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sandontshengshou · 13 minutes ago

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Let me scream into the void about this.

1. “The patient does not need to be informed about who is donating the organ” does not apply because he thought he was getting a MAGIC NEW ONE.

2. Donor privacy applies to hospitals, not two mad geniuses illegally and non-consensually performing a never-done-before experimental operation on an oblivious patient. If we’re being particular about the legality and ethics of surgery, let’s get into that, holy shit.

3. Jiang Cheng being suicidal or mentally unstable doesn’t give anyone the right to do anything.

4. “Wen Qing is a brilliant doctor and she should have the right to save her patient using means she deems necessary” huh? Okay not to play this card but I’m a medical student and this is bullshit. I have literally had classes where doctors explained to me that it is the right of the patient to know exactly what is being done to their bodies unless they are unconscious or near death (which JC was NOT). Normally, I would have dismissed the ethical violation that wen qing committed because I am a hardcore wq Stan but since OP wants to get into ethics let’s fucking go ig

5. “Wei Wuxian didn’t say any about it because he knew JC’s inferiority complex would get worse and he’d flip his shit” okay??? This makes the fact that they operated on him without consent better how?? (Btw it says in the books that JC wouldn’t be able to face the GUILT of taking wwx’s, not because he’d get bitter about the credit going to wwx)

6. “The truth is we don’t know how much JC was told about the operation” idk how much was left out but we DO know that he was lied to. It’s clear as day, please pick up the book again.

7. “Jiang Cheng didn’t even ask any questions about it” because he trusted wwx’s plan? Because he really, desperately was hoping to get his core back? Because getting his core back was nothing short of a miracle? The idea of transferring cores was unheard of in the cultivation world, and he had already been given a clear answer as to where it’s coming from. Was he supposed to magically figure out that his core came from wwx? Bro what 😭😭😭 and btw he WAS suspicious and he DID ask wwx about it. And then wwx lied again so that jc would just accept it and take the core!

8. Calling Jiang Cheng emotional is crazy when Wei Wuxian begged Wen Qing to perform- again- a never before performed surgery that had a 50% chance of failing because he couldn’t bear to see Jiang Cheng suffer any longer. If that’s not action driven by emotion idk what is. That was the tragedy of it all! Also, Wen Qing, the doctor who isn’t supposed to be swayed by emotions according to the oh so important medical ethics, only did the surgery as a favour to Wwx and out of guilt or gratitude, not out of benevolence (though I’m sure that a large part of it was because she wanted to help).

I could go on forever but that post has already been torn to shreds. I’m still so confused about it though lol

Fuck, I'm here again. Goddammit. I've been doing well. I've been keeping Jiang Cheng off my mind (and my computer screen). Things have been peaceful.

And then today happened.

Again, a fic. Again, not naming names, both because that's rude and also because this issue is hardly specific to one fic alone. I've seen it many times.

But I've been pacing for half an hour, too agitated to keep reading, so I'm just gonna get this off my chest, and then skim through the fic 'til it stops talking about it.

I need to talk about the golden core reveal.

Specifically, I need to talk about an attitude I've seen cropping up recently in a lot of fics. (By recently, I don't mean it's only recent fics that do it, just that I've only noticed it recently.)

So it'll be a fic, usually canon divergent, but prior to the golden core reveal. Wen Ning or Wen Qing will often be involved (though I can think of a few times it was Lan Wangji). And the character, who knows the truth about the golden core transfer, will urge Wei Wuxian to tell Jiang Cheng.

They'll say "you have to tell him". They'll say "he'll find out eventually". They'll say "he deserves to know".

And... the fic will support this.

Will frame Wei Wuxian as irrational, paranoid even, to keep it secret.

Will sometimes even punish him, narratively, for his "failure" to disclose such a thing.

And I am... completely baffled.

Where the fuck is this coming from?

I suppose, if I'm being generous, I can kind of see why an individual sympathising with Jiang Cheng might have a knee-jerk reaction to this. If you see them as being essentially family, the idea that a family member that you love deeply, keeping what amounts to both a huge sacrifice and a massive disability from you would be extremely painful. You might feel hurt, that they didn't tell you. Angry, at the implied lack of trust.

I get it, as an emotional response you might have in the moment. I don't find it particularly relatable, but I can follow the thought process.

But like... that's an emotional response. Surely, at some point, logic has to kick in, right?

Because the thing is. Okay, there's two aspects to the secret, right? One, is that a medical procedure was done to Jiang Cheng, sort of like an organ transplant, I suppose, but he wasn't told that the organ was donated by Wei Wuxian. And the other is that Wei Wuxian made this huge sacrifice for Jiang Cheng, and didn't tell him.

But thinking about this for even five minutes should tell you that... neither of those things are actually Wei Wuxian's responsibility to deal with?

The first one is the by far the more common argument I've seen. I've read fics where Wen Ning and Wen Qing are tortured with guilt over having performed the procedure without telling Jiang Cheng all the details. I've even seen people have them blame Wei Wuxian, for demanding they keep it secret, had them secretly resent him for it. He's portrayed as deeply selfish, for keeping the truth of Jiang Cheng's operation from him.

But the thing is... if you're going to apply modern medical ethics to the situation... Wei Wuxian was in the right? They all were?

Under modern medical ethics, you have no right to know the identity of your organ donor. That can feel a little weird (it's probably why people often have a knee-jerk reaction that demands the opposite); after all, it's my body, shouldn't I have a right to know where the organ that goes in it comes from? What if it has cooties?

But according to medical ethics, the donor's right to medical privacy is more protected that the recipient's right to that information. Right to medical privacy is pretty highly valued; it kind of ties into body autonomy, which is kind of the keystone of... most modern ethics. You have a right to control what happens to your body, and that includes controlling whether or not people know about any medical conditions/procedures. So you might have an emotional response, thinking Jiang Cheng is valid for being upset that his golden core came from Wei Wuxian without him knowing, but... ethically, Wei Wuxian has the right to withhold that information.

But! some scarecrow says, If a person has the right to control what procedures happen to their body, surely that means Jiang Cheng has a right to control what happens to his own body! Therefore, the procedure was still unethical, because he didn't know everything!

And I say, well... not really. The reality is, we don't actually know how much Jiang Cheng was told. He was told to walk up a mountain, lie to the person he encountered about his identity, and ask for a golden core. And he left that mountain with said golden core... but we don't know how much Wen Qing told him when he reached the top. We know he believed Wen Qing was the Baoshan Sanren. We know he received a fully developed core, not just the ability to form a new one. Was he told that the core was from someone else? Were there signs of the transfer? Did he know the chance of success/failure? Did he not find any of the situation dubious?

(Did he really spend two and a half years fighting a war alongside, and then running a sect for a year with, someone and not realise they didn't use orthodox cultivation even once?)

The truth is, a doctor is required to inform a patient of risks, and answer any questions they ask. Wen Qing may well have disclosed the risk (if there was any to Jiang Cheng, other than potentially the transfer failing) prior to the surgery, we just don't know. We don't have any evidence that Jiang Cheng asked any questions, and from what we see in the novel, it seems likely that he simply didn't want to know. He got a core, his life was somewhat back on track; we never see any evidence of curiosity or confusion in him as to the specifics of how that happened.

The only lie we are sure that he was told was the identity of the person who he met on the mountain, who "gave" him the core. I could be petty and point out that as he was also lying about his identity, it kind of cancels out, but that would be a bit ridiculous, and unnecessary besides. The truth is, ethically, Wen Qing could have knocked him out and performed the surgery from the comfort of her own office. Because one of, if not the main reason you can ethically violate someone's body autonomy... is to save a life. And Jiang Cheng, after losing first his family and sect, and then his golden core, displayed clear suicidal ideation. He indicated, repeatedly, that he wanted to die. He refused food. Wei Wuxian even doubled checked, before giving him hope of getting a new core, that he was serious! (Rereading that scene is horrible; Wei Wuxian's dread, and eventual resignation/resolve becomes very apparent once you know what's happening).

The characters around him, including a trained doctor, believed that if he didn't get a new core, he would give up and die. Under those circumstances, a doctor has authority to make medical decisions, without a patients consent, if they believe it is a medical emergency. Wen Qing was an unquestionably brilliant doctor; if she believed doing the surgery was the right/necessary decision, who the hell are we to dispute her?

So, to be clear, under modern medical ethics (which seems to be what is being applied in these claims), Wen Qing has the right to do whatever surgery she feels necessary to save the life of her patient, no consent needed, and Wei Wuxian has the right to keep his identity as the donor a secret, since that's his own private medical history. Modern medical ethics (a bit ridiculous, when talking about magic powers, but I've seen the argument) supports our protagonist.

Now, onto the other thing. This is a lot less... ethics discussion and a lot more feels-bad-so-wrong type thing. Wei Wuxian kept the loss of his golden core a secret.

Jiang Cheng being upset by this is understandable. Like I said, I can follow the emotion/logic. Someone keeping a big secret from you can be hurtful.

But just because it's hurtful to you, doesn't mean they're in the wrong to do it!

If someone I cared about kept a massive secret from me, and I found out, I'd be upset! But my first thought would be 'Why did they feel they couldn't tell me?' And the answer here is obvious; Wei Wuxian didn't think he could tell Jiang Cheng because he knew he'd be horrible about it! Wei Wuxian admits, after the reveal, that the process of losing his core was distressing, and that he wasn't as okay with it as he pretended to be. If something like that happens to you (not... that it can, but, you know, equivalent), and you're struggling to hold it together, the last thing you want is someone you care about yelling at you about it, insulting you, making you feel bad for what happened!

Wei Wuxian didn't tell Jiang Cheng because he knew Jiang Cheng would be awful to him because of it. Jiang Cheng's jealousy when they were young was something Wei Wuxian felt he had to manage*, and he knew Jiang Cheng would feel inadequate if he realised his accomplishments were made with Wei Wuxian's core. And he would then lash out at Wei Wuxian for it, at a time when Wei Wuxian was already feeling emotionally fragile. Hell, nearly twenty years later, Jiang Cheng getting up in his face was enough to cause a Qi deviation; I can't imagine it would have been better any sooner!

No one wants to think of the people they love keeping secrets from them. And sometimes, people who keep secrets are doing it for their own sake, because they're scared, or unsure, or guilty, or whatever. But sometimes, when a person keeps a secret, the reason is not internal. If someone acts horribly to you when you tell them things, you're going to stop telling them things. And the person responsible for that gap in communication is them; all you're doing is protecting yourself.

And before anyone thinks that I'm assigning reasoning to Wei Wuxian that he doesn't have; he essentially admits it. After the reveal, Wei Wuxian states that he knew Jiang Cheng would react badly (though he didn't expect it to be quite so bad). Wei Wuxian is shown to have been managing Jiang Cheng's moods since they were young**, it's probably not the first secret he's kept. But that's kind of just... how that works; if a king kills every person who brings him bad news, eventually, all his advisors will only ever bring him good news. And he has no one to blame when his kingdom falls but himself.

SO. tl;dr. Modern medical ethics supports Wen Qing performing the golden core transfer, and Wei Wuxian keeping his identity as the donor a secret. Jiang Cheng can be upset at Wei Wuxian for not telling him that he no longer has a core, but it's not unethical, or selfish, and the nature of their relationship, with Jiang Cheng lashing out with impunity and Wei Wuxian trying to manage his moods, meant that secrets like that were pretty much inevitable. Unhealthy relationships are unhealthy. Truly, newsworthy take.

And one final note, on Wei Wuxian keeping secrets from Jiang Cheng and being portrayed as selfish for doing so; I have yet to see a. single. fic. that says Wei Wuxian keeping his sacrifice secret is wrong, but then goes on hold Jiang Cheng equally accountable for keeping his sacrifice secret. Not. One. Jiang Cheng often tells Wei Wuxian afterwards, that he deliberately got the Wens attention, but he's never framed as selfish for keeping that secret. Not. Once.

* see post-Xuanwu argument, when Wei Wuxian drags himself out of his sick bed, having just woken up from a coma, to reassure Jiang Cheng that he's no threat to his birthright. Because Jiang Cheng was jealous that his father acknowledged Wei Wuxian's skill in surviving, under horrendous circumstances. -_-

** childhood flashback; after arriving in a new place, having a massive change in lifestyle and meeting many new people (and, it seems, trying to make a good impression), Wei Wuxian took the blame for his broken leg, despite it being because Jiang Cheng locked him out of his room and threatened to sic dogs on him. Entirely because he knew one of them would get blamed, and he wanted to keep Jiang Cheng happy. People who grow up with aggressive/abusive family/people around often end up learning to juggle mood changes.

#golden core transfer #mdzs

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princesseilish · 1 day ago

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ROCK BOTTOM

Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: divorce? talks about drug usage, angst

Synopses: Billie put her addiction first, causing her to lose the most important things in her life in the long run

The living room smelled like stale air and broken promises.

Billie sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest, staring blankly at the divorce papers spread across the coffee table. Her eyes were bloodshot, not from the drugs—not this time—but from the hours she’d spent crying, pleading, begging Y/N to reconsider. But the silence stretching between them felt like a final nail in the coffin.

Y/N stood by the doorway, arms crossed tightly over her chest, the same arms that used to hold Billie at night, the same hands that once traced gentle lines down her back. Now, they were cold, distant. Detached.

