#like how you know you're turning onto your street after a long car ride as a kid even though your eyes are closed

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

hit 10k in changing states btw <3

[celabi]

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 / 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

5k words pwsp, face riding/sitting, pussy eating, subby/bottom sae. errr basically he’s down bad for ur kitty and is obsessed w/you.

sae itoshi isn't the type to do grand gestures. he doesn't believe in clichés or over the top romance. but today, he walks with you in silence, hands in his pockets, that same bored expression on his face, though his steps are slower, like he's trying to match your lazy pace.

you don't question it when he pulls open the door to a sleek, minimalistic jewelry store. the kind with glass cases, soft lighting, and prices no one talks about out loud.

"what are we doing here?" you ask, glancing around.

"looking." he says, short and vague, like always. but you can see the way his eyes dart across the displays, landing on one case in particular.

he doesn't ask for help. just walks straight over and stares down at a ring. simple. gold. nothing flashy. just elegant enough to catch the light. and when you peer over his shoulder from behind, curiosity bubbled in your chest. "for your mom or something?"

he doesn't answer. instead, he nods curtly towards the attendant, and just says, "that one."

the woman behind the counter lifts it carefully and asks if he would like to have it gift wrapped, but all he does is casts you a quick side glance, his expression unreadable.

"no," he says. "she'll be wearing it out."

your head snaps up as you blink. "what?"

sae finally turns to look at you, and that's when you see that flicker of something behind those icey blue eyes of his. something unspoken. he takes the ring before gently reaching out for your hand. his touch is soft as he lightly traces your knuckles.

"just wear it," he mutters, sliding it onto your ring finger. "you don't have to say anything."

it fits perfectly, and you really don't know what to say as you trail behind him when he approaches the register, the soft click of his shoes echoing through the otherwise quiet boutique. he pulls out his black card like it's nothing, like it doesn't scream power and wealth and a life far removed from the normal lifestyle.

the cashier takes it with two inviting hands, overly polite, overly cautious. she also flutters her long eyelashes and bites her plump lip, but you don't care enough to comment on her overly flirtatious attitude, and neither does he. you say nothing, instead just standing there, staring at the expensive ring now on your finger.

he doesn't look at you while he signs the receipt, he just accepts the small bag she hands him with the box inside, the one the ring would've come in, then tosses it to you without looking.

"keep it." he says, and you catch it clumsily, the bag crinkling in your hand.

outside, he doesn't wait. just walks ahead with that slow, bored saunter of his, like he didn't just do something incredibly intimate in the most casual way possible.

"you always this quiet after buying a girl a ¥300,000 ring?" you ask, jogging to catch up.

he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. "don't need to buy anyone anything."

"so why me?"

he shrugs. "because you're mine."

you go quiet, hating how your heart beats faster in your chest. stupid sae...

"you gonna run now?" he asks, voice low.

you look down at the ring. turn it once, then twice, examining the shine of the jewel.

"...no." you reply after a small pause.

he doesn't smile out right, but you catch the twitch of his lip. just the barest hint, and for someone like sae, that's practically a confession in itself.

the walk back to his car is quiet, but it's not all that uncomfortable. his fingers brush yours a few times, like he's debating whether or not to hold your hand. he doesn't though. typical sae. always wanting, never asking.

you sit in the passenger seat of his sleek, black mercedes benz, the city lights sliding over his delicate face like soft curtains as he navigates through the streets. you catch him glancing at you a few times as he drives, nothing too obvious, just that subtle, sidelong look he thinks you won't notice.

you finally decide to speak up after some awkward silence when he pulls into the parking lot of his apartment, "you didn't even ask if i liked it."

he drums his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes on the gate as it's slowly being opened by the security. "didn't need to."

"what if i didn't?"

"you did... you do."

you scoff under your breath, but you don't take the ring off. you haven't stopped turning it on your finger since he put it there. when he pulls into the parking garage under his building, neither of you move for a second. the car engine ticks as it cools down, the quietness becomes heavy between you.

"so," you say, voice light. "what now? am i supposed to move in or something? cook you dinner, massage your shoulders?"

he looks at you, almost like he's trying to see something beneath your skin.

"...preferably, but you can do whatever you want," he says, leaning back in his seat. "except taking the ring off."

"is that a rule?"

"it's a warning."

you raise a brow. "so you're threatening me now?"

"no." his voice drops a little. "just... don't want to lose you."

the walk through the garage is quick, and the elevator ride feels like a blur, the soft hum of the machinery barely audible between the tension thickening the air. sae stands just a bit too close, his shoulder grazing yours as he presses the button for the floor. he doesn't need to say anything, but you can feel his eyes on you. it's like he's measuring you, trying to see if you'll pull away or stay in his space.

when the elevator dings, the doors open to reveal his apartment, and it's exactly what you expect, luxurious, pristine, almost unnervingly perfect. the marble floors gleam under the soft lighting, casting a glow that makes the place look like something out of a movie. everything is so clean, so meticulously placed.

even the air smells expensive, it's almost intoxicating, a sharp contrast to your own home scent which is filled with laundry detergent and fresh food, but it's not entirely unwelcoming. it just feels like the kind of space where you're meant to be admired.

he holds the door open for you, just a small gesture, but there's an undeniable possessiveness in it. like he's claiming the space and now he's claiming you too. you step inside, taking in the layout with a curious gaze.

everything is in its place. the living room is sleek, with low leather sofas and a wall of glass that overlooks the city below. a few paintings hang in carefully chosen spots, but none of them draw your attention as much as the emptiness of the room. he's a minimalist. or maybe just hasn't had the time to go furniture shopping after returning from spin.

sae closes and locks the door behind him, stepping into the apartment like it's nothing new, but you can see the way his body tenses. it's almost like he's waiting for your approval, waiting to see what you think of his space.

"make yourself at home." he says, it sounding more like a command than an offer.

you nod, taking a seat on the couch, not exactly sure what to do with yourself in this perfectly curated world of his. you trace the edge of the coffee table, running your fingers over the smooth surface. everything about this place screams power and control, but you don't feel like you belong here. not yet, anyway.

sae, however, doesn't sit down. he stands a few feet away, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on you.

"you like it?" he asks, voice soft but serious, like he needs the validation from you.

"it's nice," you say casually, glancing around. "a little... sterile."

he chuckles under his breath, walking over to the bar and grabbing himself a drink. sae was more accustomed to pouring himself a glass of whiskey than to catering to the needs of guests. "i... don't like clutter."

you watch him move and the easy confidence with which he handles himself. but there's a tension in the way he stands. like there's something he's trying to keep under control, something he's not showing you just yet.

"you don't like a lot of things." you sigh, trying to break the ice, even if it's just a little.

he looks at you over his shoulder, a faint smile curling on his lips. "you'd be surprised."

for a moment, you almost want to ask what exactly he's trying to hide, what's underneath all the wealth, the luxury, the polished exterior. but instead, you just lean back against the couch and let the silence settle between you. something tells you that he'll show you eventually.

he moves over and sits beside on you couch like he doesn't know what to do with himself, elbows on his knees, leaning slightly forward, eyes flickering toward you every few seconds before darting away again. for once, itoshi sae doesn't look like the calculated prodigy everyone sees on the field. he looks... awkward, and... lame.

his fingers brush against your side, ghosting over the hem of your shirt. not enough to grab, just enough for you to feel the contact. and he keeps doing it, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go before you pull away. he's not cocky now. not smug. he's quiet. careful. and when his knuckles bump against your hip, he finally wraps his fingers around the fabric, not tightly, but like he needs something to hold onto.

you glance at him, and his eyes meet yours for a split second before he looks away again, jaw tense. he's trying so hard to keep his cool, but his foot is bouncing ever so slightly against the floor, and his grip on your shirt tightens the longer the silence stretches.

"you're weird tonight." you murmur.

he exhales a soft laugh, barely a breath. "you're in my house."

"so?"

"you've never been here before." his voice is low, almost like it's something he's been thinking about all night. "it feels different."

you raise an eyebrow. "different how?"

he shrugs, still playing with the hem of your shirt. "don't know. just... like you belong here."

you blink, thrown off by the way he said it. so quietly. so honestly, and now he's looking at you again. eyes sharp but unsure, like he wants to say something else but doesn't know how.

you shift a little closer, and he doesn't move away. his hand slides up your waist, like he's waiting for you to stop him. but you don't, so he keeps going, hand resting just at the curve of your side. he's watching your face for a reaction, lips parted like he's about to say something, then decides against it.

"you can do more than just play with my shirt, y'know." you whisper.

his ears go a little red. and then finally, his expression shifts. that familiar spark returns, just a flicker of confidence in his eyes. his hand tightens, and he pulls you a little closer, his voice low and rough.

"don't say that unless you mean it."

he leans in slightly, his breath brushing against your cheek, and for a moment, you think he might pull away again. but he doesn't. his hand slides up your side, fingertips grazing the edge of your shirt before he hesitates, just for a second. the uncertainty is still there, but there's a heat building between you two, like everything he's been holding back is finally getting too much to contain.

you're so close and the tension is almost unbearable. his lips part as if he's about to speak, but the words die in his throat when you move closer, just enough to close the gap. sae's gaze darkens, pupils widening as his breath hitches, the moment stretching like it's going to break any second.

then, before either of you can think twice, he's kissing you. it's rough at first, his hand moving quickly to your neck, pulling you into him like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. his lips are warm and hungry, and it's all a little messy, but it's real. there's a desperation to it, a need you haven't seen much of from him before.

you respond, your own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under your fingertips. sae's body presses into yours, as if there's no space between you left to breathe. he deepens the kiss, his fingers griping the back of your neck, tugging you closer as though he can't get enough of you. you feel him shiver against you, like he's struggling to keep his composure, like he wants to be in control, but you're slowly taking that power from him, and he's completely fine with it.

his kiss becomes softer for a moment, more tender, as if he's realizing that this is actually happening. that he's not just imagining it. he pulls away just enough to look at you, his chest rising and falling with every breath, eyes dark with desire but also... something else. something deeper.

"fuck," he mutters, almost to himself. "you drive me fucking insane."

you hum softly, fingers brushing against the side of his sharp jaw. "mm? kind of embarrassing, honestly..."

he chuckles, that small, familiar arrogance returning to his face, but there's still a hint of vulnerability. "can't help it when it's you."

you're both breathless now, but for the first time in a long time, you don't need to say anything. the silence between you speaks volumes. and in that moment, you realize that whatever this is, whatever he is, it's not just about playing soccer together anymore.

sae breathed softly as he felt your body nestle against his own, your frame fitting perfectly into the hard planes of his lap. he could feel the soft swell of your breasts pressed against his firm chest, and the warmth of your breath mingling with his own as you gazed down at him through your pretty lashes

"god... you're so fucking beautiful..." he murmured, his voice a low whisper. sae couldn't take his eyes off you, his teal gaze drinking in every detail of your face, the arch of your eyebrows, those glossy lips that parted slightly as if inviting him to kiss.

he knew he should slow down, should give you time to adjust to his devotion, but the feel of your body so close to his own was intoxicating, and he found himself powerless to resist the pull he had towards you.

slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in closer, his breath mixing with yours as he hovered just an inch away from your lips. "tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "tell me you don't want this, and I will." he searched your eyes, his own gaze intense and demanding. "but if you don't..."

"...if i don't?"

he felt a thrill run through him at your breathless whisper, the way your lips parted slightly as if in anticipation of what he has to offer.

"if you don't..." he murmurs, his voice a low and seductive rumble. "then i'm going to bend you over this couch and—" he sucks in a breath.

instead of finishing, his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing you closer against him. you could feel the hard, muscular tone of his body, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of his shirt. his other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip in a soft caress.

"just... tell me you want it too," sae breathes, his eyes searching yours. "tell me you crave me much as I crave you." he was so close now, his lips a mere whisper away from your own. "let me worship you as you deserve to be worshipped."

with that, he closed the remaining distance between you, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of pent up longing and desire, of a hunger that could only be tamed by the taste of your lips. his kiss was demanding and insistent, his tongue delving into the warm cavern of your mouth to claim you fully as his own.

"ah.. s-sae..."

he groaned softly against your mouth as he heard you breathe out his name, the sound sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to his pants. his hand slid from your spine to hold the back of your head and deepen the kiss. he licked into your mouth, his tongue stroking along yours that left you both breathless and aching.

his other hand slid down to the hem of your top, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to caress the bare skin of your lower back. he could feel the heat of your body radiating against his own, and it made his fucking head spin.

he pulled back slightly, his chest heaving as he gazed up at you with eyes dark and heavy lidded. "get up. now," he growled, his voice rough with need. without waiting for a response, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you towards the hallway that led to what you assume to be his bedroom.

the room was dark, the only light coming from the glowing madrid night skyline visible through the floor to ceiling windows. sae kicked the door shut behind him before carrying you to the large, king sized bed that dominated the entire space. too big for one person.

he set you down gently on the soft mattress, his body covering yours as he settled between your parted thighs. sae hovered over you, his eyes blazing with intensity as he gazed down at your face.

"[name]..." he breathed, his voice a low murmur. his hand slid up your side, his fingers skimming over the curves of your breast before cupping the soft mounds in his large, calloused palm. he could feel your nipple hardening beneath the thin fabric of your top, and it made his crotch tighten in his jeans.

"tell me what you want," he urged softly, his thumb brushing over the peak of your breast. "tell me how to please you, and I will."

"..." you swallow, idly tracing his knuckles with your fingers. "anything you want, sae."

a small, shuddering breath fell from his parted lips at at your quiet murmur, a glint of pure satisfaction in his eyes. "fuck yes..." he pretty much sobbed, and without warning, lunged forward and captured your lips in another kiss. his mouth moved demandingly over yours, his tongue delving deep past your teeth.

his hands slid down to the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head in one impatient motion. he tossed it carelessly to the floor, his gaze drinking in the sight of your newly exposed skin with a hunger that made your heart pound.

"fuck... you're so perfect." he breathed, his large hands cupping the soft swells of your breasts. he tested their weight, squeezing gently as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses along the smooth flesh. his tongue flicked out to circle your stiffening nipple, teasing the sensitive peak until it strained towards his touch.

his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling greedily as his hand slid down the plane of your stomach. his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your pants, teasing along the edge of your panties.

he could feel the heat radiating from you, could sense the dampness that had begun to gather at the juncture of your thighs. it made his cock throb in his boxers, his own arousal growing more unbearable by the second.

"fuck, sweetheart, i—" he groaned against your breast, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "i wanna taste you... please..."

his fingers pushed your panties aside, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive nub, and at the same time, he nipped and sucked at your nipple. so hard it almost made you want to tell him that you couldn't produce milk. lmao

sae's fingers slid lower, brushing against your slit before, without any warning, shoved one deep inside your tight heat, and groaned at the feel of you. so hot and ready for him as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt relentlessly.

your thighs clench around his hand, dropping your head back a small mewl falls from your lips. it... hurts. sae isn't go slow in the slightest, with his knuckles grinding against your clit with each fast thrust of his fingers. thankfully, he's not wearing those rings that he likes to send you photos of on his veiny hands.

"...want to sit on my face?"

your eyes flutter open after having them screwn shut as his fingers stretch open your insides. "h-huh?"

he let out a choked shudder, those gorgeous eyes of his almost glossy. "ride my face. please... i want it so bad— need it."

"..." you swallow, gripping the sheets under your shaking hands. "...yeah? i can?"

his head snapped up at your hesitant question, eyes glistening. "yes," he coos, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. "god, yes, you can."

he urged you up his body, his hands gripping your hips as he lies back against the pillows and guided you to straddle his face, the feel of your crotch hovering so close to his mouth making his head spin, making his dizzy.

"you're going to sit on my face," he shuddered, his breath hot against your folds. "and... and you're gonna ride my tongue until you're all i taste for the next week... please."

sae's hand slid to your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he spread your legs wider apart, baring you completely to his eyes. he could see the glistening evidence of your arousal, and the way your juices had begun to coat the skin on your inner thighs. "goddd... so fucking wet," he breathed, his voice just a low whisper. "so ready for me, aren't you, baby?"

his fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, a low groan of frustration escaping his lips as he struggled to free himself from the confining denim. his erection was borderline painful, and his aching cock was straining against the zipper and demanding to be released. to be touched. "oh... fuck sake—"

after a small, one sided tussle that he almost lost, he finally manages to yank the button open, freeing his straining hard on from his too tight pants. he shimmies his hips, and with the help of the mattress, is able shove his jeans the rest of the way down his thighs. instantly, his hand is cupping the thick bulge of his cock, squeezing his length through the thin and damp fabric of his calvin klein boxers.

"sit down." he pants, gazing up at you over your pelvis through his glittering lashes, "sit like a chair... don't— don't ask if i can breathe. just sit down."

his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, urging you down, down, until the first swipe of his tongue parted your glistening folds and he groaned long and low against your core.

"fuck, mm— you taste—" he sobs, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your sensitive insides. "i could eat this pretty cunt for, mmfph— h-hours..."

he sealed his mouth over your clit and suckled hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the bundle of nerves. at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside your walls, fucking you with the slick appendage as he drank down your juices like a man who had been denied water for months.

sae's free, trembling hand slid around to grip the globe of your ass, urging you to grind harder against his mouth. he could feel your thighs trembling against his face, could hear the breathless little moans and cries that spilled from your lips as his tongue fucked you relentlessly.

he couldn't hold back the guttural moan that tore from his throat when he slipped past the waistline of his underwear and finally freed his aching cock from the pocket of his boxers. the thick and twitching shaft sprang out, slapping against his abdomen and leaving a small smear of pre cum on his skin.

sae groaned around your clit as he felt your body start to tremble above him, your muscles tensing and fluttering. he could sense the way your hips began to undulate, grinding your dripping core against his mouth and nose as if seeking more of his touch.

"mhm— that's it, baby," he squeezes his eyes closed tight, tears pooling on his lash line. "so fffucking good f'me..."

his fingers dug into the cheek of your ass, kneading the muscle as he pulled you harder against his face like he wanted to consume you, to devour you whole, to make you his in every way that was humanly possible.

at the same time, he could feel his own release building, his cock throbbing hard and hot in his grip as he stroked himself in time with the frenzied movements of his tongue. so close, so fucking close, and he knew you were too.

the way your walls began to flutter around his invading muscle, the way he could taste the first gush of your arousal as it flooded his mouth. he whimpered pathetically, his hips bucking up into nothing as his hand erratically pumped up and down his red and angry cock.

"gmmm... gonna cum—" despite his words being muffled by your sex, you hear the pure and animalistic tone in his words. you reach down between your quivering thighs and tangle your fingers in his sweaty hair, tugging on the burgundy strands slightly.

he sobs, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at you hazily through his begging eyes. "p-please, fill up my mouth—" he pleads, nails digging into your skin hard enough to indent some moon shaped crescents into your flesh.

you grip the headboard and stare down at him over the slope of your breasts, biting the inside of your cheek as he begs pathetically for you to orgasm. this... this is japan's prodigy? this boy, humping the air and fucking his hand as he goes to town on the city between your legs? this boy?

"s-sae..." you murmur, slightly embarrassed by the small tremor in your tone. you swallow, lifting your hips off his face slightly. and he looks like he's about to cry as his mouth is forcefully unlatched from your pussy, but he doesn't get the chance to when you wordlessly drop back down and grind your folds against his mouth and nose.

that's all it takes.

a raw and somewhat pitiful sound raptures from his scratchy throat, and with a few more pumps from his hand, sae is cumming. hard.

"fuck— oh fuckkkk—!"

his entire body was coiled tight, every muscle drawing up as he teetered on the rope of ecstasy, he cried out, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm overtook him. thick ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head of his cock, splattering his chest and abdomen as he rutted his hips against his own hand. some of it even manages to squirt against your back.

tears finally begin to leak from his eyes, gliding down his pale, flawless cheeks and staining the silk pillow underneath his head. his chest heaves under you, his mouth still latched onto your clit.

you stare down at him, eyes slightly narrowing at the sight of his limp and pliant body. "um, e-excuse me...?"

he hums at your quiet words, eyes flickering up, now only lazily flicking his tongue against your salvia coated folds. his hand is still gripping your ass, but much less harshly than before. his fingers are lightly caressing the marks he had given you. "mm, baby? so good, thank you..."

you shake your head, tugging his hair and emitting a small groan from his lips. "w-what...? what'd i do..?" he whispers, only barely audible from under you.

"...it's not what you did..." you scoff. "it's what you didn't do."

there's visible confusion in his hazy eyes, and he lightly taps your hip in a silent question.

"...you haven't made me cum yet."

he blinks. a deeper red hue spreading over his already flushed face. "f— oh..." he gulps, eyes flickering down to your cunt resting on his chin, then back up to your expecting look.

he nods. "y-you're right... m' sorry." he murmurs, releasing his cock, which thuds against his abdomen, still red and leaking, so he can place both hands on your ass. he squeezes the flesh in his palms, kneading it under his calloused fingers.

"sorry, baby..." he repeats, tilting his chin up and pressing his nose back against your dripping core.

"let me... let me fix that."

[kiwi-backup]

Backseat

Pairing: (modern, bad-boy) Ryomen Sukuna x reader

Warnings: mdni, step-brother Sukuna, tipsy reader, oral, penetration, no protection, fem reader.

wc: 3.7k

Am I using the 'I'm stuck step-bro' trope? Yes...absolutely...

a/n: my ask box is open if you have any jjk requests! <3

Ryomen sighs and puffs on his cigarette while waiting for you to emerge from the club.

Standing on that street, leaning against the black car he'd rather trade for his motorcycle (but your mom insisted he pick you up in it instead, to his dismay) is the last place he wants to be.

He's not exactly 'big brother' material, nor did he feel like one anyway. His dad and your mom somehow met after two messy divorces, decided they were the ones for each other, packed their lives up, and forced the two of you to become siblings—step-siblings.

That differentiation is critically important to him, especially during times like these while watching you waltz out of the club wearing a dress that's sickeningly short, visibly buzzed while you say goodnight to your girlfriends.

Jesus Christ...could you have picked anything shorter?

He shakes his head and pulls in a long drag of his cigarette before dropping it in the gutter and wedging it into the concrete with his boot. The vapor seeps from his lips while his eyes subtly run down and then back up the length of you.

Fuck.

Riding on the high of having a good night out with friends, you grin while approaching the car.

"Surprised you actually showed up to get me..."

He can already feel the restraint slipping in the back of his mind at the sound of your voice...at the vague tease in your words. Usually you're more reserved around him, but thanks to whatever you drank, you seem a lot more open. A lot braver.

Ryomen scoffs as he watches you pull the car door open, giggling while you slide into the passenger seat. "What, you thought I wouldn't come get you?"

"Shouldn't I be surprised? Normally you'd tell me to fuck off or something."

Despite himself, a faint smirk pulls on his lips, well aware of the truth in your words. He closes his door, puts his seatbelt on, and starts the car. "Yeah, well...I'm not a complete jackass. Besides, your mom made me."

Amused by his reluctance, you hum as he pulls away from the curb and begins through the small town. With your eyes out the window, you don't notice each time he glances at you from his peripheral, taking in how stupidly perfect that dress looks on you.

In this moment, he's more than glad your parents didn't meet any sooner. While gaining a step-sister wasn't on his list of ideal outcomes, at least you were both adults when it happened, meaning that sibling connection never snapped into place for you two.

Instead, it feels more like being roommates while he dicks around living at home while working at a garage, hitting the gym, and tuning up his Harley whenever he has the chance. You, on the other hand, are busy finishing up at a local college.

You see each other in passing, forced to be cordial during family events despite how you both get under the other's skin as easily as breathing.

It's agonizing, especially since he's forced to be so near you at times...pretending like he hasn't wanted you since the day you met.

"No? That's reassuring at least," you return, breaking his concentration.

He snickers, not wanting to admit he actually finds you somewhat amusing at times. "I have my moments."

"At least you've learned some humility over the years."

Ryomen cocks a brow as he glances between you and the road while he turns onto a familiar street. "You're sharp sometimes, you know that?"

You grin, leaning against the backrest while the streetlights move overhead. "Yeah, I know."

"Just don't cut me, yeah?"

Emboldened by the drinks in your system, you sneak a look at him in return. "Why do I have the feeling you'd like that?"

Both brows go up at that, and he can't deny how that sparks his interest. "Easy now...don't go getting all lewd on me."

"Lewd? I'd never..." you return, grin saying otherwise.

Ryomen's surprised by this, but he'll be the first to admit your teasing sarcasm is arousing. He scoffs and shakes his head to try and stay focused on the road, mumbling under his breath, "Always the smartass..."

"You like it, though."

