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The Thrill of the Chase
pairing: Logan Howlett x Female Mutant!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 7.1K summary: Logan ate part of your sandwich, so you stole his cigars. Things turn out differently from what you were expecting.
warnings: fluff and smut, teasing, slight predator/prey trope, banter, making out, dirty talk, oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, soft!dom Logan
Author's Note: My first Logan fic! X-Men used to be my world and the fact it is making a comeback has rejuvenated me. Also, I was picturing Logan from the first three trilogies but DOFP!Logan also crossed my mind so :)
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It was getting close to evening, everyone doing their own thing to unwind after a long day of classes and teaching. You had planned to do the same thing, planning to grab a quick bite in the kitchen before getting ready to relax in your room. You were whipping up a quick and easy sandwich, assembling it onto a plate before moving it to the island in the middle of the kitchen. You went to get a soda from the cupboard, only for your skin to raise as you sense something is about to happen: a certain someone was about to come take your sandwich.Â
âIf you take one bite out of my sandwich Logan, I will kick your ass.â
You turn to see him, eyes wide along with his mouth, about to chomp into your dinner. He closes his mouth, only for him to keep the sandwich in his hands and an âinnocentâ smile on his face.Â
âOh, you mean this sandwich?âÂ
You shut the cupboard door, walking over to him with a stern, playful look. You know he is messing with you. That has been the dynamic of your relationship with him. Ever since he decided to stay here at the school and join the X-Men, you two have grown closer and closer, enjoying each otherâs company over anyone else. It didnât matter what either of you did. You both thrived in the presence of one another.Â
But something that has become common practice as of late was playful in nature. You both have always teased, but it has recently ramped up. If one of you started it, the other would find a way to end it before starting again. It was the push and pull between the two of you that you loved, and it has only made you long for him. You want to believe he feels the same, but even your mutation of precognition canât fully confirm that.Â
âYes, that is my sandwich. I worked very hard on it. I'll have you know.â You are standing in front of him now, having to look up at him slightly as you wait for his next move.Â
âIâm sure you did. It looks delicious.â He says, but rather than looking at the food, he is looking right at you. Cheeky bastard.
âY-yeah, which is why I am asking you to put it down so I may enjoy it.âÂ
âI donât know. I think I wanna have a taste first.âÂ
His hazel eyes are staring you down, almost begging for you to make a move. In reality, you really didnât care if he ate it. You could easily make another and enjoy dinner with him. But you know that isnât what he is doing right now. He is playing with you, wanting to rile you up. Well, it takes two to play that game.
âThat sandwich is very precious to me. Iâd think before you act.â
âOh yeah?â He smirks, bringing his face closer to yours. âWhat are you going to do about it?â
âIâll take something precious of yours.âÂ
He chuckles, turning his face to the sandwich. âIâd like to see you try, sweetheart.â
He takes a huge bite out of your sandwich, his eyes closing as he chews. You purse your lips, watching him savor your meal with gusto. You know he is overexaggerating to truly get at you, but little does he know you have a trick up your sleeve.
âEnjoying my meal?âÂ
He turns back to you, swallowing before licking his lips. âVery much. I may have to take another bite.â
You get up in his space, settling onto your tippy toes so your face is by his ear. You let your breath waft against his skin, causing a shiver to shake his core. You can tell he is anticipating what you will do, always highly enjoying your responses to his antics. Oh, he is so in for it.
âThatâs okay. You can have it.â You let your pointer finger trace his collarbone that is very much on display from his white, fitted tank. âAnd you want to know why that is, Logan?â
He takes a deep breath, very apparent that your actions are doing something to him. His left hand lets go of the sandwich to settle on your hip, squeezing the flesh slightly to ground himself. It is actions like that that make you believe you do something to him. Like you drive him just as insane as he does to you. You bring your left hand to his head, pulling him down so you can really get into his ear.Â
âThatâs because I know where you keep your special cigars from Cuba, and I am going to take them.â
You couldnât have run fast enough. You are already shooting for the stairs, taking two steps at a time as you speed to his room. You knew it had taken him a second to realize what had happened because by the time you got to his floor, you heard him yelling your name.Â
You burst into his room, locking it quickly. It was only to buy some time, for you knew he had a key. You were giggling as you went to his bookcase, plucking out the blue, hardcover history book. You open it, and smile as you see the unopened cigars there in the deep hole where text used to be. Just as you close the book, you hear heavy footsteps reach the door and a jingle of keys.
You panic, needing to find a way out before he opens the door. You could run around him, but you needed a head start. You could hide and wait for him to leave but you knew heâd sniff you out. There was only one option left, and that was to go out his bedroom window. You hear the key enter the lock, and with a quickness you didnât think you had, you unlocked his window and flung it open. Just as the door busted open, you crawled out. You grasped onto the ivy that clung to the schoolâs exterior and began to climb down.Â
âOh, when I get my hands on you, you are in for it!â
You look up to see Loganâs head popping out the window. He has a scowl on his face, but you could see the wild look in his eyes. You knew he was enjoying this, for he loves the chase.
âThis is for taking my sandwich!â You yell, and continue making your descent.Â
You hear the window close, which makes you go faster, knowing he is rushing down those stairs to meet you at the bottom. You could sense that he would go to the front door, so once your feet touch the grassy floor you run to the back door. Opening it quickly, you determine your next move. He is probably at the front, ready to intercept you, giving you the opportunity to hide somewhere.Â
You rush to the hallway where many of the classes are held. You run into the first classroom you see, its door already open. You see the large oak desk at the back of the classroom, and quietly walk up to it. It has a space for leg room, so with haste you crawl in it, pulling the chair in carefully to not make any sound.Â
Your heart was racing, adrenaline thrashing as you hid. You try to steady your breath, trying to keep quiet. The atmosphere has become eerie, the silence defying as you try to keep it that way. You try to listen for any other sounds over your pounding heart, when another wave of cognition hits you. You can see it clearly, where he finds you under the desk, hands on either side to block you in. You know you need to move on, so you go to move the chair, but you suddenly halt when you hear his voice boom nearby.
âWhere is she?âÂ
You cover your mouth, trying to hold in your breathing as well as the gasp that almost shot from your mouth. His voice was coated in gravel, and absolutely primal. Even from afar, it was clear he was worked up, and it made you embarrassingly wet.Â
You hear footsteps enter the hallway, heavy boots against the shiny wooden floor. At first, you think you may have a way out, hearing him pass the room you were in, but you arenât so lucky because you hear him stop. You grip onto the book and your mouth, even though you know it will do absolutely nothing. You know he senses you, and it is confirmed when you hear footsteps enter the room. You hear him inhale deeply, exhaling with sigh only to turn into a deep rumble.Â
âI know you are here.â He is slow in taking his steps, and each step gets closer and closer to your hiding place.Â
He sniffs deeply again, growling this time around like he was a wild animal. âNo point in denying it. I could smell you the second I walked into the hall.â
You know he will find you, and he will block you in. So you decide to take a risk before he closes in on you. You push the chair out far enough to crawl out, before standing up behind the desk. You put your hands up with the book in your left one, trying to show off a sign of surrender.Â
âYou have nowhere to go, dollface. No point in tryingâ to run for Iâll snatch you up real quick.âÂ
âYou must really want your cigars back to block me in like this.âÂ
He steps even closer, with him now standing right in reach of the book. He could easily grab it and take it, for he is much stronger than you. But he doesnât make a move, staying glued to his new spot. You donât know whatâs running through his head, his eyes trained on you. It isnât until he places his hands onto the desk that you take a step back and drop your hands.Â
âYouâre wrong.â
You raise a brow, not sure what he is getting at. âWhat do you mean?â
He smirks, leaning his body over the desk. âIt isnât the cigars Iâm after. Not anymore.â
Your heart is in overdrive. You know the answer, it is becoming obvious. But you ask anyway. âThen what are you after, Lo?â
âI think you know the answer. Now it is a matter of will you let me take whatâs mine.â
You want to give in. You are becoming more aroused by the second, but you are starting to really enjoy the chase. Seeing how much it gets him going, to see this side of him, only makes you want to push him more. You want to see what he will do, especially when he gets his hands on you.
You walk around the desk, book of cigars still in hand, getting closer to him until you are toe to toe with him. âWhatâs the fun in surrendering?â
He quickly blocks you in, the desk pressed against your back. He has the most seductive, but feral grin upon his lips, like he thinks he has won his prize. His head leans down to yours, forehead against forehead, before he whispers his next sentence against your lips.
âThe fun is in what follows.â
His lips are on yours, desperate and needy. You canât help the moan that leaves your throat, mind going hazy as his lips devour. You have craved him for so long, you want this to last forever. However, you cannot give into him like this. You will not make this easy for him.
One of your hands goes to the hem of his tank, fingers lingering before going under. He feels so solid, the coarse hairs on his tummy spread thick as you go to his left side. You can feel him shudder over you, and you try to hold back the smirk that wants to curve onto your lips. You move your fingers sporadically over the left side of his ribcage, causing him to jump back. This gives you the chance to run like hell.
âHey! Thatâs unfair!â You hear him yell and it makes you giggle profusely. You must thank Jean later for letting you in on that little secret; that the broody, grumpy man with the metal bones was insanely ticklish. You wish you could turn to see his full reaction, but you are too determined.
You can hear him running right behind you, and you have never been more aroused. You shouldnât feel so turned on by Logan chasing you around, but the thrill of the chase was seeping into your loins and you were addicted.Â
More people had shown up around the school, meeting with friends to study or hang out for the evening. You were dodging people left and right, and everyone looked perplexed as they saw Logan charging his way towards you. Many of them probably assumed it had to do with the book you were holding, and while they would have been originally right, they are no longer even close.Â
You donât have time to hide again, not with him so close behind. You make it back to the stairs, hauling ass as you try to make it to your room. You can hear him right behind you, breathing heavily and grunting with each step. Your room is at the end of the hall, and you are basically flying with how fast you are running. The second you reach the door, you swing it open and throw yourself in before slamming it. You had gotten it shut, mentally pumping your fist in victory, but by the time you went to turn the lock, it was too late. The door flies open, sending you back a couple feet back as Logan stands at the door's entrance.Â
âI have you right where I want you. No more running.â
If looks could kill, youâd be ash. He enters your room, closing the door behind him with his eyes staying on you. He takes one step forward, with him now hovering over your smaller form. The way he is looking at you makes your knees faint, for you felt you could hear what he was revealing with his stare.Â
âI still know your weakness, Logan.â You smirk, holding the book up to your face to dodge any attack he was planning. It is pointless, you know, but it is the best defense youâve got.Â
âDo you now?â He walks towards you, in step with you as you go backwards. The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed, telling you that you truly have nowhere else to go. He is right on you, grinning now that he has the upper hand.Â
âIâm afraid that book wonât save you from me.â He snatches the book, tossing it to the side of the bed.Â
You are in for it. You donât know what he is planning, and the element of surprise has overcome you. However, with the way he is looking at you, you guarantee that what is about to happen will be just as exhilarating as when he was hunting you down.Â
âWhat do you plan to do with me, hm?â You let your fingertips walk along his chest, dancing all the way down to his side like you did earlier.Â
He is quick to grab your hand, bending down to lift you up in his arm before tossing you onto the bed, following swiftly as he pins both hands above your head.Â
âDonât even think about it. I know you all too well.â He growls through his teeth. âAs for what I plan on doing, whatâs the fun in telling when I can just show you. Would you like that?â
You simply nod, breathless at how he is handling you. However, that wasnât good enough for him, as he takes hold of your wrists in one hand so his other one can grip your chin.
âI wanna hear you say it, pretty girl.â
You huff, getting frustrated already that he is dragging this out. With your legs still free, you wrap them around his hips, your heels digging into his back causing him to grunt. Your lips are practically on his, faint contact making you antsy. âShow me what youâve been wanting to do with me.â
Your lips are squashed by his instantly, hunger and desperation clear. His hands go to your thighs, grabbing at the flesh. With your hands free, they go straight to his hair, gripping and tugging on it which causes him to moan hotly into your mouth.Â
His hands travel up to the hem of your blouse, pushing the fabric up past your stomach before his hands go under. You moan at the contrast, rough hands, that have been through so much running along your unmarred body. He swallows what you give him, groaning happily at the effects he was causing.
You are in heaven. You never thought you would be here like this with Logan. You never thought you would be under him at his complete mercy. It makes a shiver travel down your spine, traveling right to your core that is a heated mess because of the man before you. To be with the man you have pined for is riveting, and you could cry that he seems to return those feelings.
You donât know what triggers your mutation, but it is sudden. Your vision goes blurry, a strong aura surrounding you. It is overwhelming, a whimper bubbling from your throat as you see what is about to happen. Logan releases your lips with a grunt, looking at you intensely as you start to shake. You feel his rough hands cup your soft cheeks, stroking them gently.Â
Your cheeks feel hot, your vision turning you into a horny mess. Your hands grip onto Loganâs chest trying to ground yourself to reality. Itâs too much. Your visions rarely last long for they are just snippets of future events, but this was different. It was as if you were in a trance, and could feel everything he was doing to you. You donât know if it is your heightened emotions, especially with him right on you. All you knew is that pleasure was present, and you were starting to fall apart.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â You can hear his demeanor change, worry laced in his tone.
âFuck,â you couldnât help but moan, unable to control yourself. âI can feel everything, Logan.â
There is a pause, hands still touching your face. A few beats later, he lets his right hand go down, only to stop at your thigh squeezing tightly.Â
âTell me what you see, baby.âÂ
The rumble in his voice intensifies everything, causing you to grip onto him tighter. âOh God please donât make me say it out loud.â
You try to look away, but his left hand shifts so it is grabbing your chin. He forces your head back up, bringing his face down to yours like he had in the classroom. His breath fans over your lips, taking in the way they move as sounds leave them.Â
âIâm fucking you, arenât I? Making you lose yourself on my cock? Is that what you are seeing?â
You can barely talk, too enthralled in your vision. You grab the hand that is on your thigh and bring it to the top of your black pants. Logan gets the idea and angles it so he can slide his hand into them. His fingers brush over the fabric, feeling the damp spot that has formed drastically. You hear him curse under his breath, the vibrations hitting your lips as they brush against one another without full pressure.Â
âOh sweetheart, you are so wet.â He murmurs, pulling his hand out to bring it up to his nose, inhaling deeply before releasing a sound so feral that you could sob. âAnd you smell so fucking good.âÂ
You canât help but nod, not knowing how to respond. All you know is that you need him. Need him to take you on your bed and do whatever he wants to you. Youâll take anything he is willing to give you, for all you want is for him to make himself known to you.Â
His hand had gone back down to your crotch, cupping your pussy through the material. âDoes she want more attention?â
âLogan, please do something.â You choke, your mind steadily coming back to reality, but still not fully letting go. You start to grind down on his palm, desperate for anything he will give you, but he removes his hand, going to the back of your head to grip tightly.
Damn him!
âI know she deserves something, but do you? Do you deserve me after getting me so worked up like that?â
âLogan, I am begging.â You cry out in frustration, your nails digging into his chest causing him to groan lowly. âI want you. God, Iâve always wanted you so please take whatâs yours!â
He is back on you, kissing you till the air in your lungs dissipates. He starts to kiss away from your swollen lips, kissing down to your neck. He nips at your pulse point, going up to your ear to give it a light lick before going back down. With every kiss, he takes a deep breath in, which only makes him get more aggressive. Soft kisses turn to an open mouth lather to nips that could have easily broken the skin.
âI donât think you know what your scent does to me. It draws me in every time.â He bites down particularly hard at your collar bone, and you wouldnât be surprised if blood had come to the surface.Â
His hands come back up to the front of your blouse, carefully unbuttoning the garment before revealing your breasts that are almost spilling out of your bra. His hands mold over the cups, squeezing hard and slow as he makes his way to your sternum.Â
He is being so gentle with you, a complete 180 from how you thought this was going to go. He was so rough with you in your head, fucking you until you couldnât even say a word. This side of him was endearing, but you crave more from him.
âFor someone so feral for me, you sure are taking your time.â
He bites the top of your left breast, making you gasp at the sudden pain. âI donât think you are ready for that side of me, dollface.â
Your right hand goes to his head, taking a handful of his hair and yanking his head up. You know he wants to absolutely ravish you, and if itâs some convincing he needs, some convincing he is going to get.Â
âWhen I said to take whatâs yours, I meant it. I want you to make me beg until Iâm dumb, so fucking do it.â
âFine, but donât say I didnât warn you, Princess.â
His hands go under your top from the back, unclipping your bra before letting them resurface. He starts to yank your top off from the shoulders, only to smack your thigh that causes a light sting.
âArch that back for me.â
You do as he says, allowing him to take the rest of your top off along with your bra. He flings them both across the room, only to do the same with his tank. Youâve seen his upper body plenty of times, as there would be instances in which he disregards it for a training session. But this? This was very different. Itâs a different atmosphere, and rather than everyone getting an eye full of his muscular, hairy body, it is now for your eyes only.Â
Heâs looking down at you, pupils flared as he takes you in. You shiver as his palms stroke your tummy, slowly going up until they encompass your breasts. Your nipples pebble from the rough texture of his skin, and you can see it excites him. So much so that he takes the opportunity to take your nipples between his fingers and pulls them gently with a pinch. Your back bows off the mattress, adoring the pain he is providing, and let out a mewl as he lets go to run his thumbs over the tender peaks.
âYou sound so good,â Logan murmurs. âI need to hear more.â
His right arm goes under your back to keep you up, holding you there as his mouth goes to your left breast. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking with his eyes still on you. Your cheeks flush, head tilting to the side to avoid looking at him. Itâs too much. Itâs too fucking much.Â
Whimpers slip from your mouth, his treatment of your breasts making you want to rub your thighs together to soothe the ache, but he keeps your legs open. He eventually does the same to your other breast, working to match the work he left on your other nipple: hard, and tainted red.
He lets up, sitting on his knees as he unbuttons your pants, hands sliding the material down your legs in earnest. He tosses your heels off before stripping away your bottoms, and he hums as he admires the black, lacy thong you adorn.Â
âFuck,â he snaps the elastic, eyes entranced. âYou sure you didnât see this coming earlier? Wearing something sexy like this?â
âThey work better with my pants.â You huff, his fingers lightly running along your covered slit.
âHmm, no wonder your ass looked so good today.â He grins. âBut this pussy? I could play with her all day.â
He lowers himself, sliding off the bed only to bring you with him, your body gliding across the comforter with ease. He clutches onto your thighs, letting your legs rest in the crook of his elbows. He keeps his hold tight, bringing his lips down to kiss and suck on your thighs. You gasp at the aggressiveness, swearing you will see dark purple marks on you later. You moan at the idea, as it feels like he is finally claiming you; like are his to mark, to claim, to fuck, to love.Â
He makes his way to your center, sniffing deeply before releasing a feral growl. He lets the tip of his tongue lightly drag from the bottom to the top of your heat, still fully covered by the damned thong. He flicks at your clit, a ghost of a touch that has you bucking your hips. And he draws back every single time. His self-control is impressive but frustrating all the same.
He starts to suck on it through the material, creating a bigger wet spot with his spit. The more he pushed his tongue against your folds, the more the material would rub just right against you. It made you clench, panting at how much he is teasing you. He pulls away, blowing on your sensitive spot which only makes you whine.
âAwe what is it?â He chuckles, the vibrations barely hitting where you need him. âYou want my tongue to play with you?â
His hand lets go of your thigh, fingers tracing the fabric before pulling it to the side. âLucky for you, I love to play.â
He goes right in, mouth over your bud as he consumes your very being. Your hands shoot to his hair, not prepared for the onslaught of pleasure he is delivering. The swirls he is landing on his target is mind numbing, a tangible pressure that makes you want to curl in on yourself.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â he groans, the sound vibrating right on your clit. It makes you buck your hips up, but his left arm presses you down to keep you secure.Â
âI know you want more, but you are going to have to be patient. Iâm not done tasting this sweet pussy. Fuck, you are so sweet.â
You feel one of his fingers near your hole, circling it teasingly before pushing in. His tongue is back on your nerves, mouthing covering it to add slight suction. Even with his big fingers, itâs not nearly enough.Â
âLogan, please add another.â You say, emphasizing as you clench down on his single digit.Â
He sucks a little harder, ripping a yelp from your throat. Still, he listens and inserts a second finger with the first. He goes in and out, drawing sighs from your lips as he builds you up. His mouth is going crazy, moving his lips with a vengeance. Your blood is hot, traveling down as your release starts to come to the surface.
You canât stop clamping down on his fingers, your pussy having a mind of its own. He is pistoning them now, causing your fluids to make its way down your ass onto the comforter. The sounds coming from his handiwork edge you further, your release imminent.Â
âOh God, Logan! Iâm cumming!âÂ
Big mistake on your part.
He pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. A smug look appears on his face, and you have the urge to shove his face back into your aching cunt.
âYour first time cumming with me will be on my cock, sweetheart.â
He pulls your thong down your legs and moves you back to the front of the bed. He stands before you, making light work of removing his belt from the loops of his jeans. His jeans are next, pulling them down with his briefs.Â
You donât know what you expected. You werenât surprised with how well endowed he was, not with the way he is built. But to see it in person is so much different from your imagination. The details that your mind didnât conjure up, especially the vein that starts from his lower stomach to the tip of his cock. It makes you salivate, wanting to run your tongue along it.Â
âYou like what you see, darlinâ?â He noticed you staring, but you have no shame. Not anymore.
âYeah, want it in my mouth so bad.â
He walks over to you, his cock in your face. His hand goes to your head, stroking the baby hairs that are starting to stick to your temple. âAs much as I would love that, I am dying to give you the fucking you deserve, sweetheart. HoweverâŚâ he brings your head up closer to his cock, your lips not even an inch away. âHow about you get it nice and wet for me.â
You donât have to be told twice. You work up a good amount of spit, letting it drip from your mouth onto his hard cock. You start to lick at the sides, spreading your saliva all over until he is covered. You are basically making out with his dick, your lips and tongue moving like you had when you were kissing him earlier. It isnât until you get to that vein of his that you start to go wild, licking it up and down.Â
Logan is groaning deeply, and pulls your head back, a string of saliva connecting before breaking apart. You hear him curse under his breath before crawling back onto the bed, his hands holding your face as he brings his lips to you. His kisses are slow this time, letting it sink in that this is happening; that you two are about to be connected.Â
âYou did such a good job. You are such a good girl.â He murmurs against your lips before sitting up.Â
His dick is now sitting heavy on your mound, and the weight of it feels delicious. He taps it against your clit a few times, your hips thrusting up in kind.Â
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â He lets his cock rut into your folds, thrusting up into your clit. âI think that sweet thing of yours is.â
âGive it to me, Lo. I need you so bad it hurts.âÂ
âDonât worry, baby. Iâll take that pain away.â He promises.
And as promised, he places the tip right at your aching hole and pushes in slowly. Your jaw slacks, the pressure as he continues his descent much more intense than you anticipated. Itâs been so long since youâve given yourself to someone. It all feels new, and you are thankful; thankful that it's with him.
He is fully seated in you, and you can only describe it as euphoric. With the way he sits heavy in your cunt, filling you up completely, you can honestly say that this was meant to happen. Logan was meant to be with you in every single possible way imaginable. Itâs the only explanation.
âHow does it feel, baby?â Logan asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs soothingly.Â
âIt feels,â you whimper, gripping down on him. âIt feels so good, Lo.â
âYeah? My cock makinâ you feel good, doll?â He groans, clearly being affected by your behavior.Â
Before you can mutter a pathetic answer, your brain turning to mush, he shifts back. His cock slides out until the mushroom head is at your entrance, and then he slams back in; hard and slow.Â
The constant back and forth of his cock has you shaking, his hard thrust knocking the air out of your lungs and the slow thrusts feeling oh so good. And with the way he is watching you, his face mimicking yours as he receives his own pleasure, is sending zaps of electricity to your cunt. It makes you grasp onto him hard as he gets you more worked up.
Logan sits up straighter, grabbing your right leg and bringing it up to his shoulder. His left hand keeps it steady as he speeds up slightly and presses gentle kisses to your ankle in the process. It lets him go deeper, kissing your cervix every time it goes in. The pressure feels incredible, and the more he speeds up, the more your cunt starts to spasm out of control.Â
âThatâs it, baby. You are taking me so well, like you were fucking made for me.â He growls out, biting your ankle.Â
âGod yes, Logan! Iâm yours!â You cry out, him and his cock making you utterly delirious. âYou were made for my pussy!â
âFuck, you got a mouth on you.â He chides, his right hand going to your right breast.
He is squeezing your tit so tight; his hips are on autopilot with how fast he is taking you. Your hands donât know where to go, going from gripping the fabric below to holding onto his wrist. He is putting you into a completely fucked out state, and you canât get enough of that treatment.Â
You can tell you are on the precipice of cumming. You are clenching on and off rapidly, no longer in control of your muscles. The sounds coming from your coupling, wet smacking echoes that are music to your ears. You can feel the telltale sensation of being overwhelmed, and you know you are now on the track of no return.Â
âLogan, baby, Iâm gonna cum!â
He snarls at you, a crazed look in his eyes as he slams into you. He lets go of your tit to grab your chin, keeping your eyes on his. âDo it, darlinâ. Cum around my cock.â
You are over the edge in seconds, a silent scream taking over as you tremble and quake. Your pussy is convulsing like crazy, small gushes of liquid coming out. You see Logan look down at where you two are connected, and he is grinning like crazy.
âWhat a fucking sight. There isnât one thing about you that isnât pretty.â
You could sob at his words, especially with how overstimulated you are becoming. You work his cock, wanting him to cum inside of you.Â
âGive me your cum, Logan. Fill me until Iâm dripping.â
Your words must have triggered something because next thing you know he has let go of your leg and face and is falling onto his forearms with his mouth landing on yours. You hear the sound of his claws, completely unsheathed from his skin, causing him to bellow into your mouth, rutting like a madman which causes cum to leak out from your hole onto the bedding.Â
He slows down, milking out the rest of his spend before stopping all together. He lets go of your lips gasping, face buried in your shoulder as he tries to calm down. Your hands go to his back, massaging the taut muscles as he shakes.Â
âFuck, Logan,â you sigh, catching your breath as you come back to earth. You feel so relaxed, even with your guts feeling completely rearranged.
You hear his claws sink back into his skin, and it is then that he pulls out, falling to the other side of the bed. His chest is going up and down with every heavy breath, and you canât help but admire him like this.Â
He turns his head over to you, his hand coming to grab the hand by your side. âCâmere, sweetheart.â
You make it over into his side, head laying on his chest as you both bask in the post-sex glow. You canât help but smile at this turn of events, not expecting to have been in this position with Logan. But here you are, laying on his chest with his arms around you.Â
You notice something in your peripherals and see splintering from the headboard of your bed. There are six holes in the wood, and it sends you into a laughing fit, a euphoric glaze covering your entire body.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â He asks gruffly, pulling you into side as you continue to laugh.
âYour claws pierced my headboard.â
You see him glance back, and you see him sigh, relaxing more into the mattress. âIâll fix it up for you, darlinâ. Iâm sorry about that.â
âNo need to say sorry.â You snuggle your face into his skin, breathing in his natural musk as you relax more into him. âI just canât believe we did that, but Iâm glad it did.â
âI can say the same.â He murmurs, stroking your hair gently. âSeriously, I gotta know, did you see this coming?â
You shift up, going to lay your arms across his chest only for you to rest on them. You look into his eyes and the need in them is still there, but not in the way they were before. They were searching, looking for any confirmation that what you both just did truly meant more. It makes him look vulnerable, something he rarely shows. It makes you smile at the prospect of him opening up even more.Â
âNot until today. Itâs strange now that I think about it.â
âAnd why is that?â
âI never saw you coming, I guess. Even when it is clear as day how you felt about me, I never got anything that told me it was real. I didnât want to potentially screw anything up between us.â
He hums, a look of contemplation on his face before taking a hand and rubbing his face, a long sigh coming out in the process. âI suppose thatâs my fault.â
You canât help but look confused. His fault? âWhy do you say that?â
âI havenât been fully honest, but ever since I came here, no matter how welcomed and appreciated I am here, I have contemplated leaving.â His hand leaves his face to go behind your neck, lightly scratching the skin at the nape before continuing. âIâve been alone for a long time. Having a family has never been in the books for me. It is easier to not let people in.â
âSo, thatâs why I couldnât see you coming. You hadnât made up your mind?â
âItâs possible, but itâs just a theory.â
âBut, if thatâs the case, have you made your mind up?â You start rubbing his chest with your palm, feeling his heart pulse slowly. You are confident you know the answer now, but you want to hear him say it.
He grunts in laughter, shaking his head slightly before letting his fingers curl around the back of your neck. âI think you know the answer, princess. But if you really want to know, come up here.â
You push yourself from him, moving so you are straddling his torso. He brings his hands to your face once more, pulling you down so you are face to face with him. He kisses you, slowly initiating intimacy with his lips. He isnât saying anything, but you can feel what he is saying through the act alone.Â
âI canât close myself off from you,â he says between kisses. âAnd I donât want to. Especially if youâll have me.â
âI think you already know the answer to that, Lo.â
âStill, I wanna hear you say it.â
You pull away so you can look into his eyes, giving him all the sincerity you can muster. âI love you, and I want you to stand by me.â
He smiles teeth and all, and pulls you back down, kissing all over your face causing you to squeal. âHmm I love you too, sweetheart. Always have.â
You both stay like that for a while, basking in each other's company in post-coital ecstasy by continuing to taste one another. Another thought came over you, and you canât help but laugh again.
âIf I had known sex would make you like this, I would have made a move a long time ago.â Logan jokes, breathing them in.Â
âIâm sorry, but Iâm laughing because it took me taking your cigars hostage to do it.â
Logan throws his head back, chuckling at what you presume is the same thing you are laughing about.
âSpeaking of those cigars, can you grab them for me?â
You perk up, pushing away from him to lean over to your side of the bed. Your fingers stretch for the book, getting a grasp on it before getting settled back with Logan. He pulls you in quickly, hurdling you into his side. You see he has his lighter ready, which he must have grabbed while you were getting his cigars.
âYou gonna smoke one?â
He hums, taking one out. âI only smoke these on special occasions. I think this qualifies.â
He carefully unsheathes a claw, cutting the end before it sinks back under his skin. He flickers the lighter, letting the bright flame linger on the end to get a good burn going. He then lays back, pulling you even closer into his side, before taking his first puff.Â
You smile, laying your head against him as you let your eyes drift closed. You feel yourself drifting away, the smell of his cigar and the sound of his pulse lulling you to a deep sleep; a sleep with dreams that you hope feel like dĂŠjĂ vu in the near future.
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Pairing: professor!Jim x f!reader Summary: You accidentally bump into your Professor, Jim, at a sex shop. Word count: 3.3k Warnings: 18+ please for the love of god, age gap (reader is ~25, Jim is ~45), alcohol consumption (a few sips of wine), kissing, praise, soft dom! Jim kinda, fingering, p in v, Jim takes his time, a smidge of cockwarming, idk what else to put here! a/n: There will probably be a part two where they explore their little arrangement a bit more. Maybe it'll turn into something longer. I love Jim sm. I also want him to FUCK you know. Weâll get there, but I was feeling a lil soft. Also hmmm i wonder why Jim was at the sex shop in the first place.
It was around 5 pm on a Sunday and you were really in need of something new. Very in need. Your old toy just wasnât cutting it anymore. To remedy this it was time for a trip to Deluxxx, your neighborhood sex shop. Your friend, Nadia, knew someone who worked there and youâd go there for all your wants and needs. You strolled in and gave a wave to the person behind the counter.Â
âHey, David! Howâs the shop been treating ya?â
They looked around at the empty shop, âHey! Itâs slow but I canât complain. What are you in for?âÂ
You sighed, âYou remember that last toy I bought?âÂ
âNo way, does it suck?! It was so expensive.âÂ
âNo, no itâs great! Gets the job done, waterproof, 10 settings-âÂ
âSo whatâs the problemâ, they asked.
You gestured in front of yourself with both hands, âItâs just⌠a little too small?"
They laughed and threw their head back. âOf course. Well lucky for you we got something new in recently that you might like. Itâs in the back aisle, bottom shelf.âÂ
You thanked them and made your way to the back. You crouched down to find the one David was telling you about. It was definitely bigger than the one you had. And thicker. It didnât have any extra frills but that wasnât what you were looking for. You snapped a picture and sent it to Nadia with ânew bfâ as the caption. You let out a little laugh that was more like an exhale as you got up. Nadia has been nagging you about needing a boyfriend and you said you were just going to buy a new one. You were still looking at your phone as you turned to exit the aisle and bumped into someone. The apology on your lips died as you recognized the person in front of you as Jim, your professor and thesis advisor.Â
His jaw went slack for a moment and his eyes widened as he recognized you. You were the last person heâd expect to see there but it wasnât an unwelcome sight. He enjoyed teaching you, not knowing whether it was your interest in the subject or the fact he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He broke eye contact for a moment, scanned your body, took note of the item in your hand, and then met your eyes again. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings and before anyone could say anything he cleared his throat, said âExcuse meâ and walked past you.
