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zodiakuroo · 4 years ago

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Envy

EreMika is the villa’s top couple. Reader is hoping to turn one of their heads.

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Mikasa Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Contains: 18+ characters, a good ol' fashioned love triangle, possessive behaviour, dom/sub dynamics, lil angst + lotsa pining, threesome, the sex is kinda messy but so is everything else

Word count: 10.5k (yes it's proofread but it's also kinda not)

Notes: For @doinmybesthere’s love island collab! happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

Lush, mediterranean forests, thick with leaves and the wonder of adventure hidden inside.

Snow white, sandy beaches

Cerulean waters that sparkle in the sunlight and stretch to the edge of the horizon

The view from the infinity pool really is magnificent.

“You and Armin look good together.”

“You think so?” You murmur nonchalantly. The dark shades that cover your eyes dim your surroundings, making it all the more easy for you to see the brilliant figure in front of you.

“You don’t?” Mikasa cocks her head to the side, jet black bangs sweeping across her forehead.

“Armin’s a great guy. He’s my type on paper but… I dunno… I guess I wanna keep my options open.” You chew on your bottom lip, hoping she’ll change the subject. You can’t help the guilt that sits heavy on your heart.

The ‘you’ on the outside would never do something like this. Lead on some poor, innocent soul so you can stay close to the true object of your affections, biding your time until you can confess. Only when you’re certain that said love interest is free to be yours.

“Well, I still think you should lock him down before the recoupling. I don’t want you to get sent home.” Her gentle voice chases away any shame, kind eyes reminding you how you ended up in this situation in the first place.

“Oh you’d miss me?” You adjust your sunglasses, propping them atop your head, slowly wading towards her

“Of course you idiot.” She deadpans, kicking at the water, splashing in your face a little. You squeak in surprise and retreat a little. “You’re my best friend in the villa.”

If guilt is gnawing at you from one end, on the other end is bitterness, frustration slowly building towards a fever pitch.

Still, you don’t want to think about that now. You’ll only sour this moment for yourself. It’s rare that you get her full attention like this these days.

In the beginning, you two were inseparable almost from the jump. Both of you were a little more on the reserved side, especially stepping into such unusual circumstances. Naturally, you gravitated toward each other. Simply being in each other’s presence was enough to bring both of you out of your respective shells. That was the chemistry between you and Mikasa.

But when he dug his claws into her, your crush became one half of the strongest couple in the villa, leaving you behind to bury your own feelings.

Normally he’s stuck to her like a leech with his arms hanging around her like chains as if he’s afraid she’ll make a break for it any second. Like he’s afraid she’ll realise she’s too good to be catering to his every whim, too good to put up with his moodiness and too smart to fall for his charming front.

“Are you hoping someone new will come into the villa?” Someone ‘more your type’?” She uses air quotations to copy your words.

“Not exactly.” You start, distracted by the way she adjusts her bikini top, the soft flesh bouncing ever so slightly underneath her red bikini. The skin on her nose and on the apples of her cheeks are branded a similar shade thanks to the summer sun.

Your heart thrums against the ungiving wall of your chest, as you drift slowly towards her again, this time until you’re so close you feel her feet, drifting underwater at your waist. “I already have my eye on someone.” You answer as truthfully as possible.

“Are you gonna tell me who?” She furrows her brows curiously as you wrap your fingers around her ankles, slowly moving them up to rest on her calves. You use the position to pull yourself closer to her, until your chin rests on her knees. She leans down, as though she expects you to whisper the name of your crush into her ear.

You press yourself on to tip toes, to meet her halfway. Time seems to slow as you try to figure out what to do.

Lie? Confess? Kiss her?

But time doesn’t slow and-

SPLASH

You don’t get a chance to respond after your moment is ruined with an icy splash from behind you.

“Fucking hell!” You scream swatting water in his direction.

Right on cue.

“Eren what the fuck!” Mikasa scowls at him, clearly not amused either.

“I was just messing with you guys.” The sound of his cheery laugh may as well be nails on a chalkboard to you. “Sorry babe.” He pouts.

He takes up your spot by nudging you out of the way ever so subtly. Except it’s not really subtle. Not to you anyways. It’s pretty reminiscent of when he pushed you to the side when the two of them got together. He’s telling you to remember your place.

“Grow up Jaeger.” You roll your eyes.

With his arrival, discomfort sets into your bones. She accepts his apology almost instantly as always, easily placated with simple kisses. Innocent enough at first, starting over her knees but bit by bit his lips move further and further up her thigh, until she’s pushing him away murmuring “Not here.” As if he cared…

Watching them together, the picture of lovestruck, from a distance is nauseating enough, today you don’t have the willpower to experience it firsthand as a third wheel.

You’re about to excuse yourself when you hear Sasha yell from the opposite end of the pool. “Hey guys! I’ve got a text!”

Everyone shuffles closer, awaiting the message with quiet apprehension. When Sasha opens the message she gasps before reading it, making everyone’s anxiety grow tenfold.

“You don’t have to be a math genius to know that 1+1+1 = a crowd. It’s time to simplify the equation. Eren and ______ , get ready for a date! #LoveTriangle”

All eyes are on you in an instant and you resist the urge to duck down under the water to hide from the cameras. You wonder briefly if it would be easier to breathe down there, rather than up here where the tension is suffocating. Your fellow islanders are murmuring amongst each other but the words are indiscernible, muffled by the blood rushing to your head, face burning hot with embarrassment.

Everyone around you is wearing variations of the same expression; confusion. Sure they all had theories about you and Mikasa. Not that you were exactly subtle about it. Often touches that would linger for just a little bit too long, you would always lean in just a little too close when helping her with her makeup and many a time you’d been caught staring at her from afar. It’s just a little too intimate to be completely platonic but not intimate enough to be considered anything but a friendship. Then again, you never even had a chance to take it further because the only person who didn’t seem to notice was the ever oblivious Mikasa, not when she couldn’t see past the brunette boy with the striking jade eyes.

Now, looking at those very eyes you notice how they’ve lost their usual playfulness. As the exception to the bewildered expressions around you, he looks cold and unreadable. Then the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes but big enough for him to flash his sharp white canines at you.

Mikasa has her eyes fixed to her hands in her lap, picking at her nails (a nervous habit she once told you). She refuses to look at neither you nor Eren.

You want to explain but the right words are nowhere to be found. Right here and now, in front of everyone (including the person she’s currently coupled up with) is not how you wanted her to find out. But you have to say something, anything to take away the melancholy that is so obviously weighing her down, but the words are stuck in your throat and before you can swallow that lump, he interjects.

“I wanna talk to Mikasa real quick.” He addresses you directly. “Why don’t you go ahead and get ready?” He phrases it as a suggestion but it’s more of an order. And just like that, your emotions flip to irritation. Who is he to tell you what to do? Even now, he wants a monopoly of her time and attention. As if your relationship (even just as a friend) might not also be damaged because of this.

And it’s not fair. You have to speak to her as well. You need to tell her that-

“It’s fine.” Her mouth pulls into a tight smile, being mindful of the cameras. It’s obviously not genuine, you can tell but you also know that she’s not one to show her true feelings, especially not publicly like this. But this feels too much for her and that brave face has never been more transparent.

Still, her slate gray irises meet yours. “I’ll be inside to help you get ready in a minute.”

You give an equally artificial smile and then swim across to the other side of the pool, where Sasha lends you her hand to pull you out of the water.

The car ride was awkward at best, insufferable at worst. You and Eren weren’t on friendly terms to begin with. Aside from the fact that he was coupled up with your crush, it was safe to say that being alone with him is not something you would ever have done willingly.

Where you found him loud and obnoxious, Mikasa found him excitable and bubbly. Where you saw him as stubborn, Mikasa saw him as driven and headstrong. Where you thought him impulsive and reckless, Mikasa thought him brave and spontaneous. When you said that he was rude and crass, Mikasa would say he was opinionated and outspoken.

It wasn’t as though she couldn’t see the bad sides of Eren but it was that she cared for him in spite of those things. Loyal to a fault she was. You let out a heavy sigh, thinking how much worse that makes all this. She must feel as though the loyalty she felt towards both you and Eren had been spat back into her face.

Silently you stare out the window, head turned away from him. A rare moment when you don’t feel the presence of camera lenses watching your every move.

Your brain is constantly replaying the last conversation you had with Mikasa. True to her word, she did help you choose an outfit and style your hair. But that natural comfort was gone.

No. That’s not true. The bond may be strained but it’s not broken. You can still do something to fix it. But neither of you were willing to address the elephant in the room.

Well, that's not exactly it.

It’s that neither of you knew how to.

Stood in front of the full length mirror, you took one last look at yourself, smoothing out the front of your sundress, but caught her sad gaze in the reflection behind you.

“Hey ____. Earlier, when you said you had your eye on someone. Were you talking about Eren?” Her voice was hushed but you feel it in your viscera, like a sharp kick that leaves you winded

You know what she’s thinking. What everyone is thinking. That you were going to swoop in and steal your best friend’s partner. And you can’t blame her because that’s exactly what it looks like.

But you didn’t betray her, you would never.

You want her. Not him.

It’s almost as though you’ll never get a chance to set the record straight. Before you could even try you were being shooed out the door.

Now at the table, you fiddle with the stem of your glass, resisting your body’s command to down the whole thing. Sitting here in silence with him for 2 hours may as well be torture if you were completely sober but it sure as hell would be better than talking to him.

Eren doesn’t seem to share your sentiments and is the first to break the silence.

“I know you don’t like me.” He says before taking a sip of his drink. “All this bullshit about a love triangle is ‘cause you like my girlfriend. Right?”

He flashes you his signature cocky smirk, one of the many things about Eren Jaeger that seem to irk you to no end.

“I mean she’s technically not your girlfriend.” You say as a feeble retort.

You are right. She’s not his girlfriend because he’s never asked her. Life in the villa was harsh like that. If your relationship wasn’t official, anyone was fair game. Really the only thing that had stopped you from making your move was the painful gnaw of your insecurity. The deep-rooted belief that she would never choose you over him. Just the idea of public rejection, in front of your friends, family and god-knows how many other people, puts the bitter taste of bile in your mouth.

“Like that fucking matters.” He leans back in his chair, long legs spread wide. At least you didn’t bother denying it, he thinks. But why would you, Eren is many things but he isn’t stupid. The way you stare at Mikasa all dreamy eyed, following her around like a stray puppy. When you two are together, he doesn’t like how you sit so close, always whispering and giggling at god knows what. You’re entirely too comfortable, letting her lay her head in your lap while you play with her hair. Small things like that add up, it’s not hard to fingers out what you true intentions are.

He’s not jealous. He’s not. Why would he be jealous of someone who doesn’t even have the balls to go after what they want? You just… bother him. You could have your pick of literally anyone in the villa but no. Instead, you’re always hovering around, waiting for him to fuck up so you can play the role of comforting best friend.

“What’s wrong?” Extra bravado backs your voice. You know this act. He’s trying to intimidate you. You always thought Eren saw himself as untouchable but the way his jaw ticks makes you wonder for a brief moment, is he threatened by you?

“Scared of a little competition? I think you’re on the wrong show.”

“Oh please.” He scoffs before picking up his glass again. “You’re no competition sweetheart.”

“Famous last words.” You hum condescendingly, before bringing your fork to your mouth, letting the food pass your lips.

He clenches his jaw tighter. Being able to push his buttons in this way is something you’re very proud of right now.

He lets out a deep exhale through his nose and says. “You know. I actually had my eye on you in the beginning.”

The bite of food seems to lodge itself in your throat, eyes bugging out of your head. You cough and sputter, quickly gulping down your drink to try and move the lump into your stomach.

“Surprised?” His voice takes on a much deeper tone.

You don’t reply, too busy fumbling for a napkin to wipe down the edges of your mouth so he continues. “Yeah. You’re hot, obviously. But also real feisty. Fun to tease and ease to get a rise out of. My type. But Mikasa…. I could tell she wanted me from the start and if I wanted to stay in this competition, I couldn’t waste any time grafting on someone who was playing so hard to get.”

“So this is all a game to you then?” You say through gritted teeth, both hands squeezing tightly around the cutlery you’re holding. All your anger is bundled up by a thin thread, ready to snap at a moment’s notice.

“I think you’re a little confused. Isn’t that exactly what this is?” He rests his chin on his palm, wearing that same chilling smile from earlier.

“You’re a real piece of shit. You know that?” You don’t want to lose your temper. Doing that means that you’ve given the upper hand back to him. Too bad you’re doing a terrible job of keeping it under control.

“Oh come on.” He laughs as if any of this is funny. “Its not like I’m leading her on.” Sharp as a dagger, those words jab themselves right in your gut. They’re a painful reminder that you don’t deserve to take the moral high ground. Thinking about what you’ve done to Armin, you may even be worse than he is.

“If I didn’t like her, I wouldn’t be bringing her tea in the morning, or making sure she ate.” Eren leans across the table, voice low and gravely. “Or making her cream all over my fingers every night while you and everyone else are fast asleep.”

You pick up the wine glass with the intention of covering his smarmy face in the blood red liquid.

Eren quirks brow at you, watching and waiting to see if you have the nerve. Because he knows that you don’t. If you did, you would have told Mikasa how you feel already. If you did, you would haven’t have latched on to the sweetest person in the villa as a fail safe. If you did, his pristine white shirt would have been stained burgundy by now.

Eren thinks you’re a coward and there’s nothing he hates more than that.

“Could have been you.” He sits back again. “Sorry I beat you to it.”

Your reception upon return to the villa is fairly mixed. Everyone is already dolled up with a drink in hand, the party in full swing.

Some people are glad to see you guys back, eagerly asking questions about the date. They might be genuinely curious as to how it went, interested in the development of new relationships or the survival of the villa’s power couple in the face of this challenge

Or they might just be in it for the drama, looking for gossip fodder. Wanting to know the details so they can go to the confessional booth and talk about how terrible of a person you are and how they would “never do anything like that to a friend”.

Other people greet you with disdain, people who would have been friendly with you mere hours ago. Armin is well liked in the villa, boyishly handsome with a kind heart. He’s a bit of a flirt at times but has never done anything with bad intentions. Of course everyone is fond of him. It’s only natural that you would look like the villain for stringing him along all this time, while he was developing genuine feelings for you.

Armin himself was angry of course, but it’s nothing if not deserved. You thought he would rage at you, call you selfish and cruel but he didn’t. Because Armin is a better person than you. You wanted to explain to him that you never meant to hurt him, but that wouldn’t mean anything because you did. In fact it would probably upset him more to hear that he was just an accidental casualty. A meek “I’m sorry” was the best you could offer. A nod and an impassive expression is all he offered in return, walking away to join Jean and some others on the daybed.

As for your date, you can feel his glare from all the way behind you as you make your way across the lawn to the bar. Mikasa is sitting on one of the stools with Sasha.

“Hey.” You interrupt Sasha’s animated chatter.

“Oh hey.” She turns to face you. While you’ve been gone she’s had time to build her defences up again, appearing stunningly neutral, not a hint of listlessness she couldn’t hide earlier. “How was the date?”

The first thing you think is She looks gorgeous tonight. But she always does.

The second thing you think is It’s time to grow a pair. Now or never.

You can still remember the sad look in her eyes from this afternoon. The thought still has your heart sitting in the pit of your stomach. The idea that it was a hurt you caused makes you want to throw it back up.

“It was…” You pause to find the right word. “Fine.” you decide on. You could have lied and said it was good but that’s probably not what she wants to hear. You could have been honest and said you would have had a better time removing your own wisdom teeth with a butter knife but that’s not the point. The date was irrelevant anyways, simple misunderstanding that you need to clear up right now. “But actually, I was wondering if I could pull you for a chat?”

Sasha hops off her chair, wobbling a bit as she lands. “Why don’t you guys stay here? I'm gonna go find Connie.” She places her hand on your shoulder, her own way of giving you a little courage.

You mouth a thank you that she meets with a wink before leaving.

You wipe your sweaty palms on the front of your dress, taking the seat across from her. Your mouth is dry and once again you can’t find the words to tell her how you feel.

Why can’t you just say it?

“So Armin is pretty mad at me. I’ll probably crash on the daybed tonight.”

You colossal idiot! You scream internally.

Once again you’re dancing around what you truly want to say.

Mikasa digs her clipped fingernails into her palm, struggling to keep her emotions at bay, dam threatening to break at any second. After everything, that’s what you came here to say? She knows it’s not your fault that you two didn’t get to talk before you left but you don’t think she deserves an explanation now?

At least Eren had the decency to come to her after. He didn’t say much except reassured her that nothing happened and he wasn’t interested in coupling up with anyone else.

Still, it didn’t quell Mikasa’s insecurity.

She’s never been jealous before in her life but this must be it. It feels like someone has dug into her chest and is squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until her poor heart is nothing but a crumpled mess.

If it had been anyone else, maybe it would have hurt less. Now she’s so afraid that she's losing you to Eren and she's losing Eren to you and in the end, she’s the one left with nothing.

“Yeah he was pretty upset when you left.” With her elbow on the counter top, she rests her chin in her palm. You’re used to her stoic expression because you know if you look long enough, carefully enough you’ll see how soft she is. But this is different. There is nothing but cold, hard steel behind her eyes.

“I deserve it though. I shouldn’t have strung him along like that.”

“Yeah I’d be mad too.” The bitter edge to her voice is one that you’ve never heard her use towards you. You try hard not to take it personally, she’s only mad because she doesn’t understand. You have to set the record straight.

Now or never right?

“Mikasa look. I have to tell you something. I-”

“I’VE GOT A TEXT!” Jean announces, getting in the way of your confession.

“For fuck’s sake.” You mutter under your breath.

It’s pretty obvious at this point that the producers have you on their hit list but as Jean reads aloud the message, it only becomes clearer that they must have some personal vendetta against you.

“Eren, you get to spend the night in the hideaway with the islander of your choice. #DecisionsDecisons”

It’s an easy decision so Eren doesn’t give it much deliberation.

But his choice shocks everyone.

“_____. It’s you and me tonight.”

Even after what transpired this afternoon, your relationship with Mikasa was salvageable but this… you don’t think it will survive

Without a word, she hops off her seat, storming into the villa without sparing a glance at anyone else.

It might have been the final nail in the coffin for his relationship with her as well.

Alone in the hideaway, you nervously tug at the silk sheets, bunching the fabric between your fingers.

You’ve been waiting here for 15 minutes, sat in your pyjamas, a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts. The possibility that Eren would stand you up becomes more and more likely. Why he would do all this instead of just choosing Mikasa is beyond you but you know better than to waste precious brain cells trying to figure out Eren Jaeger. If he did plan on leaving you alone here for the night, it was probably for the best. At least you could sleep in a room by yourself for the first time in ages. A small consolation.

Just as you start to contemplate turning off the lights and calling it a night, you hear the door of the room creak open.

Eren walks in still dressed in his jeans and white linen shirt and kicks off his shoes.

“Look Jaeger. I don’t know what you want from me but I’m not interested in playing your games. I-“

The rest of your sentence evaporates when Mikasa appears from behind him. You jump to your feet, fully prepared to leave. Did he bring you here just to humiliate you? If that’s the case then he’s had more than his fill, you won’t let him have any more fun at your expense.

“Not interested you say?” Eren raises his eyebrow, as he gently nudges Mikasa forward.

You should go but your feet just won’t move when she stands square with you. “What’s going on?” You ask, as your chest grows tighter, with every second that ticks by.

“Do you-” she pauses, after a silence that dragged on for much too long. “Do you like me?”

Everything about it is innocent; question, the tone, the way she looks at you. But now your heart is beating so ridiculously loud that you can’t think straight. She asks you so bluntly that you feel stupid for how long you’ve spent agonising over how you would confess. Unlike you, she’s never struggled to get to the point.

Behind her, Eren wears a poorly concealed smile and that’s confirmation of the obvious. You don’t know what he told her but it’s obvious she knows this much. There’s no reason to deny it now.

“Yeah.”

You had rehearsed it countless times, thought about all the flowery words you would use to tell her how you feel. Yeah is not as eloquent as what you had in mind but it would have to do.

“Oh.” Her blush deepens, blending perfectly with the red and pink hues of the dimly lit room.

Mikasa is still shocked, she didn’t really believe Eren when he told her. Granted, at the time she wasn’t really interested in what he had to say seeing as he had just publicly humiliated her. Hearing you say it now makes her rethink everything, from those early days up until now.

She’s seen people chop and change partners with every new face that comes in and out of the villa but that was never her. To her, she already had Eren so there was no need to consider anyone else. But now that she knows how you feel, things are different.

“Hmm. Oh.” You mimic followed by a dry chuckle.

It’s not the response you had dreamed about but what did you expect? Yes you’ve confessed but this wasn’t your moment. It wasn’t the one you’d been waiting weeks for. Ultimately, that moment never came and maybe that was a sign that you and Mikasa just weren’t meant to be.

The big room now feels too small for three people. There's not enough space. There’s not enough air. You need to leave. You need to-

“Well, why didn’t you say anything?” She steps closer to you. There is no malice in her tone. A simple question with a simple answer but you can’t pick up if this is a rejection or not.

“I didn’t know if you liked girls.” You mumble, taking a step back.

It’s not the reason. Maybe it’s one of them but you just needed the space to think. To breathe. But the back of your legs hit the bed and once again your backside is on the soft cushion of the mattress.

She moves even closer until her knees knock against yours.

“That doesn’t matter to me.” She shakes her head and cups your face with both hands so you look at her face, her smile (even though it’s only slight) alleviates the tension in your chest. “If I like someone, I like them and… I think I like you.

The relief that you feel meets an untimely demise when Eren approaches the bed. He pulls her body flush against his chest.

You truly were something. Here he was making it easy for you but you still can’t say what you want. A coward.

He whispers something inaudible into her ear and now you have both of them looking down at you. This is the smallest you’ve ever felt, wanting to shrink even further under their scrutinising gaze. Still, you feel a familiar tingle just buzzing in your lower belly as they size you up.

She tilts her head to the side, granting Eren access to her neck which he accepts. He plants soft wet kisses across the expanse of pale skin. Pink tongue and white teeth appear every now and then as he leaves bruises and bite marks on the, once flawless, canvas. Her eyes fall closed as she writhes in his hold, grinding her rear on to his crotch. His hands wander, underneath the hem of her short dress, exposing more of her milky thighs, black lace panties just barely visible. She hums, finally opening her eyes, to look at you, her thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks.

You can’t imagine how you look right now but you know how you feel. Your head is spinning from the erotic scene in front of you, clenching your thighs to alleviate some of the heat you feel, breathing heavily even though all you’re doing is watch, sitting there in your cartoon pajamas.

Mikasa gasps as he digs his teeth into her neck especially hard, leaving behind the dents of his incisors.

“Focus.” He murmurs into the crook of her neck.

You don’t know what he means but you can’t exactly blame her. If there were hands squeezing and clawing up your thighs, never reaching where you actually need them. If there was a tongue sliding over the sensitive skin of your neck, teeth raking over the same sore spots over and over again before soothing them with featherlight kisses and kitten licks. If you were in her place, you wouldn’t be able to focus either.

“I- I’ve never been with a girl though.”

