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jamilelucato · 2 years ago

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The Blackest of Greens [part two]

pairing: [y/n] Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen

summary: after days apart, the couple met in the middle of the night

a/n: okay so the reader here, unfortunately, takes a more consistent body form (?). I'm sorry for it but it had to happen.

a/n 2: again, this is not a properly smut fic, but this second part mentions sexual stuff way more than the first; so heads up?

PART ONE HERE

PS: part three? it will happen!

@sustisama

She was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the balcony, bathed only in moonlight. The silver hair, the mark of her lineage, framed her face as it swayed in the wind.

Every detail of the night sky pleased her, from the stars to the barely visible layer of cloud, but the beauty also held a secret: where was Aemond, who promised to see her on the third night in the little abandoned and forgotten castle of Dragonstone?

Soon she would have to return to the main castle, for someone would miss her. Jacaerys would be busy with Queen Rhaenyra’s affairs — the eldest son indeed was very attached to the crown’s engagements — but Lucerys could be roaming the halls. Some guard recently sworn to the right side of the line could notice that the newest Crown Princess was not resting in her room.

However, nothing could be done, not in the dead of night, while she was away from her mother’s castle and away from her husband. So [y/n] would just have to wait, as much as she hated it. She had to give Aemond a chance.

Still, no dragon in the sky.

She was past the worry stage; she was just furious. Where was the one promised to her at King’s Landing?

“[y/n]?” echoed the whisper inside the abandoned castle.

She shivered at the voice that always whispered her name between hugs in a warm bed. Of course, the scenario was a little different, but the internal heat caused was the same.

“Up here, Aemond,” she replied, allowing herself to speak louder, knowing they wouldn’t be heard.

From where she was sitting, [y/n] could see the official castle perfectly, and for now, they were free of any conflict, as it seemed that the inhabitants were already falling into their nightly routines.

“Why did you take so long?” she asked as soon as he reached the balcony.

The unexpected wind that hit them before Aemond could respond didn’t scare the young man, but it did send the girl princess goosebumps.

Aemond was quick to offer her his coat; after half a second, when she considered denying it out of politeness, she accepted it. The princess wore a long-sleeved dress, and her legs were well covered, but her cleavage was more daring than appropriate for an open, high space like the one the couple found themselves in.

“I apologize if I took so long, [y/n]. I couldn’t come flying, so… I had to come by boat.”

She was no longer sitting on the railing, so she leaned her hands over the edge and looked down where the sea broke in freezing waves.

"I don’t see ships down there."

Aemond grinned mischievously. “Boat, princess. I came paddling.”

“You came… came… paddling?” she repeated, in disbelief, “From King’s Landing to here?”

“Well, no. My sister brought me with a boat on the back of Dreamfyre close by, and then I came rowing, yes,” he explained to her, carrying a particular pride. “I couldn’t come with Vhagar; We would be recognized for miles.”

“Your sister brought you willingly? Is she an ally of my mother?” asked the princess, surprised to find solidarity in an inhospitable place.

“Helaena is no one’s ally but her children and her embroidery. She thinks she did our precious love story a favour.”

Aemond didn’t look at her, not even after telling her of his sister’s hopes. [y/n], on the other hand, couldn’t take her eyes off her husband, impressed by his ability to appear unfazed. Was it a talent earned to survive Alicent’s authority, or was it just in Aemond’s nature to be categorical?

“Oh, what a precious love story indeed…“ she grumbled, looking up at the sky too.

The one-eyed prince took advantage of the fact that he wasn’t being watched to look at his wife, and he suddenly glimpsed their first night together as a couple.

The wedding night had been strange, to say the least, for Aemond. They were married inside the castle, with all the rituals and the presence of the entire Targaryen family and the younger Velaryon girls. Afterwards, all together, they celebrated a beautiful feast. The union of uncle and niece was nothing compared to the marriage of Rhaenyra and Laenor, and this was highlighted by the king himself, who, in those last hours of his life, smiled at his granddaughter.

“I’m glad to see you smile,” said the old man, although he didn’t know that [y/n] smiled for her brothers and mother, not for the wedding. “I know you will make Aemond happy too. He…” the king coughed, “my boy is not joyful. Even before… the eye, he was already like that. Frowning, angry. Distrustful of the world.”

“Do you suppose I will be able to cure it?” she asked.

Viserys exhaled air. “Perhaps not. But you can help him remember, remember that he has more to live than doing so with a grudge. Like Aemma did to me.”

Before the granddaughter could protest, saying something about being unable to bring light to the darkness, the king already had other daydreams.

“Rhaenyra’s wedding—the one I was invited to, at least—gave me a lot of headaches. And I wasn’t pleased. But I am tonight,” he said, louder this time for the entire table to hear.

Daemon pretended he didn’t hear the part about wedding invitations.

“My family united as one, now more than ever. Seeing you happy and celebrating as my children, grandchildren and relatives and not like the heirs, princes and princesses that you are makes me happy and warm. Thank you for giving me this simple ceremony, Aemond, [y/n]. And, of course, to their mothers who had an afternoon to organize everything. A toast!”

The night of celebration didn’t go on long after the toast. The king had to leave, and the others no longer had as much affinity as they would have liked to continue there in happiness.

[y/n] searched for Aemond in the rising faces of the family. Her mother squeezed [y/n]’s hand one last time and left; her stepfather barely spared her a glance. Jace was the last one with her, just half a minute longer than her mother, but it made a difference for the princess.

[y/n] had been Jacaerys’ betrothed once. She wondered what her life would have been if the mother hadn’t cared that her son was still a minor and had married them off as soon as the promise was made. She would have avoided marrying Aemond, that was certain, but would she have been happy?

She loved her brother but wasn’t sure she loved him the way he wanted.

Not that it meant she loved her uncle. She barely knew him. What little she knew, she wasn’t delighted.

Aemond sipped the last of his wine slowly, one hand on the glass and the other on the wooden chair he’d once sat in. He stared at the family members leaving, one by one, until not even Otto Hightower was there. She noticed that her groom was making a face, but she couldn’t decide if it was good or bad.

Bad for her, she concluded. The seconds passed slower than the hours.

And then his gaze stopped tracking the door and found her anxious one. She felt her heart skip a beat.

Nobody said anything, but [y/] hated quietness. “I suppose we should go.”

Aemond left his glass on the table. “Go to where?”

She gulped.

“To your chambers, my prince.”

“When you arrived, you called me uncle. Is it over?” his question unnerved her. She wasn't expecting this.

“I suppose, us being husband and wife now, the addressed pronoun has stopped being appropriate,” she replied, thinking about it. She had called him uncle on that occasion because her mother insisted on forcing a friendship between the sides of the family, and the way to start was with the names.

But now he… Well, he was still her uncle, blood of her blood and all.

“Are you religious, [y/n]?”

She wasn’t and told him so. However, the conversation felt wrong. What did he want with all that? Wasn’t it easier to take her right away, mark her as his wife and make them more than official?

She wasn’t edgy, not indeed. She knew about sex and everything that went with it. She was still a virgin, but she wasn’t stupid, and she’d already been kissed —Jace had been her first, but other Dragonstone boys, servants and sons, had already touched her, one way or another.

There were also her maids, creative in their stories, even the sexual ones. She was told it would and could forever hurt, for arranged marriages were usually composed of husbands who only wanted to do their duty and did not want to love their wives.

Of course, at the time, she thought she would marry her brother, and there was no doubt that she would be valued and treasured.

With Aemond, however, everything was still being determined. She imagined he wouldn’t love her nor be patient—not that night, not the next. But as he surveyed her about casualties — “why aren’t you religious, niece?”, “do you support your mother’s current marriage?”, “How did you feel during the ceremony?” and so many others—she began to hope that perhaps he would respect her.

It was so silly of her to think that! He was the uncle who hated her brothers, especially Lucerys, because of the eye and who probably despised her just as much for being a bastard heiress. So [y/n] was Targaryen, but not Velaryon. The silver hair left no room for bickering, but other attributes about her gave away the secret.

She was fed up, in the sense that no Targaryen ever had been. Her mother, perhaps, came close to her after so many births, as her body did not always fully recover, but even so… [y/n] had the form of Harwin Strong in her, and a fool was the one who denied it.

She just didn’t understand why Aemond could hate her for it. She was a bastard, but she was as Targaryen as Aegon and Aemond put together.

She took advantage of him showering her with questions to reverse roles. “Why do you insist on highlighting the possibility that my brothers and I are bastards? Do you hate us for this potential?”

The mood that had just been calm and pleasant suddenly froze.

She had used the word “possibility” because soon as she was a child, she had learned never to assume her true paternity. But Aemond had understood her perfectly, so that shouldn’t be why he was silent.

Internally nibbling his cheeks, Aemond replied. “I don’t hate you,’ he said, almost inaudibly. “Perhaps I hate Lucerys for what he did to me, not for the blood.”

“He was a child,” [y/n] interrupted, trying to defend her brother, though he ignored her and went on.

“I think I will come to hate Jacaerys if he continues to regard you as a banquet stolen from him. But that only time will tell,” he said, speaking quietly as if he were telling her how many socks he has in his drawer.

“Although I hate have been forced to marry, you are mine now. Neither the gods nor your brother will take you from me,” he continued. “You are my wife, so no, I don’t loathe you. How could I?”

She didn’t know what to say after hearing his declaration. Of course, he’d avoided the main question, but he’d done it magnificently. She was bewitched.

She didn’t know she could feel this way, not with him.

She got to her feet, just as he still was, and faced him. “I am your wife. But I still need to know if it hurts you that I might not be legitimate.”

He looked at her equally. “No. I do not care,” he said as he walked closer to her. “Your first blood is Targaryen,” then he ran his fingers through the length of her hair. “Your hair is as silver as mine. That’s all I need.”

She tilted her head slightly, seeming to be confused. Everything he needs for what?

“It shall assure that my heirs will be as royal as they could be.”

[y/n] gulped once more. He was saying those things with such confidence she had to wonder if perhaps that was once before the wedding vows that he imagined marrying her. But that couldn’t be, right?

Aemond, for the first time, smiled at her. It was a smile more sly than benevolent, but it was the first she saw, and that was enough.

“I believe that we can leave the room with that said.”

She looked down at hand he held out to her. Then, biting her bottom lip, [y/n] let him lead her out of there and toward his chambers.

They walked side by side and arm in arm, adjoining elbows, through the corridors until they reached the main wing and then the floor of the King’s sons.

Rhaenyra was using the same room she had grown up in during her visit, with the difference that she now shared it with her spouse. Aemond was about to do the same.

Before the young prince could be drunk with the memories of their first time actually together as one, [y/n]’s voice called out to him.

“Aemond,” she sounded sweet, “how did your brother take it?”

He didn’t answer, because it felt like betraying his family.

But the thing was that [y/n] was his family now.

“He didn’t want it,” sighed the younger brother of King Aegon II, “but when he saw how proud Mama was... I think he’ll find some joy in being a King.”

After the couple’s fight over [y/n]’s participation in the coronation, it was agreed that the princess would leave on her dragon but that her husband would attend, playing the role of faithful brother.

They were playing a dangerous game, but the game of thrones has no other way of being, [y/n] thought.

The one-eyed prince, however, was playing an even worse game. In his mind, he wasn’t in favour of Rhaenyra Targaryen’s coronation, nor was he in favour of seeing his crazy, boozy brother with the crown.

He believed the throne was his and if he had to play the game of thrones alone, then so be it. He’d help Rhaenyra get accepted, but he’d kill the cunt as soon as possible. And finally, he would kill his wife.

Staring at her, Aemond wondered if she knew. If she even suspected.

It didn’t seem the case; he saw in her only the facade of a woman but the soul of a girl. It was the same one he’d seen when he’d first slept with her. Her body, her shape… [y/n] had a lot to distribute. But she was as naive as his sister.

“It will be dark times,” she said, nibbling her lip.

He didn’t have time to agree as she continued to speak. “We will have to be smart. It was wise of you to point out your dragon; I’d forgotten Vhagar’s size. But, we need a better, more effective method of communication.”

“Pigeons?” suggested Aemond, but even he didn’t seem sure.

“No… I don’t think it would work; we could be tracked,” she replied. “I suppose we’ll have to take the hardship on our own. We will have meetings, but sporadically. Then you will tell me everything, and I will give you advice on sabotaging your mother and preventing things from my side.”

“And I stand there like a court jester, drooling over my brother’s egg?” Aemond grunted, staring into the darkness of the night. “No… You… You’ll have to come with me.’

“What?”

“You’ll have to come with me, [y/n]. Officially as my hostage, but I’ll leave you in my room in peace,” he explained, but ended the phrase smirking, making it clear that “at peace” included some not-so-peaceful things.

“Aemond, it doesn’t seem ideal to me.”

“Oh, why?”

“A kidnapping of the Crown Princess? That would be reason enough for my mother to declare war,” elaborated the girl. “Even though we are married, my brothers are not fools. They will know that I did not agree.”

“But you think we should let Aegon be the first to miss.”

“Yes,” she agreed with Aemond. “But my kidnapping shouldn’t be the first mistake. It is futile and ineffective.”

“You only say that because you will be the victim. You know it’s not ineffective, not in the long run,” Aemond disagreed patiently. “This tactic would give a white flag to retaliation from your mother, which for her victory must be done soon.”

“For now, I’ll advise Mom to look for allies,” she sighed. “It’s impersonal and it works.”

“For now?” he echoed her words. “So you haven’t ruled out kidnapping?”

“Whether I like it or not, I can be more useful inside the green nest than here,” she admitted. “That’s when we’ll see each other again, by the way.”

“I just have to wait for a mistake. Of the blacks?” he wanted to be inside the architecture of his wife’s brain and to know how she considered and discarded so many possibilities per second.

“From either side.”

Nodding, Aemond backed away from his wife and the balcony's edge. He had no idea how long he’d been there, but the prospect of rowing home was exhausting.

On some distant island, his sister was waiting for him, luckily. But still, it was a lot of seas to navigate.

“Are you leaving now?” she asked before he turned away from her.

“Yes,” he replied, swallowing hard. But, then, the wind became present again, leaving its wake in a frightening noise that echoed through the castle’s ruins.

She started to take off her coat. “Your fur,” she said, drawing his attention to the lap of her chest, now bare and completely ruffled.

He took a long, quick step toward her.

“Stay with it,” he pleaded. “Everything that’s mine is yours, at least by law,” he added playfully.

“But I’ll be in my warm room soon enough,” she protested, still holding out his coat towards him. Then, with just a turn of face, she fronted the night and the sea. “You still have a long way to go.”

He came even closer as he agreed to take the coat back. Their hands barely touched, but it was enough for a jolt of electricity to ripple through them both, and she returned her gaze to his face.

Having already seen him without the eyepatch, [y/n] was no longer afraid of what he might hide there. In fact, she would have enjoyed looking at him that way one last time, to remember him for the days to come until they could meet again.

“No, I…” she asked him, but Aemond was disagreeing. “You better remember me like this.”

She smiled without showing her teeth in that innocent, pure way that Aemond had only found in her. “I like your single eye. And I like the blue stone.”

Tightening his lips, Aemond gripped his fur tightly with one hand and with the other, he pulled back the eye patch.

They spent a full minute just staring. The wind waved [y/n]’s hair, which was only half up. Aemond’s hair, curiously, was also tied in the same way, but it didn’t have her lightness, so it didn’t sway as intensely.

It was the first time they really saw each other.

Aemond thought that when he had taken her virginity and seen her lying in his bed, a frail lady, he had then come to know her fully. But it was his mistake. He was just getting to know her.

She, too, had been mistaken. The husband’s moments of pleasure were very close to the scene that was unfolding — when he cummed, he actually became more natural, relaxed and undoubtedly alluring. However, facing him in the dead of night, accompanied only by the wind, was when she finally began to realize who she had married.

But truth be told, she wouldn’t figure it all out until a few days later.

He closed the space between them, to their surprise and kissed her desperately. Then, like a hungry man, Aemond drank from her lips and savoured her taste.

Maybe he didn’t love the wife given to him by his father, but he was grateful that she was such a…whole woman, at least for everything he felt he needed in a partner.

He wanted more. He wanted to lean her against a wall and make her shiver until she begged him to leave her on the floor. He wanted and would have delighted in fulfilling such a fantasy, but he knew he shouldn’t.

There wasn’t time.

With her, he wanted to take all the time in the world. Deflowering her was an entire dawn’s task, which he only stopped with the sunrise because he wanted to leave her alone, although the princess had assured him that she could persist. And she lasted, from the next sunset until the next sunrise, and they would have fucked each other much more, had time allowed.

But time was something the couple would always lack.

They didn’t have time to get to know each other, they didn’t have time for courtship. They didn’t even have a full honeymoon.

Besides, Aemond feared making her pregnant, for now, more than ever, was not the time.

When he pulled away, [y/n] felt weak. He was still holding her, one hand on her waist and the other gripping her elbow, but she felt wobbly.

She tried to recover before he noticed it.

The hand he pressed to her waist also shielded her, for between his firm grip was the fur coat, and when he finally released her, she too felt the cold.

“I have to go,” he said, noticing her frown.

“Yes, I’ve presumed so,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

She hated this power his touch had over her. She hated being the deer for the kill. She was a dragon, had dragon blood, and was the dragon’s rightful heir. But next to Aemond, she was just water, and she vaporized whenever his fire hit her.

Composing herself, she hugged her chest and watched him walk away.

Aemond hadn’t noticed the effect he had on [y/n]. Of course, he was a man who knew his manly influence, and to some extent, he could feel her desire for him. However, he was utterly blind to her frailty. He could only see and feel a dragon when he kissed and touched her. He felt like he was touching fire. She didn’t hurt him — he was a Targaryen — but her fire marked him, and he judged that perhaps, just perhaps, he was more hers than she was his.