You would be lying if you said you didnât find him attractive and it was becoming clear why you did not have a boyfriend. You wanted him. This wasnât a new revelation by any means. Nadia was in the same class as you, and she bugged you about it almost daily. You hadnât expected him to find you in such a vulnerable position. You collected yourself and walked swiftly to the counter and paid. Jim was long gone. You said your goodbyes to David and you texted Nadia to let her know what happened.
She called you almost immediately and opened by saying, âSo you know you gotta fuck him now. Like you have to. You donât have an option. You MUSTâ. You laughed. There was absolutely no way Jim wanted you. You let her know as much and she disagreed.Â
âThereâs no way he doesnât want you. Come on. All the silent stares in class. Asking you to stay after. Constant emailing about things that have nothing to do with class. I mean who just emails their student a TED talk because they thought of them? All signs point to him wanting you. AND what about that one day where you teased him about not having a ring on his finger, and he just said Iâm working on it? You know there was this smile he gave you afterward that I donât think you caught. You were too busy hiding the blush on your faceâ
âI know I know.â You relented, âI donât know, it just seems so far-fetched!âÂ
You knew that was the logical response but something was telling you Nadia was right. He had to have known that his voice sent a shiver down your spine. That you wanted him to take you right there on the table after class. You had caught him staring during class. Maybe she had a point. You couldnât help but wonder if he really did want you too.Â
Later on in the day, you got into the shower. Scalding hot water hit your back. You couldnât help but recount the events from earlier. He had lingered, looked at the item in your hand, and raised an eyebrow. You wouldâve been embarrassed if he didnât already feel so familiar.Â
Soft music played as you lathered a silky body wash along your body. Your mind started to wander, thinking about what it would be like if it were his hands instead of yours. You rinsed off the soap, running your hands over your arms and breasts all while imagining they were his. You turned off the water, dried off, and headed towards the bag you placed on your small table.
You unpackaged your new toy and went back to the bathroom to clean it. Getting back to bed, you lied down and opened up an incognito tab on your phone. You looked for some porn to watch. Once you found an adequate video, you relaxed and continued to watch. The man in the video touched the womanâs body in all the right places. He laid her down and kissed up her thighs before starting to eat her out. This was enough for you to start teasing yourself with the toy, feeling the weight of it on your clit. Suddenly the video was unnecessary. All you could think about was Jim.
You positioned it just right and started to insert it. You gasped as you felt how it stretched you out. This was what you needed. You paused the video, throwing your phone on the side to focus on the task at hand. You put the rest of it inside you and let yourself adjust to the size. You began to move the toy as you thought of him. You wondered if he felt this good. He had to feel better than this. You got off that night thinking about him and only him. When you finally came down from your high you grabbed some water, cleaned your toy, and got straight to bed.Â
You didnât want what happened yesterday to impact your experience in class so you decided to just go on like nothing happened.Â
You headed to the bathroom and began going through the movements of the morning. Before you knew it you were by the building where class was held. A bit further down the sidewalk was Jim walking from the opposite direction. The both of you got to the door at the same time. He didnât say a thing. He just gave you a polite, awkward smile as he opened the door for you. You returned the smile and walked in. Side by side you walked to the classroom. This time you opened the door for him. You watched as he entered and mentally prepared yourself to take a class. It was just the two of you in the room. You sat at the round table with your laptop in front of you trying your best to seem busy.
He broke the silence, âDid you have a nice weekend?â
You summoned a response, âYes, actually, I was able to spend some time with myself.â
He quipped back, âOh, Iâm sure you were.âÂ
Your eyes widened trying to process what he said. He let out a light chuckle as another student arrived. The class was full within the next five minutes. Nadia walked in and looked between you and him. She smirked at you. The air was buzzing for the next two hours. You could cut the tension between you two if you tried hard enough. You asked and answered questions like usual. Each time you spoke he paid extra attention to you. When class ended you began gathering your things slowly, hoping you were the last in the class. Nadia leaned over and whispered in your ear, âJust donât do it by my seat.â You gave her a light slap on the arm and she laughed. Then, it was just you and him. He approached you and spoke softly.Â
âListen, I apologize if I overstepped a boundary with the joke I made earlier. I thought it would help ease the tension if, I donât know-âÂ
âItâs alright, Professor. Weâre both mature adults who can bump into each other at a sex shop and move on with our lives.â You got up ready to leave but he spoke.
âSince when am I Professor?â, he asked.Â
You looked at him confused. He clarified, âSince when do you call me Professor? You never call me Professor.â
You cleared your throat, âWell I just thought we should reestablish a professional boundary since the- you know. Keep the personal and the professional separate.â
He looked at you, pensive for a moment. He moved a bit closer to you. âWell, what if we donât keep it separate?âÂ
Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening. âAre you serious?â
âVery.â He lowered his voice a bit and moved closer. He ran his hand down your arm. His mouth was now near your ear. There was no chance someone else was going to hear him, but he whispered anyway. âI think you should come over tonight. If you want to.âÂ
âYeah, I want to.â You mentally cursed yourself for caving in so quickly. Â
âHowâs seven?, he asked.
âSevenâs good.â Your head was spinning. This was happening.
âIâll also need your number so I can send you the address.â He handed you his phone with a new contact page open. You entered it in, gave him a shy smile, and turned to leave.
He grabbed your wrist before you were able to move away from him. âBy the way, leave your new purchase at home. Youâre not going to need it.âÂ
Summoning some courage, you leaned in to kiss him. He didnât close the gap all the way. âLetâs save it for tonight.â, he said as he pulled away. He gathered his things without looking at you and left.Â
When you returned home you threw your stuff down and immediately called Nadia. âI KNEW IT!" she yelled. âI KNEW thatâs why you hung back. God, it was so tense between you two.â
âYou could tell?â You didnât think it was that obvious until she chuckled and said that everyone could tell. The rest of the conversation consisted of Nadia giving you a pep talk and making her promise youâd tell her everything. Â
As time passed you got more nervous. Around six you received a text from him telling you to wear something comfortable, along with his address. You sent a very quick response and, per his request, put on something comfortable. It would end up on the floor anyway. He didnât live very far from you, which was lucky. You wondered if this would be a one-time thing. What would class be like now? I graduate soon anyway, you thought. If this all went south you could just forget it happened. You got to his apartment a couple of minutes before 7 and he let you up. When you got to the door you knocked twice and waited.
Youâd never seen him so casual and⌠nervous. âPlease, come in! You can put your things wherever youâd like,â he said.Â
You looked around at his apartment. You could tell a professor lived there. Bookshelves lined the walls. On the dining table, there was a bottle of wine with two glasses. You put down your bag near the door. You didnât know what to do with your hands. He noticed your apprehension.Â
âDo you like wine? I got a nice Malbec after class today. Thought we could crack open a bottle.âÂ
âYes, Iâd like that very much.â
âNerves?â
âYeah.â, you confirmed.
âMe too. But, uh, thereâs nothing to be nervous about. Itâs just me.â
He smiled and the tension in your body slipped away. It was replaced by a sense of calm. Jim was letting you into his home, and into his life. You sat down at the table and he removed the cord from the bottle. You watched his hands work, feeling eager to get them on you. But that had to wait, he was about to take his time. He poured you and himself a glass. You sat across from him and took a sip, hoping its effects would be immediate.Â
âIâm glad you came. You know, I thought youâd think I was too old for you.â And he mightâve been. Twenty years was a healthy gap but it wasnât anything you wouldnât indulge in. Hell, if you could, youâd date him.Â
âNot at all.â You replied. âI canât lie, Iâve been thinking about it all year.â
âAbout what?â, he pushed.
âAbout⌠seeing you.â
âYou can say it.â He noticed your blush.Â
âI want to hear you say it.â, he egged you on.
You sighed, trying to muster up the words. âIâve been thinking about⌠being with you all year.â
âAnd doing what?â, he took another sip of his wine and raised an eyebrow. âDo you want me to say it?â
âYes.â, There was no way you would be able to admit it to him fully.
âYou want your professor to fuck you. You want me to take you to my room, undress you, and take care of you better than anyone ever has.â
Your face was red. âYeah, that pretty much sums it up.â You drank from your glass.Â
âCome here.â, he spoke softly and you got up. âStraddle me, love.âÂ
You sat on his lap and he looked up at you, grinning ear to ear. He brought his hand up to your neck and pulled you down to kiss him. It was brief. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. Then he kissed you again. And, again. Then, he started kissing your neck. You couldnât help but let out a small moan as you felt him getting hard underneath you. He kissed and nipped at your skin. His hands reached the hem of your shirt and he pulled it off before you could register it happening. Once it did, you helped him out of his.Â
He tapped your ass a couple times, silently saying get up. He walked you backward and pushed you up against a nearby wall. He started removing a bra strap, but you stopped him.
âWell donât get shy on me now.â, he chuckled. âCome.â He reached out his hand and you grabbed it. He led you down the hall to his bedroom and you sat down on the bed. You took your cues from him. As he started to lean over, you began to lay down. His hand was unhooking your bra with one hand. He was finicking with it and after a few moments, it was off. The cool air hitting your nipples caused them to rise. Jim kissed you again, then kissed down your neck, and finally put his hands on you. He licked, sucked, and grabbed your breasts.Â
âYouâre so beautiful. Even more gorgeous than I could have imagined. Baby, I need to taste you.âÂ
You wanted to protest but your pants were already coming off. Your panties followed. He groaned, âFuck, baby, all this for me?
Before you could respond he kissed the inside of your thigh, then down, down, down until he reached your pussy. You were so wet for him already. He used his fingers first, wanting to feel you first.Â
âYou always get this wet for your Professor?â
âYes.â, you responded breathlessly. His fingers were moving in and out of you. Slowly at first and then faster. He hit that perfect spot each time. Then he added his mouth. This time he didnât go slow. He was licking and sucking on your clit. You moaned out his name and he smiled. He ate you out like his life depended on it. No one had ever done this to you. No one had ever paid this much attention to your body. You were a whimpering mess. His hand found its way back to your nipple, rolling it between his fingers. He then squeezed, hard, which made you load loudly.Â
âPlease Jim, Iâm gonna cum.â, you plead.Â
 He got you close to the edge and then pulled away. You whimpered at the loss of him. âPlease, keep going.â
âNo, if youâre gonna cum, Iâm gonna be inside of you.â He took off the rest of his clothing. You moaned at the sight of him. He was right. You would never need the toy again. You couldnât wait for him to be inside of you. He knew this and instead decided to tease you with his cock. He dragged it along you and tapped your clit the same way you did with your toy at home. Only this was a hundred times better. Â
He nipped at your ear and whispered. âYou really want it, huh?â
âYes,â you begged âItâs all I want.âÂ
He grinned and entered you slowly and without warning. Your jaw dropped slightly. You couldnât even make a sound, you were too busy with the feeling of him filling you up entirely. He let out a sigh and grabbed your chin.
âLook at me. Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.â You did as he said. He started to pick up the pace. He was making this intimate. He caressed your face and made almost as much noise as you did. âGood girl. Youâre such a good girl, following directions. Ready for another one?â You nodded.Â
âGet on top. Sit down on my cock.â You started moving before he even finished his sentence. There was no room for shyness anymore. He sat up against the headboard as you sunk down on him; the new angle was doing wonders for the both of you. He thrusted up, wanting to feel more of you. He held you close to him as you began to ride him.Â
âYou sure know how to treat a girl, Professor.â, you said breathlessly.
He chuckled and kissed you. âYou sure know how to treat your Professor. Youâre being so good for me. Such a good girl.â
His hand found its way back to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles. He wanted to make sure you came first.
And you did.
It came in waves. You felt it build up and told him you were close. Then, you fell apart. You pulled him close and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you came.Â
âThatâs it, baby. So, so good for me. God, such a pretty little thing.â He took control, holding you up and thrusting into you. The sensation was almost too much to bear.Â
âWhere do you want it.â, he asked.
âInside. Please. Iâm on the-â
âAre you sure, love?â You could tell he couldnât wait any longer.Â
You begged, âYes. Yes, I am, just please cum inside me.â
And he did.
He filled you to the brim. You felt him twitch inside of you as his hips stuttered. He held onto you so tightly you were sure it would leave marks. You were both breathing hard. He stayed inside of you and held you against him. He put his forehead against yours as you regained your breath.Â
He kissed you again, this time not wanting to pull away. But, you did. You pulled yourself off of him and laid down as the realization of what you did started sinking in. He lied down next to you and stared at the ceiling.
Silence. And after a few moments, you turned your head and spoke.
âSo, is this it?â It came out more timid than you would have liked it to.Â
He gave you a look you couldnât quite place and after a moment he said, âOh, love, youâre mine now.â
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Hello! This is my first time making a request, if it's okay, can I get a reader with Lillia, Rook, Vil and Leona who has recently been suffering from insomnia and anxiety about returning home (comfort in the end) Please? đđ
i absolutely love this, i get horrible insomia. i gotchuâĄ
(edit: i ended up focusing on one more than the other in some, but both are mentioned. hope u still like it *mwah*)
reader suffering from insomnia and anxiety about returning home.. ââ
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word count: 1.5k
warnings: mentioning of anxiety, and panic attacks (there will be major comfort though), sitting in laps, kissing, joking to help, mentioning of what happens in each of the characters books (i hope yall have read em before but js in case)
characters: leona, rook, vil, and lilia
leona kingscholarđŚ
you paced the botanical gardens on campus, hands tangling in your hair s you thoughts went a million miles a second..
how am i going to get home?
how is my family.. god i miss them..
if im forced to stay here.. how do i even pass these crazy magic classes?
do the people here ive come to know even want me here or are they forced to cause i cant leave..
every new thought was another anxiety that just caused your breath to quicken. your thoughts were flooded with negatives.. if you had magic this is what youd assume a magic blot would feel like.. so much negative emotions piling into you all at once.
you eventually sat below a tree, knees curled to your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. it didnt help that you hadent slept in days, insomnia only getting worse since coming to nightraven.
yet no matter what you did your breaths wouldnt calm, your hands kept shaking, and you couldnt hear or see straight. you almost jumped right out of your skin as you felt hands grab your own that covered your face. looking up you saw brown hair and ears.. leona?
his voice made its way to you eventually, "herbavore? herbavore.. seriously c'mon your worrying me. ruggie said you ran off but i didnt think itd be this bad." he mumbled to himself before his hands slipped dwon to your biceps, "hey, listen to me." he spoke firmly.
your eyes eventually meet him, your breaths calmling slightly at his presence. taking large breaths through your lips as you looked up at him, arms shaking in his hold. "dont fall out on me now, we need you." he spoke lowly as he scopped you up with ease, placing you betwen his legs, "your alright now herbivore, whatevers going on in that head of yours, its gonna be alright, yea?" he placed a kiss on your forhead allowng you time to breath normally.
when your breaths calmed and body began to calm, you sighed and leaned more into his body, "thank you.. leona". he chuckled deeply, sloching more down the tree, letting you fall into his chest. "its fine kid, just glad your fine. did something happen?". your eyes widened before spilling, explaining your thoughts to him slowly, anxious to be a burden. when you ended he rolled his eyes and strted laughing.. at you?..
huh?
"you seriously think anyone here doesnt want you here? i think at this point those first years would fall apart without you, and as for finding your way home, crawley better. or ill personally kick his ass, alright herbavore?" you simply nodded your head and leaned into him smiling, "your really not as bad as they say you are.."
vil schoenheitđ§ş
vi had become obsessed with training for the dance competittion, day after day everyone was practicing for hours every day. you tried to be nothin bt supportive but your insomnia had only gotten worse with the recent stress of the compettition..
what will happen if we dont win?
everyone else looks so tired..
god im so tired.. when was the last time i slept multiple hours?
i wish i could just go home already..
you guys had gotten the first brea of the day, you sat against the wall between kalim and ace as they yapped about how excited they were to preform next week. listening to them had you distracted, your eyes fluttering closed.
a hand was placed on your shoulder, looking up you saw jamil crouched in front of you, "are you alright? you look terrible prefect" you heard ace and kalim repremand him for being so blunt, but you just shook your head trying to wake up, "im fine jamil.. just tired, thank you though"
he looked skeptical but quickly turned to make sure kalim was drinking water and taking a proper break. ace mumbled something under his breath that you barley couldnt catch before he stood up and walked towards vil who was with rook and epel, who were talking across the room.
you saw vil look down at ace with his arms crossed, he glanced at you as ace pointed a finger to you. vil abandoned his conversation with epel and rook, shooing away the others around you, "why wouldnt you say that you havent been sleeping, thats not proper conditions for you to be proforming in prefect."
"im fine vil-", he rolled his eyes and cut you off, "you look anything but, stand" he reached a hand down to you, pulling you up from the ground. your head swam with spots when you rose too quickly, stumbling into vil.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you up, "poision.. is somethng truley wrong?" you looked up at him, eyes wide as he read you like a book. he quickly took your hand and dragged you out of the practice room and into the lounge at pomefiore.
he sat you down in one of the chairs and crouched in fron tof you, holding your face in his hands, "speak to me.." you sighed before explaining what had been happening, the stresses and not sleeping, the thoughts of never being able to go home.
he sighed and stood, sitting beside you and tugging you into his side, "i wish you would speak up when this happens, you know that id never wish to add to your burdens." he placed a kiss to your forhead before continuing, "we will find a way for you to go home, no matter how bitter sweet itll be, i do hope we find a way for you to go back and forth.. we would all miss you terribly here.. especially me." at his words you sighed and relaxed into his side, "ill find a way back, i could never just leave you guys.. especially you.
rook huntđŞś
you thought itd be easy to hide your emotions recently, but knowing rook he proably could already see through your mind..
i hope i can go home soon..
i wonder if time has passed back home and if my family is worried about me..
i need to stop stresing, i havent slept at all recently
these magic classes are getting harder with the lack of magic
you thought you kept a pretty good mask on arround others, yet as soon as you were walking from potions alone with rook he spoke up, "mon cheri.. have you been sleeping enough? your beauty is as blinding as always, alas you seem more tired than usual."
you shouldve known better than to try to keep something from him, he finds out everything sooner rathar than latter, "im alright, just worried about getting home, i guess its been affecting my sleep.."
"well theres no use in worrying cheri! i garuntee they will find a way to send you home! with that said i think a long rest for you is in place." he spoke cherfully as he laced your hands together and dragged you to pomefiore, you smiled at his actions and followed along.. he always here to look after me
lilia vanroughđŚ
after dealing with blots from every other house, you thought hanging around diasmonia would be calming. yet as you sat in the lounge with silver, sebek, lilia, and malleus your thought still didnt stop running..
whos going to over-blot next?
will the next one be more powerful.. maybe too powerful..
i didnt have these struggles at home
even my sleep scheduals gotten worse.. late nights staying up with lilia and idia playing games have become much more often an occurance
im supposed to be relaxing, just breath..
your mind spaced out as you looked at the floor in front of you while stuck in thought. your hands tangled into your blazer sleeves as your breath quickened, your vision began to see spots before you felt a hand rest on top of your own in your lap.
"prefect, is something the matter?" your head snapped up and saw lilia who was sat beside you, a concerned look for once took over his boyish grin, "your not looking too good.. are you ill?" he placed a hand on you forhead attempting to asses if you were running a fever.
"im alright.. just missing home" you mumbled, offering him a small smile as you placed your head on his shoulder. he sighed, raisng your hand to press a kiss on the back of your hand, "well find a way for you to go back, i promise it my dear."
he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you to lean more into him, "in the mean time, you havent been sleeping and its clear, get some rest prefect" his boyish grin returned as he pecked your cheek. he was right.. everything was gonna be ok.
you finally felt comfortble enough to fall into a deep sleep against him, with grim curled up into your lap mumbling about his dreams of tuna. surronded by people you became found of over you stay at nightraven, it wouldnt be bad to stay here, but you knew that there would be a way home.
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hi! First of all - i love the way u write omgđ i basically went through all your posts last evening and today hahah (procrastinating at itâs finestđ) Second - i wanna request a prompt, but i dunno if itâs too close to the one where âreader tells the lads boys that sheâs too heavy for themâ? if so, just ignore this!đŤĄđ
If not - could you write something about the boys finding out that reader/mc used to have bulimia(/or unspecified ed) and that sheâs quietly struggling again, but not telling them? Maybe something angsty/comforting?
Trigger warning - This involves talk about eating disorders. Please use discretion when reading! Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! That means so much, because I used to write a lot years ago but stopped for a long time. I only got back into it recently, so the love I've been receiving has really done a positive number to my confidence. Thank you, lovely <3 I don't think it's possible for me to NOT write this request, because I'm a long time ED sufferer, and I am currently experiencing a harsh relapse unfortunately... You read me like a book, because 'Too Heavy' was a direct reference to that. It's hard, because it's such an invisible problem that oftentimes you suffer alone. Thank you for the request, hopefully I did it some justice, and for you or anyone who may relate to this post. (Also wrote this while listening to Lullaby - Jhameel on repeat. Give it a listen!)
Love and Deepspace Li's find out about your ED (and your current struggle)
Zayne -
The moment he finds out you live with an ED, he's down at the library finding any books he can, and researching as much as possible throughout the hospital and his old college's database.
He's also finding patient testimonials that have been released, so he can find the most compassionate approach that would help you without causing you any more harm than you already are experiencing at the hands of your own mind.
"I found a new restaurant I want to try. Apparently, they make a certain dish really well, I think we should try it together while we go over the latest mission you wished to tell me about."
He knows what you like, so it makes it easy for him to order things to share together places and ensure you're eating.
He will go out to eat every single day if he needs to, that's not any issue to him. Neither is sharing foods or cooking meals that he knows you love, even if they're not particularly his favorite.
He tries not to talk to you much about it, but does his best to be encouraging and nothing more whenever the subject of professional help comes up.
When you start opening up even more to him, he's all ears, and he's exceedingly careful about his choices of words, like he always is, but even more so now. The last thing he wants is to speak a trigger, especially when he's so focused on helping you get better.
He knows it never truly goes away, your disorder. But that's not an issue. It's more... a fact of being with you. And just like you take his problems and disabilities, he will take every single one of yours as well.
In stride, and with love.
Xavier -
He caught on, mostly because he found it strange that one moment you had eaten every single snack in the cupboard, and the next he heard, you hadn't eaten anything all day. He was wondering if it was something he was just unaware of, but-
Quickly finds out what exactly is going on after a few times of this happening. He was worried it was some strange habit, and now he's even more worried finding out it's been something you've been dealing with for quite a while.
He's upset, to say the least. But he'll keep that to himself.
He just wants to help you now.
He'll ask if there's anything that you feel like sharing with him on how to best help you, and there's definitely a note somewhere on his phone with a list of things you told him. If he can do any of them daily, he will. Anything else is always on his mind.
He doesn't let it get in the way of your day to day, though. You still play games together like normal, read together, and go the arcade whenever you both have the opportunity to win some more plushies for your hoards. He's always conscious about his own comments and behavior, but he doesn't ever let it seem like he's keeping an eye on you or trying to supervise you.
The tightrope of trusting you and helping you deal with your disorder is a thin one, and Xavier dances along it with grace.
No matter what, being around him is a comfort. Whether you're having a good day, or a bad day.
Sylus -
He's pretty internally frustrated when he first find out about it, but he doesn't let it show.
It has nothing to do with you or anything you did. He's just used to... having everything under control. For every problem to have a solution solved easily with money, force, or some compassion.
This is something he can't control.
And he hates it.
Aside from that, Sylus is like a light in the dark.
He had a list of trusted professionals to help you, should you want, and multiple of them at that- just in case you don't feel comfortable with the first one or three.
Any food you genuinely like to eat is available at all times, it does not matter if it is three in the morning. Are you wanting it? Nice, it's right there on your plate.
The frequency of which you see him increases, including the twins, despite both situations being... vastly different.
Where he takes you out for dinners at new and gorgeous restaurants, including ones feature in your favorite media or having special events for a game you like- the twins are throwing bags of snacks at you and yelling at you to throw pieces into their mouths and so they can do the same to you.
You will learn Sylus did not ask them to do this, in fact he explicitly told them not to do that.
It's pretty obvious though, they were worried about Sylus. And not just him, but you too.
Probably because of how much Sylus has been concerned about you, even if just in secret.
He doesn't want his feelings to make you feel anything but loved, so prepare for a speech the second you feel any kind of guilty. You're not getting out of this one.
Not until you know how much he cares about you, no matter what.
Rafayel -
The way he treats it is extremely encompassing. The way he sees it, is if you're sad or not doing too hot mentally, it's going to affect every part of your brain, including the parts that make you feel the way you do with your ED.
Driving you somewhere? He's playing upbeat music pounding out of the speakers of his sports car, singing along goofily or making up new words. You haven't eaten in a long time? Too bad, suddenly he's hungry and wants a snack. In fact, he wants a snack every couple of hours. If you binged and feel like dying, he'll be offering you water and any distraction he can to get your mind off of your appearance or the guilt of your binge.
He will spend more of his own free time at the gym if he needs to to work off any extra weight he gains just to help you eat, if eating with him is what helps you and he doesn't want you to see him change and feel guilty over it. He doesn't care.
Constant, constant praise with him. It is not about your appearance, unless it's something you can change. Clothing you picked out, the way your makeup looks today, a hairstyle you did to yourself, etc. So many compliments on your achievements or work, all with a sweet smile across his face.
If it's really bad, he'll paint you gorgeous works in different sizes, that are conveniently perfectly sized to display directly over any mirrors in your apartment.
Whatever you need, he's on it.
He'll be there for you no matter your highs or your lows.
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a/n: i got this idea from an nsfw prompt generator so if anyone else has already done this, that could be why âď¸
tags: fwb! seungcheol, overstimulation, semi-dacryphilia, forced orgasms
w/c: 2.3k
in hindsight, telling the most competitive guy you know that you may or may not be faking your orgasms with him was probably not the best idea.
it was just 4 hours ago when jun had suggested a game of truth or drink. and it was just 3 hours 45 minutes ago when he had asked you âhave you ever faked an orgasm?â
âyeah?â youâd answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. and because whatever was in that alcohol was making you loose-lipped, you had continued.
âin fact-â a pause â-and iâm not proud of this, but iâm really good at it. the guy could never tellâ
there was an immediate murmur of we can tell around the table but you interrupted.
âtrust me, you canât. those guys still think theyâve given me the best sex of my life but they were horrible. i faked it so i could get done with it and go homeâ you took a sip of your drink despite answering.
âso, anyway, yes iâve faked it. many timesâ you had concluded, looking directly at seungcheol when you said that. you didnât mean to look at him, he was just there in your line of sight.
he also had this funny expression on his face, somewhere between amused and offended.
were you trying to tell him something?
seungcheol and you were in a (secret) friends with benefits thing. you didnât really call it that but thatâs what it was. it had happened as a result of another game of truth or drink around 3 months ago, and thankfully, every orgasm with him in those 3 months had been very much legit.
so, when youâd seen him outside the bathroom later youâd clarified.
âyou know i wasnât talking about you, right?â you reassured.
âof course you werenâtâ he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
it had annoyed you. no man should be that confident.
âoh? confident much?â
heâd leaned in, a little too close for being in public, and said âi may not know a lot of things...but i know how to make a woman cumâ
and as his thumb softly grazed your lips, heâd stated âi know how to make you cumâ
âdo you?â you retorted, moving back âor have i been faking it and you just think youâre doing a good job?â
you donât know why but you kind of wanted to piss him off. i mean sure, you were sleeping with him, but seungcheol was your friend before a fuck and it was always fun messing with him.Â
âwhat are you trying to do?â heâd asked, an eyebrow raised in mild annoyance.
is this a challenge?
âiâm not trying to do anythingâ big. fat. lies. âiâm just saying youâd never knowâ
sounds like a challenge to him.
(12:40 am)
âplease, no more!â you move under his arms, writhing desperately.
âanswer the questionâ he holds you in place, his grip tightening around you.
âhow many was that?â
âf-fou-râ
âdid you fake that one?â he asks softly.
âno, i didnât! i fucking swear!âÂ
âhmmnâ you feel a trail of gentle kisses travel up your neck âbut you said i would never know, remember?âÂ
seungcheolâs voice sounds sweet. so very sweet. but you know that toneâit's pure condescension masquerading as sweetness.
right now, youâre sitting on the floor, back pressed to seungcheolâs chest, locked in his heavy arms.Â
after junâs, heâd offered to drive you home, which had recently become code for âletâs go fuckâ. and before you could even kiss him at your apartment, heâd grabbed your vibrator.
heâd made you sit in front of the floor length mirror, nestled in between his legs, with a towel laid out underneath as he played with you. were you getting pampered today? maybe.
it sure felt like it after the first orgasm, and the second. but when heâd moved on to your third before you were even done with the last, you realised what this was. a lesson. a lesson for running your mouth.
âanother one then, just to be sureâ he hums, before pressing the vibrator back against your clothed cunt.
40 minutes in and seungcheol hadnât even bothered to take your panties off. there was something quite erotic about seeing that damp patch on your underwear spread as he made you cum over and over. proof, he called it. and by now you were soaked, the silky fabric clinging to your puffy lips.
you squirm at his words, fingers digging into his skin at the overstimulation. he doesnât even flinch.
âlook what youâre making me do to youâ he clicks his tongue like itâs a pity. like he doesnât fucking love it.
âyou know i want to let you go, right? but we just have to be sure so thereâs no confusion about this in the futureâ
subtext: if you ever fucking insinuate that i canât make you cum, iâll make you cum until youâre begging me to stop.
you try and wriggle again, but thereâs no pointâyouâre completely at his mercy.
âtsk, donât move around so much. you should rest now. youâll need the energyâ he cooes.
you can only whine helplessly at his words as you feel your brain and body consumed by a familiar high. and so you cum again, moaning his name as you do.
âhow many?â he asks while youâre still coming down from it.
âf-fiveâÂ
âdid you fake that one?â
you tell him you didnât. you promise.
âare you sure about that?âÂ
âiâm sure! seungcheol pleaseâ
âhmmnâ for a second there he actually contemplates letting you go but your cocky little words ring in his ear.
âiâm notâ sadistic fuck. and once again you feel the relentless vibration as you jerk forward, your legs clamping shut. immediately, seungcheol drags you back, his lips gathered in a pout of displeasure as he drapes one heavy leg over yours to spread you open.Â
âwhere are you going? hmmn?â he presses the head against your throbbing clit, not letting up for even a second as he forces another orgasm out of you. your sixth.
drained. thatâs how you feel after you cum, your body falling limp against his. âseungcheol, iâm doneâ you whine feebly, hoping to garner a little sympathy.
âno, noâ he shushes you âweâre not close to being done here. i havenât even seen your pretty pussy yet. how can we be done?â
he leans forward, two fingers grabbing the fabric of your wet panties to pull them aside. âhow prettyâ he smiles, gaze fixated on your slick cunt, and a split second later you hear the hum of the vibrator again. the second it touches your exposed cunt, a sharp gasp escapes your lips.
âf-fuckâ you curse, feeling that knot in your stomach just a few minutes later.
âcoming already?â he taunts as you end up giving him another.Â
âthat makes sevenâ he counts it for you like heâs helping you out. youâre not sure how far he wants to push you today, but you do know you need to make it easier for you somehow.
âpleaseâŚcanât anymoreâŚthe vibratorâ you manage to string together in between quick gasps. the intensity of it against your swollen clit is too much. you need reliefâsomething soft, something warm, something gentleâlike seungcheolâs fingers.Â
after what seems like forever, the buzzing stops. âthank youâ you whimper and are met with a wry chuckle, his body shaking behind you.
âyou shouldnât thank me yetâ he whispers. one of his big hands wraps around your throat giving it a light squeeze before sliding down your body to your cunt, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
âso wet for someone whoâs faking itâ he mutters to himself, thick fingers sliding in between your wet folds as he scoops up your arousal, pushing it back inside you. his finger slips in so easily that he adds a second. as he fucks you, fingers moving in and out, a vulgar squelching noise fills the room.
âso fucking wetâ the softness of his voice now layered with something heavier. you can tell feeling you with his bare hands mustâve really turned him on. or at least thatâs what his hard on pressing into your back is saying.
as you watch his fingers disappear inside you and come out all slick and shiny, your body somehow starts to crave another orgasm.Â
he knows it too. the way your walls begin to squeeze around him as he curls his fingers up, two stimulating your g-spot, while his thumb rubs your clit, all working up an incredibly hard orgasm.Â
âgo onâŚlet me see you cum for meâ his voice is all you needed to hear, because a second later you come, for the eight time, gushing all over his fingers.Â
âlook at yourselfâ he commands.
you do, looking lazily at your reflection through tired eyes.
âlookâ he grabs your face, forcing you to look.
âwhatâs that dripping out of you?â
your eyes drop to the towel that has a very telling wet patch on it. getting overstimulated with the vibrator always made you a little messy but not like this; never like this.