Your mouth dries up at the promise of her words. There’s no way she means….

“But Eren said he’d help.”

Help?

There’s no chance for you to stop and question once he unzips her dress, letting it fall off her body, leaving her in her underwear in front of you. You can’t stop yourself from shamelessly raking your eyes over her body.

Yes, you’ve spent days with her, lounging around in swimsuits but this feels new. Maybe it’s the way the black lace cups the curves of her breasts, budding nipples just barely visible through the sheer fabric. Or maybe it’s the way the matching fabric only just covers her pussy, that’s just mere inches from your face. She’s so close you can practically smell her. Your tongue dips out to moisten your lips, practically dying to taste her.

Perhaps the biggest difference comes in the smouldering way she looks down at you, it’s the same desire you’ve had in your eyes for weeks, finally being reflected back at you.

Your hands twitch atop your thighs, itching to do something.

Touch her.

Touch yourself.

Anything.

She tugs at the sleeve of your shirt and that's all the instruction you need. You pull your shirt over your head, perhaps with a little more eagerness than necessary. While Eren unhooks the other woman’s bra, flinging it across the room. You feel your nipples harden instantly but you can’t be sure if it’s because it’s due to the cold air of the room or the heat of her stare on your chest.

Mikasa straddles you, stepping free from Eren’s hold. From the corner of your eye you see him unbutton his shirt but you can’t focus on him for too long. Not when your bare chests are pressed together. Both of you shudder as your nipples graze against each other and you feel the heat of her cunt radiate onto yours. You hear the sound of heavy breathing, you can’t tell if it’s hers or yours. You can smell her perfume, intoxicatingly sweet jasmine and amber. Her pupils are already blown wide, only a thin grey ring that lines the pitch black of her iris. You see your reflection of yourself in them and you can only imagine that she is seeing something similar. Mikasa has literally taken over all of your senses, all except for one.

She’s so close to you, she must be able to tell that your heart is racing. Her nose bumps against yours ever so softly. You’re almost too scared to even move. Everything about this moment feels like a dream, what if you close that millimeter gap and it ends?

But you know it's real when her petal soft lips press against yours. It can’t be anything but real when she kisses you, gently as though you might break. You can’t help but want more, slipping your tongue past her lips. And finally you taste her and you don’t think you’ll ever get enough.

You swallow all the sounds she makes as you lick the inside of her mouth, lips sliding against each other. Every whimper makes you hungry for more so you kiss her deeper, massaging her tongue with yours.

Puffs of air escape through your nose, but both of you are much too desperate to stop the kiss for something as trivial as breathing. It’s not worth losing the feeling of her mouth on yours.

Before long, your hands are wandering, trailing over the curve of her ass, rubbing over thin fabric that moulds to her body, tracing the intricate patterns of the lace. Her hand glides up your torso gripping the soft breast in her palms, making you moan into her mouth. She smiles into the kiss, rolling your nipple between her fingertips, sending small shocks of pleasure straight to your pussy.

You maneuver her body, rocking her back and forth on your lap. It’s not nearly enough friction. You’re dying to get rid of the fabric that separates you. You want to feel skin to skin how wet she is for you. You want her to know how unbelievably wet you are for her. You fiddle around trying to adjust the position, trying to get her closer to where you need her.

“Baby.” A deep voice cuts through the tension in the room. For a moment you’d forgotten he was there at all.

Much to your chagrin, Mikasa pulls away from the kiss. You’re both left panting with your lips swollen. Your heart sinks as you come to the realisation that this is as far as everything would go. One searingly passionate kiss and nothing more. You couldn’t imagine a crueler fate.

Mikasa looks over her shoulder for Eren’s instruction.

He crosses his arms over his bare chest, toned muscles rippling with the motion, and stalks over to the bed. “On your knees.”

Obediently, she sinks to the floor, kneeling in front of you with Eren directly behind her. Yes, you just made out with his girlfriend right in front of him but suddenly you’re self-conscious being half naked in front of him.

He’s staring at you and not in the ‘ogling your tits kind of way’. It’s like he’s sizing you up, breaking you down with just his eyes.

“Can I take these off?”

You blink down Mikasa, not believing your ears but you heard the words yourself, clear as day. Eren does nothing but stare, expression unreadable. The room is quiet as they wait for you to answer.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod hesitantly.

Mikasa helps you shuffle out of your shorts and panties in one go, leaving you fully naked. Your legs are already shaking, resisting the urge to snap shut out of embarrassment. You can’t hide anything, not when she holds your legs apart, exposing your bare pussy to herself and Eren.

“Look how pretty she is, Eren.” Her voice is breathy. You’ve never heard her sound like this.

It’s because she’s in awe. Day in, day out you two would lounge around in swimsuits and not once did she picture this is how you would underneath them. Perhaps it’s better that she didn’t, because the thought would drive her crazy.

“Real pretty.” He hums in agreement. He can admit, your little display had him rock solid already. But god seeing you puffy cunt, lips already shiny and slick just from making out has him aching.

Mikasa slips two fingers between your folds, barely grazing your clit.

She pulls her fingers away admiring the way your slick webs between them. She holds her hand up for Eren to see. “Real wet too.”

It proves too tempting for him to resist. Eren leans down to suck on her fingers, cleaning them of your arousal.

You wish you could deny how much it turns you on when you hear him moan at the taste of you on her fingers. But it does and you can only hope they didn't notice how you flinched at the sound.

“You wanna taste her?” He teases when he notices her pout. He’s speaking to her but looking directly at you, pinning you under his gaze. “Then ask.”

“Can I eat you out?” She doesn’t miss a beat.

That tilts your whole world. Are you really sure you’re not dreaming? You nod, not trusting your own voice right now. Mikasa spreads your legs even wider but Eren stops her, firmly grasping the back of her neck.

“Nah. Don’t make it so easy on her. She has to use her big girl words.”

If you weren’t willing to take what you wanted, then he would give it to you. Eren is a nice guy like that. But he’s not that nice. If you wanted it, you were gonna have to say so.

“Right.” She agrees. “I’ll ask again. You gonna let me taste this pretty cunt?”

Eren’s throbbing behind his zipper. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her talk like that. It’s not a monster, more of a little green pest that buzzes around his brain asking him why she’s never said those kinds of things to him.

“Yes… please.” you answer hastily but neither of the two seem to share your urgency.

Mikasa’s touch returns, spreading your lips apart, only for her gawk at your dripping entrance, so close you feel her exhales on your skin.

The buzz in his head goes quiet because she’s waiting for his permission. She’s still his.

“Go on. Taste.” Eren whispers in her ear.

With one broad stroke, she drags her tongue across your cunt making your hips cant up towards her face, both of you searching for what the other has to give.

You will your eyes to stay open, hoping to brand the image of her between your thighs like this into the recesses of your brain. You don’t know if this will ever happen again and in case it doesn’t, you’ll have this memory.

Her tongue laps at your hole with the kind of excitement you can only hope to reciprocate by grabbing on to her silky hair, pushing her tongue further inside you. Not too hard, just enough to guide her in the direction.

She’s close. Right ther-

“Oi.” A smack echoes throughout the room. Eren is now knelt behind Mikasa, massaging the now sore flesh that was reddened by his hand.

Eren hated that you were a coward and he wanted you to take what you wanted but he’d forgotten that what you wanted was his.

Her attention is on him once again and the familiar jealousy starts to crackle in your belly. When Mikasa said that Eren would “help out” you didn’t think it meant him interrupting you two everytime you were starting to enjoy yourself. Of course it was naive of you to think that Eren would let you enjoy anything tonight. Maybe he did bring you here just to mess with you.

You hoist up your upper body to rest on your elbows just in time to see Eren take out his cock. Or rather he makes sure you see it. Gives you an excellent view in fact. It’s fully erect, bobbing against his abdomen while he gropes the flesh of her ass, giving her one more spank for good measure.

“You said you wanted to top right? Stop bein’ a fucking pushover.” He growls.

Her panties are pulled to the side, letting him press the fat, drooling head past her lips. You feel her breath come out in quick puffs against your thighs as she tries to accommodate his impressive girth. Inch by inch he’s filling her up until his hips press up right against her plush cheeks where he rests for a moment .

You look down to where her head rests on your thigh. Her face is scrunched up in either pleasure or pain, you can’t discern which.

Then Eren starts moving, slow and shallow at first and finally her eyelids flutter open. “I’m not done.” She digs her nails into your skin, making you wince. “Put that pussy back on my face.”

Eren lets out a satisfied noise. He really doesn’t know where she learned to talk like that. Even though she’s talking to you, he still feels it so he rewards her by snapping his hips faster, pulling out almost completely before ramming himself back in.

You don’t need to be told twice. Soon you’re back where you were a minute ago, Mikasa hopes to do the same, dipping her head low, already missing the taste of you on her tongue.

Sure she knows her way around her own body but she’s never eaten anyone out. She wonders if everyone tastes this sweet. Doubtful. She’s so eager for more wanting her tongue as close to the source as possible.

But before she can get there Eren chimes in.

“Nuh-uh baby. Go for the clit.”

Mikasa doesn’t argue because she knows that he’s helping her in the right direction. She can’t vouch for his skills, having had first hand experience. If she could learn to eat pussy half as good as Eren that would be enough to brag about.

She parts your slippery folds ever so delicately until she finds the swollen bud, that’s just throbbing for attention.

Her tongue hangs out of her mouth, tentatively flicking against it. She watches your face intently, taking careful note of your reaction. And what a reaction it is. Your thighs twitch beside her head, threatening to trap her between your thighs while you moan something that definitely sounds like her name.

She wants to hear it again to be sure.

“Spit on it.” He instructs her again.

You don’t think she will. The Mikasa you know would never do something so-

She doesn’t question his orders, cheeks hollowing out to collect her saliva that she allows to mix with your juices.

“See how messy she is? Fuckin’ sloppy.”

“So sexy.” She murmurs before diving for your clit again. Her tongue flicks at it haphazardly, she can’t get a good reach because of the way Eren’s thrusts shake her body. It feels good but you need more, shuffling down the bed until she can wrap her lips around the bundle of nerves. Everytime Eren hits just the right spot inside of her she moans against you, and you can feel the vibrations radiate from your pelvis up your spine.

While you’re so entranced by your own pleasure you don’t notice Eren’s lascivious stare. Mikasa being so eager to make you feel good should enrage him. He shouldn’t be this turned on, watching his girlfriend get on her knees for someone else, especially not you. But seeing the way, you’re so desperately trying to keep yourself from rutting against her face, nearly drawing blood from your bottom lip to try and keep yourself quiet. It’s adorable. But Mikasa has been too easy on you in his opinion and he doesn’t think you deserve ‘easy’. He wants to see your attitude breakdown bit by bit.

“Fingers. Use your fingers baby.” He prompts while slowing his thrusts, giving Mikasa more room to work.

One slender finger slides into your dripping cunt, feeling near no resistance on its way. Noticing how easily you take her, she’s quick to add a second, scissoring her fingers to stretch you out. High pitched ah ah ahs fall from your lips matching the rhythm of the drag of her fingers against your walls, the rhythm of Eren’s thrusts into her. It’s agonisingly slow, so she can enjoy the sight of you sucking her back in every time her fingers attempt to leave and admire the way your sticky arousal drips down her knuckles, onto the satin sheets.

Once Eren decides he’s had enough of that he picks up the pace again, meaning Mikasa has no choice but to follow suit. While her fingers pump in and out of you, she crooks them ever so slightly to try and find your g-spot.

When she prods at the spongy spot you go limp for just a second “Mikasa. Oh my god!” You squeal.

“Oho. She likes it.” Eren remarks, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Keep doing that.”

Mikasa is nothing if not diligent. She consistently aims for that spot while her tongue stimulates your clit, stroking it over and over again. You’re practically rushing towards an orgasm, stomach muscles already tightening up and white spots already clouding your vision.

“G-gonna. Fuck. ‘M gonna cum.” You stammer, teetering on the edge.

“You hear that baby?” Eren asks. “She wants to come for you.”

Eren tugs on her hair, pulling up her head so she can answer him, but all she can manage is a string of needy whimpers.

“What do you say? Hm?” He pulls harder, not satisfied with her response.

“Mm-ah. No.” She slips her fingers out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothings.

“Atta girl.” He praises her, beginning to fuck her in earnest now.

All you can do is watch as Eren fucks her stupid on his cock, driving her closer and closer to her peak while you feel your own pleasure dissapate into nothing.

A hazy fog has descended over her eyes, she’s looking at you but she’s so far gone that she may as well be looking past you.

Eren’s hair is messy, chocolatey strands framing his face, skin dewy with sweat. The heavy plap plap plap of his hips ramming into her ass is deafening. He catches you staring and you can’t even find it in you to be embarrassed although you do regret inflating his already sizeable ego.

“Tell her how it feels.” He hooks his middle finger into her cheek “Tell her how good my cock feels inside you.”

He has no issue with admitting he’s being petty but he wants you to see what he does to her.

No, scratch that.

He wants you to feel it. That deep hunger you have for Mikasa? He wants a share in it too. He wants you hungry like that for him too.

“Feelsh shhho good. Eren’shh cock feelsh sshoo good.” Her words are barely coherent, drool seeping from the corners of her mouth.

“Hmm. Ask her if she wants it.” He grunts.

“You want him to fuck you?” She slurs, words distorted by the obstructing force of his finger.

Do you?

Before you would swear up and down that you hated Eren. You still do. But Mikasa has gone delirious on his cock, mouth hanging open with her tongue lolling out, whining muffled “Eren Eren Eren”s even with him fish hooking her, and you can’t deny that it has you curious. It doesn’t help that you’re still desperate, from being left high and dry, poor empty pussy just begging for attention.

You shake your head yes and Mikasa’s hand comes down hard on your sore puffy clit. “Words.”

“Yes please.” You mewl. Tears prickle at your eyes from the sting between your legs. “Please. I want Eren to fuck me.”

“So well behaved.” Eren mocks you. “Hm?” He stops moving, still balls deep inside her.

“Good girl.” Mikasa practically purrs, lifting her head up once more. The small praise makes you feel flustered, desperate for more.

“Yeah?” His palm comes down hard on her ass. She almost sounds delighted at the pain. “What are you gonna do for your good girl?”

“I’m gonna make her cum on my tongue.” With that she’s back into your pussy, face first, suckling on your clit with quick pulses and pumping into you with three of her fingers.

It doesn’t take long for her to bring you back to that peak. Maybe because she left you on the edge just a moment ago only to let you watch her get fucked within an inch of her life. Maybe it’s you’ve been wanting this, fantasizing about this for weeks. Or maybe it’s because (as per usual), Eren Jaeger doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up, a string of filthy words falling from his lips.

“You're doing so well baby.” He still hasn’t moved, more focused watching Mikasa fuck you open on her fingers. She’s so focused on making you cum, he wonders if she’s even listening but he knows that you are. “Gonna make that sloppy pussy cum so good. Let her make a mess all over your face.”

That’s the catalyst. It’s then that you’re falling into the abyss of pleasure, legs shaking as you writhe on the bed, while Mikasa’s fingers ride you through your high, gradually coming to halt as everything subsides.

When you finally feel grounded again, you open your eyes in time to see Eren pull Mikasa’s face towards him. Tonguing at her mouth, licking inside and around it to clean off the remnants of your orgasm. You watch longly from the bed as their tongues tangle together, tasting the mixture of you and each other.

When Eren has had enough, Mikasa turns to you, spit-slicked face gleaming under the dim lights. “My turn right?” She asks you, still slightly breathless.

Eren answers in your stead. “Yeah, take these off.” He stretches the elastic of her underwear so it can flick back against her skin. He’s trying very hard to sound indifferent because he’d be mortified if you knew how eager he was to see Mikasa rut against your face until she cums.

“Move up.” The instruction is for you this time, Eren patting your knees that still dangle over the edge of the bed. You clamber up until your head lands on the soft, downy pillows, body sprawled on the length of the mattress now. Eren crawls on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs. Mikasa sits next to your head, now sans panties.

He nudges against your tender pussy with the bulbous head of his cock, spreading your lips apart ever so slightly.

You don’t expect a ceremony, closing your eyes in anticipation for the burn you know is coming. It never does.

“Beg for it.”

Your eyes fly open, face immediately moulding into a scowl. He looks down at you with unabashed cockiness, clearly amused at your frustration.

“You fucking bastard! I-“

“_____. “ Mikasa trails her hand down your neck, grazing over your sternum and tracing the underside of your breast and circling your areola. Your nipples stiffen under the light touch. “He said ‘beg’.”

“But I already said it, didn’t I!?” Your irritation simmers when you address her, still deep down you cringe at how petulant you sound.

Eren’s hand comes down hard against your pussy and you let out a loud cry on impact. His hands are bigger, stronger and harder than Mikasa’s and that one spank leaves your whole pussy aching.

“Told you babe. You were being too soft.” He slides his tip through your folds while you twitch underneath the two of them, spreading is pre-cum around, mixing it with your juices. “Now she thinks she can get whatever she wants.”

She takes your nipple between her fingers, tugging on it gently. “Is that true?” She twists it hard, making you wince. “ I thought you were a good girl.”

She soothes the sore nipple by laving her tongue across it but the reprieve doesn’t last long as she sinks her teeth into the hardened nub.

“I’ll be good!” You whimper.

You're dizzy from the teasing; Mikasa playing with your tits, mouth around one nipple while her hand gropes the other one and the torturous drag of the full length of Eren’s cock up and down your pussy. It’s slow enough for you to feel every ridge and vein around him, always stopping to tease your entrance, but never giving you the stretch you’re craving.

“P-please.” Your voice is hoarse. “Please Eren fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.”

He’s content with that; hearing you beg for him. He would never admit out loud that he’s jealous but there is a certain envy that sits heavy in his bones knowing that you want his girlfriend and she wants you just as bad. That's why it helps to know that, at the same time, you want him and he wants you too, just in a different way. It's messy and twisted, perhaps a little too complicated to unravel now. Because right now he wants to fuck you until you cry.

Yeah, that’s the way he wants you

In one quick, smooth motion he enters. You let silent scream and just as you feel full enough to burst, he reaches his hilt.

Mikasa lets go of your nipple with a pop and murmurs, “There’s my good girl.” Against the shell of your ear.

Without warning, Eren starts to move, impossibly deep thrusts, moulding your walls to the shape of him. He prods against a spot inside you that has your back bowing off the bed but he holds you down by planting one of his large hands firmly on your stomach.

Soon, he’s fucking you hard and fast. He can’t help it. The loud sound of your sopping wet cunt squelching every time he slides home, dripping down his hefty balls as they slap against your ass with each brutal thrust, was just egging him on.

That, combined with the sweet-sounding quiet moans of his girlfriend with her hand between her thighs, rubbing quick, quick circles while she’s seemingly unable to take her eyes off of the both of you.

She perches up on her knees to get a better look. Wanting to see exactly where he enters you, wanting to see your pussy stretched out way more than her slim fingers could do.

The creamy ring that encircles the base of Eren’s cock makes her shudder. She feels a sense of pride, knowing that translucent strands of your cum was because of her. Part of why you’re so sex-drunk right now is because of her.

“Eren.” She purrs. “You’re fucking her so good. Making her feel so good.” She uses her free hand to tweak at her nipples, eyes flitting frantically between you and him.

“F-fuck!” You cry out as Eren bottoms out and stays there. He leans over you, face hovering just above yours, the strands of his hair brushing over your cheeks. His pelvis is against your clit, providing delicious pressure but not much else.

“Open.”

It takes a moment for you to process that he’s giving you an instruction. But then, you slacken your jaw, lips parting.

“Looks like you can listen huh?” He sneers. “Stick out your tongue.”

And you do.

It’s all so Eren can drop a glob of spit from his mouth into yours. He makes sure he does it slowly, so that the string of saliva can stretch and stretch and stretch until it plops unceremoniously on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow. Keep it there.”

He gives you another one, coating your tongue in his spit while your own begins to pool in your mouth.

“Hey babe. You didn’t get to cum.” He addresses Mikasa. He gives you one shallow thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock nudging against your cervix.

“Yeah?” She perks up, catching the meaning behind his words.

“Yeah.” He grunts, one more of those thrusts that puts him so deep you feel like he’s fucking the air out of your lungs.

She leans over you too now. Two pairs of eyes, look down on you from above. You blink your eyes shut, trying to escape their scrutiny.

“Open your eyes, sweet girl.” Mikasa coaxes you out of your sheepishness. She purses her baby pink lips, as if considering her next words. “Make me cum. Can you do that for me?”

For the third time that night, you have to question if you’re dreaming or not.

You nod your head a yes, feeling your own saliva pool in your mouth.

“So, so good.” Mikasa tells you.

“Shit.” Eren’s hips jerk against you, when. you squeeze tight around him when she tells you that. “Say that again.” He grits out.

Mikasa is positioning herself, facing Eren with her knees next to your ears, soaking wet pussy just an inch or so above your face.

“What?”

Their conversation is nothing but a faint buzz in the back of your mind, how could you focus on anything except what was right in front of you. Her pretty pink pussy, all wet just for you. The smell of her is heady, rich and sweet. The kind of thing you would get addicted to. God if she would only….

“——, you're such a good girl.” She sighs as she finally sinks down, resting directly on your face.

You moan involuntarily, finally getting to taste what your mouth has been watering for. You let your tongue stay still, letting her grind herself down on it. She tries to roll her hips in fluid motions but they stutter every time her clit rolls over your tongue as she lets out the most melodic moans.

You know that you’re being greedy now, but you can’t help it, the more she gives you, the more you want. Your hands fly up to her thighs and hold her in place. The tip of your tongue catches the rim of her leaking hole, trying to draw more of the sweet honey.

Eren clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “There you go again, letting her do whatever she wants.”

She pays him no mind, slipping her hand between her thighs to play with her clit, while your tongue massages the inside of her walls. “You’re just mean. She just wants to make me feel g-good r- ah right?” She rubs Her other hand tweaks one of your nipples, signalling to you that she wants an answer.

You moan a yes, muffled by the weight of her. You’re darting your tongue in and out of her pussy, unintentionally matching the pace of Eren’s unyielding thrusts.

She rolls the pulsing numb under her fingers, round and round. Her breathing quickens as she tries to bounces on your face; shallow up and down movements.

You can tell she’s close and briefly lament the fact that you won’t be able to see her face when she cums. You wish you could see what she looks like when that wave of pleasure finally crests. But when her knees dig into the mattress beneath her and rooting her firmly against your face, moaning your name as the waves of an orgasm rock her body, you can’t bring yourself to regret a thing. You’d let Eren have that. Getting to swallow down every drop that spills from her is more than a fair trade-off.

You clamp down on Eren’s cock, quickly approaching another orgasm of your own. Mikasa rides out hers by rutting against your tongue, her moans gradually fading into gasps.

“Make her real cum real hard okay ‘Ren?” She still hasn’t fully regained her bearings before she climbs off your face, (much to your dismay). “She really earned it.” She sighs giddy with bliss, plopping down beside you, turning her body to face you.

