#just want a whole group of friends to be teased and tortured by

[nesepte]

Forbidden Fruit Pt. 2 | Na Jaemin (18+) | Read Pt. 1 here

Pairing: Brother’s best friend Jaemin x fem! reader

Genre: sexual tension, teasing, mind games, desperation (is this a genre?), but they are very desperate, longing, brother’s best friend Jaemin, Jaemin is also very shameless and brazen. Warnings: smut, sexually explicit, unprotected sex, mild exhibitionism, outdoor sex, alcohol consumption, pet names (baby, darling), sexual footsy. Word Count: 2.7k words

A/n: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this. Here you go! It was fun writing this one (I do feel bad for Mark though :/)

It’s been three months since Mark caught you both that night.

Three. Agonizing. Months.

No matter how much you tried to convince away your heavy breaths, your dishevelled states, the spilled wine and the obvious smear of your lipstick all over Jaemin’s face, Mark knew better at just one glance.

He was angry, more at Jaemin than at you but that didn’t stop him from glaring at you whenever he got the chance. As for Jaemin, he didn’t speak to him for a month. His silence progressed into a stalemate when they were grouped together for a project and eventually into a fight that had Jeno and Haechan holding the two of them back from punching each other black and blue.

At last, Mark had sighed, had pulled Jaemin in a corner and talked sense. It wasn’t that Jaemin particularly had a reputation but he was also not exactly the ‘good boy’ that Mark would want his sister to date.

‘Nobody would be good enough for her.’

Mark was almost ready to punch Jaemin again when he had said that. But he had calmed himself down for your sake. At the end, Mark just had one condition— meet your parents.

And that is how Jaemin ended up in your family home for dinner tonight.

This was the first time you had seen him since that night. Mark had forbidden it and Jaemin kept to his word. That obviously didn’t stop him from sending you late night texts to rile you up, and no matter how much you tried to take care of yourself, it just wasn’t enough, not after you had already tasted him.

Jaemin knew this. He knew it well because it was no coincidence that he was sitting right across from you at the table— his sleeves rolled up, his fingers swirling the wine glass lazily, and his foot rubbing you below the table with a straight face for the past hour.

Jaemin had been careful the whole night, or in your mother’s words— a very sincere boy. He had dressed up in a suit (the jacket of which he was more than glad to discard upon seeing your eyes on him), brought flowers for her, talked business with your dad, helped set the table and even cleaned up between courses. He had even managed to earn an approving look from Mark when he had given up the seat next to you to sit across you instead.

If only Mark knew why he was so willing to do so.

You were holding on, barely, feeling hot underneath your flimsy top. Your fingers were raw from your tight grip around the edge of the table. Perhaps it was as torturous as it was risky because Jaemin had just found your spot, and had pressed hard against it to pull the subtlest of whimpers out of your lips. You wanted to curse at him, and maybe you had too because he was now drawing circles over it.

You heard your mother’s voice. She was speaking to you— you could make out that much but except for a numb ringing in your ears, you couldn’t hear anything else. Nod, you told yourself. Nod, you repeated but your hazy mind was a maelstrom, your drumming heart drowning out everything except the soft feel of Jaemin’s toe against your core. You bit down hard on your lip, a bashful flush creeping up your face but you were also shamelessly bucking your hips forward, bracing against the table for support.

Then you felt a nudge, from Jaemin’s foot, and the jolt was enough to bring you back to your senses albeit at the cost of almost exposing yourself through a gasp.

Your mother looked worried. Mark had the same expression, only suspicion weaved into the lines of his forehead.

‘You don’t like the dessert?’ Jaemin helped you.

‘Huh?’ Your glazed eyes were still focused on his arms, swallowing the blood you had drawn from your lips earlier.

He gestured to your untouched plate of sorbet, sliding his blessed foot back to himself.

‘I… no, I mean… I do like it,’ you managed and if you had looked up at him, you would have seen him supressing another smirk behind his wine glass.

‘Have mine,’ he offered sweetly and didn’t wait for you to protest. It wasn’t like you were going to anyway but he was sure to hold down your wrist when he made the exchange— all in jest, of course, at least that’s how everyone was seeing it.

He tilted his chin, his gaze boring into you. You gritted your teeth and clenched your legs tightly together, almost frustrated at how calm he was. He knew exactly what he was doing and your quivering silence only bolstered his brazenness. He wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore because he licked his own spoon clean and held it out for you.

He gestured towards it, his eyebrows raised in a sickly-sweet challenge.

You both knew you weren’t going to decline it. You wanted to taste him so bad, even if it meant like this, even if it meant admitting that he had you right where he wanted— desperate, needy and restless for him.

His fingers lingered on yours, just for a second longer to not raise suspicion but you could feel Mark’s questioning stance next to you.

Jaemin settled back into his seat, arms folded, waiting.

Was it lemon? Pear? You couldn’t quite tell. All you tasted was him, your tongue lapping up the last of it like it was the sweetest nectar you had ever had.

‘How do you like it?’ he asked, not holding back his smirk anymore and if you were paying attention, you would have caught the twinkle of triumph in his eyes too.

You licked your lips as you slid the spoon out of your mouth, nodding, and saw his own resolve break for the first time, or perhaps you had already pushed him to the breaking point without even realizing it because suddenly, the glass of wine in his hand spilled all over him.

You saw it happen— the wine swirling comfortably within the glass then soaking his white shirt and the split second in between, the second where he gave his hand away.

It was intentional and his deliberate glance over to you confirmed it.

‘I’ll show you the bathroom.’ You stood up in your seat before Mark could even offer, forcing your gaze up from Jaemin’s chest.

‘Take him to the one down the hall,’ you heard your mother say but your feet were already walking you away from the table.

Jaemin followed you, keeping a respectful distance between you both. You didn’t bother with the lights— the dark gave you some privacy. But you were still in the view of the table and more than your parents, you were worried about Mark. You increased your pace but Jaemin made no effort to catch up. He was patient, and quiet. You peered over your shoulder, just enough to catch his silhouette still following you but he seemed distracted.

Was the spill actually an accident? Were you mistaken? Did you read his cues wrong? It wasn’t like you could do anything anyway, right? You would have to be quick and quiet, very quiet. Mark would surely try to find you both if you were gone for too long and you can’t lock the bathroom with both of you inside. That would be too odd. Maybe just a kiss, or peck, even a hug would do—

All of a sudden, you felt Jaemin’s strong arms pull you inside one of the rooms at the end of the hall, walking you through the darkness of the study to your backyard. He closed the door shut and looked about himself.

‘Jaem—’

He pinned you to the nearest tree and placed a hand over your mouth.

‘Shhhh, they’ll hear us,’ he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.

This close, you could finally see the familiar gleam of his growing desire in his eyes. He wasn’t distracted; he was searching.

Your eyes quickly raked the area. Sure, the backyard was dark and the tree provided some privacy, but you were still out in open view for anyone who would as much as glance in your direction.

You wanted to shake your head, telling him to stop but Jaemin had already taken your lips into a desperate kiss. The three months had done their magic because your hands, that you had intended to push him away with, were fumbling in his shirt to pull him closer despite his body being completely pressed against yours. His tongue traced the line of your lips, hungrily, plunging into your mouth like he was starved for ages. You were moaning into him already, breathless and needy.

The kiss should have given you some respite but the harder he kissed you, the more you wanted him.

‘God, I missed you so much, baby,’ he murmured against your lips. He was panting already and you couldn’t help but cup his cheek affectionately, offering some solace in the middle of the storm.

His lips trailed down your neck, two of his fingers already inside you, making you squirm with the slightest of pulls.

‘You are such a tease,’ you said, your hands tangled in his hair, leaning your head back for him.

‘Oh, come on,’ he cooed, his lips burning hot against your skin. His hands were ripping the collar of your top in an attempt to mark your shoulder. ‘I thought we were done pretending.’

There was a scoff on your lips— one he was more than glad to kiss away. He pressed you further into the trunk, the roughness of the bark a stark reminder of where you were and what you were doing.

‘Ugh,’ you groaned.

‘Baby, you’ll have to be quiet,’ he whispered, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. ‘We are outside,’ he reminded, as if that was enough to calm your frayed senses.

You wanted to whine, even protest but his fingers were making it difficult to question much. You bit down on your lip, holding back your tongue.

‘Hm?’ he asked, his own restrain close to snapping. ‘You’ll be quiet for me, won’t you, baby?’

You nodded, your hand stroking him over the fabric of his pants. He hissed, biting back his own sinful moan and for a moment, you thought he would actually give in but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

‘I won’t be able to hold it,’ he reasoned, his eyes so desperate that you almost pitied him.

But then he was pulling your skirt up roughly, unzipping his pants and angling against you as if he was not about to keel over from just a little stroke. He pulled one of your legs around his waist and slid inside you, one of his hands pressed over your mouth. He was moving, and you couldn’t blame him for not waiting for you to adjust because you too were too fucked out to have any patience.

Shame rose inside you as tears, or perhaps it was your own need manifesting in the most pathetic way. And if it wasn’t for him holding you up, you might have even pushed him away. But he tightened his hold over your mouth, shaking his head desperately.

You wanted to tell him it didn’t matter anymore because it was him who was grunting, whimpering like a wounded animal with every thrust. It was almost vulgar the way he was fucking you, not caring about the sound his skin was making against yours. You could tell he was holding back, trying different angles to find the one that made the least noise. One of you had to be careful and your mind held onto this information to give in, using his caution to push away your own shame.

‘Jaemin…’ you mumbled beneath his palm.

‘Hm,’ he groaned in frustration, knowing how useless it was to silence either of you anymore. The sound of his obscene rhythm was unmistaken and Jaemin was making no effort to slow down. He gripped your hips tightly, tilting them further up to sink deeper into you.

‘Is… this…’ he was slurring his words like a drunk.

‘W-What?’

He leaned onto your frame, biting down on your shoulder. Your wrists struggled in his grip but he was not going to let go. This was his last attempt to control either of you and he was holding on.

‘Is this… good for you?’ he managed and you wanted to laugh at his courteous formality.

‘Harder,’ you told him, your back arching for him. His other hand came up below your top, slithering its way up from your chest till it held your jaw tightly in place. He thrusted harder into you, more urgently when you moaned his name, his body reacting to your every sound, every twitch, every sweet little whine.

‘Do you like that baby?’ he mumbled against your skin as you leaned your head into his shoulder which he welcomed with a nibble on your ear.

‘They… might hear us,’ you returned.

He let out a humourless laugh against your ear. ‘The whole world can hear us, darling.’

You groaned but he pulled your face closer to kiss you.

‘Oh, don’t start clenching baby,’ he rasped. ‘Let me fuck you some more, hm, please?’

He adjusted his angle, his knee pushing your leg away to give himself more space. You didn’t know that it was even possible for him to move any faster.

‘God, you’re making this so hard,’ he cried out, burying his face in the crook of your neck. ‘Sweetheart, be still… I can’t…’

You shook your head, frantically. ‘Jaemin… no more…’

The knot in your stomach tightened. The movement of Jaemin inside you was the only thing keeping you from slipping into the luring void. He was no longer holding back, all semblance of his control crumbling around you. You could feel the back of your clothes being reduced to tatters from grating against the rugged trunk but all you could do was scream his name over and over again like a pleading pilgrim.

With a wretched moan, you released, your insides clutching onto him so tightly that Jaemin was ready to start screaming too, his knuckles turning white with the pressure he was holding on to the last shreds of his dignity.

His sloppy thrusts found their own release as his desire mounted on top of him and he had to find it within him to not start fucking you again as your body writhed against him in the same rhythm.

The silence that crept up your senses right after numbed you, your breaths echoing in the dark like a siren’s song. Jaemin moved first, helping you wear your underwear, his lifeless hands straightening your hair back in place.

He stared at you for what seemed like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than a minute because you barely had enough time to catch your breath before he was leading you inside.

The warmth of the study brought back the faint memory of the dinner, your parents and Mark waiting for you.

‘Baby,’ he said, his voice carrying no weight.

You looked up at him. He was swaying or maybe it was you because he held you in place by your shoulders.

‘Your clothes,’ he pointed out.

Your clothes looked like they had survived a war. Jaemin needed a new shirt too, one that didn’t have your scent all over it and of course, the wine stain that you had to help him with.

It took you an embarrassing amount of time to find your own room in your own house and even more to find clothes that looked half-decent. At least this allowed for some of your fried nerves to form a believable façade of a functioning human for your family.

But when you both returned, the dining room was empty except for Mark who was sitting at the table, red in the face. He looked up at the sound of you both, a murderous scowl growing on his face as he took in your state.

‘Mark—’

‘You are dead, Jaemin!’ he gritted out.

[prettynice8]

Kinkmas Day 10: Spanking

Jung Wooyoung x male reader

This guy

Stuff: Spanking DUH, possessive Wooyoung, bratty reader, brat taming? you two are friends, reader is an Ateez member, I think that's it.

TW: The reader is described as having a pretty fat ass, if you're insecure about your flat butt like I am, then maybe this story isn't for you. Some content maybe be difficult for bubble butt sensitive viewers.

Word Count: 1,064

You and Wooyoung are really good friends, closer than most other members in the group, and he secretly had a bit of a crush on you. You had a big one on him too, secretly teasing him by bending over or touching him a little too long. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you loved every moment of his flushed or sometimes even frustrated expression whenever you teased him.

Currently, you two are in dance practice with the rest of the members, practicing for the upcoming concert tour. As the lineup goes for this dance, you are practically right in front of Wooyoung for the song the whole time, so you had quite the idea. A terrible, horrible, very bad, brilliant idea.

Your shorts are always incredibly short, the target of many complaints from Wooyoung since it messes up his dancing, almost always giving him a hard on. So, with this particular number, you decided to turn the slut notch up to 11, bending over, sticking your ass out, and arching your back as much as you possibly can.

Wooyoung grows more and more sexually frustrated as the practice session goes on, the bulge in his pants becoming harder and harder to hide from his fellow members, and it's all your fault.

It's so fucking hard for him to see your plump ass and not just squeeze it, run his face through it, fuck it, dear god anything. He wants to grope it so bad but that would make the friendship a little awkward, just a little bit.

But FUCK, seeing that wonderful bubble butt jiggle in front of him during every practice and not being able to do anything with it is complete torture, and he knows damn well that you're doing this shit intentionally, you fucking bitch.

Once practice FINALLY ends, you walk over to Hongjoong, who gives you a light spank on the ass.

"Good job today Y/n, though your dancing was a little too..." He pauses, trying to find the right way to put it. "Too sexy."

"Thank you!" You expressed graciously, not exactly taking his backhanded advice like he wanted.

"Don't you think it's a bit... much." He said kindly, trying to phrase it in the best way he can. Suddenly, Wooyoung walks over to interrupt the conversation.

"Far too much, it's really difficult to dance with his ass in my face." He confessed angrily to Hongjoong, raising his voice a little due to the sexual frustration you're giving him.

Then, Mingi walks over and gives you a light spank on the ass, making it slightly jiggle.

"Good job today." He told you with a gentle smile, but that light spank was Wooyoung's thirteenth reason, so he's about to do something about your slutty attitude.

Without another word, Wooyoung grips your arm and takes you away from everyone else, dragging you to who knows where, gripping tightly enough to leave a bruise. He walks quickly as you stumble behind him, trying to hold back the massive smirk your face desperately wants to make. He soon reaches his intended destination, the recording studio, where no one can hear how loud you scream. In a sex way not a murder way.

He quickly sits down and throws you on to his lap, taking your shorts and underwear off and throwing them to the other side of the room, you won't need them for a while. He does all of this within a blink of an eye, both disorienting and turning you on.

"You're fucking leaking, I bet you just loved showing me this perfect ass! Flaunting it in my face, fucking tease!" He nearly yelled at you, gripping your cheeks tightly, almost hard enough to bruise, finally being able to get his hands on the one thing he's wanted for months now. His tight grip makes you both whimper in pain but also shriek in ecstasy, the duality of men. His grip on your plump cheeks only tightens, making your shrieks only louder.

"No one's going to help you, fucking slut! I have you all to myself." He started loudly. Wooyoung finally spanks your bubble butt, watching as the plump flesh jiggles from his hard slap. "Fucking finally, that's so fucking hot."

But one slap isn't near enough for him, not after all you've put him through, so he goes to mother fucking town. He slaps your ass HARD, over and over again until both of your poor cheeks are a bright shade of red. He spanks one, then the other, waiting to watch them jiggle and once that stops, he does it all over again.

"Sorry okay! That really hurts!" You whined, but secretly you adored how mad you've made him with your constant teasing, loving the way his hand felt as it smacked your now hot burning flesh.

"You like this don't you? You like how I'm punishing you for weeks of being a total slut!" He yelled angrily, delivering a particularly harsh slap, making you screech in pain and pleasure.

You respond to him with a simple yet effective cheeky shrug, this REALLY pisses Wooyoung off, which you can tell from how he gives your cheek the harshest slap yet, causing the loudest pitch you've reached in your entire life; Hongjoong would be proud of such a note. At this point, neither of you can tell what's louder, his spanks or your moans.

Wooyoung then goes back to continuously spanking you, slapping your cheeks over and over at an excruciating pace, projecting weeks of sexual frustration into your poor ass, making it terribly sore. It hurts like a fucking bitch, but you kind of love it. Your shrieks of pain turn into pitchy moans of pleasure at the sensation of his hand slapping your ass with such force and ferocity.

Once Wooyoung has let out all his sexual frustrations on your perfect ass, he gently rubs the tender and sensitive flesh, gently kissing your cheeks, a complete contrast to his previous aggressive behavior.

"Now you know what will happen if you pull that shit again." He warned, giving you ass one more hard slap, making you shriek in the recording room.

"Good to know, now I know what to do if I ever want to get spanked or..." You let on, giving him a wink, which earns you a final harsh slap on your ass.

THE END

[elliesflwrgirl]

cw, top!ellie, bottom!reader, jealous!ellie strap on usage (r receiving), dirty talk, public sex, bathroom sex, petnames (sweet girl, baby, etc)

summary: college!ellie and u go to dinner with some friends, one of which ellie is incredibly jealous of, so jealous bathroom sex! who cheered? i know i did.

if u enjoy this like and reblog please!! love u.

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you and ellie had been going out for about a year now, everyone in your friend group knew from the moment ellie had laid eyes on you that you were completely and utterly hers. and you were more than okay with that. ellie has always been jealous when it came to you, so everybody knew not to get too touchy with you. well, besides the new girl in the group, cassie.

according to ellie, cassie was always gawking at your ass, or staring at you for a second too long. you hadn’t noticed, and neither did any of your other friends. ellie made the conscious decision to never let you hang out with her without ellie being with you. you thought it was cute how protective she was over you, always defending you, always there to back you up.

when you told ellie you guys were invited to a dinner with your friends she politely declined, as she normally does, ellie’s not really into the whole socializing thing. but, when you mentioned cassie would be there, suddenly she was all about this dinner.

the second you guys walked into the restaurant ellie’s arm wrapped around your waist and she kept you close, you knew this was all out of jealousy, but it also was extremely hot to you. to watch her get so possessive.

you made your way to the table, ellie sitting directly beside you and cassie and dina sitting across from you guys. jesse was running late, as always. “we missed you guys,” you beam and ellie nods her head as her hand finds its way to your thigh. she loved when you wore this black dress, it rode up on your thighs when you sat and she thought it was making room for her hand.

“god we missed you, you’ve been like a little hermit crab all cooped up in your apartment.” cassie says and you laugh, but ellie does not. she gives a cocky smile and mutters, “we’ve been busy fucking.” which nobody heard besides you but it still made your cheeks feel hot. ellie grinned seeing you get all flustered, she rubbed her thumb back and forth over your thigh.

“well, how’ve you been?” you ask the table and dina fills you in on the latest about her and jesse’s on and off relationship, and cassie tells you she about her day to day, nerding out about classes and whatnot. and as she talked ellie’s hand slid further and further up your dress. “anyway, how’s life been for you?” as cassie asks you feel ellie’s finger slowly run up your clothed cunt.