He walked away, hugged by his coat, and as he began to row, he was more confident than before: he would have to kill her.

#aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #house of the dragon fics #hotd #house of the dragon #targaryen reader

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froggy-frogz · 3 years ago

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Could u write some poly headcanons for Silco x reader x sevika ? I hope covid isn’t making u feeling too bad, get well soon!

Ps - When I had covid I boiled ginger and honey to make tea for my throat, if u can’t breathe through ur nose and u really can’t sleep stick up some garlic in ur nose. Worked amazing for me! <3

A/N: Thank you so much for the tips!! I did try the ginger and honey thing and it helped a bit so thank you! Also, I love Sevika and Silco so much but I'm always scared to write for them because I don't want to fuck their characters up gsjkdfhgj- anyways enjoy anon! I also really enjoyed writing these so if anyone wants to request a part 2 or an nsfw part I would not object lol

Sevika x GN!Reader x Silco

First of all, seeing how you're dating both of them makes you one of the most protected and feared people in all of Zaun. No one dares to lay a hand on you. Some people are even too scared to look at you. Even the tiniest minor offense against you could wind up being the last thing that said person would ever do.

Second, you'd be so fucking badass dating both of them. One, the being the King of Zaun, and the second is his right-hand woman, who has the power to make people shit themselves by just looking at them.

However, this all does mean that you are dating two of the most possessive, powerful people in all of Zaun, so it can get stressful.

Both Silco and Sevika have this natural understanding when they're dating you. They both get their time with you, and there won't be any issues.

This may prove to change down the line, but not in any negative ways. You'll see ;)

When you're with Sevika, she is handsy. She can and will have some sort of hold onto you. Whether that is you sitting on her lap in public, as more of a show that you're hers than not, or holding your hand when it's just you too.

When you're with Silco, he's very clingy, but not really in the way Sevika is. He still wants you there, but even your presence in the same room is calming enough. Though he will absolutely not mind if you want to sit in his lap as he works. As long as you don't become a distraction, though knowing some of yall reading this, that's exactly what you want.

We all know Sevika gets into fights. She is big, rough, and destructive so it's almost part of her nature. Though when she starts dating you, she thinks about starting shit before actually doing it.

One reason is that after a fight she came to you to help patch her up, and while you were happy to, you were afraid, more or less of losing her one day because of her fighting. It's Zaun for crying out loud, loss is literally everywhere in people's lives.

Sevika with you is very gentle, not because she thinks you're going to break, but she's not used to having someone loving her so freely and loving her so much if you know what I mean. She loves you back more than she'd ever been able to tell you, but that just means she'd do anything to keep you safe.

Back to Silco, when Jinx is not around, he entrusts you to do his eye shot. It's a very close, personal thing so when he first had you do it, you really were shocked. He really loves you that much.

Also talking about Jinx, you slowly become another parent to her. It takes time, like anything, but when she starts treating you like her parent, it's a shock. Again, not a bad one, if anything makes Silco proud to see the two most important people in his life get along.

As I stated above, after some time, Silco and Sevika might start to get along more than just boss and grunt, though it'd take forever for the two of them to address, if ever address, they might just end up developing feelings for each other. Yeah, good luck with that one.

Anyway, back to you.

Sevika will absolutely train you, and there's not really any way to get out of it either. There's a lot of shitty people in Zaun, and that means a lot of shitty people who would love to get their hands on you to use as blackmail. She can be harsh, but she also rewards you. She might not be the most affectionate person, but after a good training session, you might get a couple of kisses as a reward.

Oof I haven't even covered sleeping arrangements.

Neither Sevika nor Silco sleeps much. It's honestly awful.

You help change that though.

Sevika sleeps a bit more than Silco, so you can find her dragging herself into bed with you. Hell, if you want to curl up next to her or lay on her like she's a body pillow, she won't bitch.

Sleeping/being in bed is one of the few times you get to see affection from her. You two are alone, and in a safe, secure spot where she can trust herself to fall asleep.

If we're talking little/big spoon dynamics, she's probably going to be this big spoon. She's huge. Like unless there's some way you're bigger than her- well. She'd still want to be the big spoon though. She finds it extremely comforting to fall asleep holding you.

On the rare occasions he does go to bed at a decent time, Silco will sleep in your room. If it was up to him, you'd be sleeping in his room but seeing how you're also dating someone else who also wishes to have their own time with you, it just didn't work out.

If Sevika's already with you, and you two are both asleep, he's already dead tired and doesn't really care and will literally drag himself to curl up on the free spot next to you.

If you're even a little bit awake you get to witness yourself in the sandwich that Silco/Sevika has created because sadly, you might wake up to only one or even no one as they both are really busy.

#arcane #arcane imagines #arcane headcanon #arcane x reader #sevika #silco imagine #silco x reader #sevika x reader #x reader #x gn reader #silco

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byuntrash101 · 3 years ago

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Priceless

Pairing: HardDom!Baëkhyun x You; HardDom!Baekhyun x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, ØBSSĖSĪØN!AU, SuperPowers!AU, some angst, action, smuttttt 🖤

Tags: some plot (cause it's what makes it fun~), cuckolding, cheating, threesome, dirty talk, oral (m), huge thick cock, mind break (yessss), deepthroat, anal, double penetration, breath play, choking, hair pulling, degradation , orgasm denial, edging, tears, overstimulation, ahegao ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), cum play and more~

Raiting: +18 (pure f.i.l.t.h.🤪)

Word count: 9.3k

Summary: “I know your sense of honour forbids you to withdraw your parole. I know you will quietly sit in the corner and clench your fists while I fuck your girlfriend senseless.”

A/N: hiii babies 💖💖. Did you read the tags?? It's going to be a hell of a ride just lemme tell ya. Threesome with 2 Beakhyuns yes please 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🤪🤪. This one shot is Inspired by a triple threat which I recommend you read too. -Cat😽

Ps: please over look any mistake I literally woke at 5am just to read throught this and my dyslexic brain was not having it.

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Gif credit @thirstyforbaek

PRICELESS

You fidget with the hem of your skirt as you walk to the secret rendezvous place. Baekhyun must have sensed your nervousness because he lightly squeezes your hand that lays in his. It pulls you from your deep thinking and you look up at him.

"Baby it's gonna be alright, ok?" he says reassuringly, smiling softly at you. You absentmindedly hum as a response and Baekhyun knows you're still anxious. He stops walking for a second and turns to cup your cheeks in his long slender fingers "Baby, don't worry too much ok. I know you're nervous but you have nothing to fear."

You bring your hands on top of his and nod, trying to smile convincingly this time. Baekhyun let's go of your face and walks ahead of you.

Even though the night is pitch black you have no trouble following him in the tangled up ivy and tree branches of the edge of the woods. The light halo he produces around him makes him easy to find and also gives a reassuring and comforting atmosphere to even the scariest nights. Nights like this one.

His fighting gear rattles up as you both squeeze through clogged up trees before finally reaching the forest glade. The perfect place for a duel.

It was summer but the warm air and the pleasant smell of the blooming flowers did nothing to calm down your nervous thumping heart.

Baekhyun looked around the space. The rays of the moon seeping through the branches bounced off his white hair and sharp features. If it wasn't for the stress swimming in the pit your guts you would actually appreciate this summer night alone in this secret hideout with your boyfriend.

"Where is he?" Baekhyun asked impatiently, tapping his black combat boots. "Maybe he chickened out..." He scoffed. "I mean it was a stupid idea to bring me here to challenge me to a duel. I'm a way better fighter than him with my katana" he ran his fingers on the handle of his weapon, a sly smirk pulling at his lips. "Plus demanding to not tell the rest of the EXO's... It must be because he's scared of losing. Man, how I would have loved to kick his ass in front of Suho and Chanyeol" he laughed out loud.

"Then why did he request me here if he's scared of losing?" you asked, pointing out the flaw in Baekhyun's reasoning. He shrugged.

"I don't know... maybe he has just a slight bit of hope he will win, making me look weak in front of my too-hot-for-him-girlfriend" he wiggled his eyebrow at you and you just rolled your eyes.

Baekhyun has always had the tendency of being just a little bit too cocky, just a little over confident sometimes. That was precisely what was making you nervous. You knew he was a righteous man. That was going to duel loyally. But you also knew he could let his guard down if he thought the fight was won and... the opponent was the farthest from righteousness. You only suspected him to take this secret duel as an excuse to ambush Baekhyun.

You bit your lips nervously as Baekhyun was bragging about his katana skills in the back. You weren't paying attention to him as you heard the sword fight stories a thousand times before but you definitely noticed when Baekhyun's light halo slightly flickered.

Baekhyun stopped his rambling and immediately took a firm stand on the ground. Ready to pull his katana if need be.

Suddenly the rays of the moons became dimmer. And you felt that for a split second that all the joy of the world had vanished, like you were sucked in a spiraling abyss of despair and loneliness.

There was no doubt about it... Baëkhyun was here.

From the same way you and your boyfriend came in, Baëkhyun squeezed himself through.

Both of you held your breaths as Baëkhyun brushed over his black leather blazer and pants. His saddard was attached by a simple rope to his back. He stretched out his legs and arms before turning his head to you. Without a word to your boyfriend he walked in your direction. He took your hand in his long slender fingers, his cold hand sent shivers down your spine. He held your hand to his lips laying a soft kiss on it. He then looked up to you and smiled, uncovering his pointy white teeth.

"Hi princess" he said nonchalantly looking down at you.

Your heart was beating against your ribs threatening to break free at any second. Everytime you looked at him you were reminded of how much he physically resembled Baekhyun but also of how far away from him he was.

He had another vibe to him, a very different one. He somehow felt more mature. Around him you felt threatened even though he never did anything directly against you. But you couldn't help it, Baëkhyun just felt dangerous. For the simple reason that he actually was.

The rays of the moons made the chain sitting on his face twinkle in the night. The feather hanging alongside his long slender neck lightly dances in the warm summer breeze. His half smirk doesn't miss to take your breath away as his ice blue eyes stare right through you.

You stay frozen solid, persuaded he could hear the distraught cries of help your heart was making. But Baekhyun quickly came to your rescue. He stood strong between you and the evil twin. He harshly pushed him on the chest making him step back.

"Back off Baëkhyun" your boyfriend sternly said, eyebrows deeply furrowed. You clutched your boyfriend's arm, shielding yourself from Baëkhyun's deadly gaze.

Baëkhyun chuckled coldly, his once flirty eyes clouding with hatred as they turned to his twin.

"Baekhyun..." he spits at him, vaguely nodding as a greeting gesture. Your boyfriend stays completely still, eyeing down his doppelganger.

"Let's get down to business before the EXO's realize y/n and I are gone" Baekhyun's fingers impatiently tap on the katana's scabbard attached to his belt. Baëkhyun shoved his hands in his pockets, unimpressed.

"Aren't you the impatient type?" he hissed, his voice inflated with detestation. He sighed before continuing. "Sure, let's fight but first don't you think we should make things more interesting?" Baekhyun scoffed.

"How?" he said, on his guard. Even if Baëkhyun was not directly facing you, you noticed how his cheek slightly lifted when your boyfriend asked. And that grin had bad news written all over it…

"Well I don't know..." he fainted to think harder "What about bets?" he asked, the smirk turned self-sufficient.

"No thanks! What could you possibly have that I would want?" Baekhyun said while he circled his arm around your waist, bringing you close to him. Baëkhyun's smirk immediately vanished, which made your boyfriend puff his chest in triumph.

"Aren't you curious to know?" Baëkhyun asked, defiantly lifting his chin up and stepping closer to you. Your boyfriend tensed up by your side. It piques his interest but he stays silent. Baëkhyun then pulls out a shiny red metal key. "You know what this is?" he asks, playing with the small key in between his fingers.

Baekhyun shakes his head.

"It's the key to the facility were all of us were created"

Tension suddenly clogs up the air, turning the warm summer night into hot humid heat.

When he says "us" you instantly understand it means him and the rest of the clones. Meaning that if Baekhyun wins the fight they will be able to finally understand the technology behind them and hopefully destroy them for good. Baëkhyun chuckled coldly, putting back the key in his pocket.

"Judging by the face you're making I get that you understand the implications." He paused to throw a defiant look at your boyfriend. "I'm putting my life on the line" he says, every trace of humour disappearing from his face.

"Okay then let's do this!" Baekhyun says, determined now that he knows this fight has the possible annihilation of the Red Force at stake. His hand firmly grips on his katana and you swiftly step back as you don't want to stand in the way of the sharp blade.

"Not so fast... What's in it for me?" Baëkhyun asks an evil glint dancing in his blue eyes. Baekhyun sighs, exasperated. "How about...The thing you cherish the most in this lowly world?" he says, pointy teeth glistening in the sparse light of the moon.

Your eyes immediately travel to Baekhyun's katana, where you notice his grip has tightened. This weapon was handed to him by Lay the night before they ambushed him along with Tao and Luhan, killing, no, slaughtering them with no mercy whatsoever. Baekhyun along with Sehun, the youngest, were the two most affected ones. But Baekhyun felt responsible somehow, deep down he was convinced that if Lay had his katana he would have survived and saved the other two. When in reality the attack was so cunning and brutal that no one would have been able to ripost... Not even a thousand of the sharpest blades could have helped them.

"Deal" Baekhyun whispered, eyes ignited by the inferno of vengeance, his clenched fist trembling on the handle, knuckles turned white. Baëkhyun on the other hand already felt victorious, his lips stretching in a snide smirk.

"Alright then" he chuckled under his breath.

In a swift and continuous movement Baëkhyun extended his arm out to his back he took out the katana producing the deafening sound of the sharp metal sliding across the saddard followed by the sound of the blade wiping through the air.

He took his combat stance. Feet apart, left foot forward and knees slightly bent. His right hand held the weapon above his head while his left one was pointed at his target: your beloved boyfriend.

"Please stand further behind. I don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Baekhyun said as he laid a quick peck on your lips, making his doppelganger scoff. You made sure to stand out of reach.

Baekhyun also drew his sword pulling at the handle on his belt. His pose was less theatrical but allowed him to block more easily. Both of his feet firmly planted in the ground while both of his hands are gripping tightly on the handle.

"So, no powers, right? Only blades?" Your boyfriend says, reminding Baëkhyun of the terms of the duel.

"Exactly! Only the blades"

You couldn't help but to sigh in relief. It's true that every evil clone copied their original's power. For instance, Chen and Chën could both wield lightning. But that wasn't the case with the two white-haired men.

Baekhyun's power is light. He can produce a light source even in the darkest of night. But more than that the true essence of his power is actually hope. Baekhyun's mere presence can lift up spirits, when he walks in the room, the atmosphere will turn warm. If you look deep in his brown orbs you will instantly be reminded of the most precious, sweetest memories you carry with you. With that his power feeds the others. Through his light, Chanyeol's fire burns hotter, DO can shake the earth to its core with a stomp and Chen can tear up the whole sky in a thousand lightning bolts.

But Baëkhyun... his power is darkness. If you stand near him you can almost swear you feel a cold shivering breeze creep up on your skin. If you get lost in his eyes you can feel the whole crushing weight of the world laying on your shoulders. He will bring out the worst out of anybody, even Baekhyun sometimes can't resist the deafening call of the clone's obscure side.

Both of them just eye each other, for a second neither of them even dare to breathe. But Baekhyun is the first one to strike. He charges his opponent letting out a battle cry. You can't help but to tightly hold onto your chest. Baekhyun's scream makes your guts slush around in anxiety. Silently, you make a prayer to the sacred Tree of Life to let your beloved boyfriend get out of this unharmed.

Baëkhyun easily blocks him and pushes him back, raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

"Gotta have to do better than this Baekkie" he says teasingly. Baekhyun stays silent, keeping his focus on the fight.

Then Baëkhyun suddenly ducks, extending his right leg in a sweeping low kick to destabilize your boyfriend. For an instant he loses his balance on his support foot. He staggers and for a split second he is forced to let his guard down. The evil twin ceases the opportunity to attack, his right hand swinging the katana to Baekhyun's ribs, sending a strident whipping sound in the empty night. Baekhyun in a swift movement dodges the blow by bending his knee and ducking by falling backwards, his available hand catches him by falling flat on the ground, body staying still in stiff plank. He then quickly flips himself back on his feet with his single hand.

You gasp loudly, scared but you sigh in relief at Baekhyun's wonderful recovery. After all, he was one of the most skilled swordsmen of the group, no, of the land. And for a second almost all your worries vanish as you convince yourself that there's no way in hell Baekhyun can lose this fight.

"Slippery like an eel, aren't you?" Baëkhyun huffs, sweeping his white hair back, sweat dripping on his neck alongside the white feathers. Stroking your boyfriend's ego, he smiles.

"You know if y-" He doesn't have time to reply that, already, Baëkhyun attacks again, probably not wanting to hear Baekhyun's lecture.

He brings up his foot and violently kicks your boyfriend in the chest, making him step back before he repeatedly strikes the katana at him. Thankfully Baekhyun thinks quickly and he's able to dodge the first blow then block the three that succeed.

Panting, both of them back away from each other. Once again gauging each other, taking their original stance back, stepping around each other.

You are on edge, torn between the urge to look away and the need to witness the fight with your own eyes. You don't even notice how your own breath is hectic and irregular until you let out a shaky sigh.

Without warning Baekhyun kicks his evil clone in the chest, making him lose balance and backing up. He holds his chest as his breathing is stopped by the violent blow in the midriff. In a fraction of second you see the glint into your boyfriend's eyes. The very familiar grin pulls on his lips for a brief instant and you instantly relax. You know him so well. You know he has won.

With incredible agility he slides on the dusty ground right behind Baëkhyun and kicks him in the back of the knee. Automatically the clone bends down and has no choice but to throw his katana to the side to be able to absorb the fall and find himself on his knees. Baekhyun then brings his blade to the enemy's nape.