âanswer meâ
âcumâ and so much of it. the way itâs stained the towel, the way itâs spread all over your inner thighs, and the way itâs still dripping out of you is such a pretty sight for seungcheol.
but youâre exhausted. it was so intense and thereâs no way you can do it again.Â
âseungcheolâŚi donât have any left in meâ he canât help but smile at your silly little statement.
âno?â he plays along, pulling you closer. his one hand grabs your breast, softly caressing it, before taking your nipple in between his fingers. his other, slides down to your swollen clit to rub in slow circles. and finally, his soft lips kiss down your neck, peppering little pecks along the way before stopping at that spot that only he knows exists. and as he stimulates all three so slowly and sensually, you feel your body start to betray you.Â
âwhen did you turn into such a little liar, hmm?â he asks, feeling your body start to tense up like it always did before release. he knows this feeling, heâs felt this over and over for the past three monthsâyou canât fool him. and as you bite back your moans, it takes over, and you cum again. number nine. seungcheol smiles to himself, and doesnât stop.
he keeps going despite you just having given him one. itâs sore and sensitive but the way his lips have latched on to that spot on your neck itâs impossible not to surrender.
in a consistent rhythm he builds your high back up - neck. breasts. clit. you look at yourself in the reflection and god, itâs so erotic. the way heâs holding youâtight and completely under his control, his arms flexing as he masturbates youâmakes you dizzy.
you want to curse and scream as you cum but youâre too overstimulated to formulate a single thought. only eager little moans spill out of your mouth.
âgo on, i know you want toâ he coaxes as you do, thrashing and tugging at the fabric of his pants.
âi thought you had no more left in you?â he teases as you come down from your tenth.
maybe it was a lie before but now you really donât. isnât 10 enough? he has to be satisfied with that. thereâs a few seconds of silence when you think he might be. he lulls you into a false sense of security as your eyes fall shut, and then the sick sound of the vibrator fills the room again. no.
âwhat do i need to do?â your eyes sting with regret as you feel it touch your extremely sensitive clit.
you know what you need to do. you just donât want to do it.
he pushes it harder, toying with you. fine.
âiâm sorry, okay?â a desperate apology finally spills out.Â
âi take it back! you would know if you made me cumâ you whine. he says nothing, simply increasing the intensity.
âiâm sorryâ your voice breaks as two perfect tears roll down your cheeks. until now, seungcheol had only ever pushed you to tears from the denial of pleasure, never from too much of it. he finds it incredibly arousing.
âyouâre so fucking cute when youâre desperateâ he says, looking at your pathetic reflection in the mirror. you look so pretty with those wet eyes and a dripping wet pussy that he suddenly feels forgiving.
âcum for me again and iâll let you goâ he kisses your neck. a wet little kiss.
âi canâtâ you cry, tears flowing free now. âi canâtâÂ
âyou canâ and you will for him.
âyouâre going to give me one moreâ he says like you have no choice in the matter and presses the vibrator harder against you as you grab onto his arms.Â
âshhh, donât cry. be a good girl now and cum for me again. then iâll believe youâ he cooes.
âshow meâŚshow me how you canât fake it with meâ
as your start to spasm, your body shaking under him, you let out a moan, half of pleasure, half of exhaustion. you grip him harder, nails leaving red scratches all over his pale skin as the orgasm takes over.
he watches, fascinated at how youâre still giving him body shaking, toe curling orgasms after this many; at how your body moves at his command. heâs satisfied.
finally, you hear the buzzing stop as he puts the vibrator away. he wraps both arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace, his lips brushing against your ear.
âhow many was that?â
âelevenâ you admit, not believing the number coming out of your mouth.
he smiles. god, it feels really fucking good to have been proved right 11 times. his eyes drop to the mess youâve madeâon the towel, on his hands, between your own legs and he feels extremely smug.
âso, did you learn your lesson?â he asks sweetly, placing a single kiss on your shoulder.
âyes! i did. i promise!âÂ
did you? well, if this is your punishment you may just have to piss him off again.
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plotline: âryomen sukuna invites you to his chambers to bathe with him.â
cw: gn!reader , nudity , suggestive , sexual tension , sukuna is obviously harsh but not as much , minor fluff , degrading pet name(s) , hints at sukuna lactating but not explicitly stated , he has two cocks , not proofread , a very short oneshot so please read slow
as you walked to the bathroom of your king's chambers, you couldn't help but feel almost nervous. urame had informed you that sukuna was requesting of you immediately (likely for you to wash himâwhich wasn't an issue in itself), but you were always anxious to be around him. he was a very threatening being and just had that...unsettling aura? either way, he hasn't killed you yet! maybe he isn't too bad.
when you made it there, the bath was already set up, and he was inside the waterâshirtless and crossing his arms. the bubbles were just barely covering his pecs, and the opened bottle of lavender on the counter explained the smell. the mirror was slowly starting to fog up, and the air already felt steamy.
âi waited a long time, brat. don't let it happen again.â his voice snapped you out of your dazeâlost in thought when the sweet smell hit your nose.
âr-right, my lord. should i start with your hair?â you were already grabbing for the cinnamon-scented shampoo bottle, his personal favorite, but his voice cutting in stopped youâ
âstrip.â
â..excuse me?â your voice became meek and you couldn't help but stand frozen.
âyou will bathe with me. immediately.â now, you did find your king...easy on the eyes, but he'd never pursued you. you didn't think there would ever be something between you both.
a refusal would likely result in death. you've also been working down to the bone recently, and the hot water would do numbers. â..of course, my king.â
you were still shyâno denying that. all four of his eyes were on you, and you hated to be judged.
âyou're wasting my time. i'll look away if i must.â
âi'm sorry!â you eeped, taking your clothes off piece by piece. your hands shook more than they should've when you pulled your undergarments off.
you slowly got into the water and sunk down until it stopped at your neck. it felt hot, but not scalding. you sighed softly as your muscles relaxed. he noticed, but only tsked.
you got to work, considering this would've been your third mistake of the evening. he knew when his servants were unloyal or complete slackers. he never hesitated to take their lives, either.
pouring a glob of shampoo onto your hand, you moved an inch closer to reach his head and gently scrub it into his scalp. he didn't scold you for it, but you saw his adam's apple bob.
daring to strike up a conversation to lighten the tense mood, you thought of the first question that came to mind. âhow was your day, my lord?â
âfine.â when you accidentally moved a little too close to his lower half, he held your hip in place with one of his burly arms. you never really got to see how toned he was until now. and in such an intimate situation, too.
when you finished washing his hair, you grabbed his body scrub and applied body wash to it. he didn't take his eyes off of you or your body the entire time, but was quiet for the most of it. you were especially careful of his nipplesâa very sensitive part of his body he warned you of.
he knew you were one of the gentlest of his servants. you treated him like you enjoyed serving him and not because you were forced to. everyone other than urame feared him, but you saw him as something more. he didn't know why he enjoyed your company but was annoyed by anyone else's.
you tried not to blush when it came down to his legs, calves, andâ
âtell me, brat. am i foolish?â
âf-foolish? of course not, my king. why do you ask?â
he didn't answer, only giving you a 'hm' of acknowledgement before letting you contiue. he didn't ask many questions, so it came as a shock.
foolish for liking a mere human, he might've said, but he'd never admit it. it was simply a thought.
the rest of the evening was quiet. you helped lord sukuna rinse and dry himâremaining professional and not letting your eyes drift lower and lower. though, out of your peripheral vision, it looked like he had two. two sets of eyes, arms, and even his...
you would've gawked if you weren't holding your breath and biting your lip to stiffle the noise that threatened to come out. your heart raced at the intrusive thought of them being in you. would it even fit? probably not, but that made it all the more arousing.
ânext time, do not keep me waiting.â
next time?
this didn't come out as good as i wanted it to since i've never wrote for sukuna, so i might rewrite it to add more detail and word-length it if i have the time.
part two at 500 likes guys!! (*â§ââŚ)ďž (so basically never)
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#ryomen sukuna#ryomen x reader#jujutsu kaisen ryomen#jjk ryomen#sukuna ryomen smut#sukuna#sukuna smut#haha dont read into this#i hardly like the guy give me a break
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âłÂ you pride yourself on being a professional, but sometimes your students' parents really test your patience.
â jungkook x reader â fluff | smut | teacher!au | single parent!au | e2l â 20.3k [1/1]
ââ our kids are bitter rivals and the only time we ever meet is when weâre both called to the principalâs office and whatever maybe i think youâre kind of cute but your kidâs a monster and ALSO someone keeps buying the last everything bagel at my favorite coffee shop 2 minutes before i get there in the morning and has heard about my plight and has started leaving me bragging notes about it ââ
notes:Â fic number two in the serendipity series is here at last!!! this took me like a million and a half years to finish because Real Life happened but here we finally are! also, i changed the type of bagel that the story is centered around, because i honestly didnât come to like everything bagels until relatively recently and i will still only eat it if itâs part of a bagel sandwich because? just having cream cheese or whatever on an everything bagel feels kind of unhinged to me! but thatâs neither here nor there and no one is here for my bagel opinions so! hope you enjoy the story!!! đ
â˘Â series masterlist. | inspired by this post.
warnings: dilf!jk, some kissing and hand stuff, â¨sexual tension⨠but nothing too terribly explicit tbh
Silence has never sounded louder.Â
You drum your fingers against the armrest of your chair, nails clacking against the cheap plastic. On the wall, the second hand of the clock completes yet another revolution, and you glance over when your companion sighs, plucks off her reading glasses, and sets them down on the desk beside the placard that houses her title: Principal Pamela Baker, Hybe Academy.Â
A woman nearing her fifties, Pam has sandy blonde hair cut into a neat bob and an enviable ability to pull off any lipstick color, no matter how bold. Youâre lucky enough to call her both a friend and a mentor, and when she mutters a curse under her breath, you chuckle. âLate again,â she huffs, offering you a wry smile before leaning back in her seat and casting her gaze skyward. âTypical.â
âYou know what these corporate types are like, Pam,â you reply, rolling your eyes. âThey have zero regard for anyone elseâs time. He was twenty minutes late to our parent-teacher conference last semester, so donât take it personally.â
âBelieve me, I know plenty of men like Jungkook Jeon,â Pam says with another sigh, this one heavier and longer than the last. âI even married one, you know. But that was before I came to my senses and divorced his ass. Best decision of my life, right after getting my tubes tied.â
âThree kids was enough for you?â you tease, and Pam snorts out a laugh.Â
âMore than enough,â she replies. âWhat about you, though? Thinking of having another kid anytime soon?â
âI donât think so⌠well, not anytime soon, at least. Ask me again inââÂ
The sound of a doorknob turning stops you in your tracks, and a moment later, the door to the office swings open with a dull click.Â
âPrincipal Baker. Miss {L/N}.â Jungkook Jeon is standing at the threshold in a wool coat the color of charcoal, the buttons of which are undone to reveal the undoubtedly designer suit underneath. His dark hair is parted neatly across his forehead, still sprinkled with lingering snowflakes from his journey here, and you bite back the urge to remark on his tardiness. Instead, you stand when your boss stands up, mustering up every ounce of professionalism you possibly can.
âMr. Jeon,â Pam says, giving his hand a firm shake before gesturing to the empty chair beside you. âItâs nice to see you again. Please, take a seat.â
You incline your head in Jungkookâs direction as he lowers himself into the plastic chair, the legs scraping against the tiled floor in protest as he adjusts his position. âHello, Mr. Jeon. Thank you for finally joining us.â
If Jungkook notices the snarky inflection of your tone, he doesnât let it show. He merely levels you with a cool gaze, blinking lazily before turning to your boss. âExcuse my tardiness,â he says, smoothing down the lapels of his black jacket and straightening his slate blue tie. âI got here as fast as I could. Where is my daughter?â
Pam gestures toward the door. âDaeun is down the hall in the library, under Mr. Kimâs supervision. I thought it best if we spoke without the children first.â
The dark-haired man hums. âWhat happened, Principal? You were rather vague on the phone.â
Pam nods, and you exchange looks before she turns her attention back to Jungkook. âYes, well, as I explained on the phone, there was an incident. Daeun forcefully took her classmateâs book during the free reading period, and refused to return it when asked.â
At that, Jungkook casts you another glance. âI see. And I presume the classmate was Miss {L/N}âs daughter?â
âIt was,â you confirm, taking care to keep your tone even despite the irritation simmering in your belly. âThis is the second time Trixieâs been targeted by your daughter, Mr. Jeon. Do you think thatâs a coincidence?â
Jungkookâs eyes narrow, his lips twisting into a displeased frown. âI'm not sure I like what youâre implying, Miss {L/N}.â
The iciness in his voice is unmistakable, but you have fifteen minutesâ worth of annoyance festering in your bellyâannoyance that has amplified with every second that he made you wait. That, combined with his behavior last semester is enough to stir that annoyance into full-blown anger. Heâs been short with you every time youâve called to talk about his daughterâs progress in class, and you very nearly canceled his eight oâclock appointment to meet with you during Decemberâs parent-teacher conferences. You remember pulling up his contact information nineteen minutes after eight, thumb hovering over the call button on your phone when he finally burst into your classroom. No preamble, and no apology. He just sat down, as if nothing was amiss, and began asking about Daeunâs grades in math.
Itâs no wonder youâve never heard so much as a word about a Mrs. Jeon. The nosy part of your brain wonders about Jungkookâs home life on occasion, and the more vindictive part relishes in the fact that heâs no doubt a single parent. Any woman would have to be a saint to put up with Jungkook Jeon, you reason, because as far as youâre concerned, heâs the devil.Â
The devil dressed in head-to-toe Armani, who is currently fixing you with a look that could temper steel.Â
âMr. Jeon.â Pam, as always, is quick to diffuse the sudden tension thatâs settled over her office. âNo one is implying anything here. We just want to have a frank, civil discussion about Daeunâs behavior, and see if you can think of anything that may be causing her to act out. A recent change in her life, perhaps? Something new that she hasnât quite adjusted to yet?â
You take a deep breath, releasing it through your nose before putting your professional mask back on. âHer shift in behavior was extremely sudden,â you chime in, watching out of the corner of your eye as Pam inclines her head in agreement. âLaughing when Trixie and another classmate slipped and fell on the ice, and now this? I donât believe for a minute that this change came out of nowhereâsomething must have caused it. Daeun is a smart girl, Mr. Jeon. Sheâs outgoing and a little rambunctious, but sheâs always been kind to her classmates in the past. Todayâs behavior was incredibly out of character for her.â
A beat of silence passes, as your words fade into silence. Then Jungkook shifts in his seat, crossing one leg over the other as he turns his full attention to you. âWe keep talking about Daeun as if she was the only child involved in this incident, Miss {L/N}. Why donât we talk about your daughter instead? Trixie, is it?â
And just like that, your mask begins to splinter at the edges. âTrixie was reading quietly at the table when Daeun approached her,â you reply coolly. âShe didnât instigate anything, Mr. Jeon.â
âOh, and Iâm supposed to take your word for it?â Jungkook huffs out a humorless chuckle, leaning back in his seat. âI think you, of all people, might be a little bit biased.â
Fury flares in your belly, hot and bright. âI am a professional, Mr. Jeon,â you manage between clenched teeth. âI care about all of my students equally, and treat them as such. But I donât expect you to understand that.â
Jungkook opens his mouth to retort, but your boss stops him before he can utter a single syllable. âI think thatâs enough for today,â Pam says, rising to her feet and stepping around her desk to shake Jungkookâs hand. Even in heels, she only comes up to his chest, and you would have laughed at the height disparity if it werenât for the rage still bubbling through your veins. âLike I said before, the girls are just down the hall with Mr. Kim. If youâll follow meâŚâ
Pam ushers Jungkook out of the office, chattering mindlessly about the cafeteria renovations that are underwayâfunded in large part by Jungkook himself, youâre certain. As much as youâve grown to dislike the man, you know that he cares deeply about education and donates a rather large sum to your school every year. Trailing after them by a few paces, you listen as Pam points out a row of plaques hanging on the wall, honoring distinguished students and teachers alike.
The library, when you reach it, is empty save for three figures seated at one of several rectangular tables that occupy the middle of the room. Taehyung Kim, the copper-haired librarian, springs out of his seat upon your arrival, and you wave tiredly as he approaches with a warm, affable grin.Â
âWelcome!â Taehyung says, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses before extending a hand for Jungkook to shake. âYou must be Daeunâs dad. Iâm Taehyung Kim, the librarian here at Hybe.âÂ
âJungkook Jeon.â Then Jungkookâs gaze flits past him to where the two children are seated opposite one another. Daeun is a slender, petite girl with dark hair braided neatly down her back and round, brown eyes that are narrowed in concentration as she colors in a picture of a lion. Quietly, Jungkook strides over to his daughter, kneeling down beside her chair until heâs eye-level. âHey, Daeun,â you hear him murmur. âWhat happened today, hmm?â
You, meanwhile, join your own daughter at the table, sitting down in the chair Taehyung abandoned and taking in the paper and coloring utensils scattered across the surface âHey, jitterbug,â you murmur. âWere you nice to Mr. Kim while I was gone?â
âTae read us a book about butterflies,â Trixie replies, shrugging her little shoulders. âHe taught us about migration.â
You chuckle. âMigration, huh? That sounds interesting. You want to tell me all about it on the drive home?â
Trixie nods, her pigtails bobbing in time with the movement. Then she glances over to where Jungkook is instructing Daeun to pack up her backpack, tucking books and notebooks neatly inside while Daeun collects her crayons and puts them into a sparkly little pink case. âAre we going home now?â
âSoon, bug,â you promise. âI just have to finish up with Mr. Jeon and Principal Baker, okay?â
âOkay,â Trixie says agreeably, returning to her drawing. Pam gestures for you to join her and Jungkook near the library doors, and you meet Taehyungâs gaze as you brush past where heâs pulling a few books down for a display. Good luck, he mouths, and you suppress the urge to make a face. Instead, you mouth a quick thanks back, offering Daeun a quick smile as well before joining her father and your boss at the door.Â
âMr. Jeon,â Pam says, casting a surreptitious glance toward Daeun and Trixie before lowering her voice. âI donât think you should ignore this behavior from your daughter. If thereâs something in her home life that is making her act out, I can recommend a few counselors who would be more than happy to speak with the two of yââ
Jungkook shakes his head, a lock of dark hair coming loose from whatever gel heâs used to style it. âWith all due respect, Principal Baker, I donât appreciate my parenting abilities being called into question. I think itâs probably best if Daeun and I take our leave.â
Pam sighs. âMr. Jeon, I donât mean to offend. But Daeun did take a book out of Trixieâs hands.â
âAnd Iâll be sure to discipline her for that,â Jungkook replies. âBut if this is all over a book, Principal, I think the solution is simple. I can easily buy her whatever book she needs.â
âIâm not so sure itâs about the book itself,â you point out. âTaeâI mean, Mr. Kimâhas multiple copies of Charlotteâs Web available for the students.â
Jungkook hums and turns up the collar of his wool coat, pulling it snug around his throat. âNonetheless, I think weâre done here. Daeun, weâre leaving.â
The six-year-old looks up from the book Taehyung has checked out for her and immediately runs over to grab her fatherâs extended hand. âAre we going home?â she asks quietly, and he nods.Â
âYeah, we are, sweetheart. Come on. Say bye to your teachers.â
Obediently, Daeun waves to you and Taehyung before bidding Pam goodbye as well. Jungkook offers you a stiff nod, and Pam resignedly offers to walk the duo out. They depart together, and you watch as they disappear around the corner of the hall before turning to Taehyung with a heavy sigh. Trixie is still engrossed in her coloring, and you lower your voice as you join Taehyung where heâs begun re-shelving books from a cart of returns.Â
âThank god thatâs finally over,â you murmur.
Taehyung glances both ways, ensuring the coast is clear. âYeah. That Jungkook guy is a total wang.â
///
By the time you pull out of Hybe Academyâs parking lot, rush hour has well and truly begun. Silently, you curse Jungkookâs tardiness as you merge onto the main road and almost immediately come to a complete standstill amongst the traffic. Glancing back in the rearview mirror, you take in the sight of your daughter, buckled neatly into the backseat with her face pressed against the window.
âWhat color are we looking for today, bug?â
âRed,â she replies, her nose scrunching against the glass. Every day, your daughter picks a color and counts the number of cars she sees in that particular shade. Sheâs taken to keeping a running tally on the refrigeratorâworking toward the answer to a research question that only she understands. Her work is accompanied by a variety of figures and diagrams as well, which sheâs plastered across the remainder of the refrigerator door and are slowly encroaching on the freezer door as well. Youâre pretty sure sheâll need a larger surface soon enoughâthe wall of the hallway leading to the bedrooms would probably sufficeâbut until then, you have no plans to interfere with her creativity. If anything, you sometimes wish you could see the world through a childâs eyes againâto view every new experience as an adventure, and delight in the simple things. Itâs one of the many reasons you love working at Hybe, even if you do have to deal with the occasional entitled parent.
Unwillingly, your mind wanders back to Jungkook Jeon. Youâd be lying if you said you didnât find him attractive, even if youâre reluctant to admit it and refuse outright to say it aloud. Heâs blessed with the kind of face that angels could rhapsodize aboutâhis dark, expressive eyes set above a strong nose and an enticing mouth. His jawline is sharp as a knife, and youâre fairly certain the devil himself sculpted his thighs. Even beneath the drape of his expensive suits, you can see the definition of his musculature as clearly as if he wasnât wearing anything at all. You wonderâmore often than youâd like to admitâhow his workplace hasnât deemed his suits obscene. Maybe he needs a dress code, you think to yourself, easing off the brake as the cars in front of you begin to inch forward. Baggy clothes only from this point forward. The more skin covered, the better.Â
âOooh! Found one!â Trixie exclaims, tapping the glass vigorously. âAnd look, thereâs another. Itâs a darker red, though.â
You hum and nod toward the traffic up ahead, where you can glimpse the corner of a cherry red bumper. âWhat about that one up there? That makes three, right?â
In the mirror, you see your daughter nod. A few minutes pass, the two of you calling out when another red car is spotted, and traffic eventually eases up enough that you can continue your way home.Â
âSo, what did Mr. Kim teach you about butterflies?â you query as you make a right turn. âSomething about migration?âÂ
Trixie nods absently, still fixated on the cars driving by in the opposite lane. âYeah. They go south for the winter to stay warm.â
You glance at her reflection in the mirror again. âMust be nice.â
âYeah.â
Up ahead, the light turns green. You hit the gas, debating whether to bring up Daeun or not, but your daughter speaks again before you can dwell on it any further.Â
âItâs weird,â Trixie says, her face still pressed against the window and her breath misting the glass. âDaeun was never mean to me before. We werenât friends, not really. But now it feels like sheâs picking on me on purpose and I donât know why.âÂ
Something in your chest splinters at the tone of her voiceâsubdued and small. Sheâs dragging a finger through the fogged up glass now, tracing the crooked outline of a butterfly, and you take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking again.
âWeâll figure it out together, then, jitterbug. Now, why donât you start thinking about what you want for dinner?â
///
Mornings are always a little chaotic in your home. Trixie is sprinting around the entirety of the two-bedroom apartment looking for her favorite scrunchie, a half-eaten piece of toast clutched in one hand and her backpack swinging from the other. In the kitchen, youâre going through a mental checklist of all the places your daughter could have possibly left the accessory while sipping on your morning coffee. The mug nearly slips from your hand when your pet cat, Taco, slinks past your legs on her way to her food bowl, and you hiss out a sharp curse.
âFuck!â Hot liquid dribbles down your knuckles. The calico cat gives you an unimpressed look, and you glance both ways to make sure Trixie is out of earshot before wagging a reprimanding finger. âManners, Taco. Youâre better than this.â
Taco merely flicks her tail and turns back to her own breakfast, rebelliously batting her water bowl with a paw before settling down to eat. Sighing, you finish the remainder of your coffee and rinse out the mug, listening as Trixie darts in and begins rummaging through the silverware drawer.Â
âBug, I donât think your scrunchieâs in there,â you remark, earning yourself a shrug in response.
âCanât be too careful,â she says in a startlingly accurate impression of you, and you canât decide whether to laugh out loud or roll your eyes. Coming up empty, your daughter runs off again, and you return your attention to your bag, rifling through the folders and assignments within. âAha!â you hear in the distance, and smile. Trixie comes bounding down the hall a few seconds later with a sparkly holographic scrunchie in hand, and you obligingly help her wind it around her ponytail as she wriggles in place with excitement.
âReady to go?â you ask once finished, and she nods eagerly. âHave all your homework?â Another nod. âWhat about those books you have to return to Mr. Kim at the library?â
Trixie heaves a dramatic sigh and fixes you with a look. âYes, Mom. Can we go now?â
You chuckle and extend your hand for her to take, heaving your bag onto your opposite shoulder. âAll right, all right. Letâs go.â
Locking the front door, you and Trixie take the elevator down to the ground floor of the building and exit out into the wintry air. Your car is parked on a nearby side street, and immediately, you see that the windshield is coated in a light layer of frost. Sighing inwardly, you head toward the trunk where you store the ice scraper. Trixie releases your hand when you pop open the lid, and you turn to watch as she skips her way down the sidewalk. âSure you donât want a ride to school?â you call.
She stops, her nose wrinkling. âItâs lame to go to school with your teacher, Mom.â
You feign offense, slapping a hand to your heart. âOh? Iâm lame now, am I?â
âDonât take it personal,â Trixie replies, shrugging. âAll adults are kinda lame.â
With that, she waves and darts the rest of the way down the sidewalk, making her way to the bus stop at the end of the block. You watch her go, waiting until she safely joins the other half-dozen kids clustered on the corner beside the stop sign, before turning back to your car and climbing into the driverâs seat.Â
Thereâs something calming about your morning commuteâsomething about the low hum of the engine and the whir of wheels against asphalt that soothes your soul. The route downtown is a familiar one, and you navigate it with ease. A glance at the clock on the dashboard tells you that you have just enough time to grab some breakfast, and at the next intersection, you opt to turn left instead of right. Three minutes later, youâre pulling up to your favorite coffee shop in the city, snagging one of the few remaining parking spaces on the street and braving the chill one more time as you head for the brightly painted front door beneath the cheery sign that reads, Bean There, Done That!.Â
The smell of warm cinnamon and vanilla washes over you as soon as you step inside the coffee shop. Thereâs a relatively short line, and you pull out your phone as you join it, scrolling through news articles and notifications until you reach the counter. âGood morning, Bonnie,â you greet the middle-aged woman working the cash register, before waving at the man whoâs already brewing a fresh espresso in the corner. âMorning, Jin.â
âHiya, {Name},â Jin replies. As the owner of the shop and a dear friend of yours, he knows your usual order like the back of his hand. âGot your coffee going right now.â
Bonnie smiles at you, nodding as Jin plops your finished drink down and joins her at the counter. âMorning, hun. Youâre too late again, Iâm afraid. Can I get you something else?â
You glance over at the glass display case where all the baked goods are housed, disappointment sinking into your stomach when you see the empty row in the bagel section. âNo cinnamon streusel? Again?â
âSome guy beat you to the last one,â Jin answers as Bonnie rings up your coffee and slides it across the counter into your waiting hands. âSame one as last week, actually. He comes here pretty regularly.â
Your eyes narrow. âYou mean the same jerk has taken my bagel three times now? How is it that I havenât run into him yet?â
âI dunnoâdudeâs an early riser, I guess. You missed him by about ten minutes this time, but sometimes heâs in here even earlier than that.â Jin shrugs and jabs a thumb toward the back where you can just barely see the kitchen through a small window. âWeâve got more bagels going right now though, if you can wait five minutes.â
The time on your phoneâs screen tells you that you cannot. âSorry,â you tell him. âIf I donât leave now, Iâll be late for school.â Turning, you nod at Bonnie and drop a few bills into the tip jar. âSee you both tomorrow.â
âWait!â Jin pats down his apron pockets and fishes out a crumpled napkin from within. âI almost forgot. The guyâhe left a note.â
âHe left⌠what?â You frown. âWhy?â
Awkwardly, Jin clears his throat. âI, uh, may have let it slip that he kept beating you to the last cinnamon streusel bagel on Friday. And then he asked if he could leave you a note, soâŚ.â Uncrumpling the napkin, he extends it toward you. âHere.â
You canât help itâcuriosity roots in your belly and winds its way to your fingers as you carefully accept the note and smooth it out on the countertop.
Better luck next time ;)
âThat prick.â
Jin winces. âYeah, I know. I mean, he does always leave a twenty in the tip jar, but yeah, totally. Iâm with you. Guyâs a wang.â
Youâre barely listening. Scowling, you fumble for the pen in your purse, taking the napkin that Bonnie wordlessly hands you and scribbling out your own note so fiercely you nearly rip through the papery material.
Game on, mister.
///
The rest of the week seems to drag by, until Friday arrives at long last and shepherds with it stormy gray clouds on the horizon. Youâre already feeling rather grumpyâno doubt thanks in part to the collection of snarky napkin notes youâve accumulated over the past few daysâand the sunâs absence only serves to exacerbate your foul mood. Even worse, you had an unfortunate run-in with one Mr. Jungkook Jeon yesterday, meeting with him in the principalâs office following an incident where Daeun took and hid Trixieâs favorite holographic scrunchie. Thankfully, it was recovered quickly, but even now the mere thought of Jungkook Jeonâs stupid, condescending face is enough to tank your mood. Scowling, you lock your car and head in the direction of Bean There, Done That!, carefully eyeing every person who exits in an effort to discern whether they might have purchased a cinnamon streusel bagel and hoping that none of them have snagged the last.
Youâre running a full forty-five minutes early todayâall in an attempt to beat the damned bagel thief. Half an hour hadnât been enoughâyou found that out the hard way yesterday, when Bonnie had greeted you with an apologetic smile and Jin had wordlessly doubled the usual shot of espresso in your coffee without charge. Looking back, your initial attempts to be a mere fifteen minutes earlier were feeble at worst and laughable at best. But today, you think, today will be different.Â
The bell over the door jingles pleasantly when you step inside the coffee shop, and you immediately deflate when Jin catches your eye and shakes his head. Heâs there to greet you when you finally reach the front of the line, and you sigh as you accept the folded napkin he hands over. âHe beat me? Again? Does this guy not sleep?â
âHe was super early today,â Jin replies with a shrug. Groaning, you unfold the note and smooth it out on the counter, sucking in a breath when you read the words scrawled there.Â
Whatâs that saying again? Something about the early bird always getting the worm? ;)
âThat fucking asshole,â you grit out. âIâm gonna kill him.â
âTesty,â Jin says, clicking his tongue. âWhatâs got your panties in a bunch today?â
You sigh. âSchool stuff, mostly. I had to meet with the father of one of my students yesterday, and heâs a real piece of work. And then I was up late grading homework.â
âYou could always assign less,â Jin offers up unhelpfully, which earns him a snort and an eye-roll from you. Relenting, he instead begins pouring your coffee, chattering on as the hot liquid splashes into your cup. âSo, about this guyâs impending doom. How exactly do you plan on murdering a man when you donât even know what he looks like?â
âStop being logical,â you groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose. âI donât want to hear it.â
Just then, the coffee shop door flies open, letting in a gust of chilly wind. You turn to see Bonnie bustling inside, wearing a bright pink woolen hat and ushering along her eleven-year old son, Caleb. âHi, hun,â she greets you, her nose scrunching when she sees your frown. âI take it you still havenât found your mystery bagel man?â
You heave a sigh, shaking your head. âI donât think I can get DNA off of his notes, so no. I have no idea who this guy is, which means I have no way of tracking him down and giving him a piece of my mind.â
Bonnie tuts sympathetically and pats your arm. âSorry, hun.â Giving your elbow an affectionate squeeze, she slips past the counter and into the back room to grab her paycheck. Jin finishes up with your drink, and you thank him as you take a long sip. Then you turn to Bonnieâs son, whoâs taken a seat in a nearby booth and is doodling on a piece of scrap paper.Â
âHey, Caleb. Howâs it going?â
The boy, normally quite talkative, just shrugs. Taken aback, you decide not to press the issue and instead turn back to Jin, whoâs wiping down the espresso machine and whistling something that sounds vaguely like âNever Gonna Give You Upâ under his breath. Bonnie returns then, and you give her a quizzical glance as she pours herself a to-go cup of coffee and adds two generous pumps of caramel syrup. Is something up with Caleb? you mouth, and watch as confusion flits across her face before realization dawns.