Billie’s voice cracked as she tried again, even though she knew it was useless. “Please, Y/N. Don’t do this. Don’t take Ro from me.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched, her gaze hardening. “I’m not taking her, Billie. I’m protecting her.”

Billie flinched like she’d been slapped. She knew she deserved that. Deserved worse, probably. But the idea of losing her daughter—their daughter—was a suffocating weight pressing against her chest.

“I’m clean,” Billie whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. “I swear. I haven’t touched anything in—”

“How long?” Y/N shot back, her voice sharp enough to cut through glass. “A week? Two? Until the next time you spiral and we find you passed out on the bathroom floor?”

Billie’s hands curled into fists, nails digging into her palms until it hurt. She wasn’t mad at Y/N. She was mad at herself. Mad at the empty promises, the late nights, the lies. Fuck, she was pathetic.

“I can do better,” she whispered, tears blurring her vision. “Just… don’t take her from me. She’s all I have.”

Y/N’s face softened for a moment, but it wasn’t enough. “We were supposed to be all you had, Billie. But you chose meth. Over me. Over her.”

Billie shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. “No, I didn’t—fuck, Y/N, I didn’t mean to! I was just… I didn’t know how to stop, but I’m trying. I’m trying, okay?”

Y/N let out a hollow laugh, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “You’ve been trying for years. And where has that gotten us?” She gestured around the crumbling apartment, the mess that Billie had made of their lives.

Billie’s chest heaved with sobs. She crawled forward, grabbing at Y/N’s hand, but Y/N pulled back like she’d been burned.

“Don’t do this,” Billie whispered, her voice cracking. “Please. I can’t lose her.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she shook her head, resolute. “You already did, Billie. You just didn’t notice until now.”

Billie collapsed onto the floor, her body wracked with sobs. She was begging now, and it was pathetic, but she didn’t care. She’d do anything—say anything—to keep Rosie in her life.

“I’ll go to rehab,” she choked out. “I’ll get help. I swear to God, Y/N, just… don’t take my baby from me.”

But Y/N was already walking toward the door, her shoulders stiff with the weight of finality. She paused for just a second, her hand on the doorknob.

“I hope you do get better, Billie,” she whispered. “For your sake. But Ro deserves better than this. Better than you.”

And then she was gone.

The door clicked shut, leaving Billie alone in the suffocating silence. She stared at the empty space where Y/N had stood, at the divorce papers still fluttering on the table, and felt the full weight of her downfall.

She was fucking desperate. And it was pathetic.

#princess diary ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚#wlw #billie eilish #billie eilish x fem!reader #billie eilish x reader #hmhas billie eilish #wlw fiction #lesbian #wlw post #fluff #wlw angst #angst

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naridabarbi · 1 day ago

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I'm not usually one for odd pairings or pairing azzi with other people outside of paige or oc but I really liked that azzi and juju pairing. Would you consider another one with those two?

"YOU STILL MAD?"

pairing - juju watkins x azzi fudd

word count - idk tbh

c/w- language, angst if you squint, tension i guess?

a/n - surprisingly everyone approved the first one shot I did of them, I didn't get any backlash, so here I am again, answering another request. I'm still scared to write the smut tho...

Azzi Fudd had been avoiding Juju Watkins all game. Or at least, she’d been trying to. But Juju? Juju was making it impossible.

Every time Azzi tried to cut off a passing lane, Juju was right there, fingers grazing Azzi’s hip like she had every right to touch her. Setting a screen? Juju used it as an excuse to slide a hand around Azzi’s waist, lightly shifting her out of the way.

“Chill out,” Azzi muttered the third time it happened, glaring up at Juju.

Juju smirked, only making Azzi’s irritation grow. “Just playing defense, Mama.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at the nickname. “You’re ridiculous.”

Juju shrugged, completely unbothered. “You love it.”

Azzi did not, in fact, love it. Or at least, she wasn’t supposed to anymore. That was the whole point of a breakup, right?

Yet, when Juju pressed against her on a drive to the basket, their arms tangling together for a second too long, Azzi felt her breath hitch.

She wasn’t the only one affected. She could tell by the way Juju’s fingers flexed against her jersey, the way her jaw clenched just before she backed away.

But Juju was shameless.

“Miss me?” Juju murmured when she lined up next to Azzi for a free throw.

Azzi refused to look at her. “I miss my peace.”

Juju laughed, that deep, warm sound that made something twist in Azzi’s stomach. “Liar.”

Azzi clenched her jaw, forcing herself to focus. But USC was in rhythm, and despite Azzi’s best efforts, they pulled away for the win.

She didn’t even make it to the locker room before she found Juju waiting in the tunnel, leaning casually against the wall like she owned the place.

“You good?” Juju asked, all innocence.

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “No, I’m not good. You were doing the absolute most out there, Watkins.”

Juju grinned. “It’s called basketball, Fudd. Physical game, you know.”

Azzi scoffed, stepping closer, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Grabbing my waist? Running your hand down my arm? That wasn’t basketball, Juju. That was you being a—”

“A what?” Juju stepped forward too, closing the space between them.

Azzi’s breath caught, but she refused to back down. “A manipulator.”

Juju hummed, gaze flickering to Azzi’s lips. “You love that about me, though.”

Azzi opened her mouth to argue, but then Juju’s hand was on her hip again—just like during the game—but this time, there was no one around to stop them.

The tension snapped.

Azzi surged forward at the same time Juju did, their lips colliding in a heated, desperate kiss. It was messy, all the frustration from the game spilling over. Juju’s hands tightened around Azzi’s waist, pulling her flush against her, and Azzi let her, gripping the back of Juju’s jersey to keep her close.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathing hard, Juju smirked. “You still mad?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes but didn’t move away. “So mad.”

Juju grinned, dipping down for another kiss. “Good.”

#juju watkins #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #uconn wbb #azzi fudd #usc wbb #judea watkins #nika muhl smut

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crdteezv · 3 days ago

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The Project - Haechan + Ten

Paring: !popular guy! haechan x ! popular guy! ten x f! reader

Genre: college! au, smut

Synopsis: You're paired with the most popular guys in your school, Ten and Haechan, for a group project. Everyone seems to love them and fall for their charm but you simply couldn’t understand why. But now, you’re entangled between two best friends, caught in their pull…

Warnings: smut. !teasing dom! haechan/ten, they’re both best friends, the reader can be a little shy at times, sub reader, mention/use of alcohol, dirty talk, teasing, praise/ slight degradation, heavy cumplay(you have been warned…) (3some), oral (f. giving), thigh riding, edging, hair pulling, manhelded, light voyeurism, slight dacryphilia, drunk/unprotected sex

Word Count: 10.5k words

A/N: Listen I made this fic to feed into my own delusions because I want them both so bad 😭🙏🏾. It’s the way I never see anyone make a fic of the both of them…

At first, the library was silent, except for the soft rustling of pages and the quiet footsteps of those browsing the shelves. You sat at a wooden table near the back, chin propped on your hand, eyes flicking between the textbook in front of you and the half-empty Word document glowing dimly on your laptop. The project was due next week, and despite your better judgment, you’d somehow end up stuck with the most well-known people in your school: Ten and Haechan.

Everyone at the college loved them—Ten for his effortless charm and quick wit, and Haechan for his playful smirk and endless energy. Together, they were practically irresistible. You, however, weren’t so easily impressed. Sure, they were undeniably attractive—maybe even annoyingly so, but their constant antics were exhausting.

Ten lounged across from you, lazily twirling a pen between his fingers as he skimmed through a stack of notes. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and every so often, he’d push it back with an easy flick of his wrist. Meanwhile, Haechan slouched to your left, half-heartedly typing while humming a pop song under his breath. They were supposed to help with the presentation, but all they did was interrupt and bicker.

��Seriously, can you guys focus?” you snapped, patience wearing thin.

Haechan huffed, crossing his arms. “Tell him to stop acting like he’s some kind of gaming expert.”

Ten scoffed, leaning back. “I can’t help it if I’m just naturally better.”

“You’re not,” Haechan shot back.

“Your aim is trash.”

“And yet, I still clutched that last round,” Ten said smugly. “

That was lag!”

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Oh my god, can you two drop it and actually help? You’re annoying everyone.”

Haechan snickered, leaning back in his chair. “Relax. No one cares. They’re too busy pretending to study while sneaking glances at me and Ten.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe if you spent less time worrying about your stupid little video game, we’d get something done.”

Ten leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, eyes glittering with amusement. “Are you always this uptight, or are you planning hard to get and you secretly love being in our group?”

That was the last straw. “I don’t love anything about this group, except how fast I’m leaving once we’re done.”

Your voice had risen just enough to catch the librarian’s attention. She shot you a sharp glare over her glasses, arms crossed in clear disapproval.

“Enough. Take your noise elsewhere—you’re too loud.”

Before you could protest, she was already ushering you, Haechan, and Ten toward the exit. You muttered apologies, but it was clear you weren’t welcome back anytime soon.

Once outside, you whirled on them. “Great. Where are we supposed to work now?”

Ten and Haechan were laughing, clearly not taking you seriously.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” you snapped.

Haechan tried to collect himself, but his grin gave him away. “Sorry, it’s just… we’ve didn’ never seen you this mad before.”

“Well, maybe that’s because I actually wanted to start this project, and neither of you has even looked at it,” you huffed.

That seemed to guilt them—at least a little. Ten placed a hand on your shoulder, offering a small smile. “Hey, we’re sorry for the dumb arguments. It’s always this guy’s fault for starting them anyway.”

“Hey!” Haechan protested, offended.

You chuckled despite yourself, feeling a bit better. With a sigh, you said, “Come on, let’s just work at my dorm.”

They exchanged glances before nodding.

Ten smirked. “Good idea. At least your dorm won’t have a cranky librarian.”

You all laughed as you headed off together.

Back in your apartment dorm, the air felt heavier, more intimate. The space seemed to amplify the tension, especially knowing you’d be stuck with Ten and Haechan for the next few hours, your sanctuary invaded.

Trying to ignore their amused chatter, you moved through the space, heading to your room to change into something more comfortable—a cropped top and loose shorts. It was nothing unusual, but when you stepped back out, you noticed their eyes lingering.

Haechan’s usual smirk faltered for just a second, his gaze flicking from your bare waist to your thighs before he quickly looked away. Ten, on the other hand, didn’t even try to hide it. His eyes roamed over you with an intensity that sent a prickle down your spine, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Nice outfit,” he said casually, leaning back against the wall. His tone was light, but there was something else in his gaze—something new.

“Yeah,” Haechan added, his voice quieter than usual. “It’s… cute.”

You crossed your arms, ignoring the sudden warmth in your face. “Thanks… now let's focus, we have a lot of work to do.”

But as the evening dragged on, the shift in the air became impossible to ignore. Ten’s gaze lingered a little too long, and Haechan’s teasing remarks carried a different edge. You became hyper-aware of every move, every accidental brush of skin as you worked side by side. And though you’d never admit it, a small part of you didn’t entirely mind.

You start to wonder if you can even handle being in a group with them…

A few days had passed, and the three of you had gradually started working more on the project together. But today, it was just you and Ten. Haechan was stuck at soccer practice so he wasn’t able to make it. You couldn’t ignore the tension between you.

Ten sat across from you at the dining table, his dark eyes scanning his screen, though his focus seemed divided. You could feel his gaze lingering—on your face, your hands, the curve of your neck.

“Something wrong?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you typed away.

“No.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching with an exaggerated sigh. The hem of his hoodie lifted slightly, revealing a sliver of toned skin. “Just thinking about how weird it is without Haechan here. It’s so quiet.”

It was noticeably quieter without Haechan filling every silence with endless chatter.

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you muttered, glancing up at him. “We might actually get something done.”

Ten’s lips curled into a slow, almost dangerous smile. “You don’t like working with him?”

“I don’t like either of you, to be honest. But I don’t have a choice,” you corrected.

His gaze sharpened, watching you intently, and it was starting to unravel something inside you.

“Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“This cranky,” he teased. “Every time we work on this project, you never loosen up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be if I wasn’t the one doing all the work. “You two barely help as it is and never focus when I try to talk to you about it.”

Ten pushed his laptop aside, folding his arms on the table as he leaned in closer, his eyes tracing over your features. “I can fix that,” he murmured. “I’ll start paying more attention.” His gaze flickered downward, lingering just a moment too long.

You shifted in your seat, avoiding his eyes.

“You know, you’re different when we’re alone.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re… more shy,” he said.

His gaze dipped briefly before returning to yours, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And you’re more on edge…maybe even nervous?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He smirked. “Then why can’t you look me in the eye, love?”

The pet name caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless. Before you could respond, his fingers grazed the back of your hand—a fleeting touch, but one that sent a trail of warmth up your arm.

The air between you shifted. The room felt smaller, the distance between you shrinking even though neither of you had moved.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

“I—” you started, but the way he was looking at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth focusing on—made your voice falter. He got up from his seat and made his way over to you and sat beside you.

He then leaned in, closing the space between you. His lips met yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening it. Before you knew it, you were on the couch, straddling his lap.