“uh,” you struggle to think for a moment as ellie slowly tortures you with a slow up and down motion of her fingertip. “it’s been so good,” you give a short answer and ellie grins beside you. “why don’t you tell them about the art museum we went to last weekend baby?”

you stare at her with a pissed smile as she pulls your underwear to the side, “i’d love to hear about it.” cassie beams and you nod your head. “yeah, um we saw so many… uh,” you lose train of thought as ellie slowly circles her fingers over your clit. “so many what?” ellie teases and you gently push your hips against her fingers, “so many gorgeous paintings,”

dina looks between the two of you and furrows her brows, “you alright?” she asks you and you nod quickly, “i’m okay.” you answer quickly. ellie grins as she teases your entrance with her fingers. “she’s just kinda foggy today, she didn’t get much sleep. we were up late.” she tells them while somehow making it abundantly obvious exactly why you two were up so late.

you bite your lip to stop a soft whimper from coming out, “i’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” you say suddenly and ellie looks at you. almost a silent confirmation that you want her to meet you in there.

you slide out from the booth, quickly walking to the bathroom. you squeeze your thighs together as you lean up against the wall, waiting for ellie.

she comes in a couple moments later, and as soon as you see her you pull her close. you grab the waistband of her pants and pull her to you, smashing her lips against yours. her hands find your waist and grip at your hips, as she pushes you up against the wall. she kisses down your jaw, lightly nipping as she does. “i can’t stand the way she looks at you,” she whispers as she leaves dark hickeys all down your neck.

you whimper softly as you lean your head against the tile of the bathroom. anybody could walk in and see this dirty sight but you couldn’t care less. ellie’s hand pushes your dress up past your hips, thrusting her hips up against yours. making you feel the silicon beneath her jeans. she pulls your dress off your shoulders, laying sloppy kisses on the tops of your boobs and on your shoulders.

you quickly start undoing her jeans and she grins against your neck, “someone’s needy.” she teases and you eagerly tug down her jeans, revealing her strap. ellie pushes your underwear to the side as she gently circles her fingers over your clit. you wrap your legs around her waist and pull her close.

you grab her strap and align it with you as she thrusts into you. a moan leaves your lips and your hands bury themselves in her short hair. “you always take me so well, sweet girl.” she murmurs into your neck and you whine softly. “faster,” you beg and she thrusts into you faster and deeper. you claw at her shoulders and bury your head in her neck.

“fuck els—“ you whine softly and she grins, “i know baby, your doing so good for me, taking it like a good girl.” she praises and you moan into her neck.

she grips your thighs tight, nails digging into them, “wish cassie could see us right now, see how much of a complete and utterly useless slut you are for me, wish she could watch me fuck you dumb.” she mumbles and you toss your head back against the tile, “oh my god—“ you whimper as ellie hits that spongy spot deep inside of you.

“just like that, god, don’t stop.” you moan quietly and ellie watches as your eyes roll back, the way your body completely relaxes as she fucks into you. “nobody else can fuck you like this, nobody else can make you feel this good, isn’t that right?” ellie murmurs in your ear and you nod.

“say it.” she urges and you whine softly, “nobody else fucks me like this— god,” you whine as ellie hits that spot again, “only you can make me feel this good— fuck i’m so close” you moan loudly and a cocky grin spreads over her face, “that’s right, sweet girl.”

ellie watches as your body completely collapses against hers as you cum, profanities leave your lips along with ellie’s name.

ellie kisses your forehead and gently pulls out of you. “did so good for me baby.” she hums as she zips her pants back up. you tug your dress back down as your legs shake slightly. “how am i gonna cover these up, els?” you groan as you see the red marks down your neck. “don’t.” she grins.

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[goatcheesecak3]

I hate you too Pt.1

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x afab!reader

Minors dni

Warnings: nsfw, alcohol use

Fic type: enemies to lovers, smut, a dash of fluff at the very end, also Scott Tibbs cameo teehee

Summary: you and Adam have been rivals for years, but after begrudgingly letting him crash at your apartment, things take an unexpected turn.

A/n: this is my first time writing a smut in YEARS so I'm a little rusty. This is just a short one, but I how you enjoy it! I've maybe got an idea for a part two of this, so let me know if you want it!

"Are you fucking kidding me? You didn't tell me he was gonna be here" you huffed to your friend, Mark.

"Was I meant to?" He asked, looking at you as if you were insane.

"Yes! I wouldn't have come if I knew he was gonna be here"

You were at some sleazy dive bar, you and a group of friends had decided you all needed to get outside and have some fun- well, you, your friends and him.

"Him" was Adam, a twenty seven year old photographer with a mean attitude. He was as much of a part of the group as you were, his friends were your friends and they all got along. However, for some reason the pair of you never clicked. You thought he was hot-headed and rude, while he thought you were vapid and snarky.

"Come on, just play nice for tonight, alright?" Mark pleaded with you, "he's been having a rough time lately. You know it's coming up on one year now..."

Almost a year ago, Adam had had a pretty terrible ordeal. He'd been kidnapped by a serial killer and chained up somewhere. He was missing for about a week before he was found, shackled, bloody and nearly dead. You hated his guts, but even you found yourself worrying for him. You recalled back to when you and your friends had visited him in the hospital...

...

"I didn't know any of you guys could bake, who made these? They're better than an orgasm" Adam groaned, munching away on a third cookie.

"That was your best friend" Mark had teased, while your other friend, Scott let out a snigger.

"You made me cookies?" Adam raised an eyebrow at you "have you tampered with these in any way?"

"No, I haven't tampered with them you dumbass. Besides, you're literally going in for your fourth one right now, would it really matter if I had at this point?" You rolled your eyes.

Mark and Scott giggled to themselves, they loved watching the two of you argue.

"So if you're not trying to poison me, then why did you...?"

"Look, this doesn't mean we're friends or anything, okay. I just... I guess getting kidnapped probably sucked" you looked away, not wanting to continue taking and accidentally say something too nice.

...

Adam came over to the booth where you, Scott and Mark had been sat, sipping on beers.

"I think that's my cue to go for a cigarette" you said, rising from your seat.

"You gotta cut down on those man, they'll kill you someday" Scott tutted, half joking.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" you called as you dissappeared into the outdoor smoking area.

It was peaceful out there, no one else but you. You huddled yourself under a grimy looking awning and struggled to light your cigarette with your shitty, dying lighter.

"You shouldn't joke about that shit" an all too familiar voice broke the silence.

You spun around, slightly startled, to see Adam stood there.

"Don't follow me, you creep" you scoffed, unable to hide the disgust in your face, even if you wanted to.

"I'm serious, don't joke about wanting to die in public. You don't know who's listening"

He was referring to jigsaw, of course. His whole "cherish your life" thing made jokes like that grounds for kidnap and torture. Adam had a good point.

"Just looking out for you" he said, his unwelcoming expression unchanging.

You glared at him, your frustration building as you struggled to light your cigarette.

"Just use this" he tossed his own lighter to you.

"Thanks".

When you had finished lighting yours, Adam lit up one for himself. The two of you smoked in silence, avoiding eye contact and shuffling your feet awkwardly.

...

Your walk home was a strange one, to say the least. Your mind felt cloudy, so you decided to take the long way home. You'd drank just enough alcohol to reach a weird stare of clarity, where your mind was alert enough for you to think coherently, but uninhibited so that you could think about things your sober mind had tried to avoid. Your dream of consciousness ran wild, leading you to all sorts of conclusions.

"Why am I still single? The guys in this city are ugly, that's why. No, that's mean. They're not ugly, just boring yuppie types. I'm friends with the three good looking guys in the city but you couldn't pay me to date them. Oh, admitting that Adam is your friend? Admitting that he's good looking are we now? Okay well maybe he's not my friend, but it's been well established that he's a good looking guy. Hate to admit it, but if his mouth never opened I'd probably find him hot.

Your train of thought took all sorts of twists and turns, but it kept seeming to take you back to thoughts of Adam. You put it down to being drunk and stupid, reminding yourself that you despised Adam, you couldn't stand to see his face, you couldn't stand his whiney, high pitched voice. Ugh. It was so irritating you could practically hear it- no, you could hear it, like really, actually hear it.

"What the fuck? Why didn't my landlord tell me he was doing this tonight?"

Adam was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, next to his apartment building, which had been draped in a yellow and black striped tent. As he paced, he whacked his mobile phone with his hand a few times, muttering things like "shit" and "Come on, stupid thing".

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened here. Adam's apartment building had been fumigated, and with no working phone, he was pretty much stranded for the night. You couldn't help but laugh.

Adam's eyes shot towards you, his expression a mixture of hatred and relief. You were the last person he wanted to see him struggle, but at least he knew you'd begrudgingly help him out.

"Jesus y/n, you scared the shit outta me. Did you follow me or something?"

You shook your head.

"I was out for a walk, this little shitshow" you pointed toward him "was just a happy coincidence."

Adam bit the insides of his cheeks. He wanted to be rude to you, he wanted so bad to wipe that smug grin off your face, but he knew he couldn't, not while he needed something from you.

"Can I borrow your phone? I need to call scott" his voice had no inflection whatsoever.

"Negative. Out of juice"

"Ah jesus, fuck.." Adam held his head and began to pace. He looked less annoyed and more concerned now.

"Fuck!" He yelled through gritted teeth, throwing his nokia onto the floor. In an anticlimactic bounce, it landed by your feet.

"Jeez, if it's that serious you can just charge this thing at my place" you sighed, picking up his phone and noting that you had the same one.

Adam looked at you as though you were lying to him.

"Come ON, before I change my mind" you ordered, finally feeling the cold of the night, and wanting to be inside quickly.

Adam followed, and the two of you walked in silence.

...

There was something palpable in the air of your tiny apartment that night, like a storm brewing. It intensified by the second, and when Adam threw himself onto your sofa as if he owned the place it only became stronger. You marched to your bedroom to grab your charger, quietly seething. Everything he did pissed you off. The way he so arrogantly shoved your decorative cushions aside so he could sit, the way he looked at your posters, your furniture. Judging, silently judging. You tossed him the charger, and sat in an armchair. The sofa had plenty of room for you to sit too, but the thought of being in such close proximity to him filled you with a white hot burning rage.

Some time passed, neither of you had spoken, instead opting to chainsmoke. Part of you was hoping the thick cloud of smoke would obscure your view of him. The silence sat heavily above you, until Adam's voice broke through it.

"Scott's not picking up."

"Have you tried Mar-"

"Obviously I've tried Mark"

Both your sentences were short, snappy. Being alone together was uncomfortable and awkward as all hell, if just one of you could swallow your pride and break the ice it would have been bearable at least, but you were both stubborn as mules.

Adam let out a sigh.

"Look, this isn't ideal for either of us but.." You took a deep breath, "you can stay here if you're really outta options"

Adam responded to this, in what you assumed was his language for gratitude. He liberated a small bottle of whiskey from the inside pocket of hig ratty jacket and plopped it down on the coffee table.

"If this is as much of a nightmare for you as it is for me, then I think we could both use some of this" he said.

"Hey look, finally something we can agree on" you almost laughed, standing up to head to the kitchen and grab two tumblers.

The two of you drank generous amounts, you had put a record on quietly just to add some sort of ambience, because the silence had begun to feel quite oppressive.

"You know, there's probably more than just that" Adam finally said, startling you a little.

"Huh?"

"I mean, there's probably more we agree on than just the fact that tonight is a nightmare"

"Dude, that conversation was like 20 minutes ago, are you slow or something?" You scoffed.

Adam rolled his eyes

"I mean, shit y/n, I love this album. All your posters, the stacks of dvds, we pretty much have the same apartment. Maybe yours is a bit more flouncy than mine.."

"And also yours is filled with bugs judging by that fumigation tent" you quipped, unable to resist the urge to get a jab in.

Adam paused, and gave you a look. It wasn't one you knew how to describe.

"What I'm saying is, we've got a lot in common. I seriously don't get why you have such a problem with me"

You were absolutely dumbfounded. That jerk! He was acting like you were the one with a problem? You sat there with your mouth agape for a second or two, before snapping at him.

"You're the one that started this feud! Always giving me dirty looks, poking fun at the way I dress, which by the way, is ridiculous because we dress exactly the same!" You blurted out, almost raising your voice.

Unexpectedly Adam began to laugh. He threw his head back and cackled like a hyena.

"Have you lost your damn mind?" You asked, a slight tone of seriousness to your voice.

"No, no, no... I- I get out now" Adam struggled to get out between laughs, "I get why we hate eachother so much"

Your curiosity got the better of you

"Why...?"

"Okay so, there's always been something between us, we thought it was animosity, right?" His face became plastered with a devilish grin

"It's not that, it's not that at all. It's sexual tension"

"That's disgusting! You're sick in the head!" You cried out, insulted at the very notion.

"Come on, y/n, we both know it. You wanna hit this sooooo bad" he smirked, his smug, awful grin sending waves of anger throughout your body.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard" you retorted, doing your best to ignore what felt like excitement bubbling in your chest... and other parts of your body.

"Aw, are you too much of a good girl to admit it?" He teased.

You tried to fight it, but it was absolutely no use. Those two words just did something to you. Your body, not wanting to comply with your better judgement, gave away your feelings. You blushed, and Adam saw it.

He let out a low chuckle. He was infuriating, you felt this innate, primal urge deep inside you, like you wanted to pounce on him. But to do what? Punch him? Kiss him? You'd find out in the moment.

"Get up" you ordered, rising to your feet

"Woah, are you gonna try and fight me out something?" Adam laughed, only half concerned.

"I don't know yet" you said flatly, eyes trained on Adam as he stood to face you.

Before you could make a decision, your body reacted for you. Your arms threw themselves around his shoulders, one hand running itself through his surprisingly soft hair, the other resting on the back of his neck, pulling him toward you.

Your lips immediately met his, as you kissed him hungrily. With even more fervor, Adam kissed back, his tongue slipping into your mouth. One of his hands found itself on your waist, the other was groping your ass.

Your mind was racing a hundred miles a minute, this was the stupidest thing you'd ever done, but you'd never felt more alive. It was dangerous, a little wrong even, but so right at the same time.

You pulled away for a second, only to breathlessly utter the word "bedroom".

Adam nodded, before resuming kissing you. Your bodies remained firmly pressed together as you stumbled down the hall and into your bedroom. The two of you removed your jackets and tshirts, tossing them god knows where. You honestly couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when your bodies became horizontal, it was such a blur, but somehow you ended up laying on the bed, Adam on top of you.

He had begun to kiss all over your neck, the sensation of his hot breath making your stomach flip. You let out a few moans as his hands explored your torso, feeling every inch of you. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he had that same shit eating grin as always.

You could feel how hard Adam was through his jeans, he grinded against you and you felt your hips involuntarily buck forwards, wanting more friction. Adam noticed this straight away.

"Someone's impatient" he chuckled, his voice smug as ever

"Shut up" you just about managed to get out between gasps.

"Let's pay a little more attention to your top half first, you can be a good girl and wait a little longer" he whispered as his hands found the clasp of your bra and made hasty work of it.

There was that nickname again, the one that made wetness pool in your panties, the one that made your nails dig into Adam's back as you pulled him closer.

Adam's soft lips gently brushed over your nipples, his tongue dancing across your flesh. He was surprisingly gentle, his delicate touches were just light enough to drive you wild, you desperately needed more.

"Adam..." You whined, hoping he would stop teasing you.

"God, y/n, you're such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" He grinned, "so desperate to be fucked"

He loved seeing you like this, having you right in the palm of his hand. Well aware that Adam was enjoying watching you squirm, a myriad of insults flew through your mind, and you would have called him every single one of them if you didn't want him inside you so badly.

Thankfully, Adam stopped waiting around, and removed your jeans and underwear all in one swift motion. He'd never admit it, but he was getting rather impatient too. His hands on your legs, holding them apart, he stopped for a second to admire your pussy. You were visibly dripping, and knowing that it was he who had done that to you gave Adam a real ego boost. That arrogant son of a bitch.

"So wet for me, y/n" he murmured, eyes glued to your womanhood, as his hands rubbed along the insides of your thighs, getting juuuust close enough to your pussy to make you hyper aware that nothing was touching it- and you needed that touch urgently.

"Stop talking and just fuck me, Stanheight!" You yelled, hoping your voice would sound demanding and assertive, but instead sounding desperate and weak.

"Hmmm" he hummed, as though he were deeply considering what you had just said.

Suddenly you finally felt some sort of touch between your thighs. Two of Adam's fingers ran along your slit, smearing your juices across your entrance, and up to your clit.

The gasp you let out as you threw your head back was partly in pleasure, partly in relief. When his fingers rubbed gently across your clit, your hips rolled, trying to press against his fingers for more friction, but as soon as his fingers were there, they were gone again.

Looking up to see why Adam had stopped, the sight that met you was both unexpected, and an absolute delight. It was Adam, his eyes shut and his beautiful, sharp features accentuated by the low light of your lamp. He was licking your fluids off his fingers.

You felt a brand new wetness begin to spill out of you at this, as you uttered a breathy "fuck, that's hot".

He winked cockily, as he admired the state you were in. Fully Nude, and spread open to show him how wet you were. Hard little nipples and a dazed, blushing face. He found your soft lips and open mouth particularly attractive. He would have loved to shove his cock deep in there until the Mascara ran from your eyes, he thought you'd look quite pretty all tear stained and used. But that was something he would wait for next time, it was too intense for a first time together, and quite frankly, at this point he was getting just as desperate to fuck as you were.

"You got any condoms?" He asked, standing up to unzip his jeans and yank them down with his boxers

"Top drawer" you pointed to your dresser, and sat up on your elbows to get a good look at Adam's naked body. His torso was pale and slim, at the bottom of his tummy a small trail of hairs was dusted across his flesh, leading down to some recently trimmed black hairs. His dick was a wonderful sight, a decent length and a girth that looked like it would stretch you delightfully. He had a pretty pink tip, which was glistening with precum. You made a mental note that at some point you would love to give him a real slow, sloppy blow job.

Adam positioned himself over you, and lined his cock up to your entrance, rubbing his tip up and down your folds.

"I'll be gentle to start off" he whispered, almost tenderly, as he planted a soft kiss at your jawline.

You nodded, signaling that you were ready for him to enter you.

He started off with just that pretty pink tip of his, carefully pushing it into your hole. He let out a low hum, while a gasp escaped your lips.

"More" you whined

"God, you're hot" Adam remarked, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

He eased himself in further, his girth slowly stretching you.

"Shit you're so tight" he muttered, more to himself than to you. "It doesn't hurt, does it?" Adam looked at you, there was a glint of something a little too intimate for hate-fucking in his eyes.

"No, it feels good" you nodded, feeling yourself adjust to his size.

Adam gently pushed the rest of himself inside you, until he was all the way in. After waiting for a few seconds, he began to thrust. He maintained a steady, fast pace. His face buried in your neck breathing you in, your bodies pressed tightly together.

"Oh god Adam" you cried out, loving every second of it. All that rage from earlier had transformed into an insatiable need to feel him all over you. Your hands roamed up and down his back, running through his hair and gripping onto his body, holding him close as your legs wrapped around him, letting him in deeper.

Adam lifted his head from the crook of your neck and abruptly stopped thrusting. He was looking down at you now, that cocky grin plastered over his face.

"Thought you were meant to hate me, hm?" He said.

"Who said I didn't" you uttered, breathlessly.

"Well if that's the case, then maybe I should stop"

Oh he was good.

"Don't you even think about it" you said urgently.

Adam's face could only be described as mischievous, as he pulled himself up and slowly began pulling his dick out of you. You let out a small whimper at the loss of the feeling of him filling you up.

"I wanna know how badly you want it" he smirked, absent mindedly rubbing his hand along your thigh.

He knew just how to drive you wild, his soft touches and playful teasing made your core feel like it was on fire.

"C'mon Adam, quit fucking around" you whined.

He shook his head

"Beg."

That bastard.

Never in your life would you ever have imagined needing something from Adam Stanheight so badly that you would be willing to beg for it, let alone this, but now it was actually happening, you were seriously considering it.

He rubbed his tip up and down your folds, teasing your entrance and making it nearly impossible to resist. You couldn't fight it, you needed him. You had to swallow your pride and do what he wanted.

With redness painting your cheeks, and all your pride out of the window, you uttered a small "please"

"Please what?" Adam smiled slyly.

"Please fuck me" You said, a little louder now.

"Throw my name in there and I'll consider it"

This was humiliating, this went against everything you stood for, there was no wa-

"Please Adam, please please fuck me"

"Well since you asked so nicely"

There was no build up before Adam plunged himself deep into you, and this time he went harder than before. The obscene sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the air. He held your legs open as he took in what he considered to be the most wonderful sight; your tits bouncing with each thrust, your hands clutching into the bedsheets, your mouth wide open to let out moans of his name. God how he loved the way you said his name.