A part of him hates how right you are, but he masks it with a snort. "Oh shut up."

Chuckling, you glance over into the backseat, searching for something to help soothe your dry throat. "Got any water in here?"

Keeping his eyes on the changing light in front of him, he hums. "You tell me. Why?"

"I'm thirsty."

He sighs. "Can't you wait? We're almost home."

"No," you mumble, noticing the faint glimmer of water reflecting the streetlights as it rolls from under the backseat. Your face brightens as you reach for it. "Bingo..."

Ryomen rolls his eyes, watching for half a second as you bend around the seat and reach for the bottle. His pulse quickens at the sight before correcting himself. "You're not gonna reach it."

"Yes I will," you say stubbornly, voice muffled from behind his seat. Annoyed by the seatbelt restricting your movements, you unbuckle it and shuffle forward a bit until you're folded over the center console.

Ryomen's brows furrow when he hears your straining sounds, glancing back to see your ass lifted in the air, seemingly unaware of your bare thighs from your dress riding up. His eyes widen slightly, and he clears his throat. "Cut it out, brat...just wait a minute."

"No," you bark back, straining still as your fingers barely brush against the bottle. "Damn it."

The more you stretch, the higher your hem moves up, baring more of your smooth thighs and allowing the light-blue lace of your panties to peek out beneath. The sight alone makes his breath catch.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ..." he mutters under his breath, feeling his cock stir within the confines of his jeans. It takes everything in his power to not reach over like he wants to.

Oblivious while the blood rushes to your head, you murmur, "What—"

Then, your breath catches the moment Ryomen hits the breaks, and the force sends you further between the seats until your hips are wedged in the middle. From this position, stuck between the seats, your ass is completely in the air, straddling the center console. You hear as he puts the car in park.

"...Ryomen?" You ask, voice still muffled, unable to wriggle free on your own. "Why'd you stop?"

"We're...home..." he manages to get out, eyes locked on your almost bare ass sticking out right next to his head, given a complete show of your panties and the soft curves that have him stumbling internally.

"Oh..." you murmur, trying to move to no avail. "Can you help me then?"

"Yeah..." Ryomen says with a faint rasp, unable to look away while he sits there in the parked car, nestled in the mostly dark garage. "I can...help."

With a sigh, you wait in place, feeling as he brushes a hand against the back of your thigh, slowly moving up. His fingers grip the one while the other seems to wander slightly.

After a moment, aware of the very languid pace he moves at, your brows furrow slightly. "Ry?"

He clears his throat, croaking as his fingers brush against your inner thigh. "Y-yeah...just a minute."

Unsure of what he could possibly be doing, you shiver at the light touch of his hand moving higher before squeezing the soft flesh of your ass. A spark of sensation rushes through you at once, unable to ignore how intense that simple action feels.

"Ry—"

"Just try to relax...I'll get you out in a sec..." he mumbles, mostly to himself.

He's so fucked.

Being mere breaths away from your arched ass, feeling your soft skin under his palms, and knowing there couldn't possibly be a more perfect moment is enough for Ryomen to harden in his jeans.

Unable to resist, he leans in, pulse thudding beneath his skin from the temptation. Almost like he's caught in a trance, Ryomen brushes his lips against the junction between your upper thigh and beneath the roundness of your ass.

Your breath hitches as you register the faint touch, becoming more aware of it as he presses more light affections against your skin. At the same time, his opposite hand cradles your ass, giving it a faint squeeze.

Cheeks burning, you try to look back at him, but can't see from the seat. "Ryomen..."

"Shh..." he utters, getting lost in the wet kisses he leaves while moving closer to your core. "Just...shut up for a minute."

You bristle at this, but the feeling of him drifting closer to your core is enough to make you shiver, along with his tongue tasting your skin. Despite yourself, something in you doesn't want to move.

"Jesus..." he murmurs, reaching your panties and seeing how they squish against your curves. He brings a finger forward, teasing at the fabric before running it up and down the length of you.

Ryomen hums as you shudder, pressing a bit more until he can feel your slick beginning to soak the fabric. A darker, hungrier look glazes his eyes.

"Look at you, doll...already dripping, hm?"

Cheeks flaming by now, unable to fully comprehend that this is actually happening, you pant quietly from your position.

Wordlessly, he nudges the material to the side, able to see your arousal glistening against your skin, wetting your folds.

"You've gotta be kidding me..." he rasps, feeling more of his restraint crumbling.

He shouldn't be doing this. He should help you out of the car and make sure you get inside all right...not looking at you like a meal, running his fingertips through your heat. Not feeling tempted to just cut that space...

He knows all of this, but the moment he hears your breathless sound in response, Ryomen can't help himself.

Leaning forward, he sticks his tongue out and drags it through your pussy from behind, lapping at your slick. His eyes shut immediately at the feeling and taste, humming somewhere deep in his throat.

Your thighs clench immediately as a shudder moves through you, unable to swallow back the surprised gasp that escapes without resistance.

"Ryomen!"

"I know...god, I know..." He mumbles, licking his lips while he looks you over hungrily, gripping your ass to spread it while he dives back in, licking at your heat more thoroughly. "Fucking hell..."

Your eyes roll back at the sensations that tear through you, gripping the back seat while he ravishes you, eagerly devouring every inch of you. His hums and groans only make you shake more, gasping and panting.

Ryomen growls into your pussy while his tongue maps out every inch of it, seeming like a starved man. He buries it as far as he can, bringing his thumb up to blindly fumble with your clit.

The sharp breath that comes from you, paired with the trembling of your thighs, is enough to make him so hard he can't think about anything else. He can't even consider the consequences of what he's doing...or what could happen if one of your parents were to find out.

Instead, he laps at you greedily, spreading your addictive slick around his lips and cheeks.

God, he's never tasted anything so sweet—so painfully sinful and arousing.

He shouldn't be dirtying you like this, but consequences be damned. He wants this...needs this.

He needs to make you cum and he needs to know it was him who accomplished it.

"Fuck..." Ryomen whispers against your soaked core, dragging his fingers through your pretty little folds, feeling just how worked up you are for him. "I didn't think you felt this way about me, little sis."

Stuttering over the onslaught of pleasure he feeds you, along with his words, you gasp, thighs clenching around his hand. "D-don't say that..."

He can't help but grin as he kisses your ass, letting his tongue drag across your skin for a moment. At the same time, he slowly eases two fingers into you, setting a slow, languid pace within those constrictive, plushy walls. He swears this'll be the death of him.

"What, you don't want me to call you 'sis'?"

The taunting words only cause you to shiver more, whimpering at the torturous pumping of his fingers while you clench around them, skin on fire.

"S-stop...we're not siblings," you mumble, trying to convince both of you at once. "Siblings don't—hnngh...they don't do this."

Ryomen chuckles and gently sinks his teeth into the fat of your ass, groaning at the feeling before leaving another kiss there. "I guess you're right. I'd rather take you as my girl...my pretty, needy girl."

Something about it has more shivers running through you while gripping the back seat, hips moving involuntarily. "Please, Ry..."

"Please what, doll?" He returns with a knowing lilt as he just barely brushes against your clit.

More whines escape your plump lips while you catch yourself grinding against the console, backing up against his fingers for more. He's right...you're needier than all hell.

"Don't tease me."

"No?" He questions, cocking a brow while he curls his fingers.

A gasp escapes you before it melts into a needy groan. "P-please... I wan' it..."

A shiver rips through him at your breathless words, and he's well aware no part of him will be able to resist.

He's feeling just as eager as you are, if not worse.

Growling to himself, Ryomen kisses your skin again before carefully withdrawing his fingers, making you clench around nothing with a soft whimper.

That sound alone makes his cock twitch while he works his belt undone, followed by his button and zipper. His voice comes out as a harsh mutter roughened with need. "You sure about this? Once you say yes, there's no going back...there's no coming back from this."

You're well aware that he's completely right, but in this moment, with you spread out for him and feeling worked up thanks to his touch, there's no way in hell you're not following through with this.

"I'm sure...please. Please, Ry..."

There's something so innocent yet lewd about the way that nickname falls from your lips, making him shuffle his jeans down even faster.

"You can't say anything about this...neither of us can," he mumbles, pushing his briefs down until his raging cock is in his hands and his eyes flutter shut from the vague friction of his fingers wrapped around himself. "This stays between us, baby. Promise?"

Biting your lip and moving back impatiently, you shudder the moment his cockhead brushes against your soaked heat. "Y-yes...I promise. Just...give it to me."

Ryomen groans at your insistence and the delicious sound of his pearling tip gliding through your slick. He huffs out a breath and teasingly begins to part your pussy as he slowly pushes forward.

The rush of sensations that come with easing inside your cunt are enough to make his hips stutter and his breath catch. That paired with your gasp has him squeezing his eyes shut.

He can't even be bothered to push you through to the backseat to fuck you properly...he can't wait. He has to have you here, right now...wedged between the seats and perfectly open for him.

"Fucking hell..." Ryomen spills, finally feeling every inch of himself wrapped up by your hot walls while they squeeze him almost affectionately. At least, that's how he wants to see it.

His hands situate on your hips while he stills, pressed firmly against your ass. He grunts, soaking in the blinding sensations until he feels seconds away from imploding.

He's had his fair share of lays, but goddamn...there's something different about being nestled inside you...the one pussy he shouldn't be in. But that only makes it all the more addicting.

When he finally pulls back and rolls his hips forward again, hearing the muffled jingle of his belt with the movement, a deep shiver travels down his spine, and he bites back the moans bubbling up inside him.

"Fuuuck..." he mumbles, voice rough with absolute desperation. He grips your ass and hip tighter as he gradually picks up the pace, listening to the way your moans pitch higher.

Ryomen watches through heavily-lidded eyes all the while your back arches even deeper and your fingers pinch into the fabric seats. He watches how your pussy swallows him up eagerly with every slow thrust, ringing him with your arousal.

It has an endless drip of lust flooding his system, and while he's only just getting started, he feels so pussy drunk he can hardly think.

Instead, he's reduced to a primal version of himself—an addict getting a tiny bump with every flick of his hips...with every time your cunt clenches around him.

"Please..." you whimper, jaw slack. "F-faster..."

Whether its a plea or a demand, he doesn't care. Working on instinct, Ryomen grips your hip hard, reaches up for your hair with the other hand, winds it around his fist, and pulls.

The soft gasp that dribbles from your lips as your back is forced to arch deeper, half suspended in the air pulls a growl from Ryomen's lips.

"This what you want?" He utters, jaw clenching as he fucks you harder, ramming his hips against your ass. The previous care and gentleness once in his touch seeps away as his need gets the better of him.

A string of incoherent babbling leaves your mouth as you moan louder, skin getting hotter by the second.

Ryomen smirks at this, amused and aroused by how he already has you fucked completely stupid. God, you're so perfect. So needy, so slutty, so...completely his.

He hums, keeping up that mean pace while he bullies his way in and out of your pussy. "That's right...you've been begging for your step brother to fuck you, hm? I bet you think about it all the time."

A whimper, eclipsed by several sharper moans is all you can manage while the brutal ramming against your cervix has you seeing stars.

Almost like your useless panting and trembling is fueling him, Ryomen grins and huffs, thrusting with everything he has. "I bet you've been dreaming about this moment...fingers playing with this pretty pussy before bed, thinking about me and what I'd do to you. Close enough?"

You groan, eyes rolling back while he releases your hair and drops his hand to toy with your clit. The strangled sounds escape you all the while you clutch the back seat again, taking every hard thrust. "Y-yes..."

Satisfied by your breathless answer, Ryomen sinks even deeper, leaning over you while he flicks your clit still. "So honest, hm? You're being so good for me, letting me fuck you dumb. You wanna cum, don't you?"

Throat beginning to ache from how often the moans are torn from it, you weakly nod, feeling as your whole body tenses. "P-please...please, Ry..."

He loves the way those desperate pleas leave your mouth, and while he'd love to push you further to make you beg, he knows he can't hold out.

Everything about this forbidden moment and the way you clamp around him so tightly has him bordering the edge, barely holding back the need to let go.

"Do it then, pretty girl...cum for me," he utters, snapping his hips harder into you, feeling the heat getting the better of him. Every muscle in his body strains from the force of his movements, but he doesn't care. He can only think about pushing you both over the edge. "Fucking cum for me...show me how much you love t-this..."

Like the break of a dam, you come completely undone, crying out his name in a sharp bid of absolute pleasure, clenching around him and milking his cock so completely, you're both seeing white.

The wrecked sounds that escape you, along with the fluttering of your cunt around him sends Ryomen over the edge, and he locks up completely against your ass, bursting with wave after wave of his seed.

Thick ropes get buried deep inside you as he grips your hips hard and lets that blinding euphoria hold him so tightly, he forgets to breathe until he's sucking in air again.

He shouldn't have spilled inside you like that...he knows this, but something about that knowledge makes him shiver with every harsh rise and fall of his chest.

Filling you too full, Ryomen can feel as the excess spills out of you, dripping onto the center console. Its a mess and he knows the car reeks of sex, but in the moment, he doesn't care.

He can only slump over you while catching your breath, pressing the occasional kiss against the back of your neck, feeling your rapid heartbeats against his chest.

"Fuck sakes..." Ryomen whispers, pressing his cheek against your clothed back. He slowly regains his bearings, but is far too blissed to move. "What have you done to me..."

He really did fuck you brainless and boneless while you remain slumped there, oblivious to the reality of what just happened for the time being. Your skin feels slick and sticky from your combined release, your body is still hot, and the blood has rushed to your head through it all.

While your hips aren't wedged anymore, you're still pinned, and after a moment, your ragged voice breaks Ryomen from his sated stupor.

"Ry? Think I can move now?"

At the realization, he pulls up, chest and abs glistening from the exertion as he pulls at his shirt for a breeze. While he loves the sight of you perfectly wrecked beneath him, he relents, then a dark grin pulls on his lips.

"On second thought...get in the back."

Your eyes widen slightly at his words. "Huh?"

"You heard me..." Ryomen murmurs, gliding his hand over the swell of your ass while his mind starts spinning with the ideas running rampant.

"I'm not done with you yet, sis..."

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — golden hours, golden hearts : chapter 026 !

you didn't talk about it.

not when you woke up this morning, still half-asleep, only to realize you were in sae's arms. not when you felt the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his hand had rested on your waist like it belonged there.

sae didn't say anything either. he just got up a few minutes later like nothing had happened, like it was just another morning.

so, you did the same. you acted normal. even now, as you sat in front of the mirror, smoothing out invisible creases, you pretended your mind wasn't still stuck on him.

"you're fidgeting."

you looked up to find sae watching you through the mirror, dressed in a black suit, looking effortlessly put together like always.

you pressed your hands into your lap. "i didn't think i'd be this nervous."

he stepped further into his room, shutting the door behind him. "it's just a wedding."

"it's not just a wedding," you exhaled, trying to ease the tightness in your chest. "there are so many famous people attending. people will talk. and we're..." you trailed off, gesturing vaguely between the two of you.

sae tilted his head slightly. "we don't have to do anything extra. just be how we always are."

that was the problem, isn't it? what was "normal" between him and you?

still, you nodded. "sure, whatever that is."

his gaze lingered for a second before he turned toward the door. "we should go. my parents are waiting."

-

the car ride to the venue was quiet, aside from his parents making conversation in the front seats.

rin sat in front of you, scrolling through his phone, while his girlfriend leaned into him, whispering something that makes him smile. the sight of them - so casual and so natural - made your stomach twist.

sae sat beside you, quiet, his hands resting on his lap. the space between you felt smaller than it actually was, like the weight of everything unsaid was pressing in from all sides.

you forced yourself to look out the window, watching as kyoto's streets blurred past. the closer you got to the wedding, the tighter your stomach felt.

your phone buzzed in your lap, and you glanced down to see a notification from social media. even though you hadn't posted anything yet, speculation had already started. someone must have spotted you arriving in kyoto, or maybe the guest list had been leaked.

you grip tightened slightly around your phone. you weren't new to this - attention, assumptions, headlines. but something about this situation felt different. maybe because it was fake. maybe because you didn't know how long you'd have to keep up the act. you weren't really friends wth sae.

"you're overthinking," his voice cut through your thoughts.

you turned to him, finding his gaze already on you. he wasn't looking at you with amusement or irritation - just a quiet sort of knowing.

"i'm just making sure i don't mess this up," you muttered.

"you won't." his voice was steady and dull. then, after a pause, he added, "i won't let you."

something about the way he said it made your chest feel weird, but before you could respond, the car slowed to a stop.

you barely had a second to compose yourself before rin opened the door. the soft sound of traditional music played in the background, blending with the quiet hum of conversation. the venue was stunning - wooden beams, intricate floral arrangements and warm lantern lights casting a soft glow over the arriving guests.

and, of course, the stares started immediately.

you weren't sure if it was because of who you were, or because you were standing next to sae. either way, people were watching.

sae barely reacted. he simply reached for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, lacing his fingers through yours with quiet confidence.

you weren't sure if he did it because of the act or because he knew you needed it.

either way, you held onto his hand, steadying yourself as you stepped forward. the whispers started almost instantly. some guests were subtle, stealing quick glances before turning away. others weren't as discreet, murmuring behind champagne glasses.

so, it's true? ayako said her son has a girlfriend and i didn't believe it.

they're really dating?

i didn't think sae would ever go public with someone.

the weight of their curiosity pressed against you, but you kept your posture composed. you were used to attention, used to scrutiny - but this felt different. more personal. some of them are sae's family, after all.

he, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed at all. his grip on your hand was firm but relaxed, his expression bored as always. it was like he didn't even hear the whispers, didn't care that people were watching his every move.

you envied that about him.

his parents walked ahead, greeting distant relatives and acquaintances, while rin and his girlfriend trailed behind. at one point, you caught rin giving you a brief glance - less curious and more observant - but he said nothing, simply returning his attention to his girlfriend.

did he know about the pr stunt between his brother and you?

a staff member ushered you toward the main hall, where guests were hanging out before the ceremony. the room was filled with soft golden light, elegant floral arrangements, and the faint aroma of incense.

"you're doing fine," sae murmured beside you.

you weren't sure why those three words made your shoulders relax slightly. maybe because he said them so simply, like there was never a doubt that you would be fine.

before you could response, an older relative approached with a warm smile. "sae! it's been so long."

sae offered a polite nod. "it has."

the relative then turned to you, eyes flickering with curiosity. "and this must be..."

sae didn't hesitate. "my girlfriend."

the older woman's smile widened. "ah, so it's true what your mother said! i was wondering when sae would finally introduce someone. you're beautiful, dear."

you managed a polite smile. "thank you."

more people came to greet you, each one eager to confirm the rumors with their own eyes. it was strange. how quickly they accepted it. how seamlessly sae played his part.

at some point, his grip on your hand loosened, but he didn't let go completely. it was like he knew that if he did, you'd be left to fend off all the attention alone.

as the ceremony began, you focused on the bridge and groom, using it as a distraction from the weight of the evening. the traditional rituals, the exchange of sake cups, the quiet vows - it was beautiful, elegant, intimate.

and yet, even as you watched, you couldn't shake the awareness of sae beside you. the warmth of his hand. the way he leaned slightly closer when someone's gaze lingered on you for too long.

for now, this was enough.

even if it was just for a show.

-

as you and sae made your way through the venue, the hushed murmurs continued, growing bolder now that people had gotten over their initial surprise.

asian families.

"oh? isn't that y/n l/n, the cold supermodel?" a woman whispered, not quite low enough.

"she's even prettier in person," someone else added.

"still, i didn't think she was sae's type. she always seems so untouchable."

you kept your expression neutral, pretending not to hear. it wasn't anything new. people had always assumed things about you. your reserved nature was often mistaken for arrogance, your composure for aloofness.

sae must have heard, too, but he didn't react. instead, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just for you.

"they don't know anything," he said simply, like it was a fact.

the warmth of his words settled in your chest, but you didn't have time to dwell on it as another relative approached.

"sae, i never thought i'd see the day you'd bring a date," the man chuckled, eyeing you with interest. "and her, no less. you must be something special."

sae's grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. "yes, very special."

he said it so effortlessly, without hesitation. he made it sound so real.

the conversation moved on, and you played your part, offering polite smiles and answering the occasional question. sae never left your side, steady and unbothered, and made it easier to push past the lingering stares of his family, of the celebrities and of the camera men.

let them talk.

you are a supermodel, nobody could ever disrespect you.

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[reidbae]

Good For You

summary: On the way to a crime scene, you and Spencer get onto the topic of dominant women. Just when you think the resident genius will say he doesn't like them, he proves you wrong.

pairing: sub!spencer reid x dom!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: afab!reader, unprotected piv sex (don't do this plz), palming, choking, hair pulling, vaginal sex, degradation (m receiving), praise (m receiving), use of y/n before and after smut but use of miss and ma'am during, roughish sex but not rlly (i think)

a/n: thank you so much for 100+ followers and for all of the love on my first fic, it means the world :,) i'm goin' thru a little writer's block but i had to get this out for sub spence <3

wc: 2.3k

"People don't like dominant women," you joked, laughing. You were hardly sure how you and Spencer had even come to this topic, but, to be fair, it was a long car ride to the crime scene you were on your way to, and you were finding ways to pass the time.

You were talking about how you presented yourself as a dominant person, given your role in the FBI. It was easiest and comfortable, and it was a personality trait that you'd maintained for years, no matter what the circumstances were.

"What makes you say that?" asked Spencer, a tone of genuine curiosity coated over his voice.

"Well, you know, most men are looking to be in authority. They don't like women controlling them," you shrugged as you continued to drive.

"You're not entirely incorrect," Spencer agreed. "But, I'm not most men," he mumbled so quietly that you nearly missed it. You briefly looked over at him before turning your eyes back to the road.

You raised your eyebrows, taken aback by Spencer's comment. "Is that so?" you then asked with a playful smirk. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Spencer go red, causing you to push him further. "So, you like women like me?"

"Yeah, I mean, I guess I do," Spencer timidly answered. "I- I can't really explain why, exactly, but, yeah," he barely managed to stammer out. "And, I mean, you're dominant, which makes you mildly intimidating, but, honestly, it makes you more attractive."

Now that was not something you were expecting to hear from Spencer Reid, of all the people. But, you weren't opposed to it. Not one bit.

"Damn, Spencer. I assumed you had a thing for me, but I didn't think it was because I'm dominant," you teased him, your coy smirk never leaving your face.

The scarlet color across his face darkened as he returned, "W- Well, I'm an honest man," with an embarrassed chuckle. "And, I mean- Yeah, I guess I do have something for you. I know that probably sounds weird, coupled with everything else I just said."

"No, no, it doesn't. Besides, I like my men submissive," you giggled.

"I guess we're on the same page, then," Spencer laughed with you. "That's good."

"It's great, actually." you returned. "So, then. This thing, huh? Do you actually like me?" you asked curiously, your eyes fixated on the road.

Spencer chuckled at your question. "Come on, Y/N. After all that I've just said, do I really need to confirm that I like you?" asked Spencer in a sassy tone. "I think you know the answer to that."

"Watch the attitude, Spencer," you responded, partially joking, and partially serious. Spencer shyly nodded.

"I'm sorry, miss," Spencer practically scoffed. As you pulled up to a stop sign, you looked over at Spencer, narrowing your eyes.

"Miss, huh?" you teased.

"Miss. Unless you prefer your name, Y/N," Spencer teased directly back at you, mirroring your energy.

You could see Spencer's small smirk as your name rolled off his tongue, heavenly so.

You paused for a second, shook your head, then began to drive again. You could feel your own face heat up as you began to drive down the street. "You don't know what you saying my name like that does to me," you admitted in a low voice.

"Yeah?" he asked, his tone dripping in flirtatiousness.

You bit your bottom lip for a second before Spencer continued. "What does it do to you?" he asked you, breathing your name back out to you again. "Tell me."

"Not while I'm driving," you returned as you cleared your throat. "You've been enough of a distraction."

Spencer chuckled. "How close are we, anyway?"

"We're here, actually," you answered. You pulled into the driveway of the house where the crime scene was at, parking the car into place. The driveway was secluded, covered entirely by trees and bushes.

"Oh," Spencer said quietly. It was clear that he was apprehensive to leave, but he knew as well you did that you had a job to do. "Guess we should, uh, start looking at the crime scene, then," he said, his hand reaching for the door handle. You cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you really just going to leave that conversation off there?" you asked with a mischievous grin.

Spencer looked at you, evidently intrigued as he shook his head and grinned back at you.

"Not if you want to keep talking," Spencer smirked. "You, uh, kind of left me on a cliffhanger back there, actually."

"Like hell I did," you laughed. "You were about to leave and abandon this conversation, were you not?"