âDonât worry about him,â she whispers, approaching you so you can hear. âHeâs just a little bummed from yesterday. Misspelled âserendipityâ in the school spelling bee, and it cost him the win in the end.â
You wince. âOuch. That hurts.â
âYeah, that sucks real hard,â Jin chimes in from his spot at the espresso machine. âLittle guy didnât even try to steal a cookie from the display like he normally does.â
Bonnie chuckles. âIâll grab a couple to-go, thenâa double chocolate and a snickerdoodle, if you please. But then weâve really got to head out. School starts in twenty.â
At the reminder, you pull out your phone and glance at the time. âYeah, I need to leave soon too. Give my best to Caleb, okay? Thereâs always next yearâs spelling bee.â Turning to Jin, you hand over your credit card to pay for the coffee before grabbing a pen and a napkin. It takes you a few seconds to figure out what you want to write, and then another few to scrawl out the note:
Donât forget, the tortoise always beats the hare in the end.
Straightening up, you hand the napkin over to Jin, who accepts it wordlessly and tucks it into his pocket. And once heâs handed your card back to you, you wave goodbye to both Jin and Bonnie before heading out.
Itâs typically a five-minute drive to Hybe Academy from the coffee shop, but this morning, it takes you almost ten. Every red light in the city has seemingly teamed up in order to make you late, and you make it through the door of your classroom with mere minutes to spare. Thankfully, the first bell hasnât rung yet, and to your surprise, Taehyung is still lounging in your desk chair when you enter the room. The two of you have a longstanding tradition of having breakfast together in the morningsâeven if breakfast just turns out to be two extra-large cups of coffee with anywhere between zero and four shots of espresso added in. Taehyung occasionally brings in some of his kitchen experiments as well, and youâve had to politely decline his offer to share on more than one occasion.Â
âHey, there you are!â Taehyung grins and props his feet up onto your desk, crossing one leg over the other. âI was just about to leave.â
âReally? It looks like youâve made yourself pretty comfortable,â you reply, dropping your bag onto the floor and collapsing into the chair heâs pulled up beside him. âMust be nice, not having to worry about being on time for first period.â
Taehyung nestles deeper into the back of your chair and lets his eyes drift shut. âSure is.â
You snort and take a sip of your coffee. âJerk.â
âIâm rubber, youâre glue,â he replies without missing a beat, his eyes remaining staunchly shut.
Shaking your head, you instead direct your attention to the tupperware container thatâs sitting on the desk in front of your friend. You can see what looks like some kind of pastry inside, and prod curiously at it before poking Taehyung in the shoulder. âSo, whatâs this? Donât tell me you tried to make croque monsieurs again.â
âExcuse you, those werenât even that bad,â he defends, his eyes flying open. âAnd no, I didnât. I made quiche this time.â
âRight,â you say suspiciously. âAnd whatâs in it?â
âBacon, cheese, onions,â Taehyung lists with a shrug. âOh, and a few baby carrots I had on hand. I didnât really know what else to do with them.â
Itâs far from the strangest combination your friend has come up withâa sentiment you voice aloud as you pry open the edge of the container and accept the fork he hands over. âThis feels shockingly normal.â Cautiously, you dig into an edge and bring it to eye level so you can examine the filling. âAre you sure youâre feeling all right?â
âIâm going to start force feeding you if you donât stop teasing,â Taehyung threatens, grabbing a fork for himself and helping himself to a generous bite. âSeriously, give it a tryâI promise itâs good. I didnât even drop any eggshells in it this time.â
Laughing, you bring the quiche to your mouth. The pastry is flaky and the filling is smooth, and youâre pleasantly surprised by the harmonious balance of seasonings that you taste. Taehyung watches in satisfaction as you go in for a bigger piece, and pushes the tupperware closer when you nearly drop it.Â
âTold you it was good,â he says smugly, and you can only nod your agreement and raise your coffee in silent commendation.Â
The two of you eat in silence for a few momentsâuntil you remember the napkin shoved in your pocket and pull it out with a grimace. Youâve ranted to Taehyung about your new nemesis on more than one occasion by this point, and he doesnât even blink as he flattens out the material and scans the words scrawled there. âIâve gotta say, the guyâs got good handwriting,â he remarks, and you immediately fix him with a scowl.Â
âReally? Youâve got to say that?â
Taehyung holds up his hands innocently. âJust an observation,â he says. âHow many of these notes do you even have now? Three?â
âFive,â you grumble. âAnd Iâm still no closer to figuring out who he is. I donât suppose you have access to a police database or anything, right? Some way to match this guyâs handwriting?â
âIâm pretty sure it doesnât work like that,â is Taehyungâs blasĂŠ reply. âBesides, itâs not like youâre going to do anything, even if you do figure out who he is. Youâll just keep stewing until something else comes along, so why even bother with the manhunt in the first place?â
You sniff. âIâm raising Trixie to be a strong, determined woman who can accomplish anything she sets her mind to. What kind of example would I be setting if I canât do this one thing?â
Taehyung doesnât even bother trying to disguise his snort of laughter. âYouâre so full of shit. Jesus Christ.â
The bell rings, thenâsignaling that students have five minutes to make their way to their classrooms. You sigh, and Taehyung wordlessly stands up and begins gathering his tupperware back into his bag, tucking the cutlery in last and grabbing his remaining coffee as he turns toward the door.Â
âCatch you later,â he says at the threshold, and you wave him off before brushing a few stray crumbs off your desk. Finishing off the last of your coffee, you pull your planner from your bag and absentmindedly shove the napkin note in its placeâputting away any and all thoughts of your bagel nemesis as students slowly begin filtering into your classroom. Trixie briefly catches your eye as she files in with a couple of her friends, and you smile as you rise from your seat and begin outlining the dayâs lesson plan on the chalkboard.Â
Thereâs no doubt that Fridays are your favorite. Friday afternoons at Hybe Academy are dedicated to the arts, and listening to the soft strains of music coming from the orchestra room and the various solo instruments taking lessons brings you boundless joy. You love seeing the new paintings on the walls the following Monday too, and often stay a while after school lets out on Friday to hang up the pieces produced by your own class.Â
But this particular Fridayâit isnât going as planned at all.
Youâre beginning to think that this morningâs strike from your bagel thief was an omen. Up until two hours ago, itâs just been the usual inconveniences and minor drawbacksâa misplaced pencil here, or a spilled bit of juice there. But now, halfway through the schoolday, you feel like youâre drowning. Your stomach is growling and your hair is in disarray, and itâs all thanks to the fact that you currently have twice the amount of students you normally do occupying your classroomâall of whom are seemingly intent on covering every available surface with splatters of paint.Â
You canât blame Miss Kumar, of course. Family emergencies are just thatâemergencies. They canât be predicted or controlled, and when she was called at lunchtime with unexpected news, you understood that she had to leave immediately. In an unfortunate turn of events, none of the Academyâs usual substitute teachers were available, and you soon found yourself haplessly watching on as her first-graders filed into your room with chairs in tow, taking up residence two to a desk alongside your own students.Â
And even though youâre doing your absolute best to maintain some semblance of order, you know youâve lost when one of Miss Kumarâs studentsâNicholas, you think his name isâupends a little plastic canister of paint onto his desk and splats both hands into it. Blue paint goes flying in every direction, and as he giggles, the other children quickly begin to follow his lead.Â
âGuys, no, waitââ you try to say, but itâs too late. A fully fledged paint fight has broken out, and you watch in horror as Daeun flings a dollop of yellow paint straight onto Trixieâs Hercules shirt.Â
If thereâs a bright spot in all of this, itâs that Principal Pam Baker works fast. Youâd called her mere minutes into the fight breaking out, and sheâd done her part by calling the parents of the students youâd named as instigators of the fight. Those who could came in right away, and once you managed to settle everyone down, you brought their kids down to Pamâs office so that she could have a group meeting with both the parents and students alike. The remaining children you took to the library to be watched by Taehyung while you cleaned up your classroom. Itâs an absolute disaster zone, and youâve only just begun spraying down the first desk when the door flies open.
âMost of the children are at the library,â you say without turning around, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn bit of red paint on the corner of the desk with a wet wipe. âIf youâre looking for your child, youâd best head over there.â
âActually, Iâm here to speak to you,â a familiar voice says, and dread pools in your stomach as you turn and find yourself face-to-face with none other than Jungkook Jeon, his dark eyes unreadable. On his wrist, just barely concealed beneath the sleeve of his charcoal overcoat, you can see his expensive silver watch glinting in the fluorescent light.
âMr. Jeon,â you manage once youâve found your voice again. âHow can I help you?â
For a few long seconds, Jungkook remains silent. He steps over the threshold and into your classroom, taking in the paint-splattered walls and the chairs scattered haphazardly about. Then his gaze settles on you, his nose wrinkling slightly as he speaks again.Â
âIt smells in here.â
âItâs the paint,â you answer shortly, stepping over an upended cup of brushes and making your way to the window. Fumbling with the lock, you struggle for a few seconds before finally managing to heave it open, letting in a welcome gust of cool wintry air.Â
Jungkook watches all of this in silence. Then he hums, faint amusement lacing his voice. âI see that.â
Irritation blooms in your belly at his blasĂŠ tone. âWhat did you want to talk about, Mr. Jeon? If youâre looking for Daeun, Iâm afraid sheâs down the hall in Principal Bakerâs office.â
âIâm well aware of that.â Jungkook takes a step forward, the heels of his sleek black oxfords clicking against the tiled floor. âThis is the second time youâve lost control of your classroom, I believe. And tell me, Miss {L/N}, why has my daughter been sent to the principalâs office two days in a row, now?â
You glance up from where youâve begun wiping at a spot of hot pink paint on the windowsill. âWith all due respect, Mr. Jeon, I think thatâs a question that only Daeun can answer.â
âDaeun.â Thereâs outright laughter in Jungkookâs voice nowâbut itâs the humorless sort that makes the hairs on your neck stand on end. âRight, of course. The blame is always on my daughter, isnât it? Never any of the others. Never your own.â
For a moment, you can only stare at him. Then, without even fully realizing what youâre doing, you begin walking forward. First one step, and then anotherâuntil the tips of your sensible block heels are mere inches from the tips of his oxfords. Emotion is building steadily in your chestâa cocktail of exhaustion and anger topped off with the dayâs frustrationsâand all of it comes flooding out as you raise your chin and look Jungkook Jeon square in the eye.Â
âUnlike you, I saw what happened today, Mr. Jeon. Several students were responsible for instigating and perpetuating this fight, and unfortunately, Daeun was one of them. I donât appreciate you implying that I favor any of my students over others, and I certainly donât appreciate you questioning my ability as a teacher.â Your chest heaves as you pause to take a breath. âI am a professional, Mr. Jeon. Maybe you donât think so, but I am. Iâve been teaching for nearly a decade, and Iâve spent almost every day with these children for the past year. You donât get to come in here and disrespect me in my own classroom. I donât care how much money you give to this school. Iâm not beholden to you or your money, and Iâll thank you to not come in here with unnecessary attitude and finger-pointing.â
Your blood is rushing in your ears by the time your speech comes to an end. Jungkook is silent, staring down his nose at you for three long seconds before he deliberately raises a dark eyebrow. âAre you finished?â he asks.Â
You shiver as his hot breath fans against your cheeks. âNo.â And then, in a surge of stupid, adrenaline-fueled bravery, you add, âI kind of want to cuss you out, to be honest.â
The other eyebrow rises to join the first, as a huff of wry laughter escapes his lips. âOh?â
You deflate slightly, your bottom lip finding its way between your teeth. It shouldnât be so easy for a parent to get a rise out of you, but Jungkook seems to do it so easilyâand so often. âIâm not going to,â you murmur.Â
âNo?â Jungkookâs gaze darts down to your lips, then up to your eyes, and then down to your lips again. âThatâs rather disappointing.â
Unwittingly, youâve drifted even closer to him since you first started talking. You can see each fleck of amber in his irises, and could probably count each of his individual eyelashes if you so cared. This close to him, you can see that one of his eyebrows is piercedâhis dark hair brushed back just enough to reveal the silvery metal embedded in his skin. You donât pull away though, and neither does he. If anything, he seems to be willing you closerâhis lips parting and his tongue darting out to moisten them.
And then he blinks, and you pull back as if burned. âIf⌠if thatâs all, I should really get back to cleaning up,â you stammer, hating the wobble in your voice as you return to your desk and grab a fresh wet wipe. âPrincipal Bakerâs office is down the hall on the left.â
âI remember. I was there yesterday, after all.â The faint amusement has returned to his tone. Straightening his tie, he begins making his way to the exit, only to pause in the doorframe and glance at you once more over his shoulder. âOh, and Miss {L/N}?â
You look up. âYes?â
âYou should really look in a mirror. It looks like a Smurf exploded on your face.âÂ
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Saturday brings with it clear blue skies and a sweet, sweet reprieve from the chaos of the week. Youâd promised Trixie that you would make ratatouille together over the weekendâjust like in the movieâand now youâre making good on that promise as you push a shopping cart around the grocery store with your daughter skipping happily by your side. âOoh! We need these, right?â she exclaims, pointing at a display of zucchini, and you nod, watching as she carefully selects two and plunks them into the cart.Â
Together, the two of you finish up in the produce section and head for the aisles that house all the baking goods. Trixie peruses the shelves as you stock up on the essentialsâflour, sugar, and a couple boxes of baking soda. Then you grab a package of chocolate chips, laughing when Trixie immediately perks up at the sound of the bag crinkling and whirls around to look at you with wide, eager eyes.Â
 âCan we do chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies?â she asks, clasping her hands in front of her chest.Â
âI think youâre pushing your luck, young lady,â you tell her, but relent when she selflessly offers to bring the extras to class on Monday to share.Â
Ten minutes later, youâre heading toward the checkout line when you suddenly realize that youâve forgotten something. âTomatoes,â you say aloud, glancing down at Trixie apologetically. âTotally slipped my mind. Letâs go grab some, bug.â
Trixie sighs dramatically, but turns toward the produce section nonetheless. Faster than you can blink, she trots off, leaving you to trail after her with the shopping cart. Maneuvering around a particularly tall display of onions, you pull out your phone to check the grocery list one more timeâonly to be interrupted by the metallic clang of your shopping cart hitting another. Immediately, you open your mouth to apologize, but stop short when your eyes meet the owner of the other cart.
âO-oh,â you stammer, your head spinning as you try to recover your full vocabulary. âMr. Jeon. I⌠I didnât see you there.â
Jungkook chuckles. âThat much I gathered.â Then he nods toward Trixie, who you can just barely see two aisles and a crate of watermelons away. âDoing some shopping, Miss {L/N}?â
You donât respond. Your brain is in overdrive, struggling to reconcile the Jungkook standing in front of you with the one youâd seen just yesterday in your paint-splattered classroom. His dark hair isnât parted neatly across his forehead for onceâinstead, it falls in soft waves around his face. Rather reluctantly, your brain acknowledges that he looks goodâirritatingly so. Youâve never seen him in casual clothes beforeâonly neatly pressed suits that cost more than your entire paycheckâand the change is jarring to say the least. His purple sweatshirt is baggy and his black joggers are just tight enough to show off the definition of his thighs, andâ
âhang on, is he wearing Birkenstocks?
Trixie, thankfully, comes to the rescue as you gape at Jungkookâs feet for several seconds too long. âIs this enough?â she asks, lugging a plastic bag bulging with at least a dozen heirloom tomatoes. Still a little shellshocked, you look down at her, blinking dumbly before bursting into laughter.
âThatâs plenty, bug. In fact, we probably need to put some back, unless you want tomatoes in your cookies too.â
âThat doesnât sound too bad,â Trixie says thoughtfully, pursing her lips. âOr we can make marinara and have spaghetti and meatballs tomorrow!â
Jungkook chooses that moment to huff out a laugh of his own. âSpaghetti and meatballs, huh? Great minds must think alikeâDaeun suggested the exact same thing for our dinner tonight. Only thing is, weâre apparently making everything by hand, even the spaghetti. And weâve never made pasta before, soâŚâ He chuckles. âYou can imagine how well thatâll probably go.â
You glance around the nearest visible aisles. âDaeunâs a proper little chef, I see. Is she here with you?â
The dark-haired man gestures toward the back of the grocery store. âI tasked her with grabbing some milk and eggs while I get the onions. She wonât go near them until theyâre cooked, so I figured this would be most efficient.â
You grin. âDivide and conquer, huh?â
âExactly,â Jungkook answers with a surprisingly boyish smile. You note with amusement that his front teeth are more prominent than the rest, just enough to give him the resemblance of a rabbit. Rather unfairly, it somehow manages to work in his favor when put together with the rest of him. Your cheeks warm when you register again just how handsome he truly is, and you quickly suck in a deep breath as you search around for a distraction.
Youâre in luck. Daeun rounds the corner of a nearby display of cantaloupes with a wide grin, a gallon jug of milk and a carton of eggs in either hand. Her grin widens when she spots you, and you chuckle as she tries and fails to raise her jug-bearing hand to wave.
âHi, Miss {L/N}!â she exclaims as she comes to a stop alongside Jungkookâs cart and deposits her goods inside. âWhatâre you doing here?â
âDae,â Jungkook chides gently, but you laugh and wave him off.
âHi, Daeun. Iâm doing some shopping with Trixie, just like you are with your dad. Speaking of whichâyou probably have a lot of cooking to get to.â You return your attention to Jungkook. âI mean, I know we do. Somehow, I was talked into making two types of cookies this weekend, so we should really head out and get started.â
âWaitâhang on a second.â Jungkook speaks again, and maybe itâs your imagination but you think you hear a tinge of desperation in his tone. âIâm actually glad we ran into you today. We were going to do this on Monday but since youâre both here, Daeun has something sheâd like to say to Trixie. Isnât that right, Dae?â
Daeunâs gaze drops to where sheâs scuffing her sneakered feet against the tiled linoleum floor. Jungkook reaches down, giving her an encouraging nudge, and she hesitates for a second before looking back up and glancing between you and Trixie. âIâm sorry,â she begins shyly. âI shouldnâtâve thrown paint at you. Or taken your book.â And when Jungkook nudges her again and lifts an eyebrow, she continues again. âAnd⌠Iâm sorry for laughing when you fell down on the playground. It wasnât funny, and I wasnât being nice. Iâm really sorry, Trixie.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, as Daeun falls silent and looks at your daughter hopefully. You glance between the two girls, then up at Jungkook, who still has a hand on Daeunâs shoulder and seems to be holding his breath. Trixie, for her part, looks to be deep in thought, her face scrunched in contemplation as she taps a finger against her lips. Vaguely, you wonder if you should say something, but decide against it.
And then Trixie beams, toothy and bright. Daeunâs answering smile is still tentative, but it transforms into full-blown giggles when your daughter rushes forward and clasps one of her hands in both of her own. âI forgive you,â she says shortly, giving her hand a shake like a little businesswoman. You and Jungkook watch on as the two girls proceed to skip off, hand-in-hand and singing âBaby Sharkâ.Â
âWow,â you remark, turning back to Jungkook. âI have to admit, Iâm a little surprised. What brought that on?â
Jungkook begins to look rather sheepish, scratching at the back of his neck. âI actually have a bit of a confession to make. Not to mention, I owe you a huge apology. I talked to Dae last night, and⌠well, you were right. She wasnât acting out for no reason. She⌠she was actually jealous of Trixie."
You frown. "What?"
He nods. "Yeah. See, I got promoted at my job a while ago. Right after the holidays, I had to start working longer hours, which of course meant less time at home with her. And I guess all of that took its toll, especially since I had to stop taking her to school every morning.â He sighs. âShe didnât adjust very well to that. I tried my best to make things work, but thereâs only so much I can do, you know? Eventually I had to set up a morning carpool with some of the neighbors. And I tried to ease the transition as much as I could, butâŚâ He trails off with another sigh. âGuess I did kind of a shit job there.âÂ
Your mind is reeling at all of this new information, but you manage to find your voice again after a few moments. âYou did your best,â you tell him, resisting the sudden urge to reach out and touch his arm. âAnd youâre still trying. Thatâs all that matters, you know. Youâre trying to make things better. Daeun can sense that, and believe me, itâs paying off.â
Jungkook chuckles. âI think youâre giving me too much credit, but thank you. Iâm just glad that Dae has a good school and good teachers. Actually, youâve always been her favorite, did you know that?â
You didnât. âReally?â
âReally.âÂ
You arenât sure what to say after that, so you opt to look around instead. At some pointâyou arenât sure whenâthe two of you mustâve started walking around the grocery store again because all around you are shelves full of bread and baked goods. Mindlessly, you grab a bag of everything bagels and smile when Jungkook follows your lead and drops a bag into his own cart.
A few minutes of meandering later, you find Trixie and Daeun together in the snack aisle, deep in discussion about their favorite candies. The conversation winds down as you and Jungkook approach, and you decide not to comment when Trixie not-so-surreptitiously slips a package of chocolate caramels into your shopping cart.
âWe should probably get going,â you say instead, pulling out your phone and glancing at the time. âGosh, there really arenât enough hours in the day. You ready, bug?â
âYep!â Trixie replies cheerily, turning to wave goodbye to Daeun and Jungkook. âBye, Daeun! Bye, Mr. Jeon!â
âSee you Monday, Trixie! You too, Miss {L/N}!â Daeun exclaims. And as you and Jungkook exchange smiles and farewells of your own, you feel lighter than youâve felt in days, as if an invisible weight has lifted.
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Like clockwork, Monday morning finds you at the counter of Bean There, Done That! with an apologetic Jin offering you your usual coffee in a size larger than the one youâd paid for. âAgain?â you exclaim as you accept the cup and take a generous sip. âI canât believe this. You opened like, twenty minutes ago.â
The corner of Jinâs mouth twitches. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he produces a full tray of cinnamon streusel bagels from somewhere beneath the counter, picking out the best-looking one before sliding the tray into its spot in the display. âI just wanted to see the look on your face,â he admits as he slips the bagel into a paper bag and hands it over. âThese are freshâstill pretty warm, in fact. Surprised you didnât smell them when you came in.â
âI did smell them,â you tell him, wagging a finger. âBut the blueberry bagels are always kind of overpowering and this whole place tends to smell like vanilla anyway, so excuse me for taking you for your word when you said you were out.â
âYou know, a simple âthank youâ wouldâve sufficed,â Jin sniffs. Then he gestures to the stack of napkins next to the cash register and waggles his eyebrows. âCare to leave a snarky note of your own?â
A slow grin spreads across your face as you start fishing in your purse for a pen. âAbso-fucking-lutely.â
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The rest of the day goes smoothly, and youâre pretty sure itâs all thanks to the cinnamon streusel bagel youâd had the time to truly savor this morning. Youâd even bought an extra for Taehyung, who for his part contributed a tupperware full of bacon strips and a pitcher of mixed berry smoothie to your breakfast. For lunch youâd made sure to eat a healthy dose of vegetables, and as you head into the final period of the day, you feel more than ready to give a room full of children their next big assignment.
âAll right, class,â you say as your students filter into the classroom and start taking their seats. âWeâve been learning about the animal kingdom for the last few weeks, and itâs finally time to put everything weâve learned so far together. Iâm going to go around and hand each of you a card. Take a look at itâyouâll either see a picture of an animal, or the name of an animal.â Grabbing the stack of cards off your desk, you begin distributing them, slowly making your way up and down the rows of desks. âThen, I want you to get up out of your seats and find the card that matches yours. If thereâs a picture of a zebra on your card, you want to find the person with âzebraâ written on their card. And that person will be your partner for this project. Does that make sense to everyone?â
Nods and exclamations of affirmation all around. Satisfied, you hand out the last of your cards and return to your desk, gesturing for your students to stand up and find their partners. You watch as the children mill around, exclaiming happily when they find their match. Much to your satisfaction, you see that Daisyâa little girl who always has her blond hair corralled into a neat braidâand Josiahâa well-mannered boy with a different-colored polo for each day of the weekâjust so happen to be partners. You hadnât planned it that way, but youâve always gotten the feeling that there was a hint of a little crush there.
Another pleasant surprise comes in the form of Daeun, whoâs plopped herself in the seat beside Trixie and is animatedly gesturing at her card. Even from your spot in the front of the classroom, you can read the big block letters that spell out âpenguinâ and see the corresponding line drawing on Trixieâs card. And as the girls begin to chat, itâs as if the issues of the last few months hadnât happened at all.
Your class spends the last few hours of the school day in the library, working on their newly assigned project. Youâve set up shop at the table nearest Taehyungâs desk, which youâve always kind of envied. Perfectly round and situated in the center of the room, it allows for a 360-degree view of the entire library if he so much as spins in his chair. âHonestly, I could get so much done if I had one of these,â you lament to him as you watch Josiah sharpen Daisyâs pencil for her out of the corner of your eye. âIâd set up the best frickinâ assembly line you ever saw.â
âYou sound like a workaholic,â Taehyung replies, doing yet another lazy revolution in his seat. âOr a lunatic. Same thing, really.âÂ
Resisting the urge to stick your tongue out at him, you settle for rolling your eyes instead. The final bell of the day rings, and you shepherd your students out of the library with your friend on your heels. As the children disperse to their lockers, you trail after Trixie and Daeun, waiting for the two to say their goodbyes so you and your daughter can walk to the car together. Itâs still odd seeing the two getting along so well, but you arenât about to question it as you and Taehyung follow the girls to their lockersâwhich happen to be in the same section of the hallwayâand then out and into the bright afternoon sun. Smiling, you listen to them chattering excitedly about the project even as Taehyung launches into a tirade about his latest rent increase.
âSeriously, I should just move at this pointâitâs fucking ridiculous. I donât even use the conference center, and the indoor pool is just a waste of space when thereâs a public one thatâs twice the size three blocks away. And that one even has a hot tub! Not to mentionââ
You sigh, cutting him off mid-sentence. âJeez, Tae, just move. Youâve been threatening to for over a year now, and itâs not like anyoneâs forcing you to stay. You donât even like the neighborhood, for godâs sake. I donât know why you stuck around for that long.â
Taehyung sniffs. âMovingâs just such a hassle, you know? I really wanted to avoid it, but I guess I canât this time around. A 22% rent increase⌠fucking hell. Youâll help me pack, wonât you?â
âIâd rather not.â
âBut youâre so good at packing! And you have all that bubble wrap and the box of styrofoam peanuts hoarded in your closetââ
âStored in my closet.â
âWhatever,â he says dismissively, waving you off. âIâm not here to debate semantics with you.â
âNo, youâre here to guilt me into helping you move,â you reply. âWhatâs up with that, anyway? I thought you swore off of renting U-Hauls for good after last time. You were googling moving companies and getting quotes for weeks.â
âYeah, I definitely lost that spreadsheet,â Taehyung admits. âBesides, moneyâs a little tight right now. Every last bit of spare change we have is going toward Jiminâs new pilates studio. Weâre saving wherever and whenever we can.â
You nod in understanding at the mention of his fiancĂŠ and his new business venture. âHowâs all that going, anyhow? I know Jiminâs been super busyâwe havenât been to bar trivia in weeks.â
âYeah, itâs a whole thing,â Taehyung says, pinching the bridge of his nose. âStarting a business is hardâwho knew?â
âWho knew, indeed,â you echo. Youâre about to say something else, too, but any semblance of coherence flies out of your head when you glance at the girls again and see that theyâve come to a stop. Thereâs a sleek black Mercedes-Benz idling at the curb, and leaning against it is none other than Jungkook Jeonâdressed in a sharp navy blue ensemble with his hair slicked back and dark sunglasses perched on his nose. Itâs impossible to tell whether heâs seen you yet, and itâs all you can do to tear your gaze away before you get caught staring. Turning back instead to Taehyung, you raise a hand in farewell. âWell, it looks like this is my stop.â
âSeems that way,â your friend hums, casting a curious glance at Trixie, whoâs enthusiastically greeted Jungkook with a Hi again, Mr. Jeon! and is now giggling with Daeun about how they can see their reflections in his car. âSee you tomorrow. Donât get into too much trouble!â
You roll your eyes at the flagrant wink Taehyung sends your way, surreptitiously flipping him off from behind your tote bag. Then you make your way over to your daughter, whoâs still engrossed in conversation. Coming to a stop behind her, you lay a hand on her shoulder, smiling as she looks up and flashes you a big grin. âAll righty. You ready to go home, jitterbug?â you ask.
Trixie juts her bottom lip out into a pout. âCan I go to Daeunâs?â
You raise an eyebrow, glancing up at Jungkook, whoâs now scrolling through his phone. Then you return your gaze to your daughter, taking in her eager, bright eyes. âI donât know, bug. Have you asked Mr. Jeon if you can come over?â
Daeun pipes up then, her pigtails bobbing with every word. âHe says itâs okay, Miss {L/N}! Since we have a project to work on and all. He even said we can order takeout for dinner!â
Again, you look at Jungkook. His expression is unreadable behind his sunglasses, but when he feels your gaze he glances up, tucking his phone back into his pocket and pushing his sunglasses up onto his head. âDaeâs rightâI did promise the girls takeout. Sorry to catch you off guard with last-minute plans like this, Miss {L/N}. If youâd like, youâre welcome to join us as well.â
You blink. To say that the invitation has caught you off guard would be a massive understatement, and as your brain races to catch up, you suddenly realize that heâs willing to let you come to his home. You would be in his spaceâwhere he lives, eats, sleeps. The thought is simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating.
âIâI donât want to impose,â you finally manage after what feels like an eternity. âIâm sure youâre busy, and I have a lot of homework to grade, andâŚâ You trail off, hesitant, and Jungkook waits a beat before chiming in.
âNo imposition at all,â he says, offering you a small smile. âHonest. Iâve spent two of the last three weekends hosting sleepovers for Daeunâs friends, and Iâm not convinced I remember what adult company is like anymore.â Then his smile widensâjust enough to offer a glimpse of his endearingly prominent front teeth and crinkle the corners of his eyes. âRemind me?â
You arenât sure if youâre imagining the flirtatious edge in his tone, but you push the thought to the very back of your head and straighten the hem of your blouse before grasping for the phone tucked in your bag. âI⌠I suppose that would be all right,â you begin hesitantly as you pretend to check for new notifications. âYouâre sure it wonât be any trouble?â
âNone at all,â Jungkook reassures. âHere, Iâll give you my address for your GPS, but it might be easier if you just follow me. Where are you parked?â
You gesture toward the staff parking lot, which is usually separated from the main lot by a row of neatly manicured hydrangea bushes that bloom in bursts of pink and blue and purple during the spring and summer months. Right now, there are only a few sparse yellow daffodils, pushing up through the dirt and signaling that spring is not far off despite the lingering chill in the air. âIâm about three rows in. I can drive over and meet you here, if that works?â
Trixie chooses that moment to pipe up, instinctively raising her hand like sheâs still in class. âCan I ride with Daeun and Mr. Jeon?â
You hesitate, glancing over at Jungkook, who shrugs as if to say fine by me. Turning your attention back to your daughter, you nod and reach down to adjust the glittery pink scrunchie in her hair. âBe good,â you order. âDonât distract Mr. Jeon while heâs driving, okay?â
âMmhmm,â Trixie hums, already turning toward the sleek black Benz and tugging on the door handle. âSee you there, Mom!â
You wave, watching as the girls climb into the backseat before turning and making your way to your own car. Unlocking the door, you slide into the driverâs seat and take a deep breath. Then, you take another. And a few moments later, you take a third.
Even as you mentally play back the events of the afternoon, you still canât wrap your head around how it came to this. Here you are, about to drive to Jungkook Jeonâs house. Youâve seen his address in your files, and you know from the street name that he lives downtown, in the part of the city thatâs dominated by high-rise buildings and five-star hotels. Itâs an area that you donât visit often, having no reason to unless thereâs a particular restaurant that youâre looking to try outâand have the money for. It feels odd inputting his address into your phoneâs navigation app, but you do so nonetheless, watching as it calculates the optimal route.Â
Steeling yourself, you start up the ignition and ease up on the brake. As you pull out of your parking space, you crane your head to see if Jungkookâs car is still where youâd last seen it, which it thankfully is. Slowly, you make your way over to where the Benz is idling, pulling up alongside him and giving him a little wave. Jungkook has donned his sunglasses again, but he lowers them when he sees you and nods in acknowledgment. Ready to go? he mouths, and you nod even though itâs a lie. You arenât ready. You arenât sure you ever will be. But Jungkook is already pulling ahead and out of the parking lot, and youâre forced to push aside your intrusive thoughts and follow.Â
The first stretch of the drive is easy. Jungkook is a measured driver, and you can tell that heâs taking care to turn only when thereâs enough room for both of your vehicles. The second stretch, however, proves far more difficult. Now that youâre downtown, thereâs an abundance of one-way streets and pedestrians. Traffic lights sit on seemingly every corner, alternating between red, yellow, and green at random, as far as you can tell. You nearly lose Jungkook twice on particularly short green lights, and only narrowly avoid hitting an overeager dog dragging its hapless owner into the crosswalk before the walk sign has changed.Â
The third time, it finally happens. Dismayed, you watch as Jungkookâs sleek black Benz cruises past a green light, just before it turns yellow for a split second and then flips to red. Youâre forced to brake far faster than youâd preferâway too fast to be safe, for sureâand watch as Jungkook disappears around the Starbucks on the next corner. Muttering out a quiet curse, you drum your fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as you wait for the light to change again. Thankfully, youâre only about two minutes from your destination.Â
After what feels like an eternity, the light finally turns green. Releasing your foot on the brake, you take the turn that Jungkook had taken, glancing between your phone and the surrounding buildings to identify your destination. Thereâs a string of restaurants, a pharmacy, and a post office. You cruise past a dentistâs office and a few dry cleaners, and then your phone is directing you to turn right onto a street that boasts a long row of glass-fronted office buildings.Â
Two blocks later, youâre pulling up to a tall, sleek chrome building. The first floor is occupied by a seafood restaurant and the second and third seem to be a gym, but as you crane your head upward you can see that the floors above that seem to be condominiums. Letting your head fall back against the headrest, you glance down at your phone one more time, confirming that this is indeed your destination. Then you take a long, deep breath before you begin following the little blue signs that claim to lead to a parking garage beneath the building.