"Fuck, y/n, why'd we wait so long to do this, huh?" He panted through thrusts

You wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but with Adam repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, there was no way you could form a sentence, or ever remember what words were for that matter. As you started to see stars, finally two words managed to make their way to the forefront of your mind, and you screamed them.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Shit... fuck, me too" Adam groaned, burying his cock deep inside you, before grinding his hips and releasing.

...

When Adam returned from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, he wore nothing but his boxers.

"I uhh.. I got you a glass of water" he said awkwardly, placing the drink on the bedside table.

"Thanks" you said shyly.

You weren't exactly sure what the protocol was for the aftermath of sleeping with your arch nemesis, were you supposed to go back to fighting? Were you meant to cuddle? You figured a good place to start was a cigarette. You fished around in your nightstand and pulled out a packet of smokes and a lighter. The ashtray was already resting on top.

"Want one?" You offered casually.

"You keep cigarettes in your bedside table?" Adam asked, raising an eyebrow. He took one from you and sat next to you on the bed.

"You're just jealous you didn't think of it first" you teased, affectionately this time.

Adam took a long drag before he spoke.

"So..."

"So..."

"You wanna cuddle or...?" He avoided eye contact, feeling foolish for even asking.

"Or what? Or do I still hate you?" You smiled

"Yeah, or do you still hate me?" He laughed.

You snuggled up to him and planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"I think you're the worst" you joked, resting your head on his shoulder and draping your arm across his chest.

"Hate you too, babe" he chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

[livielll]

rivals.

stingyshima!!!!!

HAIKYUU -tsukishima kei- X FEMREADER

rival, that's what they said, wasn't it? show offs, tease, and could never get along. rivals were a constant companion now, following you around. and you saw them right now, him. staring, right at you.

"what do you want." you mumbled a little too high for him to hear as you sat down on your seat and pulled out your books then placed them neatly in the drawers.

"nothing, have you studied for the upcoming test?" he asked, adjusting his glasses with a middle and ring finger.

out of every word and sentence he decided to ask that first?

"no, it's still in like, 1 week?"

"well, alright then. just asking, since you got your ass beaten by ME last test" he said cockily.

"what, so your trying to make sure i havent studied yet?" you returned the exact same tone.

"no, just asking, whatever."

It was lunch time, finally. the last 2 periods were torturing hell for you. a seat was available in the middle so you told your friends you guys could eat there.

you then saw tsukishima eating with some people, a guy that kind of looked like an orange, a guy with greenish hair, also known as yamaguchi. you knew since he was in your class too, and another guy sipping on milk. you barely find tsukishima eating with anyone except yamaguchi in lunch time usually.

but you shrugged it off cause "no one cares" you thought.

"you're so slow!!" they, your friends said as they ran towards your house. you quickly snapped out of your thought and began walking faster.

tsukishima and yamaguchi appeared in the corner of your eye, walking to a nearby shop. and that, made you walk faster. "I'm coming!!"

multiple hours have passed ever since you and your friends actually studied. for some reason you guys ended up watching a movie instead of studying, and you enjoyed it cause you didn't wanna study at all. but your mind kept going to the scores you'll get.

"what if i get a lower score than that stupid tsukishima?"

so you excused yourself to actually study and got up. "aw..oh right, we were supposed to study." reina, one of them said that led to almost the whole group laugh.

you opened the door that was connected to the walls of your bedroom and sighed deeply. you really did NOT wanna study. you always got these lazy feelings one week before the exam, but you reluctantly pulled out your notebook and began to write down the notes and studied.

groaning, you went down to see your friends still there, now studying. they looked pretty serious, and by their expressions, you can tell some of them cried due to stress. you chuckled at the sighting and joined them.

-time skip, brought to you by alienkawa-

It's now finally the exam day. you entered school with a big grin, knowing you'll ace this test and pass tsukishima's score. you talked a bit with your friends while adjusting your lockers and went to class. the sight was beautiful, the windows open, exposing the bright sky with birds chirping around.

but it soon got ruined by tsukishima towering over you. "move." he demanded, and you were about to argue but stepped aside cause you didn't wanna waste a single volcabulary and a vibrate from your voice box talking to him.

you saw him go to a blonde short girl, talking. you felt kind of jealous but pushed those feelings away cause who were you to care? you sat down and studied again to beat saltyshima.

he came back to class soon after, you looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows and huffed. "hey" was all he said, before he took a seat and placed it right in front of you. "what?" you asked, the frustration obviously shown in the tone you gave him. you literally just wanted to study peacefully with no one bickering you.

"nothing, just wanted to see you study." he replied with a genuine smile you never ever saw. you ignored him and continued studying, thinking that he wasn't worth your time. but while you were studying, you knew he kept staring at you.

well, not glaring, but he kept looking at you. you could tell there was a difference with his usual cocky stare. he was staring at you with some, affection. you felt. so you lifted your head up. "what? am i that pretty to be stared at?" you said, narrowing your eyes.

"maybe." he replied and stood up, returned the seat and walked to his original desk. leaving you with your mouth slightly agape. and you couldn't help, but feel little butterflies flying in your stomach.

during the test, you kept grinning cause you could solve all of them easily. you took a glance at tsukishima but he was already staring at you. so you kept staring, treating it as a stare contest. he then rolled his eyes and focused on his test instead, and that made your day better.

at the end, when you were finished you saw tsukishima do something. he was chilling around, probably because he was done. but this particular movement caught your eye. he stopped spinning his pen, randomly picked up his eraser and started erasing an answer and wrote it with another one.

you raised your eyebrow in confusion, you were watching him for a while, and he kept spinning his pen but why did he randomly do that?

the bell soon rang and you shrugged it off. "he probably just realized his answer was wrong." you thought and happily went to your friends.

- time skip, brought to you by tsukis glasses -

"everybody sit down or else i wont share the exam results!" the teacher yelled while slamming the board eraser (i dont know what the name is help) to the table aggressively.

you sat down and waited, with absolutely no patience. you drummed your fingers on the flat surface of the table. waiting.

the teacher shared the results, and when it came to you, she smiled and said congrats.

your mouth went open in happiness. you got a 100! now, tsukishima COULDN'T top you. well, that's if he didn't get a 100.

you ran to him while the class was talking about their grades and asked about his score.

"how much did you get?" you said excitingly.

"98." he replied, looking up at you. he didn't seem so sad about it, or bothered at all. so that bothered you. you wanted him to feel bothered.

"ha! i passed you!" you said while skipping to your chair back happily, you finally passed him.

his eyes follow your figure, a small smile appearing on his lips as you skipped away. and he was glad that you were happy.

"tch."

pls tell me yall understand what he did 💔

m.list

[princessmaybank]

I Love You So Fucking Much

Pairings: Sweet!JJ x BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, Fluff, Pussy Whipped!JJ, Surprise Kiss, Mention of Heavy Petting, Oral (Fem. receiving, short lived), p in v, no protection, cliffhanger, not really edited, etc.

Summary: The guys have been teasing JJ about his crush all day.

Authors Note: My first fic in a while! It's a little short, let me know if you want a part 2! I hope you like it!

JJ's POV:

Pope and John B apparently woke up and chose to torture me today. All day we've been with the girls and they wouldn't stop crackin' jokes. Basically I like my best friend and the guys pressured me into telling them that information a few days ago. I haven't seen her since before I told them, and I guess the guys just got really excited and wanna be dicks. Can't say I wouldn't do the same to one of them.

We were hangin' out in front of the fire at the chateau. I was in a fold up chair in between Pope and Sarah. John B was obviously directly next to Sarah and Kie and Y/N were on the other side of the fire. I couldn't stop staring at Y/N. She is gorgeous, her eyes lit up in front of the fire. "Got a lil drool there." Pope teases and reaches for my face, causing me to back up and slap his hand. Everyone noticed me slap him and was staring. "Why'd you hit Pope?" Sarah asked.

"Because it's funny." Is the best I could come up with. Everyone went back to their conversations but I saw John B whispering to Sarah out of the corner of my eye. Next thing I know Sarah turned to me and gasped, of course he fuckin' told the blabbermouth. I glare at her and whisper 'don't' , hopefully she listens.

Pope noticed the events and giggled to himself. "I don't see why you're so scared." Once again I was the center of attention. Kie finally pipes up. "JJ Maybank is scared of something? Never." Everyone giggled, exchanging nods.

Even though the topic changed many times I was still the focus of the night. The guys, and now Sarah, have still been teasing the whole time.

"I'm gonna go grab another beer, anyone want one?" Y/N asked the group as she stood up. Everyone gave her a nod or a 'yes'. "Wasn't expecting everyone, can someone help me?" She smiled with that small laugh that makes her cheeks go pink. She looked so perfect, the fire made her eyes twinkle.

"JJ would love to help you Y/N." Pope said before anyone could offer. "Yeah JJ go help our dear friend Y/N." John B said with a smug look on his face. Y/N shook off JB's weird look as I got up and followed behind her.

She was bent over in the fridge handing beers to me, not looking back. My teeth involuntarily bit my bottom lip as I stared at her ass. She was wearing shorts but she might as well be naked with the way I'm gawking at her.

I didn't notice she had stood up and turned around until a hand waved in front of my face. "Hey there, anybody home?" She giggles. Fuck that laugh was gorgeous. "oh uhm yeah sorry-" I apologized. She giggled again. "What were you so fixated on?" "Uhm- nothing..it's not really important.." I said while grabbing the beers and heading to the door. She shrugged it off as we just went outside.

When we made it back, apparently Kie played musical chairs because she was in my seat now. Leaving the two across from everyone open. We passed out the beers and I begged Kie to give me my seat back but she only smirked at me and waved me off. So everyone knows now, fuckin' great.

"Just come sit with me Jay- I don't bite." She smiled, patting the chair next to her. "What if he wants you to..." Pope muttered almost too loud. "What?" She asked, looking confused. I shook my head telling her not to worry about it and I took my seat next to her.

Everyone on the other side of the fire is having a conversation- well Pope and Kie are, Sarah and JB are sucking each other's faces off. Y/N and I just kinda sat in uncomfortable silence for a little bit before she spoke up. "Why have the guys been teasing you all day?" I was not prepared for this question so the truth just kinda came out. "Oh- uh they found out I uh like this girl and now they won't leave me alone about it." I said not looking into her eyes. "Awe I wanna know!" She said, full of excitement. I shook my head 'no' very vigorously, not uttering a word. Everyone was looking at us again. "Oh please! I love love! I won't tell her Jayj!" She smiled and grabbed my hand for reassurance but I couldn't focus. "Yeah, c'mon Jayj! She won't tell her!" John B chimed in teasingly. My cheeks were heating up as everyone, including her, looked at me. Her hand was still on mine.

"I need to take a leak." I sprung up out of my seat and announced to the others. Everyone just shrugged as I walked towards the house. I headed to the bathroom and actually did have to piss when I got there, so I guess it wasn't a full blown lie.

When I was done I washed up and calmed down. I stared in the mirror at my bright red cheeks. How did she have this effect on me?

When my emotions were finally under control I went to walk out of the bathroom, but I was met face to face with the goddess herself. "Are you okay Jayj? You've been gone a little while." She sounded so concerned and the way she calls me that nickname makes me wanna bust in my pants right here and now.

"Uhm yeah, just a little overheated from the fire." I shrug trying not to let her fluster me. She crossed her arms like she didn't believe a word I said. "You're acting really weird tonight Jayj...did I do something wrong?" The look on her face made me upset, she looked sad. "Of course not.." I rush to say. "I told you the guys have been messing with me about my crush all day, it's upsetting me.." That also wasn't a full blown lie. I was upset over the things they were saying, but only because they were saying everything in front of said crush.

"Wanna talk about it?" She whispered softly, her eyes begged. I just nodded before motioning to the guest bedroom so I could talk about it with her privately. I sat down on the bed and when she got in the room, she shut and locked the door. I was instantly hard but I knew that's not where this was going. Y/N found her spot next to me and faced her body towards me. I stayed on the edge of the bed, not looking at her but I really really wanted to.

I felt a hand creep onto my thigh. "It's okay if you don't wan-" I cut her off by turning and kissing her. Surprisingly she kissed me back. I'm not sure where this confidence came from, but I'm running with it. Neither of us stopped this kiss until she needed some air. When our lips parted, her face was laced with shock.

"I-I'm sorry- I shouldn't ha-" I started tripping over my words before she cut me off. "I liked it." She said, still filled with shock, which made me happy inside but I wasn't sure where to go from here.

We sat in silence for about a minute before she straddled me and took my lips with hers again. She laid me down, deepening the kiss as she very carefully and slowly rocked her hips on mine. She was so scared to move her hips that I almost didn't feel it against me. I moved mine more harshly against hers to show her it was okay.

After about 30 seconds of heavy petting, I was tearing her clothes off. We had switched positions now and she looked perfect. I was standing in front of her only in my shorts and boxers while she laid there naked. I couldn't help my eyes from wandering all over her body, which unfortunately made her freeze and hide her body. I moved her arms away trying to slowly soothe her. "You're gorgeous.." I smile at her. Before she could say anything I massaged her perfect tits and then got on my knees in front of her.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. She gave a shy smile before eagerly nodding to me. "I wanna hear a 'yes', Y/N." It came out more stern than intended. "Ye-yes Jayj.." She stuttered. She fucking stuttered. Knowing that I'm the man getting her flustered and ready, is fueling my confidence. I just want to please her in this moment.

Her eyes followed my motions as I peppered kisses on the insides of her thighs. I couldn't stop staring into her beautiful, sparkling eyes. They had a hold on me and wouldn't let go. As I got closer to her heat, she made it quite clear that that is where she needed me most. I lightly placed kisses up and down, reaching from her dripping wet hole to her swollen clit. A moan escaped her lips as she stared into my eyes. I couldn't keep teasing I needed her now. I gave her a few good minutes of sucking and licking while reaching to fondle her tits. I would have continued but I heard a soft voice say-

"JJ please fuck me..."

That's all I needed to hear. I pulled my shorts and boxers down and gave myself a few slow strokes. Her eyes landed on my dick and went wide. Her jaw dropped and she kept staring. "It will fit." I chuckled knowing that's what she was worried about.

My hands reached for her cheeks to pull her closer into a soft, passionate kiss. I climbed on top of her, never breaking our kiss and lined myself up with her entrance. Y/N wrapped her arms around my neck as I pushed myself into her slowly which resulted in her pulling her mouth away from mine to let out a moan. I smirked and pulled her lips back to mine as I began to thrust inside her at an easy pace.

"Fuck Jay, you feel so good..." She said under her breath. I watched as her eyes and head rolled back with her pretty little mouth wide open, making the most beautiful sounds. "Keep your eyes on me pretty girl." I said pulling her gaze back to me by her chin with my first finger.

"D-don't call me that.. I'll cum" She said with a light laugh causing me to giggle a little. I hid my face in the nape of her neck because I felt embarrassed and also flustered. The way we were able to laugh and not feel pressured felt amazing. This felt natural. I started giving her neck small kisses before I found her sweet spot, I sucked on it until it was a deep red and purple. The moans I was responsible for slipping from her mouth were music to my ears.

When my eyes met hers again, I swear they were telling me that she felt the same way I did. That little sparkle from before seemed to only grow brighter. This is the most intimate I've ever been in my life, and I'm happy it's with her.

"I'm almost there Jayj..." She whined into my ear. My hips sped up and I pushed her knees to her chest so I'm able to pound deeper into her. "Fuck please don't stop, please." Her eyes were pleading with me. "I don't plan on it baby..." I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, half due to pleasure, the other half because I can't believe I just called her baby. But she smiled. She actually smiled.

I held myself back from kissing her anymore. I don't know if she liked me back or if this was a one time thing. I'm already beating myself up for doing this before taking her out first. But like I said before...it felt right, natural even.

My thrusts started getting faster and sloppier. The orgasm creeping up on me took all control of my body. Her legs fell to my sides as my hands held her waist and I pulled her close. Our eyes danced between each other's lips and gaze before we sealed the deal. My hips didn't stop their motions, and I knew she was about to bust by the way her sounds were getting muffled by our kiss. I nodded letting her know I was ready as well.

Next thing I knew, she pulled her lips away from mine to moan my name, then I felt her cum leaking out onto my dick. She was so beautifully undone beneath me. When it was my turn to release, I was a moaning mess. My load shot into her, the sounds we were making tangled together to make the most amazing music I've ever heard.

My head found its way to her ear as my arms wrapped around her torso. As I rode out our highs, I made one of the biggest mistakes you could make when having 'casual' sex. I didn't realize it until I pulled my head back and saw her eyes.

I can't believe I said it..

"I love you so fucking much..."

[doremimosasol]

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, mention of torture, slight mentions of death (hp storyline)

word count: 2,1 k

summary: the growth of yours and Mattheo’s relationship through all 7 years

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𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

You and Mattheo didn’t start on good terms. You didn’t get along with him and you thought he was a snob from the very first impression. He thought you were a prude himself. You both ‘met’ for the first time when Draco introduced himself. He unsuccessfully tried to become friends with Harry. Mattheo just looked at you, that look that’d haunt you for years from then on.

You were friends with the Golden Trio, he hung out with the Slytherin boys — both of these friend groups obviously clashing. You both held prejudices about each other but neither of you ever tried to actually get to know each other. Stupid of both of you, because little did you two know, you could actually get along much better than you initially thought. However, this discovery would take place after some years.

1st year was the year of innocent teasing. He sent you paper swans across the classroom, making fun of whatever he came up with that day. You always wondered why he put in all the effort in making those swans, just to make fun of you. He could just full-on say it to your face. You never threw those swans away, they were too pretty. The only thing you did to the paper was put some stickers on top of the degrading words. You, on the other hand, let him trip often in the hallways. No matter how many times you did it, he always seemed to just let it happen. It was a constant weird dynamic between the two of you.

“You’re stupid, y/n.”

“Well, you’re annoying, Mattheo.”

𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

Second year was a bumpy year for every student. The sudden petrifying of students who weren’t pure of blood had the school completely shaken. Everyone was scared to walk through the hallways, always making sure to stick by anyone’s side. The rumors of the heir of Slytherin opening the Chamber of Secrets again didn’t help in your view on Mattheo. Neither did you trust Draco, Theodore, Blaise, and several other Slytherins. You knew it was wrong to judge just because they were Slytherins, but the remarks they made about half-bloods and muggle-borns were too concerning to just ignore. Your friends tried to stay away from them as much as possible, even you.

You didn’t do your usual teasing and neither did Mattheo ever get the chance to that year. You avoided him and his friend group at all costs, just for the sake of everyone’s safety. The way Draco talked about it so carelessly, made you want to punch him in the face. It was for the best to stay away before someone ended up in the hospital wing after the release of whoever’s frustrations.

It was the first time Mattheo realized, he actually quite enjoyed your ridiculous banters. He didn’t see you that much that year and it felt off. You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel a bit off for you too. You did still share each other the usual glances. The glances that neither of you knew what they actually meant.

“Are you scared of me, y/n?”

“Just stay away, Mattheo.”

𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

The comeback of Sirius Black. The school wasn’t pleasant with all the Dementors around. Harry, your best friend, lived this year with the constant threat of this so-called murderer on the loose. And so did your whole friend group. Hagrid was miserable as well because of the whole situation of Buckbeak. It all felt a bit off, like danger was closer than before.

You used the Maurader’s Map a lot that year and immediately got addicted the first time Harry showed it to you. You’d use it secretly to watch what other people were doing. Harry didn’t need to know you borrowed stole it some nights. Professor Dumbledore constantly pacing around in his room, Professor Snape patrolling the hallways every night, and… Mattheo was seen at the Astronomy Tower almost every night. You wondered your whole year what he did up there, fascinated by his choice of scenery. Could it be that he was actually interested in Astronomy or did he just use that place to achieve some kind of mischief?

That year was the first time you kind of started to tolerate each other. You often visited the Astronomy Tower at night, usually sitting there together. Both of you never said anything, just sitting in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence, it was quite comforting actually. You also learned from that day on that Mattheo was a smoker, he didn’t do it when you were around though. — Did he want to spare your lungs? — You never really spoke about these encounters to anyone else, it was just there for you two. He actually didn’t seem that bad after all. In public he still mocked you, and he even started degrading you for everyone to hear. Publicly humiliating you in front of everyone. But it was different, it was like he didn’t really mean it like he once did. He seemed to have grown… softer.

“I started smoking when I was 12. I’d rather have you not judge me, y/n.”

“I’m not judging. Just intrigued, Mattheo.”

𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

Wizarding Tournament. It was a bumpy year for your friend group, Harry’s name getting drawn from the Goblet didn’t do any good. Ron acted distantly, Harry was totally out of it, and Hermione was still her usual studious self. The thing that changed for you was that a guy showed interest in you for the very first time. It was one of the guys from Durmstrang, he was really tall… but he was a bit older. He asked you out for the Yule Ball, and of course, you said yes. Little did you know that Mattheo had actually been planning to ask you out for weeks now. It was the first time Mattheo felt something off in his heart and he didn’t like it. It hurt and he couldn’t believe it: he was jealous. Weird.

He didn’t speak a lot to you that year, trying to suppress those weird emotions he felt around you. While the jealousy hurt, the other thing he felt was much more unbearable. He didn’t know what it was… He felt disappointed in himself because he didn’t have the courage to ask you out sooner. The guy who asked you out, on the other hand, got a lot of daggers thrown at him. Daggers coming from Mattheo’s eyes almost daily when they crossed paths.

The year ended with Harry announcing the return of Voldemort. No one believed it. But to Mattheo, this could only mean one thing, the return of his malicious father. He was scared, to say the least. That summer he’d see his father again after years, leaving the safe mansion of the Malfoys.

“You should stay away from him. He’s bad news, y/n.”

“You’re not my boyfriend, Mattheo.”

𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

He had changed. His eyes had never looked this lifeless before. He started to wear more covering clothes, trying to hide the traces of his father’s horrible personality. He was quiet and was just utterly miserable. Not only was Mattheo miserable… So was Harry with his constant nightmares, and Hermione with the realisation of her feelings towards Ron. Ron, on the other hand, acted like an absolute headless chicken, always munching on Lavender’s face.

Mattheo didn’t notice a lot of difference in the treatment towards him, no one believed his father returned. People were wary of him at all times but that didn’t increase that year. Everyone thought it was a lie and that was because he was so good at covering up what happened to him that summer. You met up with him at the Astronomy Tower a lot that year. You wanted him to talk about it but he brushed it off every single time.

The end of the school year wasn’t what you expected. Fighting off Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic wasn’t the way you wanted to end the year. Harry lost his godfather and Voldemort returned now for the world to finally see. A year of desperately trying to get it across that the Dark Lord returned… A year after his return, he finally ended up in the newspaper. This meant a lot of interrogations about his father’s intentions to Mattheo, getting him close to a breakdown.

“I don’t want to talk about it, y/n.”

“You’ll just burst one day, Mattheo.”

𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

6th year felt off. Everyone was scared and so were you. Though you didn’t know what you were more scared of or better; scared for. Voldemort or his son who was barely hanging on. There was not one night that passed without you two meeting up at the Astronomy Tower. It was the first time he actually opened up, telling him about his childhood and the past two summers. He also asked you a lot about your own childhood. You got to know each other on such a deeper level. It even started to hurt you when you saw his eyebags darken each night and how the scars from the summer didn’t fade. Your compassion had gotten even stronger when you accidentally saw the dark snake inked into his left wrist. You didn’t say a word about it, leaving it to be unspoken about.

Your friends warned you about him every day but you didn’t listen, you didn’t care about their opinions. They hated that you wouldn’t listen to them, calling you stubborn and reckless. Mattheo got bullied a lot that year and you wanted to be there for him. You actually wanted to be a good friend to him, leaving your history of teasing behind. Because behind that strong facade, he was also just a boy who needed someone to finally just listen to him.

The year ended with the murder of Professor Dumbledore. The Death Eaters broke into the school with the help of Draco and completely destroyed the school grounds. Mattheo left with them without saying goodbye…

“You can’t tell this to anyone, y/n.”

“I promise, Mattheo.”

𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

You were tired of the constant running, hiding,… The four of you spent weeks and didn’t even find one Horcrux. And even the one you had wasn’t able to be destroyed, actually, it destroyed each one of you more as the days passed. Everyone started to lose hope and all four of you were wretched.

However, there was one silver lining for you. You received several letters during those months, all signed with “MR”. You knew it was him. He left traces at every spot you passed. Flowers, letters, and even a necklace. The necklace carried a small snake, a heirloom of him. He wanted to give it to you, writing it’d protect you from all evil. And it actually would because little did you know, he actually bewitched it. There was this one night when your paths crossed. Looking into each other’s eyes and only saying a few words. But those words were more than enough for the two of you.

“I’ll keep you safe at all costs, y/n.”

“Be careful, Mattheo.”

He manipulated the Death Eaters into believing all four of you couldn’t be found. He misled them by saying he already checked certain places, those certain places you were hiding at during those times. He tried his best to make them stay away from you and to keep you safe.

It was at Malfoy Manor, when he saw you and the other three enter, that his heart dropped. You were found. And he couldn’t do anything about it. He had to withstand your screams of torture and the tears flowing down your face. It was only when you finally were able to leave that his heart got to rest. He wished he wouldn’t see you again, because seeing you again would mean they captured you for the second time. And that second would probably be the last.

During the whole fight-off at Hogwarts, he didn’t see you once. He was completely sure that you were killed and so were you of him. It was when you finally shared eye contact after the destruction of his father that both of your hearts started beating again. He missed you and you missed him. Finally in each other’s embrace. Finally sharing that kiss that both of you should’ve given each other years ago.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Mattheo.”

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[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut and angst- not sure what else yet! Some love bombing but we love a needy Trent

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - ‘You’re Mine’

The group had finally made their way out of the penthouse, slightly more drunk than when they walked in.

“Should I get the Uber?” Someone asked in the lift.

“To… Tao? That’s embarrassing. Don’t do that. It’ll take us longer in a car than to walk.” You were strong in your words. No one including Trent had heard you deliver your words with such certainty and definitely not with a flare of aggression.

“Alright New York, relax we’ll walk” one of the boys quipped.

“Clever” you spit back grinning. Trent took your hand now going through the lobby. He was happy to have you still with him and he liked how comfortable you had gotten with the group. Ever in charge, you watched Tyler pull up maps on his phone to be sure you were headed in the right direction but you reached over and clicked his phone off.

“It’s on this street.. come on now” you rolled your eyes teasing. Tyler was amused as you and he had quickly developed a bit of banter after he teased you earlier. Trent watched you walk slightly in front of him dragging his hand behind you. He was stopping himself from drooling at your newly debuted confidence.

Tyler handled the group's arrival at the club. To be honest, as annoying as it probably was to everyone else, you were completely enraptured in whatever Trent was talking about to know what else was going on. Your hands scratched at his bare back under his shirt as he spoke to his friends. You wanted more of him. You were getting to the point of distress from his teasing. He placed slow soft kisses on your neck and they felt like catnip. You could feel your pussy tighten at the thought of him.

You all were let into the club, no IDs checked or anything. You had had tables at clubs before but you weren’t a big fan of the whole experience although you went anyway but this… this wasn't so bad.

It was weird to watch people point or take photos of Trent. He was in New York lending him some anonymity but it wasn’t enough. Once people got wind that ‘someone’ in our section was a big deal, people flocked. Trent didn’t pay any attention to it. You felt a million eyes on you but he didn’t seem to bat an eye. He was never rude if someone had caught him and asked for a picture but he was more reserved in this environment; sat far back in the area whispering only to you. He didn’t really look away from you either. His hands stoking the inside of your thigh. It was driving you crazy. You had to get up. It was starting to push you to the edge.

“Okay?” Trent pulled at your arm as you went to grab a drink from the table to distance yourself.

“I’m getting a little…” you paused not sure how much you should disclose or if he was even interested to know.

“Come on, give me a little something” he pushed. You said fuck it but still couldn’t make eye contact with him embarrassed as you whispered to him.

“Honestly” you sighed in frustration and desperation “really horny Trent” he blinked in surprise. His hand on your leg was torture, seeing the fingers of his hand so close, but so far away. You were not happy with the thought of rubbing your own pussy, you needed Trent, not just anyone, Trent, to eat you out, stretch you out, and play with your tits. You wanted him. You pulled the drink you had just grabbed to your lips trying to pretend you didn’t just admit that to him.

“You wanna go?” He meant it but you couldn’t do that to him and definitely not in front of his friends you didn’t know. You shook your head ‘no’ and Trent leaned in with a questioning hum to see if you were sure.

“No, no. I’m all good but just so you know” you smiled, pressing a kiss into his neck.

“It’s definitely noted,” he smiled at you. He pulled you into him as he stood behind you. You two were inseparable. You wanted his commentary constantly being fed into your ear. You wanted his hands to never leave you. You had drank more than you probably should by this point but kind of lost track because you were ‘keeping up’ with the boys forgetting you weighed half what they did and hadn’t drank like this in a while.

“You’re so beautiful baby” Trent cooed in your ear

“Do you actually mean that?” You looked back directly in his eyes.

“Yeah, wouldn’t just throw it out for the hell of it” you looked back at him unsatisfied wanting to really ask him about his apparent changed stance on pda with you.

“Baby, give me a kiss please” he begged with pooling puppy dog eyes. It was the first time he pulled them out of his arsenal against you. You’d seen pictures of his eyes but up close in person it felt devious. He knew. He knew he could get away with so much and so so so much particularly with you. You caved in seconds.

You were soon moaning his name into his mouth as you kissed him pulling away biting and dragging his bottom lip with you. You held it and he grabbed onto your ass a little firmer. You leaned into him, pressing your body up to his. He could feel your nipples hard through your thin top against him. He managed to sneak his hand down towards your core. He brushed over your pussy covered by your shorts and a thong you were dying for him to rip off you. It was unfair but particularly so given your recent admission.

“You’re being mean” you said to him in a unamused tone. He shrugged slyly. The night kept going and you kept drinking until Trent gave you a water

“You look thirsty baby” opening a bottle and handing it to you.

“I am for you” you winced at the line but it came out quick. You were drunkenly reaching into the waistband of his trousers trying to get him on your page. He blew air out of his mouth to compose himself trying to ignore the advances. One of Trent’s friends winked at him and shook his head amused at the obviousness of your actions toward Trent. Getting more and more impatient, you moved to be directly in front but turned to face away from him. You grinded your hips back into him, your ass pushing against his cock. You leaned your back against his chest and tilted your head all the way back. He knew you were gonna say something so he leaned his head down.

“Can you fuck me tonight…please?” it was dripping with desperation but there was something endearing about your tone, the way your lips pouted at him, the look in your eyes almost tearful. You were starting to feel like maybe he was done and you weren’t going to get any. Trent wanted to do anything to stop the look coming over you, the feelings of worry crashing over you. He could tell you genuinely started to be hurt by the wait.

“Get your things now baby” he couldn’t say no to you. He wasn’t going to say no to you ever. Trent clocked a look at Tyler, pointing at you, back to himself, then the door. Tyler nodded in understanding. You walked past a few of the boys to get your purse. You didn’t really want to say bye as it was a little blatant what was happening.

Suddenly Tyler grabbed your arm making you jump. He leaned into you so you could hear him amongst the loud music.

“Hey, you’re all good to go with him right? Like you want to? You’re fine?” He looked at you seriously like a parent would but the topic was far from a conversation you’d have with one. Your face pulling into a grin.

“Yeah, no seriously I want to go…I’m good” you couldn’t believe he cared enough to have stopped the whole train should something have been wrong. To be real it was probably more for the protection of Trent. Tyler ran a lot of stuff in his camp and definitely didn’t want to have to handle some sort of sex scandal abroad but he also gave you a squint that felt like he wanted you to be okay too. “Thank you really.”

“Yeah, all good. See you… uh later” he struggled to find the right words to wrap this up given it was a little awkward knowing exactly what you were leaving for.

You slipped back through people lacing your fingers with Trent’s as a security guard walked in front of him and you both out onto the street.

“Thanks mate” Trent nodded at the man once you were clear. Despite your drunk state, it wasn’t lost on you how crazy his life was in public and yet he was able to manage a sneaky date with you earlier. You pieced together that his image online was completely woven by him. It was him, it wasn’t a lie but he withheld so much and you needed to know all of it.

You were back in the lift of his hotel fast, his hands all over you. Yours grabbed at his face as you messily made out. You were praying he was going to give you what you wanted. You were lost in your growing feelings for him momentarily, you actually could just cuddle him and settle knowing no one else was in his bed tonight but were thrusted back into your desires when his hand grabbed onto you a little tighter. You were still adamant to get exactly what you had wanted.

The lift door slid open and he gestured for you to step out first. You giggled now your drunken state had lulled into a fun buzz. He seemed completely fine but you also credited that to being his personality. Just cool personified.

“After you baby” he said, opening the door to his room. You walked up to him but didn’t go through, you just latched onto him there in the framework. He laughed at your eagerness.

“Come on, I want you in here” you hummed at his words in excitement as he took his sneakers off. You didn’t wait for him. You needed to start this now. You walked towards the bathroom leaving the door open then Trent heard the shower turn on. He was intrigued by the move and definitely not complaining if he was going to be included. He walked into the bathroom. The tile cold beneath him. You were stood bent, leaning over onto the marble counter. Your back arched, your weight on your elbows wearing your white shirt and now just a lace black thong that was impossibly small. He came up next to you groaning at the picture in front of him. Sure, your outfit tonight left little to the imagination but he wanted you completely naked just for him. He reached and pulled on the band of your thong, snapping it back on your waist. There was something aggressive about his action that made you even weaker for him. You turned towards him and looked at him begging with your eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head and your mouth watered seeing him. He got closer to you.

“Need something?” you paused breath hitching at his physique and words.

“Do you?” You wanted to get him to say he wanted you. The yeah rolled off his tongue and onto yours as you started kissing again. He pushed you to step back. Pressing you against the wall. You maneuvered your hands to the hem of your own top pulling it over your head, your boobs bouncing out. You were close to how he wanted to see you. You pulled at the band of his trousers. He obliged happily.

“I don’t want to interrupt your shower” he was starting to bother you a little with his game so you pushed your hand against his chest. He was taken aback by the abruptness.

“Trent… please. Oh my god, please I can’t anymore. I need you” you begged. If things were different you would’ve been absolutely mortified at your words.

“I’m going to take care of you baby. I want you so bad” your jaw slacked a little at his confession.

“I genuinely thought you maybe weren’t interested. I didn’t know what you wanted anymore.” Trent laughed pushing back into your body. He reached around you into the shower and turned the water off. You looked at him quizzically.

“Not now. Later” he said with sincerity. He wasnt going to fuck you for the first time fast and hard in the shower. He cared too much “I want to take my time on you. Fuck. I need you now y/n.” He pulled you up to him. His warm hands had now fully grabbed your hips, pulling you to wrap your legs around his waist, his hands moved to cup your ass and pull you flush against his body. You could feel his crotch pressing against yours and when you felt how hard he was, you blushed.

He placed you down on the bed and looked at you laying like an angel. There was something so pure and precious about you but he knew, he could just feel if you were comfortable enough you’d be dirty for him.

“Can I take these off?” He didn’t falter. You nodded, lifting your hips easily. Trent painstakingly dragged the material down your legs and off of your body. He then moved slowly back up and over you. You whimpered as you felt his lips come around your nipples. He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth. The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, y/n” he whispered and the honesty in the tone of his voice had you blushing even more.

“You don’t have to do that” you looked at him almost annoyed.

“Do what?” he questioned back.

“Lie” there you said it. “I’m still going to have sex with you” he pulled back after hearing your words.

“That’s not what…Baby I’m not lying.. why would I even.” He stopped and just stared looking confused.

“Is this like a game to you? Your thoughts drunkenly started to spill “Like can you tell I’m a bit broken so you’re getting off on making me act like a fool?” your words stung. He felt so vulnerable in front of you now. Where did this come from? Seconds ago you were begging for him and now you were suddenly upset he called you beautiful, accusing him of playing a game. Trent's eyes narrowed.

He needed to stop this because of a number of things 1. He promised he’d take care of you, he wanted your pussy. 2. You were his in his mind now and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you speak like this 3. It broke his heart a little bit that his genuine feelings didn’t seem to be enough for you. It was a wish wash of emotions he didn’t really want to process but for whatever reason you provoked it out of him. He wanted to be honest with you.

“Y/N” he looked at you grabbing your attention. “I want to be yours, I want you to be mine. You are mine. I am going to take care of you. There’s something about you that’s magnetic. I need to be near you. This isn’t a joke or some sort of mean spirited ploy for sex. I really like you. I’m never like this. I’ve never called someone baby in my life. You just are, I don't know… I never even wanted to look at girls in the eye if we were messing around. I felt too guilty knowing I didn’t feel anything. Yet there you are fully clothed in the middle of the street and I can’t look away. I was ready to get on my knees and beg. I don’t know what the fuck you do or did to me but please. I want to be with you right now. You’re not broken, you are not a fool. I’m trying here. Honestly I’m being truthful. I think you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m embarrassingly obsessed… that’s being a fool. Let me like you, let me… let me make you cum” he said this as he looked back down at your naked body below him getting distracted.

“God, please” he moaned. This wasn’t even directed at you, he just wanted some higher power to let him have you. You didn’t smile at him. Tears fell over your waterline. Your heart broke at the rant. He looked panicked. He looked distraught over how he felt. You wiped at your face before he took over slowly catching any tears.

“I didn’t really anticipate making you cry in bed. Not this way at least” you slapped at him gently, a smile starting to form. “Please” he softly begged you. You nodded wholeheartedly.

Trent kissed over your whole body. Slow, dedicated, but also almost harsh. What he left behind were the signs of him, red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body and you would’ve let him. That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body. He could’ve been an ass after your comments and you still would’ve let him embarrassingly but he was never mean to you.

He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth. Your pussy pulsing, focused on Trent’s fingers that were now tracing the inside of your thighs, threatening to come up to where you needed him most. He moved back. He tried to linger but he caved quickly at the sight of your pussy. His name fell from your lips in a hoarse moan the moment you felt his fingers running through your wet folds. With his fingers between your legs now, you were practically dripping for him.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby “ Trent groaned. “All for me? Hm?” Trent wanted to focus on you but groaned a little more as his fingers felt your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it. Trent gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand away to bring his fingers to his mouth. “Fuck baby, I need you now. You taste so fucking good for me”

He stared at you pressing his nose to your cheek before moving his lips to yours. The kiss was hot and heavy, his tongue immediately invading your mouth and toying with yours. He slipped his hand back down your body returning to your pussy. His fingers worked away between your legs. With his middle finger, he continued to stroke through your folds, making the base of your spine tingle, but when his thumb started to draw precise circles on your clit, your body shook slightly as a deep moan got lost in his mouth

“Baby. that’s…fuck..that’s so good.” Your eyes were tearing back up. His dick twitched at your breathy moans and whimpers and whilst at this point, he couldn’t wait to feel more of you but desperately wanted to feel you falling apart on his fingers first.

“You close baby? Hm?” When he dipped another finger into your wet heat, he pulled another deep moan from you and in an attempt to push you closer to the edge, he curled his fingers even further against that one spot and pressed his thumb into your clit harder.

“Gonna be my good girl again? Cum on my fingers” Trent was taking mental notes for the night ahead of you. He didn’t miss the way your walls squeezed around his fingers that little bit more when he called you his good girl.

“Please keep going, Trent I’m so close, I’m-fuck.” With a few more curses and his name continuously falling from your lips, you came around his fingers. White hot liquid shooting through your veins, your body shuddered before you eventually collapsed back into the bed. He gradually slowed the movements of his fingers until he pulled them out completely. You sighed at the relief of your orgasm but also at the loss of contact. You pulled at Trent’s arms to kiss you only for him to shudder when your hand wrapped around his painfully hard dick. Watching you cum had made him even harder and he couldn’t wait to have you and watch you fall apart on his cock.

He rolled you over to be on top of him. You straddled his waist, seating your wet core on his thigh first. He groaned at the feeling. The feeling was overwhelming, Trent shut his eyes and rocked up against you, delirious with the friction.

“Condom?” He asked a little late, trying not to choke on his breath with the head of his cock so close to the entrance of your pussy. You shook your head no. He was surprised and he didn’t want to push back. With one hand on his shoulder, you pushed yourself up onto your knees and lined his dick up with your entrance, sinking down slowly.

His size stretched you deliciously and the slight burning only added to the pleasure running through your veins. He was so big, you could feel him in your stomach once you were fully seated and you actually needed a moment to adjust.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”, Trent moaned as he dropped his forehead to your chest, trying to avoid cumming on the spot “Squeezing me so tightly, baby. Feels so good.” You slowly began to roll your hips at a slow pace.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. Taking me so well. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, baby.” you whimpered, squeezing tightly around his cock at the same time. Your high was approaching pathetically quickly because he seemed to know how to hit all of your right spots. “Fuck, you’re so good.”