It's done.

Baëkhyun has lost. He looks at the ground, defeated. The sharp blade resting dangerously on the thin skin of his neck, reflecting the moonlight. Baekhyun on the other hand has puffed his chest, both feet firmly planted on the ground.

You are proud of course but most of all you are relieved. You feel the tension leaving your shoulders as you sigh, finally at ease.

"See... I told you you couldn't be victorious..." Baekhyun said, a coldness in the voice. "You are only a copy of me... nothing more" he spits. That voice, he never used on you or even the others. Actually if you weren't here to see with your own eyes that it was your boyfriend talking... you could have sworn it was Baëkhyun. And you knew it was his malovant doing, drawing the worst out of people, even people like Baekhyun were affected by his shadow.

But even if the clone's face was hidden in the shade you could still see the tiniest glint of his pointy tooth as he pulled his lips in a twisted smirk. Your heart jumped in your chest once you realized.

"Baekhyun watch out" you shouted but it was too late.

Baëkhyun pulled on your boyfriend's foot making him tip over. The back of his head violently slamming on the floor in a loud thud. Baëkhyun then flipped himself and placed his knee on your boyfriend's chest, maintaining him in place by pressing with his whole body weight right on the throat. Baekhyun couldn't breathe and he couldn't even make a noise when the evil twin slipped from underneath the black and yellow sleeve of his blazer, a small blade tapped to his wrist. He pressed the hidden blade to his cheek, so much that blood started to seep from the shallow wound.

There was no way you would let your boyfriend get hurt and you didn't care if it was Baëkhyun here or the whole fucking army of the Red Force. You started to run towards them but Baëkhyun turned around to look at you.

"Stay right there Princess" He lifted his palm up. You stopped dead in your tracks "If you go any further than this it will be a breach of the duel that we established and it will mean that you precious boyfriend would lose his title and the right to fight this war.”

You gasped, feeling adrenaline shoot through your veins and run in your entire body. You knew Baekhyun would rather be dead than to be pushed aside from the battlefield but you couldn’t possibly wait here while Baekhyun suffocates, eyes bloodshot, clawing at the ground in the hope to make the evil clone finally let go of him.

"DON'T HURT HIM!!!" you shouted, breaking your voice, making your throat sore, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. Baëkhyun grinned.

"Don’t worry princess" he softly whispered before turning his attention back on Baekhyun, still suffocating under the weight of his knee "I won't kill him if that's what's worrying you" he laughs out loud, the cold and humorless sound resounding in the dead of night.

You couldn't believe the expression that was plastered on his face. The handsome features that he shared with your boyfriend were contorted in a psychotic smirk, his ice blue eyes reflecting the true nature of his evil mind. Shivers ran down your spine as hot tears streamed on your cheeks.

"PLEASE HE CAN'T BREATH" you yelled again, pleading, voice cracking in a broken sob, unable to move.

Finally Baëkhyun's expression gradually returns to his cold unreadable eyes before he removes his knee.

You will never forget the sharp and scratchy sound Baekhyun made when he finally gasped for air as he was on the verge of losing consciousness. The oxygen burned his lungs and he started coughing uncontrollably. He sat up while Baëkhyun nonchalantly dusted off his leather pants and blazer.

You rushed to your boyfriend's side, scraping your knees on the dirty floor not even noticing the pain. You were so relieved, to hold him tight to you. You helped him up and Baëkhyun looked like he wasn't even seeing your boyfriend anymore. His deep blue eyes were locked into you. His gaze went up from your feet to the line of your legs, the curve of your hips, to the skin of your collarbone and finally to your eyes. Tilting his head as he raised a defiant eyebrow. You didn't know why but you were unable to look elsewhere. His gaze was hypnotizing. He licked his lips before pulling them into a sly smirk.

"Looks like I won after all"

"You cheated you honourless piece of shit" you hissed at the disloyal clone.

"I like the feisty ones like you" Baëkhyun responded without a single spurt of voice.

"No baby… as low as it was… it wasn't against the rules. He could use as many blades as he wanted as long as it was the ones he was caring" his voice was trembling and this unusual vulnerability in his tones takes you aback.

Still panting, Baekhyun grabbed the katana and threw it at Baëkhyun's feet. The deafening metallic sound startled you.

“Go ahead. Take it. Like you took his life to that day…” He spat at the clone, dark brown orbs burning red with profound contempt.

Baëkhyun relecluntly peeled his eyes off you to look with disdain at the weapon on the dusty ground. He crouched down to grab it by the handle and looked back at Baekhyun. For a second confusion crossed his face before he started to grin again, this time a lot more controlled, less maniacal. He chuckled.

“You really think I was after this puny little thing” He threw the katana nonchalantly on the ground, lip rolled up in disgust.

“How fucking dare you?” Baekhyun shouts from the top of his lungs. You’ve never seen him like this. Your heart sinks when you realize how much giving up Lay's katana has affected him.

Baëkhyun chuckles coldly, lips curled in a satisfied smile to have shaken Baekhyun to the core. The utter achievement of getting the embodiment of Light sucked in by the abysmal call of the dark.

“Don’t you think you have something much more valuable on hand?” his eyes shift to you while he takes slow steps in your direction. “Do I dare say… priceless?” he tilts his head looking down on you, eyeing you like the most delectable of treats, licking his lips with envy, lifting his delicate hands to brush on your cheek. Just when he’s about to touch your skin Baekhyun pushes him back.

“Don’t you fucking touch her you fucking piece of shit” he spits, anger laces his voice.

The evil clone looks surprised for a split second, letting his hand fall at his side. But the irritating attitude is quick to come back.

“Do you really wish to break your words? Do I have to remind you we agreed on an official match. Do you wish to breach the code of honor?”

You feel Baekhyun stiffen next to you. He holds his breath, his eyes mixed with hatred and stupor.

Baëkhyun laughs in victory. Stepping in closer, staring at your boyfriend.

“What does he mean Baekhyun?” you asked, your voice giving away your concern.

“It means... if I break my oath I will be exiled” Baekhyun's voice is somber.

As words sink in you your jaw drops in disbelief while Baeëkhyun laughs.

"I know your sense of honour forbids you to withdraw your parole. I know you will quietly sit in the corner and clench your fists while I…” His devil ice blue eyes shift to you “fuck your girlfriend senseless." His lips curl in the most seductive smirk.

Right there anger bursts in your boyfriend’s heart he grasps Baëkhyun’s collar and lifts his fist to punch him on the lip but you scream and hold on to him to try to stop him.

“Baekhyun!’” You cry out holding on to his arm. “Didn’t you hear him? The others need you! We can’t afford to lose you in this fight Baekhyun” the anger that was twisting his face melts away when his orbs are met with your watery eyes.

“But… y/n” he lets his arms drop to his sides.

“No Baekhyun… I’ll do it… I’ll endure this for you” you cup his cheeks, like he did with you moments ago before the fight. Now it’s your time to reassure him. Wearing the most convincing smile you can pull off while streams of tears run down your cheeks. Baekhyun too is broken as he places his hand on top of yours and kisses you passionately.

This kiss feels like no other before. It feels like an apology. For being overconfident, for neglecting to beware with the evil clone. But it also feels like a promise. The promise of undying and unconditional love. The promise that no matter what was going to happen you two would be all right.

“Very touching” Baëkhyun scoffs. “But can we get a move on?”

Without much conviction you both comply. Baëkhyun leads you in the woods into a portal that takes you directly to a room. That son of a bitch thought of everything. The room is furnished with a bed, two side tables at each side and a chair. The ceiling light shines right onto the bed and the single chair is turned to the bed.

“Am I not kind?” Baëkhyun said, turning his face to your boyfriend “I even prepared a nice comfortable seat for you to enjoy the show.” You see him clench his jaw from the corner of your eyes. “Please sit down” he gestures to the chair. When Baekhyun sits in it, his face is closed off. You know he’s trying his best to not let anger take over him again.

“Now Princess, you come with me” the clone grabs your hand. They are cold, yes. But they are surprisingly soft.

“Just so you know. I want this to be over quickly” you say in a firm tone, eyes unwavering. Baëkhyun chuckles again.

“Princess…” The evil twin wraps his hand around your waist and pulls you close to him, pressing his hips onto yours. Your heart jumps in your throat, taking your breath away as your eyes sink into Baëkhyun’s blue ones. “That would be too easy wouldn’t it?”

“Well! I-I won’t take any j-joy in it!” you say maybe a little louder than intended, trying to break the spell he’s casting on you. He brings his lips dangerously close to yours, you feel tension clogging the air, and gaining your back as you stiffen in Baëkhyun’s hold.

“Babydoll...” he whispers softly in the sultriest tone, inching closer to you, “you have no idea…” his hand that was nicely resting on your waist is shifting to the curve of your lower back, leaving goosebumps where his hand once was. “how I plan to…” the tip of his tongue grazes your bottom lip “break you”.

An imperceptible smirk pulls on his lips for a split second before he crashes his mouth onto yours. Your muffled protests only make the smirk wider, taking advantage of your little gasps to deepen the kiss. You fight the urge to close your eyes but your fighting back gets weaker as his hand swiftly slips under your hoodie, while his other hand maintains you secure in his arms. You gather your strength and harshly push him back.

You give a little knowing smile to your boyfriend seated nearby.

As much as you wanted to, it doesn’t wipe that smug look off Baëkhyun’s irritating face. Instead his attitude becomes worse.

He wipes off his lips, made swollen by the rough kiss with the back of his hand.

“Alright let’s do this the hard way then”

Right there he opens the zipper of his leather pants and whips out his fat cock. You are taken aback by the size of it. You can’t believe how thick and long it is even though he’s still soft. Instinctively you take a step back, wanting to be as far as possible from the thing. But in your hurry you back off into the edge of the bed and fall back on your butt, putting yourself at eye level with his length.

“You’re right Princess, might as well make yourself comfortable to suck on my cock” he says gently stroking your hair.

The thick member is facing you dead on. When Baëkhyun presses his tip against your lips, you whip your head to the side and look up at him in disgust. But the evil clone keeps on going with the smug attitude.

“Now now princess… Don’t be fussy ok? Or do I have to remind you what's at stake here?”

Instinctively your eyes turn to Baekhyun. He’s on edge, his eyebrows are knitted as worry is plastered all over his handsome face.

“Fine” you whisper with a clenched jaw before slightly parting your lips. Steadily he pushes himself past your lips. As soon as your wet tongue glides over his tip you feel him harden in your mouth while his salty taste takes over your tongue.

“Good girl” he grunts, flashing his pointy white teeth.

You feel the burn of your lips stretching to accommodate his thickness, his cock keeps on growing and hardening soon reaching it’s fully developed size. You know you shouldn't compare but how can you not when his thick cock is prying your jaw open already making it sore before it even truly starts?... He’s much bigger than Baekhyun…

“Fuckkk” Baëkhyun sighs in satisfaction, hanging his head back, thick ass cock leaving no parts of your filled mouth untouched. Your eyes snap to Baekhyun again, the way you are both positioned make it easy for him to see his enemy’s dick getting nested inside his girlfriend’s mouth and his nails dig into the innocent armrests of the chair.

Baëkhyun looks back at you.

“Now get to work babydoll. Make me feel good with that pretty little mouth of yours” he says, entangling his hand into your hair, giving just enough pressure to coerce you.

You start to move alongside his length, at a moderate pace. Baëkhyun sighs in pleasure, holding your hair with one hand and gently stroking your cheek with the other.

“Mmmmh...Your mouth feels so good around my cock Princess” you shoot him a death glare which makes him chuckle. “Go faster”

You pick up the pace ever so slightly. Baëkhyun chuckles again but this time you hear a slight hint of frustration showing through it.

“Baby…” his hand gets tighter around your hair “let me show you what I mean by faster”

With that he thrusts himself inside your small mouth, instantly making you gag on his thickness. At an unbelievable pace he pumps himself in and out of your mouth, grunting and moaning in the process.

“Fuck it’s like this little mouth was made for me” he grunts, his honey toned voice going down an octave.

Tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as Baëkhyun mercilessly fucks your throat. You can’t believe such a thick thing could even go past the back of your mouth without ripping your throat to shreds. But judging by the burning pain, he might be doing just that. You start to push at his hips to get him out as you are in desperate need of oxygen but he doesn’t budge and keeps on pounding in your narrow throat.

When he pulls out you gasp loudly, coughing. Baëkhyun laughs again before looking over at your boyfriend.

“Okay enough with those games. I want to feel you around me now” he says, finally dropping the smirk. "Strip for me baby girl. Show me that pretty little pussy of yours babydoll”

Without conviction you get up and unzip your high waisted circle skirt to let it drop on the ground.

"Go on" he says before you take your hoodie over your head and throw your bra in frustration. Your underwear being the last barrier keeping from being completely naked in front of the clone.

Then Baëkhyun pushes you back on the bed. Instantly you bring your knees together and try to hide away from his lecherous eyes. But Baëkhyun is completely unphased. Instead he runs his delicate fingers alongside the curve of your thigs to soon reach your panties. He slightly pulls on the waistband to let it slap against your skin. He smirks when he hears the smallest gasp the sting pulls from your lips.

“You won’t need these anymore princess” he says as he takes the small blade out again. Delicately and with infinite prudence he slips the smooth blade under your panties. You feel the cold metal onto the hot skin of your pubic bone. Tension builds up in your shoulders and you stop breathing for a second.

Then with a swift movement of the wrist Baëkhyun inflicts a chirurgical cut to your underwear. You can’t help but to let a small shriek out.

“Spread your legs for me now” His tone is impatient, the smugness is gone.

You can’t help but to swiftly look at Baekhyun, still seated a few feet away. When you see his eyes shoot daggers at his clone your heart can’t help but to ache but still... you have to pull through this.

Slowly you part your ankles then your knees completely uncovering yourself, uncovering a place that only Baekhyun has laid eyes on... up until now.

Baëkhyun bites his lips when he finally lays eyes on your most private part. Baëkhyun scoffs, the smugness coming on right back.

“Well… Would you look at that”... He crouches, bringing his face incredibly close to your center. You have to fight every instinct screaming at you to close your legs. “Babydoll got all wet for my cock” he says, swiping a finger across your folds, coating it with juices. Your heart races in your throat as you try your hardest not to moan under his touch.

How?

How is it possible that you got this wet? You surely didn’t take any joy in this… You hated this man. And you were dreading the moment he was going to... be inside you...

“Oh, your cute little pussy just twitched babydoll… Are you growing impatient?” Baëkhyun taunts you.

“NO!” you firmly disagree.

“I thought you didn't like it princess?” he asked, pressing his pointer finger on your already swollen bud. You bit your lips and closed your eyes just so Baëkhyun wouldn’t see them roll back in unsolicited pleasure.

“It’s only a natural reaction of my body. It doesn't mean anything” you barked at him, brows knitted in anger. He cocked an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Do you know how cute you look?” Baëkhyun starts completely changing the subject. He brings his fingers to his face. “Face flushed, sweat running down the sides of your face” he plays with your arousal, making strings between his fingers “pussy red and swollen, already dripping for me” he brings his digits to his lips, he licks around them, thoroughly enjoying your taste, eyes fluttering close. “I can’t wait to see how you will look like when you'll beg me to make you cum on my cock”

His cold tone sends a spasm in your lower stomach and you feel your center involuntarily throb once more. Which Baekhyun didn’t fail to notice while he took off his blazer, his sheer black shirt sticking to his well built body. He joined you on the bed, shiming himself between your legs, standing on his knees.

You tense up when you feel his hot tip glide across your slick folds, drawing teasing circles on your clit before aligninging himself with your entrance. When Baëkhyun starts to push himself inside you brace yourself and tightly shut your eyes. But Baëkhyun stops.

“Look at me, princess. I want to see your eyes when I fill you up”

You peel your eyes open only to be met with the sinful ones of the clone, staring you down, face chain and wet lips twinkling under the dim ceiling light.

He starts to push in again, you feel the pleasurable stretch of your walls accomodating to his thickness. You bite down on your lip, eyes still locked onto his, doing your best not to let them roll back while the ones of your boyfriend pierced holes into the clone's back.

How can he bring you so much pleasure with that one single stroke? Things haven’t even started yet and already he’s got you on the verge of cumming. It demands tremendous will power just to not cum on the spot, with difficulty you manage to control the clenching of your pussy around his wide cock. Surprisingly, not a single noise leaves your lips as he reaches the bottom of you, not even a whimper, not even a small sigh. Nothing.

“What a good girl” Baëkhyun tucks away a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear. “Not making any noise to make sure her boyfriend’s fragile ego stays intact” he mocks Baekhyun and chuckles. “Let’s see for how long you can keep that going”

His eyes go a deep shade of blue as he slowly pulls out and smashes back in, this time you can’t help but to gasp faintly, trying your best to ignore the irritating response of your body to the immensely pleasurable sensation of his cock inside you. Baëkhyun laughs again.

“Not so long apparently” he chuckles. Pulling back slowly again. “So much for that baby girl” Once again he smashes back in except this time, he doesn’t stop and sets an unforgiving pace.

You manage to only let out small sighs as you bite hard on the inside of your cheeks. Controlling your voice is doable but you unfortunately can't say the same for your expressions. Against your will, your brows furrow and your eyes droop in pleasure.

It reaches an unendurable level and you know you won’t be able to keep yourself from cumming this time. You won’t be able to control yourself. Maybe you don't have the will to fight it off anymore.

But when your walls start to desperately twitch around him he slows down. You can't help but to look up at him, eyes filled with need. Being this deseperatly close to your realease is torture.

But Baekhyun doesn’t look like he’s ready to let you off the hook that easily. You do your best not to whimper in frustration not wanting to give him this satisfaction so you just stay completely still. Enduring the anguish of flirting with the edge and eventually the pleasure diminishes until you can bear it again.

