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â do you yield?
; gregory house x gn! Reader
Unsurprisingly, a night out between House and Wilson doesnât end up uneventful. Tensions were strung in a-- stranger way, now with Amber in the picture. One of House's grand schemes goes sideways when the person he provokes ends up punching him right in the face. In an attempt to get Wilson in trouble (due to the whole curfew agreement), House got ahead of himself and now Wilson dumps him onto someone else rather than face the wrath of his girlfriend.
And of course, no oneâs ever happy to see House on their doorstep.
a/n; sorta just ! Self-indulgent!! This fic leans towards sub bottom house roles, no sex just sloppily making out. Written in 3rd person, they/them for reader! Honestly not too proud of this, but I wanted to get this out đ
tws!! Suggestive, minor blood play (like incredibly minor), and house bein house â 4.5k words
The plan had been going smoothly. Drinks were going down quickly for Wilson, lord only knows how stressed he had been to be downing alcohol like it was water, and thankfully for House he recalled scoring over God a couple years ago. Meaning he knew what had been haunting Wilson's always-ready-to-please mind.
The connection that Amber had been so similar to House had already been scrounged up, and even House would be lying if that made him think just a little too. Oh, nothing crazy maybe just the fact that if he'd been a woman, Wilson might have been all over him. Her?
The details didn't matter.
What did matter though, was his loss of control over the situation. House didn't know what he had been thinking. No one had been paying them much attention, and his goal was to just get Wilson drunk. Only Wilson. He supposed that he thought he needed to convince his friend to keep drinking? Maybe that's why House started drinking too. And maybe that's why he started picking fights with strangers.
It started off as passing remarks he made to Wilson, the infamous smug smirk that showed how he thought himself omniscient in a sense. That he was so sure he could read people like a book. To a certain degree, that was true. How else was he capable of coming up with schemes that would puppet the parties involved for his own benefit?
Eventually though, passing remarks would eventually turn into what seemed like heckling. No wonder he ended up getting socked right square in the face by a patron. House was always self-sabotaging, but sabotaging his own plans to sabotage Wilson's relationship with Amber? Now that was a little ridiculous.
Didn't change the fact that it happened though.
"Oh-- come on House, I can't bring you back to my place and you know it." Wilson's voice had some strain in it, one of his arms hooked around his friend's (questionable title given to the likes of House) waist as he led him to his car. "Especially not since you started this... this meaningless war." He muttered, the hesitance in his voice to say meaningless suggested that maybe he didn't think it was entirely meaningless. Perhaps a hint to the fact that he did find amusement in it. Hell, maybe even enjoyed it for a bit.
House was disoriented. Not by liquor, but by the fact that he had blood gushing out of his nose and perhaps even a bit of a broken nose at that. "She's got you on a leash, Wilson." He swallowed, wetting his dried mouth. "If I say I'm sorry for leaving you at the pound and give you a treat, will you come running back to me?" He spoke with a certain monotonous that always indicated that he was just being a dick. Everyone's heard it enough to recognize it.
On the other hand Wilson decided to ignore that remark and start tapping away on his phone. Scrolling through contacts in an attempt to make some sort of solution for this mess. âIâm handing you off to someone else House. Whether you like it or notââ he swung open the car door to the passenger seat, muttering a few âcarefulâs as he lowered the man into the seat. Impaired judgement kept him from stopping the bloody nose first, and instead opting to do it when he got into the driverâs seat first.
âAre you dialling Thirteen?â House tilted his head forwards, just letting his head hang before Wilson shoved a bundle of tissues against his face. In turn he winced and complained âoww!â dramatically. âBetter be Thirteen.â His voice all muffled by the tissues.
Little did he know, it was the nurse that worked under a couple of his former ducklings.
House usually didnât care for the other staff around the hospital, but he cared when he thought he could squeeze out some information out of some. Thatâs what heâd done to them. But not only did they refuse to sell out their fellow coworkers, they had also exacted revenge on him not too long ago. They didnât necessarily win but they also didnât lose.
What they were capable of doing, was bruising his ego.
After that, the two just kept interacting. The rivalry the two shared was almost akin to a friendship, but neither of them would admit to such a thing. After all, they hated each otherâs guts.
There was a mutual respect there though, hidden somewhere. Wilson liked to think that at least. He would mention it or make a comment about it to House but of course he was always met with a response likeâ
âTomato, To-mah-to. Only respect they ever receive from me is purely superficial. Happy to see them go, even happier when they turn around and I get to watch them leave.â
Wilson had rolled his eyes then, taking it as another one of those jerky comments House made to be a dick for the fun of it. The longer he had let it marinate though, and the tone shift at the time, perhaps it had an underlying meaning to it. Or he could just be giving him the benefit of the doubt. Again.
The car engine roared to life when Wilson inserted his car key, his other hand pressing his phone to his ear as he gave his friend one singular glance to make sure he wasnât doing something stupid. He wasnât. Just popping some more pills.
âWilson itâsââ a voice picked up. They paused, as if looking off to the side.
âItâs 10 pm. This is well after office hours.â They spoke with a certain exhaustion in their tone. Expected, to be fair. They were all employees of a hospital, hard to keep up a good amount of energy when youâre running around the place all the time. Especially a nurse.
âListen, I know this is a big request but,â he put his hand on the steering wheel, grunting when House would knock the butt of his cane against his forearm, âHouseâ youâre going to cause us to crash!â
âHouse? Heâs with you?â They sounded surprised at first before it all melted away, âOh, who am I kidding, of course heâs with you.â The tone of their voice simply went from quizzical to bemused really quick. âIâm not doing anything for that bastardâ this is too big a favour to ask of me Wilson.â Their indignation to aiding him in whatever he was about to ask didnât keep Wilson from having his foot on the gas pedal though. He was convinced he was going to have them agreeing by the time they get there. If they donât agree well⌠too bad they were going to show up to their house anyways.
As the conversation continued out on the phone, it didnât take long for House himself to realize who had been called to their rescue. It made him scoff in amusement, âoh yeah smart move Wilson. Get stick-up-their-ass to keep me from bleeding out at their place thatâll work out!â He raised his voice loud enough that he knew heâd be audible through the phone.
Wilson furrowed his brows, his mouth agape for a second as he struggled to formulate a sentence but they cut him off before he could.
âBleeding out? What the hell were you guys doing?â The concern was real but they eventually sputtered and tried to backpedal, âyou know weâre not close enough for me to be covering whatever illegal activities you guys are doing!â Which was reasonable reaction, honestly.
âNoâ noâ nothing illegal!â Wilson opposed, having to fight the urge to just knock his head against his steering wheel. God, it was like having two children in each ear yelling at him. House was talking about something but so were they. It just became a garbled mess. Not to mention the fact that he was still driving.
âI warned you. Weâre on our way.â In the end, Wilson stood his ground. Pocketing his phone, he would keep his eyes straightforward on the road.
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âYouâre lucky to have a friend like Wilson.â They murmured, lips pulled taut as they dabbed a cotton swab around the otherâs nasal area. It was reddened with blood, bits of it dark from it already coagulating and drying out. House remained still, for the most part. Pale blue eyes staring right at them, not necessarily happy about this situation either. He wasnât even tipsy anymore, just sober and in pain.
To be fair though, that was kind of regular day to day for him.
Houseâs eyes looked down briefly, flexing his fingers. âYeah? Well friends like Wilson end up dumping you to get butchered up on a chopping block.â Then he wiggled, âor I suppose on a kitchen counter.â Not even an amused noise from them. Just the knitting of brows as they were wary of his squirming to make his point.
They were firm with him, as many would have to be with House. A hand holding his face steady, thumb and index holding his chin so they could tilt his head if needed. House was surprisingly cooperative.
âWell good for you,â they paused their actions, giving him an obvious look over, ânobody actually likes old meat. Too tough, too chewy.â They scoffed, before going back to dabbing the bloody areas of his face. Unfortunately, heâd also gotten a busted lip. It wasnât drastic but it was most definitely going to take more than just a couple weeks to fully recover from it.
House had his neck craned up, brows furrowed a little as he stared up at the ceiling. His eyes would shift downwards, looking to his begrudging caretaker. They had their lips pursed, their eyes a bit sunken from a long day.
He took the time to look at them though. Oversized band shirt over a pair of shorts. If he craned his head to the side just a bit, he could see that their shirt had hiked up just a little. Resting right above the small of their back, making it so that the front draped down but their ass visible.
His obnoxious ogling was cut short when he felt a dull pain, hissing as he felt just a little too much pressure being applied on his wound.
âIâm doing this for free already. If you want more, youâre gonna have to pay.â They muttered, voice thick with sarcasm.
House let sucked in a breath, âis this about the hookers? Just because I support sex work doesnât mean Iâll let you drain me dry of my money! Youâre not even a hooker.â He winced again, but not because they pressed too hard again. It was more a culmination of his leg and the busted up face situation.
For a brief moment, their eyes softened. They paused for a moment, pulling away and putting down the cotton pad they had held in their hand.
âYour Vicodin?â They questioned, as if expecting him to already be reaching for any sort of pill bottle. House gave a frown, not even really trying to feel himself to find said pill bottle.
He clicked his tongue, âmust have dropped it back at the bar. Maybe Prince Charming will find it and return it to me and weâll live happily ever after.â Actually, he was pretty sure if he ever came face to face with the guy again, he was going to end up with a black eye next.
They rolled their eyes. âIâll get you something. Hold this.â They then passes him a bag of frozen⌠strawberries. Huh. Then they left the room, going to fetch something.
âDonât even bother,â he held the frozen strawberries, and instead of using it as intended he opens the bag and pops one in his mouth, âitâs not going to even work.â His face contorted when the frozen fruit touched his tongue.
He supposed that was effective too. Brainfreeze. Maybe once or twice.
âIâll just go on and skedaddle as soon as I can. Say, where are your car keys? A question of curiosity.â He called out, already turning his head to look about. When they popped their head back into the room they held what seemed to be clothes and a bottle of pills.
âYouâre not getting my keys House.â They huffed, before walking back to him. The grown man sitting on their kitchen island with his legs dangling off the side, shirt bloodied and smelling of a rank bar.
This exchange caused him to raise a brow.
Not necessarily because they wouldnât give him their car keys. But the fact that they held a change of clothes for him. Either they were just feeling generous, pitied him, or⌠they had actually planned for him to stay the night.
âAre you trying to get into my pants? You know, thereâs different ways to do thatââ
âYes I want to have sex with you.â
The two stared at each other. His mouth agape as if he was going to speak, but they cut him off.
âNo, House,â they gave an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose. âIâm not trying to have sex with you.â They dropped the clothes right next to him, âyou just smell like dog food and shit.â
Then they showed him the bottle they brought with them.
âIbuprofen? That shit doesnât do anything!â House reached out for it, though his tone spoke of a child who had maybe received fish sticks instead of his preferred mozzarella sticks.
At his complaint, they clenched their jaw. âEither take some or Iâm going to shove them down your throat.â That made him give a faux look of offence, âand you work at the hospital! Iâm surprised Cuddy hasnât canned you yet.â Though the look they gave him made him finally unscrew the cap.
They took a moment to watch him take a couple, before walking aside. âGo take that shower. Iâm not taking you anywhere, but honestly,â they turned to give him a look, âI wouldnât stop you from wandering out.â
House recognized that their first instinct might have actually been to care. Hence the actual attempt at cleaning up his mess. Even giving him clothes and letting him take a shower. But he also knew that their history wouldnât allow them to just will themselves to be happy around his presence.
Thatâs why, as a fuck you towards them and Wilson, he was going to stay. Prove Wilson wrong by pissing them off they just have to go yell at Wilson tomorrow morning.
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The bright light of the TV flickered, colours danced along the surface of his gruff face as he sat on the couch. He made himself comfortable in their home, meaning he made a mess of the living room. It was almost midnight now. They told him off earlier, but after him not budging the slightest, they just slinked away into their room.
He knew they were still awake though.
It was that stupid pirate cartoon. Only played at night! When else was he supposed to watch it?
âHouse.â
He looked over, a clueless expression on his face as he then looked to his wristwatch, âis it early morning already? Wait, nope. Go back to sleep.â He made a dismissive gesture with his hand, as if shooâing them away. From their own living room.
The look on their face wasnât even exasperation or frustration. They just looked done. They walked over, stepping in front of the television screen with their arms crossed. âTurn it off, you need rest.â
He tried to look around them at first, but it was all but futile! He groaned, âget out of the way. You really going to stand there the entire time?â The irritation in his voice didnât necessarily match the glint in his eye. Amusement, perhaps even a hint of a challenge in them.
They squinted their eyes at him.
It was always that. The look in his eyes that presented a challenge that was supposed to push people away. Yet for people as stupid as those who willingly stuck around House, it did the opposite. Before their own experiences, they always thought it strange for Wilson or hell, even Cuddy to entertain him. Because for a lack of a better word, that was exactly what they do.
Now that theyâve been in a similar position, they understand why.
âDoes it turn you on to be such a dick? Surely youâre getting some sort of sick gratification from what you do.â They sneered, approaching him and his smug son of a bitch face. He stared, like he always did, before turning his head and sticking out his lip a little âin thoughtâ.
Then he gave a shake of his head, his expression dumb as he said, âmy body says no but my mouth says yes.â Then taking a moment before furrowing his brow, âactually, pretty sure I mixed that up.â Just another one of his snarky remarks that made the recipientâs anger burn hotter. It wasnât even good, the things he said sometimes. Not objectively.
Sometimes they were so stupid that it provided the same effect. The same results. And that was all House ever wantedâ results.
Before they could get in another word though, House graciously interrupted them. âIâm not kidding. Step away.â He nudged his hand again, trying to wave them aside. His other? Rested on his thigh. Running along the problem site, up and down as if trying to soothe. Not that it ever worked.
âYou didnât take the ibuprofen.â
That seemed to strike a nerve. âNoâ I did. Would my incompetent nurse like to see me try again? Itâll only keep proving that Iâm right.â He inhaled sharply, wincing. âIt. Doesnât. Work.â
At that, they finally took one step to the side. Allowing for the light of the TV to light him up again. He was sweating, just a little bit, on his head. If he was in so much pain wouldnât he get up and go? Or was there something else he was trying to prove? Surely he didnât hate them enough to endure his own pain to inflict pain upon them. Then again, that would be a House thing to do.
Silently, they sat beside him.
House scrunched up his nose, turning his head as he shifted, leaning further back against the plush of the couch. "Thatâs it?â He let out a shallow breath, turning ever-so-briefly to look at them. They didnât return the gesture, just staring straight forward.
âThatâs it.â
There was a quiet lull between the two, only the over exaggerated voices of the pirate and the princess audible in their space. Quiet wasnât really Houseâs thing, though. He turned to them again, arm raised to rest against the back of the couch, âyouâre just giving up? Just like that?â
Giving up?
They snorted. âIâm not giving up anything. You were the one with expectations.â Then they finally turned to meet his eyes, âIâm not in the mood for games, House. If you arenât going to listen, then you arenât going to listen.â
For some reason, he looked confused. âYou donât just give up. Itâs the one thing that actually makes you interesting.â He spoke as if he was the one getting offended. Even if he wasnât planning on it now, they couldnât help but feel some anger bubbling up again. What did he want?
âThen you should fucking leave, shouldnât you, Greg?â They hissed under their breath, trying to turn back to the meaningless cartoon.
Out of all the petty things theyâve argued about, this felt the most genuine. Over an⌠animated cartoon?
âNo. I shouldnât. Youâre supposed toâ toâŚâ he paused, biting his tongue. As if the Gregory House was hesitating. When there was virtually no reaction from his uncharacteristic doubt, he grunted. âYouâre supposed to fight back. Keep me here.â
A look of surprise crept up to their face. âWhat?â They blurted out, turning back around to see the man with his head down, eyes flickering up to get one glance at their face. To see what reaction he had received. There were so many things that could be said. So many things they probably should have said. One of them being âget outâ which so gingerly danced upon the tip of their tongue.
His head swayed to the side, mouth opening once but then pressed together in a thin line.
This was probably the withdrawals talking. The pain talking. It wasnât anything he could really stop from spilling out, either way. âCome on. Youâre not stupid now, too.â He clenched his fist, then unclenched, nervously fidgeting. âYou might be boring but youâre not an idiot.â
âStop speaking in fucking riddles and spit it out.â
House scoffed, maybe out of amusement. He made eye contact again and straightened out his back just a little. âYou hate me. I like pissing you off.â They raised an eyebrow at this, opening their mouth to speak but House shut them up by just putting his whole hand over their mouth.
âShut up. I know, stating the obvious.â He mumbled, watching them carefully before slowly lowering his hand again once he deemed that it was âsafeâ. âBut you havenât made any real effort into pushing me out. And IâŚâ he furrowed his brows, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âI donât know.â It all came to an abrupt end. House looked at them as if he expected them to understand what he was saying. What all this stumbling over words meant. There was a certain look in his eyes though, one that had replaced his smug piece-of-shit look from before. The one they were used to.
Too many silences. Thereâd been too many between them in such a short period of time. But whose fault was that, huh?
âYouâre saying⌠that I⌠need you? Or what? That I like you?â Shock was still riddled all over their faceâ a mixture of shock and anger that is. Every time they calmed down he always managed to rile them up again. That has got to be a skill.
A sort of relief seemed to wash over him as he leaned back again. He made a gesture with his hand, giving them another look. The ever familiar House stare.
He was still playing a game. Whether or not his intentions were to simply screw around with them no longer mattered. Because even if he was being genuine the bastard didnât know how to express himself without hopping through loops. His reaction to them finishing his thought spoke louder than any sort of response he could have followed up with. Even if they said that it was completely untrue it was too late, he made up his mind.
His reaction also meant that the thought of them needing him wasnât a thought he disproved of.
They relaxed, eyes downcast for a second before they met his eyes again, âyouâre a piece of shit.â They muttered, eyes then shifting to his hand that was closest to them. His other was still on his thigh. It had been the entire time. Right now though, it slowed down its ministrations. His attention was on them.
âI should be proving you wrong.â They were slow, grazing their hand over his before interlocking their fingers with his. Warm. Stiff but not dismissive of the touch.
âBut youâd see through me, right? Because you always do. You know so much.â He didnât lean in, but they did. It was like the air had gone still, nothing held either of them back. Not sure House wanted to be held back in any way. Especially considering the way he looked to their lips, ever slightly parted for him.
He was quiet. Waiting. Wasnât this what he expected? Orâ something adjacent?
They tilted their head, lightly lifting themselves off the couch to reach him, leaning over him just a little. âYouâre not stopping me.â They mumbled, taking a brief pause. Their eyes stared at his face, appraising him. What did he look like? Hazy. Supposedly, they should back off now.
They got their answer. Didnât they?
âYouâre such a piece of shit.â They breathed out before kissing him. When did the mood change? Perhaps the very moment they decided to entertain his childish game of feelings.
House didnât waste any time to reciprocate. His hand moved off his thigh, hiking around their waist and pulling them close, so they didnât have to hover as much. Mouths moving in tandem, both of them warming up as hands travelled up and down and groped. He tried to advance, but they pushed back.
âDonât you even think it House.â They whispered against his lips, one of their hands on his other thigh and another against his chest. Kissing him again, he chased after them as they pulled back again to give him a smug smile, âunder my roof, my rules.â
âTaking my credit? For this? Didnât think you a thief.â He spoke, but his eyes were trained back on their lips.
âYou think I want the credit for initiating?â They muttered, their hand trailing up from his chest to his face. âNo. I want the credit for this.â They leaned back down, inching their bodies closer as they kissed again. As feverish as they were, the heat of the moment wasnât enough to cover the sudden sharp pain he felt on his lip.
His shoulders tensed, what was akin to a whimper slipping past his lips. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw them above him. A gleaming of something besides saliva on her own lips.
Houseâs hand goes up, pressing it gently against his lip, âyou bit me.â There was blood, not too much, but enough. It was the busted lip theyâd nurtured, now it was bleeding again. Yet he didnât find it at all insulting. Instead, he almost looked pleasantly surprised.
âWant me to kiss it all better?â They mused, chest heaving still, and giving him time to either accept or decline. Maybe they should have asked firstâ
âYouâd be sleeping on the couch if you didnât.â He hardly finished his sentence before he reached for them again, the two clawing at each other desperately as saliva and blood was smeared against their faces. They were kind enough to not do much more to fuck up his lip more, instead going to plant kisses against the side of his neck and down to his chest.
A few red imprints left in their wake, which looked like red lipstick at the time but would most certainly just look like dried blood in the morning. And most certainly not look like kisses.
The hickeys thoughâ that was most certainly going to be a conversation topic between House and Wilson in the morning.
âAdmit it House,â they murmured against his skin, their hands quickly working to unbutton his shirt, âyouâre the one who needs me.â They kissed and gently nipped at his skin, their hands moving to his belt when his upper body was exposed for them.
He tilted his head back, hissing out a breath as he tried to muster up some words without giving them too much gratification. Looking back, he eyed their close proximity to where he needed them most. âSays the one with their hands practically down my pants.â
âFine. Iâll take them out.â
âDonât you dare.â
Guess they were both going to be sleeping on the couch that night.
#krenâs writing#house md#gregory house#greg house#james wilson#malpractice md#greg house x reader#house x reader#house md x reader#x reader#dom reader#sub house#bottom house#they make out#hes stupid#reader is also kinda stupid#but we love them for it#hopefully hes not too ooc#ive been tryna write this one for like a week đ#house whimpers once here#house#wilson#some hilson ⌠at the beginning#cant help myself#fanfic#oneshot#house md fanfiction#gregory house x reader#gender neutral reader#third person
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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!
hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!
beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol
pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader
wc: 9.1k
DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.
CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)
have fun ;)
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This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that youâve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Erenâs ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music heâs blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.
âCome on, Eren. Itâs just one night!â
âAnd what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly âbreak upâ?â Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.
âI just canât face him alone,â you sigh, âitâs only been four months and Sasha told me heâs hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I havenât even had a drunken makeout at the bar.â
âSo? Just because Jeanâs been whoring around doesnât mean you have anything to prove.â Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.
âYouâre my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.â
âWho would even believe us? Itâs not like itâs a huge party- we know everyone going.â
You cock an eyebrow. âHow many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connieâs been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other dayââ
âFine!â
âFine?â
âFine. Iâll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,â Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, âIâm going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.â
He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your âdateâ. Heâs in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she wonât consider you to have downgraded, thatâs for sure.
You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.
You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Erenâs typical attire âjust to be cuteâ. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but youâve already gotten everything lined up, and itâs too late for regret.
Itâs far too late for hindsight, too; youâre already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if youâre my fake girlfriend, youâre getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.
Eren parallel parks smoothly on Arminâs quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friendsâ cars. Itâs Connieâs birthday, but Armin always hosts. Itâs an unspoken rule at this point; you arenât sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.
When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic heâs had since high school. âYou ready?â
âReady as Iâll ever be,â you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. âOw!â
âI open the door, remember?â Eren says, visibly annoyed.
You roll your eyes at him.âIsnât this a bit much?â
âYou think Iâm going to be caught dead letting my âgirlfriendâ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.â
You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. âFine.â
If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.
As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than youâre willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Erenâs fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. âWe better pull this off.â
âItâll be fine, just follow my lead.â Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Arminâs bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.
âHiâŚguys?â Arminâs friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Arminâs wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Arminâs intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.
âSup, âmin?â Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Arminâs shoulder.
âCome on in.â Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesnât outright ask why Erenâs holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.
Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connieâs favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Arminâs recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Arminâs bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that thereâs only one unoccupied seat left in the room.
âMy two favorite lovebirds!â Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sashaâs impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand thatâs closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. âYou guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?â
âLaying it on a little thick, Sash,â you whisper into Sashaâs ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.
âWhat?â Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. âHow long has that been a thing?â
You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explainâ
âJust a few weeks.â The still-strange weight of Erenâs arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Erenâs quite the actor.
âYeah,â you jump in, grateful for Erenâs lead, âwe just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, thatâs all.â
âSasha knew.â Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.
âItâs about time.â Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. âGood for you guys.â
You canât help yourself, finally meeting Jeanâs eyes. Heâs openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.
âThanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,â Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.
The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; youâve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jeanâs comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.
âNot your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.â You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. Itâs been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.
âAnyway,â Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, âwhat bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.â
The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the eveningâs next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter whoâs around.
âI need a drink,â you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.
âDo you mind getting me one, babe? Donât want to lose our seat.â Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jeanâs eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.
Over the years youâve been friends with him, itâs never been lost on you that Erenâs attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like youâre seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jawâs grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and heâs your best friend and now fake boyfriendâ you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.