It wasn’t long until you were nearly there, and the moment Trent attached his thumb to your clit again and rubbed it in quick circles, you fell apart on top of him, curse words and his name falling from your lips repeatedly.

You were still whining a little while Trent laughed a little, happy he held up his side of the bargain resting his forehead against yours.

“I know baby, I know. I know exactly what you need. I told you I was going to take care of you. Take care of whatever you need wherever you are; in bed and outside of it. I know how to baby. I promise I’ll give you everything but I need to hear you say you’re mine. Need to hear you tell me what I want to hear beautiful.”

You could only manage another whine, too focused on the slow drag of his cock, you could feel every hard vein and ridge of it slowly fucking into you. Trent shook his head at your broken noises.

“I know it feels good, baby, but you can do it. Use your words.”

“I’m yours.” It came out as a whisper at first, too overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock, the friction of his solid stomach against your clit as he grinded against you slowly.

“You’re mine?” He repeated, not even trying to hide the bit of smugness in his voice. “Yeah, You’re mine? Look at me baby.” Your eyes locked onto his, and he held your gaze “Are you mine?” Trent punctuated his question with a particularly hard thrust. You nodded again.

“Yeah, Trent.” You managed to mutter out when he started to fuck you again. His pace was relentless, his hips unforgiving as he moved, driving his cock in and out of you, consistently hitting a spot so deep inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my- fuck.” he cursed. His fingers dug into your skin and his head fell back, as he pushed his hips up one last time before he spilled into your tight heat. Trent rolled his eyes at the way you gently moved your hips against his to help him ride out his high.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” You didn’t want him to pull out yet. you gripped your fingers on his hair and massaged his scalp, causing Trent to hum in contentment, whilst his hands caressed your back in soothing motions.

Tyler would murder Trent if he told him what just happened. On paper it sounded horrible but Trent couldn’t have been happier than he was right now with you safe in his arms. He closed his eyes imagining the reaction. ‘So she tried to get you to fuck her, then you made her cry, and the came inside of this girl he’d now known for 10 hours unprotected.’ It wasn’t great but he couldn’t stop seeing it as a positive but given the list he needed to make sure you were okay.

“Baby” he whispered to you. He pulled his hand from your back and stoked it through your hair. You moaned a little at the contact. “Okay” he smiled at your state “Happy though? He needed to know. You picked your head off his chest slightly only to kiss back down.

“Very” you muffled into his skin. He was relieved your head hadn’t gone where his went. He kept his hands on your naked body. He looked at you closer thinking about what just happened and he needed more of you.

“Baby” he cooed again. You were more awake now. You slide your hand up and down his chest in response. You felt him twitch a little beneath you. You peeled yourself up his body, lazily and messily making out with him. He held you firmly but gently before pulling away

“You’re mine now” he said, you smiled and looked up at him.

“Any particular reason you’re so set on this?” He was interested that you were interested.

“I told you, I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. I don’t want to freak you out but I’m kind of freaking out a little. I don’t know what you do to me. I've never felt more attached or protective over someone, let alone someone I just met.” He couldn’t look at you. He knew he sounded insane.

“I mean you’re absolutely nuts but I’m not mad about it” he smiled a little at your response as you continued talking “I don’t understand why but I also get it. I feel different about this.. us” you questioned and paused. “I don’t even know if that’s even a thing, us, but when we’re next to each other it feels right and I feel safer than I’ve ever felt. I guess I’m beating around the bush that yeah, in some weird backwards way I’m yours T.” You created the initial nickname on the spot and it warmed his heart a little more before he spoke.

“It’s a thing… us” His hands snaking up your back kissing into your neck his teeth grazing and pulling at your most sensitive spot. He got worked up quickly. “You still wet for me?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “You know I could watch you ride me all day, but I'd really want to see you on all fours baby."

Trent tapped at your ass to get your attention, but you didn't open your eyes. He playfully slapped you this time, but you ignored it once more by hugging his shoulders and rolling in his lap. On the third slap, you couldn't compress a moan and a naughty grin that Trent hyper fixated on.

"Are you enjoying this?" You just looked at him confirming what he said without saying a word. His mind was racing at what he was learning about you. You two rustled around in the sheets making out some more. There was no resistance when his bulging cock brushed against the lips of your wet pussy. He moved from under you leaving you on your stomach. He pulled you up to be on your knees. He was eager to touch you. He couldn’t wait. Your body was overcome with the white-hot pleasure of Trents thick cock squeezing into you, squeezing your eyes back shut. Your back was broken in an arch, your mouth opened in a silent cry, and your fingers entangled in the sheets beneath you.

“That’s it baby, that’s a good girl.” He praised thumbs caressing your cheeks as he slowly pulled his hips back, then pushed in again. His abdomen dragged against your clit, and your eyes squeezed shut again.

He shouldn’t tell you but Trent was loving having you like this. Against his better judgment he spoke. “I love it when you cum for me” he said against your back moving his hips so he could fuck you with slow strokes. Trent gripped your ass so he could thrust faster and deeper, enjoying your muffled moans.

"Oh fuck.. Trent..baby." His finger continued circling your clit and you came hard for a second time. You felt your arms weaken, the shiver running up your spine as the sensation took over your body once again. Trent wasn’t far behind his orgasm hitting him and he groaned out loud. His cock pulsed, his come spilling inside of you in thick ropes, he could barely breathe as your pussy squeezed around him more. You both laid completely fucked out.

“Can I say something crazy?” he barely made a sound as he tried talking.

“Because you haven’t yet tonight?” You snapped quickly cuddling your head into him to know your tone was simply a joke. You wanted to hear what he had to say.

“That’s the best sex I’ve ever had…” you picked your head up.

“Come on, don’t say that to me”

“I was trying not to but…” He groaned a little, you felt the rumble in his chest. “I thought it the first time but saying that felt like a lot and then this… it somehow got better. I’m not even joking”

“You need to … I don’t know” you laughed and shook your head. He pushed a sweaty piece of hair on your forehead behind your ear looking at you.

“I need more of you, now, that’s what I need, that’s what I want” you couldn’t believe the way Trent Alexander Arnold had unraveled in front of you. You were in disbelief but you couldn’t look away. He was gorgeous, flushed, chest rising and falling. His hand stoking you. You felt like he really cared but his words of affirmation made you nervous. No one had ever spoke to you like this. Was he serious? You couldn’t know but the sweeping thought that’d he’d be off back to his regular busy life in England felt like someone had punched you in the stomach. You couldn’t let him see your heart break. You felt like he was already bandaging you up; you couldn’t break down more.

“I think we should probably shower, shouldn’t we?” He suggested to you, you nodded softly in agreement. He carefully pulled out of you, but when you moved to sit up, he gently pushed you back down, eyes glued to your pussy, where his load slowly leaked out. Trent took two fingers, gathering and pushing it back into you. Your back arched in response, a small hiss pushed through your clenched teeth.

As soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew it was game over for you all over again. Trent helped himself to have full access to you by opening your folds again with his thumbs. He positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy. He sucked on your bud and parted your folds with his tongue, the tip frantically teasing your skin down there. It was so fast you almost missed the white wave of pleasure wash over you again. He smiled beneath you, his face slick and shiny with you.

“Alright, let’s shower.” He moved off you and the bed. His arms out to hold you and take you carefully into the bathroom.

“Baby, you’re absolutely perfect, You know that? You know you’re perfect?” he murmured into you. He let his kisses trail all over you happily. You didn’t necessarily believe him but it wasn’t a bad thing to hear from him.

The shower steam filled the bathroom. You lazily clung to him rubbing your hands with soap over his body. He liked your hands on him. There was a physical and emotional feeling of warmth with him. He just wanted to wrap around you keep you with him all the time. He was completely consumed by the thought. You watched him stare blankly. You smiled at his face and traced your finger down his sharp jawline. You were both in a haze so close together. You got through the shower slowly and not without some suggestive touches but you reached around Trent and turned the water off eventually. He didn’t move yet, he just held you close against his chest. The water continued dripping down your bodies. You couldn’t be but you wanted to be closer somehow to him.

You got out of the shower anyway and he wrapped a towel around you draping his arms over you as he stood behind you. He stared at you two in the fogged mirror blissfully.

“You’re so gorgeous” You said tilting your head up at him and scratching at his beard

“Mmmhmm, I know” he said smugly, smiling at you. You rolled your eyes at his remark. He turned you around and sat you on the counter in front of him. He stood between your legs and you slid your hands over and around his waist. He brushed his knuckles over your face. Neither of you said a word just stood in silence ogling at one another. He picked you up and brought you back to the bed. He pulled you onto his chest and tucked the comforter of the big bed over you two. He kissed the top of your head.

“Sure you don’t want me to head home?” He just laughed at your question and held you closer. It was so warm and so comfortable you weren’t exactly itching to get out of there. Your nails dragged over his chest as you continually pressed kisses into his collar bone. Trent’s body calmed and his breathing slowed. You looked up to see his eyes closed. You got up off of him swiftly.

“Aye.. nah what..” he cried out as you were no longer on top of him. You hit the bedroom lights before he could finish his sentence. You smiled at him reassuring you weren't trying to leave crawling across the bed back to him.

“Gimme one more kiss beautiful” he begged, you pulled yourself up wrapping around his neck placing a heavy but soft kiss on his plump lips. You slipped back down to lay your head on his chest again. You could feel him begin to doze off.

“It okay if we sleep a little? I’m sorry baby” he mulled.

“Sorry for sleeping?” You poked fun at him. “I’m okay, really T” you cooed. He didn’t respond, he just held you and drifted off happy to have your body on his. Then you closed your eyes. You were exhausted but the idea that the man under you was Trent, mixed with tequila and multiple orgasms your head began to hurt. You bayed in and out of sleep before you peeled your head off his chest. Holding yourself up on your arms above him you just gawked at his physique. You brushed your finger over his high prominent cheek bone. You didn’t want to wake him but you couldn’t resist touching him either. You sighed that this was all coming to a close in your mind. No matter what he said it wasn’t realistic and you had to prepare yourself for the morning. You wanted to lay back down on top of him but you couldn’t let yourself. You rolled over to his side instead just keeping him close in proximity. He shuffled at the loss of weight atop him. He reached around the bed for you pulling you back into his chest. He wasn’t going to make this easy for you.

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02: Don't Blame Me

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

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Warnings: just lando being in love

a/n: Hello my loves! I hope everyone had a nice Christmas!! Just to say it: I'm reading ACOTAR and I swear I'm in love :) so yeah, I obviously had to add something about it. And yes, they place they will be staying looks kinda like Velaris!

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Sitting on an airplane, no matter if it's a commercial fight or in a private jet, with a couple, will always be tedious. 

And sitting in front of Harry and Eloise during the flight is like injecting a dose of self torture. Watching how he holds her, wrapping his arm around her is just a little tease of what I will be witnessing this whole week, watching how.he kisses her and how they cuddle because of the cold weather.

“Lando said he will go to the airport to pick us up” Harry said, making me nod and sigh. 

“That's so nice for him!” Eloise smiled. “Isn't it, Violet?”

“Mhm” I hummed, looking out the window.

It's not the first time something like this has happened. It feels like Eloise is trying to set me up with him, to make me look that he's a gentleman and someone I could be with. 

Maybe she knows that I like Harry? 

I focus back on my book, the one of many that came anonymously to my door. I just don't know who is the one that sends it, but it feels like that person knows me so well because it's the one I wanted.

“Oh? When did you get that book?” Eloise asked surprised when she saw it. “It was the secret admirer?”

“Secret admirer?” Harry asked, confused. “What?”

“Yeah! Every two weeks she receives a package with a book on it” Eloise explained. “She even receives her favorite book with different editions and languages”

“Oh, really?” Harry frowned, looking at me.

“You saw it” I said. 

“But I thought it was a collection you made by yourself, not because a creepy stalker is sending them to you” he frowned, looking away. “So stupid, and the fact that you welcome those gifs make it worse”

I frown looking at him. Stupid? 

“Well, I think it's cute” Eloise argued, making Harry scoff. “It's for sure someone that pays attention to her and wants to make her happy”

Something I don't like about Harry is how little attention he paid to me since he started dating Eloise. We were friends before he started dating her, we respect each other and never hide things. But somehow, he changed. He changed the way he talked to me, it only took him a few months to change his behavior. 

The moment the plane landed I got up first, grabbing my bag and the coat. I heard Harry sigh heavily, getting up and walking behind me.

I saw the flight attendants taking our suitcases out of the hold and I walked towards my suitcase, going towards the car I recognized as Lando's.

“Hey- oh” Landon said, getting out of the car but I immediately got inside of it after putting my suitcase in the trunk. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing” I sighed. “Just Harry being an idiot”

“The usual, then” he nodded, making me sigh. “That’s nothing new, I guess”

I sighed, looking back at the book in my hands, thinking that Harry would be right, maybe. Maybe it is something creepy, having someone that keeps sending me books and gifts, someone that knows my address. Should I be concerned? One thing is having a secret admirer at school that leaves little love notes on your backpack, and another thing is having someone that sends you books to your apartment’s front door.

“Nice book” I heard Lando say, looking at the book on my lap.

“O-oh, thanks… it's new” I nodded. 

He smiled and nodded, looking back at Harry and Eloise sitting on the backseats, and he started to drive.

“The house is really nice. Max, Pietra and I arrived this morning” Lando started to say. “It has really nice views”

“Where are Pietra and Max now, by the way?” Harry asked, frowning.

“Buying groceries and going to the ski shop to rent our equipment for the week” Lando answered. “I made them a list so if you want to add things…”

He gave us his phone with Max's chat open, messages of what he has to buy were written on it. I looked at the list, but what really got my attention were three things.

-Coffee (the mocha one)

-Ginger cookies

-Marshmallow bears

Those are things I like. How did he know that? Maybe it was Eloise who told him.

“Is there anything you need?” he asked me.

“No, no. It's alright” I nodded, passing the phone to Eloise.

I looked back at the book, frowning. This was exactly the book I wanted, one I have been talking about for a while with Eloise. Maybe she is the one that gifted it to me? And the other books? But why didn't she say anything? Why send them anonymously?

I looked back at her, how her hand was held by Harry's while looking at the groceries, resting her head on his shoulder.

God, I wish that was me. I wish he paid me as much attention as he pays to her. I wish I never introduced her to him.

I wish… 

The way to the house Lando rented was beautiful, showing an amazing snowy landscape with trees and the roofs of the houses covered with a white blanket. The chimneys of the houses were working, making sure to keep the house warm. And not far away, a mountain. It was a perfect picture, just how I imagined that city in the book I was reading.

“Wait until you see the views of your room” I heard Lando say. 

I looked at him and smiled nodding, looking back at the road and humming softly the song the radio was playing.

Every time she smiles my heart jumps. That’s what being in love feels like, I guess.

Arriving at the rented house I hear Eloise and Violet gasp, making Harry and me laugh. It wasn’t too big, but spacious. The porch of the house had a table with a few chairs, somewhere where you can sit and have a hot drink while looking at the ski zone next to the house. It has been snowing since this morning, so now the roof was covered in snow, but that didn’t mean that the interior of the house wasn’t warm.

“It’s a nice one, Lando” I heard Violet say behind me after she grabbed her suitcase from the back of the car. “This time you’ve outdone yourself”

“I’ll take that as a compliment” I laughed softly, watching her walk away carefully, trying to fall because of the snow. “I'll go pick up Max and Pietra, just get comfortable in the house”

Only a few minutes later I saw Violet walking out of the house, with her hands making tight fists and her jaw clenched.

“I'm going with you” she said, making me frown. “Don't give me that look! You and I both know what those two will do once they get inside their room”

“Oh, yeah” I nodded, laughing softly. 

I drove away, with her sitting on the passenger seat next to me. I heard her hum softly the music, watching outside the window.

Something I like about her is how simple she is, the way she can be happy with little and simple things. How something like snow falling can change her mood in a matter of seconds, or how a song she likes that is playing on the radio makes her sing under her breath.

Violet Sinclair is someone you definitely fall in love with the first time you see her, it's impossible to not love her. Everytime she walks in a room all eyes go to her, at least mine. The way her perfume hypnotizes me when she walks by or when she's close to me is something I never knew I could experience in my life. 

How can Harry be so cruel with her? How can he not love her? Why would he prefer Eloise before Violet? Why can't she see the way he is with her? Why can't she see that I love her?

Everytime I have her close to me it is like having a little taste of heaven.

“Did you see your room?” I asked, breaking the silence that fell between us.

“Yeah” she nodded. “You were right, the view from my room is perfect”

“I'm glad you like it” I smile. “I left that room for you, mine is actually at the other way of the house”

“Why? You came first, you had every right to pick the room you want”

“Because I know how much you love winter and snow” I said looking at her, and in that moment I saw her blush. “And I know how similar is this place with the one of your books”

I know her like the palm of my hand. And it might sound stupid, or delusional, or even creepy, but this week I want to show her how much I love her. 

I want to make her forget Harry.

When we arrived to the market where I left Pietra and Max I parked the car so I could help them to get all the things on the back of the car, making Violet wait inside the car.

“What did you do to make her come with you?” Max asked, surprised.

“Nothing, actually” I sighed. “I think it was Harry himself”

“God, that idiot…”

Everyone sees the way he treats Violet. Well, everyone except Eloise and Violet. And it just makes me feel worse, because it looks like she is under a spell that blinds her and doesn't make her see how he really is.

“I wonder at which moment he started to be an asshole with her” Pietra sighed. “She doesn't deserve to be treated like that”

“No, not at all…” I sighed.

When we went back to the house all of us walked with the bags in our hands inside of it. Harry and Eloise were out of sight, but the noises upstairs gave us an idea of what they were doing.

“How can they be so disgusting?” Max groaned, taking the things out of the bags and putting them on the cabinets.

“Let them be…” Violet sighed.

Why does she keep defending him? Why does she have to be in love with him and not with me?

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Damian was being forced to spend time with his brothers. Bruce was still off-world and they had convinced Diana and Clark not to spill the beans about Damian's girlfriend. The only reason Dick, Jason and Tim weren't ratting him out was because he had promised to do one thing for each of them.

Jason had wanted Damian to patrol with him for a whole night, no breaks, no arguments, and he had used the time to drive Damian insane with insults and allusions to things he was pretty sure had never happened but couldn't swear hadn't.

Tim was making him buy coffee every day for the next month. It was more an inconvenience than anything else, having to leave the manor every day even if he didn't have plans. They were three weeks into the full month and Damian couldn't wait for it to end.

Which just left Dick's request. He had insisted they have a group night, as many of the Batfamily as they could get a hold of playing games and watching movies for the night. Jason had worked it out with Steph and Cass, Tim had dragged Duke into it and Dick forced Babs to join in.

Damian had tried to get Marinette to join the ‘fun’ if only so he wouldn't be facing them all alone. Unfortunately, she had plans with some of her friends that night and she wasn't planning to break them for ‘a horrifying trial by fire’. 

She had, in an attempt to soften the blow, given her number to the boys to add to a group chat. The only person not included in the chat was Bruce so, without a responsible adult to moderate, it had mostly turned into a ‘let’s tease Damian and Marinette' chat.

“Is there any reason we are starting the torture- I mean evening at four pm?” Damian asked, glaring at his eldest brother. 

“Like you have other big plans?” Jason sneered, eyebrow raised. Damian scowled at him but settled into a seat without further complaint. “That's what I thought. Besides, it's your own fault you're stuck here instead of doing something else.”

“Awww, does the little rebel want to be off with his totally real girlfriend?” Steph asked, pinching Damian's cheek and darting away before he could hit her. “But seriously, I'm not sure I believe that demon over there managed to snag a girlfriend. Props for committing to the bit and getting a French burner phone so you could pretend to be her though, that was impressive.”

“Naw, she's real,” Jason said casually. “Fucking hot, too, I can not believe the kid's game is that good.”

“Refrain from talking about Marinette in such a manner, Todd,” Damian hissed, gripping the hilt of a dagger he always had on him. It was a gift from Marinette one Christmas and he never went anywhere without it. “It does not concern me if you believe she exists, Brown, I would rather everyone continued to be ignorant of her.”

“She seems really nice, from what I can tell in the group chat,” Barbara commented. Damian merely grunted, refusing to be pulled into a conversation about her. 