Spencer shrugged, removing his hand from the door handle and looking directly into your eyes, his honeyed brown ones meeting yours. "I can't argue with that," he chuckled. "So, then, what do you want to talk about?"

"Less talking and more of something else, to be honest," you couldn't help but say as you looked at him.

You could see Spencer's breath catch in his throat for a second as you finished your sentence, gazing at you as if he had forgotten how to physically breathe.

"Oh?" he asked quietly, but his tone displayed remnants of excitement. "What did you, uh, have in mind?" he asked you.

But you knew he already knew the answer to that.

You pulled Spencer in by his tie, gently so, before uttering, "This," your voice significantly raspier than it had been before.

Spencer's face reddened as you pulled him closer to you, his breath coming out quickly and heavily as he stared down at your lips. He leaned in, pressing his lips onto yours, and you instantly reciprocated, kissing him slowly. When he pulled away, he was completely and utterly breathless.

"You're really not making this easy for me," Spencer breathed out to you. You could feel his hand sneaking gently up to cup your face as he did.

"What am I not making easy, sweetheart?" you cooed. He smoothed his thumb over your cheek.

"Resisting you. I can't stop, miss. I can't stop wanting you," he admitted to you through several more kisses, kissing you more boldly as the seconds went by.

"Then don't," you encouraged him. You leaned in to kiss him again, this time more passionately. You gladly allowed your tongue to explore Spencer's mouth, relishing in the immense amount of pleasure that you were already experiencing from minimal contact.

Your hands found Spender's throat and squeezed down as you continued to fervently kiss him. He groaned into your kiss as he began to run his hands down your body, settling on your waist.

Your shaky hands began to fumble with his tie again as you pulled back for a second, your forehead pressed onto his. "Fuck," you moaned out, removing his tie.

You pressed your lips onto Spencer's again. You could feel him smile against your lips, no doubt at the quick pace you were going at. When he pulled away, his face was flushed.

"You know, we're still in your car," Spencer breathed out.

"There's no one here," you muttered. "We'll be fine," you assured him.

"You're the boss," he openly told you in a submissive tone. "If you want me here, then I'm all yours, miss."

You smirked at that, an idea immediately formulating in your mind. "Sit back, Spencer," you ordered in a domineering tone. He looked at you with a startled expression for a second before doing what he was told, sitting back, his back pressed onto the passenger seat.

You removed your seatbelt, then swiftly moved into the passenger side and onto Spencer's lap. You straddled him naturally, causing Spencer's face to darken even further, if that was even possible.

Spencer's hands gripped your waist as yours tangled into his hair. He smoothed his thumbs over your waist slowly, gazing up at you with a flustered expression. "You're beautiful."

You smirked and leaned down to kiss him again, your passion just as prominent as before. You began to grind slowly onto Spencer's crotch, causing both of you to moan, yours of pleasure, his of surprise.

You continued that way for a few seconds, and Spencer was everything but opposed. But you needed more.

You pulled away again, your forehead pressed onto Spencer's as you fumbled with his belt, working quickly to remove it. It came unbuckled with ease, and next, you undid his zipper.

Now having access to the boxers under his pants, you touched Spencer, softly at first, then quickening your pace to obtain a reaction. Your movements elicited a low groan from him as you palmed him.

"Hard for me already, Spencer?" you teased him as you slowed your movements.

He breathlessly nodded, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked up at you. "Yes, ma'am."

"Help me get these off, sweetheart," you softly murmured, in reference to the work slacks you were still wearing.

"Here, I got it," Spencer muttered quickly, allowing his hands to move in a similar rushed manner as his fingers began the task of undressing you. When your pants were unbuttoned, he pulled them down, allowing himself more access.

Your face was drenched in desire as your hand moved back into Spencer's hair, tugging gently and yanking him closer to you. "Do you want this?"

"Yes," he moaned back. "God, yes. Please."

"Please, what? I want to hear you say it," you whispered.

"I want you to fuck me, miss," he had no trouble admitting, his thumbs still circling your waist as his face flushed further. You smirked, chuckling.

"Slut," you spat, returning your hands down to his boxers. Spencer let out a small whimper at your use of degradation, but the moment ended as soon as it begun as you removed his already red cock from his boxers. You pumped your hand up and down his cock a few times before shrugging your panties down.

You lowered yourself down onto Spencer, shuddering at the new sensation of his cock inside of your cunt. Submissive or not, he was huge.

You immediately leaned into the crook of Spencer's neck, grabbing the back of his head with force.

"Fuck, Spencer. You feel so fucking good," you moaned out.

Spencer's hands found the small of your back, caressing it gently as you began to slowly ride him.

"You do, too, miss."

You began to move faster as shaking hands tugged Spencer's brunette locks. You were moaning into his ear as he groaned whorishly into yours, his hands moving down to grip your ass as you rode him.

"Thought about this a lot, huh?" you teased him, chuckling. He fervently nodded, then leaned in and kissed your neck, sucking gently.

"Y- Yes," he admitted between kisses, continuing to use his mouth on your neck, no doubt leaving marks there as his movements became rougher.

"Keep doing that," you groaned.

"Anything to please you, ma'am," he gladly complied, as if he had any intention of stopping in the first place.

"That's it. Bein' suck a, fuck- Doll for me, Spencer," you praised him. "Such a good boy," you continued, yanking his hair and pulling him closer. Spencer shuddered, groaning as you did so. He was breathing much faster now. You could see him growing warmer as the seconds went by.

"God, I can't," Spencer breathed out.

"You can't what, pretty boy?" you asked him breathlessly.

"I just- Jesus," he tried, but coherent sentences were clearly beginning to fail him. "I'm- You're-" he desperately stammered.

"Come on, baby, use your words for me," you encouraged him.

"You're just- So, so incredible, miss," Spencer panted out, leaning back in his seat. Your hand moved back to his throat as he did, and you looked wordlessly down at him.

You squeezed down with force, your climax evidently approaching, as was his. Tentatively, but purposefully, Spencer reached a hand down and began to touch your clit, rubbing it in quick circles in an attempt to help you along.

You moved with him, grinding down further onto his hand as he touched you. "That's it. That's fucking it," you whispered as you laid your head onto Spencer's shoulder. "Makin' me feel so good, love."

"Anything you need, miss. I'm all yours," Spencer told you as he continued his motions. His long fingers worked quickly with your clit, driving you significantly closer towards your high. Fuck, did he know what he was doing.

"Damn fucking straight," you groaned into his ear.

You used your free hand to grip his shoulder as you threw your head back in pleasure. Spencer's eyes bored into you, clearly admiring the view.

"You're mine, Spencer. My fucking whore, you hear me?" you spat. How could he do anything but nod?

"Fuck, miss, I'm close," Spencer groaned out, one hand gripping your waist and the other continuing to touch you. You smirked down at him.

"Yeah?" you breathed out. "Let it out, then, baby."

Spencer mewled out an almost pornographic moan as he filled your cunt to the brim with his cum. You followed suit quickly after, resting your head on his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

You looked down at him when you were finished, biting your lip and panting heavily. You chuckled. "I can't believe I just fucked you in my own car," you joked.

Spencer smiled up at you, leaning up and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. "I loved every second, Y/N."

"You better have. You did so good, doll. So, so good," you praised him, toying mindlessly with Spencer's hair. Spencer only blushed further at your continued praise.

He moved his hands to your waist, planting another gentle kiss onto your lips. "Anything, to be good for you."

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[riality-check]

Steddie with "Is this okay?" or "I saved you a seat." for the i love you without saying it thingy, please...if you're still doing it. :)

I'm super late on this, but here we go, anon! Is this okay? was done here, so I'm doing I saved you a seat.

"In the back, Henderson," Steve calls.

Dustin kind of hates that Steve isn't a loser anymore. He's back to his cool self, which means he's wearing sunglasses and doesn't look away from the road as he talks to Dustin.

He sputters. "Why? I get shotgun!"

"You get shotgun unless we're picking up Max."

"Are we picking up Max?"

"No," Steve says, finally turning to look at Dustin over the frames of his sunglasses.

Dustin wants to break them, but if he does that, Steve will probably stop driving him around.

He kind of needs Steve to keep driving him around. His mom is busy, and God knows Mr. Wheeler won't do it anymore.

"Get in the back or don't get in at all," Steve says.

Dustin rolls his eyes and gets in the back of the Beemer. Steve doesn't even ask if he's good to go before he pulls away from his house and down the street.

He doesn't usually, but a little warning would have been nice.

"I thought we were going to the arcade," he says.

"We are."

"No, we're going in the wrong direction."

In the rearview mirror, Dustin can see Steve sigh so heavily his shoulders move.

And he says Dustin is dramatic.

Steve flips his sunglasses onto his head, pushing his hair back, when they get to shadier streets. "I'm doing someone a favor, then I'm dropping you at the arcade to hang out with your friends. That okay?"

Dustin isn't really listening, not as Steve turns the car into Forest Hills. "I thought you said we weren't picking up Max."

"We're not."

"I know you're not very verbose, but could you give me answers that are more than two words?" Dustin snaps.

Steve parks the Beemer in front of Eddie's trailer and turns back to face Dustin. "Is this answer enough?"

He beeps the horn, and thirty seconds later, the front door slams open. Eddie nearly trips right out of it, all black-clothed, gangly limbs, enough metal on his outfit for Dustin to hear him jangling before he even gets in the Beemer.

"Saved you a seat," Steve says as Eddie opens the passenger seat door.

It takes Dustin a full ten seconds to realize that the smile Steve has on his face is the same one he'd use on girls at Scoops.

Wait.

"Thanks, Stevie," Eddie says, words as rushed as he seems to be. "I don't know when my van is going to get out of the shop, and Wayne needs the truck-"

"It's no problem," Steve says.

Stevie?

Dustin, for once, is speechless. The way Steve drives with one hand as Eddie takes his other one and starts toying with it has something to do with it.

When his mouth can finally catch up to his brain, he asks, "How long have you two been dating?"

"What?" they say.

Eddie drops Steve's hand like it's burning him, and Steve nearly brake-checks them in the middle of Main Street.

"We're not-"

"Why did you-"

"He doesn't-"

"I-"

"Arcade, Henderson!" Steve yells, cutting off the conversation completely. "Get out, have fun with whatever quarters your mom gave you, get a ride with someone who isn't me, thanks!"

"You aren't-"

"Get out or I will keep driving this car with you in it," Steve warns.

Eddie stares, dumbfounded, between Dustin and Steve. His eyes move like he's watching a tennis match.

"Okay," Dustin says, throwing his hands up. He gets out of the car, and not five seconds after he shuts the door, Eddie and Steve start talking.

Loudly.

He'd stay, but he's already late.

He goes into the arcade, straight to the Dig Dug machine where the rest of the party is waiting.

"Dustin, where were you?"

"Did you guys also think Steve and Eddie were dating, or was that just me?"

Max looks away from the machine, causing her to die in the game. "They're not?"

"Apparently."

"When did you find that out?" Lucas asks, looking a little distracted.

"About a minute ago."

"I think things might have changed since then," Lucas says, pointing to the window.

All of them rush to it and look outside. The Beemer is still in the parking lot. Eddie and Steve are still in it, and they're-

"Oh, God, no."

"This is like watching my parents kiss."

"Why Steve?" Mike moans, letting his head drop against the windowpane again and again. "Why did he have to pick Steve? I thought Eddie was better than this."

"It's kind of sweet."

They stare in silence. It's like a car wreck. It's impossible to look away.

Max shakes her head. "You guys made me waste a quarter on Dig Dug. I'm going back to playing."

"Hey, wait up!"

The rest of them rush back. Dustin is the last to look away.

And he laments the fact that he's never riding shotgun again.

Prompts here.

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 22

Story: Uncharted (after Uncharted 4) Prompts: Bail out — Car ride — Lamplight

Nate shot Sam another dirty look. The light from the streetlamp accentuated the lines in his forehead, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He looked old. Far too old for the kicked-puppy look he was trying on.

“Well, get in,” Nate said, hopping into the driver's seat and slamming the door with more force than necessary. “And fasten your seatbelt; you're not breaking any more laws tonight.”

“What am I, seven?” Sam snorted, already in the process of buckling in.

“Apparently!” Nate snapped. “Because you still have to learn not to take things that don't belong to you!”

“Okay, St. Nathaniel.”

Nate took a deep breath and counted to ten, just like it said in that parenting book Elena had made him read. It didn't say anything about not gripping the steering wheel as hard as if it was his brother's stiff neck, but Nate did that anyway.

Finally, he muttered, “Okay, I've got you, it's late...let's just go,” and made himself leave the police station parking lot at a sedate, non-suspicious pace.

A tense silence settled over the interior of the car as Nate drove the familiar route home. It was the silence of an argument neither of them had to voice to feel the sting of. An argument waged with annoyed glances, Sam's crossed arms, the force with which Nate slapped the turn signal on.

When he slowed down and came to a stop at the first red light, Sam finally muttered, “I said I'm sorry, okay?”

Nate snorted. “No, you're not! Sorry you got caught, maybe.”

“Look, you'd understand if you'd just let me.... It was an eighteenth-century—“

“No!” Nate held up a hand, refusing to look at Sam even as he made a right turn. “I don't care if it was George Washington's dentures, that's no excuse for making me come bail you out the day before Thanksgiving!”

Another silence fell, until Sam broke it again by muttering, “Thomas Jefferson's, actually.”

“Wait, what?”

Then he glanced over and saw Sam's cheeky little grin, and Nate found himself laughing despite himself. Despite how much he wanted to bash some sense into his brother who really ought to know better...it was Sam. As infuriating as he could be, it was impossible to stay upset with him for long.

With a sigh, Nate shook his head, turning onto the last street. “I know it's the pot calling the kettle black, and I get it, I really do, I just...it's gotta be different now, Sam. It just does. I don't want to have to explain to my daughter that Uncle Sam can't show up to Thanksgiving dinner because he's in jail.”

“Wait—daughter? It's a girl?” As Nate pulled into the driveway, the porch light illuminated the look of absolute wonder in Sam's face. The same look he wore whenever they uncovered another incredible treasure.

Warmth exploded in Nate's chest, just as it did every time he thought about it. About her. “Yeah,” he said softly, turning the car off and just sitting in the darkness. “Elena saw the doctor last week. Pretty sure it's a girl.”

“So what're you—what—what'll you name her?”

Nate glanced over to the front door, which Elena had just opened, sending a stream of golden light out upon the front lawn. “I don't know,” he said, waving to her. “But I've been thinking about Cassandra.”

He shared a look with his brother—another look that needed no words. Sam grinned. “Cassie for short?”

Nate nodded thoughtfully. “I like it.”

[cerridwen007]

Wrong to want you like I do. Part 1.

Pairing: (No Breakout AU) dbf!Joel Miller and f!reader.

Word count: 1.7k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: You're back in your hometown for the year to earn some cash while you work out what you wanna do with your life. The only problem is its spring; rainy season. And you don’t own a car nor do you know how to drive, so when you get caught in a big storm, you finally end up relying on your dad’s best friend to come and help.

Notes/Warnings: Smut/Fluff, swearing, Joel being a softie sweetheart for reader, oral(m receiving), mention of f masturbation, age gap (reader early 20’s/Joel 56), shy/awkward reader, no y/n.

A/N: Hoping on the dad’s best friend Joel train cause I have been eating those fics up lately, and they are so fricken good. Is this inspired by myself and the fact that I had to walk in the pouring rain to work on the other side of town and just spent the whole time daydreaming that I could have Joel come and pick me up? Maybe? So yes it’s a little self-indulgent cause I just am such a passenger princess, but I would be hella willing to learn to drive if Joel taught me hehe. I plan on making this a slow burn fic series, so let me know if y'all would want more. As always, thank you for any interactions with any of my posts. It's all very much appreciated. I'm also on A03 if you prefer reading on that platform. And my inbox is always open if you wanna chat! Enjoy bebes.

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“Fuck.” 

It was that time of year again where basically every week there was rain and lots of it. Normally you wouldn’t mind the rain, especially if you got to stay at home all day, with a nice cup of tea, reading or watching a movie and letting it lull you to sleep when night fell. But today, where you actually had to go out and walk to work without a car, it made your life a bit difficult.

Your parents had been kind enough to drive you to and from work a lot of the time, to which you generously compensated them for. But on days like this where they were both busy with work, and you didn't really have anyone else to ask for a ride from in your small town, you stubbornly decided to just walk in the pouring rain.

Usually you didn't mind, in fact you kind of enjoyed walking the long distance to work on the other side of town but times like these where the weather was shit, it was a dreadful experience. After you finished getting ready for work, you finally walked out the door and locked up the house. 

You sighed as you began to walk down you drive way and down your street, as not only was it raining heavily it was also windy as fuck, so the old umbrella you brought with you to try and protect yourself from the rain was threatening to bust with every swoop of wind that it got caught in. At least you had some music to entertain you, you thought as an old love song played through your earphones. You half-heartedly laughed at yourself, so you didn’t cry with how fucken soaked you were going to be when you got to work, therefore uncomfortable your entire shift. 

As you turned onto a busier road, you scowled a little at the drivers going past you in your cars, and as if your sour face triggered one of them, a truck going past suddenly pulled over next to you. Swallowing harshly, unsure of how this interaction was going to go, you warily walked past the truck. 

“Need a ride sweetheart?” A deep southern voice calls out.

You turn to get a better look at the source of the voice that called to you, and your shoulders immediately ease up. It was Joel, your dad’s best friend. A grumpy yet giving man who had known you since you were a young kid. And had also secretly been the star in your wet dreams and fantasies since you were old enough to think about those things. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as he gave you a soft smile and leaned over to open his passenger door.  You quickly got in and gave a big sigh of relief to be out of the cold and the rain. He chuckled softly and waited for you to put your seatbelt on. 

“Couldn’t catch a ride with Mom or Dad today, honey?” Joel asks, his big brown eyes melting from the inside out.

“Nah, they were both working, so they couldn't run me to work.”

Joel nods and starts up his truck again before driving off in the direction of your work. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“D'ya wanna put your music on sweet girl?” Joel asks after a few minutes.

You blush and look down shyly at your lap from the nickname. Butterflies continue to brew in your stomach. 

“Uh you probably won’t like the music I was listening to.” You awkwardly laugh.

“You don’t know that and besides even if it is horrible, I won’t mind one bit cause it’s what ya like.” Joel says, offering you a kind smile.

Your cheeks start to burn, you try and fight off the curve of the smile that threatens to upturn your lips but lose. You eventually pull out your phone and plug it into Joel's soundsystem and play the last song you were listening to.

Both of your eyebrows match each other from curiosity, as a slow melody begins to fill the cabin of the truck.

“When Sunny gets blue, her eyes get grey and cloudy and then the rain begins to fall.”

You look over to Joel's profile, his warm eyes transfixed on the road before him, his lips slightly smirking, a stark contrast to the rest of his overwise, hard exterior. A beat goes by, and you remember that you're starting and should look away.

“Then the rain begins to fall, pitter patter, pitter patter.”

“Didn't pin you for an old school music kinda gal, no offense, darling.”

You softly laugh. “Yeah well I like all kinds of music to be honest, but I just thought I would try and romatisic walking in the pouring rain to work and make it less miserable.”

Joel hums at your answer, seemingly not hating the music and maybe even enjoying the slow tunes. A new song starts playing as you near your work.

“Just a song before I go, to whom it may concern.”

“Mhhmmm good song. Love me some Crosby, Stills, and Nash.”

You smile to yourself thinking how when you first heard this song it reminded you of Joel. Your smile falters when you arrive at work and realise you have to leave Joel.

“Well thank you so much for the ride. Honestly such a life saver.”

“Anytime doll. Have a good shift.”

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That whole shift, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Joel, and you kept having to catch yourself, smiling wide to yourself like a dork. Quickly biting your tongue so you wouldn't get weird looks from the grin plastered on your face. Then your mind traveled to other places as you imagined yourself ‘thanking’ Joel for the ride.

“Thank you for the ride, Joel. However can I thank you?”

“Aw you don't need to thank me sugar, just seeing your pretty face is thanks enough.”

Your hands reach over and lightly grip the middle of his thigh, rubbing back and forth. Your eyes glossing over with lust as you glance at him. 

“Are you sure? I could help you with something in return.”

You watch him closely, grinning as his Adam's apple bobs, swallowing thickly.  You peer down at his jeans and see his evident excitement growing in his jeans, you bite your lip as you boldly cup him through his denim’s. He begins panting, a growl forming in the back of his throat, both a warning and dare to keep going. 

You move so you are more parallel, facing Joel and begin to slowly unzip his jeans. You shuck his jeans halfway down his thighs. Your mouth subconsciously waters, looking at his hefty size straining through his black boxers. You finally reach out and grab him through his boxers. Joel's head falls back against his head rest, a hiss passing through his teeth. 

You smile as you take his weeping cock out from its restraints. His girthy size, uncovered elicits a small gasp from you, to which he grins crookedly at. Before you let intimidation get the best of you, you reach out and start stroking his cock, your fingers barely touching where they meet around his width, before your thumb comes to swipe along his slit, shiny with pre-come.

“Don’t tease baby.” he softly growls before repeating it in a softer tone. “ Please don’t tease me baby.”

You look up at him with your doe eyes and mock a frown. Which immediately upturns when your hand quickly fastens it’s strokes, granting a soft moan from Joel's lips. He screws his eyes closed, tightly, relishing in the feel of your soft hands gripping him tightly, milking his pleasure.

The sounds of his growls turned whimpers as you bring him closer to his high spur you on with pure determination. You lower your body till your tongue makes contact with his tip, licking around the salty dark red head. Joel’s body jolts slightly, the muscles in his thighs tensing for a moment. You smile to yourself from how sensitive Joel is as you slip his tip past your lips. 

“Fuck…” He quietly whispers.

His chest rises up and down rapidly, and he wills himself to open his eyes so he can see the beauty before him. He swears he nearly comes as he makes eye contact with you, your pretty eyes boring into his own, as you take him deeper into your mouth. His big hand comes up to cup the back of your head, resting gently on your scalp. You moan around him at the sweet, comforting gesture.

You can tell he is holding back the urge to buck his hips and fuck your face, the thought which makes your panties continue to grow wetter. But for now you're glad he is letting you take control, letting you thank him. You grip his length a big tighter and stroke what can’t fit into your mouth faster, letting your head lower till his tip touches the back of your throat. You try to fight back the tears that threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. 

He mutters curse words softly to himself, trying to fight off his nearing orgasm, wanting to feel you hot, wet, perfect mouth around him long as possible, a feeling he could easily get used to, get addicted to. His thumb comes to brush away a stray tear that falls down your blushed cheeks. 

“Fuck…Fuck look so pretty like this darling…taking my fat cock down your throat.”

You can tell he is teetering on the edge as usually quiet Joel is replaced by the Joel who speaks filthy words endlessly into the air.

“Fuck your such a good girl, sucking my cock so damn good for me.”

“You're too good at that sweetheart, sucking the goddamn soul out of me.”

You moan around his cock at his praise, your other hand reaches down to play with his balls.

The combined stimulation is enough to send him over the edge. Joel pants, whines and moans as you work him through his high, eventually pulling away when he hisses from oversensitivity.

Your daydreams are caught short when your boss calls out to you, telling you to go down to storage and get something. You literally shake your head trying to get rid of the dirty fantasies that stain your mind. God forbid anyone could read your mind.

You try and stop thinking about Joel the rest of the shift to which you surprisingly succeed. You do end up with your hand down your pyjama shorts later that night, softly mewing out Joel's name into the quiet late night. Oh how you couldn't wait for another rainy day.

******

[mr-wrestlemania]

Living Legends(Monster Au) Chapter 4 Update

"Rehearsals are over. The Day has finally come. Shawn has to go through with leaving the rockers, but he struggles with navigating his emotions"

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58924921/chapters/170546398

Previous Chapter

Smoke seeped through the window of the Rocker's rental car and left a depressing trail behind them. Shawn could only cope with the silence while high but it still itched at him through his buzz. 

“Do we have a signal yet…?” Shawn sighed. 

Marty tried fiddling with the dial but only static came through the speakers. “Not yet.. We should here soon, I think the last sign said our exit is coming up.” 

“Finally, fuck. I'll listen to anything at this point.” 

“Aww, getting restless?” Marty grinned as he gunned across a few lanes. 

“Maybe-” Shawn jolted as the radio roared to life with the loudest guitar riff possible. The unmistakable vocals of Asia nearly made him piss himself. 

“Shit!! I forgot sorry.” Marty giggled as he lowered the volume. 

“Dickhead.” Shawn flipped him off and leaned back in his seat. 

