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Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 10
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Warning: Smut First time I've ever written smut, so I'm sorry if it sucks (I'm updating the warnings in the series masterlist so this is the only other warning for smut from here on out)
Also want to let everyone know that with holiday seasons coming up, work is getting busier and I'm gonna be working more days than my normal here soon so it's gonna be a bit harder to write. I promise to update as often as possible and I'm gonna start adding dates next to the upcoming chapters in the masterlist on when they should be posted so refer to that.
thank you everyone for reading, now enjoy
Chapter 10
âHow was it?â Jisung asks after Y/n walks out of the office he was waiting for her in front of as she was talking with her therapist and psychiatrist and he can see the signs that sheâs been crying which doesnât surprise him.Â
âWeird.â She sniffles, wiping her nose with a tissue. âThey asked me a lot of mental health questions mostly, and they want to put me on anti anxiety meds for sure and maybe antidepressants.â
âItâs not too bad.â He takes her hand to lead her back to the lobby where Chan is waiting for them. âI was put on the same when I first started coming here. Still take the anxiety ones actually.â
âReally?â She looks at him surprised.Â
âYeah.â He nods his head. âI was homeschooled as a kid so I didnât socialize as much as I should have and it caused a lot of anxiety because of it. The only reason I know Chan and Changbin is because my dad worked for their dads originally. Really they were my only friends back then.â
âGood to know.â She nods, frowning.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â
âI just realized I donât actually know a lot about all of you guys, or how you all came to be.â She whispers, looking at the floor.Â
âWell feel free to ask questions whenever, weâll be happy to answer.â He squeezes her hand as they walk out into the lobby and Chan looks up at them.
âYou okay?â Chan stands as the two walk up to him and he pulls her into his side.Â
âYeah, it was just a lot.â She hands him the paper for her anti-anxiety prescription.Â
The alpha looks over it and sighs but understands and reads the note about possible antidepressants but they want to have more sessions with her to determine that.Â
âIâm gonna ask you like I had asked Ji when they wanted to prescribe him this too.â He moves her to look at him. âDo you want to be put on medication? Do you think it will actually help you?â
âI-I donât know. Iâve never taken stuff like this before.â She stutters. âBut Iâm wary because of the injections.â She then looks over at Jisung. âDoes it help you?â
âYeah, I think so.â He smiles at her. âI feel like Iâm able to get through the day easier with it. And donât worry, itâs nothing like how the injection was.â
Y/n nods her head still thinking about it and Chan tilts her head to look up at him. âHey, you can try them out for a bit and if you donât like how they make you feel or donât think theyâre helping then we can slowly get you off of it.â He reassures her. âWe did that with Jisung for his antidepressants.âÂ
âOkay.â She whispers. âIâll try it.âÂ
Chan goes and gets the prescription sent in to be picked up at the pharmacy in Stayville and picks it up on their way home.Â
ââşââ âž ââşââ
âBaby girl.â Chan stops the omega as she walks past his room and motions for her to come in. âIâve noticed youâve been in your head since we got home, talk to me.â He shuts the door after she walks in.
She sighs as he leads her to sit on his bed. âI just realized today that I donât actually know a lot about all of you.âÂ
âThatâs all?â He watches her closely as she nods her head. âBaby, all you have to do is ask us questions and weâll tell you anything you want to know.âÂ
âCan you tell me about your family and where you came from?â She asks shyly. âI remember Minho telling me that Hannah visits from Australia a lot. And Dr. Hajoon was calling you Chris.âÂ
âYeah.â He smiles and laughs a little as he sits next to her. âMy English name is Christopher. I was born here but was mostly raised in Australia. My dad went back and forth from there and here to help Changbinâs dad run the company. His dad retired so he and I handle the Korean office while my dad still runs the one there.â
The omega nods as she listens. âYour brother is an omega. What about Hannah? And your parents?â
âLucas is our only omega in my family pack too.â He smiled at her. âMy dad is an alpha and so is Hannah. My mom is a beta.â
âWould we ever be able to go visit Australia?â She whispers.
âOf course.â He lifts her head to look at him. âAs a pack we own a vacation house there so that Felix and I are able to visit our families often.â
Y/nâs jaw dropped. âHow did I not realize that Felix is also Australian?â
âI donât know, baby.â He laughs a bit. âFelix and I have known each other since we were kids. I taught him Korean and after I had moved and gotten settled here with Changbin, Jisung and Seungmin we moved him here.âÂ
âJi said you guys were the only friends he had since his dad worked for yours.â She looks over his facial features. âHow did everyone else come into the pack?â
âWell, Seungmin and I went to high school together here. I was his senior.â He smiles as she listens closely. âHe was a bit unsure of himself when he realized we were fated. I had to go up to him first and tell him about Changbin and Jisung, who I was living with and tell him about Felix back home.â
âMinho had run into Jisung at a caffe not far from the office. At the time Minho was a backup dancer for BTS but after meeting Ji and wanting to court him since he was his fated mate, he decided to stay in Seoul and started teaching dance. And Ji convinced him to meet the other four of us as he knew we were his fated mates too.â
âMin was a backup dancer for BTS?â Y/n gawks. âI donât believe it.â
âLook up some of their live performances, youâll see.â And she makes a mental note to do so later. âHyunjin and Jeongin met each other in school and knew they were each other's fated mates. Hyunjin had started taking classes from Min and even though they both realized they were fated mates, Jinnie was too scared of Minho to talk to him about it and Min wasnât about courting his student.â
Y/n couldnât help but laugh at how cute the whole situation is. âSo how did it finally happen?â
âFelix.â Chan smirks. âChangbin had dropped him off at the studio one day to bring Minho lunch and Hyunjin fell in love at first sight. After that Lix made Jinnie and Min talk and Hyunjin told them about Jeongin and they told him about the rest of us.â
âThatâs all really cute.â The omega gushes. âBest story ever.â
âI donât know.â He grins at her mischievously. âI think my favorite story is the one about how we met our omega.â He grabs her pulling her onto his lap so sheâs straddling him causing her to blush.
âChannie.â She pouts as he holds her hips and Y/n canât help but to glance down at his lips, thinking about what it would be like to kiss him.
Y/n starts to wonder if theyâre gonna claim her soon or not, thinking back to what her brother had told her, about them possibly just using her.
âYouâre thinking too much, baby girl.â The alpha grips her hips a bit tighter causing her to whine a little. âJust say it.â
âPlease.â She looks back and forth from his eyes to his lips.
âYouâve gotta say it.â She continues to pout though and he lightly spanks her ass. âCome on baby, I donât know what youâre wanting if you donât speak up.â
âPlease claim me, alpha.â She sounds disparate.
âFuck.â He growls, pulling her down to kiss her lips. âWasnât expecting that.â
The kiss is heated and passionate, he smirks at the small wines sheâs making. He spanks her again causing her to gasp and the alpha takes the opportunity to slide his tongue past her lips. She doesnât try to fight back with her tongue, already submitting to him.
He pulls away from the kiss and starts trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck, relishing in the little sounds she makes. He groans into her neck when she bucks her hips against him, her nails digging into his shoulders.Â
Chan buries his nose into her scent gland before switching their positions so sheâs on the bed and heâs hovering above. One arm next to her head to keep himself up and the other lightly trailing up her bare thigh to the bottom of her skirt.Â
âAre you sure about this, baby girl? Because once we start, Iâm not stopping.â He looks into Y/nâs eyes, seeing how desperate and needy she already is as she nods her head. âWords baby, I need you to use your words.â
âYes alpha, Iâm sure.â
âGood girl.â He growls as he pushes her skirt up and cups her sex, feeling how damp her underwear is. âFuck, my little omega, youâre already so wet.âÂ
Y/n covers her face with her hands in embarrassment as he continues to rub her through her panties letting out little whines and moans.Â
âDonât hide from me.â Chan grabs both of her wrists with one hand and moves them from her face and pins them above her head. âThere she is, my beautiful girl.â
âChannie.â Y/n bucks her hips against his hand. âYouâre teasing.â
âAm I?â He fake pouts at her before taking his hand away from her and she whines and squirms as he still holds her in place. âWhatâs wrong? I thought you didnât want me to tease you? So I stopped.âÂ
âChan, please.â And with a smirk at her begging he lets go of her wrists, moving his hands to her blouse and takes it off and raises a brow at her bare chest. âNo bra? Tsk, naughty girl.â
âTook it off when we got home.â Y/n pants. âIt was uncomfortable.âÂ
âOf course it was.â He coos, kissing her lips again and cups her boob, squeezing it a little before playing with her nipple.Â
She arches her back, moaning into his mouth as she starts pulling at his shirt trying to get it off. Chan sits back pulling the shirt over his head and she ogles him, eyes roaming over every muscle of his torso. She then notices the bulge in his jeans, sitting up she unbuttons them as he smiles while watching her, helping take his pants off leaving him in his boxers.Â
Chan grabs the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down along with her panties before pushing her to lay back down as he looks over her.
âYouâre so beautiful.â He whispers, moving his fingers to play with her slit before pushing a finger in causing her to bite her lip. âYouâre so tight, baby. If you canât take my finger, how are you gonna take my cock?â
âI can take it.â The omega moans as he starts to finger her. âPlease alpha, I can, I promise.â
âLet me prep you first.â
He pushes a second finger in and makes a come hither motion and she arches her back once again grabbing onto his arm as he speeds up his fingers.Â
âChannie, please.â Y/n whimpers as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste her slick.
âMmm, you tastes so good. Gonna have to eat you out sometime.â He wastes no time sliding his boxers off before leaning over her, lining up with her. âThis might hurt a little, but I promise it will get better, just let me know if it gets to be too much.â
âOkay.â Y/m whispers and gasps when he starts to push in.Â
When Chan feels some resistance he gives a hard thrust, completely bottoming out inside her causing her to moan a little in pain and pleasure. He stays still, looking at her face to check sheâs okay and wipes away a tear from her eye.
âDoes it hurt?â
âA little.â The omega whimpers before grinding against him. âPlease move.â
Chan pulls out a bit before thrusting back in causing her to gasp again as he moves. Her expression soon changed from that of a bit of pain into pleasure.
âYouâre so tight, baby girl.â He grunts as her hands go to his shoulders, claws coming out and start digging into his skins as she becomes a moaning mess under him.
âPlease alpha, more.â And he speeds up his rhythm, rutting into her as he looks down to where they are connected seeing just how well sheâs taking him.Â
When he sees some blood, which shockingly didnât make her feel bad for hurting her but turned him on more knowing heâs taken her innocence and now belongs to the pack, to him. The sight of it causes him to harden his thrust and he grabs her hands from his shoulders placing them next to her head and holds them.
âChannie⌠ah.â Y/n squeezes his hands, head turning to the side as her eyes close, her walls clamping around him.
âFuck.â He growls, loving the sound her slick makes around his cock. âYou close baby?â
She nods in desperation and the knot at the base of his cock starts to swell. âPlease, Chan, so close. Want your knot, please. Please claim me.â
Chan nuzzles into her neck for a moment smelling at her scent gland before biting down hard, teeth breaking the skin as he tastes her blood. She screams and cums around him, shaking in pleasure, her juices squirting everywhere making a mess of both of them and the bed. She thought the bite would hurt but instead she just feels a flood of his love and emotions for her.
He stays latched onto her neck riding out her pleasure before his knot inflates all the way and he releases his load into her. His knot keeps him locked in as his cum fills her up, some spilling out around his cock. It isnât until sheâs milked him dry that he lets go of her neck, licking his lips of her blood.
Y/n gazes up at him looking fucked out as he lets go of one of her hands to push some of her hair out of her face. âYou did so good, baby girl.â
âWanna bite you too.â The omega whimpers as she tries to move but his knot still hasnât softened, keeping him in place.
Chan leans down, giving her access to his neck, the side with only three mate marks and she bites down just under the bottom one. He groans in pleasure and lets her stay there as long as she wants.Â
Once she lets go she looks up at him, eyes full of love. âMy alpha.â
âThatâs right baby.â He coos and kisses her lips. âI love you so much.â
âLove you too.â
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#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#xmen#x2 xmen united#xmen the last stand#xmen dofp#magneto#erik lehnsherr#snap sketches#i love the old people !!!!!!#highkey though old people are prob my fave subjects to draw ..#theres just so much line definition- i feel more confident drawing them and saying 'yeah that looks like them'#tho i also feel this way with people/characters who have really defined features and shapes ..... most curious !!!#anyways. i gave him extensions vjalkjlkaejAELJ#long-hair erik is important to me and i simply Had To See with ian mckellens face#at the same time something isnt right ... i cant explain it... im not gonna sit on this any longer tho this just a quick thing vjlkalk#when i inevitably draw older movie erik again ill prob go back to his short hair but i may be subjected to a treat. just this once#i dont wanna drive. totally unrelated. im going home for the weekend and i live so FAR from my dorm i hate it here (no i dont)#i just hate driving VJELAVJAE#whatever its the weekend which means more time for xmen brainrot#i just started S3 of 92 !!!!! in theory im halfway done with the series but S3 is also 26 episodes compared to the previous 13 vjeALVKEJ#OH WELL. im gonna go now i have to start driving at some point i GUESS#i just wanted to leave the people with a silly thing </3 ok bye bye#i have a silly comic planned with younger cherik so heres to hoping i do that !!! it's stupid but funny. i hope#ok bye bye now Truly
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do yâall ever think about how yancy knows how to break out of prison and actively chooses not to. do you ever think about how when he breaks us out he knows the way so easily as if heâs been there a million times before. do you ever wonder if at some point he considered breaking himself out and just couldnât go through with it.
#i have been thinking about this for the last few days itâs absolutely rotted my brain. like itâd occurred to me before but my brain is sooo#fixated on this lately like he. he knows. and he doesnât. heâs done bad things and he doesnât think he deserves it#just. younger yancy who just killed his parents and hasnât fully processed anything trying to break himself out#standing at the gate knowing he can take a step out and be free again. and he doesnât. and everything sinks in for him and he just slowly#goes back to his cell. and a few more times he does the exact same thing but⌠he just canât bring himself to leave.#he constructs this half-truth about prison life being great and makes friends- makes a family. but. when y/n leaves the first thing he says#is that heâs done bad things. the âand hey! this is home!â seems more like an afterthought that heâs trying to convince himself is true#god the fact that y/n gets a universal key in ending 12⌠i can see y/n breaking in to try and convince him to leave but he just wonât. he#couldâve gotten out before even without that. but he wonât. if heâs gonna get out heâs gonna do it right. even if it means he canât stab any#one anymore :( and cmon everyone knows he loves to STAB#this seemed more tangential to include but also. do you think yancyâs ever broken anyone else out?#âŚdo they visit? he was absolutely overjoyed when y/n visited in space i think he doesnât get that many nglâŚ#god this character has like 15 or 16 minutes of screen time idk i havenât recounted after space came out#*pats his head* this bad boy can fit so much overanalysis and headcanons in him#yancy#markiplier#yancy ahwm#ahwm yancy
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Gegg corrupted Slime?
oooo maybe? that could be rlly interesting actually, and itâd kinda give me a better idea of When this au is supposed to be taking place đ¤
#.qna#qrystal gems#< so i can come back to this later if need be#rn the timeline is very nebulous#because i havenât yet decided what to do abt the steven side of things#like is there gonna be a stand-in for him or is this the same universe just with some Changes or what#probably gonna go with the former but then idk who would take stevens place#oh my god. walter /j#itâd be funny tho#OR alternatively i entirely rewrite canon from the ground up to completely remove steven from the equation#which would take a lot of effort but thankfully i have many a mental problem so i just might do it#weâll see#these tags got completely unrelated to the ask hi#but yes yes gegg corrupted slime is a very good idea
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All that to say while itâs not tagged so whatever the inclusion of tam in fics to react to anything tim does or happens to him where sheâs a glorified assistant bc yâall are just socially aware enough to realize how including her just for that would come across is. Something.
#and yknow itd lessen the blow if they stopped making Tim the fucking ceo#smth about a black man running a white mans company for years behind the scenes just to be overshadowed by a white boy#who was created a decade after him and handed the position back after a brief stint for public perception reasons#and ras but. basically the same shit since he was never fucking running it#and this is smth I am gonna dig my feet in the ground for bc yalls quickness to erase black characters who did EVERYTHING everytime is sooo#listen even tho I like it I get the optics behind not having Lucius have built everything anymore#if there was less apathetic racism from fans and writers maybe in another universe itâd piss me off#but you canât let the man be ceo?#you have to make think pieces and fics on why the Wayneâs are terrible ppl for letting a 17 year old do all that work#when Lucius was literally doing it the entire fucking#time#and even if there was a big crisis a fucking event of rewriting the universe#superboy prime could the fabric of time and space itself again#and they could nothing BUT erase the foxes entirely#and i still wouldnât stand by it bc even if it was an interesting change#the quickness with which yâall went with it when it never really happened#i was gonna say needs to be studied but itâs racism#like whenever I talk about fandom racism itâs unconscious bias and double standards#this is right in ur face#like Itâs like. the foxes have been behind this family for sooo long#to the point where a fucking Minecraft even and most prev fans at least know of luke#and u made tam the equivalent of a funky secretary oc?#Lucius isnât even here? tim is sitting in his fucking office?#and this is not a dog whistle exactly#but the second i see a comic writer mention ceo tim in this way#i know damn well itâs more fanon infecting canon#WFA#sorry.#if I tag this tim DrakeâŚthey need to see it#idc that much actually it pisses me off but even if they saw it they wouldnât care fuck us and all
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Giving the nerd a chance
tags: nerd!nanami/fem!reader, college!au, stsg, nsfw, dirty talk, asphyxiation, size kink, mdni!!
a/n: this oneâs a long one :) pace yourself and enjoy!
Kento Nanami is a social enigma. He is a total outlier but in the weirdest way possible.
This man is conventionally attractive. Some would even go as far to say Nanamiâs handsome, almost in a filthy way. His looks are sneaky too. Heâs not someone youâd immediately notice in a room, but once you didâŚ
You would notice his sculpted jaw line first. Then, his naturally high cheekbones that gave way to his soft hazel eyes. He had a serious look on his face always, but his eyes told a different story. Maybe youâd notice his blonde hair that sat neatly on his head, styled with an undercut. Yeah, Nanami was fucking hot.
But thatâs not the weird part. No, you havenât heard him utter a single word except to answer the professorâs unanswered questions once the silence was unbearable.
Thatâs not exactly weird either. There are tons of people who go through college without the intention of making friends⌠but Nanami has friends. He doesnât just have like one friend. No, heâs apart of a friend group.
The weirdest part was he seemed to be close with the most popular guy in your university, star quarterback Satoru Gojo. Gojo was seemingly every college girlâs wet dream. Heâs the type to stand out in a room. His looks and personality demand attention.
Heâs the complete opposite from Nanami.
Then, there was Suguru Geto⌠Geto was also a strange friend for Nanami to have. Geto was smart, funny, and well-mannered⌠when he was in class. But youâve seen how Geto acts at parties. He smokes cigarettes, shotguns whiskey, and keeps up with all of Gojoâs antics. Shoko was the exact same way, except she didnât care enough to keep up with Gojoâs buffoonery.
They were the complete opposite from Nanami as well.
Yu Haibara was a cutie patootie. Heâs also a sweet social butterfly. Another one of Nanamiâs friends that just didnât seem to be his type.
You caught yourself staring at the friend group as youâre sitting on a couch at a frat house. Your college team just won the game, so Satoru had invited a whole slew of people over. You somehow made it on that list. Your friend, Utahime, is begging you to leave, but something is telling you to stay.
âGo on without me, Uta. Iâll be fine, promise.â You say over the music as you flash her a small smile to assure her.
âI really, really, really donât want to leave you here alone, yn. I donât want you to end up on the front page of the news.â
âDonât wish that shit upon me.â You laugh as you gently nudge her arm, urging her towards the door.
âIâm serious, yn. Please text me. If youâre not back in the dorm by midnight, Iâm calling the cops.â She says as she grabs your shoulders, forcing you to face her directly.
You admire your friendâs caring demeanor, but she was being a total cock block for you right now.
âI will text you. I promise.â You assure her once again. âGo back to the dorm. Love you.â
She sighs deeply as she lets you go. Sheâs still not comfortable with the idea of leaving you here, but she canât force you to leave. âLove you too. Donât do anything I wouldnât do.â
âOh, thatâs all Iâm gonna do.â You smirk as she flips you off and leaves the frat house.
You take a drink from your red solo cup to gather your nerves. Nanami has been sitting in the corner of the kitchen all night. Heâs alone, but he doesnât look lonely. Sometimes, Satoru will drunkenly slouch his weight onto the blonde and slur something inaudible to him. From what you can see, Nanami just rolls his eyes and shrugs his friend off his shoulders.
You want to approach him, but youâre still too afraid he wonât talk to you. As you sit down your cup, an intoxicated Satoru is standing over you.
âIâm sorry- I donât remember your name.â He gives you a slanted smile as he crouches down a bit so you two are face-to-face.
âThatâs okay. I donât remember yours either.â You snip back with a small grin. Something sparkles in his eyes as you give him a little bit of a challenge. He finds it to be endearing.
âCheeky. Give me your number.â He demands, keeping his smirk on his face.
âWhy should I give it to you?â
âBecause itâs not for me.â He slurs as he leans in close to you. He nods his head towards the kitchen. âIâm doing this for my pussy friend over there.â
Your eyes dart towards Nanami. His eyes are glaring holes into Satoru with more anger and emotion than youâve ever seen from him. Your stomach swirls with butterflies.
âThat is a really good reason.â You murmur as you quickly type your number into Satoruâs phone.
*** *** ***
It had been days since the frat party and not a single word from Nanami. Your excitement had honestly fizzled out into sulking. Were you not good enough for him? Did Satoru lie? Was it all a sick prank?
Not even Utahime could get you in a good mood.
âYn. This is so ridiculous. If you like him that much, just go up and talk to him.â She chides
âNoooo.â You groan into your pillow as you turn onto your stomach in your bed. âHeâs too cool. Out of my league.â
âAre you sure weâre talking about the same Kento Nanami? The nerd who barely ever talks? The know-it-all in class?â
âUtahimeee.â
âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
âLet me wallow in my self pity.â You gripe before you hear your phone buzz. The sound of your phone notifying you doesnât even excite you anymore. Itâs always some lame ass notification.
Unknown Number: Is this yn?
Your eyes widen as you stare at your phone in disbelief. Your body involuntarily sits up in bed, startling Utahime.
âJesus Christ. What? What happened?â
âHe texted me!â You beam proudly. You are embarrassing. Utahime scoffs and walks away from you, unable to take the second-hand embarrassment.
Yn: Yeah, thatâs me :)
Unknown Number: This is Kento Nanami. Iâm sorry Gojo felt the need to disturb you at the party. ďżź
Yn: No need! He didnât disturb me too much.
Nanami: Thatâs good to hear.
God. Now, what do you say? Of course Nanami is a dry texter. You stare at the text conversation for a while, trying to think of something.. anything to break the ice.
Yn: Did you ask him to get my number, or did he do that on his own volition?
Nanami: Gojo does things on his own volition.
Yn: Ah.. I see.
He left you on read.
Goddammit.
You had your chance, and now, you blew it. Sighing, you lock your phone and try to forget he even ever texted you in the first place.
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I mean, who even needs Nanami? Heâs really not even that handsome or mysterious. You keep telling yourself as you get ready to go to another party Gojo invited you too.
Oh, also, Gojo kept your number for himself as well. He mostly asked to copy your notes when Nanami refused to let him copy his notes. He would also send the occasional invitation to one of his signature parties.
This one was apparently labeled as âexclusiveâ. You had no idea what that meant, but you werenât allowed to bring a plus-one this time.
Luckily for you, Utahime was visiting back home for the weekend, so she couldnât scold you for going out to another party this weekend.
Black eyeliner was smeared across your waterline, and you puckered your lips as you carefully applied some sheer gloss. You decided to be casual with your outfit, wearing a basic off-shoulder black top with some jeans.
As soon as you got to the frat house, you quickly understood what âexclusiveâ meant. It was only their closest friends in the house. Satoru and Haibara were on the couch, lounging. Suguru and Shoko were sitting by the window, sharing a cigarette. Nanami was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, looking as stoic as ever. Immediately, you were grateful for going with a more casual look.
âYn! So glad you made it!â Satoru grinned in a more sober voice than the last time you spoke with him.
âAm I imposing on something?â You ask as you close the door.
âOf course not, silly. I sent you an invite for a reason.â Satoru says casually as he pats the spot between him and Haibara on the couch. âCome have a seat. Get comfortable. Weâre just hanging out tonight.â
You stare at the seat between Gojo and Haibara, and you decide to sit in the open chair next to them instead.
âAfraid that we might bite?â Gojo grins as he leans over the arm of the chair towards you.
âStop it, Satoru. Youâre going to scare her away.â Shoko scolds before taking a drag off her cigarette.
Your phone gently buzzes in your pocket as Satoru and Shoko begin to bicker about his social skills. You sneakily check your phone.
Nanami: You look pretty tonight.
OH. We are so back, baby.
Yn: Thank you :) You look as handsome as ever.
Nanami: Oh yeah?
It is so small and insignificant, but that little âoh yeah?â makes your stomach flutter with excitement.
âYn?â You snap your attention up to Shoko and realize she has been trying to talk to you.
âShit- sorry. Whatâs up?â
Your phone lightly buzzes again, and you quickly glance down to check.
Nanami: Youâre blushing.
âI was asking what your major is.â Shoko smiles calmly as sheâs sat upon the windowsill. She flicks her cigarette outside before blowing out a cloud of smoke. You try to ignore how your heart is skipping beats right now.
âOh, Iâm just in general studies right now. Iâm kind of indecisive. What about you?â
âIâm pre-med right now.â Shoko answers.
âI thought you swapped to nursing.â Haibara asks as he shifts his body to face her. The two start conversing together, giving you a chance to check your phone.
Nanami: Are you ill, or do my words just affect you that much?
Yn: Iâm actually ill.
Nanami: Youâre also apparently a liar, sweetheart.
How the fuck was this man so bold over text, but wouldnât speak to hardly anyone in person?
Yn: Sweetheart? I didnât know we were on that sort of level yet.
Nanami: Does that make you uncomfortable?
Yn: No
Nanami: Good. Then donât complain.
The throb your cunt just did shouldâve been illegal. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by that, but you were.
Yn: What would you have done had I said that it did make me uncomfortable?
Nanami: I wouldâve found you a nickname you were more comfortable with.
He was being sweet, and you were over there clenching around nothing like a whore.
You had been so caught up in your phone that you didnât realize Yu had went and gotten everyone a beer out of the fridge. You decide to risk a glance at Nanami. He looked calm and composed. You wondered if he even knew the effect he had on you truly.
âShoko, when are you finally going to get some bitches?â Satoru asks with a laugh. Your eyes widen as you notice Suguru is on his lap now. You had really been so distracted by your phoneâŚ
âAt this rate, I think Nanami will beat me.â Shoko laughed as she took a drink of her beer. You shift slightly in your seat as Shoko cuts her eyes towards you with a small grin.
Nanami: I will
Yn: Will what?
Nanami: I will beat her.
Yn: Confident or competitive?
Nanami: Both.
Yn: You didnât strike me as the type.
Nanami: You donât think I can do it?
Yn: I never said that.
Nanami lays his phone on his lap, and you can feel his eyes trailing up and down your body. Feeling your heart skip a beat, you decide to look up at him. Your breath hitches in your throat as you glance over him. He looks relaxed. His head is propped up in his hand, and heâs almost giving you a lazy smile.
Knowing more about Nanami, you recognize it as a cocky smile now.
The rest of the âpartyâ goes without a hitch. You decided it was time to leave once Suguru and Satoru were obnoxiously making out, Shoko was asleep on the floor, and Haibara wouldnât shut the fuck up about the intricacies of anime.
âIâm gonna head back to my dorm now. Thanks for inviting me.â You say quickly as you stand from your seat.
âHey yn-!â Satoru says as he tugs from Suguruâs lips. The dark-haired male made quick work of moving down to his neck. âThanks for coming. You should come out here more often.â
âOh um, Iâll think about it.â You smile politely as you head out the front door. The cold night air nips at your skin. The only light was from the moon high up in the sky. The dorms were a few blocks away.
You never like walking alone at night, but you try to remember that college campuses have security patrolling at all times. Taking a deep shaky breath, you step off the porch.
The sound of the door closing again immediately startles you. You quickly flinch and look towards the frat house. Nanami was calming walking up to you.
âLet me walk you back.â His voice was calm and steady, just like his presence. He really wasnât phased at all by your subtle flirting earlier?
âThanks.. I was actually kinda scared.â You mumble as you two walk side by side on the pavement. Your arms hug your body, trying to hide from the snippy air.
âWhy didnât you ask one of us to walk you home then?â Nanami asks as he slips his coat off from his shoulders. He then loosely drapes it over your shoulders. You feel your heart skip a beat as you mumble a quick thanks. Your body snuggled into his coat as it swallowed your frame whole. It was the first time you realized⌠Nanami is a big man. Heâs not just some scrawny nerd. Heâs actually pretty well built.
âI didnât want to be a bother.â You answer quietly, noticing how Nanami shoves his hands into his pockets while you two walk.
âThatâs foolish. We invited you. The least we could do is make sure you make it home safely.â
âWe?â
Nanami goes silent, and he looks away from your shorter self. The wind blows harshly, making the leaves crinkle and hiss on the trees.
âYes, we.â He finally answers your question. You smile softly as you look down towards the ground. It seems like Satoru wasnât the only one who wanted you around.
Standing in front of your dorm door, you slowly slip the coat off from around your shoulders and try to hand it back to him. âI donât want it.â He answers calmly, making no effort to take the jacket back from you.
âItâs yours, silly.â
âAnd?â
âTake it.â You gestured the coat to him once more
âNo, I want you to have it.â He says as he towers over you. You subconsciously take a step back to create space, and your back hits the door. He leans over you, having to angle his back to see eye-to-eye with you. You can feel his warm breath ghosting over your cheek as he cocks his head towards your ear and neck. âText me.â He murmurs lowly before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.
You were left against your door blushing madly as he casually sauntered away.
*** *** ***
You almost think you dreamt that kiss up come Monday morning. You hadnât texted him all weekend, not even knowing what to say. You felt scared about messing things up and taking his advances the wrong way. He hadnât reached out to you either.
You were sitting in Neurology, half-ass paying attention as the professor lectured about neuron pruning. Nanami sat a few rows over. He always appeared to he intently listening when you glance over at him. You perk up as you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.
Nanami: Youâre not going to do well if you donât pay attention.
Yn: I could say the same for you.
Nanami: Could you?
Yn: âŚ. point taken
Nanami: You know, you couldâve at least texted me if you didnât like the kiss.
Yn: Who said I didnât?
Nanami: So, you disobey my request for fun?
Yn: Disobey is such a strong word. You told me to text you, and I just.. havenât yet.
Nanami: Weâll come back to the disobedience topic. Why havenât you texted me âyetâ?
Yn: Nervous.
Nanami: Youâre adorable. Whatâs there to be nervous about?
âCan anyone name an example of synaptic pruning?â The professorâs sudden loud voice catches you off guard. You hadnât been paying attention at all, and you feel your heart start to race at the thought of being randomly called upon.
âAnyone?â The professor asks once again. âYn-â She almost says your first name before Nanami interrupts.
âCrown thinning.â He answers the question, saving you from total embarrassment.
âVery good. Thank you, Kento.â The professor praises as she turns back around to start lecturing from the powerpoint again.
Yn: You totally just saved me.
Nanami: Pay better attention.
Yn: Then stop texting me.
Nanami: No.
Nanami: Answer my question. Why were you nervous?
Yn: I just didnât want to say the wrong things.
Nanami: Youâre hopeless.
Yn: Youâre starting to sound like Utahime :(
Nanami: Will you coo to me that you love me if I act like her?
You feel your heart start to race as you read his text over and over. He was way more observant than you gave him credit for. You couldnât even think of a time where you told Uta that you loved her in front of him.
Yn: Is that what you want?
Nanami: That does sound nice. Though, I think Iâd rather hear you breathlessly professing your love to me.
ohâŚ
oh.
You sat your phone down. No way were you going to let some simple words over a screen let you get horny in class. You didnât dare to glance in his direction as you suddenly decided to start paying attention and taking detailed notes on Neurology.
Nanami: Youâre blushing again.
Damn him and his observant personality. Damn him and his filthy words that make you squeeze your thighs together to soothe the ache.
Yn: Iâm well aware.
Nanami: Itâs cute. Makes me want to say more things just to get a reaction out of you.
Yn: Please donât
Nanami: Why? Scared you might like it?
Nanami: Scared you might like the thought of being beneath me, begging for more?
Jesus. There was no misinterpreting that. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared down at your phone, rereading his message over and over. It painted a picture in your brain.
Yn: As if you could make me do that.
Nanami: I can, and I will. Come over tonight.
Yn: To the frat house?
Nanami: No, to my room. Iâll tell Haibara to not come back until late.
Yn: That seems rather rude.
Nanami: Itâs far better than the treatment youâll be receiving later.
Your head feels like itâs spinning as the professor dismisses class. The rest of the day drags by painfully slow as you feel every little heartbeat and flutter in your chest. Nanami talked big game for someone who seemed too shy to really speak to you. It made you feel intrigued. How could he be so confident in his ability to make you beg?
You took your time once you were back at your dorm: going through your everything-shower routine. You wanted to make sure that every inch of you was soft and smooth just in case! Itâs not like heâs actually going to make you do anything.
Knocking on his door, you feel your stomach churn with anxiety. You two seemed to be doing better at keeping up a conversation, but you were still deathly afraid of that awkward silence sinking in.
The click of the lock gains your attention, and Nanami opens the door for you. âCome in.â He says flatly, moving out of the way of the door so you can squeeze past him. Heâs wearing his usual button-up shirt with black slacks on. How does this man even relax?
Of course his room is completely clean. His bed was even made military style for crying out loud. What the fuck does this man know about making women beg?
âYour room is nice.â You compliment, trying not to sound too awkward.
âItâs a room.â He shrugs nonchalantly before his eyes travel your body.
âHow did you tell Haibara not to come home?â You ask, and he gives you a slightly puzzled look.
âI told him the truth.â He says as he loosens his tie from around his neck.
You swallow harshly as you watch his slender fingers pull at the fabric. His jaw is perfectly sculpted along with his neck, and his adams apple bobs as he steps towards you.
âWhich is?â You reluctantly ask.
âI told him not to come home unless he planned on watching me fuck a pretty girl to tears.â
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you stare up at him with almost a frightened gaze. His movement feels much more predatory now as if heâs been watching you for a while, sizing you up. He had observed and stood by, waiting for the prime opportunity to pounce.
âWhat is it? Cat got your tongue?â Nanami asks as he steps forward again. The back of your knees hits his bed, and his smile shifts to a lopsided grin.
âNo. I justâŚâ You had no idea what to even say to that! You werenât use to a man so confidently bolstering about his skills without sounding like a total idiot. Nanami was a rarity. He could talk the talk and walk the walk.
âNo. I just..â He mocks you. âYouâre awfully nervous for someone I havenât even touched yet.â His fingers gently caress over your collarbone, before he carefully nudged you back. You tipped over and found yourself sitting on his bed, looking up at him with big round eyes.
âChrist. Have you ever even done this before?â He asks as he leans over you. His hand press down on the mattress at both of your sides, effectively trapping you beneath him.
âYes!â You exclaim with a huffy attitude that makes him chuckle. âHave you?â You ask, trying to even the score.
âNo.â He responds before closing the distance between you two. His lips press against yours and move delicately. Your eyes widen before you realize what was going on, and you slowly melt into the kiss.
Lips smack together as he takes the lead on the kiss. His hands gently cup and caress their way down your body before resting upon your hips. His knee finds itâs way between your thighs, and he applies pressure to your core.
Stifling a small whine, you entangle your fingers through his blonde hair. Itâs softer than you imagined it to be. His kisses are growing more and more demanding as heâs pushing you back onto the bed more and more.
He gently bites at your lip, and he applies more pressure with his knee. As soon as you let another another small whimper, he slips his tongue into your mouth.
Heâs taking complete and utter advantage over your body while youâre still trying to wrap your head around the fact he said ânoâ. Heâs claiming to have never done this before.
His thumbs dig into your hipbones before he makes you grind against his knee.
âThatâs right. Use me.â He purrs lowly, encouraging for you to keep rolling your hips. Once you found a steady rhythm, rubbing yourself against his knee like a desperate slut, he releases your hips and grabs your wrists, pinning you down to the bed.