And that is Baëkhyun’s call to start pounding once more. To your surprise this time pleasure builds even faster. His thrusts are hard and rough, blissfully scraping your walls in delicious friction. Surgically aiming for your sweet spot with each movement and this time the edge is even closer. This time you’re so close you can taste it but again he slows down.

You can’t help but to whimper, making the cruel clone smirk again.

“What’s wrong baby?” he cooes, laying over you, feathers dangling at the side of his face with each of his barbarically slow thrusts.

“Please” you whisper ever so faintly, fearing to be heard by your boyfriend still seated a few feet away.

Baëkhyun's smirk is pulled to his ears.

“Please what?” he teases.

You can’t help but to swiftly look at him. You almost don’t recognize him, raging fire dancing in his dark brown orbs. A kind of wrath you never witnessed before. Baëkhyun gives one single other powerful thrust to get your attention back, the surprise of it rips the first small moan out of your mouth.

“Please what?” he repeats. Your eyes start to fill with tears of frustration. Frustration of being kept in this state, kept so close to the edge. But also the frustration of realizing you are slowly but surely losing to Baëkhyun's big fat cock.

“Please Baëkhyun let me cum”

“Your wish is my command princess”

With that Baëhyun starts to mercilessly pound into you and you realize with dread that he was in fact holding back all this time. The pleasure you’re feeling right now is overwhelming. He crushes your gspot with each thrust, aiming himself perfectly to stimulate every sensitive region and even his hand comes in to play and flick your swollen and in need of affection little clit. You can’t help but to loudly moan, shamefully letting his name hang off your lips as your walls twitch around him and he finally lets you cum.

“How’s my cock baby girl?” he asks, still pounding into you.

“So fucking good” you cry out, pent up frustration and pleasure making your eyes overflow with tears.

“Say who you’re cumming for babydoll” his raspy voice whispers in your ears as he bends over you, feather tickling your neck.

“I’m cumming for you Baëkhyun… Aaaaah...” you whisper in a strangled breath as your legs shake and you are thrown into a groundbreaking orgasm.

Baëkhyun gradually slows down, allowing you to ride off your high.

Never have you felt something so powerful, an orgsam so long lasting, your pussy is still twitching when Baëkhyun pulls out, your eyes still rolled back. You can’t even bring yourself to close your legs, offering to your boyfriend a premier view on your sinful and faithless pussy.

Baëkhyun on the other hand is unphased, he stands next to your strained body, big fat cock in his fist, glistening with your juices.

“Baby” he leans over you, whispering in your ear once more. “I still haven’t cum yet”

You gather your remaining strength to lift up your head and you notice how his cock is still sitting proud at tall, engorged with blood, precum running down his shaft, head red and swollen.

He lays next to you. His body sinking in the mattress next to yours. Baëkhyun gently strokes your heated cheek, his ice blue eyes piercing into yours.

“I know you want to live that again. I know you want to feel this pleasure again. Come on and get to work ride me and make me cum babydoll”

You shoot him a death glare and get up. You waste no time and place your legs at each side of his thighs, facing him.

“Atta girl! I knew I was good but didn’t know you were so eager for my cock. Not so much of a prudish girl are you?” he mocks you, chuckling darkly while you align him with your center, grabbing his fat cock into your little hand.

“I’m only doing this to get it over with as fast…” you start to sink yourself on him. “as possible.. aaah” you let a moan escape your lips as Baëkhyun’s fat cock deliciously stretches you once more.

“Baby girl you’re so cute acting so tough it’s like you were not begging me to let you cum a second ago”

“Shut up” you say as you lift up your hips again only to smash them back with force and for the first time you notice on Baëkhyun’s face a slight hint of pleasure. Eyes brows slightly furrowed as you let him hit the bottom of you. Immediately you pick up some confidence, you might be able to end this nonsense right away. You double your efforts and smash yourself with all your might on his length. But what you didn’t anticipate was your own pleasure also rising up. Gradually your movements become sloppier as you try hard not to take into account the way he perfectly fits inside you.

“Are you going to cum before me again Baby?” the smirk is ever so slightly fainter as Baëkhyun mocks you.

“No.. aaah” you say without conviction as you feel your walls already spasming around him.

“Fuck you’re even tighter baby” he says, his long fingers digging into the side of your thighs. “Continue like this baby” he commands.

“Shit aaah.” you curse out as the pleasurable sting of his blunt nails make your eyes roll back.

“Come on baby girl make me cum” he says in a whisper, biting down his lip, face chain jumping at each of your movements.

But you can’t take it anymore, you slip over the edge as Baëkhyun’s tip kisses your womb. Your orgasm sends sparks in your entire body, electrifying you as you shake above him once again losing to his cock.

“Aww baby, you were so close” he cooes, again, mocking you.

You’re quick to recover this time because you don’t intend on giving him the satisfaction for this to last. You turn around this way you have more control over your movements and you know it’ll be easier for you to finally make this scumbag cum and get it over with. But now you have no choice but to face the ice cold stares of your boyfriend.

Baekhyun has a full display view on how your swollen, red and soaked little pussy easily opens up to accommodate his evil clone’s girthy cock. He sees clearly how your jaw drops in pleasure as you feel each inch stretch you oh so pleasurably. Even if he hates what he sees, his body can’t help but to react. React at each little whimper and moan, at each tremble of your lips, at each eye roll. So as if it wasn't bad enough to have to witness his nemesis fucking the girl he hopes to make his wife one day, now he also has to deal with the ever so growing discomfort in his tight pants.

“Fuck! Baby this little pussy is going to be the death of me” Baëkhyun sinks his head back in the soft mattress. Even if he’s still trying to act tough, the truth is that he knows he can’t keep going for long and eventually he’ll burst.

You start to lift your hips to smash them back into his. Making your breasts jump in front of your boyfriend. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, he looks at your delighted face, at your bouncing tits, at your crowded and swollen little pussy. How is he supposed to just quietly sit throught this torture?

You bounce even harder as you lock eyes with your boyfriend, feeling shameful and confusing pleasure from seeing this anger blaze through his eyes.

“Fuck baby did you just get even tighter?” Baëkhyun’s voice resounds from behind you. You can’t see his face but you know he’s close. You can tell from the way he twitches inside you, from the way his breathing got more hectic but especially from the way he finally closed his continuously running mouth, only occasionally letting his jaw loose to sigh or groan.

Baëkhyun is close and so are you. You can't contain yourself anymore. You let your voice out without restrain and you tell yourself that the reason why you are bouncing harder is to make Baëkhyun finish as soon as possible but maybe you just can’t get enough of this addicting high. Maybe you just want to cum again, maybe you're becoming Baëkhyun’s willing little cock sleeve.

“Wait babygirl wait” Baëkhyun commands. You are surprised by the sudden reaction so you slow down. You want to whimper at your high fading away, slipping through your fingers.

“Baby did you notice what your precious boyfriend has been trying to hide?” he asks cock, still deeply lodged inside you.

Baekhyun stiffens in his seat and brings both of his hands to push down on the unconcealable tent he pitches in the black cargo pants.

“I knew you couldn’t help but get indubitably turned on by the view of your girlfriend being properly fucked for once” Baëkhyun says as he thrusts inside you forcefully ripping a loud moan off your lips.

“Shut the fuck up” Baekhyun says throughts gritted teeth staring at the clone through his eyebrows.

“Why don’t you join us?” Baëkhyun suggests. You hold your breath at the unsuspecting turn of events…

Baekhyun freezes, he scans his nemesis’ face, trying to tell apart the truth and the tricks.

“Didn’t you see her delighted face? Didn’t you hear her pleased moans? Don't you wanna tell yourself you were at least partially responsible for those?” He sounds serious… “Look I’ll even make room for you.

With that he takes a bruising grip on your still parted thighs and pulls you up effortlessly, sliding his girthy cock out of you. Instantly you miss the head spinning full sensation.

But the need is short lived. Because he instinctively finds his way to your wet rim, soaked by the juices that ran down from your slutty little cunt all the way down to your ass. Without a heads up, he pushes the tip inside your tight hole. You bite down on your lip trying not to scream at the unexpected burn of your ass being stretched beyond repair by the thick member. His huge thick cock tearing down your unprepared asshole. Your legs shake uncontrollably at the delicious pain you feel deep inside. He’s able to fill you up even further, reach even deeper in the bottomless hole.

By the time his whole girthy cock has successfully forced itself into your unsolicited ass you are completely done for. Your chest is heaving up and down, you hang your head down in utter defeat over Baëkhyun’s girth, this time you surrender to him. And you’re willing to gladly do so if it means you’ll feel the divine high again. You don’t care anymore, you only want to cum. You only want to feel them inside you.

“Please” you whisper in a meek little whimper, doing your best not to just pass out on the spot.

“See, she’s even begging for you” Baëkhyun adds.

So finally your boyfriend gets up. He doesn't even bother taking his pants off and only whips out his red swollen aching cock through the zipper. As he stands in front of you, legs parted, dripping and hungry pussy, nice and ready for him he first grabs a handful of one of your breasts. Baekhyun’s usual softness and delicacy are long gone. You look up at him with begging eyes, which turns his own eyes a shade darker as he lifts up his hand to let it slap against the sensitive skin of the swells of your chest. The sudden and unexpected sting makes you buck your hips up, making Baëkhyun’s cock stir around in your guts adding more pleasure.

Baekhyun then brings the red and blazing tip to you, as soon as it touches your sensitive clit you can't help but to grind your cunt on his cock like a bitch in heat. You look completely fucked out. Your mind is empty, all you can think about is the incredible pleasure you so desperately crave.

Baekhyun's eyes reflect something you have never seen before. Anger and sexual drive mixed into the deadliest cocktail. A darkness that awfully resembles the one of Baëkhyun. For the first time, you feel the familiar shivering cold chill your bones from the usually warm brown eyes. And you’re ready. Ready for him to take revenge on you. Ready to make your slutty little pussy to pay for giving in to the enemy.

“You want my cock baby?” he asks, voice deep, hoarse, strained. Like he’s trying his best not to yell at you. Your eyes trail down to his neck where Baëkhyun’s blade left a small wound. Even if it stopped bleeding, you know the damage is way deeper.

“Yes fuck I want you so bad” you plead, deseperately jolting against him, seeking the friction of his tip against your swollen nub.

“Then fucking take it” He says smashing himself in with all his might.

Fuck… This… This feeling is what you’ve been missing.

Compared to Baekhyun, the evil twin has been incredibly gentle with you because right now your boyfriend is being absolutely ruthless, relentlessly wrecking you without caring about the damage he is causing to your already exhausted little pussy.

“Baekhyunnnn” you scream out his name.

“You fucking like that huh?” he says deep dark brown eyes piercing into yours.

“Yes fuck yesss”

Then Baëkhyun also starts to move, rocking your body back and forth on both of their cocks. The clone grabbing your thighs and your boyfriend sinking his nails into your soft waist both rocking you into this hellishly divine carousel.

You have no intention of trying to keep your voice down anymore, you can’t even gather the strength to think about that, if someone asked right now you might not even be able to remember your own name.

“Baby, now that you have a point of comparison, which cock is better?” Baëkhyun asks, in an ultimate attempt to piss off your already enraged boyfriend.

You want to respond but as you open your mouth Baekhyun wraps his big hand around your narrow neck. Silencing you and completely blocking off your breathing.

“Shut the fuck slut” he spits, frowning deeply.

Just as you thought this couldn’t possibly get better it does. Both the white haired men decide to collectively pick up the pace, if that was even possible. You want to scream in absolute bliss but you can’t. So your face goes completely blank, your eyes droop and your eyebrows knit.

“What a little slut you are” Baekhyun whispers through gritted teeth, maintaining the demonic pace. “You should see yourself, completely fucked out by two cocks. The more the merrier for a whore like you.” Tears of pure joy start to form at the corner of your eyes. As you go deliciously lightheaded from the lack if blood reaching your brain. “You want to cum again baby” You nod enthusiastically.

“Fuck I won’t be able to go on much longer” Baëkhyun's strained voice rings behind you.

“Then cum baby” Your boyfriend’s deep voice murmurs, making the hairs of your nape stand. And there he lets go of the last hand holding your waist, leaving to the clone the responsibility of keeping up with the punishing pace, to circle your lonely and desperate clit. “Cum on both our dicks like the fucking whore that you are”

The growled dirty words in your boyfriend's mouth, the skillful movement of his fingers on your slick folds, the two hammering thick cocks inside both your drained holes and the delicious headspinning feeling due to the lack of oxygen is the end of you. Cool tears roll down your heated cheeks as your jaw drops and your tongue falls out your mouth, flapping around with every thrusts. Your orgasm takes over you like an unforgiving and brutal wave of pleasure, sweeping away the last stance of your sanity along with it.

“Fuckkk” Baëkhyun growls as he lets go of one thigh to harshly pull on your hair, pushing your face down. “Fucking whore look these two cocks ramming your slutty holes. You like that?” he says breathless still pounding forcefully into your ass.

“I love having two cocks inside my ass and pussy. I’m just a dirty cock loving slut” you shout, tears streaming down your face, completely drunk on your high. Continuous pleasure clouding your mind, breaking the strong stubborn and righteous woman you were your into a mere cock sleeve whose only purpose is to get fucked until her mind sinks into insanity and her body gives out from exhaustion.

Baëkhyun releases first, leaving blue marks on your thighs as he curses under his breath, twitching uncontrollably in your throbbing asshole. Your filled up hole adding to the peasurable orgasm still shaking through your body.

Soon after Baekhyun follows, jaw hanging open and eyes rolled back in euphoria as your orgasming cunt grips him down like its life depends on it, milking his cock to the last drop as he moans out, cursing you and your godforsaken pussy while his grip around your throat gradually loosens.

When they both pull out, completely out of breath and drained out by this sustained effort, both of your holes, turned completely shapeless overflow with thick white cum and mix together in a more intoxicating cocktail than the most alcoholic beverages.

In a sort of trance you can’t help but to bring your fingers to your drown out folds to coat them with the deadly mix. You bring the concoction to your lips. It tastes like sin. The salty and bitter flavours coat your palate, making your eyes flutter as you enjoy the alluring taste of the two men that ruined your tiny body and left it broken.

When Baekhyun staggers away he collapses on the bed next to you and you feel the clone rolling under you to get up.

With your dazed out eyes you still see him pick up his clothes and feel him lay a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“You were amazing sweetheart”

You close your eyes and nod, smiling to yourself as you curl up at your boyfriend's side, nesting your face under his arm.

“No hard feelings ok Byun?” he asks as he slips his leather jacket back on. “We should definitely do this again” he suggests, turning his head back to your boyfriend.

“Go fuck yourself Baëkhyun” Baekhyun says, but his tone doesn’t match the harsh words.

“Alright okay” The clone chuckles “See you soon princess” he winks at you and leaves through the same portal he came from.

A/N: There you go lovelies!!! sooo.. how was it? Again sorry for the mistakes! I checked my archives and I actually started working on this back in february so it took me a total of 6 months to complete this.

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letterstotheflre · 3 years ago

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i'd beg you on my knees

summary: you loved sirius's fingers, but there's something you craved more.

warnings: oral sex (male receiver), daddy kink, a bit of religious imagery (you know how it is), a bit of spitting, mentions of throat training and finger sucking, i think that's it?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: as a celebration for passing my chemistry final and 300 followers, here is the second part to the sirius corrupting you series :)

ps: i know those look like feminine hands, but pretend they are sirius’s okay i spent 2 hours looking for something to use and that’s the best i got

you couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

you had always loved them. they were big, always completely encasing your smaller ones, and full of rings, some of which you made yourself. the skin on his palm and finger pads was a bit rough, a consequence of years of holding a bat to hit the bludgers away from his teammates. but there was still a slight delicate appearance to them, courtesy of the black family genes which, despite years of slight inbreeding, somehow still managed to make some of the most attractive people in the wizarding world.

you loved the way they felt against the small of your back or your waist, always letting some warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. you loved the way they cupped your cheeks before he leant down to kiss you, slightly squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips for him. but ever since that afternoon a few days ago, you adored the way they felt in your mouth.

you tried to be subtle, you really did, but it was impossible to stop staring at them. you couldn’t forget the weight of his fingers on your tongue nor the way they hit the back of your throat. the feeling of having them in your mouth brought a strange sense of comfort to you, it was like having a piece of him always inside you.

and sirius noticed. of course he did, you were one of the only things he deemed important enough to pay attention to, followed by the phases of the moon and any updates on the 5-year plan james had made to woo lily evans. and because he liked seeing your glazed over eyes and heating cheeks when he caught you staring, he started to show them off on purpose.

he started to talk with more hand movements, followed by always playing with any stray hairs around your face. he started to use his thumb to play with your bottom lip before kissing you, almost giving you what you wanted but then taking it away from you.

he caved in when he saw how truly needy you were for them. the teary eyes and little whines you made every time he pulled them away from your mouth were almost enough to make him hard, so he allowed you to suck on them every now and then. he watched attentively as you slightly hollowed your cheeks when he used both his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes trying to get as much of them inside you as possible.

so he started to push your limits, drawing circles against the back of your tongue before he pushed them further, not warning you before they entered your cavity, yearning to hear what other pretty sounds you could do besides moaning and whining. you had gagged violently the first time he did it, and you looked at him confused at the sudden intrusion, “remember the first time you sucked on them? remember what you wanted them to be?” you nodded slowly, embarrassed that he could recall how much you wanted other parts of him inside you. “I gotta stretch your little throat, bunny. gotta get you all ready for my cock.”

