#laughter like a language I once spoke with ease

[carolrain]

Desert Island Discs

Thank you for tagging me, @flowertrigger and @mostlyinthemorning.

@jamilas-pen wrote:

You're stranded on a desert island, but you can pick eight recordings, a book and a luxury item to have with you. You get the complete works of Shakespeare and the Bible/other appropriate religious or philosophical book as a 'freebie'. The luxury item must be inanimate and of no use in escaping the island or allowing communication from outside. What do you take? Say as much or as little as you like about why you made those picks.

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I have some questions. Are we going to individual desert islands near each other? Will I be able to faintly hear other people’s music? How long are we staying? (Forever?) Is it really cold at night? Do I get a change of clothes? Are my sunscreen preferences taken into consideration? Is there a hairbrush, or would I have to use my “luxury” slot for that? Oh, and I’m definitely going to need some paper and a couple of pens. Could you maybe supply those?

I am assuming food is either not a concern or it’s so dismal a situation that if I packed, say, a giant chocolate bar or a jar of “everything but the bagel” seasoning it wouldn’t be worth it in the long run.

So, basically, my list focuses on keeping my brain busy and my spirits up.

Recordings

Music-wise, that means I chose songs I could sing along to and/or play air piano with and/or work on memorizing the lyrics and/or play over and over and over and over again. They’re also songs that remind me of people and times I could write about or think about a lot without becoming walk-into-the-ocean depressed.

Beautiful Mess by Kasey Chambers

2. Honesty by Noah Reid

3. Language or the Kiss by the Indigo Girls

4. Leaving on a Jet Plane by Peter, Paul and Mary (I really want to say John Denver’s version, but it comes down to me just not being able to sing along to him well, which would be too frustrating, so I’m going with this one instead.)

5. George Winston’s piano version of Pachelbel’s Canon in D (I feel like it might be really uncool to say you love this song? But I love this song. Ugh, and this is the best arrangement, you can trust me, because I’ve listened to them all.)

6. Red Dirt Girl by Emmylou Harris

7. Texas River Song by Lyle Lovett (Hmm, see, I have this kind of dirty parody of this half-written, but only in my mind, and I do a little harmonizing that I’ve worked out? So I feel like on a desert island I’d have plenty of time to finish it up and write down the definitive version.)

8. Unfinished Life by Kate Wolf

+1 song I very sadly and with much regret bumped off the list: Outfit by Jason Isbell

Book

I didn’t think too hard about this. I’m just going with my instincts and the first thing I thought of, which is the complete works of Jane Austen, which I know can be found all in one volume. I’ve only read one of her novels (Mansfield Park—why? I do not know), but I know I’d like them. They wouldn’t be fast reads, so I wouldn’t tear through them too quickly, and they’d reward rereading.

Luxury Item

Assuming I’ve already got a ream of paper and a pack of pens to write down my Lyle Lovett thoughts and my Jane Austen essays and my fanfic and my messages for the bottles (are there bottles?), I’m going to go with a quilt that I’ve made and is at the barely-started hand quilting stage. (Can I pack my thread and needles and scissors to go with it? What if I sewed a little pocket and hid the supplies inside, then would it count as one item?) I figure it gives me something to do that’s different from writing or music, plus it has practical value in warmth and shade.

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[satellite-evans]

you don't have to be sorry

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Harry learns why you refuse to let him pay, uncovering your painful past.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: past abusive relationship, little angst, fluff

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

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Harry had always found joy in giving. Growing up, even when he didn’t have much, he’d learned that the look on someone’s face when you did something kind for them was worth more than anything money could buy. That lesson had carried over into his adult life, especially once his career took off and his world expanded in ways he’d never anticipated. He loved surprising his family with impromptu vacations, treating his friends to dinners just because, and going the extra mile to make everyone around him feel cared for.

When he met you, he found himself wanting to do those little things even more. Your smile was infectious, your laugh a melody he didn’t know he’d been missing until you came along. You were so strong, so independent, and it only made him more drawn to you, your kindness, and your spirit. From early on, he’d noticed that you carried yourself with an ease that spoke of someone who’d learned to take care of themselves, and he admired it. You were thoughtful, always prepared, and fiercely capable of handling things on your own.

Still, that didn’t stop Harry from wanting to treat you. From the beginning, he’d try to pick up the tab here and there, take you out for meals he knew you’d love, or surprise you with little things—your favorite flowers, a new book he thought you might enjoy. But each time he tried, you’d flash that polite, unwavering smile and insist on paying your own way. It wasn’t just a gesture, either. It was firm, unyielding, and Harry quickly learned that it was one boundary you weren’t willing to compromise.

He brushed it off at first, thinking maybe it was just the way you were. And in a way, he appreciated your independence. He knew you’d never take advantage of his generosity, and that was part of what made him feel so strongly for you. But as time went on, he couldn’t help but notice the subtle ways you’d tense up when he offered to pay, how your expression would harden slightly when he’d suggest covering the check. It was almost as if his offers triggered something in you, something you seemed determined to hide but couldn’t fully suppress.

And so, he kept quiet, telling himself not to pry, to respect your independence. Yet, as the months went on, he found that it bothered him more than he wanted to admit. It wasn’t that he wanted to be the one to pay, necessarily—it was that he wanted to feel like he could express his love without it feeling like a violation. He wanted you to feel comfortable enough to let him in, to let him care for you in a way that didn’t make you feel trapped.

One evening in late autumn, he planned a special dinner. The two of you had been talking about going to this small bistro on the outskirts of town for a while. It was an intimate spot with candle-lit tables and soft jazz playing in the background, and Harry knew you’d love it. The idea of spending a quiet, meaningful night there with you had stayed on his mind for weeks.

The evening was perfect. The glow from the restaurant’s lanterns bathed the room in a warm, amber light, casting a soft radiance on your face that made you look even more beautiful than usual. Your laughter floated through the air as you both shared stories and exchanged glances, and Harry felt the gentle comfort of being in your presence, something he’d come to treasure more than he’d ever thought possible.

When the bill finally arrived, he reached for it out of habit, ready to do what he’d long hoped to: treat you to something special, just because he wanted to. But, as always, you beat him to it, your card already in hand, that same polite but unwavering determination in your eyes.

“Please, love,” he murmured, placing a hand gently over yours before you could hand the card to the waiter. “Let me take care of this one, alright?”

Your smile faltered just for a second, and he saw a flicker of something in your eyes—something that didn’t quite match the confident independence you usually displayed. It was a look of hesitation, one that seemed out of place for you, and Harry couldn’t ignore it any longer. The moment was brief, gone as quickly as it came, but it was enough to stir his concern.

As the two of you walked out of the restaurant, Harry held your hand, feeling the cool night breeze brush against your skin as you strolled down the quiet, lamp-lit street. His mind was still on that moment at the table, the look in your eyes that hinted at something more, something you’d been keeping from him.

He stopped walking, gently pulling you to a halt beside him, his fingers still laced with yours as he looked down at you, his eyes soft and filled with a quiet concern.

��Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice low, careful. “I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, but… why don’t you ever let me pay? I know you’re independent, and I love that about you. But… it feels like there’s something more to it. Like you’re keeping something from me.”

You met his gaze for a moment, but quickly looked away, shifting under the weight of his words. He could see a hint of tension in your shoulders, the way your hand tightened slightly around his, as if you were bracing yourself against an invisible force.

“It’s… it’s not about you, Harry,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I hope you know that. This is just… it’s something I’ve had to do for myself.”

He nodded, encouraging you to continue without saying a word. He could see you struggling to find the right words, the weight of something unspoken pressing down on you, as if the memories you carried were too painful to release.

“My last relationship was… it was complicated,” you finally said, your voice wavering slightly. “My ex… he was controlling. It wasn’t like this—it wasn’t done out of kindness, or love. It was… it was about power.”

Harry felt his heart sink as he watched you, his own feelings of helplessness swelling inside him as he realized just how deeply those past experiences had affected you. His fingers tightened around yours, as if to ground you, to remind you that he was there, listening.

“He… wouldn’t let me pay for anything either,” you continued, your gaze distant as if you were looking back at a memory you’d tried to bury. “He wouldn’t let me work. He’d tell me it was because he wanted to take care of me, but it was… it was more than that. He made sure I depended on him for everything. And whenever I used his money, he’d remind me that I wouldn’t have anything without him.”

You swallowed hard, the pain in your eyes raw, the vulnerability in your expression stark against the mask of strength you usually wore.

“It was like… like every time I let him pay, he took a piece of me with it. I felt like I was losing myself, one little piece at a time.”

Harry felt a swell of emotions surge through him, a mix of anger, sorrow, and helplessness. He hated the thought of you going through that, hated the idea that someone had taken advantage of your trust, had tried to mold you into something you weren’t. The thought of someone treating you that way filled him with a protective instinct he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Oh, love,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he reached up, gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you went through that. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

The warmth of his hand against your cheek was grounding, soothing, a reminder of the safety you felt with him—a safety that was new, unfamiliar, and terrifying in its own way. You looked up at him, feeling the walls you’d carefully built around yourself begin to crumble, the armor you’d worn to protect yourself falling away under the gentle strength of his gaze.

“I didn’t want to feel that way again,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath. “When I finally left, I promised myself I’d be independent, that I’d never let anyone have that kind of power over me again. I didn’t want to feel… trapped.”

Harry listened, his heart breaking for the pain you’d carried alone for so long. He wanted nothing more than to reach into those memories and erase every moment of hurt, to go back and shield you from the scars that man had left behind. But he knew he couldn’t change the past. All he could do was be here, fully and completely, for you now.

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a warm, protective embrace, as if his presence could somehow shelter you from every painful memory, every scar that still lingered. You felt yourself relax in his hold, the tension in your body melting away as you allowed yourself to simply be, to feel safe, without fear.

He held you for what felt like an eternity, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. Finally, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still resting on your shoulders, his gaze filled with a tenderness that took your breath away.

" I'm sorry." You said in a whisper, almost unhearable to him. Almost.

“ Oh lovie. I’m here for you,” he said softly, his voice a gentle promise. “You don’t have to carry this alone. You don't have to be sorry. I’ll never make you feel that way, I promise. You’re safe with me.”

The sincerity in his words touched something deep within you, and for the first time, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could let go of the past. You took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders as you allowed yourself to lean into his warmth, to trust in the quiet strength of his presence.

“Thank you, Harry,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of gratitude and relief. “I don’t think you know how much this means to me.”

He smiled, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as you continued your walk down the quiet street. The world around you felt different somehow, softer, brighter, as if the warmth of his love had transformed the cold night into something beautiful.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Harry glanced at you with a playful grin. “You know, I was thinking… if you keep insisting on paying for everything, I might just have to start charging you a fee for dating me.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh really? And what would that fee be?”

“Let’s see… one home-cooked dinner a month, plus unlimited cuddle time, and maybe a few spontaneous trips to the ice cream shop,” he replied, feigning seriousness with a cheeky smile.

“Sounds like a bargain, but you might want to raise your rates. I’m a high-maintenance girlfriend,” you shot back, a playful glint in your eye.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “High-maintenance? lovie, I don’t know if I can handle that kind of pressure.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll throw in a free consultation on how to keep your wallet healthy. You know, just in case you want to save up for our future yacht,” you teased, your tone light.

“Ah, yes! The yacht. I’ll need a solid financial plan for that one,” he said, nodding dramatically. “Maybe we should just start a joint account: ‘Harry and Y/N’s Fund for Epic Adventures.’”

“Only if I get to choose the adventures,” you countered with a grin.

“Deal! Just promise me one thing,” he said, suddenly serious.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Promise you’ll never stop being you—independent, sassy, and always ready to take the lead when it comes to dinner bills,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

You laughed, feeling your heart swell. “Oh, I won’t! But fair warning: you’ll always be my favourite plus-one, even if you are a bit of a freeloader.”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Freeloader? I’ll have you know, I bring a lot to this relationship—like charm, good looks, and the occasional serenade!”

“Okay, you’ve got a point there,” you conceded, shaking your head with a laugh. “But just wait until I hit the jackpot. You won’t know what hit you when I start treating you!”

With laughter and lightness in the air, you both continued your walk, the future feeling bright and filled with promise, all while playfully nudging each other along the way.

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Reunion

Shanks x reader

suggestive

Words: 531

Just short story based on this prompt:

"You look... different. Hair cut?" "I lost an arm." "I know. The hair cut thing was a farce. I just didn't want to be rude. But since you brought it up, what the hell happened to you?"

English is not my first language

Masterlist

Shanks was sitting alone in the bar, his back to the door. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, hiding his amputated arm. However- a familiar voice behind him spoke. “You look... different. Hair cut?”

Shanks turned to see you, his old friend leaning casually against the bar, a teasing smile playing on your lips. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk forming. “I lost an arm,” he replied, his tone serious, though he felt a spark of warmth at your presence.

Your laughter chimed, light and airy, cutting through the tension. “I know... The haircut thing was a farce. I couldn’t help but acknowledge that. But since you brought it up, what the hell happened to you?”

He sighed, casting a glance at the empty space where his arm used to be. “When I was saving Luffy... I lost my arm. It was a heat-of-the-moment kind of thing. The adrenaline kept the pain at bay until it all faded away.”

“I see.” Your voice was soft now, laced with sympathy. A glimmer of understanding flickered in your eyes. “Well, that’s too bad. I kinda liked that hand. It was quite entertaining,” you mused with an unmistakable innuendo.

Shanks snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “Really? You’re focusing on that during my tragic story?” he joked, a genuine smile creeping onto his face. Your ability to lighten the mood was a breath of fresh air.

“Hey, if you want to stay all mopey about it, be my guest. Just makes it less fun, doesn’t it?” you shot back, your grin wide and teasing.

The atmosphere shifted, warmth replacing the somber weight that had lingered in the air. Shanks leaned back, propping himself on the bar with his good arm, a comfortable ease settling over him. “You’ve never gotten any less sarcastic, have you?”

“Never have, never will,” you replied, your smile unwavering.

“It’s good to see you again,” he said, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. “Too bad we don’t see each other much nowadays, huh?”

“Yeah, but at least we can hang every once in a while,” you responded, your tone light, matching the newfound ease in the air.

“True,” he nodded, grateful for the familiarity of your presence. He had missed your playful banter and the comfort that came with it.

As your conversation flowed, he found himself admiring how beautiful you still looked, the years only adding to your charm. With a teasing smirk, he leaned slightly closer. “Well, at least my other hand and mouth still work,” he hinted, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh really?” you replied, your voice dripping with intrigue as you met his gaze, a smirk of your own growing. “You offering?”

“I might be,” he said softly, his confidence surging. He tilted his head, locking eyes with you, a challenge hanging in the air.

Your amusement danced in your eyes as you leaned closer, your tone smooth and inviting. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”

He felt a rush of exhilaration at your response, leaning in even further, the distance between you shrinking. “Noted for later,” he murmured, a cocky smirk spreading across his face.

[lovezbrownies]

The Anchor (F!Yandere former? Bully X GN!Reader.)

Lauren's Masterlist - General Masterlist.

Synopsis: Lauren is older, you are older, and both of you are bound forever through your three children.

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2

Warnings: Lauren becomes her mother lol, Stay-at-home Parent Darling, kind of strict Lauren? She's soft though, some suggestive themes, Lauren pregnant again.

The years slipped by, each one layering itself over the last, like bricks in the sturdy home you and Lauren had built. Now at 28, both of you had settled into roles defined by routines and expectations—but under the surface, everything was charged by the current of Lauren's silent yet fervent obsession, one that had only deepened since your early days together. She was the formidable scientist following in her mother’s legacy, a woman of steely composure whose love for her family was as unyielding as it was quietly guarded. You, meanwhile, had become the anchor at home, managing the lively rhythms of four children who filled each day with a mix of chaos and joy.

Evenings often followed a predictable cadence, each step unwinding with clockwork precision. Tonight, as usual, the house was alive with activity: your two older children were chattering in the kitchen, eagerly detailing their day’s escapades, while the youngest toddled clumsily across the living room floor, your steady hand guiding them. Lauren sat at the dining table, her presence commanding without a word, her gaze focused intently on her tablet as she scanned through the day's research notes. She wasn’t one to indulge in the laughter or the noise, but her presence anchored the room, an unspoken force that even the children instinctively respected.

You knew she loved them—knew it in the careful, almost clinical way she would observe each of them, studying their expressions and behaviors with a mixture of pride and possessive protectiveness. She didn’t need to say it; her every gesture showed it. Yet, it was her watchful eyes on you, always, that spoke the loudest of her devotion. There was a hunger, an all-consuming intensity that filled the space between you like a secret language only you understood.

As you guided the youngest toward a toy pile, Lauren’s voice cut through the chatter, cool and steady.

“Enough with the games,” she instructed, not unkindly but with an unmistakable edge. “Time for bed. Now.”

The children’s laughter subsided at once, and in a hushed murmur, they collected their scattered toys and tidied up. Even the older ones, who sometimes attempted their small rebellions, knew not to challenge her tonight. They cast you quick, fleeting glances as if hoping you might ease the severity in her tone. You offered them an encouraging smile, shepherding them toward their rooms, even as Lauren’s gaze lingered on you.

When the house finally quieted and each child was tucked in, you turned back to find her standing in the hallway, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that was both magnetic and unsettling. It was a look you had come to recognize—a blend of longing, obsession, and the fierce, possessive love she held for you alone. Her career, her meticulous research, her reputation as a leading scientist—all of it paled in comparison to the devotion she reserved for you. In her eyes, you were a prize worth every sacrifice, every careful calculation she’d made over the years to keep you bound to her.

“You’ve been busy,” she remarked, her voice a low murmur as she crossed the distance between you with measured steps.

You offered a soft smile, leaning back against the wall as she closed in, her hands finding their way to your hips, her fingers cool and deliberate against your skin. “Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t fall apart.”

She let out a quiet chuckle, a rare, almost imperceptible sound, though her eyes remained serious. “And you’ve been doing quite well. Too well, perhaps. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoy it more than being with me.”

The accusation in her tone was subtle, veiled by the faintest trace of humor, but you knew better than to brush it off lightly. With Lauren, even the smallest hint of perceived neglect could provoke that possessive streak she worked so hard to contain. Over the years, you’d learned to navigate the delicate balance between appeasing her and maintaining some semblance of independence. Tonight, you knew exactly how to respond.

“Come on,” you whispered, slipping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Her eyes softened, but only slightly, the hardness there melting just enough for you to see the vulnerable intensity she kept hidden from everyone else. Her hands slid up your waist, pressing firmly against your back as if to ensure you were real, here, tethered to her in a way no one could ever sever.

“You know I can’t stand it when you’re too wrapped up in them,” she murmured, her words laced with both frustration and longing. “I didn’t build this life just to watch you drift away.”

There it was, the fear beneath her composure, the possessive ache that seemed to drive her every action, her every unspoken promise to keep you as close as possible. It was a side of her that rarely showed itself so openly, a glimpse of the profound vulnerability that simmered beneath her cold exterior.

You cupped her face gently, your thumb grazing her cheek, a small gesture of reassurance. “I’m not drifting anywhere. You know that, right?”

For a moment, her expression softened completely, the barest hint of relief washing over her as she closed her eyes, resting her forehead against yours. “I know,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper. “But sometimes I think… you don’t realize just how much I need you. How much everything else depends on you being right here.”

There was a finality to her words, a quiet, resolute declaration of the depth of her obsession, one that had only grown more intense over the years. She pulled you closer, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, a reminder of the hold she had over you, the claim she’d staked that neither time nor distance could weaken.

The kiss deepened, her grip tightening as if she were afraid you might vanish into thin air, the weight of her obsession pressing down on you in the most intoxicating way. You could feel the years of her devotion, the unwavering focus she’d poured into building this life, this family—all for you. To her, you were more than a partner; you were her anchor, her constant, the only person she allowed herself to be vulnerable with, the one piece of her world she refused to let slip away.

When she finally pulled back, her gaze lingered on you, her hands tracing gentle patterns along your arms as if committing every inch of you to memory. “Come on,” she said quietly, leading you toward the bedroom with a possessive grip on your hand. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you to myself.”

In the bedroom, she shed the last of her stoic composure, her movements uncharacteristically tender yet fiercely possessive, her need for you evident in every touch, every whispered word. She held you close, her hands roaming over your skin with the kind of reverence that only someone as intense as Lauren could possess. It was as if she were reclaiming you, reminding you that no matter the years, no matter the demands of family life, you would always belong to her in a way no one else could.

The night passed in quiet murmurs and lingering touches, Lauren’s gaze never leaving yours, as if afraid that you might slip away if she let go even for a moment. When she finally drifted to sleep, her arm draped possessively over you, you lay beside her, watching the faint rise and fall of her breathing, the softened lines of her face in the moonlight.

It struck you then, as it did in quiet moments like these, just how deeply she loved you—loved you in a way that defied simple explanations, a love that bordered on obsession but never crossed the line into cruelty. She was a paradox of control and vulnerability, a woman who commanded respect and demanded loyalty yet found herself utterly and irrevocably devoted to you.

In the dim silence of the room, you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, your fingers brushing over her hair. You were hers, undeniably, just as she was yours, and no amount of time or distance could change that.

The morning came too soon, the quiet hum of life picking up once more as the children woke, filling the house with their laughter and boundless energy. Lauren was already up, her face a mask of serene authority as she sipped her coffee, glancing occasionally at the tablet displaying her research notes. Her eyes found yours across the table, a subtle but unmistakable possessiveness simmering just beneath the surface—a silent reminder that, even amidst the chaos, you were hers.

You offered her a soft smile, a silent promise that, no matter what, you weren’t going anywhere. And in that unspoken vow, you found a peace that only she could bring, an understanding that in this life, you belonged to each other, bound by love and a shared obsession that would endure forever.

The morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, casting a warm glow across the room. The children were already immersed in their breakfast, the older two animatedly chattering about their plans for the day, while the younger ones focused on their plates, occasionally glancing up at you with sleepy, contented smiles. Lauren’s gaze never wandered far from you, a quiet, all-seeing presence even as she balanced her coffee in one hand and scrolled through her research notes with the other.

It wasn’t uncommon for her to mix family time with work; in fact, it was her habit, something she managed with the same unflinching focus she applied to everything else in her life. She never seemed to slow down, her mind always moving, always calculating. But when she looked at you now, a flicker of softness crossed her face, gone in an instant but unmistakable.

After breakfast, you busied yourself with the usual routines—packing the kids' lunches, gathering school bags, and shooing the older two out the door. As you helped the youngest into their coat, Lauren’s voice drifted over from the hallway, where she’d slipped into her shoes and coat, preparing to leave for the lab.

“I’ll be home late tonight,” she announced, her tone more a statement than a warning, though her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that held unspoken meaning. “But don’t stay up for me.”

You knew what that meant: another late night buried in work, another evening where the children would fall asleep without seeing her, their eager questions about her day left unanswered. Despite her authoritative demeanor, she rarely allowed her absence to sting; she would always find ways to make up for it later with a quiet, observant gesture that showed she’d been watching all along. Yet, there was always that subtle ache, a reminder of the boundaries she held even with those closest to her.

“Got it,” you replied with a reassuring smile, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as you gathered the last of the bags. “But I’ll keep the tea warm, just in case you change your mind.”

A flicker of amusement passed over her face, and for a moment, you saw the depth of her affection hidden beneath that inscrutable gaze. She stepped closer, her hand finding yours in a rare, public gesture of intimacy that made your pulse quicken. Her grip was firm, almost possessive, and she leaned in, her voice low and meant only for you.

“Good,” she murmured, her thumb grazing your knuckles, sending a chill up your spine. “I don’t want you to forget that you’re mine—even on the busiest days.”

Her words lingered in the air, a soft promise and a reminder of the invisible tether that bound you to her, a connection that time, family, and career had only strengthened. There was no need to reply; she understood your silence as much as your words, a testament to the unspoken language you had shared since the beginning.

With a final squeeze, she released your hand, turning toward the door with her usual brisk pace, her coat swaying with each step. As she left, you couldn’t shake the feeling of her gaze still on you, the invisible mark of her presence that seemed to linger long after she’d gone. It was a mark you wore willingly, even proudly, knowing that to her, you were more than just a partner; you were her anchor, her obsession, the one constant in a world she controlled with clinical precision.

The day passed in a gentle blur. Between errands, managing the household, and tending to the children, you found yourself in the comfortable rhythm of daily life, each task a quiet reminder of the home you and Lauren had built together. Yet, by evening, a soft loneliness settled over you, a familiar ache that came whenever she was away for too long.

You gathered the children for dinner, their laughter and chatter filling the kitchen as they shared stories about their day. They each had bits of her in them—the sharp intelligence, the quiet resilience, and, for better or worse, that keen observance that often left you caught off guard. As the dishes were cleared, their bedtime routines completed, the house fell into a rare, quiet stillness, a stillness you knew would stretch until Lauren’s return.

As midnight approached, you sat curled on the living room couch, a steaming cup of tea in your hands, waiting despite her instructions not to. A distant sense of anticipation filled you, a quiet, expectant energy that grew stronger with each passing hour. You had long since grown accustomed to her late returns, the scent of her coat, the brisk way she would recount her day before collapsing beside you. Yet tonight, something felt different, a subtle shift in the atmosphere, as if even the silence was holding its breath.

It was well past midnight when the door finally creaked open, and there she was, her silhouette framed against the darkened hallway. Her posture was as composed as always, though her face bore the faint exhaustion of a long day’s work. She set her bag down with a quiet grace, her gaze finding you immediately, her eyes narrowing slightly as she noted the tea waiting on the table.

“You didn’t listen,” she said softly, a glint of something unreadable in her expression as she stepped closer. “I told you not to wait up.”

You shrugged, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you held out the cup. “Guess I couldn’t help myself.”

A faint smile graced her lips, a softness breaking through the mask she wore so well. She took the cup from your hands, her fingers grazing yours, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to matter. She sank onto the couch beside you, sipping the tea in thoughtful silence, her gaze far away yet rooted in the here and now, tethered to you.

There was a peace in these quiet moments, a stillness that belonged to the two of you alone. She was still the same Lauren, with her walls and her calculating gaze, yet here, with you, she allowed herself to relax, to let her guard down in a way that felt both sacred and fragile.

Finally, she set the cup down, her gaze returning to you with a fierce, possessive warmth that sent a familiar shiver down your spine. “I can’t stand being away for so long,” she admitted, her voice low, almost vulnerable. “You keep this place together, the children… everything. I don’t say it enough, but—” She paused, her hand reaching for yours, her grip firm and unyielding. “You’re everything to me. You know that, don’t you?”

Her words settled over you like a vow, a promise steeped in the depth of her obsession, a devotion that went beyond words, beyond reason. You nodded, your thumb brushing over her hand as you met her gaze, a silent affirmation of the bond you shared, a bond that neither time nor distance could weaken.

In that quiet exchange, you felt the full weight of her love, the possessive strength of her obsession, and the unbreakable connection that held you both. And as she leaned into you, resting her head against your shoulder, you knew that, whatever the future held, you were hers, irrevocably and completely, bound by a love that was as fierce as it was enduring.

The first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft, rosy light. Lauren was already up, sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, her gaze distant, a faint frown etched into her brow. You lay nestled beneath the covers, still half-asleep, only vaguely aware of her unusual stillness beside you.

She didn’t often rise before her alarm—it was more like her to snatch every last second of rest she could, guarding her energy for the long day ahead. But this morning was different. She’d felt it all night: a restless, inexplicable ache that tugged at her, lingering even in her sleep, only intensifying as the morning approached. It wasn’t the familiar weariness of her late nights, nor was it her characteristic resolve kicking in at the start of another day. This was something else.

She reached for her phone, an uneasy suspicion forming in her mind as she scrolled, her fingers moving with a methodical precision, pulling up dates, counting backwards, calculating in that sharp, clinical way of hers. Her gaze grew sharper as realization dawned, and suddenly the quiet uncertainty gave way to something far more profound—a fierce, heady excitement tempered by her usual resolve.

A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across her lips.

As if sensing the shift, you stirred, blinking groggily as you propped yourself up on an elbow, glancing at her with a sleepily questioning look. “Everything alright?”

She looked at you, her expression softer than you’d ever seen, her eyes reflecting a possessiveness laced with undeniable joy. For a moment, she simply took you in, as though committing every detail of this moment to memory, from the warmth of the morning light across your face to the way your eyes searched hers, filled with a trust that she held as dearly as life itself.

Finally, she leaned over, brushing her fingers gently along your cheek, a rare tenderness in her touch. Her words were a whisper, yet they held a quiet thrill, one she could barely contain.

“I’m pregnant,” she murmured, as if saying it aloud would break the fragile beauty of the revelation. “We’re going to have another child.”

The room seemed to hold its breath, your drowsiness slipping away instantly as you absorbed the weight of her words. A warmth flooded your heart, joy mingling with a sense of awe as you reached for her hand, squeezing it with a quiet wonder.

Her gaze never left you, her smile growing as she took in the way your expression shifted, your own delight mirroring hers. The intensity of her stare was unmistakable, filled with the same possessive devotion she had for everything she held dear. And now, with this new life stirring within her, you knew that her fierce love would only deepen, her protective obsession tightening even more around the family you had built together.

Lauren’s hand remained firmly in yours as the two of you sat in that silent, sacred moment, the unspoken promise between you rekindled once again. You were hers, and she was yours—now and always, bound by a love that would shape not only your lives, but the lives of your children, each one carrying a part of that fierce, unbreakable connection you shared.

The new day was just beginning, filled with possibilities, challenges, and the quiet certainty that whatever came next, you would face it together—stronger, and more bound together than ever before.

[80s4life]

Henry Hill, Tommy DeVito & Jimmy Conway with a Southern S/O Headcanons

Word Count: 986

Status: Requested!

Ask: Hi!! Idk if you still write for Goodfellas, but can I have some Hc’s for Jimmy, Tommy, and Henry with an s/o who’s southern and is kinda embarrassed about it. Like whenever they’re with friends they won’t talk much because of their accent (I hope this makes sense😭😭) 

@: an adorable Nonny

A/N: Nonny! How did you know I live in South Carolina?!

Fandom: Goodfellas 1990

Relationship(s): Henry Hill x Reader, Tommy DeVito x Reader, James “Jimmy” Conway x Reader

Summary: Headcanons that star a shy Southern Reader and how Henry Hill, Tommy DeVito, and Jimmy Conway react to them.

Warnings: fluffy, some violence (it’s Goodfellas), strong language (again, it’s Goodfellas)

{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @a-scribes-words​, @versatilealienlady​ and @fangirl-imagines​}

{My babies}

Henry Hill:

Henry idolizes your voice.

This was one of the first things that had caught Henry’s attention when he met you

He had seen you from across the bar of the most richest mobsters, your friend’s arm slung around your shoulders and stringing you along, trying to catch them a gangster

He heard your voice above the normal Brooklyn chatter, very smooth and reminded him of whiskey, horses, and warm sunshine

He smirked at you, watching as you mostly kept your gaze to the floor and only spoke when directly spoken to. He could tell there was something behind the silence and he wanted to know more.

So, he did as any guy his age would do with an inflated ego, and he called both you and your friend to the table

Once you guys were together, he always kept you tucked at his side, arm slung around you to calm and ease your nerves

He always chided anyone who made a comment on your accent and always poked and prodded you to make your opinion known at the table

Many times, more than you could count, he would smirk brightly as he watched you and Tommy go back and forth with your banter, your caution to the wind as you partied in the moment just as he had wanted you to

He’s very comforting and aware of your embarrassment, but convinces you that there is nothing to be embarrassed about

Your voice is music to his ease and a calming difference compared to the loud, noisy, and ignorant New Yorkers

He loves your mannerisms and the way you take extra care

You can read a room and lighten one if need be, but your always a calming force that can part the waves of the men around you, even if you either don’t take notice or realize

He thinks your voice is power (especially when he brings you into the business).

You’re his Apple or Apple of His Eye or call you variations of apples

Tommy DeVito:

Tommy adores your voice.

His mother loves you - let’s start there

Tommy is hectic and crazy, but your voice is that calming reminder to take things slower and take a step back, not everything has to be fought for

He met you at a cafe, talking to one of your colleagues over breakfast. He was coming in after a hangover and dead night, having not struck a match with any women or bringing them home as he’d hoped.

When you two got to talking, he was not-so-smooth and blunt about his immediate fondness for you and your voice in particular

He didn’t waste time after he met you, always calling, always inviting you places, and wanting to buy you the world

Your voice was one of the greater things he enjoyed and adored about you

He loved the way you would yell at people as he got you to be more open, a stark contrast from New Yorkers

He loved the way you differentiated words. With New Yorkers, their accent is more pronounced and accentuate every syllable, with your Southern accent tended to leave some letters or vowels out

Your relationship is not easy, which is why you always tend to go to his mother for some support

When you fight, and you will, most arguments tend to end in laughter as he would get confused as to what you said or how you said it, a deep look of confusion passing over his face with loud silence before breaking into hysterical laughter

Your voice is a calming wind that settles a long, hot summer night, and he never forgets to apologise and make everything right

You are his one and only, and he makes sure to never forget that

You’re his Junebug, and he loves you more than anyone or anything

James “Jimmy” Conway:

Jimmy is entranced by your voice.

Jimmy is old-fashioned, and with his usual chivalry, it fit right in with your customs

He met you at the library. He was getting the novel, “Iron War,” to settle his nerves and to take some notes on how to overcome the problems arising in the gang, you were looking at “Pride and Prejudice” to read for fun

He not-so-subtly inched closer to you in chairs before you were right across from each other at a table, and hit it off from there

One thing you both enjoyed was the comfortable silence you guys could have while not having any ill-intentions, anger, or hatred for each other. You could sit across the house facing each other, doing your own things and you would both be content

He takes you dancing a lot, just to listen to jazz and combine as one, and he loved to hear your voice sing the soft melodies

You were intoxicating

You guys molded perfectly together from the start and it only maid sense that he’d find himself a southerner

Your voice is like silk to him, and he just couldn’t stop until he had you

he adores your voice and the way you go about things (thanks to the southern lifestyle)

You’re both respectful and blunt, except yours is more like an indirect insult and his is just salt-on-a-wound-blunt

He tells you time and time again to not be afraid and embarrassed with your voice because it is just as powerful and unique as the next person

He makes you feel comfortable and encourages you to speak your mind, bring you out of your shell

Your voice is a turn-on, especially in arguments

Your a drug to him. Just hearing your voice makes him seek you out from across the room and have him running just to be up close and hear you

Whether your voice is more high-pitched or deep, it’s gorgeous. Just like you, his Sunflower

[realsgwife]

Gloryhole

"How many more hours until we land?" Sally asked, her voice a soft blend of boredom and hope. 