âWant me to make you one?â Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. âConnie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you canât taste any of it!â
One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. Youâve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sashaâs offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. âUmâŚno, thatâs okay Sash. Iâll probably just stick to beer.â
Connie sticks his tongue out at you. âBoring!â
Predictably, Sasha pouts. âOkay, but weâre definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?â
Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who canât pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.
âFine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and Iâll meet you in there.â
âUgh, couples,â Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. Youâve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you canât blame him.
Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Dazeâs between Reiner and Bertholdtâs domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.
You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Erenâs behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.
âHowâs it going?â Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.
âI mean, it seems like everyoneâs buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.â
âWhat were you expecting? Heâs always thought Eren had a thing for you.â
âEveryone thinks Eren has a thing for me,â you roll your eyes, âat least itâs working in my favor now.â
Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. âIf you donât think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.â
âSashaââ
âI mean, even if you hadnât told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That itâs just natural for you two toââ Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. âJust makes ya think.â
âSasha!â Connie calls from the living room. âLetâs do Eye of the Tiger first!â
âWoo!â Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.
You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sashaâs observations. The truly irritating thing is that sheâs entirely right. Not only do Erenâs little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feelsâŚnice. Itâs as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connieâs amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.
Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jeanâs angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annieâs nodding along with whatever Erenâs saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you arenât exempt from.
Youâd met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldnât stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charmingâ to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series youâd been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?
He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.
âMissed you,â he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.
âYou too,â you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Erenâs eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, itâs impossible to discern if itâs part of the act, or Eren being himself.
His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldnât help but wonder how theyâd feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on yourâ
Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.
The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but heâs still Eren.
âTheyâre practically in sync already.â Hitch, Marcoâs girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.
âItâs a little freaky,â Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. Thatâs enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyoneâs just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.
Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.
âIâll go talk to him,â Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.
âEren, I donât know if you should-â
âItâs fine,â Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasaâs eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Erenâs walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.
Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are âtalkingâ. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.
âAre you alright?â The question comes from Armin, whoâs placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. âIâm sorry that Jean isnât taking the news well.â
âThereâs no news,â Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.
A neat little cross appears between Arminâs eyebrows. âTheyâre-â
âFaking,â she interrupts Armin, âthey arenât dating.â
Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. âHowâd you know?â
âOne of you would have told me,â she shrugs, âor at least Iâd like to think you would.â
âItâs justâŚI couldnât bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.â You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. Itâs your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.
âWhy would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,â Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, âI- I donât mean youâre silly, just, you shouldnât-â
âYou know.â Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.
A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.
Eren has Jean pinned up against Arminâs cabinets, forearm tight against the other manâs neck. Jeanâs still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Erenâs eyes.
âNeed to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschsteinââ
âEren!â Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. âLet him go!â
âDo you want to tell her what you said, or should I?â Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jeanâs eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.
He spits directly in Erenâs face.
Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jeanâs cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reinerâs shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.
âItâs my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!â Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.
âJaeger- back off!â Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, whoâs struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.
âMaybe we should leave,â he suggests awkwardly, âtake the party elsewhere.â
You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.
âWe are,â he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.
âEren, waitââ you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but itâs fruitless. Erenâs strong, stronger than you, and you donât stand a chance stopping him now that his mindâs made up.
He doesnât drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; itâs more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.
Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isnât taking you to your house, but to his. What heâs thinking, you canât be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just canât wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like thatâ Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.
Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Erenâs faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.
âThe fucking child lock button?â You leap out of your seat once heâs opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. âIs that what I am, Eren, a child?â
âCome inside.â Erenâs voice is low, dangerous. Youâre too angry to indulge his temper.
âNo,â you snap, âIâm going home.â
No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. âCome inside.â
You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you arenât sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.
âCome inside, please,â Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide youâll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least itâll catch him off guard, and youâll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.
Whether Erenâs house smells like him or Eren smells like his house youâve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily itâs a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. Youâre more than ready, fists shaking by your side.
âWhat the hell was that, Eren?â
He doesnât answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.
âAnswer me!â Your voice rattles the cabinets. âYeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connieâs birthdayââ
âYou didnât hear what he said,â Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.
âWhat could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had toââ
âIt was about you.â Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.
Your heart stutters. âYouâ what did he say?â
âTold me if I wanted to taste your âslutty pussyâ so bad, I could just smell his breath. Sâwhy he spit in my face.â Erenâs fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.
Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. âHeâŚhe said that?â
âWhy didnât you tell me youâd been fucking him?â Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.
âExcuse me?â
âDonât play dumb,â Eren snaps, âthis whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?â
âI havenât been fucking him,â you hiss, âhe lied because he was jealous. And youâre not some toy, youâreâ youâre my best friend. I needed you.â
Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years youâve known him, heâs never looked at you like this before, not once. âSay it again.â
âYouâre myââ
âThe other thing.â
âI needed you.â
âAgain.â
âI neededâ fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?â
He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. Heâs forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. âSay it one more time.â
âIâŚneeded you,â you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologneâ when did he start wearing cologne?â musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.
âI like the way you say that,â his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. âThat you need me.â
Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.
âDo you still?â
âStill?â
âNeed me.â
You blink, eyes still watery. âHow?â
âYouâre a smart girl,â Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, âyou know. Youâve always known.â
You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.
âI still need you. Now.â
Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Heâs kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. Itâs all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.
âThis shirt is ridiculous,â Eren pants into your mouth, âwish I wasnât about to rip it off of you.â
A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Erenâs chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; heâs big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.
His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. âIâm going to take you to my room. If thatâs not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.â
You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. âI want it- want you.â
Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.
Oh, and do you watch. Itâs difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. Youâve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.
Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.
âCareful, Erenâ youâll leave marks,â you gasp, pulling at his hair.
âGood,â Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, âyou wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didnât you? Let them see.âÂ
Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.
âFuck, you have no idea,â he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, âwhat you do to me. How long Iâve wanted you.â
Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Erenâs confession and the way youâre clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.Â
âRememberâŚâ Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, âremember college? When youâd wear those slutty little dresses out?â
âI remember,â you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.
âUsed to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,â Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, âcould practically see it in those short ass dresses. Iâd cum thinking about how youâd sound when I stuck my tongue in it.â
A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Erenâs pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes heâs making across your clit are making you dizzy.
âFuckâŚâ Eren trails off, eyes wide, âgot such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.â
âEren, please,â youâve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.
âIâve got you,â he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. âSo fucking sweet. Knew you would be.â
Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Erenâs no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.
He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; heâs teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you donât even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.
Eren chuckles. âYou need something?â
âStop fucking with me,â you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.
âYou want me to stop fucking with you?â
âPlease, Eren, I need youââ
âThatâs all you had to say.â
And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like heâs trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds youâve ever heard slipping from your mouth. Heâs so good, better than youâve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.
Just when you think it canât get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.
âMy girl likes being full, doesnât she?â He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.
âM-more,â you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.
âWhat was that?â You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
âI needâ fuckâ I need more.â
âMagic word?â
âPlease, Eren, fuck!â
âGood, good girl,â he coos, pushing another finger into you, âso sweet and needy for me, yeah?â
Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.
âW-what are youâ oh,â you hate yourself for it, but you canât even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; itâs just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but itâs more intense, wetter than youâve ever felt it.Â
âClose?â
âMhm,â you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where youâre pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. âBut it- it feels weirdâŚI, I canâtââ
âSh,â he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, âyou can do it, just for me, I know you can. Itâs going to feel so good, youâll see.â
Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need toâ
âCum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.â
The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Erenâs face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You canât even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.
âYou have the messiest little cunt,â Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, âknew you were a squirter.â
He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.Â
âIâIâve neverâŚâ you take a shaky breath in between every word, ânever done that before.â
Pride illuminates his face. âReally? I knew you could do itâ just for me, right?â
You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. âYour cock, Iâ I want it in my mouth. Please let me.â
You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. âNext time. Iâd never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.â
Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. Heâs big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldnât touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.
Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. âChrist,â he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.
âPlease, Eren- oh!â You jump; Erenâs circling your asshole, using the mess youâve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. âErenâŚâ
âYouâd let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,â he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. âMaybe next time, then.â
You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.
âOh, baby,â Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, ânever gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.â
âEren, itâs soâ oh my god,â you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.
âFuck,â he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, âyou feel so fucking good. Best Iâve ever had.â
You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; youâre just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.
And when he rolls his hips into yoursâ you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.
âNever giving this pussy up,â Eren grunts above you, ânever letting you give this to anybody else again. Itâs mine, isnât it?â
You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. Heâs picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that itâs Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.
âSay itâs mine,â his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. âGod, you look fucking incredible. Say it.â
âMyâŚmy pussy is,â you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, âyours. Itâs yours.â
âThatâs my girl,â Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, âmy pussy, my girl. Isnât that right?â
âYes,â you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.
Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. Itâs toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.
You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, heâs studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. Thereâs a moment happening here, an important one, one you donât have the mental capacity to absorb right now.
âI want to see you now,â Eren says quietly, âneed to see your pretty face when I cum, mâkay?â
You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.
Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Erenâs pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.
You stare into Erenâs eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. Itâs a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.
âYour other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?â
âHeâs not my-â
âBetter not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,â Erenâs voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.
You find your words, but they come out quiet. âHeâs not. Never again.â
Erenâs grin grows darker. Heâs nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. Heâs pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.
âSuch a good girl,â he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, âsuch a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.â
You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. Youâre addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.
âIâŚâ you arenât sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. âYou feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.â
âGod, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, donât you?â Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. âLove how I fuck you like a whore, donât you? Tell me, baby.â
âI love it,â your voice is quivering, and youâre vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. Youâre overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.
âMy pretty baby, youâre so fucking perfect,â Eren rambles, âso pretty when you cry for me.â
You canât break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Erenâs letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.
âGonna cum soon,â he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, âgonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?â
âOkay,â you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.
âFuck, you like that donât you?â He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. âYou want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?â
You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. âIâ I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.â
He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know itâs a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.
Itâs Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. Heâs incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.
âHoly shit,â Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, youâre overcome with the urge to smack him.
âThatâs one way of putting it.â You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadnât just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. âI should probably call Jean back.â
That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. âWhy?â
âMaybe he wants to apologize.â
Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you arenât sure where heâs taking you, but all the fightâs been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. âWho fucking cares?â
âI might,â you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize heâs carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldnât begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.
Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.
âYou donât need him,â he says, solemn as youâve ever seen him, âand from what I saw tonight, you donât even want him. You know that now, right?â
Thereâs something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.
âI justââ
âI meant it, you know,â Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, âIâve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.â
You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. âReally?â
âWe donât need to get into it now,â he shrugs, âbut you know that. You know Iâd do anything for you. You know Iâd treat you well. âM not a bad guy.â
Your chest aches. âI know, but Erenââ
âSo that wasnât the best sex youâve ever had in your life?â He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.
âYou might have me there.â
âBetter than horseface?â
âWatch it.â
The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. âWe wonât talk about it, for now at least. Iâll get us cleaned up, and we can go watchââ
âMamma Mia,â you blurt, hopeful.
âNo fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.â
âEren!â You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.
He grins crookedly back at you. âThatâs not a no.â
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zoro with a huge cock he doesn't know what to do with it
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cw. fem! reader, breeding kink if u squint, inexperienced!virgin! zoro (but itâs not mentioned), zoro lowkey acts like a pervert, solo male masturbation, hand/blowjob, cowgirl position, lots of cum, awkward boners, boob job, facials, creampie and/or breeding, damn this shit kinda long :/
note. this was supposed to be a 500 word thirst but i ended up writing this 2.3k monstrosity. so enjoy!
zoro whoâs dick is so big & thick he doesnât know what to doâevery time heâd get a hard-on itâd always end up being awkward causeâ anyone whoâd be there present with him would be able to notice it. The baggy clothes heâd be wearing would sometimes help him cover up his ridiculously huge erection but zoro still thinks it wasnât enough coverage.
And when zoro thought it coudnât get any worse, you suddenly came in the picture. Making the poor man suffer from even more awkward boners.
When he would be hanging around the crew but suddenly heâd get a sudden flash of your face & then heâd be put into this awkward situation. Having to rush to the nearest bathroom in the sunny to take care of his hardening cock.
The whole time zoro was in the bathroom, he would be letting out frustrated groans, he was stroking his cock in an aggressive mannerâthrowing his head back in frustration and groaning causeâ he was nowhere near his release. And he wishes you were there with him. Because, come on, you were the reason for all this to being with.
Despite zoroâs huge dick, he had heavy breeder balls thatâre filled with his hot sperm <3 And zoro sometimes wishes you were with him right now, so he could empty his balls deep insides your cunt. Itâs a real shame you arenât a member of the straw hats, otherwise, zoro would have you stuffed with his massive cock all the time.
Everytime zoro goes off to jerk off, itâd always end up with him edging himself. He thinks heâs doing something wrong at this pointâno matter how fast and rough he would be stroking his shaft, it was nowhere near enough and he would never be able to orgasm. Zoro started thinking that the reasoning for this is his ridiculously huge cock. That has to be the reason.
Every time zoro would finally be close to having sex, the person heâs about to fuck always ends up running away as soon and they see his sheer size. So he has been always insecure about his dick size, heâs supposed to be the greatest swordsman for fucks sake. And here he is worrying about the size of his dick.
Maybe if he had a medium sized dickâhe would be able to cum as many times as he wants. But with this big one? Yeah, zoro doesnât think heâll be able to know what an orgasm feels like any time soon.
That was until zoro bumped into you coincidentally, you greeted him with a sheepish smile and pulled him into an unexpected hug, the poor man felt his face grow hot,, and suddenly his cock was slowly hardening. Zoro curses under his breath, scolding himself mentally, this was not the right time for this.
You were babbling about things you saw on your journey, all while using hand gestures to explain things, you had a small spark in your eyes and zoro could almost feel bad for ignoring whatever you were saying and instead focusing on the way your tits bounced with every move you made, and his eyes travelled downwards to where your crotch was. Your pussy was covered from the layers of clothes you were wearing.
Zoro couldnât hide it anymore, his erection was poking his clothes and zoroâs face immediately went pale once he saw you take a glimpse of his hard-on. âZoro we can continue talking in the sunny if thatâs alright with you? âM just tired of standingâ and zoro immediately agreed, thinking you actually just wanted to talkâcause what else would you do? A sweet innocent, angel like you wouldnât pull anything inappropriate.
Zoro had a confused expression when he saw you enter his room instead of just going to sit in the main area, he had an even more confused expression when he saw you lock the doorâleaving you two trapped in his room. And when you made zoro sit on the edge of his bed as you went down on your knees, thatâs when zoro completely lost it, finally understanding your true intentions.
His lips curved into a smirk once you started tugging on his baggy pants, âoh?â he chuckles, zoro really wasnât sure about this. He was worried that you might get scared and leave if you saw his ridiculously large cock. âyou sure yaâ wanna do this?â and you looked up at him with pleading doe-eyes, you pulled down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact; âmhm, wanna have you cum on my face nâ tits, please?â
Zoroâs breath hitched, completely mesmerized from the view in front of him. You finally tugged down his pants, his cock slapping you in the faceâzoro immediately muttered a âsorryâ his face already turning red. But you honestly didnât mind, what shocked you more was how big zoro was, you knew he was going to be big by the way his erection was poking his pants but not this big.
His tip itself was huge, it was mushroom shaped and had a pinkish color to it, his shaft was a very light shade of almond, pre-cum dripping down his base and you couldnât help but worry if itâll be able to fit inside your mouth or if itâd be able to go between your tits. While you took your time eyeing it, zoro immediately grew worried & insecureâis it too big? did you not like it? And then zoro thought that what if you wonât be able to make him cum as well? He had so many futile jerking off sessions he doesnât know if heâll be able to cum anymore.
Zoro was snapped out of his thoughts when you wrapped your small hands around his dick, you had to use both hands to be able to fully satisfy zoro. You started with his tip, circling your thumb around the head until zoro started groaning from the feeling. Slowly moving down to the base and giving it small strokes using both hands, zoro gripped the sheets of his bedâit was completely different from what does.
Zoro would usually just go straight into it, moving his hands rough and fast to get himself to cum but it never worked. But now that you were the one doing it for him, it felt way better than when he does it alone. You were cradling his cock, kneading the tip gently, moving your hands very gently and slow. It was like you were teasing zoro the difference was that it felt so fucking amazing.
You withdrew your hands and zoro groaned in response, his face was flushed red as he took a quick glance at you, his eyes fluttered shut once he saw you positioning his dick between your breasts. He moaned at the soft feeling of your tits around his cock, swallowing his saliva when you took his tip in your mouth, sucking on the fat head of his cock sloppily.
âA-Ahhâshitââ he murmured, running his hands through his hair as he watched your tits swallow his entire length once you squeezed them together. The tip of his cock remained in your mouth, your tongue was wrapped around itâwhile you kept sucking on it messily. Drool kept dripping from the side of your chin and coating your tits, you looked up at zoro, his head was thrown back as he gripped the sheets beneath him.
When zoro decided to take a small glimpse of your state right now, he immediately regrets it. His huge tip was bulging in your mouth, a few tears covering your lashline, you were squishing your breasts together as you slightly bounced your body. And now, zoro was letting out low hisses, his thighs trembled, cock twitched, and now he was cumming all over your face and tits.
You looked up at zoro with a shocked expression and a cum covered face and zoro himself was shocked as well. He was trying to process this, is this how am orgasm feels like? âcause fuck, heâs already addicted to the feeling of it.
You licked off the white stains from your face, you got up and pushed zoro back on his bed. âCan i ride you? Pretty please?â zoroâs eyes widened, face becoming even more flushed that even his ears turned red. âI-uh, Are you sure?â you nodded your head, you just had to prepare yourself before taking his stupidly big cock.
You grabbed zoroâs hands, pulling out his middle and index finger, you placed them above your panties, moving zoroâs handsâcausing his fingers to rub your clothed cunt, zoro lets you do as you please, watching in amusement as you used him for your own pleasure. Once you took off your panties, you guided zoroâs fingers to your clit, making him rub it until you were moaning from the feeling.
âI think i g-got it, so let me do itâ zoro offers and you immediately agreed, letting go of his hands as zoroâs fingers trailed to where your small hole was. This is where his cock was supposed to go? Holy shit. He pushes in his thick digits & your walls immediately clamped down on them, zoro starts with slow thrusts of his fingersâand you were already dripping on them.
With only a few more thrusts, you were already close, zoroâs fingers were already too thick and fulfillingâyou canât imagine howâd it feel to be fucked by his huge dick instead of his fingers. You grabbed zoroâs hands which startled him, âs-stop, wanna cum on your cock instead, pleaseâ zoro raised a brow but obeyed nonetheless, retracting his fingers from your drooling cunt.
You placed your hands on his abs for balance as you positioned yourself on top of zoroâs cock, slowly pushing down, your body quivered, breath caught short as the tip was slowly penetrating you and you could already feel the stretch from just the tip alone. And shortly, his whole length was inside you, you still couldnât moveâtrying to adjust his ridiculous size.
And zoro couldnât take it anymore, he wanted you to move, the warmth of your pussy and the way it was sucking him all the way in felt all too good but he canât stop thinking about how great itâd feel if youâd just fucking move. He then took ahold of your wrists and thrusted his hips upwards, a scream left you, âw-wait zoro!â you werenât expecting for zoro to be this inpatient.
He thrusted into you one more time, as tears started covering your lashlineâhe was stretching you so good right now, particularly splitting you open. âFeels so good, fuckâ he sighs, feeling your walls clamp down on him, zoroâs eyes fluttered shut, gripping your waist with both hands as he bounced you up and down his cock.
Zoro traces the outline his cock is leaving on your stomach, was this him inside you? He threw his head back, feeling you clench down on him every time the tip hits your cervix. âYouâre so good, so good fâmeâ he coos, and all you could do was nod in response. Tears streaming down your cheeks as you try and bounce on his cock but ending up as a whimpering mess, leaning on zoro for support.
His cock was deep inside you, a bulge visible on your tummy, his hips were pressed against your ass, and his hands were wrapped around your waist. God, You couldnât ask for more than this, no, zoro couldnât ask for more. He already came earlier and fuck, it felt so good.
Everytime zoro would thrust upwards, he would let out a hiss, droopy eyeâs looking down at your messy face. âshit, youâre so tightâ heâd groan, watching as your body trembles with every thrust, as obscene sounds slipped past your lips.
âz-zoro,â and zoro swears he could cum just by the sound of you calling out his name, âgnnaâ cum, so close!â you threw your head back as you gripped zoroâs hair, your eyes rolled back as your whole body quiveredâ pornographic moans left you as you came all over zoroâs cock.
Zoro brought up a hand to your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks, removing a strand of hair and tugging it behind your earâzoro then gave you a quick peck on the lips. His hands finding their way around your waist once again.
And it wasnât long after zoro was also near his climax, zoro pressed a hand to his mouth to soak up the moans heâs struggling to hold in while his other hand still held your waist down. Zoroâs thighs trembled, bucking into you until he was cumming deep inside you, stuffing you to the hilt with his thick, creamy cum.
And after that incident, you were zoroâs personal flashlight. Always having his cum on either your tits, face or inside your mouth or/and cunt. You were always getting fucked by zoro, well this was bound to happen â he finally found someone he could give his cum to.
You couldnât say that you were used to his size, youâd still always get shocked whenever his cock would basically slap you in the face. Always having to do hours of prep to make it fit. And as always, youâd getting fucked too dumb youâd pass out while zoro was still thrusting into you.
Sometimes heâd get too riled up and would slam his cock into your âtoo smallâ cunt without any prep and would finally release you when he has already stuffed you with his cum at least five times. He would sometimes make you walk around with his cum dripping down your legs and would watch from afar as you try to run to the nearest valley to clean yourself up.
Despite being stretched by his cock way too many times, youâd always feel tight for zoro and youâd also always feel like his splitting you open every time.
And youâre not sure if youâre supposed to be happy that you got yourself a dumb boyfriend with a stupidly big cock which he doesnât know how to use without your help.
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Soothe and pamper.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x lover!fem!reader
Summary: it had been a long week of hunting, and Dean said he was fine⌠until you came in, of course.
Content: fluff, Dean being needy and overdramatic (and clingy), no use of y/n, Sam being the third wheel (kind of)
English is not my first language, sorry if there are any mistakes!
Word count: 653
Dean Winchester was a master at the "I'm fine" act. After years of being on the hunt, he could brush off a rough week like it was second nature. So, when Sam asked if he was okay after their latest exhausting hunt, he just scoffed, as usual.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine." Dean said, waving a dismissive hand like he was brushing off a pesky fly, as if he hadn't spent the last seven days chasing after demons across two states.
"Quit worrying, Sammy."
Sam raised an eyebrow but didn't press any further. This was like Dean's default settingâdeny, deflect, and pretend like everything was cool, even if he looked like he'd been chewed up and spat out.
But then, you walked into the room.
As soon as Dean caught sight of you, his entire demeanor shifted. The tough-as-nails hunter, who moments ago had been shrugging off his brother's concern, let out an over-the-top groan so loud it echoed through the bunker.
You barely had a chance to say a word before Dean threw himself into your arms like a wounded soldier returning from battle.
"This weekâoh, you wouldn't believe it!" He buried his face into your shoulder with a pitiful groan, his voice muffled against your shirt. "It's been so bad, baby. So bad."
You could feel the weight of his body sag against yours, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck.
It would've been pathetic if it wasn't so funny.
"I don't know how I made it out alive," Dean continued, pulling back just enough to look at you with wide, puppy-dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in an exaggerated pout. "The food was nasty, the motel beds were terrible, and don't even get me started on the demons!"
You ran your fingers through his hair as he rambled on, completely lost in the comfort of being with you.
"Do you see this?" He gestured toward his body. "I'm a broken man."
Sam, watching this unfold, rolled his eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "You've gotta be kidding me."
And Dean ignored him completely.
"You're the only one who understands, sweetheart." He whined, clinging onto you like his life depended on it. "Sam's no help, he doesn't get it."
"Dean," you said, struggling to keep a straight face. "You were fine like five seconds ago."
"What are you talking about?" He squeezed you tighter, feigning innocence. "I was just holding it all in. I didn't want to scare Sammy. But now... now I can finally let it all out."
"Uh-huh," you said dryly. "And how much of this is just you wanting to get pampered?"
Dean gasped in mock offense, pulling back to look at you again. "Me? Using my genuine suffering to get pampered? I would neverâ"
You raised an eyebrow at him.
He hesitated for a second, then smirked. "Okay, maybe a little."
Sam snorted in the background, shaking his head as he headed for the door. "You two are ridiculous," he called over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
You sighed, shrugging your shoulders. "Well, what can I do to make it better, Dean?"
He was still leaning heavily into your embrace. "You. Me. Bed. Cuddles... for my emotional well-being, of course."
You smiled slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "And all your troubles will disappear?"
"Exactly," Dean grumbled, sounding so serious you had to hold back a laugh. "Exactly." He sighed, content now, taking advantage of the situation for all it was worth.