Ten’s hands found your waist as your fingers tangled in his hair. The soft groan he let out when you shifted against him sent a shiver down your spine. You tested the friction between you, and his fingers tightened their grip, anchoring you in place. His lips left yours, trailing hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“Fuck, Ten… we shouldn’t be doing this. We have so much—”

Your words cut off with a sharp inhale as his hands slid lower, cupping your ass.

A quiet whimper escaped before you could stop it.

“Oh, come on, sweetie,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re just taking a little break, right?”

Typical. He always found a way to get what he wanted.

“Besides… you could use one after working so hard on this project, don’t you think?”

You could only nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. Your hips rolled against him, and his grip on you tightened. He let out a low groan, his control slipping.

“Mhm, since you love grinding on me so much,” he murmured, his voice low, “how about you do that for me on my thigh?”

You blinked, taken aback. “You can’t be serious…”

“Very.” His gaze darkened, sharp, and unwavering.

Hesitantly, you straddled his thigh, your body already aching for more. As you began to move, the friction sent a rush of pleasure through you, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. Ten’s grip on your waist tightened, his breath hitching.

“God, you look so good like this,” he coaxed.

“Shut up—”

He flexed his thigh beneath you, and the sudden pressure made you moan—a sound that caught both of you off guard.

“Aww,” he cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “It’s cute that you think you can talk back to me.” His fingers traced slow circles over your hips. “Besides… you like the attention I’m giving you.”

You finally understood the pull he had on people. He always knew exactly what to say, effortlessly drawing them in, keeping them hanging on his every word. And somehow, you’d fallen right into his hands.

Your movements quickened, the tension in your body coiling tighter. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, barely able to hold yourself together.

“Mhm, are you close, my pretty girl?” he hummed and all you could do was nod.

“Then let go for me.”

With a final roll of your hips, pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling against him. You barely registered the mess you had made, too lost in the lingering high.

“Damn,” Ten chuckled, running a hand through your hair. “You were really pent up, huh?”

Embarrassment flooded through you. You couldn’t even look at him. You had completely fallen into his trap.

“Whatever,” you muttered, scrambling off him. "Can we just clean up now and actually get back to work on this project?"

He laughed and agreed, the teasing glint in his eyes never fading. But as you got up to grab a washcloth, he caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

“Just know this isn’t over,” he murmured, his voice lower, more serious. “We’ll continue this another time.”

You stared at him, startled by the weight of his words—like he meant every single one. Slowly, you nodded, signaling your understanding.

The two of you cleaned up and got back to work, but no matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn’t shake what had just happened. And the worst part? You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

A few days later…

Haechan showed up at your dorm much earlier than expected, that same cocky look on his face as he breezed in, making himself at home. You should’ve been annoyed, but strangely, you weren’t.

"Where’s Ten?" he asked, walking right past you and flopping onto your bed like he actually lives here.

“He’s coming later,” you muttered, trying to ignore how his legs sprawled out, taking up way too much of the bed.

“Guess it’s just us then,” he said, his smirk widening as he propped himself up on his elbows. “You don’t look thrilled.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on the project in front of you, but before you could, Haechan was leaning over your shoulder, his breath brushing your ear as he glanced at your screen.

“So, how was working with Ten last time? I bet you missed me,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You couldn’t help but think back to the last time you’d worked with Ten. The memory of it made heat rise in your chest, and you wondered, just for a moment, if Ten had told Haechan about what had happened between you two.

“Not in the slightest,” you shot back. “I get more work done with him than I ever do with you.”

“So you like him more than me?” Haechan asked, his voice laced with a mock pout.

“Well, I didn’t say all that…” You paused, looking down at your hands. “It’s just quieter when you’re not around. And I will admit, I sometimes kind of miss—actually, never mind.”

You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. He wanted to tease you about whatever you were about to say.

“Don’t stop now, sweetheart. What were you going to say?” His voice turned flirtatious, the kind of tone that made your stomach twist in ways you hated to admit.

You hated when he did this—when he played with you, knowing just how to push your buttons. He loved seeing you become a mess, trying to keep your composure while he unraveled you bit by bit.

“It’s nothing, alright? Now, unlike you, I actually care about passing, so can you please stop teasing me and help me with this work?” you snapped, trying to get back to the project.

But instead of listening, he swiveled your chair to face him, locking eyes with you. His usual playful gaze was now replaced with something deeper, something more intense. He was towering over you as you sat up to look at him, his hands resting firmly on the armrests of your chair as he leaned down, looking at you with an intensity that made you catch your breath.

“Forget about the work for a second and focus on me,” he murmured, with one of his hands slowly creeping down to your thigh. “I want to know what you were going to say.”

Your breath hitched, and your heart raced as his thumb moved in slow circles against your skin. You couldn’t find your words. His touch felt like fire, and it left you frozen.

“I was going to say that I kind of missed you…” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it.

He gave a low, amused chuckle. “Wait, really? I thought you didn’t like me because I always talk your ear off. ”His tone was playful, but there was a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the edge of the chair. “Well, I don’t mind it, to be honest. You kind of help me unwind when you make me laugh. Your jokes really do help, and they make me forget about the project for a bit. Not that Ten isn’t funny... he is, just quieter and mostly keeps to himself, you know?”

Haechan was quiet for a moment, clearly surprised by your confession. He genuinely thought you didn’t like him. But now, hearing you say this, something shifted in his expression. Maybe you’d grown a little soft for him after all.

Haechan’s eyes softened, just for a moment, before the smirk returned, wider and more confident than before. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers lingered on your thigh, the contact sending a jolt of heat through you.

“Didn’t think I had that effect on you,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

You tried to steady your breath, feeling his proximity like a weight pressing against you. Every inch of your body screamed for you to move away, but something in you didn’t want to. Something was pulling you in, and you couldn’t quite understand why.

“I bet you do this to all the girls you mess with,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned your chair back around to focus on the work.

Haechan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear in a way that made it hard to think. “Only the ones I really want,” he replied, his voice low, almost a whisper.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to focus on the work in front of you, but it felt impossible with him so close. The heat from his body, the way his breath ghosted over your skin—it was all too much.

"Why are you doing this?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper as your typed away on your laptop.

His lips curled into that familiar smirk, but now it had a sharper edge. "Because I can," he said simply, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles on your skin. "And because you haven’t told me to stop."

You gasped at his words, but couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. Instead, something inside you shifted, and the line between annoyance and attraction started to come together.

"I-I thought you were here to help me with the project," you said, trying to break the tension with a half-hearted attempt at humor.

"Who says we can’t multitask?" His grin widened as he moved to side of you so he can look down at you and see the bashful look on your face. "Besides, I think we’re doing a pretty good job of it already."

Your pulse quickened, and you realized you weren’t sure where this was headed anymore. The teasing and flirting were growing more intense, more real, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to stop or keep going.

Before you could respond, he lowered his voice again, towering down to the side of your face with his lips dangerously close to your ear. “So, what’s it gonna be? You want me to help with the work... or something else?”

The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation, and you knew there was no turning back now.

Haechan's eyes never left yours, his smirk deepening as he slowly, deliberately, moved closer. His hands found the armrests of your chair, trapping you in place as he loomed over you, his presence all-consuming. Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs as the heat between you both thickened.

“I’m still waiting for an answer,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you, making it impossible to ignore the way he was looking at you—like he had already won.

Your fingers twitched over your laptop keyboard, but your mind was blank. The work in front of you might as well have been in another language for all the attention you could give it. Haechan knew it too. He could see the way your lips parted slightly, the way your body betrayed you, leaning in despite yourself.

He then knelt down for a kiss.

Soft at first, like he was testing the waters, but when you didn’t pull away, he tilted his head and deepened it. His lips moved against yours with slow, intoxicating confidence, his tongue slipping between them, tasting you, claiming you. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled from his chest as he pressed closer, bending down to make up for the height difference while you sat frozen in your chair.

But he didn’t want to keep bending down to reach you.

Without warning, he grabbed your laptop, placed it on the bed, and shoved everything off your desk, letting it scatter carelessly.

He grabbed you, and picked you up as if it was nothing. A small gasp left your lips, but it was swallowed by the intensity of his kiss as he carried you to the desk.

“Hey—” you barely got the protest out before he set you down on the cleared desk, stepping between your thighs and pulling you flush against him.

“You’ll live,” he murmured against your lips, his hands already roaming, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt, gripping your waist like he owned you.

Your hands found his broad shoulders, gripping onto him for stability, but really, you just wanted to feel him, to confirm this was real. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his dark eyes flickering with something dangerous. “You taste even better than I thought,” he admitted, smirking as he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, teasing, testing.

You swallowed hard, your skin burning from his touch, from the way he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close, not wanting him to leave.

“You’re so full of yourself,” you muttered, though your voice lacked any real bite.

“Only because I know what I want.”

He was kissing you again, harder this time, hungrier. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them as he pressed closer, trapping you between his body and the desk.You couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but the way he tasted, the way his fingers gripped your skin and how his tongue moved with yours as if he had all the time in the world.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away, only to take your place in the chair. He sat down, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, settling you on his lap like you belonged there.

“There,” he breathed, looking up at you with hooded eyes, his fingers brushing your hair back before trailing down your spine. “Much better.”

Your heart raced in your chest, your fingers threading through his dark hair as you looked down at him, breathless, caught between disbelief and raw desire. The way he gazed up at you, lips swollen from kissing, hands on your hips, fingers grazing the hem of your shirt—it was clear this wasn’t over.

Haechan’s touch grew bolder, his fingers slipping under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire on your skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing your neck. His hand moved lower, fingertips skimming the waistband of your shorts before slipping inside. Your breath caught as his fingers found your heat, his touch deliberate and teasing.

“Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with desire, his fingers pressing where you needed them most. “Already so wet for me.”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he worked you slowly, his fingers curling, coaxing pleasure from you with each calculated stroke. The way he watched you, reveling in your little reactions. Your hips moved against his hand, chasing the sensation, but he kept you on the edge, never giving you quite enough.

Just as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge, a sharp knock at your front door broke the moment.

Both of you froze. Your breath was ragged, your body trembling as you tried to make sense of reality again. Haechan’s fingers still rested inside you, a silent, frustrated pause between you before the knock came again, louder this time.

“Shit,” you whispered, scrambling to reach for your phone as it buzzed on the desk beside you.

Haechan smirked, watching you with lazy amusement as you answered the call, pressing the phone to your ear while attempting to steady your breathing.

“Hey, I’m here I’ve been knocking on your door for awhile now,” Ten’s voice came through, oblivious to what he had just interrupted. “Are you home? Also, I remember Haechan told me he was going to be there earlier than me. Is he with you right now?”

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t hear Ten knocking on your door for the past five minutes. You swallowed hard, forcing your voice to sound normal, despite the heat still pulsing through your veins. “Uh—yeah! Yes, I’m home and yeah he is here. I’ll be there in a second.”

You ended the call, exhaling sharply, your gaze snapping to Haechan, who hadn’t moved an inch. His smirk deepened, his fingers brushing over your thigh before pulling away completely, leaving you aching, unsatisfied.

“Guess you have to go let him in,” he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You shot him a glare before scrambling off his lap, your legs still shaky as you hurried to fix your clothes. The smug look on his face only made your frustration grow.

The project was finally turned in, freeing the three of you from hours of cramped sessions, awkward tension, and the intense moments that had built up between you and each of them.You thought you could finally breathe—maybe even return to normal. But as you sat in your dorm with Ten and Haechan sprawled lazily on your bed, your mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened.

Since you had all worked so hard on the project, you figured you deserved to celebrate, cracking open a bottle of your favorite alcohol and passing around shot glasses. The familiar burn of liquor settled in your stomach as the three of you took turns, the warmth spreading through your veins.

Haechan, as usual, wore that signature smirk of his, arm draped over the edge of the bed as he teased Ten about something trivial. Ten, leaning back against your headboard with his legs crossed, watched in quiet amusement, his dark eyes flicking between you and Haechan. The dynamic between them was as natural as ever—so why did it feel like you were under a microscope every time Ten’s gaze lingered on you?

“You’re quiet,” he noted, his voice smooth yet concerned. “You’re always like that, but this time it feels… different.”

“I’m fine,” you said, forcing reassurance into your tone. “Just relieved we finally finished the project.”

“You want to get rid of us that quickly, huh?” Haechan teased, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Well, not necessarily… I just—”

“Oh, stop teasing her. You’re making her uncomfortable when you do that,” Ten interjected, rolling his eyes.

“What? It’s a valid question,” Haechan scoffed, sitting up a little. “She even said herself that once the project was over, she was done with us. Hell, I’m surprised she even invited us back to her place.”

You hesitated, his words lingering. He wasn’t entirely wrong. At the beginning, you hadn’t wanted to be grouped with them. But after spending so much time together, you had started to see them differently—especially after everything that had happened between the three of you.

Ten studied you, sharp gaze reading you too well. “Actually… he has a point.” His voice was quieter now, more curious than teasing. “What changed?”

You swallowed, glancing between them. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “Maybe... maybe I just got used to you guys.”

Haechan smirked, leaning in slightly. “Got used to us, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

The air in the room thickened again, that same tension from the past week creeping back in. But this time, there was no project keeping you together—only whatever this was, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be acknowledged.

Haechan’s playful expression never wavered, the alcohol loosening his tongue. “Oh, you got used to us alright—especially with me. Do you remember what happened the other day when it was just us alone?”