"Just three more," the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, the words echoing through the cabin. 

Her eyes flicked to the younger steward passing by, his name tag glinting in the artificial light. Kenneth. She had noticed him during the pre-flight briefing, his energy a stark contrast to the weariness that seemed to cling to the rest of the crew. 

"Would you like me to bring you anything?" Kenneth offered, pausing in his steps. 

Sally considered the offer, her eyes lingering on the tray of beverages he balanced with ease. "No, I'm fine. Thank you." 

His smile was polite, yet there was something in his eyes that made her look away, a spark of curiosity that seemed to dance around the edges of propriety. She couldn't quite place it, but it was there. 

The flight to Amsterdam dragged on, the hum of the aircraft's engines lulling the passengers into a state of forced tranquility. Sally went through the motions of her job, serving drinks and reassuring nervous flyers, all the while aware of Kenneth's glances. He was new, she had heard, a junior steward eager to make a good impression. 

After the final meal service, she found herself in the galley, her hands trembling slightly as she washed the last of the dishes. Kenneth appeared beside her, his youthful face a stark contrast to her own reflection in the stainless steel. 

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low. 

Sally took a deep breath, pushing down the flutter in her stomach. "Just tired," she lied. 

He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a beat too long before he spoke again. "I know a great place for dinner when we land. Care to join me?" 

Her heart skipped. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her out, especially someone so much younger. But something about the way he said it, the confidence in his tone, made her feel seen in a way she hadn't in years. 

"I'd love to," she said, her voice a little too bright. 

The remaining hours of the flight seemed to stretch on forever, but finally, the wheels of the aircraft touched down on Dutch soil. The passengers applauded, jolting Sally out of her daydream. As they filed off the plane, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation for what the night might hold. 

Once they had cleared customs and collected their luggage, Kenneth led her through the bustling streets of Amsterdam. The city was alive with a vibrant energy that made Sally feel both invigorated and slightly overwhelmed. She had been to the city before, but never like this. 

"I know just the spot," he said, guiding her down a narrow alleyway. "It's a local favorite." 

The restaurant was tucked away, a cozy little place with candles flickering on the tables and the scent of garlic and wine in the air. Kenneth ordered for them in Dutch, his accent surprisingly good for someone who had only learned the language for his job. 

The conversation flowed easily between them, a mix of work stories and shared laughter. He was charming, attentive, and she found herself relaxing in his company. The wine helped, too. 

As the meal drew to a close, Kenneth leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "There's something else I want to show you. Something...different." 

Her eyes widened slightly, but she felt a thrill of excitement. "Okay," she said, her voice a breathy agreement. 

They stepped out into the cool night air, the cobblestones slippery under her heels. Kenneth took her hand, leading her through a maze of streets that grew darker and quieter until they stopped in front of a nondescript shop with a green neon sign. 

"This is it," he said, pushing open the door. 

The smell of cannabis hit her like a wave, thick and pungent. Sally had never been in a place like this before, but she didn't protest. Instead, she allowed herself to be led into the warm, dimly lit space, where the walls were lined with jars of colorful buds and the air was hazy with the sweet scent of marijuana. Kenneth moved with ease, pointing out different strains and explaining their effects with the enthusiasm of a sommelier discussing fine wine. 

"So, what do you think?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. 

"It's...interesting," Sally said, her cheeks flushing. She had always been curious about the infamous Amsterdam coffee shops, but had never had the nerve to visit one alone. 

"You should try it," Kenneth encouraged, his voice a gentle coax. "It'll help you relax." 

They sat in a corner booth, the glow from the neon lights casting an otherworldly hue on their faces. Sally took a tentative puff from the joint he had rolled for her, feeling the smoke fill her lungs before releasing it in a slow exhale. The conversation grew easier as the tension between them loosened, the topics veering from the mundane to the intimate. Kenneth spoke of his past relationships with a candidness that surprised her, and she found herself opening up about her own divorce. 

As the effects of the weed began to settle in, the edges of the world grew softer, the sounds of the city outside muffled. Sally felt a warm buzz spread through her body, a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced in years. Kenneth's hand brushed against hers on the table, and she didn't pull away. 

"Ready for the next adventure?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. 

Her heart racing, Sally nodded. Kenneth stood, offering her his hand once more, and they left the coffee shop, the night air feeling electric on her skin. They wove through the streets, their destination an adult shop with a neon sign that blinked in the shadows. 

The interior was a riot of colors and textures, a playground for grown-ups with a penchant for the taboo. Kenneth's grip tightened around her hand as they ventured deeper into the store, the air thick with the scent of leather and desire. Sally's eyes widened as she took in the array of toys and devices displayed before her. 

"Let's check this out," Kenneth said, pointing to a curtained-off area in the back. 

Her heart racing, Sally followed him into the dimly lit space. It was a mini-theater, lined with small booths, each with a peephole at eye level. Kenneth's gaze was mischievous as he whispered, "These are the video booths." 

Her cheeks flushed as she realized what they were. "I've never..." she trailed off, not sure if she was ready for this. 

"Come on," he urged, his voice low and thrilling. "It's just a bit of fun. You can watch whatever you like." 

With a deep breath, Sally stepped into one of the booths. Kenneth inserted some coins and the screen flickered to life with a scene that was both shocking and intriguing. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with embarrassment, but also a thrill of curiosity. 

As the minutes ticked by, she found herself drawn into the scenes playing out before her. Kenneth's hand rested lightly on her shoulder, his presence comforting in this alien world. The films grew more explicit, and she felt her body responding in ways she had long forgotten. 

"You should try the gloryhole," Kenneth suggested, his voice thick with suggestion. 

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't deny the sudden interest that piqued within her. "What's that?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. 

He chuckled, his hand moving to her chin to turn her face towards him. "It's a hole in the wall," he said, his eyes searching hers. "You can...interact with the person on the other side." 

Sally's heart was racing now, the weed making her senses heightened and her inhibitions lowered. She watched as Kenneth stepped into the booth beside hers, the wall between them thin enough to feel his presence like a heartbeat. The screen in her booth flickered with a new scene, a woman eagerly tasting a man's cock through a similar hole. 

Her eyes darted to the side, where she saw the shadow of a figure moving in the neighboring booth. The man was tall, with dark skin that stood out against the red light that bathed the small space. He had noticed them, his gaze lingering on Sally before he reached down to unbuckle his pants. 

"What are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes wide as Kenneth stepped aside, revealing the gloryhole between their booths. 

"You said you were curious," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Go on, touch it." 

Sally's hand hovered over the gloryhole, her heart racing. The stranger's cock was indeed large and uncut, the skin velvety and unkempt. She could see the shine of pre-cum glistening at the tip. The smell was overpowering, a mix of bodily fluids and something she couldn't quite place. It was definitely not the clean, minty scent she was used to. 

Kenneth's eyes held hers, the dare clear in his gaze. "Go on," he urged, his voice low and hungry. "You know you want to." 

Sally's curiosity won out over her shyness. She leaned closer, her hand shaking as she reached through the gloryhole. The cock in front of her was indeed uncut, the foreskin pulled back to reveal a glistening tip. She took a tentative sniff, the scent of unwashed skin and musk heavy in the air. It was a stark contrast to the pristine hotel rooms and expensive cologne she was used to, but there was something raw and thrilling about it that made her pulse quicken. 

"Go on," Kenneth murmured, his hand sliding around her waist to rest on the small of her back. "You know you want to taste it." 

Sally's heart was racing, but she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins. She leaned closer, her eyes fixed on the stranger's cock, her hand hovering just out of reach. The man watched her, his eyes glinting with lust in the dim light. Kenneth's hand gave her a gentle nudge, and she leaned in, her nose brushing against the velvety skin. The smell was strong, a mix of unwashed flesh and the faint tang of urine. It was unlike anything she had ever encountered before, but she found herself inexplicably drawn to it. 

"Taste it," Kenneth whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "I dare you." 

Sally's eyes flicked to the stranger's cock, the challenge in Kenneth's voice egging her on. She leaned closer, her hand wrapping around the shaft as she took the first tentative lick. The taste was overpowering, a mix of salt and something faintly bitter, the smell of unwashed skin and the musky scent of smegma. It was a world away from the clean, soapedy flavor she was accustomed to. But there was something undeniably thrilling about the raw, unfiltered nature of it all. 

The man on the other side of the wall grunted, his hips jerking slightly. She could feel his excitement through the thin barrier, his cock twitching in her hand. Kenneth's hand slipped around her waist, his fingers ghosting over her hip to rest on her zipper. 

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper. "Show him how much you want it." 

Her resolve crumbling, Sally took the stranger's cock into her mouth, her eyes closing as she savored the sensation. It was thick and heavy, the uncut skin sliding over the head as she sucked and licked. The taste grew stronger, the smell of male arousal filling her nostrils. Kenneth's hand grew bolder, slipping into her pants to find her wetness. 

Her mind raced with the reality of what she was doing, the taboo nature of the act making her pulse pound in her ears. But she couldn't deny the thrill of it, the way her body responded to the anonymous cock in her mouth and Kenneth's touch on her clit. 

The stranger's breath grew ragged, his hands gripping the edges of the booth. Sally's cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her eyes watering from the effort. Kenneth's fingers worked in time with her bobbing head, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. 

"You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice a mix of amazement and lust. "You're going to make him cum." 

The thought sent a bolt of excitement through her, and she redoubled her efforts, her mouth sliding up and down the shaft with newfound vigor. The man's hips began to buck, his breathing growing erratic. Kenneth's hand was a blur between her legs, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. 

Suddenly, the stranger pulled his cock back, his hand appearing through the gloryhole. "Let me touch you," he rasped, his accent thick and unfamiliar. 

Sally's eyes flew open, meeting Kenneth's intense gaze. He gave her a nod of encouragement, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Go ahead," he whispered, his hand leaving her pussy to give her a gentle push towards the hole. 

Her knees wobbled as she stepped onto the stool, her body now perfectly aligned with the opening. The stranger's hand was rough and warm as it slipped into her pants, his calloused fingers finding her clit with surprising precision. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly against his touch. 

"So wet," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "You like it, don't you?" 

Sally couldn't find the words to respond, her mind a whirl of sensations. Kenneth stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell him how much you like it," he urged, his own hand moving to cup her breast, squeezing gently. 

"Y-yes," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible. The stranger's fingers worked in tandem with Kenneth's, sending her closer and closer to the edge. Her hand reached back, gripping the wall for support as she rode the wave of pleasure. 

"Tell him you want him," Kenneth whispered, his voice a dark seduction. 

Sally's eyes squeezed shut, the words leaving her mouth in a shaky moan. "I want you." 

The stranger's hand withdrew, leaving her panting and exposed. Kenneth's grip on her waist tightened. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand sliding around to unbutton her blouse. "Now, let him see you." 

Her shirt fell open, revealing her lacy bra and the fullness of her breasts. The stranger's eyes went wide with lust, his cock jutting back through the hole, demanding attention. Kenneth stepped aside, his own arousal evident in his tight pants. 

"Show him," he whispered, his voice a siren's call. 

With trembling hands, Sally reached back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor. The cool air of the booth brushed against her nipples, making them peak with excitement. The stranger's hand reached out again, his thumb tracing a line from her navel to her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. 

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice a gruff growl. "Now, sit on the chair and face me." 

Sally did as she was told, her legs trembling as she sat down, her back to the wall. Kenneth moved behind her, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks. 

The stranger's eyes were glued to her pussy, his hand stroking his cock in a mesmerizing rhythm. "So beautiful," he said, his voice a low growl. 

Sally felt a strange mix of embarrassment and power as she watched him watch her, his desire laid bare. Kenneth's hands moved to her hips, urging her closer to the gloryhole. 

"I want to feel you," the stranger said, his voice hoarse with need. 

Sally leaned forward, her breath hitching as she felt the tip of his cock brush against her folds. Kenneth's hands moved to her hips, guiding her as she slid down onto the stranger's shaft. It was thick and unyielding, filling her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. 

The stranger's eyes never left hers as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Kenneth's hands remained on her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples, his breath hot against her neck. 

"That's it," Kenneth murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Take it all." 

The stranger's grip on her hips grew firmer, his strokes growing faster. Sally could feel the tension building within her, the pressure mounting with every thrust. Kenneth leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, searching kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of the cock inside her. 

"I'm going to cum," the stranger groaned, his voice strained. "I want to cum in your mouth." 

Sally's eyes widened, but she nodded, her body on fire with lust. Kenneth stepped aside, allowing her to lean forward. The stranger's cock slipped out of her pussy with a wet sound, and she took it in her hand, eager to please. 

"Yeah," he hissed, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take it all." 

With a deep breath, Sally opened her mouth, the taste of the stranger's cock still lingering on her tongue. He thrust into her mouth, his movements growing erratic as he approached climax. Kenneth watched, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his pants. 

The stranger's cock swelled, and with a final grunt, he exploded, hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, the salty taste mixing with the lingering scent of his arousal. He pulled out, his cock spurting the last drops onto her face, his hand moving to rub the remaining semen into her hair. 

Sally's eyes watered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she licked her lips, the taste of him still there, the act of degradation strangely exhilarating. Kenneth's hand reached out, his thumb tracing the line of cum on her cheek before sliding into her mouth, allowing her to share in the act. 

The stranger's hand withdrew, the tension in the booth palpable. Sally's chest heaved with every breath, her body still thrumming with unspent desire. Kenneth's eyes searched hers, his own need clear. 

"Your turn," he murmured, spinning her around with surprising strength. Her legs trembled as she faced the wall of screens, the images flickering with the depraved acts of strangers. Kenneth stepped behind her, his hands sliding down her body to grip her hips. 

"I want you to watch," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I want you to see how much I want you." 

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her swollen pussy. Sally could feel the heat of him, the throbbing length that promised to fill her completely. With a groan, he thrust into her, his cock sliding in with ease. 

"Oh God," she moaned, her eyes locked on the screen. The woman on the screen was being fucked from behind, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Sally felt a strange kinship with the performer, her own body mirroring the depraved scene. 

Kenneth's thrusts grew harder, his grip on her hips unyielding. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting her g-spot with every stroke. She reached up, her hand gripping the edge of the booth for support as he pounded into her, her breasts bouncing with every impact. 

"Look at them," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Look at how much they're enjoying it." 

Her eyes darted from screen to screen, each one more depraved than the last. Men and women in every conceivable position, all caught in the throes of passion. It was a visual symphony of lust, and she was the star performer in her own private show. 

The stranger in the next booth watched them, his hand moving in time with Kenneth's thrusts. Sally felt a thrill of exhibitionism, the idea of being watched adding a new layer of excitement. Kenneth's hand reached around her, his thumb finding her clit as he fucked her standing up. 

"Cum for me," he growled, his hips slamming into her. "Cum for them." 

The pressure inside her grew, a delicious ache that she knew would soon become unbearable. The stranger's eyes never left hers, his gaze hungry as he stroked his own cock, watching her every move. 

And then it was too much. Sally's orgasm hit her like a wave, her body shuddering with the force of it. Kenneth's name was a scream on her lips, the sound muffled by the walls of the booth. The stranger's hand shot through the gloryhole, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer to his cock. 

Her mouth opened, her eyes locked on the woman on the screen as she took the stranger in again, her movements sloppy and desperate. Kenneth's hand tightened on her clit, his other hand pulling her hips back to meet every thrust. 

The stranger groaned, his cum spurting through the hole and onto her face. Sally swallowed, the taste of the anonymous man mixing with her own arousal. Kenneth's strokes grew erratic, his breathing ragged. 

With a final grunt, he emptied himself inside her, his cock pulsing with every spurt of seed. Sally leaned against the wall, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. Kenneth kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin. 

"You were amazing," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. 

They stepped out of the booth, their clothes disheveled and their bodies still humming with desire. Sally felt a strange sense of liberation, as if she had shed a layer of herself that she had been carrying for too long. Kenneth handed her a tissue, his smile wicked. 

"Ready for the next round?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. 

Sally looked up at him, her heart racing. "What's next?" she breathed, her voice a seductive challenge. 

He leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. "The night's still young," he whispered. "And I have so much more to show you." 

With a wink, he led her out of the adult shop and into the night, the neon lights of Amsterdam beckoning them with the promise of more secrets and sins to be shared. 

"You left something behind," Kenneth said with a smirk, holding up her lacy panties. They were drenched, a testament to the carnality that had unfolded in the tiny booth. 

Sally's cheeks flushed as she took them from him, her eyes dropping to the ground. "I know," she murmured, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "A little souvenir for him, I suppose." 

Kenneth's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You're something else, Sally," he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "I had no idea you had such a wild side." 

"Neither did I," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. She tucked the panties into her bag, feeling a thrill at the idea of the stranger finding them later, the memory of her juices and the night's events forever intertwined with the fabric. 

They stumbled along the cobblestone streets, their laughter echoing through the night. The cool air was a stark contrast to the heat still pulsing between her legs, her bare skin exposed and sensitive. Each step sent a jolt of pleasure through her, a reminder of the evening's escapades. 

To be continued

[makomafu]

The lighter flickered, before the tip of the cigarette began to burn.

It was 8 pm, and by that time most people in the neighborhood were already inside their apartments, relaxing in the comfort of their own home, the safest place they could have in the Underworld.

However, the scent of tobacco didn't put the stitched man at ease like it would normally do. He sat still on the red, worn out couch as the TV illuminated the living room with a blue light, a sitcom was being played.

He looked down to the ashtray but over the table in front of him. And saw how once smoked, the demon put it out.

"About today," Beelzebub spoke. "have anything to say? Something you want to tell me?"

Frank shook his head in silence.

In that room, the faint sounds of the stock laughter from the TV could almost drown the awkward silence created by the greater demon lord. As Frank heard him humm, he could feel himself sweat.

"Frankie, you're my star boy, you know that?"

Frank hesitated to speak for the first time in a long while, "I do, sir".

"And you know why you're my star boy, don't you?"

The man struggled to breathe correctly, but nodded in response.

"If i tell you to kill something, you do it."

No response from the other man.

"No ifs, no buts, no nothings. Ever since I picked you up from that sad and pathetic state you were in back in New York, you've always given your all. If I told you to kill someone, you'd do it, If i told you to torture someone, no matter who, you'd do it. That's what made you my favorite."

Frankie nodded, feeling his eyes water.

"So when today you told me 'No', when you raised your voice to me, I notice it, don't you think?"

Frankie bit his lower lip, nodding again.

"What does that boy have that makes you think you can talk to me like that?"

Frankie looked at Beelzebub, and felt fear. Despite being known as the hitman who doesn't fear death, at least in the professional world, his eyes meeting the cold, yet piercing sight of Beelzebub, lord of the flies, reminded him of how little he mattered.

"Nothing, sir."

"Nothing?"

Frankie discreetly took a deep breath, and shook his head.

"Absolutely nothing".

The demon smiled, "then I trust you'll do that mission you thought you escaped from".

Frankie stared at him in silence. And the Lord's smile faded in an instant. Next thing he knew, his stitched leg was met with the burning embrace of the cigarette being lit again, being burnt deep over Frankie's skin. He stood still, clenching his teeth, and growling in pain as his boss kept burning him without breaking eye contact, only a few seconds passed, yet felt eternal before it was all over.

"Alright then," The man spoke once again, "i'll let you off the hook".

He stood up, letting Frankie look at the injury left on his leg, the mix of heat still all over his thigh, and blood running down to the couch was a feeling Frankie was not used to, yet.

"Just this once," he declared, before disappearing out of thin air, leaving Frankie to rest alone in that dark room, injured, with the sounds of television still on.

(Bleeeehhh :PPPP this isn't part of the fic im doing by the way, it's just a drabble i did to warm up my writing skills, again english isn't my first language and I haven't written in a while)

(also woohoo i can showcase my Frankie/Beelzebub dynamic)

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Chapter 21 of Artificial Wingman!

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Enjoy!

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Cass stared at the boy in Damian's lap, a small smile playing on her lips. Jason's comment had sent the poor boy into a crisis, it would seem. When she had walked into the room, he had been a bit tense, his fingers fidgeting clumsily with the collar of Damian's cape, though he didn't appear to be aware that they were. But after her brother's blunt question-like statement, his hands had left Robin's collar to slap his face, one hitting his jaw while the other overlapped slightly as it covered his mouth. They did little to muffle the choked sound that escaped him.

She watched in amusement as Damian reached up to pull his hands away from his face, chuckling along with everyone else as the teen rubbed circles in Danny's back in an attempt to help ease the coughing fit he was sent into. When he could finally breathe again, he managed to sputter out "It's not like that!", sending the room into gales of laughter once again.

"Suuure it isn't." Jason drawled, crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the arm chair across from the two teens. "And I didn't spend half the night chasing him around, trying to help him find you," he jerked his thumb at Damian as he spoke, his words laced with sarcasm.

"T-the potio-" Danny started, only to stop, head dropping in defeat as he leaned back into her brother's arms with a sigh. Her smile grew wider as she watched Damian take the teen's hand, letting him play with his fingers as Damian looked back at her and Jason. 'Finally, he's beginning to realize it.'

"Hood, Cain. I assume you have a reason for being here?" Her baby brother's signature scowl was firmly in place, but his body language gave away how relaxed and unbothered he truly was at the moment.

Before Jason could snap back with more sarcasm, she lifted the two bags from her shoulder and set them gently on the coffee table.

One of the bags immediately drew Danny's attention. "Hey," he said, his fingers pausing where they were spreading Damian's, "that looks like my bag." Reaching forwards, the teen paid no mind to the way Damian's arms wrapped around his waist casually as he snagged the messenger bag's strap. Flipping the top open, he blinked at it, slightly dumbfounded. "It is my bag." He looked up, meeting her eyes for the first time. Behind the haze that covered his unnaturally blue irises, she could see a deep intelligence, tempered with curiosity. But, thankfully, there was no suspicion or wariness. "How'd you get it?"

"Robin left it behind." She signed to him, pointing to the teen in case it wasn't obvious who she was talking about. Damian opened his mouth to translate for the teen, but Danny was already nodding, leaning into Damian further as he went back to rifling through his bag.

While his beloved did that, Damian had turned his attention to the other bag. "I hope I am right to assume that this one does not belong to Todd?" He raised a brow at his siblings as he lifted the duffle bag's strap with one finger, not yet intending to pick it up.

Jason let out a sound that was half a laugh, and half a sigh. "Nah, not this time. That one is all Cass." When Damian didn't look the least bit reassured, the man continued. "Honestly, she brought it with her when she swung by my apartment this morning. She let me check it out and everything." A sparky smile lifted the man's lips. "There are zero heads in that bag, scout's honor."

Danny looked up at the odd comment, tuning to lock eyes with the woman Cass was assumed was his sister. Her brother paid them no attention, instead Damian tsked at the man. "You were never involved with any boy scouts." Despite the slight bite to his words, they held no real heat.

"Au contraire, we've both worked with the boy scout." Jason snickered at his joke, the 'Boy scout' in this situation obvious. Well, obvious to most of the room's occupants, anyways. Damian merely rolled his eyes, shifting to lean into Danny a bit more.

"Hey, what did he mean about heads?" Cass overheard Danny whisper the question as he laid his head on Dami's shoulder.

"It is not of importance at the moment. Remind me to tell you of that incident later." Her brother whispered back. She couldn't help but to think that the two were cute like this.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she walked closer to the table, kneeling down beside it and unzipping the duffle bag when it became obvious that no one else would.

"Here." She managed to quietly say, offering the now-opened bag to the teens. It was Danny that leaned forwards to accept the bag, his obvious caution overturned by his curiosity. Pulling the bag open, she watched as the boy's eyes flew open in shock.

"Is this…?" His question trailed off as he lifted one of the broken pieces of the gun from the bag. Harley leaned over Cass's shoulder to get a better view, cocking her head to the side in a questioning manner.

"What is it?" She asked, leaning forward to poke one of the pieces herself. "Almost looks like a gun. Though, not like any gun I've ever seen."

Jazz sat down a bit heavily on the arm of the couch, next to her brother. Her expression was one of dread. "Danny, please tell me that isn't what I think it is." She pleaded, even though it was obvious she knew exactly what it was.

"I, um. I think it is." The teen lifted another component from the bag, fitting it to the piece in his hand, almost like one of the world's most potentially destructive puzzles. "Ha, so um. Don't be mad, but I completely forgot about this." He let out a nervous laugh as he avoided eye contact with the woman.

"Danny…" She spoke her brother's name with a tone that Cass had only ever heard Dick use when one of them did something particularly reckless.

"Well, I'm glad that you guys know what it is. But some context for the rest of us would be very much appreciated." Jason interrupted the two before the lecture could come, drawing the two siblings' attention back to their audience.

Danny laughed again, this one a bit more out of relief than nerves. "Yeah. Right." He sat up a bit straighter, seeming oblivious to the way Damian re-positioned his arm around his waist to keep him in place. "So, this was what got me here in the first place. And kinda our… easy way home?" He brought his hand up to rub at his neck, small, nervous giggles slipping out of him as he went back to examining the damage.

"That explains literally nothing." Jason deadpan, making the teen laugh again.

"Right. This is-was-a portal gun. It's kinda obvious what it does, but it makes portals to different Realms and dimensions. Heck, if used the right way, you might even be able to travel through time! I wouldn't suggest that though." The teen shuddered. "Anyways, like I said, this is how I got here. And it was gonna be my way home but, uh, I may have said something stupid to someone while said someone was in a love potion's thrall?" It didn't take a genius to figure out who that 'someone's was. Especially when they were sitting right there, looking both proud and guilty.

"Right." Jason dragged the word out, taking a moment to digest this new information. After a minute, the man sighed. "At least it isn't a death ray or something."

Jasmine choked while her brother grinned mischievously. "Yeah, definitely not the death ray. That one's too big to push out of the basement anyways."

"Danny!" Jazz scolded the teen.

"What?" He asked.

"We do not own a death ray!" She ruffled her brother's hair, making the already messy head of black fluff up more. The teen screeched at the action, batting her hands away and desperately trying to smooth the mess down unsuccessfully.

He stuck his tongue out at her in petty retaliation, pressing himself closer to Damian's chest as he glared, probably hoping to escape her range. "Seriously? With all the stuff mom and dad have made, is a death ray really that far fetched?"

Before Jazz could respond to the honestly worrying statement, Jason cleared his throat. "Well, while that sounds lovely, and definitely something to discuss later," Cass couldn't help her quiet snicker, "we should probably discuss… all of this." He gestured to the siblings and Damian with a twirling motion from his wrist. "So, quick recap. Da-err, Robin, is under a love potion that you," he pointed to the teens in turn as he spoke, "made, and you said something that upset him, so he broke your portal gun," Danny pulled the afferminted device closer, "and now your sister is here to take you back home? Did I get it?"

"That's pretty vague, but yeah. Basically." Danny and his sister nodded.

"But you said that the gun was your way back home?" Jason tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowed in classic bat-detective style.

The teen shook his head. "No, I said it was our easiest way home. Not the only one." He corrected the man.

Jason nodded. "Right, okay. So, what would the other ways be, exactly?" He stepped closer to the couch, stopping next to Jazz. Cass had to fight the smile that wanted to overtake her at the way he studiously avoided looking directly at the red head, proving her earlier suspicion.

"Well~" the teen rubbed his chin as he thought. "There are a few different ways we can get back. I could try to open a portal," he ticked down the option on his hand, "we could try and track down a natural portal. Or we could wait for the portal she used to open again," pointing to his sister as he listed the option, he waited for her to nod before continuing. "We could also try and contact Wulf, or Cujo, and they could take us back. So yeah, we have a few ways. Though, they all have down sides…" his hand went from his chin to his neck.

Jasmine picked up for him before anyone could ask. "The downsides to almost all of them is that they could take a while. Waiting for the natural portal I used to open again could take anywhere from a few minutes to a few months, if it ever opened again. And finding a natural portal in a place not doused in ectoplasm would be difficult in its own right." She frowned slightly at her brother, "and he is still learning how to open portals, so that option is fifty fifty at best, and pretty much zero at worst." Danny stuck his tongue out at her again, but didn't interrupt.

"As for calling Wulf or Cujo, there is always a chance that they won't respond right away. And time can get weird in the Realms, so a minute there could be a minute to a week on this side of the veil." She sighed, tugging at a lock of her ginger hair absently. "Honestly, I think our best bet would be rebuilding the portal gun. It seems like the surest shot we have at the moment."

Danny nodded in agreement, but still didn't look all that convinced. "Yeah, rebuilding the gun would be the best option. But how would I do that? I don't exactly have the parts and tools in my messenger bag." He flipped the latch on the bag absently as he spoke. "So unless you brought some spare parts in your purse, we kinda have to go with one of the other ways."

Jazz smirked a bit. "Well, I don't have them in my purse…" Her tone caught her brother's attention, the boy cocking his head to the side as his dilated pupils locked on her.

"But..?" He prompted the woman when she didn't continue.

"But… we might have what you need in the Specter Speeder's junk box. Right?" The teen fell silent at her words, their meaning a bit lost on the rest of the room.

Finally, it seemed to hit Danny, what his sister was referring to. "No way… you came in the Speeder?" Jasmine nodded, her smirk growing as her brother began to clumsily try and stand up, mostly failing due to the way Damian was still holding him. "What are we waiting for then?" The teen demanded.

"Whoa there, pump the brakes, Lover boy." Jason butted in, his attention fully on the teen as he walked over to help Damian settle him back down. "Weren't you just kidnapped yesterday? And under some pretty heavy drugs as well? You are in no condition to jump up and start working on… this," he gestured to the broken gun on the table, "right now. You need to rest."

"But-" the teen started to protest, but was cut off.

"Danny, I'm sure that they will be adequate enough to retrieve this 'Specter Speeder' and bring it back." Danny pouted at him, but Cass could see the fight leak out of him, as he let himself be sat back down. "For now, Todd was right. You were just in a serious and potentially dangerous situation. You are required to rest."

The ravenette huffed, but didn't try to stand up again. "Fine." He grumbled, crossing his arms. "But the minute they get back, I want to start working on this." He pointed to the duffle bag. "And no one will stop me."

"Alright, beloved." Cass bit her tongue at the tone her youngest brother used as he rubbed neat little circles into the teen's back, helping to ease the tension out of his shoulders. It was a bit obvious that he was responding purely to placate the teen. Obvious to everyone except Danny, that is.

Danny huffed again, but let his shoulders slump as his hands fell to his lap. He was satisfied, at least for the moment, and it seemed that all the excitement from their arrival was taking a toll on him now, from the way he fell completely against Dami, his eyes fluttering half-way closed. "Good." He mumbled. "I guess I could take a nap or somethin' while they're gone." Just a few minutes after his statement, the teen was put like a light, soft snores coming from him as he snoozed against Damian, using her brother's shoulder and chest as a pillow. Damian didn't seem to mind, though.

"Okay, now that that's settled, I guess we should get going." Jazz stood up, heading towards the door. Jason started to follow her, but stopped half way, turning back to look a Cass.

"Cass? You coming too, or are you gonna stay here?" Jason asked her.

She thought about it for a minute before shaking her head and signing. "I'll stay here. Been wanting to meet him for a while, anyways."

Her brother nodded. "Okay. Let me know if you need anything, got it?" At her affirmative nod, he turned around again and headed after Jasmine.

Cass couldn't help but laugh aloud as she hard Jason's sudden outburst as they filed out the door. "Wait, I just realized. Did your brother say he could make portals? What the-"

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(I know there are some mistakes in there, but I tried my best so it's okay!)

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[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

2.

I admit that there was an unfair, silent bias within me against frat guys. But, who could blame me? Their reputations preceded them. They always wore frat-branded clothes. They traveled in packs. They spoke and acted like idiots. They tended to be racist, homophobic, misogynistic, or some combination of all three. 

My first interaction with a frat guy during my freshman year at Tulane affirmed everything I had seen about them in the media. It was the first party Lily ever dragged me to. I wore my New England uniform; a sweater, docs, and loose-fitting jeans. 

Not even an hour into my time at Sig Chi, I heard a loud voice shout: "Yo! Who invited the lesbo?" right next to me. I turned in the direction of the voice and saw a Kappa Alpha brother staring right at me, laughing at my expense.

"Seriously?" I challenged him.

"Come on, Hannah," Lily spoke lowly into my ear, grabbing my hand to pull me away from the guy.

"Aw, the lesbian got mad at me!" the guy shouted. His comment was met with a cacophony of male laughter. Likely his Kappa Alpha brothers encouraging his bad behavior. 

From then on, I was wary of these males. I stayed clear of them, even at parties. I felt no remorse for stealing their alcohol, getting drunk, and leaving without getting to know a single one. I made sure to dress differently at parties after that, though. I couldn't risk another encounter of that nature.

My avoidance of these frat guys was directly challenged by the seating arrangement in my Calculus class, though. I had no idea that when Kyle Spencer sat next to me on the first day, that my fate would be sealed for the rest of the semester. There was something about Kyle that made me cringe. I knew nothing about him except for his frat status, and his tendency to act stupid.

He was willing to do anything to impress his frat brothers. He had been a human coat rack once at a party. At another, he got so belligerently drunk that he ended up asleep in the fountain outside the library --  2 miles from the party. This was all hearsay. I hadn't been there to witness those stunts, but there was photo evidence. I feared what he would do sitting just inches from me. What if a frat dare caused him to make some sort of mess in class, or ask me out as a joke? I felt funny just being near him. 

His egregious tendency to be late to class didn't help my case, either. By the time he arrived, there would be no other seat available than the one directly next to me. I had no choice but to have an obnoxious frat guy exist within my personal bubble. 

As it turns out, though, Kyle was impressively good at calculus. Like, inhuman. Despite barely paying attention during lectures, he finished the first weekly quiz with ease. I, on the other hand, was nearly the last person to hand in my paper. When we got the results the following Monday, I failed, while Kyle got a 90%. 

I decided it would be in my best interest to cheat on the next quiz by looking at his paper. We had a small quiz every Friday, testing our knowledge of what we had covered that week. The professor chose to do this in lieu of homework assignments. My notes were exhaustive and diligent, but still, I walked in on that Friday with an empty head, somehow having forgotten things I had learned just a day prior. 

Just as I suspected, the quiz got handed out, and I was hopelessly clueless. I didn't cheat often, so I wasn't used to looking inconspicuous. I feigned a stretch and looked over at Kyle's paper, for probably a touch too long. His head snapped in my direction. He let out a laugh and covered his quiz with his hand.