Eren huffs. “Your wish is my command.” His reaches your raw clit, rubbing it in harsh circles, setting your nerves alight like a livewire. There’s no way you could have held off your orgasm. Your muscles pull taut as you cum around his cock while he pummels your g-spot throughout your climax. As soon as you’ve come down, he pulls out of you. You whine, despite yourself, disappointed at the abrupt emptiness.

Eren mutters various expletives as he strokes himself over you. He’s coated in your cum and it makes the most obscene noise with every flick of his wrist. He releases onto your stomach hot, white ropes of cum shooting out, streaking from your belly button right down to the mound of your pussy. He milks his cock, desperate to get out every last drop, jolting his hips with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

He collapses on your other side, leaving you sandwiched between the couple.

For a moment the room is filled just with heavy breathing, the three of you recovering from your recent activities.

Mikasa drags her fingers across your torso, smearing Eren’s cum over your skin.

Your body is sticky all over, a mess of sweat and sex. All of you are. But you’re not able to get your muscles to move, just yet.

As the lust that fogs your brain clears, nagging questions start to rear their head.

‘What does this mean for us now?’ being the most pertinent.

You roll over, to face Mikasa.

Perhaps now isn’t the time to ask, but you’ve learned your lesson about waiting until the right time. It’s in everyone’s best interest to clear it all up as soon as possible.

“So um- agh!” you choke around a sudden intrusion and a salty taste spreads across your taste buds.

“Not now.” Mikasa gags you with two of her digits that are coated in Eren’s cum.

“Yeah.” Eren jostles behind you. His sinewy arm snakes around your waist pulling you into his chest. At the small of your back you can feel his dick pressed up against you, already at half mast. “We’ll talk later.”

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stickyy · 4 years ago

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I loved what you wrote about student! college! aizawa,if it's not too much trouble,I would like to read a second part but it contains a sub!aizawa,dom!reader,mommy kink and pegging please. I have to take advantage of the fact that you are the first blog with dark content that I see that accepts pegging,an opportunity that I will not miss,but if it gets complicated for you oh you don't like it,you can reject my request.

DISCLAIMER: always ask for consent first!

warnings: DUBCON, sub!aizawa, edging, verbal abuse, bondage, pegging, gn!reader but light mommy kink is used in reference to, praise kink if you squint?, slightly unrealistic depictions of pegging, reader is fed up but that doesnt excuse their actions :P

word count: 3489

notes: sorry for the delay, i hope u like anon! :D there should always be more pegging fic out there

part 1 here

EXAM SEASON

Finals season is quickly approaching, sending the entire campus into a frenzy, students scrambling like displaced ants trying to finish last minute assignments, novel-esque essays, merciful extra credit projects. The workload takes its toll on everyone, even the star students. You found Aizawa in even worse moods more frequently; a schedule consisting of all nighters spent studying old material followed by early classes and a job on the side, he was absolutely exhausted. You sometimes sneak a peek over at him during class to see his head bobbing slightly, bloodshot eyes struggling to stay open as he fights sleep. A small part of you feels bad for him; he’s a diligent student, and you were sympathetic to his exhaustion.

You still hate the asshole, though.

You found yourself snagged in a twisted sort of arrangement with Aizawa after midterms. There was always a half-assed attempt at tutoring you before giving up and cramming his cock down your throat or deep inside your cunt, leaving you sore and dripping with his cum, all the while spewing insults targeted at your intelligence (or lack thereof). In exchange, he’d complete your assignments and allow you to copy his answers on exam days. Ignoring the situation is where you make peace with yourself; you feel used, but you also have no other option if you want to pass this class.

What you hate the most is the way you roll over and take it. You’re more than just a hole to fuck, you know that, but you’re helpless against his searing abuse and venomous scowls. Even when you try to be nice, it only makes him crueler, your soft pleas and offers of peace an invitation to tear you down and make you cry. You want to fight, to claw and tear into him out of spite. You don’t want to feel so weak anymore.

So, you decide to do something about it.

It’s late, campus illuminated by street lamps and headlights of cars passing by as you make your way into the dorms. After your first encounter, Aizawa began inviting you back to his room instead of the library, deciding to “study” in his personal space as opposed to possibly getting caught in the library with his cock down your throat. You didn’t complain, but it’s especially convenient today, with what you have planned. Knocking on the door softly, you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, anxious for what’s to come.

“Open,” he calls out from inside, prompting you to enter. You pass through the messy common room he shares with his roommate and enter his bedroom, opening the door quietly. Aizawa’s room is tidy compared to the outside, bed made, tousled only where he sits with his laptop, typing.

“You’re late,” he squints at you from behind the screen, shutting the device. “Not surprising.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, placing your book bag on the floor and taking out the very heavy law textbook (that you hadn’t bothered to open since midterms). You take your seat next to him and open to the most recent chapter you read over. He’s silent, only speaking to answer your questions as you focus on the text. You can tell he’s sleepy, his responses slurred and delayed, and you glance over to see him dozing off. Late study sessions and Aizawa’s recent exhaustion meant more often than not that he fell asleep before tormenting you. The first time was startling, but you learned that it was a regular occurrence.

You prefer Aizawa when he’s drowsy. His usually hard features were softened, quiet snores rumbling from his chest. His dark hair messily framing his face as he leans back against the headboard of his bed, arms folded over his chest. He’s good-looking, no doubt. If his personality matched, you could see yourself falling for him.

His eyes open, shooting you a questioning look, and you duck your head back into your textbook, embarrassed at being caught staring.

You keep quiet for another 20 or so minutes, waiting until he’s truthfully asleep and not just resting. You have to be careful not to wake him, as you aren’t keen on being reprimanded for what you're about to do.

Once you’ve deemed it safe, you stealthily open your bag and retrieve the small plastic bag stored inside. With the help of online shopping, you bought some handcuffs, lube, a dildo, and a harness. You aren’t all into pegging, but this was less about the sex and more about proving yourself, forcing him to respect you, in some perverse way. You retrieve the cuffs, gripping them carefully as to not make any sounds. This is the most crucial part; as long as you could get him restrained, you’d could dish out any revenge you desire. You slip off of the bed and tip-toe, almost comically, around the other side of the bed. You test the waters, snapping your fingers near Aizawa. He doesn’t stir, chest rising and falling with his deep breathing.

You steel yourself with a deep breath; this was your chance. You make quick work with the handcuffs, gently yet hastily clicking the metal around one wrist and looping the cuffs through the headboard before securing his other wrist. A grin spreads across your face; you’re thankful he’s such a deep sleeper.

Now that you had him where you wanted him, you were paralyzed by the sheer amount of possibilities. You climb over him apprehensively, hovering over the unconscious man, who only shifts minutely. The peaceful look on his face puts a small pit in your stomach; this was wrong… right? Technically, this was assault. You frown, a small chill running down your spine. Is this what you had become? It was almost enough to convince you to stop, but you force yourself to remember the first time Aizawa had his way with you, the way you choked and gagged and had to hide your face until you could find a bathroom to wipe off the dried cum that adhered to your skin.

This was his fault; he made you like this.

“Fuck it,” you say aloud, bracing yourself before grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking, hard. He awakes with a surprised gasp, wrenching his head away from the assault.

“The fuck?” He bites, eyes drowsily scouring the situation. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just waking you up,” you smile, releasing your grip. “It’s kind of boring watching you sleep. I thought we were supposed to be studying.”

Aizawa gives you an agitated look, disoriented as he tries to move, only to find his range of motion limited. “You fucking handcuffed me?”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t wake up,” you chuckle, sliding your hands under his shirt and running your hands over his taut stomach. He keeps his eyes on you with an expectant expression, waiting for an explanation.

“You know, I like you so much more when you're asleep,” you continue, idly tracing patterns on the skin of his abdomen. “No insults, no curses, no glaring. You’re pretty handsome when you’re not being a total douchebag.”

“Let me go,” he ignores you, yanking the handcuffs. “This isn’t funny.”

“I think it’s pretty funny, actually. You’ve spent all semester treating me like shit, and for what? All I’ve done is be nice to you, even after you call me names and abuse me. It hurts my feelings, you know? It’s not like I’m trying to fail this class, I just needed a little extra help, and you take advantage of that every week. So I do think this is pretty fucking hilarious. Maybe you’ll see just how great I feel when you bully me.”

If looks could kill, your heart would have stopped right then and there. Rage burns behind his glare when he meets your eyes, still struggling to break the cuffs. You’d never seen him like this; at his worst, he seems moderately annoyed in your day to day. Despite being an insufferable asshole, he always manages to keep a cool air about him. Never giving anyone much of a reaction, he’s only nasty when he desires. Watching his face take a red tint and his eyes narrow in frustration send waves of satisfaction rippling through your chest.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he grits out, “If you let me go now, I’ll forget all about this. I promise that you don’t want what’s coming for you once I get out of these cuffs.”

He did have a point; you had no idea what you were doing. That wasn’t going to stop you, though.

“Aw, it’s not so fun now, isn’t it?” You coo at him in a demeaning tone, pouting dramatically. Your wandering hands slid to his crotch, where you could feel his length stirring curiously. You bark out a laugh.

Pulling down his sweats and boxers, your mouth waters at his hardening length. Normally, your stomach would drop at the sight in anticipation for physical abuse you were about to receive. But this? This was different; knowing that you’re the one in control is absolutely captivating. You take his cock in your hands, slowly working your hand up and down. He stays silent in defiance, steady in his glare in an attempt to intimidate you. It would work, usually, but with his hands bound there was nothing he could do to you. He’s betrayed by a pleased noise that slips from his throat.

“Don’t tell me you like this? You want to be taken advantage of, is that it?” you taunt, basking in his agitation as you speed your hand up, thumbing the pre gathering on the slit.

“Watch it,” is his only response, voice dangerously low. He keeps quiet, not willing to surrender to the reactions you’re trying to draw from him. It’s a challenge, if anything, and you weren’t going to back down..

He’s fully erect in no time- you’ve spent enough time as his cocksleeve to know exactly what he likes and responds to. His eyes fall shut as you squeeze tighter, hips canting up into your hand, chasing his own release. You keep it up until he gets a little louder, close to release, and you pull your hand away, watching his dick twitch helplessly.

“Fuck- why’d you stop?” he asks groggily, opening his eyes.

“You didn’t think that I was just going to let you cum that easily, did you? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one,” you shuffle off of the bed, smiling over your shoulder as you hook your thumbs in the band of your leggings. You make a show of sliding the material down over your ass, purposefully leaning over and arching your back. You hear a pleased growl from the bed, causing you to giggle as you pull your underwear down as well.

“You could still let me go,” he offers, giving you a once over as you climb back over him, “I could forget about this if you let me fuck you.”

“Nice try, but I’ll be the one doing the fucking tonight,” you grab your bag from the floor, retrieving the lube but leaving the dildo and harness obscured in the bag. You squeeze a generous amount onto your fingers, causing Aizawa to give you a puzzled look.

“You don’t need lube, you’re always so wet for me,” it’s more of a question than an observation, since your previous trysts never included anything but his spit and your own juices. You just give him a smile before nudging his thighs open with your own, trailing your hand slowly beneath his balls, settling in between his ass and your lubed fingers circle the muscle there. The look on his face is priceless, absolutely shocked at the prospect of you inside of him. He thrashes in protest but you’re steadfast, pinning his hips down with your other hand.

“You can’t be serious,” his voice is alarmed, almost erring on the side of anxious, “you’re dumber than I thought if you think you’re just going to get away with any of this shit.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?” you sing-song, using your dry hand to tug playfully on the cuffs, “You’re a little tied up at the moment.”

“I’m going to beat your cunt up when I get out of these,” it’s a threat, and you ignore the way your stomach flutters at the words, eyes trained on his as you push two fingers inside.

He grunts, his face scrunching up, almost cutely, at the burn of the stretch. You expected him to be tight, but given how tense he is, it’s difficult to push all the way inside. You take it slow, savoring the pained expression on his face; it’s a stark contrast to his cocky demeanor when you’re being subjugated to his abuse. His chest is heaving, a lovely red flush spreading across his skin, eyebrows knit tight, lips bitten red- you’re obsessed. You move your fingers in and out slowly, scissoring just gently enough not to seriously hurt him, but enough to watch him writhe. His dick twitches despite (or maybe due to?) the pain, still red and dripping.

“This is priceless,” you laugh, “if you wanted to get fucked so badly, all you had to do was ask, you know? Mommy would’ve taken care of it for you.”

“Mommy?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “you’re insane.”

Any further insult is cut off with a sharp gasp, eyes shooting open in shock, and you know you’ve found it.

You stroke his prostate with a heavy hand, grinding your fingers into the spongy spot inside of him as he struggles to breathe, back arching deliciously. You can’t help but smirk; you kind of get it now. If this is how tormenting you makes Aizawa feel, then you understand why he was so cruel.

“Fuck,” he chokes on a whine that sends heat down your spine, . Your wrist is beginning to strain, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It’s cute; he’s writhing, his hips seeking the stimulation he was previously avoiding as he moans openly, loudly. His cock is an angry purple, pre pooling on his stomach from where it’s leaking. He looks like he’s close, eyes beginning to roll back when you pull your fingers out, laughing as you ruin his orgasm for the second time.

“Please,” he’s breathless, a betrayed look on his face as his hips rock on nothing, desperate to cum.

“Begging already? We haven’t even gotten started yet!”

You reach over into the plastic bag, pulling out the dildo and harness. You can clearly see the fear on his face this time as he moves to sit up, the fog of pleasure clearing quickly.

“Wait,” panic sets in his voice yet again. If you were him, you would be scared too; the toy is thicker than the two fingers you used, something you chose purposefully. You stand and slip on the harness, ignoring his attempts to reason with you.

“What’s wrong? I thought I didn’t know what I was doing?” you ask innocently, forcing your hips between his legs and drizzling some lube on the toy, warming it up with your palm.

“That’s the fucking problem, you idiot, you don’t,” he seethes, pulling on the restraints again, “It won’t fit, and you’re not sending me to the hospital.”

“Exactly, I won’t send you to the hospital. Mommy’s gonna take good care of you,” you coo, settling between his legs.

“Just let me go,” it’s the first genuine plea you’ve heard from him, the sincerity pulling your attention to his eyes where you see a look you can’t quite place. He looks… afraid? Remorseful? It’s enough to give you pause, equal parts consideration and schadenfreude. You settle for leaning forward and placing an uncharacteristically saccharine kiss on his forehead, your humanity getting the best of you.

“All you have to do is relax, okay?” you whisper, resting the tip of the toy against his entrance. He shuts his eyes in anticipation, resigned to his fate, and you push in gently, watching his hole swallow the silicone. The way Aizawa contorts, back bowed to scoot away from the pressure of the toy is salacious, drawing a moan from deep within your chest. He can’t get far due to the restraints, and he lets out a soft sob at the stretch of the toy, face scrunched tight. You push slowly until you bottom out, your hips pressed firmly against his, grinding in small circles to alleviate your own ache. He exhales shakily, unaware that he was holding his breath.

“See, it’s not so bad right?” you soothe, rubbing your thumb against his hip soothingly. “You should be grateful; I’m so much nicer than you are.”

“Fuck you,” it comes out weaker than intended, his voice strained as he tries to adjust to the girth of the toy.

You pull out slowly, experimentally, watching his stomach clench from the sensation of silicone caressing his insides. His dick gives an interested twitch, despite his demeanor, and that’s the invitation you need to start moving. It’s a little awkward at first, but your enthusiasm combined with the size of the toy more than makes up for your inexperience. He’s breathless, still uncomfortable, but you can see his body slowly relax as he tries to make sense of the sensations coursing through his body.

“You like this, don’t you?” you dig, eyes transfixed on his face, “Is that why you're so mean to me? You strut around like an asshole, just to hide the fact that you’re just a little bitch?”

You focus on angling your hips, searching for his prostate again, and when you find it, you commit to fucking him. He’s loud, stray tears sliding down his face as his body struggles to comprehend both the pain of the stretch and pleasure of the abuse.

“Fuck, you’re cute like this,” you sigh, “you’re meant for this, aren’t you? Meant to get your ass bred by your Mommy? You’d be so much more tolerable if you were sweet like this all of the time.”

His dick jerks violently but he shakes his head with a weak ‘no’, too lost in the sensation to retort any further. You’re soaked by now, the pressure of the toy on your end combined with the power trip pushing you to the edge. It takes all of your self-control, but you suddenly stop, unwilling to let yourself finish so quickly; there’s still unfinished business here.

“Tell me I’m pretty,” it comes out before you can even really think about it, but the words hang heavily in the air.

“Huh?”

“You’re never nice to me, so if you want me to even consider letting you cum, you better start kissing up.”

He hesitates, but when you shift slightly and the blunt head of the toy rubs against his prostate, he changes his tune very quickly.

“Fuck- you’re cute, ‘s the reason why I’m mean to you. So cute when you’re about to cry-” you give him a particularly hard slap on his ass and he winces, muttering a quick apology.

“You’re pretty even when I’m not fucking you, too,” is all you get, but it’s the first genuine compliment you’ve gotten out of the asshole since you’ve met him, and your heart soars. He’s awful and mean and evil but the simple statement is enough for you.

“I’ll let you cum if you beg for it,” you grunt, rutting your hips enthusiastically. You’re close, but you refuse to finish first. He’s needy, thanks to being edged twice, and he’s unable to resist your promise.

“Please, fuck, please let me cum,” he whimpers, voice wet and eyes watery.

“Please what?”

“Mommy! Fuck, please mommy, just let me cum, it hurts, fuck, please,” he babbles, and it’s enough for you. You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke it firmly, hips speeding up as you chase your own release. It’s quick- he finishes almost embarrassingly fast, and the whorish wail that rips from his throat sends you right over the edge, your vision blurring at the corners as you stay trained on his face, obscene and submissive.

It’s quiet after you stop, both of you catching your breath. You pull out slowly, watching the way his hole flutters and you giggle, your body and ego fully satiated. You look back to his face; he looks more fucked out than you’ve ever seen him, almost like he’s about to fall back asleep.

“Can we call it a truce?” You break the silence, grinning as he cracks open an eye to give you a scalding look.

“Fuck. You.”

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winchester-purgatory · 4 years ago

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Fake marriage, snobby mother and booty calls | Dean Winchester x OC

Summary: Awsten’ sister tells their parents she’s married - she isn’t. Dean accepts to play along when her parents comes to visit for dinner

Word count: 1670

Notes: I wrote this for the Christmas bingo I participated back in December but only now got to finish it

Dean Winchester wasn't husband material. He liked old cars, 80s rock music, had a bit of a drinking problem and had been in jail. He hated to wear ties, being more of a flannel kind of guy, and always had oil or grease stained hands from fixing cars.

Her mom was going to hate him.

He was also a bit of a ladies man, but that part didn't need to be mentioned at the Christmas gathering.

''Are you sure this is a good idea?’’

''You gotta be there,'' Awsten insisted, looking at Dean over the island countertop where they were having breakfast. ''My sister already told everyone I was married. I would be the family’s laughingstock if I they show up for dinner and there is no man in my apartment after such a big news.''

''I still don't get why you couldn't tell them it was a misunderstanding. Why make things complicated when they were initially simple?''

''Because they're from another generation and won't understand. They won't find it funny that we played the 'just married' card to get free alcohol. Or that we only hook up on the daily.'' The redhead sighed, taking a sip of her hot coffee. ''If Charlie hadn't tagged us on social media, my sister would've never seen the picture and caption...''

Dean reached out, squeezing Awsten’s bare thigh on the bar stool, and looked at her with apologetic eyes. ''Charlie’s really sorry. She didn’t think the picture would get to your family.''

''I know. It’s okay. I made my peace with it. Now, we just have to play pretend.'' She stood, taking her empty plate and putting it in the sink to wash later.

Today was going to be a long day and Awsten was dreading all of it. Having her parents and sister over for Christmas wasn’t part of her December plans. For the last two years, she had escaped the family reunions and had intended to do it again this year. She didn't hate her family, they were just so strict, judgemental and draining to be around.

She'd rather rent a cabin in the mountains with a couple friends - Charlie and Dean included. At least, that promised a lot of fun.

Dean joined her by the sink, doing the same with his dishes.

''Thank you for doing this, Dean.''

As insane as the situation was, Awsten was glad to have someone like Dean. Not everyone would have agreed to partake in her crazy plan and play married couple for the holidays, even for one night. And, he will definitely add some spice to her family's Christmas dinner.

''It was my idea in the first place to get the alcohol. And, I wasn’t going to say no to free turkey.''

Awsten scoffed. ''The turkey might be free, but you are helping me. I’m not gonna do all the hard work by myself, Winchester.''

''I would try to eclipse myself, but since you did most of the work last night, I guess I could help you for today,'' he said as he slid a hand under Awsten's tee shirt to cup one of her cheeks and gave it a small squeeze.

After six hours of chopping, whisking and seasoning, the faux-married couple were finally ready to receive Awsten’s family.

The redhead has put a red tablecloth to mask the chips on the wooden table, something that would've definitely not gone unnoticed by her mother, and pulled out the pretty candle set she had received three Christmases ago to decorate the center.

Dean lit up the Christmas tree filled with miscandellous, non-traditional ornaments and hoped no one would point out the missing Christmas crib under the tree. It was somewhere in the storage closet and Awsten didn't feel like fetching it.

As they were setting the table, Dean caught the silver ring on the redhead’s finger. ''Just so you know, I would've never offered you this cheap ass looking ring. My wife deserves something better than a plastic rock.''

Awsten narrowed her eyes. ''I did with what I had and with the time I had, Dean! I couldn't get myself a real wedding ring. Diamonds are hella expensive.''

''You didn’t even get me one.''

''I forgot. But, knowing my family, they won't even notice. They'll be too occupied looking elsewhere,'' she promised.

''You mean my charming smile?''

She glanced at his flannel and stubbles, both red flags in her mother's book. ''Among others.''

It was around six o’clock when the doorbell rang. Awsten smoothed her velvet dress and checked her lipstick in the hallway mirror before opening the door.

''How can you get married and not tell us? I didn't raise you like this,'' her mom asked, skipping the greetings and walking in like it was her own place.

Awsten contained herself, forcing a smile. ''Hello to you too, Mom…''

Richard and Emilie, Awsten’s dad and sister, followed inside, shutting the door behind. They shed peeled off their winter layers and hung them on the overflowing coat hanger.

The elder woman peered into the apartment, looking for the handsome man her daughter had married. ''Now, where is that husband of yours? We didn't make all that travel for nothing.''

''I’m right here, Mrs. Torres,'' Dean replied, coming to the entrance to greet the guests. He kissed both her mom and sister’s cheeks and shook hands with Richard, his politeness surprising the Torres.

Although he had succeeded to impress her with his politeness, Dean didn't earn Cecelia's approval. She gave him an up and down look, disapproval casting itself on her face almost immediately.

''Shall we move to the kitchen? Dinner is ready.''

''What's your career, Dean?'' Cecelia asked, attacking him with questions as soon as they sat down around the table.

The redhead gave her mother a dirty look, knowing exactly what she was doing. To most, it looked like Cecelia was being nice and trying to get to know Dean, but she was being a snake and trying to find valid reasons to not like Dean to back herself with when she’ll later confront Awsten.

Dean swallowed his bite before responding. ‘’I'm a mecanicien, ma'am. I work at my uncle's auto-shop.''