"And if you throw in a back rub, I'll be a whole new man by morning." He added, his lips twitched into a smile.
"Alright, drama queen. But only because I know how hard it is to be you." you laughed softly.
"You're the only one who understands." Dean murmured, his voice filled with gratitude.
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how about old!logan with the filthiest mouth one could ever speak, full with nasty and degrading pet names. just rough and mean logan treating the reader đŤ đŤ
note: this takes place in the Honda Odyssey⌠we can make the man filthier by the wayâŚ
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âWell, you guys are fucking stupid, so, itâs not a surprise weâre lost,â y/n crossed her arms in the back seat as Wade drove through the woods, trying to get to the place Nicepool had me roomed for them to form a team.
âYou ainât the smartest sheep either. Batting your fuckinâ eyelids at Jonny,â Logan scoffed next to her before leaning back in his to rest.
After Wade had told him that there might not be a way to save his world, heâs been in a bad mood. Ever since she met him, heâs been in a bad mood.
âYeah, but sadly heâs not here with us, right Wade?â Y/n sarcastically asked, making Wade sigh loudly. âHe should have said those things about her!â Wade shouted.
âThis whole trip is fucking ridiculous. Like seriously, Wade. Why the fuck did you bring me along to save this drunk fuck!?â Y/n complained, making Logan chuckle.
âTo save your shitty world,â Logan said under his breath. âHey! Thatâs my world too!â Wade argued. âYeah â Thatâs why I said that shit,â
âNot like yours is better,â y/n mumbled, making Logan snap his head towards her. Y/n continued looking out of the window, not caring how he felt about her words.
âThe fuck you say?â The man asked in a clearly angry tone. âAlright, letâs just cool our dicks and think about a place to eat at after we get out of this shit hole, hm?â Wade asked the two, but they both ignored him.
âNah, I wanna hear what the little bitch has to say,â Logan called the young lady out of her name, making her snap his own neck at him. âBitch!? No wonder you could never keep a woman. In every universe!â She shot for his heart.
âThatâs something you donât have to worry about because Ian pickinâ a little brat like you,â Logan tried saying something back in an instant like her comment didnât hurt. He knew calling her out of her name was shitty, but heâs going through it right now.
The man was pulled from his universe being told he had a chance to save it. Not even two hours later, he was told it was an educated wish.
âNot like you can get in my pants anyways limp dick,â y/n spat, making the man chuckle. He was cocky. He always has been, and his age wasnât going to throw that away.
âYouâre an easy little girl. You would even be able to handle me,â the man looked the girl up and down, giving a look that made her roll her eyes. âYou fuckinâ wish,â she said before turning back to the window.
âOh, honey bun, he does! Maybe yâall can fuck it out in here before we make it home. Got a long way to go,â Wade almost sang.
The two went silent, not declining or accepting. They were just angry, and Wade swore having a small fuck-session would help.
Y/n felt eyes on her through the silence. She told herself not to look back, but she had to. She wanted to see the manâs face, and god, was he fine. She hated admitting to it, but he was.
The way he looked at her legs, made her shift in her seat, growing nervous from the older manâs gaze.
âAs I said â Little girl canât handle it,â Logan finally looked up at the girl with a smirk, smelling the way she grew wet in seconds, and she didnât know he could. She was clueless which made the situation funnier to him.
âI can handle more than you think. Your dick probably wouldnât be able to stand up anyway, so stop lookinâ at me like that you perv,â y/n tried covering her legs, but there was no use.
âOh, go fuck yourself,â the man rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his seat. âDo it yourself, coward,â y/n said under her breath. She thought she was quiet enough until his head snapped back at her and Wade gasped.
âOh, you nasty little peanut,â Wade giggled. âOh, you want me to fuck you?â Logan asked, giving that stupid smirk again. âWhat!? I never said that,â y/n lied, trying to think of something to stop this conversation.
âOh, but you did, bub,â Logan felt like he was shifting closer, but y/n kept her eyes off of him. âDonât go silent on me now, bub. If you need a little cock to fix that attitude, I can do it,â
The instant confidence he had, made the girl nervous. What the fuck is she going to do?
âDonât need cock,â the girl spoke quietly. âI think you do,â the manâs hand was now on the grips thighs, gripping it a bit rough to get a reaction.
Y/n turned and swung, going to hit the man somewhere, but he got her fist and pushed it away before hovering over her body.
âYouâre feisty for a girl whoâs soaking wet,â the man said, confusing y/n. âYou can smell her that bad!?â Wade asked, wanting to know if all. âOh, yeah, and she smells sweet,â Logan admitted as his hands tugged on her belt.
âLetâs see if Iâm right,â Logan ripped y/nâs belt off and shorts down her legs, exposing her pretty lace panties. âLogan! Fuckinâ get off!â Y/n fought back, but he knew she could do better.
âYou sure? Kinda looks a little messy down here,â the man laughed at her girl as he spews her legs, seeing the dark spot grow. Before she could say another word, he ripped her panties off, making her yell at him more.
âPretty little cunt. Maybe if you werenât so bitchy, Iâd eat it, but I have different plans for you today,â Logan wiped a finger across her lips before taking them to his mouth to suck.
âYep â Sweeter than peach, Wade. Didnât know you had sluts as friends,â Logan laughed again as he fumbled with his own belt. âLogan!â Y/n still shouted, kicking and slapping but he had his single hand pinning her shoulder down.
âLook on the bright side, peanut â Youâll get some dick and maybe thatâll energize you for our fight?â Wade said about anything to hide the fact he loved hearing Logan get the way he gets.
âFuck you, Wade!â Y/n yelled at the man. âNah uh, only I do that to you,â y/n almost forgot about Logan until she looked down, seeing his cock out in his head, stoking and leaking pre cum.
âGot me so fuckinâ hard. You know how good you look fighting? How pretty you are yappinâ that damn mouth? Could only think about you under me -- where you belong,â
Logan struggled but made his way in between her legs. âFuck you! Fuck you, a-and Wade! Youâll last two seconds,â y/n tried laughing at the man to seem tough as usual, but he shut her right up with a hard thrust into her cunt.
âWhat was that? Two seconds? If I lasted a short time, itâs because this cunts so fuckinâ soaked, not because Iâm old, baby,â
Y/nâs hands pushed at the manâs stomach, trying to slow him down and stop him from pushing hitting the right spot with each thrust he gave.
âS-Stop!â The girl whined already, feeling the knot in her stomach build and her breathing get spotty. He was huge and hard. Harder than she thought a man his age could be.
âDonât think you want that, baby. No, you want me to fuck this pretty little girl till she cried and leaks on the seat,â Logan whispered in her ear as his own breath became heavy.
âGod, you guys are hot. Love the play date you guys are having! Maybe give me a review after the Uber ride. Tell me if the seats felt comfy and if yâall had enough room to fuck like rabbits with rabies,â Wade seemed excited.
âHear that, babe? Gonna tell Wade how good I fuck this pussy? Câmon, tell him. Tell him how hard your squeeze my cock,â
Y/n hated his cock voice in her ear but loved it at the same time. He knew exactly how sheâd like it. Maybe by her attitude, he knew she needed someone with the same energy to pound her.
âNo c-chance,â the girl stuttered through her teeth as she tried glaring at the man, but her head instantly fell back after he gave one small pound, telling her to get rid of the attitude.
âYouâre gonna do it eventually. Sluts like you canât forget a good cock,â and he was right. This was going to be the best sed sheâs had ever.
âGonna go begginâ Wade to come get me to fuck you. Shit, since I have to stay in the bullshit you call your world, Iâll just come over to your place myself. Burry my cock in this cunt till you pass out,â
âL-Logan,â y/n dug her nails into the manâs shoulders, trying to hold tight as her orgasm felt near. âOh, you like that? Like the thought of a dirty old man fuckinâ this so-called clean pussy, hm? Gonna let me breed this little princess whenever I want? Even if I piss you off?â
âN-No, you fucking suck at this!â Y/n breathed heavily, keeping her orgasm together so she wouldnât give him what she wanted.
âGod, sheâs fuckinâ petty,â Wade said as Logan let out a little chuckle. The man shifted in the van, lifting her legs over his shoulders before punching his right claw into the roof of the van.
Y/n jumped, not used to having a mutant like him around. âDonât worry, princess. I wouldnât hurt a pretty girl like you. Too valuable and tight,â Logan grabbed between the back of y/nâs head and neck to lift her to, fixing her to lean into him.
âBefore I fuck you ass dumb, do you want to take anything you said back?â Logan looked down at the girl whose legs rested on his shoulder and cock grazed her entrance, waiting to be squeezed again.
âYou fuck like a dead pig,â y/n spat. Right after, the man took one good slam into her, watching her legs part and scream. Logan pulled her head back up, making her look into his dark eyes.
âLoudmouth for a loud screamer,â the man smirked before moving his hips, thrusting into the girl with all the strength he had. He pulled her back to life whenever she tried pushing away or leaning her head back.
âGood fuckinâ pussy â Fuck! â Maybe Iâll excuse that bitch tone of yours,â the man couldnât deny his could she felt and sounded.
Before, y/n thought she could hold herself in, but she knew Logan would get what he wanted in this new angle and harder pounding. He knew this from the start.
âCâmon, bub â I know you wanna cum. Keep squeezing around me like I wouldnât notice,â he laughed at her. Teasing he. âN-Not cumming,â y/n assured the man, but even Wade didnât believe her.
âI can see how the man has you in a full-on butter-salted pretzel position. Youâre cumming, peanut,â Wade said, only egging Logan on knowing anyone who looked at her right now could tell she was close.
âNo, Iâm not!â Y/n pathetically whined. Logan leaned down to the girl's face, slightly touching her lips as his hot breath burned her nostrils.
âDonât cum then, bub,â Logan said as he picked up his pace. âDonât cum, and you win. You win your little bitch fight, and we can move on with our day,â Logan kept increasing.
âDonât cum, and youâre right about my limp old dick,â Logan now growled. âDonât cum, and I wonât come into your little home and eat that pussy,â y/n eyes rolled back as his hands dug into the back of her neck.
âDonât cum, and I wonât fuck you like this every day to satisfy your needs, baby. Donât cum, and Iâll have to leave this pretty little body alone forever,â
âCanât breed it. Canât kiss it. Canât pound it. Canât do anything I want to it,â y/n whined loudly at the manâs words, finally releasing the manâs cock.
âThatâs what I fuckinâ thought. You need me. You fuckinâ want this old dick,â Loganâs lips crashed into her, kissing her roughly as she cried at the pace he kept ducking her in.
âGoddam, she cums a lot!â Wade said with excitement, loving the animal coming out of Logan. He knew y/n needed something like this in his life. That totally isnât the reason why he brought her along.
âSo fuckinâ good, baby. Best fuckinâ cunt Iâve fucked. So damn tight and sweet. Need you after all this. Needa have you with me forever,â
Y/n didnât plan for this to happen. She doesnât plan to let Logan fuck her like this in the back of Nicepools Honda Odyssey. She didnât plan for Logan to form an attachment issue with her.
âGonna cum, baby. Gonna fill this girl up. Gonna keep you with me forever. Canât leave. Donât care how old I am, you belong with me. Youâre made for me. Pussyâs molded to only take my cock,â
Loganâs hips bucked a few times before he pushed all the way into the young girl, spilling into her with a loud animalistic groan.
The top of the roof was ripped with how many times his claws punched in and out of it. Loganâs fingers bruised the back of y/nâs neck. Her lips even have a small scratch from the hard he kissed. She tastes so fucking good.
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the way you bend, the way you break | Mob!Lando
Summary: Youâre one of the housekeepers who work at one of his many holiday homes. Given the nature of his âjobâ, Lando is never in one place for too long. Which means that he comes back to this house quite a few times during the year. Things were normal in the beginning, but in time Lando began taking an interest in you. It was benign at the start â flirty comments here and there, stolen glances, and whatnot. You ignored most of it, thinking it was nothing. But then you both crossed a line, and consequently, youâve had to hide a secret from him for months while he was gone. But now heâs back, abruptly. He would do anything, you realised, to get what he wants. And this time he wants whatâs always been his.Â
Themes: dark!lando, smut, possessive!lando, housekeeper!reader, explicit language, breeding kink, pregnant!reader
He wasnât supposed to be back just yet.Â
Your heart raced as you watched his car come to a stop right outside the house. He shouldnât be here. He left just about two months ago. He shouldnât be back for another two months or so.Â
On the gravel, he carelessly brought his car to a stop as if he couldnât be bothered to even properly park his ridiculously expensive classic car. You were sure this one would have some name you couldnât pronounce as well. Just like the rest of them which filled the garage. Unused, but well taken care of.Â
You were currently peeking from a window in the east wing. You could get a clear view of him from here, without him ever noticing that you were watching. So you remained standing there, at the window, heart pounding and well aware that the rest of the staff were running around doing last minute adjustments to the mostly spotlessly clean house now that the master of the house was back, unannounced.Â
Usually he called beforehand, he never just showed up so suddenly in the three years that youâd been working for him. This would be the first time.Â
You watched him as he got out of his car, no luggage or anything â he had everything he could ever need here, and you knew because you were part of the staff who were responsible for the East wing where his personal bedroom and office were located. A shiver went through you as you thought of the bedroom.Â
You watched how Lando made his way to the front steps of his house. You already knew there would be a small group of staff there to welcome him back for the third time this year. Last time he was here for a few weeks was just over two months ago. And now he was back again.Â
Why? Your heart raced. Lando always carried an air of danger around him. It was one of the things which lured you in.Â
No one ever questioned or cared what he did for work. You knew, the rumours and his reputation preceded him. But he paid you all too well for any of you to question him. Or even be bothered by the immorality of what he did, or how bad of a man he was.Â
Besides, being from a small nearby town, and it being all that youâd ever known, this job was like stepping into a foreign world. A world of grandeur, and garages more spacious than your family home. A world of gatsby-esque parties, and expensive cars. A world of luxurious homes, and hallways with multiple chandeliers which made you feel like a princess anytime you walked down them. Manicured lawns with Greek godsâ statues and a whole lake in the backyard. This house was tucked away in a quiet corner of the world, situated at the foot of green, foggy hills.Â
He was from another world. He felt like a novelty. Like an opulent vice. And he was so easy to get addicted to. The first time he touched youâ
âWhat are you doing just standing there?â One of the older housekeepers chided from behind. âGo make sure the master bedroom has enough fresh towels! And make sure the pillowcases areâŚâ She listed all the things you needed to get done in just a few minutes before he made his way up here.Â
You nodded, moved away from the window and quickly secured your white apron around your waist. You took a quick glance at your appearance in the nearby mirror. White-collared black dress and now the apron. You sighed, before rushing into his bedroom immediately to get started.Â
You swapped the old towels for freshly washed ones. You made sure the bed was nice and perfect. You were in the middle of making the pillows look soft and plump when one of your colleagues walked into the room.Â
You had your back to them, but you said, âIâm almost done here!âÂ
Then you heard a familiar chuckle, âWell, good. âCause I missed my favourite girl.âÂ
Your eyes widened as you turned around. And there he was. Standing in front of the grand, and now shut, bedroom door. Seeing him after so many weeks always made your heart skip a beat or two. But it was different this time. Normally youâd rush into his arms and let him hold you butâŚÂ
You just stood there this time, by his large canopy bed. You took him in for a moment. White shirt with buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbow, dark trousers, expensive shoes. A watch that probably cost half as much as this mansion on his wrist. His messy, curly hair and those pretty eyes. He looked like a dream. A dangerous dream.Â
âHi,â You murmured as he walked towards you. You stood there, frozen, as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his warm embrace. You couldnât help but sigh at the familiarity of his hug, his touch, his scent. Over the past couple of years, youâd spent countless nights wrapped in these arms. In this very room, on this bed. Countless hours youâd spent moaning his name all night, sighing and whining in pleasure, sometimes till the sun came up.Â
The memories came flooding in, triggered by one single hug.Â
âIâve missed you so much, baby.â He whispered against your forehead, before pulling away to look at you. He smiled before leaning in for a proper kiss.Â
And for the first time in the couple of years that youâd known him, you gently dodged his kiss. You felt him tense up the moment you turned your face just slightly so he missed your lips and kissed the corner of your mouth instead. His arms around you tightened just a little.Â
âHey,â He said, his mouth brushing against your skin. âI havenât seen you in so long. Give me a kiss.â He tried again, and you moved again, avoiding his kiss for a second time. Lando frowned. âWhatâs wrong?â He refused to let go of you, staring deep into your eyes with his irresistible ones.Â
âNoâ nothing.â You sighed, carefully untangling yourself from his embrace. âItâs just, itâs early and someone might just come in to, you know, check if you have everything you need and⌠we might get caught.â You avoided his eyes as you put some distance between you and him.Â
âButâ,âÂ
You cut him off quickly. âI should go. We didnât know you were coming, and the kitchen staff might need help. I also have to, uhâŚâ You tried to find something, anything, âTo bring you more towels.â You started to leave but he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you into his chest, not letting go this time.Â
âThereâs plenty of people to help in the kitchen. Plus thereâs enough towels here for ten people.â He stared at you like heâd caught you doing something you shouldnât. âStay with me for a bit. I miss you.âÂ
You tried to find some excuse again. âI really shouldnât be here. Theyâll notice.âÂ
He nodded once, looking like it pained him to not argue any further. âFine. I will see you tonight then.âÂ
Tonight. He said it so easily. Why wouldnât he? It had become a routine, hadnât it? While the rest of the staff members made their way home in the evenings, youâd always stay back with him whenever he was here. Spend the night in his bed, in his arms. And youâd get up extra early each morning, right before your colleagues came in. Youâd lie to everyone, pretending as if you were the last one to leave and the first one to come here each day.Â
But not tonight.Â
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It was late and the sun had already set but it wasnât too dark yet as you made your way home. You didnât stay tonight. You couldnât.Â
And when you were halfway home, your phone rang. You knew without looking that it must be him. So you slowed down enough to let your colleagues who were walking behind you to pass you, so you could answer the call.Â
âHey.âÂ
âWhere the hell are you?â He asked, not even bothering to hide his annoyance. You could already picture him. He must be in his room, drink in his hand as he lounged on some sofa. He must have that bored look on his pretty face.Â
But the accusation in his tone⌠You were prepared for it this time. âI really have to go home tonight. My mom isnât feeling too well. And it gets hard for dad to manage the farm alone so I have to help out.âÂ
âOh.â He said after a long pause. âOkay.âÂ
âIâll see you tomorrow.â You tried your hardest to sound as cheery as possible even when you werenât. âBye.âÂ
âBaby, wait Iâ,âÂ
You hung up on him. Shit.Â
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You didnât see him the next day. In fact, you did everything you could to avoid him as much as possible.Â
But given you worked in the wing where his bedroom was, you knew you wouldnât be able to avoid him forever. And by midday, he managed to corner you just as you were leaving the linen closet at the end of the least used hallway in the gigantic house.Â
You barely processed it as it happened. But one moment you were done with replacing the clean linen inside the closet and turned to leave, and the next Lando was there. Shoving you back inside the closet and shutting the door behind him as he caged you in between himself and the shelves.Â
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â He asked, clearly not happy.Â
You looked behind him, at the closet door. There were no locks of course. So if anyone were to just open it, you were finished.Â
âStop looking at that fucking door.â He snarled. âLook at me.âÂ
You did. âIâ we shouldnât do this. If someoneâ,âÂ
He cut you off. âLet me worry about that. What you need to do is use that pretty little mouth and tell me why the fuck have you been avoiding me? Donât think I havenât noticed.â He leaned closer, causing you to press your back further into the shelves. âFirst you hung up on me last night and now youâve managed to avoid me all morning.â He frowned, lips brushing against your cheek as he spoke. âStart talking, my darling.â He sounded menacing. âOr so help me god, Iâll cause such a scene andâ,âÂ
âNo!â You let out a frustrated breath. âIâm not avoiding you.â You lied. âI was just truly busy this morning. And last night I really had to go home because my dad wasnât doing too well andâ,âÂ
âDad?â He questioned, stopping your rambling. âI thought you said your mom wasnât well.â His body tensed up again. His hands tightening their grip where they held on to your waist.Â
Caught. Still you lied some more, âWell, theyâre both a little under the weather.âÂ
He was quiet. And your heart pounded. You waited for him to buy whatever bullshit youâd been trying to get him to believe.Â
âI see.â He said, a little too calm. Then he sighed and his lips found your neck, his mouth moving ravenously across your skin. âI miss you.â He sounded so sincere you almost gave in. âFucking missed having you in my arms, my bed. I miss being inside you,â He murmured against your skin. âDonât you miss me, baby?âÂ
You sighed. Just one more minute, you promised yourself. One more minute of this and then youâd push him away. âI do.â You whispered.Â
âThen why are you treating me like Iâm some cheap whore you no longer want around, huh?âÂ
You almost chuckled. âIâm not, itâsâ,âÂ
âShut up.â He sounded like he was pouting too. âI want you.âÂ
You hadnât realised that his hands had found themselves under your dress. His fingers, about to reach into your underwear and touch you. Fuck⌠it was so easy to just want to give in and let him make you feel good. Because he always did. He always left you satisfied. But you couldnât.Â
âLando.â You warned, pushing his hands away. âWe canât.âÂ
It happened in an instant. He switched from being nice and calm, to his hand being wrapped around your throat. And for the first time, your heart skipped a beat out of fear. Fear of this unknown, unseen side of him.Â
His fingers tightened around your neck, his mouth brushing against your lips as he spoke. âIs it someone else?â He accused. âDid you find someone else while I was gone? Hmm? Some useless fucking boy in that little town of yours?âÂ
âNo.â You defended yourself quickly.Â
He pressed his body even more into yours. As if reminding you how it feels to be under him, with his body weight pressing onto you. âThen why the fuck are you denying me whatâs mine?â His other hand meanwhile, found its way into your underwear again. âThis is mine.â He murmured, cupping you in between your legs. âYou understand? This cunt is mine. And I will fuck it whenever I want.âÂ
You couldnât resist anymore, so you stopped fighting him the moment you felt his fingers sliding inside you. You tried your hardest not to moan too loudly as he finger-fucked you expertly. Like he knew your body too well. He did.Â
His mouth left kisses all over your face, your neck, up till your ear where he whispered, âTell me youâre mine.âÂ
You gasped when you felt his thumb rubbing your clit while his fingers slid in and out of you. Your wetness allowing his hand to just glide all over your folds, making you shiver in pleasure. âIâm yours.â You admitted, spreading your thighs even more to let him touch you.Â
The air around you felt hotter. And you lost all coherent thoughts when he brought you right to the edge and⌠then pulled away.Â
You were gasping for air as you watched him in disbelief, ready to beg for him to touch you again because you were close⌠so damn close. And heâd always been such a generous, giving lover. So whatâÂ
âYouâve been a bad girl lately. You donât get to come that easily.âÂ
And without anything else said, he turned and left the linen closet. Leaving you gasping for air, breathing heavily, with your body tingling and throbbing with need.Â
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You didnât see him for the next couple of days. You didnât dare to ask your colleagues if they knew where he went either. All you knew was that he came home late at night â the dishes in the sink, clothes scattered around his bedroom, and empty whiskey glasses in his office meant that he did come home at some point. But then he disappeared in the mornings and didnât show up all day.Â
That happened continuously for three days before you saw him again.Â
One evening, you noticed everyone around the house just wasn't there. It was still early to go home but the house was too quiet so you went to investigate. And you found no one. None of your colleagues. None of the kitchen staff. The security guards were there, as always, stationed just outside the house so you asked them.Â
âWhereâs everyone?âÂ
One of them replied, âBoss asked everyone to go home early for the weekend.âÂ
Oh? âNo one told me.â You murmured under your breath. You didnât think the guards heard but apparently they did.Â
Another one of them responded, âNot you, miss. He asked us to make sure you were here when he got back.âÂ
Oh. âBack from where?â You asked.Â
The two guards shrugged in a âWeâre not exactly supposed to tell youâ way.Â
So you went back into the house, worried. You paced around in the foyer before you decided to move upstairs, to the East wing. Then you paced some more, arranging and rearranging unnecessary stuff in the linen closet. It bothered you, the closet. It had been days since youâd been in here with him.Â
You were in the middle of reliving the memories of the other day when you heard footsteps out in the hallway. That must be him, you figured. So you stepped out of the closet and saw him at the other end of the hallway.Â
The chandeliers lit up the otherwise dark hallway. Dark frames, gilded mirrors, and Lando at the end of it, looking like the hero of some gothic novel. He was too far for you to read the expression on his face. But as he slowly made his way closer to where you stood, your own smile disappeared when you noted the grave look on his face. Like anger, and betrayal all in one.Â
âLando?âÂ
He kept walking closer, slower. âHow long did you think you were gonna keep it from me?âÂ
You froze. âWhat?â Your voice sounded shaky and vulnerable. You could already feel the tears gathering at your waterline. Thereâs no way he knows, right? How would he know? You hadnât told anyone.Â
He chuckled, not an ounce of humour on his face. âDonât act stupid.âÂ
âI can explain.âÂ
He shook his head, coming to a stop right in front of you. He looked like it was taking him a lot to keep whatever it was he felt contained. âOh, you will.â His voice was⌠colder than ever. Bitter. Angry.Â
So you did the only thing your instinct told you to do in the face of a man of his magnitude. You ran.Â
Or at least tried to.Â
Lando scoffed before chasing you. Catching you was so easy. In less than a few seconds he had you in his arms and was dragging you all the way to his bedroom.Â
âStop this shit!âÂ
âIâm sorry.â You pleaded. âI wanted to tell you, I really did.â You had tears streaming down your face as you let him lead you to his room. âBut I didnât know how. I was scared of how youâdâ,â
He cut you off by pushing you onto his bed. âScared that I would what?â He barked in your face as he pinned you down on his bed. One hand grabbed your wrists in place while the other slowly slid down your squirming body. âI should have you over my knee and spank you until you cry.â He stared deep into your eyes as his hand came to a stop over your lower abdomen. The warmth of his hand reaching your skin even through the apron and the dress. âBut I donât wanna hurt you,â He paused, applying the tiniest bit of pressure against your belly, âOr my baby.â He whispered, looking down to where his hand touched you.Â
Him saying it made it all too real. And you couldnât stop the hot tears from running down your face. Him saying it out loud made it serious. Inescapable.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â He asked again, with the same accusatory tone. âItâs mine.â He said, reminding you. âYouâre mine. So why didnât you tell me?âÂ
You didnât have an answer for him. Just more tears.