Oh, so we're the perfect little suck-up, are we, Spencer? I thought.

I struggled through the rest of the quiz. Kyle stood to hand his in. He was the first in the whole class. I shot a glare in his direction as he walked back to his seat to grab his bag. We were told we were dismissed as soon as we finished, so he smiled and left. I cursed him out in my thoughts and turned my attention back to my own quiz, which I was surely about to fail. 

I ended up leaving about half of the damn thing blank before time was called.  I slumped back in my seat with a huff and began to pack up my things. Almost the entire class had already filed out so I rushed to get out to get some lunch. I sighed, vowing to get as drunk as possible as soon as I could. I stepped out of the room into the bright daylight of the afternoon. The sun's light on the pavement was nearly blinding. I shaded my eyes with my hand as I walked in the direction of my apartment.

"You gotta be slicker than that," a voice called out behind me, followed by a chuckle. I turned and saw Kyle sitting on the half-wall outside the building with Archie. Both of them stared at me, smiling condescendingly. I spun on my heel and walked away, waiting until I was a good enough distance away to cry. I didn't want them to know they had gotten a rise out of me. 

Fuck you, Kyle Spencer, I thought, tears streaming down my face as I turned down my street.

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[hannieween]

badsleeper | city lights series

✮ pairings: joshua hong x female reader x yoon jeonghan ✮ genre: a tiny bit of fluff and angst, smut (18+) ✮ aus: rock singer joshua, boyfriend joshua, best friend jeonghan, friends to fucking ✮ word count: 24.5k

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✮ warnings: smut with plot, alcohol consumption (no dub con), threesome, no cheating, another obnoxiously long sex scene, dom joshua, dom jeonghan, brat reader, foul language, a bit of praise/degradation kink, dirty talk, voyeurism, oral sex (m, f), rough bj, cumeating, cumplay, unprotected p in v sex, jealousy, possessiveness, manhandling, tag teaming, rough sex, doggy style, dumbification, near religious experience during sex, crymaxing, use of butt plugs, anal sex, double penetration, aftercare. brat taming: spanking, light bondage. pet names: baby, princess, bunny (hers) babe, baby, baby boy, handsome (joshua's) ✮ a/n: hiii! to preface this i'd like to let you all know that this chapter is canon to the series. and also this is a little self indulgent thing i've been planning for months (literally this draft has been collecting dust since december 2023) so.... i hope y'all indulge with me ε('｡•᎑•`)っ💖 ✮ a/n ii: there's a weird time jump in the middle of the chapter but.... i hit text block limit again and didn't want to split this chapter ✮ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

part ix — finale

"It pains me to say this but, this is not going to work."

An elderly woman standing nearby glanced at you and the tall, handsome man before you. A surprised look on her face upon overhearing him announce such a thing in the middle of an airport.

Jeonghan broke in laughter before you could formulate a response. You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder with one hand.

"Very funny," you mumbled embarrassedly.

"Ah, come on, princess, have a little fun," he teased, a smile that only foretold his upcoming playfulness. "Aren't you going to miss me?"

"You'll be gone for a week. I'll survive," you rolled your eyes, arms crossing on your chest. "Maybe I'll miss you a little."

"Well, I won't," he laughed cheekily before continuing on his little act, raising his two hands, palms exposed to you in a gesture of finalization: "I am tired of babysitting you. You're awfully corny and overbearing all the time and I need a break. It's time that we saw different people."

You could tell he was acting, but something about him doing it with such ease made you pause. "Hannie, do you actually think that about me?" you asked, your voice dropping drastically.

Jeonghan's smile dropped, his lips pouting as he spoke: "Of course not, why would you believe that I'd think that?"

You instantly composed into a bright smile. "I'm playing with you," you chirped.

"Tsk, you little rascal," he scoffed, swiftly wrapping an arm around your head. "C'mere," he muttered as he ran his knuckles on the crown of your head.

"Stop it," you hissed, trying to get him to stop hugging your head to breathe.

"Okay, okay. I have to go now," he said, releasing his hold on you to take a look at his watch.

"Have fun on your trip, Jeonghan," you smiled at him, debating whether to hug him goodbye or not. You knew he wasn't big on hugs or gestures of affection, but you couldn't fight the impulse of opening your arms to him.

He paused for one second before taking you in for a quick hug, using his hand to ruffle your hair once again with. "Right," he muttered awkwardly and shifted the weight on the bag hanging on his shoulder.

Jeonghan began to turn away, and you almost wanted to let him walk further but you quickly called. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

He stopped in his tracks, turned, and walked right back to you, fishing something out of the pockets of his black sweats. He grabbed the key to his car from the ring with his fingers, dangling them in front of your eyes.

You reached out to get the key, but he quickly snatched it away before getting it on your grasp.

"You get one scratch on it and it's over for you," he muttered dead serious, eyes locking with yours, he had to tilt his head forward to do so.

"What are you going to do?" you challenged, holding his gaze.

You could tell that he wasn't expecting that, a smirk appeared on his lips. "I'll make you pay for it in some way or form," he shrugged.

"Don't worry I'll take care of it," you said with ease.

"Are you sure, though?" he said, still holding the key to his car up in the air and out of your grasp, he teased nodding his head at you: "Let me see your license again."

"Jeonghan, you need to go now or you're going to miss your flight," you rolled your eyes.

"Fine," he said, lowering his arm for you to grab the key, but quickly snatched it again. "No eating in my car. And don't have your boyfriend fuck you in there, trust me, I'll know."

"Jeonghan!" you squealed dramatically and looked around you to make sure no one overheard him.

However the man in front of you laughed at you with amusement, his nose wrinkling, mouth opened wide as he did so. But he finally handed you the key to his car.

"One scratch," he lifted one finger at you as a stern warning, but the smiling features of his face betrayed him. He patted your head one more time, turning away as he said. "Try not to miss me too much, princess."

Something deep within you twisted in nervousness, so hard that it robbed you of speech. You wished that you had recovered fast enough to tell him something, anything. But by then, Jeonghan had already disappeared in the sea of people, you couldn't even spot him by the yellow hoodie he was wearing. His favorite one.

With some reluctance, you turned to walk out and towards the spot Jeonghan had parked his flashy and elegant car. In some way the black BMW M3 screamed rich guy with a very expensive taste. At first glance even, anyone would think it's a car for someone serious, not the friend that has the comedic skill of a clown.

But as you slid yourself into the driver's seat, a deep sense of alarm and nervousness kicked right in. Releasing a shaky sigh, you gathered your hair in a ponytail, securing it with a pink scrunchie; somehow having your hair out of the way made you feel focused.

It had been a while since you drove a car. Reminiscing on the very old skill you acquired during your college days, you adjusted the seat so that your arms could reach the steering wheel without stretching your arms too much. Then you did the same for the mirrors, catching the anxious expression on your face.

But despite your self-consciousness, you arrived home safe. As a celebratory act you untied your hair, leaving your scrunchie behind, perhaps forgotten in Jeonghan's car with your many other lost scrunchies.

Deeply compelling, bloody, and sexy.

Those were the words swimming around most of the early reviews of your book. For better or worse, the popularity of your book had risen quite dramatically even days before its official release, so you kind of had to brace yourself for all kinds of chatter around it.

You had to refrain yourself from seeing reviews so early, since you didn't want to be influenced while working on the draft for the second book in the trilogy.

So needless to say, your book is doing fine.

Stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway that led into your apartment, you noticed quickly that the door next to yours was open. A tight, flashing pain crossed your heart when you understood that someone was viewing Joshua's old apartment.

It was inevitable that you would get new neighbors, and it seemed funny for a second to you that you were stuck with grief for the time when Joshua was just thirty seconds away from you.

Joshua was still away. He left the following day of your book release, only after pampering you with love, and anything that you requested. He would only be away for a few more days to finish recording Midnight Haze's first studio album, and then he'd be back, though for how long he didn't know yet.

Back in your apartment, you went directly to your bedroom, opened the drawers of your dresser and started to move your stuff to make space for Joshua's clothes. Subconsciously, you started threading on the intricate details that you needed to get done for the second book draft. Since there was nothing better you could occupy your mind with, that could actually put you to work.

But your thoughts inevitably drifted away as you cleared one of the drawers for your boyfriend's stuff. Then, you found yourself thinking of him, of the time he was here last; he made you breakfast before you woke up, you found him munching on some blueberries as he served you a plate of french toast.

Joshua had been keeping his promise, getting your texts back and calling you every night before he goes to bed; he does this last thing even though you might not share the same time zones—he knows that you'll be awake.

Sleeping alone resulted even more difficult, now that your body has had a taste of what it feels like sleeping in the warmth of your boyfriend's loving embrace. Even though you haven't shared that many nights with him as an actual couple, it was something you wished you had more of.

"All I'm saying is that food tastes better with a recently cleaned mouth."

"That's psycho behavior," you replied, rolling your eyes to the ceiling, while holding your phone to your ear.

"Oh, so you're saying that you never wash your mouth, got it," Jeonghan said jokingly, he had been going for what felt like hours.

"No, you're saying that orange juice tastes better after brushing your teeth!" you squealed, huffing loudly when you heard his mocking chuckle of his.

"I'm just teasing you," he mumbled.

"I know, I hate it," you said, but there was a smile on your face.

You heard the loud slurping noises as Jeonghan ate noodles. "Shouldn't you be asleep right now, by the way?" he asked and you could tell that his mouth was full.

"Can't sleep," you muttered as you scrolled through the draft to your second book. "I have a ton of work to do."

"Wait, you're working? Isn't it like... three in the morning right now?"

You hated that you could almost picture him raising his wrist to check out his smartwatch.

“Yeah, it is,” you mumbled aloofly as you skimmed through one of the monitors of your computer. 

“God, you are a workaholic,” he tutted. “Don’t you ever take a break?” 

“I do whenever I submit a draft,” you mused, smiling to the irony. 

“You should be resting,” he insisted. “You know, the hotel where I’m staying right now is very nice and it’s not as expensive as I thought it would be…”

Something caught your eye when you opened up your emails tab. “Oh,” you uttered when your eyes went over the mail. 

“What?” you heard Jeonghan reply. “I’m just saying that you and Joshua could come together, you know, you both deserve a break from work.”

You paused, focusing on the contents of the email that you received hours ago, but neglected since you were preoccupied with drafting the second book. “Oh,” you gasped. 

“Hello?” Jeonghan said after a few seconds. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No, not at all,” you laughed in utter bewilderment. 

“I am very confused,” he confessed. “What’s going on?”

“I am being nominated for an award,” you gasped. “Well, not me, but my book.” 

“Same thing,” he replied. “That’s exciting news, princess. Did you find out just now?”

“Yeah! I’m just reading the email right now,” you laughed with incredulous joy. 

“See? That’s something to celebrate,” he insisted. “Another reason why you should take a break.”

“Or it is another reason to keep working so the second book meets the readers’ expectations,” you countered with a mad rush in your brain, pushing you to sit through more hours of typing. 

“You are so annoying,” Jeonghan said, but you knew by the tone in his voice that he was smiling. “Listen, I booked a tour and it’s just about to start so, call you later?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you blinked back to reality. “Enjoy your tour, Jeongjeong.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh, wait!” you squealed. 

“Yeah?” he waited. 

“I forgot to ask you,” you sighed embarrassedly, bringing your palm to your forehead with a smack. “Joshua is arriving in a few hours and I wanted to ask you if I could borrow your car.” 

There was a pause, and you almost decided to take it back and tell him that you could take a taxi there. 

“Of course, princess,” he replied. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Sure?” 

“Just remember, no scratches and no fucking in my car,” he giggled deviously when you squealed out his name.

The line went dead after that. 

You took part of Jeonghan’s advice, shutting the computer off and deciding to go to bed and attempt to sleep again. 

The pink scrunchie was sitting around the rear mirror of Jeonghan's car when you slid yourself into the driver's seat. Letting out a big puff of air, you gathered your hair all in a ponytail, securing it with the scrunchie and then started the car. 

You were extremely nervous. And not because you were driving the most expensive thing you had ever touched in your life. But because Joshua was finally coming home from the tour. It felt like he had gone for so long it seemed ridiculous to you that only 4 weeks and a half had passed. 

It was the reason why you left your apartment with ample time to get to the airport on time and also to drive at a very slow pace, you were simply too nervous to go in the middle lane. 

Maybe you were, in fact, an old lady. At least in spirit, as Jeonghan would say.  

You remembered the fact that not only Jeonghan had called you that, but also Joshua called you something similar once, a long time ago it felt like. You thought about how similar your boyfriend and his best friend were in some aspects in relation to their personality. 

It seemed obvious that the similarities would make them friends. But sometimes, it felt too eerie to be just a coincidental case of telling the same jokes. 

When you got to the airport, you still had about half an hour to kill yet. And you were grateful that you had brought a book with your person. To kill time and to occupy your brain with something other than work. Or Joshua. Or Jeonghan. 

So you sat back comfortably on the driver's seat. Getting the faint smell of Jeonghan's cologne, and even if you dared to admit it, you got a vague smell of the flavor of vape that he really likes. The green apple one. 

You shook your head slightly, trying to regain focus on the words printed on the book you were holding against the steering wheel. 

You thought about the soft leather coating the steering wheel, how it was so new that it still had that brand new smell to it. Probably why Jeonghan is so overbearing about his car, is because it's so expensive and new that he wants absolutely nothing to taint it, such as eating on its leather seats. Or fucking.

You sighed in complete resignation, dropping your book back into your bag and opened the door. You stepped out of the black car, getting an odd look from a man that was passing by. 

"Huh," you huffed to yourself. Stepping out of a luxurious car really gave you a sense of dominance, and you found out you liked it. 

You locked the car and walked to the big doors of the vast airport. Being welcomed with buzzing noise and a ton of people walking around, some hurriedly, some laid back. 

You checked out your phone in the hopes of having a text from Joshua, but you knew it was nearly futile. He was still in the air, so that meant he was using that time to get some sleep. 

"Mmm," you hummed, pursing your lips and looking around to decide what to do in order to kill the time. And to think of something that wasn't fucking in a car. So you decided to get in line for an obnoxiously expensive cup of coffee and decided to get a cookie with it too. 

You knew that your lack of focus was partly due to your bad sleeping habits. But you were also so nervous about Joshua coming home that your brain struggled to put your thoughts in order. 

A quarter of an hour passed by at a slug's pace. Joshua texted you simply one word, "Landed." 

you: I'll meet you here 🙂  Josh ♡: you're here at the airport baby?  you: I am 

Joshua stopped texting and you assumed that he had to pick up his luggage. So you rose to your feet, keeping yourself on the lookout for the face you were dying to see. 

But the place was swarming with dozens of different faces, it was hard to keep up, and due to your lack of focus it was a bit more difficult to be fast and discern strangers. 

A tall man of ashy blond hair drew your attention instinctively, raising some alarm in your sluggish brain that you knew him. It took you seconds, seeing the guitar case on one hand, his duffel bag strapped to his shoulder to understand that Joshua was walking towards you, a shy bur fond smile painted on his face. 

He must have seen the surprise in your facial expression, because his eyes lit up. "Hi bunny," he muttered. 

You simply just threw your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to clash your lips against his. "Josh…" 

"Baby," he giggled when you pressed your lips repeatedly against his lips, cheeks and the tip of his nose.

"Missed you," you mumbled, forgetting that you were in a very public space with tons of eyes watching you shower your boyfriend with kisses. 

"I missed you too, bunny," he sighed, the arm around you tightening its grip, bringing you closer to him. 

"Let's go home," your tone quivered slightly. 

"I love the sound of that," he said, his glinting eyes smiling at you. 

"Come on," you grabbed his hand and pulled him to the exit. 

"Hold on. Should we grab a taxi or…"

"Don't worry, I got it," you smiled anxiously, fishing out the keys to Jeonghan's car and displaying them in your hand. 

"What's this?" he asked and immediately added: "You got a car?"

"No, silly," you giggled sweetly. "It's Jeonghan's."

He sent you an bewildered look. "He left his car with you?" 

"Yeah, he lets me use it while he's not here," you shrugged with ease. "Come on, baby boy. I'm driving."

Joshua smiled with a fondness you recognized he expressed whenever he found you cute. But he fell in step with you, lacing your fingers with his as you walked out of the airport and to the parking lot. 

"This is exciting," he said once he closed the door to the passenger's seat.

"Put your seatbelt on," you told him, sending him a shameful glance. "Please."

Joshua let out a soft giggle. "Sure thing, ma'am." 

"Don't call me ma'am," you said with a whiny tone in frustration. 

"Okay," he whispered, and you saw his downturned smile, he was trying not to laugh. 

"And try your best not to distract me," you requested firmly as you gathered your hair in a ponytail. 

"How would I distract you?" he asked with genuine curiosity in his tone. 

"You just do," you mumbled, reaching out to brush his long hair with your fingers. 

"Do you like it?" he cocked his blond hair forward slightly, letting you thread the pads of your fingers through his new hair. 

"I do," you admitted. "Though I think I'd even like you bald."

Joshua chuckled sweetly, lifting his chin to you as he said. "Don't tempt me."

"Would you do it?" you asked, seeing the devious glint in his eyes. 

"Maybe time will do it for me, but yeah. If you wanted me," he said, but there was a hollow tone in his words, his gaze was focused on your eyes, and then it moved to your lips.

His long fingers cupped your chin gently and his eyes, briefly finding yours before he leaned forward to lock his lips with yours, his breath hitching audibly as you moaned when his tongue traced a line on your lower lip. 

"See, you're distracting," you mumbled, before diving in for a deeper kiss, demanding more, trying to make up for lost time. 

"Sorry, baby," he giggled and braced himself for a slap that you delivered on his shoulder. 

"Put your seatbelt on," you hissed, settling back to the seat and starting the car. 

"Yes, ma'am," Joshua breathed out, putting his seatbelt on as you drove out of the parking lot and into the highway.

Despite Joshua being on a short break, he still had a lot of things to tend to. Primarily, visiting his family, his mom and spending some quality time with them. Secondly, he gathered his stuff to bring into your apartment, thus finally moving in with you. Between the move, and him catching up with his life back home, he barely had time to spend with you.

Three days after Joshua arrived home, and deciding that a very long weekend's rest was sorely deserved, you and Joshua boarded a plane, also partly convinced by Jeonghan to go on vacation where he was located at the moment. 

One thing led to another and you were now resting on a beautiful suite, after a long night of traveling with your boyfriend, boarding planes and getting little to no sleep during the flight.

So you were slowly awakened by the gentle sound of waves crashing against the distant shore outside the hotel windows. When you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the brightness of the white room, the curtains opened to let in the pale morning light.

As you lay face down in the large bed covered with white sheets, plush pillows, and duvet, you blindly reached out one arm to find both sides cold. So you turned your head to try to get a view of the room around you.

"Josh?" you called, even though you were aware that you weren't getting a response.

Your phone was left abandoned on the bedside table, but the bed was so large and you were slotted right in the center of it, and being so that you were still drowsy from the very long sleep, you didn't feel like moving yet. So you closed your eyes again, letting yourself drift back into a dream with a deep sigh. 

When you woke up again, feeling ready to roll out of bed, you realized that you wouldn't be able to reach Joshua on his phone, since he had left it beside yours, much as if he had preemptively left it behind so he wouldn't have to worry about getting more calls, more messages.

Fighting your way out of the tucked bed sheets, you decided to get a shower to wash away the last slivers of drowsiness that still wanted to cling onto your body.

So you were returning to the bedroom, drying your hair absentmindedly while checking your phone when you heard Joshua return to the suite quietly, probably assuming that he would find you asleep.

But upon seeing you sitting at the foot of the bed, he paused for a second.

"Morning," you muttered dryly.

"Hi baby," he replied with a puffy sigh.

Joshua was covered in sweat, making his ashy blond hair stick to the sides of his face and forehead. He was breathing tiredly, tongue hanging in a gesture of exhaustion.

"Went for a run," he commented in passing, kicking his trainers off. "The weather is nice, it's really hot."

His arms arched back to grab at the hem of his sleeveless tee, yanking it off his body with one move to toss it. Your boyfriend continued to peel his sweaty clothes off, revealing his body as he tossed more clothes on the armchair in the corner of the room.

"Do you have somewhere to be?" you asked slowly as you watched him walk off to the bathroom.

"Have to meet up with a potential manager," he called loudly as he started a shower. "Apparently he's taken an interest in us from a while back. And he's here so I thought it would be a good opportunity to meet up."

You nodded, pursing your lips in contempt as he walked back to toss his boxers with the rest of his dirty clothes.

"I'd ask you to join me in the shower but," he nodded at you.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," you raised from the bed to remove the bathrobe and start dressing up.

If Joshua noticed you were in a bad mood then, he made no comment about it. He just turned around, closing the door of the bathroom to continue with his shower.

You decided to busy yourself, dressing up extra slowly, pulling out from your luggage a lingerie set that you brought in the hopes of it being complimented, and a beautiful summer dress in a color that accentuated your body prettily.

Your boyfriend came back shortly, the lower half of his body after draped in a towel, skin glistening wet now but all clean. His ashy blond hair was pulled back now, dripping onto his neck.

"We could do something tonight," he muttered with some caution as he removed the towel from his body and started to get ready for his appointment.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you pressed your lips into a smile, but even as you did so, you felt unconvincing.

You were suddenly torn with your own reproach at him for barely even spending time with you and at the same time, you couldn't believe that what it took for you to be distracted away from that state of scorn was seeing him naked.

However, Joshua knew what he was playing at, he had you completely figured out. He opened one door to the closet, grabbing the first pair of briefs he found, using his body's motion as he turned to sneak a look at you, finding your gaze trained on his body.

"You're not mad at me anymore?" he asked, a slow smirk curving his pillowy lips.

"I was not mad," you replied with a small voice, sitting back on the foot of the bed.

"Mm, okay," he nodded with his head once, putting on the stretchy boxers with a swift move.

Then one of his knees sank on the edge of the bed, leaning his body forward, motioning your body back on the mattress. A low grunt escaped you as he was now pinning you with his own weight, your pretty sundress being pulled back on your thighs by a large hand.

"You are terrible at lying," he mused with a half smile, the studded eyebrow twitching up briefly. "Even moreso, you're terrible at keeping promises."

You let out a muffle whine when Joshua pressed his hips against yours, making you feel his growing bulge on your core.

"What are you talking about," you muttered, torn between paying attention to what his body was doing and his accusatory words.

"You promised you would tell me everything," he said darkly, but leaned his head sideways to reach your neck with his mouth, muttering against your skin: "You're mad at me, I can tell."

"Am not," you replied, fidgeting under his weight, hands clutching at his bare and stocky shoulders.

"Try again," he chuckled, pressing his lips and tongue on the sweet spot below your earlobe, sucking in a love bite, having a flash of arousal cross your body straight to your core.

"Fuck," your legs tensed up when he started to suck on your skin harsher. "Gentle, Joshua."

"Answer the question," he immediately retorted, nudging his nose on your jawline to lean your head back, so he could run the tip of his tongue on neck, littering it with kisses.

It was hard to focus now. But with a low gasp, you replied. "You are bad at keeping promises too," you stated weakly.

A hand snaked on top of your chest, fingers raking on your skin as he yanked the side part of the sundress to prop another merciless lovebite in a collarbone.

"You-you told me you would make time for me," you stammered, feeling stupid over your sudden loss of boldness.

"And I did," he said sharply, moving his head to look you in the eyes. "Baby, I've cleared my schedule for us tonight."

You pouted briefly, bringing up a finger to caress his beautiful lips.

"Now you, on the other hand, haven't replied to my question," he muttered, his words partly muffled by the fingers on his lips. He shifted his weight, propping one elbow beside you so he could grab your hand.

You dared to roll your eyes hard at him, but that in turn made him smile broadly at you.

"You're still mad at me, but that doesn't stop you from eyefucking me," a wolfish grin appeared on his beautiful face. "Are you wet right now, baby?"

Joshua pressed his lips against the pads of your fingers as his eyes looked at you fondly, amused by your torn behavior. You nodded with your head in affirmation, unable to bring yourself to speak the words.

"You've been neglecting me a little," you whispered, shifting your gaze to his collarbones to avoid his.

"How does it feel, baby?" Joshua asked, releasing your hand to stroke the side of your head, gently threading his long fingers through your wet hair.

"Is this some kind of punishment, then?" you snapped, feeling something click inside your brain.

"No, of course not," he leaned his head closer, pressing his lips flush against yours, slowly at first, repeatedly as he said. "But you told me, you promised me you would talk to me. I have to search for ways for you to do it."

"I just haven't had the chance to, we've both been busy," you retorted with a pained smile, trying to hold his gaze.

"You don't have any issues telling Jeonghan stuff."

"That's hurtful, Joshua," you muttered with a tiny voice, shrinking under his weight.

"Am I lying?"

"Joshua, he is my friend, friends tell each other things, is that bad?" you were applying pressure on his shoulders now, trying to make him budge.

"And I am your boyfriend," he blinked, as equally offended as you. "It's also hurtful that you trust him more than me."

"Is this because I didn't tell you about the award?" you finally caught on. 

Maybe you didn't care about the award, maybe you did. But the truth was, you simply forgot about telling your boyfriend about it and in passing, Jeonghan mentioned it in front of Joshua, in a manner of congratulating you for the milestone. 

Joshua retreated his body, rising up from the bed with an irked air around him, you saw the features of his face harden and he turned away. It was clear to you now that he was jealous and you almost felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.

"No," he replied nonchalantly as he fetched a denim shirt from the closet, putting it on and as he buttoned it up, he rasped: "Yes."

You shrugged slowly. "I found out when I was on the phone with him," you explained, though the feeling of guilt started to set in.

"Still, you didn't mention it to me."

You scrunched up your face in shame and guilt. He was right. You found out about the award days ago, and you failed to tell him about it, all because of your stupid lack of focus lately.

"I'm sorry," you said as you sat up on the bed again, fixing your dress. "I should've said something."

Joshua turned to find his jeans, putting on the ripped black denim in one go. He kept pensively quiet as he slipped on his chelsea boots and rose to his feet.

"I'll call you when I get off," he said, stepping closer to the foot of the bed to cup the back of your head with one hand, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Joshua..." you started, trying to reach for his hand to stop him leaving abruptly.

"It's okay," his gaze softened before his lips captured your own with a light kiss. "I'm not mad. I just wished you'd talked to me."

"And I wish that you could actually make time for me," you whispered, feeling your heart race under the stress of fighting with him.

"I know," he replied in the same fashion as you. "I know baby, I don't enjoy this either... I'm sorry too."

You nodded with your head, choking up on words that you thought of telling him as you waited before he got back to the hotel room. With a frustrated sob, you reached to cup the back of his head too, bringing him closer for a deep kiss.

"I love you," you whispered.

"I love you too, baby. I'll meet you later," he replied, pressing one final kiss to your lips and then your forehead before slipping from your grasp and walking out the room, thus leaving you alone again.

For what could amount to years, you have been really good at taking yourself out to dates. It had been so long since you dated that you were accustomed to being on your own, and you found out that you liked it. You relished in solitude.

You made yourself a mini trip. First you went to grab yourself some breakfast in a lovely restaurant with an outdoors table set with a nice view to the ocean. Then, you walked down the streets, sightseeing in the pretty places, going inside the stores that looked appealing until you reached a museum.

It had been within your plans to maybe go there with Joshua for a little date. Perhaps even, go to the beach together. But you swiftly put those ideas aside, realizing that due to the time crunch he was in it was probable that you weren't meeting him until sundown.

So you were strolling around the different pieces of art on display, fanning yourself with the brochure you were given upon entering the place. The hair on the back of your neck was sticking to your skin due to the sweat that trickled down your head during your walk there.

"I should've known I'd find you here."

You instantly spun on your feet to look back. Jeonghan was closing the distance between you, hands deep in the pockets of his shorts. Despite the weather outside, he was wearing a beanie, probably to cover up his messy long hair.

"What are you doing here?" you inquired with a shaky tone from the surprise of seeing him there. Of all the places, this is one you didn't think you would meet.

"I like museums," he shrugged, but then added: "They make up for great instagram photos."

He pressed his lips in the tiniest of smiles when you rolled your eyes, smirking at him as he finally walked up to you.

"Are you alone?" he asked, looking around the large room. "Where is your boyfriend?"

You saw it in his eyes that he already knew, but nodded when you only muttered. "Working."

"Trouble in paradise, again?" he mused, tilting his head to one side, reading your facial features expertly.

"It's nothing," you averted your gaze from him and onto the display you had in front of you.

But the deep feeling of remorse parking on the pit of your stomach was eating you up. You hated that you felt guilty about telling Jeonghan stuff about your relationship, you hated the fact that Joshua had brought it up.

"I don't know if this will work, Jeonghan," you whispered despite the tears threatening to break you.

"This?"

When you could finally look back at him, there was a frown on his face, the soft lines between his eyebrows deepening as he tried to figure you out.

Then you saw it when he connected your words together, he released the tension on his brow.

"Oh, don't be silly," he tried to smile, to see if you replied with one of your own but when you didn't, and you couldn't stop your lip from quivering, he sighed. "You're only saying that because you're scared. Talk it out with him."

"But we don't actually see each other, and when we do, we don't... talk much," you muttered shamefully, driving your gaze elsewhere and resumed your walk around the gallery.

"What are you actually worried about, then?" he fell into step closely behind you. "From my point of view, you seem like you're only mad that you're not spending time together like you used to."

"But," you blurted, turning around to face him again, making him stop in his walk abruptly before bumping into you. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he whispered, but there was something in his mannerism that made you pause. "But...?"

"It's nothing."

You flicked your hair off your sweaty neck, to keep fanning yourself with the brochure.

Jeonghan's eyes followed your movements with his eyes, inevitably spotting the red hickey below your earlobe that your boyfriend made before leaving the hotel room and a hot wave of embarrassment washed over your face, making you drop your gaze to the ground.

"Tell you what," he muttered, seemingly unaffected by the very toxic display of possessiveness. "Let's go grab a beer and something to eat. Forget about all of this, maybe that's what you really need."

You gathered the strength to look at his face again. Jeonghan pressed his lips in a cute smile, making tiny dimples show on his chin.

"Yeah, okay, I'd like that," you decided with a nod of your head.

"Let's go," he cocked his head in the direction of the museum's entrance and started to walk.

You followed him in silence, feeling uneasy still by Jeonghan seeing your hickeys for some reason you couldn't explain.

Your fingers dragged a large fry on a puddle of ketchup on your plate, you were conscious that your stomach was full, but you were in a mood in which you preferred to keep eating instead of talking about your feelings.

"Are you ordering more?" Jeonghan eyed the lonely fry sitting on the plate, and then your face as you munched silently.

"I don't think I can eat more," you admitted with a slurred speech.

"Tsk," he clicked his tongue with an amused smile.

Jeonghan raised his wrist, pulling his sleeve to uncover his smartwatch.

"D'you think Joshua is still in that meeting?" he asked with some caution to the look he sent you.

It had been hours since your last interaction with your boyfriend, his last text five hours ago read that his impromptu meeting was extending and that it was too important for his band to just cut it short or postpone.

"I think that he forgot about me," you replied bitterly, lifting the large jar which was half full of beer. "And I don't care if he did, I don't wanna think about him."

Worry flashed across Jeonghan's face but he quickly composed himself to ask for the bill and then he turned to you.

"What?" you blurted.

"Do you know how to play pool?"

"Nope," you replied in the same manner.

"Come on, I'll teach you," he pulled out a bill that would cover both of your meals and stood from the booth.

"What, wait," you stammered before grabbing your things and following him out the restaurant.

"Careful," he muttered when you caught up with him, drunk enough that you nearly stumbled against his frame. His hands came to your arms behind you to help you stabilize.

"Thank you, Jeongjeong," you muttered with a chuckle. "And for the food too. Next one's on me, alright?"

The weather had dropped dramatically, the skirt of your pretty summer dress rippled against the breeze that swept down the street.

"Don't worry about it," he said, the hair that wasn't secured by his beanie ruffled against his neck.

"Oh," you uttered when your phone suddenly started buzzing in your handbag.

But just as you were about to see what it was, Jeonghan was tugging your arm with his hand, pulling you aside on the sidewalk before you stomped against a lightpost. You yelped and staggered against his frame, a drunken laugh erupting out of you.

"Watch where you're going, princess," he chuckled, grabbing your arms to keep you on your feet.

"Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, raising your chin to meet his gaze.

You realized with a start just how close his face was with yours, your breath hitched audibly and you pulled back from him.

"Don't be," he said and turned to the door behind him, which you realized was the entrance to a bar. "After you."

You breathed out in utter embarrassment, thinking of saying something to him, maybe cut the outing and leave to the hotel room.

But Jeonghan smiled cutely at you, cocking his head towards the door, motioning you inside.

You walked into the buzzing of the bar, instantly being swept by the dark mood of its interior. Exposed brick walls, checkered sticky floors, dimly lit tables, the distant sounds of the pool tables in the back of the place.

"Come," Jeonghan muttered on your side, and you followed him closely through the wooden chairs and tables until you reached the rows of pool tables and found one that was vacant for you two.

Jeonghan ordered two beers and paid in advance. Turning to you with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Hope you brought cash," he smirked, holding a bill between his pointer and middle finger to you as he set it on the bartop mounted on the wall behind you.

"My wallet cries every time I'm with you," you joked, settling your bag on the bartop and pulling out a bill to stamp it on top of his.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy this," he grabbed one of the cue sticks and handed it to you. "Ladies first."

"Don't you think it's unfair to place bets when I don't know how to play?" you inquired, tilting your head to one side.

Jeonghan grabbed the recently brought beer bottles, handed you one and then he raised his to you. "I'll go easy on you."

You clinked the neck of your beer with his. "I'll take your word for it, Yoon Jeonghan."

Jeonghan tipped the bottle between his smiling lips, drinking in with you.

"But first," he mused, pointing at your face with the top of his bottle. "You need to answer your phone."

You blinked in surprise and turned to the bartop to find your phone buzzing and Joshua's picture being displayed on the screen.

"Oh," you scrambled to get your phone and pressed on the green button. "Yes?"

"Baby? Where are you?" Joshua replied immediately. "I've been trying to reach you."

"I'm sorry, Josh, I... am at a bar," you frowned at your own wording, but tried to get it out as sober as possible.

"At a bar?" he inquired and you could almost see the bewildered expression on his face as his voice sounded. "By yourself?"

"I am wi-with Jeonghan," you rubbed your fingers on the bridge of your nose so hard your eyes watered. "I can send you the location so you can come join us."