Your heart stopped. He was bluffing. He had to be. He wouldn’t—

Ten’s eyebrows lifted, his smirk deepening. “The other day? What happened the other day?”

“Nothing,” you blurted, shooting Haechan a sharp look. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. The alcohol just getting to him.

“Oh, but you know exactly what I’m talking about, love.” Haechan leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he grinned at you placing his hand on his cheek. “And I think Ten might want to know how—”

“Okay!” you cut him off, your voice a bit too loud. “How about we play a game instead of… whatever this is?”

Ten’s gaze flicked between you and Haechan, curiosity piqued, but he let it slide—for now. He reached for his drink, shrugging. “Sure. What game?”

“Truth or dare,” Haechan suggested immediately, his grin looking sinster.

You hesitated, knowing full well this could only end badly. But with both of them watching you expectantly, you nodded. “Fine.”

At first, the game was harmless. Ten dared Haechan to chug his drink; Haechan asked Ten about the weirdest place he’d ever hooked up with someone. But it didn’t take long for the questions to turn more personal, the tension thickening with each round.

Finally, it was Haechan’s turn to ask you. He leaned back, swirling his drink lazily as he fixed you with a look that made your stomach churn. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

His grin widened. “What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try but never had the chance to?”

You hesitated, your mind racing. You could lie and say something safe, but the alcohol buzzing in your veins made your tongue slip. “I’ve…always kind of wanted to try a threesome,” you admitted, your face burning the moment the words left your mouth.

The room went silent.

You didn’t dare look at either of them, but you could feel their stares, the weight of their shock, and something else entirely.

“Wow,” Ten finally said, his voice low and laced with amusement. “Did not see that coming.”

Haechan, on the other hand, laughed outright, his grin practically splitting his face. “Shit, really? A threesome?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Oh no, no, no,” Ten said, his tone teasing. “You can’t drop something like that and then get shy about it. That’s not how this works.”

“Yeah,” Haechan added, shifting closer to you on the bed. “Now we’re curious.”

You peeked through your fingers, gaze darting between them. Ten’s smirk was sharper than ever, and Haechan was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

“What are you guys doing?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” Ten said innocently, though the look in his eyes told a different story. “Just wondering if that’s something you’d want to… explore.”

Your heart pounded. “You’re joking.”

“Does it look like we’re joking?” Haechan asked, his hand coming to rest on your knee. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver up your spine.

“This is crazy,” you said, shaking your head, but neither of them moved away.

“Maybe,” Ten said, leaning in closer. “But you’re not telling us to stop.”

Before you could respond, Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against your thigh. At the same time, Ten’s fingers found your chin, tilting your face toward him. His dark eyes searched yours, waiting for hesitation. When he didn’t find any, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft yet teasing, coaxing you to relax.

Haechan wasn’t as patient. His lips found your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his hand still inching up your thigh.

Ten’s touch slid beneath your shirt, tracing the curve of your waist. “You’re shaking,” he murmured against your lips, voice low, almost cruel. “What’s the matter? Too much for you?”

Haechan chuckled against your skin, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “Bet you’re loving every second of this, though. Aren’t you?”

You couldn’t answer—couldn’t do anything but let out a soft whimper as Ten’s hands slid higher, fingertips grazing your heated skin. Haechan’s lips found your ear, his breath warm and teasing as he whispered darkly,

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

Ten’s lips left yours, but his dark eyes never wavered from your face. A slow smirk played on his lips as he studied you—needy, breathless, already trembling. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice cutting through the thick haze of arousal clouding your mind. “So worked up already, and we’ve barely even touched you.”

Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, his palm searing through the thin fabric of your shorts. He leaned back slightly, gaze raking over your parted lips, the way your chest rose and fell with each uneven breath. “You’re acting so shy,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, “but I can feel how much you want this. You’re practically shaking.”

You opened your mouth to retort, to defend yourself, but the words died in your throat when Ten’s hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin. He started to grope at your chest, making you whimper. The teasing softness of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and Haechan let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the sight of you caught between the two of them.

Haechan chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying how easily you melted between them. “What’s the matter?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Are you scared? Or are you too busy imagining what it’d be like if we really gave you what you wanted?

Your breath hitched, and warmth rushed to your face at the bluntness of his words. “You’re… you’re both ridiculous,” you managed, but the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

Ten tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Oh, we’re ridiculous?” His fingers trailed down to your ribs, causing you to shudder. “Says the one who just admitted they’ve been fantasizing about a threesome.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You’re not very good at hiding how much you want this, you know.”

The warmth in your face spreads down your neck and throughout your whole body. The alcohol was starting to take effect, making you feel hot all over. You instinctively tried to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on your thigh tightened, keeping you locked in place.

“Don’t go running now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “We’re just getting started.”

Ten’s fingers found your chin again, tilting your face toward his. “That’s right,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “You’re going to stay right here and take what we give you, aren’t you?”

Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might die in this moment, and when Ten’s lips captured yours again, you felt like you were going to pass out. This kiss was deeper—hungrier—his tongue teasing yours with a deliberate slowness that drove you insane. You couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped you when Haechan’s hand slid higher, his fingertips teasing the edge of your shorts.

Ten pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Why don’t you show us how much you want this?” he said, his tone equal parts coaxing and commanding. “Go ahead, pick one of us.”

Your eyes widened, darting between the two of them. The weight of their gazes, the smugness of their smirks—it was overwhelming. It sent a hot pulse of anticipation pooling between your thighs. Finally, you reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they pressed against Ten’s chest.

His smirk softened into something darker, more possessive. “Good choice,” he murmured, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was pulling you onto his lap. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle him.

“You’re lucky,” Haechan drawled from behind, his tone rich with amusement as he leaned lazily against the headboard, watching the two of you with a grin.

Ten chuckled, his hands sliding up your sides as he kissed you again. This time, his lips and tongue worked with slow, deliberate precision, savoring the way you melted beneath him. Behind you, Haechan’s presence loomed—his gaze burning into your back as he observed every shift, every sound you made.

“You look good like this,” Haechan murmured after a moment, voice low and teasing. “All desperate and needy. I wonder if you’ll look even better bent over for us.”

The words sent a jolt of heat through you, and Ten must have felt it because he smirked against your lips. “Looks like someone likes the sound of that,” he murmured, fingers tightening around your waist. He shifted beneath you, letting you feel just how much he was enjoying this. “Go on, then. Show us what you can do.”

Your breath hitched, but your body moved before your mind could catch up. You slid off Ten’s lap, hands pressing into the mattress as you bent yourself over for Haechan, heat crawling up your neck as you met Ten’s gaze. His eyes darkened as he looked down at you. When you hesitated, his hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.

“Don’t be shy,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Behind you, Haechan moved closer, his hands sliding over your shoulders as he leaned down to murmur in your ear. “Better make it good,” he said, his voice low and taunting. “We’ve been waiting for this all night.”

The room felt impossibly small, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for Ten, fingers working at his belt. His smirk deepened, and when Haechan’s hands slid down to your waist, pulling you back against him, you realized there was no turning back now.

The soft clink of metal filled the space between you. Ten’s gaze was dark, heavy-lidded with anticipation, watching as you tugged his jeans down just enough to expose the growing bulge straining against his boxers.

“You’re eager,” Ten murmured, his voice low and teasing, watching as your fingers trembled slightly while sliding under the waistband of his boxers. “I like that.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if it was his words, the sheer intensity of the moment, or the way Haechan’s grip tightened around your hips that sent another wave of heat coursing through your body.

“Let me help you with that,” Haechan murmured from behind, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts. You gasped softly as he tugged them down, the cool air against your skin a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.

“Fuck,” Haechan muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with approval as he let his fingers trail over the curve of your bare ass. “You’ve been hiding this from us?”

Ten chuckled above you, his fingers threading into your hair. "Don't distract her, Haechan. She has a job to do."

Haechan smirked, his hands lingering for a moment before shifting to his pants. “Fine. But don’t keep all the fun to yourself.”

You barely had time to process their banter before Ten’s hand guided your head closer, his cock now free and standing tall before you. The sight of it made your stomach twist in nervous excitement, and the weight of his gaze as he looked down at you made your skin tingle.

“Open up,” he said, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, his tone calm but commanding.

You parted your lips hesitantly, and he groaned softly as you took him into your mouth, your tongue running along his length as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you. He was thick, and the stretch was enough to make your jaw ache slightly, but the low, breathy curses he let out encouraged you to keep going.

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair as he guided you into a steady rhythm. “Just like that.”

Behind you, Haechan’s hands gripped your hips firmly, pulling you back until you were bent over in front of him, your knees spread wide. He slid his fingers along your inner thigh, teasingly close but never quite where you needed them most.

“You’re dripping,” he said, his tone dripping with smugness as he slid a finger through your slick folds. You whined softly around Ten’s cock, the vibrations making him groan and tighten his grip on your hair.

“Don’t tease,” Ten muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “You’ll break her before we even get started.”

Haechan laughed softly, but his teasing didn’t last much longer. He started to finger at your cunt at a rough and delibrate pace. You felt yourself squeezed around him and he took notice of that.

"Mhm, you like this, don’t you, baby? Who would’ve thought you could be such a little slut?"

Your core clenched around his fingers at his degrading words.

“Woah, you’re so needy—it reminds me of last time.”

You froze. Just for a second.

Ten was struggling to keep his composure, drowning in the way you were sucking the life out of him, trying to tune out Haechan’s blabbering. But his ears perked up at those words. Last time?

“Wait… what do you mean by that?” Ten’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the heat in the room.

“Oh? She really didn’t tell you?” Haechan chuckled, his tone dripping with amusement. “Well, that day I came over early to work on our project together… let’s just say she was making a fucking mess in my lap, with my fingers shoved so deep inside her. She was close—so fucking close—until you showed up and cockblocked us.”

Ten stiffened. His grip on you tightened.

He thought he was the only one. Turns out, you’d been spreading your legs for Haechan too.

His voice dropped, laced with something darker. “Is that true, baby?”

You couldn’t answer. Shame burned through you. It wasn’t like you meant to lead them on… you just wanted them both.

Your silence pissed him off. His fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Answer me.”

For the first time, you felt intimidated by him. A little afraid.

But also… excited.

A part of you liked seeing him like this—possessive.

“Y-yes… it’s true…”

Ten didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His silence spoke volumes as he suddenly shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock. Your eyes widened, tears welling up as you instinctively gripped the sheets, your throat tightening around him.

“So, I’m guessing, love, you haven’t told Haechan about what we did not too long ago either?”

Haechan’s eyes flicked toward Ten, curiosity piqued. His fingers never slowed as they worked inside you, meticulous, teasing, pushing deeper as he turned his attention toward him.

“Wait… don’t tell me something happened between you two, too.”

Ten smirked. Arrogant. Smug. One hand braced on the mattress as he leaned back slightly, the other still tangled in your hair, keeping you in place as he pushed you even deeper on his cock.

“Oh, we did something, alright. Unlike you, I actually made her cum—right on my thigh, at that.”

Haechan’s brows lifted in surprise. He hadn’t realized just how desperate you were. How needy. He gave your ass a light smack, making you jolt, a muffled moan vibrating around Ten’s cock, causing him to moan and throw his head back.

“No way… wow. And here I thought we were the slutty ones.” Haechan chuckled, shaking his head. “But you? You really just like getting passed around by the both us, huh?”

His words alone made your whole body tighten, pleasure pooling low in your stomach. You squirmed, barely able to control yourself. And he noticed.

“Oh? Are you close, sweetie?”

You couldn’t answer. Not properly. But you tried to mouth a desperate "yes" around Ten’s cock, the vibrations of your voice making his hips twitch, sending him closer to the edge. Haechan didn’t waste a second, fingers moving faster, deeper, maliciously curling until you shattered around them, a slick mess pooling beneath you.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groaned, his fingers slowing as he pulled them out, coated in your release. “I can’t believe you came so quick… but I’m not done with you yet.”

Your breath hitched as you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper lowering. Then the rustle of fabric.

A moment later, you felt it—the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your body trembled as he pushed forward, the stretch immediate, overwhelming, sending a gasp tearing from your throat.

“Shit,” Haechan hissed, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you back onto him, sinking inch by inch. “So fucking tight.”

The fullness of him made your thighs shake, made your fingers curl into the sheets. He didn’t give you long to adjust. Not even a second. He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, the force knocking the breath from your lungs, making you jolt around Ten’s cock.

“Careful,” Ten warned, though his voice was strained, his fingers flexing in your hair. “She can’t exactly focus on me if you’re going to fuck them like that.”

Haechan only smirked, setting a punishing rhythm, hips snapping against your ass with enough force to make the room echo with the sound of skin meeting skin.

“Maybe I don’t want her to focus,” he shot back, his voice laced with amusement. “I want her to have no thoughts in that pretty head of hers.”

Your moans were muffled, choked by the cock filling your mouth, and the sensation sent Ten spiraling, his hips rocking up to meet you, his grip on your hair unrelenting. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing over your skin as he guided you, helping you take him deeper.

“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still laced with heat. “So eager to please… I didn’t think you had it in you.”