âKen..â You gasp out lowly, and he immediately eats up your words, forcing his lips right back upon yours.
The grinding was slowly making you feel all dizzy in the head as you slowly start to mess up your rhythm. He immediately notices your messy state. His hands leave your wrists to grab back ahold of your thighs to make sure you donât stop. If his slacks werenât black, he was sure there would be a small damp spot on his leg from your delicious juices.
âHah~â You gasp as you lean your head back.
âDoes that feel good?â He questions lowly before carefully nipping at your neck.
âYes⌠Yes, Kento.. more..â
âOh, what was that, darling? I didnât hear you.â He taunts as he bites his way down your neck.
âM-more!â You whimper out as you grow impatient.
âSo greedyâŚâ He murmurs before his sucks a small hickey on your neck all while heâs still making you grind your pitiful pussy against his thigh. âBeg.â
You feel that defiant nature wanting to kick in. You were needy for him, but you werenât to the point of begging yet.
âDid you hear me? I said beg.â He demands as he forces you down on his leg harder. Your legs tremble around him as heâs making you rock hack and forth.
âPlease-â You finally choke out against your defiant nature. âI-I.. want more, please⌠I need you to.. to ruin me.â
âRuin you, hm?â He asks as his hand carefully trails upwards to your neck. He applies just a bit of pressure. âA pretty girl like you asking for me to ruin her⌠How could I say no?â
He removes his leg from between your leg, and he quickly replaces it with his hand. His fingers rub firm circles around your clit through the cloth of your leggings. You immediately shudder from the new stimulation. You hold his gaze as he lightly chokes you.
âI think I want to see you come on my fingers first.â He says as heâs quick to shove your leggings and panties down. You gasp quietly as you look down at him. He shuffles himself down between your legs, and he has a determined look on his face. He was set on making you come with his hand.
You push your thighs together with a small whine as he gives your glistening cunt an amorous gaze. Nanami places his hands on both of your knees as he forces your legs back apart. âNow, you know why you came here. What are you running from?â
âI- ⌠Youâre looking at me likeâŚâ the words âlike you want to eat meâ die upon your tongue. His aura is just so.. almost intimidating. Not in a scary way, just in a heâs-not-here-to-play way.
âYouâre so pretty, but gods, youâre so confusing.â He shakes his head as he carefully drags his tongue up your slippery folds. âJust sit still and let me take care of you, darling.â He mumbles before he laps at your cunt again. He purses his lips and gently sucks on your clit. It almost feels like heâs making out with your pussy.
âOh.. f-fuck..â You gasp as you lean your head back into his mattress. Your hands fist at the blanket beneath you, ruining his perfectly made bed.
Nanami continues to lick and suck. The sounds in the room were nothing short of erotic. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue smack and almost slurp at you. His hands hold your thighs up, practically wearing them as earmuffs as he eats you like a starved man.
His fingertip gently traced over your opening before he carefully slipped a finger in. He continued to lap at your cunt as his finger pumped in and out and prodded around.
âOh my-! .. N-Nanami.. ah~â You pant out. In his eyes, your entire body was flushed. You were so subtly grinding yourself against his tongue. In his eyes, you were a goddess in touch with her sexuality and femininity. You just needed a small nudge to get there.
He adds a second finger, and he so carefully curls them upwards to gently press right on the spot that made you see stars.
Your hands abandoned the bed, and you grabbed onto his hair. His hazel eyes flutter up at you, and his glasses were pushed up onto his head.
Your orgasm was building quicker than it ever had before. âNanami-! fuck, Iâm gonna..â You try to warn, but heâs already a step ahead of you. His fingers start pumping a big more aggressively, and heâs pointed with his tongue, focusing all his attention on your clit. His tongue swirls in tight circles around the small bundle of nerves.
Your orgasm washes over you as you clench around his fingers, spasming on his face. He continues to thrust his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face and hand. Pressing a few more small kisses to your overly sensitive cunt, he slowly pulls away. âGood girl.â He praises lowly.
Your heart is pounding in your chest as you recover from the best orgasm youâve ever received. Your eyes flutter open weakly to see Nanami ditch his glasses. He uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry.
He then places the fingers he so deliciously used to fuck you into his mouth, and he sucks them clean with a satisfied groan.
âYou taste so sweet.â He mumbles as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. It falls to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his belt. You can already feel your arousal building up again as you see the absolute tent in his slacks. Of course the nerd was absolutely hung.
Without another word, his pants and boxers are on the ground. His dick stood hard at attention. It was too heavy to press all the way up towards his stomach. Speaking of stomach, he was absolutely fucking built. He had well-defined solid abs and a broad chest.
You watch carefully as he fists his length a few times. You admire the way the veins bulge from his hands and arms. He wastes no more time: climbing up on top of you. He guides your legs up onto his shoulders, and he leans forward, putting you in a mating press.
His hand suddenly covers your mouth. âSpit.â He orders bluntly.
âW-what-?â
âI didnât stutter. Spit. Unless you want me to go in dry.â
The thought of that sounded like a nightmare, so you gathered as much saliva into your mouth as you could, and you spat into his hand.
He doesnât look phased in the slightest as he lubes himself up with your spit. He lets out a soft breath as the wet sounds of him gliding his hand up and down his cock fill the room. He then wipes his hand off on the bed, and he covers your mouth tightly with his hand. âTry not to be too loud, darling. I donât want anyone to come and bother us.â
He was so fucking confident that he was going to make you noisy. It almost pissed you off, but Nanami was a man of his word.
He aligned himself up with your entrance, and with one deep motion, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. You let out a silent scream into his hand, and your back arches up off the bed. His eyes darken as he lets out a guttural growl.
Your cunt was just too precious to him, squeezing him so perfectly. You were absolutely sopping wet and so goddamn warm. He actually had to bite his tongue to not come prematurely. Once he tasted the hint of metal in his mouth, the urge to finish subsided.
âShhh, shh. Be a good girl. The pain will subside soon.â He assures you quietly as his hips gently rock back and forth shallowly.
âMmmnnf~ K-kento!â You moan into his hand. He hates having to muffle your pretty noises, but he really canât risk getting a noise complaint right now.
âThatâs right, darling.. Take it..â His hips start to roll with a bit more conviction. His thrusts are slow but powerful. Each time he buried himself deep in you, you went all dizzy in the head.
âOh fuck, youâre so pretty like this.â He praises as his other hand holds one of your thighs up for you. Your body is almost slack from how harsh his hips are snapping into you. His leaking tip was bruising your cervix with each brutal thrust.
Nanami wishes he could take a picture right now. Your eyes are all glossed over. Your face is flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and your lips are all puffy and slightly parted. Your babbling utter nonsense as your greedy pussy takes him in with each thrust.
âF-fuck..! So big.. can feel you right here~â You moan as you point towards your lower stomach.
Nanami looks to where youâre pointing, and as if this man needed anymore courage, he begins to fuck you harder.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
âYeah? Yâfeel me in your womb, darling?â He groans. Noise complaint can be damned. He lets your mouth go and grabs your hips as he continues to pound your pretty pussy.
Tears involuntarily spring into your eyes from the sheer intensity. When Nanami said he was going to fuck you to tears, you thought it was just a figure of speech. Nah, you were lying in his bed, crying because the dick was so good.
âLook at me.â He demands as he grabs your blushed cheek and forces you to look up at him. âThis pussyâs mine from now on, understand me?â
âY-yes!â You cry out to him. Your stomach starts to coil with white hot pleasure as your orgasm builds up again.
âTell me you love me when you cum on my cock.â He demands lowly. Youâre too fucked stupid to argue.
The bed squeaks and wails in agony as he his thrusts are growing more erratic and sloppy. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his release as he gets more vocal and noisier too.
Your eyes cross as you feel your body gyrate on him. Your second orgasm crashes over you so suddenly you didnât even have time to warn him. Your soul nearly floats away from you as you feel warm juices flood out from you. âFuck~.. I-.. I love you, Nanami!â You whimper out. In the heat of the moment, it does feel like love.
Such pure pretty words being uttered during such a lewd time. Nanami is instantly emptying himself into you. His dick throbs as he shoots ribbon after ribbon of cum inside of you. His hands are shaking as they hold onto your hips. âNgh.. I love you, darling. Take it.. All of it. Donât waste a drop.â He lowly growls.
The room is quiet as both of you pant softly. After a few moments, you realize you had professed a love to him that you werenât even sure about. Yes, Nanami was attractive physically and mentally. Sure, he was apparently a god in bed, but love???
What if he wasnât even being serious when he told you to say that? He probably didnât even mean it when he said it back. What if you made things weird? Is that why heâs being so silent?
Nanami leans down and presses a small kiss to your forehead. âThat was intense. Are you alright, darling?â He asks affectionately.
You nod weakly, not wanting to frustrate him with your insecure thinking style.
âAre you sure? Iâm not only talking about physically.â He murmurs softly as he slowly allows for your thighs to slip down to around his hips. His hand carefully strokes your cheek.
âI told you I love you..â You murmur out quietly, avoiding his gaze.
He exhales softly in amusement. âYou did do that. It was very sexy. Do you regret saying it?â
âI.. I donât know.â You confess quietly. âYou said it back tooâŚâ
âI did. Seeing your body in such a vulnerable state as you were trusting me with your very essence made me feel full with love.â
You look up at him as he just said the most romantic thing youâve ever heard.
âI donât think I regret it.â
âIâm glad. I donât regret it either.â He smiles and presses another small kiss to your temple.
*** *** ***
âWas that really your first time?â You giggle as the hot water coats your body. Nanamiâs fingers are attentively massaging shampoo into your scalp.
âIt really was.â He laughs quietly. âWhy is it so hard to believe.â
âYou were too good for a virgin.â
âIâm glad my darling thinks so.â He smiles and carefully leans your head back, so the water can rinse the shampoo from your hair.
âWhere did you even learn that stuff from?â You ask curiously, wondering if Nanami just had a secret raging porn addiction.
âI have the horniest friend group. They donât understand the concept of too much information.â
Ah. That makes sense.
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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 34: The Whole Truth
Summary: In life, we will be confronted with difficult choices. Sometimes you won't know you've made the wrong choice until it's too late
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Word Count: 12,582 words
Warnings: Dead dove: do not eat, Angst, graphic violence and torture, mentions of predatory behavior towards a minor, Phillip Graves is a major creep, lots blood and injuries, kidnapping and its aftermath, hostage situations, anxiety and panic attacks, language, very explicitly described torture, âmega gets hit a lot, choking, biting, âmega gets stabbed with an ice pick, author canât write COD missions, vomiting, lots of heavy emotions, detailed descriptions of pain, guns, background character dies on screen, descriptions of guilt and grief, lots of POV changes, some descriptive language of gore and blood at the end, rehashing of âmegaâs injuries from the last chapter, a lot of angst and very heavy content, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe
A/N: This chapter deals with some pretty heavy content. Please, please, please read and heed the warnings. I have included content warnings for the more graphic parts before they happen, so if you don't want to read those, you can skip ahead to the next part. I suggest taking breaks if you need to, read it in installments if necessary. And I cannot stress it enough, please heed the warnings.
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âHi darlinâ.â His grin widens like heâs happy to see you. âBeen a long time.âÂ
You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, your brain still sluggish. You feel sick as you try to process, try to figure out why and how. You try to move your arms again, but your wrists are stuck, hands burning as you pull. You desperately want them free, desperately need them free.Â
âEasy,â Phil says, putting his hands on yours, pushing them flat against the arms of the chair. Theyâre warm and calloused, the same hand that had been on your face a few moments ago. âYouâre gonna hurt yourself. More than you already have been.â He lifts your left leg, making you groan quietly as a deep ache throbs down to your foot and up to your hip.Â
Running. A gunshot. Pain.
âHe had strict orders not to harm you.â Phil says, adjusting the bandage wrapped around your calf. âDonât worry. We got you all fixed up.â He sets your leg back down gingerly, his touch lingering for a moment before he looks back up at you.Â
âWhy?â You croak out, trying to make sense of what happened.Â
Corporal McKinney broke into the barracks and chased you into the woods. He shot you and drugged you and now youâre here, restrained in a chair staring at a man you havenât seen for years. A man who was once your dadâs best friend.Â
âA lot has happened since we saw each other last.â He says, pushing himself to stand. âI left the Marines after a few years, formed my own group of military contractors. Invited your dad to join, but you know how he is. All honor and duty and serving the country. Of course, you havenât seen him in quite a while, have you?âÂ
You stare up at him, starting to get scared. You never liked Phil. There was always something about him that put you off. He always stared too long, always sat too close to you. He always greeted you with a hug that lasted too long, squeezing you too tightly against him. He was sweet on you in a way he wasnât with anyone else. He could be intense, brash and almost downright rude sometimes. He was a firm believer in traditional packs too, even if he never spoke about his own pack, his own omega. He had to have one, if he was as dedicated as he said.Â
He was far too much like your father.Â
Phil was always kinder to you, though. Softer. Not quite as callous and bellicose as your father in public. He was polite, always happy to lend a hand, always glad to roughhouse with your brothers to get their energy out. You saw the way your mother looked at him though. Perhaps her apprehension bled into you, those dormant omega instincts picking up on something she was projecting.Â
He made you uncomfortable, and she knew it.Â
What could an omega do, though, in a world where they donât have opinions, they canât argue, they canât disagree. Your mother never said anything because in the world your family existed in, the world Phil existed in, she couldnât.Â
âHe was so angry when he called.â Phil continues, staring down at you. âRanting and raving about how his oldest daughter betrayed him by presenting as an omega. He couldnât stand having such a useless child in his perfect pack.â You flinch at his words, even though you heard your father spew those very words after your presentation firsthand.Â
âHe called you?â You ask, the pieces starting to come together as your brain finally snaps fully into awareness. You knew he called someone, but you hadnât thought it would ever be Phil.Â
âOf course.â Phil chuckles. âWe were good friends, pals, buddies. He knew I could help him.â A shiver runs down your spine. You know what heâs going to say next. âSo I did. I have some contacts in some high places, people who owe me favors. So I made some calls, pulled some strings, got you into FIOT immediately, with some strings attached of course.â He leans down so youâre almost face to face. âI wanted you. They put a note in your file. You wouldnât be placed in the registry when you were old enough, you would go to me and my pack.âÂ
Bile churns in your stomach as you process his words. It all makes sense now. The stares, the hugs, the closeness with your father, your rapid enrollment in an institute that can take weeks to process applications. It was all so you could be his. Something heâs wanted from early on.Â
âYou would have been mine,â He pushes himself up straight again, starting to pace back and forth in front of you. âIf the fucking CIA hadnât gotten involved!â You flinch as his voice raises, the frustration starting to darken his scent. âThey froze your file, made the claim null and void. All for what, their little initiative that never really existed in the first place?â He huffs out a laugh, a smirk tilting his lips. âSmall world, though. Who knew weâd be seeing each other again after so long.âÂ
He steps closer, looking down at you. You hold his gaze, suddenly feeling afraid. Even though you know him, even though you spent a good part of your childhood around him, youâre afraid of him right now. Your mind starts to revert back, the urge to lower your eyes, break eye contact like youâre supposed to flashing through your mind.Â
Donât stare alphas in the eyes. Theyâll take that as a challenge. Itâs not your job to challenge them. Your job is to be subservient.Â
You would have been subservient to him if the CIA hadnât gotten involved. You would have been under his control, bowing to him and his will. Youâd have pups by now, at least one. Heâd always talked about having a big pack with lots of pups someday, always glancing at you when he said it.Â
Youâre going to vomit all over him.Â
Itâs not just the truth that scares you, though. Youâre being held captive here. That thought has registered in your mind now, the reality settling in as you get over the shock of the last few minutes. Corporal McKinney kidnapped you from base, and now youâre restrained in a chair surrounded by unknown alphas. Phil isnât going to help you, take pity on you. Heâs not here to be nice, to have a little chat and catch up on life.
That possibly ended as soon as he was denied what he wanted.Â
His hand cups your chin, holding your face up as he looks down at you. His thumb is rough as it strokes your jaw, a tickling feeling starting in the back of your mind again. Thereâs an almost bittersweet look in his eyes as he holds your gaze. You refuse to lower it, refuse to give him that satisfaction. âYouâve grown up a lot.â He says, his hand sliding down your neck to the collar of your shirt. âYou always were cute, though. I knew early on you were going to be an omega. You were far too...calm and compliant compared to your brothers. Always so polite and eager to please. You can tell if you pay attention, you know. Those dormant instincts start to show themselves long before presentation.âÂ
His hand pulls your collar to the side, revealing your mark. His eyes harden as he stares at it, his lips turning down into a frown. A shiver runs down your spine as the darkness in his scent intensifies. Heâs not holding you hostage just to tell you about what could have been, what direction your life might have taken. Heâs here for a reason, and you know your pack is involved. Something has happened, something behind the scenes, something John was looking into.Â
âWhatâs going on?â You ask as he releases your collar, taking a step back.Â
âWell, youâre being held hostage.â He says, like it isnât already obvious. âYouâre...shall we say...leverage to ensure your pack follows orders.âÂ
You blink at him. You havenât heard from or spoken to your pack in weeks. You should be relieved that theyâre apparently still alive, but what if you had been right and they donât want you anymore? Why would they take you if your pack has abandoned you? Or did they take you to ensure they wouldnât...
âLaswell stuck her nose somewhere it shouldnât have been.â Phil says, crossing his arms. âItâs only so long before your pack finds out. Letâs just say...theyâre not going to be happy about it. So, to ensure they donât do something impulsive and reckless as they are known to do, youâre going to play hostage.âÂ
You gulp as you stare up at him, suddenly feeling very afraid. Your scent spikes in the air, clouding it with the bitter scent of anxiety. It was the plan all along. You knew it even if you hadnât been told outright. Deep down youâve always known it wasnât about strengthening packs. It wasnât about studying how an omega would increase or decrease the efficiency of military packs. With the events of the last few months, the idea had started to form in your mind. You know you werenât alone in those thoughts. John and Simon were digging into the cameras for a reason. They were put up for a reason.Â
It was always about control.
That was the point of the initiative. That was why they put cameras up, that was why General Shepherd was so invested in the state of your pack and if you had been mated. He needed to ensure you were close enough to them so if something happened that wasnât supposed to, you could be used against them.Â
Youâre nothing more than leverage.Â
Your scent spikes in the air, clouding the room as reality sinks into you. Something happened that caused this. Something called your pack away to isolate you, to leave you vulnerable. They wanted you alone as a contingency.Â
Something did happen.Â
Now youâre here, being held captive by a man you used to know, a man who could have been your alpha had things not played out the way they did. The thought has your stomach churning. How far will they go? How far will Phil take things? Could he be merciful because of your history? Or will his ruined plan make him more ruthless?Â
Youâll be punished for something you canât control.Â
Phil makes a soft sound as he looks at you, shaking with fear in the chair. âDonât be scared. As long as your pack does as theyâre told, I wonât have to hurt you.â He turns the light back to face you, nearly blinding you. âNow, smile for the camera.âÂ
Theyâre safe.Â
It had been close. A rough position to be in, but they managed it. He never doubted them and their abilities, but four against nearly fifty with no backup were not good odds. Heâs been in tighter places before, and while he had his doubts, he is grateful Johnny and Simon were sent in when they were. Even if it was a bit suspicious.
âAll accounted for.â John says as he sinks down onto one of the jump seats next to Kyle.Â
Theyâre all battered and bruised from their final fight. Heâs ready to get home, ready to get back to you. From the sound of it, things were not going well, according to Johnny and Simon. He has a lot to make up for, a lot of apologies to make.Â
âFucking Russian PMCs.â He says, speaking to Kate over the comms. âItâs not a coincidence Kate.âÂ
Kate lets out a sigh that crackles through the comm. âNo, itâs not. My team and I came across some information while we were digging into the cameras.âÂ
âWhat information?â He asks slowly and carefully. He doesnât like being kept in the dark, especially when it comes to his pack. Especially when it comes to you.Â
âNot just information on the initiative, but information on General Shepherd.âÂ
âWhat information?â He asks again, slower this time as Johnny and Simon move in closer.Â
âShepherd was the one that sold those weapons to AQ and the Russians.âÂ
John looks at the other three members of his team. He knew something was wrong, something was off about the way Shepherd had acted while informing them about this mission. âHe wanted those missiles found and destroyed so he could cover his own ass.â He says, his stomach starting to twist. He doesnât like the way this is going.Â
âBut we found out the truth before you could find all the missiles.â Kate continues. âHe sent you on a wild goose chase to give himself a chance to escape.âÂ
Johnâs hand tightens into a fist. âWhere is he now?âÂ
âHeâs gone dark. Totally off radar.âÂ
John pushes himself up to stand, the adrenaline pumping again. âIâm going to find that bastard-âÂ
âJohn.â Kate says, cutting him off. âThereâs something else.âÂ
The twisting in his stomach intensifies. Thereâs a bad feeling tickling in the back of his mind. He doesnât want to entertain the dark thoughts that are brewing. âWhat?âÂ
âThey took your omega.âÂ
His stomach clenches, his breath catching in his lungs. The other three shift on their feet, all of them stepping closer. The scent in the plane thickens, anger and confusion mixing into a toxic cocktail. He hopes he heard that wrong, that there was some kind of interference in the connection and his brain made up the words he missed. âRepeat that.âÂ
âThey took your omega.â Kate says again.
He lets out a long breath, his muscles tensing. Heâs had a bad feeling tickling in the back of his mind for the last few days. Something was wrong, something was off. He should have known it was all a ruse. Why would AQ and the Russians store a missile in any of the places they had been sent to in the last week? It hadnât made sense, and he had wanted to voice his doubts, but the consequences of a missile being launched because they decided not to look in one place was greater than his own perceived doubts.Â
They had been right though.Â
Of course it had all been a plan. Of course there had been something fishy about it. Heâs hardly ever wrong. Heâs been praised on his instincts on the field and off. He should have known. Pulling Simon and Johnny when they did should have been enough evidence, even if they had been needed in the end.Â
âYouâre positive?â He knows she is. Thereâs no mistaking something like that, thereâs no doubting it.Â
âThereâs a video.â Kate says, Johnâs stomach dropping. âIâm sending it to you now.âÂ
John pulls out his phone, his fingers white as he holds it up. Heâs angry, beyond angry. If theyâve laid a hand on you...if youâve been hurt because of his own failings, his own inability to see the truth...
He clicks on the video when it comes in, a familiar face popping up on screen. âHi boys. Been a while.âÂ
âFucking Graves.â Johnny growls, his hands closing into fists in anger.Â
âI have a little something of yours I think you might be interested in.â He turns the camera around, your face popping up on screen. Youâre restrained in a chair, wrists red from the zip ties, but thereâs a glare on your face, looking as mean and threatening as you can. Thereâs a bruise on your cheek and what looks like a healing cut on your lip. Someone hit you.Â
âSmile for the camera.â Graves says, a bit too cheerfully.Â
You donât smile, your glare sharpening as the camera gets closer to your face. Thereâs still fight left in you. Whatever has happened hasnât been too bad. Yet.Â
âLetâs make this simple.â Graves says. âYou stay away from Shepherd, and I wonât have to hurt this pretty little face. She is pretty, isnât she?âÂ
You shift in the chair, your leg lifting before you kick outward.Â
âOw, you little bitch.â The camera jostles for a moment before itâs straightened back up, a hand shooting out to wrap around your throat. Thereâs no sign of any struggle, the glare still prominent on your face. âFeisty thing. Gotta keep up with those wild boys somehow.âÂ
The hand tilts your face just slightly, showing the mark on your neck. It is you, not that John doubted that from the beginning. It may have been almost two months, but he wouldnât forget your face that easily.Â
âLike I said,â Graves continues. âFollow your orders and sheâll be released unharmed.âÂ
The screen goes dark and John resists the urge to throw his phone. He shoves it back into his pocket, turning towards the wall of the plane. He throws his fist against the metal as hard as he can. It hurts, but he can barely feel it over the rage burning hot in him.Â
âFucking Shepherd!â He shouts, rearing back to throw his hand against the wall again.
Graves has his omega. Graves has his omega and now youâre being used as leverage. Theyâre all being played like puppets.Â
A hand catches his fist before he can punch the wall again, easing him back. âEasy.â Kyle says, trying to soothe him as best he can. âWe have proof of life, we know that sheâs alright for now.âÂ
âFor now.â He growls, looking around at the members of his team. âBut for how long?âÂ
âThey knew weâd go after Shepherd as soon as we learned the truth.â Simon says. âThis has been in the plans for a long time.â
âTheyâre trying to get us to make a choice. Focus on getting our omega back while letting Shepherd escape, or go after Shepherd and let our omega be tortured.â Kyle says.Â
âThose fuckinâ wankstains.â Johnny says, shifting on his feet. Heâs angry, the bitter scent filling the enclosed area of the plane. Theyâre all angry, angry at those responsible, and angry at themselves for falling for it. âThey were usinâ us the whole time.âÂ
John lets out a long breath. Itâs a hard decision to make. Go after Shepherd and cut the head off the snake, or go after you and let the person orchestrating all of this escape. Graves wonât stop, even if they do manage to take out Shepherd. He has his orders, and he will follow them, with or without Shepherd pulling the strings.
There might be a second contingency. They kill Shepherd, you die too.Â
No matter what, you wonât be safe. If they go after you, Shepherd escapes and if they try to hunt him down later, heâll use you again, or worse. They donât have to kill Shepherd, though. They have proof heâs a traitor. He can be brought to justice if heâs caught. Death is too gentle of a punishment for what heâs done. He deserves to rot in prison for the rest of his life.Â
They have to make sacrifices for the good of the world.Â
âWeâre going after Shepherd.â He says, taking a deep breath. âNone of us will be safe if we donât.âÂ
âThatâs dangerous, John.â Kate says. âWe donât know how far Shepherd or Graves will take this. You know how Graves is. He may not be able to be stopped, even if Shepherd tells him to.âÂ
He takes a second to breathe. His pack is silent, all three of them staring at him, waiting for him to make this decision. He is pack alpha, he is their Captain. They do what he tells them to do, follow his orders no matter what. Kate is right, this is a risk, but sacrifices have to be made. Hands have to be dirtied to keep the world clean.Â
He just hopes youâll forgive him.Â
âWeâre going after Shepherd.â John says definitely.Â
âThis is a bad idea, John.â Kate warns him.Â
âItâs the only option we have. Theyâre trying to draw us away. Itâs a risk we have to take.â He can see the apprehension on his packmateâs faces. Theyâre all feeling it, the drive to go after their omega, but deep down he is right. Theyâll never be safe until Shepherd is taken care of. Going after Graves only removes one small piece of the puzzle. The job always comes first.Â
âGet us locations, places he might try to dig in and hide.â He says, heading towards the cockpit. âWeâll find this arsehole and kill him ourselves.Â
***
Kate lets out a sigh as the comms close off. Itâs a mistake. She knows it is. The guilt is eating her alive. She fell for this, she brought you into this, and now you might get hurt because of it. How she didnât see the reality has shame burning through her. They were all blind, all led astray, all fooled by the red herring.Â
There was never an initiative. It was never about strengthening packs. It was always about control. They wanted a way to control packs. Shepherd knew if the secret ever came out, there would be no stopping the consequences. Legal or illegal, retribution would come for him if the truth was revealed.Â
This was his way of stopping it.Â
That's why the 141 were the guinea pigs.Â
They are the most dangerous threat to Shepherd, and he handed them a way to control them under the guise of strengthening packs, experimenting on how their dynamics and efficiency would shift with an omega added in. Even worse, they all fell for it.Â
John is making a mistake. Graves wonât stop so long as Shepherd knows theyâre coming after him. The last thing she wants is for you to get hurt because of their decisions, their mistakes. Shepherd wonât order Graves to kill you. Thatâs too much of a risk. It would give the 141 nothing to lose, and that would put them at their most dangerous.Â
Will Graves listen to that order?Â
She can send out a team to get eyes on Graves, find his position at least. That way, if things do take a turn, sheâll at least have a direction to point them in.Â
They were all too trusting and ignorant. Youâre innocent in all of this.Â
Itâs her fault.Â
Theyâre going to need help.Â
Christine canât sit still anymore. She can't take it. Itâs been almost eighteen hours since your disappearance and thereâs been nothing. No word, no news. She knows youâre alive. Kate had confirmed that, but that hasnât eased the burning questions eating away at her mind. What is your current state? Who took you and why? Where is your pack and are they even aware of whatâs happening?Â
Sheâs been sitting and twirling her thumbs. She canât bring herself to do any paperwork, any research. What is there to do besides sit and worry? She doesnât have a patient to take care of because she lost the one she was supposed to watch.Â
She huffs out a breath, pulling her phone out of her pocket and dialing Kate. If Kate wonât call, sheâll call herself. Kateâs probably busy though, so Christine canât blame her too much for not calling. Sheâs probably so far from the front of Kateâs mind right now.Â
The phone rings twice before Kate answers, sounding tired and disheveled, just as much as Christine feels.Â
âLaswell.â
âKate, I need to be there.â She doesn't hold back, doesnât try to make small talk. Thereâs no time for it. She knows how Kate is doing, and itâs not great.Â
âChristine, I donât know if I can take that risk.â She says.Â
âI need to be there. I can't take sitting around here anymore, and when you find her, sheâs going to need someone she knows there, someone that knows how to take care of her.â Christine lets out a breath, the relief of getting her thoughts out taking some of the weight off her shoulders.Â
Kate sighs, but she has to know Christine is right. Sheâs not sure what state youâre in, and depending on how bad it is, and where your pack is, youâre going to need her. Even if you think she was behind this. âIâll have a plane ready to go in thirty minutes.âÂ
âThank you, Kate.â She says, letting out a sigh of relief.Â
âDonât miss the flight.âÂ
Christine hangs up, gathering a couple things from her office before closing and locking her door. She nearly runs to her barracks, packing a bag quickly. Sheâs not sure what to bring, or how long this will take. Sheâs not even sure exactly where sheâs going.Â
She hurries to the airfield, phone in hand. Sheâs not sure where the plane is or which one sheâs taking. Sheâs just relieved Kate is doing this for her.Â
Her phone buzzes as she reaches the tarmac, making her puse. She lets out an annoyed sigh before answering the call.Â
âOf course you have to call at the worst possible moment.â She says.Â
âIâve always had the worst timing.â Alexâs voice comes through the speaker, and she can almost hear the smile on his face.Â
âI canât talk long. Iâm about to board a plane.â She says.Â
âI know. Weâll pick you up on the tarmac.âÂ
She blinks in surprise. Itâs been years since sheâs seen her brother, months since sheâs spoken with him. Ever since he retired from Delta Force, his regular calls have been happening less and less, and theyâve reached near radio silence over the last couple years. Now heâs involved in this too?Â
âKate called in a favor.â He continues, and thatâs all she needs to know. âWeâll see you in a few hours.âÂ
âYeah.â She says, tears brimming in her eyes as she smiles. Despite everything, sheâs glad she gets to see her brother again. Glad she has some support in this. Your pack will be mad. Theyâll blame her. Sheâs not afraid of them, but she knows Alex will stand behind her no
**Content Warning: light torture, âmega gets punched, further injury to previous injuries, panic attack**
Your hands are starting to go numb. The constant attempts to free yourself from the zip ties isnât helping, but youâre beginning to get twitchy. Your omega is scratching at the back of your mind, begging to be free, but you know you wonât survive it. The room is full of armed mercenaries, and youâre sure if you tried to take out Phil first, youâd be pumped full of bullets before you could even do any damage.Â
Heâs leaning against the wall far too casually, staring at the phone heâd used to record the first video of you. His explanation had been simple. Your pack stops going after General Shepherd, you donât get hurt. The longer they chase Shepherd, the more Phil gets to torture you until they decide your life is worth more than Shepherdâs.Â
Will they choose you over Shepherd? What if theyâve already decided to abandon you? What if your fears were right and theyâve given up, and thatâs why they were gone so long? They wonât care what happens to you, if they have written you off as a burden, as a loss. Theyâll let Phil torture you to death and they wonât even blink an eye. Youâll just be another casualty.Â
It makes your stomach hurt, the idea of your pack letting you die. Even the idea of someone who had once been a friend of your family being so cold towards you has nausea bubbling in your belly. He doesnât care. His only worry is money, not the past. He doesnât care. Heâll do the bidding of whoever offers the highest price.Â
He lets out a sigh, pocketing his phone as he pushes himself off of the wall. âLooks like your boys donât follow orders well.â He bends down, putting his hands on his knees so heâs face to face with you. âTheyâve decided to leave you here with me. Looks like Shepherd was wrong. They donât really care about you as much as everyone thought they did. Makes me sad, them abandoning you so easily.âÂ
You try to ignore his words, try to convince yourself heâs doing it on purpose, trying to mentally break you. Yet you canât deny those words play exactly into your doubts, your fears. Have they really left you here, choosing Shepherd over you? Would they decide to do that? How easy had that decision been made? Â
Tears blur your vision as you stare up at Phil, your eyes burning as you try to put on the bravest face you can. You wonât let him have the satisfaction of knowing heâs getting to you, playing into your fears.Â
âUnfortunately, that means I have to hurt you.â He stands up straight, staring down at you for a moment before pulling his fist back, hitting you across the face.Â
You see stars for a moment, your head snapping to the side. The left side of your face is numb, the taste of metal flooding over your tongue. Youâre bleeding, blood pooling in your mouth. A hand grips your chin, pulling you back so youâre sitting up straight in the chair. You stare up at Phil, the fear fading away to anger as you glare up at him. Your face is throbbing, and you know itâs going to swell and bruise later, more than it already has thanks to Corporal McKinney.Â
Traitorous bastard.Â
They all are.Â
âI do feel bad for hurting that pretty face.â He says, stroking your jaw with his thumb.Â
The movement is impulsive, the anger becoming too much. You spit the blood in your mouth in his face, the droplets splattering across his skin. He turns his head away for a moment, bringing his other hand up to wipe at the blood.Â
âThat wasnât very nice.â He says, looking down at you.Â
âFuck you, you fucking creep!â You yell, kicking at him with your bad leg.Â
He releases your face, catching your leg easily. He pushes his thumb against the bullet wound, all the fight leaving you as pain tears through your body. You let out a scream, trying to pull your leg away but he wonât let you. He holds his thumb there as you scream, the tears streaming down your face.Â
âOkay, okay please! Please stop!â You beg, the pain radiating up into your hip and side. You canât take it anymore, your brain starting to go fuzzy as you hyperventilate.Â
He releases your leg, his hand wrapping around your throat to lift your face. The tears are streaming down your cheeks, mixing with the blood from the cut on your cheek. Thereâs no sympathy, not even regret in his eyes as he stares down at you.Â
âI donât want to hurt you, but if you canât behave, Iâll have to do just that.â He releases you as you continue to hyperventilate, your eyes starting to glaze. Youâre distressing. Will Phil help you? Will he do what he has to do to keep you alive? If you die, there wonât be anything stopping your pack. The entire plan will be over. Theyâll go after Shepherd, then theyâll hunt down Phil.Â
Cold ice water hits you in the face, shocking you back into clarity. Phil is holding the cup of water heâd been letting you drink from periodically. You blink at him as water drips into your eyes, your breaths hitching but far slower than they had been. Youâre awake and aware now.Â
You didnât even know it was possible to do that.Â
âDonât distress on me now.â He says, putting the cup down. âWe have so much ahead of us.â He moves around to the back of your chair, bending down until his breath hits your ear. âBesides, you make me help you out of distress, I might not be able to stop myself.âÂ
Your eyes pinch closed as his lips brush the shell of your ear before he stands back up, tears mixing with the icy water still sliding down your face.Â
Christine nearly runs down the ramp once the plane has stopped on the runway. Sheâs jet lagged and worn out after eight hours of worrying, but sheâs eager not only to finally get some news on you and your status, but to see her brother for the first time in a long time.Â