"I thought tonight was just going to be me and you," he muttered but you could tell in his tone that he wasn't angry, just confused.

"And I thought that you had cleared your schedule for me," you bit back, however, anger flaring in your body, accelerating your heartbeat.

"I'm sorry, baby," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low rasp. "I thought it would be a short meeting but we got into contracting and planning and time just flew out of my hands."

You rolled your eyes, which were stinging with tears. "I'll send you the location, okay."

"Okay," he whispered.

And then you hung up.

"Is he coming?" Jeonghan called as he removed the pool rack gathering the balls.

"Yeah," you replied as you sent your location into the chat you shared with your boyfriend.

"Nice," he smiled briefly. "Come here, I'll teach you the rules."

You grabbed your cue pick and walked around the pool table where your best friend stood, hands busy holding his beer and pick. Jeonghan took a sip from his beer bottle, smacking his lips as he swallowed happily.

"Pay attention," he advised before starting to tell you the rules to playing pool.

It was a fairly simple game, though you couldn't help but feel your mind slipping away, from thoughts pertaining to your boyfriend, to the way that Jeonghan drank from the beer bottle, back to your boyfriend, to the way that Jeonghan grabbed the cue pick–

"Okay?" Jeonghan asked, his brown eyes roaming on your face, noticing without much effort that you had spaced out through the whole thing.

"Okay," you nodded with your head, cheeks blazing hot in utter shame.

"Okay, then," he decided with a nod of his head. "You do the break, princess."

Your breath hitched as you placed the cue pick awkwardly, avoiding Jeonghan's gaze but once you did look at him, he was biting his lip to avoid smiling at your clumsiness.

"Okay, another thing," he said, setting aside his cue pic and beer bottle and shuffling towards you. Jeonghan bent over beside you, his hands grabbing yours to set it on the pool table. "This is how you place your hand, see?" he turned his head to look at you.

You weren't looking at his hands on yours, however. You were completely absorbed by how close his body was to yours, how on edge the warmth of his body seemed to be putting you in.

"Yeah," you whispered when his eyes dropped to find your mouth.

"You need to keep it firm so your stroke doesn't waver," he explained, but the tone of his voice had dropped. "Understood?"

"Understood," you replied.

"And your arm back here will do all the work," he said, his hand coming up to touch your elbow. "I don't want you moving other parts of your body, got it?"

"I got it."

"Okay, now. Go," he stood up straight to go around the table on the opposite side to yours, coughing loudly as he always did to clear his throat.

"Ok," you whispered to yourself, your lip tucked behind your front teeth in concentration as you pulled your hand holding the cue pick back and motioned it forward with a thrust.

The stroke wasn't as half-bad as you had expected it to be. You stood back and watched the balls break their formation and roam on the pool table.

"Nice," Jeonghan praised with a nod of his head, tipping the beer bottle on his mouth briefly. "You got one ball in a pocket here," he pointed with his cue pick to one corner of the pool table.

"Oh, did I?" you perked up. "Which is it?"

"Solid. So I go for the stripes," he said, pulling his sleeves up, thus revealing his watch on one wrist, and on the other, something you immediately spotted as something familiar.

"Hey! That's my scrunchie!" you jumped and ran to the other side of the table to where he stood. "Give it back!"

Jeonghan raised his wrist in the air, stepping back. "It was in my car," he said with a low chuckle of his.

"It's mine!" you squealed, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Founders keepers, princess," he said in a mocking tone. "It's mine now."

"Jeonghan!" you jumped to reach his wrist, but he simply just stepped back.

"Back off," he muttered with a grin, and then he casted a look above your head. "Ah, Joshuji, you're here!"

Your breath caught in your throat and you twirled on your feet, Joshua walked through the rows of occupied tables, his frame obscured by the lack of lighting as opposed to the very bright lamp on top of the pool table you were standing by.

But upon seeing him, you couldn't help but feel your face being taken over by a big smile. You could tell that seeing you smiling at him had an effect on him, he replied with a smile on his own, leaning down to press his lips against yours. "Hi handsome," you mused.

"Hi beautiful," he replied warmly and turned to greet his best friend.

"We were just starting," Jeonghan said. "I'll go grab you a beer, hold on."

And without any preamble, he left straight to the bar, thus leaving you alone with your boyfriend. So you reluctantly moved your gaze to meet his, finding an apologetic expression on his face.

"Baby, I–,"

"How was your meeting?" you asked in a sweet tone, cutting off the sentence you knew he would say.

Joshua blinked. "Fine, it was fine," he frowned slightly. "We have a new manager."

"That's great!" you smiled at him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad. I'm also glad you're here."

"You're not mad at me?" he inquired, seemingly thrown off by your attitude.

You sighed in resignation. "I'm not mad," you decided. "I just want us to have some fun tonight, okay?"

"Okay," he replied, pressing his lips into a tight smile. "Thank you, baby."

"Don't mention it," you stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips, giving him a brief kiss.

Jeonghan came back, offering Joshua a new bottle of beer. “Thanks, man,” Joshua smiled at him and then turned to you. “I didn’t know you liked to play.”

“This is my first time,” you grinned. “Jeongjeong was just teaching me how to play.”

“Wanna team up with her?” Jeonghan asked Joshua, a devious smile appearing on his lips. “Price of entry is five.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense,” you interjected, acting scandalized. “If he’s with me we count as one person.” 

“Fair enough,” Jeonghan shrugged. “You should know Joshua is terrible at this, by the way.”

You turned to look at your boyfriend, who just rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to him, baby,” he said, placing a hand on your lower back as he looked at the pool table. “What are you?” 

“Stripes,” you mumbled. 

“Solid,” Jeonghan corrected. 

Joshua giggled, tipping his head back. “Oh, baby. You should stop betting against this guy.”

“It’s fun,” you shrugged, watching Jeonghan lean down on the table, his eyes set on his game as he calculated the direction, pointing the cue stick with a firm hand on the green surface of the table. 

And with a hard thrust, the point of the cue stick hit the white ball, sending two stripe balls to the edge of the table, one falling into a pocket. 

“Nice,” Jeonghan hissed with a satisfied smile, looking at the ball that almost made it to a pocket, thus possibly securing an easy game. 

“My turn,” you mumbled with a sigh, feeling shy now that you were being watched by your boyfriend. 

You analyzed the balls spread around on the table for a second. 

“Remember, the striped ones are mine,” Jeonghan said with a slight amusement to his tone. 

“I know!” you replied. 

So you bent over the table, taking your time to be certain that your hand was placed correctly on the table and the other secured the cue stick with firmness before you thrusted your arm forth, sending the white ball towards your target ball. 

“Oof, close, princess!” Jeonghan watched and his body swayed to the side as he put one arm around his cue and hugged it.

“Umn,” you pouted and looked over your shoulder to find Joshua. He was leaning back against the bar top, looking over you with a small smile on his beautiful face. 

“Want help?” he offered, pushing his body off the bar top and stepping closely behind you. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out some of your embarrassment. “I’m terrible at this.” 

“You’re learning, baby,” he offered you a kind smile. “Nobody is good at this at first try.”

"I was," Jeonghan protested, bent over the table, and smashed the end of his cue against the white ball, pushing the ball that was already on the edge. 

"No, you weren't," Joshua bit back at him, shaking his head, a hint of annoyance in his tone. But his gaze softened when he found your face again. "You need to add more impulse to your stroke, moving your hip forward."

You nodded slowly before bending over on the pool table, gripping your cue firmly on one hand and setting the end on the other. Joshua's hands came to aid the position of your body, the touch on your body sent a shot of arousal through your body, as though a bolt of lightning.

 Joshua leaned over on your side, his body really close to yours, his hands shifting your body. "When you move the cue to hit, make sure you put some weight on this side," he said, his hand clenching your hip over your pretty dress and moving it forward slightly. "Keep your aiming arm firm and your elbow straight, okay?" 

"Okay," you whispered, looking at his rosy and puffy lips.

Joshua noticed immediately, the shadow of a smile twitching on his lips before pulling his body back. "Go."

You wished you could say what happened in that moment, but it definitely aroused something deeply taunting within you. Bending over the pool table, you felt two sets of eyes on you.

Jeonghan stood at the other end of the table, his eyes trained on you. And you suddenly realized that his eyes were not on the game. He was looking at you. 

Casting a look over your shoulder. Joshua was also looking at you, his ashy blond head tilted to one side, his dark beautiful eyes wandering over your body, stopping to read your face, understanding what he saw in your warm cheeks, in your flustered face. 

A slow, knowing smile stretched on his lips. "Eyes on the table," he muttered before the moment stretched any longer. 

The game ended a moment later with Jeonghan collecting your money, a sly grin as he said: "We should do this again sometime." 

Despite having lost against him, you nodded. "I'd like that." 

You had enjoyed some part of playing pool, that being the times where you actually hit the balls into pockets and not when you were being sorely and evidently distracted by your boyfriend's hands and lips. 

Joshua laced his fingers with yours as you walked back to the hotel room together. Jeonghan was drawing from his vape pen deeply, going on for what felt like half a minute and letting out the puffy flavored air in your face. 

"Jeonghan!" you pushed his shoulder, making him cackle. 

"Well, tonight was fun," Jeonghan said as he stepped out of the elevator on his floor. "Have a nice night."

"You too, Hannie," Joshua said, encircling his arms behind you to press your body flush to his front as the elevator doors closed and you were alone. 

"Josh…" you carefully called when he pressed his lips on your shoulder over your dress, moving up to kiss the crook of your neck, and then under your earlobe. 

"Mmn?" he muttered, tightening his grip around you.

You bit your lower lip hard as you considered how to word out your next question. 

"Do you…" you asked but then he planted an open kiss on the red hickey on the curve of your neck, making you jump slightly and blurt out: "Have you ever had a threesome?" 

Joshua paused his kisses, he removed his arms from around your waist and made you turn to him. "Why?" he asked, his brow furrowing in intrigue. 

"Answer the question." 

The elevator arrived to the floor and you were left with the question in the air as your boyfriend practically dragged you into the hotel room, swiftly closing the door behind you. Joshua Hong had you figured out when he turned to you, taking to steps so that he was looking at your face, reading your reaction as he said:

"What are you suggesting, baby?" 

"Nothing," you breathed but a tiny smile betrayed you. 

"Tell me," he insisted, his voice dropping to a gentle mumble.

"I… was just thinking that," you started, but you realized that you didn't plan your words this far. So in a string of fast stammers you blurted: "You know, you've told me that you would accept to do it if I wanted to do it and I want to. Do it."

Joshua smiled, it was a downturned smile. "Do you want to have a threesome, bunny?" he mumbled, raising a hand to brush the back of his fingers down your cheek. 

"Yeah," you whispered, shuddering slightly when his fingers tangled on your hair on the back of your hair. You felt the hard muscle of his chiseled chest as you rubbed your hands up and down his torso. 

"What made you want it so suddenly?" he mused, but he knew you. He got you figured out the minute you posed the question. "Bending over the pool table got you horny? You saw how we were looking at you and you liked it. Is that right, baby?"

"Mm-huh," you breathed as his lips grazed yours with a feathery kiss. "I-it got me thinking."

"Oh, you insatiable little thing," he said, sighing a smile. "Do you want me to ask Jeonghan? Do you want him in bed with us?"

The question was so brutally crude that it had your breath catching on your throat, quite loudly. "Yeah," you breathed. "I… want you both to take turns with me." 

"Mmnn," he hummed as he kissed your lips repeatedly and you wished you could see his face, to get in insight as to what he was pondering between kisses.

But he just bent down, lifting you from the ground with his strong arms holding your legs to prop you on the bathroom marble sink with a low squeal in surprise from your part. Joshua's hands cradled the back of your head, fingers tangling on your hair as he pulled on it, making you angle your head back and give him access to kiss your neck.

Joshua moaned when your hands roamed all over his body, circling his shoulders and then to his back, feeling over his shirt the lines between the muscles of his toned back until you reached the hem of his black denim jeans. A smile breaking on his lips as he pressed kisses on your face when you dipped your hands beneath his clothes to feel his round butt. 

"What else?" he muttered breathily on your neck. "What do you want, baby?" 

A moan coiled in your throat when his lips reached your throat, and you were almost amazed that your boyfriend appeared to be considering your crazy proposition.  "I want you to watch him fuck me," you blurted breathily. "I want you both inside me too."

Joshua sighed and you knew he was smiling on your neck. "Baby, are you serious?" he asked, pulling his head back to read your face.

There was a fascinated glint in his eyes, the small smile crowning his lips, Joshua was amused. "Yeah, I'm serious," you smiled with embarrassment. "I want this."

Your boyfriend considered your words for a brief moment, but to you it felt like forever. Your heartbeat strummed hard against your chest as he leaned over, pressing a kiss on your cheek. "Do you remember how to prep yourself, baby?" he asked, his voice barely above a mutter.

Your hands were still holding onto his shoulders, fists clenching on the fabric of his denim shirt when you understood what those words meant. "Yeah," you replied after swallowing hard.

Joshua pulled away from your neck, his lips traveling to your cheek, pressing tender kisses. "I'll talk to him, meanwhile you go get cleaned up," he said, breath fanning against your ear, making you shudder slightly.

"Okay," you nodded, turning your face to press your lips against his own.

Your boyfriend paused, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as his big brown eyes scanned your face. "Are you nervous?" he asked, his voice still strained and you, when you nodded with your head, understood that he was nervous too.

"I am," you admitted with a small giggle that made Joshua show you a smile, crushing your heart over the beauty of his face. You encircled your arms around his neck. "But I want to do this."

"I know," he replied, the studded eyebrow twitching up. "Don't think I've forgotten about the filthy porn you wrote in your book."

Joshua's smile only widened when your laugh echoed on the tiled walls of the bathroom. "Shuddup," you gasped embarrassedly

"If it makes you feel better, I'm nervous too," he admitted, his gaze softening and the smile reducing into a mere small curve of his pretty lips.

"Why? You've done this before," you frowned in confusion.

His hand cupped your chin, looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you felt your heart quiver. "Yeah, but this is the first time it's with someone I love," he confessed, the weight of his words so heavy that his voice was merely a whisper.

"Do you want to do this, Joshua?" you asked, reading the features of his face to pick up any signs of reluctance. "If you don't want to do this, it's okay, baby. I won't mind."

"I do. I want to do this," he replied not a second later. "It's just that... this is new to me too."

You could've sworn that the love and adoration blooming in your heart showed in your face, his dark eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly.

"What?" he asked.

"You're cute," you giggled, pressing your forehead against his. "And I love you so much."

The tiniest of groans left his mouth before you met his lips with yours. "I love you too, baby," he replied with a smile that you felt in your mouth. "So much."

With a brief open kiss, he peeled his body off of yours and turned to start the shower for you. He flashed you a smile and pressed his lips to yours before heading out of the bathroom, leaving you in privacy to get on with preparing yourself.

You threw a quick glance around as you came back to the bedroom, your body wrapped in a hotel bathrobe. You were deciding on what to wear as you heard the click to the door, your stomach dropped and you twisted to see that it was only Joshua coming in.

"You startled me," you breathed out with a sheepish smile as you watched him walk to you.

"Sorry, baby," he pressed his lips in a smile before grabbing you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Jeonghan will be joining us shortly."

"Oh," you sighed, your body suddenly burning with anticipation.

"Are you ready?" he looked at your body, and smiled upon seeing the bathrobe. "I thought you'd be wearing something else."

"I just came out of the shower," you mumbled awkwardly. "I honestly don't know what to wear."

"Wear nothing," he showed you a downturned smile but when he saw your expression again he shrugged. "Wear something comfortable. I will."

Joshua turned away to get undressed himself, sending you meaningful glances when you discarded the bathrobe, the corners of his beautiful lips curving slightly as he watched you rummage in your bag for clean panties to wear.

"What did you tell him?" you inquired as you gathered what you wanted to wear for the occasion.

"Just that we wanted to have a threesome, and that I told you that he would be up for it," he replied, still looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "I'll text him when you're ready."

"I need to know how the conversation happened," you said with a shaky tone, and you smiled embarrassedly at your own jumpiness.

"I told him just that, baby," he chuckled, his eyes turning into half moons.

"Did you tell him about..." you looked upwards in embarrassment. "About what I want?"

"That," he started, sending you a look with a smirk. "Is something I'll leave to you."

"Josh!" you squealed, and he giggled sweetly. "I thought you would tell him!"

"I think that is something that you should tell him, baby. There's nothing wrong with voicing out your wants and needs," he said with the most natural air about him.

You groaned in frustration, only making him giggle again.

"Baby, Jeonghan and I have done this before," he explained with seriousness now. "You don't have to worry, he'll probably accept whatever you want us to do."

"Mmph," you stood there, clothes folded in your arms as you kept your thoughts to yourself.

"Ready, bunny?" he asked, driving you away from your train of thought. He had lost his black denim jeans and the shirt, now wearing a black tank top and gray shorts.

In his hand, you saw that he had brought out from his luggage two things, the training plugs that he got for you and a bottle of lube, you nodded.

"Yeah," you breathed out, placing your clothes at the foot of the bed. "How do you want me?" you asked, overly conscious of how lewd you sounded.

"Sit on the bed first," he instructed, biting his lower lip, a darkened gaze roaming all over you as you sat in front of him. A hand came to cup your chin, his long fingers grazing your jawline. "Come here," he whispered before he leaned down to kiss you, his wet lips capturing your own with a low grunt from him.

You raised your arms to encircle his neck, your fingers reaching his ashy blond hair as you kissed him back. "You're so hot," you whispered.

Joshua hummed in your lips, and you felt how the corners lifted in a smile. "Ditto," he said with a low grunt as he kissed you again. "So fucking hot, everyone had their eyes on you."

"Oh, don't lie," you chuckled.

"I'm serious," he mumbled, the tip of his tongue sliding on top of your lower lip. "That dress you wore tonight..."

"What about it?" you breathed as his lips continued to press on yours, his hands coming down to sink in the duvet, leaning forward so that you could lie down, his body hovering on top of yours.

"It was... you looked so hot in it," he replied almost aloofly, kissing your chin, then trailing down to your neck until he reached your breasts. "You sexy little thing, you don't know the effect you have on people. On me."

That made you laugh, the sweet sound making him raise his eyes to meet yours.

"It's just a dress," you mumbled meekly. "But I can wear it again some time, just for you."

Joshua smirked before leaning closer to wrap his lips around your nipple, teasing it with his tongue. "I'd love that, baby," he replied.

A moan coiled in your throat when he moved his mouth to tease your other nipple. It was short-lived though, sitting back on his knees, he patted you with his hand.

"Turn over, bunny," he instructed.

You rolled over, feeling the bed shift at your sides. You lifted your head to find him leaning over to prop a kiss in your shoulder blade, knowing how sensitive you were in that area.

"Remember how to do this?" he whispered, his lips trailing on the line of your back, making you squirm slightly.

"Ye-yeah I do," you stammered, fist clenching on the white duvet.

"Ass up, baby," he patted one of your buttcheeks with his hand and you immediately pushed yourself onto your knees, elbows flatly on the bed.

"Good girl."

You licked your lips before sinking your teeth down on your lower, focusing on relaxing. The noise behind you was distracting, turning your head to see what it was you saw him spreading lube on his fingers.

He sent you a look as he rubbed his fingers together briefly, setting the bottle aside to plant his hand on your lower back. The pads of his lubed fingers pushed on your hole, and you immediately turned your face on the duvet.

"You're okay?" he asked upon seeing your reaction.

"Keep going," you muttered, closing your eyes to focus on his fingers pushing on you, spreading them open ever so slightly, making you moan deliriously. It was kind of insane to you that you could get aroused with so little.

"So wet," he whispered, probably seeing your juices gathering in your pussy. His fingers spread a little more, causing your body to contort and a little more when the hard tip of the plug pushed in your hole. "How does it feel?"

"Alright," you replied, flinching dramatically when Joshua pushed the butt plug more, toying with it inside you.

He laughed breathily and patted you again. "That's my baby," he murmured. "Get ready, I'm telling Jeonghan to come over."

As you turned to fetch your panties, reality seemed to sink in: you were about to do something you haven't done before. And you were about to do it with your boyfriend and your best friend.

Joshua paced around the bedroom as he typed on his phone. You laid back on the pillows, deciding it was best to calm your jumpiness if you relaxed on the bed.

You had decided to wear one of his wide t-shirts, which was proving to be very comfortable pyjamas, and tried your best to calm your frantic heartbeat.

"He's here," Joshua said a moment later, walking over to open the door.

You sank down on the pillows, watching your boyfriend pace back to the bed, sitting down beside you to plan a kiss in your brow, probably seeing that you were still nervous about this.

Jeonghan walked into your view shortly after, hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie, almost as if he was carrying himself with a heaviness that only allowed him to move slowly, cautiously.

Oh, god. What do you say in situations like this? You wondered. What is Jeonghan thinking? Is he wondering, like you, how wildly your night changed for all of you?

"I'm here," he muttered, shrugging slightly.

Jeonghan was wary. You noticed that with a drop to your stomach. He was probably nervous about how your friendship would look like after this, just as you were.

So you sat on the bed slowly and crawled over to the foot of the king size bed, eyes set on the man that you had learned to confide in and trust. He was standing before the bed, frozen, mind reeling—you saw it in his eyes when you stood on your knees and his heavy gaze set on yours.

"Jeonghan," you called his name softly. "There's this... thing, a fantasy of sorts that I've been wanting to try out, and... there is no one else I'd rather try it out but you."

Confusion crossed his features ever so slightly, furrowing his brow, but his eyes never deterred from yours.

"Do you want to do this?" you mumbled to him. "You can walk away right now, and it'll be okay."

His lower lip parted a little and then his gaze shifted, eyes darkening. You got to know each other so well that you could see that he had his mind resolved in that moment. And it almost robbed the air out of your lungs to know with certainty—Yoon Jeonghan wanted you.

Jeonghan didn't ask for permission from the man behind you, and neither did you. A hand snaked to your waist, at the same time you pulled him by the collar of his hoodie, bringing him closer, his sweet eyes capturing yours, then your lips, then back to your eyes.

There was nothing to be said, just the exchange of glances before his lips touched yours. You held in a breath, tasting his in the process, just before his lips locked yours in the slowest, tenderest kiss.

His tongue caressed your lower lip slowly, pushing past it and played with your tongue briefly, your wet lips making a soft smacking sound when your friend pulled away.

In that moment, something clicked in your brain. Jeonghan had been burning to do this. He'd been burning to get a taste, a touch, to scratch the itch off his brain.

And you did too.

"Do you have a safeword, princess?" Jeonghan muttered in your mouth.

Your entire body became alight with anticipation and you breathed out your safeword.

"Before we do this," Jeonghan muttered, now sending a look to your boyfriend. "Is there anything I should know?"

You turned your gaze to Joshua, who was still lying in the same position. It made your stomach clench that he seemed almost unfazed, amused and... turned on.

"Like what?" Joshua asked, his studded eyebrow twitched. "We're both tested and clean, if that's what you're referring to."

His eyes locked on yours. "Is there anything off limits?"

You took a moment to breathe in, experiencing a very intense feeling of déjà vu. "Nothing is off limits, Jeonghan," you mumbled, using the hand still gripping his hoodie to bring him closer.

The last thing you saw was his half smile as you clashed your mouth against his, feeling his soft lips again, the warmth of his tongue on yours, making you moan in his mouth desperately needy. A burning wave rushed from your knees to your face, embarrassment coursing through you as you were now vulnerable at the eyes of your best friend.

But Jeonghan's hands slid beneath your oversized t-shirt and got to business without skipping a beat, almost as if he were in a rush or under time to get you under his touch.

With his thin fingers he caressed the line of your back, bundling up the t-shirt up to your armpits. You broke away from his lips to give him ample space to get rid of the oversized t-shirt, uncovering your bare breasts to his full view.

"Are you just gonna watch?"

Jeonghan blurted out the words without tearing his eyes from your body, much as if he were unable to, or as if he didn't want to look at your boyfriend.

"For now, yeah," Joshua emphasized.

"Why?" Jeonghan mumbled as his lips returned to your own, kissing you deeply this time. A hand came up to your side, tracing lines between your ribs with the pads of his fingers, making you squirm a little.

"I want princess to know what she's up for first," Joshua said with a slight tinge of amusement to his tone.

Jeonghan groaned when your hands slid under his hoodie, discovering that he wore nothing beneath it with a satisfied moan of your own.

Your fingers felt the muscles of his abdomen twitch upon your touch. And relishing at your discovery, your hands traveled from his tummy and up his chest, fingertips dancing on his soft skin.

His hands flew to seize your own and pulled back his head. "Umn, you're touchy," he grunted. "Tsk, we can't have that, princess."

You heard a soft sigh behind you. And you didn't need to look to know your boyfriend was smiling, probably enjoying the show of you discovering that your boyfriend's best friend is just as dominant as himself.

You tried to free your wrists from his grasp, but he didn't budge. Jeonghan bit his lower lip, a weak attempt to mask the smile that crept on his face.

"I want to see you, Hannie," you mumbled sheepishly. "It's only fair, right?"

Jeonghan pulled your hands out of his hoodie, shaking you a little when he used the control he had over you when he pulled you to his chest, planting a hard kiss on your mouth.

"Get on the table," he murmured in your mouth.

You gulped your nervousness down and nodded.

Climbing down from the high bed and walking over to the small table that served as a desk and turning to first sit your butt down and propped yourself up using your hands for support.

Now, you had a fuller view of the two men staring at you. Your eyes fell on Joshua first, he had moved to the armchair in one corner of the room beside the bed. Presumably to get a better view of what your best friend would do now.

"Baby, why don't you tell him about your fantasy?" he asked, noticing your eyes on him with a lazy smile at you.

"Lie down," Jeonghan commanded quietly, but waiting for you to start talking about the fantasy that has brought you this far.

You leaned back on the wooden table of the hotel room, only big enough to support half of your body so you instinctively pushed your knees back, planting the soles of your feet on it too.

A shudder crossed your spine when his lithe fingers tugged at the band of your panties and pulled them down your thighs. You extended your legs out for him to slide your panties down, tossing them to the floor.

"Move your legs up, baby," he said softly, grabbing you by the knees and pushing them up so the soles of your feet were flat against the desk, legs parted for him.

This way Jeonghan could have a view of your body. And you realized by then that he wanted you the farthest he could get you from Joshua.

"What's this fantasy about?" he inquired softly, as he continued to busy himself, propping down his arms at your sides, hovering over you as he leaned down to litter your skin with feathery kisses.

You ran a hand on his scalp, pulling his long dark hair back. "I want you to fuck me, Jeonghan," you stated boldly at your best friend. "I want you and Joshua to take turns with me, use me."

Jeonghan had the exact reaction you thought he would. At first he looked at you in complete bewilderment, his big brown eyes reading the honesty in the features of your face. And then, as you had expected, his eyes lit up dauntingly, smiling slightly at you.

"Is there anything in particular you want to do?" he asked, though you felt like whatever you asked of him, he'd do it but he would want to do so much more.

The truth is, you just wanted him. You wanted to feel him, to taste him, to hear him share this with you. Nothing more.

"Just do whatever you want to me, Jeongjeong," you mewled sweetly, your hand sliding from his nape and onto his cheek.

He appeared to be enjoying your touch for a second, before he grabbed your hand and placed it back on the table, his fingers encircling your wrist as he leaned down to drop kisses on your lips.

"Anything, baby?" he whispered as his lips littered your jawline, neck and collarbones with kisses.

You thought about it for a second, you thought about how comfortable he spilled that pet name for you in front of your boyfriend. "Of course. Whatever you want."

"Okay," he replied in a hollow tone, his mouth reaching your chest, his fingers moving from your wrist, pressing the palm of his hand against yours, slowly interlacing his fingers with yours as his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples.

"God, Hannie..." you instantly mewled, his tongue pressed on your pebbled nipple, moving back his lips, suckling the nub, humming along his teasing before he moved to your other breast.

His tongue pressed on the center of your boob, circling around your nipple, leaving a tingling trail of drool as he darted a look up at you.

"Th-that feels good," you muttered, using the hand that wasn't held by his own to caress his hair.

"Will you do anything I want?" he asked abruptly, throwing a glance at you, your eyes met and you found a fiery need upon them, making your stomach clench nervously.

"O-of course, Jeonghan," you replied, your voice quivering a little.

His pretty lips stretched in a sweet smile. "I knew you'd be a good girl."

Your whole body burned, limbs tingling in arousal and anticipation as you understood that your best friend was just as dominating in bed as your boyfriend.

"Do you think about me much, Jeonghan?" you ventured to ask, daring to bat your eyelashes at him.

"You have no idea," he whispered, the confession robbing him of voice it seemed, his eyes roaming on the features of your face, absorbing your reaction with the ghost of a smile.

The shudder that shook you had you blinking rapidly and uncontrollably for a second, it elicited the tiniest of groans from you, from the exhilaration, the fascination over this.

"What do you think about?" you asked, your voice sounded sweet, almost distant as he leaned down, pressing his lips on yours slowly.

"I thought of you," he breathed, you realized he was smiling then his lips pressed on yours again. "Of doing this, kissing you."

"Just kissing me, Hannie?" you pressed, feeling your heart almost leap out of your chest from how bold you sounded.

You wondered if Joshua was able to hear this, to hear the way your voice dropped, to hear you let out a mewling sound as Jeonghan's hand came up to grab your face by your jawline and move you slightly so that he could litter kisses on the underside of your jaw.

Jeonghan shook his head, "No," he mouthed, licking his lips thoughtfully and he backed off, just so he could take a view of your body on the small table.

His hand left your jaw, the pads of his fingers trailed down your collarbones, raking your skin between your breasts, making you squirm over the tingling sensation.

"You are so beautiful," Jeonghan said quietly, almost as if he didn't intend for you to hear.

The hand finally parked on the middle of your tummy, a fingertip slightly dipping in your belly button, sending a delirious shiver throughout your body. The expression on his face was of fascination, you assumed, from seeing you naked for the first time, from having his hands on you like this.

"Thank you, Hannie," you gave him a sheepish smile, aching to sneak a look to the corner of the room, where you knew you would find the man watching this whole exchange.

Jeonghan released the hand that he had laced with his to keep you from touching him. "Stay still, princess," he commanded, though his sweet voice made it seem like it was mere advice.

You sucked in a breath, immediately rendered immobile when the hand that was on your tummy moved further down, caressing your skin in the process of falling down between your parted thighs.

His eyes darted to yours when his pointer finger swiped a line from the top of your mound, then down between your pussy lips, slowly feeling your soft folds covered in your arousal already.

"Hannie..." you sighed when his middle finger joined, both fingers dipping in your entrance to get your wetness in his fingertips, his eyes locking on yours.

"Try not to move, baby," he responded when you winced quite dramatically on the table as his slick covered fingers found your clit, pressing it before starting to trace circles around it.

Jeonghan leaned over you, you tasted his breath before he kissed you again, his lips moving tenderly in between yours, the tip of his tongue sliding inside your mouth meeting your own.

The kiss was so gentle that you had to force the rapid beating of your body to focus on the prickling sensation on the skin surrounding your mouth, down to your neck. Reaching out instinctively, you felt his fluffy long hair.

But that made him stop, detaching his mouth from yours but not far enough, so you felt his lips move: "No touching, princess," he whispered.

"Would you like to tie me up?" you suggested, feeling brazen enough with your best friend.

"I won't need to," he said, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face. "Because you're a good girl, aren't you? You're going to do as I say."

The sound of his words sent you into a mad desire to prove him right. You nodded, swallowing hard as the movement of his fingers on your clit switched, pinching the already swollen bud, making you moan as the swirling of his fingers trapping your clit became faster.

Your arms fell languidly on the table at your sides, letting yourself close your eyes, sinking into sweet pleasure, his lips returned to your own, placing featherlight kisses on the bottom lip.

"There we go, baby. Relax," Jeonghan whispered. "Focus on what you're feeling. Focus on me."

At that his lips left yours and you didn't dare to open your eyes again. Instead you felt them again on the spot below your earlobe, his kiss featherlight, moving down your neck, leaving a trail of a tingling sensation that made you squirm.

"Do you like that?" he asked with his soft voice, his mouth so close to your neck that you could hear his breathing.

"Yes, Hannie," you replied with a tiny voice.

The tips of his fingers slid down from your clit, leaving it swollen and aching for more contact, but soon you moaned when his pointer and middle fingers slid inside you to his knuckles.

You squeezed your eyelids when he retreated his hand a bit, and you felt the drag of his knuckles inside your gummy walls to then slide his fingers back inside, repeating the same motion over and over, creating a squelching sound of your sopping cunt against the palm of his hand.

The sound of your breath catching in your throat made you feel even more embarrassed over the wet sounds coming from your pussy. But you still itched to grab his face, or to hold onto his shoulders.

So you did just that, not caring about trying to be good for him anymore. You needed to feel him. Slipping the palms of your hands on his shoulders, hating the fact that he was still completely dressed. As though his plan were to fuck you with his fingers and then just leave.

"Can I take this off for you?" you asked with a meek tone, knowing that you were stepping over one of his no touching rules.

He looked at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes, but nodded with his head. "Go ahead," he whispered.

You eagerly grabbed the oversized hoodie by the sides, making him remove his hand from your pussy, helping you pull the piece of clothing over his head to reveal his creamy white skin.

And then, his movement was faster than you could even grasp, his hands were seizing your wrists, encircling them perfectly with his left hand and pulling them over your head on the table.

"No touching, princess."

You let out a sharp exhale. "But–," you started, but then you had to bite your tongue when you understood; he gave you a piece of his clothing for you to obey one of his commands.

"But...?" he mused, his eyebrows pushing up slightly.

"Nothing," you mumbled, relaxing your arms, framing your head on the table.

"Pull your knees up," he instructed, nodding his head at your legs as you drew your knees in, thighs open for him as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, deeper this time thanks to the new position you were in.

"Fuck," you blurted when you felt his fingers press on your front walls, exploring every inch of you with the pads of his fingers, his eyes trained on your face, capturing your reactions.

"You sound so pretty," he said entrancingly, getting lost in the faces and the sounds you made.

"Right there, Hannie," you mewled when his fingers curved inside you, pressing on a very sensitive spot in your front walls that had you seeing colors behind your eyelids.

You instinctively clenched your fingers into fists, unable to move under his grasp. Jeonghan chuckled softly when you writhed on the table.

"If I let your hands go, will you continue being good?" he asked and you blinked to find him inches away from your face.

"Yeah," you gulped, feeling obfuscated about the no touching rule, somehow being reminded of the familiarity that it carried.