Behind you, Haechan let out a low chuckle, his hands sliding up your waist before gripping you harder. “Guess we bring the slutty side out of them.”

His words were punctuated by a particularly hard thrust that made you cry out around Ten’s cock, your whole body quivering. The overwhelming sensation of being completely filled by both of them made your head spin.

“Shit,” Ten groaned, his fingers tightening. “I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

Ten’s hips stilled. His grip on your hair tightened as he let out a low, guttural moan, his release spilling into your throat. You swallowed on instinct, the warmth flooding your senses as his hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you still for just a moment before he slowly eased you off him.

“Good.” His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his gaze dark, approving. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Before you could catch your breath and process what just happened, Haechan’s hands slid up your back, pressing you down slightly as his thrusts grew rougher. More desperate. Bruising.

And he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off easy,” Ten muttered, his voice taut with restraint as he chased his own release.

Your body trembled, every nerve lit up, tension coiling tighter and tighter. You were long past resistance—willing, desperate, ready to let them take whatever they wanted.

Ten wanted more. Wanted control.

He moved to take Haechan’s place, pushing him aside effortlessly.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you further apart, forcing you open beneath him. Your legs shook as he adjusted you at the very edge of the bed, your head hanging back over the side, hair spilling to the floor. The sudden inversion sent blood rushing to your face, making your vision swim, but the only thing you could focus on was Ten looming over you, his dark, hungry gaze drinking you in like he’d waited his whole life for this.

Behind him, Haechan leaned back lazily in your desk chair, arms crossed, amusement curling at the corners of his lips. He wasn’t going anywhere—he wanted to sit back and watch, wanted to see exactly how much of a mess you became beneath Ten. His cock, still slick from your arousal, lay heavy in his hand as he stroked himself leisurely, the sight sending another wave of heat flooding through you.

“Look at you,” Ten murmured, voice smooth, taunting, as he slid his hands up your thighs, thumbs pressing into your soft flesh. “All laid out for us, completely at our mercy. Is this what you wanted all along?”

You turned your face, the heat of shame burning at your chest, but Ten wasn’t having it. His fingers caught your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Don’t get shy now,” he smirked, eyes glinting with something wicked. “You’ve been begging for this for weeks, haven’t you? Strutting around in those little crop tops, teasing us while we worked on that stupid project. Did you think we wouldn’t notice?”

“You didn’t make it easy for us,” Haechan chimed in, voice dripping with mockery. “Bending over in front of us, dropping pens like it was an accident. You wanted us to look. You wanted us to see what we could do to you.”

“That’s not—”

Your protest was cut off with a sharp thrust, Ten pushing inside, stretching you open inch by inch. A startled gasp tore from your throat as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, filling you completely.

“Don’t lie,” he growled, his voice dropping lower as he gripped your waist, holding you still as your body clenched around him. “Your body doesn’t lie. You’re soaking wet—dripping all over me like you’ve been dying for this.”

The position made every thrust hit impossibly deep, your body arching off the bed as he moved, slow and deliberate at first, dragging pleasure through you with every stroke.

“Fuck,” Haechan muttered from his chair, his hand moving over himself as he watched, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “You’re really taking him, huh? Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this every time you pretended to hate us.”

“Remember that day you yelled at us for being too loud?” Ten taunted, his pace quickening, each thrust sending a shockwave through you. He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and sinful. “Bet the only reason you wanted us to keep coming over was because you were hoping we’d fuck you right then and there. Probably got yourself off to the thought of it, didn’t you?”

Your pride flared, warring with the undeniable truth. You shook your head weakly, but your body betrayed you, hips tilting up, chasing more.

Haechan clicked his tongue, unimpressed. He pushed himself out of the chair, stepping forward, leaning down until his face hovered inches from yours. His hand wrapped around his cock, lazily stroking himself as he spoke.

“Answer him,” he ordered, voice sharp. “Tell the truth, or we’ll stop right now.”

The thought of them stopping—leaving you like this, empty, aching—was unbearable.

“I…” Your breath hitched, voice barely a whisper. “You’re right. About everything…”

Haechan laughed, low and dark, standing straight again as he resumed stroking himself. “Knew it. You’ve been obsessed with us this whole time.”

Ten groaned at your admission, fingers tightening around your thighs as he thrust into you harder, his control slipping. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered, voice ragged. “Can’t believe we wasted all that time working on that stupid project when we could’ve been doing this.”

You whimpered, fingers clawing at the sheets beneath you as he fucked you faster, the sound of his hips slamming into yours filling the room. Each thrust pushed you closer, every nerve in your body strung so tight you thought you might snap.

“You’re such a mess,” Haechan mused, eyes locked on where Ten disappeared inside you over and over. “Moaning like a desperate little whore, like this is all you’ve ever wanted.”

Ten smirked, leaning down again, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Maybe if you’d just been honest from the start, we could’ve given you this sooner.” His teeth grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You didn’t have to play so hard to get.”

The words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, pleasure ripping through you in an overwhelming wave, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you clenched down hard around him.

Ten cursed under his breath, movements stuttering as your orgasm dragged him closer to his own. And he wasn’t far behind.

"Fuck," he muttered, voice tight as he pounded into you harder, fingers digging into your thighs, sure to leave bruises. "You’re gonna make me—"

Before he could finish, his hips slammed flush against yours, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as warmth flooded deep inside you. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine as he collapsed onto you, breath ragged.

"Don’t think you’re done yet," Haechan’s voice cut through the haze, dark and amused. He stepped closer, cock still hard, still ready. "It’s my turn now."

Ten’s pace never faltered, each thrust deep and ruthless, fucking you through your orgasm like he had no intention of stopping. Your head hung off the edge of the bed, back arched as he drove into you with a force that left your whole body trembling. His grip on your thighs was bruising, possessive, dragging you onto his cock with every sharp snap of his hips.

"Look at you," Ten growled, eyes raking over you, voice rough with hunger. "Taking it so well. Like you were made for this."

A low chuckle came from the side—Haechan, stepping in closer, dark amusement curling at the edge of his voice. "You’re hogging all the fun, Ten. Move over. I’ve got a better idea."

Ten smirked but didn’t stop. "Go ahead. They’ve got a mouth too, don’t they?"

Your chest heaved as Haechan came to stand by the bed, stroking himself lazily, already hard again. His grin was sharp, wicked.

"Open up," he ordered, tone laced with amusement. "You’ve been so good for us so far. Let’s see how much more you can take."

Your body was already shaking from Ten’s relentless thrusts, but the demand in Haechan’s voice sent another shiver through you. Lips parted, breath ragged, you let him grip your face, guiding himself between your lips.

"That’s it," he murmured, mockingly sweet, fingers tightening against your jaw. "Such a good girl, aren’t you? Always eager to please."

The moment he pushed past your lips, Haechan groaned—low, filthy—as he slid deeper, his grip keeping you in place. The angle forced your throat to stretch around him, and at first, he moved slow, savoring it, before picking up speed, using your mouth like it was his to claim.

"Fuck, you feel good," he muttered, voice strained as his fingers curled around your neck, using it like a handle. He thrust deeper, his other hand tangling in your hair. "Always running that mouth, acting like you’re too good for us. Look at you now, getting fucked from both ends."

Ten groaned above you, pace growing erratic as he slammed into you, every drag of his cock against your walls leaving you shuddering, overstimulated and wrecked. "Your such a fucking mess," he muttered through gritted teeth, grip tightening on your thighs. "Can’t get enough, can you? So desperate to be filled up."

Your muffled moans vibrated around Haechan’s cock, making him hiss through his teeth. His hips snapped forward, pushing even deeper, your throat tightening around him as tears welled in your eyes. His fingers dug into your jaw, holding you there.

"Look at you," Haechan purred, voice dripping mockery. "Drooling all over yourself, tears running down your face. You’re such a fucking slut... but you love it, don’t you?"

You could barely think, body trembling, pleasure unraveling into something raw as Ten’s rhythm turned frantic. His grip was almost punishing as he chased his release.

But this time, he didn’t finish inside you. He pulled out, breath heavy, stepping back to stand beside Haechan. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking slow, watching you with a dark, satisfied smirk.

"I’m not done yet," Ten murmured, voice low, commanding. "We’re going to make sure you’re completely covered by the time we’re finished with you."

Haechan chuckled, thrusts turning erratic, both hands now gripping your hair as he fucked your throat deep. "You hear that?" His tone was a promise, sharp and teasing. "You’re not just taking us—you’re going to wear us."

The words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, your moans muffled as Haechan’s cock twitched deep in your throat. With a rough groan, he pulled out, moved to where Ten had been, and thrust his length into your dripping cunt. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room as he fucked Ten’s release deeper into you, the filthy sensation making your body tremble.

Soon, it would be his turn to fill you up.

Behind you, Ten stroked himself furiously, his breathing ragged, his eyes fixed on your face.

“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered, voice thick with arousal.

You obeyed, tongue darting out just as Ten groaned and shoved his cock deep into your throat again. His taste coated your tongue, the lingering traces of his release making you shudder as he pulsed against the tight warmth of your mouth.

Haechan grunted, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing your legs up, nearly folding you in half as he picked up the pace. His cock drove into you mercilessly, each thrust hitting that spot inside you that had your body convulsing beneath him.

Once again, you were being fucked from both ends, completely at their mercy.

You never could have imagined this happening—all of it, just because of some stupid project. But now? You couldn’t be more satisfied with the outcome. The way Haechan’s cock bullied that sensitive spot inside you, the way Ten’s length filled your throat, stretching it with every ruthless thrust—it was overwhelming in the best way.

A loud, muffled scream tore from your throat, but it was swallowed by Ten’s cock as he fucked into your mouth with a brutal pace. The sounds in the room were obscene, bouncing off the walls—your muffled cries, the wet slap of Haechan’s hips against you, the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe as it slammed against the wall. Your tears only turned them on more, and you felt them harden inside you.

You clenched hard around Haechan, your walls gripping him tight as the intensity built inside you, your orgasm just out of reach. He felt it, groaning as he dug his fingers into your thighs.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was strained, breathless. “F-fuck… I think I am too. Ten, how’re you holding up over there?”

“Shit, I’m right there,” Ten panted, his grip tightening in your hair as he fucked your throat harder.

That was all it took for them to lose control.

Ten came first, spilling across your tongue, the warmth of it coating your lips and dripping down your chin. His breath hitched as he pulled back, watching the mess he’d made of you, satisfaction clear in his dark eyes.

Haechan wasn’t far behind. He cursed low under his breath, thrusting deep one final time as he came, filling you to the brim before pulling out, the last spurts of his release spilling across your stomach and chest, hot and sticky against your skin.

“Fuck,” Ten grunted, stepping back to admire his work. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths as he smirked. “You look perfect like this. Completely ruined.”

Haechan chuckled, trailing his fingers through the mess on your face before gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “And to think you wanted to get rid of us,” he mused, voice dripping amusement. “Now look at you. Completely fucked out by us.”

The room was thick with heat, the scent of sweat and sex lingering in the air. Your breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, your body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

Haechan smirked, brushing his fingers lazily down your thigh, a silent reminder of the claim he’d left on you. There was still hunger in his eyes, but beneath the cocky exterior, something softer flickered there. “You really outdid yourself,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think you’d last this long. Guess we underestimated you.”

He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, leaning against the desk with that same smug grin. “What did I tell you? All those little outfits, all that attitude—you were just waiting for this to happen. Should’ve made a move sooner.”

You were too exhausted to reply, your body still thrumming from the aftershocks. You lay there, head hanging off the edge of the bed, limbs boneless, chest heaving as you tried to process everything. Their gazes were heavy on you, but for once, you didn’t feel embarrassed.

Instead, a small, tired smile tugged at your lips. “You two are… so annoying,” you muttered weakly.

Ten and Haechan both laughed.

“Annoying?” Haechan echoed, crouching beside you. His fingers gripped your chin again, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago, sweetheart”

Ten leaned in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his smirk softening just a little. “Don’t worry,” he murmured, voice smooth.“We’ll give you time to recover… but don’t think this will be the last time you will see us.”

The weight of his words sent a fresh jolt of heat through you, despite the exhaustion weighing down your limbs. Haechan caught it, the way your eyes widened slightly, and let out a low chuckle.

“For now,” Ten continued, fingers trailing down your arm, “we should clean you up. Can’t have you looking like this all night, can we?”

Haechan stretched, grabbing a towel from the desk before tossing it to Ten. His grin never faded. “And after that? Maybe we’ll play another game,” he mused, teasing. “Who knows? You might be able to go another round.”

You groaned, throwing an arm over your face as you let your head sink back against the mattress. “You two are crazy,” you muttered, though there was no real bite to your words.

Ten laughed, wiping you down with surprisingly gentle hands. “You love that though,” he murmured, certain.

And as you lay there, your body exhausted but your heart pounding with the lingering adrenaline, you realized you couldn’t argue with him…

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sturniololuvz · 21 hours ago

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pls do a fic of the sturniolos sister getting home drunk/high

yesss!!!! btw i made these triplets get mad at her so please don’t be mad , i just love me some good fighting 😏🩷

“What Were You Thinking?”

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings : drunk, yelling , confronting

The clock on the wall read 2:07 AM.