Itâs not hard to find him.Â
âChrissy!â He grins, hugging her tightly.Â
She has half a mind to complain about the nickname sheâd endured her entire childhood, but she canât find it in her as she hugs her brother tightly. Sheâs missed him, more than she realized. Their jobs have kept them busy, her with her medical studies and practice, and Alex with...whatever it is he does.Â
âItâs been far too long.â She says, pulling away from him. Sheâd love to stand there and hug him for an hour, but she canât. They have more important things to do. Time is of the essence, if her worst fears are true.Â
âA lot has happened, a lot has changed.â He says.Â
She looks him over, spotting the more noticeable changes in comparison to the last time they were face to face. âYou could say that.âÂ
âWe can talk about it later.â He turns to the other person with him, a woman. âChristine, this is Farah.â He introduces her. âFarah, this is my baby sister Christine.âÂ
âNice to meet you.â Farah says, shaking her hand.Â
âYou as well.â Christine looks between them for a moment. She knows that look in Alexâs eyes as he looks at Farah.Â
âWe should get moving.â Farah says, ignoring him.Â
âLaswell has moved off the grid.â Alex says, opening the driverâs side of the SUV.Â
Smart, if things are as bad as she thinks they are.Â
Christine gets into the back, letting out a long breath. Sheâs closer now to finding out whatâs happened to you. The guilt is still eating her alive. If she just hadnât left, if she hadnât believed the phone call, put it above your safety.Â
Things might have been worse if she had stayed.Â
âKate filled us in about everything.â Alex says as he drives away from the airfield. âAt least in regards to the pack and your involvement.âÂ
âThereâs some things sheâs not telling us.â Farah says. âThough if things are as bad as they sound, I donât blame her.âÂ
âI donât know much of anything.â Christine says, staring out the window as they drive out of the city. âI feel like itâs my fault. If I hadnât left her alone...âÂ
âItâs hardly your fault.â Alex says, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. âIf this was all planned, there wouldnât have been anything that would stop it from happening.âÂ
âThey might have done worse if you had stayed there.â Farah says, speaking Christineâs own fears aloud.Â
âI wish I could see her. Make sure sheâs alright.â Christine says. âIf something happens to her...âÂ
âFrom what I hear sheâs a hardy omega.â Alex says, trying to comfort her. âSheâs withstood a lot. She can survive the 141, sheâs probably giving them hell as we speak.âÂ
**Content Warnings: light torture, choking to the point of almost passing out, blood, very detailed descriptions of pain, non-fatal stabbing**
Itâs getting hard to breathe. Philâs grip around your throat is getting tighter and tighter, less and less oxygen getting to your bloodstream and your brain. Your mouth has an almost permanent metallic taste as blood drips down your chin. Blood stains Philâs arm from where you bit him, teeth marks red and angry looking from where they broke the skin.Â
âYou fucking bitch.â He growls, jaw clenched. âYour alpha should have taught you some manners.âÂ
His hand squeezes tighter, cutting the air off entirely. You begin to panic, tugging against the restrains with your raw, cut up wrists. Black dots begin to dance in your vision, your legs straining against the zip ties keeping them attached to the chair. Your hands and feet are going numb, your entire body tingling. This is it. Youâre going to be choked to death.Â
He holds his hand there for a moment, letting you struggle before he lets go and you suck in a gasp of air. You slump over in the chair, blood splattering on the floor as you cough, your throat raw and sore. Tears burn in your eyes as you heave, trying to get the oxygen flowing through your body again.Â
Phil bends down to your level as you sit there, head hanging as blood drips from your mouth. Your tongue is raw from how many times youâve bitten it. Itâs impossible to tell how much time has really passed. Thereâs no windows in the room. The only light source is the cracks around the door behind you. Even then with the bright light in your face constantly, itâs hard to tell anything anymore.Â
âFeisty still, but everyone has their limits.â His hand cups your chin as he stands, lifting your face to follow him. His hand holds the back of your head up as he wipes at the blood under your nose and on your chin almost gently.Â
Tears stream down your cheeks as you stare up at him, unable to even care anymore that his hand is so close to your neck. All he has to do is move it down just slightly and squeeze and youâll be unaware of anything around you, at the mercy of his bidding.Â
That would almost be a relief.Â
He dumps another icy cup of water over your head, keeping you from slipping too much into a panic. The cold water stings the cut on your chest and the one on your arm as it slides down your shoulders. Youâve lost the ability to feel the throbbing in your calf, numb to most of the pain in your body.Â
Why havenât they come for you? Where is your pack?Â
Have they written you off for good? Was finding Shepherd more important than you?Â
Philâs phone goes off, your stomach dropping. He stares at the screen for a second before turning back to you.Â
You shake your head, the tears cascading down your cheeks. âNo,â You start to shake. âNo, please-âÂ
âYou know I have to, darlinâ.â He moves behind you, tugging on your hair to keep your head up as one of his men stands in front of you with a phone in hand.Â
He counts down on his fingers before pressing record.Â
âSeems you boys still canât follow orders. Your omega sure wishes you would.â Phil says as he reaches around your head, holding your chin in his hand. He tilts your head back making you look up at him. âDonât you, darlinâ. Tell them. Tell them how much you wish theyâd follow orders.âÂ
Youâre still crying, unable to stop as you stare at the camera. They really have given up on you. Theyâve deemed you unworthy of saving. Theyâve let you sit here and be beat up and tortured all because they put the job first.Â
They really have given up on you.Â
Are they even watching?Â
âPlease,â You croak out, half begging your pack to care, half begging Phil to have mercy.Â
âSince you canât seem to bring yourselves to care about your own omega,â He shifts slightly, someone handing him something behind you. You catch a glint of metal, your heart rate picking up. Youâre panicking, breaths coming in shaky gasps. You know he can do worse. Heâs threatened worse, but what is he going to do? âIt seems you need a little more...motivation.âÂ
You try to wiggle out of his grasp in panic, wrists bleeding again from tugging at the zip ties. Theyâre coated in your blood, your leg throbbing but you donât care. You need to get away, get free. âNo, no-â
You let out a scream.Â
Itâs sharp and piercing, but nowhere near the sharp pain in your neck. It fires through your very nerve endings, making you aware of the very cells in your body. It shoots up into your brain, igniting every neuron in your brain. Your very blood feels like itâs boiling, your skin on fire from the pain. Every inhale feels like youâre breathing in sand, and every exhale is like glass shards dragging through your lungs and up your throat. The tears streaming down your face may as well be slicing through layers of skin, every wound pulsing and throbbing with a new kind of angry vengeance.Â
Youâre sobbing, nearly choking on air as the pain continues to pulse in your body. Itâs too much, every sensation inside and outside of your body meshing together in an agonizing harmony.Â
âShhh.â Phil tries to shush you as he bends down, his cheek resting against the side of your head. âI know, I know. Youâll be alright.â He presses a kiss to the side of your head before letting you go limp in the chair.Â
Your scream still hangs in the air even after the video ends.Â
Itâs otherwise silent in the room, all eight of them feeling the weight of their decisions on their shoulders. The scents in the air are full of pain and regret and guilt and anger.Â
âWas that fatal?â Kate asks, breaking the tense silence.Â
âNo.â Christine chokes out, her voice shaky. Her hands are trembling where theyâre tucked against her sides. Her arms are crossed over her chest, trying to bring herself some kind of comfort after what she had just watched. âHe went for the scent gland. Itâs not a fatal injury, unless you go too deep, but he knew what he was doing.â She swallows the lump in her throat. âItâs just incredibly painful.âÂ
Her words hang in the air for a moment, all of them still trying to process what they had just seen.Â
John slams his hands on the table, all of them jumping. âI fucking told you.â He says, his voice laced with the deep growl of his alpha. âI fucking told you Kate, she should have been flown out here as soon as you made the call.âÂ
âI know.â Kate says, undeterred by his anger. Sheâs seen it many times, though sheâs rarely been on the receiving end of it. âI know, I made a bad call. None of us knew they would take it this far.âÂ
âBut we knew something was going on behind the scenes.â John says, still radiating anger. âAll precautions should have been taken.âÂ
âThere was no guarantee her being here would have stopped them. She might not have been any safer here.â Kate says, trying to ease his anger, even though she knows itâs completely warranted. âThis goes far deeper than we thought it did. Even before this plan was set into motion.â She waits a moment, letting the air settle. âA year ago, a convoy was smuggling missiles and other weapons into the Middle East in an off-the-books operation. The convoy was attacked and the missiles and arms were stolen by a Russian PMC group. The operation was conducted under the command of Shepherd, and the soldiers in the convoy were all Shadow Company.âÂ
âThatâs how Graves is tied into this.â Kyle says.Â
âIt goes deeper than that.â Kate says, pulling up a file and displaying it on screen. âThe missiles and weapons being smuggled werenât being sent to aid allies in the Middle East. Shepherd sold them to AQ and the Russians. The PMC group that attacked Shadow Company was hired by Shepherd to make it look like an ambush.âÂ
âFucking weasel.â Simon growls.Â
âI donât know how much Graves knows, or how much he helped hide the entire operation, but his ties to this go even deeper.â Kate says, and they all shift closer. âGraves has history with your omega.â She says, pulling up an old photo. âWe combed through one of her brothersâ Facebook pages. Found an old photo of her dad with Graves. They served on the same base when her family lived in Texas before Graves left to join MARSOC. She would have still been a child at the time.âÂ
They stare at the photo, Graves clearly identifiable as he stands next to another man, beers in their hands. Thereâs two other boys in the photo, young and grinning at the camera. Standing in front of Graves is a little girl, a happy grin on her face. Theyâre all in various combinations of red, white, and blue.Â
4th of July, they assume.Â
âThatâs how she got into the institute so fast.â John says, staring at the photo. Heâs never seen a photo of your father before. You must take after your mother. âGraves pulled the strings.âÂ
Kate nods. âHe did, but under the condition he would be the one to claim her when she grew old enough. The CIA wiped out that claim when they froze her file.âÂ
The 141 all shift on their feet, sharing looks. John feels a sick twisting in his stomach at the implications. Your position in the photo suddenly makes sense. Anger burns in him, deep and bubbling like magma. Heâll kill the bastard.Â
âThis is revenge then.â Johnny says.Â
âIn a way, I think.â Kate says. âWe took away what he wanted. Graves wasnât going to pass up this opportunity. Heâs not afraid to get his hands dirty.âÂ
âThis all is what the initiative was created for.â Christine says, leaning against the table. âA contingency in case this all was uncovered.âÂ
âA way to control us.â Kyle says.Â
Kate nods. âYes. It was all a plan to give the 141 a weakness, a way to be controlled should the situation arise. In this case it just so happened to be the uncovering of his traitorous arms deals.âÂ
âWe were all pawns in this.â Christine says.Â
âWe let them walk right in and take control like that.â John says, turning to Christine. âYou let them walk in and take our omega.âÂ
She turns to face him, undeterred by his agitation and anger. âI did what I thought was right at the time. I got a call from one of the front desk workers in the med center saying that someone was waiting in my office for me.â She explains. âThey wouldnât say who it was, and the whole thing felt off. I knew whoever would be visiting me was not going to be friendly, so I felt it was safer to leave her in the barracks than take her with me and risk something happening in a place she doesnât know well. In the barracks at least sheâd know places to hide and barricade herself.âÂ
She takes a deep breath, still facing down John fearlessly. Heâs coiled tight like a spring, ready to jump at any moment should he deem it necessary. Itâs those protective instincts, the knowledge that his omega is somewhere else, taken unwillingly and being tortured feeding into that need to fight.Â
âMy office door was open when I got there.â She continues. âI always leave it locked. I went in prepared to fight, but I was attacked from behind. Hit over the head and drugged with something fast acting, something that would keep me incapacitated long enough for him to strike.â She stares up into his eyes, projecting her scent just a bit to try and get him to calm down. âWe all made mistakes here, things we thought were the right choice at the time.âÂ
Sheâs not wrong. They all know it. They had just seen proof of it. Â
âThe assailant?â John asks, turning back to Kate.Â
âCorporal McKinney.â Kate says. âHe was in Shepherdâs pocket from the start. Someone who could watch first-hand. Someone who could sneak into the barracks unnoticed without many questions. He was likely the one that put the cameras up.âÂ
âFucking wanker.â Simon growls. âHe approached her once in the mess. Early on. Tried to introduce himself to her. Backed off as soon as I intervened. Never tried again, at least that we know of.âÂ
âShe never mentioned him.â Christine says. âOr anyone else on base that might have tried to approach her.âÂ
âWhere is he now?â Kyle asks. Theyâre all angry, frustrated. How had they not seen this happening?Â
âLocal police tracked his car to an abandoned airfield not far outside of Hereford.â Kate says. âHe was dead inside. Police ruled it suicide.âÂ
âIâm sure it was.â John says.Â
They all know it wasnât.Â
âShadow Company likely picked her up from there with orders to stage a suicide.â Kate says.Â
âOne less loose string to worry about.â Simon says. âCovers their tracks in England.âÂ
They all go quiet. How this had all happened right under their noses? Theyâre all guilty of falling for it, for being too trusting in a world they know they canât be too careful in. Allies can turn on a dime and become enemies. Betrayals can be easily bought. Things can turn downhill within a blink of an eye. Theyâre supposed to be prepared for the worst, ready for every possibility.Â
They had written this off as a conspiracy, and now their omega is paying for it.Â
âWe need a plan.â Farah says, breaking the silence.Â
âWe canât let Shepherd get away.â John says.Â
âWe cannae just leave her.â Johnny argues against his alpha. Itâs a brave thing, considering his alphaâs current mental state. Â
âI donât know how much more she can take.â Simon backs his beta up, the desperation and pain on your face still visible in all of their minds.Â
âLet us go after Shepherd.â Alex says, offering up a solution. âHeâs obviously watching for you to come after him.âÂ
âWe can move undetected.â Farah agrees. âHeâs less likely to expect us. You need to focus on your omega. Shepherd will show himself again eventually.âÂ
âDo we have a lead on their location?â Kyle asks, turning back to Kate.Â
She nods. âWe do now. I sent a team out to try and track location through the videos and where they were being sent from.â She pulls a map up on screen. âWe have a location.âÂ
âTexas.â Alex says.Â
âHe took her home.â Christine says.Â
âWe have a plan then. We go after Graves, Farah and Alex start tracking Shepherd. Kate is eyes in the sky for us.â John says.Â
âSheâs going to need medical attention as soon as possible.â Christine says. She looks at Kate. âWhere is the nearest military base from their location?âÂ
Kate types on her computer. âNaval Air Station Joint Reserve Base in Fort Worth.âÂ
âGet me there and Iâll be waiting. Sheâs going to need someone she knows.â She says, looking at John. âSheâs not going to just let anyone close to her after this. She may not even let you close.âÂ
John stares down at her for a long moment. She stares back unflinchingly. She doesnât get intimidated easily, not after years of dealing with institutes and alphas alike.Â
He lets out a breath, staring down at her for a long moment before he nods. âI trust you.âÂ
âShort reunion this time.âÂ
âIâm just glad I got to see your face again.â Christine says, looking up at Alex.Â
âThings are...complicated.â He says. âMaybe after all of this is over we can go and get some coffee. Talk about our lives...as much as we can.âÂ
The corner of her mouth twitches up in a smile. âIâll hold you to that.âÂ
Alex pulls her into a hug, holding her tightly. âYouâre doing good work, Chrissy.âÂ
She shakes her head at the nickname, but she holds him just as tightly. âIâm trying to.âÂ
Alex pulls away, squeezing her arms. âIâd say you are. You care a lot. To the point some might call it a character defect.âÂ
She scoffs, slapping his chest playfully. âNot like youâre much better.â She glances at the car where Farah is waiting patiently. âIâm happy for you.âÂ
âOh, weâre....â Alex blushes to his ears. âWeâre not...âÂ
She gives him a look. âMhm sure.â She looks up at him one more time. âBe safe.âÂ
âAs best I can.â He says. âTake care of yourself. Donât be too hard on yourself either.âÂ
âI try not to be.â She squeezes his hand before stepping away.Â
She watches the SUV drive off, stomach churning with nerves for both of them. Shepherd is dangerous, but Alex has fearlessly faced down danger since he was a kid. Heâs always been brave and determined, loyal and unafraid to do what he thinks is right no matter what. She trusts him to take care of himself, she trusts Farah to help him, even if she only met the woman today.Â
She trusts them both to take care of each other. She trusts them both to help put an end to this.Â
**Content Warning: Blood, vomiting, 'mega forces herself into a panic attack**
Your body aches, muscles screaming. You canât take much more. Your cheek throbs painfully, swollen to the point you almost canât see out of your left eye. The pain burning from your neck makes the other pain in your body nearly irrelevant, nearly nonexistent. Itâs like electricity, burning through your very cells. Every movement seems to make it flare, makes the electric shock jolt through you. The burning pain that follows makes you whimper, a pathetic choking sound squeaking out from your bruised throat.Â
The pain makes you nauseous, vomit staining the front of your shirt and pants. Itâs mostly bile and the little food youâve gotten since your kidnapping.Â
Nutrient bars, meant to keep you fed and nourished for a short period of time.Â
You may never be able to eat them again.Â
âFuck.â Graves curses, staring at his phone. âTheyâve backed off.â He steps up to you, looking down on your pathetic form. âLooks like your boys do care about you after all.âÂ
Do they? Are they really coming for you, or have they simply given up chasing Shepherd because they lost all their leads. Will they come for you, or will they leave you here to rot? What will Graves do then? Try to take you as his own omega? Kill you out of anger?Â
Your stomach churns and you can feel the bile rising.Â
You vomit again, the warm liquid splashing into your lap. You canât lean far enough anymore, not without the risk of not being able to pull yourself back up, not with the pain burning your every movement. You canât even lift your head anymore, your body weak and battered and bruised. Thereâs blood everywhere, on you and on the floor. You can still taste it in your mouth, mixing with the sourness of bile.Â
Graves gives you a disgusted look before turning to the others in the room. âDuran, Lewis, keep watch. The rest of you come with me.âÂ
He leaves the room for the first time in what you assume is days. For once the cocktail of scents begins to disperse, all but two of the alphas finally disappearing. Where theyâre going or what theyâre going to do, you donât know. You canât bring yourself to care either way. You just want to go home. You want to see your mother again, your brothers and sisters, even your father would be a welcome sight after this. You want your alpha, you want him to hold you, to take you in his arms, keep you safe.
He abandoned you. He left you to suffer like this.Â
Your breathing picks up as you sit there, chin to chest as you stare at your bloody shirt. The smells in the room are awful, the scents no longer there to block out the sour bile and metallic stench blood. Tears are streaming down your cheeks, pink tinted splatters dripping onto your pants. What are you going to do now? What are they going to do to you now? Will they keep you alive long enough for your pack to arrive then kill you in front of them? Will they torture them too, make them watch as the life slowly leaves your eyes in revenge for chasing after Shepherd?Â
A sob rips through your sore throat up out of your lips.Â
You just want to go home.Â
You just want to be free.Â
You can be.Â
Distress. The final defense. The last ditch effort omegas have to save themselves. Distress will lead to your omega taking over, and if nothing else, a quiet death you wonât even realize is happening. Your body will give out and youâll be safely tucked into the back of your brain, comforted by your instincts. You wonât have to worry anymore. You wonât have to care.Â
If nothing else, the pain will be over.Â
Iâm sorry.Â
You begin to breathe heavier, ignoring the pain in your body as you push yourself to hyperventilate. The alphas behind you might do something, might try to stop it. They could, but would they even know how? Would it even work if you got too far? Theyâre not your alpha. They canât comfort you, bring you back from the edge without forcing you. Will they even bother?Â
You tilt your head to the side, putting pressure on your injured scent gland. You sob at the pain, the burning flowing straight into your very cells, making them scream. You push through it, your wrists twisting against the zip ties, digging them further into your already damaged wrists. The pain pushes you to a point of panic, your heart rate through the roof. You can feel it, the tightening of your muscles, your joints locking into place.Â
Youâve never done it purposefully before, but in this state, itâs not hard.Â
They left you. Theyâve abandoned you. Theyâve given up. Itâs all your fault they left. Theyâre not coming for you. Youâre not worth it.Â
The thoughts send you down the spiral, the edges of your vision starting to go dark. Youâre floating away, hands and feet going numb as your wheezing, shallow breaths block the oxygen from getting to your brain. Youâre sinking, your body floating as you begin to retreat into the back of your mind. The cage is open, your omega soothing you as you drift off, curling up in the back recesses of your mind.Â
Youâre safe now. She whispers.Â
Thereâs no going back.Â
Youâre going to get out.Â
Even if you have to do it yourself.Â
The last breath you remember taking is shaky, making you cough before your vision begins to fade to grey, then to black. Youâre getting out of here no matter what. Youâre going to go to sleep. If you fail, youâll never know it. Your death will be quick and gentle and youâll never know it happened until youâve moved on to whatever is next.Â
You wonât remember any of this. Thatâs your only consolation.Â
Your vision fades to black as all memory and awareness leaves you. The last thing you remember is the snap of the zip ties around your wrists as they break.Â
âGraves has moved with some of his men to the western building. Itâs likely the hostage is being held in the eastern building. Gaz and I will go after Graves. Ghost and Soap will try to secure the hostage.âÂ
âKeller is on her way to NAS JRB as we speak. Theyâre on standby for medevac.âÂ
âStealth is our priority. They know weâre here, we risk losing the hostage. Quick and quiet, take them by surprise. The faster we do this, the sooner it will all be over.âÂ
**Content Warning: blood and slight gore, someone gets shot offscreen, some gorey and explicit imagery towards the end**
Heâs not unfamiliar with high stakes missions. Itâs his specialty. Heâs cool and calm under stress and pressure, which is why he gets chosen for them. He can detach easily, get the job done and then go home and forget.Â
So why are his hands shaking?Â
This isnât a high stakes mission, not like one heâs used to doing. The stakes are higher, higher than heâs ever had before. Itâs not just eliminating some faceless target, itâs not just rescuing some faceless hostage.Â
Itâs rescuing you.Â
He hates that you were involved in all of this. He hates that they all fell for it, blind to the truth, blind to Shepherdâs traitorous actions. They refused to entertain those conspiratorial thoughts, and now youâre paying for it. He knows why Price made the decision he did, he understands the logic behind it.Â
He hated it, though.Â
How far would Graves have taken it if they had chosen to go after you first. Would things have gotten this bad? Or would he still have hurt you, tortured you just out of sheer anger for what happened between the two of you? He wouldnât give up just because Shepherd told him to stop. Heâs ruthless and uncaring of who he hurts and why. He gets his orders and he completes them, no matter what, so long as whoever is giving those orders can pay a high enough price.Â
How much did he get for this assignment? How much did he settle for once he learned you were involved?Â
Far too much despite that fact, most likely. Maybe he should become a merc. Less rules and more money.
Itâs not a bad idea.Â
He lasers his focus on the building as they creep through the trees, moving silently. Two against however many are inside. It was impossible to tell with how many were moving between the two buildings constantly.Â
He brought the whole squad. He planned on putting up a fight regardless.Â
At least they have the element of surprise on their hands.Â
âWe move silently through the building.â He says as they approach the door. Thereâs two guards standing outside. âThey know weâre inside, things could go downhill quickly.âÂ
âOn you, LT.â Johnny says, taking point beside him.Â
âDrop one, Iâll take the other.â He says, aiming at one of the two Shadows guarding the door.Â
Itâs quick and quiet, their bodies slumping onto the damp dirt. Simon scans the area before moving forward to the door. Itâs unlocked, Johnny pushing it open slowly to check for a trip wire.Â
None.Â
Sloppy, or perhaps on purpose. They canât be too careful. Shepherd will have let Graves know theyâre not on his trail anymore. Heâll be expecting them.Â
They split up, combing the bottom floor of the building. He takes out two more Shadows, checking every room for a sign of their target, but they find none.Â
âSecond floor.â He says, waiting at the base of the stairwell for Johnny to join him.Â
âYou think sheâs in here?â Johnny asks as they creep up the stairs, careful not to make too much noise.Â
âWell, weâll find out.âÂ
Itâs far too unguarded to where theyâre holding you. Graves will have assumed theyâd split up. He must have moved most of his men to the western building to put up as much of a barricade as possible. He can picture Graves standing there, the smirk on his face as he holds a gun to your head. Will he take that risk, shoot you in front of them and give them nothing to live for? Or will he use a knife, letting you die a slow, painful death in front of them?Â
Or, maybe he moved them to the western building to make them think thatâs where you are. Focus their attacks there so they leave you behind. He gets cornered, he send the word to kill you before any of them can get to you.Â
More red herrings.Â
He pauses before he reaches the top of the steps, taking out the shadow standing down the hallway. They split up again, looking through rooms at the top of the stairs, making their way down the hallway.Â
One of the doors is open, and he silently motions for Johnny. He counts down silently in his head before rounding the corner, rifle up as he scans the room. His stomach churns as he looks inside, taking a couple cautious steps forward. Heâs seen a lot of things in his time, done a lot of things, but this is different.Â
âScreaming Jesus.â Johnny says, lowering his rifle as he steps in behind Simon.Â
Thereâs blood everywhere.Â
Itâs coating the floors, leaving a sticky residue as it dries. Itâs the room you were in. He recognizes it from the video, and the bright light in the corner is a dead giveaway. The chair in the middle of the room has been broken, the wood of the arms snapped off and splintered. Thereâs four bloody zip ties on the floor, along with several instruments on the floor including the ice pick.Â
He wants to shove that into Gravesâ eye for what he did to you.Â
Thereâs two bodies on the floor, one of them dead in a pool of his own blood, the other choking as blood seeps onto the floor under him. He steps up to the shadow, putting his boot on his chest and pushing. The Shadow lets out a groan, coughing up blood.Â
âWhere the fuck is she?â He growls, staring down at the quickly paling face.Â
âFucking bitch went crazy.â He chokes out. âWent running.âÂ
Simon steps back, pulling out his handgun and firing two bullets into the Shadowâs head.Â
âPrice, we found the room.â He says into his comm. âThe hostage isnât here. A half-dead Shadow said she bolted.âÂ
âLT.â Johnny says, motioning to the door, the only other exit from the room. Thereâs a bloody handprint on the door, one too small to be one of the Shadowsâ.Â
âI think she managed to get out.â He says, staring at the handprint. His stomach drops, his hand tightening around his rifle. He glances down at the bodies, throats cut and faces bloody. âI think her omega took over.âÂ
âYou and Soap go after her. Sheâll do the one thing she knows to do, the one instinctual thing she can do if she has nothing to fight.â Price says. âWeâve got Graves cornered.âÂ
Simon pushes the door open, cool air flowing into the stuffy room. Thereâs bloody shoe prints heading down the stairs. He can see the rapid turn on the concrete below before they head off towards the trees.Â
âIâve got a trail.â He says.Â
âGo.â Price says. âSimon...you know what you have to do.âÂ
He does.
He motions for Johnny to follow before hurrying down the stairs. The longer they delay, the further youâll get. He doesnât doubt some Shadows followed you if you made that much of a ruckus. The more time they waste, the more dangerous things get, and not just because they might lose you or the shadows might catch up.Â
He races towards the treeline, rifle in hand, but thereâs no one else standing guard. Price and Gaz will have taken care of those in the other building, and those that were outside probably went after you.Â
He slows once they break the treeline, trying to catch any hint of your scent that might be left. His only hope is that youâve left a trail. Heâs a tracker, he knows what heâs doing. His senses are stronger, more in tune. He can find you. He can track you down. He has to.Â
The guilt is eating him alive. If something happens to you, heâll never forgive himself. Heâs right here, so close and yet so far. Youâre running on borrowed time and thereâs only so much of it left. Eventually you have to slow, eventually your body will start giving up. Will it be too late then? If a Shadow finds you when you canât fight back...
âDead Shadow ahead.â Johnny says, motioning to the slumped over body ahead of them. âWeâre on the trail.âÂ
âLetâs hope she left more markers on the way.â He says, kicking the Shadow, but the stab wound in his neck is all Simon needs to know. âKeep going straight.â He says, continuing on the path theyâve been following. He needs just a whiff, a hint of your scent. Something.Â
They come across another dead Shadow, this one off to the side of the path they had been following. He turns, making an adjustment before moving forward. Johnny keeps close, both of them watching for more Shadows, or for any glimpse of you. All they can hope is theyâre on the right path.Â
He nearly sets off in a run as he hears a sound ahead. Itâs a yowl, almost like a mountain lion. It sends a tingle down his back, his alpha blaring warning alarms. A threatened omega is a dangerous thing. Fierce and protective of themselves, capable of great feats and lethal if you get too close.Â
Itâs you, no doubt.Â
Price had been right.Â
He has no choice.Â
He pushes forward, his steps quick as he makes his way through the bushes. He spots you near a boulder, trying to fight off a Shadow. Heâs got the upper hand, using his size against you. Youâre getting tired, your movements slowing. Simon aims with his rifle, a shot to the head dropping the Shadow. You drop into a crouch, surveying the trees. Youâre covered in blood, a knife in your hand as your wild eyes search for them.Â
âDistract her.â He says to Johnny. âMake yourself as unthreatening as possible. Iâll go around and get her from behind.âÂ
He doesnât even wait for an acknowledgement before heâs moving, slipping around to the side of the boulder. Johnny steps into the clearing slowly, holding his hands up, talking to you quietly.
âEasy, kitten. Ye know who I am.â Johnny is careful not to get too close, his steps slow as he moves to the side, getting you to turn. âWeâre just here to help ye. Get ye home and safe.âÂ
Youâre holding the knife up, brandishing it at Johnny. Simon isnât sure if youâve ever thrown a knife before, but he doesnât put it past you to try in this state.Â
He hopes Johnnyâs reflexes are fast enough.Â
He slips out from behind the boulder as you pause, wasting no time as he races up behind you and grabbing you before you can bolt or go for Johnnyâs neck. You let out another yowl, struggling against him as he wraps an arm around your chest. Your teeth sink into his arm and he lets out a curse, but he doesnât let go. He lets go, they wonât get another chance. Itâll be too late.Â
He doesn't want to do it. His mind flashes back to his father and mother, one of the few times his mother fought back. It hadnât lasted long before her body went limp, practically a ragdoll in his fatherâs hold. Simon had grabbed Tommy and ran, barricading them in his room. They didnât want to see what was going to happen next.Â
He doesnât want that kind of control over you, he doesnât want to put you through that trauma. The disorientation, the fear, the confusion. That must have been what it felt like after being sedated during your heat. You had been sick for days, crying in Johnnyâs room. He had heard every sob, every attempt to soothe you.Â
He put you through that. He made you face that down despite the fear on your face as Johnny escorted you to the med center.Â
And now he has to do it again.Â
He has to this time. He has no choice. His only other option is to let you die. Price will never forgive him. Johnny wonât even look at him again. Heâd betray them worse than you did, worse than Shepherd, worse than Graves.Â
You never really betrayed them in the first place, though.Â
You were afraid, untrusting of them, unsure because of your past. He had been foolish to blame you, foolish to think it was somehow your fault. You acted out of fear, out of terror. How you must have felt in those moments when that beta showed up, when you faced down Shepherd alone, when you returned to find your space invaded and those cameras all over your room. They werenât there to protect you, they werenât there to support you. They left you alone and you hid it from them because you didnât know any better, because you were so afraid.Â
Heâs a goddamn fucking prick heâs been.Â
Tears blur his vision as he tucks his free arm behind you, shifting your position just enough so he can get his hand around the back of your neck. You kick out with your legs, releasing his arm, your head tilting back in a last ditch, instinctual effort to protect yourself.Â
His eyes squeeze closed as you let out a yelp, his fingers digging into the back of your neck. Itâs hard enough it will leave a bruise, but he has to be sure. Itâs the only thing that might save you. Itâs his only option, his only chance to keep you alive.Â
âThere you go.â He says quietly into your ear. âNeed you to relax for me.âÂ
Your body goes limp in his hold, head resting back against his hand as he holds you there. Your muscles twitch as the tension leaves you, eyelids fluttering before they close. His arm stings where your teeth had sunk into his skin, hard enough to draw blood, but he doesnât care.Â
âKeep resting.â He says, easing his hand from the back of your neck as he shifts you in his arms. âGonna get you somewhere safe.âÂ
Youâre like a ragdoll in his arms as he lifts you up, cradling you against his chest. Youâre warm, hair sticking to your forehead.Â
âCall it in.â He tells Johnny, his eyes still glued to your face. âWe need that medevac now.âÂ
âPrice, we got her.â Johnny says into his comm. âWe need medevac stat.âÂ
You look so peaceful despite the blood soaking your body. Partially yours, partially the Shadows you killed in your escape. You look like a gruesome painting, a gorey depiction of an omega pushed too far. Something theyâd put on display in a museum, a photo that would win prizes in celebration of such a natural state caught on camera. It would be circulated for decades, something talked about centuries from now.Â
A raw view of humanityâs inner beasts.Â
He canât stand it, seeing you like this. They did this to you. They are the reason youâre like this. They made the bad call in the end, they put you through this. You wonât forgive them, not after everything. You went weeks without them, without a word and then this happened. Innocence tainted in the blood of the guilty. The bloodstained omega held in the arms of the blood-tainted alpha. He should be the one covered in their blood. He should be the one carrying the weight of torture and desperation on his shoulders.Â
The guardian dog covered in blood in the name of protecting his innocent sheep.Â
How heâs failed you. How they all failed you.Â
He pushes past the pain, past the grief, past the guilt and the horror of what they did to you, what they put you through.Â
Theyâve got you back. Youâre safe.Â
Itâs over.Â
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NERD!WOOZI WITH SLUTTY FINGERING
a/n: i KNOW ive talked about woozi hands, woozi fingering, too much already in this blog, so, nerd!woozi its just another excuse for me to write about it again. sorry not sorry. a/n pt.2: yes, this is woozi's hand on minghao's neck that's why im screaming in the title. WARNINGS: smut, small angst, fingering, body fluids (cum spit), clit stimulation, g'spot stimulation, intense orgasm, teasing, quick learner!jihoon
nerd!jihoon whoâs all serene and timid, always too focused on his notes, pretending he doesnât notice your little games, but deep down, heâs fully aware. you catch him sometimes, the way his pencil pauses mid-scribble when you lean a little too close, asking for the same damn pencil again. he knows you have like five pencils in that full-of-charms bag of yours, regardless here you are.
âyou sure you donât just wanna keep it?â he mumbles, barely looking up as he hands you the pencil.
you lean forward, letting your hair fall in front of your face like a curtain, just to see if heâd peek. and, of course, he does. a quick flick of his eyes, then back down to his notebook, scribbling some bullshit about physics or whatever. boring. you wonder whatâd happen if you just grabbed his hand for real this time, full contact, no pencil-between-you nonsense. would he pull away? would he get all flustered, or would he grab you back, finally drop that innocent act?
âyou ever gonna look at me when i ask you for something, or you too shy for that?â you tease, leaning on his desk now, your fingers inching closer to his ruler. he finally looks up at you, a little more serious than usual, and it catches you off guard.
âyou keep asking for things you donât need,â he says quietly, âwhy?â he scoffs, pushing his glasses up his nose like thatâs gonna hide the faint flush creeping up his neck. âyou can keep the damn pencil,â he mutters, eyes glued to the textbook in front of him.
and nerd!jihoon who gets so in his head about it that he doesnât realize the moment he fucked up. âcause when you stand up from your chair, reaching down to grab something you âaccidentallyâ dropped, you do it slow. bending over right in front of him, just enough that your skirt rides up a little too high, giving him a full view.
he stares for just a second too long, eyes glued to the hem of your skirt, swallowing hard like heâs trying not to make a sound. but itâs obvious, way too obvious, and when he realizes heâs been caught, his face turns red so fast you almost laugh out loud.
nerd!jihoon who's fidgeting now, trying to pretend he didnât just eye-fuck you in the middle of the classroom.
but nerd!jihoonâs only got so much self-control, and youâre testing every bit of it.
nerd!jihoon who, for some reason, snaps at you that morning when you meet at the stairs outside the university building. itâs out of nowhere tooâlike, one second, youâre just giving him that casual little smile, ready to toss some flirty comment about the weather being as cold as his attitude, and the next, heâs all huffy, eyebrows furrowing deeper than usual.
âwhy do you keep doing that?â his voice comes out sharp, way too sharp for someone like him, the type who rarely even speaks above a whisper in class. you blink, taken aback, half-wondering if heâs joking, but when you see his jaw tighten, you realize heâs serious. dead serious. âis it that hard to leave me alone?â
ouch. you donât even know how to react at first, like his words take a second to settle in, but when they do, it feels like someone knocked the air out of you. your eyes harden on him, and for once, you donât have some quick retort. you just⌠stare. really?âheâs just gonna blow up like that?