His hand released your wrists, but it was quick to find your cheek to hold for him to press his lips against yours. "I want you to come on my fingers first," he said into your mouth.

The words elicited a violent shudder from you, angling your hips for his hand to fuck your cunt harder, being met with more kisses and a almost inaudible, "Good girl," from his end.

"Hannie..." you sighed, shutting your eyes when the thrusts of his fingers inside you gained force and speed, his fingers teasing that glorious spot he found after exploring your walls, the squelching sounds becoming louder. "Please, please, please."

You were reduced to mere lewd sounds, trembling on the table as the sweet pleasure inside you built up. Eyes shut so you only felt his hot mouth travel from yours and kiss the swell of your breasts, capturing one of your nipples, teasing it with his tongue as your moans only egged him on.

"Hannie," you called, hands clutching at the ends of the small table, unable to move anymore. "I'm there, god. Hannie..."

With a strangled sob, you sank into waves of pleasure, your orgasm flooded your body, sizzling under your skin and making you let out a whining moan. You felt your body be overpowered by soft spasms, your walls clamping around his fingers, as well as the plug in your hole.

"Fuck," you heard Jeonghan whisper as your walls squeeze his fingers tightly, but then he said in a louder tone: "Good girl."

You flinched slightly when his lips returned to yours, grazing softly before kissing you heatedly.

"Felt good, princess?"

"Yeah," you breathed out with a smirk. "I needed that."

The statement made you snap your eyes open, stomach twisting violently, leaving you cold on the table for a fraction of a second.

Jeonghan read you well, his head inclined to one side slightly. "Mmn, someone has been neglecting you a lot lately, isn't that right?"

You saw his lips move as he spoke those words openly, only worsening the chilling shudder.

You didn't dare to look at Joshua. You couldn't.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to give you more, baby?" Jeonghan asked, which in his tone sounded more like a soothing purr.

"Please?" you breathed shamefully.

Your eyelids fluttered with a shudder when he pulled his fingers out of your sopping pussy and without skipping a beat he took them into his mouth, licking your arousal off with a low grunt.

"Stay still," he whispered his next command, lowering himself onto his knees, his face at the perfect height to lean his mouth close to your inner thighs, propping kisses, not giving you much preamble before he pressed his tongue between your pussy lips.

"God!" you gasped.

A low chuckle made you turn your gaze to the corner of the room. There Joshua sat on the armchair, leaning his head on a fist as he watched you trying not to move, thighs wide open as his best friend ate you out.

Slowly, you propped yourself onto your elbows, keeping your eyes trained on your boyfriend, understanding on the features of his face that he was aroused by this but you wanted to know more, you wanted to taunt him, to elicit a bigger reaction from him.

Something about his lust-lidded eyes, the dark look he kept on you as he leaned his head on his fist, taking a deep breath which you recognized instantly as one of his methods to resist his own pleasure.

Running a hand on Jeonghan's head, threading your fingers through his fluffy dark hair to elicit a low grunt, sending a brief vibrating feeling between your pussy lips. You caressed his long hair as he sloppily ran his tongue across your folds, figuring you out, tasting you, exploring you fully.

The big and generous strokes of his tongue stopped, his eyes lifting to find yours as he moved his tongue, the pointed tip circling your clit slowly, watching your expression as your mouth parted and you let out a sharp breath.

"Hannie..." you mewled when the swirling of his tongue shifted into figure eight motions around your clit, gaining some speed as he kept his eyes on your face.

He groaned when your grip on his hair tightened in response to the pleasure blooming inside you again. No touching, he appeared to be telling you as his hand grabbed yours, removing it from his hair and lacing his fingers with yours, keeping your hand laced with his on top of your tummy.

"Fuck, Hannie, keep doing that please," you mumbled, sighing a moan at the same time you tried to keep yourself focused on the relentless motion of the pointed tip of his tongue.

Jeonghan released your hand when your thighs framing his head started to shake slightly, your moans increasing, sounding nearly sinful. You closed your eyes, feeling the touch of his hands exploring your body, caressing your skin, your tummy and your breasts, cupping them.

"Oh, Jeonghan..." you moaned, tipping your head back as a sweet wave of pleasure flooded inside your body, causing it to writhe slightly on the table.

But you felt his hands on your hips holding you down as you continued to call out his name, chest heaving with your sharp breaths.

Ignoring his rule again, you caressed his hair, brushing it back in an attempt to pull him back. But instead he just grounded his mouth in your pussy, simulating open kisses on your entrance, between your lips and on your clit.

"Jeonghan... sensitive," you flinched abruptly when his lips latched onto your clit, a series of loud smacking sounds coming from his mouth as he teased your engorged bud, releasing moans as he did so.

"Mm," he responded, looking at you again before detaching his mouth from your pussy.

You were embarrassingly breathless from coming so hard, legs trembling and you could feel the wetness dripping from between your legs onto the table.

"I... want—can I suck you off?" you asked, emboldened by the desire to make your boyfriend watch. But still, a tingling and warm rush of blood swarmed all over your face and neck.

Jeonghan rose from the floor, looking at you with an impassive expression on his face. Almost as if he didn't know what to do next, or if he wanted to do many things at once but couldn't decide.

He grabbed you by your hands, helping you sit up on the table to then plant a hard kiss on your lips, making you get a taste of yourself on his tongue when it swept inside your mouth.

"Get on your knees, princess," he instructed with a light tone, running the back of his fingers on your cheek.

Jeonghan turned away as you lowered yourself from the table, watching him get rid of the rest of his clothes in a near methodical way. Straight to the point, not putting on a show, or letting you have your fun by undressing him.

So you kept watching him as he threw his clothes to one side with little care as to where they landed, discarding his shorts, and underwear, until he was completely naked and in front of you. The only two things he carried on his body now were on his wrists: your scrunchie and his watch. 

"I want you here," he pointed to a spot in front of the bed, straight across from where Joshua was sitting.

You swallowed hard before sinking down onto your knees on the cold marble floor. Waiting, your eyes rose and fell on his tall frame, his nakedness. His milky white skin, his strong thighs, there was a beauty on how unapologetically he was displaying his body to you.

"You're beautiful," you whispered abruptly, having your heart crushed over how the words flew out of your mouth.

Jeonghan was shy whenever someone complimented him, but now he just seemed to be amused, as if he enjoyed being showered with your praise.

"Give me your hand," he offered you his palms before you could come out of your daze and placed your hands on his so he could indicate where you could touch him.

He then took your hand and placed them on his hip. "Leave it here. You can tap me if you want to stop, got it?"

You nodded, looking up at him and when your eyes met with his, you felt a deep sense of nervousness. It had been a while since you felt this during sex, and you realized with a flashing pain crossing your chest, that beyond the lust and desire for him, you felt something else.

His hand caressed your cheek before running his fingers through your hair. "Go ahead, princess. I'm yours," he muttered, and you noticed in the slight quiver in his tone that he was nervous and eager too.

You darted a look sideways, finding Joshua in the same position, much as if time had stopped for him the minute you and Jeonghan kissed. He bore the same look of lust in his eyes, the same dark determined look he wore whenever he was on a mission.

You ran your tongue between your lips once, driving all of your attention to the man standing before you now. He gave you a confident look, silently telling you that you were doing well and in that moment, it was all you needed.

Tentatively, your fingers trailed a line from his lower abdomen, a soft smile drawing on your face when you realized that he was hairy when your fingertip raked between the soft pubic hair.

"Don't tease me like this, princess," Jeonghan giggled after your fingers caused him to flinch slightly.

"Sorry," you breathed. But your fingers encircled around his long and pretty cock. It was so hard that you didn't need to stroke it beforehand, the pink tip already dripping with precum.

You pressed your lips on the underside of his cock, making a trail of feathery and wet kisses until you reached his tip, licking your lips to taste his precum with a hum. "You have a pretty cock," you muttered softly, almost sounding dazedly.

Jeonghan smiled, the sound making you break out of your trance. The hand cradling your hair moved, his thumb caressing one of your temples.

Holding his gaze, you opened your mouth and took his cockhead in, licking him first as you would a lolly, the tip first. Jeonghan's hand came to join the other, gathering your hair gently, his fingertips grazing on your scalp briefly.

You felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal as you watched Jeonghan's face relax, his mouth going slack as you slowly took his cock in your mouth, sucking his head eagerly now, trying to get more reactions from him.

"Oh," he uttered ever so gently, his voice dropping to a rasp.

You tried to explore him to the best of your capacity, tongue swirling around the pink head of his cock every time you moved your mouth back on him, taking him deeper when you pushed his cock until your lips reached your fist still placed by his hilt.

"God," you heard him gasp, his fingers clenching around the strands of your hair.

A shudder coursed through your body, making you raise your eyes to find his face riddled with pleasure, he threw his head back and now you could see his pretty neck, his throat moving as he moaned in pleasure.

The sound made your core flutter, it sounded so raw and sweet that you were instantly fascinated by it, eliciting a mewling sound from you. Hollowing your cheeks out as you moved your head back, to suck on his cock pressing your tongue around the head before going forward again, repeating the movement, faster.

"Stop, stop," he whispered, his hand slipping from your hair and grabbing your chin. "I'm close, princess."

You took a big gulp of air when Jeonghan pulled out of your mouth, drool dripping down your lower lip. "I want to keep going," you mumbled.

"Sure, baby?" he asked, the lines between his eyebrows showing ever so slightly.

"I'm sure," you nodded, leaning close to him so you could take him into your mouth again, darting a look to his face and then to his cock in front of you. "Use my mouth, please. I want you to fuck my mouth, Jeonghan."

The satisfying feeling you got from his eyes widening slightly at your words was something you were quickly growing an obsession with.

Before he could nod with his head, his eyes scanned your face swiftly. "Okay," he mouthed, his hands reuniting with your head, gathering your hair between his fingers.

Your mouth fell open for him, eyes trained on his face.

"Hands on me, baby," he rasped, a hand grabbing his cock as he guided it inside your parted lips, pushing it with his hips slowly as your fingers dug on the skin of his hips.

You inhaled deeply through your nose, eyelids fluttering uncontrollably as his long cock slid on your tongue, reaching the back of your mouth tentatively, thrusting slowly inside you before picking up a calculated pace.

There was something about holding his gaze as he pushed his cock inside your mouth, and you could see that it had the same effect on him as it did to yourself. It was near maddening, a frenzied rush coursed through your body, resolving you to keep yourself focused on him.

"Fuck, you're good at this," he muttered with a strain on his voice as he thrusted deep inside you, making you gag as you relaxed your throat for him to fuck, making him moan deliriously. "So fucking good," he whispered.

Your core throbbed at the sound of his words, you would've moaned if you weren't intent on deepthroating him without gagging. But tears were starting to gather on the corners of your eyes, your mouth had relaxed so much for him that you couldn't control the drool dripping onto your chin.

"God," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, shuddering with another delicious moan that rasped on his throat. "Baby, you feel so good."

Your hands encircled his hips, caressing his skin on the process keeping your teary eyes fixed on his face.

"I'm gonna come in your mouth," he gasped, opening his eyes to find your face.

You blinked slowly at him, as if saying "Please do," a thing you learned from your boyfriend on occasions like this.

"Fuck," he whispered shakily, the thrusting of his hips faltering slightly before he pushed deep into your mouth, throwing his head back as ropes of cum spurted from his cock and onto your throat.

Jeonghan moaned, a sound coming one after the other; breathless, raspy until you stopped swallowing his cum, breathing deeply through your nose, determined to look at his face as he came in your mouth.

His face was riddled in pure pleasure, his closed eyelids trembling slightly as he kept his mouth parted, breathing heavily as his hands relaxed on your hair, blindly searching your face to caress your cheeks.

"Fuck," he muttered to the ceiling, but this time it was different.

Jeonghan moved his head forward to find your face with his eyes, his hand cupping your cheek grazed your skin, his thumbs gathering the tears left in your cheekbones.

"Get up," he said, gently pulling out from your mouth and his hands grabbed yours to help you onto your feet. "Are you okay?" he asked once you were face to face with him.

"Mm-mmph," you cooed, nodding with your head in affirmation.

"Okay," he whispered, leaning closer to kiss your lips, slowly locking them with yours, rolling his tongue inside your mouth, moaning gutturally as he got a taste of himself in your tongue.

"Jeonghan..." you whispered.

He grabbed you by the waist as he sat down on the bed, bringing your body with him. Staggering slightly, you pressed one knee at his side, then the other.

"Ride me," Jeonghan muttered suddenly, almost as if in a hurry. His hands came up to cup your jaw lightly. "Come on, baby, sit on me," he whispered in your lips, urging you to move.

You nodded eagerly and pushed his body back on the bed, mouth watering again when you noticed that his cock had grown hard again and you sent him a look.

He must have read the pure awe in your eyes, because he nodded and swallowed hard. "Need to feel you, princess," he mumbled, his hands sliding on your hips, guiding you on top of his body as you moved on the bed to straddle him.

You took his pretty cock in your hand, rolling it over to spread the traces of your saliva and his precum along his shaft. Then, you angled it to your core, his eyes shifting from his cock about to slip inside you and back at your eyes, where they decided to stay as you slowly sat on his cock.

Jeonghan sucked in a breath and his hands gripped your hips tighter. "Don't," he stopped you just as you were going to look at the corner of the room. "Don't look at him. Look at me."

You nodded again in silence and bottomed out on him, your hands anchoring on the sides of his shoulders as you started rolling your hips on him, feeling every inch of his cock slowly. You let out a muffled moan, when you saw Jeonghan's expression change, his eyebrows knitted slightly and his mouth parted.

"Fuck," he groaned, sending his gaze to the ceiling. "Fuck. You're... a dream, princess. That's it, ride me, baby."

You had started to take a little speed, the sway of your hips gaining more control on his cock, bouncing on him to get closer to what your body desperately wanted. You wanted to come, to make him come, to watch him come undone under you.

"Jeonghan..." you breathed, feeling hot in the face because you could feel your boyfriend's eyes on you. "Am I doing it right?"

"Don't stop," he grunted, sucking in a breath through his pink lips, and shut his eyes for a moment.

Joshua had spread his legs, rubbing a hand over his clothed cock. His eyes were on you, just like you had wished for. A hot wave of shame and lust ran from your face to your cunt when you saw how hard your boyfriend was just from seeing you fuck someone else.

A slap came down your thigh, hard. "Fuck!" you yelped, hips stuttering sloppily.

"I told you not to look at him, princess," he tutted.

"'m sorry," you mumbled shamefully.

"Sorry won't cut it," he growled: "Faster."

You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, your hands finding his shoulders to anchor yourself on as you started rolling your hips faster on him. You moaned uncontrollably when you felt his cock hit in your walls deliciously each time you sank back in.

You kept that pace, that motion of your hips because you could feel the sweet pleasure building inside you, taking you closer to your release and the realization of cumming like this hit you, because you've never made yourself come like this, not even with Joshua.

"Je-jeonghan," you stammered, breathless, whimpering. "Fuck, fuck, oh god..."

You screwed your eyes shut, not allowing your body to grow tired and your hips buckled a little before you sank back on his cock, forcefully, letting out a cry as the tension in your body snapped, making you come hard on top of him.

"Jeonghan!" you gasped, opening your eyes to find his. His mouth had parted and his hands were kneading at your thighs, as if trying with all his might not to come with you.

"Look at you," Jeonghan cooed with a sigh, the fascination in his voice and written in his eyes was undeniable now. "Oh, princess, you're making a mess on me."

"Mmn?" you looked down where your bodies connected, without stopping swaying your hips on him. The base of his cock glistened wet with your arousal, his skin and pubic hair had a faint string of your cream smeared all over.

"You're doing great, baby," Jeonghan said softly, his fingers pinching your chin. "Didn't think you'd be this filthy. But it was expected of you, right?"

"'m not filthy," you slurred out, bouncing sloppily to keep your eyes on the mess you made. It was strangely alluring.

Jeonghan smiled, the sigh coming from him made you tear your eyes from the base of his cock and look at his face. "Are you sure, baby?Only a filthy girl can get herself off from this."

Your walls fluttered around his cock from hearing him talk down to you like that, you gave him a slow nod.

And then, without thinking, you looked at Joshua. He had lost his briefs, his head leaned back against the headrest, you saw his throat bob slightly, his darkened eyes set on you as his fist pumped his cock slowly.

Your whole body burned in response, drawing out a whiny moan and your brows knitted uncontrollably. A firm slap landed on your thigh, making you shut your eyes and cry out.

"Fuck, fuck! I'm sorry," you mumbled. "Sorry."

"You're being stubborn," he rasped, reaching out with one hand to grab your neck and pulling you closer so you brushed against his chest with your tits. "I never told you to stop."

"Sorry," you whispered nervously, your face so close to his that you felt his breath on your lips.

You moved your hips again, sinking on his cock sloppily.

"D'you like this, princess?" he whispered, looking at your eyes, then your lips. "Do you like that your boyfriend just watched you come on my cock, not his?"

"Yeah," you croaked. "I want more."

A corner of his mouth curled up, his hands came down from your neck to grip your ass and he stopped you completely, his cock slipping out of your sopping walls.

"Wh-what did–,"

"Get on all fours," Jeonghan instructed before kissing you chastely.

You stilled, searching his eyes impatiently. But he looked back at you, lust blown eyes, his mouth sporting a devilish grin.

"Go on," he urged, patting your thigh with his hand.

You planted your hands on his chest to help yourself onto your knees, and crawled to the middle of the large bed, getting on all fours for him as he followed behind you.

"God, you have the prettiest ass," you heard him say as a hand caressed your butt. "Should we make it prettier, princess?" he mused.

"Uh?" you uttered confusedly.

Then his fingers toyed with the plug inside you, and you instantly moaned. "Do you think you're ready for the bigger one?" Jeonghan asked and then you saw from the corner of your eye, his hand reaching out for the bottle of lube.

"Ye-yeah, I'm ready," you stammered shamefully, you threw a look in front you, finding your boyfriend watching you intently, making you drop your gaze to the duvet swiftly.

"Mmn," he hummed as his fingers plucked the plug out. "Breathe in, princess," he directed gently as you heard the spurts coming from the bottle of lube, then you felt the cold liquid on the pads of his fingers as he spread your hole open for the next plug.

"Breathe out," he muttered.

"Oh," you blinked rapidly as you felt the longer plug inside you, penetrating you even deeper than the first one.

"Okay?" Jeonghan asked, a hand caressing your lower back, waiting for your response.

"Okay," you replied.

Moving your body back, you sneaked a look to Joshua again as you crawled on the bed to then feel Jeonghan's hands yank you from your hips, forcing you to face your boyfriend, ass angled to his best friend.

"You'll get what you want," Jeonghan cooed, his hand sliding on your lower back, then you felt his cockhead gliding up and down your folds. "One spank if you close your eyes or look away from him."

Joshua nodded, making clear his participation in the punishment. Without tearing his eyes from your face he kept stroking his cock, the lower lip trapped behind his teeth smirked slightly when Jeonghan sheathed his cock inside your walls again, eliciting a raw moan from you.

Jeonghan immediately started pushing his hips so hard you could feel his hip bones meet your ass, the slap beginning to sting a little as he quite literally pounded on you, his cock hitting a glorious spot repeatedly, drawing pathetic moans out of you.

You realized that you had never seen Joshua touch himself like this. He blinked slowly at you, suppressing a small shudder, the muscles of his jaw twitching as he gritted his teeth. You knew him well enough to know that he was trying hard not to come, and you nearly smiled at that.

But you couldn't deny that you felt a deep shame washing over your face from being fucked hard by someone else while your boyfriend simply watched. Watched your body bouncing as Jeonghan's hips jackhammered into you, not slowing down or shifting position, just fucking into your glorious spot relentlessly, releasing small grunts every time you moaned.

Joshua looked at your face the whole time, probably noticing the shame painted in your hot cheeks. The small smile crowning his lips told you that much.

You couldn't. You had to look away from him.

"Spank."

Your heart skipped a beat just as Jeonghan delivered a firm spank in your buttcheek. "Fuck," you squeezed your eyes shut and blinked repeatedly, tears gathering in your eyes.

"Fuck!" Jeonghan also gasped when your walls squeezed around him. "You like being spanked, princess?"

Joshua smiled cruelly.

Jeonghan's hands grabbed your hips forcefully before changing the pace in his thrusts, plowing on you, angling his cock so that you felt him hitting you deeper.

"Sorry princess, what was that?" he grunted, a half gasp that could almost resemble a laugh.

You could only moan in response when you saw your boyfriend's cock glistening in precum, just as his hand rolled over the rosy brown cockhead to smear his own slick all over. Joshua muffled a low raspy groan, blinking slowly at you, unable to look away from your fucked out form.

"Are you fucked stupid, baby?" Jeonghan asked after you gave him no actual response.

"Spank," Joshua muttered again, his voice low and raspy.

"But I didn't look away," you whimpered in protest just as you received another firm slap in your already tingling buttcheek. "Gah, fuck, Hannie–"

"Fuck, princess," Jeonghan moaned deliriously, oblivious to your protest. "If you keep squeezing me like that, I might not last long."

"Hannie, please, I didn't–," you started to plead and got from the glint in your boyfriend's eyes that this is exactly what he wanted.

Joshua wanted to hear you beg, he wanted to see you being punished.

"Spank," Joshua's merciless smile crowned his red lips and his head tipped back as he pumped his cock faster. His thighs tensed and you saw him swallow thickly, he was close, but kept resisting his climax.

"Fuck!" you yelped when Jeonghan's hand came down on your buttcheek, your walls fluttering around him, and your arms nearly give out from the flashing pain.

Jeonghan groaned, a low sound coming from him, something you didn't think you would hear from him. "Fuck, I'm close princess," he sighed, words caught in a slurry mess: "Want me to pull out?"

You were close too, you were growing a bit sore from the relentless pounding, the tip of his cock abusing the sensitive spot inside your walls to the point you knew you were about to wet yourself soon if he just kept going.

Your eyes were brimming with tears, but you kept them fixed on your boyfriend's eyes, on the movement of his hand. It was then that you realized that he was matching the speed of his hand to the thrusts plowing on you.

"Baby, answer him," Joshua urged, his pierced eyebrow twitched slightly.

"No, please!" you gasped. "P-please come inside me," you made a motion to turn to look over your shoulder.

"Spank," your boyfriend's voice betrayed you again with a sigh which resembled a faint laugh.

This spank was firmer than the others before it. You squeezed your eyes shut, the pain sizzling beneath your skin and you saw red, your cunt squeezing around him and you knew you were so close to your own release.

"Fuck-k," you heard Jeonghan breathe out, and then. "Cumming," he muttered before the pace of his thrusts slowed down, fucking you sloppily as he emptied himself inside you with a raspy moan.

Joshua was grinning, the tip of his tongue ran over his lower lip before sinking his teeth, his head tilted back, looking at you with lascivious eyes before spurts of cum landed on the back of his hand, on his lower abdomen and chest. Your boyfriend let out a long groan that joined with your moans.

Both men were breathing slowly and ragged, Jeonghan's hands remained on your hips, keeping you steady as you trembled uncontrollably on the bed.

"Clean him off, princess," Jeonghan instructed, patting you in your butt gently, egging you to do it quickly.

You turned to look at him over your shoulder, a question written in your eyes.

Jeonghan was covered in a sheen film of sweat, from his forehead to his collarbones. His dark bangs sticking on his forehead as he breathed hard from the exhaustion, his tongue hanging on his lower lip languidly.

"Come here, bunny," Joshua called, and you turned to him, sitting in the armchair still, just at arm's length from you.

You whimpered slightly when Jeonghan pulled out of your walls, but you crawled to the edge of the bed towards your boyfriend, who cupped your cheek with his clean hand as soon as you were near enough for him to touch you.

"You're being so good, baby," he muttered, his thumb brushing your lower lip just before you bent your head and licked the cum off the back of his hand that was resting on top of his crotch.

Joshua's mouth parted and he lifted his fingers for you to suck on, licking them clean. His eyebrow twitched slightly when you moved your mouth to his lower abdomen. Running your tongue on his skin, you licked to the last bead of his cum.

"Good girl," Jeonghan muttered behind you.

"Mmn, but baby you're making a mess," Joshua said in a honeyed purr, making you turn to see your thigh.

Joshua's hand came down to your thigh, his fingers stopping the cum trailing down, picking it up and inserting it back to your fluttering cunt.

"Can't let it go to waste, huh?" your boyfriend smiled when you moaned as his fingers teased your slit, pushing the cum dripping out of you.

"Babe, I–," you started pleading when he pulled his fingers out of you, you needed to come.

But he stuck his fingers in your mouth quite abruptly, you tasted Jeonghan's cum, mixed with your own arousal. "Mmn, I think princess wants more," Joshua purred, a fascinated look in his dark eyes. "You were close, right baby? He didn't let you cum again."

You shook your head in affirmation, trying your best to give him an innocent look. "Mm-mmn," you hummed, making him grin at you.

You heard a sharp exhale behind you and felt the bed shifted under you. "Princess, you came three times already," you heard Jeonghan say. "What more can you take?"

Joshua's pierced eyebrow quirked up slightly. "Shall we test that, baby?"

His thumb brushed your lower lip as he pulled it out of your mouth softly, his grin widening when you nodded with your head eagerly.

"How are you?" your boyfriend asked, his tone dropping slightly as his eyes surveyed your face. "Are you okay?"

You nodded with your head once, lifting your eyes to meet his. "I want you now, Joshua," you mewled with a breathy tone.

Joshua looked at you briefly before a smirk crowned his beautiful lips. "Come here," he pointed at the spot in front of him, so you climbed down from the bed just as he rose from the armchair.

You followed his face with your eyes as he was now looking down to meet your gaze.

"Are you ready, baby?" he asked, reading your face with his big brown eyes.

You nodded, and then added with more certainty. "I am."

Then he instructed you to place both knees right at the edge of the bed, ass up and pointed at him. On all fours, you were looking directly at Jeonghan, lying in the pillows, blinking slowly as if he were drifting still.

His post-sex gaze found you, making your stomach clench as you noticed something else in his eyes too.

"Mmn baby, you're all red," Joshua murmured sweetly but mockingly, rubbing the sore areas of your ass with his hands. "Jeonghan doesn't know how much you enjoy being pampered."

"Mm-mmph," you hummed, shuddering under the softness of the caress, your boyfriend was now exhibiting how well he knew you, and how blind Jeonghan was to your preferences.

"Are you enjoying this, baby?" Joshua asked as his fingers toyed with the plug lodged in your ass. "Do you like that Hannie is getting to know how needy you really are?"

"Yeah, I do, Josh," you replied, voice dropping to a whimper the plug was slowly plucked out of you.

Jeonghan smiled, his teeth sliding on top of his lower lip as he watched you subdue yourself to your boyfriend.

"But Hannie probably knew already," Joshua muttered. "He also got to read the filthy things you write, right?"

Jeonghan nodded, his eyes wandered from you to your boyfriend behind you.

"Bunny, you're dripping," Joshua sighed, the pads of his fingers gingerly traveling from your clit, picking the slick and cum dripping down from your hole and pushing it back up. "My baby is so messy."

You sighed a moan when his fingers dipped in your fluttering core, feeling your boyfriend's touch, familiar instead of explorative, made you even more aroused.

"So he probably knows that you want both of us," Joshua continued with his musings, but this made you frown slightly, your heart twisting in your chest.

You turned your head to find your boyfriend, he cocked his blond head to one side, reading your expresion.

"Isn't that right, bunny?" he inquired, the corner of his mouth stretching in a grin. "You want us inside you at the same time."

"Ye-yeah, that's what I want, Josh," you stammered dumbly.

"I'd assumed as much," Jeonghan admitted, when you looked back at him you swore you saw the same wolfish grin on his face as your boyfriend's.

"You're gonna be good for us, baby?" Joshua purred as his lubed fingers prodded on your hole gingerly at first, stretching it more.

"Yeah," you whined, closing your eyes to savor the feeling.

"Breathe, baby," your boyfriend reminded you, spreading his fingers, keeping you open for him.

You inhaled through your nose, moaning as you exhaled.

But you needed to see your boyfriend standing behind you, you understood from the movement of his right arm that he was stroking himself, lubing his cock for you. The dark and lustful gaze he kept on you made your body burn with anticipation, making you angle your ass for him.

"Good girl," Joshua breathed before pressing the tip of his cock on your hole, his eyes shifting from your ass to your face, his eyebrows knitting at the same time you did.

"Josh... mn," you mewled, looking his mouth fall open as he eased himself inside you, ever so slowly and carefully.

"Alright?" he breathed, unable to bring his tone any louder.

You gave him rapid nods with your head. "Yes, yes," you mumbled.

His eyes remained on the features of your face for a second before shifting them to his fingers spreading you open for him, a hand reached out to pump more lube onto his palm. A low hiss escaped between his teeth as he coated the remaining half of his cock to ease himself inside you, thrusting shallowly.

It was hard to breathe, you couldn't move. You focused all of your energy to remain lax for him as he eased the first half of his cock inside your tight hole.

But everything inside you became alight with sweet pleasure. You dropped your head forward, enjoying the feeling coursing beneath your skin, keeping your lower lip trapped between your teeth, but muffled mewling sounds resounded in your throat.

You sneaked a look at the man in front of you. Jeonghan was lying on his side, elbow propped on the pillows as he looked at you and your boyfriend. His heavy lidded eyes kept switching between Joshua's face and then to yours, a hand idly stroking his cock.

"Baby," he muttered, a strain to his voice, and when you turned you saw it showing on his clenched jaws as he tilted his head back, moving his hips at a slow pace. "Are you okay? Can I give you more?"

"Yes, I'm okay," you replied, a hot wave washing over your face. "I want more."

"Okay," he sighed deeply, his hands now palming your ass as he thrusted his hips forward, easing another inch inside you.

"Oh god," you shut your eyes. "Please, move, Josh..."

"I don't want to hurt you," he replied in a breathless tone. "I need you to relax, baby. Can you do that for me?"

You nodded, focusing on what your body felt, crying out, welcoming the pleasure, the slow and shallow thrusts of Joshua's hips, his cock pushing in and out of you, making him moan.

You knew your boyfriend could hang. He came once already so it would probably take him more time to come again. But something in the way that he was moaning let you know that it might be different this time.

"Fuck, so tight," he sighed in pleasure, his hands palming your ass, caressing your skin as if to soothe your moans. "Talk to me, baby."

"Don't stop. Please, Joshua," you replied instantly, your fingers clenching on the bed covers, holding on tightly.

"Do you think you're ready for Jeonghan?" he asked with a slight urgency to his tone.

"Yeah," you breathed out, looking at your best friend and then your boyfriend behind you. "I'm ready."

"Okay," he gasped, the features of his face riddled with pleasure, but he came to a stop once he heard you. Joshua raised a hand and motioned you over to his chest. "Move back, baby. Slowly."

You simply did what he instructed, and wordlessly, Jeonghan moved across the bed, standing next to Joshua now. His hands shifted positions, gripping your hips as you stood back on your knees as he said, so your back pressed against his chest.

The two men exchanged a glance before Joshua moved your body from the bed, Jeonghan's hands sliding on your thighs to help your boyfriend support your body from the front.

"You're okay, baby?" Joshua asked when he heard you let out a small cry.

"Yeah," you replied quickly, now looking at Jeonghan as you used your hands to hold onto his lean shoulders. "Please, more, please."

Joshua kept your thighs angled for the man in front of you, just as he took a hand between his body and yours, grabbing his hard cock to guide it to your cunt, his eyes finding yours as he started to sheathe himself inside your cunt in one go.

Your eyes rolled back, squeezing your eyelids tightly as your head slumped back onto Joshua's shoulder. "F-fuck," you gasped, as Jeonghan eased himself to the hilt, making you fuller than ever.

"Baby," Joshua urged, breathing hot against your neck.

"Move, please, Josh," you cried out, the corners of your eyes spilling some tears.

Without wasting a single second, you felt the two men move in a slow sway, appearing to share one mind again because there were no words exchanged, nothing you could make out before they began a push and pull with your body.

"God," you breathed out, seeing stars behind your closed eyelids. "Josh..."

"You're good, baby," he replied, his voice muffling as he pressed his lips on the crook of your sweaty neck. "You're perfect."

As the two men moved inside you, the rest of your body supported by Joshua's strong arms on your thighs, Jeonghan helping him through as he moved in with shallow thrusts.

You blinked, leaning your head forward, the tip of your nose bumping sloppily against Jeonghan's. You kissed him slowly, eliciting a raw moan from the man, but he reciprocated the kiss, breathing in your mouth when you backed away.

Then you turned your head to your side, Joshua reached for your lips with his own, meeting in a feathery kiss. "Mmn," you hummed into his mouth before leaning your head back onto his shoulder once again. "So full," you whispered in pure bliss, dissolving into a puddle of pleasure.

"I know, baby, I know," Jeonghan mumbled, his voice too, sounding tense.

"So good for us," Joshua whispered, kissing your shoulder.

"Mm-huh," you hummed entrancingly, but your mind had already gone completely blank as you were reduced to breathy moans, tears spilling from your closed eyes, unable to string up thoughts.

Lips kissed your neck, your shoulder, while another set of lips kissed your cheeks, your tears and even your own lips. But slowly you lost awareness of who was who anymore, not even if you would recognize Joshua's lips anywhere, you couldn't do it.

The sway of both men pushing inside you never changed, it never paused, you heard tired gasps and raw moans as they used your body, filling you up to the brim.

Your moans were becoming increasingly louder every time, and whinier. You had never sounded like this, never felt like this before. So full, and taken over by pleasure that there was nothing you could say. You saw lights and colors behind your eyelids and tasted your climax in your mouth, pleasure blooming inside you in fiery waves, taking over you completely. 

"I think she's close."

"Are you gonna cum for us, baby?"

"Yeah," you breathed.

"Come, bunny, come for us."

"Oh god," you whimpered before coming undone without any warning, crying out blissfully, your body being overtaken by relentless tremors. Your hands held onto his shoulders, nails digging into skin.

"Fuck," you heard one of the men gasp in response.

The orgasm was so brutal that you felt like collapsing, you felt it everywhere, flooding you from inside, coursing through your whole body, you even felt it on your face, between the tears rolling down your cheeks.

The room was filled with your raw cries of pleasure, and low moans and gasps from the men holding your spasming body while you clenched around them, triggering their own orgasms, stuffing you up with their cum. One had propped his forehead on one of your shoulders, while the other was breathing hard on the curve of your neck, while grazing your skin with his lips.