Nick, Matt, and Chris sat stiffly on the couch, their eyes glued to the front door. The room was eerily silent except for the occasional frustrated sigh from Matt or the way Chris’s foot tapped aggressively against the floor.

“She should’ve been home hours ago,” Nick muttered, running a hand through his hair. “She’s not answering her phone. What if something happened to her?”

Chris clenched his fists. “If she thinks she can just roll in here like nothing happened, she’s dead.”

Matt’s jaw tightened. “I don’t care what her excuse is. She had us worried sick.”

Just then, the doorknob rattled, followed by the sound of a clumsy shoulder hitting the door before it finally swung open.

Y/N stood in the doorway, her hair a mess, eyes half-lidded, and a sloppy grin on her face. She stumbled forward, barely managing to kick off her shoes.

“Heyyyy,” she slurred, waving at her brothers as if she hadn’t just walked into an ambush. “Wha—what are you guys doing up?”

The room was silent for a second.

Then, Chris shot up from the couch.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N?!” he yelled, his voice booming through the living room. “It’s two in the goddamn morning! Where the hell have you been?”

Y/N winced, rubbing her temple. “Shhhh, Chrissy, don’t yell… my head hurts.”

“Oh, your head hurts?” Matt snapped, standing up next. His face was red with anger. “We’ve been sitting here for hours, worrying about you, blowing up your phone, thinking you were in a ditch somewhere! And you just waltz in here drunk?”

Nick crossed his arms, his voice sharp but quieter. “Do you even realize how selfish this is?” He shook his head. “You didn’t text us, didn’t call, nothing. You didn’t even think about how we’d feel.”

Y/N waved them off lazily, stumbling towards the stairs. “You guys are overreacting. I was just… at a party. Having fun.”

Chris scoffed. “Fun?! You can’t even walk straight, Y/N! What if something happened to you? What if you got in a car with some asshole, or got hurt, or—or—”

“You could’ve died, Y/N!” Matt interrupted, his voice cracking with emotion. “And we wouldn’t have known until it was too late because you didn’t even bother to tell us where you were!”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples again. “Can you stop yelling? God, it’s not that big of a deal.”

Chris’s eyes darkened. “Not that big of a deal?” His voice dripped with disbelief. “You’re our little sister. We’re supposed to protect you! But we can’t if you don’t tell us where you are, if you don’t pick up your damn phone, if you just—”

He cut himself off, his hands shaking with anger.

Matt exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re grounded. I don’t care if you’re seventeen. You’re not going out for a long time.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You can’t ground me. I’m almost an adult.”

Nick’s eyes snapped to her. “Then act like one.” His voice was low, but the disappointment in it cut deeper than the yelling. “Adults don’t get wasted and ignore their family when they’re worried sick. You’re being reckless, Y/N.”

Y/N bit her lip, suddenly feeling the guilt sink in. The way they were looking at her—hurt, exhausted, furious—made her stomach twist.

Chris shook his head. “I can’t even look at you right now,” he muttered, storming off to his room.

Matt sighed, running a hand down his face before following Chris. “Go to bed, Y/N. We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

That left just Nick, who studied her carefully. “You scared us, Y/N,” he said softly, but his eyes were still filled with disappointment. “You really scared us.”

Y/N swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a lot smaller than before. “…I’m sorry.”

Nick nodded slightly, but it was clear he wasn’t ready to forgive her just yet. “Go to bed.”

She obeyed, dragging herself upstairs, her head spinning—not just from the alcohol, but from the reality of how badly she had messed up.

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adrift-in-thyme · 2 days ago

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Febuwhump Day 4: Blowtorch (Twilight & Time)

Read on Ao3

CW for burn wounds, torture, and vomiting

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The door opens on squealing hinges. The Shadow enters like a fleeting phantom. He walks to the jangle of chains and the screams of the dying. A visage of shadow, eyes of crimson; the cap of the hero, tunic and trousers to match — when Twilight raises his head, he is certain he is gazing at his own twisted reflection.

“I must say…” Dark lips part to showcase teeth of palest white, pulling upward in a sneering grin. “I am quite glad you are here.”

Twilight shifts. The manacles encasing his wrists rub painfully. The ground is ruthlessly cold and agonizingly hard. His head still throbs with remnant whispers of darkest magic.

“I’m not sittin’ here by any wish of my own, I promise you,” he snaps.

His lips are cracked. The sharp flavor of blood ignites his tongue. His stomach churns in protest.

“No?”

The Shadow stalks towards him. There had been light in this room before he entered, scanty though it may have been. But now it leaves. Flames of torches are snuffed out, thin threads of sunlight sent back through the cracks they had dared to venture through. All there is now is darkness and shadow. The air is stifling with the scent of pain.

“You put up so little of a fight that I believed….Oh, never mind.” He shakes his head. His expression is a mockery of concern. “I was mistaken, I suppose. And here I was feeling excited about having you here.”

He reaches out, quick as lightning. His fingers are clammy and clawing upon Twilight’s skin as he grasps his chin. He leans forward, breath ghosting the hero’s cheek.

“After all, we are rather well acquainted, aren’t we, little wolf?”

Twilight bares his teeth in snarl, jerks away from the touch. It spurs memories of thrashing in murky darkness, of screaming soundlessly, fighting a battle he could never win. Of warm blood and icy tears and the prickle of fever up his spine. Of the desperate voices of his brothers filling his ears, telling him, begging him to never give up.

To fight.

“What?” He growls. “You still sore about losing that battle? You still mad you had to become a knuckle just to try and get the upper hand?”

It’s his turn to lean forward now, his turn to sneer.

“I warned you, Shadow. You forget where the strength that honed that sword into its magnificence comes from. You underestimate us. All of us.”

The Shadow’s expression spasms for a split second. A spark of fury come and gone. Then, his face stretches into a sinister grin. A series of shivers run a lap around Twilight’s spine.

“You heroes are always so comical. I love it! Truly!” His voice, his laugh drips with sarcasm. “You with all of your bravado and spouted admonishments. It’s wonderful! No wonder the goddesses love you so.”

He cocks his head, a disturbing imitation of the small birds Twilight often converses with. “How unfortunate for her to have to bid farewell to one so soon.”

It happens so quickly that Twilight does not have time to process it. One moment, the Shadow’s hands are empty. The next, he is waving something long and slender and deepest crimson with the grace of a dancer.

Twilight’s eyes blow wide at the same time as light returns to the tiny space in an eruption of red-orange agony.

Panic skewers his heart with all the precision of a soaring arrow. Escape is not an option. He could not have attempted it even if it were. He is frozen, held in place by bonds that do not pinch and scratch at tender skin, do not jingle at movement or yank tugging arms back.

In a swirling, roaring rush of fierce hues and vicious heat the flames make contact with his body. Agony strikes like lightning burning the horizon. It courses through him, searing flesh, cracking bone, lapping up the blood that races to match the erratic thumping of his heart.

The terror within grows and expands, turns to something far worse. The desperation beasts feel when iron entraps them. The fear and fury that drives them to gnaw off limbs in an attempt to evade pain’s terrible embrace.

Twilight begins to thrash. The chains sing with the movement. The Shadow laughs. The flames arrive again, make contact, spread hungrily along scorched skin and soft fabric.

He feels them pounding in his skull, feels them screeching in his heart and veins and soul.

“Beast!”

Torches in the night, held aloft by hands that guided him as a child, fished fallen toys out of the stream, offered trinkets and food and song, taught him how to care for the animals he has always loved so deeply.

Gasping, Twilight shoves himself to his feet. He surges forward, seeing nothing but red.

Horrible, cursed red.

“Monster!”

He makes it two stumbling steps before the chains go taut and he comes crashing down.

An arrow in his flank. Fire in his fur.

“He took our children!”

“Kill him! Kill him now! Before he takes more from us!”

A lump rises in his throat, pulls it excruciatingly tight. He chokes on it, gags on the acrid scent of burning flesh and hair. Tears burst beneath tightly shut eyelids and dissipate before they even reach his cheeks. His lungs fill with ash and smoke.

“Do you still feel strong, hero?”

The hands that prop him up shake violently. He cannot tell where the pain ends and the fear begins. They are intertwined, tangled in a dreadful knot in the depths of his gut, branching out along every vein and nerve.

A foot catches his side, sends him toppling once more. Twilight cries out as seared flesh makes contact with rough stone. Gritting his teeth, he raises bloodshot eyes. Shadows smear eerily in the demonic glow of flame. Crimson eyes are nearly indecipherable from that which tears him apart.

“Do you still feel courageous?” The Shadow glides forward, a poe about to swing its axe down. “Or do you feel the pain that I felt with every blow you dealt me?”

An icy grip closes around Twilight’s neck. The clash of cold and heat are nauseating, like a fever raging in his bones. The air, so thick with smoke, now fails to reach him at all.

He chokes. Desperate, bloodied fingers raise up to claw at the hand that holds him.

His mind registers nothing save for endless agony and the terrified desire to breathe.

“Stop.”

The word bubbles from his lips in a voice so hoarse it hardly sounds like his own. Pride is all but forgotten in his dizzy need for salvation.

He feels scared and small, a mere pup cowering before an evil he cannot fight. Everything burns.

“Please,” he croaks. “Please, stop.”

The Shadow smiles. Twilight’s surroundings grow dim and blurred.

“No,” he purrs, as silken and unmoving as the darkness he thrives in.

“You would do well to obey his plea,” says a voice without form. It rises from the doorway, though Twilight had not heard it open.

His gaze flits there, searches for the person he knows stands there.

“Time…” He is too far gone to keep the name from slipping from his lips.

The Shadow retracts his grip and whirls in the same motion. A dark blade splits the atmosphere. In the seconds before he collapses, Twilight sees that it makes contact with another. Their collision reverberates through his aching skull.

The room explodes into light and sound and sensation. Twilight plummets within it. He catches snippets. A blue scarf flying with gallant delicacy. A swath of soaring blades. The crackle of distant thunder. The whisper of countless flying arrows.

“Go!” Warriors’ voice rises above the cacophony of noise. “We’ll handle this!”

In the next moment, Time is kneeling beside him. He places what looks to be a mask into his pouch and pulls out a bottle in its stead. Quickly, he unscrews the cap. A fairy flits forth and heads straight for Twilight.

He closes his eyes as its magic surrounds him. Sweet and fresh and blessedly cool, he sags beneath its caress.

When, with utmost care, Time maneuvers him into his arms, he hardly knows it. He is only aware of this new warmth that is so different from the stifling one of before. He curls into the older hero’s hold.

“Old man,” he gasps, fingers clutching at his tunic sleeve.

“I’ve got you, pup.”

The voice rumbles like the thunder of an incoming storm. A heart beats steadily in his ears. Twilight begins to lose himself in the sound of it.

“You’re safe. I’m sorry it took us as long as it did.”

Twilight sighs. He feels weightless now. Darkness comes for him. Within its embrace, he floats.

“Thanks for comin’ for me,” he murmurs, words slurred.

Time holds him closer. He begins to move. Out of the dungeon of fire and fear. Out from beneath the Shadow’s suffocating grasp.

“I will always come for you, Link.” The promise sings in Twilight’s ears, a cool breeze after a breathless day.

A stone wall bound to falter and determined not to.

He clings to it, to the sound of Time’s voice, the safety of his hold. And the final words, when they hit the air, cements the certainty of this courageous truth. They pierce through to his very soul.

“And I will never allow him to touch you again.”

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soangelbaby · 23 hours ago

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𐑺ִ valentine’s day week event ; all addicted to me 💓

five days of control, obsession, and cupid’s arrows—all pointed at you.

cupid’s got an attitude this year, and she’s not handing out soft kisses and shy glances. this is love that takes, love that owns. love that starts with a stolen kiss and ends with a grip that won’t let go. her arrows are ready, but can you handle being struck ?

“. . . stupid cupid, stop picking on me . . .”

˗ ˏˋ what’s to come ˎˊ˗

❤︎ monday ; you’ve been mine ; charlie baker is your brother’s bestfriend, and he’s 3 years older than you. you’ve always wanted each other but your brother has deemed you as off-limits but this valentine’s day, all bets are off the table, who will make the first move ?

❤︎ tuesday ; you love when i hate you ; vinnie hacker has always been your academic rival, but on valentine’s day, when he sees you with a date at his PR event, he’s not having it and he’ll remind you who truly owns you.

❤︎ wednesday ; prove yourself ; valentine’s day is supposed to be about love, but when your boss, jensen ackles, walks in, everything changes. as his assistant, you’re caught between professionalism and a dangerous, irresistible pull.

❤︎ thursday ; captured by cupid ; on valentine’s day, cupid’s arrow strikes—clark kent, the flannel wearing farm boy, tonight he’s torn between his loyalty to lana and his forbidden attraction to you, her best friend. one look sets off a passionate, dangerous affair.

❤︎ friday ; my bloody valentine ; valentine’s day, clark kent isn’t himself—a red kryptonite-fueled vampire. one bite changes you forever—intoxicating, overwhelming, binding you to him. there’s no escape. you’re his now, body and soul.

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tags are appreciated ! keep your hearts close, but not too close. things are about to get dangerous… can you handle the heat ?

✩‧₊˚౨ৎ cupid’s arrows don’t just bring love. they bring madness, obsession, & all the forbidden desires you’re craving. valentine’s week is approaching & the hunt is on. will you survive cupid’s world ?