''Ah.'' She glanced at her cadet daughter and back to Dean, disapproval in her eyes. ''Are you planning on taking over the business?''

''I love cars, but owning an auto-shop isn’t in my plans for the future.''

''What is, then?''

''Owning a bar. Commercializing my own beer...or whiskey, perhaps. Something along those lines.''

''I assume you are studying business?'' Mr. Torres asked, suddenly taking interest in the conversation, owning himself a business.

Dean shook his head. ''No. I’m not in college, Sir. College isn’t for me.''

''How did you meet?''

''Was it like the movies? Your car broke and he repaired it?'' Emilie asked with a snicker, making fun of her sister.

Awsten glared at her. ''No. We met through Charlie, my roommate. You remember her? She and Dean are long date friends.''

As the dinner progressed, Cecelia’s disdain toward Dean was getting more and more apparent - and she made little efforts to hide her feelings.

''If you'll excuse us, I need a drink. Awsten, darling, will you come help me in the kitchen?'' She flashed Dean a forced, bitter smile and stood, heading to the kitchen for some privacy.

''You don't like him.'' taking a glass out of the cabinet to

''With reasons! Have you seen this guy? I don't know what you find in him. He looks like...a lumberjack. You are worth so much more than him, Awsten. Guys like him don't go far in life,'' she said in true Cecelia Torres fashion, always quick to judge others.

''Well, we're already married, Mom. What can you do?''

''Is this why you got married in secret? Because you knew we wouldn't approve.''

An unsurprised laugh left the redhead's lips. ''Of course you would think that… Yes, Mom, I married a guy solely to spite you.'' Awsten poured the strong alcohol in the glass, the amber liquid gliding over the baby Yoda shaped ice cubes. ''Is it so difficult for you to believe that I love Dean? Just because I was raised in high society doesn't mean I wish to follow that kind of life.''

Cecelia huffed. ''You say that now, but you'll change your mind.''

''I doubt it.''

''Did he...force you into this? Marrying him.''

Awsten's eyes widened. She couldn't believe the words that left her mother's mouth. ''I'm leaving. You're being crazy.'' She took the drink she had prepared for her mother and left the kitchen, needing it.

''What about my drink?''

''Congratulation, Mom hates you. You’re everything she didn’t want for me.''

''Aw, damn,'' Dean said with sarcasm, helping Awsten clean up. ''I thought I had made a good impression.''

The redhead bit back a smile. ''I’m sorry for how she behaved toward you. For the way she talked about you. She’s insufferable sometimes.''

Dean shook his head. ''Don't apologize for her. I don't care what she says about me.'' He brought the leftovers to the fridge, trying to control his grin at the thought of stealing a tupperware of turkey for his lunch tomorrow. ''And it's not like we really are married - not that I'd care more then.''

''Now you get why I never visit my family. They're all similar variants of my mother.''

''They say family wants the best for you, but it's not always the case. I've stopped caring about others' opinion of me long ago. I can take a snobby mother who believes I forced her daughter into marrying me.''

Awsten stopped washing the plate, her stomach dropping. ''Oh no... You heard that?''

Out of all the disgusting things her mother had said tonight, this took the crown. Awsten had hoped Dean hadn't heard, but the kitchen wasn't very soundproof.

She opened her mouth to apologize once again, but Dean beat her.

''Don't say it.'' He turned around to face the redhead, eyes soft on her. ''She can assume whatever she want of me, but I'm still your main booty call,'' Dean added with a smirk.

''Dean!'' She hit his shoulder at his crude words, holding back a smile.

He shrugged and continued what he was doing.

#dean winchester #dean winchester fic #reader x dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fic #fake marriage au

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timetravelingheart · 6 years ago

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My Side of the Fence Part Three: A.M. Imagine

I know it has been a while, but these next few chapters in the build-up have really stumped me. They’re just not the exciting parts, you know? But I did my best and I hope that you are all still interested in going along in this journey! Also, for being just a build-up, this turned out to be obnoxiously long and I’m sorry! I’m the most wordy person.

Still no big warnings for this one. Also, I should disclose that I know next to nothing about figure skating schedules or times, Skate Canada, or anything of the like. I’m just a huge fan of the sport and thought it fit well with this story to give the character a career that also takes up a lot of her time and life. Sorry if anyone is frustrated by any errors in that particular area!

In the week that Auston spent in Arizona, he had thought of asking Mitch for Savannah’s number no fewer than five hundred times. It was his first thought every morning, on his mind constantly throughout the day, and his last thought before he finally fell into a restless sleep. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual, and even that was saying a lot. His parents noticed that he seemed more restless than usual, but didn’t quite know how to approach it. His mother was concerned; his father confused.

Sitting on the edge of his bed in his childhood bedroom, Auston held his phone in his massive hands and typed, erased, and re-typed variations of the same message over and over again on his phone to Mitch. Frustrated, he groaned loudly and threw himself back on the bed, covering his eyes with his tattooed forearm. How is possible that this girl he met for literally one night was worth this stress? He had already received countless offers for ‘meet-ups’ with girls in his hometown, some from high school, and some who he knew from running in the same circles as his friends. They were all attractive girls with bright white smiles and glowing tans from the Arizona sunshine, and were all girls he absolutely would have been interested in six months ago. Hell, probably even two months ago. But he didn’t want a random hook-up anymore. He was used to getting a release pretty regularly, so maybe that’s why he’s even more frustrated than usual currently, but he really wanted to have something like what Mitch and Steph had, what Jake and Lucy had, and eventually something like what Patty and Christina had.

He wanted someone to come home to after a tough game or a road trip and just fall into her arms and feel safe. To find a home in someone else that he so desperately craved now. He wanted to find someone who would listen to his fears and vulnerabilities without judgement, someone who would call him on his shit (other than Mitch of course), someone who would love him for who he was and not the sport he played or the money he had. And more than he even wanted to have that kind of love, he wanted to give that kind of love to someone.

And even though it sounded absolutely, positively, undeniably insane, he felt like that this kind of love was a real possibility with Savannah. And not just someone like Savannah, but Savannah specifically.

Rolling over onto his stomach, he reached for his phone again and opened his message thread with Mitch. Before he could start typing, his phone vibrated with a new group message invite from Steph. Huh.

Steph: Hey everyone! Wanted to send out a quick invite to Savannah’s upcoming Stars on Ice show. It’s Friday night at the Scotiabank Arena. Sav says she can probably get us some tickets, but we just need a headcount so let me know if you’re interested!

Auston couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. This was the perfect opportunity to see her again without coming off as desperate, and without relegating himself to asking Mitch, which was likely to turn into its own version of insufferable hell for the near future. His phone vibrated again as messages from his teammates started to pour through.

Mitch: I think I know someone who would for sure be interested...

Fucking hell. He really needed a new best friend. Maybe he should hang out with Tkachuk and Eichel more.

Actually, scratch that. Either they would be ten times worse than Mitch and actually call him out on his crush in front of his crush, or they would just hit on her themselves. Both thoughts made his whole body flame with two very different emotions. His phone vibrated again.

Morgan: Definitely in! And Mitchy, leave Matts alone. Any guy with eyes would be stupid not to be attracted to Savannah.

Kasperi: As much as we’d love to support Savannah, and see Matts squirm, Willy and I won’t be back in the city until the week after!

Jake: Lucy is currently begging me to say yes. She is apparently obsessed with figure skating (who knew) and is dying to meet THE Savannah Lane. So, I guess you can put us down for two!

Connor: I’m in, but Zach and I already have tickets sitting with McDavid. Also, Matts has a thing for Savvy? Fuck, McDavid is going to have a fucking field day with this.

Auston read through each message carefully, rolling his eyes at his teammates’ lame attempts at getting under his skin, and in Mo’s case, his weak attempt at defending him. They all know now, so he might as well own it, right?

Auston: I’m in.

He went to close the message thread, but thought better of it.

Auston: And also, fuck all of you.

Steph: Oh Matty. Let me just say that you are not the first, nor will you be the last, unwitting guy to fall head over heels for my best friend upon meeting her one time. It’s what she refers to as both her gift and her curse. Anyway, I’ll make sure to get tickets for Auston, Morgan, Jake, and Lucy! See you all there!

Well, Auston thought, hopefully this would be his chance to see Savannah again and get a read on her. He wanted to ask her out on a date, but something about her made him nervous. He was intimidated by a tiny blonde in figure skates. What the fuck.

Auston had been back in Toronto for almost a week and still had not seen Savannah. According to Steph, who kept him informed without him even having to ask (”I just thought you’d be interested” she said, with a knowing gleam in her eye that would have normally bothered Auston had he not been so thankful for her openness) Savannah was busy with show rehearsals, while also getting back into competition with meetings with Skate Canada, her coaches and choreographers, costume designers, mental prep coach, trainers, and all of the things that Auston did not even know were involved with figure skating. Basically, he wanted to see her and couldn’t.

So here he stood, wearing black skinnies with holes in the knees, a white tee, black bomber jacket, black and white sneakers, and a black baseball cap, and waiting in the arena who knew like the back of his hand. Steph mentioned that they wouldn’t be able to see Savannah before the show, but that she made sure to invite everyone backstage after. Auston had debated with himself about bringing her flowers (do they do that for these kinds of performances?) but immediately nixed the idea when he remembered the look of hesitation on Savannah’s face when he had merely offered her his hoodie. He still didn’t know why she was hesitant, but he also didn’t want to push or cross any of her boundaries before he really knew anything about that side of her.

Looking up at his group’s sudden movements, he spotted Connor McDavid, Brown, and Hyman walking towards them. Reaching out to each of them do a quick shake and half hug, Auston immediately felt the amused stare of McDavid. “So I hear you fell for it,” McDavid grinned. Shaking his head, Auston fought to keep a similar grin off of his own face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” McDavid let out a bark of laughter, clearly amused by Auston’s denial. “Don’t sweat it man. She has that affect on just about everyone.”

The smile on Auston’s face faltered. Who else was in this situation with her before? “She has never really reciprocated anyone else’s feelings though, at least not any hockey players.” Auston let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “She has a thing against hockey players?” he felt himself asking before he could stop himself. “Nah, she just was either already in a relationship or too focused on skating to even notice or care that anyone was interested.”

Auston made a mental note to ask Connor more about Savannah and her dating history, or lackthereof, when they were alone.

“Are we all ready to go in?” Steph, arm hooked in Lucy’s, addressed the group. “The show starts soon.”

Hours later, after each performer skated a final lap and took a bow, the group of hockey players and significant others made their way backstage to wait for their star skater. Auston, not really one to watch figure skating before this event, was mesmerized by Savannah. Her group routines to ranged from comedic and sassy to sexy and sultry. And while he loved seeing those versions of her, it was her solo routine to Landslide that affected him the most. It was one of the most beautiful moments he had ever witnessed and heard - or perhaps felt - the chorus of ‘wows’ from his friends and the strangers around him at the end.

She was an absolute star, and he wanted nothing more than to continue watch her shine brightly.

After waiting about twenty minutes, the cast finished up their meet and greets with fans and started making their way to their respective families and friends waiting for them. Savannah was now changed into simple black leggings, a Stars on Ice sweater that swallowed her petite frame, black and white Nikes, hair up in a high ponytail, and not a hint of makeup on her face. She looked relaxed, yet elated. Auston thought no one had ever looked more beautiful.

Savannah’s smile stretched further across her features as she reached their group. “I can’t believe you all came!” She wrapped each person up in as big of a hug as her short arms could manage, stopping briefly to be introduced to Jake and Lucy for the first time, and lastly turned to Auston. Her smile remained just as warm, but something flickered quickly and faded before Auston could place a name on it, and soon enough she was wrapping her arms around his middle to pull him into a soft hug. “Long time no see,” he whispered into her hair as his nose briefly grazed the top of her head. She smiled up at him again, that same flicker there and gone in a flash, before she turned to address the whole group.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked as if she were genuinely concerned that they did not have a good time. “I know figure skating isn’t really that interesting for most of you.”

“You were phenomenal!” Lucy gushed, as if she had been keeping her excitement bottled up inside for far too long. “Landslide made me cry!” Savannah blushed profusely as Jake pulled Lucy into a side hug. “She’s been talking about you non-stop ever since Steph mentioned that you were moving here and that she was friends with you,” he offered as a way of explanation for his wife’s unbridled joy.

“That’s so kind of you! Landslide has always held such a special place in my heart. And Steph has told me all about the wonderful partners she’s met and become friends with in the Leafs family, so I was really excited to finally meet you!”

“She actually choreographed Landslide herself,” Steph couldn’t help but boast about her best friend, knowing that she would never do it for herself. Savannah was confident in her abilities and proud of her success, but she was not one to brag about her accomplishments or even her skillset.

“That’s incredible!” Morgan turned to her in amazement. “I can’t even begin to imagine what would go into something like that.”

“Thank you, but I’ve had a lot of help along the way to learn the ins and outs of choreography for performances like that. Choreographing for competition is much more challenging, and I haven’t done anything like that yet except give a few ideas here or there.”

“You were amazing,” Auston felt the need to say something, anything, to have her look at him again. So, he opted for complete honesty. Everyone turned to look at him, most with knowing smiles on their faces, Savannah with surprise. “Thank you, Auston. That means a lot.” Savannah’s eyes lingered on his for a moment longer than necessary, as if she were searching for answers to questions neither of them felt ready to ask.

“So tell me, Sav,” Mitch started conspiratorially, “what kind of underwear do male skaters wear to hide their bulge?”

The entire group groaned loudly, finally starting to head for the exit. As Steph and Lucy swatted at Mitch, the rest of the crew followed along laughing and joking around. Auston and Savannah held back a bit, just the two of them at the end of the line.

“So since you’re going to be hanging out with us, I think it’s probably best that we add you to our group chat,” Auston held out his phone to Savannah. “Put your number in and I’ll add you so you can join the rest of us in making fun of Mitchy.”

Savannah didn’t laugh like he thought she would, or reach for his phone right away. Instead, she kept her gaze forward for a moment, before turning to look at him with wide, questioning eyes. Careful, she thought.

Just when Auston thought he had overstepped or come on too strong, she reached out for his phone and quickly typed in her number.

“As if I would ever not want to be part of a group that tears the piss out of Mitchy on a regular basis!” she laughed, and Auston felt his heart squeeze. What a woman.

#auston matthews #auston matthews imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fan fiction #auston matthews fan fiction #mitch marner #hockey imagines #hockey fanfiction #toronto maple leafs imagine

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Taylor you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Selina Sapworthy

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Taylor! We are so excited to see you take on a muggleborn for the first time. The way you’ve written Selina, she’s unlike any character we’ve seen from you before and we’re really interested to see how you develop her and how she’s going to add to Aversio and the roleplay.

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OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

It’s Taylor! 19, going by female pronouns and in the EST timezone

ACTIVITY

I’d say probably about the same as it is now. I do have my dips every once in awhile, but I have a pretty decent system to stay caught up.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

It was an Andromeda Black tag originally, but I’ve been here for almost two years.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I think I’m probably a combination of Harry and Ron. In a lot of ways I relate to them both in different ways; Harry I relate to in his upbringing and family always being difficult and more toxic than anything else - but his need to take care of everyone else, and sarcastic nature are also things I relate to strongly. And, with Ron, the feeling of being a failure or not living up to anyone else, that deep insecurity and the way he lashes out when he’s been hurt I understand a lot, especially since I get older.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing I can think of!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Selina Adira Sapworthy

Selina - In French the meaning of the name Selina is: Latin caelum meaning sky or heaven. (x) Adira - of Hebrew origin, and the meaning of Adira is “strong, noble, powerful” (x)

FACE CLAIM

Emeraude Toubia

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

When I started to consider the idea of going for a third character, there was a list; on the one hand, I thought the idea of playing somebody truly dark would be fun to go back to. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that as fun as writing truly dark characters (ie, Bellatrix) can be, it wouldn’t be a new challenge. And I wanted a new challenge. So I began looking through all of the open characters and came to the realization that writing a Muggleborn is something I haven’t done in far too long. So I began looking at open bios again, and Selina drew me in instantly.

The more I looked at Selina and began to really think about it, the more that she started to really speak to me. Here you have a woman who is so determined to make a difference that she never stops pushing herself to meet expectations that she places on herself. And they aren’t easy expectations by any means; she’s incredibly intelligent because being sub-par at anything makes her skin crawl. She’s so well-rounded and well-versed because to do anything less than would be a disservice to the gift she was given. Because that’s what being a witch is to her, a privilege. Here you have a woman who, as a child, was loved but felt ordinary. And then she turned eleven. Then, she received a letter that changed her life. Suddenly the world opened up to so many new possibilities, so much new knowledge and opportunities for the young wide-eyed girl. Not taking full advantage of it would be the worst thing that she could do.

Selina’s intelligence was something she fought for, wanting to immerse herself in whatever she could possibly find about magic. Her family was entirely Muggle, it wasn’t as if they could ever teach her about it. If anything, they asked her about it more than anything else. She was the student who self-taught so she could debate with her professors during class - the first degree ‘self indulgent, insufferable know-it-all’ that Hermione is so frequently referred to as. There’s a reason people groan when Hermione raises her hand and recites things from memory: the staff has seen it before. In yet another Muggleborn Gryffindor who could be too smart for her own good.

She was never a stranger to the bigotry that came with being of Muggle heritage; people scoffed at her, every insult in the book was tossed at her. More than once Selina was told her blood was dirty, that she had no place in the magical world she was part of. For awhile, it got to her, but with time she realized that if anyone was without in the wizarding world it was the elitists that were afraid of anything they didn’t understand. That was when her skin grew thicker, and she decided if she was going to be seen as a disgusting Mudblood, she would go all out. So she outsmarted everyone she could find, made every Pureblood in her class despise her solely because she could. It became a sport more than anything else, proving she had just as much right to being a witch as anyone else.

But then she left school, and the war started. Suddenly her quick tongue and determination to hold her own put her family’s life in jeopardy. Her parents were going to be defenseless against magic if anyone chose to go after them, and it was as terrifying as it was disgusting. She sought out alliance the first chance she got. It wasn’t her fault Aversio got to her first, but she didn’t ever regret it. Joining the 'rebel forces’ gave her a chance to gain protection for her family - her parents and twin brothers, a set of siblings ten years younger and clearly a surprise. Selina vowed to protect them no matter the cost, even made an Unbreakable Vow to the organization. She fell into something that she couldn’t ever step out of, but it kept her family safe. And with any luck would end with change, making sure Muggleborns and anyone else could life freely.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Selina views romance as a waste of time in the current state of things. What good would falling in love do her right now? She has enough to worry about, trying to assist Aversio and win the war so that she won’t be indebted to anyone anymore, so her family can be free. Viewing herself as a woman, and being damn proud of it, and a firm believer in equality, Selina is pansexual but in the times she lives in, probably just considers herself someone attracted to anyone. Sex is a good way to blow off steam, but it’s no time for romance.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

Pinterest Board

Playlist:

Nightmare - Arshad I’m living in a terrible nightmare This wicked little game I never wanted to play An answers gotta be somewhere out there Equations need solutions and we’ll solved it today

Deep Water - American Authors When it pulls me under, will you make me stronger Will you be my breath through the deep, deep water Take me farther, give me one day longer

Believer - Imagine Dragons I’m fired up and tired of the way that things have been Second thing second Don’t you tell me what you think that I can be I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea

Where the Lonely Ones Roam - Digital Daggers Meet me in the gutter Make the devil your friend Just remember what I said Cause it isn’t over yet

- Leaving Hogwarts, Selina was sitting in a pub one night, angry at the way things were going when she was approached by one of the original Aversio members. It was then she was introduced to war and made a snap decision. She would join the war efforts if she could protect her family, so a decision was made. Selina would be among the brains of the operation, using her intelligence and loyalty to assist ending the war and they would, in return, protect her family. An Unbreakable Vow was made in secret, something she refuses to allow anyone to know of. But the risk of her family being hurt or killed keeps her loyal, changing her more than she expected.

- Selina goes on to write several books on Herbology and Divination, and is eventually honored in a portrait hung inside of Hogwarts castle. While these books haven’t been published yet, she works on them by continuing to study. Sometimes her work is used to assist Aversio, but her notes and research are scattered on stray parchment around her home. She isn’t sure what she’ll go use it for yet, but someday it’ll be put to use. That much she knows.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it: “Ooh, hm…if I could, I would probably create a potion using Devil’s Snare. Oh, don’t give me that look, it can have its uses. It would be used for similar causes to Veritaserum, only instead of causing the drinker to tell the truth, it would punish them for lying. The Snare could constrict their insides if anyone tried to use deception. Of course, there would probably be a counter-solution to undo any damage from being too severe, but it could be useful, especially in current times.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you: “I think I’d like someone like Aurora Sinstra with me if I was ever going back into that forest. Yes, I said 'back’ - I did have my moments of rebellion in school, let’s move on - and other than my wand, I think I’d like to have my potions set. You wouldn’t believe how much is in that forest that can be useful in creating new things.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make? I find most decisions to be relatively simple in our current go of things. Though, I suppose…finding moral grey areas in situations where you have to find a way to be fair. What seems reasonable to one may not be to someone else. For example, I don’t see why anyone should make alliances they don’t plan on following through on, especially when you should know what you’re getting yourself into when you decide to pledge loyalty to something.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you? That I was a coward. Mock my blood all you want, gods know nearly everyone has. But I’m no coward, I follow through, I fight. That’s all there is to it.

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Selina is angry. She’s distrustful of the Order and the alliance of Aversio, not understanding why anyone would wish to align themselves with people who don’t ever seem to do anything but make plans and sit on their hands. The fundraiser offers a chance to gather intel, but only if done correctly. And while the propaganda against Rodolphus Lestrange is hysterical, it only draws more attention to people who don’t seem to have a plan if retribution occurs. A firm believer in always having an idea of what you’re getting yourself into, Selina can’t help but think everyone around her has lost their minds and is growing more impatient by the day.

WRITING SAMPLE

The hall was dark and empty as she trudged along, her boots echoing on the wooden floors providing the only source of sound. On both sides of her flanked burly wizards she recognized by face alone. Her escorts into a situation that could no longer be backed out of. That was what Selina reminded herself of as she entered, finally recognizing the wizard who had recruited her in the first place. No turning back now.

He raised his eyebrows expectantly as she made her way into the dimly lit, otherwise vacant room. The men who had shown her in shut the door, one standing beside it as a guard while the other raised his wand and began twirling with boredom between his fingers as he watched Selina and his boss take each other in. A lump formed in her throat as she remembered what she was about to do, but she was quick to force it back. There was no time to dwell on it now. All the secrecy and hushed plans had been leading to this. The promise that her family - her brothers, her father, her mother - would be protected was too powerful to pass up. They could never know what she had agreed to, would never understand. Selina herself, nineteen and defiant in all other forms of life, still had trouble with it.

Still, when presented with his hand, she placed her own inside. The third wizard raised his wand and gold coils began to wrap around Selina’s arm, connecting her to the man beside her. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one that never in her life had the young witch expected to ever feel. She had never believed there would be reason for an Unbreakable Vow, not until rumors of Muggle families dying had become more frequent. Lost in her thoughts, trying to adjust to the discomfort that accompanied the magic circling her arm, she barely recognized when it was her turn to speak. It was only when the man she was vowing loyalty to cleared his throat expectantly she snapped out of it. “Repeat that?” She managed, stumbling over the words while trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.