Marty began to quietly sing along to the song, “The disco hot spots hold no charm for you.~ You can concern yourself with bigger things. You catch a pearl and ride the dragon's wings.” 

His singing was just awful but Shawn couldn't carry a tune either. He smiled while Marty carried on and relished in his sudden burst of energy. “Heaaaat of the moment!!!” Marty wailed, “Shown in your eeeeeyyyyyeeesss.~ And when your looks have gone and you're alone. How many nights you sit beside the phone? What were the things you wanted for yourself? Teenage ambitions, you remember well!” 

They glanced at each other and turned up the volume.

“”It was the heeeaaat of the moment!!!! Telling you what your heart meant! The heat of the moment showed in your eeeyyyes. It was the heat of the moment! The heat of the moment! The heat of the moment showed in your eyes..””

Their singing was terrible but they belted out in the car without a care in the world. The song felt too ironic but Shawn didn't really give it much thought. All he could really think about was that it would be one of the last times they'd be on the road as a team. 

Marty changed the station and exhaled at their burst of singing. “That felt good. You remember what exit we're looking for?” 

Shawn snorted and checked their fold up map, “Uhhh… not A, look for B. Should be right after-” 

“-DAMMIT!” Marty swerved the car, nearly running into a car but made it into the exit land by the skin of his teeth. “Ahaha.. that was close.” 

“Fucks sake Marty..” Shawn leaned forward onto the dashboard, “You almost made me religious for a second..” 

“Sorry.” Marty hummed, “..Uh what street was the hotel on?” 

Shawn rolled eyes as he checked his pocket journal. Maybe he'd miss these moments in the future, but he hoped whoever he traveled with next would be better at directions. 

Their barbershop segment was that night, so the Rockers really only had a few hours to decompress. Marty was hogging the shower and Shawn was busy shaving his chest in front of the mirror. 

“You're probably the hairiest vampire I know.” Marty said through the curtain. 

“I'm probably the only vampire you know besides my family.” Shawn huffed and moved onto his arms. 

“You think Bret is hairier than you, or is that stereotyping him too much?” 

The thought made Shawn sigh through his nose. Yeah he'd seen Bret almost completely nude but Shawn had way more hair than his friend. The irony wasn't lost on him for sure. 

Bret was a lot wider than him, built like a fridge if he had to make a comparison. Their hands weren't that different in size, but Shawn felt his mind start to wander. 

‘What is his mid transformation self like.. Does he lose his cool? Would his animal instincts take over? He did snap at us not long ago.. does that mean a full moon is soon?’

Marty stepped out of the shower and rubbed his hair roughly with his towel. “Shawn? You lost in thought?? Hellooo??” 

Shawn blinked and looked at Marty through the mirror, “I was yeah.” He splashed water on his warm face and sighed. “My turn.” 

The blonde man dumped his towel behind and moved into the vacant shower. Marty sighed when Shawn started the water and sat on the toilet lid. 

“Did thinking about Bret get you that bothered?” Marty hummed, almost monotone. 

“No. It's nothing.” Shawn felt his face heat up, but the hot water certainly wasn't helping. “It just made me think of what he tasted like-” 

“No way. You fed off him?! In which way?? Did Jim catch you?” 

“...Yeah I did. Neither of them know about it though. I didn't bite Bret obviously.” 

Marty snickered, “He'd beat your ass, you're right. Sooo you ate his energy?” 

Shawn furrowed his brows. Marty was trying to paint a picture but he usually wasn't so nosy when Shawn went after women.. 

“Yeah. Just by touching him a little. I didn't feel comfortable kissing him while he was asleep. Why?” 

“Just making sure you were smart about it. To say I'm worried about how you'll sustain yourself after we split is an understatement, brother.” 

“I'll worry about it, you aren't my handler Marty.” Shawn sneered as he scrubbed his skin. 

“Okay okay.” Marty started to fix his hair up and felt a question crawl up his spine. “Shawn? What did he taste like?” 

Silence. 

Shawn lifted his head to feel the hot water run through his scalp like scalding fingers. The taste of Bret’s energy flooded his mouth and it started to water. He quickly swallowed and leaned his back against the wall. 

“Strong. He was so clean, but there was a light bitter taste. I couldn't tell where it came from, but I haven't had many like him.” 

He jerked himself forward to shove his head back under the shower head. 

‘That's why I cant stop thinking about him.. he's still fresh in me. Makes more sense than-’ 

“Well hurry up! We gotta get started on your hair soon.” Marty chirped. 

Shawn took a deep breath and stopped the water. “Right. I'll be out in a minute.” 

Marty exited the bathroom to find his clothes and paused mid stride. 

‘Is this the last time I'll be helping him with his hair…?’ Marty sat down on the edge of their bed to slip on some underwear. 

His chest ached with jealousy but he already let it get out of hand once. The Rocker's last days wouldn't be full of fights, not if Marty could help it. He needed to be better. It just felt all too late.. 

The bus ride to the Superstar set was rather tense for The Rockers. Instead of their matching flamboyant gear, Shawn had a leather jacket on and Marty had casual clothes on. Their eyes hardly met and just darted around to the chaos around them. 

Between Hogan and Randy trying not to kill each other, other baby faces were chatting away. Shawn sighed through his nose. 

‘Wonder if I'll recognize anyone on the heel bus,’ He thought to himself, ‘Not like I could be seen riding with these guys after we officially break up.’ 

Bret had came onto the bus by himself, his face was as glassy as Shawn's. He perked a little, and whistled over at Bret. 

“Wait- Shit I didn't mean that as a dog call-” Shawn almost shrank. 

Bret's glassy eyes cracked while smiling at Shawn. It felt like an inside joke between the two rather than Shawn trying to get under his skin. 

“Well that's not fair, I have no ammo against you y'know.” Bret plopped his gear in the seat in front of the rockers and nodded at Marty. “Today's the day then?” 

“..Yeah.” Marty sighed out his mouth, “I'm kinda nervous actually. You think there will be a medic nearby?” 

Shawn smiled and shrugged, “There usually is. I think.” 

“That's not reassuring.” Marty groaned, “I'll just have to ask before it's go time..” 

Bret raised a brow, “How bad is this breakup gonna be for you to need a medic?” 

“Little wilder than you and Jim's I'd wager.” Shawn stretched, “You'll have to wait and see.” 

“Ohh that's right.” Marty scratched his neck, “So both of you are going into singles then?” 

Bret raised his brows with a smile but it didn’t reach his eyes, “Want me to throw him around for you? As revenge for whatever he's gonna do to you?” 

Shawn scoffed, “What makes you think I'll be the bad guy?” 

“The leather jacket isn't very subtle.” 

Marty nodded, “It's okay Bret. I'll have plenty of chances to do that. Wrestling with Shawn is one thing, but AGAINST him? That could be fun now that I'm thinking about it.” 

“Really? You mean that?” Shawn turned to Marty, trying to figure out if Marty was just bullshitting him. 

“Yeah. Long as I still get to work with you, y'know? Besides, a rivalry could be a good push for us both I guess.” He shrugged. 

“It'll take some getting used to, but it doesn't mean your friendship is over guys. You'll just have to go about it differently in the public eye.” Bret noticed the bus began to move so he sat down. 

The thought of their rehearsals made Shawn's mind race. He glanced at Marty, who was humming away idly. The adrenaline was also pumping through Shawn’s undead heart and crawling under his skin. He swallowed and restlessly gripped his pants. 

“So the rumors are true? They're breaking up?” The rowdy piper was getting his ring gear on with Bret nearby. 

Bret shrugged, “Seems like it. Shawn's been too nervous to talk about it very much. They're doing the final shoot for their segment at the barbershop I think.” 

Roddy laughed and shut his locker. “About time. It'll be interesting to see who sinks and who floats.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bret looked over his shoulder. 

“Bret, there's a certain…way tag teams work. You should know, after all. One member rises up, carves a legacy for himself. The other just can't keep up. He doesn't have what it takes and fades into the background .” Roddy shrugged his shoulders and fastened his kilt. “Makes us wonder which one you'll be, kid.” 

Bret looked at the same corner in the locker room Roddy stared at and Shawn's blonde hair peeked out from the side of a locker. His body looked rigid and stiff.

“Roddy cut that shit out!” He moved over to see Shawn with his back against the locker. “Hey, don't let him in your head. I doubt it'll actually happen to you bud.” 

“If not him, then you better be ready to watch your pal Marty drown.” Roddy hummed, “Is that what you want? To pay for the chance to be like us?”

Shawn tugged on the sleeves of his leather jacket and his eyes darted away. He sucked in air through his nose and glared back, “You'll see. I'm never going back to some Joe Schmoe promotion.” 

Shawn's reaction made Roddy seem happier than ever. His silver tongue made it all too easy. He hummed, “We'll be watching, just like everyone out there. Give it your all!” He laughed as he left the locker room.

Bret looked at his friend and shook his head, “Don't let him get to you, I mean it. It's kind of his thing to get under people's skin.. it's not as dramatic as he's making it out to be-” 

“-Yeah? Really Bret? Where's Jim?” Shawn put his hands on his hips. 

Bret tried to loosen his shoulders,“...Some things are out of our control. It doesn't mean-” 

Shawn had to take another breath and turned away from Bret. 

As Shawn started to walk out, Bret stopped him by patting his shoulder, “Hey. Keep your head screwed on, okay? You've got this.” 

“..Thanks. I’m sorry I- I know the thing with Jim is still fresh..” Shawn's jaw loosened a little.

“I know.” Bret shook his head, “He’ll be fine and so will you. I know you’re just a little wound up and you don’t mean it.”

“God you’re such a saint.” Shawn chuckled, “You better watch the promo, promise?” Bret chuckled, “Alright. Deal. Knock em dead.” 

The encounter with Roddy was strange for Shawn. Not long ago, The Piper suggested Shawn could be a solo talent, and then started to question if he'd even make it??? Shawn rubbed the center of his chest to ease the tension. 

Brutus Beefcake walked over and noticed how tense Shawn was. “Want a water?” 

“Thanks. Are my nerves that obvious?” He chugged the bottle halfway and set it aside.

“Kind of? I know it's a huge change for you kid but trust me those jitters will be adrenaline when we're wrapping up.” Brutus chuckled, his energy was infectious, even if Shawn’s anxiety was through the roof. 

“Man I hope you're right-” 

“MJ in the ho-woouuse!!!” Marty hooted as he entered the backstage area. “Sorry you waited on me. Had to make sure my hair was perfect. Needs to bounce when you kick me, whaddya think?” 

The dread of their fates faded from his mind as Marty bounced around. For all his faults, the brunette did know how to take the tension out of any situation. 

“It looks perfect, Marty.” Shawn's smile was bittersweet. 

Marty met Shawn's gaze and returned the soft grin, “We can get sappy afterwards, okay? If you start crying there's no stopping me and you're such a damn crybaby-” 

“Oh fuck off man.” Shawn rolled his eyes as he laughed. 

“Places everyone! We're about to start!” 

His chest started to tighten again as he was ushered off camera. He looked back at Marty and Brutus and stood as still as he could. Marty soon joined him and nudged him. 

They had to be quiet, but their eyes did the talking. The crowd roaring for Brutus hardly phased them. 

‘I'm sorry.’ Shawn tried to say with a glance. 

Marty broke away as he heard Brutus call for them. 

“Let's welcome them now!! The Rockers!!!” 

On cue, they strolled out to their theme music. Marty wore a red t shirt tucked into his pants and Shawn wore black pants and a leather jacket. 

He could smell the audience's curiosity about the segment but had to hone back in on the others. No distractions. Stay in character. 

Shawn's stance changed as he looked around with a smirk. Marty waved at the fans as Brutus grabbed his microphone. 

“Recently there's been a lot of controversy, a lot of rumors going on about you guys. Its even right here in the World Wrestling Federation's pages of this magazine.” Brutus pulled out a magazine that featured the two on separate pages. 

Shawn hardly remembered the article, but he looked damn good in that photoshoot. He remained aloof and had his hands on his hips and a distant look in his eyes.

“They're saying you guys might break up, you're having some problems.. I wanted to get yall out here on the barbershop so we can talk about this thing and get it all straightened out. Once and for all.”

Shawn stepped forward, “Let me tell you something Beefcake, there's no doubt that The Rockers are without a doubt, the tightest team in the World Wrestling Federation. I know the rumors have been flying but I assure you as the captain of this team; the guy that has put all of this together-” 

Marty looked around, realistically looking irritated. Part of Shawn did believe he carried Marty and Marty knew. It made his skin itch hot. 

“-That there are no problems with The Rockers, Whatsoever. I can assure you-” 

Marty held his hand out and almost had it close to Shawn's neck but grabbed the mic instead. “Hold on, let's get one thing Shawn, we're not gonna come out here and lie to the people. Everyone knows that there is friction between The Rockers. We're gonna straighten it out, tonight.” 

“First of all. Listen to yourself. A captain of the rockers?” Marty shook his head, “Nobody ever picked a captain for this team, because we did everything together! Lets take it a few weeks back actually. We lost a match because I went for the tag, and you were busy outside the ring. Flirting with the girls in the audience actually.” 

Shawn grinned and shrugged as he swayed side to side, “What do you want from me? Chicks dig me. 

“That's fine.” Marty's voice dropped enough to make Shawn finally look at him, “What about that other match we had where I was on top of-” 

Marty got cut off by Shawn getting a little closer, his brows furrowed in the audacity of his words. “Now hold on a second, are you just putting the blame on me? Did we come out here to just shoot the blame back and forth?” 

Shawn snickered, “Fine. Lets do that. Here I am, wrestling Rick Flair , something you have never done.” He wagged a finger in Martys face. He could tell it still hurt Marty underneath the persona, but in that moment it only made things taste better. “And I'm going to give him the wrestling lesson of his life. But then here you come..to save the day.” 

He gestured towards a monitor that showed footage of Marty sabotaging his match by rolling him back into the ring. 

“First of all Shawn, I wasn't out there to save the day. I was out there because you hit your head on the railing. I was concerned for you . Your wellbeing! I was-” 

Shawn just chuckled and leaned back in, “Your concern for my well being? Did somewhere down the line, I tell you that I needed help? I don't remember.” 

Marty shook his head, “Take a listen to yourself man, I don’t know what's going on in your head.. For a long time we’ve stuck together through thick and thin. We’ve watched each other’s backs but now I don’t know where you’re coming from anymore.” He pointed to Shawn’s head, “I don’t know what's going on in there anymore with Shawn Michaels. But I know one thing. I want this thing to work with the Rockers.” 

He gestured towards his partner and the crowd, “Together, we can make it to the top, but it's up to you Shawn Michaels. It's up to you, do you want it? I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to turn my back to you right now. And if you want to go on your own, then walk off and leave. If you wanna stick together and make this thing work, when I turn around we’re gonna shake hands and we’re gonna rock and roll. Just like the Rockers can do. 

The stare between them made the air feel as heavy as a wet bamboo pillow. Brutus took a step back as Marty turned his back to Shawn. The audience yelled in anticipation for what Shawn would do and Shawn could smell their anxiety…their tantalizing captivation. It fueled him to step toward Marty and force him to turn around. Marty blinked rapidly at Shawn, watching his every move but finally smiled when a hand was held out toward him. Marty tightly grabbed Shawn’s hand and raised it with his own as he hooted toward the crowd. A grin as wide as the Mississippi river was on Marty’s face but Shawn only had a grin. It hardly matched Marty’s energy and was meant to be an omen for eagle eyed viewers. Shawn’s gaze returned to Marty and in a matter of seconds he let go of Marty’s hand. Before Marty could react, Shawn kicked Marty in the jaw so hard he fell backwards into the barbershop wall. 

This was it. He could finally let go. He could be free. But he needed to make sure the audience never forgot that. 

He lifted Marty to his feet by his hair and dragged him to the barbershop window as the announcers yelled in confusion. Marty glanced up at Shawn, almost pleading to know what was going on behind his cold eyes. Shawn didn’t even glance down as he launched Marty through the glass. The glass exploded, slicing Marty up and he dangled there in the windowsill lifelessly. Stars clouded his vision but he could hear the confusion of the crowd faintly. Shawn finally had a grin wider than Marty’s and left Marty to Brutus. He stepped toward the crowd and picked up the magazine featuring the two of them on separate pages. He briefly looked at it and his eyes flicked back up at the crowd. “It'll be interesting to see who sinks and who floats.” The Piper’s words echoed in Shawn’s ears.

His skin burned hot and he ripped the pages in half. Marty's page fell behind him like the crumbled remains of his partner on the floor. The smell of blood made Shawn sigh happily and he tapped his page with confidence in front of the crowd before walking off the stage. 

Blood. Rage. Confusion . Heartbreak.

All of them filled Shawn’s chest like a breath of fresh air…and man did it feel like he shot something divine into his veins. No longer The Rocker. He could FINALLY grow into his own. 

That breath was halted as Marty was rushed past to see a medic. A twinge of guilt tried to crawl up Shawn like some gross insect. Sure the window part was improvised, but Marty would understand. He had to if he wanted to survive in the business solo. He sauntered backstage, surprised to see a few wrestlers watching on the tvs. One of them was Roddy Piper. He met Shawn’s eyes and pushed past the others who were still in shock. “I’ll eat my words, you made it a good show.” Piper clasped Shawn’s hand in respect and pulled it back just as quickly as he held it out. “Now you’re in dangerous waters, kid. There’s more than one monster that swims out here…so try not to get eaten.” Shawn blinked and stepped back from the veteran. “What are you-” The Piper’s eyes blinked the wrong way as he walked away with a smirk on his face. Nobody else seemed to notice, they were still at awe at what Shawn did to Marty.  Some pat him on the back to congratulate him, others just kind of gave a nod as he walked past. He didn’t care how any of them felt about him. He needed to get somewhere more private. He pushed past a few people and finally made it to the locker room and threw off his leather jacket to let his skin breathe. Sweat rolled down the side of his face and dropped to the concrete floor in eerie silence. He closed his eyes and listened to the rhythmic ticking of the clock above his head. His undead heart beat slower and slower with each passing tick. When he finally opened his eyes he nearly fell over at a random jobber standing too close to his bench. “The fuck man?! What do you want?” Shawn wiped his face and glared at the stranger. “Sorry! Sorry.. I was wondering if you knew where Jenetty was?” Shawn rolled his eyes, “With the medics.” Even when he had severed all ties with Marty, he was still stuck being his keeper. “What a joke..” He mumbled. “Sorry to bother you..” The jobber stepped away, leaving a faint scent of- “Salt..?” Shawn sat up a little, glancing at the bag the jobber carried with him. 

“Shawn? There you are.. Been looking for you.” Bret pushed past the jobber and sighed, “You were great out there, but the higher ups were slightly concerned about-” Shawn groaned and leaned back again, “Let me guess, was it too bloody? Too off script?” “No, far from it. It’s just that Marty’s horns were seen when he was being wheeled back here. It shouldn’t come up on tv, so we should be safe but-” Bret’s words faded into the background while Shawn’s heart began to beat faster than ever before. “What- Who else saw him??? Nobody should have..” “A few of the guys I think. Taker talked to a few of them but one of them walked off. Don’t remember seeing that guy around here before either.” Shawn shot up onto his feet and looked at Bret with panic in his eyes, “Did he have curly hair? Carry a bag..smell like salt?” “Salt..?” Bret trailed off as his eyes widened, “Shit.” “MARTY!!” Shawn ran out of the locker room with inhuman levels of speed. 

“Shawn!! Wait up!!” Bret yelled back as he chased after him through the locker room and into the backstage area. 

Shawn wanted their era of The Rockers to end. 

But not like this.

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Night Ride (Hori x Fem Readers)

A/N: hiii. Eribin here. Please bear with my English. It's not perfect, I know but I made this with love. LOL. THIS IS JUST A FICTION. SEPARATE THIS FROM REALITY.

Wc: 910 words

Genre: fluff

Y/N's POV

I was halfway between debating whether to grab a midnight snack or just sleep off my hunger when my phone vibrated.

Hori: Ride bike?

I stared at the message, then at the clock. 11:43 PM. Seriously?

I sighed, but a small smile tugged at my lips. This wasn’t new. Hori had a habit of texting me at odd hours, asking if I wanted to go for a ride. No explanations, no overthinking.. just a simple invitation.

And I always said yes.

Me: It’s late.

Hori: And?

Typical.

I rolled my eyes but already knew I was going.

Me: Give me 5 minutes.

When I stepped outside, Hori was already there, leaning against his bike, scrolling through his phone like he hadn’t just summoned me from my cozy bed. He glanced up when he heard my door close, his face unreadable as always.

"You took six minutes" he said.

I scoffed. "Wow. So impatient."

He smirked, while pocketing his phone. "Just saying."

I hopped onto my bike, matching his pace as we started pedaling through the streets. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from earlier. The streetlights flickered as we rode past, our shadows stretching and shrinking on the pavement.

It was peaceful. It always was.

"Any reason for the late ride?"  I asked after a while.

He shrugged, hands loose on the handlebars. "Just felt like it."

That was always his answer. No deep meaning, no long explanation. He wanted to go, so he did.

"You never get bored of this?" I asked, tilting my head.

Hori shot me a sidelong glance. "Do you?"

I thought about it.. the cool wind, the quiet streets, the way my heart always felt a little lighter whenever we rode together.

"No.." I admitted. "Never."

He didn’t respond right away, but I caught the way his lips twitched upward for half a second before he turned away. That makes me happy. And I know why..

Eventually, we stopped at a small convenience store.. our usual routine. Ride, snack break, ride some more.

I grabbed a drink and a small bag of chips and candies while Hori, being the simple person he was, just got a bottle of water. At the counter, I nudged him.

"Want me to pay for your water? I’ll be nice."

He snorted. "I got it."

"Wow. Rejecting my generosity."

"You bought, like, five snacks" he pointed out while looking at my snacks "I think you need your money more than I do."

I gasped. "How dare you."

Hori smirked, paying for his water before heading outside. I followed, shaking my head as I opened my drink.

We sat on the bench outside, the night air cooler now, the streets quiet except for the occasional passing car. I stretched my legs out, glancing at Hori.

"Hey... Do you remember how we met?" I suddenly asked him out of nowhere

Hori took a sip of his water, then sighed. "Unfortunately, yes."

I burst out laughing. "Hahahaha Come on, it wasn’t that bad."

He turned to me with a deadpan look. "You crashed into me. At full speed."

I covered my mouth to stop my laugh "Okay, in my defense, you were standing in the middle of the bike lane!"

"I was checking my phone! Like a normal person!" he argued. 

"You were standing in a bike lane!"

"And you weren’t even looking ahead!"

I groaned, covering my face. "Fine, okay! I was distracted!"

Hori crossed his arms. "What were you even looking at?"

I hesitated, then muttered, "A dog."

Hori blinked. "What?"

"There was a dog!" I waved my hands. "It was really cute! And fluffy! And it had those tiny little legs, you know, the ones that make them waddle when they walk? And I got distracted and—"

"And crashed right into me" Hori finished flatly.

I winced. "Yeah."

He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "I was on the ground for, like, two minutes."

"You were being dramatic" I accused.

"I saw stars, Y/N."

I snorted. "You're over reacting!"

"You knocked the air out of me!"

At that, I fully burst out laughing, unable to stop the mental replay of the moment. One second, he had been standing there, completely unaware, and the next—bam. Full collision. 

Hori let out a long-suffering sigh but didn’t stop the small grin that tugged at his lips.

"You owe me for that, you know" he muttered.

"Oh? And what exactly do I owe you?"

Hori leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky. "Dunno. Free snacks for life?"

I gasped. "Absolutely not."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

For a moment, we just sat there, the quiet hum of the night surrounding us. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, watching as the streetlight cast a soft glow on his face. He looks good. Really.

Hori was always like this.. never saying too much, never asking for more than what was given. We never talked about what we were, or what we could be. But I knew.

And maybe he did too.

"It’s nice" he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

I turned to him, confused. "Huh?"

"Just… being around you" he said simply. "It’s nice."

For a second, I forgot how to breathe.

I could’ve made a joke. I could’ve teased him. But instead, I just smiled, taking another sip of my drink.

"Yeah... It is."  I murmured

Hori didn’t say anything else, but he didn’t need to.

Because sometimes, just being here, together, was enough.

--- THE END

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DOWN BY THE WATER BY AL BRUNO III

And now the storm has left the beach deserted, and the ocean crashes and roars against the surf. I am alone and covered with blood. Standing on the slowly retreating waterline, I watch for the first signs of sunrise. I'm waiting. I've been waiting so long.

But Ophelia said she'd be here.

She promised.

