would make even Arthur blush if he knew what you were saying. It felt like a bolt of lightning struck your body, its spark radiating from the spot where you and Arthur met in the most intimate way.

Arthur came just after you, his spend painting your walls white. He knew he shouldn’t have done it but he was just possessive enough that he couldn’t resist the urge to leave his mark, no matter how temporary it might be. Your chest heaved as you tried to gather the shattered pieces of your mind back together, eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment to provide some reprieve.

“You alright?”

Arthur’s gravelly voice broke through the blissful fog still hanging over your thoughts. You exhaled slowly but nodded, still unable to find your voice. Blankets being pulled over your exposed body finally made your eyes open. Arthur was still next to you, still unclothed, cheeks still pink with arousal.

“Can…” he cleared his throat, “can I touch ya?”You cocked your head to the side, a little smile making Arthur blush with embarrassment.

“You don’t need to ask for permission,” your hand rose from the plush of the mattress to take Arthur’s wrist and guide it to the curve of your waist, where his hand trembled with hesitancy before finally sliding lower to the spot where dimples decorated the bottom of your spine. A sweet silence fell over the room while your hands gently roamed each other’s body. His calloused hands could not get enough of your soft skin. Your small hands could not trace enough of the scars littering his chest and arms.

“Whadda looking at those for?” The rumble in his chest prompted you to glance up at him through thick eyelashes. You shrugged, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips, “just wondering their stories.”

Arthur’s exhaled breath skimmed over the top of your head, “none you’d be happy to hear, darlin.”