"Fuck, baby," one gasped languidly, fingers digging on the plush of your thighs.

Both men had stopped pushing inside you, but kept holding you as you trembled with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Baby?" the same voice asked.

"She's out of it," the other said knowingly. "Give her a moment."

"Let's lay her down."

A weak cry spilled from you when Joshua pulled out of you, even if he did it with care, you felt the sudden loss of him inside you. Followed by that Jeonghan pulled out of you. Next thing you knew, your trembling thighs were wet but before you knew it, your limp body was quickly laid on the bed.

"Easy," you heard him whisper soothingly. "Eaasy, baby."

"I got a towel and I already started a bath."

"Thank you," a hand brushed some hairs from your face. "I'm gonna clean you up, bunny."

"Okay," you mumbled, opening your eyes to see Joshua sitting beside you, carefully pressing a wet hand towel on your thighs, cleaning up the cum that had dripped down from you.

"Hi there, baby," Joshua smiled at you. "How are you? Okay?"

"Amazing," you replied with a slurry tone.

"Tsk," you heard Jeonghan click his tongue with amusement before announcing: "Bath is ready, princess."

"Come on," Joshua nodded his head back to the bathroom door. "I'll take you there."

"I can do it," you protested, starting to prop yourself onto your elbows.

"You don't have to," he retorted, already getting on his feet to lift your body from the bed, cradling you on his strong arms to lower you gently into the warm water of the tub.

"Thank you, babe," you mumbled sweetly.

Jeonghan was already in the shower, its glass walls letting you know that he was sending you glances to check up on you.

"Are you hungry, baby? Do you want me to order something?" Joshua asked as he knelt before you. "Waffles? Fries? Strawberry milkshakes?"

The crushing love and adoration you felt for him was beyond anything your languid body could handle at that moment. You smiled and nodded lazily.

"Everything I just said?" his eyebrows pushed up, and his beautiful lips were crowned with a smile, making his dimples above his lips show.

"Can it be chocolate now?"

"Of course, baby," he smiled endearingly at you. "Do you need help?"

"I got it, Josh," you replied. "Thank you."

"Okay," he whispered, giving you one look before he got up, as Jeonghan was stepping out of the shower and was now being occupied by your boyfriend.

"You're okay there, princess?" Jeonghan asked as he patted his face and neck with the towel.

"Yeah. A bit sore but I'm okay," you replied, watching his fully naked body as he wiped the droplets of water sticking onto his skin. You pretended to busy yourself, subbing your soapy hands onto your inner thighs.

Jeonghan sat down on the rim of the tub, at arm's length from you so he only stretched out to boop your nose with the tip of his finger. You looked at him startled for a second.

But he smiled, in fact, a breathy chuckle left him as he saw your face.

"What?" you asked, blinking confusedly at him.

"You're cute," he replied nonchalantly, resuming to wipe himself down.

You said nothing, in fact, you felt like you didn't have the brain capacity to process why you felt so confused at the moment. You simply pulled the drain stopper with your foot, the warm water scurrying down quickly.

"Help me up?" you extended a hand at him.

"Sure you can walk?" Jeonghan smirked, casting a look over his shoulder.

Joshua was coming out of the shower, draping his lower half with a towel as he kept an eye on you. "I'll do it," he offered and bent forward to get you up, lifting you up in his arms again.

Jeonghan got another towel for you, which he extended on the bed as Joshua set down on it neatly.

"You guys make a great team," you noted aloud finally, looking at both men standing before you.

They both exchanged a quick look, Joshua only nodded nonchalantly, Jeonghan smirked at your words. "We know, princess."

After that, Joshua ordered room service for everyone and you all waited with the TV on. You were blissfully dozing on the bed, aloof to anything that happened around you until you were woken up by your boyfriend telling you the food was here.

You ate in silence, barely able to keep your eyes open but the only thing keeping you up and running was your growling stomach.

"It's time for me to go back," Jeonghan announced, rising up to his feet.

The meals were done and you could barely hold your head up from the slumber and tiredness taking over you.

"You stay."

Both men jerked their heads upon hearing you say that, both looked confused, much as if they weren't expecting you say that.

"Please?" you raised your eyes to look at him. "I want you to stay."

"If Joshuji has no issue with it," Jeonghan shrugged, casting a glance at your boyfriend.

"Yeah, no problem," Joshua responded, but his brow was slightly furrowed.

You giddily crawled on the bed, slumping down on the pillows face down. Joshua quickly occupied a place by your side, cupping cheek with one hand to press a loving kiss on your forehead.

"Sure you're okay, baby?" he asked, scanning your face and your body inquisitively.

"I'll be fine, Josh," you rolled your eyes but a small giggle spilled from your lips.

"Mkay," he replied, pressing his lips in a tight smile.

Jeonghan however, slid onto the large bed with some reluctance, occupying your other side. You shifted your body so you could look at him, an arm tucked beneath his head.

He felt your gaze before he could turn and look at you. "What?"

"You owe me a scrunchie."

Jeonghan closed his eyes slowly, a sly smile appearing on his face. "No, I don't," he mumbled. "Go to sleep."

"You first," you replied in the same fashion.

A heavy arm hugged you from behind. Joshua cuddled his body against yours, pressing a kiss on your hair. "Go to sleep, baby," he said, smiling softly on your cheek before littering it with kisses.

Like a work of magic, you were gently swept away by a very heavy slumber.

You felt like hours had passed since you shut your eyes until something pulled you from your dream. You turned in the bed, following the faint sounds of Joshua snoring softly beside you. He was sleeping in an odd position, and you realized the pillow had moved and was about to fall onto the floor.

You reached out for it, carefully placing it beside his head.

"Joshua," you whispered, trying not to wake the other man lying on the other side of the bed beside you. "Babe, use your pillow."

"Mm?" Joshua lazily pushed his eyebrows up, opening his eyes slightly.

"Baby, use your pillow. You were snoring," you smiled softly, feeling something tug in your insides.

He just looked so cute, pouting his lips as he nodded. "'m sorry," he mumbled and placed his head on the pillow before continuing on his deep sleep.

You laid back on the bed and curiously eyed Jeonghan, who had his eyes open and focused on you.

"Did I wake you?" you asked shyly.

"No," he whispered. "I can't sleep," he explained briefly.

"Oh. Same," you sighed a smile, your heart skipping a beat over the sense of familiarity you felt whenever you were reminded that Jeonghan is just a bad sleeper as you are.

There was a restlessness in his gaze as the man that you had come to call a best friend swallowed thickly. A lithe hand came to your face and grazed his knuckles on your cheek.

His touch startled you at first, but you welcomed it, leaning your cheek against his touch.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly.

"'s okay, Jeongjeong," you replied with a small smile. "Are you okay, though? This might have been too much."

"I'm okay, princess," he mumbled with ease, but his gaze remained shifty.

"Sure?" you mouthed, his eyes were on your lips already, so he nodded.

The moment grew quieter, Jeonghan removed his hand from your cheek, licking his lips as he appeared to be considering something inside his head.

"Stay still," he whispered.

You held in a breath, closing your eyes when his face moved closer to yours, and waited.

His lips grazed yours, capturing them ever so slowly, giving you a tender kiss that made a small grunt bubble in his chest.

Your hand cupped his cheek, diving for a deeper kiss, feeling his tongue on yours. His palm pressed against the back of your hand, his fingers encircling it briefly before pulling his head back.

"Did you... like it?" he asked, seeming to be curious as well. "Was it what you wanted?"

"You know I liked it, Jeongjeong," you smiled slowly at him, waiting for his smile.

But no, Jeonghan didn't smile, in fact, he didn't seem to be relaxing.

"Did you?" you asked shyly, your eyes trailing down to his mouth and then his eyes.

"Yeah, I did. I liked it," he mumbled sleepily.

"We should do it again sometime. Us three," you put in quickly and then looked away at the ceiling, feeling ashamed.

"You don't think your boyfriend will say no?" he mused, his voice merely a whisper.

"Why? I mean, I don't think so," you frowned, then added. "It's just sex, right?"

It grew quiet, so quiet that you barely couldn't hear Joshua's deep breathing. Jeonghan's eyes scanned your face again, but the restlessness only grew into something you couldn't quite place. His gaze darkened, and his lips tensed into a line.

"Right?" you asked again, your eyes reading his face, but you couldn't understand what you had said wrong.

Jeonghan sat up in the bed slowly and rose, throwing his hoodie and then putting his sweatpants on, he didn't look back at you.

"Jeonghan?" you called, sitting up in the bed when he crossed the room, walking out the door without saying a word.

You sat there, eyes fixated on the hotel room's door, hesitating on what to do. Your heart was beating frantically against your throat.

"Leave him be," Joshua mumbled sweetly behind you.

"Did you hear all that?" you asked, but didn't need an answer. You knew he did.

"I think Jeongjeong might have a crush on you, baby," he ran a hand on your back, his fingers caressing your bare skin lovingly.

"He doesn't," you brushed off. "He's just..." you stopped short of words.

"It's okay, baby," he whispered. "I don't mind if he does."

"But he's your friend!" you whispered.

"Our friend," he corrected. "So?"

"So, I don't want to hurt him," you mumbled awkwardly.

"Why would you?" he frowned.

"I'm with you, Joshua," you rolled your eyes annoyingly. "I can't be giving him false hope."

"Baby, you don't have to," he smiled, looking fondly at you.

"Are you actually saying what I think you're saying?" you asked dumbfoundedly.

Joshua appeared to be pensive for a second, and shrugged slightly. "I mean, he's been there for you this whole time," his tone was sweet, but cautious. "And you had grown really close, it would make sense that he feels something for you."

You stared at your boyfriend in utter bewilderment, but something more alarming made you think. Did you feel something for Jeonghan?

"I never... we never did anything or said anything," you whispered with a slight frown of confusion.

Joshua's smile reached his eyes. "I know, baby. That's not what I'm saying," he said and sat up in the bed and gently placed a finger under your chin. "Do you feel something for him, baby?"

"No. I don't know," you whispered, feeling your heart deflate painfully in your chest upon uttering those words. "I love you, Joshua."

"I know, that's not what I'm asking," he smiled slightly. "I'm just saying that it's not entirely wrong to have feelings for someone who's been there for you. Even if that someone happens to be my best friend."

Your breath hitched and took his hand that was holding your chin. "Should I go talk to him?" you whispered.

"If you want to," he replied in the same manner. "I think he needs time right now... and you do too."

Your eyebrows knitted, breathing was hard, the pain in your chest becoming worse. "What?"

"I think you feel something for him, baby," he whispered, pressing his fingers on your chin.

"I don't," you muttered, but your eyes had started to water.

"Are you sure?" he asked, frowning slightly. "Baby, I know you. I've seen the way you look at him."

You choked back a sob and immediately denied shaking your head. "I'd never do something like that to you."

"Baby, listen to me," he muttered, his hand cupping your chin tensed slightly, commanding your eyes on him. "I am not judging you. I just need the truth."

Taking a few deep breaths, almost sobbing as your mind spun over the situation. You knew you couldn't deny it to Joshua or to yourself any longer.

"Maybe I do feel something for Jeonghan," you confessed, the realization making your breath hitch.

Nothing could have prepared you for his reaction.

Joshua recoiled, as if he had suddenly been slapped, then blinked rapidly, his big brown eyes dimming a little. You knew his feelings were hurt and you immediately wanted to take it back, to pause your whole life and reevaluate what you were actually saying to him.

"It's okay," he breathed, sushing you when you couldn't contain your tears anymore and started to cry. "It's okay, baby. It is. I understand."

"Wait, please, please," you mumbled, grabbing his arm with one hand as you tried to steady yourself, becoming light headed over the surge of emotions invading you.

"I'm not going anywhere," he muttered, looking at you with a worried look on his face. "Baby, breathe."

You inhaled deeply, your eyes itching because of the tears that kept on coming. "I'm sorry, Joshua."

"What for?" he whispered, his brow furrowing as he gathered your tears with the back of his fingers. "Don't apologize. Not for that."

"But I feel like I'm hurting you and I don't want to do that," you choked back a sob.

Joshua frowned a little, almost as if he were putting his thoughts together, and laid them out for you slowly: "It was me who told him to get closer to you, because I've been away and we both barely talk, I know you would feel lonely and I didn't want that for you."

"But this isn't your fault."

"It's no one's fault," he shook his head slightly. "There's nothing to blame here."

You looked at him, trying to decipher what was going on in his mind. "What are you saying?"

"Jeonghan and I are very similar," he said with an empty smile. "It doesn't seem strange to me that he grew feelings for you. You're fun, smart, beautiful."

Joshua said this with a vague expression on his face, almost as if he were putting the pieces inside his brain, as he himself was realizing how he felt about the situation. "And by that, I also don't find it strange that you have feelings for him," he decided.

You felt the features of your face relax, but the morose and cold feeling seizing your heart didn't go away. "It's entirely platonic," you said shakily.

That made Joshua smile with a glint of fondness in his eyes. "Baby, I know that you love me," he replied with certainty. "And I know that you having feelings for Jeonghan doesn't affect what is ours."

You read his eyes for a second as you were letting the words sink, you nodded slowly. "I love you, Joshua," you whispered, leaning so that your forehead touched his.

"And I love you, bunny."

✮ yet another long author's note: heyoooo THEY DID IT!!!! THEY CROSSED THAT BRIDGE, JOSHUA OVERCAME HIS POSSESSIVENESS (or did he?) 👀👀👀 as you may or may not know my bias is Jeonghan and my wrecker is Joshua (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) so i am doing this purely to satisfy my brain, but i guess that if you want to indulge with me you are more than welcomed to do so OKAY NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN AGAIN this is the last part belonging to city lights! take this as the finale! AND THIS IS CANON OKAY yes, i'm sorry for those that didn't want a threesome 😭🫠🫠 NOW LET ME EXPLAIN A FEW THINGS. bunny's story doesn't end here. i decided to make a city lights season two! but i'm going to take a break from writing this fic for a short while and focus on my other projects!! so city lights is going on a short break and will be coming back under a different title!! so be on the lookout for that one! 👀 i hope this explains everything AND I DON'T WANNA SEE ANY OF YOU IN THE COMMENTS SAYING THAT CITY LIGHTS IS OVER OR WHATEVER BECAUSE IT'S NOT TRUE! ᕙ( •̀ᗝ•́)ᕗ sorry i didn't mean to yell at you i love you all! toodles!

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[complexfeelingssimplewords]

Company Shared

“I enjoy my own company”

a statement spoke purposfully with a clenched jaw,

not in anyway a false claim,

but even so, I crave to be enjoyed by another,

I choose to be seen,

to be witnessed and analysed,

each detail outlined and highlighted in the reflection of your pupils,

notice the way I interact with common daily occurrences,

supposedly mundane tasks but performed differently by any given individual,

see me fiddling endlessly with my pierced lip during seemingly free flowing conversation,

watch attentively as I let my feet reign free in unguided patterns,

shuffling against the kitchen tiles with little rhythm but overwhelming joy in an utterly insignificant moment,

allow yourself to memorise the inconsistent curl pattern of my hair as it falls each and every time it dries,

and then when you’re done,

the forever consistent and somewhat complimenting curl of my lips,

simply sit yourself within my line of vision and guarantee its prompt appearance,

accompanied by rapidly softening eyes,

and of course, the lessening tension of my jaw,

drink in my laughter,

get drunk on the untainted happiness I allow myself to experience despite my warranted hesitance,

learn my language but continue to speak to me in your own and pray we can make clarity of each poetic word spoke from the others lips,

I can only dream to be observed the way an artist reviews his canvas,

hungrily with a natural and eager passion,

read me like your favourite literary masterpiece,

allowing your eyes to flit desperately from one line to the next,

and at last,

once you have encountered each chapter countless times before,

so often you can recite my contents with ease as a language second to your own,

begin to love me with familiarity as opposed to wonder,

when my pages become wrinkled and discoloured by your relentless yearning touch,

worn from a life lived fully, never in halves,

love me with the likeness of your favourite childhood toy,

barely recognised by the appearance it once had but identifiable by the shared memories it contains.

[isles-of-man]

He smiled, a smile of painful shyness, as he bared his soul to her, as he always had, with the utmost care and love for the young woman who had grown so much in her life. It had been nearly eight years since he had witnessed her growth and had grown alongside her to become a better man. Where he had faltered, she had shown him the right path in his life, whether she was aware of her actions or not. She had been a part of him that needed healing. Jorah mirrored her with a smile of his own; her laughter was a balm to his nerves, which rose within him as he prepared to speak candidly with his queen. By tradition, his queen would be the one proposing marriage to her suitor, but he felt that with war upon them, there was no time to waste.

"Daenerys, I have come back to you, and again I will put my life at risk to serve you. I see no harm in breaking tradition and asking for your hand. You know that I love you," he paused, squeezing her hands in his, speaking between kisses, swallowing her moan, and holding her close as she moved against him. "If I return, and my life is spared again, I give myself to you as your husband, if you'll have me," he vowed, his voice clear yet tinged with shyness, wary of her answer and afraid he was too bold in asking. He had risked his life so many times before, yet he feared asking his queen for her hand and love without hesitation if she chose to have him.

He watched her step back, his hand falling to his side as he watched her boldly seduce him, catching his breath. It was almost a dream of his own, watching as she settled in the middle of his bed. His cock grew, evident in his trousers that did nothing to hide his size beneath the loose fabric of his nightclothes. There was no shame in that; he had more than enough to satisfy his queen. Jorah brought his hands to the ties at the top of his pants, letting them hang loosely on his hips but not lowering them. He left that to his queen, to unsheathe his sword. With no more than a beckon of her fingers, he came to her without hesitation. His eyes first locked on hers, filled with love and devotion. Then, as he allowed his gaze to settle on her breasts, which he had only glimpsed once before, he saw her arousal in the way her nipples were peaked. She spoke in Old Valyrian, a language he had taken the time to learn as well. "Aōhon, issa zaldrīzes," whispering, "yours, my dragon," he crooned in a deep tone of arousal, hovering his mouth over her. His mouth latched onto hers, swallowing sounds of pleasure and groaning as he brushed the evidence of his arousal against her center and felt her dampness.

Jorah sighed into her mouth, feeling her hands running along his torso, her nails tracing the fur of chest hair before they rose to his broad shoulders and settled on his neck. He felt encompassed by her, drawn to her like a siren calling him, and he was mad with desire, falling prey to her charms. "Daenerys," he called her name again, feeling her smaller frame take hold over him, straddling him with her legs caged at his back. He chuckled and groaned as her lips sucked at his lower one, the sounds around them nearly forgotten except for the sound of the door opening. On instinct, his head turned, catching a glimpse of her lady before his gaze returned to his queen. He opened his mouth to speak, but she was firm in her words, and he was wise to listen, though he felt no shame in having her in his bed, knowing her lady was well aware of how she pleased him.

"Only you and I, my queen," he nodded, no other words needed. "But I have no shame in spoiling you when I have waited these long years to love you. Let them hear. Whoever stands at the door can bear witness to our consummation," he purred into her ear as he pressed a kiss to her neck.

He brought his mouth back to hers, lowering his body to meet her rising one, his hand pressing down on her stomach to guide her back down and ease her into lying beneath him. Though she was in control, he was in her command, but he urged her to allow him this moment. As they ignored the door closing, his mouth enveloped her nipples, sucking and gently tugging with his teeth. One, and then the other, as he marked them. Finally, she used her toes to pull down his trousers, where they caught momentarily on his large, distended member before it stood forward, thick and long, with a weeping tip that dripped onto her taut stomach with his precum. The anticipation of being with his queen and soon-to-be lover—perhaps a wife, if the gods spared them mercy, as tomorrow would be unknown—filled him fear of regret if he had not confessed his love and desire to marry her. Her foot at his rear made him jump, bucking and dragging his tip along her skin, leaving a mark on her pale skin above her womb.

Love was something she craved as a young girl, before she had been married off to Khal Drogo. But after his death, it was something that she never expected to have again. Not in a world where a potential suitor only saw the Iron Throne if they married her. Now that she had it within her grasp, her hands stroking his warm skin, it was enough to make her head spin. Her lips parted as she tilted her head up to his, eyes closing to relish the feel of his forehead against hers. “I would warm your bed tonight and every night after this,” she whispered. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest at the thought of him leaving her, but she shoved that pain to the side. She refused to suffer twice; he had come back to her twice, and she had faith in him that he would manage to do it a third time. His promise did draw a smile from her, and she leaned her head back to look him in the eyes. “Is that a proposal, Ser Jorah?” she asked, a breath of laughter following her question, and one she felt needed no answer as she pulled his head down for a kiss. She found herself lost in the soft rhythm of his mouth and the feel of it against her own. His name was the first thing she moaned when she broke away for a breath, and this time, she pulled herself closer to him by sliding her arms around his neck, her dress suddenly feeling too tight around her body. She wanted it off, and she ended up fumbling for the clasp that pinned the wraparound leather to her side.

With that free, she could shrug part of the wrap off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her with a finer underdress of black silk with hints of red beneath. Her breasts swelled at the V-neckline with each deep breath that she took, and she began to take a few steps backward, away from him but towards his bed. The sheets were still a little warm, remnants of their shared body warmth from earlier, and she climbed onto the mattress, which dipped down a little from her weight. Daenerys positioned herself in the very middle, her gaze unwavering from his, and a sly smile played on her lips as she beckoned him to her with a crook of her finger. A part of her had been worried that he would end up confronting her about Jon; there was a certain appeal to the young bastard of the North. A certain magnetism that she found inexplicable and sudden, maybe even intense. If Jorah hadn’t returned, it was likely that she would end up succumbing to her own curiosity and loneliness, but with her Northern bear back and moments away from pinning her slender body down on his bed, it felt like a curiosity from another life. One she no longer cared to pursue, not when she heard how her name sounded on his lips, not uttered to his queen, but to his lover.

“Let me have you, Jorah,” she whispered, the ‘r’ in his name rolling on her tongue like she was speaking an Old Valyrian word. It was low and sultry, and the moment he did end up approaching her, covering her body with his, she gasped, her hands running up his torso and over his shoulders, caressing the sides of his neck until her lips found his again. And again she moaned his name into his mouth, her lips finding his lower one and sucking on it. Daenerys lifted both of her legs and hooked them around either side of his waist, so she could lock her feet together and over the base of his spine. However, she would loosen her hold on him if he needed her to; what mattered was that she could feel him pressed against her entrance, which was already damp with her arousal. The clash of the Unsullied’s shields and spears faded in the background, and even the sound of his door opening and Missandei’s whisper of Your Grace? seemed to be left unheard by her. And if he turned his head towards the door, Daenerys was quick to grasp his jaw to turn his head back to her. “Just us. No one else in the world exists except you and me.”

The tight grip loosened then, and she traced the outline of his jaw – a sturdy one, she couldn’t help but notice – before pushing herself up to glide her lips along his. She heard the door close, and she knew without calling for Missandei that the woman was standing outside, keeping watch and making sure that they would be uninterrupted. Especially by Jon. This made her feel more bold, and she slipped her big toes under the band of his trousers to pull them down, inch by inch, until she could feel his bare rear beneath her feet.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

*plays the organ like a maniac* is HERE *maniacal laughter

A/n: IM GOING TO BE VERY ESPECIFIC ON THIS ONE AND I hope you all read very carefully

This fic will contain mental and physical abuse towards the reader and Eri, blood, violence, abuse towards reader and Eri, poor and fool language, poor conditions of living, forced pregnancy, Overhaul is a massive crazy mother fucking sociopath very uncaring individual

Some way this is actually a Overhaul x reader but not really? Is dub/con.

This piece is not lovey dovey like others I did it, so please pay attention to the warnings and if you're a minor kindly get the hell out of here. Please.

"So I was like 'WHAT THE HELL YURI?!' And I-....(L/n)-chan?" You hummed at your colleague while you made sure all of your documents were in order for your near job interview "You didn't even listened to me at all did you?" She deadpanned at you as you finally looked at then.

"I'm sorry." You gave a tiny false smile at them"I'm just anxious."

"Do you still think you can get a job on that hero agency? Come on." She puffed while lighting up her cigarette "You're quirkless. What use can you do on their agency? Bet you will bust serving coffee for others like usual." She smiled devilish as you glared at her before taking your things and getting out of the cafeteria.

"Is better try to be something useful than listening to you shit talking about your husband. Poor guy I swear." You rolled your eyes listening to her screams and some other employees of the place hold her while you walked away.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you grabbed your cellphone and checked twice the address while biting your bottom lip out of nervousness.

"Trying won't cost my life but maybe my dignity..." You sighed in almost defeat "what will they say? Oh you can clean the bathrooms? Oh sorry we have someone with a quirk to do that already."

Shaking your head you started to walk a bit faster..

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Someone! Anyone! PLEASE!

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"And that's why I think that I shoul-OUCH!" You flinched at the weight suddenly bumping into your right and making your curriculum drop from your hand and fall into the ground along with you on your knees "Hey! What giv-!" you were about to cuss someone out until you saw a trembling white haired girl who looked at you with the most frightening look you had ever seem on your life.

"Oh. I'm so sorry." You murmured, about to help her until she flinched away from you, violently, making you retreat your hand just as fast. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, you're okay?" You whispered gently and offering your hand once again as she trembled took it and let you help her up.

"Are you lost?" She looked at the ground "Are... your parents nearby? I can help." Your eyes darkened at noticing the inumerous bandages around both her arms and legs "My God are you okay?!" You kneeled again on the ground and hold onto her fragile and bony elbows delicately as you checked her over as she seemed in lost on how you were acting towards her.

"Look at you, poor girl..." You murmured before letting go of her hesitantly "I'm sorry, what's your name sweetie? Maybe I can help?" You begged mentally for her to open her mouth at least.

"I-I... I-I... sorry..." She sounded like she was about to cry until you noticed that she hurriedly took a few steps and grabbed your curriculum and handed it over to you with shaky hands

"No no no!" You shake your hands at her gesture "This is not important right now, I just want to help you okay? Maybe even be friends?"

"F... Fri..ends?" She murmured while you nodded "Wha.. what is that?"

Oh fuck. Your heart broke.

"O-oh. You know? Someone you can trust on? Help you, Tell things, play games..." You spoke with pain in your heart as the little girl mourned over your words while clenching a bit on the paper.

"Yo.. you're nice..." You smiled at her attitude as you giggled a bit to ease the tense atmosphere.

"You are nice too. Can I know your name? Mine is (L/n) (Y/n), but if you prefer you can just call me by my first name. I won't mind."

She seemed about to speak until a much deeper, darker and masculine voice took over the atmosphere. Making the girl freeze and a shiver run down your spine.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not cause trouble for others?" Immediatly you stood up to be in front of the girl until your breath hitched.

Before you. There stood a man, dark brown hair, piercing amber eyes that made you want to open open a whole on the ground and hide and the most confused yet frightening thing about him was the plague mask he carried on his face. You stood your ground and started to glare at him at seeing the girl besides you was now clenching on your clothes at the sign of this guy.

"Forgive me for my daughter miss. She likes to play around a lot and results on getting hurt like this." You couldn't see, but by the way his eyes moved you could imagine he was forcing a small chuckle "You have no idea how much first aid kits I have to buy for her."

"Daughter?" You mumbled before looking at the girl again... they seemed nothing alike, and she also seemed to fear this man to death. "Forgive me to say this, but she looks scared... Can.. Can you even prove she is your daughter?" You gulped at the way his eyes blinked slowly.

"She likes to play the victim. Just because I give her a scolding she acts out like this." He sighed "And why would I need to prove that?"

"Be-Because-!" You breathed in "Is only normal for someone to worry for a child that is running without no one and looks like she saw the damn buggyman." The girl looked ar you in shock as she clenched on you for support.

"As I said. She is only acting out. Is getting difficult to raise a kid those days." He hissed as you only glared back at him before he sighed, making a "come over" signal with his gloved hand "BUT if you insist, I can show you even my house and her documents providing that I am her father."

"That would be great." You nodded at him before picking the girl up and holding her close as you followed him.

"But out of curiosity," he glanced back at you as you walked "Don't you even have another place to be? You look way too formal for a simple walk on the park." He mumbled nonchantly as you mentally cried about your lost interview.

"Is nothing important. It can wait."

"Eri is just as stubborn as you seem to be." You arched an eyebrow at seeing him subtly take a inch of his gloves off and that action was enough for the girl to gasp in horror and jump from your arms and run towards him.

"W-Wait!" You whispered quietly as she got to him with a defeated expression.

"Oh? Already done with your tantrum? And you even stole something from this lady. Naughty girl." He growled the last two words as you made your best to not tremble in fear at this as he yanked the papers out of the girl's grasp and read them... a few seconds passed and his monotonous cold eyes suddenly turned wide in shock before turning back to normal to look at you.

"It seems that this holds false information about you. It says that you have no possession of a quirk." He shaked a bit the papers before you marched over to him and took it away from him.

"I am quirklesa mister." You hissed "And you can try to insult me but trust me, I listened to ever possible thing."

"Actually I was gonna say this quite intriguing."

...

"Eh?"

The man only stared back at you as you tried to process what he was talking about.

"Either way-" you shook your head "Back to the point. She went with you, but that doesn't prove that you are her father, or even if she wants to be with you."

He glared at you for a second before turning his gaze to the girl beside him.

Your eyes widened at seeing she trembly give a responde.

"H-He.. he is miss. I.. I just broke a vase and ran away."

"Then why are you dressed like this? No shoes even. Doesn't your..." You looked at him for a second "dad buy them for you?"

"He-He... uh.."

"Shy as always." The man interrupted "You see, I buy all kinds of toys and clothes, but she rather stay with those, and she also throws a tantrum if I try to put shoes on her. Is quite a hassle." There goes that fake chuckle again as you bited your lips.

"I saw that you were going to an job interview by seeing these curriculum of yours. Forgive me and my daughter for this inconvenience."

"Uh... no problem. I was just really worried about her." You stared at him as he seemed only curious about how you stood your ground against him.

"You certainly are someone whose doesn't fear to speak what you want."

"Not when I see something wrong about it." You spoke before crouching down in front of Eri and your face softened as you talked to her. "Eri-chan, I meant it I would love to be your friend and talk more! If you want to I will be around the area if you need me ok?" You went to hug her and whispered very quietly in her ears "blink twice if you want to go with me instead of him."

She widened her eyes as soon as you let go of her and seemed to almost dive back into your embrace until the man spoke again.

"She seems to like you." You looked up at him and he hold a different expression that you couldn't exactly tell what it was "She doesn't usually get so out of her shell like these. You must be quite especial with kids."

"Oh.. uh.. " this dude left you speechless as he let out a what seemed more genuine chuckle.

"What about this? My... employees drive you to your destination, than later we can... chat. I feel like I caused a wrong impression about myself."

Something about this screamed danger in your head, but you didn't want it another lost chance of getting out of that God forbidden cafeteria but also didn't wanted to leave Eri alone.

"If... if wouldn't cause much trouble.. I would like that." The girl seemed in shock at hearing the man's words. You could see a tint bit of... hope, joy even in her eyes.

"Well, I will contact them. When is your interview again?"

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You left with disappointment of the building but at least was happy when the hero eraserhead saw your expression and offered a cup of coffee.

What the hell were you expecting? This was freacking Endeavour agency...

"(Y/n)-chan?" You violently lifted your head up and saw the girl looking at you in equal shock before running over to you "(Y/n)-chan!" You threw the cup on the trash nearby and crouched down with a smile

"Hey you! So you really came!" She nodded until a cough caught both of your attention.

"I'm not usually a man to break my word." You blinked before standing up.

"I can see that now." Eri hesitantly clenched on your clothes again.

"I apologize, I didn't know you were going to work... here." He displayed disgust as you sighed in defeat.

"No. Apparently they don't see the value of a quirkless person working for the number kne hero agency so-" you chuckled humorless "Another failed attempt."

"Is that so? Can I offer you something to make up for this then?"

"Oh no need. I'm just glad to see Eri again to be honest." You smiled down at her as she made her self small enough to hide on you "By the way. What's your name sir? We didn't introduce ourselves yet."

"Overhaul. And you are (L/n) (Y/n) according to Eri." He sended a look at her "Is impolite to call someone by their first name if you don't know them well."

"Is okay. I offered her to do it. Is not a big deal. Right? Eri-chan?" She looked up at you like you were an angel as you patted her head.

"You sure are a unique one (L/n). Quirkless and good with children." You looked back at him "What else a man could ask for?"

You didn't want it to. Really. But his comment made you blush.

"Well, me and Eri need to go back home. But I would actually enjoy to see you again, and I bet Eri would as well. Maybe even tone down a bit her bratty attitude."

You looked at the girl and she was no longer trembling like a leaf at Overhaul mentioning for her to go with him so your worries toned just a bit down.

"Well.. I work in a cafeteria nearby so...you two can visit at anytime."

His eyes darkened but you didn't noticed that as Eri asked quietly to you whT was a cafeteria as you gently explained it to her.

"That would be splendid."

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After months, you would constantly see Overhaul and Eri come to where you worked at. And each day you saw that Eri was actually ... better? She seemed more healthy and even wore proper clothes and shoes but still wouldn't open a smile, but in her eyes you could see how she longed to see you and seemed to enter in a depressed state as the two left.

Somehow... you got close with Overhaul. The way he spoke, the way he idolized you for being unique and for your quirkless left you unarmed...

You two started to become closer until one day when you three were at the table he dropped something. And you didn't know why, but you thought you had fallen for him. A crush you guessed.

"Would you consider marrying me?" You coughed and spit your tea making Eri go wide eye and almost tear up as she cried out your name.

"Pardon? What?" You asked in shock as he merely looked back at you.

"I can see the way your colleagues make fun of you for never having any experience on a relationship and that surely irritates me a bit but relieves me at the same time." He sighed "We both get along and my daughter seems to enjoy your company, and since her mother ran away you would be a perfect example of what she should be in the future. I am a man which also gets made fun of for not having any experience, but thats because no one caught my eye like you did (Y/n)-San. And getting married with a business man like myself would increase your rank, and I would give you financial stability."

"That sounds like a sugar daddy Chisaki." You dead panned as Eri made a confused sound as he let out a dry chuckle.

"No no. Is more about your rank than giving you money. And I can catch glimpses of your attraction towards me. Is mutual dearest." Your face exploded at his words.

"Is this flirting?" Eri whispered to you as you gagged

"You don't need to answer right away. Is knly a suggestion. We can just pretend we are a couple. For both ours and my daughter sake. Everyone knows how kids can be cruel when someone doesn't have two parents present." He got up and mentioned for Eri to follow him which she sadly did.

"I will give you time to consider."