âfine,â you mutter, voice cold as ice. and with that, you turn on your heel and walk off without another word, you donât even look back as you head straight to the classroom, your heart pounding in your chest. youâve never felt this weird compound of pissed and hurt before. itâs like something just snapped inside you too.
for the rest of the day, you donât bother glancing in his direction. you gather your stuff at the end of class, all in silence, and when you make your way past his desk, you stop for just a second, pulling out all those borrowed pencils from your bag. without a word, you set them on his desk, one by one. they clatter onto his notes, each one feeling like a small âfuck youâ in its own way.
jihoon doesnât say anything, just stares at the pencils like theyâre mocking him. he opens his mouth for a split second, like maybe heâs gonna explain, but nothing comes out. you donât give him the chance either; you walk away, not bothering to look back. itâs like every interaction youâve ever had just gets replayed in your mind, and now itâs all soured.
the next few days are weird. hell, you stop talking to him altogether. instead, you sit at your desk, quietly pulling out your own damn pencils from your pencil case, you donât need his anymore, not when heâs gonna act like a complete ass about it. he watches you thoughâyou can feel his stare on you, burning into the side of your head. but every time you glance in his direction, he looks away like he canât deal with the awkwardness heâs caused.
itâs like he wants to apologize but has no idea how to start. typical jihoonâall brain and no clue when it comes to real people.
but one evening, thereâs a knock on your dorm door. you open it, and there he is, standing there with a six-pack of those canned drinks you always get from the campus canteen, the same ones you always grab right after class. his face is red, cheeks flushed in a way thatâs almost⌠cute? but youâre still mad, still remembering how he snapped at you like that.
âhey,â he says, and his voice is softer this time, merely audible. you just stand there, arms crossed, waiting for him to explain himself.
âi, uh⌠i brought these,â he mutters, holding the cans out like some awkward peace offering. âi noticed you⌠always get these. thought maybeâŚâ his voice trails off, and he rubs the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. âiâm sorry. for what i said.â
you raise an eyebrow, still not convinced. âreally? you were a complete jerk, jihoon.â
he shrinks at your words, nodding. âi know. i just⌠i didnât know how to deal with it, okay? it⌠messed with me.â
you uncross your arms, softening just a bit. âand snapping at me was your way of handling it?â
he sighs, looking down at his shoes. âi didnât mean it. i was just frustrated. not at youâjust⌠at myself.â
you take a deep breath, glancing at the cans in his hands, the little effort heâs put into making amends. heâs trying. âfine,â you say finally, stepping aside to let him in. âyou owe me more than just drinks, though.â
jihoonâs eyes widen a bit, his lips twitching into that familiar nervous smile. âwhat do you want, then?â
you scoff.
nerd!jihoon who feels the faint taste of the drink lingers on your tongue, and he groans into your mouth, probably addicted to it more than heâll admit. heâs kissing you backâmessy, needy, and a little clumsy, but you can tell heâs losing himself in it.
you shift on his lap, straddling him properly, and when you press into him, his breath hitches. itâs like he canât keep himself together, every kiss pulling out little sounds, his hands hover awkwardly for a second, like he doesnât know what to do with them, until you grab them and guide them up your body, pushing them to your chest, making him squeeze your tits through your shirt.
nerd!jihoon who gasps when he feels the nipples on his palms through your shirt, his lips pulling away from yours for just a second as he looks at where his hands are, eyes wide like he canât believe it. his fingers flex against you, tentatively at first, but then you press your hand over his, forcing him to squeeze harder, and you let out a shaky breath.
then? oh, he gets it.
nerd!jihoon, who finally acts, squeezing your tits by himself like heâs been waiting for this chance his whole damn life. his fingers dig in just enough to pull a moan from your throat.
nerd!jihoonâs catching on fast now, realizing where you want to be touched, where your breath catches, where your body melts into him.
his hands roam up your sides, slipping under your oversized shirt, and when his fingers brush your bare skin, he freezes for a second. he realizes youâre not wearing anything underneath, no panties, no bra, just naked under the thin fabric. âshit,â he breathes, almost like a curse, his eyes darting up to meet yours, like heâs checking to see if this is real, if you actually want him to keep going.
you smirk, biting your lip, and press your hips down into him harder, a wordless yes, keep going.
his hand cups your pussy, and the way you immediately arch into him, gasping out his nameâheâs gone. brain short-circuiting, but his bodyâs on autopilot now. âdont do this to meâŚâ he mewls, too focused on the way youâre grinding into his hand, wet and ready for him.
nerd!jihoon who, once he realizes how horny you are, loses any hesitation he had before. his fingers, slender and surprisingly strong, waste no time. heâs focusedâso damn focusedâlike heâs solving a problem in his mind, but this time, the problem is you. and he knows exactly how to handle it.
nerd!jihoon who pauses for just a second, like heâs still processing how turned on you areâhow his touch alone got you dripping like this. his middle finger presses right against your clit, and he flicks it side to sideâfast as hell, like too fastâand your hips jerk up into him, a soft whimper slipping out. his middle finger dips into your pussy first, just enough to feel the wetness gather on his fingertip, the way you swallow around him makes his breath hitch.
itâs like heâs testing what gets you going, what makes your thighs tremble, and god, does he know how to read your body. every gasp, every time your breath hitches, he switches it upâkeeps you on edge.
he presses his middle finger deep suddenly, really deep, until youâre arching into him, your body reacting instantly to the way he knows how to hit that spot. his finger curls inside you, pushing hard, making you gasp like heâs punching the air from your lungs. heâs watching you, eyes glued to the way your hips move, like heâs trying to memorize how to make you react like this again.
"hold still," he mutters, and when you donât, when you try to squirm because itâs too much too fast, he forces your legs open with his, his thighs pressing yours apart. âdonât... close them. i need toââ his breath catches when he adds a second finger, stretching you just enough to make your pussy clench tight around him, making your thighs shake. he presses them deep, so deep you feel the pressure low in your belly, but itâs when he starts to pull them out, flicking them up against your clit as he does it, that you lose it.
âoh fuck,â you gasp, back arching, and jihoonâs watching you so damn closely, taking mental notes on every single reaction you give him.
âso... wet. why? hm?â he whispers, like he canât believe it, his voice shy but breathy, like heâs talking more to himself than you. his fingers slide out, slick with your cum, and without even thinking, he spits right on themâmixing the spit with the dripping wetness already covering his fingers. the sound is obscene, the slick noise of him fingering you only getting louder, wetter, messier.
and then, he adjusts.
âcâmere,â he says, voice a little rougher now, guiding you to sit between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. you can feel how hard his cock is, twitching against your ass as you settle between his thighs. his legs spread yours open, holding you wide as he slides his hand back down to your dripping pussy, his fingers diving back in like they belong there.
he uses his middle finger againâalways that oneâsliding it in deep, heâs too focused on you, too addicted to the way you moan when he pushes his fingers deeper. his legs wrap around yours, holding them wide open, âcause youâre so damn close to squeezing them shut. his voice comes out soft, right in your ear. âyouâre soâfuck, so into this. just my fingers?â
he canât believe it, canât wrap his head around how crazy youâre going just from thisâeven though heâs making you drip all over his hand. but it only impulses him on. his fingers flick against your clit again, fast, precise, like heâs playing an instrument heâs mastered. your body jerks, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing, cum practically coating his fingers now. he slides them deep again, harder this time, pushing you into the bed so hard your hips are practically pinned down.
âyou like that?â he asks, voice shaky, but heâs so into it. holding you open like heâs afraid youâll try to close your legs.
his fingers are everywhereâinside you, rubbing, pressing, flicking.
âfuckâjihoon,â you moan, words tumbling out of you like you canât control them, and his breath catches again. his fingers move faster, slick sounds filling the room as he alternates between pressing deep inside you and flicking your clit, over and over again, until youâre a complete mess in his arms.
âyouâreâfuckâyouâre gonna make me say something stupid,â you gasp out, barely holding onto any coherent thought, and he lets out a soft, shy laugh, like he knows exactly what you mean.
nerd!jihoon who's lost in the rhythm heâs created, only pushes harder, fingers still dancing between your thighs as he chases that soundâthat sweet, desperate gasp that makes his heart race. âi think i can handle it,â he teases, but heâs definitely not prepared for the way you arch your back, pushing harder against him as your breath gets quicker, sharper.
âjihoon, please,â you whimper, the words spilling out like theyâre a prayer. your body is begging for somethingâanythingâmore, but heâs holding you right at the edge, fingers moving so fast youâre pretty sure your brain is short-circuiting.
he seems to realize just how close you are. he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, âcan youâcan you come for me? just from this?â thereâs a softness in his voice, but the way he asks it is so demanding, and you canât help but nod.
âyesâyes!â you manage to breathe out, and thatâs all the encouragement he needs.
âjust let go. i got you.â itâs like the words unlock something inside you, and before you even realize it, that sweet ache intensifying.
nerd!jihoon who lets out a soft chuckle, shaky as hell, but damn if he doesnât sound proud. his fingers donât slow down though. his middle finger presses even deeper, practically curling up into the g'spot inside you that makes you pass out for a second, and you gasp so loud youâre sure anyone passing by your dorm would hear it.
âjihoonâfuck, right there!â you groan, and he hones in on that spot like heâs taking thoughtful reminders.
he bites his lip, watching the way your hips roll into his hand, how wet you are, cum dripping down his fingers like heâs proud of the mess youâre making. âi didnât know youâd be⌠this into it,â he whispers, and that just makes your head spin more.
this guy. so shy but so fucking good at what heâs doing to you.
âjihoon, iâm gonnaâoh my god!â you try to warn him, but he cuts you off.
âi know, just let go,â he encourages, voice softer now, almost reverent, as if heâs treating this moment like something sacred. his fingers slide back up to your clit
this is it. his eyes widen a little, and you can feel the way his heart races against your back. every flick against your clit sends a convulsion through your body.
you dissolve into a broken gasp, your hips moving against his hand instinctively as he works you toward that peak. please, please, just let me come.
and when he adds just a little more pressure, itâs like your whole body torches. you cum and cum, your body arching against him. âjihoon, fuck!â you cry out, a high-pitched gasp that fills the air as you feel everything shatter, your body clenching tightly around his fingers that they almost slip out.
nerd!jihoon who watches you, completely captivated, the way your body reacts, the way youâre lost in it. he doesnât stop, though; no, he keeps moving, fingers working through your orgasm, gentle however persistent, making sure you feel every bit of that pleasure. heâs fascinated, eyes wide as he takes in the globs of cum covering his fingers, the slickness that only grows thicker the more he works you.
âjihoon, waitâŚâ you manage to murmur, half-laughing, half-breathless. âs-sensitive.â
you melt on his chest, catching your breath, as his hand cups your pussy again, letting 'you' rest.
âthat wasâhow do you even know how to do that?â itâs a genuine question, and you canât help but admire him, the way heâs panting lightly, his cheeks flushed.
he chuckles nervously, looking away for a moment, then back at you shyly. âi mean⌠i just pay attention? itâs like⌠figuring out the math of it all, but way more fun.â his eyes sparkle, and you canât help but laugh, shaking your head at how nerdy he is, even in these moments.
âwell, you know what they say about nerds,â you wink, reaching out to play with the ends of his shirt. âthey can be really good atââ
âokay, stop,â he laughs, cutting you off.
âso, um⌠can i, like, do that again sometime?â he asks, his tone shifting to something softer, almost hopeful, and the way he looks at you makes your heart flutter.
âabsolutely,â you say with a grin, leaning in to give him a quick peck, your bodies still tangled together.
âhow about we switch positions next time? i think i could make you scream even louder.â he teases, but his red cheeks don't lie.
you freeze at his words, heart racing as you process what he just said. heâs learned way too quickly, âwhich one are you talking about?â you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice, even though your cheeks are flushed too.
âany one you want,â he replies, a in a shyly-confident smirk on his face. âiâm a quick study when it comes to this kind of stuff.â he smiles wider. âjust tell me what you like, and iâll make sure i learn it.â
you canât help but laugh. âoh, is that so? you think you can handle it?â
âabsolutely,â he says, hugging your body to him. âjust say the word, and iâll show you just how good i can get.â
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DIET PEPSI (R+18)
TEASER.
HEESEUNG plays the part well. He's got the looks and demeanor of the classic fuckboy, so nobody suspected a thing. Until you.
TAGS. university au, one-shot w 8.9k, fem reader, completely consensual, featuring sunghoon
đ§ ⎠⸠â DIET PEPSI by addison rae.
"Who's the cute guy in the leather jacket with a slight accent? I heard his name starts with an H."
"Him? That's Lee Heeseung. He majors in game design."
You raised your eyebrows in mild interest. Looking at him from afar, he didn't seem to be the type to major in something geeky like game design.
"So he's a nerd."
"Who gets bitches," Sunghoon downs a shot from the bar, subtly shaking his head. He looks at his outfit, then at Heeseung's, and this time, he shakes his head more obviously. "God, I hate him. He's in my programming class."
"How could you hate him? I mean, I totally get it. He's hot, but he's also passionate about something that isn't Elon Musk, or crypto." You say, shot glass hovering over your lips. You continue to stare, cautious as to not get caught, but at the same time, you wanted him to notice you staring.
"How would you know if he isn't passionate about Elon Musk or crypto? Every guy on Earth likes either one by default. It's just universal..." Sunghoon started to drone on about something, but you weren't paying much attention to hear all of it. You were too busy swooning over the way Heeseung laughs, teeth all pearly white. Your heart might have started beating a little faster.
Sunghoon looks at you, looks at Heeseung again, and rolls his eyes. "Jesus you're into him. YN, he's obviously a fuckboy. Which is worse in nerd world."
You tilt your head to the side. "Sounds like jealousy to me."
"I'm not jealous of him," Sunghoon clarifies. "I just don't get it. He's got this bad boy thing going on and it works for him, but when it's a goody-two-shoes nerd, the guy isn't..."
"Gonna get any."
"I didn't say--I'm a hopeless romantic, which is completely different. I don't get any... by choice!" Sunghoon gestured to himself, beige dress shirt clad with a dorky bowtie, tucked in his darker brown slacks held up by suspenders. For a Software Engineering major, he sure breaks the stereotype. Somehow in a worse way.
"Sunghoon, you went to a bar. Dressed like that. That's telling all the girls, 'Stay away if you don't know Shakespeare!'"
"Wrong. I'm trying to attract all the pretty English majors that could pass by--"
"At a bar."
"My point still stands."
"You do know your meet-cute with an English major won't happen in a bar, right?"
"Why not? You're an English major."
You squinted your eyes at his statement.
Sunghoon and you have been friends since highschool. You didn't really think there was anything beyond being friends between the two of you.
Is the attraction there? You're not entirely sure. But fondness is what you would have used to describe what you feel for Sunghoon. Not attraction.
"I knew it, you've been in love with me all this time--" You fake gasp.
"What? No!" Sunghoon fake gags. "I just meant that you're in a bar right now. Who's to say no other English majors come here?"
"I'm the exception Romeo-wannabe. I'm only here for a character study." You finally down your own shot, working up the courage to come up to leather jacket cutie yourself.
"You're gonna be writing about red flag dudes? Seriously?"
"My Creative Writing class professor reads a lot of Colleen Hoover. That's why."
"You don't even like Colleen Hoover."
"Yeah I don't. I do it for the grade."
"This is the failure of humanity. I feel sorry for you," Sunghoon tsks, and gestures to Heeseung again. "So what are you gonna do? Talk to him like some kind of weirdo?"
"What-hey! I'm pretty enough to get guys interested!"
"Yeah, but you're gonna be talking, so that's gonna go downhill from there. Boys like Heeseung will find you intimidating. I do not."
"You're such a pick me--"
"You picked me!"
"Only because you have more than five braincells."
The banter went back and forth for sometime, until you see a girl come up to Heeseung, looking a little annoyed.
You pat Sunghoon's arm, eyeing the two. He turns to where you were looking, and just as he did, Heeseung gets slapped right across his face.
"And the study, begins."
Boy, are you excited to get to know this guy.
Little did you know, you'd do a little more than getting to know him. Literally.
prolly some time mid november lol xoxo vera
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IN A WORLD FULL OF BOYS, HEâS A GENTLEMAN ! | TOM BLYTH
PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
SUMMARY. despite being in a world filled of childish boys, your boyfriend was definitely a gentleman, always putting you before him
AUTHORS NOTE. the third installment because we love tom blyth and yn avocot. I recommend reading part 1 and 2 for more context!
tomblyth âbabe, do you think weâre together in every universe?â is that even a question?
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ynuser stoppp i didnât know youd actually take the question seriously
user1 get you a man like tom blyth bc oh my god
user2 idk what yn did to manifest him but i need her ways
user3 ugh idk what heâs doing with her lol he could do so much better
⼠user4 well someone had to say it..
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You didnât understand how some people on the internet can be so . . . mean. Although there have been countless of fans cheering you and Tom on, it didnât make it any less hurtful that there were still a ton who werenât scared to be open about how much your boyfriend could do better.
Itâs ironic; you think. Theyâre claiming theyâre looking out for Tom, yet totally disregarding him and his girlfriend as human beings? Those werenât real fans.
The reason for them hating you so much? Just for simply being with Tom. Everybody wanted him, that was your crime.
Everytime you got lost in your thoughts about this topic, Tom knew. Boyfriend instincts, he called them, but really, he was just a caring and observant person.
You tried not to break down over it, you really did, but a girl could only go on for so long before it all bursts out. Luckily, Tom pulls you right in, telling you to let it all out.
Although the world was filled with childish and hurtful beings, Tom Blyth was still who he was, a gentleman, attending to your every needs.
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tomblyth really dgaf if you like my girlfriend or not cause i do and thatâs all that matters
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user5 im cryinf the polaroid he has of her
user6 YES REAL MEN STAND UP FOR THEIR GFS
user7 ALL THE PICS HE HAS OF HER đĽšđĽš
tomblythswife oh to be yn avocot and be loved by tom blyth
rachelzegler tell âem đ
user8 she doesnât even comment on the posts he makes abt her, so self centered lol
⼠ynuser Iâm right next to him rn?? cant say the same thing about you âlolâ
⼠user9 OH SHE ATE YOU UP @/user8
tomblyth_daily here are some clips of tom talking about his relationship in his new interview! GET YOU A MAN THATS LIKE TOM BLYTH đŁď¸đŁď¸đŁď¸
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user10 the way heâs so passionate when talking about her and being a good boyfriend, God I hate being single
user11 âtheyâre not even that cuteâ STFU AND GO WATCH THIS INTERVIEW CAUSE ??
user12 tom blyth said put aside your nonchalant attitudes, im looking at YOU MEN đŤľđŤľ
ilovetomblyth heâs so boyfriend it actually hurts
user13 yn mustâve saved a continent in her past life to be dating tom blyth omg
ynuser girls, before you have a meltdown over a boy: think of what balleona laurent would do. kiss and manipulate coriolanus!
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tomblyth you kiss and manipulate me too
⼠ynuser youâre gonna get me CANCELLED
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user15 if i were her id post a tiktok with that audio âhe chose me he donât want youâ
iloveyn SHES SO FUNNY
lionsgate us when behind the scenes photo of balleona đť
⼠user16 lmao stop whoâs the admin of lionsgate
user17 balleona is such a bad person but oh is she hot
tomblyth she was like a shot of espresso
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ynuser i love u more than words can describe blyth
user18 ok whoâs cutting onions
user19 GIRLS, GUYS, THEY THEMS, STOP SETTLING FOR BARE MINIMUM WHEN TOM BLYTH LITERALLY CALLED HIS GF A SHOT OF ESPRESSO, GIVES HER FLOWERS EVERYDAY, AND TALKS ABT HER ALL THE TIME IN HIS INTERVIEWS
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rachelzegler my favorites
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joshandresrivera on top of u maybe
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SMILE, YOU'RE ON CAMERA. | YUUTA OKKOTSU.
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđ â synopsis. when taking care of your university finances proves troublesome, the universe grants you your very own savior. but itâs gonna cost you.
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđ â cw. smut, college au!yuuta / bimbo reader (obvi), filming, lots of porn references⌠a lot, virginity loss, praise, oral n fingering, slight obsession, pussydrunk yuuta, unprotected love making, yuutaâs rich and unsettling. mdni <3
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđ â word count. 5.3k
đ˛ ࣪ââĄđ â dolled up! omg, yuuta? i meant to have this out a few weeks ago but got caught in a little writing slump :( nevertheless, hereâs to a new year and a new fic! yuutaâs been slowly creeping his way up my favs list , tehe !! as always, please reblog / comment if you enjoyed this , itâll fill me with joy. thank u âĄ
youâre a pornstar.
albeit, an amateur one with heaps to learn regarding the ruthless industry, but the weight still stands.
the details in which you came to the jarring conclusion were muddled with the convoluted steps that it took for you to get there, murky in your bubblegum-filled mind. all you knew was that yuuta okkotsu was a force, a gentle one, to be reckoned with.
it mustâve played out once you returned to your campus dorm beyond the dusk of midnight, under an unmitigating fatigue from the twelve hour waitressing shift just prior. through abhorrent patrons and the lack of a spendable paycheck, the excruciatingly long night barely made you enough money to even think about buying those dollish pumps youâve been yearning for. how cruel.
in between working and haphazardly handing your earnings over to university fees and textbooks, you just couldnât seem to make ends meet.
you would curse the day you took it upon yourself to branch away financially from your parents under the guise of growing up, since now itâd be a blessing to have even a cellphone bill paid off. whatever the issue seemed to be, lady luck was truly never bothered enough to be on your side.
fortunately for you, though, it was that same arduous night, you had been huddled against your stuffed animals in bed, mindlessly scrolling through the various social media apps on your phone; switching from sites like instagram and twitter to youtube then right back to instagram all over again, only to be met with an offer dusted in pink glitter that caught your eye as if it were made for you.
âstars needed â will pay upfront.â
it was a shoddy story post, one that could be clicked past and forgotten forever â yet, a brisk reminder of your situation in the form of borrowed, used textbooks with pages missing or vandalized, and todayâs horoscope that said to take risks; you did exactly that, aiming a swipe up that would ultimately rid you of the worries of yesterday.
there were no reasons as to why you couldnât be a star. certainly, you had the face for it, and you were told by multiple charmers that you were beyond beguiling to get anything you could ever ask for. what dismay could possibly unfold from contacting .. yuuta okkotsu .. about his offer?
hm, thatâs funny. the name rang familiarity as it seeded in your mind.
must be one of yuujiâs friends.
itadori yuuji, your best friend of three years now. out of all the time youâd spent together, you came to realize that he could get along with anyone, despite their true intentions. he spoke highly of his friends as well, which earned him a sacred spot in your heart that couldnât be replaced by anyone.
itadori had briefly mentioned in a ramen-fueled frenzy that one of his peers were âso insanely talentedâ and that youâd definitely get on with him. but when you asked for validity on that vague claim, all yuuji seemed to respond with was a mere âjust meet him, youâll see.â
from your recollection, the acquaintance he was boasting about, as if it was his own personal victory, was none other than your yuuta okkotsu. he was meek, stuck to a close-knit friend group consisting of maki and toge from your physics class, and the one time you ever spoke to him was to ask about yuujiâs whereabouts, to which he responded that he went back to his dorm after gojo-senseiâs lecture.
he seemed, normal. average, even. that surely had to be the case since your memory was hazy on his being otherwise.
it was true, though, yuuta was gifted. in a way that transcended words, skillful towards visual aesthetics, and careful with the craft. he would spend most of his freetime fumbling with a camera or recording the works of the mundane. overtly, heâd grown such a strong passion in the field of videography in hopes to capture the reality of humanity, the authenticity within intimacy â what could he possibly need a âstarâ for?
shadiness aside, you were in a tough spot, willing to do whatever to free yourself from the financial burden that was jujutsu technical university. with a swift swipe in tandem with the soft tapping of the pads of your thumbs on the keyboard, you were taking yuuta up on his offer.
within seconds, he responded back with his address and an appropriate meet-up date to start the project.
if only you were aware of how drastically your life would change from here on out.
a cluster of days had passed since you last got into contact with yuuta. he had told you to meet him at his place, claiming it would be more efficient than traveling to an unnamed destination with pounds of heavy photography equipment.
where you stood currently, was in front of the bare oak of his front door, hand wrapped in a loose fist as you knocked gently on the wood. a quick moment had passed by before you took initiative to raise your fist and knock once more. before your touch could meet the wood, a muffled âcoming!â chimed beyond the door. from what you had heard on the other side; the scuttling behind the door and jingle of the lock, yuuta had opened the door soon after.
with his hand rubbing away the goosebumps that stood at the back of his neck, he beamed. cordially, warmly.
âyouâre actually here. hi,â
upon first glance, yuuta had a distinct look. he stood tall, not tall enough to matter or incite intimidation, and although he wore a black button-up (a bit formal for an occasion as casual as today), his lean build shone through under the thin fabric, ripples of veins dancing up his forearms. what you couldnât miss, however, were the grey eyebags under his emotionless navy orbs, as if heâd forgone weeks of sleep.
yuuta okkotsu was unsettling.
âhi,â your voice sounded as a sweet croon, dulcet enough that you could barely hear it yourself as it escaped in a breathy breeze. his smile grew softer in response, that monotonous gaze in his eyes fizzling away into something of serenity. âcome in, please,â yuuta held the door open wider for you to tread past, caught up in observing the bunch of fabric that hugged tightly around your ass, then closed it gently behind you once you stepped completely inside. he silently cursed at himself for ogling â he truly didnât mean to stare. youâre just a lot prettier up close. âi was just getting set up. you can have a seat if youâd like.â
as youâd expect from any guy your age, his place wasnât much to gaze at, nor did it have much personality. in a corner to your right was a houseplant, that of the fern variety, and a few steps deeper into the abode was the living room, where yuuta resumed his fumbling with the transfiguration of his tripod.
you decided to sit on the couch across from him, taking in the bleak sight of his home. you would have almost believed it was unlived in had it not been for the scattered midterm review papers decorating his coffee table. it was obvious he had money from the endless rows of space that surrounded the two of you, although a candle or something would be nice.
he peered away from his tripod to look through the viewfinder of his camera, ensuring that the lens was functioning properly. he grew pleased to see the image of you distracted in fiddling with your thumbs reflected back at him. âare you nervous?â his gaze fell upon you through his own eyes, a concerned expression harboring his features.
you were pulled out of your muse of unfamiliarity to direct your attention to the sound of his mild voice, returning a smile to his that eased the worriment trapped behind dull, blue eyes. ân-not really, i donât think.â
his lips curled up once more at that, in fact there wasnât a time so far that you hadnât noticed him without his signature smile. âhere, let me help with that,â reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone, tapping away at the screen before ultimately turning it back off and settling it back into its place in his pocket.
your phone vibrated beside you, screen lighting up with a bold alert.
[YUUTA OKKOTSU SENT $1000]
before you had a chance to even process the significance of the notification, he started back up,
âi hope i got the right information, wouldnât want your hard work to get in the wrong hands.â the tilt of his head in tandem with a chuckle resonated sheepishly, and he returned to watch you through his camera lens.
he was right. the money did soothe your nerves.
âiâve barely done anything yet.â a ditzy giggle followed soon after your sentence, a sound that yuuta couldnât possibly ignore. you were already starting to pull at his heartstrings.
âand youâve done it so perfectly,â his praise left you flustered in that moment and you bit down softly on your lower lip to keep your smile at bay. âthank you, yuuta.â
you wouldâve never guessed that your introverted classmate had enough experience in him to be such a flirt, or have your cheeks heating up with fervid affection, no less. but maybe yuuta was just like that; maybe this had been natural.
âno, thank you.â his thumb hovered over the record button just as his eyes met your gaze over the brim of the camera. âwould you like to start now?â
he took the nod of your head as confirmation to press the record button, finally getting started with the project.
you blinked blankly at him as he tilted his head and flashed a warmhearted grin. âhow old are you?â was his first question. he had asked while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. as he did so, you took notice of the silver ring donned around his finger.
he couldnât have been married, no?
keeping your answer as vague as possible for the sake of matching his comforting warmth, you responded, âtwenty-something.â he let out a satisfied huff of air as he nodded and moved onto his next query.
âand whatâs your major?â
with the question barely having enough time to linger in the suggestively tense air, he added, âyouâre very beautiful, by the way. do you mind taking your dress off for me?â
as much as it shouldâve alarmed you, you were swayed by his toothachingly inviting timbre, its gentleness pulling compliancy from you in a matter of a few mere words. you only shook your head, forgoing the short piece of fabric that clung to each curve and dip of your body while your nipples hardened under the glacial, artificial breeze of his home. once the silk pooled at your hips, that, along with your panties were dropped onto the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable under the camera â and yuutaâs watchful eye.
he swallowed thickly at the sight, remaining as respectful as he could despite the monster growing in his pants; his eyes locked right back onto yours as if heâd get striked down for moving them even a millimeter south. âare you a virgin?â he queried, opting to move his hand from awkwardly at his side to fidgeting with the button at his shirt, ultimately undoing it and revealing another inch of skin at his heated chest.
from the nature of what you had signed yourself up for, you were hesitant to answer his question. of course you needed experience to be a star, and with you lacking the preconceived ability, you could kiss your $1000 goodbye..
yet he looked at you with an expectant gaze. no traces of malice in his eyes or frustration from your quick witted silence, but merely, with patience. and in that moment you couldnât find it within yourself to lie.
âi am,â out of shame, you curled in on yourself, hoping that the sofa would engulf you, and your feelings, crossing your arms over your bare chest as if itâd create a wall of privacy behind your own humiliation. âis that okay?â
yuutaâs being only grew warmer at the response, you figured heâd be hot to the touch by now, from searing pleasure or unshakeable cordiality, you wouldnât know. âyeah, thatâs okay,â it came out breathier than he wouldâve liked, a telltale sign of his aching desire. âthatâs more than okay.â
truth be told, he had never met anyone as enchanting as you. you looked up at him with such trust in your eyes that it daunted him â fear that the assurance he wielded from you would shatter beneath him, and heâd be drowning. in a sea of his own wistfulness. now that he had you, he couldnât let you go.
you were on to make a breathtaking star.
now feeling less coy than before, you relaxed your head into the palm of yuutaâs hand. you hadnât noticed how long heâd been stroking at your cheek, or when he closed the vexing proximity between the two of you, all that mattered in that moment was the roll of his gentle vocables flowing through your ears and the thumb of his that graciously caressed your cheek.
you came to realize that he was much more handsome this way as your eyes toured his own, then down to the sliver of sweat-sheened skin peeking from underneath the black veil of his shirt, then down to hisâŚ
heâs so fucking hard.
confined against his slacks was his cock that leaked an ample amount even while it was untouched. you could make out its silhouette, something girthy, perhaps heavy, but nothing like youâd expect from yuuta. uncharacteristically huge.
âyuuta.â you whispered, mainly to yourself, as your mouth began to water at the sight, and his cheeks dusted pink once he realized what you were fixated upon.
âdo you wanna,â he started up but faltered soon after when your lidded gaze flitted back up towards his. never had he felt so weak before, it was as if youâd casted a spell on him. âdo you maybe want toââ he paused to avert his own gaze and embarrassment. ââput it in your mouth?â
he couldâve sworn he heard the increase of his heartbeat in his ears when you crinkled your brows, pretty face forming into an even prettier pout.
âbut iâve neverââ
he stopped you before you could start, interjecting his own voice of reassurance.
âitâs okay. iâll guide you,â taking his camera off its stand and moving the rest of the configuration elsewhere, he held it in one hand to better capture the scene unfolding before him. âjust try your best for me, okay?â
âokay.â when he returned your concern with a small smile, you took it upon yourself to undo the arrangement of his pants, carefully hooking your finger into the elastic waistband of his briefs and pulling down just enough for his length to spring free.
for what felt like minutes, you marveled at his sheer size, wondering how anyone of his nature could possibly be hiding something like that. it curved upwards with a prominent vein or two running up the underside while it continued to leak, so much so, that you had to collect it all at the tip with your finger.
the tip? flushed the prettiest pink youâd ever witnessed and was as bulbous as it was mushroomed, you knew youâd have a bit of difficulty trying to fit into your mouth. it seemed to twitch under the fanning of your breath to which yuuta let out a whine of pure impatience.
âcan i..?â your words trailed off when you involuntarily found yourself pressing chaste kisses along the length of his cock until they met with his sticky tip; a recreated scene from the various porn videos youâd seen. the sensation sent a jolt of palpable pleasure through his being, yuutaâs dark hair curtaining over his eyes while he made a damn good attempt at silencing his moans, with his teeth sunken into his bottom lip.
your eyes kept watch at his wavering expression while you wrapped your hand at the base of his length and began to pump slowly, yet another thing you had learned through the fascinating world of porn.
âsuck it,â it was clear to you that yuuta had grown desirously impatient from your teasing, looking down at you with a hint of hunger in his beautiful orbs. âplease?â
you took his words as an incentive to finally give him what heâs been leaking for, wrapping gloss-sheened lips around the thick inches of his tip, accommodating for the stretch with a dulcet whine that reverberated deeply within him. had you not been caught up in building the gradual bob of your head, he wouldâve kissed you, left you with smeared lips and a tongue that ached for only him upon seeing the sinful sight of innocent eyes fixated on his own. youâre beautiful. truly, to die for.
caught all on tape to be watched over and over again.
at the bliss, yuutaâs lip parted open, alotting for a slur of groans turned whimpers to tumble past. âyou- youâre already doing, so good.â he praises, the words floating on his breath. his free hand finds itself back at your face, thumbing the warmth of your hallowed cheek while he captured the moment behind his lens. once you came to a comfortable rhythm, you couldnât stop yourself from dipping your fingers between your thighs to ease the evergrowing ache in your core. in fact, youâd been like this since the moment yuuta spoke a word to you, lightheaded and malleable â what heâs beginning to love most about you.
your digits collected slick at your entrance, the immeasurable amount of essence that youâd pool providing ample leeway for you to sink three fingers inside, pumping at the same rhythm in which youâre sucking yuuta. soft fingertips curling against your gummy walls werenât enough, though, and when he had caught notice of your weakening resolve, his hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth.
âsorry, âm sorry,â he began, with a choked moan. âjust- so close, so fucking close. c-can you take me in deeper?â
the hum of assurance that sounded from you sent vibrations coursing through his cock, from tip to base. had you not been preoccupied with chasing your own high, you wouldâve missed the pitchy moan he let out just after. with your palm now pressed up against your clit while you worked in tandem to pleasure the nub and your greedy hole, you attempted to swallow another stubborn inch of him.
simultaneous with the bobbing of your head, he matched your pace, abdomen flexing when the white-hot pleasure became too much and he could feel it in his ears. he wanted so badly to throw his head back, completely lose himself in bliss, but he had a job to do. he wouldnât dare let the sight of your glassy lidded eyes and glossy lips struggling to wrap themselves around the stretch of his dick go unfilmed, unseen.
as his tip continued to prod the back of your throat and your fingers aided you in relieving the discomfort from your cunt, you found yourself just dangling off the dangerous edge of your release, strokes away from making a mess â and yuuta did too.
it wasnât long until his head started spinning, legs got weaker, and his core coiled tighter; all the signs of a mindblowing orgasm, and blew his mind, you did. âbaby- y/n, if you keep doing that- i might cum.â what he was referring to was the way you fondled his balls in the warmth of your soft hands, yet another trick you had learned from porn. âi donât wanna cum in your mouth but if youâ,â
a jumbled slew of curses flowed from his lips as he did the inevitable, shot his load deep down your throat, gently thrusting his cock in shallow strokes to jettison every last remaining drop. the taste on your tongue was nothing like youâd be warned of before. yuuta wasnât bitter, he went down easy.
hell, youâd use his cum as a condiment for desserts if you could.
in a matter of moments, your own high had washed over you like cold water over a heated body, much needed and refreshing. once he hesitantly pulled out from the heat of your mouth, cock still hard and twitching for more, he gently pushed back strands of loose hair behind your ear.
âcan i see?â
you held out your cream-slickened fingers, sopping with your juices as yuuta proceeded to catch how they dripped on camera. he then took your palm, with the cadence of a knight kissing the back of a princessâs hand, and slipped the soiled digits into his mouth. his tongue lavved around your index and middle fingers while he hummed satisfactorily at your taste. âyouâre just as sweet as i imagined.â he smiled, finding amusement in your post-orgasmic, dazed state.