And then there it was. The question. Do you promise to remain loyal, to assist our cause in whatever ways possible, as we proceed into the new age of war against Britain?

There it was. The lump again. There could be no turning back now, should she decide that this wasn’t what she wanted. If someday she was asked something she couldn’t do, it wouldn’t only be her own death but the possibility of her family’s as well. That reminder served to steady her, the golden cords only seeming to tighten, anticipating the response.

Holding her chin up, Selina made sure to look both men directly in the eye before answering. “I will.”

#accepted app #HP RP #skeleton rp #lsrpg

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londontoseoularchive · 7 years ago

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movie shoot. | m.

➵ characters: christian yu x reader (feat. song minho)

➵ genre: smut

➵ wc: 12.6k

➵ summary: what started as a favour turned into something more, further complicating already blurred lines. with inspiration from mino’s body m/v.

warnings: this is explicit. like, hella explicit. didn’t spare on the details on this one. overstimulation is definitely a factor in this too. and dirty talk.

➵ more: an extra chapter because why not.

➵ masterlist

➵ disclaimer

“You want me to do what?” you put down the dish you were rinsing on the drying rack to turn to Christian standing a few feet behind you with your eyebrows raised.

He leaned against the counter with his arms casually crossed, thinking he has just made a very reasonable request. “Just for a day,” he said. “We’ll dress and make you up. Really, all you have to do is follow a couple of instructions and look pretty. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

“Well, you are also asking me to step in for a YG model. YG. I’ve worked with those people, they’re basically walking masterpieces,” you noted.

“And you’re not?” he chuckled. “She got given an editorial shoot in Milan, even I wouldn’t have turned that down… But I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think you could do it.”

“Yeah, but…” you tried to come up with another excuse. Reassessing the situation, you tried to remember all the details Christian had given you: to shoot a music video in two days for one day directed by Christian himself in a penthouse apartment in Gangnam. With Minho. “What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Who?” Christian narrowed his eyes in confusion, taking a second to realise who you were referring to. “Don’t be ridiculous, everyone adores you the second they meet you! Again, I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think you could do it.” He straightened himself from the counter, unfolding his arms. “Please, Y/N. For me as a friend, and then I’ll owe you one, please.”

You tutted at his plea. “Alright, you don’t have to beg.”

Gasping dramatically, he asked, “so you’ll do it?”

Reluctantly, you nodded.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you were taken by surprise when he held you by your thighs to pick you up and spinning you, making you squeal. “You’ve saved me so much trouble.” Letting you be on your feet once again, he held you tightly to plant the sloppiest kiss on your cheek possible, to which you made a face of disgust.

“Ew, Christian,” you frowned in his embrace.

“Oh, shut up, you love it,” he teased you.

The shoot was scheduled to begin at eleven a.m., in a car park already well-known for shoots that include car scenes. The location already got you thinking of what type of music video this will be, with Christian’s brilliant idea of keeping you in the dark about the concept making you curious. You’re not one to despise surprises, but just a little context would have been nice. But alas, you were only to find out once you arrive.

In sunglasses and trying your best to look presentable while not trying too hard, you called Christian as you approached the allocated place half an hour before everyone was expected to arrive.

“I’m just around the corner, where you at?” you said.

“I’m here too, just waiting on you, sweetheart,” you could just imagine the smug look on his face, knowing that those type of pet names between you two were just to push each other’s buttons.

“Well, darling, you still haven’t told me what I’m in for today.”

“You’ll know soon enough, just get here. I think I can see you.”

From the distance, you saw Christian right at the entrance of the recognisable building. You waved at him, hanging up the phone.

“You’re early,” he recognised as you approached him.

“I want to make a good impression, don’t I?” you smiled widely.

“Ah, already kissing up to the director, are you?” You both started walking side to side to side and into building, headed to the lifts that would take you underground.

“Well, from others, I heard he’s quite the asshole,” you laughed sarcastically, and he reciprocated the same chortle.

“Hilarious,” he said blankly.

“Aren’t I?” you smiled widened even more. “Hey, I’m still on the loop here, what am I doing today?” Entering the lift, you looked to Christian for an answer. “Well?”

“You really want to know?”

“Yes!”

He pressed the button to go to four floors beneath ground and sighed. “We’re here right now just to shoot some doughnuts, nothing special. You’re actually in the driver’s seat and Minho will be sat next to you with the head out of the window and—by any chance, do you know how to do doughnuts around a car park?”

“Well, I don’t wanna brag but—wait, I’m in the car with Minho?”

“Yeah, and you’ll be like flirty and touching, the normal ‘girls in a music video’ shit.”

You tilted you heard, piercing your cheek with your tongue. “Ah, so is that what we’re doing today?”

“The song’s about a guy missing this girl’s body, wondering where she at, missing her… head over heels for her. Get the gist of the video yet?”

“Uh-huh I think I got it.”

Reaching the floor, the first thing you noticed was how dark everything was, only lit with a few artificial lights, but the place still kept pretty dark. Christian was badgering you with even the smallest details about the shoot, completely different from the secretive stance he once took up. Listening to his voice had become almost insufferable, wanting to tell him to shut up, but just opted for the “alrights” and the “I got its”. He finally allowed you to leave to your designated area to start preparing, meeting with a stylist and makeup artist, but not before a few more pointers.

“Alright!” you laughed, pushing him away from his shoulders, also making him laugh. “Now go get ready yourself, jeez!”

The moment he left, you greeted the others adequately, promising not to be much of a hassle and to do your best today. With that, you commenced preparing yourself to shoot the first scene, seeing the first outfit already ready for you. However, only a few moments later, you heard a deep voice clear their throat.

“Christian, I swear if you don’t leave me alone for just one minute—“ you turned from the floor mirror to look behind you, expecting to see him there. “Oh! Sorry, I thought that—“

“You’d rather it’d be the director?” a man definitely not Christian asked. “Sorry to disappoint. I’m Minho.” But of course, you already knew that.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you almost stuttered, timidly bowing. “I’m—“

“My leading lady.”

“Yeah, pretty much. Y/N,” you laughed nervously. “I know I’m not who you were expecting but—“

“No, no, you’re exactly what I pictured,” he eyes were trained on you, scanning your features from head to toe. “Even better… Are we ready?”

“We are,” you smiled brightly, still wanting to make that good first impression.

“Shall we?”

You took the hand Minho offered you, taking baby steps in the stiletto heels you wore to ensure you would not trip, making you hold onto his hand a little tighter than usual.

The walk to the make-shift set was not long, with the car already in its centre stage. On your walk there, you saw Christian taking his place behind a monitor and several cameras, receiving and exchanging words with his assistant. When they both looked up and saw you and Minho approaching, the assistant left Christian’s side to come to you and Minho, informing you of the events and structure of this scene. Christian paid close attention to you, skimming his eyes over you much like how Minho already did, reacting in the same manner in awe. He had not even realised when the assistant had returned to his side, stating that everything was set and ready to begin.

Minho opened the driver’s seat car for you, and you looked at him in appreciation. Once you were in, Minho quick stepped to the passenger side to make his own way in, shifting in his seat to stay as close to you and as comfortable as possible.

“So how do you and Christian know each other?” Minho asked resting his arm on the back of your seat.

“We met at one of his early video shoots. I was just dropping by to visit one of the producers, a friend. And then we just saw more of each other, stayed close.” You noted how suddenly Minho had become tense, his jaw clenching. Needing to relax him, you added, “just as friends, though.”

“Hmm,” he dropped his gaze, seeing your hand cling onto the edge of the leather seat. “Do you stay close with those you meet on set?”

“If they’re interesting enough, why not?”

He looked back at you and chuckled. “I like that.”

A producer called out for places to be taken and for the set to be cleared, ready for rolling. That was your cue to get a grip on the wheel. Minho scooted closer to you, turning the car’s engine on.

“Music, please!” Christian called out. “Y/N, start it up! And action!”

As you were instructed to, you drove in the premeditated course around the car park as Minho is to be flirtatious with you. This included touching your thigh, caressing your hair and whispering into your ear.

Minho chose the latter, getting as close as possible to you. “Do you like the song?”

Not diverting your attention away from the task, you still answered him, “yeah, it’s hot. Would make any girl’s panties drop.”

“Even yours?”

You knew he was teasing you, but for the sake of the chemistry, you played along. “Even mine.”

“My kind of girl,” he grinned. He looked at your lobe, though with an earring, still thought to nibble on it. The fact that you had just met him held him back, and no boundaries were set yet, it was still early hours.

Minho’s affection continued by stroking your exposed thigh, his palm feeling warm and your skin soft under his touch. You exhaled deeply at the sensation it created.

“Mmm, you like that, do you?” he continued to whisper in a huskier voice.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you?” you quizzed him, trying to hide the fact his touch had you shifting in your seat with a laugh.

“It’s no fun if I don’t tease.” He was right about that; you were finding this more and more fun.

Christian stayed put in his station, seeing everything the camera picked up through the monitor. The fact that you were able to get so close to Minho and get into character so quickly didn’t shock him; your professionalism was something he constantly praised. But something about not knowing what Minho was saying to you, that had you giggling and swooned, was what made his fists secretly clench.

The next thing for you to do was to halt the car and interact further with Minho, with it being your turn to touch him. Pulling on the brake lever, having your legs crossed you turned to Minho. His hand instantly found itself on your waist as you gently swooped the hair strand dangling over his forehead away.

A finger traced along the side of his face before caressing his jaw, gliding your thumb across his plump lower lip. How he growled at your delicate touches meant you felt his mouth vibrate. In the spur of the moment, Minho pulled you in closer, making you hold onto his neck and jaw with both hands.

Being so close again, this time your faces being mere centimetres away, Minho was able to say lowly, “You’re a tease yourself, aren’t you?”

“You started it,” you gazed at him, peering down at his lips. “And two can play at that game.”

Minho tilted his head as if he was preparing himself to kiss, getting as close as he could, but still not allowing your lips to even brush against one another.

You’d be lying if your heart wasn’t currently beating as if it was going at a hundred kilometres an hour right now, but you kept your cool, even if your insides were heating up.

“Cut!” Christian interrupted the moment. “Prepare for Minho’s individual shots.”

“That’s a shame, I was just starting to like this,” he smirked. “Another time, Y/N.” He winked at you before opening the door on his side, exiting the car.

You followed suit, but while Minho stayed to speak to the cameraman, you headed straight to Christian, not having strayed too far. His hands rubbed at his neck as if he was massaging a strain, all while replaying the footage just captured on the monitor.

“How was that?” you asked giddily.

He looked up at you. “Do you wanna see?”

“Ah, I don’t like seeing myself on screen. I’ll leave it to you to just show me a final cut of everything,” you declined the offer. “But how was it? Is this what you meant by ‘girls in music video shit’?”

He sighed. “You did it perfectly. Next, though, is a bath scene. You don’t mind having your back bare, do you?”

“You guys have those pasties or bras that just cover the bare minimum, don’t you?” Christian nodded. “Then it’s fine.”

“Go with Hyejin, she’ll take you to the next location. There are some camera guys there already. Just wait for me, alright?”

“We can’t do anything without Director Yu, can we?” you said softly, taking that the long day ahead of him is already getting to him. You rubbed him arm to comfort him. “You’re doing great.”

“Thank you,” he said genuinely. “Now, go.”

You gave him a departing smile, and when he was sure you were out of sight, he groaned in frustration, placing his hands flat on the table in front of him, letting his head drop. With being so currently immersed in his emotions, he didn’t even notice Minho approaching.

“That was a good take, huh?” Minho said, essentially congratulating himself. “Made it a lot easier with such a hot girl. Where did you find her?”

Christian raised his head with furrowed his eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

By his tone, Minho understood he may have crossed the line by an inch. “You know, h-how she’s so beautiful, but still s–so down to earth… You want me to get ready for the next shot?”

“Yeah, you do that.”

Minho didn’t dare say another word, and instead quickly turned on his heel to walk back towards the car.

Christian straightened his poster, muttering under his breath, “asshole.”

When Minho and Christian made their way through the entrance of the penthouse, you had already taken a tour around the place, noting the large bedrooms and the adjoining bathroom, guessing that its tub was where you’d find yourself soon. Outside was a swimming pool fit for at least twenty people; if your instincts were correct, this pool was to be put to its full use that evening.

You changed your wardrobe from the skirt, blouse and choker to jean shorts, a crop top and an oversized shirt. The stylist said this would be better for the bedroom scene, the shorts allowing you to widen your legs freely and the shirt making it seem as if you were wearing one of Minho’s shirts.

The final touches were being made to your makeup when the front door opened, and your heart skipped. Minho and Christian made their way to you to greet you once again. Minho would not stay long as he himself would have to get ready, allowing Christian to brief you.

“You do know how to have sex with your clothes on, right?” he asked you leaning against the door frame, hands shoved down his pockets.

“I was a teenager once, I did go through all the bases before the clothes came off,” you said zipping up your jeans. “But let me guess, I can’t make it too risqué or kiss him.”

“Actually,” Christian said as if had something planned already. “I was talking to Minho, and for the sake of authenticity, just do what feels right.”

“Even kiss him?” you widened your eyes. “You’re allowing that?”

Instead of answering, Christian swallowed hard and looked away from you.

But just from his body language, you understood exactly what he meant. “Alright, if you insist.”

“I mean, only if it feels right,” he reiterated.

“Alright, I got it.”

Christian was about to say something else, but a woman came from behind him to pass on information to him. He nodded, allowing her to be dismissed. “Minho’s ready. Take your place.”

Doing just that, Minho sat in beneath you and between your legs, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to continue the game you played. You simply started by skimming your hand over his exposed neck and collarbones softly, taking it as far down as in his chest. Coming back up, your nails gently scratched at his skin, making him shiver.

His hand reached up to hold onto your forearm, and before your hand could reach his neck again, he slowly pulled you down, having you hunch over and his face near his.

“You’re really gonna keep teasing me like this?” he exhaled.

“I told you,” you smirked, placing your hands on his cheeks. “Two can play at this game.”

Your noses grazed against each other, feeling each other’s breaths. His lips were right there, so plush and tempting. The cologne he wore earlier remained with the same enticing smell. His hand came up to rest on the side of your face, feeling the softness of your hair.

As sweet as it may have all looked, you needed to take it up a notch; on the floor is what seemed to be a long black ribbon, probably used as a belt, and perfect for a last minute blindfold. You reached for it, allowing Minho’s head to straighten again. You brought it over his eyes, not tying it but holding it in place. Minho didn’t protest, and, in reality, became excited at this turn of event. Leaning down once again, you were close to his ear.

“I wonder if you’d allow me to take this much control,” you whispered. “You don’t seem like the type.”

Minho allowed his head to drop backwards onto your lap as you kept the material over his eyes. “For the right woman… But I’d like to show her what I’m capable of first.”

He placed a hand over one of yours that held the blindfold, always holding onto your hand as he removed it from his face. You were forced to let go of the ribbon as Minho wanted to hold your hand, pulling you closer to him. No time was spared as Minho held you by beneath your thighs, his strength enough to make you hop onto his lap. For support, you held him by his neck, allowing him to move his hands from your legs to your waist, taking extra care when he laid you down on the dishevelled bed, always ensuring to stay close to you.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” Minho ensured you in a whisper. “But let me make you happy at least. Any way you want. Just tell me.”

Your lips parted to speak, but your words got caught when Minho decided to land his lips upon the most sensitive part of your neck, granting a surprised reaction from you.

However, the sigh you exuded signalised pleasure. “That’s a good start—oh fuck,” you hissed at Minho tongue wanting to burrow his lips and tongue further into the crook of your neck, pleased with how much he was affecting you.

“Then how about this?” His open mouth when from your neck to your exposed chest and collarbones, making you gasp. You couldn’t help but have your fingers tangle in his styling his hair, only coming to you as a second thought, and when Minho looked back up at you, that you may not want to do that.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you giggled quietly. “I didn’t mean to—“

“You might not wanna do that, baby girl, or else…”

“I know, I—“

“I might not be able to control myself.” But what Minho could not control was his urge and need to kiss you. He’s held himself back since the moment he saw you, his lips itching to latch onto yours, wanting it to last an eternity. So when he suddenly hovered his face above yours, your lips in danger of touching, your heart thumped against your ribcage, and all breathing essentially stopped. Still, a gaze was exchanged between you two for a moment without words.

When you remembered to breathe, you also spoke. “You’re really quite the man, Song Minho.”

“If anything, you’re the one to blame, Y/N,” he laughed lowly. You reciprocated the laugh as you hugged him warmly.

“They were able to really hit it off so quickly, weren’t they?” the assistant director commented giddily, turning to Christian for a response, just to see him lean on a fist made with the arm that leaned on the arm rest, glaring silently but attentively at you and Minho. “Director?”

“Yeah…” he said emotionlessly. “Such a great couple.”

The water you stepped into was warm enough, nothing that would not be able to immerse yourself in. Once one foot was in, the other followed, until your lower body was within the water. Sitting down, you dipped your body low enough to have the water rise to your shoulders, getting as much of your body as possible wet. You had done so just in time for Christian to enter the bathroom, bringing with him only a camera.

“The monitors are outside, it’s just you and me in here.”

On the other side of the wall was the shower, where Minho took his own place, shooting his own scene. It was multi-tasking, and you had the privilege to work with the director one on one.

Christian kneeled by the tub, trying to position himself perfectly to get the correct angle of revealing as much as modesty would allow before letting the camera roll.

Your poses were soft and delicate, having your fingers skim your shoulders, noting how the warm water trickled down your arms, letting it fall. Through your peripherals you saw Christian maintaining close to you. With this shot being difference, since it was Christian now holding the camera, the situation felt more intimate; as if you were putting on your own show and Christian was a spectator.

So you continued this show of seduction and mystery, leaning your head to the side to expose as much of your neck as possible to your right, slowly rotating it to the other side. Your hands went from an embrace to extend across the bath edge, once again playing with the droplets of water. The porcelain felt cool against your skin, a complete contrast of the heated blood running through you. It was how the day progressed with riskier moves and more lustful intentions which had you all hot and bothered, and now you had a man’s eyes focused solely on your as bare as possible body, providing more excitement.

You chuckled to yourself, the realisation that you were stuck between two men just hitting you; one you had just met but was setting you alight, and the other who you were patiently waiting to ignite you. But your patience was running low.

“Hey, Christian,” you called him over your shoulder, not looking directly at him. You waited for an answer, but nothing, prompting you to turn your head further. “Christian.”

He was engrossed in the footage he was capturing to the point he couldn’t even hear the subject at hand. “Hmm?”

“Are you alright?”

He cleared his throat. “W-why wouldn’t I be? Um, we have to move on. Minho’s already done his shots in the shower, it’s your turn with him now.”

You turned your head in the opposite direction to see Minho just in loose shorts, his torso free of any material. You bit your lower lip, looking at him. Then, you turned your head back to Christian to find him further out in the bathroom, reviewing footage in a small monitor. So much for an intimate moment.

Rising to your feet, you were careful to remove yourself from the water, the cold air of the atmosphere causing your skin to become prickled in goosebumps. With one foot out, the next one was going to be tricky if you were to be sure you weren’t going to slip on the tile floor. Just as the other foot came off the floor of the bath, your hand became occupied by another, seeing that Christian quickly came to your aid. You thanked him quickly and straightened yourself, finding yourself very close to him.

He swallowed a lump. “Were you going to ask me something?”

“Oh, it can wait… Let’s get this done first.”

Before you let Christian say another phrase, you tip toed as quickly as you could to the shower Minho found himself in, calling him out upon arrival. He quickly turned in your direction, his facial expression changing from nonchalant to surprised immediately. Minho first mistook your flesh-coloured strapless bra as you actually being naked, taking a few seconds to register that you were not.

“Well, if this gives the allusion, I’m all for it,” he joked with a light chuckle. “Is this when we become close again?”

“Closer than ever before.”

Minho’s hair was already soaked and raked back with his fingers having pushed it. The tattoo between his neck and shoulder was now much more apparent, as was his toned physique. You felt your throat becoming dry, having to swallow to alleviate it.

You looked down at his relaxed hand, taking it into yours. “You’re not going to turn shy on me, are you?”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem in the slightest,” Minho smirked and pulled you in closer. “Once I have my hands on you, it’s keeping me away that’s gonna be the problem.”

This sly motherfucker. You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent you from commenting, leaving the playfulness to him. He saw you trying to hide that smile, making him chuckle.

“Haven’t you had fun so far?” he splayed his fingers to weave them between yours, his other hand now resting on the small of your back.

“I’ve had a lot of fun. More than just fun.” You looked up at him to gaze into his eyes, not wanting to blink and break eye contact. His lips were parted as if he was breathing heavily, still with a slight smile on his lips. “I apologise again that the original model couldn’t make it,” you teased him.

The smile widened. He inhaled and moved his body so you would have your back flushed against his chest. The embrace suddenly became closer and tighter, but you still felt profound comfort in his arms. He exhaled a sigh, stating, “No need to apologise. We both come out as winners, don’t you think?”

As he waited for your response, he peppered sweet kisses along your shoulders, making their way up your your neck, making your breath hitch. Your hands grasped at his forearms, the tension Minho felt made him hold you even tighter.

You let your head drop backwards and onto Minho’s shoulder, allow him to progress with his trail further to the shell of your ear.

“I just hope you feel the same way as I do. I want to hold you, to kiss you, to—”

“Don’t say any more,” you stopped Minho in his tracks, releasing yourself from his embrace and turning to face him, cradling his jaw and face. “Keep the fantasy alive. And then show me later.”

Minho groaned lowly, holding you close by your hips. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane.” Resting his forehead on yours he said, “I swear to god, by the end of all of this, I’m gonna–”, but was interrupted by Christian’s loud voice yelling to cut. The cameras were rolling this whole time and neither of you even noticed.

Your head was spinning and you were barely able to focus on much other than how Minho’s body detached from yours reluctantly. Your hand almost reached out to him to pull him back in, fighting with the reality that this was just a video shoot. Forcing yourself to shake yourself out of the thought, you reached for the towel being offered with a smile, dabbing your body from the water that had fallen over you.

Christian neither Minho were in sight anymore, leaving you to exasperate a sigh loudly, shaking your head, “these two…”

Before you knew it, the evening was upon you, just in the time for the outdoor shoot at poolside. It was the assistant’s turn again to inform you on the scene as you were the first to arrive, Minho coming a few minutes later. He was spoken to individually, giving you time to familiarise yourself with the setting. When you turned your head once again, Minho was already making his way towards you.

“Ready?” he winked.

You nodded, leaving him to start getting into the water as instructed. Behind Minho but still at a distance was Christian already looking in your direction with his hands in his pockets. Taken by surprise, your heart jumped, making you clench onto your chest. But you still smiled warmly at him. However, it was not reciprocated. Instead, his body just turned away from you to head towards his station. Baffled by his sudden coldness, you felt the urge to make your way to him, wanting to ensure that you had not done anything wrong or out of line. You couldn’t even do so if you wanted as Christian was quick to call for people’s places, and you had no choice but to do so.