To your relief, the garage itself isnât difficult to find. You take a ticket from the machine as you descend down the concrete ramp, keeping an eye out for any open spots that are designated as guest parking. Seconds pass, and then minutes. Your heart flutters nervously in your chest as you descend deeper into the parking garage, seeking a break in the rows of cars that never comes. Youâre seconds away from giving up and turning around, when finally, you see an open spot. Itâs a little cramped and itâs right next to a concrete pillar thatâs just a little too close for comfort, but you manage to squeeze into the space. Heaving a deep sigh of relief, you turn off the ignition and tuck your keys into your purse, taking a moment to gather yourself before exiting your car and locking it behind you.
Thatâs when you encounter your next obstacle: figuring out how, exactly, to get out of the parking garage. You canât find a single sign to guide your wayâonly a locked dark green door that you assume is some kind of mechanical room. Groaning, you spin in a full circle, taking in your concrete surroundings. Maybe if you just start walking, youâll find a sign that will point you to the elevators. Youâd even consider taking the stairs at this point, no matter how many floors down you are (youâre pretty sure itâs seven or eight).Â
Just then, your phone begins to buzz in your pocket. Pulling it out, you see Jungkook Jeon (Daeunâs Dad) emblazoned across the screen and immediately swipe to answer. âHello?â
âHey,â Jungkook says, obvious relief coloring his tone. âIâm sorry I lost you back there. Where are you now?â
âIâm in the parking garage below your building,â you reply, idly scuffing your foot along the concrete floor. âIâm parked pretty far down, and now I canât seem to figure out how to get upstairs.â
Jungkook hums thoughtfully. âYeah, Iâll admit the signage isnât great down there. Let me see⌠can you see any doors?â
âJust this green one, but itâs locked.â Reaching out, you try the handle again to double-check. âOther than that, nothing.â
Another hum from the man on the other end of the line. âOkay, walk away from that door. Try and head toward the middle of the garageâthatâs where the elevators are. Thereâs four of them, and theyâre in this big concrete circle. Can you see them yet?â
âMaybe?â You can see a break in the rows of cars up ahead, and a rounded concrete wall in the distance. Speeding up, you make your way around the edge and blink as a bank of elevators comes into view. âOh, waitâyeah! Huh. Weird. I didnât expect the doors to be orange.â
Jungkook chuckles. âEach floorâs color-coordinated, yeah. Orange means youâre near the bottom, though. Didnât you see the guest parking on the first floor?â
You blink. âNo, I donât think so. Did I miss something?â
That draws another chuckle from him. âProbably. Thereâs a row of spaces off to the right as soon as you enter the garage, but it can be pretty easy to miss if you donât know to look for it. I shouldâve given you a heads-up.â
âItâs okay,â you tell him as you enter the elevator and hit the button for the thirty-fourth floor. âI couldâve asked.â
Bidding him farewell and assuring that youâll see him soon, you hang up and tuck your phone back into your pocket. The elevator ride is relatively short despite how high youâre going, and before you know it you find yourself standing in front of a navy blue door with a polished brass knocker. Raising your hand, youâre about to knock when the door flies open, revealing Daeun and Trixie standing there with identical grins.
âYouâre finally here!â your daughter exclaims, bounding forward to take you by the hand and lead you inside. âMr. Jeon said we had to wait for you to get here. He says heâs gonna give us a grand tour!â
âItâs really not as exciting as theyâre making it sound.â Jungkookâs voice comes from around the corner, and the man himself steps into view a moment later. Heâs taken off his jacket and removed his tie, leaving him in navy slacks and a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone. Your gaze lingers a little too long on this newly exposed sliver of chest, but you forcibly tear your gaze away when Trixie gives your hand a squeeze.Â
âCome on, Mom! You can see everything from the window. Itâs like youâre on top of a mountain!â
Laughing, you follow your daughter deeper into the apartment. She points to the closet off the foyer, where you obligingly hang up your coat next to her periwinkle one. Then she leads you to the far end of the foyer, where it opens into a wide hallway. On the other side of the hall is an archway that leads to a spacious kitchen with white cabinets and polished granite countertops. You take note of the bright yellow bar stools at the kitchen island, chuckling when Daeun loudly declares that she picked them outâand that Jungkook had caved to her despite wanting boring gray ones instead.
As you continue your tour, it becomes abundantly clear that Jungkook has caved to his daughter on multiple occasions. The furniture in the living area is neutralâshades of beige and dark wood that pair well with the polished floorboards and modern floor-to-ceiling windows. But scattered throughout the space are pops of color and quirkiness that you can confidently attribute to Daeunâhaving graded several of the art pieces that you now see hanging on the wall and adorning the sleek glass coffee table. Thereâs the lopsided clay vase painted with streaks of hot pink and specks of bright yellow, and thereâs the papier-mâchĂŠ snowman with his jaunty orange hat. You see more and more of Daeunâs influence everywhere you lookâthe watercolor butterfly paintings on the wall, and the red floral accent chair that youâre sure Jungkook didnât pick out himself.Â
âThatâs Daddyâs room,â Daeun says, pointing to a nondescript white door beside the bookshelves that flank the flatscreen TV hanging on the wall. Then she points down the hall, past the kitchen where you can see a few more doors. âAnd thatâs my room down there, next to Daddyâs office. Do you want to see?â
You nod. âI canât wait. Lead the way.â
Cheerfully, Daeun gestures for you to follow after her as she skips toward the door at the very end of the hall. She opens it with a flourish, allowing all of you inside, and as soon as you step past the threshold youâre transported to a fantastical world. Daeunâs bedroom walls are painted to resemble an enchanted forest, complete with delicate fairy lights wrapped around the wooden four-poster bed. A white desk and an accompanying green chair sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the pale pink curtains opened to let sunlight stream in. Along the sill is a collection of stuffed animals, ranging from a tiny butterfly to an elephant that youâre pretty sure is taller than Daeun herself. Opposite the bed is a gallery wall, composed of colorful floral prints and Daeunâs own artâa charming, eclectic mix of animal paintings and landscapes. Itâs the kind of bedroom that you wouldâve loved as a child, and your daughter is equally taken with it if her awed expression is anything to go by.Â
âThis is so cool!â Trixie runs to the window to peer out at the city below, before twirling in a circle to take in the art on the walls. âI canât believe you live here. Itâs like a magic forest!â
âItâs a beautiful room,â you remark, nodding your agreement. âAnd all of these drawings are amazing, Daeun. Youâre a talented artist.â
Daeun flushes at the compliment, thanking you with a shy smile. Then she and Trixie are off again, speeding down the hallway to look at something else in the apartment. You and Jungkook trail after them slowly, until he opens another door off the hall to reveal his office. Itâs smaller than Daeunâs bedroom and far more simplistic in its decor, but itâs a cozy and inviting space nonetheless. One wall is lined with mahogany bookshelves, and a polished wooden desk is pushed against the opposite. A plush burgundy armchair with a matching ottoman sits in the corner beside a tall potted plant, creating the perfect space for reading, and you can tell from the indentation in the seat cushion that itâs been well-loved over the years.
âIâve definitely been bringing my work home too much lately,â Jungkook admits. âIâve been cutting back though. Ever since Daeunâs behavioral problemsâŚâ He trails off. âWell, you know all about that already. And I do want to apologize for giving you a hard time. Itâs just⌠I guess itâs not all that fun being told that youâre failing as a parent.â
âYouâre not failing as a parent,â you reply, laying a hand on his arm before you can think to stop yourself. âYouâre doing your best. Itâs all we can do, isnât it? Do everything we possibly can for our children?â
He nods, but he isnât looking at you. Heâs looking down at your hand on his arm, and you blanch inwardly as you quickly pull back and pretend to brush invisible dirt off your skirt. âWe should go find the girls,â you murmur. And just like that, the tour is over.Â
The two of you rejoin the girls in the kitchen, where theyâve begun assembling themselves a snack of peanut butter and crackers. Jungkook slices up an apple and a banana for them to share, and they barely take the time to thank him before disappearing into Daeunâs bedroom to work on their project. You and Jungkook find yourselves alone in the kitchen, and when the silence between you has stretched on for just long enough to be awkward, you decide to speak. âSo. I guess I should probably grade some homework while Iâm here.â
Jungkook blinks and shakes his head a little, as if coming out of a trance. âRight, of course. Iâve got a few things I need to wrap up myself. Please, make yourself comfortable. Youâre free to work in the office, if youâd like.â
Immediately, you shake your head. âOh, no. I donât want to intrude.â
He nods, then gestures out toward the dining table, which sits in a little nook between the main living area and kitchen. âWell then, feel free to make use of the table. Or the kitchen island. Or even the couch, if youâd prefer.â He pauses. âWait, where are my manners? I havenât even offered you anything to drink! Did you want anything?âÂ
âOh.â You hesitate. âIâm okay.â
Jungkook begins making his way to the refrigerator, regardless. âSeriously, itâs no trouble. I have coffee, tea, banana milk, and I think thereâs probably a carton of apple juice in here too. What do you usually drink when youâre grading?â
âTea,â you admit. âAny kind. Iâm not picky.â
âTea it is.â Jungkook sets about grabbing two mugs. âGo on, make yourself comfortable. Iâll bring it to you.â
For a moment, you wonder if you should ask if he needs help. But heâs already preoccupied with the kettle, his back to you, and you have to force yourself to look away from the way his broad shoulders taper into his slim waist. In an attempt to distract yourself from gawking, you walk back out to the dining table. Pulling out a chair, you settle your bag on the floor beside you and take a seat. And by the time Jungkook comes out of the kitchen with two steaming mugs of tea, youâre already halfway through grading the first math worksheet in your pile.
âHere you go.â Jungkook places a mug by your elbow, and you glance up at him with a grateful smile.
âThanks.â âNo problem.â
To your surprise, he takes his mug to the opposite side of the table and sets it down. Then he disappears into the kitchen, returning a few seconds later with his laptop in hand. You try not to stare as he sets up shop across from you, a loose lock of dark hair flopping across his forehead as he logs in and begins reading something, his dark eyes flitting across the screen. His piercing in his eyebrow glints in the sunlight streaming in through the nearby window.
Ripping your gaze away, you force yourself to focus on the homework you need to grade. And after a few minutes, youâre fully immersed, thumbing through sheet after sheet and writing down your notes.
Before you even realize it, two hours have passed. You only become aware of how late itâs getting when Jungkook shuts his laptop with a click, stretching his arms overhead and working a few kinks out of his neck. âItâs almost dinnertime,â he remarks, glancing out the window where the sun is steadily dropping closer to the horizon. âDid you have any thoughts about dinner? I can order some pizza or something.â
âOh, I donât thinkââ you begin to protest, but Daeun and Trixie choose that moment to dash in like mini tornadoes, whirling around the dining table.Â
âWe can still order takeout for dinner, right Daddy?â Daeun gazes up at Jungkook with pleading eyes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. âAnd Trixie and Miss {L/N} can stay if we do, right?â
Trixie looks at you, lower lip already beginning to jut out in a pout. âPlease, Mom?â
Jungkook gives you a meaningful glance across the table, and you can only shrug and relent. âYeah, all right. Since takeout was already promised, we can stay for dinner. But weâre going home after that, okay? Itâs a school night.â
The girls burst into cheers. After a brief discussion on what kind of food to order, you all settle on Jungkookâs initial suggestion of pizza. As he puts in the order, you begin tidying up the dining table, clearing it of your graded homework. Daeun points out where the plates are kept, and together, you and the girls set the table for dinner.Â
âEstimated delivery time is half an hour,â Jungkook says as he tucks his phone back into his pocket and joins you at the dining table. âWhat should we do while we wait?â
âLetâs play Candyland!â Daeun exclaims.Â
Trixie gasps. âI love Candyland!â
And just like that, itâs settled. The four of you settle around the coffee table for the gameâyou and Jungkook making yourselves comfortable on the cream-colored sectional while the girls sprawl out on the shaggy rug on the floor. The pizza arrives just as Trixie reaches Candy Castle, and Jungkook goes to answer the door while she celebrates her victory. Then, the four of you sit down for dinner.
Itâs strange, sitting in Jungkookâs undoubtedly expensive apartment and eating pizza. But even more strange is how okay it all feelsânatural, even. You arenât sure when you became so comfortable in his presence, but you arenât about to question it. Youâre grateful for the lack of awkwardness.
An hour later, the last slice of pizza is finished. You volunteer to do the dishes, and Jungkook clears the table while you take up residence at the sink. Youâve tasked Trixie with gathering up her things so you can depart after youâve finished in the kitchen, and can hear her giggling off in the distance with Daeun. âThanks for hosting us today,â you murmur to Jungkook.
He chuckles, waving off your gratitude. âItâs no problem, seriously. I had a good time.â
You smile at him before returning to the dishes. Just as youâre putting away the last plate, the girls run back into the kitchenâTrixie with her backpack in tow.Â
âCan Daeun come to our house next time?â she asks, and you laugh.
âSure, jitterbug. Youâre welcome to come over whenever youâd like, Daeun.â
And with that, you and Trixie say your final goodbyes. You slip back into your shoes and grab your coats from the closet. Jungkook gives you directions for the easiest route out of the parking garage, and you thank him for what feels like the umpteenth time.
Youâre barely listening to your daughterâs ramblings as you climb into the driverâs seat and turn on the ignition. All you can think about is Jungkook and this strange, newfound warmth that stirs in your belly whenever he seeps into your thoughts.
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âYou wiped that part of the counter already.â
Trixieâs voice barely registers in your mind, but the washcloth in your hand slows nonetheless. Itâs a beautiful Saturday morning with hardly a cloud in the sky, and Jungkook and Daeun are due to arrive any minute. Youâve been cleaning for the past hour, and even though you know youâve already gone through the kitchen, you canât help yourself. This is the first time Jungkook will be seeing your humble abode, and youâostensiblyâwant to impress.
âBug, can you set the table?â
Trixie sighs dramatically, but complies nonetheless. Grabbing four plates, she places them down carefully before returning for four glasses. You join her at the table with a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, straightening out one of the striped blue placemats as you set it down beside the vase of flowers that serves as a centerpiece.Â
Youâve just started frying bacon when the doorbell rings. âGot it!â Trixie calls, darting to the door, and you listen as she enthusiastically greets your guests. A few seconds later, Jungkook rounds the corner with both girls, decked out in jeans and a gray cable-knit sweather and carrying a plain white cardboard box in his hands.Â
Curiously, you tilt your head. âMysterious box youâve got there.â
He laughs. âHello to you too.â Then he puts the box down and pops open the lid. âI brought my favorite bagelsâI hope thatâs okay. Didnât want to show up empty-handed.â
You smile at him. âOf course itâs okay. I was just planning on making some toast, but bagels are way beâŚâ You trail off as the bagels in question come into your view.Â
Perfectly golden, with a dusting of cinnamon sugar and streusel crumbles on top. Youâd recognize them anywhere.Â
â{Name}?â Jungkook sounds concerned. âAre you all right?â
You blink and shake your head, mind still whirring. âAre these from that coffee shop downtown? Bean There, Done That?âÂ
Jungkook nods. âYeah, have you been?â
You nod. âThis⌠this might sound crazy and I might be way off base. But do you stop there every morning for a bagel?â
Jungkook blinks. Then he blinks again, his lips parting wordlessly. A beat passes, and then another. âWait,â he finally manages, his voice a croak. âHang on. Is it⌠I mean, it canât be⌠can it?â
You reach into the drawer next to the stovetop and pull out a wad of pen-stained napkins. âDid you leave me these?â
For a few seconds, it seems like Jungkook can only gape at you. âHoly shit,â he finally breathes, before slapping a hand to his mouth with wide eyes and glancing around to make sure the girls arenât within earshot. âI was leaving you notes this whole time?â
You can only laugh in disbelief. âYou were the one taking my cinnamon streusel bagels?â
âHey, I wouldnât have taken them if youâd gotten there earlier,â he teases. Chuckling, he picks up a napkin note and uncrumples it, scanning across the text. âDamn. Small world, huh?â
âThe smallest,â you agree, mind reeling from this new development. Still chuckling, Jungkook steps past you to get to the stove, and you belatedly remember that the bacon is still sizzling in the pan as he picks up your tongs and carefully flips each strip.Â
âI kept your notes too,â he says after a moment. âI shoved both of them in my glovebox.â
You huff. âBoth. Yeah, okay, you beat me to the last bagel way more than I beat you. You donât have to rub it in, Jungkook.â
âOh, come on.â He grins, toothy and bright, and youâre momentarily distracted by the endearing prominence of his teeth. âI think I have to rub it in a little.â
âHmph. As long as itâs only a little,â you concede as you join him at the stove with another pan and begin scrambling eggs. Together, the two of you finish making breakfast, piling eggs onto one plate and bacon on another. You grab the bowl of fruit salad youâd prepared last night out of the fridge, and Jungkook grabs the box of bagels and calls for Daeun and Trixie to come eat. Then, he surprises you by sitting beside you, leaving the girls to sit next to each other on the opposite side of the table.
Breakfast is a relaxed affairâeven if Taco keeps trying to jump up on the table to steal some bacon. Youâve eaten several meals with Jungkook and Daeun since that first dinnerâusually at Jungkookâs apartment, but also once at the food court in your local natural history museum, where you took the girls to see the ocean exhibitâs penguin display. Since this is the final weekend before their group project is due on Monday, youâve promised to take them to the zoo to see real, live penguins and complete the last of their research. Both girls already have their backpacks packed and ready to go, and you task Jungkook with checking to make sure they have all their notes while you clean up in the kitchen.Â
Twenty minutes later, youâre on your way to the zoo. Jungkook has volunteered to drive, and you canât help but gape a little as he unlocks his sleek black Mercedes-Benz and opens up the passenger door to reveal cream-colored leather seats and shiny silver hardware. âWow,â you remark, catching his eye as he walks around to the driverâs side. âThis is like the Batmobile or something.â
âHardly,â he says with a laugh. âI wish I had rocket boosters and ejection seats. Thatâd be cool as hell.â
âDaddy!â Daeun gasps, scandalized. âThatâs a bad word!â
Jungkook has the decency to look properly abashed. âIâll put a dollar in the swear jar when we get home,â he promises before pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key. Satisfied, Daeun clambers into the backseat with Trixie on her heels, and Jungkook shoots you a conspiratorial little wink as he takes his own seat and starts up the engine.
The drive to the zoo takes only about fifteen minutes. Itâs already beginning to get crowded by the time you get there, but Jungkook still manages to find parking with little difficulty. Together, the two of you usher your daughters out of the car, reminding them not to run too far ahead when they immediately make a beeline for the entrance.Â
After a short wait in line to buy tickets, you finally make your way past the lion statues flanking the front gate. The wide concrete pathway leads to an open plaza where people are milling aboutâsome looking at the directory located at the far end while others rely on the colorful signpost in the center, reading through the various directional arrows before heading off to their destination. Along the edges of the plaza are a multitude of stallsâselling everything from footlong hot dogs to stuffed animals to cotton candy. Thereâs a couple of artists painting faces, too, and Daeun only has to give Jungkook one wide-eyed, pleading look before he caves and pulls out his wallet. Aghast, you try to protest, but he waves you off and sends them both off with some cash in hand.Â
âConsider it payment for all the bagels Iâve deprived you of,â he says, and you relent with a laugh.
Slowly, the two of you make your way around the plaza, making sure to keep a watchful eye on the girls at all times. Half an hour later, Trixie and Daeun come skipping back your way, their faces bright with colorful paint. Daeun has an intricate pink and blue butterfly, while Trixie has opted for the distinctive orange and black stripes of a tiger.Â
âDo you like it?â she asks, and you nod, bopping her fondly on her painted black nose.Â
âI donât just like it, jitterbug. I love it.â
Pleased, she rejoins Daeun, who has successfully diverted Jungkook to the cotton candy stand. Following after her, you hand the vendor your credit card to pay for both snacks before Jungkook can get a word in edgewise. Reluctantly, he tucks his wallet away, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him.
Once the girls have had their fill of the main plaza, the four of you head off in the direction of the penguin exhibit, stopping to look at the zebras and giraffes along the way. Photographs are snapped, and Trixie even flags down a nearby couple and asks them to take a photo of all four of you together. The girls jostle into place in front of the giraffe enclosure, and you suddenly find yourself standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook, the warmth of his body radiating off of him like the sun in the sky. Your resulting smile feels forcedâespecially when the girl starts taking multiple photos from different anglesâbut gradually relaxes. And now, even as you enter the penguin exhibit, you canât stop sneaking glances at the last photo.Â
Because in it, you and Jungkook look like couple. Youâre standing close enough that anyone who saw it would construe it as a family photo, the two of you beaming with your giggling daughters in front of you, their arms draped over each otherâs shoulders.
Swallowing, you let your phone screen go dark and tuck it back into your pocket. Youâre coming up on the penguin exhibit now, and the girls can barely contain their excitement as they run ahead to the outermost edge of the enclosure where a massive glass wall allows for a clear view of the penguins swimming about underwater.
âTheyâre so fast!â Trixie exclaims. She stops at one of the numerous placards lining the glass wall, her little face scrunching as she slowly reads it out loud to Daeun. âIt says here some can swim over twenty miles an hour!â
As the girls pull out their notebooks and begin taking notes, you and Jungkook find an unoccupied bench near a rocky outcrop occupied by several bronze penguin statues. âLook,â Jungkook says, patting one of the upright penguins. âYou can see how many people have rubbed this little guyâs head. Itâs turned gold.â
âMust be good luck,â you remark, running a finger along the golden beak of another penguin. âOr maybe I should make a wish? I donât really know what this situation calls for.â
âIâm pretty sure you make wishes when you throw a coin into a fountain,â your companion replies, brushing a dark strand of hair off his forehead. âActually, I think I saw a fountain back there. Should we check it out later?â
âI donât think I have any change on me,â you reply, peeking into your purse to make sure. âSeriously, who even carries coins anymore?â
âNot me,â Jungkook agrees. âI do usually have at least a little cash on me, though. Itâs nice to have sometimes.â
âMm, yeah. You never know when youâll need it.â
Just then, Trixie and Daeun run up, gesturing toward the brown building at the very back of the enclosure. âThereâs a penguin movie playing over there!â Daeun says. âCan we go see it?â
âSure,â Jungkook says. âHow long is it?â
âI think it runs every twenty minutes,â you reply when Daeun frowns and scratches her head. âCome on. If Iâm remembering correctly, we should be able to see more penguins inside too.â
Daeun and Trixie beam. âCool!â they exclaim in unison, before galloping off and leaving you and Jungkook to follow after them as quickly as you can manage without breaking into a run yourselves.
Your memory proves correct, as you enter the brown building and immediately see that the walls inside are glass as well. A penguin dives off of a rocky island and into the clear blue water, and you watch as it goes all the way to the bottom of the pool before coming back up for air.Â
After doing a lap of the building, Daeun and Trixie decide to go into the theater to see the fifteen-minute short film. Meanwhile, you and Jungkook find a quiet little alcove near the entrance, chatting softly while watching the penguins behind the glass on the opposite wall.Â
âI havenât been to the zoo in ages,â Jungkook admits. âDaeâs mom used to always take her, though. They always came back with a stuffed animal from the gift shopâyou mightâve seen them in Daeunâs room, actually. She loves them.â
You nod. âI remember, yeah. Itâs quite an impressive collection.â Then you hesitate, gnawing on your bottom lip as you consider your next words and debate whether youâre being too nosy. âDaeunâs mom⌠can I ask what happened between you?â You pause, then quickly speak again. âAnd feel free to say no, obviously! You donât have to tell me if you donât want to. Iâm probably just poking my nose where it doesnât belong.â
Jungkook smiles at you, but thereâs a faraway quality to his gaze that wasnât there before. âNah, itâs okay. Thereâs really not much to tell, if Iâm honest. Evelyn and I, we started dating when we were nineteen. We got married at twenty-three, had Daeun a couple years later, and then one day we realized that weâd become entirely different people and that we werenât really in love anymore.â
âOh.â You arenât sure what else to say. âI-Iâm sorry to hear that.â
He shrugs and sighs, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling. âNo need to be sorry; it was a mutual thing. Totally amicable. Weâre still friends, and weâre a pretty kickass co-parenting team too.â
The conversation continues, and you find out that Evelynâs job took her overseas last year. According to Jungkook, she currently lives with her new boyfriend, whoâs a little pretentious but completely harmless. And despite the six-hour time difference, Evelyn still finds the time to FaceTime Jungkook and Daeun every Sunday afternoon. Because of those calls, sheâs apparently heard all about you, tooâyouâre her favorite teacher, remember? heâd said with a laugh.
âWhat about you, then?â Jungkook glances over at you inquiringly, his eyebrows raised. âIs it my turn to pry?â
You can tell from the melodious lilt in his tone that heâs teasing. âMy storyâs far less interesting than yours,â you answer, fiddling with a stray thread on your jacket sleeve. âI donât have an ex-partner or anything like that. Iâve just always wanted to be a mother, so one day I decided that I was going to do it. I used a donor, got pregnant, and here we are.â
Jungkook takes this in slowly, nodding. âDo you⌠I mean, do you know who your donor is? Have you met him?â
You shake your head. âNo, it was an anonymous thing. I got a profile and some information about his appearance and hobbies and stuff, but not much beyond that.â
âIââ Jungkook begins, before trailing off. âIâm sorry. Iâm asking too many questions. I donât know a whole lot about the sperm donor thing, but Iâm glad it worked out for you. Trixieâs an amazing kid.â
âShe is,â you murmur. âI love her more than anything.â
âAnd youâre an amazing mom.â Jungkookâs voice grows softer, and when you turn to look at him, he seems closer than he was before. âI donât know how you manage it all, teaching and parenting. But you do, and itâs incredible. Youâre incredible.â
You arenât sure who leans in first. All you know is that one moment, youâre staring into Jungkookâs earnest brown eyes, and then in the next, youâre kissing him.
It starts soft. Cautious, even. His lips press against yours gently, once, before he pulls back for a breath. You can feel him exhale, the warmth fanning your cheeks. And then you pull him back in by his collar, fisting one hand in the knit material and finding the soft hair at his nape with the other.Â
Time slows to a standstill. Jungkook groans against your lips, and you feel the way it rumbles through his chest, the sensation sinking into your skin and settling straight in your core. His hands find your hips, and you wind both arms around his neck to pull him closer.Â
And then, just as suddenly as it had stopped, time starts ticking again. Reality crashes down around you in the form of familiar, boisterous voices rapidly heading your way. You and Jungkook only barely manage to untangle yourselves before Trixie and Daeun round the corner of the alcove, chattering excitedly about all the new penguin facts theyâve learned.Â
âCan we go to the petting zoo next?â Trixie asks, seemingly oblivious to your lingering embarrassment at nearly being caught.
Awkwardly, you clear your throat. At your side, Jungkook is faring no better, shuffling his feet and refusing to make eye contact. âYeah, sure, bug,â you finally manage when you find your voice again. âLead the way.â
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Monday dawns cloudy and gray. The weather app on your phone promises thunderstorms later in the afternoon, but that isnât enough to dampen your mood one bit. Instead, you thumb back over to your messages, your heart skipping a beat when you see the text still sitting at the very top.
[6:54am] Jungkook Jeon: Make sure to stop by bean there, done that before school. Left you a surprise ;)Â
Taking a deep breath, you type out a response:
[6:56am] You: Iâm a little scared. Should I be scared?
His answer comes in immediately. Nah. Itâs a good surprise, I promise.
[6:58am] You: Sure it is⌠đ¤¨
Biting back a grin, you tuck your phone into your bag and head toward the front door of your apartment, nearly tripping over Taco along the way, who has chosen that moment to start slinking between your legs.Â
âReally, Taco?â you ask the unperturbed calico cat at your feet. âWhat if I fell and cracked my head open? Who would feed you then, huh?â
As usual, Taco merely gives you an unimpressed look before flicking her tail and wandering off. Sighing, you call for Trixie to hurry up before turning to check your appearance in the mirror leaning against the wall of the entryway. Itâs a large, vintage pieceâa gold-framed, flea market find that you treasure dearly and swear makes you look good no matter how awful you might feel.
Satisfied, you hike your bag higher on your shoulder and smooth down the lapels of your coat. Trixie rounds the corner and gives herself a quick once-over too, and you give her a thumbs-up. âReady, bug?â
âYup!â she replies, tightening her grip on her and Daeunâs projectâa carefully constructed shoebox diorama that shows a group of penguins in their natural icy habitat.Â
âLetâs go, then.â Opening the front door, you let her through before locking it up behind you. Together, you head out to the car, and Trixie ensures that her diorama is completely secured in the seat beside her while you check your mirrors and turn on the ignition.
The drive to Bean There, Done That! takes only about ten minutes. Jin waves cheerily when he spots you walking up to the counter, but his face positively lights up when he sees Trixie is with you. He absolutely adores your daughterâTrixie loves him tooâand on the occasional instance youâve had to call on him to babysit, the two of them always end up stuffed with food on the couch and giggling over bad puns.
âWhat can I get you, maâam?â Jin asks, directing the question at Trixie, who beams at him before turning to look at you with pleading eyes.
âCan I have a double chocolate cookie?â
âThat⌠actually sounds really good,â you admit. âMake that two. And Jin, did someone leave something here for me earlier?â
Jin grins. âThought youâd never ask. This here is from one Mr. Jungkook Jeon.â Reaching beneath the counter, he pulls out a box and watches as you open the lid to reveal half a dozen cinnamon streusel bagels with a neatly folded napkin on top. Unfolding it, you can only laugh at the words written on it:
Hope you have a mug-nificient day!
âJust so you know, he stole that line from me,â Jin says with a sniff. âIâm not letting him take the credit.â
âDuly noted,â you tell him, trying and failing to hide your smile as you look down at the note again. After a couple beats, Jin clears his throat, and you glance up to see that heâs grinning like the Cheshire Cat.Â
âSooo,â he begins slowly, dragging out the single syllable, âI imagine you want a fresh napkin and a pen, unless⌠are you going to see Mr. Jungkook Jeon at some point?â
You shrug, feigning nonchalance as best you can. âTrixie was paired with his daughter for a school project, so weâve been meeting up for the past few weeks so they can work on it. Now that thatâs over with⌠I donât really know. Weâre both pretty busy.â
Jin scoffs. âThatâs a lame excuse, especially since heâs clearly flirting with you. Andââ
Unfortunately, Trixie interrupts before he can finish his sentence, skipping back over from where she had been examining the pastry display cases along the wall. âCan I have a lemon bar?â
You fix her with a stern look. âYou already asked for the double chocolate cookie, remember? The lemon bars can wait until next time.â Then you turn back to Jin, reaching into your bag for your wallet. âWe should probably get to school, anyhow. What do I owe you?â
âNot a thing,â he replies, handing over a paper bag with your cookies and a bottle of apple juice. âItâs already been taken care of.â
From the wink he sends your way, you know that it must have been Jungkook who doled out the extra cash for your breakfast. âThanks, Jin,â you reply, handing Trixie the cookies and juice before accepting the cup of coffee he hands over. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âPleasure doing business with ya,â is his response. Trixie waves goodbye, and together, the two of you head back out to the car. Itâs started drizzling since you arrived, and you thank your lucky stars that youâd managed to snag a parking spot right up front.
Your daughter seems to be deep in thought as you help her buckle her seatbelt, her lips pursed in concentration. Then, out of nowhere, she asks:
âDo you like Mr. Jeon?â
You nearly choke. âW-what?â
âMr. Jeon,â she repeats patiently, and youâre thankful that sheâs not looking at youâinstead, sheâs focused on the raindrops splashing against the window and racing each other down the glass. âYou spent a bunch of time with him when Daeun and I were doing school stuff. Whatâd you do?â
âAdult stuff,â you reply, before cursing inwardly at the potential implication behind your words. âMostly, I spent my time grading homework. And he had some things to do for work, too.â
Trixie hums, apparently satisfied with this answer. âHeâs nice,â she declares. âHe buys us food and he has a cool house.â
âSure,â you agree. âHeâs a very nice man.â
And with that settled, you finish buckling her in her seat. Shutting the back door, you suck in a deep, calming breath before circling around to the driverâs side and setting off on the familiar route to Hybe Academy.