âdo you do this with a lot of other girls, yuuta?â you queried, taking the time to scan your eyes over his face. it was as if he seemed to get more attractive as your time with him went on. he tilted his head slightly, finding your question endearing. âyouâre my first, actually.â yuuta responded softly, as if his normal speaking voice would be too heavy on your delicate ears.
you jumped at the chance to tease him as he did you, placing your thumb back over the slit of his hard-on and lightly rubbing; which resonated within yuuta as a tonal mewl. a little smile pulled at your lips when you got your perfect reaction. âcan you be my first?â
âiâd love to be,â he took your request with unadulterated honor as if heâd been tasked by the deities above to serve you. âjust- just lay back for me. i promise iâll take good care of you.â
and that you did; conforming to his call of request with such compliance it made his heart swell. you had positioned your body to rest languidly against the seat of the sofa, shaky legs hesitant to spread fully while your hand roamed up your sternum to find solace in kneading your tits.
he couldnât deny how beautiful you looked, laid out for him as such. how had he been so lucky to be the only one to have the opportunity to marvel at the scene? with a steady hand, he faintly trails his hand up the expanse of your inner thigh, a silent beckon for you to open your legs wider. involuntarily so, your body had accepted his presence and allowed for the spreading of your thighs.
what youâd come to notice with yuuta was that he was watchful, observant. he seemed to pick up on every detail, even the minuscule bits that were most likely to fly over anyone elseâs head, had been taken into account. itâs probably why heâs immensely proficient at what he does. not once had he allowed himself to miss the labored heaving of your chest, or the sheen of sweat thinly coating your body â the twitching of your clit when he stroked featherlight touches at the nub. he couldnât call himself a true cameraman then.
his fingers had collected remnants of your previous orgasm before they worked in tandem, both middle and ring, to prod at your sensitive hole, slowly sinking themselves in. it was almost embarrassing how quickly your greedy cunt swallowed him in, as if itâd been waiting for his touch for years now. ây-yuuta, âm still sensitive.â you crooned in response to his digits exploring your cavern, plush walls gripping him with such tautness that heâd found it difficult to even curl his fingers.
his own mind spun (and cock leaked) at the thought of that same warmth around his length, and when you called his name, all he could think about was how pretty youâd sound moaning it. he wouldnât mind if you were sonorous, if the neighbors would hear, if inumaki who lived downstairs would come knocking with a mouthful of complaints, if the whole world knew his name; because in that moment, yuuta okkotsu was yours.
yuuta okkotsu was in love.
after some shallow pumping, enough to have your legs attempting to enclose around his arm, yuuta had pulled his digits out and replaced the lost sensation with the fat tip of his cock stroking your slit up and down.
âiâm gonna put it in, okay? if you want me to stop, tell me. if i'm going too fast or slow, let me know.â
he perused your face for a hint of an answer, seemingly nothing going on behind your vacant, large eyes. your initial response was curt, an ode to the simplistic nature of your mind. âmhm.â
how endearing you were to him, just a unadorned reaction weakening his being, causing his heart to figuratively crumble within its confines against his ribcage. he had searched for a heartier answer, something tangible to hold on to, because, lord knows how terrible heâd feel if he took your indication the wrong way. âcan you be vocal for me, please?â
you nodded your head. âiâll let you know, yuuta.â
with a carefulness that only came from the most benign of beings, he had sunken the first inch of himself into your awaiting heat.
he was paused when your hand dashed to his lower abdomen, futilely pressing against the skin.
âwaitââ you huffed wantonly. âââs too big.â
his eyes wavered with concern, hidden under the veil of pure arousal. in yuutaâs case he had dreamed of a compliment as self fulfilling as yours, for his thoughts of being average were shattered upon first inch. âshould i stop?â
you shook your head, reveling in the light of his attentivity towards you and your body. âno,â you moved your hand from his abdomen. âdonât stop.â
one of his arms rested beside your head, helping to prop him up over your body while he dropped his head down to watch the way your bodies connected. gradually, the sight of his length slowly sinking inside, stretching you out further and further until he was in to the hilt flooded his vision. yuuta had caught on to your labored gasps, merely growing harder from your honeyed voice like music to his ears.
he then lifted his head, strands of inky, out-of-place tresses falling over his face and partially covering the depth of lingering eyes, that lingered for a second too long, causing that shuddering sensation you had once felt when you first met him to reappear. he held his camcorder beside his face, an all too cheerful grin masked over his features. âiâm all in!â
creepy.
there was no doubt that you hadnât felt full. he practically spilled over with how much girth he possessed and throbbed innately within your walls. the swell of your tummy from just how deep he was, was enough to tear away at his composure and drag his length back before driving his hips in at a force unrecognizable to him. the yelp you had let out from his eager thrust dwindled into a blissful moan. âsorry, so sorry.â he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the faultless assortment of breathtaking features that was your face, eyebrows creased together, parted lips and eyes squeezed closed as if youâd been focused solely on the pleasure he was giving you.
his next thrust stroked softer than its predecessor, having no remnants of eagerness but instead, the nuance of a man thatâd been simply smitten.
the meticulousness of his ministrations coursed through your body wondrously, each push and pull lathered in lust, savored to be remembered for the rest of his time on earth. it was as if heâd known your body for years, knew every dip and fold, every swell and mast, aware of what exactly it took to leave your body hungry for his touches.
youâd grown comfortable in the pace at which he set, your mind hazing over each time the blunt tip grazed along your gspot. he peppered kisses along your jaw and down your sternum, the fanning of his warm breath against your chest doing the minimum in stiffening the peaks of your breasts. shootable footage forgotten, yuuta took your mound into his mouth, teeth gently rolling against your nipple which caused you to tighten around his cock in response, the sweetest mewl heâs ever heard from you tumbling from your throat.
âat least take me on a date first, yuuta..â the wittiness of your voice had earned a stifled smile from him, finding utmost admiration in the suggestion. heâll be sure to take you up on your offer, just as you had done for him.
when you felt the familiar coil within you starting to build up once more, you dipped your hand down to rub at your clit in tandem with the increasing vigor of his strokes. the sensation was all too foreign to you, too pleasurable that you couldnât keep your sounds at bay. ââm so close, g-gonna cum!â you had warned, yuuta pulled away from your tit with a soft pop. he chose to rest his head at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, mindlessly chanting the words like a mantra.
âi love you, i love you,â his pace faltered, growing sloppier by the second. âlove you, love you so much.â
intoxicated by your heat, your scent, just you being you, and being so perfect â yuuta was pussydrunk. incredibly so. never in his life had he ever felt as high as you made him. you were an angel, sent to him from heaven, to defile and mark.
quickly, your release surged through you in torrents of ecstasy, nothing that youâve experienced before, coating yuutaâs cock in the glorious essence of you. âcumming!â you cry, to no avail particularly since yuuta wasnât wholeheartedly aware of the situation at hand. his mind was clouded with you, just as you were full of him, wincing in the aftershocks of your fervent orgasm and convulsing around his length with need.
it wasnât long before his own ununified thrusts came to a sudden close, signifying the warm spurts of cum painting your insides, filling you entirely to the brim and leaking down your ass from riding out his high.
âgod, i love you.â he whined, pressing faint kisses to your neck, unable to peel himself away from your fervid body. coming to your senses, his words finally resonated for you. âwe only just met.â
he pulled himself up, opting to look down at your flushed face with a vague hint of confusion on his face as he tilted his head. âhave we?â
âwe have.â you nodded.
to yuuta, heâs known you his whole life. you were the light of his existence, the fire in his heart. had he managed to confuse you with someone else? surely, that wasnât the case.
once he pulled out of you, he made sure to capture the moment that you leaked his seed on film, but in that time, borrowed jealousy had filled his soul. he couldnât share the tape as he had planned, no one else deserved to see you in the same way he did. no one.
he tucked himself back into his pants, leaving you bare and oozing for just one second to fetch a warm wet rag to clean you up with. when he came back, you noticed just how chipper heâd gotten, if that were even possible. âyou were amazing,â he smiled, gently wiping your folds pristine. âiâm so grateful you came to me.â the smile you returned matched his own, âthank you, you were- really good too.â
he perked up, eyes moving from between your thighs to your face. âreally?â and when you nodded to him, you could see the apparent relief flow within his being. âyou know,â he started. âiâm very interested in you.â
you tilt your head, jutting your lips in a cute pout. âinterested, how?â
the camcorder that now resided on his coffee table, unpresumebly documenting the scene on display was picked up by yuuta, and turned off. he grinned softly, eyes shutting from his ear to ear smile.
âmay i take you on a date?â
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What's a fanfiction?
"You wrote it, I think it's only right you get to experience it, babydoll"
Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: By mistake, you send Joel, your neighbor, your dadâs best friend, a fanfic you wrote, and when you go to his house to talk to him about it, your worst fear comes to life⌠and then your biggest dream.
Warnings: age-gap, he blackmails you (but youre very much into it) smut| oral sex (m receiving), facefucking, 1 lil threat of anal, p in v sex, creampie, sir kink, small little breeding kink moment, so much degradation, and a lil bit of praising.
a/n: i am aware this is not written very well, but i was thinking too much and then i remembered that at the end of the day i do this for fun and its not that serious, so please overlook all the shitty parts. love ya very much<3
Read.
Read-
He read it. He fucking read it and you're gonna jump off a cliff and die.
You swore- you fucking swore you sent it to Miley yesterday night. Right before you went to sleep, you finished writing it and sent to her- except obviously, that wasn't what had fucking happened.
You'd sent it to him
And now you needed to find a fucking solution.
__ __ __
God even knocking felt like torture,
"oh hi y/n" Sarah's smile was nothing like her dad's, it was all kindness and sweetness, while Joel's... well Joel's always had something strange lurking behind his.
"Hi Sarah" you forced your lips to mimic hers, although the nerves were making it difficult "Is your dad home? I kinda need to talk to him"
"mh-mh" she nodded, gesturing for you to come in "he's in his study upstairs"
You stepped into the house just as she crouched down to pick up a gym bag
"You know where that is right?" she asked "I'm late for practice, I gotta go"
You felt your heart drop as her words sank in.
She was going out- she would be leaving you alone with him, in his house, in his study-
But then again, considering what it was you were here to talk about, maybe it was for the best.
"Yeah, don't worry" you forced another smile
"great" she beamed "see you later then"
And just like that, she was out of the house, and you were sole in the middle of your neighbor's entrance.
__ __ __
Again, another knock that felt very much like a punch to the gut
"come in"
His voice was warm and strong like it always was, that same voice that made your panties dampen just at the thought of it.
"H-hey Mr. Miller" you swallowed thickly, pushing open the door as if an army of zombies waited on the other side
"Darlin'" he nodded at you from behind his wooden desk, a hint of a grin shadowing his lips
Darlin'
Darlin'
God this fucking man
"h-hey" you said again, cursing internally while you tried remembering why you were even there.
Oh, right. Just about the most awkward thing ever.
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, making the hair at the nape of your neck stand.
"Whatcha doing here, doll?"
You felt heat rush to your cheeks, and then you felt your eyes fall to the floor as your hands fiddled with the edge of your skirt.
The skirt you purposely wore to come here- for him-
god what a stupid fucking-
"Thatta real pretty skirt you got on"
Your eyes snapped up to him, but he took his time glancing away from your legs.
"Oh- I- thank you" you murmured
"Jus' call 'em like I see 'em, darlin'" he shrugged, leaning back into his chair "Now's that all you came here for? To show me your new pretty skirt?"
"n-no" you rushed in to say, perhaps too quickly to be fully believable "I came here because I- uhm" You bit your bottom lip, the nervous fiddling starting back up again
"I ain't gonna bite babydoll"
Fuck- at this rate your panties would start melting.
"last night-" you gulped "I kinda- I... well I sent you something by mistake"
"ah" he hummed, raising his brows as he clicked on something on the laptop next to him "I gotta say, issa real... interesting story this one"
No-
NO
Fuck my life and everything ever in the existence of the universe fuckfuckfuck-
"who's..." he trailed off, reading off his screen "Javier?"
Your lungs had turned to stone and your mind to dust.
This couldn't be really happening, no, I mean, even if he'd read it for some reason he surely wouldn't be... taunting you for it.
"Mr. Miller-"
"real lucky guy" he said, his lips twitching into a soft smirk as he looked at you curiously "You brought him home to meet your daddy yet?"
"n-no" you stuttered, your mind a big ashamed mess and your whole body frozen like a statue "n-no he's not... real"
You watched his brows come together in confusion.
"what's that mean he ain't real?"
A shaky sigh fled your lips as you surrendered to your fate
"He's a character... f-from a tv show"
He remained silent, and as comfortable with silence as you were it was a different kind of story when Joel Miller was staring at you... so you talked again.
"T-that's a fanfiction, I- I write them sometimes, it's... fun"
His eyes searched yours for answers, faint amusement sparking in the back of his irises.
"what's a fanfiction, doll?"
Death wasn't such a scary thing after all- yeah it sure as hell was a better alternative to this.
"It's a... made-up story, that people- that I- sometimes write about fictional characters I like- a-and then I post it for p-people to read"
"And this Javier..."
"Narcos" you blurted out "H-he's from the show Narcos, he's not real"
His mouth twitched into a subtle smile, his eyes raking all over your body as if he was checking to see if it was really you in front of him
"I've seen that show" he said, his brow raising "Ain't he a bit old for you, babydoll?"
"Y-yes well- I-I-"
But you had no excuse for that, you could never tell him the truth, about how much you liked older men... about all the celebrity crushes double your age- so you just bit your lip, looking down at the floor.
The noise of his chair creaking as he got up made your heart skip a beat, but it stopped completely only when you heard him step closer to you... until he was right before you.
The only thing you could see were the socks covering his feet, and part of his black jeans- you didn't have it in you to actually look at him, to see him laughing at you, but you had no other choice when two of his fingers pulled your chin up.
"so you sit in your room, imagining this old man doin' all this stuff to you, and then you write it down?" he spoke, his beautiful mouth so very close to you "And here I was thinkin' you were a good little girl"
Your breath caught in your throat at those words, and he... yeah he definitely noticed.
"Please don't tell my dad"
"well I don't know" he moved some hair from your face, "I think this is somethin' your daddy ought to know"
a well of fear dipped into your belly, your eyes widening
"n-no please" you begged "Please Mr. Miller don't, I'll do anything- anything at all"
"oh sweetie" he cooed, "that ain't somethin' you can tell a man, especially not after he's read all the dirty things you fantasize about in your pretty little head"
"Mr Miller-" you bit your lip
"Mr Miller?" he repeated, looking down at you like you were the smallest little creature in the world "That ain't what you were calling Javi now, was it?"
A small, almost imperceptible gasp left your mouth.
He couldn't be saying... no right?- except...
"Joel-"
"that ain't it either" he shook his head, his thumb tracing the shape of your lower lip "you know what it is babygirl"
Either you were gonna make a fool of yourself, or this really was what he wanted.
"S-sir"
The slightest, most feline smirk pulled at his lips in satisfaction "thatta girl" he murmured "you don't want your dad to know what a dirty lil' girl his daughter really is?"
His breath was fanning on your mouth, and his touch was making your legs turn to jelly.
"n-no" you shook your head almost imperceptibly
"no?" he asked again, just to see you squirm, just to savor this moment for a little bit more.
"no sir"
He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat, his eyes looking into yours, memorizing every inch of your face, of the anxiety, the ardor, the plead in your expression.
"then get on your knees"
Your eyes widened in shock, the air going up your throat suddenly getting stuck
"w-wha-"
"what?" he asked, not even sounding like himself anymore. His tone was sweet, calm even, but something almost dire lurked underneath his words.
"you seemed eager to do it when Javi asked" he tilted his head, his fingers still holding your chin.
If you didn't know better you would have guessed it was jealousy that traced his tone whenever he spoke the name of your fantasies's protagonist... little did he know the main reason why you even liked Javier was his resemblance to him- to Joel.
"Mr- sir" you stuttered "I-"
"I don't like to repeat myself y/n" he spoke sternly, his eyes boring into yours "Do you want your daddy to know or not?"
You didn't need to answer, you only held his stare as he let your face go, and you slowly, unsurely, and awkwardly got to your knees.
"wasn't so hard now was it?" he asked, his eyes dark enough to fade into the night sky "what are you waiting for?"
"I-"
"You need instructions babydoll?" he chuckled "'cause I ain't gonna give 'em to ya" he said while your heart pounded in your chest "I know you know how to do it" he smirked "Described it so well in your little fanfiction"
"b-but I-" you tried to take a deep breath but doing anything while he towered over you, while his crotch was right in your line of sight was proving to be very very difficult "I've only ever done this once" you gulped, trying to keep eye contact
"yeah?" he smiled, his hand going to the top of your head, gently patting it...that really shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did. "then how come you knew exactly what to do with Javi? don't tell me you just guessed"
He either didn't believe you, or was really not expecting that. But it was the truth- you'd only ever done anything once... and it's not like it had even felt that great.
"Well, I- I do research... and I- I read a lot"
If you thought he looked predatorial before... you had no idea how bad it could really get.
"research huh?" he mocked, his voice as deep as it could get "Oh baby you're digging yourself a hole here" he tsked, shaking his head while looking almost disappointed "I really think your daddy ought to know about all the research his lil' girl's doing under his roof"
"No!" you begged, your bottom lip trembling.
"No?" he asked, tracing it with his thumb "Then I suggest you make it good, babygirl"
And that was that.
Your trembling hands undid his belt, then lowered his zipper, and finally pulled his pants down until they pooled at his feet.
Fuck
He was huge- even with the boxers still on it was very clear the man was just massive-
"I don't like to be teased y/n"
"s-sorry sir" you responded automatically, noticing his cock twitch within the confines of the fabric in appreciation of your obedience.
You had to do it slowly, you had to pull his boxers down slowly so you could have time to calm down, to not panic in front of the huge cock that was gonna be right in front of you at any moment-
And yet it didn't work- a soft gasp fled your mouth as you freed his manhood.
He only chuckled, watching the fear in your eyes, and quite frankly, very much enjoying it.
"I'll tell ya if you're doing it wrong" he simply spoke, his hand going to the back of your head to guide you closer to where he wanted you.
He was getting impatient. And you didn't want to disappoint him.
Yes, he was blackmailing you, but you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been dreaming of this for years.
You looked like a frightened kid as you wrapped your right hand around him, and you looked even more out of place as you opened your mouth and started fitting his length inside of it.
A weak grunt rumbled from his chest "Hollow your cheeks" he ordered, having you obey in a heartbeat.
"fuck that's good" he groaned now, watching you intently as you started bobbing your head, trying to fit more of him into your mouth "Good little slut"
You didn't know a moan was gonna flee your mouth until it had- until your whole face felt hot and you waited terrified for Joel's reaction.
Exect he was smiling- no- grinning like you'd just given him the best gift he'd ever received.
"Oh, you're really something else ain't ya, darlin'?"
"mhp" Your muffled noises were all the more entertaining to him, especially paired up with the sight of your thighs rubbing together.
You were so fucking wet you feared at any moment you would start dripping onto the floor.
"so needy" he murmured, his hand now gathering your hair in a makeshift bun "You wanna touch yourself, baby girl? wanna feel good while you make me feel good?"
"mh-mh" you tried to nod, to beg, to say yes please for the love of god let me.
"that's too bad" he tutted, sounding like he was holding back a laugh "Javi didn't let you do that now, did he?" he smirked "You wrote it, I think it's only right you get to experience it, babydoll"
But before you had time to ask yourself if he meant all of it, he'd spoken again.
"that all you can take?" he asked, watching the first half of his cock in your mouth with amusement "Here- how 'bout I help you out darlin'" he smirked, his hips retracting just to thrust into your mouth-
It wasn't a hard jab, but still you choked, and then you choked some more as he did it again, watching you fit more of him into your mouth as saliva drooled to your chin and your eyes watered.
You could feel the texture of every inch of his dick with your tongue, the feel of his veins, and the taste of his precum were all you were aware of.
"like that- see, jus' needed a lil' help" he groaned "Even a slut like you needs it sometimes"
His pace had quickened, and tears were now streaming down your face.
"shh" he shushed you once you choked yet another time "I know it's big baby" he cooed, his thrust much less gentle than his words, although that was all an act too "I know, I know... but you're gonna have to be a good whore for me and take it aaall into that slutty little throat, ok?" he murmured "just try to breathe through your nose"
What did he mean try?
What if you tried and failed?
But you weren't actually worried- you had never thought being horny could actually be painful, and yet, there you were, literally so wet and turned on it hurt.
You couldn't even see him anymore through all the tears covering your eyes, and you didn't even realize you were actively choking and making a complete mess of yourself, all you could feel was his big fat cock, and dream about how it would feel inside of you.
"God fuckin-" He groaned like an animal as he finally bottomed out, his dick making a permanent dent into your throat at this point "Jesus Christ"
He stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, watching you struggle, and then, just like that, he was out- and you could breathe again.
He didn't even give you time to catch your breath, to finish coughing like a maniac that he'd already given you another order.
"get up," he said "take off your clothes"
He really did want to recreate the fic- you were- you were about to have sex with Joel Miller, THE Joel Miller, your neighbor and dad's best friend Joel Miller.
oh fuck
"What did I say about repeating myself?"
You scrambled to your feet, pulling your shirt off at the same time.
You heard him snort but didn't pay it any mind as you took your bra and skirt off as quickly as you could.
You really were desperate.
But when it came to your panties you slowed, everything suddenly feeling very real.
"what are you waiting for?"
"s-sorry sir" you mumbled, finally dropping them at your feet.
A soft groaned fuck climbed up his throat as he examined every inch of your body.
You would be covering yourself, feeling a little self-conscious, if it wasn't for the fact that his gaze had turned you to stone.
"pick your panties up" he said as if getting out of a trance.
You frowned, confused, but obeyed nonetheless.
Maybe he didn't like the mess...
"Put 'em in the first drawer," he said, nodding back to his desk.
Oh
He followed your every move as you walked past him, but it was only when you were at his desk, that he started stalking towards you.
He was right beside you now, and somewhere along the way he'd lost his shirt, because your back was now pressed against his chest, and your ass was right against something else.
"I'm keepin' those" he murmured, his deep voice right next to your ear, his hands going to grip your waist.
You dropped the panties where he asked and nodded, turning to him, finding his face, his mouth, but an inch from your own.
"Yes sir"
His cock twitched again right against your backside as his mouth ghosted yours.
"Bend over"
You swallowed thickly, doing as he said.
You shivered feeling the table's cold wood meet your skin, but you got hot all over again once you felt Joel's words.
"Spread your legs"
You did.
"What an obedient slut I've turned you into" he grinned, proud of himself
"Where do you want it?"
You felt his cock slide between your cheeks, making you whimper and arch your back.
"here?" he slid it in between your legs, connecting with your clit.
You moaned as you shook your head no
"here?" he asked again, this time his dick prodding at your asshole.
You gasped as you mumbled "N-no sir- please"
"You want in your throat again babydoll, 's that it?" he teased you, his tip still leaving smears of his precum on your hole
"mh-mh" you shook your head no again "Please"
"no?" he snickered, "Then where?"
"Here?" he asked, the tip of his dick finally getting exactly where you wanted him "in your slutty lil' pussy?"
"yes- p-please sir- I-"
"say it" he taunted you, almost slipping in.
"I- I need it"
"what do you need?"
"Y-Your cock sir" you begged
"Where do you need my cock?"
"I-I need it in my pussy" you cried- he was so close if he would just- "I need your cock in my pussy sir, please I- I'm begging you-"
"good little slut"
He pushed in with one singular, hard thrust, making you cry out so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard.
He was so big it kind of burned at first, but as he thrust in again and you heard him groan in pleasure, there was no going back- you were in complete bliss... and your brain had turned to mush.
You were moaning- loudly.
"fuck-" he grunted "you're such a whore darlin'"
The sound of how wet you were as he plunged into your heat was filthy.
"Y'know- I usually give women an orgasm before I fuck 'em," he said as his balls slapped rhythmically against your skin "but you're just a whore- and whores don't deserve to be treated with respect, do ya?" Your back arched, feeding him more of yourself as your walls squeezed around him "Nah, you deserve to be used. Used like the little sluts that you are" he kept grunting, not paying any mind to how loud you were being, or how the desk had started to slip because of how hard his thrusts were "And it ain't like you need it, is it darlin'?" he chuckled, suddenly pulling you up, his right arm around your torso keeping you pinned against him "you're makin' a mess" he murmured into your ear, shivers running up your spine "and besides, this' how you wanted it- wrote it jus' like this in your lil' story didn't ya, ya little slut?"
He bit your earlobe just as his dick hit your cervix, making your brain short-circuit.
It was all so hot- so fucking hot.
"I can't imagine what your daddy would say" his mouth was on your neck now, but his pace was the same as ever, as hard and unapologetic as it could get "knowing what nasty things his little girl likes to think- to write" he chuckled "bet the poor guy would have the fuckin' big one if he knew"
"if he knew how you like to be fucked by men 30 years older than you" he groaned, feeling you squeeze him as you whimpered his name incoherently "if he knew how tight you get when I tell you how much of a slut you are"
Your eyes were rolled back, and your head had dropped against his chest
"please"
"If he knew how good you fuckin' take my cock" he murmured right against your mouth, your legs trembling "How desperate you are for it"
He was going even faster, and he was now supporting your whole body because your legs weren't working anymore.
"If he knew what a fuckin' whore he raised" he grunted, plunging his cock as deep as it could go, molding your body to him "how she's my whore now"
And that was it- that was it.
You felt actual tears stream down your cheeks as bliss took over your body- as you cried and moaned and trembled until you were done, until you'd finally recovered.
"I'm gonna come inside babygirl" It wasn't a question, it was an order, just like every one he'd given you for the past hour "Jus' like Javi" he grunted, his thrusts more erratic now "except this is real life baby- and you better hope it doesn't stick" he smirked, feeling your walls squeeze involuntarily at his words "God you're such a slut"
"Now take it all like a good one"
You couldn't help but join his moaning as he came, as he filled you up to the very brim.
You were a mess- cum was already running down your thighs as he slipped out of you, but you still followed his lead and started dressing again- only your panties were in his drawer and the walk back home would be a real awkward one.
"You post these stories?"
There was no point in lying, you'd already confessed to it.
"I- yes" you swallowed, putting your bra on "o-on Tumblr"
You could very well see he'd never heard of the app
"How are you called on there?"
He'd stepped closer to you, watching you fiddle with your shirt in your hands.
His belt was unbuckled, his jeans still open, and you were starting to feel ready for round two already.
"S-sir you want t-to-â
"I gotta know what other things your daddy can't know aboutâ he murmured, moving a piece of hair from your face âand all the things Iâm gonna do to my lilâ slutâ
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LIKE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN
â Sneaking around with your grandparentsâ ranch hand during the summer!
CW: x Fem!reader with she/her pronouns, starts with fluff and turns into smut, switch!Leon, dry humping, cowgirl, butterfly (i think thatâs the position name?), fingering, short hold the moan snippet, reader wears a sundress at one point, mention of a palm injury via a cut
WC: 1.8k
NOTE: written just for fun to entertain myself during an excruciatingly long car ride, sorry that itâs fast paced </3 title lyric is from âtulsa jesus freakâ also i tried my best at a southern accent for him okay
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You always complained whenever your parents sent you on your annual trip to your grandparentsâ place. Mosquitoes ran rampant and a prayer whilst holding hands was mandatory before every meal. Summer was supposed to be a break so you could be lazy in bed all day, but now you had to go help tend to the animals.
Sure, farm animals are cute and allâŚbut gushing over how adorable they are is much different from actually taking care of them. So much for that âCharlotteâs Webâ childhood dream of yours, none of the pigs are like Wilbur!
But you had a change of attitude when you went the summer after your freshman year of college. Upon your arrival, your suitcase was hauled by strong skin-kissed hands, like if your packed belongings weighed a mere pound.
Looking up, your eyes met irises that rivaled the beauty of the ocean.
Oh.
You almost had to physically lift your jaw back up to introduce yourself. Then you ran upstairs to bury your face into your pillow.
Leon Kennedy. Would his last name suit your first name? Or vice versa? Jesus.
That first summer was full of fleeting glances and flirtatious conversation. There was something romantic about being in a space far away from civilization. Like you were in your own little universe with him whenever the two of you snuck around. During dinners, you always nudged at his leg with your boot to mess with him, liking the way he cleared his throat to ward off a smile.
And maybe you relied on silly methods to see if your feelings for him were reciprocated.
Pluck.
He likes me.
Pluck.
He likes me not.
Pluck.
He likes me.
Pluck.
He likes me not.
Pluck. Last one.
He likes me!!!
Childish excitement coursed through you, an instantaneous smile on your face. You thanked Mother Nature for giving you the answer you wanted.
You also thanked the Sun every day for gifting freckles to Leon. One day, you held onto his face and tried to count them all. Squinting your eyes, you counted aloud, missing the way he looked at you with nothing but sweetness in his gaze.
The world around you was muted, as if the cows standing behind the fence had stopped mooing just for the sake of your concentration.
âSure this is gonna work? Listen, Iâve always been an optimistic fella butââ
âShh, youâre distracting me.â After a beat, you groaned. âFuck I lost count. Okay, hold still for real this time.â
âSure, doll.â Sheâs real cute, he thought to himself.
Or that one time when the Sunâs beams were too hot and made Leon take his hat off so he could pour a fresh bucket of water on his head. You felt so betrayed at the sight.
âYouâre shitting me!â
âWhat?â
âYour rootsâŚâ Not very polite, but you pointed at his hair. âI thought you were blonde. Like, born blonde.â
âSorry to disappoint.â He hid his amusement with a shrug, lowering his head to give you a better look. âHavenât had time to dye it.â
And of course, you owed the Moon some gratitude for being an audience member to a memory you cherished. If said memory could be physically stored, youâd keep it on a frame so you could rewatch the moment your relationship blossomed.
The confession came when two heartbeats aligned, two bodies snuggled against each other on top of the roof. Leon gazed at you as if you hung up the stars and moon that were beautifully assorted in the sky, the same ones he had admired all alone prior to you coming here. He never thought heâd have a pretty woman wanting to get to know him.
âThis is crazyâŚI can actually see the constellations out here.â Your words were a murmur, the glimmering dots above reflecting in your pupils.
âAnd ya couldnât back at home?â
âPfft. With all the pollution in the city? Not a chance.â
âYeah? Musâ be a special night for ya, then.â
It was. But not because of the view, rather, because of the handsome guy holding you close like you were his girlfriend.
âYeah, it is.â
A hat was placed onto your head. His hat.
You broke your admiration of the stars, turning to look at him instead. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, suddenly his hand was cupping the side of your face. His skin was scarred and calloused against yours, a physical manifestation of how different his lifestyle was from yours.
Books always made it seem like butterflies would be swarming in your stomach at moments like these. But you felt calm. This was fate, it was supposed to happen. And who were you to deny the universeâs pull and Cupidâs arrow?
Leon was a gentleman first and foremost. âCan IâŚ?â
âMhm.â
Your first kiss was witnessed by the moon.
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You kept in touch through letters. Leon was old fashioned, and very rarely did he pick up his cheap flip phone when you tried giving him a call. Something about his phone always being stored away, he hardly used the thing anyway. He already had the task of picking up the mail, so it wasnât like your grandpa or grandma would get it.
You didnât mind much. There was something endearing about sending letters, running to the mail like you were a dog fetching the weekly newspaper. It was hard to imagine his voice sometimes when reading his letters because he wrote all properly, it didnât match his accent.
âIâm sorry it took so long for me to send another letter. I accidentally cut my hand when fixing up a fence and it took a while to heal, it left a scar. Iâm okay though, promise. Just donât want you to think I forgot about you or anything like that. Your grandpa was real nice about it, he gave me some time off, heâs got a kind heart. And your grandma kept cooking up some soupâŚsaid it would help me heal quicker. Not sure if itâs true, but it left my stomach happy and that counts for something.
The entire time I was resting, I found myself thinking of you. Would you have patched my hand up if you were here? Kissed my pain away?
Every time I look at the moon, I wonder if you are too.â
You always traced over his handwriting with an unclicked pen before proceeding to leave a kiss mark on the corner of the page and putting it in your stored pile.
Summer became the highlight of your years. You actually packed cute clothes now, flowy sundresses and some matching undergarments you wouldnât mind Leon seeing. Of course, you also bought some riding gear, wanting to partake in his hobbies too.
The instant you were back at the farm and the two of you were alone, Leon grabbed you by the hips and pressed you up against the outdoor wall of the house, smiling at you all coyly.
âMissed ya. Shoulda jusâ stayed here with me.â
âThought you liked me for pursuing a higher education?â Your grin matched his. Maybe after you got your degree youâd join him more often.
âMhm.â God, that intellect of yours was sexy. He could listen to you ramble about your ambitions for ages. âWish that college of yers was nearby, though.â
âThat makes two of usâŚI missed you too, by the way.â Your lips inched closer to his. âA lot.â
His cheeks turned roseate, his heart thumping as fast as the hooves of a bronco at a rodeo. ââŚYeah?â
âDonât sound so unsure! Need me to show you?â
âIâd appreciate that, yâknow how I am.â Leon wasnât the most self assured, having been worried youâd find some college guy to get with.
All it took was some more sweet talking and daring touches on your end before he hoisted one of your legs up with your permission, the fabric of your dress lifting and bunching around your hips, the plush of your ass pressed against the weathered down paint of the walls.
He let you set the pace, keeping you steady as you bucked your hips against him, your panties soaking from the friction of his rough denim jeans. Your mouths clashed messily out of pent up desperation.
It didnât go farther than dry humping, though.
Leon made sure your first time with him was more planned out, not wanting it to be in some confined space or rushed. You rode him until dawn, your knees meeting the soft blanket he laid down against the grass with each roll of your hips.
âAh ah ah. Slow, sweetheart, slow.â He pleaded in a throaty voice, you were killing him, milking him over and over.
âFuckâŚokay.â You slowed your pace, your breaths mingling when you rested your forehead against his.
âThatâs it. Like that.â
And after that, there were more spontaneous times.
You wanted to get dicked down on your mattress so thatâs what Leon gave you, if only your bed wasnât so fucking squeaky. He had to put pillows behind your headboard.
âShhâŚgotta be quiet fâme.â His hand covered your mouth, muting the moans that almost spilled from your mouth.
Leon wouldnât live to see another day if his boss found his sweet granddaughterâs ankles hugging his neck and her toes all curled.
You ran your nails against his scalp, turning his hair into a mess, taking advantage of the fact he didnât have a hat indoors. He bit down on his lip harshly to prevent himself from groaning aloud. Yeah, he had to climb out your window after that.
You almost got caught once inside one of the rundown abandoned stalls that was in need of some fixing. You were sitting betweens Leonâs spread legs, his hand down your pants. His palm gently smacked your clit with every push of his fingers inside your cunt. Open-mouthed kisses grazed your neck, making you loll your head to the side.
If only your granddaddy hadnât interrupted.
âSon, ya in here?â Some incoherent grumbles before he got to the point, thankfully giving you some time to smack Leonâs hand away, snickering at the expression on his face â like he was about to be put six feet under. âNeed yer help with the pipe I was tellinâ ya about earlier.â
ââm on it.â Leon called out after pecking your lips, but there was a crack in his voice that left you silently giggling as he got up and wiped his fingers on his pants. He seemed so embarrassed, sparing you an apologetic glance and then tipping his hat down to hide his flustered expression from his boss.
But who knows, your grandparents adored Leon. One day heâd muster up the courage to tell them he was sweet on you, or maybe theyâd catch the two of you holding hands under the dinner table.
Either way, you were no mere summer fling, and he let that be known by adorning your finger with a shiny promise ring.
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prof!heesung x dean!Jake x fem!reader
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warnings! mdni18+, DUBCON, 3some, throat fucking, piv, no protection, creampie, manipulation, cum eating (f!), fingering, reader is called 'slut' multiple times, abuse of power themes notes: please don't read if you're not comfortable OR before you read this! I also finally figured out how to do the three picture thingies yay!
All you did was talk back
There wasnât any shouting, no cursing, no physical violence. Your professor was being a dick, as per usual, and you found it best to let him know how you didnât appreciate his behavior. Truly, you didnât think you said anything bad. Nothing that warranted an intense meeting between your professor and the university dean.
Professor Lee Heesung stood with his arms crossed, glasses resting low on his nose as he regarded you with disdain. It took everything in you to keep your eyes from rolling as the dean sat on his desk, disciplining your behavior.Â
âI think an apology is much needed to your professor, missy.â
Missy. You swear you see red when you hear those words. Mr. Sim Jae-yun doesnât even acknowledge how demeaning that is to say. Not when heâs too busy looking at the exposed part of your thighs that bugle from you sitting. Heâs beginning to think he should talk to the president to implement a rule that skirts must go past your knees. It doesnât matter if being in a university doesnât require a uniform, heâll make it happen.Â
You scoff, crossing your arms in the same manner as Professor Lee. âWith all due respect, Mr. Sim, I think not. Everyone in that class hates him. Heâs such an ass.â
âOh, Iâm the ass?â Heesung unfolds his arms to point at you accusingly. âYouâre the one wearing shorts that only show ass. I donât need to take any type of ridicule from a slut-in-training.â
Any comeback you had quickly dies in your throat. Itâs not as though youâve never been called names before, but from a professor, thatâs a first. You clear your throat and blink, still in slight disbelief. âSee?â You look at Jake with desperation. âHeâs being a dick right in front of you!â
But the dean doesnât agree. All he does is sigh, âTo be fair, it is really short.â
You groan. âAs if any of that matters! Iâm not gonna apologize to this asshole. And you canât make me.â Ignoring their gawks, you huff and turn your head the other way. Maybe it would be better to swallow your pride and give them what they want. It would get them off your back and, hopefully, get everything back to normal. Yet, you catch yourself replaying how Heesung easily called you a whore and how the dean did little to nothing about it. Worst of all, how the tiniest part of you almost liked knowing that they were looking at you in a way that university staff should not.