“Roll… Y/N, get ready. Action!”

You took your first steps down the concrete slabs and into the warm pool, picking up a glasses of champagne beside you on a outdoor table. Wearing the clothes meant your body gained mass the more you were inside the pool, but it made for slower and sexier walking.

Coming from behind Minho, already sat down in the shallow end of the pool, he took the opportunity to watch you descended, licking his lips, gawking at the skin the shorts and top you wore exposed. Seeing that you were now coming his way, he shifted to part his legs further, allowing your entry.

Through the dark sunglasses in the night, you could still see how Minho’s eyes wandered over your body, making you bite your lower lip nervously. Getting as close as you can to his body, you kneeled between his legs as you handed him the glass. Clinking his and your glasses together, you held a gaze and you chuckled before you both drank it in one gulp. Minho offered to take both of them to set them well aside and out of your way, turning back to rest his arms along the side of the swimming pool.

You allowed Minho’s body to be turned back to you before you slowly removed your glasses and started to step back and a few feet away from him. You turned and swayed inside the pool, dipping your head so that only your hair would be wet. Straightening your posture again, you made sure to make Minho your focal point, just like you were to him.

Throughout the day, though Minho was flirtatious, he was still sweet in his approach, with a few laughs and smiles. As the day progressed, however, the sweetness in his eyes slowly but surely disappeared, being replaced with lustful and predatory intentions, due to how physically close you had come with him, yet he felt thoroughly teased as he could barely do much more. By the time you reached the late night portion, the pretence that he wanted your body, and that had to show so throughout the whole shoot, became his truth.

Approaching him slowly once more, you could see his sultry eyes, inviting you back to him. Taking the kneeling position once again, you stood on them so you could be eye to eye with Minho.

Barely a centimetre away from his face, you whispered, “I got you worked up, haven’t I?”

“That’s an understatement,” he declared, peering down to your lips. His arms dropped from the pool side to your sides, scooting forward before slipping his hands to your legs, moving them the straighten them and have the wrap around his waist and back. For support, you held on to his neck, but never breaking eye contact. “I feel outrightly denied.”

“Wasn’t the car enough?” you slightly taunted him. “The bed, the shower? Me sitting on your lap right now?”

“Nowhere near enough,” he growled lowly. “I need more of you.”

You looked for signs of genuineness in Minho’s face, to distinguish whether he was being extremely committed to the role, and practically repeating his lyrics to you, or if he does in fact need more of you. His eyes never faltered, his lips perfectly still, not a single knot of tension was felt from his body. Shit, he’s being for real.

You could just imagine Christian seething behind the monitor screen, his fists either clenched on the arm chair or hidden inside his pockets. His jaw locked shut and a slight eye twitch as he watched far from away, struggling to contain as his emotions, but still being the perfect professional.

The perfect professional you were too, and you ran with it. “How do you need me?”

“Fuck,” Minho exhaled, stroking your back under the heavy fabric of your top. “I just need your body. On mine. I want to make you feel good, Y/N.” His head dipped to the side of your neck facing the camera, not allowing anyone, and Christian, to see the mixture of delicate and rough kisses he was placing on your skin. You tried to resist the urge to moan, but when his hands found themselves on your ass cheeks to grind your groin on his, noticing just how stiff Minho had become with you on top of him, with your eyes closed, a long, drawn out moan escaped.

With his teeth clenched, Christian ordered, “start moving around!”

Still holding onto you, Minho rose to his feet, taking further steps inside the swimming pool until the water was up to your shoulders. Minho could not take your eyes off you, still mesmerised by the moan he had just heard. Your hands at his nape travelled up into his hair until your fingers locked on enough strands to pull them, making Minho hiss and clench your ass cheeks more.

“I knew you liked it rough,” he said with a grin, leaving open mouth kisses on your neck and chest, trusting himself he won’t take it as far as to mark you.

The chemistry of your body meant you were easily getting turned on by Minho and his words, his mouth and his hand. Your mind battled with itself with how far should you take this; continuing with what has become soft porn would make great content, but cloud yours and Minho’s emotions, as well as upset Christian further. Stopping this now meant your whole effort was half-assed and you wanted to make a good impression as Christian was the one that brought you in, making you both look bad, but how far did your loyalty to Christian go?

Noting how vacant you were becoming, Minho asked, “What’s on your mind, Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know…” you stuttered, but held Minho closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. “This… is just so hard.”

Thinking he understood what you meant, he suggested, “don’t think about that now. Right now, it’s just you and me.” He got closer to your lips, “just you and me.” As he spoke, his lips brushed lightly over yours, making you lick yours before you resumed the soft contact for a kiss.

Christian swallowed dryly as he watched, clearing his throat before turning his head away to his assistant director. “The underwater camera is ready, right?” As a response he received a nod, but struggled to face the monitor once again.

The kiss was only gentle at first, but enough to make you both sigh deeply. You opted to tilt your head to only increase the pressure of your lips on Minho’s, but the tongue he sneaked out over your bottom lip meant you parted your lips. The kiss was deepened in a matter of minutes, and with your eyes closed, it’s like you had forgotten your surroundings, solely consumed in Minho.

This was to be stopped when Christian had enough, yelling “cut!” to prepare for the next scene. However, the kiss you shared didn’t end as abruptly, with Minho opting to peck your lips before slowly stopping.

“You’re a great kisser,” he complimented biting his smile down on his lower lip, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

Before you could say anything, Christian had already approached you both. “Okay, listen–”

“Was that good?” Minho interrupted him, curious.

“Huh?” Christian pretended to be unphased. “Oh. Yeah, yeah, whatever. Listen, we’re gonna do the underwater shot. You’ll have two cameras out of frame from each other on each side. All you have to do is know where the cameras are and fall in holding each other. Alright?”

Though you looked at Christian, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you, and just looked to Minho for clearance. Christian got a thumbs up from him but didn’t see your nod, turning away instantly.

Minho held your hand to lead the way out of the pool to then let you pass him so you could walk up the stairs first. The assistant director was already standing in your allocated spot waiting for you, instructing you that you were to fall one on top of the other to allow the cameras to face the sides of your faces. Who would fall back first was up to you to decide.

“I’ll lead the way,” Minho said, this whole time still holding your hand. You also suggested it’d be best to fall on your knees to minimise splash and waves in the water to get a clearer shot. The assistant director agreed, leaving you both to take your places.

Minho kneeled down with his back to the water, and you followed suit being as close to him as possible. He held you tight by your waist and you by his shoulders. Looking down at your placement in the pavement, you could feel his fingers stroking your wet lower back in the attempt to relax you again.

“Don’t forget to hold your breath, just like how you do whenever I touch you,” he teased you.

“And I’m surprised you still have enough blood circulating to get to your brain,” you teased back, indicating with your eyes to his hard-on.

He smirked before leaning in to your ear. “I’ve been like this since the moment I saw you, imagining all the things I could be doing to you after.” Your eyes widened and you swallowed dryly, making him laugh lowly and peck your cheek.

“Places!” you were reminded of Christian’s presence. “And, action!”

An above water camera followed your moves and Minho leaned back his body holding onto yours until you were submersed in the water, both of you closing your eyes. Though you leaned with your chin under his shoulder, he pulled away from you slightly to face you once again, instantly planting your lips on yours. Your hands traced his face before creeping lower to his abdomen, tugging at his shirt. His own hands went from your waist to your face, cradling in to kiss you harder.

With your eyes closed, though your body was submissive to Minho’s every move and touch, your mind started racing with a thousand questions and thoughts: what have I gotten myself into? Why did Minho fall for me? Did we take this too far? I want Minho. I don’t want Minho. I’m here for Christian. What would Christian think? Christian. Christian!

Feeling your stored air supply running low, you brought yourself above water, gasping immediately for air. The water still in your ears muffled your surrounding, not hearing your name being called out.

“Y/N!” You turned your head in the direction of the voice, seeing it was Christian. “I called cut thirty seconds ago!”

Were you in there for that long? You turned to your right seeing Minho above water also, a stern expression on his face, to then back at Christian.

“I-I couldn’t hear well underwater and–”

“You should have paid more attention!” Christian’s voice was far too loud, and you could tell the malicious intent behind his words. The whole crew stood still as they looked at you and Minho, anticipating with fear what Christian might do next. You’ve never felt more embarrassed in your life. You looked at him disappointingly, but his angry glare never dying down. Because of this, you looked away from him and turned your back, heading for the stairs. Just by this, Christian knew he fucked up.

You didn’t allow Minho to help you at any stage, always three steps ahead of him. A production assistant was ready to offer you a towel, mouthing a thank you before you took it. Having to walk past Christian, you avoided looking at him, and kept walking as fast and as carefully as you could due to the wet surface.

“Come on, Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that–” he tried to apologise, attempting to reach out for your arm, but the water droplets on you meant you could pull away from his hold with ease, continuing to walk.

Christian stayed glued in his place, and Minho approached. “Don’t you think that was too harsh, hyung? I couldn’t hear you either.”

He didn’t respond, just turned to face him, biting his tongue before he said anything he would regret.

When he didn’t answer, Minho said, “I’ll go talk to her.”

“No,” Christian barricaded Minho with his arm to stop him from stepping any further. “I did this, I’ll go talk to her.”

Walking back into the penthouse and down its corridor, he noted that the front door was wide open but no one by it. He knew the room you used to get ready in was the room directly next to the front door, jogging there, but it was empty.

“Fuck!” he hissed to himself. He scrambled for his phone in your pocket, unlocking it to reach his recent calls, tapping your name immediately. Straight to voicemail. He cursed again.

Walking out the door, he still thought he could catch up to you, but by the time he reached the lobby and the main entrance, you were nowhere to be seen. Christian couldn’t abandon his crew as he had not called it a day yet, and so he returned to the top floor.

“Guys, it’s a wrap! Thank you everyone for your hard work! Let’s wrap everything up and go home!”

The crew was only able to meekly clap for themselves, quickly returning to the chatter of what just happened. But Minho wasn’t buying it.

“Hyung!” he called out making his way to him. “Where is she?”

With sadness and uncertainty, he shook his head, “I don’t know.”

The editing room was dark as per usual, but now also in the mood and not just in atmosphere. In the early mornings of a Sunday morning, a week after having completed the shooting of the Body video, Christian continued to struggle to concentrate with the work at hand. He ruffled his hair in the attempt to vacate his mind with thoughts of you, thinking if you didn’t think to call him in these last few days or be at your apartment where he knew he’d find you, then he should not be worried about you either.

But it wasn’t that easy; as soon as he’d decide to resume life as normal, he’d pick up his phone to check for any missed calls again, and if there were none, he’d call you. Of course, you would not answer.

Christian had a deadline to meet and it was fast approaching. The video was to be released in two weeks and YG, after having seen a draft cut and providing suggestions and requirements, wanted to see a final cut by Monday. Agreeing with himself that if he spent just this night editing, he would not need to worry about it in the following morning. And so, the following six hours were spent in front of two monitors, struggling to keep his eyes open. As soon as the draft file was exported, Christian was knocked out cold in his chair.

He was woken abruptly by his phone vibrating on his desk, groaning as he raised his head off his folded arms. He scrambled for it, turning it facing upwards to reveal ‘DB.’

“Hello?” he mumbled.

“Hey, Ian,” Dabin said. “You up yet or nah?”

“What time is it?”

“Like two in the afternoon?” he said. “Yeah, seven past two.”

“Jesus…” he groaned once again, slowly getting to his feet. “I fell asleep right after editing.”

“Damn… I’ll call you when you’re more awake,” he offered with a chuckle.

“Alright, just… give me ten minutes.” Christian hung up to throw his phone onto his desk once again, running his hands over his face. Slowly but surely he walked to the bathroom to head into the shower. The quick shower was enough to refresh him, wearing his typical casual attire.

Dabin did as he promised and called a few minutes later. “I called just wondering if you’ve heard of Y/N lately. I’ve been wanting a favour—“

“No, I haven’t spoken to her lately,” he gritted his teeth at hearing your name. “I’ve tried calling her but…”

“I know you fucked up but I didn’t think she’d give me the same cold shoulder, damn.”

“I didn’t fuck up, I—“ Christian sighed. “Can I ask what you need from her.”

“Really, I was just gonna ask her to talk to Loco or Zi. Minho’s been asking around for her, she could get his number from them.”

He gritted his teeth again. “Of course… I honestly don’t know where she’s at. I’ve been trying to call her, been to her place… nothing. Don’t even know if she’s not in the damn country or not, if she could just—“ Christian was stopped by the bell of his front door ringing, followed by a lazy knock on the door.

“You know what Y/N’s like,” Dabin spoke. “Just give her a few more days, and she’ll come to her senses.”

Christian approached his door with the phone still in his ear. As he was not expecting anyone, he was sure to peek through the peephole before opening the door.

“Uh, hey man,” Christian said, having his hand to the door handle, opening the door. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

“Oh, aight. Remember, give Y/N the message, this dude is pissing everyone off asking around for—“

The phone call ended before the sentence could even be completed, as Christian opened the door in anger as well as relief. “Where the fuck have you been?”

“Not that it’s anything to do with you,” you replied coldly. “I’m just here to see the video.” You attempted to make your way into the apartment, but was blocked by Christian stepping in to block your path. “Can you let me in? Please?”

“Not until you tell me where you’ve been. You’ve been gone a week, I’ve been trying to call you, went to your place. You’ve acted like such an insufferable brat, god, I just—“ Christian stopped in his tracks when he remembered that he too acted like an insufferable brat that day. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

He looked at you for some kind of response, emotion or movement. But you remained still in your spot still waiting for him to move out of your way. Rolling his eyes and sighing, he finally gave in, stepping to his left.

You smiled sarcastically. “Thank you.”

Being able to walk in, you were quick to slide off your shoes, heading straight to the living room. Christian went to the table where his laptop was, bringing it with him to sit beside you. Opening it on his lap, it only took a few clicks before he had the video playing, making sure it was at full volume.

You held onto your knees tightly as the video began, paying close attention to the shots chosen. When you first saw yourself on the screen, you were surprised at how the camera moved over you, seeing how well executed they were. During the whole shoot you were afraid you weren’t hitting the right movements or poses, providing only awkward angles, but Christian proved otherwise.

The scenes chosen of you and Minho where the sugar-coated or tame ones; the video oozed the sex appeal it was trying to portray, doing so perfectly. You were more interested in your own portrayal, with the thoughts of ‘could you have done enough’ clouding your thoughts since you left the location. Although the more intimate scenes of you and Minho brought back vivid memories of the day, you would catch a peak at Christian to see how he’d react. He was just as pissed as ever.

When the video came to an end was when you could finally relax the grip on your knees, sighing deeply. “Is this what you’re giving to them?”

He nodded, closing his laptop and placing it on the coffee table. “Minho hasn’t even seen any of it yet.”

“No? Oh...”

“He, um,” he cleared his throat. “He’s been trying to get your number too.” He leaned back in his seat with an arm behind your head resting on top of the sofa, slightly turning his body to you.

Turning to him also, you asked, “you didn’t give it to him, did you?”

“Of course not, I’m not that stupid.” And have him take you away from me? Fuck that.

“Good, because...” you scratched the back of your head. “That shoot was... something else. It was only that one time, if you have any more models flake out on you, then I’m sorry, but leave me out of it.”

“You took the job a little too seriously...” he turned his head and said under his breath, but you still heard him clearly.

“Excuse me?” you raised an eyebrow. “I did as you told me to do, don’t bring that shit onto me now.”

Christian clenched his jaw at your truth. “I won’t ask you again. To have you all over someone else like that again, the dude’s lucky I didn’t—“ He let his thoughts run through his head and past his lips, not having realised he done so. With each word he confessed, your eyes grew in shock.

“You motherfucker!” you shoved him. “I knew you were jealous! It was written all over your pitiful face, giving me the dirtiest looks when all I was doing was a favour for you!”

“I needed someone and quickly, Y/N. You were the first woman I thought of that I knew Minho would like. Plus, you liked the video, they’re gonna like the video, so what’s the fucking problem?”

“At what cost? Huh? Now we’re here arguing--”

“You’re the one who ran away instead of facing me like an adult! And why did you do that? Did you not want to face me afterwards or something?”

“I just...” you groaned, “needed some space. And if you were the adult that you’re trying to preach, why couldn’t you just tell me from the get-go that you were uncomfortable? For the sake of the video?”

He bowed his head. “I was going to talk to you after... I was—for fuck’s sake, Y/N.”

The distress was clear in Christian’s body language, making you feel rather guilty. “I didn’t mean to get you so worried. The whole thing was overwhelming, so I just needed a few days away from everything.” Because Christian would not raise his head, and simply looked at the gap between you both on the sofa, you shifted closer to him, placing your index finger under his chin to make him look at you. “The video turned out great. They’re gonna love it, I promise.”

Christian was almost taken aback at how close you now were, his eyes couldn’t help but divert to your lips before licking his own.

His hand came up to your cheek and jaw, using his thumb to caress your face. “You really think so?”

The finger under his chin moved to his cheek until the hand eventually came around his head to the back of his head. “I know so.”

Your lips glued to Christian’s like a magnet, revelling in the softness of his lips over yours. The kiss would only be gentle for a few moments before Christian leaned into your further, becoming more rugged and needy.

With the hands he placed on your waist, he was able to hoist you over on top of his lap, already dragging his hands along your back. “You better be fucking sorry.”

You growled. “So should you.”

The kiss left you both breathless, but neither one of you seemed to want to stop. The material of your black leggings was thin enough to feel Christian’s growing bulge beneath his grey track bottoms, having it sit perfectly in between your clothed slit. As if innately, you started to slowly grind against him slowly, providing yourself with enough friction.

The motion of your hips had Christian moaning into your mouth. “Ugh, fuck, Y/N.” He held you by your waist tighter, wanting you to grind down on him harder. “You’re such a tease.”

“But doesn’t it feel good?” you paused the kiss and smirked, looking at him with sultry eyes, seeing the neediness in his.

He looked down at where your crotches connected, watching as his mouth gaped. “Fuck, more than good.”

You held him by his chin to pull his face back up again, resuming the deep kiss. Beginning to multi-task, you removed your jean jacket while still maintaining a motion in your hips and keeping Christian’s lips on yours.

Reluctantly, though it was necessary, Christian parted his lips from yours to remove his black tee, giving you the chance to take off your white tank top. Once the top part of your breasts were exposed by your bra, Christian began to trail sloppy kisses from your jaw, placing a few on your neck, continuing down to the flesh, nipping at its soft skin.

You hissed and exhaled at his marks, feeling that he was leaning into you more and more. However, you decided to take back the upper hand by shoving him back to the sofa by a push of his shoulder. Before he could say anything, you proceeded the same treatment as he done onto you previously, repeating the same trail of kisses whilst also removing your legs from his sides.

Getting your kisses lower down to his stomach, you got yourself onto your knees between his widely parted legs. As you travelled down his body, his gaze never left not even wanting to blink and miss a moment.

Christian had his bottom lip under the grip of his teeth as he continued to watch you closely, after having quickly disposed of his basketball shorts and boxers, whining inwardly at how much you teased him, placing the sweetest kisses along his shaft. Your fingers wrapped around the tip, holding onto it, rotating your hand over him gently.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he exhaled. “You’re killing me here.”

You chuckled. “Good.” Drawing out a wet tongue, first you massaged his balls with the muscle, slowly dragging it up his cock, being sure to leave a trail behind. Pulling back his taut skin entirely, your tongue reached the underside of the tip, and Christian hissed.

His jaw gaped and he held his breath as your mouth took just the head in, sucking softly. Having his breath still trapped in his throat, you widened yours to drop your widened lips, wanting to reach the shaft. As soon as Christian felt himself hit the wall at the back of your mouth, he groaned loudly. You held your mouth there for a second before bopping your head, making his lower stomach tighten already.

“Holy fucking shit,” Christian moaned, attempting to insert himself further into your mouth. “Fuck, that mouth of yours–keep going, baby.”

You withdrew yourself from his cock, leaving it far wetter than previously, but quickly returned, creating a steady pace. Christian had his eyes screwed shut with a heaving chest, trying to breathe as normally as he could. It was becoming increasingly hard to do, his throbbing cock being stroked and sucked such a way he was at your mercy.

“If I just knew earlier, ah,” he tried to speak, though would also moan, “we would have cut the bullshit way earlier.”

Your mouth released him, having only your hand work over his slick cock, the lewd sounds you created turning you both on further. “Let’s make it worth the wait.”

He sighed deeply before letting his head fall back on the back of the sofa, one hand gripping the material beneath him, the other hand raked its fingers through his hair. When you took him back into his mouth, at a faster pace this time, his hisses and whines became more frequent. He was putty in your hands, and mouth, his moans making you grin to yourself mentally. As a physical reaction, you did feel the lace of your panties get increasingly soaked at the sight of Christian’s twisting face, wanting to see it more. So, to kick it up a notch, the grip you help him with tightened, sucking harder.

“Fuck, fuck!” he now yelled out in pleasure. “You’re gonna make me–fuck, I’m cumming!” Both of his hands flew to the side of your head to keep it still, thrusting himself into your mouth. You didn’t stop, however, wanting to take him over that edge.

With a few more strangled moans, his voice halted. Upon your tongue, you felt the salty ribbons of cum shoot onto it, coating it entirely. Christian’s thighs shook beside you as you didn’t let him go, making choke out.

“Y/N!” it sounded like a plea, but you didn’t respond. Instead, you continued to work your mouth over him, though slower this time. Breathing heavily, he couldn’t help having his hips sputter as you took him into overstimulation. “Baby, please!”

You giggled as he begged, being merciful enough to slowly take yourself away him, looking at him. You gulped loudly, letting him seed trickle down your throat, and quickly making your way up his body to reach his neck, kissing its skin roughly.

“You sound like you enjoyed that,” you chuckled, embracing him. He didn’t respond, and instead pulling his shorts up again and returned a stronger embrace, enough to pick you up.

“I’ll be glad to return the favour,” he said as he got up to his feet, taking you with him. The walk to the bedroom was short, and you two were in bed in no time. First thing that had to be done was discard yourselves of all items of clothing, leaving them on the bedroom floor.

Christian still kept the upper hand, parting your legs for him, nestling between them. His hardening cock was felt on your inner thigh, making you wince. Your whines became louder when Christian pushed up a breast to his mouth, licking its nipple. You squirmed under him, already feeling yourself getting wet. He followed on to the next breast, now making you moan.

“Get on me,” he stroked your thighs, kissing your chest. “On my face.”

You were about to ask if he was sure about it, but you were becoming increasingly impatient and Christian was already on his back ready to take you. Large strands of Christian’s jet-black hair fell across his forehead, making you brush the backwards and keeping your fingers locked in them. Taking the opportunity to keep his head still, you scooted up his torso, widening your legs to prepare your knees to have them rest on each side of his head. Providing enough space for him, Christian’s arms came under your thighs to secure themselves around them.

You peaked at Christian’s smug face one more time, chuckling at his confidence, returning the same look. The chortle stopped when you felt kisses being placed on your inner thigh, dangerously close to your centre. You gritted your teeth as Christian continued to tease you, impatiently waiting for more. To get a point across, you tightened your grip on his hair, making him hiss. In response, he began to graze his teeth on your soft skin to then suck on it harshly.