and that was that. the following days were spent with you either on his lap or on your knees in front of him, long and thick fingers prodding the back of your throat constantly until it only took you less than five minutes to get used to the feeling of something residing in it. sirius never let up, even if you had some tears in your eyes caused by the intrusion, always giving you new learning material: breath through your nose, relax your throat, open your mouth wide. his instructions ran through your brain every day, an urgent need to remember them controlling your thoughts.

and that’s how you were now, on your knees in front of him like a repentant while sirius sat on the edge of the mattress, mouth wide open as you waited eagerly for his fingers. you watched, intrigued, as his mandible moved around almost like he was collecting something. your unvoiced question was answered when his face came close to yours, his hand tangling itself in your hair to tilt it upwards, and then his spit was dribbling onto your pink tongue.

the sight of him spitting into your mouth sent a thrum of pleasure to your core. “swallow,” he said, leaving no room for disobedience. You followed his command, letting it fall down your throat as if it were your forbidden fruit, and once you opened your mouth again his fingers went in, immediately pressing on your tongue. you swirled your tongue around them, covering them in your saliva before he started to push them further. you only gagged a little, the previous lessons having already prepared you.

he let you suck on them a bit longer before removing them, watching as your hands scrambled to his wrist to keep them close. he shook his head, chuckling in amusement, “you needy thing.” he patted your head, “I think you are ready for my cock, angel, do you want it?”

you opened your eyes wide, looking like a kid in a candy shop. “yes, please!” your voice was a bit hoarse, “wanna make you feel good like you made me feel the other day, siri.” the smirk he wore on his lips when he heard your eager ‘yes’ fell into an honest smile, “oh I bet you’ll make me feel better than that, bunny.”

you watched from your position on the hardwood floor as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. he let his jeans fall to the floor, now only clad in his underwear that would soon meet the same fate and you wiggled, eager to finally see him. once he was completely naked he sat back on the bed, spreading his legs so you could kneel comfortably between them. he was already a bit hard, courtesy of the image of you suckling on his fingers so needily, but he still needed a little push before he was ready for you.

you were entranced by him, this being the first time you ever saw someone other than yourself completely naked. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you could see the slight ripples of muscle on his abdomen and the stray tattoos that adorned his skin here and there. he had a few scars, some of them caused by his parents' punishments and others from a few accidents during the full moon, but he was still absolutely beautiful.

and then your eyes fell lower, down the happy trail of hair that led to what you had been craving since that fateful tuesday afternoon. it was big, even though you had never seen another cock you couldn’t deny its length. there was a vein on one side that stood out a bit, and the tip was a bit red and something shiny was coating it. “can I please touch it, daddy?” you asked sweetly, wanting to remain on his good side.

the name had accidentally left your mouth a few days ago when you were suckling on his fingers. you were just so needy, so desperate for their weight on your tongue that your mind had started to feel fuzzy, and the nickname just slipped out.

your cheeks had resembled the heat of a fire, still sober enough to realize your mistake but when you saw the way his eyes had darkened and his grip on your waist tightened, you repeated it. he had cursed, voice low as his other hand cupped your cheek. “you want daddy’s fingers, hm?” he questioned, forcing you to tell him with your words what you wanted when you merely nodded. and that was a new lesson, ask for what you want and you were to only refer to him as daddy in private.

“go on, angel,” he said with a nod of his head. slowly, you moved one hand closer, still a bit hesitant with your movements. though eager to learn, you were still scared of doing something wrong and stop being his good girl as he had called you multiple times while he watched as you touched yourself for him. he would sit in a chair in front of the bed as he told you what to do and when to cum, and the rush of power he felt was extraordinary.

one finger traced the vein, the soft touch making sirius twitch. the skin was warm and actually pretty smooth, with a couple of ridges here and there. gently, you closed your hand around the base and moved it up and down, and sirius groaned. the soft touch drove him insane, your palm barely gripping him, “close your hand a bit more, puppy,” he instructed. you gripped him more tightly, “it won’t hurt you?” you asked.

sirius just smiled at your thoughtfulness, “no, baby, it’ll feel really good. just don’t add too much pressure as you did with your nipples the other day,” he slightly taunted. you blushed at his teasing, “didn’t mean to do that, daddy,” you grumbled and unknowingly thumbed at the slit of the tip, making him moan in pleasure. the sound was so heavenly in your ears that you did it again and again until one of his hands gripped your hair so you looked up at him.

“you’re teasing me now, bunny?” he said harshly, “that’s not how it works and you know it. d’ya want me to stop you from cumming again like I did yesterday?”

you shook your head quickly, or as much as you could with the grip on your hair, “no no, m’sorry, daddy, didn’t mean to.” but he just chuckled, an empty sound that wasn’t as nice as his previous moans. “oh, you didn’t mean to! like you didn’t mean to tug on your nipples. like you didn’t mean to wear that tiny skirt the other day. like you didn’t mean to cum without my permission three days ago.” he started to list all of your accidents, “is there anything you do mean, angel?” he asked harshly.

your lips slightly quivered at his tone, ashamed at making him angry when all you wanted was to please him. “I want to make you feel good, daddy! m’sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be your best girl.” you tried to convince him, and you really did mean it. all you wanted was to be good for him.

“well, then put my cock in your mouth and show me y’can be good.” with that, he moved your head closer towards him, and then slackened his grip. you looked at him while giving the tip a little kiss, then using your tongue to collect the pearly white liquid that had collected there. it tasted a bit funny, saltier than you remembered your own cum to taste, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. then, using the flat of your tongue, you moved along the length, using one hand to keep it straight.

sirius was biting his lip as he watched you, his little angel on her pretty knees about to suck him for the first time. after a few more teasing licks, you finally took him into your mouth, and the moan that escaped sirius was incredibly sinful. your mouth was so warm and so wet that the only other place sirius could ever possibly want to be in was your pussy.

you swirled your tongue around the bit that was inside your cavity, your hand still stimulating what you couldn’t fit yet. he was big, too big for your mouth, but you wanted to fit all of him inside, so you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to relax both your mandible and your throat before taking him deeper. you pushed as far as you could, staying there for a couple of seconds before pulling apart, heaving another deep breath before repeating your actions. you gagged and choked at the progressive obstruction, yet you pushed through it, but it sounded so good in sirius’s ears that he thought about just pushing your head down without warning.

sirius threw his head back with a groan when you started to hollow your cheeks, “fuck, angel, you’re so good, taking me so well.” he praised, and it made you shiver in pleasure, the meaning of his words accompanied by his gruff voice a perfect melody. you raised your eyes to look at him. he looked beautiful like this: head thrown back, lips red from biting them, completely exposed for you and one hand gripping the sheets while the other grabbed your head.

you pulled away with a pop, “y’look so pretty, daddy,” you complimented him, and it made the tension in his stomach tighten significantly. it was such an innocent compliment in a completely unholy scenario that he couldn’t help but twitch in your hand. you had just wrapped your lips around him again when he said, “not as pretty as you with m’cock down your throat,” and it made you giggle around him as you shied a bit at his words. the vibrations of your little laugh could’ve sent him over the edge, “shit—” he cursed.

you took him deeper than ever before, your throat now used to the intrusion and barely even gagging. sirius started to raise his hips, almost face fucking you but he held back some of the strength in his thrusts. you kept your eyes on him, and fuck you looked so good with your mouth full and those watery eyes and flushed skin that after a few more thrusts he pulled you away.

you whimpered, not understanding why he stopped your movements. there was still a string of saliva that connected your mouth to him, and he sped up his hand movements as he looked at your sinful image. “daddy,” you groused, tongue out so he could put it back in.

“fuck, angel, m’gonna cum,” he moaned, “n’ I’m gonna paint your little face, d’you want that?” he asked, slightly panting through his exertion. but you shook your head, “m’mouth, want to taste you,” and that did it for him. he cursed and moaned, all at the same time, as that wave of pleasure swallowed him whole. white spurts fell on your tongue, a few others coating your cheeks, and he looked so sinful while working through his orgasm that you had to clench your thighs together.

once he was fully spent, he watched as you eagerly swallowed what he gave you, showing him there was nothing left. his hands went to your cheeks, cleaning his cum from your face and forcing you to clean them, too. it was so dirty that he felt proud of what he made of you, his cock twitching once more before softening.

“was I good, daddy?” you asked him with a slightly raspy voice. you were looking up at him as if he were your god, his opinion of the highest importance to you. he smiled proudly, his fingers now playing with the chain that had a little ‘s’ that rested just between your collarbones. “the best, angel.”

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reidsconverse · 4 years ago

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The Price of Happiness - iv

Prof!Spencer X Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Reader take a shopping trip

Warnings: 15 year age gap, Eventual Smut, Sexual Themes and Undertones, Bad Language (is this a warning?)

Word Count: 7.4K | once again, thank you to @spencersawkward ily bestie!!

A/N: i am so sorry for the long ass chapter, once I started writing I could not stop! i’ll try to keep the rest no more than 5K from now on!! also thank you so much for all the love and support I appreciate it so much! ps smut is coming soon, patience is a virtue my dearies.

The second your class ended at 2:55, you were sprinting across campus to the staff parking lot. You'd agreed to let him drive the two of you to a mall about thirty minutes away, and your stomach was fluttering with anticipation and nervousness at the thought. There were stores nearer of course, but after what had happened last time you'd been together off-campus, you didn't want anyone seeing you. Iris thankfully wasn't in your last class, because she definitely would have questioned the frantic exit, and that was a conversation you just were not in the mood to have. You stopped at the entrance of the car park as you scanned around to see if you could spot him, and sure enough, he was standing exactly where he said he would be. He was leaning against a vintage-looking Volvo looking down at some files with a coffee cup precariously placed on the top of his car, he was so focused on his reading he didn't notice you walking up meaning, when you stopped in front of him it took almost a minute to realise you were there.

He jumped a little when he finally noticed your presence which resulted in a few papers flying out of his hand, the startled reaction made you giggle, "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." You said before bending down to pick up the papers he'd dropped, it was an innocent action, just you trying to be helpful so when you straightened back up and turned to hand them back to him and saw his face was flushed pink, you were more than confused. "Are you okay?" You asked, slightly concerned and completely oblivious to what you'd just done. In your defence, by this point in the day, you'd completely forgotten about the outfit you were wearing which meant you were unaware of the way your tiny skirt had left Spencer with a completely unrestricted view of the adorable pink panties you had decided to wear that day, the same panties which were about to be the sole reason for sending him into a cardiac arrest.

"M-me? I-uh I'm fine." He stuttered out in a flustered state, his hands were clammy as he reached out to take the papers from your hands and he silently prayed that you weren't able to tell. "Thank you for uh...helping me." He slightly waved the papers in the air as he let out an awkward laugh that in all honesty sounded more like a choked cough.

You narrowed your eyes, not completely believing him. "No problem..." The two of you stood there for a few moments, just staring at each other before you finally spoke up. "Nice car."

Nice car, you thought to yourself, how fucking lame are you Y/N...nice car god you loser.

Spencer, however, didn't think it was lame at all, he smiled at you before speaking, "Thank you Y/N, it's... it was a gift." You could hear a slight change in his tone, and his demeanour shifted to one of slight sadness as a distant look crossed his face, as though he was thinking deeply about something... or someone. He didn't dwell on it for long though as he quickly looked back up at you and began walking to the other side of the car gesturing for you to follow him. He reached for the passenger side door and opened it up for you, "Here you go...feel free to adjust your seat how you wish." He moved out of the way to allow you to sit down, which you tried to do as gracefully as you could, even at the grand old age of 22 you still hadn't mastered the art of getting into a car without struggling for at least a few moments.

"Thank you." You said as you finally managed to settle into your seat, he smiled down at you before closing the door and running back over to his side, he placed the papers on the backseat before getting into the driver's seat and placing the keys in the ignition. You felt as though you were forgetting something and as you looked around at your things you realised what it was.

"Uh, Dr Reid...?" You said, he let out a small 'hmm' as he checked all his mirrors and adjusted his seat. "You uh... you forgot your coffee."

"What?" He asked as he turned to you in confusion. You simply pointed up to the roof of the car and watched as the realisation washed over his face, "Oh... right yes hold on." He quickly got out of his car and grabbed the cup that was still sitting on top of the car before placing it in the cupholder and looking at you with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry about that..it's been a long day." It hadn't been that long if he was being completely honest, but there was just something about being in your presence that made his brain turn into mush.

"Don't worry about it, I completely get it. My dad always said I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached to my body." You said, trying to reassure him that you weren't someone to be embarrassed around and from the small laugh he left out, he seemed grateful for this. He turned his gaze away from you and began to back out of the parking space. His hand moved up to hold the headrest of the passenger seat and you couldn't help the way your gaze slowly moved across his face as you drank in the way he looked as he concentrated on assessing the road behind him. Before you could think about what you were doing, you found yourself studying the striking features of his face....the slightly rounded end of his nose, the perpendicular perfection of his jawline.

It's so unfair, you thought to yourself, how is he hot, so smart and so respectful....and rich? it's just so unfair.

You noticed him removing his hand from behind you and you tried to look away from him before he realised you were staring at him but you weren't fast enough. He caught you and for a moment you both locked eyes as a slightly confused smile began dawning itself on his lips. You tore your eyes away from him before it got too overwhelming, opting to rest your head against the window. You found yourself lost in your thoughts as he reached to turn on the radio, it was tuned to the classical station which made you smile, it was very fitting. The soft sounds filled the car and when you heard him subconsciously humming along, you couldn't help but sneak another glance at him, there was something about Spencer, a blissful unawareness of his cluttered beauty, that brought warmth to your cheeks and endeared him to you.

"Is there something on my face?" He asked you and you could practically hear the smug smirk on his face. Your jaw dropped slightly as you quickly moved your glance to your lap, suddenly finding great interest in the small patterns that adorned the material of your skirt.

"N..no sorry. I just...I didn't take you for a music person." You mentally cringed at how timid you sounded, and despite him slightly chuckling at your response and not you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by how obvious the effect he had on you was.

"There's a lot you don't know about me." You doubted he was implying anything by his words, after all, it was simply a fact. But there was something about the way he said it, it made you curious and you suddenly had a million or so questions floating around your mind.

"I'm sure there is, Dr Reid." You looked at him again, your legs moving so your knees were now facing him. The light had turned red as he finished his sentence so he turned to look at you and gave you a small smile and somehow, for some strange reason, you felt a surge of confidence rush through you and before you could stop yourself you moved your elbow to lean against the centre console as you spoke, "So, tell me something."

"Like what?" He replied, turning back to concentrate on the road as the light once again turned green and you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss his eyes on you, something about the way he looked at you, his eyes shining with attentiveness and intrigue never failed to make your heart stutter. The loss of his attention made you shift back to your original position, leaning back to rest your head against your seat, slightly tilting it to allow you to stare intently out of the window, the view was nothing particularly interesting, simply a blur of cars but something about it felt comforting. You sat in silence as you thought about his question for a few seconds, desperately racking your brain to come up with something you could ask. There was no shortage of things you were curious about: what made him laugh, what it was like working for the FBI, what kept him up at night but you knew these were way too personal. You realised you'd been silent for far too long so you blurted out the first and only non-invasive one you could think up.

"Do you have any pets?" You asked and the moment the words left your mouth you regretted them. You had never wanted to slap yourself more in your life, truly, you wished that you could melt into the leather seats of his car and never be heard from again. Out of all the things you could ask him, you picked something that doesn't matter in the slightest.

Spencer, however, didn't look confused or put off at all, he simply broke into a slightly amused smile before answering. "Yes actually, I have fish."

"Fish?" You repeated back, giggling to yourself at the idea of him sprinkling fish food into a water tank every morning, it wasn't completely absurd, he just seemed more the type to own a cat.

"Yes, a few carassius auratus," He said, and as though he could sense the confusion running through your head as you tried to associate the name to an image he spoke again, "They're goldfish." He clarified and somehow, the way he said it didn't make you feel completely stupid. "You know fish are pretty practical pets, they're actually often quite low maintenance."

"Really? I suppose it's good they don't interfere with your busy schedule." You didn't mean to sound like you were prying and if you did, he thankfully acted oblivious to it, simply opting to nod in response before answering.

"Something like that." He said and you couldn't help but take notice of the vagueness of the answer however you brushed it off as he followed with a question of his own. "How about you, you own any pets?" He turned his head briefly to look at you, and you exhaled sharply before shaking your head.

"No way. I can barely look after myself, I couldn't handle being responsible for another living thing." You joked and when you heard him laugh in response, you felt a warmth rush through your body at the sound.

"Understandable. I remember my senior year of college I bought a plant. I can't even remember what made me do it and if I'm being honest I should've known it was a bad idea but I bought one anyway." He paused for a moment, as though he was reflecting on the memory and a smile crept onto his face as continued. "A few weeks later, I went home for christmas break and when I came back it was dead. I never bought a plant again." He didn't mean it to be funny, you were sure of that much but something about the idea of a young Spencer Reid purchasing a plant and accidentally killing it made you laugh, a lot. "What?" He asked you but you just shook your head, mumbling a small 'nothing' as you turned back to look out the window.

You wished you'd had the hindsight to bring a pair of sunglasses as the sun began to hit the car almost blindingly and you felt your eyelids gently flutter shut to block it out. You stayed like that for a few moments, still not satisfied with the basic relief closing your eyes had brought you and it wasn't until a shadow fell across your line of sight that you opened them again. You thought that a cloud had drifted over the harsh glare of the sun, but what you saw instead was Spencer bringing down the sun visor on your side of the car for you. You couldn't stop your heart from fluttering at the simple action, "Thanks." You said, taking a small glance at his face through the corner of your eye taking in the smile on his face and his simple hum of acknowledgement, he seemed as though he was about to say something, but before he could the sound of the navigation system took over the short moment of silence, '15 minutes to your destination.' it said and unintentionally your eyebrows shot up in surprise at how little time had gone by, you honestly weren't sure if the past 15 minutes had been the longest or shortest of your life.