*

It had taken four hours of driving to reach Cape Cod. It was me, my mother and father, and my brother Leon, who was a year and a half older than me, the darling daughter. Ordinarily, my father celebrated his son's victories with men-only trips to New York City or Lake George. But since his beloved all-star was heading off to college in the fall, he decided it would be a family affair.

No matter how much I'd tried to weasel out of it, father still made me go. It wasn't because they were worried about me getting into some kind of trouble; it was simply an unspoken rule in the Sweet family that I never got what I wanted.

An hour into the trip, Leon started ragging on me, making snide remarks about my grades, my waistline, and my therapist, then waving his scholarship under my nose. I ignored it for as long as I could, but my Walkman's batteries died as we passed through Sturbridge, Massachusetts, so I decided that would be the perfect time to bring up his DUI. All Hell broke loose in the car; it got so bad that we had to pull over so my father could tell me in no uncertain terms that I was seventeen and I needed to grow up and get my head on straight.

As always, mother tried to be the peacemaker and failed miserably.

The rest of the car ride was icily quiet, except for the music on the radio, but father started to perk up as he got closer to the cabin. He was so proud of the deal he'd gotten.

We turned left on a street called Patti Page Way onto a long dirt driveway. Once we reached the cabin, we understood it hadn't been a deal at all; it had been a robbery. The outside of the cabin was a wreck, with peeling paint, a sagging porch, and a crooked hanging bench. Tiles were missing from the red roof, and the windows were cracked and covered in grime.

It looked like it should have been condemned, not rented out. My mother and I said we should double back and find a hotel, but my father, of course, would have none of it. "It's already paid for! Non-refundable! You're not even giving it a chance. Let's look inside."

The inside of the cabin wasn't nearly as bad, but it was obvious it hadn't been cleaned in a while. There was a layer of dust on the worn-out furniture, and cobwebs adorned the corners of the room. My mother went to the bedrooms to check for bedbugs or worse and returned with a nod of reluctant approval.

"See?" my father said, "It's not so bad, and besides, after you girls clean it up a little..."

"Us girls?" I dropped my bags on the floor. "I thought this was a family vacation."

Leon rolled his eyes, and my father looked ready to turn purple. mother tried to get in the middle, "What she meant was that we didn't come all this way just-"

"Oh, I know what she meant all right." My father looked right over mother and glared at me. I could feel the 'I work all day speech' coming.

He said, ”I work all day so you and your Goddamn mother can have nice things, and all you give me is grief."

"It's not fair," I said.

"Honey, maybe if we worked together..." mother began, but she stopped talking when my father's glare turned her way.

With that, Leon and my father announced they were going to the store to get pizza and beer. But of course, my father couldn't leave without one last barb at me, "Besides, a little work might help you slim down a little."

Leon laughed. ”You hear that Chubbs?”

Face contorted with rage, I stormed out of that rat-hole cabin, shouting, "That's not my name!" If anyone called out after me, I didn't hear. I ran to the beach, determined not to let them see me cry.

I'd never seen the ocean, except for movies and TV.  It was huge, stretching across the horizon. Looking at it made me feel small, but I didn't mind. My science teacher had told me that the oceans were the first things the Earth created. They would probably be the last things to go.There were big ugly seagulls everywhere and tiny, nervous-looking birds that divided most of their time between sifting in the mud and running in terror at the slightest motion. Small shells cracked under my feet. Slipping off my shoes, I waded into the surf, feeling the waves brushing against and around my legs.

As I waded through the water, I saw my reflection. For as long as I can remember, I've despised what I saw staring back at me. My weight, the constant burden I carried, distorted my image, making me appear older than my years. I had battled with it for as long as I could remember, dieting on and off since I was eight years old, yet nothing seemed to make a difference. Two years ago, someone mistook me for Leon's mother, and that was the moment I mostly gave up trying to change. Still, despite my aversion, I could not look away as I watched how the ripples in the water pulled me apart and pieced me back together again.

It was like I was hypnotized. I walked along the water's edge, not glancing up until distant voices startled me. That's when I realized it was twilight, and the ocean had turned a bruised purple color.

When I got back to the cabin, I found my mother nearly in tears, "Where were you? We were worried sick! We almost called the police."

"I'm sorry," I said.

Leon and my father were sitting at the rickety table, a plate of chicken bones in front of each of them. My father stood up and approached me. His breath was sour, and there were shreds of chicken in his teeth. "Are you trying to ruin this vacation?"

"Look, I just-"

"You're miserable and ungrateful, and I won't stand for it," He poked me in the chest, just hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to leave a mark, "You are gonna shape up and fly right? Do you hear me?"

Leon rolled his eyes, "Oh, like she'll ever get in shape."

mother hushed him but let my father continue his performance. He said, "I didn't bring you up here so you could screw around and do whatever you want to do! We are here to vacation as a family!"

"I'm..." the words stung my mouth, "I'm sorry."

He smiled with satisfaction and gestured to the table, "I didn't like the looks of the pizza place, so we got some Kentucky Fried Chicken. I got you a large meal."

He turned to go outside and have a smoke, Leon tagged along after him. mother busied herself cleaning up while I ate all the food my father had brought, hating myself with every bite.

*

Despite being warned we were going on a deep-sea fishing trip, no one was ready for my father shouting and bullying us all awake more than an hour before sunrise. My mother was barely awake, but he was already ordering her and me to make breakfast. I didn't mind helping, but I did mind that Leon didn't have to lift a finger.

One sloppily made breakfast later, we were in the car making our way to the marina. Leon was in the front seat listening to my father's stories about the deep sea fishing expeditions he had gone on as a single man in the Navy. My mother’s gaze shifted down to her lap when he said those had been the best days of his life.

Leon asked about the ship, and my father began to explain the difference between a regular yacht and a sport fishing yacht but suddenly I realized something.

"Dad, we have to go back," I said, "I forgot my jacket."

"So?" He said.

"You said it would be freezing."

"And I said not to forget anything." he shrugged. He actually picked up speed as he maneuvered the car onto the interstate. Ten years ago, he'd told me I was his princess and he would do anything for me.

My mother piped up, "It's not such a bother, is it? We don't want her to catch cold."

"No."

"That's all right," she patted my arm, "We'll just buy you a jacket when we get to the marina. They must have a gift shop around there."

"We are not buying her a goddamn thing," my father said.

"Good thing she's got all that blubber to protect her," Leon said in a stage whisper.

"Ginny, Let me handle this," my father said. "Maybe she wouldn't be such a brat if she had to deal with some consequences once in a while."

"Oh," I said, "like your son had to deal with his consequences? How much did you spend to keep him out of jail?"

The answer was a lot. My father had moved Heaven and Earth to protect Leon and his 'promising future.' It had hurt our family financially and socially, and he had forbidden any of us to talk about it. But at moments like this, I was glad to bring it up; it felt good to remind them that the Boy Wonder had feet of clay.

"God damn it!" He pounded his fist on the steering wheel, "Can you not be a bitch for five minutes?"

"I don't know," My reply was lightning fast, so fast that I didn't realize the words had come from my mouth, "Can you not be a bastard?"

The brakes squealed as my father swerved us onto the shoulder. My mother gasped, and my brother snickered; a line had been crossed, but so many lines had been crossed over the last few years. I barely cared anymore. All I could think to myself was how we used to be a family. What happened to us?

He unbuckled himself and turned around in his seat, "You think you can talk to me like that? All this over a damn coat."

"Yes." I said, "Over a coat!"

"That's it." He said, and I flinched instinctively, "You're grounded."

"Grounded?"

We sped back to the cabin, and with every twist and turn of the wheel, my mother and brother grew more and more worried that my father was going to send us plowing into a tree or a ditch.

Finally, we arrived back at the cabin, and my father slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Without a word, he shifted into park and turned off the engine. We all sat there in silence, waiting for his next move.

My father turned to face me, "Get out.” He pointed towards the cabin's front door. "Go to your room and stay there until we get back."

I started to speak, but my mother shushed me, "Just do what he says. Please don't make any more trouble."

"We're gonna be late," Leon said.

I sighed and stepped out of the car onto the dusty gravel driveway. My family drove away. They left me behind. The sound of their departure echoed in my ears. I trudged up to the front door, wondering if any of them had spared me a backward glance.

When I was alone in the cabin, I did not go straight to my room; I plopped down on the couch. I had been looking forward to today; I had been so excited at the thought of being out on the ocean so far out on the ocean, that the shore would be just a memory. I had been so excited that I had forgotten my jacket. Now I could see it across the room, slung over the arm of the recliner. The sight of it made me bury my face in my hands. I stayed that way for a long time. Then I went to my temporary bedroom like a good girl and hated myself for it.

With nothing else to do, I napped and listened to my Walkman going through every one of the Police's albums, from Outlandos d'Amour to Synchronicity.

It was just a little while after lunch when the calls began. I answered immediately, thinking it was my parents checking up on me somehow. "Hello?"

I heard a man’s voice ask, "Is she there?” He was weeping. "Who is this?" I asked.

"Who is this?"

"I think you have the wrong number," I said.

“Ophelia is it you?"

I hung up the phone with a grimace, imagining some idiot with a fake number from a bimbo who'd flashed them a polite smile at first or some fake affection at best. Better them than me. I started to go back to my room when the phone rang again. I waited for whoever was on the other line to give up. Ten rings later, I answered. "Hello?"

"Ophelia?" They blubbered.

"That's not my name," I said, "Please stop calling."

"You sound like her."

“I’m not her. I’m nobody.”

The voice became even more desperate and pleading, "I've waited for so long."

I put the receiver back down again.

They called back almost instantly; this time I let the phone ring, put on my Walkman, and cranked the volume all the way up. I tried to let the music transport me to a place far away from the cabin, from that phone call, from my family. ‘Message In A Bottle’ filled my ears and I imagined myself somewhere far far away.

But the ringing persisted. I heard it going on and on in the silence between one song and another. It made me feel uneasy with questions. Finally, inevitably, I ripped off the earphones and picked up the phone again. "Look, I told you already, you have the wrong number," I said.

“I did everything you asked.” The voice on the other end of the line trembled, “I’ve been waiting for so long."

"Please." I pleaded, “stop bothering me."

"I need to see you." He said, "I'm coming to see you now."

"You don't even know-"

"328 Patti Page Way." The stranger started weeping again, "Don't you remember? We walked from the cabin to the beach and held hands at the promontory."

My stomach dropped. I quickly ended the call and retreated back to my room. After a few panicked moments, I put the chair in front of the door. How did they know where I was? I envisioned a local Romeo bewitched by a visiting Juliet. Now Juliet was long gone and Romeo was heartbroken. And where did that leave me?

Alone and defenseless with my family miles away. I hated myself for arguing over a stupid jacket. Was it really worth it? Arguing with people who would never let me win? Why couldn't I just grin and bear it?

The hours dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. I was terrified and bored; I didn't dare put my headphones back on, so I listened. Every creak and groan of the cabin seemed to taunt me. My nerves were shot as I waited for something, anything, to happen. Was the caller all talk and no action, or would some maniac break down the front door in search of his lost Ophelia?

A dozen forevers later, I heard the family car pulling up outside. Relief made me feel weak, but I still managed to un-baracade myself from my room and meet them at the door. My family looked sunburnt and exhausted; when I hugged my father, he reeked of salt and sweat, but I didn't care one damn bit. "Looks like someone learned their lesson."

There was a long pause before he reluctantly hugged me back. My mother entered the cabin holding up the bag of fast food she had gotten for me. When my brother passed my field of vision, he gave me a smirk . I didn’t care. I didn't argue; I just didn't want to be alone and afraid anymore.

*

That night, as I scarfed down my burger, I told them about the creep on the phone. My mother was horrified and said I should have called the police; my brother rolled his eyes and said I should have just left the phone off the receiver, and my father told me next time, I should grab a steak knife before I went into hiding. That night, I couldn't sleep well. The sound of the ocean was louder than usual, making me feel restless.

The next morning my mother said she wanted us all to go to the beach as a family. My father agreed with a grunt. Leon asked if he could call his friends from a few days ago and have them meet us there. My parents were fine with that.As soon as my brother was off the phone, we grabbed our cooler, beach chairs, and towels. We walked the short distance to the shore. The ocean was just as beautiful before. Sunlight danced upon the waves, creating a breathtaking display of shimmering light. I wanted to stare but instead helped my family find a spot and set up our little beach camp. My brother Leon, ignoring our mother's protests that we had just arrived, went off in search of his friends. I told my parents I wanted to go for a swim, and my father told me to be careful. My mother looked me over and asked why I wasn't wearing the nice new bathing suit she had gotten for me. I didn't really want to go into the water in shorts and a T-shirt, did I?

I explained that I was wearing the pale pink one-piece bathing suit she had bought me- under my t-shirt and shorts. That led to an argument that was as gentle as it was relentless; my mother won out, and I stripped out of my shorts and t-shirt. My father scowled at me and looked away. The salty breeze whipped at my hair, and as I waded into the cold water. Slowly, I let myself sink into the sea, allowing my body to float on its surface. The vastness of the ocean made my insecurity and anger seem insignificatant.

Looking back to the beach, I saw Leon returning with a small group of new friends: two girls and two guys. They introduced themselves to my parents. Then they stripped out of their street clothes, revealing bathing suits beneath. One of the girls wore a swimsuit exactly like the one from the Christie Brinkley poster. My father did not look away from her. An incoming wave lifted me up and dropped me back down again. When I looked back, they were running into the surf, laughing and splashing each other."

There was no way I wanted to share my part of the ocean with them. So I picked a direction and started to swim, my limbs moving with practiced ease. I had always been a good swimmer, but everything changed when I turned twelve and started to gain weight. Despite being an athletic kid, I began overeating in seventh grade. Our house had always been full of snacks, but suddenly, I couldn’t keep my hands off them. I don’t know what changed, but everyone else seemed to have an opinion about it and each one was worse than the last.

Mindful of the riptides, I kept the beach to my left as I swam. I saw volleyball players, solitary people reading, women sunbathing, children playing, strangers all of them but I knew if they saw me they would snicker and make snide remarks.

After a while, longer than I expected, my muscles began to ache, and fatigue set in. It was time to return to land and rest. Maybe I would walk back or maybe just sit on the sand for a while. In the distance, I  noticed a formation of rocks jutting out from the water's surface. It was wide enough for three people to walk along and stretched all the way back to the beach. As I swam closer, I saw it rose about five feet above the waves. The closer I got, the rougher the ocean became, pushing me towards the rocks. I struggled to maintain control, but the relentless waves made keeping my head above water difficult. Salt water filled my mouth, and I collided with the ugly crag with bruising force.

I floated there for a few minutes, clinging to the rock formation. Finding a sturdy handhold, I began to climb, my tired muscles groaning with effort. Finally, I pushed myself up and lay flat on my back, staring at the sky and the gulls. I concentrated on nothing more than catching my breath.

What would have happened if I had drowned? If the angry tide had smashed me against the rocks with fatal force? Would my family even care? Or would they be relieved? Would they make jokes as they searched for a  Plus-Size coffin?

I shut my eyes tightly and kept them closed until I heard a splashing noise nearby. Then, I sat upright and let my feet dangle over the edge of the rocky outcrop. The water was further below now, and I couldn't help but wonder how much time had passed while I lay there, blind to the world.

There was another splashing sound, and then her body broke the surface of the water below me; I hadn't seen anyone swimming there. Her hair was dark, and her face belonged on the cover of a beauty magazine. She was wearing nothing but a white blouse that was two sizes too large for her. The wet fabric revealed a body like something out of Leon's wet dreams. I wanted to grab one of the loose rocks nearby and drop it on her.

She scaled the jagged rocks with the fluid grace of a seal emerging from the water. Our eyes met, and she flashed a smile. "I didn't see you up there.” Dark hair clung to her skin, droplets of water trailing down her face. “I hope I'm not bothering you.”

I shrugged. "It's a free country." Then, with a hint of sarcasm, I added, "Couldn't afford a swimsuit?”

Her smile turned playful. "I have everything I need."

"I bet you do." The bitterness in my voice surprised me, and a twinge of guilt followed. What had she ever done to deserve that? Attempting to recover, I asked, "Uhm, do you like the beach?”

"I love the ocean," she fiddled with the wet fabric covering her torso, pulling it away from her skin only to have it settle back into place just as translucent as before. I got a strange feeling she was doing it for my benefit. "Unknowable, Uncontrollable. And deeper than any of us could imagine."

"That's pretty poetic."

"You have such serious eyes," She said. "Tell me your name."

I did. Then she moved closer, her face even with mine. Her smile became strange. She leaned in close, I thought she was going to say something, perhaps share a secret, but instead, she kissed me. Electric shocks ran through me. I felt numb. I felt sick. I felt warm all over.

The kiss broke. "Who are you?" I breathed.

Before she dove off the rock pier, she uttered just one word: "Ophelia." The name caught me off guard. I was still in shock from our kiss and didn't even hear the splash when she hit the water.

Scrambling drunkenly to my feet I raced back to my parents, the hot sand of the beach burning my feet, the taste of seawater heavy in my mouth, the cool breeze wafting off the ocean making me shiver. Or maybe it was something else making me shiver. I found my family packing up; my mother asked where I had been, and my father demanded to know what I had been up to. I made an excuse about riptides and losing track of where I was, and they believed it. All the while, Leon and his friends watched me and shared conspiratorial grins. On the walk back to the cabin, the girl in the Christie Brinkley swimsuit said, "Your brother told us all about you."

I was about to say something sarcastic when one of the guys said, “Why are you wearing lipstick?"

That stopped me dead in my tracks. I realized the taste in my mouth that I had taken to be seawater was something else. When I touched my lips with my fingers they came back stained red. When had I bitten my lip?

*

A noise outside the cabin startled me awake. I went to my cracked bedroom window and peered out into the darkness. I didn’t know how late at night it was but sunrise must have been hours away. The noise was like whispering; it wasn’t just one voice but several. Yet, even as that thought occurred, uncertainty crept in—were they really voices? Somehow, I just wasn’t sure. What I was sure of was that, somehow, the sounds were familiar to me, like something out of a dream.

I needed to know what it was. So I quickly threw on the clothes I had worn the day before and quietly made my way to the front door, careful not to wake anyone else in the cabin. There were no stars or moon, just the shadowy outline of low-hanging clouds. As I stepped onto the porch I nearly stumbled over the empty cooler that had been left behind by my parents. There was a sickening moment when I thought I was going to fall flat on my face, but I caught myself on the railing.

The air was warm and thick. Without thinking, I stepped off the porch and began to follow the sound of the whispers that were not whispers. My steps were cautious and shuffling as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Gradually, I  realized I was making my way along the familiar path to the beach.

The ocean was a mirror of the starless sky; I knew it was there only by the salty breeze and the rumbling crash of the waves. The sound of waves was so loud that it drowned out the whispers, but they were still there. I closed my eyes, trading one darkness for another, and tried to orient myself to the sound. I was sure it was somewhere to the east, but before I could follow it, I heard a familiar voice. It was the stranger from the phone, "Ophelia!"

My heart began to pound in my chest; sick with fear, I spun in place, looking for him, but I might as well have had my eyes closed.

"Ophelia!"

A figure emerged from the blackness, the outline of a man shuffling along the shore. His shoulders were hunched. I could imagine the tears running down his face, the gaunt face looking far older than the body that carried it. “You said you’d be here,” he said, his voice fading into the sound of the ocean, “You promised.”

Certain he believed he was alone, I began to back away slowly. I didn't dare run. With every step, I feared he would notice me and, despite my very different shape, mistake me for Ophelia. What was it I'd heard my father say to Leon? Something about every woman being the same in the dark.

The not-quite whispers were closer now. I followed the sound until I found myself where the rocky outcropping that had nearly killed me met the beach.

Fear and curiosity drove me to make my way along the ugly crag; water lapped at my feet, numbing them almost immediately. More, by instinct than anything else, I stopped at the edge of the outcrop. The waves were knee-level now, splashing against me relentlessly, trying to push me back. There was inky blackness all around me.

The whispering chorus stopped just as suddenly as it had begun. Impossibily the sound of the waves also vanished and I stood there unmoving, unseeing and unhearing. It made me remember that when I was a little girl, this is what I had imagined being dead felt like.

"I found you!" The sound of the stranger's voice jolted me. He was close behind me, a fast-approaching shadow. Panicked, I ran blindly and blundered over the side of the rock formation into the dark water.

Cold oblivion consumed me.*

I regained consciousness in a cave lit by unseen candles. Strange symbols adorned the walls, and the air was heavy with the scent of saltwater and decay. As my vision adjusted, I saw slender, ethereal shapes moving in the shadows, tending to something—an ugly silhouette that thrashed and gurgled.

A familiar figure loomed over me. Wet, dark hair and sea-blue eyes filled my vision. Her hand stroked my face, gentle yet firm. "Ophelia," I said.

"You've been asleep for so long." She propped my head up, bringing a clamshell to my lips. The water was salty and stung, but before I could protest, I realized I was naked. My clothes lay spread across the rock floor, slowly drying.

Humiliated, I curled into a ball, trying to cover myself. "Don't look at me!" I whispered.

Ophelia grabbed my wrists and pulled me into a sitting position. "You have nothing to be ashamed of." She was naked, too, her skin gleaming as though she had just left the water. "None of us do."

My heart raced, on the verge of tears. "Where am I?"

"Among friends." She drew me close.

I glanced at the feminine shapes lingering in the shadows; they had drawn closer to the figure at their feet. A sound reminiscent of a fish being scaled echoed in the cave, followed by a familiar sob. It was the man from the phone.

"Who are they?" my voice was barely above a whisper.

"Ophelia"

"I thought you were-” I began.

"We are all Ophelias," she said, her expression darkening, "Born to be martyrs in men's eyes."

I said, "I don't understand."

Ophelia’s mouth became an angry frown, ”We can be daughters, lovers, even angels, but we can never be free from that hateful thing they pretend is love.”

I asked, “Why did you bring me here?”

“Why don’t you stay?”

"You don't even know my name." I breathed, “You don’t know who I am?”

"Do you?" She said with a kiss. She pushed me down onto my back. As her lips moved across my skin, each kiss felt like a cold drop of winter rain. Dizziness washed over me. It was like I was on an elevator that wouldn't stop going up. “Who do you want to be? Are you who others say you are?"

Ophelia started running her nails hard across my chest and belly. I wanted to escape. I never wanted to leave. It was like she was taking me, making me hers. Blood welled up from the cuts and scrapes. She kissed the wounds she had made, one by one, her lips smearing red. The cave was filled with whispered songs that had no words. Her murmuring joined them.

When it was over she held me close.

“I love you,” the voice of the man from the phone said. He sounded like he was drowning, “Isn’t that enough?” He coughed twice and then fell silent.

The candles began to go out one by one, and shadows began to swallow her, trying to snatch her away from me. I kissed her hard on the mouth, losing myself in her. In a matter of seconds, I was lost in darkness.

* It was late in the morning when I awoke. I was lying flat on my back on the crag. The clouds above were a stormy purple, and the rain was coming down hard. I was soaking wet, and my clothes were plastered to my skin. I heard a familiar voice calling my name, but it wasn't one I wanted to hear. I moaned, half with exhaustion, half with anguish. My skin still ached and tingled in the places Ophelia had clawed at me.

With trembling hands, I crawled to the ledge and looked down. The tide had gone out. Fifteen feet below me, Leon was trudging along the surf, wet and miserable, and shouting my name.

"Leon?" I called out. For a hilarious moment, he was utterly bewildered, his square head swiveling back and forth. I called again, "Up here!”

When he finally saw me, he started screaming, "You are in big trouble! Dad is seriously pissed!”

"I just went for a walk.”

"A walk? You've been gone for over a day!" Leon blundered closer until he was directly below me. I could have spit on him if I wanted to.

I scowled down at him, remembering all the times he had disappeared for an entire weekend without a single phone call, only to return to a gentle reprimand from our father instead of a harsh scolding and a slap to the back of the head. I used one of his excuses, "I was with friends."

The expression on his face twisted as if he were looking at something disgusting. "Delores told me she saw you here last night!"

Bile rose up in my throat. "So what?”

"She saw what you were doing! Are you crazy? Why can't you just be normal? What is wrong with—"

A stone the size of a bowling ball crashed down on Leon, crushing his skull. He collapsed face down into the surf, blood clouding the seawater.

I scrambled to my feet to find Ophelia standing near me. "You killed him," I said.

The waves greedily pulled at Leon's body, twisting and bending it like a rag doll only to push it back up the sand again.

I know I should have felt something, but I didn’t. “What am I going to do?’"I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of the rain and the racing of my own thoughts.

“What do you want to do?”