âI had to ask around these past couple of days, you know? I asked everyone here and your friends in town and all they told me was that youâd been constantly sick for about two months now.â He scoffed. âThen I found the doctor you went to, had to have her at gunpoint just so sheâd show me your file. Apparently youâre about twelve weeks along. And youâve known for well over a month.â He brought his face closer to yours, grip tightening on your wrists.Â
âIâm sorry.â You whispered, sniffling.Â
âSorry?â He mocked, scoffing. âThis is where it happened, didnât it? Last time I was here we didnât use any protection so that must be it, hmm?â He leaned in and whispered, âI came inside you over and over that last night before I left, remember? It was raining hard, there was a thunderstorm,â You could hear the smirk in his voice. âAnd you were so scared I had to fuck you to sleep, remember that, baby?âÂ
His knee had found itself in between your legs, and youâd been mindlessly grinding against it. He looked down and caught your hips moving against his leg and he chuckled. Then his smirk disappeared.Â
âWere you gonna keep lying to me?â He asked. âI spoke with your friends and one of them reluctantly told me that youâd been talking about wanting to get away from here. To go somewhere new, out of this little town.â He tightened his grip on your wrists so much that you yelped in pain. âDid you mean to leave me in the dark? Were you just gonna take my kid and leave? Without telling me?â He taunted. âDid you think you could leave me?â He sounded menacing. âDid you think I would hesitate for even a moment before I leave a fucking bloodbath in my wake as I hunt you down, baby?â Â
You sighed in frustration even though his voice made you shiver in nervousness. âI did mean to tell you. I didnât know you would just show up out of nowhere,â You sniffled. âI wasnât prepared, I didnât know how to handle all of this.âÂ
âPrepared?â He sneered. âYouâre my woman, and that growing inside you is my kid. Whatâs there to be prepared for before telling me? I had the right to know!âÂ
You couldnât help but sneer right back at him, raising your voice a little, âI wasnât even sure if youâd want this with me!âÂ
He let his body weight drop down onto you. His hand moving from your abdomen to your neck. âIâm so fucking angry at you right now. But I fucking love you and itâs pissing me off that youâd even think like that.âÂ
âPlease,â You begged. âI was so scared. And if people found out that you and Iâ,âÂ
He cut you off with a bruising kiss. His hands let go of you for a moment only to get rid of all that you were wearing as quickly as he could before holding you close to him again. His slight stubble felt rough against your mouth but you didnât mind. Youâd missed this. Missed him.Â
He kissed his way down, toying with your breasts, occasionally rolling and pinching your nipples, making you arch your back off the bed as you cried out louder than he expected.Â
That made him look up and ask, âAre they extra sensitive?âÂ
You nodded. He smirked, and continued anyway. Making you whine and cry out as he kept kissing down your body until he knelt in between your legs. He gently kissed your inner thighs, âYouâre so beautiful.â He mumbled and brushed his soft lips along your inner thighs, âAnd all mine.â He murmured, looking up at you. âI love you.â He said. âI want this, all of this with you. You hear me?âÂ
Another tear fell down your face. You nodded.Â
Then he looked down. âAnd I love you as well.â He murmured against your belly, pressing his face against it, leaving soft kisses all over. âWhen will you start showing?â He asked.Â
âIn a few more weeks maybe.â You answered.Â
You could feel him smiling against your skin at the sound of that as he placed both his hands on either one of your knees and separated your legs.Â
You could feel his warm breath hit your wet skin as he brought his mouth closer to you. You moaned when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your throbbing clit. You felt your heart flutter as a familiar warmth washed over you. Youâd missed him so much it was crazy.
Your hand immediately flew to his curly hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit, earning another moan out of you.Â
âYouâre gonna be such a good mom to my kids, you know that?â He said, before going back to eating you out eagerly.Â
Kids? Plural?Â
âKids?â You asked.Â
Lando looked up at you again at the same time as you looked down, and you saw the pure hunger in his eyes. âCome on, baby. Did you think we werenât gonna have more?â You squirmed at the thought of that. He noticed, and smirked. âIâll come inside you again and again until we have a little army of our own running around.âÂ
Your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you felt his tongue fucking you gently. He secured his arms around your thighs and pushed you further into his mouth, making you cry out of pleasure. And with a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, all over his tongue.Â
You felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his pretty ones. You secretly imagined a mini version of you and him, with his eyes. It made you smile without even realising it.Â
âYouâre mine.â He whispered, his stare was feral, he was hungry.Â
You reached up and touched his rough cheek gently. âIâm all yours.â You reminded him.Â
He leaned in for a kiss again, rougher this time. He kissed your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he undid and lowered his pants, and carefully slid into you. Your warmth wrapped around him, gripping him and reminding him that you were his. And you always would be.Â
You grimace in discomfort at first because it had been way too many weeks since the last time.Â
âAm I hurting you?â He asked, kissing your cheek. His breaths were shaky as he held back from fucking as hard and fast as he wanted. âYou need me to slow down?âÂ
âNo,â You whispered. âIâm okay.â You turned to look at him.Â
He searched your face for any more signs of hurt. When he found none, he moved. He laced your fingers together and pinned both your entwined hands above your head as he sped up into you. You threw your head back as he started rocking in and out of you, his cock moving perfectly against your sensitive walls. He leaned down and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you with nice and deep strokes.
His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting and intimate. His grip around your hand tightened each time youâd moan his name under your breath.Â
âYouâre all mine. You hear that, mama?â He whispered against your lips, and leaned in to kiss you deeply again while he deliberately stroked his cock against your walls as slowly as he could just to make you whine and whimper even more. âLook at me,â he growled quietly under his breath.Â
You immediately opened your eyes and stared into his. His stare was intense, but loving as always. His lips were full and swollen as he looked down at you. You felt his cock hit all the right spots each time he moved against you, and his lips parted and he groaned the moment your walls started clenching around him.Â
âMine.â He whispered, his voice deeper now.Â
You nodded quickly. âYours.âÂ
He leaned down to whisper in your ear. âThen come for me, babyâŚâ He whispered. âCome and let me fill you up again.âÂ
His voice was enough to take you right to the edge. You felt the pressure and the familiar pressure in between your legs, making you squirm, moan, and gasp for air as your walls clenched violently around him. âLandoâŚâ You moaned.Â
âI know, baby. I know.â He murmured against your forehead.Â
His hands reached down and grabbed your sides gently, keeping you in place as he sped up into you a little more, his cock slipping in and out of you with ease. Your bodies moved perfectly against each other. He held you as close to him as he could, pushing his face into you and nuzzling your neck as he fucked you relentlessly.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, and youâre all fucking mine.â He whispered against your skin. âCanât wait for you to start showingâŚâ He sounded just as out of breath as you were. âEveryoneâs gonna know just how much youâre mine.âÂ
You couldnât hold back anymore, and with a few more strokes of his cock, you came undone with a loud moan, grinding against him hungrily while he moaned against your lips as he came right after you, kissing you as best he could while he emptied inside you.Â
âFuckâŚâ You gasped for air.Â
As was he.Â
Lando was careful not to crush you under him like he normally would, and instead moved to lay beside you for a moment, catching his breath for a few seconds before he pulled you into him again, spooning you from behind.Â
âIâve got you, baby.â He said, kissing your shoulder. âIâm here. Iâm right here.â He tightened his grip around you. âI love you.âÂ
You wanted to whisper back that you loved him too, but the dayâs tiredness, the orgasm, and your natural instinct to fall deeply asleep right after sex, all of it caught up to you at once. And before you knew it, you passed out in his arms with a faint smile on your face.Â
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Lando remained awake. He took his time caressing you, and cleaning you before dressing you up in warm clothes. Downstairs, he could hear his people moving around, packing everything just like heâd ordered them too.Â
After all, you two would be leaving tonight itself. Â
Once he was done with dressing himself, he walked to where you were in deep, deep sleep on his bed. He leaned down and kissed your nose. âIâm doing this for us, baby.â He whispered. âFor us and our future family.âÂ
There was a reason why heâd asked all the staff members to go home early tonight. It was because he didnât want there to be an audience when he moved out of this house, with you. You were a deep sleeper so this was perfect, he thought.Â
No one would know where you two went, youâd disappear without a trace.Â
He packed a bag for you as quickly as he could. He could always buy you whatever you needed but he figured youâd want and need some things for the plane ride to come. Toiletries and blankets, mostly.Â
âYou wonât ever have to worry about a single thing, my love.â He whispered, looking over at you sleeping soundly while he packed in a hurry, checking his guns just in case, and throwing that into the bag as well. âIâm sorry I lied earlier.â He confessed.Â
He had. The doctor he interrogated wasnât just held at gunpoint. Lando had made sure she would never speak again. Your file would be nowhere to be found. And without the doctor, no rumours or gossip would be spreading around the little town about this situation.Â
While he was with you tonight, his men had done just as heâd asked them to. They had taken all your stuff from your little apartment and moved it. It would be as if no one ever lived there.Â
Earlier this evening, heâd received confirmation from his men that while your friends and family members had been too scared to even question what was happening, they'd agreed to not reach out to authorities regarding your sudden disappearance. Of course, in exchange they would receive sporadic updates about where you are and how youâre doing.Â
If they ever acted out of line, well, he would simply take care of it and tell you that your friends and family decided to cut all ties. Because if there was anything he was good at, it was making sure people did exactly what he wanted them to do.Â
All in all, Lando had made sure you two would never come back to this place again.Â
He thanked whichever god was listening once he managed to get you in the backseat of his car without disturbing your sleep. He got in right after you, while his men filled the other cars with luggage and some things of yours from your apartment.Â
Once the cars were all out the gates and all on the way to his private plane, he leaned closer to you, nuzzling your cheek as you laid your head against his shoulder, sleeping soundly and unaware of all that was going on, âThis is what you wanted, isnât it, baby?â He murmured. âWeâll be happy together, you just wait.â He kissed your face and pulled you into a hug, fixing your blanket around you and making sure you were properly warm.Â
His hand instinctively found its way to your belly, softly caressing it even though the bump wasnât there yet. He kept an eye on the cars right in front and right behind, all filled with armed guards. He would need to be extra careful now. He was going to be a father, have a family of his own. He would need to protect you and the future kids with his life.Â
Despite the stress and worries, he found himself smiling at the thought of the future. A future with you, and your kids. You were both still fairly young to be parents but he felt ready for it.Â
He knew youâd probably throw a fit when youâd wake up and find out that he was literally changing your whole life overnight. He smirked thinking about how fiery you could be sometimes. But it would be too late then. You would be miles away from here, up in the air with nowhere to go. Heâd deal with your tantrum on his plane, and remind you that you were his. His to take care of.Â
Only his.
part 2
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ONE THING ABOUT BEING THE QUEEN OF DELUSIONS? IT GIVES YOU A LONG WAY TO FALL
p.s. this post isnât pretty, it wasnât worth my time, or effort.
Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip girl here. Usually iâm here to help you fix your life, but @loaisacult, this oneâs for you. And I canât name any upper east siders more desperate than, wellâŚyou. Itâs pitiful I know. But you can cry about it later, if you havenât ran out of tears already, that is.
I donât mean to start a fight, but thereâs a weak link in every chain, and it just happens to be you.
I know you express your belief in the law of assumption being a cult. The funny thing is, when people donât like something, they usually walk away, unless it bothers them that much. And the even funnier thing is, you complain about bloggers âpreachingâ the law of assumption, and getting others to follow. But what are you doing? Preaching your ideologies, in hopes that others will follow you too. Oh whatâs that word againâŚhypocritical was it?
And oh sweetie, no one cares about your irrelevant opinions enough to affirm â@loaisacult doesnât exist, @loaisacult doesnât existâŚâ Talk about a weak argument. I hope law isnât your major. But you know what is major? Your idiocy.
Calling people on this app suicidal? Pathetic. Although I canât tell you that isnât true. Because to some extent, it is. And iâd agree with you if you werenât so ignorant. But I guess changing self in terms other than just loa isnât your cup of tea. Bloggers are not meant to be personal therapists for people in the loacommunity. And yes there are and were previously some bloggers who would get suicidal asks from anons and just respond to them to persist. But why are you generalising EVERYONE in the community? Your point is immediately invalid. So because there were some immoral bloggers who would act that way automatically means that the whole entire practise of the law of assumption is a CULT? Hello? Do you hear yourself?
Letâs use your âlogicâ here. Say gossip girl makes a post telling her followers to worship satan. Therefore the whole entire loa community must ALL be satanists! Now how ridiculous is thatâŚ
Yes there are liars, everywhere. Oh iâm sorry, did that come as a surprise to you? You didnât think the world was rainbows and sunshine did you? Well unless you assume it is. But at the same time, there are honest people too. Yet you like to pick and choose what to focus on. Look me in my virtual eyes and tell me that Lady gaga isnât one of the most famous people on the planet. Oh wait..you canât! News flash, she manifested that. And so did many of your other favourites. Yet you choose to focus on liars, because thatâs what you want to believe. Of course a close minded, one sided argument is your way to go. Disregard everything else in the process why donât you.
âIt's ironic how some boast about manifesting luxury items like Lamborghinis, which could easily be rented, yet they fail to manifest meaningful change for their followers who are in abusive situations.â - l.o.s.e.r
B-b-but didnât you say that you used to be a big blogger? So why didnât you attempt to do the same? (As if! it would only work if they assumed so). But honestly, you donât sound like someone who is educated on the law, you sound like those desperate anons in bloggers inboxes asking bloggers to manifest for them. Because why is that the point you used? To manifest for followers? Were youâŚone of thoseâŚfollowers? Talk about holding a grudge. No wonder why youâre so mad. If I had a dime for how many times you got rejected iâd be a millionaire.
âWant to prove to your followers who are spiraling about the American election rather than post persist hehehee how about you manifest for themâŚ.. change the election revise lifeâs an illusion while youâre crying about having your rights taken away lol but you canât.â - l.o.s.e.r
Run upper east siders, weâve got an idiot on our hands. Making a point on something completely false. If you really understood the law, youâd know that you canât manipulate somebody elseâs reality, unless they assume you can. But itâs not to my surprise that you didnât know that, of all people. Last time I checked, itâs YOUR imagination, and nobody elseâs. So WHY would YOUR 3D reflect THEIR imagination? And you claim to be a blogger educated on the lawâŚquite a âbigâ one too. I cant name any âbigâ bloggers whoâve misinformed the law THAT bad. Talk about liars nowâŚ
At this point, itâs PAINFULLY obvious that you were one of those anons begging bloggers to manifest for you. Because youâre SO mad that bloggers donât do that for people. They canât really because it depends on your assumption. Iâm not even making an invalid point here. Itâs just so obvious. âWant to prove to your followers.â âhow about you manifest for themâ đ Iâm literally in tears because of how funny this is. Iâm sorry that no blogger has proven it to you or manifested âfor youâ, and youâve carried that hatred with you and projected it onto the whole loa community. And the only reason you continue to believe that the law of assumption is real (rightfully so) is because you know that thereâs way too much proof of it to even attempt to dismiss it without looking like a fool. And maybe a fraction of that belief comes from your hope, because without the law, everything youâd ever hoped for would be out the window.
In short, you make points about âwhy donât you manifest for your followers đĽşâ Well, I donât know if you knew this butâŚthereâs this concept called free will. And just because someone chooses to not do something, doesnât mean they canât. Is common sense just not part of the package for you? It seems the point flies right over your head faster than you can catch it, and the only thing that doesnât land, are your âpointsâ.
But if you still donât understand me, letâs use a little bit of your so -called logic here.
âLoa is real manifesting is real shifting is real but most people in this community lie and are culty 99.999% of the stories here are lies the people doing that shit donât even post abt it probably think theyâre in some dream most of the success here are creative writing and living in the end.â - l.o.s.e.r
From YOUR logic, couldnât I just ask you to manifest that the liars donât exist and that you no longer view the law of assumption as a cult? So why havenât youâŚ? Youâll ask anyone questions but yourself. And if they think it was a dreamâŚthen how did they send their success stories to bloggers? Did I miss an update because last time I checked, you canât do that in a dream. See, your points are fuelled by complete hatred, not logic. You truly donât believe what youâre telling yourself and others. Embarrassing.
And donât get me started on how statistically IMPOSSIBLE that is. Do I even have to explain why? I promise you, thousands of people are NOT lying for the pure fun of it. Thatâs just not how the human mind works. Wouldnât they rather shit on loa just like you rather than posting success stories hoping itâll happen?I didnât know talking out of the wrong hole was in fashion these days. But then again, not everyone has style. And if thereâs one thing money canât buy, itâs class. Was that a moth? Mustâve flewn right out of your wallet.
Now donât get me wrong, iâm not bothered to read your whole blog and all the nonsense you cry about and debunk every little thing you say. Because trust me, common sense does the job for me.
Have fun continuing to âpreachâ your delusional idea of the law being a cult to yourself and your little followers. Like sheep. One after the other.
Donât even think about trying to respond to me, as if anything you say makes sense.
P.S. Iâll delete this post later, I donât like having drama on my blog. This is my first and last time addressing you. I just donât want people in this community, including my lovely upper east siders to listen to idiots like you telling them that all the success stories theyâve read are fake, when that is so obviously not true. Only someone who hasnât consciously the experienced the law for themselves would doubt others so badly, and you used to be a âbigâ blogger you sayâŚThe fucking audacity. But then again, itâs hard to believe in something you havenât experienced for yourself (is it?), but at-least donât get caught in a lie. Disrespectfully, shut your mouth and donât open it again.
- gossip girl
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PAIRING ⏠academic rival!na jaemin x ace!female reader
TAGS ⏠fluff, romance, slight angst, academic rivals to lovers au, college au, fake dating au, jaemin = campus playboy, drunk decisions, art museum date, plushies because i want a plushie, jaemin is kinda whipped fr
SUMMARY ⏠you're determined to outshine your academic rival na jaemin, the campus heartthrob infamous for his frivolous reputation. but when a few too many drinks suddenly ropes you into a fake dating scheme with jaemin, you realize that there's much more to him than his playboy persona. can two opposites navigate a connection thatâs anything but fake?
WORD COUNT ⏠3.7k+
AUTHORâS NOTE ⏠HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lotties-readings !! grinding this fic in a day was so fun. the 3 am brain creativity actually carried this time too. hope i did him justice đđ SHOUTOUT TO THE ASEXUAL COMMUNITY I LOVE YALL <33 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU !!!!
PLAYLIST ⏠cooler than me - mike posner, anti-romantic - txt, are you satisfied? - marina, that's okay - d.o.
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?
Na Jaemin. The Playboy. Heâs probably slept with half of the school and the rumors are on and off with him. The collegeâs infamous frivolous playboy, a firm believer of the âhook up as much as you can before you find your soulmate!â ideology. For some, it was oddly endearing. For you? Maddening. Because Na Jaemin wasnât just a playboy. He was your rival. Jaemin just had this certain charm to him that attracted the masses. Everyone, including your friends, had had a crush on him at one point in their lives. Everyone except you. Despite his supposedly carefree attitude, he always ranked #1. And you? Stuck perpetually at #2, clawing at his heels, only for him to breeze past like it was nothing. If it were anyone else, maybe you wouldnât care so much. But noâit had to be him.
You swore to steer clear of him. No parties, no flirtations, and certainly no personal involvement. That resolve lasted until one ill-advised college party, where Jaemin, drunk and absurdly charismatic, roped you into the lead role of his most ridiculous performance yet: his fake significant other. And you were equally as drunk to play along with it, nodding in the face of his ex-girlfriend as she looked at the both of you in disbelief. For a playboy like Jaemin, you thought he was managing to control his dating life better than this. But you guess he just got bored of being surrounded by love. âJust go with it,â heâd said. You hadnât thought it would last beyond that night.
You were wrong.
You suppose itâs partly your own fault finding yourself in your current situation, considering the recent events. In a world where everyone is busy chasing after time, enjoying the dating scene, youâre an outcast. An outcast with false modesty to trick peopleâs curiosity. You should be used to them by now, their comments about you not being interested in relationships. And even though you do feel fed up with it, the thought of lying about dating someone just so they can shut up never crossed your mind.
âRemind me again why I have to spend the whole day being your pretend partner.â you say, glaring as Jaemin hands you a pastry. âThe party doesnât start until 10PM tonight!âÂ
âHere you go, love. Be careful, itâs hot!â he says, completely ignoring your question. He resumes walking, hands in his pockets, as if this was the most normal thing in the world, resuming your slow stroll in the garden of a nearby art museum. You hurriedly take it from his hands if that would make him finally pay attention to your question.
âI know itâs hot,â you mutter, taking the pastry anyway. Heâs insufferable. Even now, you can tell heâs doing this for show, making a big deal out of playing the doting boyfriend for the strangers milling about the museum garden. âDo you ever actually answer questions, or is that too much to ask?â
âOh, I answer,â he breezily responds, unfolding a crumpled checklist from his coat pocket. âIâm just selective about when. Do you want to taste mine? I can taste yours too.â
âNo thank you.â
Straightening the lapels of his gray coat, Jaemin fetches the brochure handed earlier to him out of his inner pocket and takes a quick look at it to make sure you checked out everything of interest in the area before entering the museum itself. âNow, do you want to check out the sculptures before we head to the main exhibit?â
The guy has a whole checklist of activities for the day. Youâve seen it. He purposely taped another page underneath just to scare you with its sheer length, but youâre seeing right through his tricks, the page is full of gibberish written just to take space. Youâve got your best frown on to keep the illusion of ignorance, hoping that youâd get bonus points for agreeing to go through the full contents of the list, both the real and the fake ones.Â
But is it really an act? The occasional tidbits of satisfaction coming from beating Jaeminâs brilliant mind (not that youâd ever give him the credit for it) are hardly enough to keep you entertained throughout the day. When the activities you take on today are meant to be just that, entertaining. And romantic too.Â
Now, were you a normal couple, a true couple, then maybe youâd be having fun now.
âJaemin, I think partners are supposed to listen to each other. At the very least.â
He grins, entirely unbothered by your irritation. âRelax, Y/N. Weâre supposed to look like weâre having fun. Couples donât bicker this much in public, you know.â
âMaybe because real couples actually like each other.â
âAnd yet,â he says, slinging an arm around your shoulders, âHere we are. The picture of romance.â Ah. Heâs right, damn it.
âI only lowered my guard because these people donât know us, stupid⌠Letâs get inside already!â
Hearing his low, annoying chuckle triggers the sensory neurons in your brain until a neat little image of his smirk is produced with near-perfect accuracy. Have you simply seen it too many times? Thereâs no escape even when you turn your back to him, great.
You grit your teeth but let him guide you down a quieter path, away from the crowds. Itâs all part of the act, you remind yourself. Just one day of playing along, and people will stop speculating about your personal life. Totally worth it.
Right?
Inside the museum, the tension eases slightly. The museum is magnificent to explore with the many pieces of art it houses. Thereâs so much to see that youâd frankly not mind getting lost in here just to have an excuse to spend more time surrounded by art.