You wondered how Spencer was feeling. If he was at all nervous like you were, he was doing a good job of hiding it. You thought back to the few times you'd paid attention in his class as you took in his demeanour and actions, he'd made minimal eye contact since you'd begun your journey but in his defence, he was driving so it made sense he wouldn't keep his attention on you. Another thing you noticed was that aside from the brief moment where he'd leant over to help adjust your visor, he'd pretty much kept both hands firmly gripped on the wheel. There wasn't much need to do so and you could have just brushed this off as him being a cautious driver, after all, you'd witnessed the way he'd adjusted his mirrors multiple times not to mention how he'd triple checked with you that your seatbelt was on correctly, but every so often you would see the obvious shakiness from what you would describe as being from the nerves that were rushing through his body. You smiled to yourself at this, a small display of his humanity that made him seem less intimidating, even for a second.

"Dr Reid?" You muttered, and he, once again, seemed startled by the sudden sound of your voice, this time breaking through the peaceful sounds of Chopin that rang through the air.

"Yes Y/N?" His tone was gentle, as it almost always was when he said your name, there something about the way he said it that made your stomach flip, you loved the way it sounded coming from his mouth, it was sweet... almost melodic.

"Thank you." You didn't specify for what, but truthfully you didn't need to. He knew what you meant and some part of him filled with guilt at the complete innocence of your gratitude. He could tell himself he was doing this just to help you and that it was completely selfless, as much as he wanted but deep down he knew the truth and he wondered if that was the part of the reason that being around you was so difficult. Sometimes he wondered if you'd have accepted his proposition if you'd known the true reason behind it if you would have still been as hesitant around him as you were right now.

The rest of the car ride was silent and before either of you knew it, you were pulling into a rather deserted parking lot situated in front of the mall. He quickly found a spot near the entrance and without much of a struggle, he parked the car before turning it off and removing his keys from the ignition. You moved to make your way out of the car, but before you had a chance to swing open the passenger side door, a hand wrapped around your upper arm causing you to drop your bag and turn around. The moment you made eye contact with him, Spencer let go of your arm and you couldn't stop the indescribable feeling that washed through you at the loss of contact.

"It's cold outside." He said matter of factly as he got out of the car and opened the trunk. Although he hadn't explicitly told you to stay sitting, you decided to do so anyway, opting to watch him through the reflection in the mirror, he fumbled around for a few moments before returning with a maroon cardigan. It looked awfully comfortable and you knew from the logo inscribed on the front pocket that it hadn't come cheap, "Here you go." He said, and for the second time that day, he handed you something with no explanation.

"What's this for?" You asked him, your fingers nimbly grabbing the soft material from his hands.

"It's for you." He said bluntly and though it should've, it didn't sound rude. He must've seen the perplexed expression that etched itself onto your face, because he quickly opened his mouth to speak, "It's cold outside." He repeated.

"Okay... but the cardigan-?" You held it up as if to emphasise its presence. It wasn't an unwelcome gesture, but part of you was still baffled at his generosity. Before you could trail off, however, he smiled and interrupted you,

"--Is for you to wear..," He watched as you dropped your gaze to look at the expensive fabric resting on your lap, "...so you don't get cold." He added on, and this made you look back up at him with a slight grin. You decided to toy with him a bit, noting the slight trepidation in his tone. "Right...because it's cold outside." You said teasingly, and if it hadn't been for the aforementioned chilly weather you would have assumed the light blush that spread across cheeks was due to your comment. You slowly lifted the cardigan and put it on, the warmth of the oversized garment enveloping you as you threw open the car door and got out. Spencer sat there for a moment, his mind reeling at the sight of you looking so adorable in his cardigan and it wasn't until you lightly knocked on the drivers' side window that he was snapped from his thoughts. He quickly got out of the car and locked it before beginning to walk in the direction of the entrance, you swiftly following behind.

You hadn't been to this mall before, mostly because you didn't really have money to splurge on shopping trips nor did you have time to make the trip out, but you'd heard a lot about it and so you had mentally prepared a list of stores you wanted to check out. There was still a tiny niggling thought in the back of your mind, telling you that this was wrong and you were sure you may come to regret saying yes to this, but right now, you were just really fucking excited to shop.

"Where do you want to go?" Spencer asked you, the two of you began your ascent up the escalator that would take you to the floor with most of the stores.

You thought about it for a few seconds, racking your brain for what you definitely needed, you didn't want to ask for too much despite his continuous instance that it would be fine to do so, "Maybe a few basics if that's ok?" You asked him and, unsurprisingly, he was quick with his response.

"Whatever you need," He said, his attention straying to the people frantically rushing in and out of stores, you noticed him watching their movements with a clinically fascinated expression. "I'm not a fan of shopping.” He said, his nose slightly twitching as he took in his surroundings, a small trait which you had noticed him do often and found more adorable each time you witnessed it. The fact that Spencer didn't enjoy shopping made you smile to yourself; it's not surprising in the least and it was something you found quite endearing if you were being honest.

In an attempt to pull him from his distracted state, your fingers slowly reached up to touch his elbow, the small action getting his attention. You gestured for him to follow you as you made your way to find a store that interests you, the various windows are full of displays, the clothes on show all things you had on your pinterest board but could never afford to buy. You stop outside one particular store, a jewellery store. Your gaze focused on a beautiful rose gold necklace that you'd seen online and jokingly added to your basket with no intention of actually purchasing it. It was even more beautiful in person and as though Spencer could sense your adoration he spoke up.

"Do you want to go in?" He asked, looking between you and the necklace with a small smile on his face. You wanted to say yes, of course, but you couldn't. It wasn't something you needed so much as desperately wanted so you couldn't in good conscience ask him to buy it. You simply shook your head and began walking away but you didn't get far. In fact, you barely even took a step before his hand grabbed yours to pull you back. You couldn't stop the short gasp that fell from your lips at the feeling of the warmth of his palm placed against the back of your hand. "Y/N, if you want to go in we can, I don't mind." His eyes darted from your face to the where your hands were connected and as though the realisation of what he'd done, for the third time that day, washed over him he pulled his hand away from you.

"No, it's fine honestly." Your fingers ran over where his hand had been as your eyes began scanning your surroundings in an attempt to direct both yourselves and the conversation elsewhere. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him raise an eyebrow as if to say he didn't quite believe you but you brushed it off as you caught sight of a store you weren’t at all familiar with but looked interesting. "Can we go there?" You asked, your hand moving in the general direction of the store and he turned his head to look where you were pointing.

"Of course we can." He replied as you both began walking away from the jewellery store, and although you had no reason to, you kept a small distance from him, "You don't have to ask." He added on as if to remind you. You gave him a small tight-lipped smile before nodding to let him know you understood, though you had no doubt you would do it again, several times.

The bright lights, soft music and slight scent of sophistication overwhelmed your senses as you walked through the double doors of the store and the sight of racks filled with beautiful clothes caused your jaw to drop. You weren't used to shopping in places like this, truth be told 90% of your clothes were either thrifted or from Target, which in all fairness had done you just fine over the years so you technically hadn't needed to shop elsewhere, or at least that's what you told yourself. Spencer didn't need to be a profiler to tell you were feeling out of place, so, in an attempt to not make you feel embarrassed by your unconscious reaction, he subtly called over one of the assistants to help guide you. She quickly made her way over to you and greeted the two of you with a smile on her face and Spencer made quick work of introducing the two of you to the girl who was going to be helping you.

"I’m Faye, how can I help you guys?" She said. You looked over at Spencer who simply shrugged his shoulders and gestured for you to explain what you wanted. You were sure he was doing it to be polite but it was like he’d thrown you into the deep end and was simply watching you drown. Bastard.

"I-I need some new clothes, obviously but I'm not sure where to uh, start I guess?" You said, your cheeks heating up when you saw a small smirk creep onto his face, clearly amused at what a mess you were. Before you could think about what you were doing, you found yourself connecting your elbow with his ribs, the slight force of the unexpected motion causing him to let out a small "ow". The smile on the assistant's face grew bigger at the interaction and something about it calmed you which in turn you made you feel much more comfortable. "I just need a few basic items, shirts, jeans... things like that."

She nodded before leading you over to the back of the store where the fitting rooms and waiting area were placed, "You're welcome to take a seat as I pick out some items for you or if you prefer, feel free to have a look around yourself. Then we can try them on and see what you like best." She explained before getting out the small iPad she kept by her side.

Holy shit, you thought to yourself, this place is so fucking fancy.

"Would you mind telling me your sizes so I can get you your items?" She smiled once again before handing you the iPad. You fumbled momentarily at the transaction and entered your measurements onto the screen before giving the small tablet back to her with a smile. Out of habit your eyes slowly moved to look at Spencer who was, thankfully, lost in his own little world and hadn't caught the awkwardness of the situation, something which you were grateful for. You weren't sure why but you always seemed to be embarrassing yourself in front of him, as though the universe would collect a whole week’s worth of embarrassment and unleash it on you the moment you were near him. It sucked, it truly did.

Faye thanked you before rushing around the store picking out clothes for you to wear. The prospect of not choosing your clothes made you nervous, you weren't super into fashion, which wasn't exactly your fault. You barely had enough time to breathe so looking fashionable, or at least well put together was never a huge priority for you. Well, apart from when you were attending Dr Reid's classes, obviously. You began wandering the small vicinity around you, taking a look at the racks full of clothes you could only dream of buying. One dress, in particular, caught your eye. It was beautiful, the scarlet material slipped smoothly over your hands, and you couldn't help but lift it off the rack to take a better look. You spent a few moments taking it in, the way the chest was low cut enough to be fun but not enough to be scandalous, with thin straps that you thought would sit nicely upon your shoulders. Its simple elegance completely enamoured you.

"Do you like it?" Spencer's voice coming from behind you made you jump and you almost dropped the dress, just managing to catch it before it hit the floor. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't!" You rushed out before quickly retracting your words, "Ok well, you did but it's fine and to answer your question I do like it, it’s very...elegant" You took one last glance at the dress before placing it back on the rack and walking over to the chairs to take a seat.

“Why don’t you try it on?” He asked, seemingly genuinely confused. He took a seat next to you and looked at you intently, clearly waiting for an answer. But you couldn’t give him one, because looking at him with his eyebrows furrowed, his hair gently falling in his face as that morning’s gel wore off and with a slight pout on his face you realised that he had well and truly baffled you. There were so many sides to him that you were starting to understand that you weren’t entirely sure of who he was. You thought back to the first day that he’d called you into his office, how he’d looked at you, how he’d spoken to you, how he’d held your face in his hands. He’d been so sure, so confident in his movements and it had shocked you. But what had surprised you more was the quick change back to the nerdy, slightly awkward yet charming professor that you’d grown to know. It was almost like there was a switch, something that brought out the other side of him, and even though it was wrong, you wanted to see it again. You opened your mouth to finally reply to him but were interrupted by Faye coming back clutching several baskets of clothing.

“Okay, I got as many things as I could find that I think would look amazing on you. If you want to follow me, we can get you into a fitting room to try them on?” She spoke quickly, almost out of breath and you could only smile at her dedication to doing a good job. You nodded as you got up, ready to follow her to the row of fitting rooms when she paused for a moment and turned around taking a quick look at Spencer before looking at you, “Your boyfriend can come along as well, there’s chairs outside the rooms.” And before you could correct her, she began walking away.

You could practically feel Spencer’s gaze burning into the back of your head and if in that very moment, the earth had opened up beneath you and swallowed you up, you would’ve had no complaints. “Do you want me to join you?” He asks softly, and you can hear the hesitation in his voice.

You don’t bother turning around to answer, you’re sure you’ll melt into a puddle if you look at him, “If you want, it could be useful to have a second opinion.” If you’re quite honest you would rather be hit by an oncoming train than have him sit outside as you undressed, there would obviously be a thick plank of wood that would block his view but you would know and he would know and that was enough to make you want to say no. But you didn’t, mostly because you didn’t want to seem rude but also because there was a small part of you that didn’t want to be too far away from him, and that part was worrying you. You began following Faye, your steps quickening in an attempt to catch up to her, and you could feel Spencer walking closely behind you.

He let out a light laugh before responding, “I’m not sure how much help I’d be, my knowledge on Women's fashion is quite limited.” He paused for a moment, as though he was recalling a memory, before speaking again. “My friend Emily tried explaining the reasoning behind women and their vast amount of shoes but it was a concept I was never quite able to grasp.” The name Emily rang a bell, it sounded so familiar and you tried to remember where you’d heard it but your thoughts were, once again, interrupted by Faye walking over to you, her arms finally free of the bags and no longer out of breath.

“Oh good, you decided to join us.” She gestured towards Spencer who gave her a tight-lipped smile, one which you’d seen him do on multiple occasions especially those where you assumed he was slightly uncomfortable like when he realised most of the girls in his class were simply there because they found him attractive, yeah...that had to be one of the uncomfortable moments that you had witnessed in your entire life. “Spencer, you can take a seat right here,” She pointed out the seat that was adjacent to the door of the fitting room, “Y/N, you can find all the clothes I chose in those bags, once you’re done you hang them up on either the Yes or the No rack and we can take it from there. Give me a buzz if you need anything!” She pointed to a little button on the side of the dressing room door, and you quickly thanked her before closing the door and locking it behind you and for the first time in what felt like forever, you could breathe.

The try-on process was going pretty well, in fact, you surprisingly loved almost everything that Faye had picked out for you. There was a handful of casual tops, skirts and jeans and she’d even picked out a few formal dresses which you would never have had the hindsight to do. So yeah, it was all going pretty well, that was until you attempted to try on the last dress in the bag. It was a lovely, rather business formal black sleeveless dress that fell to your mid-thigh and hugged your form nicely. The only problem was that the zipper was impossible to zip yourself. You gave up after struggling for a few moments, opting to press the button Faye had told you to use if you needed help and sat down as you waited for her to arrive. You needed this moment to just think, reflect on what had happened, what was happening and what would happen once you left this room.

A few more moments passed with you just sitting there lost in your thoughts and yet there was no sign of Faye. You’d even tried the button a few more times but to no avail. You sighed before standing up to look in the mirror, the way you saw it you had two options: either take the dress off or, and the thought of this made you want to hurl with nerves, ask Spencer to find Faye. You took a deep breath and counted to 3 before turning around and opening the door. The slight creak caught Spencer’s attention and he looked up at you with a smile on his face.

“Are you ok?” He asked sweetly as he got up from where he was sitting. He must’ve realised the way your head was poking out of the door at an awkward angle, hastily moving so he was closer to where you were.

“Kinda.. can you do me a favour?” You replied, and he nodded in response. “Could you uh, could you get Faye for me?” You weren’t sure why you were embarrassed by this, honestly, it wasn’t embarrassing in the least and yet somehow everything you did around Spencer made you feel like a complete idiot.

“Can I ask what’s wrong? Maybe it’s something I can help with.” He responded, and you shook your head frantically. If you thought the act of asking him to call for help was bad enough to make you hurl, him being the one helping you felt like game over. There was absolutely no way you could let him do that…too bad your mouth seemed to disagree with any logic your brain was suggesting.

“I just need to do up my zipper.” You said, attempting to point to the undone zipper on your back before realising you were still hidden by the door meaning he couldn’t see it. You awkwardly shuffled away from the door to open it further and allow him to see what you meant. It wasn’t rocket science and you knew he would’ve understood without the visual demonstration, and yet you didn’t stop.

“I can do that.” He said without hesitation, and it honestly took you by surprise. He must’ve seen the way your eyebrow shot up because he quickly spoke again, “Only if that’s okay with you.” And despite all your intentions to say no, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting a small, “yes” tumble out of your mouth.

You moved back into the tiny space and he slowly followed behind, keeping enough of a distance to allow you to turn around so that you were facing the mirror. Your gaze was fixed on his reflection, watching as his eyes trailed down your nicely accentuated figure. Your eyes locked with his as he looked back up, his cheeks turning red as his fingers nimbly began moving the hair away from the zippers reach. The featherlight brush of his fingertips against the bare skin of your shoulders sent shivers down your spine and you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. His hand travelled down your back as he maintained eye contact with you and despite all your mental efforts to look away, you physically couldn’t, it was as though you were enchanted by him. The power he held over you was evident in the smallest of ways, and no matter how hard you both tried to convince yourselves that there was nothing more than a professional relationship between the two of you, every accidental touch and sideways glance weakened your resolve bit by bit. He easily slid the zipper up and stepped away from you, looking at you through the mirror. His eyes softened as he began speaking, “Wow...you look…” but before he could finish, Faye knocked on the slightly ajar door and peeked her head through. She really needs to work on timing, you thought to yourself.

“Is everything ok in here? I’m so sorry, I got caught up with another customer. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience.” She said, her eyes darting between you and Spencer.

“Everything’s great, thank you!” You said hastily as you attempted to get Spencer to leave the room, “I just needed some help with my zipper but it’s sorted.” Spencer slowly backed away and sat back in his seat, disheartened by the way your moment had been cut short, but you, on the other hand, were relieved. It’s not that you didn’t love the way he looked at you, the way he touched you or the way he acted with you. But it was too much all at once, you were barely getting over the whole deal. There’s no way you were in the right headspace to start something... right?

“Great! Do you want to go over what you want to keep?” She asked but you shook your head, at this point you just wanted to get out of this room, out of this store and quite frankly out of this mall. She nodded and walked back out but not before telling you to put your keeps in a bag and bring them to the checkouts. You got dressed back into the clothes you were wearing when you entered, you never thought you’d find such comfort in cheap polyester and an oversized cardigan that didn’t even belong to you. You quickly gathered all your things in their bags and walked out.