ෆ༘ rini’s note ; ahh !! im so excited ! literally working overtime on these fics but thank you so much for 250 followers already :D it hasn’t even been a full week yet and y’all gassing me like crazy🥹 but ily ily so muchh get pumped for what i have next luverss <33 also will probably edit this and make tweaks so dont mind thatt lol

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dilf-luvr-4evr · 21 hours ago

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Boom surprise Sadie Adler x F!Reader smut because I’m not allowed to kiss girls and I need to write my frustrations abt it </3 I’ve been working on this for a WEEK maybe? It just kept getting longer and longer 😭 also thank you for 207 followers WAAA 🥺🫶🏼 mdni!! (My first published smut!!! 🫣 and first proper fic I think? Lol)

“S-shit- sorry..”

You had kissed Sadie Adler.

“I’m so sorry..”

Couldn’t even say her name.

“T’was- was an accident-“

“No,” came out of those soft lips of hers. It sounded more urgent than commanding, albeit hushed. Maybe it was your wishful thinking hoping she wasn’t mad at you.

Both of you stayed still, eyes darting everywhere but at each other. A hug to welcome her from her travels escalated into something much more.

If it was really an accident, then why was it such a big deal to you? Best friends would laugh it off, if that is what you are to each other. Sometimes, as strange as it sounds, it was really hard to tell.

You turned away first. Hearing, feeling her breath on your face making you uneasy.

But she didn’t let you. The fingers meant to catch onto your wrist caught on your hand before you so much as took another step. You stumbled back into her with a bump.

“I-”

“Did you-..” Sadie paused, voice lower than her usual volume. She didn’t usually think much of her words. But with you, it was as if she weighed every vowel. Always so careful. Even more at this very second.

“Did you hate it?” She braved herself to look at you. The same eyes used to stare daggers into one’s soul, so scared of you. Scared of this unknown thing that’s been festering between the two of you. Scared of accidentally pulling out what might have taken root.

“Hate what?”

“The kiss.”

Your mouth felt dry, eyes locked on your joint hands. Your chest tightened and it felt hard to breathe. What wasn’t real before was real now, the two words uttering everything unspoken.

It was a kiss as much as Uncle had lumbago. Merely a brush of your lips when both of you turned your heads yet it was a kiss to you nonetheless.

You just didn’t think she’d agree.

“No,” you admitted, praying she wouldn’t hear. Your stomach churned at the thought of searching her face. The quiet of the night seemed to stretch on forever and it made you wonder why, why did you wait for her return every night? A question filled with regret as well as genuine wonder.

It was probably the gnawing guilt you felt for somewhat ignoring her before she left. Only you knew why you did it and that it meant more than what it appeared. But why did it disturb you so much? Why does she haunt you so much?

As though sensing your will to leave again, she tightened her grip. Until then, you didn’t know that you could feel suffocated and comforted at the same time.

“Please talk to me..” Sadie rasped, her familiar boldness stripped off, leaving her bare in front of you. It wasn’t like you’re a stranger to this side of her. You’re one of the only person who gets to see it. It’s just that after all those times listening to her past, it’s about you now.

“Am I readin’ this wrong?” Her thumb slid across your palm and your heart skipped a beat. “Cause I feel like I’m goin’ crazy.. W-what is it? With us?”

The stutter in her speech convinced you that she was just as scared. It didn’t provide you any reassurance if not made it worse. You could fight your own doubts and fears. But it wasn’t so simple when it came to Sadie.

You could have your heart trampled on by horses and it would hurt much less than seeing her frown.

“Nothin’s wrong with us,” you shake your head before forcing yourself to face her. She looked almost desperate as opposed to the girl you knew so well and it broke your fucking heart. It strangely made you want to kiss her again.

“I- I just..” I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.

“I can’t lose you,” she blurted out, impossibly tightening her grip on you and adding another hand. “I don’t know what I did. But I know I pissed you off enough for you to act all strange around me before I left and I hate leavin’-”

“You didn’t piss me off..” you shake your head once more, giving her hands a squeeze. “Sadie, I-”

“Then can I kiss you again?”

You felt your heart jump up your throat, you could choke.

Yet you find yourself nodding.

She gently tugged on your hands and pulled you into a soft kiss. You closed your eyes upon the feel of her lips, losing yourself while your hearing loses itself in the beat of your own heart.

It took a while for you to realize that she kept on pulling your hands, leading you further from camp.

“Sadie..” you breathed out between kisses. You wanted to say that whatever’s happening between the two of you still wasn’t resolved. It was like she was in such a rush, it made you wonder if something had happened in her travels. But at the same time, this felt like everything you’ve ever wanted.

She tasted like everything you’ve ever wanted.

And if maybe she was using you for relief, you’d let her.

“Hm?” She sounded like she was too far gone to be listening. That is, if not for how good her name rolled off your tongue when you’re all breathless like this.

Sadie suddenly yelped, having tripped over something and falling on her back, pulling you down with her. Your eyes widened at how close you were. How beautiful she was with her flyaways now that her hat’s knocked off. She just chuckled, holding your face and kissing you again.

“I’m sorry,” she smiled against your lips. “For- for- mph- everything..” The rapid beating in your chest aside, you were relieved to hear the old Sadie again. You groaned and kissed her deeper as though to shut her up, your hands pulling on the collar of her shirt. She snickered even though she felt something else entirely bothering her.

Out of impulse, Sadie bucked her hips up against you, earning a whine from your lips.

Fuck.

She had to hear that again. She repeated the movement and there it was.

“Sadie,” you moaned, scrunching up the fabric of her shirt in your fists. Your mind malfunctioned from whatever she was doing. All you knew was that you wanted more.

She mirrored you with a plea of your name and continued to grind up against you. You could feel yourself getting wetter, so taken with how she feels that your mouth stopped kissing her, staying agape. Sadie gladly watched, in awe of how beautiful you’ve always been to her.

“You like that?” She asked between pants. You found yourself nodding again. “Can I touch you?” And again.

Her hands moved to your hips, grounding you down against her and you gasped. It still wasn’t enough.

Her fingers made their way under your nightdress. It wasn’t noticeable until they grazed your clothed crotch, sending shivers throughout your body. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never touched yourself to the thought of her before. But somehow this all seemed so new. Like it never crossed your mind how it would actually play out in real life.

As Sadie continued to slip her fingers past layers of fabric, your forehead found home in the dip of her shoulder like the many times it has before. Though the motion felt different from when you laughed or cried against her. It was clear now that every part of her was simply made to hold you.

In more ways than one. As more than a friend.

You made another noise that was music to Sadie’s ears when her fingers found your clit. Your hands instinctively grabbed her arms in a feeble attempt to calm whatever’s brewing inside you.

“This okay?” She asked quietly against your temple, hesitating to kiss it. She’s inhaled all the air out of your lungs, her fingers almost inside you this very second, and yet.

“Yes,” you answer like how you would to a god. So she continued to touch you like how she would touch herself.

“I’ve never..” rub. “It’s been a while.” Rub. she said it so sheepishly like your breaths aren’t growing more labored each time she moved. Rub.

“It’s alright.” I’ll take anything you give me.

“Can you look at me?” She nudged your brow with her nose. You obeyed, slowly lifting your head to level hers.

What a sight you were. Your parted lips, your half lidded eyes, how your eyebrows scrunched when she pressed on your bundle of nerves.

“Shit..” she just had to kiss you again. Might just have to keep at it until those glossy lips are swollen, a reminder of how she’s tasted you and that she doesn’t think she could get enough.

She’s been in love before and it felt an awful lot like this.

With Sadie sitting up and holding your waist, her fingers picked up pace and it all became too much for you that you quivered. Even so, you still needed more of her.

“You feel- ah! so-.. mmh..” the way a string of your saliva clung onto her lips when you gasp was too much for her to handle.

“Yeah?” Fuck, you were so turned on by everything she says or does. Like she knew what she was doing when in truth, she was still experimenting with you. Like a girl with a new toy on Christmas day. Careful yet curious. And with every new reaction she got, her eyes practically gleamed.

You nodded, unaware when you started moving against her fingers.

When Sadie pulled away to catch her breath, your eyes landed on the top of her shirt, a few buttons undone. There was something about her chest. How it fogged up your head whenever you talked to her and caught sight of it. You had to look away before you let out a whimper just thinking about what they could possibly look like.

She blushed when she saw what you were looking at. Hell, did she feel the same way about you. How she’s always wanted to see what you looked like under this goddamn nightdress. How torturous it is to share a cot with you and having to just.. Sleep.

When she realized she could taste you, her lips latched on to your neck. She spread your wet folds apart just to see if your pulse would quicken. Your throat deliciously bobbed before you exhaled a breathy moan.

“You want me to push it in?”

“Yes, yes please,” you begged, repeatedly dragging your sex on her fingers. She complied.

She helped you lift yourself up a bit as she slowly inserted her middle finger inside. Watched your scrunched up face the entire time, not willing to miss it for the world.

You let out a breath you’ve been holding once she pushed it all the way in. Almost immediately, she slid it back out, circling your clit before ramming it in again. Your wetness made it easy for her to repeat this a couple of times, making you whimper.

“Does it feel better than a dick, sweetheart?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper, a genuine question as much as a tease. It was true even with one finger. Sadie’s finger. You were too consumed to be embarrassed, the sloshing noises from your cunt speaking for itself.

“Mhm, It’s- ah!” You gasped as her finger stretched you in circles, her palm on your clit.

“Too much?” She looked up at you, concerned, searching your face as she slowed to a stop. Only to be met with your contorted face while you shake your head.

“N-no.. It’s not..” you trailed off, looking down to where you sat while you tried to catch your breath. It just dawned on you the wet patch on her pants. Surely that can’t be all your doing.

Cautiously, you reached for her belt. Your fingers were shaking.

“What’re you doin’?” She chuckled nervously, caught off guard and vulnerable with the state you found her in.

“Can I?” You asked softly, looking down at her. Still breathing heavily, you bit your lip, your eyes glazed as you felt her pull her finger out. As much as she wanted to taste you, she had this overwhelming need to watch you taste yourself. Needed to know what you’d look like after you touched yourself.

She lifted her fingers to touch your lips and without being told, you sucked on them. Your eyes trained on hers as you licked her fingers clean of yourself.

Lord..

Who is she to say no when you looked at her like that? As if she ever knew how.

“Y-yeah.. Yeah, okay..”

You released her finger with a pop and smiled before starting to unbutton her pants. If it was even possible for a heart to race faster, you swear yours did by looking at more of her skin. Meanwhile, Sadie looked at you the entire time. The strands of hair stuck to your face, the focused expression you had as you worked through her garment, your own fucking liquids laced on your lips..

“You’re my savin’ grace,” she suddenly said, quiet enough only for you to hear. You looked up at her, not quite understanding. Though it didn’t really matter when she kissed you. To hide how fragile she felt after that confession and to just.. God, she just wanted to keep kissing you. She hadn’t realized how much she missed kissing. How nice it was to be in love.

You giggled into the kiss, not one to complain. If only you were aware of how much you affected her. Sadie refused to break the kiss, tightly holding onto your face even when you adjusted to remove her pants completely. You straddled her again after, your legs folded on either side of her.

“Christ, the grass is sharp. Pokin’ at my ass,” she huffed, pausing the kiss to look down. You laughed and smacked her arm, not used to such comments in this sort of situation.

“Sadie!”

“What?” She smiled, looking up at you as she held you closer. Her fingers traced the sides of your arms, sending chills down your spine along with the night air. It didn’t help either that you were now sitting right on top of her wet crotch. Her hairs scratched your clit through the fabric in the most pleasant way.

“I shouldn’t have gotten you stark naked in here, sorry,” you said shyly. It suddenly occurred to you how much you wanted her that you were willing to do it in the open.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry about,” she chuckled, pulling your face into yet another kiss for God knows how many times tonight. “Now what were you gonna do to me?”

And just like that, the feeling in your stomach returned.

“Wanted to- mmh- to- try somethin’..” you murmured, right hand holding her waist while your left slowly lifted her right leg from under you, emitting a moan from her. Your lips retreated from hers, now having connected by your foreheads. Immediately, your eyes moved to take a proper look at her sex. You just had to touch her. Needed to. So you left her leg to rest on your shoulder and you touched her.

Your fingers reached her wet folds and oh, it was so wet. Wet in every sense of the word and full of slick. When you felt your way around, Sadie let out a throaty whine that felt warm on your face. Her hands landed on your shoulders. Like she isn’t quite sure what to do with them. Is it okay to wrap her arms around you?

“I got you,” you assured her in a whisper prior to kissing her cheek. It was such a sweet gesture that she was taken aback when you started slowly circling her clit with your thumb. She breathed out your name and you hummed in satisfaction as you started a trail of kisses down to her jaw.

Sadie bucked up against your fingers and you could tell she was getting impatient. It hit you that she wanted this as much as you did and you don’t think you’ll ever believe it.

“I told you I got you,” you say sweetly against her neck. All the while penetrating her with two fingers at once. Not like it was hard to do at this point.

“Shit- oh-” her rasps as you steadily moved in and out of her were intoxicating. Surely this was a dream. You’ve only seen her this way in your dreams and they aren’t even a quarter as wonderful as this.