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â... Miss {L/N}, are you listening?â
You blink and sit up a little straighter in your chair. âYes, of course. Please go on.â Hastily, you scribble down a few random words, hoping that will placate the parent sitting across from you. Itâs parent-teacher conference weekâand youâre beyond grateful that itâs Friday night as Mrs. Greene rambles on and on about how the school isnât doing enough for her precious baby boy. Sheâs talking about how the school day should be extended nowâor at least how teachers should watch after the children whose parents canât pick them up right at three-thirty. I donât understand why itâs so difficult to understand. I mean, my husband is a very busy man, and I have my own business to run. I canât be expected to drop everything in the middle of a client meeting to come pick Derrick upâŚ
It takes everything in you not to snap at her. You know for a fact that her âbusinessâ is selling bejeweled keychains on Etsyâand that theyâre incredibly poorly made, if the reviews are anything to go by. Instead, you bite your tongueâhard enough to taste metalâand remind her that the schoolâs operating hours are not for you to decide.Â
After what feels like an eternity, the clock strikes seven, marking the end of her reserved time block. Standing up, you shake her hand and wish her a pleasant evening before opening your planner and checking to see if you have any more meetings. Your parents have Trixie for the night and thereâs a bottle of wine on your kitchen counter calling your name, and you cannot wait to get home and relax in the bath with a glass. Maybe, you think, Iâll even do a face mask.
The final name written in your planner stops you in your tracks. You havenât seen him in over a weekânot since that Monday when he left you half a dozen bagels at the coffee shop. The girls had insisted on meeting up that evening to celebrate turning their project in, so youâd all gone to a popular taco joint.Â
And then thereâs a knock on your door, the three raps pulling you right out of your musings.
Silhouetted there in the doorframe is Jungkook Jeon, decked out in a polished charcoal suit and wearing a smile that makes your insides lurch dangerously in your chest. His dark hair is parted on the side, and you catch the slightest glimpse of his brow piercing glinting behind the hair thatâs loose across his forehead. âHi,â he says, his voice low, and you have to remind yourself that itâs impolite to stare as you find your voice.
âHi yourself.â
He grins, baring the adorably prominent front teeth that you hate to admit youâve grown rather fond of. âYou look like you werenât expecting me.â
âOh, no. I just wasnât expecting you on time,â you retort, gesturing to the plastic chair sitting across from your desk. âYour track record is questionable, at best.â
Jungkook grimaces. âYeah, sorry about that. I made sure to leave plenty early this time, just in case I ran into traffic. Or if Bobby decided to corner me in the elevator againâthat guy really doesnât know when to shut up.â He pauses. âWait, I told you about him, right? Works on the development team, owns one singular tie? Balding but tries to hide it with a bad combover?â
âThat rings a bell,â you reply. âThe tie is red and Christmas-themed, right?â
âSure is.â Jungkook chuckles. âI thought they mightâve been polka dots the first time I met him, but nope. Christmas ornaments, even in the middle of July.â
You laugh. âOdd fashion choice.â
âSeriously. Donât even get me started on the rest of his clothes,â Jungkook says, shaking his head. âHere, letâs change the subject. Have you eaten yet?â
You gesture around your classroom, artificially lit with fluorescent light even as the sun begins to dip closer to the horizon. âNope. I mean, I had about twenty minutes between the end of the school day and the start of my first meeting, so I scarfed down an apple in the break room. But that was hours ago.â
âPerfect.â At your look of disbelief, he chortles and quickly amends his phrasing. âSorry, I just mean that Iâve got you covered. Here, look.â And he begins pulling things out of a paper bag that you hadnât noticed him carrying before. Crackers, sliced baguette, an assortment of cured meats and cheeses, grapes. He produces a bottle of wine next, and you very nearly start clapping.Â
The last thing he pulls out is a single red rose, his smile soft and warm and dizzyingly affectionate as he presents it to you. âIâwow.â You arenât sure what to say. âThank you. I⌠I feel like I shouldâve prepared something. Stolen an apple for you from the teacherâs lounge, at least.â
Jungkook snorts. âWell, hereâs something you can help me out with. I donât actually have glasses for the wine. Totally spaced and forgot that weâd need them. Any ideas?â
Youâre on your feet before he can even finish asking. âI teach elementary schoolers, Mr. Jeon. I always have cups.âÂ
Making your way to the cabinet by the window, you grab a box of little paper cups and pull out two. Jungkook accepts them when you hand them over, and you watch as he unscrews the cap on the wine bottle before pouring out two generous helpings. Together, you lay out the food heâs brought, spreading it across whatever empty space there is on your desk. âCheers,â Jungkook says once youâve both taken your seats again, raising his paper cup to tap against yours.
âCheers.â
For a moment, there is silence as you both take a drink. Then Jungkook speaks, glancing up at you as he carefully begins crafting himself a mini salami and cheese sandwich. âSo, where does Trixie stay while youâre doing all these meetings? Do your parents have her?â
You nod, taking another much-needed sip of wine. âYeah, my mom picked her up after school. They actually have her until Sundayâmy dadâs going to teach her how to fish tomorrow, and then I think theyâre going to build a pillow fort.â
Jungkook chuckles around a mouthful of gouda. âI love a good pillow fort. Dae insists on building one at least once a week, and at this point, Iâm honestly surprised there isnât one permanently in her bedroom.â
Grinning, you reach for a cracker and some cheese. âTaco manages to destroy every pillow fort Trixie and I try to make. She either decides itâs a trampoline, or that itâs a good time to start scratching everything she can reach. We canât win.â
âSounds like you need better defenses,â Jungkook replies, waggling his eyebrows. âThat, or you can come over whenever you need a pillow fort fix. Iâm sure Dae and Trixie would create something truly epic together. I mean, that penguin diorama was pretty fucking cool, wasnât it?â
âVery fucking cool,â you agree, and both of you burst into laughter.
Deep blue twilight settles outside as the two of you continue chatting over your makeshift meal. The cheese begins to dwindle, only a few lonely grapes remain on their stems, and when you go to top of your wine, you realize thereâs less than a quarter of the bottle left.Â
âWow, we really put a dent in this thing,â you remark, holding it out for Jungkook to see. âAnd itâs already dark out. The time kind of got away from us, huh?â
âYou wonât catch me complaining,â Jungkook replies, tipping the last of his drink into his mouth. âIâm enjoying spending time with you.â
You canât help but smile at his earnest honesty. âMe too.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, and then you rise from your seat. At the same time, Jungkook stands up from his chair on the other side of the desk, making his way around to meet you halfway. And then his mouth is on yours, warm and firm in a way that makes your heart do a backflip before plunking straight into your churning stomach.
Jungkookâs hands find your hips, palming along the flowy material of your dress before finding a resting place just above the soft curve of your rear. Your fingers delve into the soft hair at his nape to tug him closer, and he groans against your lips when your nails rake across his scalp. Slowly, he begins trailing kisses from the line of your jaw down to the column of your neck, pausing to lavish attention on any spots that make you gasp or squirm in his grasp.
The growing hardness against your lower belly is growing more and more evident with each passing second. Deliberately, you slide one hand down his chest, admiring the toned ridges of his abdomen that you can feel through his white shirt, before making your way down past his silver belt buckle. Jungkook inhales sharply when you cup his hardening cock through the charcoal material of his slacks, and, emboldened, you thumb across the head and relish in his resulting groan.
Any caution you may have had is thrown to the wind. Adjusting your grip, you shiver when you realize that heâs now fully hard beneath your fingertips, his erection thick and hot through the fabric. You try and visualize what it looks like underneath it allâthe color of the flared head, the veins that run along it, the curve of the shaft, if there is one. And then you realize that you donât have to imagineâyou can look. You can rip his clothes off and explore every inch of his body in the way youâve been itching to since you first kissed at the zoo last week. Your hands scrabble for his belt buckle, fumbling with the silver prong embedded in its notch.
âW-wait.â Jungkookâs hand lands over yours, and you note the breathlessness in his voice with satisfaction. âI⌠this is probably cheesy, but this isnât how I pictured this happening. Not that I donât like whatâs happening, but I just⌠Iâd like to take you out first. On a proper date, I mean. Without our girls in the next room, or down the hall, or in the museum playplace wreaking havoc.â
âThat does sound nice,â you admit. âActually, Iâd really enjoy that. I havenât been on a proper date in years.â
âLetâs do it, then,â Jungkook says. âMy babysitterâs already been paid to watch Daeun until midnight, and your parents have Trixie. This is kinda perfect.â
You canât help itâyou drag your thumb across the head of his still-hard cock again and revel in the way his breath hitches just a little bit in his throat. âMidnight?â you query with an innocent tilt of your head. âWere you expecting something to happen tonight?â
âHoping,â he replies with a cheeky grin. âAnd wait, let me ask you out properly. It just wouldnât feel right otherwise.â
Confused, you let him stand from his seat and slip around you to retrieve the paper bag on the ground. Understanding dawns when he reaches inside and grabs a napkin, and you watch on in amusement as he takes a pen from the cup on your desk and begins writing. And after a few seconds, he wordlessly presents this to you:
Drinks? Dinner? Maybe dessert? ;)
And you can only laugh. âGame on, mister.â
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Santae banned me without telling me why and won't unban me unless I send them my photo ID
Hey guys sorry for not posting in⌠forever? I just suck at social media lol. But you may have seen that I've reblogged some posts that advertise Santae in the past, but please disregard all that. I've since deleted those posts after learning how the site is managed and, after what happened to me a few days ago, I feel as though I should go public about this. Because boy did I just get fucked over.
Anyway, yeah, what it says in the title. On October 24th, around 10am EST, I was restocking my user shop when the entire webpage went white. I couldn't access the site at all and, when I tried to look for the Discord on my server list, it wasn't there. I knew what this had meant. I got banned from both the game, and the Discord - this is important to keep in mind for later.
I didn't receive any Discord DM or email notification about my ban, so after asking a mod what their support email was (and yes, I later verified that this is indeed their legitimate support email), I sent them this:
After a few hours, I get this back in response:
There's so much I'm confused about here. I think the one that screams out the most is that they're asking me to show them my photo ID so I can get unbanned. Absolutely not. I refuse to do this. This poses a massive security and privacy risk. They straight up banned my account, gave this half-baked explanation, and told me I need to send my personal information or... I stay banned?
Let me make something clear: The only personal thing they have on file about this account is the email address that I created my account with, which I've also used to contact them. My real name, date of birth, anything of that nature would not be connected because this was not asked for during account creation, therefore this wouldn't actually prove I'm the account holder. Theoretically speaking, I could show them any ID in the world and for all they know, that's my real information, because they have nothing else to go off of. They even say as much in their privacy page.
Secondly, "account has been compromised"? What does that mean? I think anyone's interpretation of this would be that my account got hacked. But if my account got hacked, why wasn't I informed of this? I had to reach out to support, they did not reach out to me first. That means my password, which I may share across other sites, would have been known to someone else and thus I should've been warned of this immediately, not roughly 5 hours after the fact.
Thirdly, what, was my Discord "compromised" too? If an automated system had flagged my account, does that system somehow interact with a Discord bot so they ban a user on both at the same time? How does that work? That makes no sense as to why they'd ban me on both the game and the Discord for something like this, which is why I'm calling bullshit.
Let me tell you what I think happened.
Recently, Santae has been in some really hot water with connections revealing their relation to an older petsite, Lurapets, which has a history of scamming and artist mistreatment, as well as proof coming out of them using AI art for their NPC art. You can find these posts on the @santae-salt blog if you want to see for yourself, but I'm also linking them throughout this post.
Once the post about them being directly related to Lurapets was released, several users that the Santae staff thought might be involved in the creation of the post got banned. As it turns out, I was banned at the same time as these users.
After speaking with the @santae-salt admin, we are both of the belief that I, a regular user, got caught up in this mess because they're assuming I'm an alt account of someone else and staff demanded to see my ID because they didn't think I was a different person. It may turn out to be wrong, and yeah that sounds a bit far-fetched, sure, but really, what else can I go off of here?? Santae staff has given me a very questionable and refutable explanation as to why I've been banned, and their radio silence after I refused to send them my ID is just making me believe they don't think I'm real. They don't want my photo ID to verify I'm the account holder, they want my photo ID to verify I'm not someone else.
This is unprecedented. I've never seen any petsite ask for a photo ID in any situation, and after asking around, not even those banned from Santae were asked for this. It's just me! This is an incredible attempted breach of privacy, and, with Santae now under doxxing allegations, I really don't feel confident they'd keep my personal information⌠well, personal.
I messaged back almost immediately after they responded to me where I told them I would not send my ID and I had asked if there were any other way I could verify myself to get my account unbanned. I've received no response so far, and after what I've learned, I feel like I'm not going to get one at all.
So, let this be a lesson to you: don't waste your time on Santae. You can be the most obedient player out there. You can abide by all their rules, be a nice and generous player, or just be minding your own business, but if they so much as think you're associated with someone who they think has wronged them, you'll be banned.
And they can't even be bothered to properly tell you why.
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hi! i saw in one of your posts you wrote about how Sirius Black had no reason to bully Snape and i thought about itâŚ..i mean doesn't his hatred seem too personal? we have Lupin who has no contact with Snape after book 3 but Sirius goes crazy when Snape is around and they are alone so he can attack him (kitchen scene in book 5). and he knows so much about him: who he hung out with at school, his relationship with Lucius; at the same time he doesn't know about the mark, about how Severus was the one who brought the prophecy to voldemort that led to Lily and James death. and yes he is stuck at age 21 but even then they graduated school and as he says they never heard of Snape in those years. It seems a bit odd: don't bullies usually try to downplay their role in what they did to the victim, or even try to make it look like nothing happened? And he and Remus try to do that with Harry, but at the same time he seems incredibly proud and pleased with himself when he talks about the prank. One moment confused me when I was reading book 3: when Sirius has Peter at gunpoint with his wand, he is extremely focused on him. He doesn't take his eyes off him, because it was for this moment, the act of revenge, that he escaped from prison. As far as I remember, Harry describes it as "nothing could distract him at that moment" or something like that. But as soon as Remus even mentions Snape, Sirius' attention suddenly switches: he turns away from Peter and asks about him again. Or when he watches Snape during the OWL exams??? Especially when Rowling describes his reaction after the exam, when he sees him under the tree, as the reaction of a dog to a rabbit. He seems so obsessed and like something happened between them that really got to him. Or he's just as intolerant of half-bloods as his family. I completely agree with you that Sirius bullied Snape simply because James did it and he found it funny. But his hatred seems excessive, he has no reason to hate Snape so much. James has his excuse about Lily, but Sirius has none of that. But he still tries to kill him and it doesn't really matter hides, lol. I've read an opinion that he hates him because of his unrequited feelings for James, where Severus is the reason James even noticed Lily, which I don't really agree with, to be honest. Sorry, it got too long, ahaha. What I want to ask is: do you have any thoughts on this?
Well, the explanation for his relationships at school is quite simple because Sirius doesnât leave home until heâs 16. Considering that his brother goes to Slytherin and that Narcissa is his cousin, itâs not strange to deduce that Snapeâs name, along with other Slytherin students, probably came up at some family dinner/lunch/meeting. Like, talking about who in Regulus and Siriusâ year might have âpotential,â for example. It seems coherent to me that, considering Siriusâ environment until he leaves to live with the Potters, heâd be aware of certain things.
Leaving that aside, letâs talk about Sirius Black, because I think in recent years the Marauders fandom has ruined this character, and heâs actually a character with a lot of depth. Or at least more than many others in the saga.
(This is gonna ne so fucking long lol)
Sirius is a posh kid. Heâs a posh kid who is embarrassed about being posh and feels guilty about it. Heâs the typical rich kid from a conservative family whoâs had issues with his mom (in this case) and his way of getting back at everything he felt was missing from his childhood is to vehemently oppose everything he thinks she represents. And the funniest part is that (as is often the case) his problem with his mom is that they both have a terrible character, which is why they clash. Because Sirius has the kind of terrible character that is incompatible with anyone else who has the same terrible character. But despite everything, heâs still a posh kid. Because he comes from an aristocratic family and was raised with those values of superiority. Because heâs never had to fend for himself (he leaves home but goes to another rich family, the Potters, and on top of that, his uncle Alphard leaves him his entire inheritance, so he has plenty of money) and he has always enjoyed the privilege of his surname, his blood status, and the fact that heâs (according to Rowling) super handsome. In other words, Sirius belongs to the ruling class and behaves with the same arrogance, entitlement, and lack of empathy that is typical of that class. No matter how much he tries to deny it and distance himself from it, he can only do so on a superficial level (Muggle posters, being a Gryffindor, enchanting a Muggle motorcycle) because when it comes down to it, he has no idea how to deconstruct himself, nor is he interested in giving up or losing his privileges, because heâs quite comfortable with them. Heâs like the typical aristocratic kid from an Opus Dei family who thinks heâs better than everyone around him because he votes for the left and has been to four protests, but at the end of the day, he still lives a bourgeois life and doesnât understand the root of social problems.
That said, letâs move on to James.
I think James was everything Sirius wanted to be. No, not be, I think James had everything Sirius wanted to have: loving parents, a family that wasnât involved in a cult, a pleasant environment that allowed him to do whatever he wanted instead of being constrained by traditions and social norms, liberal and progressive ideals⌠James had the life Sirius had always wanted, but with one key detail: he was also rich and from an old, prestigious family. This is super important because when Sirius chooses his rebellion partner, he doesnât pick some random Muggle-born, or a half-blood, or someone from the middle or lower class. Sirius chooses as his best friend someone who embodies everything he wants to be/have, but who at the same time belongs to his same social stratum, both economically and in blood status. Sirius chooses a future Gryffindor rebel with very different ideas from his family, but ironically he chooses like anyone from his family would: someone with money, status, and power. And I find this super amusing because itâs so coherent with his character. I mean, if Sirius were a real person, he wouldâve done the same thing because guys like him are like that: the kings of cognitive dissonance and double standards.
Sirius always wanted Jamesâ validation, or at least thatâs how I see it. I think for him, feeling that James approved of what he did was a way to legitimize himself as someone different from his family. James represented the âprogressiveâ social elite that Sirius aspired to by rejecting the traditional values imposed on him. So, unconsciously, he understood that if he did everything James wanted, and Iâll go further, everything he thought James would like, then he would distance himself from that Black image and gain validation as something entirely opposite. The problem is that Sirius, unlike James, was raised in an environment where ethical and moral values were very different, and where it was clearly established that certain people were âthe other,â an âotherâ sociologically understood as the idea that some humans are inherently less than others. And although Sirius consciously rejected this idea, unconsciously he had been raised with it. Therefore, consciously, he didnât reject people based on their blood status because he could identify that as something his family would do, and family = bad. But unconsciously, he was conditioned to see other people as non-people, and this is where Severus comes into play.
James dislikes Severus because he sees him as an obstacle/threat/nuisance in his crush on Lily. By default, and because of that constant need for validation from James, Sirius also focuses on him as a hostile element. And if heâs hostile to James, who in a way is his moral compass, then that guy must be trash because, of course, itâs obvious. But not only that, this guy is also a half-blood and poor, so poor he wears old clothes. And on top of that, heâs ugly. And not very masculine. So he has all the elements for Sirius, the aristocrat raised in luxury under the premise that heâs better than others because of his origins, to see him as âthe otherâ and exercise all his power and privilege to oppress him without remorse, because for him, itâs justified. Justified unconsciously by the education he received, and consciously because if James hates him, there must be a good reason to hate him, so everything is justified. If we add to that the fact that Severus desires everything Sirius has always tried to reject: more social status, more recognition, power, belonging to Slytherin, rubbing shoulders with important wizards, forgetting the Muggle world he grew up in⌠well, we have a molotov cocktail for him to make Severusâ life unbearable. And Severus is an easy target for someone like school-age Sirius Black: he has no friends, no surname, no parents to protect him, and no stable socio-economic situation. Sirius can project all his frustrations onto him without any consequences. He can completely dehumanize him and stop seeing him as a person. He can behave like a Black.
I think the Prank is a good example to see the difference in upbringing between Sirius and James. Both are bullies, both are abusers, both have zero remorse when it comes to using their status and power to make life impossible for those they believe deserve it. But James was raised in an environment where he knows that actions have consequences, that you canât cross âcertain lines,â such as murder, for example. Sirius was taught the oppositeâhe was raised to think that the life of âthe otherâ holds no value, and that is something that in his story with Severus goes too far. James understands that death is something serious and can bring terrible consequences, while Sirius does not. For the Black family, death is nothing if there is a reason for the person to die, and Sirius has his own reasons for playing with Severusâ life the way Bellatrix would play with the life of any Muggle-born.
(This is something I really like as wellâthe way Sirius and Bellatrix are fundamentally alike, and how little thatâs discussed. But Iâll leave that for another time, otherwise I wonât finish.)
I donât think itâs a matter of Sirius being obsessed with Snape, but rather that, for all the reasons Iâve explained, he uses Severus as a catalyst for his repressed anger and that sadism he inherited from his family. He canât channel it toward anyone else because that would lead to absolute rejection from James. Since James hates and despises Severus, heâs never going to question Sirius for channeling all his pent-up rage on him, so itâs a free pass. If he had reached that level of sadism with someone who didnât provoke the same level of animosity in James as Severus did, he would have risked confronting his biggest fear: that James would see him as a Black, not as Sirius. Losing his validation as the black sheep to become just another one of them. So he focuses on Severus because itâs a safe bet.
Moving on to their relationship during the book canonâŚ
We donât really see a proper confrontation until the fifth book. I mean, in the third, it shows that Sirius still sees Severus as âotherâ by dragging him along while unconsciously banging his head. In the fourth, thereâs that scene where Dumbledore forces them to shake hands, and itâs clear they still hate each other. But itâs not until the fifth book that we get a real confrontation, where Sirius loses his temper. I think this has a lot to do with (drumroll) once again that cognitive dissonance between what Sirius always wanted to be and what he actually is, especially given the role he plays on the chessboard at that point in the story.
Sirius did everything he could to distance himself from his family, and the climax of that was joining the Order of the Phoenix and actively fighting against that same family, several members of whom were âsoldiersâ for the opposite side. Sirius is finally achieving what he wantsâto be a hero. To stop being part of the elite dark villains and instead be part of the heroic elite. The noble of high birth who fights valiantly for the good of the realm, just as James was destined to be. Itâs the climax, the absolute fulfillment of his adolescent desire. But then heâs thrown into Azkaban, and when he gets out, he finds that the poor, weird kid addicted to dark arts, who sucked up to future dark wizards, who hung out with purists and even joined the âbad sideââthe side of Siriusâ family, the villainsâis now the most important member of the Order. Heâs none other than Dumbledoreâs right hand. Heâs a double agent risking his neck every day and has more responsibility than anyone else. That kid Sirius called Snivellus for being a crybaby has more guts and more endurance than most people. The one who always wanted to be part of the elite Sirius hated is now the one playing them all, making them look like idiots. The one who looked frail and effeminate turns out to be more âmanly.â And that hurts. That hurts a lot. You go to prison, and when you get out, the person you didnât even consider a person not only ranks above you, but is playing in a league you canât aspire to. And the best part is, Sirius canât fully accept it because heâs still Siriusâa classist, privileged aristocrat incapable of accepting that (as is only logical) the poor working-class kid turned out to be far more useful than him in both politics and war.
To me, itâs poetic justice.
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nott into you - m.s
pairings: nott reader x mattheo riddle
summary: reader's brother is theodore nott and develops feelings for his best friend mattheo
warning(s): drinking, brief makeout drugs.
not proofread
FRIDAY:
my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.
it's funny how a week can change everything.
okay! i know this looks really wrong, but i can explain.. let's go back to where this all started, monday.
-1 WEEK PRIOR.-
MONDAY:
i sit in potions, bored as ever at snapes lesson, feeling eyes on me.
i look over seeing mattheo riddle staring, which isn't totally weird, considering we've been friend's since first year, just abnormal.
this time it's different though, like some weird tension in the air, i feel as if red smoke is filling my lungs and calling out mattheo's name.
snapping out of it, i clear my throat and focus my attention onto the horribly boring, lesson
the class ends sooner than later and i take my time to collect my stuff, not noticing mattheo waiting for me.
i head to the door and meet eyes with him
"waiting for me, riddle?" i question and his lips curl upwards
"i might be, walk with me will you?" he asks and i nod, following wherever he's going.
"i noticed you staring" i mumble
"yeah and i noticed you drooling" he says and i scoff
"you think too highly of yourself riddle" i professed
"mmh i'm not so sure about that, have you met your brother?" he adds on and i realize
my brother, shit.
this flirty banter shouldn't even be happening right now, considering if theo saw he would absolutely loose his shit.
"yeah thats theo, uh- anyways i gotta go, nice talking to you riddle!-" i say in a rush, walking the other direction.
TUESDAY:
i hear the door open and look up seeing pansy, i'm currently in the slytherin common room working on some extra homework.
"hey" she says, plopping down next to me
"hey pans whats up?" i ask, putting my books down.
"okay so, i know this is a long shot.. buuuttt, there's a party tomorrow and before you say no just please please think about going!" she says the last part really fast and i laugh
"who's throwing it?" i question and she squints her eyes
"we are..?" she mumbles and my eyes widen
"pansy what!?!" i yell
"okay i know it seems bad, but some first years accidentally heard me saying how slytherin parties are the best and one thing led to another and all of a sudden i had to prove it was true and now everyones expecting a party tomorrow night and i need your help!" she rambles and i sigh
"fine."
later that day, i cross paths with mattheo again.
who cares what my brother thinks or wants for me, it's my life.
"hey mattheo, sorry about yesterday" i say with a smile and he nods
"don't worry about it sweetheart" the name makes my cheeks flush.
we kinda just stand there looking into eachothers eyes for a moment, i'm not sure how it was, but i definitely looked full of lust.
he moves closer to my ear, whispering
"you're drooling again"
i roll my eyes throwing in a, "you wish"
WEDNESDAY:
the party is all set up, and it took HOURS.
me and pansy had to rush right when classes ended to get everything ready
we're supposed to start the party in an hour but before doing that, me and my friendgroup decided to have a little fun
me, pansy, theo, mattheo, draco, enzo and blaise decided to play a friendly game of truth or dare before letting anyone else in.
"y/n" enzo says and i let out a shakey breath, not noticable enough for anybody to hear though.
"yes enzo?" i respond, eyeing him in anticipation
"what'a a dirty secret you've been hiding lately?" he asks and i smirk
maybe i could fuck with these people in a way that wouldn't expose me, but in a way... would?
"well enzo, so glad you asked. recently there has been someone catching my eye... someone who's off limits, someone i'm not allowed to touch, you could call it forbidden, but i prefer the term secrecy." i say with a smug smile, avoiding any and all eye contact with mattheo
before anyone has time to say anything, the clock chimes and the doors to the common room open, the room flooding with people from all different houses.
the rest of the night was kinda a blur, except for the end of it.
i'm too drunk to even function right now, feeling vulnerable and anxious.
god this is why i don't go to parties.
"hey beautiful" a random gryffindor says and i make a face of disgust
"jus' leave me alone" i say in hopes of peace, turning around to walk away, but instead he grabs my wrist.
i turn back to look at him seeing the no-good look on his face
"oh no" i mumble
"are you gonna like.. do bad thing's to me" i ask
i'm never drinking again i feel like an idiot.
"you just consented to it so i might as well huh baby?" he says and i groan.
"i actually have a-" without thinking i grab someones hand, anyone to get me out of this situation would be great
"mattheo?" i say looking up, seeing its him who i grabbed
well, i was going to say boyfriend but mattheo works too.
the gryffindor boy's expression quickly changes from being in control to being scared shitless.
i'm too hazy to even feel right, not paying attention to the bickering mattheo is doing, the way he's absolutely screaming at this boy.
my hand tugs mattheos arm, causing him to look down at me
"mattheo please- just get me out of here" i say, leaning onto his arm.
fuck i'm not supposed to feel like this
THURSDAY:
the last thing i remember, is mattheo dragging me out of that party.
i think he was carrying me? or was it theo? i don't really remember.
i turn over, opening my eyes seeing mattheo next to me
what the fuck.
"g'morning princess" he says and i wince, feeling the light hit my face.
"what time is it?" i ask and see him look over to his bedside table
"like 10" he says and my eyes widen as much as they can.
"it's thursday mattheo we have class!' i yell, attempting to get up
his arm lightly pushes me down
"you need to rest, do you remember what happened last night?" he asks and i shake my head
"you were drugged and you passed out." he mumbles and my eyes widen
"who the fuck drugged me??" i exclaim
"i don't know" he says and i sigh, thinking about last night trying to remember anything i can.
i don't even realize how close me and mattheo are, the way he's shirtless and the way the sun hits his eyes, his morning voice, his soft sheets.
i look down seeing me in his shirt and i quirk an eyebrow which he notices
"no don't worry uh- pansy changed you not me" he reassures and i smile.
the rest of the day we end up just talking and laughing in his dorm, only leaving for food and water.
i gotta admit, it is awfully suspicious me leaving with him last night and waking up in his dorm, now us ditching and spending the whole day together.
but like i said before, i don't care what my brother thinks.
FRIDAY:
i'm currently getting lectured by snape for missing class and i can't help but let my mind wander to mattheo
lately, thats been all my mind is full of.
the tension has been getting thicker and my desire for him has been getting needier.
i need to tell him.
i rush out of snapes lecture as soon as he's finished, rushing to the common room.
what am i even doing, i'm being way too impulsive right now, it's fine i only live once, i have to do this. i tell myself
i reach the common room and run upstairs, knocking on mattheos dorm frantically
he opens the door and i smile, suddenly feeling all of my words leave my mind, going completely blank
then i remembered, i dont need words to tell him what i need.
without thinking, i grab his cheek and kiss him, it definitely caught him by surprise, but it did for me too.
without breaking the kiss, he leads me inside and closes the door, pinning me against it.
my hands tangled in his hair, the smell of his cologne and cigarettes filling my senses, everything just feels right.
an abrupt knock interrupts us, mattheos hand covering my mouth
"dude come on, snape is pissed you missed class and his lecture, we gotta go" a voice comes from the other side of the door.
fuck, it's my brother.
a/n: let me know if u guys want a part 2<3
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Potions (Eris Vanserra x Reader)
Eris Week Day Two: Heir
Summary// A recent concoction has hit the fae market that is said to bring about your primal instincts to help fertility. When Eris first suggests it you laugh, thinking it is just another herb or supplement that will fail, until you both drink and realize just how primal it turns you.
(This is hot, filthy, dirty, just primal smut. Iâm talking about knotting, A/B/O, breeding, fucking. If thatâs not your vibe then you have been warned and if it is, well, we should definitely be friends. Enjoy!)
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WARNINGS: SMUT, Knotting, Primal Play, Aphrodisiacs, Breeding, A/B/O Dynamics, Slight Cum Inflation?, I donât want to spoil anything else but it is dirty.Â
With how hard fae pregnancies are to come by it is a wonder that something like this hadnât been made sooner. Eris had had it delivered to him by one of his healers and advisors, their eyes sparkling at the idea of an heir being conceived with the special potion made by the healer himself.Â
At first, Eris hadnât even wanted to bring it to you, knowing how difficult it was for you month after month of not becoming pregnant, but as he saw you grow sadder each week he finally caved.
 This is how the two of you came to be sitting in the quiet of your secluded cabin, away from the courtâs gossip and stares, with the heart-shaped bottle resting on the table between the two of you.Â
âSo what is this supposed to do exactly?â You ask quietly, gingerly picking it up and watching as the dark red liquid swirled from the movement of your shaky hands. âAnd how is this any different from the other herbs and medicines the healer has already been giving me?â
âIt is said to call upon our basic, primal instincts to help with the conceiving part,â Eris explained again, blowing air out of his mouth. âIâm not sure exactly how it works or what it does but that is how it was explained to me.â
âAnd do you think it will work?â
âI think there is only one way to find out.â
You frown, contemplating, before twisting open the top and popping the cork. Eris stands and grabs two small glasses which you pour into. The smell is sickly sweet, almost like cherry medicine, and you try your best not to wince as you bring it up to your mouth.Â
âCan we agree before we drink this that if it does not workâŚwe just try not to worry about it? Conceiving, I mean.â Eris says softly, watching you with concern. âI know how much this has been bothering you and I do not want you to feel pressured or think that I am angry with you. These things take time and this drink, at most, is probably just going to be a fun night of sex for us. Nothing more.â
âI know Iâve been struggling I just,â You sigh, your eyes looking down. âIâm so ready to have a child and I know your advisors, the court, and even your mother have been pressing me for when I will finally have one. I just feel like Iâm letting everyone down.â
He reaches out for you and grabs your free hand, squeezing it as he says, âYou could never let anyone down, Y/N. I cannot say I know the pressures of being a woman in this circumstance but I can imagine them. Just please know that no matter what happens, whether it works or not, I love you and I do not care if I have to wait forever or even if it never happens. All I want is your happiness.â
You give him a sincere smile, tightening your fingers around his as you hold your glass out for him to clink. âCheers thenâŚto at least a long night of fucking each other.â
âCheers, little fox.â Eris grins, giving you a flirty wink before downing the potion as you follow his lead. âIt certainly tastesâŚinteresting.â
âNasty,â You blanch, your nose scrunching in disgust. âIt tastes nasty.â
âWell the healer is probably more attuned at creating medicines than he is flavorful potions I would assume.â He shrugs, lounging back on the couch and patting his lap. âWhy donât you come over here and sit with me while we wait and see what this does?â
You donât need to be asked twice as you shimmy over the table and crawl onto him, nuzzling your face into his neck as he kisses your temple and runs his fingers through your hair. It is sweet, domestic, and you savor it as you kiss his neck.Â
âI do wonder what it means about becoming primalâŚâ Eris muses. âDo you think it will make us mindless beasts? Just rutting into each other?â
A giggle escapes your lips as you raise your head to look at him, rolling your eyes as he smirks. âI think it will do the same as the other medicines have and slightly, slightly, raise our libido. Though I do not think we need help with that.â
He grins wolfishly and cups the back of your head, bringing your lips to his as he kisses you slowly. His lips never fail to take your breath away as they move against your own, molding perfectly together as you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Pleasant tingles are going from your scalp to your toes as you swipe your tongue against his.