“I’m all done.” You said without looking up from the floor, but when you were met with no response your eyes drifted up to where he should’ve been sat. Keyword being should’ve-- meaning he wasn’t there. There was no trace of him ever being there and you looked around frantically before walking out of the fitting room areas to the checkouts, keeping an eye out for him the entire time. Your heart was racing with both fear and anxiety, what if this had all been some elaborate joke? A prank perhaps? But you quickly shook those possibilities from your head, there’s no way Spencer would do that, right? You were nervously chewing on your lip whilst rocking back and forth on the balls on your feet when Faye walked up to you again.

“Y/N! Ready to pay?” She asked kindly, and your eyes widened with worry. In all the excitement of the last hour, you had completely forgotten the main part of this trip, payment.

“Uh, about that... the man that I was with? Do you know where he went?” You asked her, your fingers playing with the soft fabric of the cardigan to distract yourself from the stress you were about to crumble under.

“Spencer? He said he’d be right back, he left us his card so we can process your transaction and get you outta here don’t worry!” She spoke cheerily and if she saw the way your shoulders dropped in relief she didn’t mention it. She took the bag from your hand and began to scan the items before dropping them into another large glossy white bag and you didn’t doubt that the single-use bag was probably worth more than you would ever be. “Right, I’ll just put the card through for you it should just be a minute.” She asked you a few questions whilst the two of you waited for the transaction to go through, just simple things about school and whether you’d liked the clothes but for the most part it was quiet. It was no fault of hers, you were just so lost in your worries that holding a conversation wasn’t even feasible and you were just grateful she understood that. The sound of the receipt printing along with the rustling as she threw it into the bag with the clothes broke the momentary silence. “Here you go, thank you so much for shopping with us and we hope to see you back here soon.” She had a wide smile on her face as she handed you the bag and Spencer’s card.

“Thank you for all your help.” You replied, expressing your gratitude before taking the bag from her and walking out of the store. You walked over to an empty bench to take a seat finally understanding why people said shopping was tiring, you were fucking exhausted. Taking out your phone to check the time you saw an email from your landlord, your heart sunk as you read what it said,

Resident of Apartment 203,

The damage is more extensive than we thought. I have been advised to let you know you will be unable to return to the apartment for at least a week. I have also been told to allow you to collect a few essential items for your time away which I can do today before 6. Otherwise, you will not have access to your apartment indefinitely.

Lenny Martin (Building Landlord)

Fuck. What the fuck were you going to do, it was already 5:23pm.

“Are you ok?” Your head shot up to find Spencer staring down at you in concern. You quickly stood up and put your phone back in your pocket before replying.

“Where did you go?” You asked him, completely ignoring his question.

“I had to uh, do something.” The vagueness of his answer should’ve piqued your curiosity but the email you’d just received had stolen all of your attention. You just hummed in response before digging into your pocket, looking for his card.

“Here,” You said quickly as you began walking away from him and towards the escalator. It was as though his brain had to take a second to process what was happening, he paused in place, his card hanging loosely from his hand as he watched you move further away.

“Y/N?” He said, finally pulling himself to there and walking quickly to catch up with you. “What happened? Where are you going?”

“I just- I have to get home. Thank you for everything, I truly appreciate it but I- I have to go home.” You were trying so hard to keep a calm facade but it wasn’t working, Spencer could see the panic and worry on your face and he softened at the sight of you close to tears.

“Okay… okay I’ll take you home is that ok?” He couldn’t stop himself, his hands came up to hold your shoulders, his thumbs stroking the skin in a way that soothed your nerves a bit. You weren’t sure how to respond--you needed to leave, but you didn’t want to leave him.

“Thank you.” Was all you were able to say as his hand moved to take the bag from yours, his other hand wrapping around your shoulder to guide you back to his car. There was something about his touch, the warmth that spread through you at his gentle hold and for a brief moment, you felt like everything was going to be alright.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 4 years ago

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 7

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: None? I think? Please let me know if I missed something Notes: This is incredibly dialogue heavy, and I actually don't feel as confident about this chapter as some of the past ones? Hopefully y'all like it, I mean at least the ending is cute (or cheesy, depending on who you ask). PS: Not sure how many chapters there will be in total, other than at least 3 more (one of which ill, in fact, get a little h*rny again. actually, h*rnier). Past Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne, Pt. 2: Overture, Pt. 3: Accelerando, Pt. 4: Toccata, Pt. 5: Poco a Poco, Pt. 6: Elegy

Chapter 7: Harmony

“We need to talk, yeah?” Daniela asked, nearly stuttering, a sort of nervous that you had never seen her exhibit before. The first thing you think is that she’s really, really cute when she doesn’t know what to do. After that you actually process what she said. Relief floods your chest, followed by warmth, and you make a mental note to thank Bela the next time you see her. In the meantime, you were unable to contain your happiness. Out of instinct you move closer to Daniela, smiling softly, quietly reaching one of your hands towards hers. There’s no hesitance in her response. Instead of taking your hand she pulls you in for a hug, opting to rest her chin against your shoulder. Admittedly you’re a little surprised, but you return the motion nonetheless. “Oh, little songbird…”

Heart racing, you softly press against Daniela, turning your head so that you could place a single, brief kiss against her exposed collarbone. For a moment the two of you just stay like that, holding each other close. When you pull away, remembering that you still hadn’t said anything, you find that Daniela is blushing from the neck up. In turn, the sight makes you blush. You can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through her hair. Though you can’t see yourself, you know your eyes are filled with affection.

“I love when you look at me like this,” Daniela whispered, not entirely meaning to voice her thoughts. Then you’re blushing harder, smile small but sweet. “Mmm, you’re just darling, aren’t you?”

“Not nearly as much as yourself, my Lady. To be in your company is to be the luckiest soul in the world. I cannot even begin to describe the feelings of which you inspire in me,” you replied, trying not to stumble over your words, barely able to process any thoughts other than ‘pretty lady likes me ahh’. Thankfully, you still remembered a few tricks from language arts class. Who knew studying the classics could make you more romantic? At least one English teacher, probably. “I’ll have plenty of time to try, though… after we talk about things, that is. Is there somewhere private we can talk? I’m not terribly eager for your mother to overhear.”

“Are you sure we can’t talk about how much you like me for a while longer?” Daniela asked, faking a pout. When you perk a brow at her antics, she shifts a little, forcing herself to be a little more serious (at least for the time being). “If you insist, my sweet thing. I’d suggest my room-” she winks at you- “but I doubt we’d stay talking for long, would we? Maybe the library? Neither of my sisters tend to go there around this time of day, and I can hardly remember the last time mother went there.”

“Well, no one from the day shift is scheduled to organize things until later this week, so… sounds like a date to me,” you chimed, enjoying the way that Daniela’s face lit up in response. “There’s just one thing I have to take care of first. Wouldn’t want my roommates to think something has happened to me, now would we?” With that said you linked your arm with your partner’s, setting off towards the servants quarters.

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“Oh thank goodness, we were starting to get worried!” Daphne exclaimed as you quietly ducked into your room. For a second you freeze in place, hoping to whatever higher powers may be that she hadn’t seen Daniela behind you. Certainly the vampire would have moved out of sight?... Despite your assumption, you do see Daphne hesitate for a moment, gazing at the now closed door. Thinking quickly, you give a little wave to draw her attention elsewhere. Seemingly it works like a charm, with her attention returning to you, and so you release an internal sigh of relief. Now you just had to think of an excuse for why you’d be staying up late.

“It’s fine- I’m fine, really. Just had to carry something for one of the Ladies,” you lied, trying not to be specific enough to possibly contradict facts you weren’t aware of. “I, uh, kinda have to go back out, though? There are some piano books I need to find before tomorrow morning. I’ve already found a few, but apparently there’s at least one that goes over some technical practice songs, and I think D-” you almost wince, but lean into it, stuttering instead- “th-think that Lady Daniela would enjoy the variety. Not sure how long it’ll take me to find the books, so don’t stay up waiting for me. I promise I’ll still get enough sleep to function tomorrow.”

“So the lessons haven’t been canceled? That’s good to hear,” Daphne said, nodding slowly. The words catch you off guard, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion. Noticing your expression, your roommate is quick to explain. “After whatever happened yesterday… we weren’t sure if we’d ever hear you play again. Not that we know what happened, just that Lady Daniela was, well, upset, and you stopped playing sooner than usual. But I suppose if the lessons were canceled completely… I doubt Lady Dimitrescu would let you go that easily, huh?”

Again, you shift awkwardly, wondering how Daniela must feel hearing all of this. But just like that Daphne shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and gives a little shrug.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay? I know you already promised, but we both know you’ll lose track of time if you aren’t careful. If you aren’t in bed by the time the sun reaches its peak, I swear we are gonna have words!” Both of you laugh before Daphne waves you off with a smile. Still, you wait to open the door until she (and the other maidens) has her back to you. Better safe than sorry, right?

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Somehow the room felt different in a million ways, now that you were here with Daniela. There was something about the way she moved, freely, eyes and fingers running down the spines of familiar books. Even if you had not seen it before, it felt like the library was overflowing with magic. What I would give, you think, to see the whole world tinted in shades of her. Again you find yourself blushing as you followed Daniela towards a small sitting area. One of the chairs is practically a recliner, with plenty of space, and you realize what she has planned mere moments before she acts.

Next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer to her, practically lifted into the air. Then you’re falling back, right on top of a giggling Daniela. By the time you’ve regained your senses, you’re in her lap, held just tight enough to keep you from getting up. She’s watching your face closely, smirking with pure satisfaction.

“Are we going to be able to talk like this?” You asked, a little unsure yourself, already distracted by the soft curve of her jawline. Even as you speak you’re eying her, imagining what it would feel like to trail kisses along her skin until she was restless… Thankfully she responds before your mind gets too carried away.

“Of course we are, little songbird. Probably. If you behave,” Daniela teased, gently playing with your hair as she did. You can’t help but laugh when she suggests that you are the one who needs to control yourself. “Alright, alright, I get your point. I just… I think that it’s easier for me to, fuck, I don’t know. Relax? It’s easier for me to relax like this, holding you, getting to kiss that lovely neck of yours-” she pauses to demonstrate- “and that means I won’t freak out like last time. Or so goes my thought process, anyway.”

“In that case…” You’re sitting perpendicular to her now, still holding on tight. One hand cups her cheek, gently caressing the skin, before you lean in for a kiss. The two of you enjoy yourselves for a minute, glad to have this time together, more glad to be reassured of each other’s affection. To think that you wouldn’t even be able to meet her gaze if not for Bela’s intervention… Eventually you pull back, knowing that you did need to talk. “I care about you, firefly, and I want things between us to be real, and healthy, but I…”

The words died in your throat, a lump you couldn’t quite swallow, when memories sprung up like weeds in your brain. Communication mattered to you for a thousand reasons, and you weren’t blind to the irony of one of those reasons making you freeze up.

“I haven’t… done this before, not for real,” Daniela replied, mistaking your paues for uncertainty. “Apparently being an immortal, blood-drinking princess is only attractive in the realm of fiction. Maidens only ever seemed interested in a fleeting rush, or a fraction of a chance at an escape. They didn’t care for romance.” Now her tone gets bitter, and her eyebrows furrow. You can see her shoulders tense up, raising a little, making you try to snap out of your own thoughts for a few moments. By the time she speaks again, you’ve started to gently rub her back. “Maybe I should have paid more attention to my novels. How often does the monster actually get a happy ending?” She says the words with a hollow laugh. Still, she’s relaxed a little under your touch, even leaning into it.

“You’ve… done some bad things. Hurt a lot of people, and I can’t pretend that doesn’t scare me,” you started to say, ignoring the heartache you feel when you see Daniela’s hurt expression. “But you’re more than that. You’re soft, cute, and mischievous. More than that… I can tell that you want something beautiful. We can have that, we can make that, for ourselves, with our own hands and our own desires. But we can’t use stories as a blueprint. We can’t rely on what we’ve read, not when everything the two of us do is brand new. Not when-” you close your eyes, fighting back tears, glimpsing fragments of your last relationship- “not when I’ve already been hurt by my own misconceptions. The things we read aren’t always real, or right, or anything like what we need. What we deserve.”

“Something tells me you’re holding back a little,” Daniela murmured, barely able to get the words out. It almost looks like she’s close to crying, but her cheeks are dry, and her voice is steady. “But you’re right. What we have is better than anyone could write, anyway. You’re my little songbird, and I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Even if I have to figure out this whole ‘communication’ thing. I suppose that means I should… come clean. About a few things.” There’s a clear hesitance to her voice, like she’s embarrassed, and she’s speaking slower than usual. A blush rises to her cheeks before she takes a deep breath.

“We don’t have to talk about everything right now, if you aren’t ready. We’ve already made good progress, I think, even if half of it might be because of your sisters. Well, sister, singular. Cassandra throwing me into that wall really didn’t help anyone. Except maybe the chiropractor I will inevitably need to see,” you joked, remembering your earlier conversation with Bela.

“Hold up for a fucking second, Cassandra did what? I’m going to replace all her paint brushes with stained carpet strips, and that’s if she apologizes. Nobody fucks with my baby,” Daniela snapped, expression as serious as can be. Normally you found her anger to be terrifying. Now that she was directing it at someone else? And on your behalf?... Maybe it was a tiny bit cute. Which you tried to show, by gently bringing her in for another kiss. Of course, Daniela isn’t quite as gentle, instead kissing you hard, holding you as closely as she can. There’s a bit of possessiveness in her grip, and it makes you tense up. But as soon as you do she’s pulling back, breathing hard, eyes weighed down with concern.

“Y’know, I think she was just mad that I made you cry. And if I found out someone made you cry, I would be pretty angry. Not that I’d throw someone, partially because I don’t think I could, but still. It’s… almost cute how much your sisters care about you. Almost, just not quite,” you said, eager to draw the attention away from your reaction. Like you had told Daniela, it was okay if you weren’t ready to talk about everything. “Speaking of that, I can’t believe I haven’t apologized yet. I panicked so much, I didn’t even realize I was yelling until you picked me up. No matter how frustrated I was, I shouldn’t have-”

“Don’t, please,” Daniela interrupted, eyes closing for a moment. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing. I pinned you to the wall, and not for the usual reason!” There’s a bit of panic in her expression, and you get the feeling that she’s beating herself up inside about it. Which, based on what you had thought about what you had done, was understandable.

“Consider this: We both fucked up, and we’ve both acknowledged it now, so we could just… not talk about our regrets? At least for now,” you countered, glad to see Daniela relax and nod in response. Leaning in, you shift to rest your head against her shoulder, wanting to enjoy her proximity more. “Hey… if I’m your songbird, and you’re my firefly… are we, I don’t know… officially a couple now?”

“I was under the impression that we already were,” Daniela said, clearly a little confused. While you technically agreed with her… there was another part of you that wanted to have a little fun.

“You never asked, and I know I never did either, so…” Now you’re looking up at her, smile wide, heart beating faster than normal. “Lady Daniela, firefly of house Dimitrescu, lover of romance novels, player of pianos, keeper of my heart… Will you do me the honor of allowing me to court you? To be yours, officially, in the pursuit of affection and happiness like the village- nay, the world- has never before seen? Will you be my girlfriend?”

“How’s this for an answer, songbird?” Daniela cooed. Then she was lifting your chin from her shoulder, turning her head and bringing you closer. Your lips touch, as gentle as can be. It’s a short kiss, but one radiating with love, that ends with your foreheads pressed against each other. In this moment, you feel like you could stay in her arms for the rest of eternity. “Yes. Absolutely yes, obviously, a thousand times. I could never say no to you, especially not now, with your eyes so desperate for the sight of me, and your lips so begging to be kissed. Now, how about we celebrate, hmm?”

Just as Daphne had predicted, you end up staying awake far too late, but you were all the happier for it.

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #is this any good #today was a bit weird #kinda tired sorry

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samadiw · 4 years ago

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Knickers - Part 05 - We need to talk 🤐

D : "You smell good."

Hermione jumps

H : "Shit, you scared me, Malfoy."

Draco smirks and leans in closer.

D : "Didn't you ask me to meet you here?"

Hermione nods nervously.

H : "I did...."

She eyes him in his all black ensemble.

Merlin, he looked sexy as fuck.

H : "Umm, why aren't you in uniform?

Draco smiles fondly.

D : "My mother asked to see me, she misses me."

Hermione's heart melted.

H : "Oh, is she okay?"

D : "Yes, she's doing quite well, thank you."

Draco trails Hermione's bottom lip with his thumb.

D : "Its been hours since we kissed."

Hermione leans into his touch, her lips part and she whispers.

H : "Yes, I think it's time you refresh my memory, Malfoy."

Their lips touch and Draco deepens the embrace oblivious to their surroundings.

The sound of books falling to the ground interrupts them, they break apart and turn to the source.

A frightened 1st year stares at them.

Draco narrows his eyes menacingly.

D : "Move along, repeat what you saw to no one."

The terrified boy nods vigorously

Hermione rolls her eyes.

H : "Must you scare them."

Draco puts his hands in his pockets and raises a brow.

D : "Must we hide?"

Hermione looks at the blonde intently.

H : "I thought we agreed to keep our encounters secret."

Draco grins mischievously.

D : "Yeah, it does add to the fun, doesn't it?"

He closes the gap between them and traps her with his body.

D : "Meeting up randomly and snogging in forbidden places."

His fingers travel up her thigh and disappear under her skirt.

Hermione gasps but let's Draco do as he pleases.

Draco drawls seductively.

D : "Makes you feel dirty and adventurous, doesn't it?"

He presses flush against her.

D : "You get off thinking about me, Granger?"

Almost every night, but she wasn't going to tell him that.

Hermione rolls her eyes.

H : "Oh please, I have better things to do than masturbate every single night.

His long practiced fingers push aside the cotton underwear that covers her sex and strokes her inner folds.

Hermione whimpers and throws her head back in pleasure.