The men exchange glances - looks you miss that involve smirks and nods.Â
âGo ahead and stand up.â Itâs Jake who directs you. Rather than turning your whole head, you only peek from the side of your eyes. âOr what?â
âOr youâll be expelled,â he says factly. Now you fully turn to him, eyes wide and mouth agape. Youâre already stuttering about how he canât do that, but he shuts you up with, âIf you donât want to give an apology, the least you can do is stand.â
So you do, hesitantly, but you do. Their gaze drops to your legs and you begin to tug your skirt just a few inches lower. It doesnât matter how hot these men are, they still pissed you off. You couldnât give them the satisfaction of seeing your plush skin. Not unless they deserved it, of course.Â
Heesung crosses one arm over his chest while his other hand is at his chin, putting him in a thinking pose. He regards you much differently now. There's not as much disgust than there is interest. He takes a few steps around you, getting a good look at every angle.
You shift from one leg to the other, uncomfortable with his blatant stalking. âI donât understand how this is going to help.â
Jake stands from his place at the desk and walks closer to you. Granted, heâs not the tallest man, but you find yourself shrinking from his aura. A presence that demands attention, respect. His ringed fingers grab a hold of your chin so you look him in the eyes. âYou donât know how to listen, but I think we can fix that. All you need is some discipline. If you wanna stay enrolled, I suggest you behave for us starting now.â
Youâre too stunned to say anything. No words can form even when Heesung places his hand on your lower back. He applies pressure until you arch, the skirt inevitably exposing your panties for him to see.Â
âThis is exactly what Iâm talking about,â he tuts. âI donât understand how you expect me to act professional with you when you dress like this.â Heesung uses his other hand to reach down, cupping your clothed mound with no warning.Â
The warmth of his hand makes you gasp and Jake takes the opportunity to slip his thumb in your mouth. Itâs not supposed to work on you, but it manages to turn your whimpers into mewls instead as you softly suck on it. The pad of his finger presses onto your tongue and you dutifully open your throat so he can shove it deeper.Â
Jake canât help but smile, one side of his lips slightly turned more upwards than the other when he looks at you. All it takes is Heesung to apply more pressure to your cunt to make you suck harder. He can feel his cock hardening in his slacks, the blood leaving his head to rush to his groin instead.
Perhaps heâll be able to blame his terrible decisions on that fact.
You whine when Heesung pulls away from you, placing his hands on either side of your hips to guide you closer to the deanâs desk. Itâs all too quick when you find yourself bent over the wooden table, legs kicked open so your thighs are apart, and your hands bound by Jakeâs grip.Â
âIt truly is a shame we have to do it like this,â he sighs, though it hardly sounds regretful in the slightest. âBut we just canât trust youâll be good for us, not yet anyway.â
Being restrained makes you twist and turn, trying to escape from the men who have you pinned down. Your stomach squeezes with fear, but youâre starting to think a different, more intense emotion, slithers its way to your core. âW-wait,â you turn your head in an attempt to look at them. âYou canât do this. Iâll get you fired. Iâll tell.â
âOh no!â Heesung mocks fear in his voice. âDid you hear that, Jake? Sheâs gotta tattletale on us!â He laughs wholeheartedly, making sure to keep your thighs pried open no matter how much you try and push them together. âEven if you do, who do you think theyâll believe?â
His finger trails up your slit, prodding your entrance before sliding back down to your clothed clit. You jolt so violently that you lurch forward and whine. Heesung and Jake chuckle at your reactions, lifting your skirt over your ass so itâs only your panties in the way.Â
âGood, slut,â Heesung coos. âNo talking back this time. See? You can behave.â
The only reason youâre not saying anything is because youâre scared that youâll moan. Thereâs no way in hell youâd let them know that youâre feeling even the smallest amount of pleasure. No matter how wet your underwear grows, no matter how hard you bite your lower lip, your pride is too strong to succumb to their touch.Â
But you want to, so bad you do. Maybe they can already tell that youâre becoming more and more pliant for them since Jake only has to use one hand to bind your wrists. Both of the men have their fingers at your pussy: swirling, pinching, and rubbing your cunt until you instinctively grind back on them.
Jake does the honors of hooking a finger to the side of your underwear, finally revealing the source of arousal. You squeal, wiggling to cover yourself but to no avail. Itâs near impossible to hide your soaked pussy, lips fat and wet from how disgustingly good they were making you feel.
âDamn,â Heesung breathes. âMustâve been hard to pretend to hate it, huh?â
You snarl at him, teeth clenched and eyes ignited. âI hate you.â
Heesung smiles, âSeems like your pussy here doesnât.â He pushes the tip of his finger on your nub, flicking it back and forth. Heesung laughs when your breath gets caught in your throat and all you can do is let out a high-pitched moan from his touch. âFuck, itâs so wet.â
Jake focuses his digits near your entrance, dipping just the tips of his fingers in to watch your hole clench in anticipation. âMore than wet, itâs sobbing to be filled.â He groans when your cunt tries to swallow his fingers. âI donât even think you need to finger her. You can just put it straight in.â
Wait. Thatâs not what you want to happen. Your fight or flight should kick in, you should try to scream or kick, but you donât. Getting away is the last thing your body wants to do. All its attention is on finishing as fast and as pleasurable as possible. So what if theyâre older than you? Have authority over you? They can make you feel good, even if itâs at the cost of your dignity.Â
Itâs as if Heesung can hear your inner turmoil, and of course, he has to add fuel to the fire. âYou heard that, slut? Sounds like you really do like me. Go ahead and tell me how much you want it and Iâll fuck you real nice.âÂ
Jake, despite being the one to say that fingering you would hardly make a difference, begins to push his digits deeper inside. Two of them slowly, but agonizingly open you up. As much as you hate that they're the ones doing it, your cunt is grateful for having something to finally clench down on. Still, your will is stronger than your desire. âF-fuck no.â
But deep down you know and they know. Itâs how your curses turn into mewls. How youâve begun to rock your hips back and forth to match the pace of Jakeâs thrusting fingers. The men can see the pretty, white cream coating his digits. The sight makes Heesung groan, âCanât you behave? Just look at it. Youâre begging for this, slut.â Without being told to, Jake slips his finger from your hole. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, mouth agape as you silently whine. Youâre too busy mourning the lack of fingers before you feel them prod your lips.Â
Jake reaches around and easily slips his fingers in your mouth. Itâs an immediate reaction when your tongue swirls around them, tasting your arousal and gulping it down.Â
âFuck. I hope you suck cock like that.â Jake grunts when he presses the pad of his fingers on your tongue. You bite on them, but it comes off more playful than painful. The taste of yourself is overwhelming and you canât even notice how theyâve begun to position themselves with one in front of your face with the other staying behind.
A different, slightly smaller pair of hands pin you this time. You finally recognize Jake as being the one in front of you while Heesung rubs against the curve of your ass. Heâs bare, you figure, from the waist down with his cock guiding up and down. You whimper and youâre comforted by Jake pushing the hair from your face to reveal your pretty, stained lips.
âYou have sucked someone off before, right?â Jake tilts his head and lets his thumb run across your bottom lip. You donât answer, both too stunned by the inevitable outcome and how Heesung has angled his cock slightly lower so it catches your clit instead. Itâs the man behind that answers for you, âCourse she has. You seen the mouth on this slut? All that talking she does is just âcuz thereâs nothing to shut her up.â
When you feel a flush in your face, you know itâs from anger. âOh, fuck you. The only way youâre able to get laid is by - hngh!â Heesung isnât slow when he puts it in. His rough entrance cuts you off mid-sentence. You only feel his tip widening you for a second before the rest of his length slides into you.Â
Now you understand why Jake stretched you open despite everything. He must know how Heesung is, he must know because of how often they do this. It all begins to fall into place now that youâre bent over, skirt flipped up with a cock in your cunt and one soon to be in your mouth. Your behavior did not warrant a meeting with the dean, let alone one-on-one. This must have been their plan. To abuse their power on a whore of a student like you so that if word ever did get out, it would be easier to write it up as a girl who simply didnât like her professor.Â
Not the most perfect plan, but you hardly care to focus on the cracks when you're being jolted forward and rocked against the desk. Jake takes the opportunity to shove himself inside your moaning mouth. Your tongue goes on the underside of his cock, throat expanding so he can fuck himself deeper while Heesung does the same inside your cunt.Â
Itâs so that it can be bearable, you tell yourself. Not because you like the feeling of them filing you.Â
âShit, see?â Heesung moans and squeezes your wrists. âShe just needs something to shut. her. up.â Each word is enunciated with a thrust. Heesung makes sure the sound of your bodies echo in the office. You squeal around gag around Jake's cock, neck straining from keeping your head lifted.Â
Jake grips the hair from the top of your head to start fucking you at a rhythm. His hips rock upwards so his tip touches the back part of the roof of your mouth. âHer throatsâ squeezing me like a pussy. Fuck! You caught a good one, Hee.â
Heesung laughs, but it sounds dark. Drool seeps from the corner of your lips from the stimulation. The edge of the table only slightly rubs on your clit when Heesung rocks into you. Just barely touching your nub to make you clench and gush around his cock. You try to get on your tippy toes so you can feel him deeper inside, but Heesung is set on having you nearly flushed against the desk save for Jakeâs grip forcing your chest upwards.
âIâd hardly say sheâs good,â Heesung argues. âShe was giving us such a hard time. Making us play with her pussy just to make sure she was wet enough. Isnât that right, slut?âÂ
You muffle against Jakeâs dick. Neither of them make a move to properly understand what you said, both caught in the pleasure youâre giving them. Still, Heesung continues. âAh, now I get it. You were just playing hard to get. Calling me names and acting like youâre above this when all you wanted was to be bent like this.â Heâs pumping into you harder, messier. You don't even have the coordination to suck properly on Jakeâs cock anymore. Not that he minds, it seems. He uses your mouth like a fleshlight, careful not to hit so deep that your gag reflex forces him out.Â
You can wiggle your hands though. A final act of retaliation to let Heesung know that heâs wrong. He sees it, to your surprise, and he laughs at your futile ministrations. âI kind of like it when you keep fighting back. Itâll make everything so much more fun when you cum on the dick you hate.â
You don't want to cum, you donât even want to think about it. Yet, the taste of your orgasm travels in your stomach. You swear you can feel the head of Heesungâs cock touching it, the tip of Jakeâs prodding it from your throat. All you need is that final push, a last magical touch to make you tip over. Strangely, you wish for the feeling of being on the edge to never stop. So this moment of twisted humiliation and pleasure lasts for a lifetime.Â
That doesnât happen though. Not when Heesung untangles one of his hands to play with the flesh of your pussy. His nimble fingers blindly travel up until they find your clit. It only takes a couple of rubs, a few harsh pinches that make you whine on Jake's dick before you flood his cock. The consistent moans vibrate the cock in your mouth and Jake doesnât last any longer when he feels them.Â
âOh fuck. Iâm cumming. I'm cumming. Iâm cumming.â Both of his hands grab ahold of your face as he buries his cock deep. You sputter and gag around him, being force-fed his load that shoots down your throat. It doesnât help that Heesung keeps fucking into you to reach his high. It makes Jakeâs cock bury itself deeper inch by inch. Your eyes water, saliva and cum drip down your chin onto the desk, but Jake is content with milking himself dry in your mouth and then some.Â
Finally, Heesung groans. He adjusts his stance so he can fuck harder into you. His fingers rub painfully fast on your clit and you're crying for him to slow down. The overstimulation nearly makes you want to claw your own skin before he finishes. Hot streaks of cum enter your pussy, the entrance of your womb. You pulse around him, and he pulses inside of you.Â
Your hips wiggle to get his fingers off your clit, and they listen to adjust on your ass instead. Jake slowly slips his softening cock from your lips, moaning when your head thuds on the table and you gasp for air. He shoves his cock back into his slacks, wiping the sweat from his forehead when heâs done.
Then Heesung slips out of you, pulling one of your cheeks apart to watch his and your cream leak from your gaping pussy. Your hole pushes out the cum and he shoves it back in with his finger. âMmm,â he hums. âIt looks so good like this.â
When Heesung releases you from his grip you donât dash for the door. You donât turn around and slap him; the thought doesn't even cross your mind. Your legs turn into jelly, falling on the floor disgracefully. You canât even imagine how you look, cum dripping down your thighs and chin as you catch your breath. Still, Heesung smiles down at you, though you know itâs far from endearing.
âSee, slut? Itâs not that hard to listen, now is it.â
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jj maybank x fem!kook!reader | partly inspired by this incredible scene
content warnings: sexual content; physical violence
word count: 18k.
blurb: after a hurricane, a Labrador shows up at JJ's house. After some posters go up around the country, JJ begrudgingly returns the dog to you on Figure Eight. Little did he know that his life was about to change forever.
This is actually insane.
JJ has no idea how everything went to shit faster than a penny falling from the top of the Empire State Building. It seems to be the crux of his life.
One minute Rafe is beating the shit out of JJâs face, Kelce holding him tight in a headlock, with Pope being strangled to his right by Topper, and the next everyone is still like rock.
There you stand, holding up a gun, safety unlatched, with the aim set directly at the centre of Rafeâs forehead. Heâs already called your bluff once. Itâs a classic Mexican stand-off. Nobody knows what youâre going to do next, not even JJ. Hell, heâs not even sure if you know what youâll do next.
And itâs crazy to think that all of this started because of a dog.
Two Months Earlier
It always sucks when JJ admits to himself that Kiara was right. She was right about most things, in fairness, but just this once â just for a change â he had hoped that she wasnât.
The blonde-haired boy stands in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at a poster taped to a streetlamp. His teeth gnaw on his lower lip in thought as he tugs the poster free, as if gaining a closer look might change what he sees.
MISSING DOG
IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO 12 SILVER CANOE WAY, FIGURE EIGHT
REWARD AVAILABLE
The picture is an uncanny reflection of the dog currently sat by JJâs feet. Heâs panting in the sun, blissfully unaware of the curveball tossed at his temporary owner. As JJ looks from the black-and-white poster to the middle-aged dog, he has to begrudgingly admit to himself that Kiara was right. This dog wasnât a stray. Instead, he was the pet of some bratty, spoilt Kook.
âWhose dog is that?â Kiara asks.
JJ follows her gaze to the labrador cosied up on the porch, soaking up the sun like it was his God-given right.
âMine,â he says.
âYours?â
âYeah, he just showed up after the hurricane."
It was true. The morning after the hurricane, JJ ventured out of his house to assess the damage only to hear a rustling and whimper from under the porch. Getting down on his hands and knees, expecting to find some beaten racoon, JJ came face to face with a petrified, middle-aged labrador. No collar. His cream coat was covered in dirt and dust and a small cut near his eye told JJ heâd found his way to his house during the hurricane, likely seeking shelter. After he coaxed him out with some fresh fish, the dog seemed to take a liking to the seventeen-year-old. JJ took it as the dog distribution system shining the light on him but Kiara didnât seem so sure.
âAnd youâre just gonna claim him?â
âHeâs a stray,â JJ tells her.
She looks to the dog again, then back to JJ. Her face essentially says, âseriously, dude?â
âHe is!â
âA dog that well-groomed and that well fed is not a stray, and you know it.â
JJâs stomach twists. Heâd thought the same thing once heâd given the dog a wipe down. A full stomach, trimmed fur, trained to do more than just sitâŚStrays donât come like that in Kildare County. But JJ liked the company the dog brought. Heâd always wanted one, ever since he was a kid, but his dad would never allow it. Waste of money and food, heâd say. But so far, JJ had managed to keep the dogâs existence on the downlow. He wasnât very loud or yappy. In fact, he was as calm as sea turtle. JJ liked the bond that had so quickly grown between them. So, swallowing the faint feeling of guilt of keeping someoneâs dog, he tells Kiara:
âWell, until someone puts a poster up, Iâm sticking to my gut. Heâs a stray and he belongs with me.â
Itâs like the universe was calling his bluff or something.
JJ crumples the poster in his fist, litters it on the street, and gently tugs on the leash.
âCome on, boy,â he mutters.
The dog gets to its feet and follows JJ down the street, back to the Chateau. He seems rather drained from the brief walk around the cut. Curls up by the front door in a patch of shade, yawning before nestling his head between his large paws for a nap. JJ watches him from the kitchen as he sips on a cold cider. His mind is in battle between right and wrong (as it usually is) as he contemplates the poster.
Kiara nearly falls over the dog as she walks into the Chateau. Then, she shoots a deadly glare to JJ.
âYou didnât go to the vet, did you?â
âWho actually microchips their pets, anyway?â
âMost people, JJ. Itâs a clever way to make sure you get your dog back if, letâs say, it runs off in a hurricane without a collar,â Kie returns.
JJ rolls his eyes and takes another swig of his drink. âIâll take him tomorrow.â
âActually, thereâs no need,â Kiara says. She walks across the room to him and pulls something from her back pocket. As she unfolds the rectangle of paper, JJ comes face to face with the very poster that had been occupying his mind for the past half hour. She holds it out to him.
âSee? This is someoneâs dog.â
âThat could be any dog,â JJ lies.
Kiara quirks a brow. JJ breaks easily, sighing.
âLook, can we just consider the possibility that this dog would be happier with me?â JJ argues. He ditches his cider and makes his way over to the animal. âI mean, he likes me, Kie. And he listens to me. And I like having him around.â
Lowering to his knees, he pets the dog awake from his slumber. He makes an adorable grumbling-whine as he rouses from his sleep. Looking over to Kiara, JJ must resemble an eight-year-old begging their parents for candy at the grocery store.
âIâll take good care of him,â he promises.
Kiara sighs. Her icy exterior softens, features overcome with sympathy. She joins him and the dog on the floor, scratching at the petâs back.
âI know you will, JJ,â she says. âBut this is someoneâs pet. And they clearly want him back. Itâs the right thing to do.â
âSince when do I ever do the right thing?â JJ mumbles. He looks down to meet the chocolate brown eyes of his new best friend.
âSince today, hopefully.â
JJ holds the dogâs gaze. Thereâs such tenderness in his eyes, as the dog stares up at him. Makes JJ feel as though he is the most important thing on this earth. Dogs donât care about money or mind: you treat them right and give them a good stick, and theyâll be happy forever. Unconditional love like that is rare to find in humans. It seems to JJ like itâs almost impossible, really. But then he thinks of the dog looking at a little girl or boy like that, and how (as spoilt as they may be) the child feels nothing but love for the dog in return. It seems cruel to take that away. He knows deep down what the right thing is. The moral thing.
âTomorrow,â JJ quietly says. Looking up, meeting Kiaraâs eyes, he nods reluctantly. âIâll take him to the house tomorrow.â
She smiles smally, nodding to herself. Getting to her feet, she leaves JJ alone with the dog to enjoy the last few hours of time together. He ends up falling asleep on the pull-out couch with the dog, face buried in the scruff of his neck, as he unconsciously counts down the hours left until he gives him back.
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JJ stretches out the walk to the house for as long as possible. He lets the dog sniff at every scent and even tries to coax a million pee breaks out of him. He lingers by the sea, stroking the dogâs fur, and shares a hot dog as they pass a gas station. Eventually, they arrive at Figure Eight. The hurricane left the cell towers down on The Cut, so he didnât bother with his phone. That leaves him to follow street signs until heâs making his way up Silver Canoe Way.
The houses are insane. Marvels of architecture and money. Bright green hedges trimmed into the most obscure shapes; useless statutes standing pretty in front gardens, protected by walls and security cameras. Fountains on almost every property, and a pool probably found in every back garden. Lucky sons of bitches.
House 12 is gorgeous: cream stone bricks and oak-style wood accents. There isnât a gate, which is curious considering all the others down the road have one. JJ feels as though heâs trespassing as he makes his way up the driveway. There's not a single weed sprouting between paving slabs. Thereâre two cars in the driveway, each probably cost more than his life insurance pay-out. He imagines birds that dare shit on them get taxed: itâs the only way to explain their cleanliness. God, living like this and he can half understand why Kooks are as obnoxious as they are. What appear to be marble steps lead to a huge front door. The dog seems to know where he is, tugging excitedly on the leash as he guides JJ up the stairs.
JJ stands for a long moment. He looks down at the dog, takes in its wagging tail, and sighs. As he lifts his fist to rap against the door, it swings open. JJ is just as stunned as you. He doesnât have time to apologise for startling you, because your eyes drop from JJ to the barking dog. You sink to the floor, mouth falling open, and willingly let your dog tackle you in a hug. His leash slips from JJâs hold. You scruff the dogâs neck, press kisses all over his face, and giggle tearfully as your dog greets you after almost a week apart.
âOh my God! Ranger! Oh my God!â you happily cry over and over again.
JJ immediately feels evil for even contemplating keeping your dog, Ranger, to himself.
The moment Ranger seems to gain some composure, you remember JJâs existence. Looking up, you quickly wipe away your tears from under your eyes and clamber back to your feet.
âOh my God, Iâm so sorry! Iâm so rude!â you laugh, sticking out a hand. He shakes it as you introduce yourself.
âJJ,â he replies.
Thereâs a moment of recognition that passes over your face but itâs gone as soon as it comes, like the flash of green at sunset on the horizon.
âThank you so much,â you say. One of your hands reaches down to ruffle at Rangerâs neck. JJ takes in how happy he is, staring up at you, grinning and panting, tongue out with exertion. âWhere did you find him?â
âHe kinda found me,â JJ replies, scratching the back of his neck. âShowed up under my house just after the hurricane. Guessing he got spooked or something.â
âThatâs what we think happened,â you say. âI woke up to find the backdoor open. He must have jumped and bolted; he frightens easy, you see. I felt awful when I realised he was gone.â
As JJ listens to you speak, heâs partly distracted. Itâs hard to follow along to what you say when youâre standing gorgeous like the first day of June.
âWell, like I said, itâs no trouble,â JJ repeats.
You smile brighter than a brand-new penny, teeth pearly white and perfect aligned. JJ doubts you ever needed braces. Probably born with a set of veneers. Itâs with that bitter thought that he reminds himself what heâs dealing with here. A kook who lives in nothing short of a mansion, who canât even keep her dog inside during a hurricane.
âThe, uh, poster said something about a rewardâŚâ JJ awkwardly mentions.
Your face dawns with realisation and he momentarily feels guilty, but then youâre nodding fervently. âOf course! God, I canât believe I forgot!â
âI mean, I would have brought him back anyway,â JJ bold face lies.
âNo, donât be silly, itâs the least I owe.â You pull your door open. âCome in, please,â you say, heading into your home.
JJ falters in the doorway. It feels as though even stepping into your home might put him short of a few hundred bucks, just from breathing the air. He follows the route you took into the house, closing the door behind him. The minute heâs out of the entryway and in the main corridor, his eyes widen like heâs witnessing a supernova.
âHoly super kook,â he mutters, gaping at the interior.
Marble everything. Expensive obnoxious artwork that must only be interpretable once you reach a certain tax bracket. Framed photos of yourself and your family on the wall at various vacation spots: France, Italy, Mexico, China. There are others, too, of dance recitals. A shelf of trophies and awards. Ornaments and figurines standing on podiums like heâs in a museum. JJâs terrified to walk, as if one step might send everything falling off the walls.
He finds himself blindly following you into the kitchen. Itâs crystal clean and white. Granite counter tops beautifully cluttered with every appliance you can imagine. You head to the fridge.
âYou want a drink?â
âUh, sure. Waterâs fine, thanks,â JJ replies.
You nod and grab a glass that probably costs JJâs entire monthly wage. Then you go to your fridge (it has a touchscreen for Christâs sake) and dispense ice cold water. Holding it out to him, you smile, sweet like buttercream.
JJ sips and watches as you reach for a bag that lies on the kitchen counter, retrieving a wallet. Holding out two fifties, you wait for him to take them. His eyes stare at the unwrinkled notes. JJâs momentary pause makes you frown.
âSorry, thatâs a bit tight of me, isnât it?â you say. You dip into the bottomless wallet and retrieve another fifty. âIs that enough?â
âUh, I couldnâtâŚâ He clears his throat and finally snaps out of his stupor. Taking the money, he passes two fifties back, saying, âI canât take all of this.â
You shake your head and push the money back towards him.
âI insist. You brought my dog back! I should be giving you more,â you say.
JJ holds back his laugh.
More? Itâs a fucking dog! Youâre about to give him $150 for a Goddamn seven-year-old labrador? God, Kooks really do just think different.
He looks up from the money and takes you in, properly this time. JJ recognises you. Not from keggers or house parties â heâs seen you at neither of those things â but from church. He used to be subjected to Sunday school in a desperate bid to âsend him on the right life pathâ, and he could remember seeing you there. Youâd attend the service, sat safe in your fatherâs shadow. Even though JJ stopped going, heâd still see people heading in the direction of the county church if he were in the area. You were a regular. Dressed in the prettiest dresses, hair perfect and proper, jewellery to the nines, always sandwiched between your mother and father. You didnât indulge in the debauchery that most teenagers on the island did. JJ would know if heâd spotted you at one of the many hangs; you had the kind of beauty that demanded to be seen, like a rare bird on the marsh. No, girls like you didnât partake in those things. You spent time with your parents and a small circle of Church friends, probably just as sheltered and saintly as yourself, and was in bed before sunset and awake before sunrise. Â
And yet, you never rubbed JJ the wrong way like all the other Kooks did. He didnât know you from Adam â in fact, the first time heâd ever shared a word with you was today â but something about youâŚYou seemed different. Genuine. Rich, no doubt, but not exactly snobbish.
An idea suddenly comes to JJ. Itâs stupid, and rather out of character given his prejudices, but for some reason, itâs miles more appealing than $150. A part of him wonders where his sudden charity is coming from. Maybe itâs something about your personality and his underlying infatuation heâs had with you since Sunday school. Maybe itâs your dog and how doting he appears to be of you. Hell, maybe itâs because youâre pretty. JJâs always been a sucker for pretty girls â Kook or not â and heâs always wanted the things that he canât have.
All these thoughts race through his head at a hundred miles an hour, and thereâs only half a minute that passes before JJ speaks.
âHow âbout this?â he says. âI take a fifty, and you let me take you out.â
You blink once, then twice. âTake me out? LikeâŚon a date?â
âYeah,â JJ nods. The fact that your whole face didnât immediately shrivel up like a prune at the suggestion gives JJ hope that he might have a chance. âWhatâd you say?â
Thereâs a moment where your eyes dip down to Ranger. Heâs sat at your feet, watching the two of you interact with his tongue hanging out, mouth in a seeming smile. The second your eyes lock with your dog's, you look back to JJ with new-found confidence.
âDepends,â you say, correcting your posture, chin held high. âWhat did you have in mind?â
JJâs never had to pitch a date to a girl before in his life. Usually he asks and theyâre there: hook, line and sinker. His brain thinks hard and fast. âI can pick you up. Go for a drive, grab a bite maybe. Get to know one another,â he says.
You quirk a brow. âIs that all?â
Of course, you have standards. Hell, the guys that court you probably dine you at The Ritz and gift you a Rolex. JJ isnât deterred though. Instead, heâs rather amused.
With a boyish grin, he says, âprincess, I promise one date with me and Iâll change your life forever.â
Your eyebrows raise. âBold statement to make, Maybank.â Â
JJ takes note of how you know his last name and thinks back to when he introduced himself; that strange flash of recognition on your face. You know who he is and yet, youâre entertaining the idea of letting him take you out. Curiouser and curiouser.
JJ doesnât beg or barter. Instead, he just stares you down, waiting for your response as you visibly contemplate his offer. Thereâs a hint of a smile on your face, the type that might come when youâre trying to suss someone out. Itâs barely there but JJâs sure he can see it. He knows that look all too well.
âWhen would this be?â
JJâs painfully aware of how desperate he may sound as he says, âTomorrow night?â
âI have ballet practice tomorrow.â
âThursday then.â
âPiano recital.â
âJesus, woman,â he canât help but mutter. It makes you smile.
âIâm free Friday,â you offer.
And, holy shit, no way youâre actually agreeing to this. JJ hopes the shock doesn't show on his face.
âFriday works. The, uh, cell towers are down on The Cut so how âbout I just pick you up? Seven thirty sound good?â
âSure.â
You speak in a manner that tries to give the impression that this whole conversation is rather mundane to you. That you have Pogues asking you out every other hour, almost like a nine-to-five job.
âBut pick me up on the street outside, not in the driveway.â
JJ doesnât question it. Heâs not going to argue to your terms when heâs somehow landed a date with the hottest, goody-two-shoes kook in Kildare.
âAlright. On the street, Friday at seven thirty. Wear something pretty, yeah?â
Your brows quirk. âAny other demands?â
âYeah. Give me a fair chance?â JJ wonders, half-joking.
Your eyes flit from JJâs face, down his body, right to his toes, and back again. Smiling, sweet like cotton candy, you reply, âI think I can do that.â
His body goes ice cold. JJ nods, cementing the dates and times in his memory like heâs remembering nuclear launch codes.
âThen, I guess Iâll see you soon, princess."
âI guess so,â you say, returning the leftover fifties to your wallet. JJ pockets his fifty, gives one last pet to Ranger in farewell, and shows himself to the front door. As it shuts behind him, JJ leans against it. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. Then, he laughs. He laughs and laughs, mouth upturned in an astounded smile, and shakes his head.
âNo fucking way,â he mumbles to himself.
John B is not going to believe this. None of the Pogues are.
Rubbing at his face in disbelief, JJ repeats, âno fucking wayâ one last time before walking down the driveway. He spares one last glance at the house. Friday. Seven-thirty.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ has never been one to care all that much about his appearance. Half of his clothes have a hole in them somewhere, whether it be on the collar or in a pocket, and his hair is constantly tousled with salt-water from the sea. He isnât unclean though. He showers and shaves and washes his clothes (though perhaps not as much as he should). He doesnât think heâs bad looking, either. Lived experience shows that to be true, as heâs never struggled to land a date or hook-up. But thereâs something about you, something about this particular meeting, that has him turfing through his chest of drawers.
Heâs pretty sure heâs settled on an outfit. Itâs ironic that it looks almost thrown together when JJâs spent fifteen minutes obsessing over it. He washed his hair with shampoo and conditioner (that he stole from Kiara) and even used some hair wax to try and style it. Again, it probably looks the same as usual, but he feels better for it.
All the faffing leaves him running late. Itâs closer to 7:45 than 7:30 by the time JJ pulls up your road on his bike. Heâs aware of how loud the engine is in this area, rumbling as he slows to a stop. Youâre stood in the sidewalk, arms crossed anxiously over your chest, glancing up and down the street. As JJ approaches, your eyes fall on him and a nervous smile sparks to life. JJ bullshits himself by labelling his hammering heart as adrenaline from riding a dirt bike on Figure Eight. You push some of your hair behind your ear as you walk up to meet him halfway. Youâre practically glowing under the sunset sky, skin shiny with body butter like youâve been bathed in glitter. He shuts off the engine and sits back in the seat.
âYouâre late."
JJ cringes playfully. âMy bad?â
âMhm.â
You step over to him and linger by his bike. He quirks a brow. âYou hopping on?â
As your eyes survey the vehicle, JJ starts to grin, smug. âYou ever been on a bike before?â
âCourse,â you say, almost too quickly. âJustâŚNot one like this.â
JJ offers out a hand and you hesitate for a second before taking it. Grasping your hand in his, you climb onto the back of his bike. Your summer dress rides up as you do and you nervously tug it down. Then, your arms gently loop around his waist. Laughing, JJ shakes his head. He tightens your grip on him.
âGotta hold on tight or youâll fly off,â JJ remarks.
âPromise not to do anything stupid?â you say, voice thick with nerves.
JJ starts up the engine. âPrincess, I canât promise anything like that,â he grins. Looking over his shoulder, meeting your terrified eyes, he softens his smile. âBut I promise youâre safe.â
Your own smile battles through the queasy nervousness. JJ revs the engine and turns his head back to the road, and then he sets off. Your arms immediately latch tighter like a vice. It makes him laugh, and you mutter a meek âshut upâ in reply. Having you close like this; he can smell your perfume. Itâs expensive, encapsulating you like youâve been doused in it. Several bangle style bracelets lining your wrists press into his skin through his t-shirt, only slightly uncomfortable, and when he turns a corner, they shift and jangle melodically together.
Zipping down the roads of Figure Eight, JJ drags out the journey the same way he did walking Ranger back to your house. Gradually, mansions turn to shacks and quaint homes, and well-kept childrenâs parks into overgrown yards surrounded with chain-link fence.
He pulls down a dirt track, heading nearer to the marshland, and eventually comes to a stop. You catch your breath as he turns off the engine.
âFeeling alright?â he checks, glancing over his shoulder at you.
âYeah, Iâm alright,â you reply.
You look a little windswept. Instinctively, JJ reaches out a hand to brush some hair from your face. Embarrassed, you help, calming down your hair and fixing your appearance. Then you use JJâs shoulders as an anchor, climbing off his bike.
âSoâŚYou brought me out to middle of nowhereâŚâ you say, looking around.
JJ kicks on the stand and pulls the keys form the ignition. âScared?â
âShould I be?â
JJ chuckles, shaking his head. âCome on. I got something planned.â
He takes your hand, smiling to himself as you intertwine your fingers with his, and guides the two of you through the shrubs towards the water side. The P.M.S. Pogue sits moored in the marsh. A loan, if he helps John B clean out the chicken hut next week.
âNow, I know this probably ainât like all the fancy yachts you and your folks have,â JJ starts, walking up to the boat side. âBut I promise it runs like a dream.â
As he looks back to you, JJâs eyes shamelessly sweep along your figure. The dress youâre wearing is pastel green adorned with dainty flowers of white and ivy. It ends just past the point of tortuous on your legs. Youâre pretty as a vine and sweet like a grape, decorated with expensive jewellery. Pearl earrings and a Tiffany necklace. On your wrist, though, JJ finds a series of handmade friendship bracelets amongst your bangles. Theyâre made with shells and beads and tiny pendants of silver. Several rings sit pretty on your fingers.
Looking back to the boat, JJ pulls the ladder free with a grunt. It creaks from want of use: himself and the Pogues usually just climb inside or jump on from the jetty. âLadies first,â he says, offering out a hand.
You look between his hand and the ladder, and then something deterministic overcomes your face as you place your hands on lip of the boat. With a huff, you use whatever upper body strength you have to climb up. JJ stands, taken aback, and his eyes falls to your bare legs. Your toes are pointed, calve muscles tense and strong, and he can almost picture you in pointe ballet slippers. Amused, JJ lets you clamber up into the boat. Sighing, you correct your dress and jewellery before looking down at him.
âWell? You coming?â
JJ gives a small laugh before nodding. âYes, maâam.â
He climbs with significantly less difficulty than yourself, proudly flexing his muscles as he does, shameless in his peacocking. When he gets to his feet, he finds you staring. âLike what you see?â
Your face flushes. You try and play it off though. âJust checking if you needed a hand.â
JJ grins, playing along, and you roll your eyes and walk to the wheel of the boat. He follows, pulling the keys from his short pockets, and turns on the engine which sputters to life. You hold onto the side of the steering hold as JJ guides the two of you into the marsh.
âYou wanna steer?â he asks once youâre in wider waters.
You wordlessly step up and take the wheel. Itâs easy, guiding the boat along. JJ hovers behind you, testing the waters by placing a hand on your waist. You donât shrug him off. Soon enough, JJâs placing a hand back on the wheel and guiding you to a certain spot.
âI found this place a while ago,â he says over your shoulder as he steers. He can feel your gaze on him. Itâs terrifying, having you so close to him. God, he hopes it doesnât show. âBest stargazing spot in the whole county.â
He slows the engine to a shuddering stop and steps away to toss the anchor down. Itâs silent out in the water, asides from sea birds and marsh-side insects. Fish that break to the surface for a split-second disturb the water every now and then. Crickets and distant hooting owls. Itâs dark now, too. Everything painted in a dusky blue. JJ grabs the old blanket that he stole from the twinkie and lies it down on the nose of the boat.
âHere,â he calls.