âMmmm,â Eris growls, his hands grasping your hips while you teasingly grind down onto him. You were surprised at how wet you were already becoming, feeling the wet spot growing in your underwear. âItâs not nice to tease, little fox.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, my lord.â You smile against his mouth, your skin starting to feel clammy as you pull back for a moment. âAre you hot? Like sweaty?â
âIâm a little warmâŚâ He trails off, looking down in surprise to see his white shirt almost completely soaked through. âWhat the hell?â
âIs it the potion? Is it like an allergic reaction?â You stand, touching the back of your neck which is slick with sweat. âStars Iâm the same way-what is that smell?â
You sniff at the air, trying to find the intoxicating smell that was starting to drive you insane. It was like you were one of his hounds are you bent down over Eris who was still looking down at his shirt, finding the source right at the pulse point of his neck. âFuck Eris, you smell so good.â
Another warm gush of wetness coated your outer lips and thighs as you licked him from the hollow of his throat to the base of his ear, tasting the mix of pheromones and sweat while he abruptly pushed you off and stood. You felt like you were in a daze as you looked up at him, hurt and confused before you saw what had him freaking out.Â
Erisâs hair was growing thicker, and coarser, while his body seemed to swell slightly in the muscles and planes of his chest. He raises his hands as you watch his nails become sharper and pointer, almost like claws, as he whispers, âI donât know whatâs happening to meâŚâ
Your eyes trail up as he starts to lick his lips and his teeth, curling his top lip to show off his canines as they also become sharp. His amber eyes turn to gold as he stumbles back, tearing at his clothes until they were scraps on the floor, and unleashing the full change to your view.Â
âEris, whatâs wrong? Whatâs happening?â Your tone is full of worry before your mouth drops open at the sight of his bare body, seeing the hair that has grown on his chest, forearms, and thighs, as your gaze finally falls to his cock.
It was already long and thick before but now, with whatever the medicine was doing, it had become even bigger. You could see the veins throbbing as he became hard under your eyes, the head an angry read as it hit just under his belly button. However, that isnât the most concerning thing as you see a knot form just underneath his dick.Â
A large, throbbing knot.
âOh my gods.â You breathe, eyes wide, as you look back into his eyes. The man before you was no longer your Eris, no longer the High Lord of Autumn. No, this was a beast. A red, hungry beast who was watching you like a fox would its prey.
âIâve never felt like this beforeâŚâ He growls, even his voice an octave lower and gravelly while he licks his lips and stares at you.Â
âLike what?â You question breathlessly.
âLike I want to fuck you until youâre overflowing with my cum, your womb stuffed as I drain every last drop into that pretty fucking cunt.â
Before you could fully react to it Eris had stomped over to you and ripped off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor it tatters as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked. You whined loudly, looking up at him as he fisted his cock and slapped it against your cheek roughly. âSuck it, pup. Take this hot, thick dick down your throat like a good girl.â
You opened for him without hesitation, gagging as he rutted into your face until the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Normally Eris would check in on you before being rough, making sure you were okay, but this wasnât Eris. He had no qualms about your comfort as he threw his head back and groaned loudly.
And as you took it, as you slobbered all over him, you realized you liked it.Â
The way he was treating you, the way he smelled, the knot, everything was driving you fucking wild. You were sure you were dripping onto the couch as he used your mouth for his pleasure. It was so hot and you could feel your mind going blank as you lost yourself in the experience.
âThatâs it, thatâs it, FUCK!â He roared as you played with his knot, moaning around him. âSwallow it so fucking deep, pet. Oh, fuck.â
He was throbbing inside your mouth as you ran your tongue over the veins and the underside of his dick, tasting the salty musk of him before he unexpectedly pulled himself out of your mouth. âHands and knees, slut. Now.â
Eris stroked himself as you quickly clambered into position on the small couch, wiggling your ass in the air to entice him as he took position behind you. He landed a rough smack on your ass before he started thrusting swiftly, his cock desperately trying to find your hole as you shoved a hand down to try and guide him.
It only took a few seconds before he found his mark and you cried out in pain and pleasure as he speared you down on his member, fucking you like an animal. You tried your best to stay upright but Eris shoved a large hand between your shoulders, forcing your face into the pillows as he grabbed your hips and fucked.
âSuch a good little breeding whore,â He praised, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass echoing across the cabin. âSuch a perfect cock slut for me to use. Thatâs all youâre good for, right? All for me?â
âFuck yeah-â You choke out, turning to look back at him which only spurred him on further. âJust for you, Eris. Only you.â
His claws dug into your skin and you swore you could feel him piercing your skin but you couldnât care, didnât care, as he fucked you dumb. Both of your juices were making the wettest, sloppiest noise as it dripped out of you and onto the couch.Â
You started to rub furiously at your swollen clit, the shockwaves of pleasure overtaking your body as Eris found that spot deep inside of you that had your vision filling with white spots. Moan after moan spilled from your mouth as he chased his release, growling at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly.
âCum. Cum for me.â He ordered roughly, dominantly. âFucking cum all over my cock.â
His words unlocked the gates as you whimpered and cried out his name, your entire body shaking while you hit the best orgasm of your life. You could feel your cum creaming out of you as you buried your face into the pillow, biting down, while he smacked your ass once, twice, and then a third before he stilled inside of you.
The knot was trying to bury itself in your cunt but you were too tight for it to fit which caused massive frustration for Eris as his cum started leaking out of your hole. You winced when he pulled out, yelping when he turned you over to your back and loomed above you.
âYouâre wasting it pet,â He tsked, hooking your legs over his shoulders as he came face-to-face with your still-sensitive mound. âLet me fix that for you.â
Your back arched as he took his tongue and started tongue-fucking your abused hole, groaning at the taste of both of your cums mixed together as he desperately tried to fuck it back into you. Both of your hands flew to his head, gripping on for dear life as he moved up to your clit.
He flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue, his nails digging into your thighs as you tried to squirm away. âNuh uh, little fox. Youâre staying here until Iâm fucking finished breeding you.â Eris growled, pushing two of his fingers into your needy pussy as he started to stretch you out. âIâm going to make sure youâre nice and stretched out for me, ready to take this knot like a good fucking slut.â
âEris, please,â You whine, your hips rutting up as your sensitivity turns to pleasure again. âPlease, I need more.â
âYou need more, pet? Need more of this cock?â Eris taunted, pulling away after slurping more of your juices up. âOpen your mouth for me.â
You did so quickly, sticking your tongue out as he appeared above your head and spat into your mouth. It was dirty and disgusting but it made you tighten around his fingers, the vulgarity of it only turning you on even more as he smirked. His fangs poked out from his lips as he said, âDirty whore, youâre enjoying this, arenât you? Enjoying being treated like a breeding bitch?â
Your head bobs up and down but it isnât enough for him as he thrusts deeper, harder, and grabs your face painfully. He squeezes, pushing your lips together as his upper lip curls back in a snarl. âFucking say it.â
âY-yes I enjoy it!â You admit in a high-pitched voice, groaning when he added a third and fourth finger. âI enjoy being your little breeding bitch, itâs all I want, all I need.â
âIs it what you need, pet? Are you ready to take this knot in this tiny little cunt? Ready for me to fuck you until youâre a drooling, cum-filled cocksleeve?â He stares into your eyes, pupils dilated so big you could hardly see the gold anymore as you whine your agreement. âThen turn back around.â
Eris pulls his fingers out and sucks on them while you get back on all fours, waiting for him to mount you. He watches you, contemplating, before he sits down and yanks you backward roughly. You gasp when he holds you up by your hips with ease, lining up his cock with your pussy before sliding you all the way down.
Both of you moan and close your eyes, the angle making him feel ten times deeper as he orders you to ride him. You place your hands on his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life as you roll your hips. It feels otherworldly and with each thrust down, the head of his dick hits your g-spot with a marksman-like accuracy.
âOoooh fuck, Eris, youâre so deep,â You cry, biting down on your bottom lip as you throw your head back in pleasure. He growls and jerks your chin back down, your eyes flying open as he kisses you passionately.
âEyes on me, pet. Donât you dare fucking look away.â He commands, shifting between your fucked out face and the way your cunt swallows him whole. âSuch a pretty pussy taking my cock so well, ready to be bred until your stomach is swollen and your tits are leaking.â
The imagery makes you whine while Eris emphasizes his point by bending down to suck on your tits, your nipples extra sensitive as he nips at them with those long canines. You grip the back of his head, feeling the coarse hair between your fingertips as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock.Â
Already you feel as if you are getting close and he can tell, can feel your walls fluttering around him. What little control he had snaps and he grabs your ass roughly, leaning back on the couch as he starts fucking up into you. The only sound in the room being his animalistic growls and wet fucking.
Pain blossoms in your uterus as he goes deeper than ever, hitting your cervix, but you could care less as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold onto him. You can smell his scent again, feeling his racing pulse, and you sink your teeth into it just as your orgasm starts to come to a crescendo.
The tangy taste of blood in your mouth doesnât deter you as you scream his name loudly, feeling him bite down on the junction of your shoulder as he roars and buries himself knot deep. It slips in with ease this time, locking you together as his hips keep rutting deep into you.
His cum is as hot as fire as it coats your inside, filling you up until you could see your lower stomach start to bulge out from just how much he was pumping inside you. Eris pulled his teeth out of your skin, blood staining his teeth and chin just as yours was, and pressed your foreheads together.
Both of you were panting like dogs as his thrusts finally slowed until he was completely still, though you could still feel his cock throbbing. He brushed the hair away from your neck gently, whispering your name into your ear while you sagged into him exhaustedly.Â
âSo good, pet, you did so well,â He praised, kissing your temple as you gave him a small smile. âIâm so proud of you for taking it all.â
âThanks, love.â You whisper while running your fingers down his back lazily. âThat wasâŚâ
âAmazing?â Eris finished for you, cupping your face gently as you nodded and gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes. âI agree. I guess it was different than everything else weâve tried.â
âI wouldnât mind trying it again sometime.â You tease, kissing him for a moment until he pulls back with a knowing smile. âWhat?â
âDid you think that was it, pet? That I am done with you already?â He tilts his head, running his thumb over your cheek. âNo, no, no, no, no. This was just the beginning. I meant what I said about fucking you until the very last dropâŚand that was just the first pour.â
You gulp, eyes widening, as you feel his knot slowly shrink until it comes out with a wet squelch. Eris smirked as he nuzzled into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent, before whispering, âTime to fill you up again, pet.â
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the moth and the flame part one: the hold
Nessian x f!Reader
warnings: delusional reader & nesta, drinking
summary: after meeting Nesta in a bookshop, you find the darkest parts of yourselves bonding with each other.
a/n: the first few chapters will center around Nesta before Cassian comes in! this has been my brainchild for a little while and I hope you all enjoy <3 if anyone wants to be added to a tag list please let me know!
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Sharp breath fogging the air in front of her, Nesta set off for one of the only tasks, outside of imbibing, that didnât quite feel like torture. Precise footsteps, steady and calm, took her down the sidewalk, hanging to the shadows, to her sanctuary. At the current hour sheâd rarely seen another soul and each time she did it tended to sour her day. Not that it took much to do that recently.
Even with new Fae senses, she could tell when something was different in a space she frequented. Well, a tavern might be another story but this tiny bookstore tucked away in a far corner of Velaris wasnât. Any other day she may have spun on her heel and stalked out, but the new Sellyn Drake novel released this morning and sheâd kill to get her hands on it. Whoever this was, they did have an interesting scent. So warm and inviting it sickened her, perhaps even made her murderous.
A light headache set in. She glanced at the clock. 11:45. Today sheâd make it to noon without a drink, that was good enough for her.
First, the book. Second, wine.
One foot in front of the other, crossing the floor with a dancer's grace, something years of separation from lessons couldnât get rid of.
Eyes zoned in on the table, one copy left. A lucky day for her. Mouth curved up at the corners.
She was so focused on her target she didnât notice you, but you didnât notice her either, both of you set on a collision path.
Like right out of a Sellyn Drake novel, static zapped as your fingers touched, two hands retreating back, two bodies tensing, two heads snapping up and eyes locking.
Nesta was quickly enchanted by your touch - as chaotic as it was. Next, the small apologetic smile on your lips. You were speaking - words, fuck. Sheâd completely missed that.
âItâs all yours,â you repeated a tad slower, concern edging into your voice. Anyone else she wouldâve chewed out for that. A better person wouldâve let you have the book. At this moment, Nesta wasnât a better person.
âThanks,â she muttered and snatched it, spinning on your heel. A sharp intake of breath behind her.
Nesta paused, loosening her body and relaxing her stance, and looked over her shoulder, âwhatâs your name?â
You answered, and she repeated back, dragging out the last letter, watching you flush pink. A small smile on Nestaâs lips - the kind that screamed trouble, âIâm certain weâll see each other around.â
âI certainly hope so,â you countered, that surprise sheâd heard earlier replaced with an attitude that thrilled her. A little spice. Nesta figured out your scent - cloves, nutmeg, and honey. Her new favorite. She liked you, youâd have fun together.
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Over the following days, thoughts of you consumed Nesta. Rolling over on her bed, the scents of various males lingering, she thought of how sheâd get rid of that before she had you over. Because Nesta would have you. She needed you like oxygen, like books, like wine.
You didnât know it yet, but you needed her too. If you didnât, Nesta would make it so you did. She could be called many horrid things, but when she wanted something, she didnât hesitate or hold back. Whatever you wanted, she would make it happen for you. You had her in a chokehold.
Looking back, she could pinpoint the moment when her obsession truly began - as soon as she identified and committed your scent to memory. Nesta hasnât been able to put honey in her tea for far too long.
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You thought of the blue-gray eyed beauty. Eyes so cold and harsh, but maybe you were imagining it but hadnât they softened a tad for you? She was familiar, but you couldnât quite place her. You supposed the place didnât matter, not as long as you could get her next to you, above you, under you, down the aisle - you cut your mind off, thinking youâd gone way too far ahead for someone you had a thirty second encounter with at a bookshop. Even Sellyn Drake would think it was a tad ridiculous, that or heâd eat it up. Maybe you should pitch the idea and inspire his newest best seller.
Still, all you could think of was how she softened for you. She must have, you were certain of it now. The female followed up her harsh and probably standard remark with something sweet like asking your name. She wanted to know who you were, just as you wanted to know her now.
It took you a few minutes to compose yourself after meeting her. By the time you had, she was gone, and you realize you still didnât know her name. Cursing, you sprinted towards the doors, whisper-shouting a sorry to the shop owner, even though nobody else was inside.
A flash of golden brown hair around the corner, perhaps a quarter of a mile down the street. It might not even be her, you frowned. With your luck, youâd chase all the way down just to terrorize a random citizen of Velaris.
Glancing around to check the street was empty first, you whispered a quiet âcome back,â a soft plea to the mystery female, the mother, and the universe to bring her back to you.
âToo much,â the annoyingly logical part of your brain said, but they were easily ignored and even easier to drown out.
If it came to it you could go back to that same bookstore, at the same time, and perhaps run across her again. On the other hand, you could let her find you. She seemed like the type of female who enjoyed a chase, and like a resourceful one. Oryou were reading too many books and your mind came up with outlandish fantasies. Not that outlandish, some of your friends had told you particularly tantalizing stories and you felt an inherent desire to live out one of your own, no matter how it might hurt you in the future. It would.
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i'm like some kind of supernova [ft. u.ae]
⤡ pov : literally all of the clocks of your house stop working and a random girl falls into your house?? she says she's like .. a goddess?? and now you've agreed to help her find her colleagues that disappeared?? or else she might torment you for all your life???
pairing : timekeeper!giselle x reader genre : serious codedish + crack cw/tw : talks about dying/not dying + giselle talks old timey-ish for a couple mins + lowk this is a fever dream + uneditted womp womp wc : 914 woooo !!
the strange quiet shouldâve tipped you off.
when you woke up from an (unusually) dreamless sleep, your first instinct was to fight the urge to look at your phone and instead focus on the digital clock situated to the left of your bed.Â
you were trying to make a conscious effort to âstop being dependent on your phoneâ and metaphorically touch grass.
and, obviously, that was your first mistake.Â
the flashing numbers of the screen looked back at you, almost defiantly. 00.30.
one look at the sunlight streaming in through a conveniently located window proved that incorrect immediately.Â
the clock appears to be broken.
pretty normal occurrence, could happen to anyone.
but when you venture out to the dining room, another clock, one of the analog variety, proudly displays the hour hand at 1 and the minute hand at 8.Â
the clocks in the living room, guest room and kitchen all respectively seem to believe itâs around 2.45, 3.06 and 4.58 am respectively.
you can no longer put this off to a coincidence and the realization that there may be some foul play at work shakes you to the core.Â
until, of course, there is a loud BANG! and a girl falls right on top of you.Â
by then, your only coherent thought is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
the girl groans, likely in pain from the fall (where did she fall from??? is she a neighbour and did your ceiling just ⌠break down??). sheâs quick to regain composure however.
âgreetings mortal. be not afraid for i am merely a being that most humans desire to have control over, despite knowing how utterly unattainable it is.
i am giselle; the keeper of time, in its purest essence.â
âyour name tag says uchinaga aeri though.â you gesture with your eyes as she still has your arms pinned down with just enough strength to render them completely immovable.
âand also,â your fight or flight reaction shows itself by a means of ceaseless curiosity, âisnât time supposed to be .. an old bearded man holding an hourglass? wasnât he called father time?
the time keeper/uchinaga aeri/giselle/ looks pissed. or is she just flustered??
âthe name tag is just a slight error, okay?! and i actually DO have an hourglass. also assuming that time is âmaleâ is sexist.â
âno thatâs not what i meant-â you try to defend yourself, but she brushes it off with practiced ease.
âmy colleagues and i recently faced a ⌠misfortunate incident. they all disappeared soon after. the thorough investigations i carried out right after lead me nowhere for quite a while.Â
but now⌠my sources have led me to you, mortal.â
the way aeri giselle speaks is enough to show you that she would not hesitate to resort to any means necessary to bring back the people sheâs lost. they are obviously much more to her than just âcolleagues.âÂ
you admire that. but also ⌠according to her âsourcesâ doesnât she think that you are the one responsible for the disappearances?Â
giselleâs grip on your hands eases only slightly while your brain busily tries to make sense of the events; wondering if she perhaps terrified you into silence.Â
you do not let that opportunity go to waste.
with a slightly awkward, not as suave movement as you would have liked it to be, you flip over so that the timekeeper is now below you.Â
âmortal?!â she gasps out, âyou dare manhandle one of the 4 Supernovas, the guardians of the universe?! why i should-â
âhear me out please, before you burn me to a crisp or whatever youâd likeâÂ
giselleâs eyes twinkle.Â
she snaps her fingers. and all the lights blink out.
you find yourself ⌠in your bedroom? almost like youâve been sent back in time to earlier the same dayâŚ
the time keeper sits at the edge of the bed, rather nonchalantly, for someone who looked like they were merely seconds away from..
âletting you age and age and age some more, until all thatâs left of you is a shriveled husk and all you can think of is the sweet release of death; but alas youâll never find respite, because i will simply ensure that you remain undying. i think thatâs what iâll do to you if you donât cooperate <3 arsonâs not really my thing, ningning however,-â
you interrupt her once more, probably not the best decision but you need to make your offer as soon as possible if you have any hopes of getting out of this alive, âiâll help you.â
âwhatâŚ?â
you ramble on about how all the clocks had stopped working and how you were 99% sure that this meant you were definitely a key part in helping to find the people who had disappeared.
it almost feels like an interview; trying to convince giselle to hire you as a helper and also, as a side bonus, not torment you for all of eternity.Â
and surprisingly, it works.
as youâre ending your pitch, she suddenly leans forward so that her forehead almost touches yours.Â
ârest up for now, then.â she says, âyou need all the energy you can get for our mission. and if you even think of backing outâŚâ
âi wonât!!â you affirm quickly, which makes her smile and
god sheâs really pretty isnât she?Â
â
beep. beep. beep.
the digital clock on your bedside says itâs 00.30.Â
you grab your phone.
the Contacts app opens up. the first saved number is of a certain timekeeper.
o giselle (NOT aeri.) xxxxxxxxxx
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Love to Hate You âĄ
(Charlie Dalton x Fem Reader)
Enemies to Lovers Oneshot!
Warnings: Swearing, 1950âs stereotypes (purity, clothing style, cigarettes), mentions of neglect, immature high school drama, talk of paddling at school, dumb pranks, kissing, romance, teen partying, suggestive flirting, mention of a diet, moral grayness, parental issues, arguing, drinking, jealously, reader possesses slight anger issues, Neil lives and all is well.
Synopsis: The highly regarded Welton Academy has two buildings, one strictly for girl students, and the other for young boys. By a turn of events, they all end up having to share study hall together in the afternoons. (Y/n), your typical rich, hyper-feminine prima donna, thinks sheâs in charge of Welton Academy. With her squeaky clean reputation and unwavering confidence, surely no one will ever see her sweat. However, being the drama queen that she is, she takes her first encounter with Charlie Dalton as a personal attack. Teenage chaos ensues. ~
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Authors Note: Hello! I just got into DPS, and I donât write very much, so be gentle. This was originally supposed to be a dumb little blurb I wrote without intent to post. Short and silly. Obviously itâs based on the movie, but I also made it my own. Reader is referred to as a female, woman, and girl. She/Her pronouns used. Itâs mentioned once that the reader has hair, but other than that, if something doesnât feel neutral as far as the readerâs appearance, please let me know. Feel free to request! :)
Dramatic Princess Society
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To say you were a diva was a staggering understatement. Everyone who graced your presence could see that you were in control of any room you happened to wander into. You werenât a princess; you were the princess. A fond nickname youâd developed as well. You were never afraid to say whatever was on your mind, and you figured that really wasnât such a bad thing. You just knew what you wanted, and that was all.
It didnât help that your wealthy parents constantly fed into your ego, insistently showering you with lavish clothes and gifts to distract you from the fact that they only saw their child a few times a year. The only time your mother really gave you any guidance or contacted you at all was to ask about your diet or your clothing size, which was honestly fine by you. You had a social hierarchy to rule over, and that kept you plenty busy. Yeah, you were vain, and maybe even a bit too proud, but if anyone had the right to be, it was certainly you.
Your parents had pushed you into doing all sorts of extracurricular activities throughout your childhood and adolescence. They put a lot of weight on status and education, so failure just wasnât an option in their eyes. You were meant to sit above everyone else at all times with a crown fixed on your head. Maybe if you could accomplish that, then youâd have to be good enough in their eyes.
What most people didnât usually see, however, was the bleeding heart beneath all of that pompous prestige. Just below the surface, there was a young girl who wanted the same thing every other teenager so desperately did: to be accepted. But no one was going to knock down that wall youâd built.
On par for the course, you attended Welton Academy, one of the most distinguished prep schools in the country, made strictly for young women like yourself. The catch was that just across the lake from your school, there was another high school identical to your own, except it was made for young men instead.
The girlâs building was a fairly recent addition to the school grounds themselves. The schools werenât necessarily close in proximity, but they were close enough that you could always see the opposing building. On the rare occasion of a mixed assembly, the Welton staff were always swift to pull you in opposite directions when the event had ended. There would be absolutely no one partaking in any premarital activities on their watch. The adults around you were very strict in that regard.
âWhat do you think the boys are doing over there right now?â Your roomate Maddie wondered aloud, her elbows propped up on the seal of your dorm window as she ogled dreamily across the lake.
You gave a teasing scoff as you turned away from your chemistry work to face her. âProbably using binoculars to stare at our building.â
âYou think?â She chirped in almost a hopeful tone, glancing over her shoulder at you.
Your eyes nearly rolled out of your head. âThat would not be a good thing, Madison. Theyâre a bunch of little perverts, and everyone knows it.â
âMaybe I should wear prettier night gowns,â She mused, ignoring your input completely.
You groaned. âGross. Please just close the shutters.â
âAt least you said âpleaseâ for once,â Madison grumbled, doing just as youâd told her before deciding to turn in for the night.
You sighed, playing with a strand of your hair. âMadison. Theyâre just boys; I promise you, they donât have anything special.â
Once you heard Maddieâs mischievous giggle, you already knew where she was about to go with that statement.
âOh, Iâd beg to differ on that one.â
You waved a dismissive hand in her direction.
âWell, maybe if you werenât so uptight, then boys wouldnât be so scared of you all the time,â She laughed.
You looked over at her again, brows raised. âHa! Thatâs the way I like it,â You hummed, shrugging your shoulders as you inspected the polish on your nails. âBut who could really blame them? Iâm pretty intimidating, if I do say so myself.
Now it was Maddieâs turn to roll her eyes. âWhatever you say, princess,â She said, bowing theatrically before flopping back on her pillow. âCan you cut the lights off already? Youâve been looking at that forever.â
âOh, I have to say âpleaseâ, but you donât?â You huffed, but obliged anyway.
Cutting off your lamp, you followed Maddieâs lead and crawled beneath your own blankets, curling into a cozy little ball. Your eyes lingered on the ceiling for a while before you finally drifted off. You couldnât stop yourself from wondering if there really was anything interesting about the boys over there. You doubted it, but you wouldnât know unless you saw for yourself. Perhaps they could make things a little less boring in your current life. As much as you appreciated all the praise from your female peers, it was getting a little tired.
The next afternoon, it was nearing the end of the school day when you were sitting in Mrs. Newmanâs class, daydreaming about your next salon appointment before dismissal. Thatâs when the older woman made an extremely important announcement to the class. Apparently, the boyâs library was under some new renovations, and as such, all of the boys who still wanted to attend study hall were instructed to use the girlâs library in your building until construction was over.
Your eyes widened when you heard the news, and youâd never admit it, but your heart also sped up a little at the thought. A few coy giggles echoed through the room as Mrs. Newman spoke.
âNow, ladies,â Your senile instructor boomed, scanning the room with a very firm look on her face. âI expect nothing but professional behavior from you all, and anything to the contrary will not be taken lightly. Do you all understand?â
âYes, Mrs. Newman,â The class cooed in unison, not sounding nearly convincing enough.
You never thought youâd live to see the day Welton Academy would actually allow males and females to mingle. Hell had finally frozen over, you thought.
Newman kept a narrow eye on all of you as she dismissed class, but none of you seemed to pay her any mind. You were all too busy laughing and gossiping about what it would be like to merge study hall with boys. You mustâve heard your name being called a hundred times as you made your way to your locker.
â(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Did you hear?! We get to be with the boys every single day for the next few weeks!â A freshman girl named Rachel beamed as she approached.
The mundane expression never left your face. âDuh, of course I did. Thatâs all anyoneâs talked about for the last five minutes.â
She deflated a bit. âOh. Right. Um, I like your makeup today, by the way⌠Always, really.â
âOf course, Rach. You know me,â You remarked, stopping to fiddle with the combination on your locker. You could see her grin from your peripheral as she started to turn away.
âAlright, well, Iâll see you later, (Y/n)!â
You wiggled your fingers in her direction as you sorted through the books you wanted for study hall. You liked Rachel; she had great fashion sense, but she was a little too boy-obsessed for you, even worse than Maddie. You refused to give young men so much of your attention. They should be excited to see you, not the other way around. Youâd never judge her or anyone else for it, but there was no way you were going to be dubbed a âtrampâ and end up being an outcast from your social groups. At least thatâs what your parents told you would happen. So a boy would need to have something truly magical in order to make you break a sweat over them.
As you gripped your stack of books and began making your way to the now highly sought-after library, a small group of girls began trailing close behind you, a couple of them throwing affirmations your way about your hair or outfit. A few of them you knew, a few you didnât, but at least you never had to worry about sitting alone.
â(Y/n), I love your pink socks.â
âThanks. You know I just canât be bothered with their horrid dress code. The patterns on the skirts are bad enough.â
â(Y/n), where did you get your bag?â
âDonât remember. I just grabbed one this morning.â
â(Y/n), are you going to talk to any boys?â
âThey can come up and talk to me if they want.â
âIf they dare,â Maddie laughed, amplifying the string of constant giggles behind you.
You had your hand on the library door, ready to push it open, when a high-pitched voice startled you by crying, âWait!â
You pulled away, immediately recognizing a sophomore named Jenny as she rushed over, peaking her head through the window of the large double doors.
âOhmygosh,â She whispered. âTheyâre really in there.â
The group laughed, but you simply nudged her aside. âPlease, Jen. Of course they are.â
âOh! Let me pick where to sit!â Maddie begged with her sad brown eyes.
You thought about it briefly and ultimately caved in to her request. She cheered as she took a turn looking through the window, scanning each male specimen with great precision. A few women were in the library already, but not too many just yet. You tapped your foot impatiently, staring at the side of Maddieâs head while you waited on her decision.
âPick cute ones to sit by!â A little red-headed girl commented, and the rest of them whispered amongst themselves in agreement.
You huffed, stamping your foot a bit as you began to push by your classmates. âFor Godâs sake, women, can we pull ourselves together a bit? Maddie Garcia, youâve got two seconds before I pick for you.â
âOkay! Okay!â She squealed. âUm⌠That one! That table right there.â You stepped beside her, observing the large table that sheâd pointed out. It was only half full, with one side harboring a fairly normal-looking group of young men, and the other side vacant.
âFine. Perfect.â
Giving the entrance a quick shove, the group began filing in to the library one by one. Maddie and Rachel stayed by your side in order to get a closer look at the scope of people, and the rest of them hung behind you shyly. If the boys werenât looking your way already, they certainly were after you haphazardly dropped your pile of books on the table. The rest of the girls sheepishly sorted out which chairs to take, making sure to leave a space between them and any boys. Almost instantly, you began burying yourself in your chemistry book, ignoring the girlâs whispering and the boyâs eyes that were burning holes in your head. You couldnât believe all that fuss was just for them to not even talk to a single male in the room. You simply had no time for the nonsense.
After a while, everyone seemed to settle in and get back to their books and homework like normal, but every minute or so, Maddie would tap on you and ask, âWhat about that one? Is he cute?â, only for you to look over and shrug. More and more students came through during the hour. The library had stayed surprisingly quiet, so you figured the boys must be on their best behavior in the new environment. They were very careful not to say anything too loudly about any of you, though you knew what they were probably talking about when they lowered their voices. It was fine by you as long as they werenât being overly distracting.
Your friends, on the other hand, werenât doing anything with their time except yammering on; their books were open to a random page in the hopes that none of the teachers would actually notice. That day probably set a record for how many students attended study hall in Welton history, and the ironic part was hardly anyone was studying.
âHey, (Y/n)?â A girl named Tayla asked, catching your attention.
You looked up at her in acknowledgment, so she continued. âHow do you always keep from getting in trouble during Mr. Bakerâs class?â
You thought about it for a second and laughed. âWell, you see, if you misbehave in a male teacherâs class, but you simultaneously wear a skirt thatâs two sizes too small, then they wonât paddle you. None of them would dare make you bend over in a skirt that short.â
And you were right; teachers wouldnât paddle you if your clothing seemed too short, so you always made sure wear clothing from previous school years if you were planning on causing problems. It may have been a shoddy thing for you to do, but so was hitting your students with an object, you thought. At least this way you could laugh about it.
A few of them giggled, one calling you a âgeniusâ in a playful manner. However, you could see from across the table that a few of the boys had suddenly turned rather crimson, and you knew it was likely from your conversation. You couldnât fault them, because you werenât exactly being quiet. Though you wouldnât concern yourself with it either. If they were embarrassed, that was their problem.