You have to admit, Jaemin chose the perfect dating spot. Youâre not sure if it was based on your own preferences. Surely not. But you find yourself not minding it suddenly.
âPicture!â he announces, pulling you close before you can protest.
Hearing the signal, you instantly turn in the direction of the raised-up phone, smiling for the camera as Jaemin presses his face closer to yours.
âOh, this is a good one, Iâm definitely posting it. You look so in love.â
âIâm in love with this work, thatâs it.â you say flatly, staring at the painting behind him.
âUh-uh. That works for me too.â Jaemin replies while his fingers dance across the screen, likely typing some cheesy caption for the picture. A second later your own phone vibrates in your pocket, signaling that he posted the picture and tagged you in it, and you donât even bother looking.
âAt least youâre a natural, Jaemin.â
âWhat, in faking an expression? How are you so sure?â
You blink, meeting his gaze as some child holding a balloon separates the two of you for a mere second. Instinctively, you shorten the distance so you donât lose Jaemin, looking for his hand to take hold of. Youâve already been through that today, linking hands in the crowds. And while there was no real need to do that right now, you just did thatâŚ
To the question in your eyes evoked from his last words, he smirks and adds, âThere are pieces of art here that I look at with fondness just like you do.â
Your heart sinks for a moment, only to create palpitations that mess with your head. You have no idea where they came from or what evoked this feeling in your chest, but while looking anywhere but at Jaemin, your gaze falls on other couples passing by. You were instructed to watch them if youâre having trouble recreating the subtle romantic gestures that indicate dating. Advice from him no doubt, one that you wish you could forget because itâs too late telling your brain to forget what itâs been taught. But the question is, why the sudden turning of stomachs at the sight of them?
While failing to watch your step, you lose your balance and stumble on your own feet, meeting the hard ground hands-first. You feel eyes on you for a short moment; just a mere second any stranger might spare to witness the unfortunate event before moving on with their tour.
Thatâs it, except for Jaemin, who is there to pull you up in a manner of utmost care, dusting off your clothes, taking you to a more secluded area with benches to rest on and asking you at least three times if youâre alright before you can snap out of your surprised state and let out a murmur of affirmation.
In the whirlwind of emotions rushing through your slightly clouded mind, you put the embarrassment of your fall aside. As Jaemin turns your hand around to inspect it, you realize that no amount of hand-holding numbs your reaction to the touch of his warm hands.Â
And no amount of his exaggerated lovey-dovey gestures of affection could prepare you for the look of genuine worry over something so insignificant on his face.
âYou fell on your hands, they must be scrapped⌠letâs get them under cold water, it would wash away the dirt too.âÂ
âItâs okay I can do it myself.â You back away from Jaemin, running to take care of it.
And thatâs when you realize it.
Pretending to be Jaeminâs partner might be the biggest mistake of your life.
Because itâs starting to feel a little too real.
When you exit the bathroom, Jaemin is waiting for you outside, arms crossed with an unreadable expression on his face. The two of you continue your museum date as normal, nothing out of the ordinary happening other than Jaemin just being Jaemin.Â
When lunchtime rolls around, Jaemin takes you into the museum cafĂŠ, refusing to let you pay for anything even though he bought the museum tickets as well. Struggle as much as you want, Jaemin was pretty stubborn.
You and Jaemin sit across from each other, nursing cups of hot chocolate. The quiet buzz of conversation around you blends with the faint classical music playing overhead, the calmness contrasting your otherwise chaotic day.
Youâre still nursing your wounded pride (and scraped hands) from earlier. Jaeminâs fussing had been embarrassing, sure, but also... oddly touching. Itâs been messing with your head ever since.
âYouâre being quiet,â Jaemin says, breaking the silence. He stirs his drink and watches you with another unreadable expression. âNot complaining. Unusual for you.â
âJust tired,â you mutter, avoiding his gaze. âThis whole thing is exhausting.â
âYeah?â He leans back, âWhat part? The fake dating, or me?â
âBoth.â
His laugh is soft, almost self-deprecating. âFair.â
A moment passes, and you realize heâs studying you. Not with his usual playful smirk, but something more serious. Itâs unsettling and scary, like heâs peeling back layers you didnât even know you had.
âYou know,â he starts, voice quieter now, âyouâve always hated me.â
Your head snaps up. âWhat? I donâtââ
âDonât lie. I noticed.â he cuts in, but thereâs no malice in his tone. âItâs fine. I get it. I mean, Iâm Na Jaemin, right? The playboy. The guy whoâs âprobably slept with half the school.ââ He uses his fingers to air quote the phrase, lips forming a bitter smile. âThatâs what people say, isnât it?â
You feel a pang of guilt. Itâs exactly what youâve always thought, always assumed about him.
He continues, eyes fixed on his drink. âFunny thing is, that wasnât true at first. I wasnât like this in high school. Sure, I was flirty, but it was harmless, yâknow? Then one day, someone started a rumor about me. Said I hooked up with some senior at a party.â He shrugs. âIt wasnât true, but people believed it. And once the rumors started, they didnât stop. Girls came up to me and I just... didnât say no.â
You blink, caught off guard by the honesty in his voice. âWhy didnât you?â
âWhy not?â His smile not breaking, âThey already thought I was that guy. And honestly? It was easier to play the part than fight it. People liked the idea of me being the âfun, no-strings-attachedâ guy. I became what they wanted.â
Youâre quiet, the weight of his words settling heavily in your chest. All this time, youâd judged him without really knowing him. And now, sitting across from him, you realize how wrong youâd been.
âIâm sorry,â you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
âFor what?â
âFor... hating you, I guess. I justââ You hesitate, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve, searching for the right words. âIâve never liked the whole âplayboyâ thing. It feels... shallow. And I donât understand how people can be so casual about it.â
Jaeminâs gaze softens. âThatâs because itâs not your thing. And thatâs okay.â
Your eyes lit up with shock. You definitely werenât expecting Jaemin to be this receptive towards your criticisms of him. âI guess Iâve always judged people like you because I donât... get it. Sex and dating just seem so complicated and messy. I donât want anything to do with it.â
Jaemin tilts his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. âYouâre ace, right?â
You nod, surprised he remembered. He mustâve heard it somewhere, you barely told anyone except for your close friends. Others just assumed, which was fine by you.
âThatâs... honestly kind of cool,â he says, leaning forward. âI mean it. You donât have to deal with all this shit. Expectations, drama, people using you for what they want. You just... are. I envy that.â
âYou do?â The idea feels absurd. Jaemin, envying you?
âYeah.â He smiles, but thereâs a hint of sadness in it. âIâve spent so much time being what other people expect. Sometimes I donât even know who I really am. But you? Youâre just you. Thatâs... rare.â
His words catch you off guard, leaving a strange ache in your chest. You wonder if heâs just been hiding behind a mask this whole time. Who really was the Na Jaemin sitting right in front of you right now? âWell,â you say softly, âI think youâre more than what people say about you.â
He raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. âCareful, Y/N. That almost sounded like a compliment. Youâre supposed to hate me.â
âDonât let it go to your head,â you shoot back, but thereâs no hostility in your tone.
For the first time, you see him for who he really is. Not Na Jaemin, the playboy, your rival⌠but just... Jaemin. And maybe, just maybe, you donât hate him as much as you thought.
When the two of you finished your museum exploration, you found yourselves in the gift shop. The aisles were packed with trinkets, books, and stuffed animals, the kind of things that were charming but utterly unnecessary and overly expensive. You didnât plan on buying anything, but Jaemin insisted he wanted to pick up something for a friend.
Shivering slightly, you rubbed your arms, trying to warm up in the chill from the air conditioning blowing down from the vent above.
âCold?â Jaemin asked, his sharp eyes catching your sudden movement.
âOh, just the A/C,â you replied quickly, waving him off, but you couldnât stop the flush creeping over your cheeks.
âDo you want my coat?â He was already starting to remove his gray jacket, but you held up a hand.
âIâm fine, Iâm fine,â you said hastily. âItâll be warmer outside.â
Jaemin paused, then smirked. âArenât you glad your friends dragged you to that party?â He asked, standing right beside you now, picking up a penguin from the stuffed animal bin. âIsnât he cute?â
âAbsolutely not,â you said, laughing despite yourself. âThough Iâll admit, this has been... fun. Even if the âfake datingâ part threw me for a loop. And yes, heâs super cute. But penguins arenât my favorite.âÂ
He raised an eyebrow, eyes burning into you, as he turned the penguin over in his hands. âWho said it was fake?â
You blinked at him, unsure if youâd heard right. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
He didnât answer, just hummed and walked away, leaving you standing there with your arms crossed, frowning after him. Whatâs he playing at?
Trying to shake off the odd tension, you wandered to another shelf and found yourself staring at a tower of cell phone plushies. Your eyes landed on a bunny plush, adorable, with floppy ears, sparkling blue eyes, and a pink nose. You reached for it, but so did another hand.
âOopsâsorry,â you stammered, looking up to see Jaemin standing beside you again.
âOh,â he said, his voice light, but his eyes were unreadable.
âI was justââ
âWhich one did you want?â he asked, his tone suddenly serious.
âThe bunny,â you admitted, pointing. âBut itâs the last one, and if you wanted itââ
Before you could finish, he grabbed it.
âActually, I did,â he said, pulling out his wallet and heading to the cashier.
You stood there, stunned and a little annoyed. Seriously? Heâs that kind of guy?
As you stared forlornly at the remaining plushies: a raccoon, a squirrel, and a cat that werenât nearly as cute. You sighed. Itâs fine. Itâs just a toy. But somehow, it still stung.
âHere.â
You turned to see Jaemin dangling the bunny plush in front of you, a playful grin on his face. âYouâI thought you wanted it?â you said as you reached out to take it. The plush felt even softer than it looked.
âI did,â he said with a wink. âBut I wanted to buy it for you.â
âIâthank you.â You stumbled over your words, suddenly feeling silly but also oddly happy. A big, goofy grin spread across your face as you hugged the bunny to your chest.
Jaemin chuckled softly. âYouâre cute when youâre flustered, you know that?â
âShut up,â you fired back, but your cheeks still burned.
You started to turn away, but Jaemin stopped you with a gentle tug on your sleeve. His expression was different now, serious, almost nervous, as he looked at you.
âY/N,â he began, his voice quieter. âThereâs something I need to tell you.â
Your stomach flipped. âWhat is it?â
âThis... whole fake dating thing?â He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost shy. That was strange in comparison to his usual confidence. âIt wasnât just about my ex, or shutting people up. IâIâve been watching you for a while. I mean, not in a creepy way,â he added quickly, a faint blush creeping up his neck. âI just... Iâve always been interested in you. Youâre smart, funny, and you donât care about impressing anyone. Youâre... different. In a good way.â
Oh you werenât expecting that. You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. âJaemin, Iââ
âI know you have concerns,â he said, cutting you off gently. âAbout... your sexuality, and what people might think. But I donât care about any of that. I donât care what the world expects or what people say. I care about you. And Iâm not asking you to change or be anything other than yourself. Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted.â
His words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. You didnât know what to say. Youâd spent so long assuming Jaemin was just a shallow playboy, someone who could never understand you. But now, looking into his eyes, you realized how wrong youâd been. Jaemin understood you way too well. Enough to the point where he was hitting all the right points of reassurance in your heart.
âI donât know if I can be what youâre looking for,â you whispered.
He smiled softly. âYou already are.â
For a moment, the world around you faded. The noise of the gift shop, the bustle of other shoppers. It was just you and Jaemin, and the quiet, fragile connection that had grown between you.
Maybe this wasnât fake after all.
You realized just how much heâd been hiding. Jaemin, the playboy everyone admired, the guy who never seemed to take anything seriously, was opening up to you in a way that was raw, even vulnerable.
âHonestly?â you whispered, clutching the bunny plush to your chest. âI never thought someone like you would understand... someone like me.â
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring. âI get that. I probably donât fit the part, huh? But, Y/N, youâre incredible just as you are. I think itâs amazing that you know what you want and what you donât want. I wish Iâd figured that out sooner.â
You looked down, feeling way too emotional, âSo, you really donât... mind?â
Jaemin shook his head, his smile was gentle. âNot even a little. Iâm here because I like you for who you are. You donât need to be anyone else or change anything about yourself. Iâm fully willing to love you. Just like this.â
His words settled over you, as warm and comforting as his coat might have been. The insecurities youâd held about relationships, about your identity, all the ways you feared you might not be enough for someone. Maybe never even find someone at all? They began to melt, replaced by a quiet sense of peace.
âSo... if this isnât fake, does that mean this is... this date is⌠real?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Jaemin smiled, reaching down to take your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours in a way that felt so natural it sent a shiver down your spine. âItâs as real as you want it to be. No pressure, no expectations. Just us, figuring this out together.â
Looking up at him, you felt something you hadnât quite felt before. This wasnât about conforming to anyoneâs idea of love or romance. It was about connection. And standing there, surrounded by stuffed animals and museum souvenirs, you felt like youâd found something rare.
You squeezed his hand, a small smile breaking across your face. âAlright, Jaemin. Letâs give this a try. Just... donât go stealing all the last plushies every time weâre out together, okay?â
He laughed, his grin brightening at your words. âOnly if you agree to keep that bunny plush with you as a reminder.â
âOf what?â
âOf this moment. And of the fact that someone finds you absolutely perfect, exactly as you are.â
The two of you walked out of the gift shop hand in hand, leaving behind any doubts and stepping into something perfectly real.
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âł Pairing: Dad-Minho x reader
⧠Genre: fluff
⧠Words: +1k
â§Summary : Let's say that Minho was not too happy to find out that his little girl got herself a boyfriend.
⧠A/N: I think I might be addicted to dadMinho, sue me.
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âStop stomping your foot.â You poked Minhoâs arm.Â
He stopped and slowly turned his face to look at you. No, not to look at you. To scowl at you. It was cute how he thought he could intimidate you even after three years of marriage, six years of relationships and eleven years of friendship. You had seen it all. So no, his little act of intimidation didnât faze you. Not the slightest. Instead you smiled sweetly at him.Â
He grumbled. âIâm just excited to see my little girl after a whole week away.âÂ
You were tempted to tease him, to point out to him that he looked more upset than excited, but your face softened at his words. Maybe he looked a little grumpy, but you knew how he felt deep inside. Minho hated leaving for more than a day. Not that you wanted to flatter yourself, but apparently the man couldnât properly function away from you for too long. Or your little girl. He needed the two of you every day; to hear your voices, your laughs that he adored so much, to be able to touch you.Â
âSheâs excited too.â You said as you grabbed his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.Â
Nari was more than excited. You couldnât force her to sleep last night no matter how hard you tried. The girl, sadly for the two of you, was just as stubborn as her parents, at only five years old. But you understood her feelings, her longing. She wanted to see her daddy just as much as you did. FaceTiming with him every night wasnât the same. Reading her a story before bed through the phone was not enough. She missed his presence, his warm hugs.Â
âIâm happy youâre back.â You leaned closer and pecked his lips. âI missed you.âÂ
Minho relaxed at your words and a smug smile spread across his face. âDid you now?â He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flush against him.
âMinho.â You warned him. You didnât mind his display of affection, you craved his touches. But you were still standing in the middle of the street along with many other parents. Mothers who got a little too noisy for your liking.Â
Before you could make any other protests, Minho claimed your mouth, shutting you up, pressing you even more against him. Resigned, you bit playfully on his lips, ignoring the loud gasps close to you.Â
The loud laughs of kids interrupted your sweet moment. Minho dropped you instantly, his eyes already on the dozens of kids running to their parents. Of course he would forget all about you so easily. You chuckled to yourself and watched him from the side.Â
The happiness in his eyes only intensified as he eyed the kids, trying to spot Nari among them. But it got quickly replaced with a scowl.Â
âWhat the fuck.â He muttered and took a step.Â
You followed his eyes and winced. Yeah, maybe you should have mentioned that your five years old girl got herself a boyfriend. You took Minhoâs hand, forcing him to stay still. âMinho.âÂ
âWho the fuck is he?â He growled, âAnd why is he holding Nariâs hand?â You couldnât ignore his murderous aura even if you tried. And judging by how quickly people around you took steps back, they felt it too.Â
âMinho.âÂ
âIâm going to-â
âLee Minho. Calm the fuck down. Theyâre five. Itâs not that serious.â When Nari had told you about her boyfriend, your first reaction was to laugh so hard you had to hold your stomach. But then Nari had scowled at you, the typical Lee Minhoâs scowl, and it made you pause. She had been serious. You thought it was cute but you should have considered Minhoâs reaction. The ever overprotective dad.Â
Minho looked at you, devastated, lost and also still so upset. You should feel bad for him and comfort him but you just couldnât help but laugh. This situation was getting more and more ridiculous.Â
âDaddy!!â Nari squealed, so excited, so happy.Â
Minho instantly forgot all about his mental breakdown and spun around, arms opened wide to welcome her in his arms. And she did. Nari jumped in his arms and giggled loudly and sweetly. The best sound in the world.
âI missed you!!â She gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
âI missed you too.â He scooped her in his arms and spun her around, thriving in the sound of her giggles and huge smile.Â
Your heart swelled with love and pride at your little family. Minho and Nari were everything you could dream of, hope for in life. They filled your heart with so much fondness and need to protect. The perfect little family.
âHi mommy!â Nari waved cutely her hand, still resting safely in Minhoâs arms.Â
You kissed her cheek in response. âHad a good day?âÂ
âYes!! I have to show you my new drawings!âÂ
Minho was probably about to say that her drawings were amazing without even seeing them, just because he loved her so much. But then, his eyes fell on her boyfriend, and his scowl was back. Fortunately for him, Nari was too busy telling you all about her activities. Unfortunately for you, you had to keep smiling (and not laughing at your ridiculous husband) while he was having a glaring contest with a five years old kid. Save me.Â
âDaddy, can you put me back on the ground?â Nari stopped talking in the middle of her explanation and looked at her dad. âI want to say goodbye to my boyfriend.â
Minhoâs body response was to obey. He put her back on the ground and realized too late what he had done. You wrapped your arm around him, to comfort him or maybe to prevent him from doing something incredibly stupid.Â
âOh hell no.â Minho growled as he watched Nari kiss the boyâs cheek, smiling so sweetly at him, whispering something in his ear, giggling together.Â
âMinho. You know I love you,â You reminded him, âBut I swear to god if you try to fight a five years old kid, Iâm going to kick your ass.âÂ
Minho slowly averted his eyes from a painful scene and looked at you with gritted teeth. âSheâs too damn young to kiss a stupid boy who wouldnât be even able to protect her.â
âYeah. Theyâre five. Of course he canât fight.â
âI can fight.âÂ
You shook your head. âYouâre not competing with a kid. Now behave.â You ordered as the boyâs parents along with Nari approached you.Â
âNari is such a little angel!â His mom beamed, heart eyes, as she watched the two of them. âArenât they cute together? Ah, young love.â She cooed dreamily.Â
They were cute, but you would rather die than admit it for Minhoâs sake.Â
âHow about we meet tomorrow afternoon?â His mom suggested, already excited about her plan. âThey can play and we can spend some time together!âÂ
You felt Minho tense under your touch, followed by âOver my dead body.âÂ
âSorry?â His mom asked.Â
âOf course!â You stepped in. Not that you wanted to spend time with her, now that Minho was back but you could see how much the idea of playing with her boyfriend made Nari happy. âDo you mind if Minho comes too? He just got back from a trip.âÂ
âOf course!âÂ
Minho waited for them to leave before leaning dangerously close, âYouâre gonna pay for his.âÂ
You sent him a flying kiss. If you had to suffer then so did he. âGame on, pretty boy.âÂ
Nari groaned and gaged. âYouâre disgusting.âÂ
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PRECđžS â âĄââ â seven minutes in heaven with your ex boyfriend.
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a good portion of your life decisions has to be rethinked. half of the said portion needs to be modified, or even, destroyed with your bare hands.
starting with the one that let you here in the first place; agreeing to go to your friendâs party. leading you to end up in the middle of young adults drenched in sweat added to the scent of pure alcohol and other substances, loud music buzzing all the way to your brain, the ground vibrating as bodies jump up and down along the beat. not that you are shaming anyone â it is not as if you werenât on the dance floor as well. vibing to the music after one of your friends dragged you to it with her, you bumped into a few people you could recognize the face or nameâs first letter of. some you knew way better but decided to ignore until you were ready to face.
without even realizing, the simple fact of letting yourself loose around your friends made you stay at the party, that you were originally planning on staying for one hour to, much longer. as all your favorite songs were playing on the speakers, you didnât even notice most of the people leaving. then when you did, the couch was too comfortable to get up just yet and quickly a bunch of people gathered around you until forming a full circle with you in it.
the second decision you should have made was leaving as soon as you saw a guy that you canât reckon the name or existence of finishing his bottle of beer eagerly before putting it flat on the center of all of you. not because seven minutes in heaven is a silly game, although it is, there is a more important reason you should have avoided being in this circle or this party as a whole.
now, the bottle landed on you, heeseung being the one who spinned it in the first place. you find yourself trapped in a ridiculous closet with your ex boyfriend. which you havenât seen in the flesh since he left korea during a whole year. and no, not even when he came back three months ago.
(not because you resented him. most likely because you were too nervous to confront him about your relationshipâs current situation.
everything was too complicated, acting as if he was your ex boyfriend made your heart lighter and slowly became a reality as the months passed by.)
you could practically hear the grin growing on his face as you walked into the small piece, you wanted to kill him when he opened the door for you.
arms crossing themselves under your chest, you watched heeseung close the door behind him. his grin being ten times bigger than when your eyes met in the circle, âsoââ
he got cut off as soon as he started talking, âwe are not,â you emphasize on the last word. âkissingâ
he fakes a saddened sound and a little pout, it doesnât last long, though. his beautiful smile is back on his lips when the thought that you saw right through him runs in his mind because of course, he was ready to for it. he steps in front of you, âwhy?â he asks, tilting his head to the side. his voice is deep and slowly goes into a whisper, âare you getting shy? we already did that plenty of times before.â
the sound of his voice solely makes you court-circuit. you can feel your whole face getting red at the memory of his hot mouth on yours, the way he sighs in your mouth after a long time being away, his tongue traveling inside of it, his hands all over your body like he wants to make sure every part of it is still there, you remember it well. your eyes shot back and forth between his lips and his eyes â panic quickly settingin.
heeseung seems to notice your state of mind because he tilts his head to the other side, his smile turns into a playful smirk and he cocks one of eyebrows. a hum leaves his chest and vibrates in his throat as his mouth is still closed, silently asking you for an answer.
you cringe when you finally make your heart beat normally again, âweâwe are exes!â
instead of âwe havenât seen each other for more than a yearâ, because it would be too weird, this is the only excuse you can come up with.
âis that all?â he chuckles, he takes another step towards you. for a second; he seems hurts, you brush it off. you furrow your eyebrows deeper at his movements as well as at his question. your excuse should be enough, alas it seems like it isnât, âare you going out with anyone else these days?â
his body was beginning to be too close to yours for you to keep eye contact. you huffed anyway, as if you werenât too busy mourning your semi-failed relationship with him to fall for somebody else. his stares is insistent on you and you canât help but drag your gaze anywhere but on him.
you released a breath you didnât know you were holding, âno, i am not,â there is no reason, for why you didnât just tell him it was none of his business, not one you can wrap your head around at least. maybe you are not so petty anymore or maybe you donât want heeseung to think you are in a relationship.
heeseung head falls, looking at his shoes. he stayed silent for a worrying amount of seconds, so much that you looked up to his face just to see him fighting a smile from spreading all over his face. he nodded while fighting for what seemed to be his life, slowly going back to looking at you. his tongue poked his cheek, despite all his efforts, he was still smiling.
he steps closer to you again, now you have to tilt your head up to look at him, âgood,â he affirmed with full confidence, like the way he carried himself in front of you, âyou donât need anyone else,â there rest of the sentence is unspoken but still written all over his pretty face: other than me.
these simple words make all your control over your mind vanish. all the thoughts in your head vanishes in a few seconds, getting quickly replaced by the sugarcoated words of the man in front of you, who keeps on coming impossibly closer to you. he slowly is cornering you between the small closetâs wall and himself â before you can touch it, you almost trip over your feet as you walk backwards, his strong hand hold your lower back to prevent you from falling. your hands hold onto his biceps, you can feel his skin under your palms, your fingertips sinking in the muscles beneath them.
your heart is racing so much that you can feel it in your feet, warmth floods through all your body and you feel embarrassed by the thought of how red your face must be at this exact moment.