You make your way over, accepting his hand as you step up. The two of you settle to lay side by side. JJ tucks his arms behind his head as a makeshift pillow. You stare at the sky, eyes falling open at the endless expanse.
âWoah.â
âPretty sick, right?â
âYeah,â you say, laughing quietly. âItâs awesome.â
JJ grins. Nailed it.
For a while, the two of you just stargaze. He can hear your breathing, steady and calm, and once more your perfume invades his senses. A bottle of the stuff probably cost more than his bike. That thought prompts him to break the silence. Sitting up, he looks down at you.
âAlright, I gotta ask,â he says.
You sit up on your elbows, curiosity piqued. It takes everything in JJ to keep his eyes trained on your face and not your chest.
âWhyâd you agree to go out with me?â
You smile, somewhat amused. Itâs like youâve been waiting for him to ask. âWell, thatâs an easy question.â
âOh, is it now?â
âMhm,â you grin, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Christ, youâre angelic. âRanger.â
âYour dog?â
âYep.â
âWhat? You kooks manage to translate what they bark about or something? He give you some words of wisdom?â
You laugh, shaking your head. Sitting up fully, your bracelets chime together. âHe liked you.â
âYeah?â JJ says, brows tugging together in confusion.
âRanger doesnât trust easy. Heâs a rescue and he practically chose me. The shelter people said he hadnât let anyone near him since arriving, but with me, he came running over, like he knew me or something. He likes men even less. He wonât let my daddy within five yards of him without barking and cowering. He wouldnât hurt you, but he gets scared and jumpy. But he seemed to like you. Seemed to trust you.â
âSo, that made you agree to go out with me?â JJ checks.
Shrugging, you simply reply, âdogs are the best judge of character, after all.â
Humming in thought, JJ looks out to the marsh as he considers what youâve said. Itâs a little hilarious that a runaway dog is the reason that heâs got you here, alone, on the P.M.S. Pogue.
âMy turn,â you say, seemingly initiating a game of twenty-one questions. JJ looks back to you. âWhyâd you ask me out?â
âPretty obvious. Youâre fucking gorgeous,â JJ replies.
Whilst your smile turns to mush, you roll your eyes and act as if youâre unaffected by his words. âSeriously, though. I didnât think I was your type.â
âSmoking hot girls? Nah, youâre pretty much my type to a T,â JJ goes on, charming smile in full view.
âWhat about Kiara?â
JJ gives a bemused smile. âWhat about Kie?â
âI know she hangs out with you guys. Weâre pretty different people, me and her.â
Itâs obvious that youâre far from low maintenance. You're proud of being a kook. You donât shy away from it: happy to show off your money and beauty. JJ doesnât get the sense that youâre haughty but it seems rather clear that you live your life to a certain standard.
JJ shrugs. âGuess thatâs why Iâm not dating her.â
âI know your reputation, you know. About all the girls you hook-up with and stuff.â
âOh. You jealous or something?â
âNo,â you say. Voice turning softer, you continue. âBut I feel like I should to tell you that Iâm not the kind of girl who has a lot of hook-ups. Or the kind who puts out on the first date.â When JJ doesnât say anything, you feel the need to add, âjust, before you get your hopes up.â
Pursing his lips, JJ nods slowly. He had a feeling that was going to be the case. You werenât exactly known in the community for being particularly flirtatious. Hell, he wasnât sure heâd ever known any guy to date you. From the way you spoke, careful with your words, and the way you acted, you were almost made of solid gold: pure through and through. So, having you take sex off the table for the foreseeable future didnât exactly blind-side JJ. That to say, if you had offered it up, he would have jumped at the opportunity. God, heâs half sure heâd die if he ever saw you naked.
He could be a gentleman, though. He could. Something about you had JJ entranced outside of just the physical. So, if a hook-up wasnât in the cards, maybe getting to know you might be all the better.
Heâll just have to learn to keep his eyes and his dick to himself.
Sighing, JJ lowers himself to lay down again. This time, he only tucks one arm behind his head. The other, he outstretches into your expanse of the blanket.
âAlright, princess. I think I can live with that,â he says.
Seemingly content with his reply, you lay back down, resting your head in the nook of his arm.
âItâs your turn,â you quietly say after a momentâs quiet.
âTo do what?â
âAsk a question.â
JJ filters through the many in his mind, tucking the inappropriate ones away for a later date, and finally settles. âAlright. Was Ranger the only reason you agreed to go on a date with me?â
You let out a small tuneful hum of contemplation. âNo. I wanted to see what you were like.â
âOh?â
âI mean, Iâve seen you around the island and heard the stories. I suppose I wanted to know for myself,â you say. âPlus, I always do what Iâm supposed to do. I guess I wanted to do the opposite, for a change.â
âRebelling against your dear old daddy with the derelict from the Cut?â JJ jokingly asks.
âHmm. Something like that,â you say, playing along. You turn your head to the side and meet JJ's eyes. âYouâre just a pawn in my game, Maybank.â
JJâs too sucker-punched from that to come up with something witty in reply. Thereâs a foreign thump in his chest and a selcouth feeling in the back of his throat as you look at him. JJ swallows it away, returning his attention to the star-lit sky.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ revels in the miracle that he landed a second date with you as he fixes his hair in John Bâs bathroom mirror. His best friend sits on the closed toilet lid, watching him.
âI canât believe youâre seeing her again,â John B says for the millionth time.
JJ grins at his reflection. âI know.â
âI mean, what do you guys even talk about?â JB continues, face contorted in confusion.
JJ shrugs. âI donât know. We just spent the other night talking about all sorts, really.â
âAnd youâre sure she isnât being paid to go out with you?â
âMaybe the first time, but not this time, no,â JJ replies. He stops messing with his hair. Licks over his teeth, checking for trapped food, and dusts of his t-shirt. Looking to his friend, JJ asks, âhow do I look?â
John B barely takes his appearance in before saying, âlike sheâs out of your league.â
âCome on, man,â JJ groans, shoving his best friendâs shoulder. He leaves the bathroom, John B hot on his tail. âYouâre just jealous.â
âJealous?â
âYeah. That Iâm macking on a kook and you ainât,â JJ tells him. Opening the fridge, he tosses a beer to John B before taking one for himself. âI know youâve had a thing for Sarah Cameron since we were kids.â
âNo,â John B quickly says, shaking his head. âNo, no, I do not have âa thingâ for Sarah Cameron.â
âJB, youâre a terrible liar,â JJ sighs. He takes a sip of his drink. Liquid confidence. Eyes glancing up to the clock hung on the chateauâs kitchen wall, he reckons he has about five minutes before he should leave for your house.
âSo, seriously: what is this? Why this new flavour of the month?â John B grills.
JJ shrugs. âI dunno man. Sheâs justâŚSheâs cute. And hot. And rich, and easy to talk to, and kinda funny, and, oh did I mention, rich as fuck. I donât see any downsides, really.â
âMhm, well, I do,â John B gladly counters. âSheâs a kook.â
âYeah, but sheâs not like a kook kook. Kinda like how Kiaraâs a kook,â JJ argues.
John B looks bewildered. âShe is nothing like Kiara.â
âAlright, not in personality or looks or actual money, but in general kook-ness.â
âAll Iâm saying is that if you think this thing has a long shelf-life, youâre way more crazy than I thought you were,â John B says.
JJ doesnât reply. Downing the rest of his can, he tosses it at the trash can (dismally misses) and heads for the front door. As he goes, he taps John B on the shoulder in a brotherly fashion.
âNice to know youâre rooting for me, man,â he jovially says in farewell.
Then, heâs heading down the porch steps, climbing onto his bike, and setting sights for your house for the fourth time in his life.
Your house stands like a castle in the streets. JJ practically sees the driveway as a crocodile infested moat. He waits on the street at the foot of the driveway for you, arriving in time to see you make your way down the drive. Youâre dressed in Levi shorts and a Tommy Hilfiger shirt, designer sandals on your decorated feet with anklets and toe rings. JJ sits back on his seat, engine running, and finds himself grinning as you smile at him. When did that start to happen?
âNot late this time, huh?â you playfully say.
âLearnt my lesson.â
You donât hesitate as you climb on the back of his bike. You wrap your arms around his stomach, fingers splaying out across his chest over his t-shirt. JJ revs the engine.
âReady?â
âHell yeah.â
Grinning, JJ sets off down the street.
Once again, youâd left the plans in JJâs hands. It was a little surreal to him, how trusting you were of him. Might be a place of concern, even. But, hey, JJ will take the win.
Itâs still light when you get to the cliffside. From here, the view is incredible. An orange-pink sky that looks like it might taste of tangerine and peach hangs above a rolling sea. The view stretches on for miles, with the mainland off along the horizon.
JJ admires you as you stand in breeze, looking out at the view. You turn to face him.
âWhy does every place I let you take me get more and more concerning every time?â
âWeâre going cliff jumping,â is JJâs reply. Â
Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your head. âThatâs called suicide, JJ.â
âNah, not here,â he says, shaking his head. He grabs your hand and tries to coax you nearer to the edge so you can see the drop. âWaterâs plenty deep and cliffâs plenty high. Itâs fun.â
You catch on that heâs not joking. Laughing nervously, you shake your head and take several large steps back to safety. âNo, no, no.â
âCome on! Itâs fun!â JJ swears.
Your smile begins to fade and your head shakes faster. âNo way. I donât doâŚThat. And Iâll ruin my hair. And what about my jewellery?â
âYou can take off your jewellery,â JJ argues, walking towards you, âand your hairâll look good either way.â
âEasy for you to say,â you snort, eyeing him up as your arms cross over your chest. âYouâre a guy.â
âFirst of all: rude.â
JJ tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. Your eyes instinctively glance down at his chest. JJ doesnât bother hiding his smirk.
âSecond of all: live a little, princess.â
You scoff. âI live plenty, thank you.â
âOh really?â
âYes. Really. Have you ever been to Paris? Seen the Eiffel tower? Been in the catacombs? Or gone to Italy and tasted wine fresh from a vineyard?â
JJ raises a brow, sarcastic as he says, âyeah, every Tuesday. Now come on.â
He grabs for your wrist, tugging you towards him. You donât push him away as he lifts his fingers to the clasp of your necklace, only momentarily struggling to get it loose. He gently places it on top of his t-shirt, and soon your many rings follow. You lean down and take off your toe rings and anklets, and then your earrings. The handmade bracelets stay, though. Standing upright, you take a shaky breath.
âLook, you donât have to,â JJ quietly says. He can see the fear clear as day on your face. But you shake your head, newly determined by his offer of an out. Clearly you donât like having your bluff called.
JJâs eyes nearly fall out of his head as you pull your shirt off. He doesnât even have time to recover before your wriggling out of your shorts, stepping out of them and carelessly tossing them onto the pile of clothes and accessories like you got them from a bargain bin at a thrift store. Stepping out of your sandals, standing proud in matching Calvin Klein underwear, you grab his hand and interlock your fingers, guiding the two of you to the cliffside. As you pull him into motion, JJ comes out of his filthy thoughts, mouth dry.
You come to a sudden stop a safe three feet away from the edge. JJâs done this too many times to count but the adrenaline that floods the system before the first jump shocks him every time like a cold plunge. You gnaw on your lower lip in trepidation. JJ squeezes your fingers, mutters your name, and captures your attention.
âYou trust me?â
Your beautiful eyes dance across his face. JJ almost sees you go calm, like a baby soothed by its favourite nursery rhyme. It seems that his question, as simple as it is, made something click in your mind.
âYeah,â you breathe, as if realising it in the moment. âI do.â
With that, JJ gives one last squeeze to your hand and a fleeting smile, and then he starts running towards the cliffside. You run too, only a step behind, and the two of you hurl yourselves off the edge at the same time. Your scream echoes in the wind as air rushes past JJâs ears. He whoops on his way down. The two of you pummel down towards the water, your hand never leaving his until you reach the surface. His eyes press shut and he prepares for impact as he crashes into the depths. The water is cold but not icy â it cools his skin comfortably. Everything goes quiet in the water, mellowed out and muted. JJ pushes to the surface and takes a breath of air, shoving wet hair off his face. As he looks around, treading water in the currents, he feels the adrenaline rise once more when he canât find you.
JJ starts calling out your name, looking left and right and left again. Just as heâs about to dive under, you break. He gasps out in relief.
The minute your eyes open, they land on him. Then, the biggest smile heâs ever seen comes over your face. It etches itself on his brain with permanent marker. JJ could be senile and decrepit and still remember that look on your face.
âThat was amazing!â you scream, throwing your hands up, spraying water everywhere. âOh my God! We have to do that again!â
JJ laughs, soaking in your joy.
Itâs weird seeing you, wet and without all your dressings. Itâs like seeing a priceless painting outside of its frame: it makes it somehow even more beautiful. The setting sun warms your wet skin as you throw your head back, eyes shut, grinning like a mad man. JJ wants to seal this moment in resin and place it on his mantle as a keepsake.
You make JJ climb up that cliff and jump into the ocean about five times over, until the sun has almost fully set and you canât risk the dark. As it slowly inches down and down towards the horizon, you and JJ sit side by side on the grass. Your hand is so close to his, fingers reaching out like growing ivy, teasing at making contact. The moment the jumping was done, youâd returned all your jewellery to your body. It sparkles with the damp. As his eyes drift down from your profile to your figure, he picks up on those handmade bracelets again.
âWhatâs with the friendship bracelets?â JJ asks.
You look down at them then up at JJ. âI make them.â
âWhy?â
Laughing, you shrug. âI donât know. Why does anyone do anything?â
âDo you sell them?â
âNo,â you say, messing with one. âI just enjoy doing it. I make them for my friends.â
âThatâs sweet,â JJ hums, looking back out to the view.
âWhat about your shark tooth necklace? Someone make that for you?â you ask.
JJ glances down at it. âMy ma. She used to collect shark teeth that washed up on the beach.â
âWell, sheâs pretty talented,â you smile. âMaybe she can make one for me, one day.â
JJ swallows thickly, jaw ticking tight. âShe, uh, ain't around anymore.â
âOhâŚI'm sorry.â
âItâs alright. You didnât know.â
The awkward quiet that comes passes like a summer breeze. Sighing contentedly, the two of you watch as the world gets darker and darker, and the sun gets lower and lower.
âSo, how are you finding it?â
âFinding what?â you ask.
JJ gestures to himself, to everything around him. âThis. Pogue-life. Rebelling against your dad. Not doing as youâre told.â
You laugh, shaking your head. JJ watches as you pull your knees up to your chest, sitting dainty as a robin balanced on a branch. Tucking some hair behind your ears, you look out to the horizon as if caught in a daydream. A solemn look threatens to cross your face as you say, âitâs making me realise just how much Iâve been missing out on.â
And thatâŚJJ wasnât expecting that. He was expecting one of your usual playful jabs, soaked in sarcasm. Not that. It makes you more human and less Kook. More real. More attainable, even, for JJ. Itâs like with every minute he spends in your orbit, he gets closer and closer to you. But everyone knows the story of Icarus, and what happens when you fly too close to the sun. Â
~*~*~*~*~*~*
By the fourth date, JJâs practically foaming at the mouth, feral from restraint.
He still hadnât kissed you. Hadnât had the opportunity. Youâd kept teasing him with it, temporarily placing it on the table before taking it away. He knew he had to go about this carefully. One wrong move and he could screw up all his hard work and send you off running.
What surprised JJ more than most was the fact that feeling your body under him was one of the lowest ranking motivators to spend time with you. Donât get it twisted â it was still a pretty bloody strong motivator â but JJ wanted to know you and be known by you. You were interesting and captivating, and caring and kind. You were funny and had this sweet sense of humour that glimmered through from time to time, like a kaleidoscope hanging from a window-frame. With every minute in your company, his prejudice of Kooks was dismantled piece by piece. One run in with Rafe or Topper and it would probably be rekindled ten-fold, but for now, JJ learnt to see past it. You were a little out of touch but you didnât act like you were better than him. Then again, he hadnât taken you to his house or the Chateau yet. He kept the dates on common ground, where he never felt out of his depths or wallowing within them.
You hit like a crisp, ice-cold beer on the hottest day of summer. More intoxicating than any blunt heâs ever smoked, or any line heâs ever snorted. Light like a feather in how you move, soft like rain and driven like fresh laid snow. You had hijacked nearly all of JJâs thoughts, in one way or another, and it fucking terrified him.
âSo, I went for white and pastel blue. I think theyâre cute. What do you think?â
You hold your fingers out for JJ to inspect your nails. JJ couldnât care less about nails â half the time, his are dirtied with mud and oil â but you care an awful lot, so he can pretend. To be honest, he had only been half-listening to your story. His eyes had been fixated on your lips, daydreaming about how theyâd feed against his own, how soft they might be as he nips at them with his teeth, how wet they might be if he were to slip his dick between themâŚ
âJJ?â
He blinks out of his gutter-brain and takes in your nails.
âTheyâre pretty. I like the, uh, sheen on them,â he says.
You practically become alight with the comment. It feels like another brownie point that he can tally. Bringing them to your gaze, you nod fervently. âRight? Iâve never gotten metallic powder on them but I think I like it.â
With that, you sigh and lay back on your towel. The two of you are at the beach and have been since two in the afternoon. Itâs now nearly seven in the evening. JJ thinks youâre at your prettiest in the golden hour. Itâs like God himself is shining a spotlight on you, highlighting every perfection of your features. The way your designer jewellery twinkles in the rays, the sun-kissed sheen of your cheeks, the ethereal-like glow of your eyesâŚItâs taking everything not to look at your body, proudly displayed in a bikini. Itâs blue. It seems you like blue an awful lot.
JJ distracts himself from your figure and his tightening swim shorts by petting Ranger. Heâd tagged along for the day and is currently napping in the sun. Youâd brought plenty of water and dog snacks to keep him going. JJ had supplied the seltzers and bag of chips for the two of you. Heâd noted how youâd been making one can last for about two hours. He wondered if youâd been tipsy before, or drunk even.
When he looks back to you, eyes sweeping up your sand-scattered stomach, he finds you threading the seashells youâd been collecting throughout the day on string. Youâd brought a little kit with you in your bag and had spent the last three hours making jewellery on and off whilst talking to JJ. You lay in a sea of designer accessories â Ray Ban sunglasses, Dior lip-gloss, Clinique sunscreen â as you craft.
âThatâs coming together nice,â he comments.
You glance up to meet his eyes, smiling. âItâs for you.â
âMe?â
âMhm. Need to check if it fits, actually,â you mumble, shifting onto your knees.
JJ willingly holds out a wrist for you as you coil it around. It looks hilariously dainty on his built form. Seashells and blue and white and silver beads. Then he notices the small letters youâd interwoven into the design. JJ. His heart makes that awful, jarring tug again. JJ canât decide he likes this effect you have on him.
âPerfect,â you say.
You tie it off and fasten it around his wrist. He shakes his arm out a little to check its fit. Youâre right: itâs perfect.
The moment your eyes glance up from his arm, meeting his, JJ forgets all his manners. He takes your face in one hand and presses his lips to yours. You let out a gasp as he does, hands coming up to press at his shoulders, pushing him off.
âWhat are you doing?â you gasp, fingers flying up to your lips. Â
His heart is loud in his ears, hammering like heâs thirteen and having his first kiss all over again. In the deafening beat of it, he dumbly replies, âkissing you?â
âWell, you canât just kiss me,â you say, almost offended. âYou have to ask first.â
âAlrightâŚCan I kiss you?â
Your eyes are like raging storms as you stare at him. Anyone would have thought from your expression that he just asked to take you roughly in the streets. Trying to calm yourself with a drawn-out breath, you cock your head.
âWhy should you?â
JJ frowns. âWhat?â
âWhy should I let you kiss me?â
Now usually, JJ would be pissed. Annoyed and impatient, and would get up and leave and never look back. But for you, he canât find it in him. No, itâs all offset by that same damn curiosity that got him here in the first place. Youâre like an enigma. A blackhole. He wants desperately to know more, to understand, but is terrified of being sucked in completely. Terrified of what it might all mean.
So, JJ deliberates your question. âCause you like me?â
âI do?â you ask, quirking your brows.
You must. You wouldnât have stuck around for this long if you didnât. Wouldnât have handmade a bracelet. So, he nods, feeling his confidence grow like the swell of a wave.
âYeah, you do. I think you like what I bring out of you.â
âMaking a lot of assumptions here, Maybank,â you practically warn. But the anger is gone. Gives him hope that heâs on the right track. JJ tries and fails to bite back his smile.
âMaybe,â he says. âBut itâs only cause I feel the same way.â
When you donât speak, he takes it as a cue to continue. As he goes on, his heart shudders with the anxiety that vulnerability brings.
âI like the way I am around you. I like how you make me feel. I like talking to you, and I like hearing you talk. You just have this way of speaking thatâsâŚIt just makes everything feel like itâs good. Everythingâll be good.â
Something in what heâs said seems to take you aback. You blink a few times, lips parting as you sit, looking at him all the while. He hopes that if your thoughts are still set on the idea that heâs in this for nothing more than a lay, heâs just proved that wrong. He supposes with his reputation on the island amongst the youngsters, he canât be all that surprised if that was what you had thought. But surely, after spending so many hours in your company, doing nothing asides from talking and innocently touching, you had seen past that. Didnât you say that you wanted to get to know him, to see him for yourself?
âDo you mean that?â you quietly ask. Itâs almost sad, the tone of your voice and the look on your face, like nobodyâs ever said something like that to you before. JJ swallows the sick feeling that it brings.
He nods. âYeah. I do.â
Slowly, a smile blossoms on your face like the first budding flower of spring. With a small, slight nod, you tell him, barely louder than a whisper, âyou can kiss me now.â
JJ does so gladly. But heâs careful with it this time, makes it count. He sweeps one hand from your shoulder, up against your collarbones, until it cups your jaw gently. Tilting your head just-so, he leans forward and pauses just a breadth before your lips. And then, he kisses you. Itâs soft and sweet and different to the usual blind-haze rush that JJ finds himself in when making out. The pacing to it makes it almost sensual. The feeling the kiss brings is alien to JJ; he canât quite place a name to it.
One of your hands finds home on his jaw, exploring his skin, fingers looping into the hair on the back of his neck. When he coaxes your mouth open with his tongue, you sigh gently against his lips.
As the two of you kiss on the beach, that new-found sensation in JJâs chest intensifies, and then it dawns upon him - this new feeling that your kiss brings. Different from lust and libido.
His eyes fly open. Stomach plummets through the sand.
JJ Maybank is falling in love with you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
As the summer stretched on, JJ realised heâd spent most of June in your company, growing closer and closer. It felt natural now to have your hand intertwined with his. JJ can hardly remember a time when wasnât talking to you, or talking about you, or thinking of you, or organising his days around meeting you. He knew what it meant, what all of it meant, and this impending feeling of something grew with every word passed and every kiss shared. It almost felt like he was watching a sand-timer. Seeing each grain slip by, counting down until the inevitable end, just like most things in his life did.
He'd introduced you to the Pogues upon everyoneâs insistence, including your own. John B was still in disbelief that JJ had managed to keep you around for as long as he had. Pope, on the other hand, was practically suspicious of it. It was as if he needed the cold, hard evidence for proof that JJ wasnât spinning yarns. Kiara had of course jumped at the opportunity to gloat about the âgood karmaâ sheâd bestowed upon JJ, by encouraging him to return Ranger to you. When sheâd met you, sheâd be apprehensive. Distrusting of your Kook status, having known you more than the others from attending Kook Academy with you. But JJ was sure sheâd warm up, bit by bit. It helped that you wanted to try new things. You wanted to try the whole Pogue lifestyle. You let JJ take you surfing and begged to try his bike out. You let John B teach you to fish and wrestled Pope on nights spent around the campfire. Youâd share seltzers with Kiara and sang along whenever she played the uke. And, oh, of course you could sing. Youâd had lessons, you see, as you had with practically every other extra circular on earth. Piano, violin, ballet, tapâŚShit, it was like you were collecting PokĂŠmon or something. Â
In fact, it scared JJ how easy it was to pick up on the little details about you. It was like collecting stones on the beach: before you know it, your pockets are weighing you down, filled with tiny little pebbles. You were a fruity girl: cocktails and sangria and wine and seltzers â never beer. You werenât a heavy drinker. Didnât partake in shots apart from Cherry Bombs. You preferred sweet over salty; always took creamer and syrup in your coffee, in that order; rom coms from the nineties and noughties were your kryptonite, and you loathed fast and furious; skirts before shorts; Tiffany before Pandora; lip gloss over lip stick. God, the tingly sensation from plumping lip gloss was all too familiar to JJ now, from having it smear off your mouth to his.
After the kiss on the beach, mouths and hands had only continued to wander. Itâs like JJâs admission that this was more than just trying to score you for sex was the passcode to open you up. You werenât prudish. In fact, when JJ met you, he was half certain that maybe you were a virgin. But noâŚnow he found that very hard to believe.
Saying all that, it still felt bizarre to be seen out in public with you. It wasnât a secret, had never been really, but JJ remained surprised at how willing you were to take his hand in public. To be seen with him by everyone in the County. It was like you wanted to show him off, parade him around like he was something special, like one of your many Prada purses. It almost made JJ want to question if you had ulterior motives.
âYou wanna just split a portion of fries?â JJ asks, looking at The Wreckâs menu. You were there for lunch.
You hum in thought. âMaybe. I want mac and cheese though.â
âWe can get that, too. I mean, youâre paying, right?â
You prod him under the table with your foot. He gives a playful laugh, grinning childishly. Heâd started calling you his sugar mommy since you had to pay for gas when his card got declined. It softened the sting of embarrassment that came with being broke, especially when compared to you. I mean, even now, he sits in a thrifted t-shirt, the decal on the chest nearly faded with how much it had been worn and washed, whilst youâre in your new threads. Dior threads, for that matter.
âHiya. You guys ready to order?â the waitress asks.
JJ glances up from the menu and shit. Shit shit shit. The minute his eyes meet hers, recognition dawns upon her. Itâs weird seeing this girl â Lily, he thinks her name is â from this angle. Last time theyâd seen each other, sheâd been laying underneath himâŚ
Youâre thankfully blissfully unaware, eyes trained on the menu.
âJJ. Long time no see.â
With that, your head darts up. Great.
âHeyâŚLily. How are you?â
At least luck is partly on his side: he got her name right. She places a hand on his waist. âFine, thanks. Been a while since Iâve seen you around.â
âIâve been busy,â JJ says.
âI bet. Remember a time when you were busy with other thingsâŚâ
Her tone speaks volumes, as do her eyes as she surveys his body, smiling flirtatiously.
Suddenly, your hand is extending across the table, towards Lily. JJ looks to you to find a sickly, sweet smile on your face.
âI donât think weâve met before,â you say, voice honied. She shakes your hand as you introduce yourself. âYou know JJ?â
âWe have aâŚhistory, of sorts,â Lily replies.
âOh. Well, any friend of JJâs is a friend of mine.â
Looking to JJ, thereâs an emotion in your eyes that heâs never seen before. Itâs terrifying and sexy as hell. Raising a hand, your fingers leisurely splay across the expanse of JJâs shoulder, manicured nails digging-in only so. Not enough to cause damage but enough to make a point. Enough to mark your territory.
âBabe? Can you order for me?â
âUh, course,â JJ says, clearing his throat.
Looking down at the menu, eyes not even fixating on any of the words, JJ reals of an order. Lily scribbles it down, takes the menus, and leaves without another word. The minute sheâs out of sight, you drop the act, hand unlatching from his body. JJ raises his brows, holding back his laugh as he turns to you.
"What a bitch," you mutter. You wash away your words with a sip of your water.
âDidnât take you as the jealous type.â
âYeah, well, some girls need to learn when to shut their traps,â you lowly return. Sighing, you close your eyes and shake your head. âSorry. That wasnât very girls-girl of me.â
âMm. If only your daddy could hear you now,â JJ adds, sighing disapprovingly.
You shoot him an unimpressed glare. JJ brings his glass to his lips, having a sip of his water.
âYou sleep with her?â
JJ chokes and coughs. âJesus. Straight shooter."
âBetter not be talking about yourself there, Maybank.â
JJ laughs, putting his cup down. Looking to you, he shrugs. âYeah. LikeâŚthree months ago, alright? It was before we met.â
âMhm. You sleep with anyone since we met?â you wonder.
JJ canât place your tone but something tells him that this question will make or break him. Thankfully, there isnât even a need to lie. âNo.â
âYou swear?â
âScoutâs honour,â he says, lifting three fingers whilst simultaneously marking his heart with a cross. âShit, I donât want you to claw my eyes out. Or any other girls, for that matter.â
You shove his shoulder gently, smile creeping back to your lips. âShut up. Like Iâd ever. The Bible frowns upon it.â
âWhat about âan eye for an eyeâ?â
âOoh. Somebody went to Sunday School,â you tease.
âYeah, just so I could gawk at you,â he smoothly returns, winking for good measure. With that, JJ knows heâs back in your good books.
When Lily brings the food over, she doesnât try to strike up any conversation. Dare JJ say, she looks terrified to be within a foot of the table. JJ knew you had an edge but this is different. This possessiveness, this proprietorial energy that came over youâŚFuck, he knows whatâs the newest addition to his wank-bank.
The two of you eat, talking about what you should do tomorrow (because, of course, heâll spend tomorrow with you) and then JJ desperately tries to give constructive feedback to your latest Pinterest board of hairstyle inspiration. He gets up to pay. Itâll probably cost half his wage but itâs worth it. I mean, this meal is pretty dismal compared to the feasts youâre used to, but you never complain. Saying that, it doesnât go unnoticed that when itâs on your dime, youâre far more willing to get a lemonade and a dessert. When itâs JJ paying, you say youâre happy with tap water and splitting a side. Itâs mildly mortifying.
Lily is stood at the counter. âReady to pay?â
âTell me the damage,â is JJâs reply.
âTwenty dollars thirty,â she says, punching buttons on the register.
JJâs stomach twists. Fuck, he hopes his card doesnât decline. She holds out the machine for him and he swipes his card.
âHow long has that been going on then?â Lily asks.
JJ follows her gaze to you. Youâre sat at the table, reapplying Dior lip gloss with an Armani compact mirror. Heâs half convinced that if anything bought from Target touched your skin you might implode.
âBout a month,â he says.
âHm. Never took her as one to venture out of Figure Eight.â
âNever took you as one to judge random people,â JJ counters, anger ticking with her unneeded commentary.
âIâm just saying. Sheâs a Kook, JJ.â
âDid it go through?â he asks, cutting the conversation short.
Lily sighs, looking down at the card machine. Nodding, she goes to get his receipt. But before she hands it over, she feels the need to add, âjustâŚmaybe ask yourself what sheâs getting out of this? Girls like thatâŚTheyâre sneaky. Just, watch your back.â
JJ takes the receipt hastily and walks off before he canât bite his tongue any longer. As much as it pisses him off to hear someone who doesnât even know you talk like that, there was a sincerity to Lilyâs voice that speaks to JJâs insecurities. Massages them. It certainly doesnât help that the minute JJ arrives back at the table, you ask, âdid you have enough?â
JJ hates how the rest of the day, that one interaction â that one moment â at the Wreck keeps him disconnected from you. Anytime you ask whatâs wrong, itâs the same excuse: âIâm just tired, sâall.â But whenever thereâs a second for thought, Lilyâs voice echoes around his head.
Ask yourself what sheâs getting out of this.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
âHow in the hell do you not get lost in this place?â JJ asks you as you wander through your house.
âI donât know,â you shrug. âI grew up here.â
Itâs laughable, the difference of JJâs house to yours. Heâs never taken you to his home; kept your dates and hangouts to the Chateau or the Twinkie, or anywhere but his house. Heâs half-certain that you might just dip if you saw the state that he lives in. Plus, he canât risk his dad showing up and meeting you. Heâd hate you â the same way he hated most people â and again, youâd be gone in a second. In fact, as more time passes, JJ realises more and more that heâs got an eye on the door, waiting for you to walk through it without a second glance.
âYou want some tea?â you ask. JJ shrugs his yes. Heâs never tried it before but no time like the present, right?
You guide the two of you to the kitchen. As you pass by room after room, JJ nervously glances around. âSo, uhâŚYour dad or mom home, or?â
âRelax, Maybank,â you grin. âTheyâre on a cruise. They donât get back until Tuesday.â
âOh, cool, cool. I mean, I ain't have been bothered if they were home.â
You bark out a laugh. Opening a kitchen cupboard, you talk as you retrieve two mugs. âOh really? So you havenât been avoiding my house like the plague because of my parents?â
JJ rolls his eyes. Busted. You go to heat up the water, grabbing two fruit tea bags and depositing them in each mug. JJ looks around the kitchen, searching for a certain dog. As if you can hear his thoughts, you say, âRangerâs in the sunroom. If you call him, heâll probably come.â
So, JJ does just that. Sure enough, Ranger trudges through the house and into the kitchen, tail wagging. He looks as if heâs just woken up from a nap. JJ grins, watching as his energy returns the moment he sets eyes on yourself and JJ, and the blonde-haired boy falls to his knees, arms outstretched. God, he missed this old fart of a dog.
âWhy donât you bring him along to the Chateau more?â
âWhere would he ride? We always take your bike,â you laugh.
âProbably for the best, anyway. John B would definitely try and steal him,â JJ mumbles.
âOh, and you wouldnât?â
Insecurity picks at JJ like a scab. âWhat does that mean?â
You quirk a brow, unaware of the almost offence caused. âJJ, you would pick that dog over me in a heartbeat, if it came down to it.â
Of course. Of course you were talking about the dog, and not making some dig about his family reputation, or his sticky fingers. Shit, itâs like ever since that day at the Wreck, his insecurities had tripled in size and volume. Every time you looked at him, JJ wasnât sure if you were passing judgement and he hated himself for it: for becoming so suspicious of you, when youâd done nothing to warrant it. But he couldnât help it. It was like a reflex.
Once the tea is made and Rangerâs retired back in another sunny patch to sleep, the two of you head upstairs to your bedroom. JJ began to recount the story of the Grady White discovery and the Motel Room after the last hurricaneâs end. Heâs half certain that you donât fully believe him.
âSo, what did you find in the motel room?â you ask, pushing open your bedroom door.
âIt was fucking crazy! Like a shit ton of money and this weird map. Oh, yeah, andâŚâ JJ ditches his backpack by the foot of your bed and unzips it. Proud as a Superbowl jock, he presents the gun he stole. âThis.â
Your mouth drops open. You place the two mugs of tea on your desk (on coasters, because of course) and reach out for it. JJ frowns and holds it out of your reach.
âLet me hold it.â
This reaction, out of all the reactions, was the one he expected the least. âNo way.â
âCome on!â
âNu-uh. Youâll shoot my dick off."
Rolling your eyes, you quip, âwouldnât that be a gift for mankind? Come on!â
Sighing, he relents. Double checks the safety is on before passing the gun to you. You hold it like itâs a priceless artefact or a Louboutin heel (both as equal in value to yourself).
âItâs heavier than I thought,â you mumble, inspecting it.
Is it bad that JJ thinks you look unbelievably hot holding a gun right now? Probably. He can address that later in life when he eventually winds up in therapy.
âYeah, these things are the shit,â JJ boasts, taking it back. He pretends to aim with it, gun pointed directly at one of your bears. At your scolding he puts it away again. âAnyway, now we got this dumb ass compass. JB thinks itâs got a clue in it, but Iâm not so sure.â
JJ accepts the tea that you offer him as the two of you take perch on your bed, you at the foot and him at the head. You sit cross legged, nodding along to his tale, interested. JJâs not entirely sure why heâs telling you this, especially when he was so adamant that the Pogues keep it on the down low, but something in him tells him that itâs okay for you to know. Useful, even, though he has no idea how. When he wraps up the story, he takes in your room. Itâs just as he pictured it to be. Immaculately clean, psychopath level organised, decorated with brand after brand, China-white and pastel blue detailing every turn of the head. Looking back to you, he sniggers.
âYou look like a witch right now.â
You take in the way youâre sitting and laugh, making a point to cradle your mug of tea between two hands. God, youâre adorable. The years of ballet have paid off: your back is straight as an arrow. The two of you sit in comfortable silence as you sip your tea. Outside, you can hear the sounds of nature pass by. Thereâs something understated and special about spending time with someone without feeling the need to fill the gaps. JustâŚexisting. As JJ finishes his tea, you nod to his empty mug.
âWant me to read your tea leaves?â you ask.