Her leg twitched above your shoulder as your fingers kept the pace, your thumb flicking and pressing the nub above her entrance. Your other hand gently pushed her down, moved by the way her chest heaved as she panted. You were past being shy.

You opened the buttons on her shirt and she surprisingly helped. It was like your heart counted down with you to the moment she revealed herself.

She was prettier than you could have ever imagined.

You thought you wanted to touch her breasts. What you didn’t realize was that you already did. As though your hand had a mind of their own. You continued to do so, relishing every inch and scar with your fingers. Her face and the noises she made throughout will definitely create a place in your mind.

As you sucked on her bud, you could feel her clench around your fingers and hear her whine. This must be precisely what heaven is like.

You wondered what would happen if you quickened your fingers and you did, making her call out your name.

“K-keep that up and I- shit-.. I ain’t gonna last long.” And you planned on doing exactly that. You pulled out to rub her clit before pushing your fingers in again. She gasped, moving away at the motion until your hand returned to her waist, keeping her in place. You didn’t know what possessed you. You just had to know what she looked like completely undone.

You lifted her waist a bit like how you would yourself as your fingers searched for that place inside of her. You knew you reached it when she let out a strangled noise and grabbed your arm.

“Right there?” She could only nod, jaw slack. You felt yourself clench at the sight, your movements unfaltering to her pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to come.

You made sure to watch her face when it happened, memorizing how she trembled under you, kissed her and swallowed her cries.

Again, you didn’t know what got into you. But you pulled out of her and quickly rubbed her clit throughout her orgasm, making her scream into the kiss before she pushed you off her. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you laid next to her, sucking her cum off your fingers. You made a mental note to drink it from the source next time.

“Lord, what’s gotten into you?” Sadie panted, a big smile on her face. Not that she’d have it any other way. You just giggled, covering your face. She saw this from the corner of her eye and scoffed, catching her breath before she got up to straddle you.

“Now, you don’t get to be all shy again after doin’ that to me,” she chuckled, removing your hands from your face and pinning them down.

“I’m sorry, I just..” no matter what you do, you couldn’t stop smiling. Despite the loud beating of your heart from what you’re about to say. “I’ve been wantin’ to do all kinds of things to you Sadie.. God, I’m crazy about you.”

Sadie felt like her heart was about to combust from how fast it was beating. Returning her feelings right after making her come? She couldn’t be more sure of how she felt about you at that very moment.

“I know I ain’t a man and I’m not supposed to-”

“Just shut up and let me kiss you again?” Of course you let her.

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dyli-dadi3 · 14 hours ago

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Cock worship

When Ada lets him down time after time, you lift up his spirits and show him just how much you appreciate him (and his cock).

Tags: oral (m receiving), mentions of blood, suicidal thoughts, Leon is a little mean at the beginning, but it all gets resolved, throatpie.

Today was the shittiest day of Leon’s life. Hand’s down. Forget about his girlfriend breaking up with him, forget about the zombies, the car crash, or even the fact that a big gray piece of foreskin was chasing him. Today was nothing but shit. And after wading through the sewers just so a hot Asian FBI agent would like him, he smells like shit, too.

The only good part of today was you. He found you walking around the RPD, fending off zombies and lickers. After the two of you teamed up, you were always there to tell him how well he was doing. If he was being honest with himself, the constant reassurance was the only thing keeping his Matilda away from his mouth.

He wanted to get out of here, he wanted to get you out of here. So if that meant pushing through all this nonsense, he’d do it. The only thing that bothered him was your adamant dislike of Ada.

He’s not stupid. He knows Ada’s using him, and you don’t hide your opinion about her from him either.

“But she’s FBI, what else can we do?” He shrugs at you. And she’s cute.

“I think she’s lying,” You suggested. The two of you were wading through G-infested water, the wet socks he had at the back of his mind.

“Listen, liking me doesn't give you an excuse to act like a jealous bitch just because she’s pretty.” Leon sighed.

In his normal world, he would have never called a woman that. His Nonna didn’t raise a jackass. But this was for the good of humankind! For god's sake, zombies were running, well, walking around trying to bite a chunk out of his well-sculpted traps! He had no sympathy for a jealous girl in the middle of an apocalypse.

You paused, in the middle of crawling out of the water. “What did you call me?” You scowled.

“I said, you’re a-”

“I’m saying she’s lying because I can tell when a woman is being a liar. Not because you think I like you.” You almost fumed, ears turning bright red. Who did he think he was? This was so much bigger than some crush. You were so angry you couldn't even defend yourself correctly.

“Yeah, right.” Leon huffed.

—

“You trust that bitch?” Annette coughed out, blood dripping down her lips as she panted.

Leon looked at her confused and slightly offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He mumbled.

You just stood to the side, arms crossed. Finally. Another woman who gets it.

“She’s not FBI, she’s a mercenary.”

Who would have thought…

You wanted to have more sympathy for Leon, you really did. But after that stunt he pulled in the sewers, you were getting tired. The two of you were so close to escaping despite the goose chase Ada sent you on.

As soon as Ada put her well-manicured, delicate hand on his knee, Leon turned into a desperate mess.

Yes, Ada, we’ll get the G sample for you! Don’t worry!

It was so pathetic it would have been cute if you weren’t so mad at Ada. Even if she was FBI, what about girl code? You got to him first.

You didn’t even need to flirt to get Leon to listen to you, he just did. That’s who he was. Green around the ears and raised to help people. Especially pretty women.

—

“She’s gonna sell it-” Annette rasped out, shuddering. “The G-Virus is gonna go to the highest bidder.”

“That’s bullshit.” Leon huffed, getting up.

“I hope you’re right.”

—

“I told you-”

“I know!” Leon hissed, carding his fingers through his hair.

Okay, maybe you felt a little bad for Leon. I mean, could you blame him? His generosity and blind faith were what brought you two together. If it were any other guy, he probably would have left you to rot, so that’s got to mean something. And in all honesty, he did seem to feel bad. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet the entire train ride out of the facility. You both smelled like shit, the G-Virus was lost, and Leon watched a woman die, innocent or not.

When you two were taken into custody, it was as if Leon was a completely different man. He almost looked, ashamed. He brushed over Ada in his rundown of the night for whatever reason and just focused on the zombie part of your nightmarish night. You supposed it was for the best, it was hard to talk about her if you didn’t bring up Umbrella, and it was hard to bring up that when it apparently “controlled the city.” It was a lost cause.

When you both were put into a “recovery facility” you didn’t fight it. They claimed you needed to be kept close together since you could turn any second. The thought was a little terrifying, but when Leon looked so… dejected… you couldn’t leave the poor guy alone. At least you two got your beds to sleep in.

But that was all thrown out the window the moment Leon burst into tears at the foot of his bed.

“I’m so sorry, I was such a fucking idiot for listening to her! She played me like a damn fiddle and you warned me and I still didn’t listen,” he gasped for air. “We could have been long gone, but I dragged you into a wild goose chase for a woman who was just going to throw us away afterward.” Leon groaned, burying his face in his hands, gripping the strands of his hair that fell in front of his eyes.

You paused, surprised that he had felt this bad for it. He hadn’t said a single thing earlier, so you had no idea that it had been bothering him, especially to this extent. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he looked ravishable right now.

Sure, you were pissed at him for not listening to you, but you couldn’t hold a grudge to him. He apologized, and you felt the need to replay him for all the things you appreciated him doing, not the ones you were annoyed for. After all, you couldn’t stay mad at him forever.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you, Leon.” You murmur, sitting next to him on his bed. You put a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down reassuringly. “We’re still alive, and that’s all that matters. You’re the one who got shot.”

He looked at your hand on his thigh, then at you, pink dusting his cheeks. “You’re not mad?” He lets out a breath, body slowly relaxing.

“I’m not mad, Leon. I think your trust in people is admirable.” You nodded, slowly moving your hand up the firm muscle, feeling the way the ligaments tensed under your gentle touch.

“I want to show you how much I appreciate you, Leon.” You look at his eyes with a level of calm that it makes his eyes widen. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.” He held his breath.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving your hand up until you’re met with the half-hard cock of the man you’ve been crushing on for the entirety of this shit show. You bit your lip, feeling the blood pump underneath his skin through the thin pair of pants that he wore. Thank goodness the government didn’t bother to give him a more substantial piece of clothing. The two of you sat on the edge of the bed, your hand feeling the way he reacted to you, how he shivered when you pressed down harder, how he’d whimpered when you squeezed his length, or how your delicate fingers grazed the sensitive tip of his cock,

“Please.” He whined softly, his hips squirming as he leaned back and grabbed the sheets at his sides.

“Shh… Let me make you feel good, Leon.” You whispered as you continued to graze over his cock before deciding to cut him some slack. “Is this okay?” You asked, your hand gripping the drawstring of his pants.

He bit his lip and nodded, the soft flesh turning so white that you were surprised he didn’t start bleeding. “Shh, relax, Leon.” You whispered, your free hand coming to cup his cheek to distract him from the way your hand was working the knot on his pants.

He nuzzled your palm, eyes darting in between your face that was looking at him with admiration, and your hand that was slowly sneaking into his pants. The juxtaposition made his head dizzy, on top of the mind-numbing torture you were making his poor cock endure. “I-I need…” He stuttered, brows furrowed as he stared at your hand moving to touch him under his pants.

“Yeah? What do you need, baby?” You asked, stroking him slowly.

His eyes darted up to yours, lips parted.

For a moment, you worried that you pushed past the line, saying something a little too intimate for the moment. But he just whined, grabbing your wrist to press down harder. “Need more… Please.”

You nodded pushing him gently to lay him down on his back, head against the pillows. “Gonna make you feel good, don’t worry. Gonna show you how much I appreciate you for saving me.” You whispered, bringing your face to his erection.

You leaned in, kissing a vein that ran up his shaft.

It was easy to indulge in Leon, his cock was pretty, the little noises he made were pretty, and he was pretty. One lick and he was already begging for more. You held his cock up with one hand while the other went to his hand, bringing it to your head. “You can touch me, Leon.” You mumbled before bringing your lips to his tip.

You wasted no time in swallowing his cock, taking him in. You were rewarded with a strained moan, a hand covering his mouth while the other held your head close, cradling it. “Fuck!”

It was surreal if you were being honest. Just hours ago, you were sweaty, covered in blood, and smelled like the drain of a toilet bowl. But now, you were laying in bed with the most handsome man you’ve ever met and he was letting you suck his dick. You wouldn’t say you were lucky, but it was about time you got some of that good karma.

You drowned out the memories of the night, completely focused on making Leon feel good. With every push and pull, or swipe, or swallow, you were wiping away the images that you were sure were going to come back to haunt you. For tonight, you would be his, and that was all you could ask for.

“Y-You gotta stop.” He panted, trying to tug you away as his meaty thighs trembled on either side of your head. You groaned your disapproval, taking delight in the way he sobbed at the vibration.

You popped off, smiling up at him. “Don’t wanna.” You murmured as your hand moved. “What’s so bad about making you feel good, Leon?” You almost pouted, pressing a kiss to his frenulum before letting his skin roll back over the throbbing muscle.

“It’s too much.” He huffed, brows furrowed as he pulled you away. “Too much for what? Because I’m pretty sure my job was to pleasure you, and I didn’t see stopping on the job description.” You frowned as he sat up.

“Y-Yeah, well I just don’t want to be done before we get to the.. Uhh… ‘good stuff’.” He murmured, looking down at the sheets.

The notion made you laugh. “It isn’t getting much better than this unless you want it, baby. This is for you.” The whisper left your lips like a gentle breeze, but to him, it was as if you were a hurricane crashing through his foggy brain.

“Really?” He was surprised, ignoring the way he twitched at your caring words. It was mortifying.

“All you.” You confirmed, slowly bringing your face back to his cock.

“I don’t care about the sex, Leon. If you’ll allow me, I’m going to make you cum just like this.” You tugged down, kissing the pretty pink tip he had that was just leaking at this point, all restraint abandoned at the sight of his throbbing dick.

“I wan’ it.” He whined, tugging your head closer, holding onto you for dear life as he practically shoved his dick back into your face. “Wanna cum down your pretty mouth and then paint your face.” He gasped, toes curling and head lolling back as you took him in again.

He didn’t need to hear you to tell that you wanted it, nor look at your eyes. Fuck, he thinks that if he looked into your eyes, he would nut right there. The feeling was liberating. You didn’t hold any expectations on him, didn’t take and take. You gave.

And fuck, did you give good head, his ex couldn’t make him nut harder if she tried.

You took your time before, but now that he really wanted it, he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to cum, he wanted to cum down your throat so bad. He didn’t have to worry about disappointing you, or putting on a performance, it was raw, visceral, and perfect.

He moaned, cradling the back your head as he fucked up into your sloppy mouth. He didn’t even have time to think about how good your pussy could be, he was already crying as he spurted his cum down your throat. “Shit!” He whined, hips jerky and uncoordinated as he shoved it all in. “Is that what you wanted? To have me fuck your face?” He panted, finally looking down at your debauched face as he let you go.

You coughed, throat sore from working his cock. As you blinked away the tears, you smiled up at him. “Only if it made you happy.”

Maybe today wasn’t so shitty after all.

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