âare you okay?â he asks you gently. and hell, you could make a mess of his mouth right now.
you only press your lips together and nod, letting out a weak sound of âmhmâ. then you just stare at him for a while, your chest rises and falls, your breath is heavy, the tension is building and heeseung is very close from combusting, you know it. however, he doesnât lean in just yet, he wants you to make it â he wants to make sure you want it.
he speaks up again but his words are barely registered by you, âthe only reason you have been feeling alone is because i wasnât there,â nodding your head, your gaze too focused on his biceps. âi have been feeling the same as well,â he whispers, your thumbs rub against his skin, your mind is empty. he tucks a hair strand behind your hair, âbut iâm here now,â he assures. âhm?â
you nod, although you didnât really listen. there is only one option left.
your hand goes up to his shoulder, brushing against his neck to the back of it before reaching his hair. you lean him down as you put yourself on your tiptoes, heeseung lets you do whatever you want.
softness closes over your mouth. as usual, heeseung sighs into it, as if he has been craving this for months, and maybe he did. you could feel your body getting weaker. his arms hugging your waist gently the same way yours hug his neck â you both pulled each other as close as you could. your mouth fell open and he gently licked into your mouth.
he kisses you softly, carefully and kindly. heeseung always kisses you like that when he has missed you. his hands grip into your shirt as if he doesnât want to you go away from him, bringing you closer and closer as the kiss goes on, he wants to melt into you.
he pulls back quickly, feeling himself losing it, âi missed you so much,â he tells you. his breath brushes right against your mouth. you can only look at him, not knowing what to say, with your gorgeous eyes and flushed cheeks. he whines, âdonât look at me like that,â and his tongue goes back to working in your mouth.
he wants to devour you.
you mind completely clouds over when heeseung tilts his head to the side in hope to get better access to your mouth, and his wish is given to him in a silver plate. you let out a song you are too embarrassed about to not throw into the bin of your deepest and darkest memories. you release a shuddered breath against his mouth when his hand drags itself from your waist to your nape, sending you chills through it. heeseungâs hand on the back of your head made your lips press even more against his.
you donât know how long heeseung kisses you breathless but suddenly he slowly leans back up, his grip on your waist getting tighter. you slowly gets lifted off the floor for a hug-kiss. the joy bubbles up in your chest, threatens to burst out off your chest, and heeseung has to stop the kiss because you are smiling too hard.
you hug him tightly, hiding your face in his shoulder while his lips travel on your neck, leaving kisses here and there while you giggle. you missed him so much.
for sure, you could stay like this forever and you would if it wasnât for the loud banging against the door. the seven minutes are over, still heeseung kisses you â a few quick pecks before putting you back on the floor.
he stares at you for a moment, a curse gently leaves his mouth and weirdly because itâs him, it doesnât sound so be, âyou are so pretty.â
you fight the urge to roll your eyes. feeling so soft and flustered, suddenly even more shy than earlier.
heeseung dragged you out of the closet with his hand in yours. you put a lot of effort in avoiding eye contact with your friends, which happened to be the majority of the people present here. with an arm hugging your waist when you both reached the couch, heeseung made you both sit on it. his arm lay heavy on your shoulders while he swooped in to kiss you softly on the cheek.
everyone groans loudly. you are both so back.
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Hehe hi luna! đĽşđŤś may i request birthday sex w chan except its his fake childrens day birthday and he finds it hilarious that you're taking it so seriously when actually you just want an excuse to spoil him for (another) day? đđ
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content: birthday!chan, established relationship implied, lots of banter, (it's not actually his birthday!!) afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, etc.
wc: 1538
a/n: im convinced this would actually happen in real life lol
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"god, you too?", chan laughed incredulously as soon as he stepped foot into your shared apartment, surprised at the sight but not really.
he should've known that the joke would make its way to you eventually.
"what? can't celebrate my boyfriend's birthday?", you pouted mockingly as you held out the small birthday cake out to him.
behind you stood a few birthday decorations you'd bought behind chan's back a few days back â dinosaur themed, of course.
looking at all the decorations clearly marketed towards children, chan chuckled again, walking up to you and staring you down as he attempted not to smile. unfortunately, the situation was too ridiculous for him to put his acting skills to use.
"you're the bane of my existence," he said once he was in front of you as you lifted up the cake in a silent gesture for him to blow out the singular candle.
"make a wish?", you ignored him.
sighing, he leaned down to follow your instruction, closing his eyes and taking a second to hum as he thought of a wish. blowing out the candle, he then straightened his back and gave you a forced smile (which barely hid the very real smile on his lips).
"happy?"
"very," you grinned, "what was your wish?", you asked as you put the cake down on the table nearby, now heading to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
instinctively, his hands glued themselves around your waist, pulling you in close, "for my girlfriend to stop bullying me."
"dude, that was a trick question! you're not supposed to tell me. everyone knows that. now your wish won't come true!", you gaped at him, mocking him with every word.
groaning, he buried his face in your neck, defiantly giving the empty skin of your shoulder a tiny bite.
you yelped, complaining at the sudden attack, "ah! i prepare you a birthday party and this is how you repay me?"
"what good do i get out of your mockery, baby?"
nudging him away from your shoulder, you gave him a suggestive look, "well, you know what comes with every birthday, right?"
"hmm", he pondered, "what might that be?"
you leaned up close, lips by his ear, "birthday sex?"
"oh ...", he breathed out, hands tightening on your waist, "is that so?"
with a bite to your lip, you nodded, separating yourself from him and walking yourself back to your bedroom, eyes glued to his own, "wanna come unwrap your present?", you asked before turning around and charging into the room.
nodding, he followed after you, catching up to you as he held you in his arms, practically tackling you. the act was followed by a heavy kiss as his hands wrapped around you once more, feeling you up through your clothes. your hands were equally needy as they ran through his hair, softly pulling in the way you knew he liked.
"you bully me a lot for someone who wants me this badly," he bantered into your lips.
"'bully'? is that how you thank your girlfriend for caring about your birthday?", you just were not letting go of the joke.
despite how silly the whole situation was, chan couldn't find it in himself to feel any type of real frustration. your dedication made him too fond (and surprisingly, a little horny), causing him to simply chuckle against your lips while his hands attempted to rid you of your clothes.
your newfound almost-nudity proved to be a bigger challenge than dealing with your teasing, as you now stood in front of chan with one of the prettiest sets of lingerie he'd ever seen.
"like your gift, baby?" you grinned at him, disconnecting from him and walking yourself back to the bed, sitting down as you presented your body to him.
any thoughts of a stupid birthday joke left his mind as he zeroed in on your body, breath now heavy at the sight.
"yeah," he went along with it, "best birthday gift ever," his words did not meet his eyes, as they showed lust that could not be portrayed through speech.
he threw off his clothing as he made his way to you, stumbling as he removed his shoes but determined nonetheless. finally reaching you, he pushed you back on the bed, crawling over you as his hands got their fill of your body.
"do i get to fuck you, baby? or are you gonna do it since it's my day?", he murmured into your neck, drinking in any pretty sigh you let out at his kisses.
"the birthday boy gets to decide," you breathed when his lips made their way to your tits, suckling at your nipples through the thin bralette you were wearing.
"mind if i rip my present, pretty?" his hands were itching to get you as naked as he was.
"you didn't like it?", you pouted mockingly, knowing that was absolutely not the case.
"i'll fuck you with it on, i don't care," he was serious too.
opting to hastily remove it instead, he went to reach for a condom from the bedside table, only to be halted by you.
"doesn't the birthday boy want to fuck me raw?", you looked up at him expectantly.
huh?
"baby?", he gulped.
"happy birthday?", you smiled at him, pulling him down for another kiss.
he practically growled against your lips, "happy birthday to me," he sighed before beginning to sloppily align himself to your cunt, refusing to disconnect your lips.
a groan vibrated into your open mouth when he finally entered you, breathing out praise as you sucked at his tongue.
he grew desperate quite quickly, falling in love with the feeling of your bare cunt within seconds. chan was sure this was the most unfiltered pleasure he had ever felt. your walls were too warm for him to process, making him entirely too lightheaded to even comprehend how good he was feeling.
the thought of your first time giving it to him raw being part of a lamely orchestrated joke crossed his mind for a mere second, but it didnt distract him from pounding into you with every ounce of desire imbedded in his body. he couldnt comprehend how good you were to him â how pretty and funny and perfect and just tailored to him you were.
making up an entire ruse of his fake birthday just to mess with him, luring him back into your room and then presenting your bare cunt to him ... yeah, he needed to marry you asap.
rocking his hips into your own, his hands held onto the back of your thighs for dear life, holding them up to get the optimal angle that allowed him to hit that spongy spot inside of you that he knew drove you crazy. the pretty whines of his name were just another reason as to why chan felt the sudden need to head to the nearest jewelry store and ransack them of the largest ring they had to offer.
"feel so fucking good ... fuck, i- pretty cunt keeps sucking me in," he moaned out into your lips.
the kiss wasn't even a kiss anymore. it was a disgusting mess of tongues sucking at each other while teeth clanked every once in a while. but it was a nastiness that chan lived for.
"channie ... fuck, need you to cum. need my pretty birthday boy to cum," you murmured as he sucked at your tongue, making it all the harder for you to let out a single sentence.
you knew his body too well. it was far too easy for you to spot his orgasm coming. luckily for him, he knew you even better, aware that yours was likely around the corner.
not wanting to risk cumming before you (which was very likely considering the gorgeous cunt warming up his cock at the moment), his hand slipped between you to flick at your clit, swallowing every pretty moan breathed out against his lips.
"where? where can i cum, pretty? hmm? need- need you to tell me where," he knew he was being obvious about his unspoken desire to cum in you, but he wanted a full-pledged confirmation that you wanted him to finish inside you â that and also a depraved need to hear you beg to be filled up.
"inside, channie ... you know- you know i want it inside. need you to fill me up," you whined, nails scratching at his back.
"gonna film you up ..." he promised, "gonna have you dripping for me, okay?"
only moments later and he found himself emptying all of him inside you as he gasped into your mouth, only to begin crying out against you when your cunt suddenly tightened with your own orgasm.
humping against you, he lost himself in the pleasure while his orgasm subsided along with yours. pretty sighs of his name filled his ears, making him murmur praise against your own.
finally falling limp against you, he lazily flipped you over so half your body would lay atop his own whilst he ran his hands softly up and down your back.
"did you like your birthday present?" you asked. he could feel your dumb smile against his chest.
chuckling, he gave up, "fucking love my birthday."
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part 2
genre:Â angst, established relationship
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warnings: curse words (and some of the boys are really cruel to yn :()
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LEE HEESEUNG
"Please, can we talk about this tomorrow?" Heeseung groans as he slumps down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. He really doesn't want to get mad at you at such late hour but he can't help it when you keep talking his ear off from the moment that he's walked into your shared apartment. "I'm dead tired, just let it go for now, okay?"
"I'm not sleeping with you today," you scoff, not even daring to look at him so that he doesn't notice the tears of frustration that have started brimming in your eyes.
You've just found out from one of Heeseung's friends that he was out with his ex for almost the entire day. Without telling you a word about it. Normally, you weren't the jealous type as you trust your boyfriend with your whole heart. But after hearing that he's been having the time of his life with the girl that has once broken his heart, while you were at home waiting for him to come back, your thoughts drifted onto a completely different track.
"Why? Fuck, so what if I saw her today?' He exclaims, slapping his thighs with a breathless laugh. "Nothing happened! She just wanted to talk, YN! Talk. Stop trying to turn it into something that it's not."
"Then why didn't you even bother telling me that you were meeting her?" You ask, involuntarily letting yourself get emotional and raising your voice as well. "Who even does shit like that?"
"I just didn't think it would matter so much to you, that's all. I thought you trusted me a little more!"
"So you're saying that if I were to hang out with my ex and didn't tell you anything about it, you'd be fine with it?" You snort when he nods his head. "Alright, yeah. I almost believe you."
"God, you're just like her! Why would I ever think of cheating on you with her when the two of you are exactly alike?" Heeseung ignores the hurt look on your face and keeps on talking nonsense, fueled up by anger. "Both have trust issues. Both are ridiculously jealous. Both are way too clingy for anybody to bear. Fucking twins!"
You laugh in disbelief as you stand up from the couch. "Why are we even in this relationship if I'm so fucking unlovable to you?"
"Good question," he quietly murmurs.
You don't bother to wait for his apology or pleads for you to stay as you know he's way too deep in his anger to even start acknowledging your feelings now. You don't even have the strength to slam the door, so you just quietly let them shut behind you as you walk out on the dark street.
PARK JAY
You cross your arms over your chest, watching as your boyfriend finishes getting dressed for work. He said he would take the day off today but he obviously forgot to do so and now is leaving you hanging onto another empty promise.
"You're twisting my words! I just said you promised you would stay with me today, that's all."
"Well and I said I forgot! End of the story," Jay grumbles at you, dismissing you with a flick of his hand. "Whatever, I don't have time for this right now."
"You never do!" You raise your voice involuntarily and turn your face away as you feel the tears gathering in your eyes. How could he forget? "Not even once have I ever been prioritized while being in this relationship with you! And it's not like you even have anything important to do today!"
"We're not having this conversation again," he laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers through his hair. "My boss called me and said he needs my help. Of course my job is gonna come first in a situation like that, YN! After all this time, I thought you'd be more understanding by now."
"Yeah, it's just there are days where I want to be put first for a change. It's not like I ask you for that every week!"
You can't help but let the tears drop down your cheeks, failing to hide your emotions for any longer. You're right, though. Jay knows it too. You never complain about his work or ask him to take the day off, unless the date is important to you. It's just too bad he is too much in his own head to think about it for a little longer.
"I can always take the day off next week!" Jay says with a roll of his eyes. "And, god, why do you always have to cry?"
"Because it's my fucking birthday, you asshole," you breathe out in a broken voice before standing up from the bed.
Jay's eyes almost double in their size as he lets your words repeat in his mind. Birthday. It's your birthday. He tries to grab your wrist as you walk past him but you jerk it away from him.
"Honey, I-"
"I don't wanna talk to you right now."
You rush out of the bedroom. Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you slide to the ground and bury your head in your hands, finally letting out the sob that's been weighting on your throat throughout the entire morning.Â
SIM JAKE
As you walk out of the restaurant angrily, you dial Jake's number. It's the fourth time you've been stood up by him like that, sitting completely embarrassed and alone at the table reserved for two. Jake was supposed to meet you here forty minutes ago and while at first you waited patiently for him, knowing his schedule is rather tight, after almost an hour of having your calls not answered, you started losing your cool.
"Hi, baby. What's up?" You hear his cheerful voice from the other side of the phone.
"Nothing much besides the fact that I've been stood up by my boyfriend once again this week," you reply in a rather passive aggressive manner as you open the door of your car. "How was your day, babe?"
Jake keeps silent for a second or two before a groan leaves his throat. "Fuck, it completely slipped out my mind. I'm sorry."
"Yeah, you should be," you nearly growl, starting your car. You curse quietly when the engine stutters and chokes but doesn't want to start by the first two times. "I waited forty minutes for you, jackass."
"Shit, are you still there? Just wait a little more and I'll be there soon, I promise."
You scoff loudly. "You've got some nerve, I'll give you that."
You can hear him sigh heavily and you can just picture how he's pinching the bridge of his nose at the moment. "Can you stop that? I already apologized. I'm sorry that I have to work."
"Oh, you're very welcome." You grit your teeth, keeping your phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you drive out of the parking lot. "Would it really kill you to remember about me even once?"
"YN, you're not being fair right now," he says and you know he's pushing himself to his limits to not raise his voice at you. "Look, one of us has to actually make some money. I can't keep my head wrapped around everything."
"Oh, yeah? So you're at work right now?"
He stutters slightly. Got him. "Well, no I-"
"Jake, are you coming, man?"
Hearing Heeseung's voice shouting on the other line makes your fingers clench on the wheel tightly. You breathe in sharply and let out a short laugh. "Good to know what your priorities are, Jake."
"No, wait, I'm-"
You interrupt him again before ending the call, "Don't bother."
PARK SUNGHOON
You breathe out in relief when you hear the familiar sound of Sunghoon's car pulling up on the driveway. He hasn't been answering any of your calls since the afternoon and you really started getting worried. You've been arguing with each other throughout the couple past weeks and you took notice of how distanced he's become towards you. You've attempted to fix that but it's a really hard task to do with your boyfriend being as stubborn as he is.
"Oh my god, I was so worried about you," you say the second when Sunghoon walks into your house. "Where have you been?"
He only nods his head at you in acknowledgement and toes his shoes off wordlessly. You frown slightly at his sudden muteness and put the sizzling pan aside.
"I made you dinner, figured you'd be hungry," you start again and only get disappointed when he dismisses you curtly.
"I'm not."
Pressing your lips together, you nod your head slightly before following him to the living room and taking a seat next to him, not close enough to irk him any further though. The two of you sit in silence, mindlessly watching the random channel that Sunghoon played. He has his arms folded on his chest and you wonder what went so wrong that he suddenly turned so cold towards you.
So you try again, speaking with a soft voice. "Why didn't you answer my calls today, honey?"
You feel your whole body tensing when he lets out a groan. "Cause I didn't want you distracting me."
"Okay, what the hell is up with you, Hoon? Why the attitude?" You ask, turning away from the TV screen to look at your boyfriend's frowned up face.
You don't miss the roll of his eyes as he clicks his tongue. "For fuck's sake, if I knew you'd be this needy today, I would've stayed out longer."
You try not to show how much his words hurt you but the look on your face tells him a completely different story. You clear your throat and decide on voicing the thought that's made itself way too comfortable in your mind during the past few weeks. "Sometimes I just feel like you don't love me anymore."
"Well, maybe I would've loved you a little more if you stopped being so clingy. Seriously, fifteen calls, YN! Who the hell does that?"
Silence. His hurtful words linger in the air heavily and you both say nothing. You avoid his eyes, lips slightly trembling from the heartbreak. Sunghoon still says nothing as you stand up from the couch and leave the room in a rush.
KIM SUNOO
"Do you even hear yourself? Why would she be lying?" Sunoo shouts at you as he crosses his arms defensively.
You're gripping the edge of your sleeve tightly, trying to prevent yourself from raising your voice as well. Even though you're keeping cool, his words and accusations stab your heart with dozens of needles. Having your boyfriend believing his friend rather than you has got to be one of the worst feelings in the world.
"And why would I be lying?" You ask, glaring him down. "Why would I, your girlfriend, lie about my whereabouts? For fun?"
He scoffs at you. "Well, you didn't tell me you were hanging out with Sunghoon, did you?"
"No, because I wasn't hanging out with him, we just stumbled upon each other on my way back," you explain calmly as you clench your sleeve even tighter from frustration. "We literally talked for five minutes."
"That's not what what I've heard."
You roll your eyes at his stubbornness. "Yeah, cause what else would a person that's been in love with you for two years tell you?" You can't really help the sarcastic tone that's sneaked itself into your speech and you can see it only irks Sunoo more as he nearly scowls at you.
But all that you've said is the truth. Since the beginning of your relationship, you've noticed his best friend's spiteful looks thrown your way along with the heart-eyes directed at Sunoo. You've kept quiet for all this time, not saying a word even when he ditched you for her or made plans without your knowing. But this, this is just too much for you.
"You don't know what you're talking about," he has the audacity to laugh at you.
"No, Sunoo, it hurts me, you know?" You finally let all of your feelings that have been crumpled inside you for all these years. "Do you ever even try to acknowledge my feelings when you hang out with her?"
"Don't turn this on me right now. And I'm not allowed to have female friends now? What kind of a girlfriend even are you?"
You get up from his bed and scoff at him. "And what kind of a boyfriend accuses his girlfriend of cheating while he sneaks out without her knowledge to meet up with his best friend?"
With that, you turn on your heel and leave his apartment, slamming the door behind you.
YANG JUNGWON
"That's not what friends do, YN! Are you even listening to me?"
"I am but you're being ridiculous!" You bite back at your boyfriend, walking back from a lunch with your best friend.
Throughout the entire meal she's been throwing jabs and snarly remarks at you, and although you've already grown used to her attitude, Jungwon just couldn't let that slide. He thinks it's illogical that someone you've been calling your friend for such a long time, would act so mean and nearly insulting towards you.
"I don't understand how can you let her speak to you that way," he breathes out in disbelief. "I wanted to spit in her face after an hour of talking to her, why do you let her do this to you all the time?"
"Because she's my best friend, Won!" You try to stay your ground as you dig into your purse, looking for your keys. "That's just how she is. I've learnt not to take any offence in that. You shouldn't either."
"I just care about you, so forgive me for not liking it when someone insults my girlfriend!"
You sigh, feeling tired from the night and the ongoing argument. "I know you do but I don't see it that way. She's just rough around the edges, that's all."
"Of course you don't see it. All you need is constant validation. You just can't live with the thought of somebody not liking you. You'd let a stranger walk all over you only if it meant you had gotten his approval. That's not fucking healthy, YN!"
"How can you even say that to me? Why would you-," you stop yourself from engaging in this conversation and slump your shoulders with resignation. "I don't wanna do this anymore."
Jungwon sends you a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"I just want to be alone right now," you say and Jungwon can clearly hear the exhaustion in your tone. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks for walking me back."
NISHIMURA RIKI
The moment that you hear the door slamming, you sigh as you realize it's one of these days again. For the past week or so, Niki has been coming home frustrated beyond words but not even once has he said what was bothering him. Sure, you've tried to intervene and ask him what's was it all about but he always dismissed you quickly. It hurts you to think that maybe he doesn't trust you enough to confide in you like that.
"Hi," you greet him as you stand up from the couch. You walk over to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt of hugging him but only get disappointed when you feel his body tense up. You pull away and look at him pointedly. "Another bad day?"
Niki hums and moves away from you, going into the direction of the kitchen. You follow him, feeling worried for him as you know he has the tendencies of bottling up his emotions inside.
"Wait! Don't ignore me again," you scolded him slightly, forcing yourself to stay calm and speak with the soft tone. You grab him by his forearm. "Niki?"
"Let go of me," he breathes out, voice heavy and your heart screams at the thought of him deciding to struggle with all of it by himself again.
You do as he asks and free his arm instantly. "Okay. Just talk to me, please?"
"There's nothing to talk about, Yn!" He snaps at you and runs his hand through his hair. "Stop pressing me!"
"No, you always keep acting like everything's fine when it's clearly not! I don't want you to keep it all to yourself. I want you to feel like you can talk to me about stuff like that," you explain, trying to keep him on your side. "I want to help you!"
"I don't need your help, though!" He scowls, sending you a sharp look. "If I knew you'd be sticking your nose into my business the second I walked through the door, I wouldn't even bother coming back."
"Hey, you're being mean now," you gasp slightly, feeling his words pulling at your heart again. "You're my boyfriend, of course I care about you! I hate seeing you like that but you just won't let me understand what's going on with you!"
"Are you my therapist or my girlfriend? Jesus, I'm not in the mood for that right now," he sighs heavily and walks past you straight for the door.
"No, wait!" You call after him but you're too late and he's already slamming the door behind his back.
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Halloween prompts year 2 day 26
Robins look of utter rage fills Danny with adrenaline as he puts the petal to the metal to escape the stabby birds vengeance.
Danny wasn't too worried, after all the car he stole was the Batmobile and he was pretty sure Boy Wonder couldn't hurt the car without being grounded or something.
Whatever. He didn't really even plan to keep the car anyway.
He just needed a way to get them to Amity. Sam and a few other kids had gone missing after she lead a protest against the GIW over the anyi-ecto acts and thier treatment of ghosts and Tucker disappeared a few days later after he got back hacked while trying to find where they took her.
Danny wasn't stupid enough to go in as either Fenton or Ancients forbid, Phantom so he needed help. Unfortunately his track record for asking for help usually ended with him being talked over, talked down to, ridiculed, ignored, ect. So naturally he had to take things into his own hands as usual.
Thus stealing the Batmobile and doing the metaphorical equivalent or hitting a bat flavored hornets nest with a stick and hoping he doesn't die the rest of the way.
He is from the Midwest and this situation was awkward enough to activate his hospitality instincts so he offers to take music requests over the com lines (much to Red Robins bafflement). They of course have noticed a lack of Oracles involvement by this point and Danny informs them of his heavily modified Amazon fire stick and that he used it to not only knock Oracle out of the game -mostly to keep her from hacking into the batmobile and giving him a one way ticket to juvie- but also give him what was pretty much an hologram version of an instruction booklet for the fancy car hes driving.
Yeah, he doesn't know any of the bypass or security codes, but now he doesn't have to wonder that all the buttons do...and if they'll eject him.
Eventually they make it out of Gotham, the bats are miffed and tired. The sun is coming up and the fuzzy fighters break off to return to thier city.
They're likely going to use the trackers in the vehicle to find it once Danny parks so they don't end up chasing him all over the continent.
Good. All according to plan.
Except he waits a day after returning to Amity and hiding the car.
Then two.
Then four pass by without so much as a wing beat.
After five days Danny decides he can't wait anymore and goes back to Gotham to steal more bat themed items. That jet looked rather nice...