“Ah, Christian,” you gasped. “You haven’t just been teasing me only now and this past week, it’s been a whole damn year, don’t–”

“How do you think I feel?” he whined, digging his nails into your thigh. “It’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“Nuh uh, you already got yours, I want mine now.”

Christian cocked an eyebrow. “Be careful what you wish for, baby.”

“I’m not wishing for anything, I’m telling you–”

Your words were cut short having felt a long swipe of Christian’s wet tongue on your swollen clit, the sensation overtaking your body almost immediately. You fought to keep your body up straight as his tongue continued to manoeuvre perfectly beneath you, taking in deep breaths to see if it’d help you regain control of your body. The effort went to waste when Christian used a sturdier tongue on your clit and your body bucked forward, making you use flattened hands on the wall in front of you.

Christian groaned into you, becoming turned on again by how much of an effect he was having on you. With that, his arms encased around your thighs tighter, drove his mouth deeper and faster in your pussy. You were a moaning mess above him, no longer being able to suppress your moans. With each passing moment, with your sweet voice being music to Christian’s ears, he found himself slowly thrusting his hips up into the air, his cock lying thickly on his pelvic bone.

“That’s it, baby,” you panted. “You’re turning me on so fucking much, holy fuck.”

Your pending arousal coated Christian’s lips, and he ensured to sop up every last drop, using your wetness to glide his tongue across your clit more quickly. Your nails scratched at the paint on the wall, looking for something to grip onto for control. That extra support on your hands enabled you to start gyrating your hips, grinding your pussy on Christian’s tongue. Once again he moaned, louder this time, and pushed up his hips too.

Your focus was divided in search for your orgasm as well as how hot Christian looked. The way he clasped onto your thighs, the determination in his eyes and how he got turned on each time you made a bold move, all those together were a recipe for pure bliss.

But you wanted one final ingredient; you pushed yourself off the wall to stand up straight, having your hand reach down to your lower lips, spreading them with your index and middle finger. “Let me see that tongue of yours.”

Christian complied with your request with another groan, parting his lips wide enough to expose most of his tongue. At first the tip of his muscle circled around your clit, and as it was now more exposed, your sensitivity was on another level. The hand that was initially in his hair returned, earning a grin from Christian.

“That good, Y/N?”

“Not good, it’s fucking amazing–shit!”

Christian’s whole tongue was now rapidly and roughly probing your clit, and let your let escape a loud whine. Your thighs also started to shake within his hold, feeling that familiar but more satisfying sensation at the pit of your stomach.

“Christian!” you shouted.

“Come on, baby, cum for me,” Christian ordered. “Be a good girl for me and cum in my mouth.”

His words certainly had you weaker to the point your hands had to return to the wall for support one more time. A few more choked moans escaped until your body convulsed, succumbing to your first orgasm of the night. Crying out, your peak hit every corner of your body with Christian’s tongue still flicking rapidly over your clit.

“Oh god!” You were hit with a second wave, almost making you fall backwards. “Okay, okay!” you giggled hysterically. “Christian, I—“ He didn’t stop. “Fuck, stop!”

The hold he had on your thighs loosened as he found your pleas amusing, laughing with you. “I warned you.”

“Have you got any more tricks up your sleeve?” you asked sliding down his body until your face aligned with his, seeing him smile at you.

Your lips roamed freely across Christian’s jaw and neck, holding him close to you by his nape. Christian, in the meantime, held his shaft, using his tip to tease your entrance and clit, wanting to see you writhe over him.

“Oh, come on, Christian,” your voice shook, your nails clawing at his skin. “You’re the worst fucking tease in the world.”

Christian chortled at your remark, “Patience, baby. Just enjoy it a bit. Enjoy me.”

He kept a hand on your waist, trying to keep your lower body still though your hips moved on their own, but he was fighting a battle against himself, trying to prevent him from fucking you senseless right then and there. But why deny himself?

“I’ll enjoy you a lot more once you start fucking me.” You took matters into your own hands, holding his cock over his own hand, finding your entrance quickly. You both moved your hands to allow Christian to sink into you, lowering your hips steadily.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Christian gritted his teeth, hands flying to grip your waist. “Slowly or I’ll cum already.”

“Christian! I just–” you started to work your hips despite Christian’s hold, dipping lower to have him deeper inside of you, getting that tantalizing stretch you were looking for. “Just let me ride you.”

At your request, Christian let his head fall back onto the pillows, releasing his hands from you, allowing you to do as you wished. You were able to stand up straight, seeking leverage by flattening your palms against his chest, enabling you to pick up your speed. Christian adored the view of your gaped mouth, your bouncing breasts and peaking to see himself disappear inside of you every time you descended onto him.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” he panted. “Just a little faster, Y/N.”

His hands returned to your waist to commence the desired speed, thrusting his hips upwards. Your nails dug deeper into his flesh as the pleasure began to be intensified. You still tried to work your hips against his, having you both in the work, only creating more friction between the both of you to the point you couldn’t even hold yourself up.

Collapsing against his chest in indulgence, the most you could was wrap an arm around his neck as the other hand scratched at the bed sheets. Your moans and deep breaths became more sporadic the faster he went, his intentions of keeping you on edge until the end long gone, immersed in his own needs.

“C-Christian!” you choked out. “You’re so deep–shit, don’t stop!”

He groaned deeply at your demand, snaking an arm entirely around your waist, and his other hand gripped onto your shoulder, keeping your body perfectly still for him to slam his cock faster and deeper into your pussy, cursing under his breath.

“You like me filling up your tight, pretty pussy, huh? Getting my cock so fucking wet, goddamn…”

“It’s all you,” you heaved, his words making your heart beat faster. “All you, baby. I’m not going to–you’re gonna make me cum.”

“You’re gonna cum again for me?” he smirked. You nodded. “You better cum so fucking hard on my cock.”

“Then keep going. I’m so close!”

The tight grip Christian had on you maintained as he suddenly turned you onto your back but never breaking contact. He took the arm you had over his neck to put both of them over your head, pinning you to the bed by your wrists. Your knees instantaneously raised to part your legs further, facilitating Christian’s relentless thrusts.

The constraint he had over you disabled you from movement, in turn you focused on the pleasure you were receiving, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

“F-fuck!” you gasped, that familial sensation rising to the surface. “I’m cumming!” Your eyes couldn’t help but roll to the back of your head, shutting your eyelids. With your lower back digging into the mattress, your back arched deeply, and Christian’s cock continuously brushed harshly against your g-spot as his thrusts never faltered. “Oh god!”

Your walls spasmed and contracted around Christian, increasing his satisfaction. “Ah, Y/N!” This only made his fuck you more rapidly through your orgasm, and your legs began to shake beyond your control. He chased his orgasm in the middle of yours with such ferocity, taking no mind to how sensitive you now were. You cried out his name, but not telling him to stop. You wanted him to cum too, even though you were being driven into oblivion. When he released your wrists to fist the mattress on the sides of your body, your fingernails returned to leave marks all over his back and neck, trying to hold on tight.

“Christian!” you couldn’t take it anymore. “I–fuck–I–”

“I’m gonna cum! Y/N, I’m gonna cum!” the pitch of his voice was higher. His hands flew to the crease between your thigh and groin, pulling you closer to him as he administered the last remaining deep thrusts, burying himself inside of you entirely, spilling his seed inside the latex sleeve. He moaned your name a few more times as he breathed erratically, his orgasm washing over him. “Holy fuck!”

As he tried to control his breathing, his thrusts were shallow and slower, easing up on you. Eventually sitting up on his knees, Christian was able to dab with the back of his hand some sweat droplets that had formed on his forehead. Still, the overstimulation left you sensitive to any touch, needing a moment to recuperate.

That clearly wasn’t going to happen. “Baby, one more.”

Your eyes widened. “What?! Oh no, Christian, I can’t take another one, please!”

“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed heavily. “You feel too fucking good, let me make you feel good too.”

As you were about to whine at how worn out you felt, Christian dipped his mouth instantly on your neck, grazing his teeth across it roughly. Instead of speaking your words, you moaned restlessly. Lost under his lips, you hadn’t even realised he had already disposed his previous condom, already opening the packet of a new one.

“Don’t expect me to do any more work,” you giggled. “I’m worn out.”

“Of course not,” he held you by your hips, wanting to put you on your stomach. “Let me take care of you now.”

Though your body was limp, the little bit of energy you managed to generate was used to aid Christian, turning your body to have your ass up to him. He kept you low, only wanting your legs spread enough to slide between them. One leg lied in a ninety degree angle, as the other was between Christian’s thighs. He scooted closer to you, his cock still as hard as ever.

He clenched onto a cheek, giving him way to slide his tip along the length of your core once again to ensure you were just as wet. He received confirmation when he slipped into you with ease, though your walls still gripped his shaft. Just as tight and wet as before, Christian wasted no time in the gradual build up, deciding to thrust into you at a steady but rough pace from the get-go.

You thought your sensitivity would subside with short break taken, and you were so wrong. You began to contract over his cock as if your orgasm was still recent and fresh, and your lower body started to shake once more.

“Fuck, oh god,” you were somewhat surprised that despite your mind signalling that you were spent, your body reacted otherwise with your g-spot being easily stimulated once again. Trying to keep your whimpers low, you grabbed for the pillow to bring it closer, biting down onto the fabric of the pillow case. Some moans still escaped but for the most part, you were relatively quiet.

Christian took note of this and dipped his head down to your ear, maintaining the fierceness of his thrusts. “Don’t hide from me now, Y/N, I want to hear how good I’m making you feel. Can you do that for me, hmm?” He purposely administered harder thrusts just to get a reaction from you, and succeeded. “So much time wasted, keeping this good pussy from me. I should be making you beg for me, but you feel too good, fuck.” His palm went flying to swat your cheek with admirable strength, making you yelp. He did it once again and you groaned, both in pain and pleasure. “You like that, baby, huh?” he grinned mischievously. “You looked like you were ready to fuck Minho that night, knowing that I was watching, getting jealous. You wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?” Another smack.

“Fuck! No!” you panted. “I wanted you that whole time. Only you!”

“Say it again.”

“I only want you, Christian. Only you.”

Like music to his ears, the grin never disappeared from his face as he slammed his hips into you more quickly with much more force. Your moans turned into whines and cries, the pleasure too intense.

“He’d never be able to fuck you like this. Never,” he snarled into your ear. “You’re mine. All mine.” Christian himself breathed heavily in the midst of his loud moans, feeling every stroke get him closer to his third orgasm. “Shit, shit, I’m—“

“Gonna cum! Fuck!” You pulled the sheets out of the corners of the bed, feeling your body tense up for the third time, more rigidly this time around. Christian’s body collapsed over yours, still thrusting deeply inside you.

“Oh, baby,” he grazed his teeth on the flesh of your shoulders. “You’re... whew, fuck me.”

“I can’t...” you said weakly. “I really—goddamn it, three times?”

“What, not enough for you?” Christian rolled off you, taking off his condom and tying it at the end. “Just give me ten minutes.”

“No, I mean,” you got onto your back. “Jesus, I don’t even know what I mean.”

“I didn’t make you that lost for words, did I?” He turned to you with open arms, taking you by your waist to face him. “But you sounded so hot when you were moaning for me... saying my name...” He kissed your lips softly like in the beginning, caressing your back. “Come with me tomorrow to give in the final cut.”

“With you?” you sounded surprised. “You already want to show me off?”

“I said you were mine,” he sighed. “And I meant it.”

Christian became possessive with his touch and kisses again, pulling you in close once more.

“I thought you said you needed ten minutes.”

“I can’t wait anymore,” he pulled your thigh over his body before turning into you, positioning himself between your legs once again. “And neither can you.”

a/n: well, sweetheart, i hope you had fun reading this.

#christian yu smut #christian yu scenarios #khh smut #khh scenarios #dpr smut #dpr scenarios #christian yu #kpop smut #dpr #kpop scenarios #do i tag this as c-clow smut too #ehhh nah #this took 24 hours in the span of four week to write goddamn #mino smut #mino scenarios #winner smut #winner scenarios #i've already thought up and started on a small part 2 to this lol that's how fucked up christian and his insta lives have me #*

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Fell - Chapter 2 - Notes...

Okay, so I really wasn’t planning on continuing this so soon, but I had a fairly meh day at work that was only survived by the fact that about half of this - in particular, the dialogue - wrote itself and kept me amused. You’d be surprised how often that happens with my writing; or maybe not, considering how infrequently I do it.

When I said it wouldn’t be a continuous story, I more meant it wasn’t going to be a day-by-day gradual thing. There are still a few more things to do before I feel it’s sufficiently tied in with the rest of my stuff.

Weather’s cooling down so maybe I can draw responses again soon. Until then, have a thing. It’s a bit longer than the other one but that’s because it’s mostly banter.

Axl woke up. Not to grass and the canopy of a strange, magical forest, but to the familiarity of his own bed and room.

At least, as familiar as a bed and room could be that he’d built himself over a week ago, in the matter of less than a day. He still didn’t quite believe it, but he’d stopped constantly questioning things after the third night.

He rolled his eyes and sat up, examining his arms and chest. Yep, all still intact. Just like every other time, yet he couldn’t shake the habit of checking. Even his dark gray armor had little more than scratches in it, and those were just because he was bad at making good looking armor.

It also felt nice to be dry. Axl glanced to the window, at the pouring rain he was just out in. He never liked the rain; he liked it even less when he had to wear armor, and even less with the ridiculous giant killer fish that came out during this weather.

He kicked his legs over the bed and stood up, reaching into his coin pouch and depositing whatever he had left in the bank on the dresser. Stretching his arms over his head with a yawn, he headed down the stairs to the workroom. An anvil and forge were located conspicuously in the center, on a reinforced stone floor, with a brick chimney to vent the forge’s heat and smoke.

The guide was sitting by the forge, reading a book and seeming oblivious to Axl’s arrival. Axl scowled, but appreciated it. All the better to not get some snide lecture as he went to sit himself down at one of the other tables. He picked up a small book of his own, a journal he’d started to keep, and flipped it open, jotting down a quick note. “Fell. Again. Of course,” me muttered, sarcastically, before tossing the book back down on the table with a hefty sigh, kicking his feet up.

Axl looked over at the large clock he’d built. 7:24 pm. Good. It was about time to head back down, anyway. Not that he wanted to be out there in the rain again any time soon. He reached into the small bag at his waist and pulled out a strange, shiny scroll, unrolling it and going over its contents for a bit, to make sure he had everything he needed before descending to his inevitable something-th death in the caverns below.

The clock ticked, almost slower for the wait, after Axl put the scroll away and stared at it. He knew he could go down now, but he needed some time to collect his bearings and remember his paths.

Tick… Tick… Tick… There. The minute hand hit 30 and Axl stood up. He didn’t have high hopes, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. Maybe he’d find something genuinely worthwhile one day.

However, just as he was about to kick open the trapdoor by the loom, the guide looked up sharply and snapped his book shut. The sudden movement caused Axl to pause and glance over, just as the other man stood up and quickly walked over to the door. Axl flailed slightly and reached into his bag, pulling out a silver sword that had no business fitting in a bag of that size, looking manic, “I swear to GOD if you’re letting in wet zombies-!”

“Don’t swear to the gods here,” the guide smiled as he pulled the door open, “You’ll regret having ever known they existed.”

Axl was ready to fight, but instead of a soggy, shambling corpse, a girl in her late-teens stumbled in.

Where she stumbled in from was anybody’s guess, but Axl’s best guess was from a grungy punk rock concert. Or, at least, a grungy punk rock garage. Leather jacket, fishnets under ripped denim pants, very, very short white hair, and a few too many piercings. Most notably, though, was a bright red, if beat-up v-shaped guitar hanging off her shoulder with a rose-and-thorns strap, which couldn’t have been good to be poured on by the rain like it was.

“What… the crap,” she gasped for breath, ignoring the fact that she’d just run into a stranger’s cabin in the woods to begin shouting, “Were those... zombies?!”

“A shining welcome to you, too,” the guide smiled, as he closed the door behind her. As if to accentuate her question, a loud scratching and snarling could be heard against the wood of the door and the walls outside, though it was soon drowned out by the gradually strengthening downpour. The girl gave a start, suddenly very keenly aware that she was being stared at. She looked around, bewildered.

Axl held up a hand in a half-wave, expression awkward, “Uh… hey.”

The girl took a moment to absorb the scene around her, from the utilitarian furnishings including but not restricted to an anvil, a loom, and a sawbench, but to the strangely nondescript guy who’d let her in, and the armored dork with his hand up, “...Okay, am I going crazy?“ She began, before a realization clicked, “...What are you wearing?” She peered at Axl’s armor, “Is that… lead?”

“No!” Axl reflexively snapped at the ludicrous question, before realizing he was in a ludicrous world, and she was, in fact, correct, “...Well... ...Yeah. Sort of.” He put his hand behind his head, embarrassed, “Doesn’t really feel like it, though.” He gestured with a thumb over to the guide, “Stronger than copper. Genius over there said it was stronger than iron, but I never found any-”

The girl just stared at him, looking somewhat mortified. This man was a loony.

The rain punctuated the uncomfortable silence like an inelegantly long string of ellipses, before Axl decided to break it in an ever so slightly more awkward fashion, “So, uh…” He held up his arms, gesturing toward her in a half-shrugging manner, “...Who... are you?”

The girl sighed heavily. Okay, he was a loony, but at least he seemed like a genuine and mostly harmless loony, “...Aura. Just call me Aura.”

“Actually,” The guide piped up, having returned to his seat by the forge, book in hand, “it’s Anna Paulette-Rhodes Anderson.” He smiled, wryly, opening his book and beginning to read it, “Aura’s her stage name.”

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa!” Aura threw her arms up as she whirled to face the other man, looking horrified, “Cool it with the creepy-”

The guide idly flipped a page, not looking up, “Her band name’s None of Your-”

“Okay, holy crap, STOP-” She unslung the guitar from her shoulder, gripping it tightly and looking just about ready to wield it as a weapon, “How do… Who are you!?” When she got no further response, she turned to Axl, eyes wide, “Who is this creep!?”

Axl felt a little bad for her, but at this point, he knew how she felt a little too much to correctly display his sympathy, “Hell if I know. He hasn’t told me, either.”

The girl’s eyes darted between them, before she relaxed, slightly, hesitantly slinging the guitar back over her shoulder, “Fine, whatever,” she tried to ignore the man who had returned to reading his book and pretending to be oblivious, and turned to Axl, “You?”

“Axl,” he began, before shooting a glance over at the guide and adding, “… Colin Eyre,” before the smarmy fellow could add it for him.

That was enough to get Aura to relax fully “...Haha, cool,” she mumbled, running her hand over her hair, “Axl, like in Guns ‘n-”

“-Don’t.” Axl snapped, before looking apologetic, “...Yes. My mom was a huge fan.” Saying that, though, his face contorted in realization, “...Ugh, I haven’t even thought about…” He pulled his helmet off and held it under his arm, running his armored fingers through his hair, “I’ve been gone so long, everyone’s probably worried sick… I’ve been dying so much I didn’t even think about-”

Aura tensed up again, “Wait, what?” She sounded genuinely shocked, somehow more than before, “Dying!?”

“Yeah, I… ...o-ohhh…” Axl trailed off, expression going grim, then worried, then very, very uncomfortable as he took in a sharp breath through his teeth, ”...oh. Right.”

He knew things looked weird but the tension in the room made it feel like it had just gotten a lot worse, and it was already pretty bad, “Look it’s hard to explain, but… Ever since I got here, I…” He began, before his own thought process derailed him on a sudden tangent, “...wait, how did you get here?”

She hesitated, glancing sidelong at the guide, who continued to say nothing, but his insufferably knowing smile said more than words. “Well, since there’s no hiding anything from King Stalker Creep over there anyway,” Gritting her teeth, she finally managed to hiss out, “I was setting up to play at a venue and,” It almost seemed physically painful for her to admit, “Well, okay, shut up, fine, I usually steal crap from the venues I play at, and while I was rummaging through the drawers in the dressing room I found this weird mirror, and-”

Axl’s expression darkened as he looked towards the ground, “Another one…” He mumbled, almost inaudibly and not meaning to interrupt her story, but doing so all the same. Aura blinked.

“Heh, I guess you found one too, huh?” Her eye and cheek twitched slightly, vaguely annoyed but also somewhat relieved that she wasn’t suffering this alone. Speaking of suffering... “Well, whatever. What’s this you said about dying, again?”

“Oh, right… It’s kind of hard to explain, but…” Axl helplessly gestured over to the book on the table, “Well, I guess that’ll explain it. Sort of.” He put his helmet back on, a little too roughly and with a quiet “ow” before adding, “It should at least give you an idea what you’ve gotten yourself into…” He paused, looking at her confused expression, before feeling guilty, “...completely on accident.”

Aura shook her head and dropped her soaked guitar on the ground, string-side to the table with a twang that made even Axl cringe and whisper “oh god” before she shrugged and muttered, “Don’t worry about it, it’s an old piece of crap anyway.” She picked up the journal. On the cover was scrawled, in awful handwriting, the words “Death Notes”.

“Great, a friggin’ weeb,” she mumbled under her breath as she opened it. And frowned. The handwriting inside wasn’t much better.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing,” she idly dismissed, before quickly glancing across a few pages. Her eyes narrowed a bit, unsettled but with an appropriate amount of morbid curiosity, “You know, I can’t help but notice like a third of these just say “Fell.””

“Look,” Axl shot, defensively, before adjusting his glasses, “...Look, my prescription is at least three years out of date, and it’s dark down there. Even WITH torches.”

“Uh-huh,” she didn’t believe him, as she started looking a bit more closely at the more unique entries, “What’s a chasm creatur-”

“-purple place, ”Axl cut her off, looking momentarily mortified, “dontwannatalkbouddit.”

Aura’s eyes went slightly wider, before she half-rolled them, “Oookay,” she continued to read, “...Slime... bats... piran-… ...’Giant effing spinning skull’-” she snapped the book shut, “-look, are you kidding me?!” Aura slammed the book down on the table, only to shudder at a particularly loud gurgling hiss and rattle on the door from outside.

“I mean… just listen to what’s going on out there. You saw it yourself on your way in.” Axl’s expression was genuinely pained, if only because it hurt to not be believed after he’d gone through all that himself, “I’m not joking.” He gestured to the door, shoulders drooping, “It’s been like that every night, and that’s not the worst of it here. I really wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy, but it’s how I gotta live, now.” His head lowered to match his low shoulders, “And how I, apparently, gotta die.”

“And you… remember every death?” The girl seemed to be warming up, somewhat horrified to think about what that must have been like considering some of the more… detailed entries she’d managed to catch a glance of, “Like, you wake up... and remember how you died?”

“Yeah,” he forced an apologetically pained smirk, adjusting his glasses, “My death perception really sucks.”