"I want to be with you." The rain pelted us. It was getting cold and dark, but it didn't matter. I felt safe in her arms., "I want to be with you forever."

"Then be with us," she said.

"What about Leon?"

Ophelia chuckled coldly. ”What about him?"

"But the police will find out," I said.

She released me and stepped to the edge of the crag, "In the deep dark," She said, "We are free from judgment."

The downpour had become torrential. Ophelia's words caused me to gaze longingly at the ocean. Each wave crashed against the shore with a powerful roar, sending spray and mist into the air.

She kissed my forehead.

There were no second thoughts, no worries. I turned and started walking back to the cabin. After a few minutes, I turned back to look for Ophelia. Through the storm, I saw four hazy but unmistakably masculine figures standing by Leon's body. Moving clumsily, they lifted his limp form and carried it into the sea.

*

From the moment I stepped into the cabin my father started screaming at me, my mother was silent and glared reporachfully. The stinging sensation of my scratches was intensifying to the point of almost being pleasurable.

Turning away from them, I walked calmly to the kitchenette. Their voices seemed distant as if echoing from the base of a rocky cliff during low tide. Steady-handed, I reached into the kitchen drawer and retrieved a steak knife. My father's insult rang out. "Oh, Jesus Christ! She's going to make a sandwich!"

Ignoring him was easy. Everything he said was familiar. I waited until his temper broke, and he all but ran at me. He violently grabbed my shoulder, yanking me around to face him.

The knife was dull, but my strength proved more than sufficient to slice open his throat. Blood splattered across both our faces. His scream was gurgling and wet, his mouth gaping like a fish. He stumbled backward, clutching at his neck, tripped over his own feet, and collapsed. I stood there, watching as my father spent the final moments of his life weeping.

When it was over, I looked to my mother. She had been standing by watching, just like always. "Angela, please," she cowered at my approach.

I raised the bloody knife above my head, "That's not my name."

*

There was enough kerosene left in the cabin's rusty heater, to start a good fire. I watched the structure burn for a little while. I felt nothing; I hadn't felt anything at all since I left Ophelia's arms. When I was finished I headed for the shore.

And now the storm has left the beach deserted, and the ocean crashes and roars against the surf. I am alone and covered with blood. Standing on the slowly retreating waterline, I watch for the first signs of sunrise. I'm waiting. I've been waiting so long.

But Ophelia said she'd be here.

She promised.

The tingling under my skin was painful. I ripped at my clothes and tore madly at the scabs. They broke open easily. The flesh beneath them was unblemished and gleaming.

I waded out into the cold, crashing water, leaving my shirt, shorts, and long red strips of my flesh behind. In the unknowable depths, I would never be a daughter, a punchline, or a scapegoat. I would be free.

With each footstep, the roar of the waves changed, becoming softer and prayer-like. It sounded like a chorus of voices calling out the name "Ophelia."

Voices so very much like mine.

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Unexpectedly Expecting | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: kissing? Mainly just fluff.

Summary: After feeling unusually exhausted and nauseous during your weekly gym dates, you find out some really happy news

A/N: Hello, everyone! I felt so bad for posting the last request so late, so I wanted to give you this one too as an early treat. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

As you step out of the house with a water bottle in hand, Kylian is already outside stretching his muscles and taking in the fresh morning air. The sun has just started to rise, casting a soft golden light over the city. You can't help but admire how handsome he looks.

Together, you both have made it a weekly tradition to exercise. You enjoy taking long walks, jogging around the park, and lifting weights at the gym. Every time you are together, you push each other to do better and keep going. These dates are something you both cherish and look forward to every week.

But today feels different. You can't keep up with Kylian's pace, and you feel exhausted and nauseous. Kylian can sense that something is wrong as he looks at you. You can see the concern on his face as he asks, "Are you okay, mon amour? You don't look so good."

You reply weakly, "I don't know, Kylian. I feel so tired, and my stomach is queasy. Maybe I just need to lie down."

Kylian looks at you with a worried expression, "Are you sure you don't want to go see a doctor?"

You shake your head, "No, I don't want to bother the doctor. It's probably nothing."

Kylian nods his head, understanding your hesitation to go to the doctor. He gently takes your hand and helps you out of the gym, wrapping his arm around your waist as he guides you to the car.

Once you're seated, Kylian drives carefully and attentively, making sure not to jostle you around too much. "Te sens-tu mieux, mon coeur ?"he asks, glancing at you with concern. ("Are you feeling better, my heart?")

You shake your head weakly. "Pas vraiment. My stomach feels like it's doing somersaults." ("Not really.")

 He keeps a careful eye on the road, making sure not to hit any bumps or potholes.

"Is the car ride making you feel worse?" he asks, glancing at you again.

You nod, feeling the nausea rising up in your throat. "I think so. Can we please get home soon?"

Kylian nods understandingly and turns onto your street. As soon as he parks the car, he jumps out and comes around to your side, opening the door and helping you out.

"Let's get you inside," he says, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you to the door. "I'll make you some tea and we can just relax for a bit."

You lean your head against his shoulder, grateful for his support. "Merci, Kylian."

Kylian just smiles and kisses the top of your head. "Anything for you, mon amour."

As soon as you cross the threshold, Kylian takes off his shoes and rushes to the kitchen to make you some tea. He selects a delicate blend of green tea that he knows you love and brews it to perfection. He carefully adds a spoonful of honey to it, hoping that the sweet taste will help ease your nausea.

When he brings you the tea, he makes sure to sit down next to you and hold your hand. He rubs soothing circles on your back as you take small sips of the tea, hoping that it will help settle your stomach.

But the smell of the tea makes your nausea worse, and you feel a sudden urge to vomit. Kylian immediately jumps into action, holding your hair back as you retch into the toilet. He keeps a steady hand on your back, whispering comforting words to you as you try to calm down.

"Shh, ça va aller, bébé. Je suis là avec toi," he murmurs, rubbing your back soothingly. "Just take deep breaths and let it all out."

You nod weakly, feeling grateful for Kylian's presence. After a few minutes, you start to feel better, and Kylian helps you up from the bathroom floor.

"Let's get you back to bed," he says, leading you back to the bedroom. "You should rest for a while."

You nod again, feeling too tired and weak to protest. Kylian helps you settle back into bed and covers you with a blanket, sitting next to you and holding your hand.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asks, his voice filled with concern. You shake your head, feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "No, Kylian. You've done enough. Thank you for taking care of me."

Kylian just smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. "I'll always take care of you, mon amour."

The next morning, you wake up feeling even worse. You stumble to the bathroom and vomit again, with Kylian rushing in behind you to hold your hair back and rub your back.

After you finish, Kylian looks at you with concern and says, "I think we need to call the doctor, mon amour. This isn't normal, and I don't want you to keep suffering like this."

You nod weakly in agreement, grateful for his support. Sitting down beside you on the bed, Kylian takes out his phone and calls his physician. After a few rings, the doctor answered, "Bonjour Kylian, comment puis-je vous aider?" ("Hello Kylian, how can I help you?")

"Bonjour docteur, c'est à propos de ma femme. Elle a été malade toute la nuit, elle a vomi plusieurs fois et elle se sent vraiment mal ce matin,” replied Kylian, tracing soft circles on the back of your hand.

("Hello doctor, it's about my wife. She has been sick all night, she has vomited several times and she feels really bad this morning.") 

"Does she feel any nausea or dizziness?" 

"Yes, she's been very nauseous and she feels very tired." 

Pausing for a second, the doctor continues, “I suggest you have her take a pregnancy test. Morning sickness and fatigue are often signs of early pregnancy.”

Hearing the word pregnancy made you jolt in surprise as you looked at Kylian, his eyes mirroring your expression. "Really? Do you think that's possible?” You tightened your hold on Kylian’s hand as the doctor replied, "Yes, it could be possible. Have her take the test and call me with the results.”

Kylian thanked the doctor and hung up the phone, you look at him with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Pulling you into his lap, Kylian warps his arms around in comfort, "The doctor thinks it's possible that you might be pregnant. He suggested that you take a pregnancy test. What do you think, mon amour?"

As Kylian speaks, you can feel your heart beating faster with a mix of fear and excitement. The news has caught you off guard, and you're not quite sure how to feel. You lean into him, feeling comforted by his embrace, and take a deep breath.

"I...I don't know, Kylian. It's just...sudden. But at the same time, I can't help feeling excited about the possibility." You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Kylian squeezes you tighter, "I know, mon amour. It's okay to feel both scared and excited at the same time. Whatever the result of the test is, we will face it together, okay?"

You nod, but despite his reassurances your mind races with a million thoughts. You feel a wave of excitement at the possibility of being pregnant, but at the same time, you're filled with a sense of apprehension. What if something goes wrong? What if you're not ready for this?

Kylian notices the mix of emotions on your face and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead. "You're not alone in this, and I promise to be with you every step of the way,” he reassures you. “I’ll ask my assistant to go buy a test for us.”

Shaking your head, you look at him, “No, Ky. I have some in the bathroom. But, can you hold me for a bit, please?”

Kylian smiles warmly, “Of course, mon ange,” he says, pulling you closer to him. You feel his arms wrap tightly around you, and his warmth provides a sense of comfort and security. You lay there for a while, snuggled up together, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

Eventually, Kylian gently pulls away from you and heads to the bathroom to retrieve the pregnancy test. As he comes back to the bedroom, he sees the apprehension in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile. “Don't worry, je suis là pour toi,” he says, handing you the test.

Taking a deep breath, you head to the bathroom and follow the instructions on the test. Once you’re done peeing on the stick, Kylian comes in just as he hears you flush. Hugging you from behind you as you wash your hands. He gently kisses your neck trying to calm your nerves. You gently scratch the back of his head, bringing him closer to you as you anxiously wait for the results.

The timer you had set on your phone goes off jolting you and Kylian as you both look at each other with silly nervous grins spreading on your faces as your hearts pound with anticipation mixed with fear at the prospects of being parents. 

“Omg, Ky. I’m so nervous”, you let out a shaky breath tightly gripping Kylian’s arms that are wrapped around your waist. “Me too, bébé. Let’s both look at it. On the count of three.”

Nodding, you reach over to grab the pregnancy test, your husband’s hand holding yours tightly. You felt him take a deep breath, his chest rubbing against your back, “One, two, three.”

Two lines. You were pregnant.

“We're pregnant!” he exclaims, hugging you tightly as he buried his face at junction between your neck and shoulder. You both dissolve into a fit of laughter and tears of joy, knowing that your lives are about to change forever. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, matching the pace of yours. “We did it,” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. “We're going to be parents.”

Turning in his hold, you grab his face and kiss him passionately. Kylian's arms tighten around you, pulling you in closer as you feel the weight of the moment. You can hardly believe it - you're going to be parents! 

Your lips part for a moment, and you both gasp for air before diving back in for another kiss. You can feel Kylian's smile against your lips as he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body.

Breaking the kiss, Kylian looks at you with a mixture of love and amazement. "I can't believe it," he says, his voice choked with emotion. "We're going to have a baby."

You can hardly contain your excitement, and you bury your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face. "I'm so happy, Ky," you whisper. "I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love you, and now we're going to create a life together."

Kylian holds you tightly, his fingers running through your hair as you both revel in the moment. You can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong against your chest, and it fills you with a sense of peace and contentment. You know that there will be challenges ahead, but you also know that you'll face them together.

As you pull away from his embrace, you meet his gaze and smile. "We have so much to do," you say, your mind racing with thoughts of baby names, nursery decor, and everything in between.

Kylian nods, his eyes shining with excitement. "We'll figure it out," he says, his voice filled with determination. "We'll do it together, and we'll be the best parents we can be."

With those words, a sense of profound conviction grips you, and you feel a surge of determination to face any challenges that may come your way, confident that you and Kylian will stand together as a stalwart team, resolute and unwavering in your commitment to each other and to the journey that lies ahead.

[tomanpeach]

help me remember then help me forget – college au! draken x reader (part 3)

summary: you wake up the morning after a party and realize you might’ve had too much to drink. thankfully, draken is there to help you piece the night back together..

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!! alcohol and drinking!! this is the final part of this fic!!!!! aaaa!!!! i get so sad when things end but i hope i wrapped it up well :') please enjoy and thank you so so much for reading <333

taglist: @trashmemebitch @katjusja @kipani-snow-25 @monalisasmilees @sonja3 idk why it's not tagging sad :(

part 1 // part 2

"what exactly did i tell you about my ex?"

draken seems to tense at the question. suddenly you wish you hadn't asked. now that you saw the look on his face you realized how absolutely fucking stupid it was to bring up your ex the second after you'd just made out with someone else. "sorry," you blurt before he can say anything. "that was... i don't know why i asked that now." shakes his head, removing up a rag from his waistband to wipe his hands with, "it's cool. but first..." you look up at him as he comes closer. holding your head firmly in one hand, he gently wipes your cheek with the towel.

"i got a little grease on you." turning your face carefully, he gets another smudge on the other side. you notice he's got a small smile on his face as he cleans you up. the act gives you butterflies, your stomach tightening like you're on a rollercoaster. this big, intimidating man who spends his time fixing up motorcycles is cradling your face in his hand and handling you so damn delicately. you're sure that you're blushing now and you can tell he's amused by it.

"done," he says, tossing the towel to the workbench. "you should've left it, maybe it would've given me some street cred. people would've thought i was in a biker gang," you try to joke to break the immense tension from the intimate moment. "no one's thinking you're in a biker gang," he snorts. "well, not now!" you huff, crossing your arms, faking offense. draken laughs, sticking his head into an office just off his work area to grab his backpack. "come get a drink with me," he says, jerking his head back toward the entrance where you'd come in. "i had a long day. and i can tell you all the shit you wanna know." "i can't ever drink around you again, remember?"

"then you can watch while i have a beer. come on."

your feet are carrying you along after him before your brain has really caught up. something inside you has decided that whatever draken tells you to do, you do. you smile to yourself when he checks over his shoulder to see that you're following and slows his pace so that you're beside him rather than behind.

you walk together in comfortable silence into the parking structure. "you mind if i drive?" he asks. your mind flashes with not so PG images of you and draken making out in his car, undressing in his car, doing so many fun things in the privacy of his car. you reply casually, "yeah, that's cool."

but what he stops at is not a car. "oh." the word comes out on its own. he works on motorcycles. he's a motorcycle guy. of course he doesn't have a car but a fucking motorcycle. "motorcycle..." you manage. "that's... cool." he doesn't even try to hide his teasing grin when he realizes that you're a little bit scared. "you still alright riding with me?" you don't respond. he stands close. bringing his finger and thumb under your chin, he lifts it until you're looking at him instead of the bike. "you'll be fine," he promises. he says it so calmly and with such assurance that you're almost inclined to believe him. almost.

"i've never been on one," you mumble, glancing back at the shiny black and chrome beast. "i don't know what you're supposed to do." "well, you don't have to do anything, i'm driving." you roll your eyes at him and he chuckles. he unzips his backpack and pulls out a helmet which he proceeds to carefully place onto your head. "all you have to do is hold onto me," he claps his hands to the top of your new piece of headgear. "ready?"

draken mounts the bike. fuck he looks good. the bike is massive but so is he. it suits him perfectly. the cool, sleek exterior, the way he dresses mainly in black. he looks like something out of a magazine. like before, your body decides on its own that it's time to move. you climb onto the seat in the space behind him. his hands reach back to guide you, taking your arms and wrapping them around his torso. because of his size, you're pressed tightly to his broad back. so far the bike thing was pretty nice... draken turns it on and the engine roars to life, reigniting your fear.

"wait!" you yelp. your hands turn to fists, balling up the fabric of his t-shirt. he looks over his shoulder at you, his face the perfect picture of patience. "where do my feet go?" you squeak. a large hand comes down to grip each of your thighs just above the knee, pulling them up until he sees that your feet are resting where they're supposed to.

"just hold on to me, okay?" he says again, the softness of his voice does wonders for your nerves. you hug him a little tighter. "good girl." oh boy. that one sends a spark through you. your thighs want to press together. the only problem is that draken is currently between your thighs. you squeeze your eyes shut tightly hoping it seemed like you were just adjusting in your seat. but there isn't much more time to worry about it when the bike shoots forward. your arms tighten around his middle again in panic. his body shakes with a laugh.

by the time you finally feel yourself starting to settle into the ride, you've arrived at the bar. draken cuts the engine and hops off first to offer you a hand. your legs feel like jelly as the adrenaline coursing through your body starts to wear off. you gladly take his hand and let him help you off the bike. "cool?" he asks hopefully. "scary," you correct. "but also kind of cool?" he nudges you in the side and you crack a smile, "yeah, also kind of cool." "alright!" he sounds triumphant. he throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and starting toward the door.

he orders two beers and guides you along with him to a booth near the back of the bar. he slides one of the glasses toward you when you sit down. you grimace at the smell alone, giving him a helpless look. "only if you want to," his brows furrow. he wants to make sure you know he's serious about that. you take a cautious sip anyway. he raises his glass to yours, taking a long drink after the gentle clink. leaning back against the vinyl seat he asks, "where should i start?"

"i just want to know what we talked about," you feel deflated. you want this part to be out of the way so badly. you want to silence the little voice in the back of your head that keeps telling you to be embarrassed. you want to kiss him again without the worry.

"you told me how you met mikey. how you both went to the wrong class on the first day of your first semester." the memory makes you smile. that was a good place to start. "you also told me about your parents and your hometown, that was sweet. you said that you dated a guy for almost a year but he sucked and you hated him."

"i said i hated him?"

"you didn't have to."

"what makes you think that i hate him?"

draken's jaw tightens, "you told me he would flirt with other girls in front of you." your throat feels dry. "that he forgot your birthday. that he had to always be the center of attention. he was rude to your little brother, wouldn't give you compliments, made you feel like everything was your fault. didn't treat you at all like you deserve."

taking in a shaky breath you decide you can't keep eye contact anymore. hearing him list these details out loud is too much. these were things you'd hardly even begun admitting as red flags to yourself, yet draken seemed to know them all.

"i can't believe i really said all that."

"it's true, isn't it?"

you nod, swallowing thickly. you can feel his piercing gaze watching you as you wring your hands nervously in your lap. "the thing is... everyone really loved my ex. he was funny and charming and all my friends liked him and approved of him immediately. and i think because of that, it made me want to love him right away, too... i know that doesn't really make sense but i just... i don't know, there was so much that i found myself disliking about our relationship and about him but i felt like i wasn't allowed to see anything wrong about him because everyone else had this very different perception of him, ya know?"

"but you're entitled to your own opinions of people," he comments, thumb rubbing away the condensation on his glass absently. you nod, "i know. i realized i was forcing myself to stay in this shitty relationship longer than i should have and that's one of the biggest reasons we ended things. i just got so mixed up, i was worried that my feelings about him were wrong somehow, because everyone else liked him so much... i ended up being really vague about our breakup. to everyone. i just didn't want anyone to give me shit for it. li still haven't even really talked to my best friends about why it ended..." draken quirks an eyebrow but allows you to continue. "that's why it's a bit of a shock to me every time you mention him. it's weird to me that someone else knows all the details about the relationship, all the stuff i've never shared with anyone before."

draken takes a long gulp of his beer. you watch as his adam's apple bobs, muscles contracting in the long column of his throat. "are you worried i'm gonna tell people?" he looks at you over the rim of his glass. you shake your head, "i know you wouldn't." he smiles wistfully, "but you just met me." you don't have an answer to that one. mostly because it's a good point. it had only been a matter of hours before you had decided that you could trust him with your innermost thoughts and feelings. but something deep in your gut knew that was okay, knew he was someone you could rely on.

and he was taking it all very seriously. he knew you'd been hurt badly, you had told him. he also knew that he wanted to fucking throttle the motherfucker who'd hurt you. but more than the anger toward your ex was the deep sense of responsibility he felt when he learned that he was the only one you had trusted with the whole story.

"i'd never tell anyone something you've told me in confidence," he finally says. "i wouldn't disrespect the trust you've put in me." the weight of his promise makes you feel safe. "i really appreciate that," you take another small sip of beer. draken notices how little you've drunk and says, "you shouldn't be embarrassed about the night of the party." he's really quite observant, you think. "i'm not upset by it. i don't think any differently of you."

you open your mouth to reply but stop when draken abruptly lifts his glass to his mouth and finishes his drink in seconds. "now i've had more to drink than you tonight," a soft smile plays on his lips. "are we even?" you roll your eyes, trying to hide how deeply touching you find his dumb gesture. "you're cute," you finally say.

"cute?" he raises an eyebrow.

"mhm. very cute."

"c'mere," he jerks his head toward his side of the booth.

scurrying out of your seat, you join him on the opposite side of the table. as soon as you're at his side he's pulling your face to his, kissing you with everything he has. you taste beer on his lips. his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer. a rowdy group of men entering the bar distracts you both.

"maybe we should get going." he holds your chin like he'd done earlier, studying your eyes as he asks, "do you want to come over?"

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you barely make it through the doorway of draken's place before he's pulling your body flush against his, kissing you with such intensity that a moan escapes from your lips. the sound makes him smile. "pretty," he mumbles against your mouth. warm hands slide up under your shirt and rest on your waist. the feeling of his skin on yours has your head spinning. you're barely aware that you're moving through his apartment until you feel the plush edge of a bed at the back of your thighs. draken slides your shirt up and over your head, pulling his lips from yours to take in the sight of all the skin now exposed to him.

"you're fuckin beautiful," he breathes. his lips trail kisses from your mouth down your jaw to your full chest. "can i see you, baby?" he asks, a growl of desperation in his low voice. his hands are hovering at the clasp of your bra. you nod, pulling the garment off as soon as he gets it unhooked. his lips plant themselves on your neck where he sucks a harsh mark and soothes it over with his tongue. "want you so bad..." you mewl, tugging him closer by the front of his jeans. he chuckles breathlessly, cradling your face in his hands, "you've got me. lay down."

you scramble onto the bed, his large frame following closely behind, hovering over you. he tugs his own shirt over his head and then his lips are at your chest. he seals his mouth around your nipple, sucking harshly as it stiffens. you whimper, feeling the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive bud. he moves to the other side, giving it the same attention as the first. he pulls away with a pop sound, the feeling earning a whine from you. “fuckin love these tits,” he mumbles, squeezing them harshly in his large hands. he notices the way your thighs are squeezing together at his every touch. grinning, he threads a hand in your hair and tugs you back for another kiss.

his knees nudge your legs apart so he's kneeling between them. wide hands trace down the expanse of your body, the feather light pressure giving you goosebumps. when he reaches your hips he drags your pants down your legs smoothly. without breaking eye contact, draken spreads your legs further. you whine with anticipation as he brings his attention to the spot between your thighs where you’re making a terrible mess of a very cute pair of panties. he notices this immediately and it goes straight to his head. “i can’t believe i got you this fucking wet just from playing with your tits. really been wanting me bad, huh?” “so bad,” you whine, nodding desperately. "did your piece of shit ex ever get you this wet?"

your eyebrows knit together as you look at him, "why–"

"you told me a lot about him," he admits, thumbs rubbing circles at your hips. "told me he couldn't satisfy you."

draken lays himself down, looping his arms around your thighs. he’s so close to your sopping pussy now he can feel the heat on his cheeks. "you said he never made you cum," he starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, each one getting closer to where you need him. "not even once, right?"

you nod, desire bubbling in your stomach. "that's fucking criminal," he bites. "let me take care of you, baby." he presses his face into your panties, nose nuzzling your clit. the fabric adds to the sensation, making you buck your hips toward his face involuntarily. you worry for a moment that he’s going to reprimand you, but he only smirks. dragging your underwear to the side with his fingers, he exposes your glistening cunt. “fuck,” he breathes. “look how pretty you are. he didn't deserve to even look at this perfect fucking pussy."

“kenny,” you can't help but whine. “i don't want to think about him right now." "good. don't think about him anymore. m'gonna make you forget all about him," he promises. a shiver runs up your spine. draken dives in, licking up the length of your slit. you cry out at the sudden jolt of pleasure. he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard. one of his hands comes up to fondle your tits again, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. he slides his tongue into your clenching hole as deep as he can, flicking it back and forth. "you taste so fuckin good," he says, returning to your swollen clit. he presses a kiss to the bundle of nerves and your body reacts like you've been shocked. you feel two of his long fingers at your entrance push inside easily. a lewd squelching sound fills the room as he pumps them in and out, but soon your heaving breaths and moans drown it out. "wait- ken, hold on," you close your hand around his wrist. "can i- fuck- can i cum on your cock? please. wanna feel you."