In the meantime the bats are flummoxed as to why they can't find this kid
Turns out large amounts of ecto radiation renders most tracking useless. Who knew?
Eventually Danny has a whole collection of expensive bat things and he, on the verge of a breakdown, drives back to Gotham in the GAV (bear in mind hes 14 and has no license throughout all of this) uses the GAV to kidnap Bruce Wayne. He apologizes profusely but explains the situation and that he really needs Batmans help but he seems to be refusing to get involved. So naturally he has to kidnap his sugar daddy to force his hand.
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How JJK men act in and after a fight
Pairing: Gojo x reader, Megumi x reader, Nanami x reader
Word Count: 4,1k (a big baby)
Warnings: obviously hurt in every part but also a loooot of fluff, Megumi being as inexperienced as he is lol, Nanami's part is pure fan service, you're very welcome
Notes: I consider writing part ll of that with Choso, Geto and maybe Toji. If you're down for that, just leave me a comment or a like <3 as always thank y'all from the bottom of my heart for the love and support you give me, I truly don't deserve it <3
Part ll with Geto, Choso and Yuji can be found here
Tags: @ifuckfictionalmen @sanicsmut
Gojo Satoru
âSo you think Iâm being ridiculous? I saw the way she looked at you and how her hand brushed against yours way too oftenâ, you hiss, whole body trembling in pure rage.
âOh, so every woman that touches me is apparently into me, now I get itâ, he sarcastically remarks.
You bite your tongue, desperately trying to stop yourself from crying. Why is he not able to understand that you donât feel comfortable with that situation at all? You told him over and over, especially when she completely ignored your presence on your first meeting. How does he not see all of this?
âYouâŚYou transferred money to her. A lot, actually. And all of that after she completely ignored me when you introduced meâ
âJust like I do for you-â
âIâm your wife, moron!â, you scream on top of your lungs.
Satoruâs face is twisted in annoyance. He thought heâd come home to your loving arms, cuddling on the couch after a stressful day. But this? You stormed into him the second he opened the door, holding up bank statements. Over the past weeks, this happened way too often, interrupting your otherwise very peaceful marriage in a way Satoru canât take any longer.
âSo what? Weâre colleagues, (y/n). You are my wife, why donât you get that I am forced to work with other women from time to time?â, he questions.
The way he rolls his blue orbs at you sends you over the edge completely.
âSo colleagues transfer money, hold deep eye contact and touch each other oh so casually when having a conversation? Donât fuck with me, Satoru. I told you over and over that it bugs me, that Iâm concerned. And you do absolutely nothing about it.â
âMaybe if youâd stop acting like a bitch!â, he cries out in frustration.
Your heart sinks immediately when is words hit you with full force. Even though your relationship with Satoru does get pretty heated from time to time, he never called you names. Never.
Not until now, when it comes to that woman.
You need to get off his sight, away from his stinging presence. Without saying another word, you storm into your shared bedroom and lock the door behind you before heâs able to follow you.
âMaybe if youâd stop acting like a bitch!â
His stinging words repeat themselves over and over in your head while you canât hold back your tears any longer. This is so unfair. Why is he too blind to see the way she hunts after him, that she wants him to be more than a simple colleague? All you want him is to understand how uncomfortable this situation is for you, that you feel somehow betrayed.
âOpen the door, (y/n)â, his clear voice is heard from behind the door.
Satoru knew he overdid it the second he saw the devastated look on your face. No matter how ridiculous this whole topic is, you donât deserve his anger towards you. Mei isnât more than a colleague for him though, a woman he has worked with on missions for years. She surely doesnât like him like that, itâs simply impossible-
His phone vibrates in his pants, making him take a look at the screen.
What do you think about dinner tonight? Just the two of us.
He signs at her message, realization hitting him like a wall. Fuck, what did he do? The countless times her touch brushed over him, the messages she sent him not work related at all every night and how she always avoided the conversation when it came to you flood his mind uncontrollably. How could he make you feel this way? You told him over and over that you feel uncomfortable with this situation, asked him for compromises. And nowâŚ
Now he made you feel unwanted, delusional and dumb. You are his wife, the love of his life, the one thing that keeps him going in this world full of madness.
âCan you let me in, (y/n)? Iâm sorryâŚâ, he hushes against the closed door.
You canât catch your breath, dry sobs hunt your body down when a new wave of sorrow washes over you. Does he even love you? All this time you thought you were the love of his life, his pride. But nowâŚIt feels like he chose that woman over you, that he cares about her opinion and feelings more than yours.
âIâm coming inâ, he softly announces.
Of course, a simple closed door canât keep him out if he doesnât want to.
The second he lays his eyes on your crumpled on the floor figure, his heart completely breaks. Instantly, he kneels down in front of you and embraces you in his arms while your sobs make him hate himself even more.
âIâm so unbelievable sorry, sweetheart. I didnât mean it like that at all. Itâs just that in my world, thereâs only you and no one else. I never understood how you even get the idea of me liking another woman because this scenario is ridiculous to me. I shouldnât have lashed out on you like that. Iâm so so sorryâŚâ, he mumbles against your ear.
Despite his words still haunt your mind, you canât help but let yourself fall at least a little into his inviting arms, tears staining his uniform.
âI will talk to her and make clear that you are the one and only for me, I promise.â
Itâs impossible to stay mad at him for long. You wrap your longing arms around him, forehead pressed against his.
âSo you understand my point?â, you mutter.
âI do and Iâm sorry for making you feel this way. You are the only woman in my life and I love you more than anything elseâ, he reassures you once again.
You definitely wonât get him away this easily. After all, words mean nothing without action. But this is a step in the right direction and for now, you can definitely live with that.
âNow, please stop crying, Iâll call her right away and weâll watch your favorite show and order some food after, what do you think?â
âOnly if you payâ, you sniff.
Megumi Fushiguro
âOh, where are you going?â, you question when your boyfriend Megumi gets up from the bed so early in the morning that itâs still dark outside.
The last few weeks were like a trip to hell and back, it seems like your relationship consists of Megumi going on missions while you have to stay behind. Before this night, you havenât seen him for one whole week and while you do understand his responsibly as a jujutsu sorcerer, you canât help but feel hurt.
âOn a mission of courseâ, he remarks dryly.
Your eyes begin to burn as your heart sinks. Itâs like you donât know him anymore, as if heâs only the shell of the man you used to love. Is he so sick of you that he doesnât want to spend a single day on your side? Is all of this on purpose? You canât hold back any longer.
âYouâre always leaving meâ, you blurt out.
It shouldnât bother you. After all, youâre a jujutsu sorcerer yourself. Despite being Shokoâs trainee you should be aware of the fact that this job is a mess and means you have to dedicate your whole life to it.
But still you canât help but fell hurt. Hurt because your boyfriend doesnât even smile anymore when he returns, hurt because he comes and goes without saying a word, hurt because you feel like you lost him.
âWhat was that?â, he grumbles.
âDo you think I do this on purpose?â
âI just feel like youâre never here. And I miss you.â
âNot all of us have an easy job like you, (y/n).â
You swallow hard. Wow, that is new. And extremely painful. Even though you arenât out there fighting, you still have a lot to do, working your ass off so everyone survives, day and night ready if something happens. This is just not fair.
âYou think my job is easy? Stitch yourself up next time, thenâ, you hiss and cross your arms over your chest.
âDonât come at me. You started this whole thing!â
âYeah, I âstarted this whole thingâ because you are my boyfriend and I love you, and IâŚI fucking miss you! But fine, if you donât feel the same Iâll just leave.â
Itâs ridiculous and you know it, mind screaming violently, begging you to stay. But your heart canât. This was simply too much. You canât stay here with a boy that treats you like this.
âIf you leave now-â
âThen what?â, you interrupt him immediately, cold eyes glaring at him while your hand rests on the door.
âYouâll leave? You leave every time, Megumi. See you aroundâŚOr not.â
And with that, you leave him standing in his room alone, staring at the door like an idiot. What the hell has gotten into you? Since when are you acting up like that? He doesnât know you like that. But still, your words do make him wonder if youâre somehow rightâŚ
He shakes his head violently. No, youâre being ridiculous. Maybe you need to sleep in and youâll figure this out as soon as he returns.
But one things for sure: Megumi definitely wonât make the first move.
And so days pass until finally weeks begin to pass without both of you saying a single word to each other. Every time you see him you feel like dying inside, heart screaming at you in agony to stop your stubbornness, to approach him and say sorry. But you canât. You simply canât over the fact that he let you go like that, not even looking your direction when you cross each other. Itâs like he doesnât know you anymore despite all the nights you shared with each other, despite the intimate moments youâve had.
No, it seems like he doesnât care at all.
âHey (y/n)!â, Nobara greets you.
âHey, Iâm in a bit of a rushâ, you explain briefly, already on your way to assist Shoko in an autopsy of a curse.
âItâs justâŚ(y/n), are you and Megumi okay?â, Nobara mutters, her face twisted in concern like youâve never seen before.
You stop in your tracks, a new wave of grief washing over you. No, nothing is okay, absolutely nothing to be exact. You want to scream it into her face, break down crying, let all your feelings out. But instead, you just gift her an empty smile and say:
âSure.â
âSureâ as if he never raised his voice at you, âsureâ as if Megumi would care about you feeling lonely and missing him, âsureâ as if you actually meant something to him
âI mean itâs none of my business butâŚYou guys havenât talk for what feels like an eternity, you are no longer there and Iâm just worried that he messed things up with you, yâknowâŚWell, let me know if I can help you with something, okay?â
She gently places her hand on your shoulder while you have to force yourself to not shed a tear. Oh, if she only knew. If she only knew that the last weeks were absolute hell, that you feel like dying inside. But this is something you and Megumi have to deal with alone. Even Nobara canât help you with that.
You say goodbye to her and walk towards the laboratory, tears still stinging threatening in your eyes. How much you long for talking to him, to tell him how much his words really hurt you. But you canât bring yourself to make the first step. After all, you tried to talk this out multiple times only for him to not even listen. No, this time heâll have to make the first move if he wants you back.
IfâŚ
â(y/n).â
That voice. That oh so familiar voice that makes your heart skip a beat.
âMegumiâ, you breathe out, slowly turning around to face him.
There he stands, scratching his head while looking at your feet, eyes not meeting your gaze.
âHowâŚhow youâve been?â
Even a blind man would see the blush creeping up his faceâŚIs he embarrassed? Painfully awkward silence hangs between you two as all you can do is stare at him, your blood slowly but surely boiling up. Is he really asking you how youâve been after not talking to you for weeks, ignoring you every time he saw you?
âYou have some fucking nervesâ, you spit at him, closing the gap between you two with a rushed movement.
âYouâre not talking with me for weeks and now youâre asking how Iâve been? Iâve been miserable, Megumi. I felt like dying every time you ignored me!â
Fuck, donât cry. Donât let him see how you really feel. Your trembling hands frantically wipe away the threatening tears, eyes darted towards him.
âI just couldnât, (y/n). Itâs justâŚIâŚâ, he stumbles over his very own words, fingers over and over running through his hair.
âI was able to see it until I thought about it. Iâve been a horrible boyfriend, (y/n). So horrible that I thought youâd be better off without me. But Iâm simply too selfish to let you go. Iâm sorry for not making time for you, Iâm sorry for treating you like shit, Iâm sorry for making you feel like I didnât love you when in reality, all I was able to think about was you and how much I missed you sleeping besides meâ, he suddenly blurts out, leaving you completely speechless.
This is everything. Everything you longed for, ever single word you graved so deeply. Did this thick silence really change the way he sees your relationship now? A look into his sorrow â filled eyes is enough to realize that heâs telling the truth, making your heart jump up and down.
âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
âBecause I know Iâm not the boy you deserve and Iâd fully understand if youâre having enough of me. I just wanted to let you know that I can see it now and that I want to give you what you deserve if you let me.â
The glistening in his eyes literally begs you for a second chance while your very own heart screams at you. Of course you want him back, Megumi is everything you ever wanted. But heâll have to show that itâs really different this time.
âPromise me somethingâ, you announce.
He tilts his head to his side, brows furrowed in confusion.
âWhat?â
âPromise me youâll stay with me today, that weâll spend time together. No mission, no obligations.â
âIâll stay as long as you need, as long as you want me around, (y/n). This time without you hurt like hell, I simply donât want to let you go againâ, he hushes, his tender fingertips brushing over your arms.
âThat sounds goodâŚâ, you mutter, resting your head against his chest.
God, how much you missed that feeling. Even though your relationship had its ups and downs, you always admired the way Megumi was able to calm you down in an instant with a simple touch of his hand.
Maybe you will figure it out now. And maybe him not having time for you stays in the past forever.
Kento Nanami
âFuckâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
Youâre on your way home after a pretty ugly mission. And even though Shoko already stitched you up, you feel like dying. Everything just hurts, itâs hard to even walk.
The thought of your husband at home makes your guts turn. Not because you donât love him or arenât longing to see him, but because of your recent conversation.
âIt canât go on like this, (y/n). Youâre always injured and itâs starting to concern me. Maybe I have to talk t-â
âNoâ, you interrupted him immediately.
âPlease donât. Iâll be careful from now on. I promise.â
âFine. But if this happens again, Iâll have a talk with the elders.â
And it happened again. All these missions one after another really took their toll on your concentration. One moment of unwariness was enough to sweep you off your feet, thigh sliced open in the nastiest way youâve ever seen. Shoko told you it will take some time to heal entirely, but if Kento gets to see thisâŚ
âMaybe I should call Nanami to pick you up. You really canât walk like that (y/n).â
âNo, please donât!â, you begged Shoko for dear life.
âI donât want this to cause trouble. Itâs fine, really!â
âYou almost died, (y/n)â, she remembered you dryly.
âAnd I will definitely die if you tell him. Please Shoko.â
She signed.
âFine. Just be careful and visit me tomorrowâŚâ
You swallow. A fight seems inevitable if you wonât hide your wound from him.
You take a deep breath, keys trembling in your sweaty palms. Fuck, why does this have to ache so badly? Shoko gave so some pain killers, you shouldnât feel a single thing.
No, focus. Pain is only in your head. But Kento is very real.
With one last stolen glance at your injured leg you open the door, forcing a smile on your face. Where is he? Your heart beats out of your chest, hands so sweaty that you have to wipe them on your coat.
âKento?â, you shout into the quiet living room, closing the door behind you gently.
âThere you are, sweetheartâ, his voice coos out of the bedroom.
Your breath hitches, eyes wide open at the sight in front of you. There he stands, your loving husband. Dressed in nothing but his pants, bare chest immediately captivating you. Oh god, he looks so delicious that you feel like fainting, hungry eyes roaming over his tight muscles as if you havenât seen him like that hundreds of times before.
âWhere have you been? A mission like that shouldnât take this long.â
He begins to approach you elegantly, staring at you with a small smile on his delicate lips.
âY-yeahâŚStill had something toâŚyâknowâŚsayâŚto Shokoâ, you stutter.
Why does he have to look so absolutely delicious? And why does your leg suddenly feel soâŚwet?
âAre you alright? You seem a little unfocused today. Did you get hurt?â
His eyes scan over your body without any mercy, forcing you to hide your leg behind the other.
âDonât worry, Iâm fineâ, you press out.
No, youâre anything but fine. The way your other leg brushes against your injured one makes you see stars. You feel like fainting and throwing up at the same time, sweat running down your forehead uncontrollably. You need medication â now.
âI planned something very excited for us today. Something you might likeâ, he purrs, closing the distance between your bodies.
His hand grabs your waist passionately while your mixed emotions take your breath away. God, how much you love the way his arms wrap themselves around you, knowing exactly that this leads you directly into the bedroom.
But that meansâŚ
âOh yeah?â, you chuckle nervously.
That means heâll see the wound youâre so desperately trying to hide.
âAbsolutelyâ, he breathes against your ear.
Oh god, this is so goodâŚNo, itâs not good at all. You need to get away from him, out of this misery, into t-
A toe-curling scream escapes your lips before you even realize what is happening, body stumbling backwards.
â(y/n)!â, Nanami mutters, eyes wide open.
He squeezed your leg like he always does and just the way you like it. Why on earth are you acting like that? That haunted look on your face almost makes it seem as if he hurt you.
Lost in thoughts, he looks down at his hand.
His blood-smeared hand.
It slowly dawns to him. No, it isnât because he did something you donât like. Itâs because youâre injured again. And you decided to lie into his face about it.
âWhat is this?â
Your husbandâs voice sounds as unpromising as you imagined it in this situation, eyes widen in horror while youâre still panting in agony.
Fuck. Your heart drops immediately by the sight of his blood smeared hand. Kento is an outstanding smart man, too clever to be considered an idiot by your actions.
âYou promised me to stay safe. And that you lie to be about being injured...â
â(y/n), look at meâ, he insists, grabbing your chin.
His eyes seem to stare right through your soul as he glances down at you, jaw tightened.
âI canât believe you lied to me.â
âOnly because youâd freak outâ, you reply in your own defense.
âLike I should! I told you over and over to look out for yourself, to skip a few missions before you get seriously hurt. And what is that, huh?â
He points at your wounded leg, blood now soaking through the fabric of your skirt.
âYou are severely injured. Just like I predicted.â
You feel like a child being scolded by her parents. Even though Kento never raises his voice at you aggressively, you can tell by the way his whole body tenses up and that glistening in his gaze that heâs absolutely furious.
âI am able to look after myself. I know whatâs best for meâ, you remark annoyed.
Fuck, youâre so damn tired. All you want is to bandage yourself up and go to sleep.
âYes, I can see that.â
Something about his sarcastic tone and the way he stares down at you while shaking his head makes you snap.
âIâm a grown woman, I donât need you to look after me like a damn child! Mind your own business, Kento!â
âYou are my business. You are my wife. Itâs my responsibility to take care of you!â, he barks back.
âBut I donât want you to take care of me, I want you to leave me alone!â, you spit into his face, making him drop his shoulders immediately.
God, you want to take that back straightaway, knowing damn well how your comment hurt his feelings. But at the moment, all you can think about is a warm bed and finally some rest.
You drag yourself into the bedroom and let your trembling body fall onto the mattress. This is not fair, right? After all, you arenât a child anymore, you are able to look after yourselfâŚright?
You close your eyes, the disappointed look on Kentoâs face lingering through your mind. It wasnât fair to snap at him, though. He is your husband, always caring about you. No, he certainly doesnât deserve you to treat him like this.
Three soft knocks on the door.
âCan I come in?â, his damped voice questions.
âSureâ, you mumble.
You canât even look at him when he enters the room in silence, elegant steps leading him to the bed where he sits down next to you. Suddenly, he begins to rip open a package of bandages, catching your attention.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI take care of you. May I?â
His gaze wanders to your skirt, eyes asking you for permission to pull it up.
âSureâŚâ, you mutter, a slight blush creeping up your face when his fingers brush over your panties.
âHow did this happen?â, he asks softly while his skilled fingers remove the blood soaked bandage.
âI donât know exactly. Wasnât paying full attention and got hit by a curse.â
âI see.â
Despite all the things you said to him, despite the way you hurt him a few minutes ago, your man kneels in front of you and caresses your wound with so much affection that it doesnât hurt at all. Your eyes wander over him, how his gaze is focused exclusively on your thigh, skilled fingers working wonders.
âIâm sorry for lashing out and not telling youâ, you let out, not able to hold in your bad conscience any longer.
âI understand that I put you in an uncomfortable position when I threatened to talk to the elders about this and Iâm very sorry for that. But it canât go on like this, (y/n). This is the 5th serious injury within three weeks and Iâm truly worried about you. I donât want you to end like-â
He stops himself from finishing that sentence but oh you know exactly what he means and it shatters your heart. Without hesitation, your fingers grab his face gently, eyes locking with yours.
âI love you, Kento. And I see that youâre right. Iâll talk to the elders tomorrow myself about thatâ, you assure him.
A small but precious smile appears on his face, free hand caressing your cheek with so much affection that you have to hold back a tear.
âYouâre my everything, sweetheart. Letâs stitch you up and go to bed.â
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Soapy ŕżŕž Kinktober. 07, oct.
â pairing: Emily Prentiss x co-worker!reader
â type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)
â kink: bath sex
â summary: You need to spend some time in the hotel bathtub to distract yourself from your broken heart. Your enemy and co-worker decides to join you.
â word count: 3.2k
â tags/warnings: kinktober 7th day, female!reader, co-worker/rival!Prentiss, bath sex, fingering, breast worship, non-consensual voyeurism, first time having sex with a woman, choking, nipple play, light degradation, praise kink, curse words, sassy!Prentiss, grumpy x sunshine, age gap (older woman/younger woman), sub!reader, dom! Prentiss, canon divergence, minor JJ x Reid, minor JJ x Prentiss, minor reader x Reid, lesbian!Prentiss, bisexual(?)!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
â tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @purplehaze206 @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a @helo1281917
â crossposting: AO3
Being paired up with Prentiss was something you always hated during every case. Sometimes you could have sworn Hotch drew the pairs falsely just to see the chaos happening on the team. The rivalry you and Prentiss created when you joined the BAU was the entire team's favorite entertainment.
Emily thought you were incompetent for the job, always too empathetic with everything and everyone, almost being like a sponge and attracting all the people's suffering onto yourself. She thought you were too unprofessional, always clinging to Reid as if you wanted to prove that you were made for each other. The similar personality, the common hobbies, the young age, the overtalking... She could barely spend two minutes by your side without rolling her eyes when you brought up a nerdy topic in the middle of the cases.
And you didn't have a very friendly judgment about Emily either. Grumpy, bossy, her sarcasm beyond measure, the way she attracted the attention of everyone wherever she went. The way even JJ seemed to chase her like a puppy. They complemented each other in a different way, and it wasn't a surprise to you when Morgan made fun of Reid that night, joking about the fact that JJ and Emily had been casually fucking for over a year.
What you took as a damn unnecessary confession, Reid felt like he'd been hit by a truck, swallowing hard as he stuttered and excused himself. The whole attitude was confusing and worrying by itself, but any mere suspicion that had been going on your head over the past months started to make sense when Morgan laughed after Spencer left, muttering something about the young man not knowing how to deal with his pathetic crush for JJ.
At that moment, you broke inside. Holding your ground until you got to your hotel room was one of the hardest things you've ever done. Your legs felt limp and your mind was spinning, a ridiculous urge to drown in your own tears as you lay in bed, sobbing softly into your pillow.
It took almost ten minutes for Emily to finally appear, frowning at the view. "You kidding me? Is there only one bed in this fucking room?" She asked, ignoring your crying and you also ignored her question, burying your face in the pillow with even more pressure than before, letting out a weak scream, mixed with anger, pain and frustration. "Damn, girl... Who broke your heart like that? You're look like a crybaby and you're almost eating our pillows. I can call the room service if you're so hungry. I bet a burger with fries and strawberry's milkshake will be tastier than that."
You just looked up and glared at her. You couldn't decide which was the worst part of all of this: Emily already knowing why you were crying or the fact that she was minimizing the situation. Before you could turn your head away and ignore her again, Emily continued.
"Seriously, are you really broken-hearted just because Reid doesn't like you the same way you like him?" She asked and you felt a pang in your heart.
"Shut up, Prentiss." You muttered with a trembling voice. Surprising you, Emily didn't laugh or even mock. She sighed loudly, mumbling something to herself before sitting on the edge of the bed you would share.
"Look, Spencer's... Complicated." Emily started and it was your turn to roll eyes, finally turning your body so you could face her better. The older agent looked at the neckline of your shirt for a few seconds before composing herself. "I'm serious. There's no point in crying over him right now. It's going to take a while for him to realize what an idiot he's being."
You huffed, crossing your arms while still lying down, looking at her with a mix of indignation and anger. "For liking JJ even though you know she'd rather fuck you?"
Emily's face paled, but she soon recovered, not wanting to show how surprised she was to see you being so direct about the usual fucking between her and the other teammate. "Y-Yes... That too." Emily stuttered in an almost cute way. "But that's not all."
You watched her with eyes still full of tears, however, now there was also confusion and curiosity there. Your brain was in a frenzy, trying to figure out what else she could be talking about.
Emily cleared her throat after a long moment of silence. "You should take a bath right now." She suggested, looking away. "Wipe those teary cheeks and get distracted by Spencer's crush on another girl."
You held back the urge to tell her to fuck off, despite knowing that behind that cold tone of voice, she was right. You urgently needed time to yourself. Maybe using the bathtub in the hotel room wouldn't be so bad after all.
You had been inside the bathtub for more than thirty minutes. The foams were decorating the water and you tried to calm down, but nothing could help much. Every time the image of Spencer invaded your brain, your fertile imagination led you to imagine him having sex with JJ.