After a brief pause, Aura rolled her eyes with a groan, whispering to herself, “Oh, son of a-”

“Oh come on!” Axl slapped his thigh, the loud clang from the metal on metal making him go “ow-!” again, only slightly louder this time. Taking a moment for his ears to stop ringing, he continued, “After watching your innards become outards at least four times in about a week, what other way is there to cope than to try to find a way to laugh about it afterward?”

“I can think of a few things..,” Aura scowled. She still felt very bad at how very honest this guy’s words felt, but at the same time it was all way too far-fetched for her the more she thought about it, “Ugh, I can’t believe this. This has got to be some kind of elaborate joke. A really bad one.” She pulled out her phone; a slick black smartphone, and tried to turn it on. It wouldn’t. “Oh, come on- are you KIDDING? I JUST charged you!”

“Hah, feel my pain, I thought the same thing,” Axl threw his arms out to the side in exasperation before pulling out his own dead phone to hold it up, while looking at hers, “Man, that’s fancy-looking. Where’d you get th-”

“Whoa, WHOA, let me see that!” Before Axl could muster any exclamation of resistance, she rushed over and snatched the old flip-phone from his hand to examine more closely, “Holy crap, this is ancient. Why do you even have something this ol-” She turned it over to see the stickers on the back, “...You have… Dragon Ball Z stickers… on your phone.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with th-”

“Oh my-” She quickly thrust the phone back in his direction, eyes wide and staring off vaguely in the direction of the ground. As he took the phone back, she clutched the side of her head with the hand that was holding it, “Holy crap, you are a weeb. I’m stuck in an actual goddamn zombie apocalypse with a friggin’ weeb.”

Axl scowled a bit, though more out of confusion than actual offense, “Look, I don’t even know what that is, but I can tell from your tone it’s an insult and I’d really rather you didn’t-”

Aura stared at him, palms up in an exasperated gesture, “How could you not know? You don’t look that much older than me!”

“That…” Axl half-mimiced her posture and hand movements, feeling rattled, “...doesn’t mean a thing-??”

Aura groaned frustratedly, rubbing her forehead, “Frigging- I guess it makes sense that you don’t have internet with a phone that crap-”

“Hey, I’ve got an idea!” the guide suddenly piped up from his seat by the fire, causing both of them to jump. They’d gotten so engaged in their conversation - mostly due to Axl being genuinely thrilled to get to talk to another human who seemed to have come from the real world, as irritated as he was getting with the way the conversation had turned - that they’d forgotten he was there. “Why don’t you, Ax, say what year it is?”

“How does that-?” Axl started, but cut himself off with a sigh, seeing the guide’s condescending smile and head-tilt, “2008.”

“...You’re out of your mind. It’s 2014.” Aura moved her hand from her forehead to her face, mumbling under her breath, “Sweet merciful Horus, why am I stuck with this-”

“Wha- No it’s not! It can’t be!” Axl tried to bring his own hand to his head, only to clang his helmet and look extremely startled and displeased by that before taking the helmet back off and dropping it on the table for the time being, “I know this is magic nonsense land, but there’s no way I was here for that long!”

“Never said you were,” the guide interjected before going back to his book. He seemed very amused by the banter as he chuckled to himself. Both Axl and Aura glared at him, at least coming to one unspoken agreement in that neither of them liked him.

“Forget it, I shouldn’t be surprised by anything anymore,” Axl droned, frustrated, throwing his arms up before reaching into his bag, “Whatever. I suppose if you’re going to hang here, at least for a little while, I might as well build you your own room…”

“First, what makes you think I want to stay here, second, how the Hell do you just build a roo- what is that?” Aura’s indignance was cut short upon seeing Axl pull the scroll out of the bag, which seemed far too small to contain it.

“This?” Axl looked down at it quizzically, as if only just then registering that it didn’t exactly look like an average run-of-the-mill tool, “It’s... hard to explain…” He unrolled it, turning it around to show Aura. There were a number of small symbols, almost like pictographs - a few accompanied by rune-like numbers - scattered about the strangely reflective paper in a grid, “You probably have one, yourself. Just reach into an empty pocket or whatever while expecting it, and it should be there.”

The girl didn’t even think to believe such a claim, but just to humor this crazy man, she did just that. She was surprised to find that she did, in fact, possess such a scroll, “What the-?” She opened it, and furrowed her brow upon finding it was empty; just a strangely silvery, grid-like framework. “What is it?”

Axl shrugged, “Some sort of weird bag-of-holding thing. Extremely useful, as you could guess,” he gestured over to the guide with his head. Though still feeling tense and uneasy, he could at least appreciate that the earlier argument had diffused into this, “It’s one of the few objects Mr. Smart-Alec over there can’t explain in depth and with any certainty.” He closed his own scroll, but didn’t return it to his pocket, instead holding it in its rolled state.

The guide added idly, not to be shown up, “The working hypothesis is that it’s somehow linked to the mirrors that brought you two here.” He held up his hands with a strangely accepting smile, “I may know nearly everything about this world, and then some, but certain mysteries are still hidden from even me.”

“Yeah, well,” Axl shrugged, “I don’t think it matters how or why it works, just that it does.”

The guide half-nodded before regarding Aura, “When you arrived there were some tools nearby for you to pick up, but you probably missed them looking for shelter from the rain and zombies.” He pointed in the direction of the door with his thumb, “When the morning breaks, you might want to go back and get the-”

“Don’t bother, that stuff’s crap anyway,” Axl mumbled as he began to head up the stairs, “I have enough leftover materials to probably make you some better stuff. Hell, there’s a silver bow and some arrows in that chest by the anvil,” he pointed, “Made it for myself, but turns out I’m a godawful shot, but who knows, maybe you’ll be better.”

As the strange, armored man disappeared to the higher floors, Aura plunked down on the chair, feeling defeated by absolutely everything. With a sigh and an idle kick at her guitar, she picked up Axl’s journal of deaths and started reading through it again… this time, more thoroughly.

Was this what she had to look forward to..?

#the wall of text has awoken #long post #terraria #still waiting for someone to catch what this is actually about 83c #or... rather...#i've outlined the major events #and it looks like there will be three more chapters #of indeterminate length #fell story

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As many of you are aware, WWE Network is pretty packed with all sorts of content. And as you may also know, we here at Place to Be Nation love long term, in depth projects. So, as part of this initiative, members of the PTBN Staff are choosing programs at random and after watching each program, they will share their thoughts, notes and recommendations with our readers. So, settle in and enjoy this epic ride through wrestling history!

Smackdown! October 31st 2002

Run Time: 83 Minutes

Why Jacob Why???: Since this edition be running right around Halloween, I thought I’d pick one of the more Halloween-centric WWF/E shows. Plus, it’s an excuse to watch the Smackdown Six.

Best Segment

OhhhhhhhhYEEEEAAAAH!

Aaron George: Matt Hardy enters the Halloween party with a boom box blasting his theme song. Sure he could have entered without it, but what kind of Mattitude would that project? Before long he’s declaring Moolah and Mae Young to be “Version BC” and quickly notes that their Mattitude has all dried up. We would have been treated to sheer perfection if only he had blasted that sweet boom box on his exit.

Brian Bayless: While seeing John Cena dressed as Vanilla Ice and rapping was great and ended up elevating his career, I though the brawl between Chris Benoit and Kurt Angle backstage at the party was the best of the night. It had everything from comedy (We saw Brother Love revealed behind the Scream mask & costume, the same costume Angle was using to avoid Benoit earlier in the show) and a wild brawl that saw Benoit break a bottle over Angle’s head just before getting put through a table with an Angle Slam. And poor Shannon Moore got tossed across the room by Angle.

Jacob Williams: It feels like cheating to pick the entire Halloween party. At the same time, it’s hard to narrow it down because a lot it was very fluid. If I had to pick one bit, it would be Tajiri’s romantic encounter with Mae and Moolah. His facials were classic.

Calum McDougall: “OOHHH YEAAAH!!” – there was only one winner in this one for me and it was Matt Hardy at the Halloween Party. From him coming in with his own music playing on a boom box to calling Mae and Moolah “Version B.C.” and everything in between, it was brilliant stuff.

Dave Hall: Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit brawl at the Halloween Party. The seeds of this segment lay in the earlier segment where Benoit was looking for Kurt, who was hiding under the Scream outfit. Following Angle’s match with Eddie, Kurt comes back to the party looking for Benoit. Kurt’s approach to the “Scream Character” believing it to be Benoit was a good call back to the earlier segment, and I loved seeing the cameo by Brother Love. The brawl between the two men following this was awesome, using the tables, wall and other party elements.

Best Match

Uhhhh stay out of Riverdale!

Aaron George: It’s the brown water match and it’s not even close. Sure every other match on the card was technically better, but Dawn Marie and Torrie Wilson gave us a “stiff” (as per Tazzzzzzzzz) match that will always be etched into the annals of time as simply the best to take place in a pool of liquid shit. They can tell us it’s chocolate, but honestly what kind of chocolate has that consistency? It’s liquid human shit which is clearly their metaphor for the poopstorm that is coming in the form of this feud. Was the ref rolling around silly? Sure. Were Torrie’s chops DIRECTLY to Dawn’s breasts the best since Flair/Steamboat in 89? Absolutely. The best part was after the loss Dawn gave Torrie a look that clearly said, “Yeah? Well I’m going to fuck your dad.” A threat I have often used but have very rarely carried out. I can only imagine Vince McMahon Sr. looking down from Heaven, beaming with pride as his son carried on the family business. ******

Brian Bayless: Edge vs. Chris Benoit was an excellent TV match. The work was crisp and the finish made sense as it continued the friction between Angle and Benoit, who were the Smackdown Tag Team Champions.

Jacob Williams: On a show with some quality wrestling, the opener between Benoit and Edge felt like the most complete match. I love that they could come out and just have a great, straight-up match to start the show.

Calum McDougall: As good as Edge vs Benoit and Angle vs Eddie were, my favorite match was actually Brock Lesnar vs. Rey Mysterio. This match had three distinct parts to it – the early section with Rey out maneuvering the big man, followed by the middle part where Brock throws Rey around like a rag-doll and finally the end where Big Show comes out and manhandles both of them, looking like a complete beast in the process. Great stuff for the short time it was on, and call me crazy, but I wouldn’t mind seeing another Brock-Rey match in 2018.

Dave Hall: Kurt Angle vs Eddie Guerrero. On a show with so many options for the title of Match of the Night, Kurt and Eddie absolutely stole the show. Kurt was a wrestling machine, and looked amazing in the ring, while Eddie was crisp and quick. The two men countered each other finishers, and put on a clinic. The match built really well to some great action in the last few minutes, and a decent ending for a TV match. Benoit’s interference was appropriate to the storyline, and I loved how he took out Eddie and Chavo as well, demonstrating he was not working with them.

Most Cringeworthy Moment

Trojan Vince! Don’t let it in the city!

Aaron George: I’m not going to say that Stephanie McMahon isn’t an attractive woman, but on a show with the aforementioned Torrie Wilson and Dawn Marie, does EVERY person who comes into Steph’s radius have to fawn on her as though she were Helen of fucking Troy. Are those the tits that launched a thousand ships?

Brian Bayless: Eric Bischoff making out with Stephanie McMahon after he was in her office wearing a Vince McMahon mask was something I never need to see again in my life. It was creepy in the worst way possible.

Jacob Williams: Sorry Michael Cole, but awkwardly perving out during the women’s pool-of-chocolate-sauce match can’t compete with Bischoff forcing himself on a woman 20 years his junior in a weird incest roleplay.

Calum McDougall: The piped-in cheers every time Stephanie McMahon was on the screen. Now I know that all of the cheers on SmackDown at this time were piped in, but there was no reason for Stephanie’s to be top-tier babyface loud other than pure ego. Only Brock and maybe Edge got louder “cheers”. I don’t know whether them going to these lengths to show Stephanie as being popular is cringy or outright infuriating, but it certainly rubbed me the wrong way.

Dave Hall: Dawn Marie vs. Torrie Wilson.This segment showed us just how far women’s wrestling has come in 16 years. This match was horrible to watch, with the two women degrading themselves in little clothing and in a pool of chocolate milk. I hated every moment of this match, including the customary referee gets rolled over spot. I am so glad the women’s evolution means we don’t have to see this crap any more.

Funniest Line/Moment

Hashtag Tajiritoo

Aaron George: I’m still laughing at the image of Al Wilson dressed up like a greaser. Still.

Brian Bayless: Tajiri’s facial expressions while Mae Young forced him to be her boyfriend. He is one of the more underrated comedic performers in wrestling.

Jacob Williams: Again, I can’t say enough about Tajiri’s face after the Mae Young smooch. I love Tajiri.

Calum McDougall: “He’s saying Do La Ray, you know what that means Cole? It means “I’m beating up Kurt”” – Tazz doing his best to boost the sales of his Spanish to Red Hook dictionary.

Dave Hall: With so much good “in-ring” action, there were not a lot of amazingly funny lines. However during the Eddie vs Angle match, Tazz made the comment “I like Guerrero… I like Kurt… I like everyone on the Smackdown roster except you Michael Cole”. Also John Cena’s “Vanilla Ice Costume” was a great reminder of how he broke out in the WWE. But when he told Stephanie that Vince was looking for her, and she called him out, and he then did the “damn, I look stupid moment”, I laughed out loud. Was a great reminder that John Cena has more in his character than the hustle/loyalty/respect stuff we have seen since about 2005/06, he can do good comedy and was willing to poke fun at himself.

Highlights

Remember when we weren’t insufferable pricks??

Aaron George: The entire concept of doing a Halloween show was a TON of fun, and made the show instantly memorable. They should do more theme shows today. I know that they are actively going for homogenous, but a curve ball like this would be more than welcome. The costumes were almost universally silly. Faarooq playing Charles Wright was bang on, and while you’d think that Chuck Palumbo dressed as a Native American would go down as 2018’s most offensive, you’d be horrible mistaken as the honor easily went to the fan dressed as the Rock in full blackface. Almost all the matches were top-tier television matches. “YEAH MY DURANGO, NUMBER 95,” is possibly the most Rob Zombie lyric ever. There is something beautiful about Chris Benoit simply avoiding Edge’s top rope dropkick rather than finding a way to kick him six times on the way down. Benoit also sells a turnbuckle drop in what can only be described as “like when you’re about to uppercut Von Kaiser in Mike Tyson’s Punch Out.” Teenage Brock Lesnar is always a blast to have around. Kurt Angle staring angrily into the audience as they chant “You Suck” is waaaay better that the smiling Kurt we get today. He STILL doesn’t get why they are booing him. He also has the best near falls in the business. I could also watch Brock throw Rey Mysterio around all day. Even then he was one of the better sellers in the business. Speaking of best in the business: Tajiri’s kicks. Oh and the Brother Love reveal was great.

Brian Bayless: The party segments backstage were amusing enough and some of the costumes were funny (Chuck Palumbo as a Native American and Disco Tajiri) while some were just lame (Phantom of the Opera Billy Kidman). And while not as good as Edge vs. Benoit, Angle vs. Eddie Guerrero was a solid match ending with Benoit whacking Angle with the belt setting up Eddie to hit a frog splash for the win. Matt Hardy with his Version 1.0 character was amusing and I liked his entrance into the party. The Pudding match between Torrie Wilson and Dawn Marie was surprisingly intense and I can only imagine how hard Vince was laughing backstage after Torrie tossed ring announcer Tony Chimel into the pudding. And of course, Al Wilson dressed as a greaser was a sight to behold.

Jacob Williams: The Halloween stuff was a fun throwback to mid-80s TNT campiness that gave everyone a chance to show their personalities. I love any situation that shows that the wrestlers all hang out backstage and are basically coworkers. Smackdown had a nice roster who were either fun characters, amazing wrestlers, or a combination of both. Tazz and Cole are a fun commentary team that really fit the show.

Calum McDougall: The way the Big Show was presented was really good. It’s hard to imagine in 2018 that there was a time where people actually believed that Brock Lesnar couldn’t beat the Big Show. At least I believed that anyway… Tazz trying to call the Torrie/Dawn “match” as an actual athletic contest was excellent stuff. I watched this show on the Friday before WWE Evolution, and this really does show how far women’s wrestling has come in the last 16 years.

Dave Hall: Pretty well the entire show was a highlight. The in-ring product was amazing, and as much as I wanted to hate Chris Benoit, I loved his match with Edge and his brawl with Angle. Matt Hardy Version 1 was great, and a good reminder that Hardy always the better “character” to his brother Jeff. Brock Lesnar was awesome in the ring, although I felt he sold a little too much at the end of his match with Rey. Big Show was booked as the monster heel he excelled at. This show was a reminder of how good all these guys were in 2002, and also how much WWE missed the mark with so many of them over the years.

Lowlights

Aaron George: Big Show wrestling in his street clothes is awful. Is that business casual for him? He just looks like a god damn slob. His line delivery is worse. Is he bored? Stoned? Or did he simply study at the Stephanie McMahon “Petulant Child” school of acting? Seriously go back and watch how she says REY MYSTERIO in the opening segment when she gives him a match with Brock. Who on Earth talks that way? What on Earth was the point of the Bischoff/Stephanie kiss of weirdness? I know that she’s a sex symbol for the ages, but poor Eric simply doesn’t know what to do with himself after kissing the slutty witch of the east. Fuck Big Show for clearly ruining what could have been an awesome dream match. While I’m at it like me correct something I said earlier: there is no way Vince Sr. is in Heaven. Especially when you have a best friend named “Toots.”

Brian Bayless: One of the main goals was to build up Big Show as Brock Lesnar’s title opponent for Survivor Series and man did he fail tonight. His street clothes looked was terrible, his conditioning worse (he was gassed after beating Rikishi in a match that lasted under three minutes long), and the cut a terribly long promo that no one seemed to care about. Stephanie McMahon’s segments were all awkward tonight too.

Jacob Williams: The feud between Lesnar and Big Show was lackluster. Show looked so bloated and out of place in his biker dad jeans against a young stud like Brock. Show gasping through his promo and Brock’s stilted delivery of an S-Bomb in his response didn’t help matters. The women having to wrestle in a kiddy pool filled with Ovaltine was not a high point either.

Calum McDougall: The Big Show promo was unnecessarily long, he made the point, then made it another 2 or 3 times before Brock finally appeared. Also, Eddie Guerrero’s very noticeable bacne is a sad lowlight in retrospect.

Dave Hall: The only real lowlights for me were the segments involving Stephanie. The first segment seemed just an excuse to show off Stephanie’s breasts, while the kissing segment with Eric Bischoff, while humorous, was not necessary. With the amazing in-ring action, it made Stephanie’s part in the show seem really self-indulgent.

Wild Card BABY!!!

Wrestling!

I Can’t Believe This Got Over: It’s not rap. It’s bad slam poetry. It became worse slam poetry. – AG

Al Wilson Tidbit #1: Paul Heyman created the Al Wilson storyline and according to Torrie Wilson, Heyman gave her the option to use an actor in the role or her actual father and Torrie went with her dad because she rarely saw him and thought it would be fun as he used to act when he was younger. – BB

The Award for Most Misplaced Optimism: “Exciting times ahead in WWE after the signing of Scott Steiner.” I don’t think this one needs much explanation, let’s just let it sink in. – CM

Best Babyface in Peril: Person in the bear costume. – JW

Number of Sexual Assaults: 3! Mae Young accosts Tajiri. Eric Bischoff forces himself on Stephanie. (who is into it???) The letch in the Kane mask filming Dawn Marie. Someone should show Randy Savage footage of this guy to clearly demonstrate lust in the eyes. There is no way his hard on didn’t pierce someone’s back in front of him.

Al Wilson Tidbit #2: According to Dawn Marie, the toughest thing for her to do was kiss Al Wilson. However, Vince McMahon loved watching them kiss and even said he wanted to see “tongue.” – BB

Memories Are Forever: Looking at Brock and Kurt in amazing ring shape, and much smaller than recent years, Matt Hardy’s early character development, John Cena’s freestyle rapping and Edge using more counter wrestling really brought back some amazing memories of what these guys could do at the time. Watching this show made me think of the little things that seem to be missing today. – DH

Best Tidbit: According to Wade Keller of “Pro Wrestling Torch,” Brock Lesnar was originally going to defend the title against Hulk Hogan at Survivor Series 2002 but Hogan backed out, reportedly due to refusing to put Lesnar over. After contemplating between Chris Benoit and Big Show as replacements, Vince McMahon ultimately decided to go with Show despite Heyman pushing for a Benoit/Lesnar program. – BB

Best at Fooling Security Staff: The master of disguise Eric Bischoff strikes again. Twice now in 2002 Easy E has managed to get past SmackDown security just by wearing a mask. Extra points awarded for a good Vince impression, but points deducted for this not being as good as Billy and Chuck’s wedding. – CM

Al Wilson Tidbit #3: Dawn Marie also said that the Al Wilson angle was supposed to go on even longer with lawyers and Torrie’s brother added to the storyline but that all got nixed. – BB

Least Likely to Still be Full Time in 2018: Out of everyone on this show, who would have thought that it would be Rey Mysterio, the man of 619 knee operations, who would be the only one still wrestling full-time for WWE in 2018? – CM

I Really Tried…: I found it so hard watching Chris Benoit on this show. I really wanted to just overlook and hate him, but his match against Edge was amazing, and his brawl with Kurt was also great. As much as I wanted to, I just could not hate Benoit in this show, and I find myself really conflicted because of this. – DH

Final Thoughts

Come on! We needed one shot of this smoke show.

Aaron George: This was a fun, easy watch littered with great television matches and memorable moments. It’s easy to think of Smackdown as the “B” show, but it was clearly running on all cylinders here. Now someone please give me 75 minutes of Brock Lesnar manhandling Rey Mysterio! RATING: 7/10

Brian Bayless: The Halloween party theme worked really well and usually the WWE Holiday themed shows tend to be weak. It is also memorable for the creation of Cena’s rap character. We had a really good match and an intense brawl between Angle and Benoit. The Big Show segments were terrible but overall a fun show that breezed along. RATING: 7/10

Jacob Williams: This was a finely constructed piece of wrestling television. The Halloween stuff was enough to give the show a unique feel without smothering it. Just about everyone on the show looked to be pretty over and had something at least semi-meaningful to do. Plus, there were good matches to round everything out. Aside from the questionable Big Show spot, Smackdown looked to be in a pretty great groove at this point, so this show was a breezy watch. RATING: 7/10

Calum McDougall: It’s easy to see why SmackDown in ’02 was highly thought of at the time and is fondly remembered to this day, this stuff holds up so well. I had a smile on my face from start to finish, as this took me right back to when I would watch this on a Saturday morning. It was a fantastic trip down memory lane. It would be difficult to put on a bad show with this roster, and the quality of matches that they can and did put on was outrageous. I loved this, excellent stuff. RATING: 9/10

Dave Hall: This episode of Smackdown was awesome. 4 great matches, some good brawling out of the ring, John Cena giving us some freestyle and some good booking made this card one I would watch again. The only thing stopping it from being a 10 out of 10 was the Dawn Marie vs Torrie Wilson fiasco, and Stephanie’s self-indulgence. I may just need to watch some more Smackdown from this era… RATING: 9/10

And we are out! Where will the Network Adventure travel to? Which Coliseum will be conquered next? Which of these assholes will quit the project in an indignant rage??? Find out in TWO WEEKS!

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