"y'can have anythin you want, baby," he's smiling as he slides his fingers out of you one at a time. "since you asked so nicely."

as he slides off his pants, he lowers himself to kiss you. you taste yourself on his lips and it's dizzying. he shifts slightly and you feel the impressive weight of his cock resting on your thigh. "oh fuck," you blurt, reaching down to cup his member through his boxers. "you're huge."

“bigger than the piece of shit ex?” he asks, cockiness dripping off every word. he gets up on his knees, allowing your greedy hands to pull down the front of his underwear. his thick cock springs free, standing at attention. your mouth waters watching a bead of precum ooze out and smear against his stomach. “fuck," you say again, it's all you can manage. “not gonna fit…”

“it’ll fit,” he strokes your cheek. “good girl like you can definitely take it. i know you can.” he presses you back down against the mattress. after stroking himself a few times, he holds his thick member at the base, positioning himself at your clenching hole. he hisses out a breath as his sensitive head comes in contact with your dripping heat. "guiding it back and forth between your folds a few times, he's desperate to feel you around him, to be buried inside your dripping cunt. he slides his length back and forth between your folds a few times to slick his cock with your juices and holds your legs open wide.

the moment he presses his flushed tip inside you, you already know he’s the biggest cock you’ve ever taken. he eases in, inch by inch, grunting lowly as your walls contract around him. “fuck, you feel so good,” he groans in your ear. “squeezing the shit out of my cock. how are you this fucking tight?” as he bottoms out, fit snugly inside you, you let out a long moan. he gives you time to adjust to his size. “can’t believe—can’t believe it all fit,” you sputter, almost laughing in sheer disbelief. you look to draken but his eyes are fixed to the place where you’re connected, the gorgeous sight of your pussy stretched around him, both of you slicked up with your arousal. he’s never seen anything so fucking hot. placing a reassuring hand on your hipbone, he draws his hips back until he’s almost pulled out completely. the drag of his cock against your walls makes you gasp, hand gripping his wrist.

draken's dark eyes meet yours, pushing back into you without breaking eye contact. he loves the way your face contorts when you feel him move, loves how your free hand is fisting the sheets with white knuckles.

he's started moving with a steady rhythm that's tightening the coil in your stomach again. you're flying toward the edge faster than ever before since he'd gotten you so close already. your hips buck suddenly and you realize his thumb has pressed itself to your sensitive clit and is rubbing tight circles around it. "fuck!" you cry, unable to hold it in. "oh my god, fuck, you're– i can't– holy shit, ken." he leans forward, somehow managing to thrust inside you at an even deeper angle as his lips slot against yours. the kisses are messy and desperate as you both near your releases.

"you look so fuckin hot," draken pants, kissing down your chest. "such a good girl, takin me so well. fuck, you're beautiful." he paws at your tits, lips sucking a mark onto your throat. you feel him everywhere and it's intoxicating. he plants his free hand on the side of your head, watching your face as he pistons his hips even faster, thumb still working your clit. "gonna cum," you whimper, holding tightly to his forearm. "let go, y/n," his deep voice begs. "cum for me."

your breath catches in your throat. as you cum around him, it feels like your every nerve ending is a live wire and it's pure ecstasy. you see white, walls fluttering around draken as he continues to thrust inside you through your orgasm, chasing his own. he quickly pulls out, spurting his hot release across your stomach. he cums with a satisfied groan, his body tense, eyebrows drawn together. you're so blissed out you feel as if you're floating above the bed watching it all unfold.

draken leans in close, kissing your face so tenderly, "so good, baby. fuck, that was beautiful," and suddenly you're back in your body. "feel like i'm in space," you hear yourself say before your brain can think to stop you. but draken just laughs breathlessly, kissing your forehead. he's gone for only a moment before returning with a towel to wipe you clean. he works methodically, peeking up at you every few seconds to make sure you're alright.

he makes a move to get up again and return the towel to the bathroom when you make an unhappy noise. he grins at the reaction, waiting to see what you have to say.

"c'mere," you whine, reaching out for him. he almost rolls his eyes, inclined to tease you, but returns to your side anyway. you hold his face in your hands and he leans forward to kiss you. "that was really good," you tell him and he smiles again. "yeah?"

you nod, feeling yourself start to blush at the intensity of his gaze. "will you come take a shower with me?" he asks.

your goofy grin serves as your answer and he pulls you along with him to the bathroom.

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it's been a few hours since your shower, but the two of you are still wrapped in towels, snuggled together on draken's bed.

draken's holding one of your hands in his much larger one, playing with your fingers absently as you talk. he brings your hand to his mouth, kissing your palm and each of your fingers.

"you're so sweet," you blurt. he glances at you, raising an eyebrow. "i just never expected you to be this fucking sweet."

he looks at you with an unreadable expression then smiles. "what?"

"you called me kenny earlier," he says.

"and what's the ruling on that?"

"i'll allow it." you smile triumphantly and he drags your face to his. kiss swollen lips meet your own. you sigh into his mouth, perfectly content.

he pulls away an inch. "i made you cum."

you snort, "yes. congratulations."

he's staring back at you with a smug smile, "and was i b–"

"yes," you cut him off, rolling your eyes. "you were better than my ex."

the self satisfied look on his face makes you chuckle. he kisses you again, "i bet i'd be a better boyfriend than your ex, too."

you sit up abruptly to look down at him. he's gazing up at you with a poker face but you can just barely make out the hopefulness in his eyes. "you want to be my boyfriend?" your voice is small, nervous.

"mhm," he nods once. "if you'll have me."

"'if you'll have me,'" you scoff. "of course i'll have you, are you ser-"

he yanks you back down, strong arms pulling you on top of him as he cuts you off with his lips on yours. "you're gonna need a new move," you push away from his chest. "you won't always be able to shut me up by kissing me."

"maybe. but i can definitely keep trying."

yeah, you think, smiling into the kiss. you hope he will.

[wonwoosthetic]

Jealousy Looks Good On You | Chapter Three

Oooooh, we're already in the third part!! :) Thank you so so soooo much for your support on this series! Just so you know: No smut for this chapter :(, haha. I can't have her sleep around every chapter, so this one's a bit more serious, I hope you enjoy it anyways though!

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Requests, asks, and taglist are open!

Warnings: screaming, slight angst, jealous!gyu (although this is rather a gift than a warning I think😂)

Trope: Friends With Benefits to Lovers

Word Count: 4.3k

Screaming And Fighting

"You wanna come to practice today? It shouldn't take too long."

Seungcheol and you were getting ready together in the bathroom of your apartment. Over the past few weeks, the both of you had gotten into a nicely domestic routine that involved spending most mornings together, and sometimes even evenings. That was what you had been anticipating in a relationship. This is what you had been looking for. Did you imagine Cheol being the one you wake up next to? No, not necessarily, but you most definitely were not complaining.

You put the lipstick down you had been holding and took a step back to analyse your makeup in the mirror, "No, I can't. I've got that job interview."

"That's today? I thought tomorrow..." he looked at you with scrunched eyebrows, fixing a strand of hair before following you out of the bathroom.

"They called me yesterday and asked if I had time today, and I do, sooo..." you walked around the living room, looking for where you had last put your phone.

Your partner sat down on the L-shaped couch, focusing on your every move, helping you find your phone with his eyes only though, "What company was it for again?"

Once you found the device on the small dining table, you joined him, standing next to the sofa, checking the time, "I don't know, they only gave me the address." This made Seungcheol turn and look at you with a worried look on your face,

"And you're just gonna go there?" You looked at him with big eyes, "Yeah, why?"

He started shaking his head, not believing what he had just heard, "You got a call from a random person who told you to come meet them at some address because they have a job interview for you. And you don't...", he moved his hands in a circular motion, "You don't think that's kinda weird?"

A chuckle left your mouth as you threw yourself onto the cushion next to him, "They told me somebody recommended me to them,", "Who did?" he kept on digging more into the background of your weird job interview.

"I don't know," you shrugged, earning a sigh from him to which you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, "It was probably one of my professors. Don't worry," and leaned into him to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

You noticed, the more you told him about how it all came about, the more uneasy he became, so you went to unlock your phone,

"You wanna check out the address first? Will that ease your mind?"

Seungcheol only shook his head, "I don't understand how you can be so unbothered by that. This is how women get kidnapped." You raised your head, your eyes finding his worried ones immediately, "Stop, don't say stuff like that. They had to get my number somehow, so I know they know someone that I know." Your explanation made... kinda sense.

"12 Hakdong-ro 67-gil in Gangnam," you read out loud from the message you had received. In the next second, your phone was suddenly in the hands of the man in front of you, who looked confusedly at the screen.

You waited for a bit, but after not getting a response, you hummed, "Hm?" His stare switched from the screen to your face, back to the screen, before holding still once it fell on your face again,

"That's the Pledis building."

Cheol has offered to take you with him since your interview and Seventeen's practice almost aligned. During the car ride, you couldn't stop thinking about the coincidence that was the person who had contacted you, was working for Pledis.

"What are the odds, huh?" the driver thought out loud, concentrating on the street but also noticing the clearly uneasy state you were in, "It's like it's destined."

But you shook your head, "It's impossible. How on earth...," you looked at his side profile, "Out of ALL of the music and entertainment companies that could have asked me for a job interview. Pledis was the one? Like my professor just KNEW?" By the time you had finished your sentence, he stopped at a red light and took the opportunity to turn to you, "Destiny." Seungcheol smiled at you, grasping your hand into his and grazing his thumb over the back of her hand.

As romantic as the idea of this so-called 'Destiny' was, you couldn't get your head around it. Your major being in Film & TV Production, there were so many possible businesses that could have contacted you... the fact that Pledis was the one, didn't sit right with you. You decided to brush it off and, for at least a few more minutes, believe in this 'Destiny'.

The rest of the car ride was spent with casual small talk and Cheol giving you sample questions that could come up, making it able for you to practice before the real thing.

Once you reached the parking garage, you waited for Cheol to get out of the car, but as soon as he noticed you not even moving an inch, he stopped, his hand on the door handle, "You okay?" he wondered whether you were more nervous then you were letting show.

"Can we go in separately?" you asked him and continued with an explanation before he could interrupt, "I don't want them to know that I know you. Because that could either turn into an advantage and I'll forever be known as the girl who only got her job because of her boyfriend, or it could be a disadvantage because they don't want their employees to have a close relationship with their artists." You were rambling too much, not noticing that you almost ran out of breath.

Cheol's lips turned upwards into a smile at the mention of the word 'boyfriend', surprised but overly happy of you finally putting a label on what he was to you. He didn't enjoy his moment of bliss for too long though, since he could clearly tell that your nerves were taking over. Therefore, he squeezed your hands slightly, hoping it would comfort you, in addition to his words, "You're overthinking this. Believe me," you felt his fingers slightly tapping your chin, making you look up and stare into his eyes that held something that would describe as possibly genuine love for you?, "You're gonna walk out first and I'll wait ten minutes before I go in, alright?" You nodded thankfully, but he wasn't done yet, "And trust me, I've known most of the staff members for years. They would never think like how you just described it. They're all very kind people," his free hand put a few strands of hair behind your ear, "You're gonna do great. Stop worrying." Leaning forward, he was able to place a soft kiss on your lips, into which you leaned in more, thanks to it comforting you just the way you needed it.

"Now go or you're gonna be late," Coups nodded towards behind you. You chuckled one more time before turning around and exiting the car, but a voice stopped you from closing the door, "Come to the practice rooms afterwards." You leaned down, "I just told you, I don't want them to know that I know you." But the man only clicked his tongue and shook his head slightly, telling you by that, he didn't care about that worry - and it made you close the door with a smile.

In the elevator that would take you to the designated floor that the person had mentioned in their message, you held onto your CV tightly, it being the only source of something steady within your reach. A ding interrupted your nervous leg shaking, and the doors opened, only to reveal plain white walls. After stepping out, you immediately came to sight with an open space, its walls covered in Seventeen and NU'EST posters. Step by step, you got closer to the desk that stood in the room with a woman behind it, sitting in an office chair. Passing by these pictures, you couldn't help but stare at certain faces a little bit longer than necessary, remembering the one, very important, reason that you tried avoiding this building. You shook your head, getting yourself out of your daydream and continued your walk to the desk. As soon as you reached it, you said hello to the Lady sitting there, "Hello, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L), I'm here for a job interview?" You made it sound more of a question, still very nervous about the situation.

"Oh yes, please," she stood up, revealing the beautiful business outfit she was wearing, "You can follow me." She led you a few doors further to the back, stopping in front of a glassed out office. After knocking, the woman looked inside the room carefully, "Hello, (Y/N) (Y/L) just arrived."

"Oh yes, send her in," the voice from inside erupted, making you turn your head, trying to see them through the window, but the window decorations got in the way. The secretary stepped to the side, motioning for you to go in, which you did, not wanting to waste too much time. After saying a quiet 'Thank you' you closed the door and turned your full attention to the other woman in the room - the person that would judge you for the next few minutes.

"Hello, Ms. (Y/L). Please, take a seat," she showed you the chair on which you took a seat, "How are you?"

"I'm doing very well, thank you," you smiled at her, "I have to say, I'm very thankful for this opportunity."

She brushed it off, "Oh please, I should be the one to say thank you since you were able to make it today."

You placed the folder holding your CV on the office table and pushed it slightly forward, "It really is no problem all, the sooner, the better," you tried easing up the situation to cover up the intense rate at which heart was racing.

"Oh," the woman looked at papers with a soft shock on her face, "You didn't have to bring your CV today. I just wanted to get to know you. I hoped Mingyu would've told you."

Your heart stopped at the sudden mention of his name. You hadn't heard from him in weeks, nor has anyone around you decided to talk about him, knowing there was thick air between the two of you.

"Sorry?" you wanted to make sure, you didn't make up what you had just heard.

"I expected Mingyu to tell you everything I told him. Like to not bring your CV and to think about this of two friends meeting up instead of seeing it as a job interview," she smiled at you, oblivious to the situation, "He already told us so much about you."

Oh, did he now...

"Oh right...", multiple fake scenarios were running through your mind, and you tried to hold onto one, "We've both just been really busy these past few days. He must have forgotten about it."

The woman in front of you laughed, "Well, he wouldn't be a member of Seventeen if he wasn't constantly busy." And you copied her, giving her your best fake smile.

"Well then," she clapped her hands, "Just tell me a bit about your university life," and looked down at your CV, "Right, he did talk about your major,"

Again, he. He mentioned you. He talked about you. He was the reason why you were sitting in the chair, in front of a woman who had no idea who you were other than Mingyu's... friend? Colleague? Ex-fuck buddy?

"Mingyu told me about your grades, and wow... he... he really did not lie," her face showed that she was impressed, making you feel more at ease, knowing that she still appreciated your hard work, "As you may know, Seventeen has a show called Going Seventeen," she looked back up at you, already finding your eyes looking at her, "And we're still looking for writers and producers for the show, and I have to say, I think you would make a great addition to the team."

"Thank you." And you meant it. As annoyed as you were at that moment, hearing her compliment the work you had added into the folder that she was looking through, filled with made-up scripts you had to write for your course, made your heart flutter.

"We could start with an internship, so you can see how we work here and then, only if you want, of course, promote you to get a fixed position. How does that sound?"

"Great, yeah," you nodded quickly, which probably made it seem like you were over-excited about the opportunity.

"Great!" she exclaimed, "I'll send you all of the details about payment and stuff like that later so you can have a look at it in peace at home, alright? There's no rush to tell me about your decision immediately." She explained the content of her mail, in detail, mentioning everything important and repeatedly thanked Mingyu for introducing you to her. After that, she stood up, making you do the same, and handed you back the blue map. You took it back and were ready to shake her hand to leave, when she asked, "Is there anything you'd like to know maybe? Something I forgot or wouldn't include in the e-mail?"

To be honest, your thoughts were everywhere, but in the room, you were in. Thankfully, you were able to understand most of what she had just told you, but you were mostly thinking about something else.

"Where are the practice rooms?"

You left the floor of the office enraged, filled with fury and anger. How can this man not leave you alone? And how did you not answering his messages, turn into him now talking about you to people you don't even know. You haven't talked to him ever since you last saw him at that Café, and you were not mad about it. Sad? No. Maybe a little bit. But no. There was just this built up anger inside of you that had gotten bigger and bigger with every annoying action of his, starting with him interrupting your date with Seungcheol. Jesus... how did you get to this. You used to know each other so well, spent almost every day with each other... and now you weren't even able to hear his name without a shiver going down your spine. As you kept on thinking about where the two of you went wrong, the elevator's 'ding' let you know you reached your designated floor, on which the practice rooms were supposed to be. Walking out, you came to sight with yet another framed Seventeen picture. They really were all over this office...

You turned to your right as it was the only possible way, and started walking along the hallways, passing door by door and looking through every single one's little window, trying to find the group of 13 men.

The door before the last one, was where you finally stood still. Through the glass, you could see them running around, dancing to one of their new songs. Your eyes quickly found Cheol's frame, watching his moves closely. Then they suddenly drifted a little further as they fell on the tallest silhouette in the room. His dark hair was messy but it didn't make him look bad. If even, it only made him look ho-

No! God, what are you thinking?! You quickly shook your head, jumping back from the door, trying to collect your thoughts again. Looking around the hallway, you watched out for anyone who could have possibly caught you spying through the window. Thankfully, there was no one.

Suddenly, the door in front of you opened, and Seungkwan appeared.

"Oh, (Y/N), what are you doing here?" He was excited to see you, "I would hug you, but I don't want you to get sweat on your nice clothes." His kindness made you smile,

"It's okay."

"Why are you here?" he wondered, "Here to see Cooouuups?" and dragged out your lover's name, as he loved teasing you. Seungkwan was someone you had always got along very well with. He was one of the first people Mingyu introduced you to, and as much as he and his member were the equivalent of Tom and Jerry, Seungkwan and you were more like Jerry and cheese.

You didn't want to let him know about the actual reason you decided to pay them a visit, "Uh, yeah, can I-" before you were even able to ask, he went back to open the door and dragged you back inside with him, "Look who's here!!!!" His voice echoed through the big space, every head turning to you.

Cheol's lips turned into a smile quickly as he jogged towards you, greeting you with a kiss that you only reciprocated slightly.

"I thought you didn't want them to see us?" He teased you with raised eyebrows, making you chuckle nervously, "how did it go?"

You hugged the folder you were still holding tightly, "Yeah," and nodded, "Great. I'm definitely gonna think about it." You didn't want to make him worry, therefore you decided to just play a part. Your answer seemed to make him happy as the smile on his face grew bigger, and he wrapped his arm around you to move you over to where the rest of the guys were standing and sitting.

As soon as you looked ahead, your eyes quickly found his. His dark eyes that you only knew too well. The eyes in which you would look at every time he was hovering above you. Eyes that would run over your bod-

You got lost in your thoughts again. As you felt his gaze not leaving yours and you remembered the last conversation the two of you had, you quickly brushed off the arm around your waist and stopped in your tracks, making Cheol turn around and look at you with a puzzled look on his face.

"I just need to talk to Mingyu for a bit," you explained. Your partner had been pretty oblivious about the situation with his younger member, but he trusted you. Even though he shouldn't...

He nodded, and continued walking straight ahead when you called out, "Mingyu!" he looked at you, surprised at his name falling from your lips, "Can I talk to you? Outside." With a nod, he walked up to you, only to get stopped by a hand on his arm and his leader looking at him sternly,

"Be careful." The '97 Liner brushed it off with an annoyed look on his face and followed you back into the hallway.

Outside, a bit further from the entrance to the practice room, you waited for him to close the door before you slapped his arm with your CV, "Why?!" Your voice was surprisingly loud right from the start. He looked at where your folder had just hit him and glanced at you unimpressed,

"What, why?"

"Don't play fucking dumb with me, Mingyu." As harsh as your words sounded, he couldn't help the warm feeling spreading in his stomach at hearing his name in the voice he had been missing for too long. As you waited for an answer but didn't receive one, you continued,

"Why did you tell that producer about me? Is that your way of communicating with me? Through staff members?!"

"Now I'm not even allowed to talk about you anymore?" He tried playing innocent.

"Stop making me look like an idiot!" you slapped him again, "I told you to stop with- with everything! And suddenly-" before continuing your rant, he interrupted you with a provocatively calm voice,

"I only told her about you and your studies. You work at the front desk at a dentist office while studying producing. You don't think that's kinda off?"

"So what?" you opened your arms, "What if I like it? What if I didn't look for anything else because I enjoy it there?"

Mingyu scuffed, "Yeah, sure," then got closer to you, "I remember every single time you talked about that place. Not once did you not complain," he may or may not have been right about that, "I just wanted to do you a favour?"

"Kiss my ass, I swear to god," you rolled your eyes, "If you wanted to do me a favour, you'd leave me alone."

"And leave you to be miserable when I could have helped you to give you exactly what you were looking for?!" Now he raised the volume of his voice too. At the same moment, people exited the elevator and turned to you in slight shock at the scene in front of them. You felt your face heating up in embarrassment, which Mingyu seemed to notice as he grabbed your hand to pull you into one of the empty practice rooms.

As soon as you were inside, you snatched your hand away from his.

"Don't start making this personal," you warned him, referring to the statement he had just made. You knew the words he used didn't only translate to him giving you a job opportunity. Because you also clearly knew about his feelings towards your relationship with Seungcheol. Why is it bothering him that much? You had no idea.

"Why didn't he give you that opportunity, huh?" he suddenly shouted, "If he loves you THAT much, why didn't he try to get you to actually do what you want to do instead of working behind a desk?!"

"Because he respects my decision and the fact that I can very much get a job by myself!" you screamed back at him.

"Fuck that! That's bullshit, and you know that-,"

"How the hell would you know-,"

"BECAUSE I'VE BEEN THERE FOR YOU SINCE DAY ONE!" His voice got the loudest you had ever heard it, "I've known you for so much longer than he has!! I know you!! I know you better than you do yourself apparently! Jesus Christ, I only wanted to give you an opportunity you'd never take on yourself because you'd be too scared-" he noticed you wanting to interrupt him, so he stopped you with his index finger, "And yes, you would have been too scared. You never took on big shots like that because you always thought you weren't good enough."

"Wow, now you're using my insecurities against me?" As his voice got quieter, so did yours.

Mingyu grasped his hair, slightly pulling on it, "I'm just trying to help you, alright? They were talking about getting new interns and you came to my mind, and so I told them about you," he explained, using hand gestures, "I never wanted to hurt you..." the last sentence was only a whisper.

You laughed sarcastically at the sudden confession, "Oh yeah? You should have thought about that before! You don't want to hurt me? Then let me be happy! Let me be happy with Seung-"

He approached you with quick steps, and before you were able to finish your sentence, his hand on your mouth stopped you, "Don't you dare. If I hear his name from your lips, I swear to god."

You reached up to hold onto his wrist, slowly lowering his hand, not interrupting the deep stare both you of shared, "What is your problem?" your voice has turned into a whisper as he was close enough to hear.

"Don't start that," he threatened you softly.

"What? Huh?" You walked backwards, creating another space between you two, "Why can't you let me be happy?"

Mingyu only chuckled with a sad undertone, which made you raise your voice again slightly, "Why are you trying to ruin my happiness?" Your words made him snap again, but he didn't dare to shout at you, only adjusting his voice to yours,

"This? This is your happiness?! What you've got going on with him? How much longer do you want to make yourself think that?!"

"I AM happy, and you seem to not see that!! How the hell would you know-"

"BECAUSE I'VE BEEN THERE! That was my place!! I was the one who made you happy!! I was the one who constantly cared for you!!" he got insanely frustrated with your obliviousness.

"We were friends! He's my-",

"NO, HE'S NOT!" Mingyu approached you quickly once again, making you back up against the wall. His right arm rested right next to your head as your faces were as close as before, "And you know damn well we're more than friends."

"We WERE," your voice was shaking and, you hoped he didn't notice your slight gasped as his tall frame hovered over you, "Past tense."

"So you admit it," he smirked. Your words had hurt him, yes. But he also heard you not correcting your relationship status. You looked at him confusedly. "You admit that we're more than friends,"

"Were." You repeated.

The intense stare the two of you shared had created a tension that you hadn't felt before. Maybe the fact that you hadn't seen each other in weeks added to that.

"Why are you pushing me away?" You felt his breath on your lips as your eyes, as well as his kept, switching between each other's gaze and mouth. He kept on coming closer, and you could feel yourself starting to lean in when suddenly someone clearing their throat made you jump.

"Sorry," DK raised his hands in defence, "We-we, we just... practice", he pointed into the hallway and sighed out, "yeah."

Before anyone else could say anything, you collected yourself and brushed past Mingyu to walk out of the situation quickly. Passing Dokyeom by the door, you nodded your head as 'Goodbye' and rushed to catch the elevator.