Draco grins in satisfaction

D : "Plenty wet now."

Laughter from the next aisle brings Hermione crashing back to her senses, she steps away from Draco and warns.

H : "Stop, there's alot of people around."

Draco chuckles.

D : "Why did you want to meet in the library, Granger? Is there a fantasy you've suppressed and want to bring to life?

Hermione averts her gaze and blushes.

H : "I, umm, have something to discuss with you."

Draco eyes the nervous Gryffindor.

D : "Go on, I'm listening."

Hermione's cheeks redden further and she stares at her feet.

H : "So, umm, Valentine's day is coming up and...."

Draco brings his hand up and interrupts.

D : "I'm going to stop you right there, I don't believe in fucking Valentine's day."

D : "It's a money making bloody ridiculous day."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment but she hides it well.

H : "Oh, I see, then this conversation is quite pointless."

Draco frowns.

D : "Granger, finish what you started to say."

Hermione grabs a large book and holds it tightly to her chest, she averts her eyes again and mumbles.

H : "Umm, no...I have to go."

Draco watches in confusion as Hermione hurries away from him.

Over the next few days Hermione ignored Draco and his advances.

She gave him various bullshit excuses.

What he did however see was Michael Corner (The sodding Head boy and shite Quidditch player.) Chatting up the witch he had been secretly snogging.

In frustration Draco walks towards The Great Hall and sees a bunch of people crowding around a bright red poster.

He walks upto Blaise and Theo

D : "What's going on?"

Theo grins excitedly.

T : "Valentine's day party."

Draco frowns and leers

D : "You can't be fucking serious."

Theo rolls his eyes and retorts sarcastically.

T : "Yes, yes, we are well aware of your crazy feelings about the day."

He smacks his forehead.

T : "Fuck, I've got to ask Luna."

Blaise nods in agreement.

B : "Good idea, mate, I'm going to ask Patil before some other fucker does."

Theo raises a brow and quips.

T : "Will you be joining the festivities with your mystery witch or are you going to drown your quacker ideologies in a bottle of firewhiskey?"

Draco sneers.

D : "First of all, theres no bloody mystery woman and second, well, yeah...maybe I'll ask someone."

It dawns on him.

Fuck, was this what Granger wanted to talk to him about before he rudely interrupted her?

Malfoy, you fucking donkey.

He had to find her

Draco looked around wildly, Granger was nowhere in sight.

D : "I have to go."

Theo asks suspiciously.

T : "Where?"

Draco glares sternly.

D : "None of your bloody business."

Theo chokes back a sob mockingly.

T : "It's like we dont know you anymore."

Draco rolls his eyes

D : "Stop acting like a possessive girlfriend, Theo."

Theo pouts and sticks his tongue out.

T : "You used to tell me everything."

Blaise rolls his eyes

B : "Stop your moaning."

Draco turns to sprint down the corridor to find Hermione but bumps into Corner instead.

D : "Watch where you're going, you insufferable git."

M : "Mind your attitude, Malfoy."

Hermione steps out from behind Michael and bends to pick the books she dropped.

M : "Are you okay, Hermione?"

Her eyes dart from the poster to Draco

H : "Yes, I'm fine."

Draco rounds on Hermione and asks desperately.

D : "Granger, can I speak to you?"

He throws a look of disgust at Michael and demands.

D : "In private."

Hermione puts her books in her bag and shakes her head.

H : "Sorry, I'll be late for class, let's catch up later."

Did she just disregard him like he was some unworthy piece of shit?

Hermione disappears into the Hall and Michael high fives Terry Boot.

Boot asks at once.

TB : "Did you ask Granger to the party?"

Michael frowns and shakes his head.

M : "I didnt get the chance, she's always got something going on."

M : "What I wouldn't give to tap that."

Draco heard word for word, he balls his hands into fists and controlls his raging temper.

Terry laughs.

TB : "You better get a move on then."

Michael nods enthusiastically.

M : "Yeah, I'm going to do it now and get it over with."

Draco almost drops his books and bag.

What the fuck?

What was this weird feeling of icy cold doom he felt in the pit of his stomach?

It slowly turned to blinding rage and he tried to tame it.

What he wanted to do was grab Corner by his robes and beat the mediocre wizard into a bloody mess.

Draco doubles over and fights the bile that rises.

Blaise eyes his best friend in concern.

B : "Er, you okay, mate?"

Theo frowns.

T : "Fuck, is he going to be sick?"

Blaise quips.

B : "Chill, hes feeling several emotions at once."

Theo raises a brow in question

T : "What?"

Blaise starts to count.

B : "1, 2, 3...."

It hits Draco like a ton of bricks.

He fucking liked Granger...alot.

Hook ups and random kissing aside, he wanted more.

Shite...

Draco straightens with renewed purpose.

D : "I need to go."

Blaise smirks and nods.

B : "Yeah, you do that, mate."

Draco rushes into The Great Hall

Theo stares after Draco's distraught figure.

T : "What the fuck is going on?"

Blaise lazily points to the Hall.

B : "Let's go watch, shall we?"

Michael reaches the Gryffindor table first and taps Hermione on the shoulder.

Everything happens so fast.

Draco runs at breakneck speed and tackles the unsuspecting Ravenclaw, they go crashing to the ground.

Everyone around them gets to their feet and stares at the struggling men on the floor.

Theo takes a step forward but Blaise holds him back.

B : "Let Draco handle this."

Michael groans and rubs his bruised side.

M : "What the fuck is wrong with you, Malfoy?"

Hermione crosses her arms over her chest and asks impatiently.

H : "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Both men get to their feet and try to adjust their tangled school robes.

Michael opens his mouth to speak, but Draco waves his wand effortlessly and places a silencio charm over the Head boy

Corner glares sternly and makes obscene hand gestures.

Draco clears his throat quickly and blurts out.

D : "Granger, will you go with me to this stupid Valentine's thing?"

Hermione blushes and grins triumphantly.

H : "People are staring at you."

D : "Fucking let them, I don't care, go with me?"

H : "I'll think about it."

Michael grins smugly.

Draco is indignant.

D : "Really? Are you fucking serious?"

Hermione steps closer and kisses Draco lightly on the lips.

H : "Of course, I'll go with you."

Theres pin drop silence, the entire body of students and teachers were staring at them with their mouths hanging open and eyes wide, except Slughorn.

He continued to eat his breakfast.

PS : "Minvera, my dear, I believe, you owe me hundred Galleons, did I not tell you the unlikely duo were a couple of sorts?"

McGonagall stares at Draco and Hermione in shock.

PM : "You did indeed, I just never believed it."

Draco smiles fondly.

D : "Marvellous, see you in potions, Granger."

Michael stares at the scene before him dumbfounded.

Draco mutters the counter spell.

D : "Oh sorry, Corner."

Draco slides in next to Theo at the Slytherin table.

His housemates gossip around him.

Theo continues to stare at his best friend and asks in disbelief.

T : "Granger?"

Its Blaise who answers.

B : "Yes, Granger, you need to learn to be more observant, Nott."

T : "Hermione Granger?"

Draco bites into a piece of buttered toast and grins.

D : "She's brilliant, mate."

The second Hermione sits down, Ron expresses his rather colourful feelings.

R : "Malfoy??"

Ginny snorts into her pumpkin juice.

G : "You are incredibly thick, Ron."

Harry laughs.

Ha : "I knew you were doing something, but I didn't think it was Malfoy."

Hermione blushes.

H : "No, umm, we haven't."

Ron looks at them in disgust.

R : "She kissed the snake."

Hermione smirks smugly

H : "I've been kissing him for weeks."

Ron looks like he's about to vomit.

R : "That's disgusting, you know that's Malfoy, right?"

Hermione rolls her eyes exasperatedly.

H : "Yes, I know, now drop it."

She looks around and scolds

H : "And that goes for the lot of you."

Ron bites into a sausage savagely.

R : "The world is going bloody bonkers."

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catzula · 4 years ago

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Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

A/N: the title inspired by Cigarettes after sex’s song because I was listening to that as I wrote lol, but um, I hope you like this! I’m really bad at comforting people irl so I don’t know how I did in writing

ps: I literally have an exam week coming up, most of them being subjects I have no idea wtf we’re doing but look at me writing a comfort fic for failing exams instead of studying for them

pairing: Iwaizumi x reader

genre: fluff and comfort

warnings: one swear word?? I think?? also it’s 2.2k, first time I was able to write something this short hehe

synopsis: A failed exam had you stressed out of your mind, thank god your boyfriend is always there to pick you back up.

repost cuz tumblr went no ❤ and it didn’t show in the tags

You knew you had failed your exam when your teacher gave you that look. You knew it when they smiled softly as they placed your paper in front of you, giving you a sympathetic pat as they told you to just study for the next time.

Study for the next time. What an insult, you thought. As if you hadn’t studied for it, as if you didn’t give it your best and still failed. Your teacher didn’t seem to agree, though, when they smiled and walked past you, not giving it a second thought as they walked away.

Some of your friends came to you to check and compare your grades or to see if you did any of the questions right that they had wrong. Well, you hadn’t. Feeling the urge to cry surfacing on your mask of ‘I didn’t study enough, I guess, I’ll do better the next time’ smile, you bit your lips anxiously, trying to pull yourself together.

It wasn’t the time or the place to cry. You gave your paper back to your teacher, excusing yourself for the bathroom to get some fresh air and free yourself from the suffocating questions of ’what did you get? Ah, I did that wrong, too! Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do better next time.’

The tears you had been suppressing started to overpower you, the stinging in your eyes felt unbearable, and you finally let go, letting yourself cry, letting the demons in your mind whisper you the things you didn’t want to hear.

A sob shook your shoulders, just as you saw Oikawa walking down the corridor, and you quickly hid behind a door. You liked Oikawa, you were close, but he was closer to your boyfriend, Iwaizumi, and you knew he would tell him, and it would get complicated after that.

He stopped when you hid, looking around suspiciously to see what that was. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, and you were sure he was going to find you.

You didn’t expect him to, however, suddenly pull his phone out with a scared look in his eyes and cry for help in a whiny voice. “Iwa-chan, help me, I just saw a ghost!”

***

2.07 a.m.

You were going to wake up at 6 a.m, and you had to go to sleep quickly, but you couldn’t. Not with all these thoughts consuming your mind, making it impossible for you to do anything but panic.

Sometimes, things just didn’t go the way you wanted them to go. How much you studied, whatever you did, it all just kept going downhill, and it felt like you would never be able to catch up again.

You had to study. More, apparently. Even more and more and more, and it was never enough. Were you not smart enough? Why weren’t you enough? Why could everyone else do it, and you couldn’t? You had to do good with these! You couldn’t afford to fail if you wanted a future, right?

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes, but you had to get it together. Crying won’t change anything, you told yourself, you should be studying instead.

You had avoided Iwaizumi that day, knowing you would either break down crying the second you saw him or do something as embarrassing. Even if you didn’t, he could always tell when you felt down, no matter how you tried to hide it, and you didn’t want him to know how pathetic you were feeling.

But most of all, you were afraid, afraid he will think the same things as you and everyone else did. You knew he wouldn’t, it was an irrational thought, but you still couldn’t help but be afraid.

Still, you had missed him, oh, how much you had missed him. A part of you wanted Iwaizumi there, right beside you, to hug you, tell you it was okay, that you were good enough, that there was nothing wrong with you, and he loved you.

A ’ding’ came from your phone, making you jump in your place and waking you from your thoughts. You lazily reached for your phone, but before you even got to see the text, a knock on your door made you stop instead.

Your brows furrowed. It was 2 a.m for god’s sake, who the hell was knocking on your door at this hour? You waited a few seconds, thinking the person was gone but jumped in surprise when you heard the knocks again, this time slightly harder.

“Okay, okay- I’m coming!” You muttered angrily as you stomped towards the door, not expecting to see your boyfriend standing there when you opened the wooden door.

“Hey, baby.” He smiled, the charming smile he learned to do from Oikawa, instantly causing your heartbeat to pick up. You didn’t know what happened, you had meant to smile and greet him back, but before you knew it, you were already between his bulky arms, crying with sobs that shook your body.

He, however, seemed to have expected this reaction, his arms wrapping you and pulling you to his chest immediately. He was cold, his hands chilly and face slightly red because of the cold, but he somehow still felt warm, lost between his arms, you felt warm, warmer than you had ever felt in a long time.

It felt odd how relieved you were to have him there, you felt like he was all you needed, like it was all going to be all right if he was there next to you, supporting you.

“Shh, baby,” He whispered to your hair as if he had read your mind. “It’s okay.”

You weren’t sure just how long you stood there, between his arms, crying everything you felt out, him whispering soft words at you, and it felt both like an eternity and a second, and by the time you had stopped crying, he was already warmed up.

He could tell when you started to calm down a bit, now left with soft sighs and occasional sobs. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, pulling back slightly to look at your face.

You shook your head, only then noticing the paper cup and the paper bag he had in his hand, a sweet and bitter coffee smell coming from them. He noticed you looking, smiling softly. “I bought your favorite coffee and that shitty cookie you like.” He explained, his cheeks tinting a slight pink when you looked at him with wide eyes, shock written in them.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m capable of doing things like this, too. I am a good boyfriend!” He protested with a frown, making you laugh. “I didn’t say anything.” You told him with a mischievous smile, and ever the honest man he is, it didn’t take long for him to sigh.

“Oikawa told me you felt down today at school and gave me… tips.” He admitted, the pink of his cheeks slowly turning to red. “Tips?” You repeated, trying to hold your laughter in, but he noticed, his frown growing.

“Yeah, he told me to buy ice-cream, that idiot, is he not aware of the fucking weather? So I bought your favorite coffee and cookie, instead.” He kept talking. Iwaizumi was never the one to talk much, but he always rambled so when he was embarrassed. The way his jade green eyes wandered over your face, you knew he tried to tell if you would’ve preferred the ice-cream.

"I like this much better. I was cold, anyway.” You muttered, aware of the smile he tried to suppress. He sent you a glance before he sat on your couch, his eyes looking at you as if he expected you to sit next to him, which you did. Biting your lip anxiously, you settled on the place next to him, not expecting him to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you back into him, not that you complained, of course.

You inhaled his smell, the familiar scent of pine and a whiff of mint calmed you in a way you didn’t expect. “Will you tell me what happened?” The question caused your anxiety to rise almost immediately, and he was aware of that, too.

“You don’t have to, you know."

"I do.” You answered, once again burying yourself in silence, trying to gather the courage, and he knew it, not pushing you and giving you time, his hand caressing your hair softly.

“I failed another exam today.” You whispered, your voice strained and a lump forming in your throat. You kept talking when he didn’t, his silence comforting you. “Sensei told me to just study for it next time,” you spat the words, chuckling darkly. He knew how much you had studied for it, how hard you had worked.

He was the one who reminded you to eat, to sleep, to drink something and brought coffee and food, after all. He was there when you cried because of frustration, because of how tired you were, he was there, holding you between his arms as his heartbeats lulled you into a much-needed sleep.

And he was here once again, and that comforted you more than anything else could.

“I worked so hard, Iwa!” You suddenly exclaimed, feeling the tears forming once again. Maybe you hadn’t worked hard enough, or even you hadn’t worked at all and- “I know, baby.” He told you, silencing the whispers in your mind.

“You worked well, worked so hard.” He kept talking, his deep voice not letting you think anything else but his words. “You gave it your all.” It was such a nice feeling to have your hard work accepted, even though it hadn’t given a result, it felt comforting to know he knew just how much you studied instead of saying you’ll do better, work harder as if you hadn’t given it your all.

“Then- then why didn’t happen? Why did I fail when I gave it my all?” You sobbed, nuzzling your face to his chest, focusing on his breaths. “I don’t know.” He simply stated the words you needed to hear.

I don’t know. Somehow, that felt better than the cheesy excuses everyone kept telling you.

“But you can’t beat yourself up like this.” He went on, pulling back slightly to look in your eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart, or that you studied all that for nothing, but it’s not. Exams aren’t the things that define you or your intelligence. They aren’t as important as people tell us, hell, I can’t even remember what I did wrong on the last math exam, and I had failed at that one. I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered at least one thing if it was important.”

You shook your head, not able to accept his words. “They are important, Iwa. They are what defines our future, and I- I failed-”

“No,” he told you patiently, “they aren’t what defines our future, you do. It’s just a shitty piece of paper, nothing more. I know you’re disappointed, okay? I know what you’re feeling, and I know you want to do nothing but study, don’t eat or sleep, and just fix this, but I can’t let you.”

“I can’t let you do that, I can’t let you hurt yourself like this.” The way his green eyes looked at yours with worry, it was all you needed to pull yourself back together. He was there, wasn’t he? Nothing could go bad or hurt you when he stood next to you.

Just a shitty piece of paper, you thought of his words, chuckling slightly, and he felt his heartbeat pick up, the weight on his chest of seeing you like that lifting slowly. “Okay,” you whispered, you smile growing bigger and bigger.

“Did you eat today?” He asked, sighing when you shook your head side to side. “Eat your cookie.”

You nodded, taking a bite and forcing him to take one, too, laughing at how he crinkled his nose when he tasted it. “How do you eat this?”

You shrugged and took another bite, the hunger you suppressed the whole day once again making itself noticeable. “Can you stay the night?” You asked as you took a sip from your coffee, almost spitting it back out when his eyes widened with shock, cheeks reddening. “I- I didn’t mean it that way!”

“I know,” he laughed, although his cheeks were still bright red. “I can stay."

"Thank you.” You told him with a smile, and he could swear he knew he would do anything to see that smile on your lips for the rest of your life, from coming at your door at ice-cold weather at 2 a.m. to jumping off a bridge.

So he smiled back, eyes closing and drifting in a deep sleep as you lay on the top of his chest, feeling safer than you had ever felt.

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