You didn't know if she liked men too. All you knew was that JJ had an affair with Emily and Spencer had a crush on JJ. That didn't mean he was sleeping with her. Which was even worse. He could be liking a woman who didn't even like men.
Everything made you feel pathetic.
You tried rubbing your back with the sponge, but all that came out was a weak moan of pain. Your body was so tense that you could barely move your arms back. That would be the worst bath of your life, you were sure of it.
A groan escaped your lips and you leaned back against the tub, hands gripping the edges as you took a deep breath and tried hard to keep your thoughts away from JJ or Reid.
"You're overthinking." A voice was present a few minutes after you closed your eyes.
You were startled by the abrupt sound and also by realizing who owned the hoarse and at the same time sweet voice. "What the hell, Prentiss?" You exclaimed, cowering a little more under the water to avoid her seeing your naked body. "How did you get here?"
The sight of your curves didn't go unnoticed by Emily, a smirk appearing on her lips as she approached with calm steps, shrugging her shoulders. "You're the one who left the door open. I thought it was even an invitation for me to join you." She teased and you rolled your eyes, avoiding eye contact at that moment.
"I would never invite you to take a bath with me." You revealed with a colder voice than Emily was expecting, and her smirk turned into a frown again.
She poked the inside of her cheek with the tip of her tongue before scoffing. "For someone who can barely scrub their back with a sponge, you're being very picky about who can and who can't go into this bathroom with you."
You looked back at her, sighing with frustration and gripping the edges of the bathtub tighter. "Good to know you're creepy enough to watch me this whole time."
Emily laughed, shrugging and moving a little closer, until her tall body was facing your body submerged inside the water. "Oh, yeah. It's a little creepy, I admit. But watching you sponge your little pussy and shudder from such a fucking simple touch was quite a turn on." Her confession made your face redder than a strawberry. You stuttered several times before looking away, pulling yourself upright in the tub as you searched for the fluffy towel you had left somewhere. "Hey, hey, hey! I'm just kidding. Relax, girl." Emily grumbled, rolling her eyes. Her slender hands moved to your shoulders, helping you bend down into the bathtub. You swore you saw her gaze lingering too long on your soapy breasts.
You thought of some things to say, any offense or any question about the real reason she thought invading your bath might be a good idea. You had always hated each other and now she was here, looking at your wet body as if you were a work of art.
"You know, you're not that bad." Emily began, sitting on the stool directly behind the tub. You scoffed and held back from asking if she said the same passive-aggressive praise to JJ too. "I know what you're thinking."
"Do you read minds now, Agent Prentiss?" You tilted your head so you could look at her better. The sight alone made Emily bite her lip to hold back a moan. She could get an incredible glimpse of your breasts.
After clearing her throat to clear her thoughts, Emily argued. "I know you're comparing yourself to JJ."
Your face turned pale at the exactitude of what she was saying and your jaw clenched. You let out a nasal scoff, but your eyes filled with tears and you went back to playing with the bath bubbles.
The silence that emerged in the bathroom was uncomfortable for both of you, and to your surprise, Emily was the first to break it. "I can sponge your back if you want."
Your eyes widened, surprised by the suggestion. Getting to see a less evil side of Prentiss was one of the things you least expected in your entire life. You were so used to the older agent's surly manner and never thought that one day she would invite herself to help you take a bath. As awkward as the situation might be, you thought it best not to tease her, eager to see how she would deal with everything.
As soon as you handed the damp sponge to Emily, she swallowed hard, asking you to sit up straighter so she could do the task properly. The minutes passed like hours, so much so for you, who was sighing at the good feeling of having a decent massage. But also for Emily, who was already starting to regret having suggested it. Every time you sighed, she felt her heart rate increase.
"You shouldn't be sad if Reid doesn't like you." A sigh escaped your lips as soon as you heard Emily's words, feeling your neck tense again. "I'm serious."
You closed your eyes to hold back any vulnerable outbursts you might accidentally let out. So you chose to turn the matter against her. "Aren't you mad at Reid?" The question left her confused, stopping rubbing your back so she could stare at you. "He likes your girlfriend."
The words made Emily chuckle and she returned to focusing on the task, despite continuing to look at you. "JJ is not my girlfriend."
She smirked after your curious face. "What? Why the surprise? Not all the women I fuck are my girlfriends." She ran the sponge down your neck and you gasped, going back to watching the water to distract yourself from the unexpected sting in your pussy. Emily was so focused on your breasts that she didn't even seem to notice how you were sighing heavily at her touches. "JJ's an amazing woman, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now."
"Of course." You scoffed, taking a deep breath as Emily leaned in closer, lowering the foamy sponge to your collarbone, quickly stroking the opening between your breasts. "If I didn't know you any better, I'd say you were trying to have sex with me."
Emily's eyes widened and she stared at you in shock for a moment, but put on a stoic expression before saying. "Maybe." She sponged the spot a second time, enjoying watching how you squirmed at the sensation. "Would you say yes?"
You reflected on the possible pros and cons of all that. You two hated each other like cats and dogs, you could barely be near each other without losing your temper. There was a good chance the sex would be horrible and Emily would go around making fun of you with the rest of the team.
But on the other hand, you were very hurt and frustrated by the discovery of Spencer's feelings about JJ. Any casual sex would be a huge help, even if it was with the most insufferable person in the BAU.
Instead of answering verbally, you tilted your head back further, making Emily's hand slide better over your chest, your skin filling with the pink foam.
"Good girl..." Emily hissed, biting her lip, squeezing the sponge and pressing it into you more firmly. You sighed when Emily passed the object over the tip of your left breast, the gentle touch making your legs twitch in the tub.
Emily did the same with the right breast, dropping the sponge back into the water before looking at you, noting how beautiful you looked with your flushed cheeks and wet soapy breasts. "I lied. You're really quite a vision."
You smiled softly, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you hated me."
A snort escaped Emily's red lips and she ripped off her matching shirt, making you even more embarrassed to see her lack of bra, her heavy breasts so close to your face as she bent down so she could run her fingers over you neck. "I fucking hate you, sweetheart. Don't worry." She purred in your ear, while her hand applied light pressure to your throat. "That's not gonna change just because I'm about to make you cum."
You gasped at the gentle grip, but your focus shifted to her lips, so red and luscious. Emily seemed to notice your desperation, as she soon allowed you to taste them, breaking the distance between you by kissing your lips hungrily.
Then your legs tremble during the kiss. You couldn't tell if it was due to Emily's gentle bites on your lower lip, if it was due to her careful choking on your neck or if it was due to her other slender fingers that were playing with your nipples, twirling the little buds.
"E-Emily..." You moaned her name into the kiss and she chuckled softly.
"Are we on first name terms already? I thought you hated me." She teased, using your own previous words against yourself. "Just relax, sweetheart..."
She finally let go of your neck and you gasped, your lungs grateful for the air. You didn't have time to answer properly, falling silent when she began to grip your soapy breasts, enjoying the mounds and biting her lips. "Fuck... Reid has no idea what he's missing."
You frowned, not wanting to hear anything about Soencer. You wanted to pretend you weren't mad at him. You just wanted to cum and leave to deal with your feelings the next day. Then you moved your hand to Emily's breast, taking advantage of the fact that it was so close to your face. Her breasts were so heavy and beautiful that you moaned just caressing them. You had never slept with a woman before, but you were starting to understand why JJ couldn't look away from Emily's neckline whenever they were in public.
"You like them?" Emily asked with a sigh and you nodded silently, your thumbs playing with her pink nipples. "You wanna put them on your mouth?"
The question was so fucking obvious. Your mouth was watering just thinking about those delicious mounds on your lips. "God, yes... Please."
Emily scoffed at the way you begged, but did as you asked. She leaned over until her breasts were right above your face. Your underwater body arched upwards and you began licking her pointed nipple, hearing her soft moans. She gasped as you sucked on one breast and switched to the other, looking desperate like a hungry baby. "Such a good mouth..." Emily growled, looking at your body arched in the bathtub, the sight of your pussy finally appearing made her moan even more, bouncing her breast on your mouth to encourage you even more. She ran one of her hands down your belly, watching your body tremble and shiver until she touched the soft hairs on your pussy.
You squirmed slightly, removing the nipple from your lips so you could moan loudly at the unexpected sensation. The water from the bathtub made your pussy even more slippery as she rubbed your clit. âThat feels so goodâŚâ You pursed your lips, trying to hold on to the tub as Emily increased the speed of the rubbing.
"I know, sweetheart... You're creaming my fingers." Emily whispered mockingly, using her free hand to press you back onto her breasts, moaning at the feeling of your warm mouth. "Have you done this before?" While you nibbled on the soft flesh of her mounds, you muttered a denial. "Fucking in the bathtub or fucking with a woman?"
Your cheeks turned red again and you opened your legs wider, allowing Emily's fingers to move down from your clit to your opening, one finger entering inside you. "Both." You muttered and she nodded, biting back a scoff that wanted to escape. She fingerfucked you a little harder, adding one more and rubbing her thumb over your pleasure spot. "You're so tight..."
You didn't know how to thank her for the praise, so you focused on sucking her nipple, closing your eyes so you could whimper muffledly every time she increased the speed of the movements, water starting to splash out of the bathtub and making a mess in the hotel's bathroom.
When Emily started fucking you faster, you felt your mind going into a state of ecstasy mixed with agony. You never felt anything like this before with another person, the boys you sporadically had sex with didn't seem to be able to fuck rough and good the same time, it was always very dull or very aggressive to the point of being painful for you. There was no middle ground. But Prentiss seemed to find the perfect formula. As you felt her add a third finger, you tried to wriggle away from her touch, the stretch now being equivalent to a thick cock.
"Just relax, sweetheart..." Emily tried to calm you down, keeping you steady with her other hand. You moved away from her chest, making a saliva noise when one of her breasts escaped from your red swollen lips. The worried look on your face softened her. "Trust me, okay?"
You wanted to defend yourself, to say that you weren't scared by the intense stretching inside your pussy, but rather by the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt. It was all too confusing and new. "It's so good..." You practically sobbed and she furrowed for a few seconds, realizing why you were trying to distance yourself from her fingers.
"Oh, sweetheart... No cock fucked that pretty little pussy of yours so good like that?" She teased and despite knowing she would make fun of you for the rest of your life, you shook your head. "Poor little girl..." Emily scoffed, kissing your forehead and keeping to fuck you, your walls clenching around her three fingers as your clit throbbed from the friction her thumb was causing. âEnjoy it, sweetheart. You'll realize that it's not worth crying for a man if you can distract yourself by cumming in my hand."
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PLAYING DANGEROUS
jude bellingham x gf!reader
warnings: tension, tension, tension... Maybe (a bit) toxic.
summary: After weeks of fighting over a campaign Jude worked on that sparked jealousy in you, your frustration grows as he dismisses your feelings. Fed up with being ignored, you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. As expected, your boyfriend sees redâhis control slipping as the night unfolds, and the tension between you two reaches its boiling point. But, of course, you are having so much fun.
The car ride was thick with an uncomfortable silence. Jude gripped the wheel, his jaw set, eyes fixed ahead. You could feel his frustration radiating off him, each sigh and subtle shift a quiet reminder of the tension simmering between you two. After all the back-and-forth arguments youâd had this week, you were both tired of hashing it outâbut the hurt and resentment lingered.
You looked out the window, trying to lose yourself in the nightscape rushing by. The bright lights of the city blurred, but your mind was fixed on one image: that campaign photo. The one that had sparked this entire mess. Jude and a stunning model in a luxury campaign, his arm casually slung over her waist, their smiles too bright, too intimate. When youâd seen the ad, it had stung, but what has stung more was the behind the cameras videos. They had chemistry, and she was just as extroverted as him.
It hadnât helped that when youâd brought it up to Jude, he brushed it off, rolling his eyes and calling you âdramaticâ for making a big deal out of nothing. Heâd practically laughed it off, leaving you feeling unheard and dismissed. That was the worst part: not just the jealousy, but the way heâd treated it as if it was meaningless.
âCan you not just sit there like I donât exist?â Judeâs voice broke the silence, low but tight with irritation. âWeâre going to this dinner. Can we just act like adults?â
You turned to him, biting your tongue to stop yourself from saying the first sharp thing that came to mind. Youâd been here before, and you were too tired of the fighting to start again.
âJude, you know why we are in this situation,â you said quietly. âI just wanted you to take me seriously and acknowledge my feelings.â
âAcknowledge?â he said, a hint of disbelief in his voice. âAll Iâve done this whole week is listen to you accuse me of something I didnât do. Itâs a campaign. Thatâs it. Nothing more.â He resisted the urge to say, "End of discussion," and focused on the road ahead instead.
âBut you didnât make me feel like it was nothing, Jude. You made me feel like⌠like Iâm stupid for even bringing it up. You think I donât know that itâs part of your job?â Your voice quivered, and you hated that you sounded so emotional.
Judeâs face softened for a moment, but then he hardened his expression again, as if not wanting to give in. âI donât know what you want me to say. I thought you knew me better than that, honestly.â
There it wasâanother subtle jab. The conversation felt like a seesaw, tipping between blame and defense, never quite reaching a point of understanding. You crossed your arms, pressing yourself against the passenger door, feeling miles away from him, though he was just a few feet to your left.
âI just wanted to feel like you cared that I was upset. Thatâs all. Not for you to laugh it off like it was something stupid.â
He clenched his jaw, as if forcing himself not to retort. His hands tightened on the wheel again. âLook, I get it now. You donât trust me, and thatâs fine. Iâll do my job, you can stay mad at me, and weâll just keep doing this every week.â His voice dripped with sarcasm, and it hurt. âThis is getting ridiculous...â
You two were tired of fighting, but something in you, something sharp and bruised, couldnât let go of the last few daysâ arguments. It wasnât enough for him to be hurt. You wanted him to understand.
âFine,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady but feeling anger prickle under your skin. âIf itâs so ridiculous, then maybe Iâll make sure you get a taste of what that feels like. Youâll feel as âridiculousâ as youâve made me feel this week. Weâll see if itâs still a joke then.â
Judeâs head whipped toward you, a mix of shock and anger flashing across his face. âWhat? Are you serious right now?â His voice was tense, a low warning.
You felt a pang of guilt, but you held his gaze. âI just donât think youâd understand it any other way.â
He scoffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âUnbelievable,â he muttered, shaking his head. He stared back at the road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The quiet between you was no longer uncomfortable but electric, charged with a bitterness that hadnât been there before.
The car finally pulled up to the restaurant where you were supposed to meet your friends. The weight of what youâd just said hanging heavily between you. Jude cut the engine and just sat there, staring straight ahead, as if he didnât trust himself to speak. You didn´t move either, not knowing what was he going to do. After a beat, he climbed out, moving around to your door without a word. When he opened it, he didnât look at you, just held the door and waited for you to step out.
You could see the tension in his posture, his usual warmth and confidence replaced by a coldness that made your heart ache. But you were both too proud, too angry, to say anything.
As you neared the entrance, Judeâs hand shot out, gripping your waist with a firm possessiveness. The touch wasnât gentle or affectionate as usual; it was more of a declaration. Despite the anger simmering between you, he wasnât about to let you carry out your threat to make him jealous. You tensed at his touch, your own anger rising as you felt him draw you in as if he could control you with a single motion.
Without thinking, you shrugged him off, shoving him away just enough to make your point. Jude halted, cursing under his breath, as he fought to keep his temper in check. The sharp click of the car lock sounded behind you as he pocketed the key, jaw clenched, but his eyes held yours for a moment. You both understood each otherâs challenge, an unspoken line drawn that neither of you wanted to cross but couldnât seem to avoid.
With your heads held high and expressions perfectly composed, you stepped into the restaurant, slipping on your masks of calm as you approached your friends. Your forced smiles and quiet greetings betrayed none of the tension between you, and you fell into the comfortable rhythm of small talk.
Back at the table, the spark of defiance inside you had turned into a full flame. Watching Jude as he laughed and charmed his way through conversations, acting as if your argument had never occurred, only fueled that fire. He didn´t get to act as if nothing happened. His face was relaxed, his posture easyâbut you knew him well enough to sense the barely hidden tension in his movements, the occasional dart of his eyes toward you, checking, warning.
Fine, you thought. If he wanted to pretend everything was fine, you'd go along with it. In fact, youâd be the most composed person at the table. But where was the fun in that?
You turned your attention to the friend sitting beside you, leaning closer with an easy smile as you laughed at his stories. Your hand brushed against his as you reached for your drink, letting it linger just a second longer than usual. The warmth of his arm pressed lightly against yours as you angled your body toward him, giving him your full attention. Jude was watching, and you knew he was watching. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his mouth tighten, his easygoing demeanor slipping just a bit. His brows furrowed, and whatever his friend beside him was saying no longer seemed that interesting.
Good.
As the evening wore on, you let your laughter come a little too easily, smiling at your friendâs jokes, resting your hand briefly on his shoulder as you leaned in, your face just inches from his. Judeâs gaze was practically drilling into you, a dark intensity that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, thrilling and defiant all at once.
You were loving it.
His hand came to rest on the table, fingers drumming an agitated beat, his knuckles white. At one point, he leaned forward to reach for his drink, and the subtle brush of his shoulder against yours sent a shiver down your spine. You caught his eyes, holding his gaze in challenge.
âYou okay, baby?â you asked with a smileâthe prettiest smile you could offer, eyes shining with a hint of mischief.
In response, his hand drifted under the table, finding your thigh and gripping it firmly. The heat of his palm burned through the silky fabric of your black dress, his fingers possessive, unapologetic. You swallowed, trying to focus on the conversation in front of you, but the pressure of his hand sent your pulse racing, a blend of anger and something far more dangerous surging through you.
Ignoring his grip, you shifted slightly and crossed your leg, pulling away just enough to let his hand slip, but not before his fingers tightened in a quick, heated squeeze. He didnât let go; instead, he moved his hand further up, his fingers now grazing your upper thigh, daring you to push him away. You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of reacting. Instead, you leaned even closer to your friend, laughing softly as you let your hair fall forward, just brushing Judeâs arm in the process.
You could feel the heat of Judeâs glare on your skin, the simmering anger in every tense line of his body. You risked a quick glance his way, only to find him staring back at you with a look so intense, so darkly possessive, it was almost predatory. You'd seen this look before, but only when you had pushed him too far, ignited something in him he couldnât control. It was a fire you both knew too well, one you had stirred with every challenge, every teasing word. And now, that fire was about to consume everything.
âCome on, keep pushing me, love.â He muttered sarcastically, each word perfectly pronounced, making sure you heard him loud and clear.
He lifted his glass, fingers curling possessively around the stem, and took a slow, deliberate sip, never once breaking his intense eye contact. As he set it down, his gaze trailed down to your lips, full and inviting, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then, his eyes moved lower, lingering on the soft curve of your breasts, which you had purposefully exposed just enough to rile him up when he wasnât looking. His stare lingered there, hungry, possessive, making your stomach tighten with a mix of anticipation and anger.
No. No. He didn't get to be in control. This time, you were the one leading. Why did he manage to make you so nervous with just a few touches and his confident smirk? It wasn't fair.
His hand drifted higher on your thigh, and you fought to keep your breath steady. The weight of his touch sent a rush of heat through you, but you refused to look his way, keeping your attention on the friend beside you. Due to all the bickering and pointless arguments, it had been far too long since youâd been close to each other. Now, his touch sent a butterflies to your stomach, its effect magnifiedâthree times more intense than before. Judeâs fingers tensed, his grip growing firmer, sending a clear message, a silent warning. But you leaned in again, touching your friend as you laughed, your fingers trailing along his, knowing exactly how it looked.
Judeâs jaw clenched, his leg brushing firmly against yours under the table, his knee pressing against you with an undeniable possessiveness. His hand squeezed your thigh, almost painfully, and you knew he was at his limit.
So, you laughed again, but this time harder at your friendâs joke.
âSomething funny?â Jude muttered in a low voice, his words quiet enough that only you could hear, laced with irritation and a hint of warning.
You turned to him, your expression innocent, even sweet. âHeâs just hilarious,â you said with a slight, shy and cute smile, raising your glass and meeting his eyes in a silent challenge.
His gaze darkened further, his fingers moving in a slow, heated drag along the inside of your thigh, and for a brief second, you fought to keep your composure, refusing to let him see how much he was getting to you. His touch was a slow burn, each inch of contact sending a shiver through you that you tried to ignore.
Judeâs hand dropped back to the table, and for a moment, you thought he might finally let it go. But when you laughed again and casually complimented your friend with a teasing remarkâsomething along the lines of, âYou always look so good, I do not understand why are you still single,ââ Judeâs expression darkened, his breath hitching slightly. He choked on his drink, fingers gripping the glass so tightly you half-expected it to shatter. You could practically feel the heat radiating from him, his control slipping just a little more with every word.
You pressed your lips together, trying to stifle a laugh. He set his glass down hard, his voice a rough whisper. âMay I remind you that you are not the one whoâs single?â he asked, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint.
You raised a brow, unfazed, and turned back to your friend. âAm I pushing it?â you murmured, more to yourself than to him, a sly smile playing on your lips. But just as you were about to rest your hand on your friendâs arm for the fifteenth time that night, you felt Judeâs hand slip over yoursâthis time grasping your wrist, his fingers rough and insistent, stopping you before you could touch another man.
âDo not, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice like steel, laced with something electric that sent a thrill up your spine.
Without a word, you twisted your hand free and crossed your legs again, your knee brushing his leg as you did. His fingers found your wrist again, pulling you closer this time, his lips near your ear as he muttered, âYou think this is a game?â
The heat of his breath against your skin made your heart race, and you felt your pulse quicken as he held your gaze, daring you to keep this up. His fingers lingered on your wrist, and for a second, you wondered if he might actually kiss you right there, just to make his point, in front of everyone, as if he didnât care who was watching.
God you wanted that. Like, a lot.
At last, as the evening wound down and you both stood to say goodbye, Jude didnât let you slip away. His hand slid possessively around your waist, holding you close as you say goodbye to the group, his grip firm, almost punishing. Once outside, he pulled you aside, finally away from the prying eyes of your friends.
Without a word, Jude pushed you gently against the side of the car, his eyes blazing with frustration, anger, and something else you couldnât quite name. He stepped in close, his hands framing your waist, pressing you against the cool metal. His breath brushed against your neck, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.
âYou think this was funny?â he asked, his fingers pressing into your hips, his gaze intense, unyielding.
You lifted your chin, holding his stare. âNo,â you whispered, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. âI thought it was fair.â
Judeâs eyes darkened, and his grip tightened, his hands possessive, nearly desperate, as he pulled you even closer. The air between you was charged, tense, and thick with unspoken words. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against you, the warmth of his hands sending shivers through you.
âYouâre beingâŚ,â you started, trying to keep a teasing smile in check, though your amusement slipped through. His anger was palpable; he glared at you with narrowed eyes, locking onto you with an intensity that was thrilling, even a little dangerous.
âMmm, what was it?â you asked, pretending to struggle to remember the exact word that had lit the fuse in this absurd, yet undeniably thrilling standoff. You paused for effect, watching the way his jaw tightened. âOh, rightâdramatic.â
You knew that would push him right over the edge, and sure enough, he leaned in, his expression hardening as his gaze burned right into yours. You could almost feel the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping you, as if he were drawing you into his orbit. He hadnât even said a word yet, but somehow, he had you on edge, just as he always did, effortlessly.
âBut you know,â you added with a smirk, leaning up on tiptoe to press a playful kiss on his heated cheek, âI think it suits you.â
Then, with all the nonchalance you could muster, you turned on your heel, heading for the passenger seat as though nothing had happened. For a moment, he didnât move; you could practically feel his stare following you. But then, before you could even open the door, he grabbed your arm, pulling you back to him, right back into that same charged position, his grip firm but unmistakably possessive. And despite yourself, you couldnât help but let a thrill run down your spine.
âYou have no idea what you just started,â he murmured, his voice thick with a dangerous promise, his lips hovering just inches from yours.
And as you looked up at him, feeling the heat, the thrill, and the tension swirl between you, you realized you didnât regret a single thing.
Judeâs smirk deepened as he held you there, his grip possessive and firm, his gaze dark with intent. You could feel every inch of space crackling with tension, every breath laced with challenge and defiance. He wasn't letting you go, not after what you'd just put him through. And part of you didn't want him to.
âYou think this is a joke,â he muttered smirking, his voice low and edged with a dangerous sort of amusement. His fingers traced along your arm, each touch purposeful, as if to prove just how much control he still held. You raised your chin, meeting his gaze with equal defiance, a small smile on your lips.
âI think it is a taste of your own medicine,â you replied, your voice soft but unyielding. He leaned in, his lips so close they brushed against yours as he spoke, sending a shiver straight through you. He couldnât resist the urge to kiss you.
âYouâre going to regret this,â he murmured, his words a promise as his thumb skimmed along your jaw, tipping your face up to meet his.
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