As soon as you were out of sight, the older one turned to watch Mingyu lean against the wall where you had been only seconds ago,

"What the hell, dude.“

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[terichii]

Stalking | Haitani

Warnings: clumsy english text, typos

Can I just write something before I see these beautiful boys in the new episode?

Ran

You knew for sure that you had already seen this guy. By a stupid accident, one day he helped you collect your things that were scattered all over the street. Since then, he surprisingly often began to catch your eye. You noticed him on the way to and from work when you went to the store or just walked around the city. Sometimes he was passing by you and smile, which was confusing, but sometimes you noticed how he was watching from afar. In the end, it was like being paranoid. It seemed that you were about to see these two braids that callused your eyes, sitting on the sofa in your living room.

And you've come to terms with it. Almost. Until something happened.

"You've been finishing up pretty late lately."

"Eh?...",- the familiar voice sent shivers down your spine. You froze, unable to move. But you didn't want to turn your head because you probably knew it was him. Now it was just like a terrible dream that did not want to let you go.

"Do you need a ride?"

Swallowing, you turned around. Yes, it was him. That creepy guy with those stupid braids that you hated. Leaning on the steering wheel of the bike and propping his chin on his hand, he looked at you with a narrowed eye and a grin.

"Uh...n-no, thank you, I'm not far here...", - but you're lying and it seems that he understands this. The time was really late, and you live far away. But right now you were thinking about how to escape from him. You walked further along the street, periodically glancing at him and speeding up your pace. If you had the opportunity, you would have run with all your might now, but you knew that this opportunity was not there. You definitely can't overtake a bike.

The guy caught up with you, looking right into your face, the grin became even wider when he realized what was going on, it seemed that he felt you too well, - "Are you afraid of me?"

"What?? Of course not", - the words, full of indignation, literally burst out of you. No, you weren't afraid of him, you were already sick of seeing him. Isn't that right? Right? ...

From your harsh words, he looked thoughtfully somewhere up into the night sky, before turning back to you, - "That's how...but…"

But you're already gone.

Pausing in mid-sentence, Ran began to look around, peering into the depths of the dark streets. He pursed his lips when he realized where you went – to a remote alley. The place is not the safest.

Your rapid footsteps echoed hollowly from the concrete walls of the narrow alleys. Hoping to take a shortcut and get out of here as soon as possible, you wound through unfamiliar courtyards until you once again came to a dead end.

"Damn",- your thoughts began to get confused again, a tight lump rose somewhere in your throat, you felt panic. If you go back, he will be there. But you're tired of looking for a way out.

"Hey, baby, are you lost?"

Lost in your thoughts, you did not notice how three criminal-looking guys turned out to be nearby. One of them came up to you with an imposing gait, unceremoniously grabbing you by the waist, the disgusting type pulled you closer to him.

"Why are you so tense, relax, we can help you with this, right, guys?", - the guy looked at his friends and laughed, they also took up his initiative.

Unpleasant laughter causes a headache, for a second you thought that you could just give up, that this is not happening to you and it has gone too far.

"Take your hands off!!", - pushing him away from you with a sharp jerk, you jumped back a couple of steps.

The guy staggered, but stood on his feet, although an unpleasant aching pain spread over his chest, which caused his cheerful mood to instantly evaporate, giving way to anger, - "Catch this bitch."

After these words, you immediately slipped back into the narrow alley along which you came, when the others ran after you. Out of the corner of your ear, you heard threats flying after you. You ran, running out of strength until you found an even narrower alley with containers behind which you could hide.

Footsteps and voices echoed past your shelter, sweat broke out on your face, and your legs were buzzing because of the heavy load, but you were still sitting stiffly on the cold, dirty asphalt, unable to move and breathe calmly.

But the panic again covered you when the steps were approaching in your direction, and the shadow fell on the wall of the building opposite. But you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the tall figure of a guy you already know. It seems that for the first time you were happy to see him.

"Are you okay?", - an excited expression appeared on his face as he looked you up and down and held out his hand to help you up.

"Yes, I was just a little scared...", - you accepted the help and got up on your numb legs, brushing off your clothes from the dirt, - "Thank you for...oh...you have blood on your cheek", - you didn't understand why you were worried about him, seeing only a small scratch on his face, but...from this angle, you noted that your pursuer was very cute, which made your cheeks turn pink.

"Hmm?", - passing his hand over his cheek, he looked at his fingers, which really had smeared blood on them, but..- "It's not mine", - the guy smiled gently, which caused you confusion, but you were calm.

"Do you see how many problems there are just because you didn't agree to my offer?", - a light chuckle eased the tension between the two of you as he held out his hand to you again, - "So can I give you a ride?"

Confused, even more, you looked uncertainly into his eyes and, not seeing the danger, carefully put your hand in his, - "I think...yes."

Rindou

"I think it's starting to rain...", - a familiar voice drawled thoughtfully to your's right, while you were standing at the intersection and was waiting for the green light.

From surprise, you turned around and shuddered – in the crowd of people waiting for the signal, there was him - a guy with blond hair and a very ordinary sharp face. The purple eyes shine a little, brazenly looking at your's face. Without turning around, he opens his umbrella right at the moment when the first thunderclap sounds somewhere in the distance.

"Aren't you afraid of getting wet?", - It became obvious that this guy was talking to you, taking a light step past those standing around.

"No", - you whisper, taking a step back.

Suddenly, a beep is heard behind him. The cars on the road freeze, and the flow of people rushes forward, carrying you away. Your thoughts were confused as your legs desperately carried you somewhere ahead. You had already passed the crossing, but something made you turn around. Your heart stopped for a moment, then began to pound wildly – you saw him among the huge mass of heads. His blond, disheveled hair shone like the sun from under a black umbrella. It seems that he also noticed you – a friendly smile appeared on his face. Lifting his umbrella, he waved vigorously at you with his free hand.

This innocent gesture caused a wave of icy goosebumps to run down your back, and you hurried to escape from a crowded place to some courtyards.

You ran for a long time, ragged breath coming out of your mouth until the strength left you, and you stopped. You needed to catch your breath. The rain was beating harder and harder on your head. Your hair and clothes were soaked through

"You'll catch a cold if you keep running like this," - he suddenly heard very close to your ear.

You jumped on the spot and turned around. It's him again! And how does he manage to catch up with you, while maintaining an absolutely calm appearance?..

The guy came closer, taking advantage of your confusion. He held out his hand. Cold…

His angular hand slid onto your forearm and, moving up, pulled uncomfortably on your wet sleeve.

"What do you want from me?...", - you whispered very softly. Your voice was hoarse, frightened. You were shaking all over.

A real hurricane of thoughts was spinning in your head. The first meeting was on a clear evening, a sweet, promising conversation. When did everything go wrong? Now he was following your constantly. At first, he seemed unobtrusive and courteous – he met you, accompany you through dangerous streets to the house. But...after one of the meetings, everything changed. Or not?

"I just want to walk you home", - as always, he smiled warmly with his simple smile, as if he did not understand how creepy he looks now, in their "accidental" meeting. - "Yes, and this rain is so not at the right time. And I see you don't take an umbrella…"

"Fuck off already!", - you screamed and started running again, leaving the frightening interlocutor in slight confusion.

The rain was falling harder and harder, blurring the view with a solid wall. Where did you run to? You didn't care anymore. A straight section, a turn, another turn, a wide street that you run diagonally, ignoring the indignant shouts in the back. The lights of the signs and windows dance around you. Everything merges into a strange nightmare, where bright colors are just decorations. Your heart continues to pound wildly, the noise of blood in your ears is deafening.

That's when you bump into someone's thick carcass. An elastic blow throws you to the wet asphalt. Your hands are burning with pain, and you finally come to your senses.

You were now sitting in some dark alley, where neither lonely windows nor the black doors of various eateries do not go out.

A moment of confusion.

"S-sorry", - you rise, leaning on a skinned palm. It stings. – "I just…"

"Are you lost, beautiful?" - A high-pitched adult voice was heard.

You lookup. In front of you is a heavy man significantly exceeding you in height. He chuckles slightly as he looks at you. And now he was reaching out to you

"Let me examine your hands...", - a hard grip shackles your right wrist, pulls forward.

You are overwhelmed by panic, you can't resist it, are absolutely tired. From despair and pain, you began to howl softly.

"Well, well", - the man encouraged you, smiling maliciously, continuing to pull you to him. – "There's nothing terrible here, dear, now I'll help you get rid of the pain…"

The other hand was also close to your body. It seemed that something irreparable was about to happen.

"Don't...please let me go!", - you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut in a fit of hopelessness.

And then something happened.

You opened one eye, unable to restrain a strange curiosity. The man let go of your hand, and all his attention was now focused on the guy standing almost between them. With one hand he continued to squeeze the umbrella, the water from which was just trickling down the rough man's neck, and with the other, he was squeezing his fat wrist.

"I think they told you to let go," - he said seriously, looking straight into the small, surprising beady eyes.

"What?", - that's all the boar said, after which he tried to crush the stranger with his mass, stepping forward.

What happened next, you remembered vaguely. More precisely, you just didn't have time to remember exactly what happened. The guy only smiled rapaciously at the fat man's movement, after which he made several blows so fast that you simply did not catch them all. Just sharp shadows under the light of a lone lantern suddenly crashed into a thick carcass. The pig didn't even say anything, just fell back, collapsing on the garbage bags against the wall.

Realizing that it was all over, you turned her gaze to your pursuer and were amazed. He stood there, absolutely calm, smiling affably and holding out his hand to her.

"It's dangerous to go home alone. Can I walk you out?"

A lump rose in your throat, but you immediately overcame herself and took the stranger by the hand. - "Yes, I think I should agree"

You smiled sweetly back at him, then obediently stood under a wide umbrella, and together you moved to the exit of the alley.

[michimichim]

in fall & bloom | doyeon

disclaimer: top!fem reader x bottom!doyeon, mention of blood.

your shouts of glee resonate through the bustling streets of the city, pedestrians barely catching glimpse of your zooming figures. the autumn breeze is welcoming against your face, the sunlight warm on your skin as you veer the wheels of your bike onto the next street. your eyes occasionally gaze up at the bleeding tangerine sky through the palm branches without crashing into cars, or worse, have you and your passenger tumbling down the descending street.

“wait!” the latter suddenly yelps into your ear. you press the bike to a stop, both feet coming down to graze the gravel, then to finally land firm on the ground.

“you okay?” you ask when the bike’s stabilized, craning your neck to give doyeon a curious gaze just to find her eyeing the small dip laying a few feet away down the street. there's a pretty blush dusting her cheeks, chestnut hair outlining her forehead and even, darker lashes when her eyes glide back to yours in a form of uncertainty. she's wearing green contacts today, further accentuating her piercing gaze along with the dipping sun highlighting streaks of orange and yellow on her features.

“no way we’re going down that path.” she answers, a tone of incredulity in her voice.

“what?” your brows shoot up as you slightly look back at the road – it is a bit steep, but not dangerously so. you turn back to doyeon. “why not?”

doyeon’s eyes squint back at you, fully glaring, face scrunched – most likely wondering how insane you must truly be. but the endearing and dopey smile you offer back is enough to melt her rigid posture.

“they’ll kill you if i die.” is what she ends up saying instead. the light wind sweeps lightly through her hair, conveying the lulling scent of cotton candy and peach perfume.

you laugh, playfully bumping back into her. “wimp.”

“i’m sorry, is my death a joke to you?” she whispers menacingly into your ear, hooking her index through the belt loops of your jeans.

“hilarious, even.” you tease, tilting your head back to pucker your lips. “kiss.”

“no.” she deadpans, encircling your waist. “first, get me down that road in one piece.” you snort at that, “we can just walk our way down, yeonnie. i was kidding.”

“no, i somehow trust you with this.” she gags out, reluctantly. “why do i trust you?” she mutters right after.

“that’s rich, coming from an arsonist.” you muse, sounding utterly contented, a sharp contradiction to doyeon's allegation.

“shut up,” she starts and you just know she’s about to read you. you furtively feign a roll of your eyes, yet, an infatuated smile stays on the edge of your lips. you'll never tell her, but there’s nothing more attractive than when she gets like this. “–told me you would come and pick me up for a walk, not a bike ride. and unless you have short-term mem–” she stops. “stop staring at my lips.”

you laugh, sheepish, then avert your gaze back to the road ahead. “i'm getting my kiss once i drop you off.”

“if i'm still alive.” she says, hooking her chin on your shoulder.

you whine about her being a pessimist bitch and she lightly, though discreetly presses her lips against your jaw. “kidding.” she singsongs, squeezing your mid.

so you kick off once again. aside from the air being squeezed out of you, you make it down safe and sound. you cycle the both of you through lush paths, to open green fields and watch butterflies fly above, occasionally slowing down the pace of the bike to take it all in. with the scintilla feeling of just the two of you on a bike — blissful with the speed, with the fresh wind in your faces – you’re at home.

doyeon leans the side of her head against your back, letting her eyes take in the beautiful scenery that nature brings. it was nice being able to hold onto you like so, not a care in the world whether she’ll wake up to her name trending on social platforms, or worse, being questioned about her affectionate nature. south korea still has its outdated ideologies, teaching her to enjoy the beauty of whatever it is you’ve started, drawing as much as she can from the light and secretive touches.

unlike her, you no longer seem to focus on the picturesque surroundings. doyeon's hands start having a mind of their own, palms flat on your abdomen, they brush with each movement of your legs on the pedals – and she wastes no time noticing. it's a position she very much enjoys. her eager hands begin to venture areas they’ve never had before. she skims her way up and down your stomach, smiling to herself when she senses you tense. they map their way lower, to the button of your jeans, and without warning, slide up under your sweater. your heart nearly burst from your chest.

the noise that escapes from your throat is a mix of a choke and guttural sound. “christ, doyeon!” you breathe, scandalized. “we’ll fucking crash!”

the frigid feel of her fingers on your skin almost swerves you off the damn bike.

she only laughs, kissing the back of your neck in an apologetic gesture. she resists the urge to tease for the remainder of the ride, only cooing and every so often – she can’t help herself. she’d caress the area over your ribcage, feeling your heart jump beneath the dainty sweater. you can always excuse it as the intensive exercise you have so willingly put yourself through.

you park the bicycle in front of doyeon’s building and lean slightly forward so your elbows rest onto the handlebar. except doyeon doesn’t budge, she stays put, only shifting to press herself further against you.

“you need to keep your hands to yourself, ma’am.” you reproach with a shake of your head, glancing around to make sure no one, especially from her company, is sighting you. “we really could’ve died, and it would’ve been your fault.”

needless to say, that’s no news to you; doyeon has always been quite blasé towards prudence and authority matters. she has a flair for rebellion, not so much that she wants to go against the grain, but she sustains an innate drive towards doing so, and that includes the blatant flirting she would put on at random times.

“but i can’t keep my hands to myself,” she titters and you feel the vibration all throughout your body. you look back at her with narrowed eyes, and she leans her head comfortably against your shoulder, freely gazing at you through long lashes, a smoldering smile on her pouty lips. “plus, i believe i owe you a kiss.”

there's a shout down the street as kids chase after each other, loaded backpacks swinging and feet banging against the gravel.

“i believe you do, yes.” you concur, squeezing her arms that are still wrapped around your mid. “too much people, though.”

and that’s how she ends up dragging you up to her dorms, barely leaving you time to shut the door close behind you – her lips are on yours. thankfully, no one’s home, or at least in the living room because there’s no scientific reason you could come up with to explain why you’re lip locking with one of korea’s favorite girls.

by some miracle, she manages to maneuver you down the hall and into her room, all the while remaining busy giggling and kissing on each other. you throw yourself on her bed, and she ensues, settling down beside you. your feet dangle off the bed as you both lay horizontally – it’s a comical sight that she makes sure to point out.

you're getting progressively mindful of the warmth in your lower belly, the tingling feeling somewhere in your stomach when you engage her into another kiss. the kiss is wet and slow, experimentally tasting the apricot balm coating her plump lips as you leave the sweetest of promises on them. you tentatively stroke her thighs and in turn, her hands resume its trail under your sweater, across your abdomen in a series of affectionate caresses.

you make certain to be slow and considerate as always. after all, this is the farthest you’ve gone. there's only been kissing so far, nothing more, not even touching. you figured if doyeon is ready, she’ll initiate it. which is exactly what’s happening when she leans slightly over you to unbutton your jeans.

“hey,” you whisper against luscious lips, now swollen and tender, while tenderly cradling her jaw into your palm. “no pressure, okay?”

doyeon stills under your earnest look and runs a hand through her locks, pearly teeth toying with her bottom lip. “i know. i just – i need this.” there isn't so much as a slight hint of uncertainty when the reply escapes her lips. more of an emphatic assertion.

you gently push her back down to hover her body, slowly peppering her neck with kisses and tiny licks. doyeon pushes the rear of your head forward, urging for more, however, you take as much time as necessary. your kisses become unbearably slow, irritating her while also lighting up every nerve and muscle within her body. each wet path your tongue leaves further drenches her panties.

you rise back to her mouth, gradually driving her insane with the laid-back, sluggish brush of your tongue on her lips all without fully pressing them. you tease, altering the angle of your head each time she'd drive forward to capture your lips. without much warning, doyeon’s teeth are sinking into your lip, biting harder when you take her sensitive nipple between the spaces of your fingers.

a dainty spill of blood streams down your lip, further startling you when she soothes over the texture with her tongue, gaze darkening as she stares directly into your hooded eyes. “stop fucking with me.” she hisses.

“and since when are you so fucking demanding?” you moan, there’s no denying how turned on and heated the little backtalk makes you. she grinds her hips against yours as your lips crash into hers in a searing fiery kiss. your hands cup her face, both of your tongues rolling, playing and sliding against each other. she’s sucking and biting at your bottom lip, tongue thrusting forward. you close your lips around it and suck with an appreciative moan. god, you could eat her right then.

in the midst, your hands roam over her breasts, fingers pulling her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. she breaks the kiss to throw her head back and gasps as you pinch and pull harder at them.

“oh fuck.” with that, she’s once again snaking her hands up your shirt, feeling over your warm skin and bunching the fabric up for you to take off. you grab the hem and slide it off you while the rest slowly comes off in the middle of feverish kisses and explorative touches.

you take to straddle her hips, admiring the pale skin of her tight abdomen with a rapacious curiosity. you gently fondle her pert breasts into your hands, pondering whether to tear the bra keeping you from making skin-to-skin contact. compelling, but an attempt at it will cost you your head – so you contempt yourself by sneaking them underneath the band, relishing in the pretty little sounds rippling out through her lips.

“you like that, don’t you?” you purr out quietly, rubbing your thumbs over the aching, hard peak against your hand.

“harder.” she mewls, torso arching and pushing just to feel more of that pain mixing in with pleasure.

you lean down, a dark glint in your eyes as you bite and tug at her bra’s fabric, she grows wetter at the sight and feel of your warm breath ghosting on her nipples. she wraps her legs around your mid to cage you in, her hand tangling into your hair when you bite down onto her nub. she's letting out a soft cry when your tongue pokes at the tip before sucking the nub into your mouth, pulling on the flesh and grazing the surface, just enough to leave reddened markings on the flesh.

“ooh–” she gasps, breath labored, gripping tightly into your hair as you give the same treatment to the other pair, rolling the tender flesh between your fingers. you're positioned much lower so you rise slightly back up her body so your cores are touching and snap your hips down against hers. it turns her world upside down; everything tingles from her head to her toes as you repeat the motion over and over again.

you lean up to peck her lips, setting an accommodating pace for you both that has doyeon rising up to meet each grind.

she watches you with unfiltered lust; hands coasting down your face, to your shoulders and arms for a few moments, then cupping around the back of your neck and back down to squeeze your breast. she truly cannot keep her hands off of you. “i want it from behind.” there’s always been something impressive, fervent, in the classic simplicity and directness that is doyeon. it still catches you off guard, agape and sputtering. you stop.

with the majority of your thoughts gone, head clouded with wanton pleasure, you’re unsure of what you exactly heard; you ask again, throat closing around the words. “from behind?”

doyeon's brow quirk in a form of amusement, seeming lucid enough to poke fun at you, but still far from collected. the column of her neck is flushed red, eyes low and glazed – she’s beyond gorgeous. “i don’t have a strap, but your fingers will do,” she shoots you a coy look. “so, fuck me from behind.”

you blink slowly. “alright.” you say, heart clenching in what could only be a mix of amazement, lust, anticipation and anything that can match up a synonym in the dictionary. "roll over for me.”

and she does just that, not before unclasping her bra. it falls down her shapely shoulders, exposing her tiny breasts that your mouth begs to take back in. she gets on all fours, back arching and head craning back to stare you down, challenge in her gaze. “better do your best.”

goose bumps break all over her body as you seize her by the shape of her waist, almost taking her up on the challenge. unfortunately, there was only so much you can leave on doyeon’s body. as much as you want to taint her body red with unique markings, she has an image to maintain so it’ll simply have to wait.

you pull her panties down the gracious curve of her ass, leaving it to slip softly down her thighs then off her legs. your hands caress the silky, supple skin appreciatively, tracing over the dip of her waist to the back of her thighs. you give each of her ass cheeks a hard slap, heart pounding with each moan of hers – you’d think she’s used to this.

"come onnn," she whines, pressing back against you.

"relax." you hum, stroking your hand up and down the long of her back, relishing in the way it freely glides. you gently nudge her knees apart and kneel down behind her. the slight bit of slickness trickling down her lips prompts you to give her a few long strokes of your index, doyeon moans and arches her back further down as the same finger gives hot pleasure within her.

“you’re so pretty.” you compliment, fully admiring all esoteric aspects of her body like a tulip about to bloom – the ones who shimmer in the afternoon and reaches to glow of sunshine- as you start licking between her folds, taking your sweet time to lap every drop of her slick melting down her center. you mouth along her swollen clit through the poetic pleasure rolling into every part of her body, spiking in every nerve ending.

you bury your face farther amid the girl’s puffy folds, licking with passion in your movement, your hands gripping her thighs as you lap away at her hole, occasionally reaching up to flicker across her clit and fling her whole body in a mass of spasm.

your sleeked fingertips gradually begin prodding her entrance, easily sliding between the folds, remaining slow and cautious as to not hurt her. doyeon's nails dig into the comforter, unfamiliar pain lightly shooting up her core and spine.

“you alright?” you ask; there is a tiny waver in your voice, concern and apologetic.

“i-” she sucks air through her teeth, “yeah. keep going.”

reluctant, but complying, you extract your index to replace with your thumb. you hope this helps to start small and later on, prep her to take more. she pants softly, eyes teary and unfocused as her body attempts to choose whether she wants to rock back into your hand, stay rooted at the feeling of being stretched or flee from the unfamiliar pain that’s snaking down her thighs.

you thumb through her opening with consoling words along soothing circles of your hand on her lower back. it diverts her from the pain and creeping pleasure probing inside of her. you extend the process, her gradual whines climbing in octaves when she’d try jerking away from a certain spot being brushed by your inquisitive finger. you'd have to grab her by the elegant curve of the waist, pull her back and keep her in place.

it's just a matter of time before she’s past dripping, pleading and moaning for more. hips inclined back, accentuating the fluid lines of her back; she's crying in nothing but divine ecstasy as you switch back to your index. you draw it out until just the tip is in, then plunge it back in her wet tightness. needless to say, she doesn’t simply see the stars but the cosmos in all its entirety before her eyes.

reiteration of strangled sounds and gasps spill from her lips when you start steadily pumping in and out. she tries stifling them by shoving her head down in the covers, not because she wants to be discreet but rather her embarrassment in hearing those sounds coming from herself – they're melodic, symphonic even, to your ears.

it's something doyeon finds herself loving – the feeling of being handled and taken care of. the knowledge that she can easily be reduced to a messy state if you so desired (as one would expect, you’d have to work for it). doyeon's thighs shake with more thrusts of your fingers reaching deep – and she takes it all, with great difficulty, but it’s a start. her eyes flutter closed as the thick stretch that your fingers amply provide, turn into blissful pleasure to bring her closer to her release.

"how about another?" you ask over the high pitched whines. "can you do that?"

"i don–" you swipe your thumb over her clit and her breath catches in her throat before going back to ball the sheets into her hand. you encourage her with a squeeze on her thigh. "yes, yes."

you add your middle finger, cursing at how tight she is, her spasmic muscles start clenching around you. that's all it takes.

in less than a second, your digits are coated in juices and sleek is sliding down her legs as you easily coax her into a slow, staggering orgasm. she bucks her hips up with one last startled moan and you look on, smug, gently twisting your fingers through the slight burn of her orgasm until she slumps down on her stomach with a silent scream.