A toothy smile graced your lips as you returned to your book, feeling oddly triumphant in your âadviceâ. But alas, you couldnât revel in it; you had chemistry work that desperately needed your attention as well. Your parents would have your head if your grades proved any less than perfect.
Youâd sat at the head of the table, trying your best to focus for at least a few minutes once everyone had gone quiet. However, rather than focusing on chemistry formulas, youâd slowly started to take notice of a young brunette who sat opposite you. He wasnât doing anything particularly special, just chewing gum and trying to kick one of his friends under the table, not paying much mind to the new female table-mates. One of his classmates had called him âCharlieâ, which was a name you actually recognized. Youâd definitely heard a few of the girls talk about him before, and his not-so-appropriate stories.
You took a moment to observe the details of his face and the way he interacted with his friends, your work now long forgotten. He seemed so confident and loud, clearly a class clown as well. His boyish features were pretty charming, if you had to admit it. Soft and mischievous at the same time. The uniform looked handsome on him too. His looks and mannerisms definitely made you want to get to know him a bit better.
Suddenly, the same male you were admiring cleared his throat in a loud, dramatic sort of fashion, catching everyone at the tableâs attention. He made quite a show of folding his hands out in front of him on the table, leaning toward you with direct eye contact, so you knew that whatever he was about to say, he was talking to you.
You cocked a brow at the boy, clueless as to what he could possibly be drawing so much attention for.
âMaâam, since I donât see any paint or an easel in front of you, Iâm going to have to ask that you refrain from staring, please. Not that I donât enjoy it, but it is very distracting at the moment,â He explained in mock concern, smiling in almost a taunting sort of fashion.
Your eyes blew wide, your jaw all but dropping to the floor as everyone who was listening turned to see your reaction. A few other tables had heard the disturbance as well. Your back suddenly straightened, and you opened and closed your mouth a few times in an attempt to defend yourself, but nothing came out. Normally, youâd fire off something snarky in return, maybe even insulting, but instead, your mind was rendered completely blank. It was strange, really. Sex and everything related to it were extremely taboo, especially with the way youâd been raised. It was one thing when you were talking to your female peers, but having a male address you in that sort of manner was kind of petrifying.
Your cheeks burned with humiliation from all the giggles that met your ears. His gaze never left yours as a huge smirk began to paint his features, causing you to avert your eyes. You couldnât remember when you became so shy.
âI, uh...â Your eyes darted around to various on-looking students. âWhatever,â you muttered, propping your book up in a way that would block most people from seeing your face.
A symphony of âOooâsâ echoed from all around you, the group of boys laughing as they playfully punched their friend on the shoulder. Only one boy in a vest who sat closest seemed to give Charlie a displeased look. Some of your own friends began poking you and laughing themselves. Your skin was on fire. You hardly even interacted with men in your day to day life, much less experienced this. You were mortified. You could only take it for a few more moments before you stood straight up from your chair, slamming your chemistry book. Charlie and a couple of your friends were the only ones who noticed the tantrum you were throwing, and Maddie stood to follow you as you made your way out of the library.
You practically stomped out of the room, never once looking behind you. âWho the hell even is that? Who does he think he is talking to me that way? This is why they shouldnât be over here,â You ranted, directing it toward Maddie, even though she hadnât caught up to you yet.
Before the door could shut behind both of you, someone had flung it open once more. You turned to see if the rest of the girls were following you, only to be met with his face again. You groaned and began walking faster to your locker.
âHey!â The boy laughed, hurrying to catch you. âHey, hold on-â
You didnât answer, the click of your heels being the only noise you made. Maddie didnât say anything either, but she watched the two of you with suspicious eyes.
âWait a second,â He urged, attempting to grab your sleeve before you swatted him away.
âWho do you think you are, exactly?â You snapped, suddenly spinning on your heel to face him. He nearly tripped over his feet to stop himself from running into you.
âUh, I think Iâm Charlie,â he stated, taking a couple steps backward.
Your eyes narrowed. âAnd what do you want? Why are you trying to humiliate me?â
Charlie stared at you for a second, then let out a small chuckle as he began rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. âAh, I see. Youâre one of those types.â
âExcuse me?â You seethed, digging your nails into your textbooks. âOne of what type? Nobody is like me, not even close, so get that straight.â
The male put his hands up in defense. âNow, I didnât mean it like that, babe.â
Throwing him a fake laugh, you rolled your eyes and continued the journey to your dorm. âBabe? Iâm not your babe; my name is (Y/n). Now go torture some other girl.â
Charlie stuffed his hands in his pockets as he watched you walk away, glancing over at Maddie, who had yet to follow you again. "Well, now I have to torture her,â he said.
âGood luck with that. Sheâs, like, the queen of Welton,â Maddie laughed. âAlthough, I donât think Iâve ever seen anybody work her up that much before.â
Charlie hummed, fixed on the spot you once stood. âWell, then the king himself will just have to take that as a challenge.â
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The next few days went by with you avoiding study hall like the plague, no matter how much any of the other girls begged you to go. You were sick, you were hungry, you were tiredâanything it took to avoid him until you were certain the whispers had died down. You hated his cocky demeanor. You were the only one who should be cocky at Welton. Of course, the rumor of your âcrushâ had made its rounds by now, much to your dismay. Maddie told you sheâd heard some of the boys talking about it as well. The majority of girls just couldnât shut up about how cute youâd be together with one the âpoetry nerdsâ.
You mustâve been asked a dozen times if you and Charlie were dating, and for once you wished people would stop paying so much attention to you. That was the point where youâd had enough. There was no way you were going to let people think you had a thing for that clown, absolutely no way. You knew he just liked to flirt with every girl anyway, so his advances meant nothing to you. He had embarrassed you on purpose, and you were going to make damn sure you returned the favor someday. These were your school grounds, not his, and not anybody elseâs either. Mr. Nolan, the old bat, could take that fact and shove it for all you cared.
The day you finally went back to study hall was on a Friday. There was a chemistry test on Monday morning, and no matter how much you detested it, you really couldâve used one of the boysâ help to study. This chapter of Chemistry was your weak point, and youâd heard a lot of good things about a boy called âMeeksâ and his godlike abilities in that realm. Youâd seen him sitting around Charlie on that fateful day, which troubled you at first, but once you thought about it for a while, an idea started forming in your brain. Thatâs where your friend Rachel came in.
Rachel had an affinity for lizards, frogs, and any other small creature that crawled along the ground, which was just perfect for you. You just hoped Charlie loved lizards as much as she did. By the time Friday afternoon had rolled around, you all but dragged Rachel out and down to the library. You could tell she was very unsure, but went along with you anyway.
You stopped and turned to her right outside the doors. âDid you catch one?â
âYeah,â she sighed, crouching down to fish through her bag.
After a moment, she stood, holding out her hand to reveal a small lizard gently clenched in her grasp. You grinned a wide, maniacal grin, carefully taking the creature from her hands. He was small enough that he would hopefully go undetected for a while, which is exactly what you wanted.
âThanks, Rach. Alright, câmon, letâs go,â You instructed, holding the creature in one hand behind your back.
âOkâay,â Rachel replied, trialing behind you with your chemistry books in hand.
You strutted right through the room and towards Steven Meeksâ table, ignoring any whispers you heard along the way. Sure enough, Charlie was sitting right beside the Meeks boy, laughing at something his friend had said.
Perfect.
As you approached, most of the tableâs attention had turned your way. Charlie immediately plastered that smug look across his face at the sight of you. You scowled at first, but quickly switched your expression to something nice and welcoming as you looked toward Steven, leaning down to his level once you were beside him.
âHello, gentlemen. Do you mind if I steal your friend Steven for a moment? Rachel and I are seriously clueless when it comes to chemistry, and we need some help for our test Monday,â You explained in a sugary sweet tone, intentionally placing your hand on Meeksâ shoulder. You knew they would fold like wet paper at your request.
The group exchanged several glances with one another, during which, you took the opportunity to place your lizard friend into Charlieâs uniform coat, carefully planting him where heâd likely go down rather than out the top.
âUh, yeah, alright, sure,â Meeks agreed, gathering up his things and rising from his chair. Rachel chuckled awkwardly, giving a timid âThank youâ to the boy for his help. You couldnât distinguish whether she was nervous about what youâd done or if Rachel actually had a thing for Meeks. Either way, it didnât matter. All that mattered was getting to witness the events that unfolded when Charlie realized something besides him was moving in his clothes.
You and Rachel led Meeks to a vacant table off to the left and began setting up things to study. You could tell the boy was a bit nervous around you, but he but shook it off pretty quickly. You, however, were still too distracted with watching Charlie. Once Meeks noticed this, he chuckled, gaining your attention.
âWhat is it?â You questioned.
âItâs just that⌠I noticed you staring over there.â
You shot him a chilling glare.
âI was not staring at him!â You blurted a little too loudly. A few students glanced your way before going back to their work, making you take a breath and sit back in your chair. âI apologize. Continue, please.â
Rachel held in a laugh, but said nothing.
A few minutes had gone by before you finally caught a sign of Charlie feeling around in the sleeve of his clothes. You leaned forward in anticipation, waiting eagerly for some sort of panic to ensue. However, rather than panicking, Charlie stood up, removing his jackst and flipping it to search the inside. After some investigation, he found whatever he was looking for.
âOh, man!â You heard Charlie exclaim as he pulled something from the article of clothing. âGuys, check this out.â
He seemed excited about it, much to your utter frustration. The group all gathered around to view the animal Charlie now held in his hand, all taking turns viewing the small reptile. You were fuming, now sunken down in your chair with your arms folded.
âYeah, I wonder where he came from, too,â Charlie articulated louder than before, peering over his shoulder at you with a knowing look.
That cocky smile of his made you stand up so hard that your chair fell backwards. You snatched your book off the desk and started to walk out, not bothering to say anything other than, âIâm going to study in my room.â
âOkay,â Rachel squeaked as she and Meeksâ eyes followed you out the door.
Charlie couldnât stop the laughter that nearly doubled him over as he witnessed you pretty much barrel through the door on your way out. You ignored him, walking briskly to your locker to grab another book, accidentally bumping into a few people on your way. Once you stopped in front of your locker door, a puzzled look replaced your once furious one. The combination lock on your locker had completely disappeared, initially making you think someone had stolen something out of it.
In a panic, you threw open the door to see what might be missing, but rather than finding an empty space, you found the exact opposite. The second you tore it open, an absolute mountain of paper came toppling out like a waterfall, making you shriek as they pooled all around your feet. You stood staring at the ground for a moment, desperately trying to process what just occurred. Thatâs when you heard footsteps approaching to your right. You didnât even have to look to know who it was.
Charlie was stifling laughter as he closed in on you. Then he dug around in his front pocket for a moment before pulling out your missing lock and holding it towards you. âFigure youâd want this back,â he offered between chuckles.
âYou put these here?â It came out as a statement rather than a question.
âYeah, kinda like you put a lizard in my shirt. Funny coincidence. Mine was funnier, but I guess weâre even now, eh?â
You studied the inside of your locker for a second more before slamming it shut as hard as you could and pivoting on your heel to face him. His expression faltered a bit when he saw the rage evident in your features.
âBabe, hold on, it was just a jo-â
âHow did you get my lock off of there?!â You roared, kicking papers away as you shoved your manicured finger right in his face.
Charlie smirked. âThe same way I knew it was you who got that lizard in my blazer, Iâm just smart, is all.â He didnât seem too fazed, which angered you even further. âThat was pretty corny, by the way. You should know that we men arenât afraid of our own shadows like you ladies are.â
You thought your head was about to spin around.
âAfraid of our own shadows?! Are you aware that it was a girl who got the lizard in the first place, you hoity, lame, stupid, conceited-â
âChildren!â An adultâs voice boomed from down the hall, making you both whip your heads in that direction.
âShit,â You and Charlie whispered in unison.
âWhat on earth is going on here?! Whatâs all of this mess for?!â Mrs. Newman screeched as she advanced toward you, her brow carved into a deep, wrinkled frown.
You quickly began straightening your outfit, scanning your brain for an excuse to the papers.
âWell, Maâam, I, uh- Um, Mr. Dalton here had accidentally bumped into me, and I dropped a bunch of papers on the ground,â You rushed out, flashing her an innocent smile as you flattened your skirt.
She gave you a skeptical look up and down, then turned her attention to Charlie. âIs that so? Then whatâs with all the noise?â
Charlie coughed into the crook of his elbow before he spoke, giving himself a moment to think.
âWere we being loud? Iâm so sorry, Mrs. Newman; weâll keep our voices down. Wonât happen again, I promise.â
After contemplating it for a minute, she finally let the two of you off the hook, scolding you not to let it happen again and instructing Charlie to help you clean up. Once she was out of sight, the boy grinned at you, kneeling down to help you sort through the sheets of paper littering the floor. âYou lied for me, babe?â
You could hear the satisfaction in his voice. âDonât flatter yourself. I knew if I told on you, then youâd probably narc me out too.â
He paused for a second, then laughed under his breath. âYou hardly look at me when we talk like this. Do I make you that nervous, babe?â
As soon as the words left his mouth, you reached over and kicked the foot he was balancing his weight on, effectively toppling him over. Charlie was quick to catch himself, though, cackling like it was the funniest thing heâd ever seen happen.
You stood to your full height, intending to leave him on the ground to fend for himself. âI told you to stop calling me that!â
âHold on!â He cried rather dramatically, grabbing you by the hand while on his knees in front of you. âIâm sorry. How could I have ever upset the most amazing girl at Welton? A beautiful flame that Iâve tried to snuff out. Could you ever forgive me?â
It was almost weirdly poetic, but still very sarcastic.
Your expression couldnât have been less amused than it was in that moment, but it quickly twisted into one of shock and horror as the boy leaned forward and planted a curt kiss on your knuckles, still staring up at you with a look that feigned remorse. Those auburn eyes froze you in place for just a moment before you finally snapped out of it, tearing your hand away. The recoil of your action caused you to stumble back a step, which Charlie was thoroughly entertained by, of course.
You shook your head. âUgh! Can you just stop messing with me, Dalton?! Thereâs a hundred other girls here; try one of them.â
As much as you hated it, Charlie was right about one thing: You did have a difficult time meeting his gaze. Something about those eyes just made it frustratingly difficult for you to string the right words together. So instead, you scooped up your books and trudged back to your dorm, leaving him surrounded by mounds of paper that still needed to be dealt with.
It seemed that the more irate you became, the more Charlie couldnât help but laugh. Whatever the reason was, you were not amused in the slightest. You were really about to snap, and dumb little pranks werenât going to alleviate your feelings. As the day crawled to an end, you took a shower, ate a snack, and eventually decided on going to Maddieâs house for the weekend. You figured it would do you some good to hang out and relax rather than staying at school, and it wasnât as though your parents cared anyway.
Madison lived close by, and her parents would always come pick her up if she wanted. They were happy to have you since they got along well with your family, so it worked out perfect anytime you needed to get away. By the time you got there and caught up with her family for a bit, it had grown dark outside. She was quiet for a while as she put her things away and meandered around aimlessly, obviously stalling for something she wanted to say.
âSo,â she finally said, drawing out the âoâ at the end. Your eyes flickered up from your book to see Maddie fighting a smile, her hip cocked with one hand placed on top of it. âI heard about your locker.â
Your jaw clenched. âMaddie, let me stop you right there. I do not want to talk about it. I do not want to think about it. And it was hardly a joke at all; it was just stupid. I had no idea heâd actually pull something so dumb.â
She let out a breathy laugh and picked up a book of her own, beginning to immerse herself in its contents after plopping onto her bed. âRight, so stupid. It's almost as stupid as putting a lizard in someoneâs clothes.â
Your nails nearly tore the page you were pretending to read. âI asked you to drop it. I do not want to talk about that man child anymore this weekend.â
âActually, you didnât ask,â She hummed. âAnd itâs funny, since heâs all youâve wanted to talk about for the past week.â
âIs not!â You wailed, dropping your book on the desk to look at her.
Maddie blinked at you owlishly, though she was plenty used to your antics by now. â(Y/n), I know how much you adore drama, but donât you think youâre being a touch dramatic here? He probably just likes you.â
âWell, he has a horrible way of showing it.â
âHeâs a teenage boy, (Y/n).â
âI donât care. You all are gonna make me take up smoking.â
She pursed her lips, observing you for a moment. âAre you sure you donât think heâs kind of cute..?â
You heard the skepticism in her voice. â... Absolutely not.â
She didnât acknowledge the fact that you hesitated for a split second, she just smiled and went back to reading. âWhatever you say, princess. Iâd say you match each otherâs egotism.â She paused for a second. âI was going to tell you something else, but now I forgot what it was.â
âMm. Thatâs a shame; I wouldâve really been interested to hear more of what you had to say,â You drawled, sarcasm dripping from your words.
She grinned. âShut up, you-⌠Hold on, do you hear that?â
You glanced around. âWhat? Itâs quiet.â
Maddie lived in a pretty wealthy neighborhood so everyone, including her parents, had turned in by half an hour ago. It stayed generally pretty mundane.
âListen,â She said, walking to her window and moving the curtains. Both of you stilled as you strained to hear something, and sure enough, the sound of distant music met your ear.
âIs someone throwing a party?â You asked.
âMust be that girl across the street. I bet her parents are out for the weekend.â
âHm. And where does she go again?â
Maddie shrugged. âOne of the public high schools nearby, I suppose.â
âWhatever,â You sighed, standing up. âI guess Iâm going to head over to the guest room and get some sleep.â
Maddie nodded. âAlright. Let me know if you need anything. Iâll be next door.â
âThanks, Mads.â
Surprisingly, it didnât take much for you to doze off once youâd gotten comfortable. Perhaps you were exhausting yourself worrying about nonsense. The unfortunate part was that you didnât stay asleep for very long. About three hours went by before Maddie was shaking you awake again.
âUgh,â You groaned in annoyance, shifting as your stirred awake. âWhaâat, Maddie? My beauty sleep-â
âDonât you hear that? I havenât been able to sleep forever!â She interjected.
Your eyes fluttered open as you listened. Thatâs when you finally processed how excessively loud the party music was playing from outside. Maddie was hardly visible in the darkness, but you could still make out the aggravated expression etched on her features.
Now you were pissed.
The absolute last thing you wanted to deal with was being woken up out of your sleep by some inconsiderate bunch of teenagers with nothing productive to do in their spare time.
âIâm surprised no one in the neighborhood has called the police on those kids or something,â She grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. âI guess none of them are as close to her house as we are.â
You kicked your legs over the side of the bed, weaving past the young girl and practically growling as you went digging around for some shoes.
âWhat are you doing?â Maddie quizzed, watching as you tugged some slippers onto your feet and started towards the door.
âIâm going to make sure they quiet down. Come on.â
She was quick to follow after that, not uttering a word as you padded down the stairs and out the front door. You were careful not to alert her parents of your exit, even though you knew they slept through everything anyway. Maddie almost had to jog to keep up with your pace.
As you made your way across the street, it became even more glaringly obvious where all the noise was coming from. The neighborâs backyard was practically lit up like a rock concert. You didnât even bother with the front door at that point and instead looped your way around the back of the house, straight for the source. You could hear Maddie faltering behind you.
â(Y/n), wait, if there are boys here, we canât be in nightgowns! What are you even going to say? What if-!â
âListen, I know youâre a ridiculously light sleeper, and this noise is just stupid, so Iâm fixing it right now. Either follow me or donât,â You snapped, not bothering to look in her direction.
She didnât reply, but never stopped following you. You were on a war path, but the instant you rounded the corner, you came to a screeching halt, causing Maddie to smack into your backside.
âOuch!â She yelped, stepping backward. âWhy did youâŚâ Maddie trailed off as she caught sight of what you were staring atâthe very thing that had caused you to stop in your tracks.
âNo. Way.â
Just as you suspected, there was a crowd of high school kids everywhere, some drinking, some smoking, and others dangling their feet in the large pool. You didnât recognize any of themânone of them except two teenage boys standing by a large table of refreshments. One of them you knew as Knox Overstreet, and the other was Charlie Dalton himself, right there in the flesh, sipping on a cup of God-knows-what with his arm slung around a young brunette girlâs shoulders. They were preoccupied laughing at something Charlie had said, completely oblivious to your presence.
God, he looked just as arrogant as ever with that horrible smug look slapped across his face. To you, it looked like he thought he was getting somewhere with that girl.
You were initially shocked to see them both, but quickly shaped up when you remembered why you were standing there in the first place.
âThatâs Mary, the girl that lives here. Is she with Charlie?â Maddie asked.
âOver my dead fucking body,â You mumbled, marching right towards where they stood. It only took a second for them to notice you approaching. The girl, Mary, seemed only bewildered by your clothing choice, while the two boys looked like they had suddenly seen a ghost.
You got about six feet away before stopping and jamming a finger in their direction. âI apologize, but this music is-!â
âWhat?â Mary yelled over the music. You could tell by her body language that she really wasnât all that interested in what you had to say regardless. Like you were the one being a nuisance, not the other way around.
You gritted your teeth, glaring down at one of the radios that blasted on the table beside you. You all but ripped the knob off that damn machine trying to turn it off. At that point, nearly everyone had turned to look at the commotion youâd caused, but you truly couldnât have cared less. The perplexed expression had melted off Charlieâs face, now seeming more impressed than anything. But what he was impressed by, you werenât quite sure.
âI said,â You snarled, practically boring holes into the girlâs head. âIâm sorry, but music is over the top. Iâm at my friendâs house across the street, and itâs clear as day through the walls. Itâs late. We and everybody else in the neighborhood are really trying to sleep, and youâre being a bit inconsiderate with this. There is zero reason for it to be that loud all night.â
Your head snapped to Charlie when you heard his laugh, and it was all you could do not to tackle him, then it went back to the girl.
âOr maybe,â Mary said slowly, âYou should try putting some clothes on before you decide to come stomp on everyoneâs fun. I mean, seriously, are you a prostitute or something?â Her words were slurring together. Then she took a final swig from a glass bottle she held before tossing it in your direction.
You stepped back quickly, listening to her giggle as the bottle rolled along the grass and bounced off your foot. Charlie chose to step away from her at that point. Taunting âOooâsâ came from the crowd of people, who were now fully engrossed as they moved closer to watch the show. You stood there stunned for a moment, in disbelief that someone had actually thrown a glass object at you. Sure, you could be catty sometimes, but youâd never done anything like that to a stranger.
â(Y/n)..?â Came Maddieâs meek voice. You could hear her take a few steps in your direction.
You ignored her and instead looked up at Mary again with a calm smile.
âHey, alright, look, you canât-â Charlie began to tell her, but you stopped him politely.
Her smugness seemed to diminish at your mellow reaction, which was quite the opposite of what everyone thought. She had clearly anticipated on you being angry.
But you were angry. You were literally shaking with anger. However, you opted not to express it right away. You werenât going to give her the pleasure of seeing you scream or cry over her actions.
Still sporting your gentle expression, you sauntered around to the back of the refreshment table and stood there for a moment, all while maintaining eye contact with the young girl.
Mary furrowed her brows, almost ready to laugh at whatever you were doing, but just as she did, you reached out in a quick motion, and flipped the table completely over onto its side, emphasized by a deep âthudâ as it hit the ground.
Food went cascading in various directions, the radio rolled several times, and the punch bowlâs contents shot out so far that it covered almost all three of their shoes, causing Mary to shriek and jump backwards. You could tell she had some nice shoes on, too. Well, they were nice.
âOops,â You sang, âMy mistake.â
You could tell she was furious, but thankfully for her, she didnât move to approach you.
âWhat in the hell is wrong with you?!â She screeched, face now glowing with anger.
âWhatâs wrong with me? Itâs you, bitch. Youâre whatâs wrong.â
Noises of surprise and astonishment came from the other teenagers, some egging you on and others commenting on how unladylike you were. You didnât care; you were ready to shove her in the pool if she tried something else. However, Maddie was there to snatch your hand and start tugging you in the opposite direction.
â(Y/n), letâs go,â She demanded.
You pulled your arm back, knocking her aside as you left all the laughter and commotion behind you. She was about to take out, but Charlie stopped her.
âHey, head on home, Iâll handle it.â
Maddie sneered at him. âAre you kidding me? You? You think youâre going to help?â
âIâve got it, I promise. Sheâll be back at yours afterward,â He assured.
She sighed, and begrudgingly allowed him to go after you. It didnât take him long to catch up, but he was confused to find you walking down the road rather than back toward Maddieâs house. You knew from the weight of the footsteps that it wasnât Maddie behind you, but that didnât concern you in the slightest. You were too busy fighting tears that threatened to swell in your eyes, the adrenaline making your emotions run rampant. You just wanted to walk and cool your head a little bit, and you were deaf to anything else going on around you.
â(Y/n)! Shit, I didnât know you had that kind of fire, babe!â Charlie hollered, but when you didnât stop or even slow down after a few more steps, he took the liberty of grabbing you by the shoulders and spinning you around to face him.
â(Y/N)! Where are you-â
âWhat?!â You yelled, not bothering to fight him as he held you. He let go when he saw the way you were looking at him, then opened his mouth to say something, but you immediately cut him off.
âWhat do you want with me? What did I even do to you?â
âWhat? Iâm pretty sure you started this whole thing, not me. Besides, where are you even going?â Charlie laughed.
You glared. âDoes it really matter? And what the hell is so funny? What are you so amused with all the goddamn time?!â
âYou,â He stated dryly, shoving his hands in his pockets.
âMe?â You quizzed. âIâm is amusing? Is that why you embarrassed me in front of my friends the first day we met?â
He pulled back. âI wasnât trying to embarrass you, I was trying to get your attention.â
âWell, congratulations, youâve got it!â You ridiculed. âWhat are you even doing here? Did you sneak out with Knox to go to that stupid party? And who was that girl hanging all over you like that? Sheâs awful.â
A broad, playful smirk stretched across the boyâs cheeks. âWhy do you care who she was?â
You straightened, placing a hand on your chest. âI donât. I just donât see why you have to throw yourself on every girl like that; itâs gross.â
He stepped forward with that ever-teasing look on his face. âOh, but it was okay when you were rubbing Meeksâ shoulder at school?â
âI wasnât ârubbingâ his shoulder!â
âYeah, and I donât actually âthrow myselfâ at women, either,â He shrugged. âI only talk a big game. I make jokes, itâs what I do.â
You tried to fight it, but it was useless. He just looked so attractive under the warm street lights, the wind making his hair all ruffled and messy. Your resentment diminished at the sight, and instead was replaced with a pang of jealousy. The reality was that you wanted Charlieâs arm around you instead. You needed it to be you, and not Mary or anybody else. The facade had finally lost its luster. Realization was now staring in the face: you had feelings for Charlie Dalton.
âYeah, right, Dalton. Thatâs what Iâd say too,â You uttered, demeanor now flat.
âItâs part of my charm,â He affirmed.
âOf courseâŚâ
Charlie was so easy to admire that it made you loath him for it. A thick silence hung between you both for a second.
âI wasnât trying to make you that angry, for the record. I was just teasing. Youâre absolutely gorgeous, and everyone at school wants your attention, so I was trying to make sure I kept it to myself for more than two seconds,â He mused, scuffing his shoe on the pavement. âAlthough you are pretty hot when youâre mad, so Iâll admit it was a little fun.â
Chills ran down your arms, eyes drifting to the ground bashfully. âYouâre crazy, Charles Dalton.â
âHm. Then I guess we have a lot in common,â He retorted.
âReally? You canât be serious for two seconds?â
âYou canât loosen up for two seconds!â
You wheeled around, ready to walk away from the conversation and let your crush die with it, but Charlie grabbed you again. This time he wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you dangerously close, using his other hand to firmly grasp your chin so youâd have to look at him.
You were about to reprimand him, tell him to unhand you and to go back to that other girl, but before you knew what was happening, heâd already leaned in and smushed his lips right up against yours.
A bolt of electricity ran through your body upon contact, and the words that died on your lips came out as a small moan of surprise. He was kissing you. You couldnât believe it, Charlie was actually kissing you. A real kiss. The sharp scent of cologne and cigarettes invaded your nose, overwhelming your senses. It took a moment for your brain to process the situation, but when it did, you relaxed against him, instinctively letting your eyes close and snaking your arms around his neck. You felt him smile against you as you pulled him flush to your body. It was sweet, meaningful. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, making you slightly lightheaded.
Oh, you were so screwed.
You had no foggy idea what came over you, but you didnât have to think twice about it. You began running your fingers through his chocolate locs of hair, nails grazing his scalp ever so slightly in a way that had him sighing against you. He ran his hand to the back of your neck began moving his lips feverishly with your own. You could taste whatever fruity substance heâd been sipping on earlier, but it was heaven. The way he kissed you caused your tongues to brush together a few times, and your stomach flipped each time it happened.
All the built-up tension youâd acquired over the past week was completely released in those few moments as his hands moved up and down your torso. You were fully content to stay like that for the rest of the night, but of course, it was over all too soon.
âHey, Dalton! Why can't we leave you alone for five minutes, man?â Knoxâs voice made you jump away from Charlie, ears warm from being caught.
You werenât exactly being discreet about it by making out in the middle of the street, but you were still surprised and suddenly much more aware of the fact that you were in nothing but a nightgown.
âHey, Carpe Diem, man!â Charlie called back to him from down the street, sporting a grin that was probably less than trustworthy.
He continued when all he got was silence in return, âHold on a second; Iâll be right there, I swear!â
Knox rolled his eyes, turning back toward the house. âMake it quick; weâve gotta get back before someone misses us!â
Charlie gave his friend a thumbs up, then turned back just as you shivered from a gust of cool night air. Without missing a beat, he peeled off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, shooting you a goofy smile.
You pulled it around you while shaking your head, then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and watched as youthful excitement erupted on his face.
âSo you were staring at me that day.â
âMmm, letâs not push it, Dalton. Youâve been having way too much fun this week,â You warned, stifling a smile.
âNeil owes me a dollar.â
Eyeing the wet grass for a moment, you thought carefully about what you wanted to say next, but it proved difficult to come back down from the high that kiss had put you on.
âYou know⌠I really am sorry about everything that happened,â You said ashamedly.
Charlieâs silence urged you to continue.
âYou⌠I like you, truthfully. And Iâve never really been interested in a boy like this before. When you called me out that day in the library, it sort of hurt my pride a little bit for everyone to see how flustered I got.â Your breathing trembled. "And⌠I don't know, I guess I just panicked when I realized I couldnât be cool in front of you."
It felt foreign to open up like that. Showing soft emotions was just not your forte. You were always taught to suck it up and keep going; you were to cry about things in private and smile like a lady in public. But fortunately, Charlie didnât care about that, and he listened to you ramble with perfect patience. You couldnât tell if you wanted to cry or throw up at that point, but you were glad you got it out.
âThatâs what all this was about?â
You nodded.
â(Y/n)⌠You need to stop worrying so much about what everyone else thinks. I was sure you just hated me by this point.â
âCharlie, I canât help it. Iâve worked hard all my life trying to impress everyone,â You defended, feeling a twinge of sadness as you thought back to your parents.
âWell, whether you believe me or not, I would never want you to feel like you had to earn my acceptance. Never.â He gave you a sympathetic look. âAnd please trust me when I tell you itâs not worth trying to be whatever your family expects you to be. Youâre better than whatever they have in their head for you.â
You nodded, and he smiled. A genuine smile, not that patronizing smirk.
âI couldâve approached you so much better than I did, and it was immature to keep antagonizing you like that. Iâm sorry, (Y/n).â
You shook your head. âNo, I shouldâve controlled my temper. You and that poor lizard didnât deserve it either. And now I need to go apologize to Maddie for the feud her family is going to have with the neighbors for the rest of their life.â
He grimaced. âEh, they sort of had it coming, if you ask me. I shouldâve known you could handle yourself just fine.â
âDonât encourage me,â You hummed in amusement, watching the trees sway in the breeze.
âMan. Nobody gets the last word with you, do they?â He said through chuckles. âHonestly⌠What you did was pretty funny. And you were right; the music was obnoxious. It was giving me a headache. Also, let it be known that none of this was my idea, by the way; Knox dragged me here.â
You smiled back at him half-heartedly. âYeah, Iâm never going to hear the end of it⌠Not that I necessarily deserve mercy.â
âWell, regardless of how it started out, I hope it can continue.â Charlie took your hand, kissing your knuckles just as heâd done before, mumbling against your skin, âIf I had known all it took to get on your good side was to stick my tongue in your mouth, I wouldâve done it a while ago.â
You took your hand away and whacked his shoulder gently. âShut it.â
You didnât have to look at him to know he was grinning from ear to ear.
âIâll see you Monday! And Iâll have to properly introduce you to my friends,â He joked, walking backward toward the direction Knox had disappeared in. âThey all think youâre pretty, but theyâre also scared of you, so you have to sit by me.â
âWait! Do you want your coat back?â
âNah, Iâll get it Monday, and Iâll get you your lock back, too,â He laughed. âAnd next time weâll have to do this at my place, babe!â
You rolled your eyes. âOnly if you wear the nightgown next time, Charles.â
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