You stood there, sitted in the cafeteria, with a half bitten donut and a table with spilled coffee on it which surely you would have to clean up later, wondering about his proposal and words.

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"T-The... yakusa ...." You mumbled in fear as you stood in front of the gate.

You had accepted and talked about it with Chisaki the next time he went to visit you. Eri wasn't present and he gave you a diamond ring ti wear it right there, causing your colleagues to both equal and bite themselves out of envy.

"I forgot to mention about that?" You looked at him and nodded "I apologize."

The house was big and in a traditional Japanese style you found very pleasant to look at. You were taking things out of your boxes until you notice a man leading Eri to you.

The girl, which you knew already for about 8 months smiled. Opened a huge smile at seeing you and teared up.

"(Y/n)-chan!" She threw herself at you as you hugged her close

"Eri!" You crouched down, smiling ear to ear, "You look so great! And you are smiling!"

"I am?" She tilted her head a bit as you giggled and hugged her close again.

A cough interrupted you as you looked up at a another man with a black plague mask and a white hoodie covering his head as Chisaki appeared behind him.

"This is Chronostasis. He is a subordinate of mine who will help you at any time." You nodded as Eri stood beside you.

"Chisaki-kun? W-What about where we will sleep?"

"In different rooms of course." He dead panned as you were in doubt if you felt relief or disappointment .

For a few weeks everything seemed normal and you were starting to like when people on the streets called you a cute family...

But things started to change a few months after you "married" Overhaul.

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Walking on the corridors you searched for Eri everyday and asked for everyone that crossed your for the girl. You hadn't see her in two days and you were starting to get worried sick. Every time you would ask Overhaul or Chrono they would only glared at you and say that she was studying.

She was too young to study....

Overhaul was also different. He would only change a few words with you, order about how cleaning and cooking should be done and let you be.

When the night came, and the lights of the house were off you decided that enough was enough. You tip toe and made your best to not make a sound and soon spotted Chrono and Overhaul talking before opening a secret entrance. You were in shock but still didn't dare to speak.

You waited a few seconds for later to see the secret door. It led you to a pack of stairs to a subsolo area .. you gulped down your fear and got down to an area that was cold and all white... reminding you even of hall's of hospitals that gave you chills.

You flinched when you heard screams. Childish screams, girl screams. Your girl screams.

Eri.

Your heart stopped as you started to run towards the sound and froze at seeing the horror displayed in front of you.

Overhaul, was literally breaking apart Eri's body into freacking atoms and replacing it back as she was tied to a chair as the other male, Chrono took the blood of her junto tiny capsules as you put your hands on your mouth to prevent a scream. In your state of fear you decided to hide behind a wall until it was safe to come out.

"This should be enough for today." You shivered at hearing the emotionless and numb tone of voice of your supposed husband.

"Overhaul, your spouse was asking about the girl once again. Maybe it would be better if at least let her see Eri?" You never heard Chrono's voice...

"She can try but it will not happen. I will make her forget about Eri existence. I know the area of the brain which holds memories. I can just overhaul it."

You started to cry.

"Although she can go to the police" You heard the exiting the room and walking away as you tried to keep your breath steady "After all, when you met (Y/n) she almost did that."

"Again. She has no choice. I know basically every little step that woman takes, and by far, she has nk way of escaping this place. (Y/N) is on the palm of my hand. Although to remain the status and appearances, she needs to learn a lot until she becomes the perfect model of a yakuza's wife."

"Certainly. But she is a feisty one"

"Not for long. I will break that courageous spirit she has, and construct her into the perfect role. Just as I want planned to be."

You clenched your teeth and made stopped yourself from breathing when they came back and went upstairs and closed the door as you got out of your hiding spot and ran towards the corridors while crying in anger.

"Damn bastard!" You clenched your teeth until you abruptly opened the door making Eri flinch..

The girl you came to know was even worse than she was when you first met her.

"(Y/n)-San!" She gagged your name in horror as you checked her over "Y-You have to get out of here! Please!"

"Don't worry sweetie, I will take us both out of here. Away from that monster. I should have trusted my institution back then." You hugged her while crying "I'm so sorry Eri!"

She pulled you away crying hysterically "Please! He will kill you! You need to get out of here! Please mom!"

You gulped down a sob as she accidentally called you that as you picked her up.

"No eri. If that bastard comes near you again I will-"

"You will what, wife?"

You froze as Eri shrieked, ruby eyes looking behind you as you started to tremble as well.

You turned only the side of your head to see the man you now despised the most as she glared at you back.

"You should be in your room now, what are you doing in here?" He spoke way too calm for your taste.

"What am I-?! YOU'RE KIDDING?!" You clung onto Eri as you cried "WHAT THE HELL DOES THIS MEANS OVERHAUL?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?!"

"I don't have any kids." He sighed in irritatio as he took both of his gloves off very slowly making Eri starts to sob.

"THE WHY THE FUCK LIE TO ME?! WHY TREAT A CHILD LIKE THIS?! YOU FUCKING DISGRACE OF HUMAN BEING!"

"Now now. Aren't you being a bit too rude with your husband, wife?" He approached you slowly as you death glared at him.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND ERI! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE I MADE A MISTAKE ON MARRYING A MONSTER LIKE YOURSELF!" You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You gasped when you felt Eri being rudely taken away from your grip by Chrono as you shouted.

"No one will hear you wife. We are on the underground remember? I thought you were smarter than this." Chrono dragged Eri away from you as you went to grab her Chisaki gripped your wrist with brute force making you wince but never to stop glaring at him "I think I need to train you like a pet to understand your place in here."

"LET GO OF ME!" You tried to yank away but in a blink you felt tremendous pain, you saw pitch black and green last thing you could hear was Eri anguish sobs and scream pleading for him not to do this.

You died....

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You gasped and tried to get up only to that one of yours hands was chained to a bed, along with both of you feet. You started hyperventilating. You died. You were sure you had just died. You looked around in panic that it was a new room. A whole ass white room.

What the hell?

You flinched when you heard steps until you choked when you saw overhaul entering with a pitch black mask and a metal table with a few... utensils.

"Awake I see." He murmured as you started to shake your whole body to get rid of the chains "Tsk. No need for that. Only a key or my quirk can get you out of there wife. Give up."

You scoffed and glared at him.

"What did you do to me? I freacking thought I died." You hissed as he grabbed a pair of plastic gloves and put them one.

"You did my dear. After all you didn't followed the orders." He blinked nonchantly as you observed him as he approached you slowly.

"Where the fuck is Eri?" You growled as he sighed.

"Eri is only good for my product. Her quirk is exactly what I need all these years to cure this sickness spread around the word that everyone call it quirks. Society is corrupted (Y/n)."

"But.." You looked at him in horror as his eyes glowed as he watched your frame tremble "You my dear, is a exception. With me correcting your minor defective attitudes you will become a being just as pure as a angel, a perfect model and a perfect wife for me. The leader of the Shie Hassaikai. With my new drug thanks to Eri's blood, this hero society will soon collapse. And we can finally live in a world full of sickness, doesn't this bring excitement to you?"

Silence stabilized in the room before enough finally found your voice as you stared in horror at the man before you.

"Are you crazy?" His expression fell a bit "You're torturing a child for this? Erase quirks from the world? Overhaul that's insane..." You shook your head in disbelief "Where the hell is your humanity?!"

His expression turned into one of anger as he scoffed and started to sanitize something before he sended an one eye glared to you.

"You speak like him. But do not worry. As soon as you get it, as soon as you see the big picture like I see. You will understand it. And about Eri? I am studying to get you to forget her. She is not our daughter or nothing ours."

"I ONLY APROACHED YOU BECAUSE OF HER YOU SICK BASTARD!" You trashed on the bed before you screamed when he overhauled the bed and quickly grabbed you by the neck and slammed you in the wall.

"You approached me out of your will." He growled, squeezing his grasp on your neck more "If you don't start to behave, I will force myself to do the same thing I did when you sneaked without MY permission around the house and found out all of these by yourself. Do you want that? Be torn apart and build back?" You shaked your head and pleaded for him to let go of your neck as the lack of oxygen was getting to you.

"Good." He growled in your face as he let go of you abruptly, making you fall on the ground as you gasped and coughed for air "I can't believe I have so much work to do now. First that little brat, and now I have to teach my own wife how to behave. What a pain..."

You started to cry before trembling standing up before gasping when he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him.

"I own you. Our marriage is pretty much like a deal. So you belong to me. I will give you two options:" He approached your face and glared deep into your eyes as you cried "Or you do as I say, be a good wife for me and no one gets hurt or... I will give an ending to that girl's life." You widened your eyes as you shaked your head violently.

"NO! NO PLEASE! I WILL DO WHAT YOU WANT BUT PLEASE..." You sobbed "Don't hurt Eri Overhaul.... I beg of you, please!"

He seemed rather pleased at that as he let go of your chin and you dropped on your knees crying violently as he stared down at you.

"Don't call me that anymore." You looked up at him in fright "Call me by my tittle, husband, or my abandoned name. Kai." He crouched down to your level as gently lifted your chin up "Go on, I want to hear it from your lips."

You sobbed but soon yelled in pain when your chin started to bleed as his grip became more harsh.

"Say. My. Name. Wife." He growled between teeth as you sobbed.

"Kai! Okay?! I said it! Kai!" He pondered pondered a bit before going to your neck and overhauling a bit making you scream in pain.

"Apologize for me. Apologize for saying I have no humanity and for disobeying me. Go on."

"I-I-Im sorry! I won't do it again! I-I didn't meant it! I'm sorry! Please! It HURTS-!"

"Please what my dear?"

"PLEASE KAI I BEG OF YOU!"

"Better." He restores your skin as you breathed in in relief as tears dropped on the floor "We're getting somewhere."

.

.

Pain... reverse. Overhaul. Reverse... obey him...

You were absolutely miserable... you had lost your fight and flight spirit as soon as Over-Kai... brought Eri to the line...

You guessed that should be already two years since this happened... the walls of your room looked no different but it had more things. Jewelry, clothes....

He though that would make you light up... sick bastard.

You heard from the other side of the walls that Eri had escaped and your heart swelled at the thought. You almost never saw her. Just a few times when you begged on your knees to Kai that at least one second you could see each other.

Eri no longer smiled while seeing you, she only cried and apologized for bringing you into this.

A door opened and you flinched in your bed as you saw Kai entering and taking off his mask.

"I got her back. It was a hassle since two heroes student caught her. But she is back." You cursed the heavens inside your head as you felt tears grow into your eyes.

Dammit... Eri could have escaped this hell.

"The process of the bullets are going explendid well." He stopped talking before looking at you arching an eyebrow... expecting something you already knew.

"That's... excellent to hear... darling." Your voice was weak and hoarse due ti your crying, thinking that Eri had escaped and now was safe and sound.

"Isn't it? Now. The yakusa is more close to getting their respect back." He mumbled before looking at you again "You've been behaving very well these months. Maybe I should give you something?"

You visibly perked up as you looked at him in hope.

"Can.. I see Eri.. just for a bit? I want to know how she is..." his humors darkened a bit as he scoffed.

"After years and you don't let go of this brat.... very well." He opened the door as you slowly got up from the bed and followed him to Eri'sroom

It has now loaded with toys and as soon as she heard the door open she flinched away but as soon as she saw your face she started to sob and you kneeled on the ground embracing her. She had now long hair....

"You almost did it..." You cried silently "You were so brave Eri..." yours tears soaked her little dress as hers soaked your clothes as well.

"I'm so sorry! IM SORRY!" She sobbed in your arms as you tried to shush and calm her down

Kai didn't allowed you two together for along time... you didn't know why, but he always claimed that you would get attached to the wrong child...

You didn't get it until today... as you were returning back to your prison...

He hold on his gloved hand a a little pot with something in it and a syringe in the other.

Your curiosity got the best of you sadly...

"Husband... what is this? Vitamins again?" You spoke nimbly as he stared at you before chuckling.

"No no. Not this time." You clenched your eyes a bit before he commanded for you to lay down with your stomach to the air as he made you fall asleep with another drug.

When you woke up you accidentally flinched when you felt a pair of lips kissing your forehead as you looked up at Chisaki looking at you with the same cold eyes.

"Wha.. what did you-"

"Your exams will come back by the morning. Let's see if it fertilized."

"F-fertilized? What?" You mumbled in horror.

"Well dear. It's been two years since our marriage and.. well." He got up from the bed and stared at the towel on the desk before grabbing it "I need a heir for the Hassaikai. I'm still quite young, but better prevent than to let this happen later."

"H-heir...?" You mumbled in horror as you felt cold sweat slide down your back.

"Precisely." He glanced at you "I adore you. Your expressions, your body... everything. You're the sculpture of beauty. Just imagine what a pure being will be our own flesh and blood child."

"I-I..." You started to tremble "I don't know about that dear... y-you don't like touching r-remember?" You trembled "Imagine how would you react to sex? Is q-quite messy."

He studied your expressions for a bit before chuckling

"Well, I am a mysophobjc. But I am a man. But I will not force you into intimate activities... yet." You felt tears accumulating "but I do want a heir. So I myself decided to make this work. Without assaulting you."

You stared in horror at him.

"Y-You... didn't... d-did you-?"

"Yes wife of mine."

No... God please no he didn't do this to you.

"Artificial insemination was such a blessing that humanity did it. Finally not a error."

.

.

That night you didn't sleep, and when Chrono threw the papers you screamed in terror.

It was positive. You were pregnant with this monster's child.

You kneeled on the ground and screamed, punche dthe ground and cried your eyes out for this fucking hell you were forced into.

.

.

You flinched when the ground started to tremble until you screamed when you saw Chrono and the hero Eraserhead falling and battling.You didn't know what the fuck was going, what was happening and the look the hero sended to you did not help to cease your tears.

A teenage boy with a quirk about food helped you out as Eraser did his best to help you as well as you saw Chrono being arrested.

"W-What is happening?" You shaked as the heroes carried you out of the underground and out of the house.

Out of this hell.

"Is over miss.." Eraserhead coughed a bit before he looked at you more closely "Don't I know you?"

"I-I don't know..." You widened your eyes at Chisaki being arrested and soon later seeing Eri walking towards you then running crying hysterically.

You hugged her close as you finally cried to your heart content.... you were somehow free...

Out of that man's grasp...

Finally...

.

.

"I'm so glad to see you again miss (L/n)! You look so much better! BUT I DIDN'TEXPECTED TO SEE YOU AND ERI SO SOON I'm so happy!" You smiled at the green haired boy. You had watched U.A festival along with Mirio and Eri.. you felt somehow guilty about learning that the blonde didn't had his quirk anymore but he only hugged you close and also apologized for not coming sooner to the rescue.

"I'm glad to see you too Midoriya." You giggled before watching in adoration as Eri with U.A students, such as Uraraka, Kirishima, Tsuyu, the big three.. now you knew almost all of their names thanks to Shota.

"We decided is the best to watch over them here in U.A." aizawa started to explain as Eri showed you the pigtails Nejire had just done on her hair as you praised on how she looked and how Nejire did such cute pigtails.

"I understand Eri-chan but, sorry (L/n)-san?" You hummed at Kirishima "You don't have no one?" You smiled sadly as you shook your head.

"But that's no because I'm staying over here. I'm quirkless but I have a few knowledge about nursing so..." Midoriya hugged you tight as you gasped for air and laughed at the sudden show of affection as he cried about how you were a brilliant hero.

"And because of other thing." Aizawa mumbled as you sighed sadly... all students seemed curious as you decided to speak.

"I'm.. pregnant."

"WITH MISTER AIZAWA'S CHILD?!" the students shouted and your face was now tomato red as Shota face palmer.

"I KNEW IT! MISTER AIZAWA ALWAYS TALK ABOUT YOU! I WON THE BET!" Kirishima yelled before Aizawa wrapped him up and squeezed his mouth shut

"Everyone in the class knows he has a crush on you (L/n)-San!" Urakaka and Tsuyui started to cheer along before you gently stopped them.

"I'm flattered. But... no is not Aizawa-sensei..." You mumbled sadly as mentioned for nejire and Mirio to take Eri out.. "I was forced to get pregnant while I was in overhaul grasp. To give him a heir... it was through artificial insemination though."

The whole room stayed in shock... the girl's were in state of horror in anger.

"Can.. Can't you.. you know?" Uraraka mumbled sadly as you shook your head.

"The fetus is now developing, the doctors said that it could risk my own life a abortion, and is not this child fault what happened to me so..." You sat down, maintaining your tears at bay as all students held their anger for your sake until Aizawa sat next to you.

"I will help you out. Whatever you think is the best I will agree with it. Now that the hard part is over, at least we can take care of it..."

"BESIDES!" Mirio bargeg in along with Eri as you squeaked "We are here! WE AREHEROES AFTER ALL!"

You stared at Eri whose smile was vibrant as she walked to you and held your face the same way you did when you found her.

"I will help you out mom! No matter what! ." She giggled which made you tear up as you sobbed quietly.... felling Eri hug you and a pair of muscular arms and dark hair block your vision as you thanked them. Over and over again.

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Don't know if I should write a Parr 2 but oh well here comes shit writing I hope you guys enjoy ^^

[weepingvoidpenguin]

One of Your Favorites

Jealous Bucky x Reader

Summary: You have an objective. Get Rumlow to confess. Simple enough, right? No. Aside from his usual condescending attitude towards you, Bucky has made it extremely apparent that he doesn’t think you’re capable of - well, anything, but especially not handling Rumlow. And yet, he is the biggest challenge of this entire ordeal.

Warning: T R I G G E R WARNING!! ATTEMPTED SA, DRUGS, language, light smut. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT READ IF SA WILL TRIGGER YOU. 

Word Count: 8.3k

   “We have good intel stating he’s working as a double agent for HYDRA. Selling information, exploiting tactics, even going so far as to tell them where we’ll be and when.” Natasha scanned the room, making sure she had everyone’s attention during the briefing. 

   You slouched back in your swivel chair and twisted to-and-fro slightly with your hands gripping the arm rests on either side. It took all of your willpower to act engrossed in her words. And you meant every single drop. You’d been paying attention, sure, but the only issue was the dominating presence two seats to your right and directly in your line of sight to Natasha. You rolled your chair to the left to clear the path for the third time, only for him to block your way without missing a beat. The growl that left your mouth was nearly involuntary. Nearly.

   How long would this man act like a child? Despite his graceful and seemingly unsuspecting movements, you were fully aware his placement was intentional. This was not the first, nor did you doubt that it would be the last, time that Bucky acted impudently toward you. Frankly, you’d grown bored of his behavior. It was the same thing everyday. He would act a nuisance during the briefings, speak over you whenever he had the chance, steal the limelight from you and invalidate any concerns or thoughts you shared. The whole charade grew tiring and he had been dancing on thin ice for months now.

   You averted your gaze from burning holes through the freshly washed, brown locks and switched your attention back up to the redhead. Thankfully, too, because you managed to catch the end of her sentence just as she locked eyes with you.

   “And that’s why Y/N is going to be the one to extract the information from him,” she finished.

   You blinked, “Wait, what?” 

   Bucky straightened his posture and threw a quick glance your way, “Yeah, what? She’s got no heat, couldn’t toast marshmallows if we gave her all day. She shouldn’t lead this, she wouldn’t know how,”

   “Well, tonight might be a good time to start learning, then,” Steve chimed in, throwing a wink your way. You smiled and appreciated his aid, not because you needed it but because at this point, you were seething and if you opened your mouth to defend yourself this meeting would go south, quickly. Luckily, Steve always believed you were capable of a great deal of things and knew you strove for more experience so any opportunity to lead or expand was one he thought you should take. 

   “Besides,” Tony spoke up, twirling a platinum pen between his fingers from across the table, “our little double-agent has always had the hots for Y/N so unless you’re gonna be the one to bat your eyelashes at him and get him alone in a room, Mr. Barnes, we have to use his own flaws against him.” He turned to face you and held up a hand, “Not to say that liking you is a flaw, you’re great Hot-Stuff but exploiting him is our best option indefinitely,”

   “Do I have to seduce him?” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and raising a brow towards Nat, trying your damned hardest to avoid the unmistakable glare the brown-haired super soldier was sending your way. 

   “The only thing you have to do is extract any information on him that you can. Get him a little drunk, catch him in a slip-up or two, take note of any inconsistent stories and be on your merry way,” she reassured, “How you manage to do that is up to you,”

   “Ooh, extortion,” Clint chirped up from the far back corner, his hands rubbing together maliciously around an arrow he pulled from his sheathe, something you noticed he did a lot when he was uninterested; be it a person, mission, or conversation.

   “No. Not extortion,” Steve shut it down and you chuckled at how Clint’s countenance fell into one of disappointment. 

   “Not yet anyway,” Natasha mumbled and you sighed as she walked around the room and handed each of you a folder with your individual objectives inside.

   “But he’s such a pervert,” you grumbled.

   “All the easier,” 

~

   The rest of the day was drudged with Nat while she taught the pertinence of body language (both yours and theirs), verbal ruses, and overall ensnarement. You bat your eyelashes until you were certain you would catch enough wind to fly away, smirked enough that your cheeks began to ache and raised your eyebrows ‘til you felt the impending wrinkles on your forehead. By the end of the drill you weren’t sure you were even going to make it to the company party from the migraine creeping its way on.

   “How’s the bait coming along?” His voice alone caused you to roll your eyes but you paid no mind while you rubbed at your temples and stood up alongside Natasha.

   “She’s not gonna be able to lie to me any time soon but she can flirt her way to whatever she wants,”

   “Benefits of targeting a narcissistic misogynist, they don’t think anyone can fool them.” Tony belted as he sauntered into the room with strawberries, offering them out to you while he munched on one.

   “She’ll still mess it up,” Bucky countered, “Make someone else do it,”

   You plucked the fruit off Tony’s tray and examined it, trying to figure out whether you were going to consume it or use it as a weapon.

   “I really appreciate your words of encouragement, James. Unfortunately, they’re not wanted, nor are they needed.” You bit into the fruit and glided towards the door, looking over your shoulder at the super soldier, “So unless you actually have something to contribute, I suggest you stay the hell out of my way while I get the job done,”

   Nat walked out behind you and handed you a tiny, skin-colored device meant to conceal itself and you placed it in your ear. 

   “The conversation is gonna be recorded so we can catch any inconsistencies. We’ll all be able to hear what you’re saying so tread on delicate waters but don’t be afraid to shake mountains if you have to,”

   You nodded and opened your door for her to enter your room knowing she’d want to help you get ready for the event. Natasha, shocking as it turns out, enjoys company while preparing for events. She would much prefer to be surrounded by people than be alone. You never had gall to ask her why that is. Or maybe you respected her too much to ask.

   An hour had passed, maybe two, but you enjoyed the silence between you both. There was no need to fill the empty quiet when it was so comfortable and welcoming. You two spoke without words at times and that was probably your favorite personal skill. Eventually, there came a knock on your door and you opened to find Wanda with her flat iron and make-up bag in tow. It’d long since been decided that your room was the gathering center.

   Wanda helped you finish touching up your outfit and you waited on your bed while they finished getting ready. Nat occasionally quizzed you on certain situations and how you should act depending on the tones and moods of the conversation. You tried to explain that you didn’t have difficulty reading a room but Nat tested you all the same. 

   “And if he puts his hand on your thigh?” She called out from your bathroom.

   “Then he loses it,” you practically sang in response.

   You were met with a flying hairbrush and laughed at the onslaught.

   “You’re not the only one with that mentality,” Wanda called out as well, her iron glossing over thin strands of hair.

   “Nat knows I can handle myself.” You sat up on the bed and went over to your closet to collect your favorite pair of shoes to go along with the formal attire Nat selected for tonight. “What a coincidence that we happen to have a company party the same night we have to extract information,” you hollered over your shoulder, moving aside terribly worn shoes while you scoured for the pair you had in mind.

   “This objective has been in the works for weeks now,” Nat released the tendril of hair from around the barrel and pinned it to her head so it could cool.

   “Wow, thanks for the heads up, then.” You gripped the desired pair and placed them beside your nightstand for later.

   “The plan wasn’t solid until we knew for a fact that Rumlow was coming. It’s a company party so it’s not mandatory but once he heard you were making an appearance, it didn’t take very much persuading,”

   You rolled your eyes and plopped back down on your mattress, “He’s so annoying, I doubt I can hold much of a conversation with him,”

   “Take a shot or two to ease your nerves, if he sees you drinking it’ll put him at ease too. He’ll be more inclined to drink,” Natasha recommended. “But don’t act too out of character. If you were always curt and short with him and suddenly you start acting over-friendly, he may get suspicious. He’s an idiot but he’s a paranoid one,”

   You nodded, taking a mental note to have a half-empty bottle in your grasp when Rumlow arrives. If he thinks you’ve already been drinking, he might also consider catching up. 

   “Y/N? Not uptight for once?” Wanda sarcastically questioned. “I can’t picture it,”

   “Oh, fuck off,” you grumbled and in turn received laughter from the two girls. “Besides, of all of us I’m by far the least uptight. Barnes takes the cake for that one,”

   There was a beat of silence that you didn’t register before you were met with a response.

   “Ya know, he’s not as bad as you paint him out to be.” Nat unpinned the curl from her head and moved on to the next section, “He’s got some serious loyalty and always willing to volunteer first for everything,”

   You lifted your head to stare at her reflection through the mirror, “What are you talking about? He’s annoying and irate and lacks a filter,”

   “Mmm, irate isn’t the word I would use,” Wanda countered, looking over to Natasha.

   Nat shook her head in response, “I’d lean more towards . . . over-protective,” 

  “Much better,” Wanda agreed.

   You squinted your eyes at their image and felt the corners of your lips turn downwards, “Over-protective? Since when are you two defending Barnes?”

   “We’re not defending him, per say.” Wanda glanced over to Nat, “We’re just trying to give you a fresh perspective,” 

   “You could give me a brand new pair of eyes and I’d still see him the same,” you retorted, now leaning on your elbows due to the strain on your neck. 

   They ignored the comment, “And he’s only annoying to you,”

   “You’re telling me he doesn’t annoy you at all?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

   “More like . . . he doesn’t go out of his way to mess with us.” Nat applied a nude color onto her lips.

   “So you agree that he goes out of his way to irritate me,” you stated rather than asked.

   “That’s been made very apparent,” Wanda responded. “But you have to wonder why,”

   You huffed a little and sprawled back out on the bed just to result in staring at the ceiling above. If you looked hard enough your mind would create pictures from the chaos of the cracks and shapes began to form. Sometimes, when the night lay still and life seemed to dwindle at the edges of your reality, you could swear a familiar face fashioned together and your imagination ran wild with the images you’d see. Some that brought a warmth to your cheeks even now. 

   You shot up out of bed and shook the memories from your vision. Ugh. He haunts you even when he’s not actively tormenting you. How he’s managed to crawl his way so deeply within your skin you had no idea but you fought for control of your thoughts whenever you caught them slipping into that hellhole.

   “Or slipping into euphoria,” Wanda chimed in.

   “Wanda!” You scolded, crossing your arms, “Euphoria my ass,”

   “Yeah, he thinks so too,” she continued and you chucked the abandoned hairbrush back their way. 

   “Stay out of my head,” you jokingly sniped at her but was met with a low chuckle.

   “I didn’t even have to be in your head to know what you were thinking of,” Nat defended and caught your weapon of choice.

   “Are you guys done yet?” You rolled your eyes and stretched yourself out before swiping up the pair of heels you’d chosen and sliding them onto your feet.

   “Why? Are you in a hurry to see a certain someone?” Natasha teased and Wanda let out an eruption of laughter.

   “All right, I’m done.” You made a beeline for the door and threw it open, “Lock up when you’re finished!” You bellowed over your shoulder and made your way to the top floor of the building where all the parties are typically held.

   You didn’t run into anyone on the way up and you used that time to calm yourself, prying inch by inch away from the invasive thoughts that called for you in the darkest hours of the night. But, then again, maybe those tormenting thoughts weren’t that bad? You mean, he certainly IS handsome, very much so actually. And he has the most knee-wobbling smirk you’d ever come to know, not to mention those little tricks he does with his knives always manage to entrance you. God, did he know how to use a knife. 

   On more than one occasion had you caught yourself staring at how his hands encapsulated the hilt of the blade. How they clenched and relaxed, drawing out some of the more prominent veins on one of the extremities; of course, you were even more so enticed by the hand he hid as well. You’d imagined what it felt like to have such strong hands grip onto your thighs and coax you into spreading them open with just a few teasing touches here and there. You couldn’t fathom the front you’d put up would last very long, he was stellar at pulling reactions from you. He’d see you break under his caresses and he’d degrade you like he always did but this time it’d emit a different response from you, one that made you whimper and shake. At that, he’d probably call you a good girl, he definitely seems the type to switch between degradation and praise, and would press his mouth up just where you wanted it the most. You’d try your hardest to be quiet but damn the way that tongue moved against you and the way he’d pull you harder against his face at each sound of pleasure you let slip past your lips. He’d enjoy it, too. Eyes closed as he devours you, he likes to put on a show for you to watch. Give you a memory that’ll slick your thighs later that night if he hadn’t fucked you into a coma by then. He’d make you watch him and if you dared to close your eyes you’d earn a firm, cold smack on your ass. He knows you like when he uses temperature play. He growls a little too, he can’t help his innate behavior. Then, just as the accumulation is coming to its apex he’d pull away abruptly and kiss you straight on your mouth so you can taste yourself and that’d earn him another whimper which would result in another smack that leads to that cold metal trailing its way to your core and just as he pushes the tip of his finger inside-

   You cough and straighten your posture as the elevator door opens. When had you leaned up against the back wall of the elevator? Oh Gods, you could feel the slick at the apex of your thighs and you squeezed them together as inconspicuously as you could in fear that you were producing a . . . scent that would be rather difficult to conceal. But the slick only grew worse when you locked eyes with the person stepping into the elevator.

   Fuck.

   “That’s what you chose to wear?” He asked, a certain venom in his tone that immediately calmed the ache in your heat.

   “And what would you have me wear instead, Barnes?” You quipped back, your body facing forward as he took his place beside you in the cramped space.

   There was a beat of silence. Then another. “Not that,” he responded.

   “Well I’ll make sure to ask you next time since you have such impeccable taste,” you retorted, your eyes yet to abandon the sight of the closing doors.

   You weren’t sure of all the effects of the Super Soldier Serum that had been injected into Bucky and all that it heightened but you prayed to any God that would listen that his hearing wasn’t one of those things. You were too preoccupied with attempting to settle the hot pulse beating between your legs to worry about how loud your discomfort came across.

   “What do you look so nervous about?” Bucky’s gruff voice prodded. “You can’t possibly be nervous about the mission considering how big-headed you are,”

   You took a deep, long breath and held it to soothe you. Had you not been so previously preoccupied, you’d have given him hell for the insult. “I’m not nervous about that,” you sniped and rested back against the cool wall to satiate your burning skin before lifting your gaze to him only to find him already examining you.

   “Of course not, I just said that,” he retorted, bringing a gloved hand to his face to rub along his jaw, “there’s obviously nothing for you to worry about,”

   You scoffed, “And why is that, Barnes?” Cue the dramatic crossing of your arms. 

   “You’re smarter than Rumlow and significantly better trained. Overall, he really doesn’t hold a candle to your ability,” He paused for a second, his whole frame tensing until he remembered to relax, “But that’s not really saying much considering it’s Rumlow,” 

   You hadn’t noticed you raised your eyebrows until you felt your face fall, “Ah, there he is. You had me worried there for a second, Barnes. Thought you might actually try something new and display common decency for once,”

   A corner of his mouth turned up subtly and he shook his head. You trailed your gaze down to his hidden hand and stared long enough to burn a hole through the fabric.

   “If something’s bothering you, Dollface, go ahead and speak up,” 

   You weren’t sure what possessed you to say anything, especially knowing how touchy the subject was for him but the words left your mouth anyway, “I don’t know why you insist on hiding yourself,”

   He lurched his head back, your statement seeming to have a physical affect on the man and you mentally slapped yourself for saying anything.

   “I’m not hiding myself,”

   “But you are,” you interrupted, your thoughts coming out in pools of candor, “you aren’t your hand. You aren’t your past. You are you. Presently. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore. That’s not even the same hand you had back then. It’s not tainted and neither are you. I say drop the gloves,”

   “And why would I care about what you say?” He growled, his eyebrows furrowed together and his neck tight in potential restraint.

   The elevator dinged and you looked towards the opening doors, “You don’t have to but they don’t look right with your suit either.” You walked through the exit and sauntered over to the others who had already gotten the party started, leaving Bucky dumb-founded behind you. “I need a shot,”

   “Already ready,” Tony quipped up, holding the small glass in the air for everyone to behold before bringing his cheek to yours in mock welcoming, “This’ll up your tolerance for the next hour, try to get all your drinking done within that time-frame,”

   You pulled away with a warm smile after faux kissing his cheek, “Finally!” you displayed and threw the liquid back in one swift motion, your face scrunching together against your will.

   “Yeah, she’s got a kick to her,” he mumbled and handed you a fruity drink to chase it down with. 

   You went around and said hi to everyone as you recognized most of those present. You made small chatter with those lesser known and drank the liquid in your hand significantly quicker than you’d like to. You excused yourself after you finished the drink and walked over to the bar, scanning the room as you were handed another glass. No Rumlow in sight.

   You headed towards the foosball table and gripped the handles after setting the beverage down on the counter beside you. You flinched as a reflection of light caught your eye and at first you thought your glass was the source. Until your eyes fixated on the reflection’s actual origin. To your far right, and up a few steps you found Bucky conversing with Steve, a dull light emitting from his hand. Not a glove in sight.

   “So, where’s your boyfriend?” Sam inquired when he filled the opposing spot.

   You rolled your eyes, “Bucky’s not my boyfriend,”

   “Bucky?” Sam’s tone chirped up teasingly, a knowing look wearing on his face.

   Your grip tightened around the handles and you slowly pulled away to throw the little white ball through the circle, your hands immediately twisting the miniscule players around. Your eyes shot back and forth, your sight never leaving the darting sphere. Sam still managed to win the first point.

   “Ha!” He shouted in triumph, bringing his finger up as if to scold you, “Don’t think you got away with that comment either, Y/N,”

   “What comment?” you questioned and gulped most of your drink before slamming it back down on the table.

   You heard your earpiece come to life with quiet static and you tried to keep your face masked. Rumlow had entered. Not a surprise either, the party was finally starting to pick up now.