“Yeah, which is the big giveaway that she's not a real person! She literally talks about fashion, baking and her friends. What does she even have in common with Damian? And how could they have met since she's from France?”

“Oh my god, how have we never asked for the story of how you met?” Dick said, scrambling to sit up and stare pleadingly at Damian. “Baby bird, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, tell us how you met?”

“The internet, how else would we have met, you cretin,” Damian huffed, though he could feel his neck starting to burn. “I thought we were to be playing games and watching some odious film, may we begin so that it can be over with?”

And no matter how hard they tried he refused to elaborate. He knew they would end up messaging Marinette on the group chat but he hoped that she would remember that he had kept them separate for quite so long for a reason.

It was an hour or so later when everyone's phones lit up with an incoming message. Bracing himself for the potential embarrassment of his family knowing how utterly mesmerised he was by her when they first spoke on video chat, he opened her message.

Instead, it was only a picture of her night. It was a shot of her taking a selfie with two others, one with dark hair and blue tips, and one with hair similar to Marinette's but in a severe bob cut. There was a reddish tinge to all of their cheeks and they were holding up wine glasses. The accompanying message was simple and told them that the Parisians were having fun on the Couffaine houseboat with a couple of drinking games.

“Oh my god, she's so pretty!” Steph cooed, glancing at Damian with suspicion. “She is the one at the front, I presume?”

“Tt, yes,” Damian clipped back, though he was fighting back a smile at how relaxed she looked. They received a follow up text a moment later.

Marinette:

I miss you, mon coeur ❤️ Gami and Luka are fun but I'm definitely coming to visit again soon xox

He could feel everyone's amused looks as they all realized that she thought she was messaging Damian directly. Before any of them could respond, they could see that she was typing again. And just as quickly Jason was tackling him and knocking his phone out of the way so he couldn't stop her.

“Unhand me, Todd!”

“Not a chance, your girlfriend is sending us messages and you will not be ruining the entertainment,” Jason laughed. Damian hissed at him but the man was so much bigger than him that all he had to do was sit on Damian and the fight was effectively a lost cause. Without using lethal force, that was.

My parents bakery is nice but Alfie's kitchen is on a whole other level

Marinette: When I come next time, can we bake together again? 

“You used Alfred's kitchen?” Tim said in a stunned voice. “How are you both still alive?”

And you look absolutely adorable with frosting on you

“Don't be dramatic, Drake,” Damian said with an eye roll. The effect of his ire was lessened by the blush that was most definitely stealing over his cheeks. “Pennyworth was informed prior to the event and we cleaned up after ourselves. And Marinette is an exemplary baker, she has been baking since she could walk.” 

“Wait, are you telling me Alfred knows about Marinette?” Dick looked offended and Damian wished there was any way he could undo her messages. Or that he had thought to lie and pretend they had snuck around to use the kitchen. Not because he didn't want to offend Dick, but so he could avoid this painful conversation.

“When has Pennyworth ever been unaware of information?” Was all he said though. “Can we please get back to our night of ‘fun’?”

“Fine, we'll get on with the games, but we are so questioning Alfred on this later,” Jason warned as he handed Damian's phone back to him. Knowing there was nothing he could do to stop them, Damian merely grunted assent.

He sent a follow up text in a separate chat so that if Marinette was just replying to her most recently opened chat she wouldn't respond in the group one anymore. But he allowed himself a small grin as he saved the picture of her with her friends, as he always did.

Part 3

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 7 - The Truth About Pro Hero Deku.

Summary: Deku introduces his girlfriend to his family. Y/N teases Inko and All Might about their “relationship”. Izuku.exe has stopped working after Inko’s answer. Also, Izuku tells Y/N his biggest secret.

Warnings: Swear words

First Chapter Master List

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“Izuku, you need to come home more often!” Inko gives up on hiding and joins the group hug. You can’t miss All Might’s fond smile as one of Inko’s arms snake around him while she pats Izuku’s back with the other.

Izuku might not have his blood father in his life but Izuku clearly grew up in the most loving family anyway. Izuku talked a lot about his past in the interviews; about their financial struggles, his mom’s torturous work routine, about how they googled “how to shave” together on YouTube to learn how to do that stuff because neither of them had anyone in their lives who was nice enough to show Izuku how to shave without cutting himself. They lived a lonely life until Izuku joined UA; it was only him and his mother until All Might took Izuku under his wing. Everything had changed after Izuku made his first proper friends; the house got more lively when his mates came around and Inko smiled more as well, finally able to concentrate on work without feeling like he’s neglecting the only important person in her life for some spare money.

“I genuinely couldn’t. Ask Sweet Pea, if you don’t believe me!” Izuku retorts, his eyes teary from happiness as he looks back at you.

“The boy speaks the truth, madam.” You bow in front of Inko with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Talking about the truth…” Izuku walks to your side, clearly anxious. Oh god, this is it… “I would like you two to meet… the woman I’ll marry one day. Treat her well.”

You choke on your saliva just as Izuku puts his arms around your middle to pull you closer.

Marriage?! Already?! Not like you would mind to change your name to Midoriya… oh my god, Y/N Midoriya, shut the front door, that sounds gorgeous. Then after marriage, you could have a kid, a little baby with green curls and pretty freckles and your eye color… or would it be your hair and his eye color? Nah, you want the green curls to be passed on for sure. And the freckles. Oh my god, those freckles.

“Stop fangirling.” Izuku murmurs into your ear with a shit eating grin on his face; his voice is low and extremely enticing, too quiet for the others to hear but loud enough for you to get goosebumps on your arms.

“Does that mean…” Inko looks five seconds away from crying, probably less, so All Might puts his arms around the woman’s shoulders.

“I think you are meeting your future Daughter-in-law, Midoriya-san.” He murmurs happily, clearly not surprised by the revelation. You have a feeling these two talked about you quite a lot already.

“This is the best present you could have given to your mother, thank you.”

Inko cries like a baby for at least an hour before she finally calms down and goes into the kitchen to prepare some food for lunch. Toshinori-San asks her if she needs any help but he gets shushed right away.

“Enjoy yourself, Yagi. You haven’t seen the boy for ages.”

Clearly, “Yagi” isn’t used to hearing his own first name from the woman’s mouth yet; his whole face reddens as he nods shyly, rendered speechless for the next few seconds.

“Uhm, I don’t mean to be the person who asks this as I’m not technically the part of the family yet, but… you and Inko, hmm?”

Izuku almost chokes on his water while Toshinori looks really close to throwing up by the way he pales completely after you finish your sentence.

“I… I think you miss… understand the situation. We share a house, just like you two… wait, that’s a really bad example, isn’t it? Oh my, I’m making this worse.”

“Sweet Pea, you can’t seriously think All Might and mom…”

“All Might and mom what?” Inko comes out from the kitchen, scaring the living shit out of Toshinori. You swear you can see his soul leaving his body for half a second.

“I was just wondering if you and Toshinori-san are… well… in the same situation as Izuku and I? Sorry if I’m being too straightforward, but…”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Sweet Pea!” Inko waves you off with a light blush on her face. If you see disappointment on All Might’s face you don’t comment on it. “My house was finally full of laughter and happiness when he moved in, I’m more than happy to have him here as a good friend. Honestly, you are so silly. This is Yagi, the hero of the century, the man who saved millions, why would he even look at a silly old, boring lady like me?”

You can barely keep your smile hidden. Yup. This story sounds really similar.

“What are you talking about, Midoriya-san? It’s the other way around! You are the kindest, the purest, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on! You are way too good to be stuck with a silly old man who’s barely standing on his legs after being beaten to pulp way too many times!”

Suddenly, you could cut the tension in the air with a knife if you would carry one with you like Jirou does. The two stare at each other, only just realizing they were both thinking the same thing all this time. You are a little bit jealous for them for being forced to face their own feelings this way; you definitely helped them to get their shit together before they ended up being weird about it like you two did for several weeks. Or, you just ruined the fun. Oh, well.

“I think I’m going to show Y/N my room.” Izuku mutters with a pale face. Obliviousness clearly runs in the family.

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“Do you want to talk about this or…” You mutter under your nose, your eyes not leaving the confused greenhead.

“Give me 5 to 7 days to get over the fact that my mother has a crush on my favorite hero, All Might, and her feelings are reciprocated and I’ve been watching them for almost ten years and I never realized it.” He mutters back, his speech followed by a big sigh. You can’t help but laugh at Izuku’s dumbstruck face. He’s absolutely adorable.

“I mean, you didn’t even realize your own feelings towards me, at least if I can trust Katsuki’s words and I’m quite sure he ain’t a liar, so…” You giggle to yourself as you snake your arms around the man’s middle with a flirty look on your face.

“Wow, so you talk shit about me with Katsuki while I’m risking my life to save the city?” Izuku moves closer, his body flush against yours as he slowly steps forward to push you towards the bed. Jesus Christ, you’ll never get used to the way he towers over you. The chill that goes down your spine makes you feel dizzy.

“Well, he gets lonely when his husband is on a mission.” You retort with a cheeky smirk. Izuku rolls his eyes fondly while he leaves tiny kisses on your cheek.

“Stop shipping my friends and my family, you weirdo.” He mutters into your neck, his breath hot on the sensitive skin.

“Look into my eyes and tell me those two have never kissed.” You take Izuku’s cheeks in your hands and pull him up to force him to look at you.

“They did. I saw it.” The shit-eating grin on Izuku’s face is downright terrifying. “It was on one of Denki’s house parties. It all started with Eijirou asking Katsuki if he thinks it’s possible to spar with their tongues. They did not remember a single thing the next day and we all decided to not tell them about it for their own modesty. What happens at Denki’s party, stays at Denki’s party. That’s the D-rule.”

Your face resembles a fish trying breathe on the surface. You can’t do anything but gawk at the hero in front of you.

“You saw them french-kissing and you still deny their attraction to each other?” You don’t need to say “I think you are an absolute idiot”, Izuku gets the message.

“Trust me, there was nothing sexy about that tongue fight. I actually couldn’t even think about kissing for years after that. It ruined me.” Izuku sighs dramatically as he turns you around and jumps on his bed with a loud thud.

“Now, can you please have your full attention on me and look around in my room? It might not be the original one but there are a lot of memories here. Mom brought over everything, my notes, my old clothes from the UA days… come on, get wild.” Izuku giggles and to be honest, you would rather concentrate on the sprawled out hottie on the bed instead of your surroundings right now, but you decide to obey anyway.

This room of Izuku’s is more plain than his bedroom now; instead of the cool adjacent wall there are only old posters littering the walls, no personal photos or anything visible on the shelves, just a few low-quality All Might figurines left on the old, wooden desk. There are a few boxes half open in the corner of the room; most of them are notes and memories Izuku wasn’t fond enough to display; his yearbook from middle school for instance is also thrown into the pile, the hard covered book’s front ruined by massive red letters written with a sharpie.

“I hoped you’ll find that last.” Izuku mumbles, his eyes melancholic as he stares at the book. “I wanted you to enjoy being here before I… before I show you that.”

Your blood freezes in your body. Somehow, the mood went from “I want to make out with you in my old bed” to “I will show you something terrible and you’ll probably cry” and you have no idea what to think about this sudden change.

“Why… who…” you mutter while you stare at the book, still too far enough to actually read what the words are.

“Do you remember how My Hero Academia has started?” Izuku asks. He pats his thigh 2 times, asking you to sit down and you do; Izuku’s arms come to the front right away, hugging you from behind, giving you a warm cuddle to soothe your troubled soul.

“With you almost failing getting into UA because you couldn’t use your quirk properly.” You answer right away, like a good fan.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He mutters, giving you a peck on your cheek for your success. “I knew how much you like that manga and everything in it is true but there are some parts Horikoshi had to change up or completely skip because I asked him to. I hated to do this to the fans but… I had to keep our secret safe.”

“You and who’s?” You move around to look at your boyfriend with questioning eyes. Izuku leans over to take the yearbook out of the box and hides it behind him for now.

“What’s the name of my quirk, Sweet Pea?” Izuku asks as he leaves tiny kisses on your neck. You are too anxious to actually enjoy them but they definitely take the edge off at least.

“One for all. After your favorite hero, All Might.”

“Yes. And that’s a lie.”

Your world crumbles. Whatever Izuku is about to say must be something extremely important and probably quite dangerous for you to know but right now, you are just grateful for being included in the small group of people who know Izuku’s apparent secret.

“What…?”

“I haven’t met All Might at UA. I met him way before that. We knew each other quite well by the time I got in. My quirk, All for one wasn’t named after All Might’s. It is… All Might’s.”

Suddenly, Izuku takes the book out from behind his back. There are a lot of rude things written on the covers with that red sharpie, but there is one that comes back over and over again…

The word “quirkless.”

“Izu, what… what do you mean? It doesn’t make any sense…” you mutter to yourself, frustrated tears falling to your cheeks. You want to understand, you want to be able to comprehend his heavy confession, but the original story was etched into your mind so much that hearing all of this is like hearing someone denying the history of heroes completely and asking you to believe they are right and the history books are wrong - to be fair, there is a high possibility that history books are indeed made up. It’s not like anyone was there from the current population to see the whole thing with their own eyes. Izuku is a part of this specific part of the history though, the main character of the decade, so you have no reason to not believe the green head but it’s still… it just doesn’t sound right. Izuku was born to be a hero yet he was born without the most crucial part of being one, but somehow he managed to snatch the number one hero’s quirk when quirks are not supposed to be transmittable?

“You are right, quirks are not usually transmittable but this one is.” Of course you muttered half of that out loud. “There are several other quirks I managed to unlock during my journey which makes the quirk look completely different from All Might’s but I ensure you, they are one and the same. I can’t tell you more than that as this story isn’t just mine, but what I can tell you is that there is a reason no one knows about the fact that my power can be given to basically anyone and I don’t think I need to tell you why is that.” Izuku sighs while he lets you free from his hug in case you need some more space. “I just wanted you to know… The truth… About me. Because I love you and you deserve to know. I was just like you. I know how painful it is to grow up without a quirk. I understand you so much more than you think, Sweet Pea and I’ll forever love you for being the way you are, if you let me.” Izuku’s first teardrops trail down his cheeks, a fond smile decorating his face. You genuinely can’t make a single word right now; there is so much you want to say; you want to tell him how proud you are of him for putting up with all of that without being able to tell a single soul about it, you want to tell him he has no reason to look so frightened because you can’t possibly be mad at him for this, you want to tell him it doesn’t matter if his quirk is “borrowed” because it’s not the quirk that makes you a hero but your will to die for the weak; but your mind it too frazzled to say all of that…

“Even if you’d be quirkless and weak, I would still love you, Izuku. There is no universe where I’m not by your side. I love you to the moon and back and your confession only made me love you more…” You mutter into his neck. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for going through all that pain for us, common folk. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you, Izu.” You mutter into the crook of his neck, making his skin wet with your tears. As a fan, you are certainly shook by all the lies around your favorite pro hero but as a human being who’s been living with Izuku for the past few months you can’t say you are surprised by this revelation; he’s always been way too humble for his own good, he barely showed off his quirk to anyone except you, it always felt like he doesn’t really know what to do with the whole fame that came with him being a hero and now it makes so much sense. It’s not right, but it makes sense.

“Can we… uhm… use the hot tub when get home? I want to be close to you. As close as I can get. That’s my wish for today.” Izuku says with teary eyes, his arms tight around your waist. A tiny blush appears on your face as you mutter back, your face still hidden in his neck.

“I would really love that, Izu.”

You know you probably said this at least thousand times already, but having Izuku as your boyfriend was the best decision of your life.

…next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Okay, here’s my opinion about how much is out for the public canonically about Izuku (s6 spoilers): While Izuku told his classmates about the fact that he got his power from All Might, the public only knows that for some reason the boy was the the one Shigaraki wanted. At one point in the future I’m quite sure there will be gossips about him but I literally don’t think anyone would ever think about Deku being quirkless. People know their quirk has the same name but its just a name and everyone knows what a big fan Izuku is so everyone just thinks he’s being a fanboy.

- Also, I love how Izuku goes from “I’ll tell you my biggest secret and we will all cry about it” to “can we have a cheeky hot tub date now?” In five seconds. Bro just want to chill 😂

- Don’t tell anyone but Izuku’s dream is to be able to give his power to his quirkless, future kid if they want it. He would never force them to take it though, he’s not an asshole.

- My Hero Academia is different in this AU; for instance, the first book is literally just about Izuku struggling to get into UA, the second about him struggling to keep up then about Izuku unlocking his powers and the backstory villains (except Dabi, his story isn’t in the books at all out of respect to the Todoroki family but there are hints to it.)

- Before you ask: yes, some of the “messages” on the front are from Katsuki indeed. Hell, he probably came up with the whole “idea”. He wanted to swap books with Izuku after they reconciled but Izuku wanted to keep it to “never forget where he came from.”

- So I will try to be on time with the next chapter but I got sick (again) so please be patient with me!

- The next chapter will probably be an NSFW one, not because of the s mut (I don’t really want that chapter to be the s mut chapter, I have different plans, but these fuckers have their mind of their own sometimes 😂), but it will involve nakedness and quite a lot of touching so… yeah. Sorry if you need to skip most of the next chapter 😭😭😭😭

- If you are waiting for the next Shenanigans chapter, I’m also done with that but it’s a double chapter, half SFW and half NSFW and it’s 5K+, that’s why is so delayed 😂

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

[sariahsue]

Wherefore Art Thou (My)stery Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Chapter Four

“She really hasn't given you any more hints?” Nino asked. “It's been five days!”

Adrien loved group projects. It meant that there was a chance that he could visit with friends outside of school hours. And given how lucky he had been over the past few days, it didn't even surprise him when Ms. Bustier partnered him with Nino on their history project. 

They sat on his floor together, taking a much-deserved break. Adrien was rereading his texts from Ladybug again, looking for any clues he might have missed. 

Nino was right. It had been five days. Five long days of torture. He hadn’t seen her since their rendezvous on top of Montparnasse Tower, but she had seen him. She’d sent three pictures she’d taken of him when he wasn’t looking. He had his back turned in each one, and he’d been in large crowds as he walked in the hallway in between classes or at the end of the day. Times where there were so many people around that he couldn’t narrow down who she could be, which was deliberate on her part, he was certain. 

They were so close, and he still couldn’t find her.

His phone buzzed with an incoming message.

My Lady – I accidentally called you Kitten in front of my best friend this morning. So embarrassing!  My Lady – I told her I chose that nickname because of all the stupid cat emojis you send me. Adrien – Is that permission to keep sending them to you? My Lady – No.  Adrien – Too bad. Adrien –  😻😽😸

Nino shuffled over, and Adrien scanned the message quickly. Nothing that would arouse suspicion if read. 

“‘My Lady’?” Nino said, reading the contact name at the top. “Getting a little possessive already, huh?”

“No!” Adrien flipped his phone over to hide the messages. “Uh, ‘My’... is short... for ‘mystery.’ She's a mystery lady, but that was too long to fit. So, My Lady.”

“I don't believe you at all, dude, but I'll give you full points for that excuse.” Nino returned to his spot on the floor and started scrolling through his own phone, which he kept hidden from Adrien's view. “You like her already, huh?”

“Yeah,” Adrien said. He and Nino hadn't talked much about it, aside from that first day. Adrien had been too busy trying to piece together who Ladybug was, and he was getting frustrated. All he'd done so far was eliminate everyone in the school. Realizing he missed her on his first pass, he tried again. He looked at the yearbook, made a list of everything he knew about her, spent almost all his time in class puzzling over her, and he'd still come up empty. 

“You should ask her out,” Nino said. “I've known her for a long time, and I think you two would be good for each other.”

Adrien nodded. He'd always thought so. “I asked already.”

“You did? Why didn't you tell me?”

“She said yes, assuming I could figure out who I'm asking!” Adrien flipped onto his back and stared at the high ceiling above him. “You’re not allowed to give me any hints, but what is she like?”

“How's that not a hint?”

“Because I already know what she's like.” He raised the phone, implying that he’d gotten to know her through texting and not midnight rooftop strolls. “I just want a different perspective. Maybe I just need the same information from a new angle.”

“If she gets mad at me, I'm blaming you.”

“But she wants to go out with me, right? So you're really trying to help her.”

“How about this,” Nino said. “I won't tell her if you won't.”

“Deal.”

Nino had been typing away on his screen, cap hiding his eyes, through the whole conversation and finally lifted his head. 

Adrien listened intently as Nino started listing Ladybug's familiar traits.

“She's very creative and sweet, but still tough when she wants to be.” 