JJ eyes you up, entertained. âNo way you know how to do that.â
âCourse I do. Here.â
You put your mug down on the windowsill and hold out a hand out for his. He passes you the empty mug and leans back against the cushioned headboard. Hell, if he had a bed like this, heâd never leave. You hum in deep contemplative thought as you look into the mug. Eyebrows knitting together, lips pursing, you study the scraps of tea leaves intently. JJ tries to stifle his laughs. Itâs clearly a ploy. He can see right through the act.
âAh, wellâŚThese are very good leaves,â you suddenly announce.
JJ plays along. âOh, really?â
âMhm. Yeah, yeah, I see a great fortune in your future,â you tell him. A glance up to his face, stupid grin on your lips, and then back to the mug. âMhm. Yep, I see aâŚA boat.â
âOh yeah? A Grady White by any chance?â JJ jests.
âOh, no. This thingâŚItâs like the titanic. Big ship.â
âYou have a way with words, princess.â
âAnd! A rainforest! And stones!â
âAlright, this teaâs gone to your head,â JJ laughs, reaching over for his mug.
You giggle as he takes it back, ditching it half-arsed on the bedside table so he can drag you to him by your forearms. Half tumbling forward, your hands ungainly catch yourself on his sturdy frame. Youâre still laughing as he kisses you. JJ smiles against your mouth.
âIâm telling you,â you manage out through kisses and giggles. âYouâre gonna be very fortunate in your future.â
âMm, Iâm fortunate now,â JJ replies, chasing your lips.
He uses a hand to hoist you further into his lap. You finally find purchase, a hand sliding along his neck, tantalisingly slow and smooth. As JJâs lips creep along your jaw and inch down your neck, you lean your head, giving him more and more canvas to work with.
âIâm very lucky, you know,â you say, sounding short of breath.
JJ just hums. He continues his tapestry of love bites and kisses as you ramble on. He loves how soft it is with you; how thereâs time for pause, for thought, for laughter. Itâs the polar opposite to what he knows. Frenzied hands and sex in a timeframe. The patience of sex with you isnât without heat, though. It isnât like a married couple who can hardly remember what they liked about one another, chasing a high before drifting off to sleep. No, itâs like how people take time to pray. Like how musicians fawn over their music for hours, bit by bit, until perfection. So, JJ revels in your half-meaningful speech, slurred like youâre drunk despite being stone-cold sober, as he gently eases your cardigan off your shoulders.
âEvery dance team Iâve been on, weâve wonâŚâ
As JJâs lips descend to your chest, you sigh. Fingers tightening just-so in his hair, spurring him on. One of his hands stays placed on your hip, a thumb rubbing circles on your exposed waist.
âProbably just âcause youâre a good dancer,â JJ mumbles against your skin.
âNot just that, though,â you muse. âIâm a good luck charm, Iâm telling you. Nothing bad ever happens to the people around me. Iâm lucky.â
Whatever you say, JJ thinks as he unhooks your bra. You help guide it off, sitting back against JJâs thighs and lifting a perfectly manicured hand to his jaw. Your skin is soft like Mother of Pearl. Not a single cut or nick. Guiding his face up until his gaze meets yours, you lean down and press your lips to his. Thereâs no more laughter and no more silly stories. Thereâs no room in JJâs brain to conjure anything other than thoughts of you. Your hair and your skin and your perfume and your nails and you. God, he wants to consume you. Breathe you in like vapour, soak you up like sunlight, feel you like the weather, all over him.
Nobodyâs prettier than you.
Nobody prettier from this view, nestled between your thighs, almost suffocating as he swallows you up. More and more â insatiable. The distinct taste of you sits heavy on his tongue. It spurs him on like cocaine, energy unrelenting as he goes down on you. The sounds you make, the way you grab at him, grasp at the sheets, writhe and wriggle like itâs too much, like you canât take it. But you can. Have before. Will again.
Your body bends to JJâs will like water. Youâre so trusting of him; have been ever since you met him. Let him take you how he wants, faithful in the pleasure heâll give you. Usually JJ didnât care much if girls thought him selfish in bed, but you? No, he needed you to give the mark of approval. He needed your praise, your validation, like his sex wouldnât have meaning if you didnât think it worthwhile. The way you fit around him; JJ swears to God itâs like you were made for him. He has you on your front, fucking you into the mountain of throw pillows that make up the head of your bed. He keeps your hips and ass angled upwards, holding you steady as he ruts into you over and over again. Youâre a drooling, moaning mess underneath him. One of your hands is clenching and releasing the sheets much like your walls are to him. Having you like this â Christ, it makes JJ feel like a young God.
When you fall apart, it pushes JJ over the edge too, almost like a suicide pact. Heâs not sure heroin could touch ecstasy quite like it. Drifting away on dopamine, JJ pulls out of you and flops onto his back, chest heaving. You shuffle atop of your sheets, curling up as you let the afterglow take over. JJ knows he should dote on you but heâs so tired and spent. After tying off and tossing the condom out in your bedroom trash, and tugging on his boxers, JJ lays back down on the bed beside you, flat on his back. One of your hands rests on his chest â damp with sweat. Just for a minute, JJ thinks. Iâll just close my eyes for one minute.
JJ tunes into the sensation of you stroking the bare skin of his back. It rouses him from sleep. Somehow, in his tiredness, heâd rolled over onto his front. Your sheets smell of fabric conditioner and safety. Goose feather pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets; a memory foam mattress that mimics what JJ might imagine falling asleep on a marshmallow to feel like.
âJJ?â You continue to run the side of your hand up and down his skin. "Are you awake?"
"No," he mumbles into the sheets.
âI want us to make this official.â
JJ groans sleepily. âWhaâdya mean?â
âI mean, I want us to put a label on this thing. I want to be your girlfriend, and I want you to be my boyfriend.â
Itâs like the mattress has become a gaping wormhole and itâs sucking him in. That very thing that he was drawn to, entranced with, that very thing that he was learning and dreading to be true, every little insecurity and anxiety that had built and built since the second dateâŚItâs all arriving at once, hitting him hard and fast like a meteor strike.Â
JJ turns his head, looking up at you. Youâre watching him patient, a giddy-type smile on your face, slightly disquieted with nerves.
âWellâŚHow do you know that?â
Brows furrowing, your smile doesnât move. Shrugging, you say, âI donât knowâŚI just know. IâŚI know it because I feel it.â
Those words do nothing to ease the panic thatâs building up JJâs body. He shuffles until heâs sat upright, staring you down like youâre something dangerous. For some reason, your innocent request feels like a trap to him. A con. A joke that heâll be the unwilling punchline of if he agrees. And he realises what that impending feeling was, all this time. It was him waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Lucyâs point to come true and for the curtains to be pulled. To find out what the hell you wanted with him.
âYou canât just say things like that. Thatâs a really messed up thing to say to someone,â JJ mutters, moving away from you.
Youâre frowning now, befuddled. âWhy is it? Itâs true, and itâs how I feel. I want to make us official. I want us to be together.â
âWell, youâre saying that now but what about if we do get together, and I meet your parents and your friends, and you realise how different we are but you feel like youâre stuck with me, and then all of it was for nothing.â
Face the picture of perplexed, your mouth contorts into something ugly. âWhere is all of this coming from? What did you think we were doing? I mean, weâve been fine this past month and I know that thereâs something between us.â
âHow do you?â
âBecause Iâm not stupid, JJ,â you sharply reply.
Good, JJ thinks. Youâre getting angry. Youâll lose your temper and youâll let something slip that you werenât supposed to, and he can bolt without a muddied conscience. He moves away from the bed and starts grabbing his strewn-about clothes in a frenzy to bolt.Â
âIf thereâs something between us, why havenât I met any of your friends yet?â
You stare at him. He takes your hesitation as confirmation to his doubts. Pointing accusingly at you, he snarls, âbecause youâre embarrassed of me. Youâre embarrassed to be seen with a Pogue-nobody from the Cut, in front of your Kook friends.â
âWhat is your obsession with me being a Kook!?â you exclaim. âHave you ever noticed how I never bring it up? How itâs always you, JJ, talking about it.â
âWell, I feel like I ought'a!â
âWhy!?â you vociferate.Â
âBecause what the hell do you want with me anyway!? Youâre going to mess around with me for the summer, and get your kicks, and rebel against dear-old daddy, and then ditch me for some Kook jackass, who youâll marry and heâll take you on ski trips and summerâs in the Hamptons, and send your snotty children to expensive summer camps, and then youâll laugh with all your trust-fund friends about how you went slumming once too.â
With that narrative, you laugh in disbelief, mystified. âWhat kind of fucking story are you spinning?â
âOne thatâs based on nothing but the facts,â JJ shouts. Heâs shaking and angry, but itâs just his panic in disguise. He saw a glimpse of happiness with you and instinctively wanted to smash it up, like a psychopath child and a harmless butterfly. âI mean, you said it yourself - you wanted to do what youâre not supposed to do, for a change. Have a taste of rebellion and then go back to your rich-ass bubble wrap.â
JJâs seen you possessive before. Heâs seen you jealous, and scared, and snippy. But heâs never seen you angry. Itâs horrifying.Â
âDid it ever occur to you that all of that has nothing to do with you? Has nothing to do with you being a Pogue, or me being a Kook?â you yell. Hands flying up to your chest, holding on like your heart might fall out of your skeleton, your voice turns thick. âI was miserable JJ! I was never allowed to do anything; never allowed to go anywhere. I did what my parents told me to do. I went to bed by nine every night. I was wasting my time with all these fucking after-school extra-circulars which I donât even care about! I hate ballet! I hate piano! Christ, I hate all of it! And my friends are fake as anything. They say one thing to my face, and come to my house for pool parties, and then bitch about me behind my back! Theyâre assholes, JJ! So, yeah, I didnât want to waste my time introducing you to them because I donât actually like them!â
His lips start to quiver uncomfortably as he watches you unravel. Itâs like JJ was pulling and pulling on a spring, and now he has to stand and watch it snap.
Make-up free, hair still tousled from earlier, oversized t-shirt half hanging off your frame: thereâs no Kook defining thing about you here. Itâs just you - just as it always had been.Â
JJâs heart cracks as a tear falls down your cheek. With a shaky breath, in a quiet, defeated voice, you tell him, âI wanted to go out with you because I wanted to live. Because most of the time, I feel so useless and so alone that I wonder if Iâm even here at all.âÂ
And hearing you say that finally allows the curtain to fall. Only, it revealed to JJ something entirely different to what he expected. To what heâd told himself time and time again. Seeing you cry on your bed because of himâŚJJâs made some real big mistakes in his life, but this one surpasses them all.Â
âSo donât put your shit on me because youâre the one thatâs afraid,â you say, stealing yourself as you aggressively wipe your eyes. JJâs narrow. Itâs like poking a searing hot skewer into his most tender of wounds.Â
âAfraid? What do I have to be afraid of?â
âYouâre afraid of me! Youâre afraid that I wonât love you back! Youâre afraid of what all the shallow people in the County will think! You know what, JJ? Iâm afraid too! But fuck it - I want to give a try!â
It feels as exposing as having you peel back his skin. JJ pulls on his t-shirt and shakes his head, turning for the bedroom door, mumbling something about âIâm not doing this right now.âÂ
You dart from the bed and grab at his arm, stopping him. âNo. No, youâre not leaving,â you blubber.Â
JJ yanks out of your grip, turning around, lashing out like a stray animal approached all too quick. âWhat do you wanna know!â He yells. You recoil. âWhat? That I donât have a great life? That Iâm jealous of how you live compared to me! That I donât want you to see how I really live because Iâm ashamed shitless of it!â
Youâre crying, hard, but JJ canât find it in himself to stop. Why wonât he stop? The butterfly is dead, wings torn from the body, antenas shattered from the beating: but itâs like he doesnât even want dust to remain.Â
âThat my dad beats the shit out of me, so I sleep at John Bâs house!? That Iâll probably end up in a prison cell or an early grave!? You ain't wanna hear that shit! Donât tell me you want to hear that shit!â
âI do want to hear that stuff! I do want to hear it!â you argue through your sobs. You lift your hands as if you might try and cup his face. âI just want to help you.â
He retracts from your almost-there hold. âHelp me! What the fuck! What, do I got a fucking sign on my back that says Save Me?â
âNo!â
âDo I look like I need that!?â
Reaching for him again, tears streaming, you wail, âno! God, I just want to be with you because I love you!âÂ
JJ grabs at your wrists, driving you away from him, driving you towards the door until your back presses against it, all the while yelling at you. Donât bullshit me! Donât fucking bullshit me!Â
JJâs never been lucky to have good things. He waits for his friends to get up and leave. Knows his dad will too, one day, just like his ma. Heâll end up alone, drunk, high, and not long after, dead. You? Youâre just a glitch in his programming. A girl who saw a project - yeah, thatâs it. A girl who saw a project, a thing to fix, and the moment you have will be the moment that you get bored, and leave him broken hearted and alone. JJ knows more than anyone: youâve got to leave before you get left.Â
But as youâre standing with your back against the wall, you donât cower from him. Donât wait for him to land a hit on you. Always so trusting. And seeing you, crying, sobbing, begging for him to listen to you, repeating that you love him over and overâŚJJ knows youâre not the malicious enemy heâs created in his mind. He knows youâre not.Â
âI want you to tell me that you donât love me." A shuddering breath, trying to calm your quivering voice. âBecause, if you do, I wonât call you anymore. And I wonât be in your lifeâŚâ
And JJâs never been good at admitting when heâs wrong. Maybe he learnt it from his dad. Maybe itâs a defensive mechanism. Maybe itâs dumb, childish youth that he never outgrew. So, as you sob, waiting for him to say something - to say you love him - JJ feels his face turn to stone. Cold, emotionless stone.
âI donât love you.â
He grabs the rest of his shit in one quick sweep and he leaves your bedroom before he has to see the long-lasting damage he once again inflicted on someone. Slams the door. Rushes down the stairs. Passes the barking Ranger, alarmed by all the yelling, and dresses as he stumbles to the front door. In the air of the driveway, he takes a gasping breath, cringing with melancholic agony. Panic rises in his chest like a fist is clenching around his heart, over and over. He raises a hand, rubbing at the uncomfortable pain. JJ knows this feeling well. Knows it from childhood and from adolescence. Knows it almost as much as he knows breathing.Â
Heartbreak. Â
~*~*~*~*~*~*
JJ distracted himself with drinking, smoking and treasure hunting. Indulged at night and diverted throughout the day to avoid any thoughts of you. He was lucky, in a way, that his friends were there to keep him busy. They only asked once why he wasnât seeing you anymore, wondering why you were never around, and learnt their lesson never to ask again. He tried to hide behind the lie that heâd so easily told himself: that you were a spoilt-bitch Kook who would have ditched him soon anyway. But he remembers your voice and your face clear as day, begging for him to tell you that he loved you. He can picture all too easily your reaction the minute he stepped away from you, after telling the worst lie of his life.Â
Throwing himself into work was a good distraction. Itâs hard to think about you when heâs thinking about how heavy the motor is that heâs lugging, or how close heâs cutting it on time to deliver groceries with Pope. His hurt made him wreckless, like he deserved whatever bad thing might come. You were good karma for returning Ranger and his mistreatment was bound to be paid back to him by the universe. Maybe that was why heâd been so eager to exact revenge on Topper and Rafe. Their attack on Pope certainly made it easier for JJ to handle his hurt when he was reminded of how awful most Kooks are. It was almost possible to group you in with them, to help mitigate the sting of guilt that came whenever your name crossed his mind. Almost.Â
But, like always, the consequences of his actions were bound to catch up to him. So, as JJ sits beside Pope and Kiara watching the outdoor movie play under the watchful gaze of Topper, Rafe and Kelce, he knows bad things are coming.
âJJ,â Pope says, nudging his leg.Â
âWhat?â
âGotta take a piss.â
JJâs leg is quivering with building adrenaline. âHold it.â
âI canât hold it. I drank too much soda.â
âItâs too exposed, theyâll totally see us,â JJ argues.Â
âI gotta go,â Pope insists.Â
JJ purses his lips and glances back over his shoulder the same time Pope turns around. Their eyes land on the three pissed off Kooks, sat like mob bosses, biding their time. They might as well be smoking a pipe and stroking their one-eyed cat like some '50s Bond villain.Â
âTheyâre blocking the bathrooms,â Pope observes.Â
Yeah, no shit. JJ looks around, noticing the woodland behind the giant projection screen. âAlright, come here. I know where.âÂ
The two of them get to their feet, hunching over as they go to move. When Kiara asks where theyâre going, JJ shrugs and tells her, âwe gotta ring it out.â With that, they venture to the screen and relieve themselves just behind it, out of view, into the shrubs. As they piss, Pope and JJ banter. JJ finishes first, zipping up his fly and turning around to keep watch.Â
âYou bring the peacemaker?â Pope asks, referring to JJâs beloved gun.Â
His stomach drops. âOh, shit, I forgot it.â
âYou forgot it?â
âHurry up! Hurry up!â
âDude, you had one job. Thatâs all I asked you to do, man,â Pope complains as he finishes up. Â
âI know, letâs go,â JJ quickly replies. The moment he turns, JJ comes face to face with Rafe. Fuck.Â
âWhatâs up Pogues?â
âWhatâs up, Rafe?â JJ casually replies, walking backwards with Pope as Rafe approaches steadfast. He wonât let on that heâs scared - learnt that from his dad. âIsnât it past your bedtime?â
As Pope tries to make a run for it, Topper emerges, Kelce in tow. âHey that was some nice work you did on my boat!â
âI donât know what you mean,â Pope fumbles.
JJ assesses the situation. Three on two. Pope isnât the strongest fighter. No gun. Yeah, the odds are not stacked in their favour.Â
âNot so burly without a gun now, are you?â Rafe taunts.Â
JJâs jaw ticks, his anger rising with his annoyance. The adrenaline is pumping and working its usual magic. Bring it on, pussy. I can take a few licks - itâs my birth-right.Â
âTake one more step and Iâll rip that prepubescent face off,â JJ warns through clenched teeth. He watches as Topper approaches Pope leisurely.Â
âHey Pope, do you feel good about yourself, stealing shit? Is your mom proud of you? Is your dad proud of you?â
Pope slams his head into Topperâs upper chest and pride swills through JJ. âAttaboy! Attaboy!â He grabs his friendâs shoulder, lifting his clenched fist. âNow with your fist, see?â
With that, Rafe claims him. They begin to get in a dust-up. JJ takes the first few punches; each one that lands on his cheek brings searing hot pain that quickly vanishes with shock. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. He taps into the pit inside of him, deep and angry and bitter. His self-hatred, for all the shit he put you through, for all the shit his dad and mom pegged on himâŚThrows his own punches, then. Wrestles too. Blood begins to draw. Lips crack open. Eyebrows split. But then itâs two on one: Kelce grabbing at him, holding him steady so Rafe can just lay into him. JJâs winded as Rafeâs fist meets his stomach. He collapses in Kelceâs hold as Rafe right hooks him. And every hit, JJ takes like itâs his earnt punishment.Â
âCome on, Rafe,â JJ provokes through the agonising pain. âThat all you got?â
âLet go of him Topper! You fascist asshole!âÂ
Kiara. She helps Pope first, hitting Topper with JJâs backpack. At least, thatâs what JJ sees through the double vision. The backpack. The gun. Topper grabs it off her and tosses it, and then JJâs too busy getting the shit beaten out of him to see what follows. Itâs all just noise. Blends almost cinematically with the sound of the old-timey movie playing. At some point, it even sounds like thereâs a dog barking. Blood fills his mouth like heâs at some sadistic dentist surgery. Pain numbs his nerve endings and softens his muscles. Air becomes a rarity as heâs held in a headlock, half-strangled.Â
âLet go of them right now!â
Everyone goes still. JJ only notices because he finally has a second to catch his breath, gasping as the arm around his throat loosens just slightly. He opens his eyes, desperate to get his vision steady, andâŚno fucking way.Â
There you stand like some designer vigilante heroine. Hair perfect, as always, with not a strand out of place; jewellery to the nines; make-up enhancing your gorgeous features. In your hand, clasped between perfectly manicured nails, is JJâs gun. Itâs pointed directly at Rafeâs forehead.Â
Rafe laughs. âWhat? That supposed to scare me or something?â
You grit your teeth, harden your stare, and remain stoic and strong in your stance. Rafe just quirks a brow, a sick smile twisting upwards.Â
âOh, what, youâre gonna be the hero here? Why donât you just run back to your daddy and mind your own fucking business?â
âLet. Them. Go.â
JJ realises then that Ranger is standing by your side. Heâs growling, looking feral like Cujo, salivating at the mouth, death-glare set on Kelce who still holds JJ in a headlock. Your command and Kelce might lose a leg.Â
âWhatâs it to you?â Topper snaps.Â
âTheyâre my friends.â
Okay, no, JJ must have fucking blacked out or something. In the brain damage caused by Rafe, heâs seeing things. Youâre his own guardian angel that his dying brain has conjured - that is the only explanation.Â
All of the Kooks laugh. âYour friends?â
âI wonât ask you again,â you darkly warn, not a spit of humour in your voice.Â
Rafe whistles lowly. He mockingly raises his hands to his head in surrender. Shares a laugh with Topper and Kelce. It vanishes the minute you unclip the safety.Â
âYou wouldnât,â Rafe tells you.Â
Slowly, maleficently, the faintest shadow of a smirk forms on your lip-glossed mouth. âYou really want to test that theory?â
And that, ladies and gentleman, is how JJ Maybank ended up in the most insane predicament of his life. Nobody knows what youâre going to do next: not JJ, and probably not even you. As JJ waits, his eyes dart down to Ranger. The very thing that started all of this.Â
Rafe sniffs. He juts his head at Kelce. When Kelce finally lets JJ go, Topper does the same with Pope. Kiara helps Pope up. JJ leans over, hands on his knees, coughing and gasping in air.Â
âYouâre gonna regret this, you know that? Better keep a fucking eye out, princess,â Rafe warns you as he saunters away with his posse. If JJ wasnât on the brink of passing out, heâd lay him out for even looking at you.
The minute the three Kooks round the screen, acting as if nothing even happened, you drop the gun on the backpack and race over to JJ. Itâs hard not to flinch after his moments-before assault when you clutch his shoulders. He realises that youâre shaking. Hears in the quiver of your voice how shit-scared you are.Â
âOh my God! Are you okay? Can you breathe?â
No and no.Â
âDo you need to sit down? What should Iââ
No, definitely donât sit down.Â
âCome on - we need to go,â Kiara tells you. She has Popeâs weight on her.
You seem to copy, taking her guidance from her years of experience with hanging with the guys, and guide JJ away from the scene of the crime. You grab the backpack as you go, the gun shoved inside (safety now on). Ranger licks anxiously at JJâs hand, whining in worry.Â
âIâm alright, boy,â JJ lies to the dog in a slur.
swirling, becoming blacker and blacker with every step. His body is screaming for rest and reprieve. He vaguely overhears you tell Kie where youâre parked. Lets you half-drag him to your ride. The minute JJâs helped into the backseat, safe in the smell of you, he blacks out.Â
~*~*~*~*~*~*
The first thing JJ notices when he wakes up is how much his head hurts. Thereâs a headache above his brows, similar to that which you get when hungover. It feels like his brain was a ping pong ball, rattled around in there for hours on end. Sniffing, he groans as he tries to sit up. Thereâs a hand pushing him back down to the bed gently.Â
âJust lie still, for now,â you say softly. âNo sudden movements, okay?âÂ
JJ groans again, eyes pressed shut. At the sensation of a straw pressing against his lips, he drinks.Â
âOpen your mouth,â you say after he swallows. JJ does as heâs told, in too much pain to argue. You give him a few pills - presumably painkillers - and help him chase them with water. âIâll be right back.â
JJ must fall back asleep. When he comes to for the second time, the pain in his head is significantly lessened, as are all the general aches and pains of his body. He dreads the idea of looking in a mirror: heâs probably black and blue. Saying that, itâs not like itâs an unfamiliar state to him. Opening his eyes, he immediately recognises your bedroom. As if on cue, you walk through the door, a mug of what must be steaming hot tea in hand. When your eyes meet his, a relieved smile comes to your face.Â
âHey.â
âHey,â he rasps.Â
Making your way over, tea deposited on the bedside table, you take the seat next to him. Shit, no wonder he was sleeping so well. Your bed is like sponge cake.Â
âHow you feeling?â
âLike shit,â JJ grunts. You stifle a laugh. Shifting to sit up, his brows furrow as last night comes back to him, piece by piece. âDid IâŚWas I hallucinating, or did you save our ass?â
âMmm, I might have maybe just saved your ass,â you innocently reply.Â
Shaking his head, JJ rubs tiredly at his face.Â
âIâm not even going to ask what Rafe and his gang of fairies were angry about.â
âYeah, thatâs probably the best idea,â JJ cringes.Â
He finally braves holding your gaze. Thereâs a distance there - a reluctance to be fully present - and JJ knows itâs because of him.Â
âThat was really ballsy, what you did,â he tells you.Â
âIt's nothing,â you quietly reply.Â
âYouâre probably going to lose your Kook card now.â
âNever liked it that much in the first place,â you say with a half-smile.Â
JJ silently laughs, shaking his head, mesmerised. He was so wrong about you. About all of it. âI was, uh...kind of a dick to you.â
âYeahâŚâ
âAndâŚyou were right,â he mumbles.Â
Brows lifting slightly, a small, amused smile teases your lips. âWhat was that sorry?â
âYou were right,â he repeats, no louder.Â
Leaning in, a finger to your ear, you say, âone more time, I didn't quite catch it.â
âFuck off,â JJ groans, shoving you away with hardly any force.
You snort out a laugh. The moment the humour passes, you look back to him. He feels as though he can hear your thoughts. Your anger and annoyance and insecurity and pain. He hears it all in the emotion swimming through your eyes. So, he nods.
âIâm sorry.â
âI know you are, JJ,â you whisper.Â
One of his hairs falls into his face. Before he can react, youâre leaning forward, brushing it out the way. JJ captures your wrist quickly, keeping you near, almost panicked that if you move even a millimetre away, heâll lose you forever. In that same frenzy, desperate to have you close, he forces out the three words heâs never let himself say to anyone. Ever.Â
âI love you.â
Face an exact replica of the one you made that day on the beach, you blink at him. Once, then twice. JJ nods again.Â
âI justâŚI canâtâŚIt doesnâtâŚâ
âI know,â you say, forehead bumping against his own as you lean down. Then, in a whisper, you add, âI know. Itâs okay.â
JJ sniffs, suddenly overcome with emotion, and nods against you. As his eyes press shut, you kiss him. Itâs slightly salty with tears but no less welcome. He winces as your hand cups his jaw. Kisses you through your mumbled apology against his lips.
And as the two of you kiss, JJ realises that this was all it ever had to be. It was never that complicated, never that layered, because all that mattered was you. Wonderfully, princess-perfect, Kook-turned-Pogue you.Â
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the golden quartet
art donaldson x reader, slight tashi duncan x reader, slight patrick zweig x reader, wc: 2k
authorâs note: basically just a way less toxic (?) version of the movie with the reader inserted. theyâre all still incredibly codependent and tashi/reader are very much in love and art/patrick are very much in love and art/tashi have their own kind of friendship/relationship and so do patrick/reader, but really patrick and tashi are one couple, art and reader are another couple, but like they would all live together and probably sleep in the same bed hypothetically. but in a healthy way. i like to imagine a world where theyâre all codependent but skip all the âvillainâ allegations in their mess, and itâs just a beautiful unspoken symphony of love and four-way fidelity and infidelity. will probably write more in this universe.
part two here
âTashi, stop it.â
Tashi stops and her eyes lock in on you, racket dropping to her side. âStop what?â
You watch the way she bounces the ball a few times and donât miss the way her gaze keeps flitting to your hand.
âStop analysing me.â
She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, and doesnât break your gaze. âItâs my job to analyse the opponent so I know how to win the game.â
âYeah, but youâre not looking at me like an opponent.â Your lips purse. âYouâre looking at me like youâre trying to calculate how to get me back on the court.â
âYouâre on the court right now, arenât you?â
âYou know what I mean, Tashi.â Your racket falls to the court exasperatedly and you manage a step towards the net. âItâs over for me, Iâm done playing tennis and Iâm okay with that, but Iâm not sure that you are.â
Thereâs just a tiny quiver in her eyes before her gaze steels itself again and she nods. âFine. I get it.â
She tosses you the ball. âJust help me train.â
You watch as Tashi gets into position, and pick up your racket slowly. Maybe you shouldnât have snapped at her. You so rarely do, but youâve closed the door on that chapter of your life now, and youâre sick of her trying to pry it open. You donât want possibilities of what you could have had. You donât want to put in more years just to watch yourself fail at something you never really liked in the first place.
Thereâs a dull ache in your chest as you serve the ball.
Tashi Duncan has been your best friend for five years. For the life of you, you canât remember the details of the tournament you were at, but you had a game against her. It was electrifying. Youâd never played tennis like that before. It felt like youâd never known what it was like to breathe before Tashi Duncan. She basically crushed you, but you managed to get in a good few points, had the audience and line judges on the edge of their seats, and at the end of it, when you shook her hand, you felt like youâd just discovered a missing limb.
She found you afterwards in the stands and sat with you to spectate the next few matches. And hadnât let you go since. You couldnât imagine a life without Tashi. She was there for your first boyfriend, she was there when you broke up with him, she was there when you failed a class and your parents threatened to pull you out of tennis, and she was there when your wrist shattered and you quit.
Tashi never really understood why it was so easy for you to walk away. âYouâre one of the best,â âYou have so much potential,â âYou can learn to play with your other hand.â
She never seemed to hear you when you said you didnât want to play anymore. Sheâd look at you, with her piercing gaze then look away and move on. But the conversation was never over. It was like you didnât exist to her without tennis, like it was your one achievement, and she couldnât gauge who you were without it.
You suppose you were flattered, touched even, that she cared so much about you, in her own weird way.
Tashi looks at you questioningly when you lower your racket. You smile, âYou should rest up. Your drills are perfect. Youâre gonna crush her tomorrow.â
She takes a look at her watch, then nods. You can tell she wants to stay longer, but thereâs really no reason to. Especially when you can feel her itching for a real match. That you canât give her.
You bump her shoulder as the two of you walk out. âWanna grab some donuts?â
The unimpressed face she gives you makes you laugh. âCome on, we can get you one of those healthy ones. The gluten-free, vegan bullshit.â
âSounds delicious,â she drawls, but makes no further comments. You grin. A success.
She says nothing as you swing your borderline crippled arm over her shoulder, but you feel her muscles underneath relax just a little bit.
The following day brings a new round of pretentious young assholes on the court. Some of them eye you up as you make your way into the bleachers, whispering to each other. A girl comes up to you and asks for a picture. Youâre a little surprised, and feel a little blindsided, but you suppose itâs only been a year since your injury. And well, considering where you are right now, it sure does seem to the rest of the world like youâre not fully done with tennis.
âYeah, no problem,â you say with a smile.
The girl takes the picture, thanks you profusely then leaves, and you make your way up to the bleachers, and find a nice spot in the middle. Tashi liked you to be right in the middle of the game so you could watch her and her opponent. You wonder if sheâs secretly preparing you to become an umpire.
Thereâs a flurry of whispers all too close to you, and then thereâs a shadow blocking the sun to your left.
Two boys stand facing you, staring at you with their mouths slightly agape. You canât help the amused smile that splits your face.
âCan I help you?â
The brunet snaps back into reality first. âSorry, we were justâ are you Y/N L/N?â
âYeah, I am,â you say, eyes flitting between the two. Theyâre cute. Really cute.
The blond shakes his head slightly, like heâs coming out of a trance, and says, âSorry, this is just the first time weâve seen or heard about you sinceâŚ.you know.â
He winces, and his head ducks a little like a scolded puppy. âSorry to hear about that, by the way.â
You let out a laugh that seems to catch his attention again. His friend jabs him in the side with his elbow. âOh, donât worry about it, seriously. Itâs been a year, Iâm over it.â
âHuh,â he says, nodding a little absently. He glances to the brunet, whoâs just grinning at him. âUm, by the way, weâreââ
âArt Donaldson and Patrick Zweig, right?â
The blond, Art, looks a little speechless.
Patrick chimes in. âYeah, thatâs us.â
âI watched your game just before. That was quite some victory celebration.â
The way Artâs ears turn red makes you happier than youâd like to admit. Thereâs a little flip in your stomach as he fumbles, âYeah, wellâŚâ
Thereâs a flurry of movement as Patrick puts his arm around Artâs neck and pulls him impossibly close in a one armed hug. âSocial conductâs not gonna get in the way of me celebrating with my boy.â
The blond leans away and fights to get Patrick off him, and you smile as you watch. âDonât worry, it was cute. Plus, I get it. Weâre sort of the same way sometimes when it comes to victories. I mean, not the same, but you know.â
That seems to catch Patrickâs attention. âBy we, do you mean you andââ
âTashi Duncan!â
The announcement rings loud and clear through the speakers as she walks onto the court.
Itâs almost comical the way Patrickâs jaw goes slack and he slumps onto the seat behind him.
You watch as Tashi waves at her screaming fans, shoots her winning smiles and makes her way to her side. She catches your gaze for a moment and you nod. She looks away and begins to stretch, but youâre not bothered. She knows youâre here, and thatâs all you need. Canât try and take Tashi Duncan out of the zone.
As you sit down, youâre a little surprised to find Art mirroring the action, still looking at you. âSo, youâre best friends with Tashi Duncan?â
You nod. âSince we were like, thirteen.â
âOh wow,â his eyes widen and you canât help but think how impossibly cute he looks, âthatâs almost how long Patrick and I have been friends.â
âReally? Oh, wow.â Thereâs a beat of silence, just long enough for you to catch each otherâs eye and look away with awkward giggles.
Luckily, thatâs when the match starts. And your focus locks in.
âCOME ON!â Tashiâs scream is palpable in the air.
It feels like the wind has been knocked out of you. Youâve heard it a million times before, but it never fails to strike you.
Thereâs something akin to awe in Patrickâs eyes. Art looks like heâs in disbelief.
You canât help but agree with their faces.
âSo, are you guys coming to the party tonight?â
Patrickâs eyes flit away from Tashiâs to look at you. âYeah, we were just talking about earlier. Art was saying how excited he was. He just loves parties.â
You canât quite decipher the smirk on his face, but he looks like the kind of guy whoâs never up to any good, so you turn to Art expectantly.
His eyes meet yours and your stomach does another little flip as he says, âYeah, Iâllâ weâll be there.â
âCool,â you reply. âIâll see you guys later, then.â
You manage one quick glance back as you walk away, and see Patrick grinning and shaking Artâs shoulders. A smile plays at the corner of your lips and you leave.
Tashi finds you at your agreed-upon meeting spot, and wastes no time in grabbing your hand. âCome on.â
âDonât you need to take pictures with your trophy?â
âGot a few, theyâll take more at the Adidas party. Weâve got to get ready.â
Thereâs a warm feeling like sunlight dancing in your chest as you let her drag you away.
The party is in full swing by the time you finally spot Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig lurking in the corner of the yard.
Youâd just stepped off the dance floor for a moment, telling Tashi you were going to get another drink. The two boys seem to be arguing about something, but as you close the distance, you can see that theyâre grinning too.
âHey,â you greet the two. Their heads turn towards you in unison and they both stand up straight.
âHi,â they chorus.
You take a sip of your drink as your eyes flit between the two. âSoâŚ.what are you guys doing all the way over here?â
âYou know,â Art says dryly. âJust enjoying the ambience.â
(Cute and funny. Man, youâre screwed).
âItâs a lot less creepy if you actually talk to her instead of just staring at her.â Your words are directed at Patrick, whose eyebrows shoot up. A smirk falls on his face. His charm instantly covers up the awkwardness.
Art barks out a laugh. (Itâs a sound you wish you could inscribe in your mind).
âWhat makes you think Iâm here for her?â Patrick smirks, looking you up and down. Itâs so clearly a deflection, but it feels so natural that you canât help but smile, and you feel your cheeks warm just a tad.
You glance back at the dance floor, and see Tashi excuse herself, glancing at you as she goes for her drink. You reach over to pat him on the shoulder. âCome on, Iâll help you out.â
As you turn on your heel and walk towards Tashi, you hear a slap behind you and an, âOw!â
âTashi!â The smile in your voice is audible as she looks up.
âHey,â she smiles back.
Then, her head tilts to the side and she looks at the boys. âHi.â
âHi,â they both say.
Thereâs a quiet moment in which you all exchange looks, a twinkle in each of your eyes. You can almost feel a spark of something in the air, and suddenly youâre thirteen years old again, meeting Tashi for the first time. Like another puzzle piece has finally fallen into place.
You feel your chest warm. If only you knew what your life was about to become.
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