   Sam threw the ball in and you turned the players meticulously this time, brute strength hadn’t helped you earlier so maybe you should take it slow. Steve made his way over to the table and threw his drink back, the liquid trickling down the side of his face before he wiped it away. Sam won the second point.

   “I play winner,” Tony chimed, standing beside Steve.

   You made a point to catch up and now you two were tied at three each. 

   “Best out of five?” You proposed, quirking an eyebrow at Sam.

   “If you didn’t want to play anymore you could’ve just said that,” he teased and you smirked at him as Tony made a subtle show of handing you another drink and you finished your second. “Loser takes two shots?”

   “Deal.” You nodded, knowing you didn’t have much of a choice as a small crowd began to form around you two. Rumlow amongst them. 

   Your jaw dropped when Sam shot the ball directly into your goal as soon as he’d let the ball go.

   “What the fuck?” You shouted, “No fair! That doesn’t count!”

   Thor erupted in laughter to your right and you blinked slowly, staring at the gargantuan man. 

   “It most certainly does,” Sam shouted back, his grin practically touching his ears.

   “Sam, take it easy on her,” Bucky muttered from beside him, quickly averting his gaze from yours and his expression loosened, “The brat hates losing,”

   “Brat?” You snarled.

   Bucky took a swig of his beer, watching you the entire time and you reeled back the fire beginning to form in your chest just to bring your drink up to your lips and chug the entire thing down. You handed it over to Tony who left to replace it. 

   “Last point,” Sam stated, “It’s not too late to quit now,”

   You shook your head and blinked away the feign distortion you were supposed to have. “Just play the ball,”

   “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he teased and threw the ball in. 

   You wanted to win. Desperately. But you had a character to play tonight and she was supposed to be drunk. So you hit your hand against the corner of the table just as Sam happened to make the winning point. You grumbled and threw him a glare when Tony broke through the crowd.

   “Coming through,” he shouted, handing two small glasses to you while you gripped your knuckles in pain. “Noooo, you’re not getting out of taking these. C’mon, take your punishment,”

   “Yes, Daddy,” you grumbled and cringed at your own words when the realization hit you. Whatever. You were supposed to be drunk, anyway. 

   “Daddy?” Tony quipped and pulled the drinks back towards himself, “Maybe you should be cut off,”

   “What?” You argued, leaning slightly on the table with your hand and snatching the drinks from Tony’s hold, effectively spilling some on yourself. “See?” You lifted up the half empty shot glass, “This barely counts as a shot,”

   “I’ll get her a new one,” Rumlow offered and disappeared before anyone could argue. 

   “She really doesn’t need another-” Bucky tried to interject and take the shots from you but you twisted around and chugged down the one full glass.

   Water.

   You looked up at Tony and his smirk was barely noticeable. But you could tell. Bucky nearly ripped the other drink from you but Tony blocked his path and you exaggerated your next drink as Rumlow broke back into the crowd, shot in tow.

   “Here.” Rumlow’s calloused hand held the drink up above you and you stared at him with a questioning look. “Open,” he ordered and the fire burning in your chest fought to destroy everything in its vicinity. You bit your lip in refrain but tossed your head back and opened your mouth.

   Static broke over your earpiece. Don’t drink that! Wanda’s voice erupted.

   Your eyes widened as the liquid made its way down but you coughed hard to stop whatever you could. 

   Why? Steve’s voice came through right after.

   You choked on the liquid and shut your eyes at the way it burned its way down. You reached your hand out to grab someone’s drink to ease the burning and grasped a tall glass and tossed it back. The burning didn’t ease up and you felt a hand rest on your back.

   “Are you okay?” Rumlow’s voice rang out and your skin nearly recoiled from the contact, “How about we get you some water?”

   You looked up at him when the burning subsided minimally and nodded your head, letting him lead the way to the bar. He parted the crowd and someone took step right behind you to follow when the presence suddenly died out abruptly. You turned around to check who it had been and found no one.

   Why? Steve asked again.

   Where’s Wanda? Bruce broke through.

   You lifted your head and flitted your gaze around the room until you found the familiar Sokovian on the couch, laying down with her eyes closed. You pulled away from Rumlow but his grip on your hand tightened and his steps grew in haste. You whirled your head to yell at him but the way the room swayed with the movement cause you to shut your mouth in surprise. 

   Didn’t Tony say you would have a higher tolerance?

   “Couch...” you muttered, pointing over your shoulder just in case your target was curious enough to ask but the message was delivered.

   Rumlow hoisted you up onto the bar stool and stood on your open side, using his body to keep you from falling over. Or to cage you in.

   “I don’t feel good,” You rested an elbow on the countertop and held your head up.

   “I can’t imagine you would. You’ve been chugging those drinks like they’re water.” Despite that, Rumlow motioned to the bartender and asked for two more.

   You giggled and your head lulled forward with the action. You let Rumlow catch you from tumbling over. Why did your body feel so heavy? Not to mention the way everything around you dazed about. You couldn’t catch a single action, let alone attempt to read Rumlow’s body language. But you did happen to notice the way his eyes searched the room before coming back to you.

   “You okay?” You rested your forearm against his chest and pushed slightly to allow yourself a better view of his face.

   A small smirk, “Am I okay? What about you?”

   You smacked your lips and brought the ice cold glass to your lips. That’s not water. “I’m doing reeaalllyy good,” you drawled.

   Rumlow chuckled and pushed you deeper into the chair, “I can tell.” He took a sip, his attention never faltering from your body, “Just be sure to pace yourself from here on out,”

   You made a show of cocking your head to the side and letting a smile sprawl onto your face as you studied him. 

   “What?” he questioned, a curious lift in his brow.

   You shook your head gently and kept your gaze on him over the brim of your glass, “You’re just . . . not what I was expecting,”

   “And what were you expecting?” 

   Don’t forget to bat your eyelashes. “Worse,”

   “Sorry to disappoint,” he jeered, his attention once again cast throughout the room before centering back on you.

   You followed his action but quickly came to the conclusion that moving any pace faster than a sloth was going to make you nauseous and you could barely keep a thought together. Your stomach began to rise in your chest and the fear seized your throat shut. Why couldn’t you hold onto a thought for longer than a second? It was like you were aware of your lack of consciousness but could do nothing about it because any thought or bout of panic phased through just as soon as it arrived.

   “What are you so tense for, Rumlow? You know you’re not currently on the clock, right?” You teased, your head leaning on your shoulder as you spoke.

   He brought his drink up to his lips and finished it off in three gulps, “I’m not tense. It’s just hard to turn it off sometimes,”

   You nodded slowly and pushed your drink towards him, “Relax. You know everyone here,”

   He shook his head and placed your drink back in front of you before asking for another beer.

   “And two shots!” You shouted to the bartender, throwing two of your fingers high up and instantly regretting how fast you’d done it.

   “Are you trying to get me drunk?” He asked you, a side smirk beginning to form.

   You placed your finger over your lips and hushed, “Shh, I won’t tell if you don’t.” You dragged your lower lip down and his eyes fixated to commit the scene to memory. “Besides, I always feel dumb if I’m the only one drunk,”

   He motioned to the rest of the party, “Believe me, Sugar, you’re not the only one enjoying yourself,”

   “But are you?” 

   “Am I what?” 

   “Enjoying yourself?” 

   Your skin crawled when he placed his rough hand on your barren thigh, “Absolutely,”

   Don’t forget what you’re here for. Don’t let the objective slip. Gods, how the fuck were you supposed to retain anything when you were so sleepy? And why was it so warm?

   “Hot,” you mumbled, fishing around in your glass for an ice cube to rub on your face.

   “Thank you,”

   You threw your head back in laughter and nearly earned yourself an up-close and personal view of the floor had Rumlow not wrapped an arm around your waist and held you steady. Once he was certain you weren’t going to toss yourself onto the ground, he parted your legs and stood between them to keep you rooted to your seat.

   All the movement had you spinning and you white-knuckled Rumlow’s cotton shirt to keep yourself grounded to something, anything. Red warning lights were firing up in your chest and you tensed with the way your body buckled to the panic coursing through you. Your heart pounded in your ears and danced across your skin, lighting it on fire and making the room too stuffy to bear. Please, no. Not now. Focus. Snap out of it. Come back, stay back. Your breathing hitched and you looked down at the sensation crawling its way up higher on your thigh. Too hot. Everything was too hot, if you didn’t get out of this now you would never-

   “Vision!” You cheered, happy to see your friend.

   The presence on your thigh recoiled slightly.

   “I’m taking Wanda to her room, seems she’s had a bit too much to drink,” Vision informed and you’d only just then noticed the body in his hold.

   “Wanda!” You smiled, admiring her peaceful features as she slept in his arms. You poked at her cheek then jerked your gaze back up to Vision. “What? Wanda doesn’t drink,”

   She’s not acting, Sam’s voice erupted in your ear and you flinched at the sound. 

   Vision’s eyes went from you to Rumlow then back to you slowly, “Y/N . . . are you okay?”

   You beamed at him and slowly brought up your thumb. “Good,” you responded.

   You followed Vision’s gaze back up to Rumlow and smiled at the agent beside you. You guess he’s kind of cute. In a strange, unsettling way.

   “She’s had a lot to drink, so we’re just trying to slow down the pace. Aren’t we, Y/N?” Rumlow looked down at you.

   You nodded fervently, “Yup!” 

   Vision hesitated but knew he didn’t pose much of a threat with Wanda in his arms unconscious, so he quirked a smile and walked towards the hall.

   Someone get to Y/N, something’s not right, Vision ordered and you lifted your head up to find him. You could have sworn he just left.

   “Here.” Rumlow handed you a glass, “Drink this, it’ll cool you down,” 

   You stared at the glass in his hold and looked up at him, “You drink it first,” you slurred, holding your finger up at him.

   He cocked his head to the side but took a swig of the drink and you watched it go down his throat. You shrugged and grabbed at it.

   Do not drink that, Nat ordered from somewhere and you looked around in wonder at who she was yelling to.

   Bucky, Sit down! Steve growled.

   Like hell, responded a voice you knew all too well.

   Your smile grew and you looked through the crowd, “Bucky!” You feverishly called, completely expecting to see him before you. Rumlow’s head lifted instantly, his eyes scouring the area.

   “I’ve got this, Pretty Boy,” Tony hastily spoke, “How ya doin’, Hot Stuff?” He interrogated and you reeled at the tone.

   “Quite well, thank you,” you responded tenaciously and attempted to take a swig of the drink in your grasp.

   Tony’s hand shot out and covered the top, slamming the cup back down on the counter and effectively getting the drink all over your dress.

   “What the fuck?” You tried to shout but the words came out heavy and required too much energy to speak.

   “You’ve had enough for tonight,”

   “It’s just water,” Rumlow defended but Tony paid him no mind.

   Your jaw dropped open and you glared at the older man. Who the hell did he think he was? Tony’s stare burned through your skull and despite your irritation, you couldn’t help but wonder why he was so pissed.

   “Are you mad at me?” You drawled, lulling your head to the side.

   “No,” he responded curtly. 

   “Am I being too loud or something?” You pushed. You couldn’t imagine you were any louder than any other drunken bastard at this party.

   “No,”

   Get her out of there or I swear to God I will, his voice hissed into your ear.

   Your eyebrows rose slightly in excitement, “Mmm, Bucky,” you smiled and Tony nodded.

   “’Mmm, Bucky’ is right. Wanna go see him?” Tony offered, sticking out his hand for you to take.

   You fell forward into Rumlow’s chest but shook your head furiously none the less, “For what? So he can tell me I’m horrendous at my-”

   Oh shit. Your job. The job.

   If only your body didn’t feel so heavy and your mind so light.

   You pushed off Rumlow’s chest and glared at Tony, “I can handle myself,” you insisted, a new sort of sober tone making its way through that caused him to do a once-over. “I know what I’m doing,”

   “How many drinks have you had?” Tony challenged and you fell silent.

   Then you felt a tap, and another and a few more.

   “Six,” You said, hoping you’d counted right.

   Tony, don’t you even fucking consider it, Bucky threatened.

   “You could at least change, recuperate and then come back,” Tony offered and you sighed a breath of relief before nodding.

   “Deal,” you agreed, “I’m hot anyway,”

   Tony gave you one last glance before turning around and blending into the crowd on the other end of the room.

   You looked up to Rumlow who’s gaze was still locked on the sea of people, “Don’t you wish you’d taken that shot now?” you tried to jeer, every last word bringing you deeper and deeper.

   “Are they always that intense?” He questioned, not turning his attention to you.

   “They can be over-bearing,” you admitted, hand grabbing the water from earlier and pressing it up against your forehead, “They consider me the baby so they’re always criticizing and suffocating until I just wished they’d disappear.” You took a gulp, “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the family and I like that I have a cause but . . . they don’t let me do anything. It’s exhausting,”

   You let out a long breath and smeared the condensation from the glass onto your chest. Rumlow studied you then, not just your body but your reaction. He was watching how you dropped your shoulders at the confession and how you faced your back to them to block them out. 

   You plastered your torso on the countertop and tried to slow your heartrate down. You couldn’t be the only one here unfathomably hot.

   “Why is it so fucking hot?” You questioned, fanning yourself weakly.

   “There are a lot of people around,” Rumlow offered, “how about we go somewhere else? Tony did say you had to change,”

   You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes and meekly groaned in compliance. “Fine,”

   You lifted yourself away from the counter and gently placed your feet on the floor. You’d touched the ground faster than anticipated. Had the ground always been so close?

   “Don’t worry, I gotcha.” Rumlow threw an arm around your waist and helped you trudge towards the elevator.

   Where the hell are you going? Bucky yelled and the sound of shuffling could be heard from his end.

   We can’t let you leave with Rumlow, Y/N. We’re not even sure you’re acting anymore, Sam stated.

   Rumlow pressed the button when you couldn’t muster the strength to do it yourself. The level that your room was on lit up and the doors began closing. You thought you saw Rumlow wave at someone but the mock smile on his face didn’t make it seem like a warm good-bye.

   Your legs had all but given out by the time the elevator reached your shared floor. 

   “Heavy,” you muttered, letting Rumlow carry your weight fully.

   “I know, Sugar. We’re almost there,” he soothed and you conceded to the fatigue wearing you down.

   Your head hung low and your arm dangled uselessly at your side. The familiar sound of your door sliding open caught your attention but you did nothing. You couldn’t. 

   “How . . . know . . . my room?” You questioned, each word causing you to pull from an empty well of energy.

   “I’ve been here before.” Rumlow tossed you onto the bed and sprawled you out.

   “Oh. Ok.” You tried to turn on to your side but strong hands gripped down onto your ankles.

   Rumlow sighed and slipped the heels off your feet, examining the pair like he wanted to wear them. You extended your feet until you felt every muscle in your leg stretch to its capacity and let out a groan of pleasure at the release. Those shoes hurt so bad.

   “You seem . . . intelligent, Y/N.” Rumlow dropped your shoes onto the floor and slithered to the side of your bed, standing beside it with his hands tucked into his pockets.

   A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, “Hot . . .” you croaked and he nodded.

   “You’re right. It is getting kind of hot.” He brought a hand up to his neck and ripped off the tie hanging around it.

   Get the fuck out of my way, a growl erupted in your ear.

   We’re going with you, Buck, Steve responded before knocking something over.

   “So, what I have a hard time understanding is. . . why you’re here?” 

   You groaned a weak ‘huh’ but even that didn’t sound right.

   “You’re good at what you do, you finish every mission successfully and yet you’re underappreciated.” He took a seat at the foot of your bed and placed one of your legs into his lap, “Why do you allow them to treat you like that? We wouldn’t,”

   The shuffling in your earpiece halted.

   “We?” 

   He began to massage your calf and brought your knee up to his lips, peppering light kisses on it. “We could use someone with your skillset, babe. We’d take real good care of you,”

   The shuffling started again.

   Rumlow had made his way onto your thigh at this point and you let out an involuntary moan when he skimmed over a delicate part on your inner knee.

   “Ya like that?” he questioned but didn’t wait for a response. He brought a hand up to his temple and grabbed the earpiece. You figured he just hadn’t taken it out from his earlier shift but when he pulled it apart, you understood why he always kept it on him.

   “Flash . . . drive earpiece?” Your weak tone tilted a little. “W-why tell . . .”

   “I figured I’d give you the option to leave since you seem so . . . suffocated. If you said yes tonight then I would remind you tomorrow. If you didn’t,” he chuckled, “well, you wouldn’t remember anyway.” His hands trailed to your mid-thigh and you squeaked. “I’m impressed though, I’ve never given anyone else as much as I’ve given you tonight. The drug usually works so quickly on others, but not you. It’s kind of hot, actually,”

   Sick fuck, Natasha growled through a ragged breath.

   The world around you was slow or maybe it was you that was slow? You couldn’t tell, honestly. But when Rumlow moved as if he could predict your actions before you could make them, you wondered whether you were moving at all.

   “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon,” Rumlow sighed.

   You shook your head, or thought you did but despite the way your body was live-wired, it remained still against all desire. 

   Fight. Move. 

   You managed to push your legs shut but his hand slithered between and spread them open similar to opening a door, but this required much less force.

   “Kill,” You threatened and the sinister smile that crawled its way onto Rumlow’s face was vile enough to sink your heart into your stomach.

   “Kill is fucking right.” Someone snarled and your door was ripped from its hinges.

   Rumlow’s hand jerked away from your body and Bucky seized his open palm, intertwining their fingers and pushing Rumlow’s so far back that they touched the back of his own hand. The cracks were sickening onto themselves but had you not been so weak you would’ve turned from the sight altogether. You really couldn’t fathom how his fingers were still attached at all.

   “Lay another hand on her and you won’t be able to use it again.” Bucky spit.

   Despite Rumlow’s pain, the sinister smile remained sprawled on his face, “You should’ve heard the noises she made,”

   Bucky’s grip tightened and the bones in his palm broke next, “I did,”

   Natasha flew in right behind Barnes but completely dismissed the two and headed straight for you with a needle in hand. Your eyes shifted from the needle to Nat’s face and back again until she stabbed it into your upper arm. Ouch. 

   “Wha-”

   “Shh,” Natasha hastily hushed, “Keep your strength, you should be back to normal soon,”

   Steve came behind Nat and scooped you up to lead you out of the havoc going on in the room. Nat turned her focus to Bucky and reached over to grab the earpiece from Rumlow. Who knows if his nose will ever heal back normally. You held one finger in the air as Steve stepped over the splintered door.

   “Goddamit, Y/N,” Steve huffed, jogging towards the elevator and pressing the floor that led to the infirmary.

   “We won,” you croaked out, a small smile on your face and Steve shook his head.

   “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” 

   Steve looked you up and down for bruises but couldn’t find any and you promised you weren’t lying to him when you told him Rumlow did not get very far in his ‘advances’ at all. You had to swear the mid-thigh was the worst that it came to. 

   Bruce was the one that took a few blood samples and made sure everything was reversing back to normal. Apparently, as soon as Rumlow took you to the bar Tony handed Banner the shot glass that Rumlow gave you and Banner ran analysis on it. The cure was pretty easy to find.

   After being given strict orders to lie down for the next hour or so, it had been decided that Rumlow was to be turned in considering all the evidence required to make the arrest was in the flashdrive and everyone was to gather together for a ‘family night’. Whatever the hell that meant.

   You were in the middle of debating which movie to pick with Steve when the infirmary doors flew open.

   “Where is she?” Bucky nearly shouted upon seeing Bruce.

   “That’s my cue.” Steve stood up just as Bucky rounded the corner, “If you need anything me and Banner will be right over there,”

   You smiled and thanked him then turned your attention to the super-soldier who just arrived at the foot of your bed.

   He didn’t say anything for a while, just looked at you. No, not really. Not at you but through you. A few painstakingly slow seconds went by that way.

   “You owe me a new door,” you joked, a half-smile on your face.

   “Are you okay?” He asked, finally registering your presence.

   You nodded slowly, “I am,”

   Then a few more seconds.

   Bucky turned his gaze down to his hands, both of them barren and on display for the world to see, before shifting his weight between either foot, “Did he- did he touch you?”

   “Not really. Just really liked my legs for some reason,” your attempt at another quip didn’t reach Bucky. He stared back up at you waiting for an answer, an honest one. You sighed, “The damage is more mental,” you admitted, now you were the one not able to look up, “I didn’t like being in this altered state of mind. It’s invasive and . . . scary. He could’ve done things, much worse things but it never got that far or that bad. It was more realizing that I wasn’t completely conscious or present and having that state of mind be taken advantage of, that mostly frightened me. Ya know?”

   “More than anyone,” he answered immediately.

   You looked back up towards him, finally making eye contact, “But I’m fine now, really. Just a little spooked. Steve wants to do a movie night tonight and I would actually prefer that over being alone.” Your eyes fixated on the way his hands clenched and unclenched on the bar by your feet, “If I’m alone then I’ll get stuck in my head about it. Besides, I consider this a hard victory with a few bumps in the road,” 

   He chuckled, lulling his head a bit, “You’re too stubborn for your own good,”

   You shrugged, “Maybe. How’s Rumlow?”

   Bucky hissed and moved over to the side of the bed where he took a seat, “He’s unconscious. And has a hand that he’ll never be able to use again. But other than that, he’s fine,”

   You chuckled and Bucky watched how the laugh met your eyes. He liked that look on you. It was one of his favorites.

   “Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned once it fell silent between you two again.

   “You called me Bucky earlier,” he remembered.

   You scoffed, “I call you Bucky all the time,”

   “Not to my face,”

   “Not to your face,” you agreed, a teasing smile dancing on your lips and Bucky had one that mirrored yours. 

   “It was nice. Hearing it, I mean,” he admitted and a wave of warmth made its way to your face.

   “I see your hands are exposed,”

   He looked down as though he weren’t aware that he’d taken off his own gloves, “These bad boys? A friend of mine reminded me that I’m not my past. I’m my present. Why hide my growth?”

   You twiddled your thumbs together, “She sounds smart,”

   Now he scoffed, “Oh, it wasn’t a girl, it was some old buddy of mine.” He quirked up a brow, “Unless the person being a girl would make you jealous because in that case it was most definitely a girl,”

   You fought against the natural tug at the corners of your mouth, “Is she at least pretty?”

   “Stunning,” 

   “Smart?”

   “Genius,”

   “Good at her job?”

   “Amongst the best,”

   “Then consider me jealous, Barnes,”

   Bucky chuckled and you watched how the laugh met his eyes. You liked that look on him. It was one of your favorites.

[galexpeterson]

At this moment, as she was throughout their life together, Sarah was his anchor. Holding onto her hands, feeling himself weighted to the ground, though feeling like his head was in the clouds. The urge to embrace her, even kiss her, was great. Anything to ease the nervous tension in his arms and his chest. At the mention of their names, Gale shot Sarah a wink and then, an encouraging smile when she was told to begin with her vows and he felt a pang of excitement burst in his centre, spreading throughout his limbs. He gave her a comforting squeeze, mouthing 'it's just us' to her, hoping it would calm her nerves.

He listened, a smile seemingly never leaving his lips. He nodded, wholefully agreeing with the fact that everything had changed the day they met in the bookstore. Because it had. Her vows were perfect, enough to bring the tears to his eyes, taking a deep breath when she was done in an attempt to bring the emotions down, prevent his voice from cracking when the pastor told him that it was his turn to say his vows. "Sarah." He began, a smile once more creasing his cheeks. "Meeting you was one of the best days in my life. I could say that it was fate that brought us together that day, but you and I both know that it was the unexpected shenanigans of a young boy, happening to find one of the people that spoke his language in a crowded book store. It was the start of our forever, a forever filled with laughter, with love, with more books than clothes that you brought into our home. I have never known more happiness than with the three of us, and I know I never want to live without it again." He paused, taking a breath and let go of her hands, starting to sign along with his next words. "I know in my heart without a doubt, even if I can never find the words to say, that you are the one I am crazy about; you are the one I fall for every day. When everything doesn't feel right, I look at you. My sun, my moon, the morning light, my happiness when all is blue. With you I feel safe, and every day you make my heart race. You are my home, my friend. My saving grace. I vow to always put us first. To carry the weight when you can't give a hundred percent. I vow to be by your side when things get rough. I vow to hold your hand when you feel like giving up. I vow to never go to bed angry, and start every morning with a kiss. I vow to always share in laughter, and to dance crazy on every Sunday until the day I die. To you, Klaus and our future children, I vow to always be at my best, and give not only what you need, but also what you deserve. I love you."

As the guests settled again, Sarah felt excitement bubble in her stomach. She never let go of Gale's hand, squeezing it tightly in hers. She was worried she would be too exhausted to enjoy the day, or she would be too unwell to go through with it, but for the first time in a long time, she felt good. She felt like a normal bride on their normal wedding day - everything she had ever wanted.

The pastor shot them both a warm smile, their love for each other evident to even the strangers in the room. "Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to celebrate the love between Sarah Sofía Ruíz and Gale Cornelius Nolan Peterson and unite them in marriage. I believe the couple has prepared some vows, if Sarah would like to begin with her vows."

Sarah took a deep breath, the nerves again beginning to make themselves known. Public speaking was one of her biggest fears, especially when she was going to speak from the heart. Still, it was for Gale, and she knew she had to push through it for him. She looked into his eyes, once again trying her best to forget about the people sitting in front of her. They didn't matter; only Gale did. "When I was growing up, I felt like romance and love was something that only existed int he books I read. I never saw it around me, so it seemed like a fantasy that I was fine to live without. As I got older, I thought people only existed to hurt me and hinder me, with the exception of my gorgeous sisters. Again, I thought I could live without them. All of that changed the day I met you in the bookstore. From the first smile, the first conversation, the first look, I finally understood exactly what the writers were talking about. You, in all your ways, became my fantasy. We've had our fair share of ups and downs; some, it seemed, irreversibly so. Just like the fiction, we were made to fall back into each other. I truly believe that I was made for loving you, and I can't wait to see where our journey will take us. I vow to always put you first, to be your rock when things get tough. I vow to hold your hand when you feel alone in the world. I vow to love you as much as I loved you on that very first day. I vow to keep our family laughing at the silly things, even when we don't feel like laughing at all. I vow to raise our son and our future children to always feel loved and cherished. I vow to love you always."

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I Have Found You

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Prompt - I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.

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You and Aaron had had a long week at work, each on separate cases but both equally as drained as the other. Your job saw you travelling to and from New York each day, working for one of the states best law firms, it was hard working your way up but you did it and now you were dealing with high profile cases day in and day out.

This case was particularly gruelling but it was finally finished and you had won. It was a small victory for the family but it was a victory nonetheless.

Aaron was working on his own case, he had been in Las Vegas for the past four days dealing with a serial killer who was targeting families. The unsub was organised, too organised, and more families were killed before they finally caught a break. From there it had been a matter of hours before they caught the man and the team was back on the jet.

Aaron finished up on the phone before dropping down into his seat beside Rossi who raised an eyebrow at him.

“Short of an emergency we all have Friday and Monday off, I don’t want to see any of you for four days.” Aaron announced to the jet, smiling as it was filled with cheers and laughter.

“So, big plans?” Rossi asked, smirking at Aaron who just rolled his eyes.

“I plan on doing absolutely nothing.” Aaron replied with a smile, already thinking of how great it would be to spend a long weekend with you and Jack, it had been far too long. He had already spoken to you and upon hearing the good news of your case asked if you could get two days off and thanked god that you could.

“I hear you, man.” Derek spoke up from opposite Rossi. “Four whole days of nothing but me and my girl.”

“What about you, kid?” Rossi asked, looking at Spencer who sat opposite Aaron.

“There’s a film festival I really wanted to go to actually, it's showing a bunch of different films in their original language.” Spencer told him and the grin on his face was enough to stop any teasing.

“Have a good time, pretty boy.” Derek smiled back, ruffling the younger man's hair causing him to pout.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the scene but as much as he loved this family, he couldn’t wait to get back home to you and Jack.

-

“How hard can cupcakes be, right?” You asked Jack, who stood on a chair in front of the counter. The two of you were staring at the ingredients that were spread out, not knowing where to start. When you suggested Jack make something for Aaron you were thinking more along the lines of a picture but when the kid suggested cupcakes well…you really wanted cupcakes.

“Right.” Jack agreed, grinning up at you.

Turns out it was harder to make cupcakes than either of you thought.

Aaron walked into the house, smiling immediately as he heard Jack giggling madly. He was quick to follow the noise but stopped abruptly as he stared into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Jack yelled, quickly scrambling off the chair and throwing himself at Aaron who caught him and lifted him with ease despite the cupcake mixture that stuck to his clothes, face and hair.

“Hey buddy,” He grinned, turning his attention to you. There you stood, cupcake mix splatter on your face, in your hair and on your shirt. You looked dejected as you held an electric mixer, clearly the culprit of the cupcake explosion. “It looks like you and Y/N are having fun.” He said with a laugh, watching how you pouted up at him.

“We were gonna make cupcakes for you, daddy, but Y/N put it on too high.” Jack informed Aaron, giggling madly as he did.

“I didn’t know!” You defended, there was a reason you weren’t trusted in the kitchen.

Aaron’s smile grew and he couldn’t wait any longer to move closer to you, the hand that didn’t hold Jack caressed your cheek and he brought you in for a soft kiss. It didn’t last long, how could it with Jack laughing and making kissing noises, but the two of you pulled away with matching, love struck smiles before you and Jack began laughing together at the cupcake batter that was now perched on Aaron’s nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile.

“Alright, alright,” he said, gaining both of your attention, “how about you two get cleaned up and we can all go out for dinner and then get some cupcakes, hm? That sound good?” He asked Jack who nodded with a grin and squirmed for Aaron to put him down. Once he did, Jack shot off to his bedroom and Aaron turned his attention to you.

“You can’t of thought that was a good idea.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning in to steal another kiss.

“The kid said cupcakes, who was I to say no?” You responded when he pulled away, giggling as he trailed kisses to your jaw and then peppered them down your neck.

Your eyes closed as you tilted your head back, giving the man more access and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled away. The whine quickly turned into a laugh as he leaned closer and licked a blob of batter that had stuck to your neck.

“Go clean up, baby.” He said before kissing your head and untangling himself from you.

You and Jack were quick to clean yourselves up and soon you were all out the door and heading to a restaurant that you often frequented when you had Jack.

-

It felt like forever since you had been out with the Hotchner boys and you enjoyed every minute of it, no annoying work calls pulling one of you away, no looming threat of Aaron being called to a different state. No, just you, Aaron and Jack going out together, eating good food, catching up with each other properly.

It was wonderful.

“Cupcakes now daddy?” Jack asked as the waitress cleared the plates.

“Yeah, cupcakes now daddy?” You echoed with a smirk watching as Aaron playfully glared at you.

“Sure thing buddy,” He said to Jack, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. “Pick which one you want.”

Aaron couldn’t tell you who smiled wider when dessert was brought out, you or Jack. Both of you tucked in with the same hunger and he just smiled at the scene.

When you and Aaron had first met, it was to do with a case he was working on. He never expected it to blossom into this. The friendship was unexpected but not unwelcome and then before either of you had realised it you had developed feelings for one another.

You were quite a bit younger than him and he was hesitant to bring the feelings up, not understanding what you could possibly see in an older, divorced, single father.

That was the other issue, sure you knew about Jack but there was a difference between knowing about him and wanting to be a part of his life and as much as Aaron had liked you he knew he couldn’t bring somebody into his life who couldn’t accept Jack.

So the pining went on for months as Aaron made the decision for you that you didn’t want to be burdened with a child that wasn’t yours. And when you finally pulled Aaron’s head out of his arse and made him talk about the feelings between you, you could have slapped him silly.

Sure kids weren’t exactly your forte but you’d at least have liked the chance to decide that. From there Aaron had introduced you to Jack after the two of you went on a few dates. The two of you decided the best place would be out in public, a little less daunting and that’s how you ended up at the zoo.

Jack had warmed up to you rather quickly and you surprised yourself with how good you were with him. Eventually it was Jack asking if you could have a sleepover at their house rather than Aaron trying to explain that you might be there in the morning sometimes.

Aaron was so glad you had talked him out of his own head way back when, and as he watched you with Jack, he knew, not that there was any doubt, that he’d made the right choice.

-

“Can we watch a movie?” Jack asked as the three of you entered the house.

“Buddy, it’s nearly bedtime.” Aaron reminded him as he took your coat from you before taking his own off.

“Please daddy,” Jack pleaded, turning on the puppy dog eyes, “I’ll brush my teeth and put my pyjamas on.”

He looked at you but you were looking down at Jack with a soft smile and he couldn’t say no if he wanted to.

“Deal, teeth and pyjamas, we’ll meet back here in five.” Aaron said and grinned as Jack took off running.

“C’mere baby,” He mumbled as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” You confessed into his chest before titling your head up. Aaron was quick to turn his head, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled away he didn’t go far, resting his head on your forehead.

“Can’t wait to have you all to myself these next few days.” He told you quietly, fingers brushing against your waist.

“Me neither, it’s going to be heaven.” You replied, matching both his tone and the smile on his face.

“Daddy,” Jack’s voice pulled you away from each other and you turned to see the kid grinning up at Aaron showing his freshly brushed teeth and proudly wearing his Captain America pyjamas. “You and Y/N/N need your pyjamas too.”

“Of course we do!” You exclaimed, taking Aaron’s hand in yours and pulling him towards the bedroom with instructions for Jack to put a movie on.

“Really can’t wait to have you all to myself.” Aaron said again as he watched you pull your shirt over your head.

“Down boy.” You laughed, throwing the shirt at him.

Watching you undress made Aaron long to touch you but seeing you dressed in his clothes, sweatpants that were way too big for you and a college shirt that drooped off your shoulders was somehow infinitely sweeter.

“I love you.” He told you, pulling you close to place a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too.” You smiled before turning around and kissing him. “Get changed.” You ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” Aaron laughed but did as you said.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he held his family in his arms. Jack was half in your lap and half in Aarons and you were sat flushed against him, head resting on his shoulder and your hand holding Jack’s leg.

The movie was still playing but Jack was fast asleep against his chest and you were pretty close to following. Despite that though, Aaron couldn’t bring himself to move and send you both to bed. Instead he tightened his grip on both of you, smiling as you cuddled further into him.

This, this was all he needed, you and Jack by his side. His little family, both of whom had been through so much. All he wanted to do was protect both of you and he would, god would he do anything to protect the pair of you.

You were one of the best things that had happened to him, he had known it since the day he had met you and he had known it two weeks ago when the team finished a case in California and he walked into the jewellers to buy the ring and he knew it now, looking down at you holding onto him and Jack.

He knew you were the best thing to happen to him in a really long time and he would forever be thankful that he had found you.