Adrien knew both of those well from fighting alongside her. She could come up with the most ridiculous plans and execute them flawlessly. She'd stare down a monster and then turn around and help someone who'd been trying to kill her moments before. 

“She's good at video games.” Another one that he knew, but had forgotten. He'd have to write that down on the list.

“And she can be pretty shy and nervous sometimes. It took her forever to tell you that she likes you.” 

Adrien hadn't thought about it like that. She'd admitted to being anxious and awkwardly obvious about her crush (not that he'd been able to figure out that clue either), but he hadn't mentally added that trait to his image of her. She always seemed so confident and self-assured, and he loved that about her. He'd only ever seen her truly nervous on that first day. 

“That's all you're getting.”

“None of it was really new information,” he said. “But thanks for reminding me of some things.”

“Sure, dude.”

Adrien's phone alerted him to another message. 

My Lady – So... Mystery Lady, huh?

Adrien turned to Nino. “You texted her about that? Since when have you had her number?” 

“Since the day she got her phone.”

My Lady – That was smooth. Plus, now you can use my favorite nickname! Adrien – I could just break into Nino's phone and check his messages, you know. My Lady – That would be cheating! Don't you dare!

“Am I going to do this project by myself?” Nino asked. “Or should I call your girlfriend and ask if I can borrow some of your attention?” 

“Sorry, sorry.” And he was, until the next text from her came in. Nino sighed but didn’t complain as Adrien reflexively reached for his phone.  

My Lady – Kitten, my homework is boring, and I don't want to do it. Talk to me.  Adrien – What do you want me to say? My Lady – I don't know. Anything. Adrien – Okay... 

He searched the room for inspiration but found none. The first thing that caught his attention on his phone was his name for her.

Adrien – What did you name my contact? My Lady – Uh...  My Lady – …  My Lady – Nothing...  Adrien – Nothing as in just a blank space, or nothing as in something that you don't want to say? My Lady – NOTHING Adrien – Uh huh. So what is it? Adrien – Hm? Adrien – Aren't you going to tell me? My Lady – No.  Adrien – Why not? My Lady – I'm going to delete your number if you don't stop asking! Adrien – That won't do anything. I'll just text you again, and then you'll have it again. My Lady – Please unsubscribe me from your mailing list.  Adrien – Is it just a string of hearts or something? My Lady – The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected. Adrien – Or maybe it's “Hot Stuff”? My Lady – New phone. Who dis? Adrien – Wow. It must be reeealllly embarrassing if you don't want to tell me this badly.  My Lady – FINE! My Lady – When I found out who you were, I changed your contact to “Future Husband.” OKAY?!?!?!

If Plagg could see his face right now, Adrien was sure the kwami would gag. He was probably smiling like an idiot. She really thought that it was a possibility?

“You good, dude?”

Adrien only nodded because how was he supposed to explain? Ladybug - LADYBUG - really had decided that she wanted to marry him?!

She was also still waiting for his response. Probably anxiously. Should he gush about how much he loved her or continue with his teasing?

Teasing won out.

Adrien – Oh, Bugaboo, you didn't even buy me a ring yet! My Lady – SHUT UP I'M GOING TO CHANGE IT Adrien – Please don't. Adrien – My ring size is 29, in case you were wondering.  My Lady – That's not even a real size. Adrien – Oh.  Adrien – Father doesn't sell jewelry, so I don't know anything about it. Haha. My Lady – Average sizes are usually between 5 and like 10 or 11. My Lady – In case you were wondering... My Lady – Mine’s 4 and a half.

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Adrien walked into school the next morning (on time, thankfully! The photographer had been 10 minutes late to the shoot and traffic was horrible all morning) ready to watch the front door for any stragglers who showed up late. He still didn't have any ideas about who Ladybug could be, and he was starting to think he was missing the obvious. So he stood in the middle of the courtyard and scanned faces as they trickled in, but no one in particular stood out to him. No girl was the same height, looked just right, sounded like her, or moved the same way. Over several minutes, the courtyard started filling up. Starting from the doors, he slowly rotated until he’d done a full circle, double checking if someone had slipped past him. Nino was the only one in the crowd who caught his attention.

“Hey, bro!” Nino said, waving as he approached. “You look distracted, which means you haven't figured it out yet.”

“No! And she still won't give me another hint!”

“That's because you have enough to figure it out with, man. You're trying too hard.” He swung an arm over Adrien's shoulders. “Just look at your contact list and find the hole. Should be obvious, my dude.” It was easy for Nino to give advice. He had found out who she was the easy way ages ago.

But Ladybug kept telling him that, too. Plagg, when he didn't avoid the subject entirely, said much the same thing. 

Adrien reached for his phone, but his scroll through his contact list was interrupted by an incoming text image. 

There he and Nino were, in the middle of the crowded courtyard, looking at his phone. Adrien's head snapped up. The photographer had been directly in front of him on the upper level, but that area was now deserted. 

“Come on,” Adrien said. “Maybe we can catch her.” 

He took the stairs two at a time while Nino hollered for him to slow down. Adrien had no plan to do anything of the sort. His Lady had been there just a few seconds ago. She couldn't have gotten far. 

Reaching the top step, he took another look around. There were a few corners that she could be hiding behind, or she could have ducked into a classroom. He debated for only a second. What would Ladybug do if she was trying to trip him up? Probably go where the most people were so she could hide in plain sight. He poked his head into the nearest classroom. A few people waved to him, but no one he knew well enough to have traded phone numbers with. 

He tried a few more, then doubled back and checked the alcoves. There were a lot of people that he knew, and because he was in such a hurry, all of them seemed to want to say hello to him. He stayed only long enough each time to give a very hurried explanation that he was looking for someone in order to excuse himself before running off again. 

“Hey!” Nino said, finally catching up with him. “Will you slow down?”

“Did you see her anywhere? Please tell me that much. Did I overlook her again?”

“I haven't seen her,” Nino said, taking off his hat and fanning himself with it. “What did you eat for breakfast, man? Rocket fuel? I haven't seen you run like that since the last akuma. Or…” Nino put his hat back on and smiled, “do you really just want to find her that bad?”

Two minutes after running out of the courtyard, Adrien found himself up at the top of the stairs overlooking it. He walked to the railing, where Ladybug had been standing when she took her picture of him. She'd been so close, and she'd slipped through his fingers again. He needed to figure her identity out soon, or she’d be the death of him (in the best way possible). 

The courtyard was emptier than it had been a few minutes prior. The flow of students through the front doors had been reduced to a trickle. Only a few stragglers remained at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to go to class until the very last second.

“I think the bell's about to ring,” Nino said, tapping him on the shoulder. “We should go.”

Adrien sighed. Another attempt to find her had ended in failure. 

They trudged back down the stairs to their first class. A few of their friends were ahead of them in the hallway, including Alya and Marinette, who were whispering together. He heard Alya congratulating Marinette about something. He heard only a few words, “likes you a lot!” and “interested.” What were they talking about? He picked up his pace, hoping to get close enough to catch more of the conversation, but Nino called out to them over the crowd to get their attention before he reached them.

Alya cut off her next sentence abruptly and spun around, eyes going to Adrien first before landing on Nino.

“Good morning!” Marinette said, eyes shining. Was he imagining it, or was her gaze lingering on him longer than it usually did? “What have you two been up to this morning? Looking for that mystery lady of yours again?”

“You know about that?” Adrien groaned. “How many people know?” 

A few people shoved past him to get to their classrooms. He hadn't realized they were blocking the traffic.

“Nino told me about it,” Marinette said, starting to walk forward again. “He said you were having some trouble figuring out who she was. Do you want some help?” Behind her back, Nino and Alya exchanged deadpan looks.

“Yeah,” he said. “That would be great. I've tried everything I can think of.” 

Marinette thought about it for a few seconds, tapping her finger to her lips in a slow, exaggerated movement. He glanced down at the finger briefly before turning his attention back to her eyes. 

“Have you tried tricking her into giving you more information? Like ask her about something that happens at school today that only some people know about. Then, if she sees it, you have fewer people to guess from. Maybe you could cat-ch her that way?” She put more emphasis on the first half of the word “catch,” but he wasn't sure why. “What about the assembly today?”

“That's a great idea, Marinette! Thanks!” That was a fantastic idea. The assembly was only for their grade, and if she saw it too, that would really narrow down the pool of candidates. And even if she didn’t, he could exclude an entire grade from his search. He would have to word his questions just right, so she wouldn’t think he was asking for another hint. If she knew he was looking for a way around the rules of her challenge, she might not answer. Or worse, be unhelpful on purpose.

“You're welcome,” she said. “I really hope you find her soon.”

Adrien blinked, surprised to find himself and Marinette alone in the hallway in front of their first period class. His mind was still thinking up exactly how he would pose his questions to seem the most innocent. 

“Really, Marinette. Thank you. I really want to find her.” 

She beamed at him as the bell rang, and they both ran for the classroom door. 

With Marinette’s help, and a little bit of his Lady’s luck, he might know was behind the mask by the end of the day. And he couldn’t wait.

Chapter Five

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[infinite-criseas]

Never Let Go

Remus, James, and Peter awaited restlessly at the castle gates for the Sirius’s arrival. They had all just gone home for the break which was only a week but felt much longer for all of them. After mere minutes that felt like hours, the long awaited carriage arrived.

Sirius stepped out with a jovial grin on his face, “I see the sinners await their leader” He laughed and bowed dramatically, like a circus ring leader. The boys clapped sarcastically as Sirius ran to hug them all, with quick quips on how they faired over break. When he went to hug his boyfriend, Remus noticed Sirius stiffen a bit to which he instinctively rubbed his back only to have Sirius pull away. This was not new or strange behavior from Sirius, Remus noticed Sirius would often return like this after time with his family. A guttural rage boiled within him at the thought of the horrors the Black family had inflicted on his precious boyfriend.

“We’re not going to have to wait another year for you two to kiss are we?” James joked, reminiscing on the heated tension Sirius and Remus had when they were just friends. Sirius scoffed at the remark and grabbed Moonys face to give a quick peck on the lips.

“That’s all the show I’m giving for free, you’ll have to pay us for premium content” Sirius teased. As the jokes calmed down, James noticed Reggie standing silently, watching this whole scene from a couple feet away.

“Don’t think we forgot about you, Reg!” James chortled, wrapping his arm around Reggie’s neck. Reggie shook it off and grumbled something incoherent as he picked up his bags and headed straight for his room. “We’ll see you at the dining hall in 10 then?” James called out, a little taken aback from the lack of reciprocation.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll come around” Sirius said to James, “Let’s eat boys… I’m starved” Remus decided to take Sirius’a bags up for him to let him catch up with the gang. As Remus wandered off alone, he couldn’t help but concern over how over the top Sirius has been since he’s gotten back. I mean Sirius was always over the top, but this felt different.

Remus tried to make eye contact with Sirius over the course of the night, but Sirius kept dodging it. Finally as James, Peter, Marlene, Dorcas, and Lily (they’d picked up more friends through dinner) left for bed, Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand to stop him from following the group.

Remus lead Sirius into a hidden corridor. Sirius looked up at Remus, overwhelming exhaustion in his eyes. He tried to smile but tears filled his eyes and he collapsed onto Remus in a pain filled sob.

“I’m sorry Moony” Sirius managed to blubber through tears “please forgive me”

“Whatever for my love?” Remus calm voice relieved Sirius who was in desperate need of comfort. Remus held Sirius tightly as his sobs calmed down, he stroked his back reassuringly and gave soft pecks on his head.

“I tried to be happy for you, I tried like I did for everyone else.. but you saw straight through me immediately and I don’t want you to have to see me like this, especially when we should be fucking in reuniting bliss right now” Sirius stammered, snorting out a laugh at the end.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. You don’t need to pretend for me, Pads. I love you, and honestly I was more concerned than upset. Post mental breakdown sex always hits different anyway.” A slight chuckle. Sirius was almost cradled across Remus’s body.

“Never let go” Sirius whispered as the memories of last week came flooding back. The torture, the pain, the arguing. He never wanted to go back to his family. He never would go back again.

“I won’t” Remus whispered kissing his boyfriend’s hands. “I promise.”

[jentledaisies]

NOW LOADING. . . THEY GET YOU

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✎ in which your lover sweeps you into the beginning of forever after OR in which the mafia!pinks get what they want; you.

WARNINGS .ᐟ ⤷ Sexual content but nothing graphic, Illusions to Sexual Assault, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships, Graphic scenes of violence and death.

disclaimer: This is not in any way shape or form a representation of Jisoo, Jennie, Rosè, Lisa, or Blackpink as a whole. All reactions, actions, thoughts, words, and general emotions are fiction and created by me. The behavior shown in these reactions is toxic and unhealthy but fantasized romantically for simply that, fantasy. None of this should be taken seriously or sought after in real life, or performed. please do not romanticize this behavior/mindset in real life as it is unhealthy and toxic, and if you or anyone you know is in such an environment, should be taken out of it immediately. Again, this blog is purely fiction, and all acts taken place in this blog should remain so. ↳ None of my characters, yandere or otherwise, will ever nor would ever perform, act, or consider sexual activities of any sort without consent. full stop. Any and all sexual acts are done with the full consent of all parties taking place. i will never, ever, ever write otherwise or even consider writing otherwise.

[KIM JISOO]

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You were a very naive person, Jisoo knew this after just a day of following you. After leaving the flower shop she had returned to headquarters, where she had all her equipment. From there it was all too easy to hack into the shop's online history, seeing that you did, luckily for her unfortunate for you, pay with a card. After getting your name she was able to track down where you work and receive all your personal information. From there she had Chaeng place cameras in your apartment and extra personal cameras in your work. She was quite lucky to have been captured into your following, you were an easy girl to track. You stayed mainly at home save for the days you had work and when you went to get groceries. There were the odd days when you went out to meet friends or gather some more books to add to your large collection. On those days all Jisoo had to do was alert a group of subordinates and they'd follow you, sending updates every 10 minutes.

Jisoo was lucky, for all three of the other leaders had found their loves obsessions already and were more than eager to help Jisoo capture you. Jennie had placed everything on halt, all deals, meetings, etc. put on hold until they got you. You were top priority. Chaeng was in charge of your in-person surveillance, Lisa was preparing to have another lover to chip, and Jennie was busy overseeing it all as though it was any other important operation.

That all led to now, 2 weeks later with Jisoo staring longingly at you through the screen that showed the live feed from your apartment. There you sat on your couch, windows open to the light rain and the sweet smell it brought, in an oversized sweater and a book in your hands.

2 weeks. It had been 2 weeks of planning, talking with the other girls, discussing the best way to get you quickly without creating fear in your mind. 2 weeks of sheer torture of having you so close but unable to bring you into her arms. 2 weeks of watching your hands wander late at night, breathy moans spilling from your lips. 2 weeks of seeing you live your boring, mundane life, knowing that you could be living a much more satisfying life by her side.

Jisoo's thoughts drifted off from seeing you in such a domestic scene, imagining what it'll be like when she finally has you. As she snapped back to reality she saw you gone from the living room, switching the camera until she got to the one in your room, being met with the teasing image of your bare body as you got ready for work. Jisoo quickly transferred the screen onto her phone before rushing out of her tech room and into the private lounge where the other girls were.

"It's time. Let's go get my Darling, I've waited so long." Jisoo ordered and all the girls sprung up, already ready in their operation clothes. They filed into the large SUV all the equipment ready to grab you, the selected teams of subordinates following in other cars.

It was planned that they would get you tonight. They would sneak a special drug that Lisa prepared into a water bottle you would drink from during your break. You'd go outside for the breath of fresh air you always get from the busy department store, in the secluded alley outback where Chaeng and Jennie would be waiting to grab your drugged body and get you into the van. All the while this was happening, Alpha team was taking down all the cameras in your apartment and then messing with the gas lines before leaving the stove on and leaving.

All that was left of you was the memory that you disappeared from work during your break, and then your apartment burned down, leaving no salvageable items. All the world knew of you now, was that you were on the run, possibly far from Korea, where anyone knows you. But you were right where you were supposed to be, with Jisoo.

[KIM JENNIE]

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Silence rang out after the three shots hit their marks, the bodies of the three men bleeding onto the porcelain black and white tiling of the ground. Your breaths came out in heavy gasps as you realized that you had just been saved from the hands of your captors by another captor. Jennie’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, your back flush with her front. The three other girls with her spread out in front of the two of you, guns drawn in their hands and pointed out, ready to shoot.

"Choi Lee-Hyun! Show yourself, you bastard!" Jennie yelled out into the now silent diner, a man dressed in an obnoxious purple fur coat stepped out.

"Miss Kim, Miss Kim, Miss Park, and Miss Manobal. How wonderful to meet you. Although, I had hoped to take care of you before you could see my face." He spoke clearly with precise calmness, but burning anger could be seen in the way he held his body and glared at the four girls.

"You dare try and ambush us?" Rosé sneered angrily, both her hands holding guns aimed toward the man. “We offered to come to negotiate peace, and you try to betray us. You weren’t even smart about it, dumbass. You got caught, do you have a death wish?”

“The only deaths I wish for are the deaths of you and your little girl bands, Miss Park.” Lee-Hyun spat in retaliation, pulling out guns of his own. Jennie’s arm tightens around you as she pulls you further into her for protection. Her gun fires off a shot in warning, the milkshake glass on the counter behind the obnoxious man exploding from the force of the bullet.

"The only death you're getting is your own, asshole. We may have come in peace, but we're not stupid. Did you really think we wouldn't prepare for if you betrayed us?" Jennie spoke from behind you, her voice calm and cool but you could feel the tenseness in her body. "You're fucked, man. You should've just taken the money and ran like we agreed to. At least then you'd keep your life."

Lee-Hyun opened his mouth to retaliate but all the girls started firing off bullets, hitting the kneecaps of every rival gang member there. Jisoo broke off from the girls and ran to the wall by the door while pulling something from her coat. The next thing you knew the entire wall was doused in flames, the orange streaks of heat spreading across the walls and floor at an alarming pace, as though there was gasoline drenching the corners. Jennie started pulling you with her outside and you vaguely register the other girls rushing out too. Fire trucks are already on scene, but you know that there's nothing they could do now, the entire establishment already fully engulfed in flames, the doorway you just came through collapsing.

A shock blanket is wrapped around you from behind and you're suddenly made aware that Jennie is no longer holding onto you. The kind lady behind you is speaking in a comforting tone, her voice soft and familiar, but you can only focus on the burning building in front of you. The first person inside started screaming as the roof caved in, and tears fell from your eyes in horror. You're being pushed by the kind lady now, ushered away from all the firetrucks struggling to unload the water pipes. You start to question why you are being led to a dark SUV much too late, for Lisa steps in front of you and holds a damp cloth to your mouth and nose, your mind going hazy immediately as she lifts you into the car with Rosé. Your head is placed on Jennie's lap as she smiles at you before your entire world goes dark.

[PARK CHAEYOUNG / ROSÉ]

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Rosé was absolutely livid at the fact that she still didn't have you in her arms. There was no particular reason why after a month you still weren't in her possession other than the fact that the mafia world was busy lately. But that's not what mattered, what mattered was you were talking to your friend about auditioning to be a stripper at her club! Which was fine, she'd be perfectly fine with you being a stripper, as long as it's only at her club. But, you weren't with her yet. You were hers, everyone knew that by now, everyone but you.

As she watched your audition from the extra camera she had Jisoo install she gritted her teeth at your unmarked skin. Your beautiful, perfect skin, completely bare of Rosé's marks. Your body belonged to her, you belonged to her, yet there was nothing showing it. Why? Because Choi fucking Lee-Hyun decided now would be a good time to pick a fight. Rosé was fucking pissed.

And on top of all that, you looked absolutely delectable in the black one-piece with gold chains. You always looked good but fuck, when you flipped your hair and collapsed into that body roll all Rosé could think of was having you under her. Making you cum at least three times on her fingers before moving onto her tongue, finally ending with you clenching around her strap as she fucks you dumb. That's not what was making her mad, it was actually making her more excited to have you. What made her mad was that she could see the new security guy she hired looking at you with longing and lust, knowing he was thinking of doing the same thing. She sees him lick at his lips as you grind onto the pole and she snaps.

Shoving away from the table that held her laptop, Rosé stood up. She groaned as she felt her arousal coat her underwear, the feeling making her more desperate to have you here so she can order you to clean up the mess you made. She grabs a gun from her personal collection, tucking it into the waistband of your pants under your jacket, grabbing an extra one to place in her shoe holster. A couple of knives are added in hidden places before finally she grabs the bottle of chloroform Lisa gave her. She stormed out to her car, no plan in mind, just the fact that she would have you today, and she'd kill anyone in her way. Well, she'd kill that security guard anyway, he's a little too annoying.

The engine of her sports car practically purrs as she speeds through the streets of Seoul, eager to finally old you. She arrives at the club in record time, cocking her gun as she steps out. She's glad for her impatience as she's drawn to the alley between the bar and another shop by your whimpers.

"Please, stop. I don't want this." As she rounds the corner she's met with the sight of you being groped by that fucking security guard, makeup smeared under your eyes from crying as you try and shrink away but the wall won't let you.

"Aw c'mon. You were dancing like a little slut in there, you clearly want it. It's obvious how desperate you are so let me have my fun and be a good whore." He reaches up to yank at the collar of the dress you now wore but is stopped by Rosé's shout of anger.

"Yah, you fucking piece of shit! Get your hands off my girl!" Rosé is shaking in anger as he turns to face her with an unimpressed look.

"Fuck off. Who do you think you are, ordering me around? I'll give you her once I'm done, you can have my sloppy seconds. Desperate bitch.”

Rosé doesn't say anything, shooting a shot off at his foot, laughing as the blood splatters up his leg. You run away from his loosened grip and hide behind Rosé, your hands gripping her waist to keep her in front of you. The smile on her face becomes genuine at your touch.

"Listen to me, I need you to go and hide in my car. It's the red one, go." Rosé tells you over her shoulder, advancing on the man once she hears the door of her car shut.

She shoots another bullet into his other foot, tucking the gun away after that, he deserved to be tortured to death. She pulls out her daggers from where they were hidden, waiting patiently for the man to stop screaming.

"I'm Rosé. You should've listened to me when I told you to get your hands off my girl." His eyes widen as Rosé sends him a cocky smirk, realizing just how badly he fucked up. He starts begging and whimpering for his life, but all Rosé does is give him a haunting smile before bringing the small blade down.

Rosé opens her door before collapsing down into the driver's seat of her car, letting out a tired sigh before looking over at you. Your eyes widen at her now crimson-soaked hoodie, faint patches of the original white sticking out. You start fumbling with the door but it remains closed as Rosé wets a cloth with a substance from the bottle in the cupholder. And when she greets you by name your eyes start to tear up in fear before she's knocked into a state of rest from the chemical cloth

[LALISA MANOBAL / LISA]

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Someone is shouting. But all Lisa can focus on is your sweet form laying on the ground, bleeding from the wound in your abdomen. Someone is shouting at her, she realizes as she starts to come back to reality. The meeting room is cleared of anyone who isn't part of her gang, except for you. There’s one of her subordinates in front of her, shouting to bring her back from her reverie, she looks quite sorry she was ever born when Lisa sends her a scathing glare on reflex. She’s asking if they should finish you off, soldiers already dragging the fat old man's body out, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. She sees hands reaching toward your body before she can speak and her body stiffens in preparation to run to you.

"Touch her and I will dissect your hands from your body and make you eat them." She found herself growling at the poor soldier. At the gobsmacked stares she receives, she straightens up and clears her throat before speaking in a hard, clear tone. "From this point on, this woman is mine. She belongs to me and I will punish anyone who hurts my Angel. Now stop standing around like useless idiots and get me my first aid kit. You! Go get a stretcher and prepare my medical room."

That seemed to snap them out of it as everyone moved into action and various people rushed around the room and out of the room. Nobody touched you, however, even to help you, as they were too scared of Lisa. You looked up at Lisa as she came closer to you, your vision blurry but still able to see as the cold, uncaring woman turned warm and soft as she reassured you that you'd be ok. A pressure on your wound has you screaming out until you are once again shushed by her reassuring words before there's a prick in your arm and you fade into darkness.

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You wake up in a white room, it's not a hospital room but it definitely feels like one. It was clean and bright, and that horrible smell of alcohol that breathes in the hospital was still there, but it was faint. That's where the similarities stopped. You were on a very large bed with a memory foam mattress and plush pillows under you. Panic starts to settle into you as you start recalling the events that took place before you had fallen into your slumber. You were shot, and you're assuming the rest of the gang left you, you weren't important enough to save and they were new and already risking a lot by agreeing to meet with BP.

The machine hooked up to you starts speeding up in beeps as your breath grows heavier, panic setting in full now. You toss the sheets off your body, seeing yourself dressed in a t-shirt and sweats instead of those horrible skintight dresses they would make you wear at your gang. You jump out of bed and lung towards the door but are stopped by a sharp tug on your arm and a flash of pain. You turn and see an IV needle connected to your arm, the tape holding it in place holding it fast. ou don't think about it when you rip it out of your arm, tearing the tape. You quickly come to regret it however when you end up tearing a large gash right over your vein, blood gushing down. You take a moment to silently scream, you didn't want your captors to know you were awake, before lunging towards the door again, luckily finding it open.

However, as you swing the door open, you are met with the tall figure of Lisa, who looks at you in surprise and happiness, until her eyes land on your injured arm. She immediately pushes you back into the room, easily guiding you back into the bed and immediately grabbing the necessary items to wrap your arm. She doesn't talk while she wraps your arm but when you start to struggle and fight when she goes to put a new needle in your other arm she pins you down on the bed and hovers over your body. A sweet smile on her face and a horrifyingly loving look in her eyes.

"Baby, stop fighting. They can't hurt you now, or ever again, don't worry. I'll keep you safe. Forever, I promise."

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[dragonfly0808]

How did you decide on who to pair with who with the platonic soul mates ? I find it interesting that in cannon they never spoken to each other but they for so perfectly in your rewrite.

OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A QUESTION LIKE THIS FFUUUUUCCCCKKKK

Kay, so, the first one that was chosen was Flora and Riven.

I’ve always headcannoned that they would be besties. Just, soft girl and rough around the edges boy always make the best platonic dynamics and they’re 2 of my faves and I just thought that it would make sense for Riven to connect with Flora before any of the other girls

They both have very rough pasts but had very different responses (partially because Flora always had a support system in her family and Riven didn’t) they can bond over crappy parents and very rough situations. In a friendship group filled with royals and loving families, they are the ones who had both economic and family problems, they can relate to each other in a way that only few could

They’re biggest problems at the start of the rewrite also made them besties. Riven needs to learn to open up and be vulnerable, who better to teach him than Flora? Flora needs to learn to stand up for herself a little more, who better to teach her than Riven?

They were the easiest choice when it came to platonic soulmates.

Next chosen were Stella and Sky

Their friendship began with my choice to make Erendor, Radius and Oritel best friends. It made sense to have Stella and Sky know each other since childhood, that, combined with Stella knowing about the switcharoo created a dynamic between Stella, Brandon and Sky and from there, came the dynamic between Stella and Sky

They’ve known each other their whole lives, they bond over the pressures of being royals and struggling to communicate with their parents.

They were also both pressured into acting mature (Stella by her mom, Sky by both his parents) so it makes sense that, when together, they feel safe enough to just be goofy with each other and act like the teens that they really are.

I loved this dynamic of childhood friends bonding over the fear of growing up and having to carry more responsabilities every year but also bonding over their insane sense of duty to their respective planets.

Next came a happy accident Bloom and Timmy

Bloom and Timmy being platonic soulmates was not planned. I was writing Tecna’s birthday scene in s1 and wrote Timmy playing a car game, since Tecna was having a conversation, I wrote Bloom to be the one playing against him since I felt like those 2 would be the most intense when playing videogames, teasing and trying to kick each other to win.

That’s when it kinda clicked in my head like… wait a minute… they’re both huge nerds… huh

And that’s how they became platonic soulmates because as a fellow nerd I know that nerd friendships don’t necessarily require similar interests, just equal levels of enthusiasm when talking about said interests

Bloom is a nerd about mythology and history, Timmy is a nerd about technology and figthing technique. They bond over being able to info-dump all they want to one another and having similar levels of enthusiasm. They’re also both introverts who only become extroverts either with the extroverts that adopted them (Stella and Nabu/Brandon) or when talking to each other or about their interest

This was when the rest of the platonic soulmates were decided right as I was wrapping up s1, I knew what the last few platonic soulmates would be

Musa and Helia

She was punk, he did ballet. That’s it. That’s their dynamic

Kay so, Musa and Helia are the writers of the group. They’re not the only artists, but they’re the writers and the ones who’re the most verbal about their art if that makes sense.

They both also have a darker side that they try to keep railed in. They both have frequent nightmares and are the ones who’ve dealt with depression the most throughout their lives

I don’t want to say that they’re ‘tortured artists’ but they can bond over only being able to word certain feelings through songs and poetry. They can bond over having a knot in their throat that they’re working to get rid off that vanishes the second they have a pen in their hand

They’re the ones that have too much to say but don’t always know how to say it. How to get it out. It made sense to pair them together

Next up, Aisha and Brandon

Brandon is one of the softest of the squad. He just radiates comfort and warmth and is a protector at his core. Aisha, especially at first, really needed someone like that (aside from Flora).

Brandon really helps Aisha come out of her shell. They’re both extroverts but Aisha has a lot of social anxiety, the girls and Brandon help her out with that a lot.

They also bond over sports. They both loving pushing themselves to the limit. They bond over skateboarding, surfing, rock climbing, swimming, anything that gets them out and tired.

Aisha is also one of the few people that can get it through Brandon’s head that he doesn’t always have to be the protector. That that’s not all there is to him. That he deserves to also be protected from time to time.

Finally… Tecna and Nabu

I don’t think I can fully explain the bond between these two… these two are… comfortable silence

They are both very calm but… light… at the same time if that makes sense?

They just give me that vibe of someone that you met and just click with. They live in similar wavelengths and have similar mentalities

Tecna is compelled to trust Nabu due to his energy and the way he just… gets her effortlessly. Nabu adores Tecna because of how unapolagetic she is

They are people who just enjoy each others mere presence, they don’t try to get each other out of their comfort zones. They’ll be drinking coffee and having breakfast while casually talking and working on projects and feel so at peace just by being around each other, they have that kind of effortless yet beautiful friendship

Hope these explanations were enough to give a little peak into my thought process of choosing the platonic soulmates!

[latinapoetbts]

My Beautiful Ball & Chain - KTH & Reader > Latina (Angelica) CH 3

Warnings: adult content 18 + , drinking, and sex scenes. Summary: Angelica (Latina) (can be read as Y/N, your choice) tells the history of her unrequited love until her desired fantasies come true. From High School through college and more. She tells of the great lengths she goes to get what she wants. But at what cost for her? Does she shatter without repair? Can the one she loves give her what she wants so desperately? She will have to determine if, in the end, it was worth it all.

Introduction | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Chapter 3: Broken Promises

I had made it through the entire first year of college. I had taken one summer course and spent two weeks back home. Nothing too eventful had happened. I had managed to keep my head low, steer clear of trouble, and maintain decent grades. I had made good friends then but missed my friends at home terribly. A few visited me for one week before I came home for two weeks. Tae and I had still kept decent contact. There were also occasional drunk texts from him that definitely did not help. Drunk texts, “I miss you more than you know…”, “I want you here with me so badly,” “I hate that you left me,” and the occasional, “I’m so horny right now, I need you.” He always apologized for the horny text messages but never ever acknowledged the other text messages as if he never said them. We never spoke of my drunk phone call nor of the three months of tender calls followed by a few months of cut-off. I tried to treat him just the same as always. He was no longer dating anyone and had continued to indulge himself with friends with benefits and quick fucks. I wondered how long he could keep this up. I still had never been kissed and never been taken on a date. I had been asked out by a few but always kindly declined. No one could ever compare to Tae Hyung. I just couldn’t do it. There was still a flicker of hope that I kept alive deep within me. Even though I knew deep down there indeed was no hope, I still continued to torture myself. 

“Look at all of you all. A little reunion and a few new people as well. !” My brother Jin teased. I scanned the room and noticed the few new additions to the group that had not been there in the previous weeks. 

“Yes, This is my friend Nam Joon. Nam Joon, this is Angelica,” I smiled at him and Hobi.

“This is my girlfriend, Iesha,” Introduced Jimin. I smiled at her, too. The rest were my lovable regulars. I glanced at Tae Hyung, whose legs took up the whole seat. I cleared my throat at him. He looked up, smirking.

“Oh, I’m too comfortable this way, but there is plenty of space on my lap if you like,” he dares, quirking his eyebrow. I mirror his expression and plop myself down on his lap harshly.

“Fuck, Ang. You're going to crush the family jewels,” he barked out, pushing me to the side and recoiling his body.  I laughed out loud as my friends joined in. He pounces at me, tickling me until tears brimming my eyes as I try to fight him off. 

“Please tae!!! Please stop, I’m going to pee!”, 

“That's what you get! I’ll only stop when you call me Taedaddy”.

“Fuck you Tae! Jin help!” I beg my brother for relief.

“Nope, not this time. You shouldn't have crushed his family jewels!” laughter spilling from his lips. I bucked against his now straddling position nearly bucking off his lean frame. 

“Fine. Fine. I’ll say it...please… let me catch my breath.” I squeal out. 

“Damn Ang, I forget how strong you are and ok, I’ll let you catch your breath, 3-2-1…”. Finally, I buck with all my strength to no avail. Long, lithe fingers scaling my sides once again as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. Bastard, he knew how ticklish I was on my neck. His warm breath made me tingle head to toe. This was becoming too much for me. 

“Say it, ang. Come on, say it and I’ll stop…” his warm mouth grazing over the skin beneath my earlobe. The push and pull of his touch, laughter spilling from my lips and warmth heating my core between my legs. I was becoming aroused and couldn’t control it. 

“Ok! Taedaddy!”

“Again!”

“No! You promised you'd stop. Please tae!” I withered underneath him.

“Again”

“That’s enough Tae Hyung…”. I knew that voice. It was yoongi. A true angel coming to my rescue, from my own self inflicted turture. I felt Tae Hyungs fingers come to a halt and felt his jaw clench against my neck. I pushed up against him.

“Finally I can breathe” I laughed as Tae Hyung shifted up off of me, forcing a smile. I knew it made him angry at what Yoongi had said, but I wasn’t sure why? I wondered if he was jealous that yoongi came to my aid, or just angry that yoongi dared to tell him what to do. The room felt slight tension and my brother broke it with the suggestion of playing a game. As the night continued we laughed and played games caught up on our lives. 

“So, what about you Angelica? Are you seeing anyone back in cali, or any hot guys that got the privilege of deflowering you in a night of passion?” Lori asked her eyebrows urging me to speak. 

“Lori who the fuck says that shit!? Come on!? I’m right here!”, Jin nearly spits out his coke and rum. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry, dear brother, my flower is still perfectly intact,” I assure him, laughing. I took pride in saving myself and was not embarrassed about others knowing I was waiting. Not that I ever shamed any other females for having multiple sex partners; I just could not imagine another man touching me if it wasn’t Tae Hyung. I was willing to wait. He was worth the wait. 

“Lori, come on, Angelica will be a 40-year-old virgin waiting on the right guy”. Hobi teased.

“Or girl, you never know, I might decide I like women”, I teased back.

“Or the poster child for ‘never been kissed’, “ chimed in Jimin. 

“Nope! Don’t forget 10th grade 7 minutes in Heaven, she definitely has been kissed,” Cristine took the liberty to blurt out that distant memory. Now, I was nervous about the mentioned memory. My eyes unconsciously darted to Tae Hyung. He knew my secret or our secret. 

“Can we change the subject, big brother sitting here.”, Jin could only handle so much. I found it enduring.  Now, I was nervous about the mentioned memory. My eyes unconsciously darted to Tae Hyung. He knew my secret, or somewhat our secret. His eyes locked with mine, and there was a smirk on his beautiful lips and a playful wink of his eye.

“Jin, Angelica is a beautiful, grown-ass woman. You're going to have to adapt,” Yoongi chimes in. My eyes land on Yoongi, his gaze on me, a smile on his beautiful face.  I felt myself blush. I definitely found Yoongi attractive but never had feelings for him more than a friend. I was surprised and flattered to discover that he found me attractive.

“Ok, fine I’ve had enough of Angelica’s boring none existant sex life. Tae Hyung what about you?” Questioned Lori. I was thankful the conversation had moved on. I downed my drink and went for a refill, I was going to need another drink for this, this would be number four.

“I don’t kiss and tell Lori”. I stood catching Tae Hyungs eyes on me as I walked to refill my drink.

“ Please , you might not, but your conquests sure do, ”, She smirked.

“Well then, you can ask them to fill you in with all the details,” he replies coly as I take an empty seat next to Jin’s friend Nam Joon. I could hear the music in the background and tried to focus my eyes anywhere, knowing Tae Hyung was still looking at me. 

“All you need to know is that our innocently looking, charming Tae Hyung has turned into quite the ladies' man,” Jokes Hobi.

“He’s a star fuck boy at the Universty. And they keep coming back for more. He learned from the best, that's me” Jimin added his girlfriend Isha smacking his arm.

The room breaks into laughter. I felt my heart skin, and the room started to shrink. I needed a distraction fast. The idea that he had been with countless women was soul-crushing. 

“Nam Joon, right?” I smiled at him.

“Yes, but you can Joon as well”. 

“Ok, Joonie?”

“I like that. It's cute”, he responds.

“I think it’s enduring, unique, and smart; you're waiting. I have mad respect for that. We live in such a fast society that often replaces real love with mere fast and easy pleasure. Then, the lines become blurred. At least in my opinion.” he smiles at me with his dimples on display. He was extremely attractive. I raised my solo cup in toast and agreement.

“I can drink that”. He toast with me. We spend the next hour talking and getting to know more about each other. I found that I liked this Nam Joon a lot. He was smart, kind and mature which was a good friend for Jin to have. I was most definitely starting to feel more than buzzed but felt like I needed another drink. 

“Let me get that for you.” I smiled as Nam Joon grabbed my solo cup and went to make me another mixed drink. Buzzed flirty words were attempting to slip past my lips at a rapid pace as I struggled to keep them at bay. 

“We are out of coke, is there anymore?” I hear Nam Joon’s voice. 

“Ya, in the fridge inside the house”. Hobi shouts above the music. Nam Joon turning to walk to the house.

“I think you’ve had enough. That’s going to be five.” I could hear his deep voice as he sat too close to me on the couch. 

“Seriously? Not even my brother is keeping count. Back off Tae Hyung.” I snide, anger and jealous boiling inside of me. 

“I’m serious, that’s enough Ang. I’m just trying to watch---”

“Na uh! Don’t you cock block mister…” I place my finger on his chest, feeling the rising and falling of his breaths, chocolate brown orbs locking with mine.

“I’m 19 and it’s time for me to get my first kiss and maybe I want Joonie to be the one…” I lean into him inches from his face. 

“and stop. You're really buzzed ok.”

“No, I want to kiss.” I say louder than I mean too, with that I feel his hand slip into mine and jerk me up to stand with him as he roughly walks me out of the garage and into the house straight into hobi’s room locking the door behind us. He sits me on the bed. 

“What the fuck Tae Hyung. Back off. I’m not that buzzed!” I was so angry and jealous images of Tae kissing other girls filled my imagination. I stood against his handsome, towering figure and scowled at him.

“So you get to be this sexy fuck boy meanwhile your cock blocking me from experience my first kiss! Are you shaming me?”

“No, Ang.  do you hear yourself right now. You're blowing this way out of proportion. You don't even know this guy and you're going to give away what is so precious to you. I’m just trying to be a good---”

“Oh shut the fuck up with that good friend bull shit. Fine if you want to be a good friend to me. Then kiss me. I trust you, you’d never hurt me. Kiss me tae hyung.” I had really lost all restraint. I stood on my tip toes and leaned into him wrapping my arm around his neck drawing him close to me. He did not resist as his eyes stayed locked with mine searching for something I wasn’t sure of. Both our lips moist and parted, he was so close I could feel and sweet breath against my lips. Finally, I thought to myself. 

“Angel….no. Not like this….” I held him tighter, as tears brimmed my eyes at his rejection.

“Why not? Because I had a few drinks? So now fuck boy wants to act all chriverly? I’m not drunk. I rather you kiss me than a stranger you're right about that…” I crash my lips against his, tears falling down my cheek as he breaks away from me immediately. His hand breaking my grasp on his neck and stepping away from me.

“I’m sorry Angel. I won't kiss you, not like this….I don’t want to hurt you…and I promise to never hurt you...”

“You already have.” With that, I wiped my tears and left the room, getting my pretend happy face ready.